but let's do something about this hair

Give the power to the people? If that was possible, why would you give that to us?

You’re supposed to lead because you have a vision, not freely give power. Giving power back to people isn’t always a good idea.

I mean, let us in the decision making process. Hear us out. Let’s discuss what we can do. But don’t give power to every single person.

I saw White people put their hair on fire for YouTube views. You want to give people who endanger their lives voluntarily as much power as you would give me, someone who goes through traffic to deliver a package for $12?

Isak and Even hair drabble | what even is this tho?

I miss Isak, I miss Even…I wonder what they are doing right now…

I imagine that they are being goofy as always, showing their affection by arguing about something silly like 

OMG like Isak deciding that he wants to get a flipping haircut! And Even is just like NO !!!!! FUCKING !!! WAY !!!! BOI. He is literally so offended and I mean this actually turns super serious. Isak kinda just said it one day like “Ugh my hair is getting so long, and it’s so curly and so annoying and I just want to chop it all off” and Even’s all like “lol don’t do that baby, you would not pull of bald. You’d look like a cute baby egg” and then he just kisses his golden curls and Isak playfully slaps him away while grinning “Shut up! I would not, I’d look like a fucking king” 

Even just laughs and is like “sure baby” 

but then of course eventually it gets serious??? like Isak brings it up again one day, like Even mentions a film he wants to go see and Isak is like “Oh let me know the time it’s on because I was thinking of getting my hair cut on Sunday” and Even just like freezes and is all “EXCUSE ME? wot da fuq” and Isak looks up at him and is like “yeah i mean i’m just gonna get it cut a little shorter so it’s not as curly and annoying.” Even’s hand (which was stroking all of Isak’s ‘annoying’ curls) has just stopped in his hair and he is just Not. Chill. At. All. he looks at Isak with his mouth all open and pouty “You are not cutting your hair.” he declares meeting Isaks eyes. 

Isak laughs “what??” he shouts amused and surprised at the passion inside his boys voice over his damn hair. Even just tilts his face down and gives Isak his “I am not kidding babe your not going there, fight me boo” look. 

and Isak just laughs before shouting “oh my gosh your being ridiculous! It’s just hair It doesn’t even matter EVEEEEEN!” 

so then Even just thinks oh you want to fucking start this before smiling and nodding. Isak nods with pride thinking he’s won this fight befooooore Even says 

“You know what? You’re right, summer is coming up and it just gets so hot, I think i’ll go and get my hair cut with you.” 

OH DEAR LORD 

NO 

Isak looks back up at him in horror “NEI!” he practically screams before he could rethink it. 

Even’s eyebrows shoot up smugly “what? no? But baby it’s just hair right?” 

Isak rolls his eyes and crosses his arms in defeat “Fine…fine no fucking hair cut. I hate you.” 

Even rolls over and pulls grumpy Isak closer to him, holding him against his chest. “You love me…” He runs his hand through Isak’s prince hair and kisses it before whispering in his ear “and I love your hair.” 

Isak smiles to himself and blushes. He would never tell Even but after hearing those words from the man of his life, Isak has never looked after his precious curls more.  

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New Years baby 2017! BB-TECHIE!

Leader Snoke decides to make a clone of General Hux to test the first order’s cloning technology… they ended up with a cherishable little slip of paper with some itchy blue space allergy eyes, who loves blue milk and his new space daddies. co-commanding and co-parenting Hux and Kylo begrudgingly get romantically closer as they raise Techie as their own.

here’s hoping for hux. 2017 dont be as cruel as 2016. LET HUX LIIIIVE.

Teddy Lupin’s hair was always Bubblegum Pink

From the first time Teddy ever saw a color photo of his mom, he’d kept it that way.
For the first couple of months after that, his whole head looked like he’d stuck it in a cotton candy machine. Some people tried to say something about it (mostly muggles who couldn’t believe someone would let their seven year old do that with their hair), Harry and Ginny ‘politely’ ignored them.
Even after he started experimenting with different colors to find something he liked and that felt like him, there was always some part of his hair (roots, tips, one whole half of his head, or even just a single little strip somewhere only really he knew about) that stayed bright pink in his mother’s memory.

