at least you still wear red

HELP MY NIECE SEE BETTER

Hi. I’m here to ask all of you wonderful people to help. My niece Iga is 5 years old. She is full of life, wonderful kid. And I love her so so much.
She has small problem with her eye. Or at least we thought it’s small.

My sister had very difficult and long (14 hours) labor. Because of the high pressure inside, Iga was born with big red spot on her horehead (that almost completely fade with time but she is still wearing bangs) and one smaller and a little closed eye. The doctor said that it will change with time.


Unfortunately she started having problems with the sight in that eye and now she needs surgery. But for free surgery she would have to wait more than a year and that’s too much of a risk. If we not hurry up she will stop seeing on one eye.


We need 500$ for the surgery. And we only have 10 days to raise it. Please if you can spare something, this is her paypal email: helpforiga@mail.com

Now we raised those 500$ but we need more. My sister talked with the doctor today and Iga will had to take antibiotics right after the surgery for two weeks and some other meds that are expensive and also every appointment with the doctor costs 90zł because he is private doctor. And I’m sorry for asking you guys again. But we have no money left. I didn’t said it before but the cost of surgery is 6,000zł but we raised most of that by myself. Those 500zł that is about 1600-1800zł was the rest of it that we couldn’t find anywhere.

So please help if you can!

You can use an currency you want!

And this is Iga

ONCE AGAIN PAYPAL EMAIL: helpforiga@mail.com

UPDATE (SATURDAY 23TH) I ONLY HAVE 17$ AT THAT MOMENT. PLEASE HELP, EVEN 1$ IS A LOT. 

UPDATE NUMBER TWO (SUNDAY 24TH) wE NEED THAT MONEY ON TUESDAY AND WE ARE NOT EVEN CLOSE TO OUR GOAL. PLEASE GUYS. i HATE TO ASK FOR MONEY, WHEN SO MANY HORRIBLE THINGS IS HAPPENING IN THE WORLD BUT I’M DESPERATE.

HER PAYPAL EMAIL: helpforiga@mail.com


MONDAY 25TH - WE STILL NEED AT LEAST 340$. PLEASE HELP IF YOU CAN, WE NEED THAT MONEY BY TOMORROW!

this image is fantastic and here are a few things of note: 

  • Aizawa’s combo of a suit jacket and pink sweat pants
  • Uraraka’s cool pink fingerless gloves
  • basically everything Uraraka is wearing
  • Bakugou’s blue vest
  • also he apparently doesn’t wear socks
  • he’s gonna land on Iida’s head 
  • Iida i’m so sorry you deserve better
  • Kirishima’s christmas colored shirt, tie, and belt
  • Aoyama is facing the wrong direction
  • Shouji and All Might’s bowties
  • at least five people have red shoes
  • in fact i’m fairly certain All Might and Bakugou are wearing the same brand of shoes just with different colored heels 
  • Todoroki is Too Cool For This
  • Izuku still can’t tie a tie
  • Tooru’s super fancy dress
  • Jiro’s fishnet stockings and leather jacket
  • honestly her whole outfit is fantastic
  • Tsuyu’s surprised expression at All Might running besides her
Mafia!Jungkook Imagine

Summary:

Imagine your a police officer trying to arrest a mafia boss… A quite special one. In the end, nothing goes like planned… And suddenly he’s your boss.

 Genre:

Mafia!Au, and a little bit of everything?

Part 1//Part 2


Usually you weren’t charged with cases involving the mafia. Especially since you got this job only half a year ago. But today, you entered your working place and instantly noticed that something was off: Everyone was looking at you with a curious, sympathetic expression. You raised your eyebrows in confusion when your boss, a middle-aged, serious woman, left her office and came your way.

“Good morning, (Y/N). I’ve got bad news. Officer Miller didn’t return from his… mission yesterday. He probably got in contact with the mafia. We need someone to search for him. Your the only one who  might know where exactly he went.”

Your eyes went big in shock and you nodded. Yes, you knew where he went. And you’d told him at least 10 times to stay away from there. That idiot… Of course you were the one saving his ass now. You informed your boss that you were leaving immediatly, since every second might be his last. You also took one of your co-workers with you, since you didn’t want to make the same mistake as him. 10 minutes later, equipped with a gun and a tracking device, you and oneof your co-workers where rushing to the place where you assumed you’d find the Officer.

“I can’t believe Miller was naive enough to go there alone. Even I heard that this part of town is practically invested by the mafia! What was he hoping? That he could arrest them all alone?”, the young man accompanying you said angrily.

You just shrugged your shoulders. Actually, he was probably right. Some people just wanted to be a hero at all costs.

After looking for the officer for about 2 hours in a quite shabby neighbourhood, the two of you arrived at a shady looking bar. Just looking at it made you feel uncomfortable. The wall was painted all black but the colour was already falling off, making the whole building looking kind off run-down. There where no windows. The only hint of colour decorating the bar was a yellow neon sign. It said ‘Happy Oasis’, which made you roll your eyes. Whoever picked this name was probably blind. But you were pretty sure the Officer went to this part of town, so if they didn’t bring him to another place that fast, this bar was your last hope.

You told your co-worker to stay close to you as you entered the bar. Loud, harsh voices, the smell of alcohol and way to much perfume were making you want to puke or at least run away. But you forced yourself to stay and observe the bar. You pulled your collar up to your nose and made sure your gun was still there. It was an open secret that you weren’t welcome here and luckily you weren’t dumb enough to wear your police uniform. It only took you a few seconds to realize that you were being observed.  

In the darkest corner of the bar a few guys were sitting on a big, dark red sofa. They were drinking a strange clear liquid and some of them had amused smirks on their faces. You immediatly knew who they where. Not like they were trying to hide it.

“I think those guys might know where Officer Miller is…”, your co-worker whispered. You nodded slightly, not wanting to catch the attention of even more people. Well, there was only one way to find out. You exchanged a knowing glance with him, then you made your way over to the sofa. You didn’t even need to say anything, one of them immediatly started talking.

“Well well, what are the cops doing at a place like this? Is your job getting boring?”, he said as he raised one eyebrow. Some of the other guys started laughing.

You tried not to show them how confused you where. How did he know you where cops? Did you act that obvious? However, you still had to find out where Miller was.

“You know why whe’re here. You took something that’s not yours. And we’d like to have it back.”, you said with a stable voice. The last thing you wanted was to sound intimidated- even If you where.

Now all of them were laughing. The atmosphere was overbearing. You exchanged an alarmed look with your co-worker. Maybe they weren’t the one who took Miller and you where just getting yourselfs in danger, without a reason. Maybe you should just leave. At least your brain was telling you to do so. And your legs. And basically every cell of your body.

“We take something that’s not ours every day, sweetie.You'll have to get more precise, I don’t have time for you.”

Your nerves where already all on edge, so you decided to just confront him. Not like you had a choice, this wasn’t going well for you at all anyways.

“You abducted a Police Officer. Where is he? If I was you, I wouldn’t mess with the Police.”

You weren’t really thinking, you just tried to get some information without getting yourself into deeper trouble. On the risk that those guys didn’t even take the Officer. However, that didn’t work out well.

