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Sister Date | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi guys! It’s been a while since I’ve posted a write up I’m sorry I just don’t have that much time to write anymore. I remember when I used to post imagines everyday, so sorry but I think I’m gonna be able to write once or twice a week now. But yeah, anyway this was requested and I had fun writing this. Sorry this took so long! Enjoy!

Request:  Could you do an imagine where Zach is confused your at his house bc he knows y'all didn’t make any plans but then you’re like “oh I’m not here for you. I promised may (his sister) that I would take her shopping” and just zach getting all happy that you’re spending time with his sister.

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I knock at the huge front door of the Dempsey’s while straightening out my top. A couple of seconds later and the door swings open and a pleasantly surprised Zach Dempsey stands in front of me. His eyes were opened wide in shock.

“Well this is a nice surprise!” Zach exclaims as he pulls me in for a hug then kisses the crown of my head.

“I thought you were doing something today, babe? What brings you here?” he continues to ask as he takes a piece of hair away from my face and pushes it behind my ear.

“Oh, I’m not here for you.” I reply as I pinch both of his cheeks.

“I’m here for your sister. I promised her that we’ll go out together today.” I add.

“Aww, that’s great babe! I’ll just get changed for a minute and come back down then.” he replies but before he could leave, I grab his wrist and laugh.

“Babe, it’s a girls’ day out. You can’t come.” I tell him and he pouts.

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Imagine Sam flirting with you

Originally posted by horcrx-hunter

Gif not mine


“I’m just really missing a lady in my life” Sam sighs. “She’s cute,” Bucky grins, nodding at the woman in conversation with one of the suited officers. Sam turns around and sees the woman. Her eyes are a sparkling Y/E/C and Sam overall can’t seem to pull his eyes off the beautiful woman. When she looks around  bit, Sam’s and hers eyes lock and he receives an earth shattering wink. “Also, very out of your league” Bucky whispers into his ear, making Sam finally tear his eyes off her. “Don’t listen to Bucky. Go chat her up, Sam” Clint encourages. “Guys. She’s-” Nat tries to warn. “Very out of his league. I’m glad you agree” Bucky interrupts. Sam straightens the dark red shirt he has on and walks up. “Thanks, Patterson. I’ll see you tomorrow” she nods, dismissing the officer which she was talking with. When she turns to Sam, his breath hitches. Her Y/E/C eyes seem through pierce right through him and her plump lips make his knees a tad weak. “Can I help you?” she asks. Though her voice makes Sam’s face flush, he begins to flirt right away. “I was just wondering what a beautiful lady like yourself is doing at an army place like this” he replies, giving her a small, sly smile. “Oh really?” she responds, smirking back at him. “Really,” he nods “I’ve been in some places like this, but never with beautiful women like you” he continues. “Us army?” she asks. “Indeed. Not a big deal, just a lieutenant” he boasts himself, crossing his arms with a slightly bigger smile. “Lieutenant, huh?” she responds, crossing her arms too, yet smiling. “I’m Sam” he nods. “I know” she replies. “The Falcon fan?” he responds. “I’d like to introduce you to Sergeant Y/N Y/L/N, my good friend of the 17th, the special forces team and the one to help us on the Paris mission” T’Challa interrupts their flirty talk and Y/N turns to the group. “Pleasure to be working with you all” she nods as Sam’s eyes go wide and he steps back a little, rubbing her neck while looking the other way. “We’ll see you at the mission debriefing” T’Challa nods, turning around and walking out with Y/N. She can’t help but look over her shoulder and shoot him another smile before turning the corner with T’Challa.


I’m just weak for Sam.

Thanks for reading

anonymous asked:

Heya, could I request a little scenario where the chocobros s/o comes home to find their young daughter had done their hair/makeup/nails as she was feeling sad and needed cheering up. Thank you in advance xx

This was a d o r a b l e to write. 🤗

I was smiling indefinitely throughout the writing process.

I hope this fills you with as much warmth as it did for me, anon.