(McGonagall nearly broke down in tears his seventh year when Teddy walked in sporting light brown hair. The only way you could tell it wasn’t Remus was the random bits of pink streaked everywhere.)

Happy New Year

He was chewing on a peppermint and he had pine needles in his hair.

Lily Evans bit into her popcorn ball and chewed thoughtfully. As a general rule she liked to not stare at James Potter for too long, just incase he noticed and decided to do something about it. The last time he’d noticed her staring they’d made out for twenty minutes in a closet with a broom sticking into her back. They were both late to class.

Lily let her green eyes float from the messy black hair atop James’ head all the way down to his feet, which were bare. He was digging his toes into the thick burgundy carpet while he talked with his friends. Remus Lupin and Sirius Black were making fun of him. Lily knew only because his ears were red and he was laughing awkwardly. Lily watched his toes dig into the rug more as he cackled. Lily wondered what made him go barefoot in the drafty castle like it was the middle of summer, instead of the day before the Christmas holidays.

Everyone was going home tonight. James was likely saying goodbye to his mates for the holidays. They were all going home apparently, even Sirius Black was going home with James and he never left Hogwarts. Lily had chosen to stay at Hogwarts for the Holidays. Home wasn’t a place she had wanted to be and Hogwarts at least had her friends (and James).

Currently, Lily was alone in the back corner of the Gryffindor common room. Her position isolated was something that had clearly escaped James’ notice. If he had noticed, she most certainly wouldn’t be alone. Lily didn’t mind the peace and quiet; it gave her time to watch him. She learned a lot of things by watching James the past few months.

For example, she learned James favored leaning on his right leg and when he got mad he waved his arms around like a lunatic. Lily knew he liked sugar in his coffee and milk in his tea. She had inkling he was afraid of snakes and preferred warm weather to cold. She had learned all of this by watching him. Lily’s green eyes focused on the bit of the pine in his black hair. Sirius had brown leaves clinging to the back of his sweater.

Suddenly hazel eyes met green eyes and she was no longer unnoticed.

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Better With You

Summary: Justin has some revelations about you while on tour.

Warnings: like one cuss word, making out, light smut 

Word Count: 1364

A/N: See I told ya’ll I’d get something with Justin posted (: Let me know what you think!(:

Originally posted by princebiebers


Justin ran his fingers through his hair slightly grasping onto the strands pulling lightly on them. He was beyond bored and frustration was soon ebbing it’s way through him. He had gotten done with rehearsals over an hour and a half ago and he had nothing to do until it was time to perform. Unfortunately for him that meant five hours of waiting around, trying to entertain himself. He knows his boredom has everything to do with the fact that Y/N had just left to go back to filming her movie and she was no longer around.

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Harry Styles

*request:  you’re getting married to him but you’re anxious about having all the attention on you as you walk down the aisle so he tells you just to keep eye contact with him*

You stood in the hotel room, smiling softly and looking in the mirror as your bridesmaids helped you get into your gown. You held your arms up while the adjusted it and held it against your chest while they started to do it up at the back.

“Hey mum?” you asked softly, looking over at her as she fixed her hair in the mirror.

“Yes dear?” she turned her attention to you, smiling softly.

“I need to talk to Harry…” you said softly, letting your hands drop once your dress was surely on.

There was something sitting in your gut now that you were actually ready in full and it was a sinking feeling about walking down the aisle. The idea of having all the attention on you made your stomach flip and drop constantly.

“Can you talk to me love? You know you’re not supposed to see him before the actual wedding.”

“I’ll stand behind a door, I need to talk to Harry,” you shook your head softly, putting a hand over your chest. By now, your bridesmaids were asking you what was wrong and you had no intentions of answering them. You finally waved them off and shook your head, standing up.

Your mum went down to Harry’s room and knocked on his door. His best man answered and looked at her confused for a moment. “Is everything okay?” he asked, catching Harry’s attention from inside the room.

When he came into view of your mum, his tie was undone but everything else was ready and your mum shook her head slightly. “(Y/N) needs to talk to you Harry.”