“Maybe we did. Maybe we didn’t. And I don’t think you should talk about messing with someone right know.” The guy eyed you with his dark brown eyes, eyebrows still raised. You could tell he was starting to get impatient. You need to get yourself out of here, but on the other hand you couldn’t just leave Miller with those mafia guys- If they actually took him. You took a deep breath. There was no right or wrong, just a solution that would save your ass- and your co-workers.

“How about we make a deal? You let our collegue go and we make sure there’s not going to be a police raid in this area.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest. They had to agree. This was your last chance. It was a fair deal, all you could do. You assumed the guy who talked to you was the leader so you studied his reaction. He actually seemed to be considering it. You had to admit that you couldn’t assure him that the police wasn’t doing a police raid anyways after Miller was free, but you still prayed for the best.

After some time, it felt like eternity, he lifted his head and smirked. The other guys where already minding their own business by now, leaving the brown eyed guy, you and your co-worker alone.

“Alright. That’s the deal. No police raids here. That cop is free. Follow me… I’ll show you where he is. And don’t even try to trick me, someone’s watching my back.”

He stood up from the sofa, now standing right in front of you. He was quite tall and you couldn’t stop yourself from realizing…- how handsome he actually was. Even when he had this strange smirk on his lips. It gave you chills. His dark brown hair looked so fluffy you had to hold yourself back from touching it. Before he could catch you staring at his face, he turned around and quickly walked to a little, black door which you hadn’t even seen until now. You had problems keeping up with him and making sure your gun was still at the right place, so you didn’t mind turning around to look for your co-worker. If he wasn’t crazy. he would be following anyways. When you arrived at the door, the mafia guy opened it and signaled for you to walk in. Once again you didn’t have a choice, so you quickly walked into the room, expecting Officer Miller to be there somewhere. However, you were greeted by nothing but darkness. It was so dark you couldn’t even see your own hand. You had a really bad feeling about this. If he was here, wouldn’t he try to make a sound? It was completely silent. Way to silent. Was it all… a trap? You could hear the door closing behind you with a loud bump and you jumped slightly. Right. You could slap yourself. Yes, you didn’t have a choice, but you shouldn’t have trusted him.

“The deal was that your collegue is free. Well, he is now. He’s on his way home with the other cop. Make yourself comfortable, sweetie, because your not leaving soon.”

Originally posted by nnochu


So this was part one of my very first Imagine-

If you guys like it, I’ll make a part two, If not… This Imagine is just chilling on my blog, don’t mind it xD

Please let me know in case you actually like it.~~

SIX FEET UNDER | SugarDaddy!Seb x Reader – Part 3

Originally posted by ohhseby

Masterlist

A/N: Um don’t act like this gif doesn’t make you fucking weak cause I’m 100% shook. Also pls enjoy this part, still setting up everything before it gets really juicy 💖 (and it’s about to get really juicy)

← Part 2


You woke up alone. You were about to rub your eyes until you realized you still had makeup on from last night. Instead, you sat up and allowed your body to wake up a little more. Dangling your legs off the side, you slipped off the bed. The plush carpeting welcomed your feet and you sleepily made your way to the kitchen. Upon entering, you saw Sebastian seated at the island, with a plate in front of him and a full glass of orange juice. There was another empty plate and a glass of orange juice beside him, which you assumed was for you.

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Joker Imagine - He tries to protect you

Originally posted by hopelessignite

Joker’s P.O.V.

Y/N’s sweet voice was echoing through the penthouse as she made something in the kitchen. She sounded so happy. I was in my office, the door wide open as I sat here alone. Something was off. Nothing felt the same anymore. Suddenly there was a person I didn’t want to harm. But I did. Not necessarily by my own hand but I put her in danger by being with her.

‘’..-maybe I’m just in love when you wake me up’’ Y/N sang and started humming something. That’s it. I got up from my chair, taking a deep breath. Then I growled by myself, not being quite happy and excited about what I would do. I left my office, slamming the door at the same time. It made a big sound which made Y/N fall silent. I wanted her to think I was angry.

As I reached the kitchen, I saw her facing me with her back. Her H/C hair was still damp from a shower. She was wearing her leggings and one of my shirts. ‘’Look at me’’ I demanded, speaking quite harshly. Y/N turned around with a small, red smile on her beautiful doll face. ‘’Is everything okay J?’’ She wanted to know. Our eyes met and I had to look away. ‘’No, at least not with you around’’ I spat rudely, making her smile fade away. I clenched my jaw and hit the kitchen island hard, making Y/N flinch.

‘‘What did I do?’‘ Y/N asked me with a small voice, her eyes turning glossy. I didn’t intend to hurt her but I had to. She couldn’t come back to me. Never. ‘‘What did you do? Look at yourself!’‘ I yelled and pointed at her. ‘‘You’re playing housewife or something. Do you think I need an ugly bitch running around my house all day? You can’t do anything right’‘ I raised my voice, word by word. I could see how each word broke her heart a little bit. I rarely felt bad but this felt wrong.

‘‘I..J I’m..sorry’‘ Y/N struggled to find the right words. ‘‘Get out’‘ I hissed, looking at her as angrily as I could. It made a shiver run down my spine. Tears escaped her pretty eyes and she held her breath. It’s like she wasn’t sure what she heard. Damn. ‘‘Get the hell out before I make you regret you ever met me!’‘ I shouted as loudly as I could. Y/N dropped the fork she had used earlier. It hit the floor and then she walked out of the kitchen. I listened to her steps closely.

Just before Y/N left, I heard her sobbing. The door shut and silence surrounded me. I stared at the kitchen island blankly, trying to process what had happened in my mind. The voices were yelling things on top of each other, nothing made sense. But it was for the best, right?

***

 It had been about a week since I made Y/N leave. Long story short, I had been a mess. The anger took over me and I trashed my office. Everything was out of order and broken. I hated to admit it but I missed her. But I did it to protect her.

‘‘Boss’‘ I heard Frost’s voice. I looked at him angrily, almost so angry that I could get up and kill him. He seemed nervous. ‘‘What?’‘ I grunted, feeling ill. Last night I had too many drinks.It was a bad day. Really bad.

‘‘Y/N is missing’‘ Frost let me know. Just hearing her name made me wake up a little bit. I grabbed my gun and stared at Frost silently. He couldn’t help but to glance at my hand and what I was holding. ‘‘What the hell did you just say?’‘ I breathed out. ‘‘No one has seen her since she..was by the docks with some now gang. They call themselves the pythons (I just made something up)’‘ Frost let me know more.

The pieces clicked in my head almost immediately. Y/N, being known for being a criminal couldn’t just go and live a normal life. She must’ve tried to find herself some business and met up with these new people. 

‘‘Most likely they kidnapped her. I saw the security footage’‘ Frost added shortly. I stood up and walked up to him. ‘‘You better show it to me’‘ I growled, receiving a nod from him. Anger made my blood boil. I had made Y/N leave so she wouldn’t have to be in danger thanks to me. Now she was in danger.

Ironic.

Frost took me to a computer where he opened a file. A video popped up on the screen and I saw everything in pixelated black and white. In the middle, I saw Y/N. Something strange washed across me as I saw her. She was in the middle of four guys, all tall and dressed in dark. They seemed to talk casually. A few seconds later, one of them hit her knee with a bat.

Y/N fell to the ground but she tried to get herself up. It was too late. She got a hit on her back as well, sending her on her stomach. The men grabbed her forcefully and threw her into a Mustang. The car drove off and the video ended. My hands were in tight fists and I grew more mad as I thought about it. 