Song: “I Have Friends In Holy Spaces” by Panic at the Disco


Prompto: Awaiting for his s/o to feast their eyes upon as they walk through the front door, Prompto struts flamboyantly around the living room, hands on his hips, lips pursed dramatically, strumbling childishly in a pair of heels that desperately cling to his oversized, sock covered feet. Their daughter an absolute mess of giggles, she lays on the couch, hands clutching at her stomach, as she takes in her silly father’s appearance. Once his s/o enters and takes in the garish image of Prompto’s now crimped and barrette covered hair, messily painted red lips, and glitter covered skin, there’s no doubt they’ll fall right into the rythym of their little girl, as they crumble into laughter on the couch. Prompto will give a playful wink and blow a kiss in his family’s direction, earning a flurry of whoops and cat calls from his s/o, who just can’t get enough of how ridiculous their silly lover looks. Once everybody has a chance to settle down, Prompto will continue carrying out his mission to make sure all memory of sadness and low mood evaporates away, as he sets to work on covering his daughters’s cheeks in lipstick kisses, building her laughter back up until there are tears of joy pooling at the edges of her smile crinkled eyes. Seeing Prompto go to such great lengths to make their daughter feel better will only deepen the already profound affection and care his s/o feels for him. And who doesn’t find a man who is good with kids charming?

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Pompeii 23

@thefreckledone 

There was no way she couldn’t feel the magic of the marks on his neck. There was energy there, crackling and alive. Veins of black were growing out of the puncture wounds and spreading away from the site like spider webs. Sakura watched it move and the rate at which it spread was frightening.

She turned her watch over, feeling the tic of every second and measured the spread. She put her brain to work and did the math faster than she ever had in internship. She didn’t know how to counter to toxins but if Chiyo took more than 530 seconds the black lines would be at Haku’s heart. Would she make it in time? How many minutes…?

She had to buy him time, she had to slow down the spread or halt it until Chiyo showed up. What was driving the venom was more than just natural flow. Haku was a merkin, one of the mermaid creatures, his blood didn’t filter so fast. This spread was driven by the curse.

Sakura reached for the magic at his neck, sensing it like a cloud of gas almost. She touched the bite and it was like falling, going into the curse. She stumbled, grappling for purchase in the darkness before it bled away and she was back in the room again. The room was the same but the color was faded to the point of barely being even there and darkness still ate at the edges of her vision.

Sakura saw Zabuza frozen in his seat and then there was Shizune moving in slow motion to where the older man was non responsive. She was moving so slow, like she was caught in a time stream twice removed from hers. Shizune hadn’t see Sakura yet, but Sakura wondered what the woman would have seen if she turned and looked.

Sakura looked back to Haku and saw the darkness around his body. There was a black coil there, wound loosely around his body. It was growing around him, swelling and twisting to wrap itself more securely around Haku’s form. Sakura watched it move, becoming thicker and longer.

It moved like a snake.

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Some Voltron Headcanons/Fun Ideas

Maybe Pidge couldn’t immediately get the video game console hooked up, but of course she wouldn’t let that get her down for long. Soon she gets the system all online, sets up intergalactic Wifi, and somehow manages to download any and every game the Paladins want to play. That’s when the fun begins.

- Though he would never admit it, Keith is immensely proud of his Mario Kart skills. On the rare occasion that anyone beats him, he gets pissed and sulks in his Lion for an hour.

- Everyone is startled by how intense Shiro and Allura get about Super Smash Bros. It’s the only time anyone has heard them curse.

- One time the Paladins are all training with Voltron against the castle defenses but the Green Lion arm is just hanging limp the whole time, completely unresponsive. Finally they stop and check on Pidge, who somehow managed to find a freaking Gameboy and is in there playing Pokemon.

- Hunk always draws an audience when he plays Cooking Mama because he goes into full “Gordon Ramsay” mode.

- Pidge is the type to play No Mercy runs of any game with a morality system. Everyone finds this mildly concerning, but honestly she’s just a completionist.

- Pidge makes a bunch of cheap devices for everyone to play Pokemon Go. It’s not unusual for someone to suddenly shout out that they found something cool and for everyone else to sprint through the castle in a mad rush. The Gym in the castle is constantly changing between Mystic and Instinct, but occasionally Valor will manage to snag it for awhile. Pidge and Allura are on Team Mystic, Shiro and Hunk are Instinct, and Keith, Lance, and Coran are Valor. The only time Keith and Lance get along is when boasting about how awesome Team Valor is.

- In Animal Crossing, Keith and Lance constantly leave each other nasty messages on the bulletin board. Shiro finally put a stop to this by surrounding both of their houses with a minefield of pitfalls.