The first thought that popped into Harry’s mind was that you were having second thoughts about the wedding. He looked at his best man for a moment before stepping out into the hallway, following your mother to your room.

“What’s the matter?” he asked quietly.

“She’s getting nervous about walking down the aisle,” your mum explained briefly once they got back to your room. “Just wait here for a moment love.”

Your mum came back into the room, leaving the door cracked open. Harry stood outside with his hands on his pockets. You got up and came over, standing on the other side of the door so that your fiancé couldn’t see you.

“Harry?” you asked quietly.

“I’m here, yeah, what’s the matter?” he asked, stepping closer to the door and wishing more than anything that he could see you.

“I’m nervous… anxious,” you replied.

“About?”

“I just… it’s stupid…” you murmured and Harry pulled a hand out of his pocket, holding it around the door so there could be some sort of contact. You looked at it and wrapped your hand up in his, letting out a deep sigh. “I’m just worried about having all the attention on me when I walk down the aisle…”

Harry was quiet for a moment, his thumb repeatedly running over your knuckles. “It’s okay love,” he finally spoke up.

“It’s stupid, but I’m just… yeah,” you sighed out.

Harry couldn’t deny the relief he felt. For a little bit, he thought you were going to say that you couldn’t go through with the wedding, that you didn’t feel ready or that you had changed your mind about your feelings towards him.

“When you’re walking down the aisle, focus on me…” he said softly, giving your hand a squeeze. “When those doors open, look for me, I’ll be right there up front for you. All those other people will disappear, just… look at me and keep your eyes on me,” he explained slowly. “I’ll be the one in the tux at the front,” he added, and both of you let out a chuckle, the mood much lighter now.

“Okay,” you nodded, squeezing onto his hand.

“Okay,” he smiled. “I love you okay?”

“I love you too,” you nodded, pulling your hand away from his, taking a deep breath.

He pulled the door closed and you closed your eyes for a moment. While you weren’t feeling 100% better but the little talk definitely helped settled your nerves a bit. You took a couple of deep breaths and tried to remind yourself of what Harry told you. It was just a quick walk up the aisle and then you would be with him. You could do this, you would be okay.

lil flute appreciation post

Originally posted by wendeer

Theres a lot to appreciate aboutil flute, gurls. If you want to know, come with me wooooooooo ohhh, show me what it do wo u- sorry.

Originally posted by meiren-menglu

HIS FEATURES, HIS FUCKING FEATURES BITCH IM DYING IN THE START.

Originally posted by yoonterlude

acting skills, ya got it? i watched only a lil part of the thing but IT’S SO COOL! THE CHARACTER IS GOOD and well represented by a deer.

Originally posted by shyu

do i need to say something here or…? Really? ok. hiS HAIR AND THE FLOWER AND HIS EXPOSED FUCKING NECK IM DYING LUHAN WHAT’S THE TRUTH IS THIS SEXY SADBOY STYLE OR CUTE?

Originally posted by meiren-menglu

NOW LETS TALK BOUT THE soccer skills i’m weak wait i’ll drink some water to… ok. hELL YEAH you guys know he used to walk like 4 to 5 hours to a place where he could train soccer bc his parentes wouldn’t take him? He has a fgreat passion and skills about that and has really beautiful tighs you know i’m just not speaking because i would lick them to death and take weird pictures and i secretly, LOWKEY dream with them at night it’s just a… disclaimer.

Originally posted by meiren-menglu

LUHAN AND CATS, FUCKING CATS.

Originally posted by wooyoung

photoshoot skills damn how many skils do you got bitch stop being so skilled wtf he’s so fcking hot fuck me already luh… sorry. SO PRETTY MY CHILD LET’S TALK ABOUT THIS OK?????????

Originally posted by luhanahs

but then………….. he’s afraided of bugs and stuff. I would but him something to kill those bugs and live a happy life, but i’m far away from him and what i got in my country doesn’t reach a dollar.

Originally posted by pangguk

SKILLS AGAIN, BITCH? dancing sills on fleek, u kno? And t’s talk about the snapback.