How could anyone hurt my queen like that?

‘‘I tracked the car to an address’‘ Frost cleared his throat. Good for him. ‘‘Get the car ready. We’re going to kill some people’‘ I growled harshly. Frost nodded and hurried out and down to the garage. Although I was angry, I couldn’t help but to laugh. I laughed at myself for doing everything.

I hurt Y/N for no reason. This was all unnecessary business

***

Frost and some other henchmen and I parked in front of an old factory. The building was supposed to be white but time had made it grey. We got out of the car, all holding loaded guns. I led the group inside, without knocking. The building smelled like drugs. I turned on the lights and saw a big area with packages. Then I heard talking further away.

‘‘This way’‘ I spoke and walked quickly towards the voices. I had already a plan in my head of what I’d do to the men who had hurt Y/N. Silence took over the people as they say me. At least 15 men, all in the same dark clothes shut up. They stared at me and my henchmen like they had faced death.

‘‘Surprised?’‘ I smiled darkly and played with my gun. No one dared to speak up. they just stared in silence as I had entered their hideout. ‘‘Now give me the girl back before I blow this place up’‘ I yelled, making nearly all of them flinch. they changed looks like cowards. It pissed me off so I shot the ceiling.

‘‘Okay okay..follow me’‘ One with tattoos all over his face spoke.I growled and then walked after him. He led me through a door where I saw another door. it was locked. The man unlocked it and I saw a black room. The lights got turned on and that’s when I saw her.

Y/N was in the corner of an empty, cold room. She was barely wearing anything. Her delicate skin was covered in bruises and cuts. She was just hugging her knees as she slept. It wasn’t a pleasing sight to see. It just pushed my buttons to the limit.

I didn’t think twice as I shot the guy who opened the door. He grunted in pain as blood splattered on the floor and even my clothes. It didn’t make me feel bad at all. In fact - it felt good.It signalled my henchmen to open fire and kill everyone in sight. I heard multiple gunshots and screams. they were enough to wake Y/N up. Her eyes were slightly open. One of them was swollen and bruised. Then she looked at the door with fear written all over her. Our eyes met and I wasn’t sure if she was relieved or scared.

‘‘J?’‘ Y/N breathed out. Her voice was hoarse, like she hadn’t had anything to drink for ages. It made me feel rotten. I just wanted to hurt people for doing this. I wanted to see life slipping away from anyone who had dared to be part of this shit.

‘‘Let’s go home’‘ I said, trying to avoid the fact I had thrown her out a week ago. I wanted her back. I actually enjoyed her around. As you could tell, I never wanted her away anyway. I thought I had made sure this would never happen as I left her but I was wrong.

Y/N tried to get up but she just winced in pain. I couldn’t just stand and watch as she got more hurt. So I walked up to her and picked her up in my arms. Y/N inhaled sharply and let her tears fall down her damaged face. It’s like she had been thrown into a pack of elephants who had stepped on her. 

It’s like we both ignored last week. Y/N clinged onto me with the last energy she had as I took us out of the room. We walked to the room where my goons were waiting. All of the gang members were on the ground, twitching and bleeding in pain, some already dead. 

‘‘Look, they’re all gone now’‘ I told Y/N. She managed to look around weakly. Although she was in a very bad condition, she smiled. ‘‘I hope..t-they suffered’‘ Y/N coughed and then shut her eyes. ‘‘That’s my girl’‘ I laughed quietly. Then I nodded, letting my goons know that we could go back to our hideout.

I would take Y/N back home and make sure she wouldn’t leave ever again. She was mine. Nothing like this could happen then. She’d be with me..only me..

Fangirls

“I bet Harry’s a great kisser,” Draco mused, so lost in his half fantasy that he didn’t even see Potter approach their table. Though he now looked like a football jock dressed in awful white shorts, bright orange shoes and a red shirt that read Arsenal.

“I think he’s even greater in bed. Everything Harry does is so amazing.” Pansy let out a happy sigh and pulled out her phone to stare at a picture of Harry. “You don’t know it yet honey, but we’re getting married soon, and I’ll carry all your children Harry…”

Millicent kicked Pansy under the table. They were meant to tease Potter, not give him a heart attack before the first day had even started properly.

“Tss, like Harry would ever go for a mess like you who wears last season Prada heels.” Draco huffed, as Potter had come to a stand still behind them looking slightly puzzled. “At least I have the latest stilettos from Jimmy Choo’s new spring collection.”

Millicent tried to kick Draco under the table but she was too late. Draco had already pulled one of his stupidly long legs out from under the table to show off both his way too tight skinny jeans and the black and red pumps underneath those.

Behind him Potter looked like he might be having an aneurysm.

wedding: impossible

michelle jones/peter parker - college/future fic (wip)

Against his better judgement, Peter has agreed to be MJ’s fake date to a wedding so she can usurp the bride, or something. Considering how much he’d like to be her not-fake date, he’s not really looking forward to it.


Peter’s phone rings just as he’s about to leave for Ned’s dorm to start their bi-monthly X-Box-and-Red-Bull night. He’s wearing his comfiest sweatpants and a t-shirt that reads ‘all the best chemistry puns argon’. He picks it up without even checking the caller ID, still moving and grabbing his keys and and a new bottle of Jagermeister.

“Hey, May, can I call you tomorrow? I’m just about to-”

“It’s not- um, it’s me.”

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When We Collide (Part 12)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

When We Collide on Wattpad

“Y/N, you threw up in her Marc Jacobs bag? That must be the funniest thing I’ve heard all week!” 

“Trust me, it wasn’t as funny as it sounds.” You mumbled with your phone resting between your shoulder and ear, eyes glancing up to look for when the elevator would arrive.

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Sirius x Reader: Pureblood

Warnings: argument with mum

Requested: yes (it’s so late I’m so sorry)

A/N: THIS IS SO LONG I HOPE YOU LIKE IT- GOOD TO BE BACK!!! Thank you all so much for the support! (Also 1,600 followers?! I love y’all) I hope you enjoy reading this my loves and that it was worth the wait!!xx

I posted ‘pictures’ of the dresses described which you can check out HERE or a few posts down on my blog!

“MOTHER! I AM NOT WEARING THIS!” You yelled, looking at yourself in the mirror. A dark green gown with silver ruffles- Slytherin much? “When I walk in, roll your eyes to my mum- she won’t scream at you next mistake you make.” You whisper to the stylist stood behind you.

“Oh- Miss- I’m not sure what you mean.” She stuttered.

You winked at her and smiled before hiking your dress up and walking into the main room.

“Y/N, it’s the perfect colours.” Your mother said, smiling sourly at you.

“Mother, I’m not wearing it. Unless you want me to spend the party reminding everyone I’m a half blood.” You taunted.

“Find something.” She ordered, turning to the brown haired stylist behind you.

Your mother, Adia, had been ‘tricked’ by your father. When they first met, your dad thought she was joking about being a witch and ‘joked’ that he was also a pureblood from the North. So, long story short, she got pregnant and soon after found out your father was a muggle- quickly allowing him full care of you (the disgrace) once you were born and only seeing you when there were ‘purebloods and family’ parties. Like now.

You looked at the Slytherin green fabric hopelessly, not the best choice for a Gryffindor.