- Allura develops a fondness for the Legend of Zelda games, which Pidge helps her with. When they hear about a convention on a nearby planet, the two decide to cosplay and make costumes together, with Pidge going as Link and Allura as Zelda.

- Most Earth video games don’t seem to have caught on on the galactic scale, but there is a reasonably active Overwatch community. Pidge, Lance, and Hunk are ecstatic and quickly get everyone else hooked on the game.

- Keith mains McCree. Many memes ensue.

- Lance is convinced he played against Zarkon once and killed him like a dozen times. Apparently Zarkon mains D. Va. (“He likes to pretend the mech is Voltron, duh.”)

- Coran loves playing games but he is terrible at most of them. However, he is a virtuoso at Wii bowling and is the only person in the castle to have beaten the E.T. Atari game.

- On a related note, the Galra that came to Earth in the past discovered a massive pit of E.T. cartridges buried in the desert and subsequently sold them on other planets, marketing them as the most fun Earth had to offer. It is widely acknowledged that this is the moment when the Galra Empire finally crossed a line.

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Wow. I finally got around to write this Klance fanfic. Oh yeah, I fell into Klance Hell even deeper, and I couldn’t just keep myself from writing something. Soooo yeah, here you have it. Anyways, this is cannon verse and has kissing at the end I guess. Have fun then. 

Rated: T

Pairing: Klance

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3416

Summary: Keith never quite understood Lance. Rivalry, taunting, provoking - Keith didn’t comprehend why. However, once he starts to be more attentive around his fellow paladin, he realizes Lance is much more than snarky comments and boastful grins - He also realizes just how much Lance hides from his team. (Use of prompt: “This is gay.” “dude, we just kissed.”


Each breath he forces inside through his throat scrapes arduously, his chest expanding in exhausted fatigue. Sweat dripping from his chin, chest and arms maneuver its way down his body, leaving wet stains of water on his white shirt.

Keith barely notices it, however, his focus far too engrossed on what he’s accomplished. His lips tug upwards, and he chuckles under his breath. With an exasperated sigh, he lets his sword vanish in thin air, returning to it’s original, sheathed form as he places it on his hip.

Legs buckling, Keith has to use the wall he’d unconsciously approached to sustain his weight as he settles on the ground. He brushes a few strands of his onyx strands from his eyes, gazing at the ceiling as though it held the secrets of the universe.

“I’m amazed,” A voice comes, it’s cocky tone immediately giving its owner away. “You’re not brooding for once.”

“What do you want, Lance?” Keith doesn’t bother to crane his neck in the boy’s direction, his grin faltering.

Keith has finally achieved one of his goals - defeat level four session. It had been laborious and rather painful, but, with utmost effort and willpower, he’d done it. It was something he felt was needed. The fights they’d been finding themselves involved in no longer had an easy way out - They couldn’t simply form Voltron and be over with it all. No. Now, The enemies they encountered were beyond powerful, and simply forming would ease the situation but not end it.

That was, if they could form Voltron. Galra armies were learning from their defeats, and gave them no time to form, furthermore separating them. While yes, Keith agrees teamwork is one of the most important skills to possess, he also knows it is naive to presume they will be together at all times - they are required to fend for themselves.

Keith, since the oppressing danger grew, began intensifying his training. Now, he believes he can put up more of a challenge at least.

“Cold,” Lance remarks, his hands behind his head. “But whatever. I’m here ‘cause Shiro asked me to call you. Hunk’s made the… goo.”

Keith nods. He doesn’t budge from his spot, sighing as he waits for Lance to leave. Once he sees no sign of movement from the blue paladin, Keith stands and reaches for his jacket, throwing it over his shoulder now that he didn’t feel quite as soaked. He still needs a shower, though.

“What is it?” Keith asks, seeing Lance fidget on his spot, uncharacteristically biting his lips in what seems to be nervousness. Surely, there is a reason he’s still here.