Originally posted by alwaysluvely

his true power is making us happy as shit bc this guy tho he’s so fucking cool!

how to make the signs happy
  • aries: do all their favorite things, go shopping, tanning, working out, just get them out of their house and do something fun
  • taurus: give them a soft blanket and wrap them up in it and hug them and tell them you're there for them
  • gemini: offer to take them somewhere, be open with them, let them tell you all of their stories
  • cancer: be nice to them, fully reciprocate all the love they show you
  • leo: let them talk, listen to them and show them you actually care about what they're saying
  • virgo: make them let their hair down, bring them outside and let them breathe in fresh air, sit them down and tell them everything's going to be alright
  • libra: give back. believe it or not, they give you a lot even if you don't see it so just do little things back and I promise it'll make their entire day
  • scorpio: hug them, show them you love them in your own way whether its sarcastic banter or little gifts just let them know you care
  • sagittarius: go on a mini adventure, tell them how much they mean to you, understand and support their feelings
  • capricorn: tell them to take a break, tell them they're doing an amazing job and everything they do is important, tell them they're important
  • aquarius: give them some good music, a good book, or their favorite whatever, tell them jokes, make them smile, sit with them and make them feel comforted
  • pisces: make a pillow fort, show them affection, make them feel loved and comforted
Plain and simple

Request:  teen wolf imagine where theo is your boyfriend, and you two are making out and he keeps on teasing you, which leads into rough sex once he stops

Here you go lovely.
words: 1102
Theo Raeken x reader
Teen Wolf
Warnings: SMUT obviously, swear words I think?

“oh god, Theo if we don’t stop something bad is going to happen” I moan into his mouth. He lets out a husky laugh, pulling away and resting his head on my chest. We are both breathing heavily as I stroke through his hair attempting to regain composure.
“What would you do if it did continue?” Theo rasps pulling his head up to look at me. I sigh.
“We’ve talked about this, we can’t keep sneaking around, Scott would freak!” I mutter looking him in the eyes.I see a flash of hurt before it turns to anger.
“why do you always think about Scott? I’m your boyfriend, not him. You should be worrying about me. About how I feel about the situation.How I feel about you” He fumes pushing me against the nearest object which happens to be the bleachers.
“Theo” I start but he shouts “no!” and forces his lips against mine. I gasp into the kiss.
“Theo” I mumble against his lips again. In response he grips my wrists and pin them above our heads holding them tightly against the wall. His knee inches in between my thighs pushing them apart. One of his hands keep a hold of my wrists but the other trails down my arms to my cheek, down to my neck and over the valley of my breasts. He pops a couple of the buttons so my bra is slightly revealed to him. His lips leave mine and attaches to my neck. I moan when he finds my sweet spot and starts nipping. It’s certainly going to  leave a mark which I’ll worry about later. His hands hikes my skirt up and hitches my leg up onto his waist. With a minimal amount of force for him he rips my underwear away from my body and I gasp.
I look at him shocked and he smirks pulling me back into a kiss while he plays with my clit. He strokes it for a while before inserting two fingers. My breath hitches as I wrap my arms around his neck and arch my body forward. He returns his assault on my neck and chest and my legs buckle underneath me. I get dangerously close to my orgasm.