“Here.” The stylist said sheepishly, holding out mint green fabric.

You smiled and took it thankfully, turning into the small room to change.

“Y/N- HURRY UP!’

“Calm down, it’s just a party.” You called, knowing it would irritate her.

You turned to the mirror one last time and took in your appearance. The stylist had given you a mint green, floor length gown, the beaded chiffon hanging elegantly from one shouler.

Your mother roughly grabbed your arm and immediately apparated to the party, “Tell anyone you’re a half blood, I’ll curse you.” She whispered in your ear before turning into the party, emerald cape trailing behind her.

You stood for a moment, looking at the purebloods before you and smiled- time for some good old pranks.

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So just a few thoughts on the Netflix Death Note trailer

  • White™ it does seem to be set in the U.S. but that still means that statistically at least some of them if not all should be poc
  • Blonde Light and dark haired Mi(s)a is… interesting
  • Oh come on you got mud on it
  • Dat cackle tho
  • Cheerleader™
  • I thought Misa was going to be the Harley-Quinn-looking girl, but no
  • Why does she have to be a Bad Girl™ like I get she wears a lot of leather but that girl is the most bubbly character
  • Smoking™ I mean usually smoking and athletics don’t go so well together but movie logic
  • Black L!! if there’s one good thing about this movie
  • What’s with the red hallway??
  • Also, dude be lookin’ like Kylo Ren  where is the frog
  • he camps out in five star hotels and wears the same dingy white shirt for weeks on end who is this
  • Why are they jumping off a building what
  • Kira propaganda on the wall in what seems to be a drug den seems pretty legit
  • Dramatic shot of L in front of creepy kira propaganda why is everything red ✔️
  • Making out with love interest ✔️
  • Running around in a hoodie and backpack ✔️
  • Running into a chainlink fence during a chase scene trope ✔️ Like did he not see it??
  • Why is he running from a cop car though
  • I want to know who tf was in charge of that ferris wheel because that does not look safe
  • Also why is Mia falling off of it
  • Main character holding onto a ledge with one hand while supporting the other MC✔️
  • “Shall we begin” RIP Star Trek
  • Light looks like he’s on drugs I think he’s supposed to be Conflicted™
  • stereotypical American Action Movie™
  • Also THIS POST by @byelawliet helps sum up the biggest problem with the whole thing
The Games That Play Us

A/N: You and Me and The Bottle Makes Three is a collection of one-shots I wrote many moons ago to unload a lot of feels, and part of the reason why I haven’t had the courage to share this is because it mirrors a huge fraction of my personal life (which parts of these stories is now up for speculation) and a drinking habit I’m trying to get rid of lmao so my dudes, tagging this with alcohol mention, just in case.

Also, it’s equal parts fluff and angst, and it’s something I ripped straight out of my garbage heart. So uh, it’s really as personal as it’s gonna get.

Tagging some folks on top of my miiiiind: @eternallydaydreaming2015 @louisvuittontrashbags @hypaalicious @itshaejinju

Noctis | Prompto | Gladio | Ignis

9:43 PM I miss you

Your text message flashes on Noctis’s phone screen, and it was enough for him to be thrown off his game of King’s Knight with Prompto.

Another message follows.

9:43 PM I miss us

And then another.

9:44 PM You rly did break my fucking heart your highness :)

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Seokjin Scenario: The Rhythm Of The Rain - Part 1

Request: Can I request a Bodyguard AU. Where Seokjin is Y/N bodyguard and at first Y/N was too scared to talk to him but realize one day he is actually a goofball and kind hearted person. Y/N warms up to him and eventually falls for but promise not to tell him because it would risk his job. But something happens and risks his life protecting y/n. You end up confessing to him. Please surprise me in the ending? It can be tragic or a happy one. Thankies~

Genre: Romance / Drama - Bodyguard AU

Part 2


How many types of torture could your tutor pull off? You were sure the old woman had some horrible things under her sleeves, you were going to have nightmares about her making your life miserable and you were sure she would have a blast with that. You covered your yawn with your book while she went over your exam. Truth be said, you loved to learn new languages but not with that lady, she just made it all the most boring and painful. Maybe if you tried to convince your father that you already knew enough you could get some time off from your German lessons, you giggled and dissimulated it with a cough when she turned to look at you.

You sighed while she went about why you weren’t making any advance from the basics and how the daughter of the ambassador should know more than to just introduce herself in German by know, you refrained yourself from huffing and instead focused in how pretty your sparkly pink pen was; you already knew enough languages and weren’t only taking German but also French classes and you were sure she barely knew two and was just being a bitch on purpose while you were still jet lagged by your last travel with your father.

– I’m going to the bathroom – you showed the most faked smile ever and stood up without waiting for any type of permission, overly satisfied with the way your heels echoed with each step while you made your way outside. –Stupid witch, god how I hate her –

You threw the door harshly at your back and almost fell if it wasn’t for the pair of arms grabbing you before you could touch the ground. Why were you even wearing heels inside? That pair was as marvelous as they were unstable and you should have known better than to forget about the carpet outside in which you unceremoniously got tangled with.

You held onto the arms holding you but instantly let go when you saw to whom they belonged to and almost fell again in the process. You stumbled a little onto your feet again and brushed some invisible dust from your pants, your heart was beating faster than it should for only almost falling onto your bodyguard.

–I’m sorry…– you looked down feeling stupid out of the blue, why was it suddenly harder to breath? You fisted your hands to get a grip on yourself and looked at him in the eyes. The guy was new, barely had a month there and you didn’t even know his name yet but he was… distressing, unsettling, scary and so stoic, like he only stood there like a statue, a good looking one you could agree but still, so cold. But every single one of the bodyguards you’d met was like that, so you didn’t understand why you felt so intimidated and scared by him.

He nodded and went to his usual position once again, hands laced behind his back, chin tipped up, eyes lost somewhere to the front in a sort of calm alert, with that type of seriousness that made you feel childish out of the sudden in the middle of your outbursts, so you just turned around and literally flew upstairs towards your bedroom and as away from him as you could be in that moment.

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Forbidden [Kim Jongin] - Part 4

Summary: What’s going to be your relationship with prince Jongin’s future wife?

Genere: Angst

Warnings: None

AU: Royals

Pairing: Kim Jongin x Reader

Originally posted by intokai

With king’s words I felt my heart sank. No. It’s just impossible. It must be some kind of joke. I couldn’t believe it. He can’t get married yet. We just started everything and I don’t want it to be ruined so fast. My dream was coming true and now it shattered like a glass.

“What?” I heard Jongin’s shaked voice

I was trying to focus on their talk, but my thoughts were running around my head. Jongin is going to have a wife and when he’ll become a king, she’s going to be his queen. And it’s not going to be me. Actually, I shouldn’t expect anything else. I was only a servant. Maybe I used to be a princess, but it doesn’t change anything now.

“What ‘what’?” king snapped “You’re twenty three and you’ll soon become a king. I won’t let you take over the throne alone. You need someone to be by your side when it’s going to happen”

“I’m not ready and you know that!” Jongin exclaimed

“You are ready!” king raised his voice “You need to be”

“At least tell me who is she…”

“Lady Shin”

The one that was supposed, to wear the silver dress I was wearing at Jongin’s birthday party. I think I remember her. She had beautiful black locks, brown eyes and she was always dressed in something red. Her brother married a princess from Thulosan, but she still visited him very often. I didn’t know her very well, but she seemed really… Cold.