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It’s You

Would it be possible to write a soulmate au with John Lauren’s? I love the idea of there being a sentence being the first thing their soulmate days to them or time limit until they meet their soulmate on the readers body somewhere. John could have come of age first and already knew the reader was his soulmate and the reader wasn’t old enough yet so no mark appeared and John is unsure if the reader is his soulmate or not! I’m sorry if it’s too detailed! Smut always appreciated ;)

For: @asongoffireanddragons

A/N: I made this modern, I hope that’s alright

It was agonizing, the wait. Your eighteenth birthday was in three hours. Your best friend’s was last week, which meant he knew the sentence that would change his life forever. It was kind of weird, actually. He refused to show you for some reason, maybe it there was an alternate reason not to show you, but still. He’d been acting strange ever since then, though. Maybe he already found them, and he didn’t want to hang around you anymore. The thought hurt, that your closest friend may never want to see you again. It hurt more that he may have found someone else. The thought haunted you for years, when your feelings for him began to muster (Around the time every other feeling began to bloom). Still, you refused to be with anyone other than the person you were intended to be with.

You sighed and sipped on your coffee, glancing across the table. You came to this coffee shop at least four times a week. It was where you and John would meet. Make plans for the day, or week, or whatever. It felt weird being here without him. Your eyes slowly closed for a second as another breath of air parted your lips, and as soon as it did, a gentle hand rested on your shoulder. Immediately, your eyes opened, glancing up to see who the arm may have belonged to. A familiar smile greeted you, and you felt your heart warm.

“Hey,” John said, glancing around, “Come on, I want to hang.” You nodded, slowly standing up and leaving a tip on the table for the waitress. His hand dropped to slide into his pocket.

“What’s up?” You asked, cocking a brow as you pushed through the exit doors, sliding your hands in the pockets of your hoodie. It was a little chilly tonight, but that didn’t stop you from enjoying the gentle breeze.

“Just felt like hanging, having Y/N withdrawls.” You both chuckle, followed by you punching his arm lightly. It felt like things were finally going back to normal. “Plus I wanted to be the first one to say happy birthday, as per usual.” He concluded, locking a tight arm around your shoulder and pulling you into an uncomfortable side hug. A slid across your lips, followed by a long groan and trying to pull away. His lean, muscled figure was all too apparent, and the feelings you had desperately tried to push down began arising. You loved being in his arms, uncomfortable or not.

“Well, you gotta wait two and a half hours. What are we gonna do?” you cocked a brow, and he smirked. “No, you beat me every time we aren’t playing Halo… It’s my birthday, we’re playing Mortal Kombat.” His smiled fades as he groans.

“But you just smash buttons! There’s no tactic!” You laughed, pulling away to stand upright.

“That is most certainly a tactic, Laurens. You just hate that I pause it so I can look up fatalities.” You stick your tongue out, laughing. “Cassie’s my girl.” You boast with pride, crossing your arms.

“Fiiineee, but just you wait. Hanzo’s coming for your ass.” You laugh a bit, shaking your head.

“Or Noob.” You mutter, making fun of the leads names. He seems offended, a hand on his chest like he was just dramatically shot.

“You wound me, L/N, like I would ever play as Sub-Zero.” He counters.

It was about a five minute walk from his house, which was one second from yours. You stopped in your house saying you were gonna spend the night at John’s. You stepped in the familiar house and smiled, waving to his dear mother before sitting on the couch next to him. He handed the control to you.

“I will kick your ass this time, Y/N. Consider it a birthday present to see my butt shake in the dust as I leave you to die.” an evil laugh bursted through his lips, silenced by you poking him in the armpit.

“We’ll see, John…. We’ll see…” You said with a laugh.

John’s expression was blank as he stared down at him controller, before glancing up at you dancing in a circle, mocking him by shaking your butt. “That means we’re watching Princess Bride.” You said, sticking your tongue out.

“Joke’s on you, that’s a fantastic movie.” You laughed as you walked in the kitchen to make popcorn, pulling your hair up in a bun. As soon as you did, an electric shock slid up your arm, the grandfather clock striking midnight. Words laced themselves on your arm, feeling like angry wasps climbing across each serif letter. You drew in a gasp, wincing at the displeasurable feeling. John walked in wide eyed, about to shout happy birthday before he’s silenced at your stature. You eyes glance at the words forming, the air heavy and the world silent. The pain subsided leaving nothing but two words in their path, “It’s you”. John’s eyes switched to your arm as well, but from across the room, it was just blobs of black ink.

“Well, that’s obscure.” You say, chuckling, going to show John the words. You stop in your track as John watches you, his expression blank and his eyes wide. His mouth was slightly agape in an impossible expression. The air remained heavy between you before John took a cautious step forward.