“Theo I’m gonna” I gasp. Immediately he stops himself pulling his fingers from my heat and putting them into his mouth. I look at him annoyed
“You could have let me finish” I spit sinking to my knees. He groans as I slowly unzip his jeans, he gulps as I pull them down along with his boxers. His length springs out and I stare at it in hunger.
I waste no time in taking it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the team. I grin when I hear his slight moan. I start bobbing my head.
“oh, baby, don’t stop” he sighs wrapping his hand in my hair. I trail one of my hands up his thigh and up his shirt feeling his toned abs. I moan on his dick and he shudders from the pleasure.
All of a sudden I’m yanked up off of my feet and pushed back into the wall roughly, Theo quickly pushes into me and I lurch forward tugging at his shirt. He pulls it off quickly and starts thrusting.
“baby you feel so good” he growls gripping my bare ass in his hands and pulling me as close to him as I can get. He goes to yank my shirt off but I stop him knowing I’ll have to wear it again later. I pull it off slowly and unclasp my bra waiting a second before tugging it off my body. He smirks gripping onto my cheeks and pressing his lips to mine in a heated kiss.
“tease” he mumbles. I laugh, but squeal when he starts thrusting harder.
“Theo” I scream. He laughs shushing me.
“shh, people can hear us” he grins lifting me off the ground and thrusting up into me. He growls at the new position and I cry out.
“Theo, please don’t stop.” I beg. His thrusts get quicker and It gets harder to contain my cries. I bury my head into his neck and my nails accidentally rake down his back. He groans, whether its out of pleasure or pain I don’t care as he thrusts even harder and faster.
“o-ohh” I moan into his neck.
“THEO” I scream into his neck.
“that’s it baby, scream my name, cum for me” He pants. I start clenching around him and I feel a knot in my stomach. I grip onto his neck even harder, he presses my body into his and my boobs squash against his lean chest which he hums appreciatively to, he leans his head near my ear.
“cum baby,I know you want to” he whispers and nips at my ear. I start panting and suddenly I come undone around him, I feel his dick twitch and his load spill into me. I scream his name as I come and he growls out mine. When we’re done we stand there for a moment. My legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck, his head resting against mine, chests heaving and breathing heavily. I tap his back and he pulls out of me and sets me gently on the floor.
“Theo I” I start but he interrupts.
“I love you” He breathes out looking into my eyes and all I see is love. I’m speechless, I mean he let his own sister drown… I bite my lip and he takes a hold of my face. “please say it back” he pleads almost begging.
“It’s not that easy” I sigh. He steps back his lip quivering.
“why? I don’t even have to think about it, I love you, plain and simple” he grits. When he gets my silence in return he starts redressing himself and walks away across the field. I quickly redress and run after him.
“Theo” I yell sprinting towards him. He turns around just in time to catch me as I jump into his arms wrapping my legs around his waist once more. His hands are firmly on my bum but he makes no effort to make it vulgar, even after what we have just done,
“I love you too” I whisper gently holding his face in my hands. His entire face brightens.
“I know I’m not the best guy you could be with but I promise I would never dream of hurting you” He exhales pushing his lips to mine needily. He sets me down and we start walking back to his car.