“Why her?” Jongin asked “She’s three years older than me”

“But she’s my friend’s daughter and I know she’ll be a good queen one day” said the king

“But I don’t want her to be my queen”

Silence filled the room. Even hiding in a wardrobe, I still could feel the tension building up in the air. I was trying to imagine what was happening there. The king and the prince eyeing each other. I thought king Doyun wasn’t used to someone disagreeing with him. Especially, not his own son.

“The decision was already made” ruler’s voice was surprisingly calm “The last thing to set is the wedding day”

“But”-

“No ‘buts’! You’re going to marry lady Shin and I don’t want to hear any objection!”

I heard heavy footsteps and then the door of Jongin’s room shut with a loud thump. My whole body was shaking. I didn’t move. I just kept looking at the ground, no words escaping my lips. He is going to marry lady Shin. Jongin is going to marry lady Shin, and I could do absolutely nothing about it. I felt tears form in my eyes. I wanted to go back in time and be a princess once more.

I saw the door in front of me opening. I looked up. Jongin was standing in front of me with a guilt on his face. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were avoiding mine. I still couldn’t say anything. One of my biggest dreams has just been destroyed with five simple words. We found you a fiancé.

I took a deep breath and walked past Jongin, my legs still shaking. Before I left the wardrobe, I felt him grabbing my wrist. I didn’t turn back to him.

“Don’t go” he whispered “Please… Not now”

“How can I stay?” I quietly asked “Knowing you’ll get married soon?

“Please… Y/N, I just-”

“We should stop if we still can” my tone was serious “Before it’s too late”

I hated it. I hated the fact that I was lying. It was too late a long time ago. Even before he told me how he felt about me. I should’ve expect it all turns out like this. He’s going to become a king soon and he needs his queen. Just like king Doyun said. Servant, like me is nobody compared to the royals.

“I can’t let you go” Jongin got closer to me “Not now. Not when it all just started”

“Do you think I want it?” I looked up at him “Do you think I want it to end?”

“I know you don’t want it too, but-”
“But we have no choice” I interrupted him

I felt his piercing gaze on me. He knew I was right. I didn’t know if he felt how desperate I was to kiss his soft lips and let him embrace me. I felt the tears forming in my eyes.

“Please, don’t cry” I heard him whisper “I can’t stand seeing you cry”

“Then I’ll just go” my voice broke down

I started to walk to the door of his room. I didn’t want it and he knew it. Damn it. I didn’t want it so badly. I lifted my hand over a handle.

“Don’t call for me or don’t ask me to serve you anything” I said without looking at him “Let’s just don’t complicate this even more”

I went out of his room. I still had a small hope that he’ll go after me. But he didn’t. I shouldn’t be upset because that’s what I wanted. I just had to leave. Tears started to stream down my face. I wanted them to stop. I didn’t want to cry after Jongin. We barely knew each other. At least that’s what I thought. He was a prince and I was a servant. That’s all. How ridiculous the whole situation was? Last night prince Kim Jongin, the guy I fell for, confessed to me. We talked, shared a few kisses and not only. Now, the day after that happened, it all was ruined.

I wiped tears off my face. I didn’t want anyone to see them.

All of sudden, I started to quietly hum the song I grew up with. The anthem of Southerlands.


For the next few days I was working with Miyoung. I didn’t serve at any of royal’s meals. Jongin also didn’t call for me even once. I couldn’t sleep at nights. Since the moment I discovered he’s going to get married soon I couldn’t stop thinking about it. In my mind I saw pictures of him and lady Shin together. Both happy. Both in love. I was wondering is that ever going to happen. From what I’ve heard that evening, I could say he didn’t like the idea of her becoming his queen. But this was the decision king Doyun and queen Eunji made. There was nothing to do about it now.

I was helping Miyoung with the dresses for the ladies. She had so many orders it was impossible for her to do them on her own. I haven’t seen her in three days, so now I had to tell her the whole story. She was the one who encouraged me to go to the party, so I had to reveal what exactly happened. How he confessed, how he kissed me and how he promised to meet me again. Everything we’ve done in his room and the talk I listened too.

“I can’t believe it” she sighed “I can’t believe he’s going to get married!”

“I know…” I put another needle in the material

“He can’t do that!” Miyoung shouted “Not after what he has done with you! It’s just unfair!”

“Please, don’t shout. I don’t want anyone to hear about this:”

“I’m sorry” she stood next to me “I’m just… I’m just mad at him!”

I smiled. She was so young and inexperienced, but I loved it. She was always making me happier, even when I was sad. Just like now. The whole whole situation with Jongin was overwhelming me.

“Let’s change the topic” I suggested with a weak smile on my face “Whose dress it will be?”

“Um…” she bit her bottom lip “It’s lady Shin’s”

I froze. I should’ve known. It was red, just every single dress that belonged to her. She was coming back to the kingdom this evening, so that’s the gown she’s going to get as a welcoming gift. I was wondering if I should stop working on the dress. But I didn’t want to show that I care, so I just sat on the chair and sew on another ribbon to the material.

“You’re pretending you don’t care, right?” Miyoung asked

“Yes” I said “And I’ll tell Jongin I sewn this one”

“You’re going to talk to him?”

“No” I laughed “At least not now. We’re both not ready”

I was trying to joke about it, but the truth was that I still cared. He wasn’t leaving my thoughts. Memories of us together in the garden and his room made me blush so easily. His hands on my body, our lips connected. It all didn’t want to leave my mind.


“What’s going on?” I asked with confusion when I saw Yeun getting up from her bed

“You don’t know?” she raised her eyebrow at me

I gently shook my head. No one told me about anything.

“We need to help with lady Shin’s arrival” she said

I clenched my hands into fists under a blanket. Why do we need to do that? Weren’t here hundreds of servants who could do it instead of us? The worse thing about it, was that Jongin will be there for sure. She was his fiancé after all.

“Come on” Yeun broke the short silence “We need to hurry. She can come in any minute”

I got up from my bed with a loud sigh. I didn’t want anyone to know that something happened between Jongin and me. Because no one in the palace, or anywhere else, would think that prince could fall for a servant. If this ever would happened, it was doomed for failure from the beginning.

We walked out of our room. I was wondering how Jongin is going to react. We haven’t seen each other in a few days. Maybe he was trying to forget, just like me? I didn’t want to remember our few moments together, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw us kissing.

Together with Yeun, I walked through a long corridor, which led to palace’s gate. I saw king Doyun, queen Eunji and some servants. Of course, Jongin was standing next to his parents. I couldn’t help, but stare at him. Surprisingly, he wasn’t smiling. The usual joy and happiness were replaced by seriousness. I’ve never seen him like this before.

I stood next to Yeun, on the left side of the royals. With a corner of my eye, I saw Jongin noticing me. I didn’t turn to face him, but I still could feel his gaze on me. I took a deep shaky breath.

“Are you alright?” Yeun’s voice made me snap out of my thoughts “You seem a bit out of here”

“It’s just a headache” I lied “It’ll pass”

Suddenly, I heard clatter of wheels. I saw two dark horses and a big black carriage going through palace’s gates. My eyes were following it, until it stopped a few meters away, sending a cloud of dust. I coughed quietly.