“It’s you…” he breathed out, watching your eyes. They widened in shock as your mouth opened a bit to speak, but he didn’t let you. He was in front of you in one big step, and his lips were pressed firmly against yours. You let out a soft yelp, before melting into his sweet embrace. It was sloppy, awkward at first, but soon, the kiss adjusted itself and everything felt perfect. His arms slithered around your waist as yours moved around his neck. Your forms were perfect for each other. After what felt like seconds, he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours with a cheesy smile plastered across his lips.

“Happy birthday, Y/N…” He whispered, his lips returning to yours.

Confidence in Christ Spell

Spell a day-Day 1

Description: A glamour meant to transform you into the likeness of Jesus Christ so that he might shine through you as you go about your day.


Materials

  1. Basil
  2. Holy Water
  3. Lighter
  4. Mirror
  5. Wood

Notes:

  1. Basil is for confidence and you will only need a couple leaves. Please dry your leaves before use.
  2. The larger the mirror the better.
  3. Wood can be from any tree and is meant to symbolize the cross. You do not need much for this spell. A twig will do. I will be using Monterey Cypress as it also symbolizes death.

Instructions

  1. Perform any pre-spell rituals.
  2. Burn the basil and wood in a fire safe container until they are ashes.
  3. Drop in a small amount of Holy Water. A drop or two will suffice.
  4. Stand before the mirror with mixture.
    1. May I never boast of anything except the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world.
  5. As you continue to look in the mirror, draw a cross on your body with the soot. Visualize the energy in the soot radiating over your entire body, until you see your image change into that of Jesus.
  6. Thank God for transforming you.

Notes

  1. You can keep the ashes that are left and perform steps 1, 4-6 whenever you like.
  2. Try to hide your cross. We are not supposed to advertise our faith as Christians. Your faith should be evident in your actions, not in symbols you have etched on your body.

Please do not use this spell unless you are a follower of Christ. Do not use this spell if you do not feel you are in a position to represent Christ well to the world that day. This spell is meant to help refocus our spiritual energy so that we can be Christ-like throughout our day, but you are the one who must not let that spiritual energy wane.

anonymous asked:

Hey I'm a muslima and I'm wearing jeans but I want to change and start wearing dresses but I don't know how to make this sudden change.. I really want to but no idea how, any tips?

Assalamualaikum,

I know it has been over two weeks and I haven’t written this reply, for that I apologize sincerely.

It makes me happy to hear that you are taking that initiative. Just keep in mind, wearing jeans is permissible if the following is noted:

  • Jeans themselves are not tight (skinny)
  • A long shirt is worn on top

However; living in a time like today, it is hard to find long shirts and loose fitted jeans. Dresses are the best option and they look extremely gorgeous, especially in the summer time. It’s hard to make changes and as they say, “Old habits die hard” but it is possible. Below are a few pointers. 

1. Fashionable

Don’t worry about looking bad or not as pretty because dresses themselves are elegant and appealing to the eye. There are many inexpensive ones that you can find in various stores such as H&M, Forever21, etc. 

2. Reward

Allah SWT notices each and everything we do. He understands that you are trying to make a change for his sake and making an effort to follow his commands; glad tidings are given to those who do such. It says in the Quran, “And is there any reward for good other than good? (55:60)” If you do good, you will be repaid with good.

3. Punishment

While we are motivated by hope and good fortune, we must also remind ourselves of the consequences. Abu Hurairah radiyallahu anhu reported Allah’s messenger (Peace Be Upon Him) having said this, “Their are two groups of people destined for the fire of hell. First, those officials who would carry with them whips looking like the tails of cows and they would use them for whipping people. Secondly, those women who would be naked despite being apparently clothed. They themselves will be inclined towards men and lure them as well. Their heads will be tall like the humps of Bukhti camels, bent onto one side (their hair will be styled in a bun). They will neither enter Paradise nor would they even smell the fragrance of Paradise which can be detected from great distances.” From this we can tell that the “women who would be naked despite being apparently clothed” refers to those who wear clothing but it is tight and shows the figure therefore being “naked.” A similar Hadith mentions, “During the last days of my ummah there will be women who are clothed but naked, with something on their heads like the humps of camels. Curse them, for they are cursed.” (Muslim)

4. A form of Jihad

Sacrificing your pleasure for the sake of Allah can be noted as a form of jihad, and for this is a great reward. Similarly, giving up jeans and other inflexible apparel could count as Jihad. You will be sacrificing your pleasure, but earning His.  