  • Gon: Killua! Hisoka wants to ask you something!
  • Killua: Ugh, just make it quick...
  • Hisoka: What's your favorite type of girl?♧
  • Killua: Why do you want to know that?
  • Hisoka: I'm just trying to prove something. So, what's your answer?♢
  • Killua: I like raven-haired girls, with long hair if it's possible.
  • Hisoka: Oh, really?
  • Killua: Yes. Also their hands should be thin and smooth
  • Hisoka: And let me guess, you like them tall and with pale skin♤
  • Killua: ...yeah... How did you...?
  • Gon: K-Killua...
  • Hisoka: Shh... Don't say anything, I want him to realize it♡
  • Killua: What are you talking about?
  • Illumi: Oh, Killu, here you are. I was looking for you
  • ...
  • Killua: ...oh...no...
||Ordinary|| Joker x Reader

Ordinary
Joker x Reader

((A/N: request for @chrisxsebastian
I hope you like it!))

||Warnings||
language
torture
daddy kink

Everyone has their bad days, right? The problem with those days is no one wants to be receiving the backlash. Let me tell you something, kid, you do not want to be at the end of the Joker’s ‘bad day’. The Joker is like getting coal on Christmas morning, it’s what the parents warn the children about.

No one warned you about him.

You were a completely ordinary girl, ordinary life, ordinary grades and ordinary everything. Pale (s/c) from being inside a few days too many. Gorgeous but dull (e/c) eyes, lacking any emotions. Plain (h/c), (hair style) just the way you liked it. A solid black t-shirt underneath your army green bomber jacket, blue jeans and black doc martins to go with it. You normally didn’t wear makeup but today you put on mascara and added a little gloss to your lips. A small smile on your lips as you held the warm (fav coffee) in your hands. The sudden burst of confidence today had you in the best of moods! All the while, a certain someone was on the opposite end of the mood spectrum.
You couldn’t hear the footsteps behind you due to the earbuds blasting (fav song). A little dance in your step, you mouthed the words as you made your way home. You didn’t notice the sun went down until the streets were cleared. The warmth of the coffee was stripped from you as your (h/c) locks were yanked into an alley way by three goons all wearing the same outfit.
“We got one!” One shouted into an earpiece. Hands covered your mouth from screaming, you were too petrified to squirm but more hands held you still anyways.
“You get their ass back here RIGHT NOW!” a voice shouted back, loud enough to break the man’s eardrums. The man holding the walkie talkie glared at you, grabbing your hair once again and slamming the side of your head into the brick wall.

You woke up with a gasp, gasping again in pain while holding your head. Immediately you knew you didn’t have to see your hand to know your fingertips were covered in blood. You were laying on the concrete floor, torture devices all around you. Your (e/c) eyes welled up with tears as the fear settled in. You backed into the corner of the room and held yourself for a form of comfort. A lot of footsteps could be heard echoing the hallway outside your room so you weren’t scared of the sounds. That is until they stopped in front of your door. You started to hyperventilate as hot tears poured down your cheeks.

This was it.

You were going to die.

The door was unlocked and you heard the song “I Started A Joke” was playing on repeat as the door opened. You ducked your face into the crook between your knees and chest. Footsteps slowly walked the long ways around the table, towards you.
“Well, well, well!” An uncomfortably soothing voice started to laugh.
“What have we here?” Your hair was gripped and you were yanked to your feet, a cry escaping your lips. Your head was pulled back, making you face the most terrified villain in Gotham history. Your (e/c) eyes were wide in shock as you came face to face with The Joker. Tears continued to fall as you realized you were about to die in a more painful way then you had hoped for. His red lips curling into a smile, revealing his grill suddenly disappeared. He dropped you immediately, turning to whoever came in the room with him. You cowered back into your corner, rubbing your head where it hurt. “What the hell is this?!” Mister J growled, stomping one foot like a child not getting their way.
“Sir?” The voice was calm and monotone.
“Why would you bring her to me?! She’s so.. so.. boring!” J growled, lacking the word to describe you. You frowned at the word. You didn’t think you were boring. Maybe according to him and his tastes but you were normal! You lived a normal life! His lifestyle wasn’t exactly your forte.
“You said anyone, sir.” The voice sounded shaken.
“Did I?” The Joker immediately picked up on this change, “Anyone? In that case..”
You heard a gun cock and whimpered, thinking this would be your last breath.
“You.”
You heard The Joker chuckle and pull the trigger. You flinched at the sound of the gun firing. Yet. The pain never came. You slowly lifted your head just in time to see the man talking to the criminal fall, blood pouring out of the wound directly where his heart is.
You flinched again at the feeling of someone gently patting your head. This earned you another chuckle.
“I won’t hurt you…” Joker quickly dropped to kneel in front of you, becoming eye level. Your (e/c) eyes filled with tears and fear.
“Name.”
“W-what?” You tilted your head
“Your name.” He gripped a fistful of your hair but a smile on his lips as he looked at you.
“(Name).” You whispered. The Joker began to stroke your head again, almost like he was rewarding you.
“(Name)…” He repeated, “You can call me J, babydoll.”
“O-ok”
“Let’s have a little fun, babydoll.” The crazed look in his eyes returned. Your lip quivered as he pulled you by your (h/c) locks to your feet again. Before you knew it you were strapped on the table in the middle of the torture room.
“Now, (Name), this isn’t anything personal,” J purred, holding your chin gently and making a pouty face, “I’m just bored of boring! If we’re going to play, I need you to not be so ordinary! So. This may sting a little.”
You couldn’t see anything, with your head strapped to the metal table and whatnot, but before you knew it, you were being electrocuted. Your body seized and your eyes rolled up to the ceiling. The pain was excruciating and it seemed like it would never end. At last, J made it stop.
You unclenched your teeth and gasped for air. Your body felt as if you had just run a marathon, you were stripped of any energy you might have had. Then the shocking feeling returned. This continued for an hour.

On.

Off.