Carriage’s door opened and when I looked up, I saw a tall figure. Lady Shin was standing in front of the royal family. She bowed quickly and her long red dress twirled around her feet. I just stared at the whole situation. Jongin just kept looking at her with no emotions on his face.

“Your majesty” lady Shin’s voice was really high and somehow unpleasant

“My dear Jihee” king Doyun smiled “We are so happy that you finally came back to us”

“I am honored that you chose me to be your son’s future wife” she said

“You are no idea how happy we are, to announce your marriage” queen Eunji clapped her hands “We know that you lived in our castle for a long time, but it’s going to be a little bit different from now on”

“In a few minutes, Jongin will show you where your new room is” the king looked at his son with warning in his eyes “But now, as you’re almost the part of our family, choose one girl. She’s going to be your private servant”

Now I realized that there weren’t any man here. Lady Shin glanced at our small group of servants. She came closer and looked carefully at each of us. I didn’t want my eyes to met her’s. They were so dark and cold. I felt her presence in front of me. No. Please, no. She can’t choose me. There are at least ten six more girls here. I shut my eyes, hoping she won’t say the words I was expecting.

“I want her” she said and breath caught in my throat

“No” Jongin’s voice was strong and sudden

“Why?” lady Shin turned to face him

“Because she’s a seamstress” he snapped “They have a lot of work, so we can’t give them even more”

When I looked up, I saw Jongin staring at me. On the contrary to his voice, in his eyes there was care and gentleness. I couldn’t believe he said ‘no’ to his future wife. Maybe he didn’t want to forget? Maybe he still wanted me as much as I wanted him?

“You’re Y/N, right?” queen Eunji came closer to me with a smile on her face

I nodded.

“So, are you a seamstress, Y/N?”

I took a deep breath and looked at Jongin. I hoped he realised what I wanted to tell him.

“No, your highness” my voice was really quiet “Your son must have mistaken me for someone else because I sometimes help with sewing the gowns, but… As I said before, I am not a seamstress”

“Good” king Doyun eyed Jongin “Y/N, from now on you’re a private servant of lady Shin. You are going to have more duties, but I’ll make sure it will be well rewarded. Start from helping her with the luggage”

“Yes, your highness” I bowed and quickly went closer to the carriage

I had to stand on the tiptoes to take the smallest bag. It was pretty heavy. When the coachmen saw I had problem with the rest, he got up from his seat and helped me. I didn’t know if he was allowed to do that, but no one complained. When he finished, I smiled gently and mouthed ‘thank you’. Now, I had three big and one small bag in front of me and I had to take them all to lady Shin’s new room. I hoped it wasn’t somewhere deep in the castle.

“Jongin, you will show lady Shin her new chamber?” king Doyun wasn’t asking his son a question

The prince just shrugged and let out a sigh, leaving everyone shocked. Me included. I was expecting that he’ll say ‘with pleasure’ or something like that, but instead of it I just heard:

“Sure”

He started walking to the castle. King Doyun furrowed his eyebrows. I could see how mad he was. He whispered something to his wife and looked at me. I immediately took the smaller bag and one of the bigger ones. I knew I’ll have to go back here and take the rest. Lady Shin pretended nothing happened and started to follow Jongin. When she was about to enter the palace, she stopped and turned to face me. In that exact moment, I tripped over something and dropped the smaller bag. I quietly hissed from sudden pain. I looked around and I noticed everyone was staring at me. Jongin clearly struggled with the desire to approach and help me. Brushing the dust off, I got up and joined lady Shin.

When I was close enough, she leaned in and whispered with a devilish smile on her face that only I could see:

“You drop something once more, you sleep in the dungeon”

Author’s note: I can’t believe that previous parts have over 80 notes! Thank you!

tinkdw  asked:

So, I have this question and I thought I'd send it here :) What are your thoughts on Sam x fashion aside from the crack? Do you have early Sam x fashion meta? I'm feeling it's reflective of his making his own choices as he had wacky weird fashion sense in earlier seasons then during the time he follows Dean cos guilt copies Dean's lumberjack style until season 12 when he gets some weird clothes again (orange jacket cough). I kinda hope we see him in wacky fashion now he's more independent again?

hahahaha

I feel kind of like the asshole cat who’s always knocking things over until someone comes to give me attention

But no, yeah. Sam’s clothes are weird, man. Weird. *shuffles the purple dog shirt to the bottom of my drawer of t-shirts*

In season 1 his quintessential look to me is the brown hoodie and backpack, and sometimes the leather laptop satchel he has. He could be wandering on a college campus, and that’s intentional, because, well, that was what he had been doing. He has t-shirts with things on them, favouring purple and dark red for symbolic reasons but he does have a couple of different designs of each if you squint.

I always like the immediately established pattern that Sam and Dean essentially wear the same clothes with minor differences, but that Sam ALWAYS buttons up his shirt, and Dean ALWAYS leaves his loose. It’s the no. 1 thing that bugs me about fan art of the two of them, that I can tell casual “Lol just dipping into this fandom” art immediately because they’ll depict Dean with a buttoned up shirt or Sam with his open and loose. Sam wears his open in like… 4x07 when he was half-undressed, and Dean wears a button up shirt in 6x01 and 9x13 in a job interview. I may be missing some others but that’s like… in all my years of caring about this and rewatching the show with a meta mind, and keeping half an eye on their clothes in case of Symbolism, I don’t see much variation. (Also: Sam always wears v-necks once the patterns get entrenched, and Dean always wears round necks.)

Of course, the easiest explanation is Sam keeps his shirt buttoned because Secrets and Deep Hidden Layers, while Dean wears his heart on his sleeve slightly more literally, in that his shirt is flapping open exposing the t-shirt beneath, and of course he has the amulet to accent that look for the first 3rd of the show, hanging over his heart. (Dean also is the only one of them who wears henleys, ever. Sam just wears a t-shirt exposed when he’s being vulnerable, while Dean has a little more variation.)

Anyways. Sam’s look is less practical than Dean’s - more white shirts, more dressy shirts to start with. The godawful white one with the red patterning underneath. Pin-stripes. He has patterns and Dean has block colours. Even as the show goes on, Sam collects shirts with stripes and mixes them in with wearing plaid, all in the same manner. I think that is basically again a little link back to the early costuming.

One of the funniest moments of the show to me at the time when it was about all the canon we had, was in 6x18 when Sam’s only concession to time travelling is to change his shirt, and he pulls it off in comparison to Dean’s wildly over-enthusiastic time travelling, and issues with it and eventual re-costuming, again into a whole ensemble. I think that particularly tells us about Sam that he doesn’t really sweat the details like Dean does because his surface layer is such a strong, placid force that people don’t question it. In 8x11 Dean dresses up and Sam stays in his fed suit for most of the episode, and it doesn’t cause him problems in anywhere near the same way. In both episodes there’s a lot more to say about Dean and his need to fit in/exuberance to dress up and be someone else, but I do love the light it shines on contrast to Sam, that somehow his lack of caring about his clothes just beams out and makes everyone else not really care that much either. 

But yeah, Sam’s shirts get more interchangeable with Dean as time goes on - he starts wearing some of the same colours, and they have shirts I am sure that in a non-TV world where the costume department takes care of this for them they’d always be mixing them up and accidentally wearing each other’s clothes. Or at least putting them on and then Sam stares in disbelief at how his arm grew another 2 inches overnight and - wait a minute this is one of Dean’s shirts.