5. Modesty

Morally, wearing dresses and lose clothing is more righteous and it will have you develop a modest mindset. Come time, and you yourself will start to detest fitted attire. Your self-respect will also increase which will cause you to value yourself more.

6. Following a command of Allah

This factor ensures goodness and promises a good result. In the Quran it mentions about those who strive to be on the right path, “And let there arise out of you a nation inviting to what is good, enjoining what is right and forbidding what is wrong. Those are the ones who are successful.” (3:104) 

7. Make Du’aa

If you do whatever you are doing with a good intention and it is permissible, there is no way Allah SWT won’t help you. Ask him for help because He is the best of helpers. His help comes unexpectedly and in the best way possible. Allah SWT says in the Quran, “When my servants ask you concerning me, (tell them) I am indeed close (to them). I listen to the prayer of every suppliant when he calls on me.” (2:186)

8. It is an order

Once we agree on the fact that covering ourselves properly is an order, a command from Allah SWT, we begin to take it seriously. We were told to dress a certain way, so why do we disobey our creator? It says in the Quran, “O Prophet! Tell your wives and your daughters and the women of the believers to draw their cloaks (veils) all over their bodies (i.e. screen themselves completely except the eyes or one eye to see the way). That will be better, that they should be known (as free respectable women) so as not to be annoyed. And Allaah is Ever Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful.” Another verse states, “O children of Adam, We have bestowed upon you clothing to conceal your private parts and as adornment. But the clothing of righteousness – that is best. That is from the signs of Allah that perhaps they will remember.” (7:269)

9. Islam is not extreme

The Prophet (Peace Be Upon Him) said, “ Religion is easy.” Allah SWT himself says, “Allah intends for you ease, and does not want to make things difficult for you.” (2:185) Islam is not a religion in which women are denied the right of beauty or dressing up. In fact the Prophet (Peace Be Upon Him) also said, “Allah is beautiful and adores beauty.” Hence, it is allowed for women to adorn themselves, just at the right place in the right way.

10. Type of apparel allowed

As long as your outfit is within the following boundaries it is permissible:

  • The garments must conceal the awrah (nudeness)
  • The clothing must be loose
  • It should not be transparent
  • One should not be arrogant (clothes should not be a source of pride or a means of boasting)
  • The clothing should not resemble or denote disbelief (cross)

11. Change isn’t easy

Lastly, it is important to remember that change doesn’t come over night. It takes perseverance, determination, and a headstrong goal. Do not give up, it will take time.

And Allah knows best

PLEASE JUST IMAGINE

Like, if canon were different, and Allen didn’t die or reverse age or whatever the heck, he and Cross would be about the same age. Imagine it. They’d most likely be friends and generals together. 
-Adult!Long Haired Allen with Cross and Cross trying to spin that they’re brothers and Allen is like “jesus no”
- Cross getting drunk and arrested and golem’s Allen up “Hey im in jail again”
“Bloody fucking hell Marian”
-Allen laying about reading on his day off and Cross is across the room trying to Make Experiments. Allen constantly making comments about them and what chemical reactions Cross needs.
-They both blow shit up on missions when together.
-Allen likes to yank Cross’ hair and call him “Mary” when he needs to get Cross’ attention away from his booze/ladies/science experiment.
-Cross boasting how he only allows “Beautiful things to be around him” and Allen walks in the room eating a sandwich “oh and Allen” he says. Allen is just ????? and glares bc why tf are you talking about me Mary.
-Cross fucks off for a good year and when the Order starts making a stink about it and pesters Allen, Allen grouches and is like give me 2 days. 2 Days Later General Allen Walker is dragging a bitching General Cross Marian through the Order’s doors.
-General! Allen taking Lenalee under his wing and helping with her training (Dad Allen 100%)
-Generals Allen and Cross having a Reputation for Nonsense around the Order. -Every time Leverrier is around, Allen pranks the shit out of him, but since he’s Allen no one can ever find proof it was him and he just smiles his damn innocent smile and frolics away to his books and food. 
- Allen and Cross gambling everyone out of their money always and everywhere. 
-Add more is you want please feed my need for General Allen and shenanigans. 

Laws of Motion & Attraction (V, You) Part 13

“Immature love says: ‘I love you because I need you.’ Mature love says: I need you because I love you.’” - Erich Fromm

Part 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12


Jungkook carried his luggage to the back of the van, clapping their driver on the shoulder who decided to help him out. He muttered a thank you as he passed it to him before moving towards the side of the vehicle and fishing his phone from his pockets.