Catch your breath.

On.

Off.

Catch your breath.

J released you from the straps and stared at you for a while. You realized he was shirtless and started to giggle, pointing a shaken finger at him.
“What’s so funny?” J growled, not liking that he didn’t know the joke.
“You’re cute.” You said as if it was obvious. J smirked and fixed his hair, happy he was complimented. You were hoisted into his strong arms, eyes threatening to shut at any moment. You were brought to a room similar to the one you were just in but all torture objects were removed. This room also came with a bed and bathroom.

Every day at 3pm J would come into your room, talk to you as you confided in each other for years, then would take you to the other room and electrocute you. He would bring your limp body back in here, lay you on the bed and listen to your mumbled thoughts. This continued for weeks. You think anyways, you can’t really remember.
Today you found yourself singing a song you thought was familiar. Whenever you messed up, you would start to giggle. You didn’t hear the door opening as you continued to try and remember the words. J walked in with a grin on his face as you lied there singing with your eyes closed.
“Oh, (Name)~” The green haired criminal sang, interrupting you. You stopped singing and looked at the man puzzled. J was in the middle of talking when you started laughing like a mad man.
“Who are you!” You asked, unable to stop laughing. J took a step back, thinking maybe he had gone too far.

You woke up holding your head. It throbbed and ached like a hangover but you don’t remember drinking. You rolled into your stomach, hiding your face in the pillow to avoid the light when you realized these sheets were much nicer then you remembered. Satin red sheets? You sat up and tilted your head. You looked around and gaped at your surroundings, the room you were in was beyond extravagant! You smiled but it turned to a frown as you looked in a mirror. You crawled off the glorious bed, stumbling towards the long mirror hanging on the wall. You sat in front of it and touched your now pale (s/c) skin, untouched from the time without sunlight. You had certainly lost a few pounds. Your (length), (h/c) hair unkept and greasy. You began to tear up, frustrated with this person you were looking at.

This can’t be what you look like.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. The green haired man entered the room, his white shirt covered in blood. He walked right past you, growling. Suddenly he stopped and put on a smile just for you,
“Babydoll! I’m so glad you’re awake!” He knelt down and held his arms out. You jumped back and J flinched at your action. He sighed deeply and smoothed his hair back after he did.
“Baby, come here, Daddy ain’t gonna hurt ya.” He cooed. You smiled at his words, slightly remembering him. Feeling safe, you slowly crawled into his lap. J sat on the floor and crossed his legs, wrapping his arms around you. He purred and you nuzzled into his chest, loving the sound. J lifted you in his arms with ease, standing up and heading towards the bathroom. You looked around, giggling which made J laugh as well.
“How about a bath with Daddy, baby?” he purred, a seductive smile on his lips. You blushed and swayed your body, innocently at the thought.
“Ok.” You said, biting your lip as you smiled.
“No, baby. It’s 'ok, Daddy’.” J poked your nose, making you giggle more.
“Ok, Daddy~” You purred.
J moaned and pulled you into a rough, yet sweet kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hesitantly kissing back. You silently hoped he was enjoying the kiss as much as you. Finally, J pulled away, giving a quick nip at your bottom lip before he did.
“Oh, babydoll, were going to have so much fun together” He smirked.

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if you don’t know this musicians au that i’m working, CLICK HERE

oh, poor Adrien…don’t worry, you’ll be pretty cool with this new haircut.

I have more information about this au:

- About two years, Alya and Juleka created that: for entering in the AK, you have to let us make a haircut on you.

- Everything changed when Nino entered because he didn’t have to much hair to do something cool, so they putted some pink paint and cool stuff like purpurin and it was just a disaster. Alya and Juleka couldn’t do more haircuts after that.

- Juleka started screaming when saw Adrien, just because his sweater and fancy clothes were giving to her the idea of a totally punk Adrien.

- The band has this style (hair and piercings) because they wanna be different, and they think that this really fits, so, they like it.

- Adrien is just pissing himself when he thinks about appear in the school of classic music, just like a punk, holding a cello.