(Dean also got a shirt in season 12 with the same pocket buttons as Sam’s rusty bacon shirt, but I think it was a block colour shirt. Of course.) 

Although Sam would never, ever wear the denim shirts Dean does. It’s that sneaky little class divide between them again. Not a major thing, but Sam’s striped shirts vs Dean’s denim and henleys does tell the tale, that no matter how much closer their style seems to get, Sam’s always got that different backstory to his fashion. 

(In 3x12 the close up of their feet always makes me notice Dean’s jeans are all fraying and old and Sam’s look new. I think for one thing Sam had to start mostly from scratch after season 1 because he took just a weekend of clothes with him to Jericho. But also just that maybe he has slightly more pride in his clothes while Dean will wear out whatever he can wear out (that doesn’t get too torn or weirdly stained.) I like in 3x11 you get the contrast to their ways of living and hunting with Dean clearly the controlling factor in the boot of the impala being all messy and esoterically organised and Sam locking it down in moulded foam to hold everything… Dean having scruffy trouser legs, dream catchers in the boot of the car, all that jewellery, on the other hand, makes me feel like he’s got much more of an instinctive, stylistic connection to the job as a *lifestyle* rather than a *job*, which was an old theme…

Oh gosh what else :P Well Sam’s new jackets… Yes okay I do actually love he’s getting new jackets which stand out so much as actually being items of clothing instead of boring camouflage/background radiation to being a hunter. You got me >.> I still think Sam’s got a baseline dodgy approach to clothes and style but it’s sort of quirky. It’s VERY Sam to get a red shirt under an orange jacket or to wear a jacket with a plaid lining over a plaid shirt. I mean… I would dress just as badly because it’s still practical over style in many ways. 

I also wonder about his shoes because Dean’s boots or at least combat boots in general would be more practical in their line of work and they’re always being accused of dressing in army surplus, but Sam started off wearing trainers and I swear he never wore them on screen but I just headcanon him in converse all stars anywhere in like season 1 and 2 because it goes with the whole student/overgrown child thing the hoodie and backpack did… But anyway his shoes are more grown up styles now but he still doesn’t exactly dress for the JOB, while Dean’s always wearing good boots. I always remember an ex of mine wore similar shoes to Sam and I, being me, had a reputation for being pretty wonky and useless, and we were walking and it began raining, and we were in this plaza with slippery tiles, and my ex was like, “DON’T RUN, YOU’LL DIE” but I was wearing boots with a tread? And I legged it. And he was slippy sliding after me, barely able to function in the rain on a smooth surface. And I was watching from the shelter. 

(PS: the moral of this meta is don’t date me unless you understand we are 2 completely autonomous humans because I am awful at being a team player or at willingly getting soaked because you wore the wrong shoes :P)

anonymous asked:

Headcannons for having 2p Canada as your boyfriend? Thanks ^^

- he’s the jealous type
- this boy will practically flip if he sees you with a dude
- and might send him to the hospital
- that is unless you stop him
- tried to smuggle a bunch of animals in your house a couple hundred times
- v shy when it comes to physical contact and affection
- especially in public jesus christ
- he’ll still do it tho but with a very red face
- arguments and fights are common but nothing serious
- but he’d feel guilty so he’ll hug you and apologize when you least expect it
- “Look, I’m not really good with this kind of shit so, I’m sorry, aight?”
- will fucking melt if you wear one of his flannels
- he secretly likes watching chick flicks
- you caught him crying once
- will hold your hand is something bothering him
- or if tries to avoid you
- such contradictory
- use him as a fucking blanket istg

Cimmerian (Part 2) -- Sehun

Part 01 / Part 02 / Epilogue

Two more weeks crawl by and you’re still alive.

You’re happy and at the same time, very confused.

Not only have you not seen Sehun at all during this time, you haven’t seen any demons.  None.  Zero.  Zilch.  You were used to running into one a week at least.  You aren’t naive enough to think that Sehun has backed off or decided that you weren’t worth the trouble, but that doesn’t explain why you’ve seen no other creatures.

You’re on edge every single day, your heart hammering whenever you see anyone on the street wearing red.  It’s starting to take a major toll on you, mentally and physically.  You’ve dropped a lot of weight, you hardly sleep, and you’ve contemplated drowning yourself in the bathtub at least three times just to spite Sehun and ruin his plans.

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ASK ME UP GUYS!

(Yo if ur reading this, follow for follow peeps)

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? 

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? 

3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? 

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? 

5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? 

6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? 

7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? 

8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?

9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?  

10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? 

11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? 

12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? 

13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?  

14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

15. RED OR PINK? 

16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?

17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? 

18. WHO IS THE PERSON THAT HAS HELPED YOU THE MOST? 

19. WHAT COLOR SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? 

20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? 

21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? 

22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? 

23. FAVORITE SMELLS? 

24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? 

25. MOUNTAIN HIDEAWAY OR BEACH HOUSE? 

26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? 

27. HAIR COLOR? 

28. EYE COLOR? 

29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?

30. FAVORITE FOOD? 

31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? 

32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? 

33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? 

34. SUMMER OR WINTER?

35. HUGS OR KISSES? 

36. FAVORITE DESSERT?

37. STRENGTH TRAINING OR CARDIO?

38. COMPUTER OR TELEVISION? 

39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? 

40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? 

41. ANY TATTOOS? 

42. FAVORITE SOUND? 

43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? 

44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME IN 2016?

45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?

46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? 

47. WHERE ARE YOU LIVING NOW?

48. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR HOUSE? 

49. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR CAR? 

50. ANY PETS? 

anonymous asked:

Please please write a Minghao valentine fluff

COLD

You were freezing, not even you warm coat could protect you from the freezing air. Your small hands that were hidden under the warm mittens your granny had knitted you couldn’t protect you either. The stupid freezing winter air had managed to get past the hot pink wool.

It’s so damn cold

Letting out a sigh of frustration, you could see the icy air of your breath lingering in the air for a few seconds. Your lips were freezing, nose was red and runny from the coldness, cheeks flushed bright red as well.

Pulling your scarf to cover half of your freezing face, trying to ease the pain the freezing air had caused. Stuffing your mitten glad hands into the pockets of your coat, hoping it will warm them even if just a little bit.

Another year, another valentines spent alone. 

It’s not that you couldn’t get a valentine, actually you had a boyfriend, Minghao, but….he was busy with his work. His work was really important to him, and you knew and respected it, but you couldn’t help but feel a tad lonely. You hand’t seen him in a long time and you missed him.

You missed his kisses, his hugs, that loving smile that he only shows you, waking up beside him in the mornings and seeing his warm sleepy smile and bed head.

You really missed him, you missed Minghao so much.

Letting out another sigh, you continued to walk around the town that was filled with couples.

Feeling your phone buzz, you take it into your, now bare hand, and check to see who had messaged you.

Heart skipping a beat as you saw the name of the sender, Minghao.

‘Baobei, Happy Valentines day! Please stay warm, it’s been really cold lately. Don’t you dare forget to wear your mittens,scarf and hat!’

Slightly smiling. He worries too much. At least he remembered it was Valentines day, but you still couldn’t help but feel lonely and sad. Sure he had sent you a text, but that wasn’t enough. You wanted you hug him, you wanted him to hold you, you wanted him next to you.