There were several notifications, mostly emails from the dance academy he’d be working for in New York; texts from people he once had a fling with (they really couldn’t seem to let go for some reason), and several tweets from his so-called fans who follows his dance covers on YouTube.

Jungkook was used to seeing his phone blow up so much even on Sunday’s. But all these notifications seem too dull in comparison to the single text sent to him last night.

Inbox
Taehyung

Have a safe flight, Jungkook. :) Keep in touch.


Jungkook tried not to read too much into the message, repeating to himself (so much that he started to sound like a broken record) that when Taehyung said “keep in touch”, he wan’t asking to start over and get back together with him.

He was asking to start over… As friends.

And Jungkook never thought anything could be more painful (or pitiful) than the time Taehyung broke up with him.

“Hey yo Kookie!” Jimin busted out making Jungkook jump; his thumb fumbling for the home button before Jimin gets a glimpse of the text.

“I told you not to sneak up on me.” Jungkook glared and Jimin only shrugged with a smile, his eyes turning into slits.

“Do I look like the type to listen to you?”

Jungkook scoffed before leaning back on the car with his hands deep in his jean’s pockets.

“You seem quiet.” Jimin nudged his shoulder.

“And you seem annoying more than usual.” Jungkook parried causing Jimin to roll his eyes amusedly.

“So how’d it go with your boyfriend?” Jimin opened up with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows and Jungkook winced.

“He’s not my boyfriend, Jimin.”

“Fine, ex boyfriend.” Jungkook winced even more. Jimin sensed the seriousness emanating from the boy and decided to stop joking around.

“Didn’t get him back?” He asked cautiously and Jungkook glanced at him with a shake of his head.

“The great Jeon Jungkook…” Jimin looked at him incredulously. “Has been… Rejected?! Denied?! Refused?! Shunned–”

“Oh wow, I heard you the first time.” Jungkook snapped with a sneer. “I didn’t need a list.”

“Sorry.” Jimin said, his shoulders slumping. “Was just trying to cheer you up.”

“You have a weird way of showing your concern, hyung.”

“Well I’m one of a kind.” Jimin boasted as he crossed his arms and leant beside him, nudging his shoulder. “Come on Jungkook, cheer up! Moping doesn’t suit you. Glaring does.”

Jungkook snorted and shook his head, “I’m not moping. I’m fine.”

“Of course you are.” Jimin clucked his tongue before facing him and shaking his shoulders slightly. “You know what will make you feel better?” Jungkook didn’t answer. “We should go out once we get back. New York has a lot of great spots with a lot chics to match.” He winked.

“Sounds fun.” Jungkook muttered but his mind was still elsewhere as he stood straighter and moved towards the front of the van.

“Or maybe… we should start dating.”

Jungkook snapped up at Jimin’s suggestion and saw him wiggling his eyebrows playfully. He huffed and opened the van, waving his hand in a flourish. “Get in before I snap your neck.”

“Aww~ I knew you secretly liked me too, Kookie.” Jimin pinched his cheek as he hopped into the van, earning a sneer from the boy. Jimin chuckled telling him that the sneering and glaring definitely suited him better.

“I’m serious, though,” Jimin said as Jungkook hopped in and sat beside him. “We should start dating.”

“Shut up, hyung.” Jungkook spat but a smile was already tugging at corners of his mouth as he closed the door.

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7 Reasons why we should boast in the Cross.
  • 1.Because the cross confronts us with who we once were.
  • 2.Because the cross comforts us with who we are now.
  • 3.Because the cross teaches us what it means to be saved.
  • 4.Because the cross shows us what it means to love.
  • 5.Because the cross reminds us that our safety is not in this world.
  • 6.Because the cross keeps us from wasting our lives in this world.
  • 7.Because the cross grips us with a vision of the world to come.