YOU CAN ALL SEND ME QUESTIONS AND SOON I WILL POST MORE ABOUT THIS AU!

octarine-ash  asked:

Ok so how about linny and Ginny being able to pick Luna up and carry her around really easily

  • “put me down” Luna protests, but Ginny swoops her arms under Luna and lifts her into the air
  • “no” Ginny responds, and she really likes this angle - she’s usually taller than Luna, and that means she doesn’t get to fully appreciate the way Luna’s eyes look even more ethereal framed by her blonde hair
  • and Ginny really really likes her hair
  • there’s something to be sad about how her arms fit precisely in the dip of Luna’s waist and when she hauls the girl a bit closer, Luna gives a laugh that’s slightly overtaken by a gasp of air
  • “m’ never letting you go” Ginny grins
  • Luna just fixes her with a look of contentment, a bit of amusement, a dash of interest, “oh i do think i got that”
  • Ginny tumbles them down, back onto the bed and the pillows fluff up around the halo of Luna’s hair and Ginny knows her own is standing in stark contrast to the blue sheets
  • but Luna likes sky blue, and the color reminds Ginny of the air, of afternoons spent tossing quaffles back and forth between the gap between trees 
  • and how when they’d gotten together, finding each other had been easy, because Luna was just a glance away, house perched rookishly on the next hill
  • Ginny tugs Luna further down until she’s settled her full weight on Luna’s body and she can’t resist a kiss, can’t resist darting her head down and pressing her lips lightly all over that pale smooth skin, so in contrast to her freckly own
  • “never gonna let you go” Ginny says again, smile bright
  • “i don’t have any intention of leaving”

Headcanon for dating Sam:

  • Talk about a big spoon. Sam is always the big spoon, and he loves it.
  • He’ll let you play with his hair whenever you want. Sam loves it!
  • Sam will let you sit on his lap when he’s researching 99% of the time.
  • Sam doesn’t like to argue, so don’t expect him to argue with you. He won’t stay silent if something is bothering him though.
  • Sam will do what is necessary to protect you. He won’t live without you.
  • If you ask nicely, Sam will carry you places, but not all the time.
  • He’d be more open to listening to your music. You both would end up sharing music with each other.
  • Even on Sam’s bad days, he’ll love you like he’s got nothing else in this world.

Requested by Anon~


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So lately I’ve been letting people get to me. Since I’ve started college I’ve been exposed to a lot of hate and discrimination. Honesty people have been so rude. They’ve been making fun of me and laughing at me and it’s all been really hard, and for a second I forgot who I was. They’ve been saying horrid things about my weight and my hair and some have gone so far as to make fun of me for having albinism. I can’t leave my room without someone saying something or doing something rude and it’s kind of ridiculous. I forgot how much of a gem I am.I have a natural unique beauty. I can’t blame them for staring, it’s not everyday you see a queen walking around.

I found myself thinking about red hair & painted a few favourite fictional red-haired heroines during breaks. Here’s Anne of Green Gables, because where better to start? <3

Dating Application

(Based off of a post I found in the tag.)

Open to everyone!!

PROFILE:
Name-
Age-
Gender identification-
Height-
Country you live in-
Eye color-
Hair color-
About yourself-

QUESTIONS:
Are you down with cuddling and kissing?

Can I have a picture of you?

Can I love on you constantly?

Will you pay attention to me?

Dream career?

Something you’re afraid of?

Something that makes you happy?

Favorite smell?

Are you ticklish?

Music you like?

Can you cook?

Will you let me take care of you?

What is your daily mood?

Best feeling in the world for you?

Famous historical figure you want to meet most and why?

Do you mind me being needy and clingy?

QUESTIONS YOU HAVE FOR ME:

I just woke up but I want to propose something to y'all: Robbie with long hair 

  • Being really extra and doing hair flips all the time
  • Hitting sportaflop with said flips 
  • Horrible bedhead 99% of the time (unless he’s in disguise)
  • Stephanie braiding it for him in the (not so) rare moments they get along 
  • “Just get it cut.” I’m not letting ANYONE get close me me with something sharp “then cut it yourself” it’ll look bad! “Then learn how?” Too much effort! I’ll just suffer 

just think about it