But, out of nowhere a pair of arms had wrapped themselves around your shoulders as they pulled you closer to their chest.

Letting out a yelp, you turned your head to look at who it was, and there he was. Cheeks and his nose flushed red from the cold, his shining eyes staring at you with so much love and his lips pulled into the happiest and warmest smile you have seen.

Minghao was behind you, holding you, smiling at you, holding you close. It was like, he was protecting you from the cold.

and before you knew it,he had let go.

“What did I say about wearing a hat?” he said with a pointed look, but before you could respond, he had placed a peach pink knitted hat on your head, covering your red ears from the cold.

But all of a sudden, it didn’t seem as cold as it had a few minutes ago.

Without thinking you had already wrapped your arms around him, holding him close, you missed this so much. 

The Chinese man smiled as he wrapped his long around you and resting his head on top of yours.

“I love you.” you said barely over a whisper, but he heard it, crystal clearly.

Pulling you closer he said with a  big smile on his face “I love you too!”

Batsis doing Softball HC.

Request:  Headcanon of batsis who does softball

A/N: I hope you like this….Love you anon!

-You didn’t tell anyone in the family that you joined the Gotham Academy Softball team, not even Alfred.

-Why, you may ask?

-Well, a few years ago at your band concert, Jason got kicked out along with Bruce because you weren’t front and center like you had wanted to be.

- “Do you realize who funds this school? “ “Dad please stop

-So, when you tried out and got on the Varsity team….you didn’t want a repeat.

-But who were you kidding yourself, you’re in a family of the world’s greatest detectives.

-You were screwed

-Damian found out first when he saw your uniform in your bad snooping, looking for his katana that he hid he wanted to talk to you about the math homework.

- When the family finds out you hid this from them they’re hurt.

-“Does lil bat not want us to come?” “Dick no one calls her that but you” “Can you imbeciles blame her?” “Watch it short stack!”

-Barbra found your game schedule within five minutes and they found out your game was in two days.

-No one in your family spilled that they knew about your game or even that you were in the sport, all playing their roles quiet well.

- Until gameday came.

-You were setting up things on the field for your home game when, out in the stands, was your whole family. Even Jason, who almost never showed up for these things because he’s dead.

-Dick and Alfred made a sign for you that said /KICK ASS Y/N/

-Alfred didn’t authorize the ass part OR all the glitter but it was okay

-While you wanted to be mortified, you were instead very happy and started crying.

-They all try and make it to your games, but if not they make sure at least TWO of them come to your games.

-Damian’s always one of the two

-Makes those cheesy shirts that have your number on them for them to wear.

-Bruce and Jason don’t wear it but they still make one.

-Overall they’d be very supportive.

(Ponyboy, Sodapop, Steve, Johnny, Dallas, Two-Bit, Curly, and Angela are all hanging out in the park. They are suddenly approached by Bob, who is carrying a large piece of folded-up paper, followed by Randy and David. He attempts to get Ponyboy’s attention.)

Bob: Hey, grease! Hey, greaser!

(Everyone ignores him.)

Bob: Greaser! Greaser!

(Ponyboy finally looks up in annoyance.)

Pony: What, Sheldon?

Bob: I drew a picture of you.

(He walks over and hands the paper to Ponyboy, who is very confused.)

Ponyboy: Okay… 

(Ponyboy unfolds the paper. Everyone leans in to examine Bob’s grotesque crayon drawing.)

Bob: Do you see what’s happening to you in it? It’s you getting hit in the head with a jar of your own hair grease!

(Randy laughs obnoxiously.)

Bob: Don’t you feel foolish? Look, that’s me, that one, that’s me.

(He leans over to point at the picture.)

Bob: And I’m in the backround laughing and pointing at you! We’re having a right good time, aren’t we? Pay special attention to the shading on your sweatshirt. It’s rather good. Actually…

(He moves to sit down next to Ponyboy in order to more closely examine his masterpeice.)

Bob: It’s quite good. It’s probably–it’s probably the best I’ve ever done. Actually, can I have that back? Wait, no, I’M TAKING IT!!

(He stands up, snatching the paper from Ponyboy’s hands.)

Bob: What do you think of that, grease, huh? Huh?! I’ve stolen your favorite drawing! Look, what do you think of this?

(He rips the paper nearly in half, and then gasps in horror.)

Bob: No! Randy, paste it!

(Helplessly, Bob shoves the destroyed drawing at Randy, who becomes very flustered, unsure of what to do with it and mentally contemplating getting a new best friend.)

Bob: Now, look what you’ve done, greaser! You wait till my father hears about this! He’ll say, ‘Robert, you goddamn little poofer! Why don’t you stop your whining and learn to use the potty like a normal human!’ And then, and then he will pull down my diaper, and scold me for the mess I’ve left in it, and spank my cheeks as red as Cherry’s hair.

Ponyboy: …That really sucks, Sheldon, but I just can’t believe you still wear a diaper!

(All of the greasers break out into hysterical laughter.)

Bob: All respectable Socs do! How do you expect me to use a potty; I could fall into that monstrosity. At least, I can draw.

(Bob begins to walk away without Randy and David, who are still standing behind idiotically with a bunch of ripped-up paper. Ponyboy calls after him.)

Pony: It’s not like drawing’s that good!

Greasers: OHHHHHHHH

(Furious, Bob whirls around, briefly trips over his own fett, and then storms back over to Ponyboy.)

Bob: “Not that good”? Let’s see you draw something better, you white trash with long greasy hair.

Steve: HEY!

(Everyone turns to stare at him.)

Steve: Yeah, Ponybitch! Let’s see you draw something right now, in front of everybody!

(They all begin shouting at Ponyboy at the same time, demanding that he draw. Two-Bit silences them.)

Two-Bit: You guys, guys, stop it! This is no way to go about this, okay? I got just the thing.

(He pulls out a guitar and begins to play.)

Two-Bit: *singing* Pony can’t draw!

Everyone: *singing* Pony can’t draw! Pony cannot draw! He only reads books and he cannot draw, even if he’s reading a how-to-draw book! Pony can’t draw…

(While they continue to sing, Darry enters.)

Darry: What the hell is going on? Stop dancing like that. Guys, stop it.

(They ignore him.)

Darry: Hey! This song isn’t even that funny, okay?

Steve: Oh, yeah? Let’s see you sing something right now, in front of everybody!

Darry: I don’t need to sing for you.

Everyone: *singing* Darrel can’t sing! Darrel can’t sing! Darrel cannot sing!

Darry: Yes, I can sing!

Everyone: *singing* He only reads books and he cannot sing, even if he's reading a how-to-sing book!

Darry: *singing* I’m Darrel freaking–

Darry: Alright! Alright, guys, stop! Hey, guys, remember how Pony can’t draw? He can’t draw!

Everyone: *singing* Pony can’t draw! Pony can’t draw! Pony cannot draw! He only reads books and he cannot draw, even if he’s reading a how-to-draw book!

Darry: Follow me!

(Still singing and dancing, everybody follows Darry out of the park in a single-file line, leaving Ponyboy behind. Angela turns back and smirks at him.)

Angela: Curtis, don’t you have somewhere else to be?

Steve: YEAH!

(Angela and Steve do a high-five.)