As for me, God forbid that I should boast about anything except the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ.Galatians 6:14 
What glory is there in the cross? It was an instrument of torture and shame. Why did Paul glory in it? He gloried in it because the most selfless act ever performed took place upon it. He saw-emanating from that rough, unartistic beam upon which the Son of God had been crucified-the radiant hope of the world, the end of the believer’s bondage to sin, and the love of God shed abroad in the hearts of men. With my finite limitations, I cannot fully comprehend the mystery of Christ’s atonement. I only know that all who come to the cross in simple, trusting faith lose all their guilty stains and find peace with God.
Prayer for the day
Father, help me to glory in the cross of Jesus and more fully understand the tremendous meaning it has for me as a believer and for all who would come to its foot and kneel. Amen
Billy Graham

Peter: Coming of Age

A/N: This is my first time writing for Peter or Tony so bear with me. I really enjoy Tony, but there’s so little we know about Peter that i hope my version is up to snuff. 

This story is long, simply because it serves as an introduction, not only to my writing, but to the type of world all of my stories will be operating in (unless further specified.) The other stories and imagines will probably be much shorter. Probably

Summary: As Tony’s daughter, you agreed to meet a new recruit. But you didn’t agree to this. 

Word count: 4,016 (They’ll get shorter, I swear.)

Warnings: Cursing, I think.  


You didn’t expect him to be 15.

When your father stepped off the quinjet, you expected him to be all flustered limbs; hands clutching his head as he cried maniacally and ranted over the star-spangled avengers’ antics. You were not expecting his calm demeanor and leisurely walking pace as he strutted from the air dock, eyebrows creased while he listened seemingly intently to someone on the phone.

“No, I was just-I know Everett, but I’m going against two super soldiers, one with a metal arm mind you and I need back up.” His shoes scuffed the floor as he stopped abruptly, his eyes landing on you from across the couch. You gave him a quick glance, acknowledging his presence, but not holding your breath for his question.

“What an excellent idea, hadn’t crossed my mind.” He boasted, a lopsided grin being tossed your way. “I’ll ask her. Hey Y/N, wanna go to Berlin?”

You furrowed your brow, borrowing his expressions from moments ago. “What?”

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[blog update] can still manage in this cold weather somehow...

> Mr. Himaruya, what does Hong Kong’s “Predator!!!” mean…?

It means predator!!

>In the current official setting, who calls France, the world’s big brother, “big brother”, “brother” or “big bro” and actually means it?

Right now I think Monaco and Italy do, but there are probably others as well.

>In the “Movie” strip with America and England, it seems like America is cooking something. What is it?

It’s popcorn!

Popcorn and a movie together are a given.

>I was wondering about why there were 85 generations of emperors in a 500-year period, but I can’t seem to find any reference or data. I would appreciate it if you could give me more information about these Roman emperors.

In the Barracks’ Emperor period, a Roman emperor’s reign could be as short as one month; in the breakup (or schism) of the Roman empire, there was also an increase of emperors as well.

Since emperors changed so frequently during the Barracks emperor period, Romans would get annoyed and say:

“You be the emperor”

“I don’t wanna”

“Not me”

“Mornin’, what are you talking about?”

“ ” “Alrighty, you be the emperor !” “ ”

Putting pressure on others to be emperor was a common occurrence…

Incidentally, there was an abundance of different types of emperors: sickly, freemen, teenagers, trembling old men, cross-dressing men, local men boasting of their physical strength, popular locals, men who thought “even though I have no blood relations, I could maybe be emperor,” emperor who transcends space and time who is still an enigma to this day, those who only had a similar name to famous people, it was quite an amazing array of people…

For information on the Roman Emperors, I recommend primary sources + relatively new English language sources. 

On the internet alone, you can find published information ranging from the primary sources till recent research from today!
There are also sites that elaborate on each emperor, and published research on emperors are available in public libraries.
But a lot of material hasn't been translated, so it’ll be like studying English while doing your own translations…

If you want to buy a book that’s a summary of Roman times, you should go to a bookstore and look for the pages on Maxentius. Since he’s recently being reevaluated, any book that includes information on him probably incorporates materials other than primary sources.

>Since Cleopatra was of Greek descent through the Ptolemaic Dynasty, it seems like she had chestnut-colored curly hair, rather than brown hair.

As there are engravings of her with her hair done, she definitely enjoyed fashion, it’s really cute .

Until recently researchers were all coming to the consensus that Cleopatra was of Greek origin, but in 2009 they investigated Cleopatra the VII’s relatives bones and determined that the two were both of African origin. Ever since then it’s become a hot debate between “She was of mixed African origin” to “No no way she’s definitely of Greek descent.”
After thinking through about it over and over again , in the end I decided upon the bob-hair style Cleopatra that I love.