but this was hot as hell

Regina and the Evil Queen hugged

Henry called her mom

The Evil Queen apologized

Regina threw apples at the Queen

That sword fight was hot as hell

Regina finding the person she hates most - herself

Regina accepting and loving and forgiving herself - being brave like never before

Actual Mills sisters interaction

A heartbreaking but beautiful goodbye

Outlaw Queen getting some kind of happy ending (who thinks the Queen’s next goal is to help King Henry?)

So much beauty I still can’t believe it

anonymous asked:

My work was absolute hell today; I could barely talk and kept having to break away from order to cough, we had a constant stream of awful customers, it was boiling hot, and to top everything off I had to stay longer due to my relief not showing up til late due to the clocks changing.

I hate when I get sick. I started wearing hospital masks when I do so I’m not coughing all over people. I get a few people tell me I look unprofessional but I’ll take that to the yelling and complaints when I hack all over their food. The one good thing about having lupus (overactive immune system) is I don’t stay sick for more then a couple days at a time. My wife was sick for 10 days last time.


Cold Cuddles

a/n: I was inspired by the mini-imagine of Dan wearing his floppy-eared hat and fuzzy socks to bed, so here, have this short ridiculous ficlet!

It’s cold, cold as hell… given that hell is cold and not hot, like you’d think. 

This has to be the coldest March in decades, you decided when you brought all the blankets you could find in the house into your bed.

The blankets provide enough warmth to keep you satisfied after a (way too short) hot shower, and you even take the liberty to just cuddle in as far into the blankets as you can. You jump when the door slams open, and you’re met by familiar, loud grumbling and complaints. 

“Is this fucking flat for real? Did you check the thermostat?” Dan paces around the bedroom, checking the radiator by the window. He’s wearing gloves. Knitted gloves. Not to mention that ridiculous hat he bought during his last tour. It’s hideous, but oh, so warm, so you’re not really blaming him. And it goes well with the fuzzy, red socks he’s wearing which, you couldn’t help but notice, are yours.

You know there’s no use in checking the thermostat. If the flat is cold, the flat is cold. You’ve called your landlord about it a billion times. Dan doesn’t seem to be expecting any reply anyway, but simply lets out the whiniest groan he can manage, before flopping down on the bed next to you.

“I am positively freezing my arse off,” he mumbles into the sheets, and you roll your eyes at him and give his arm a half-hearted push. He’s even wearing a bomber jacket under his jean jacket, and the poor guy’s still cold.

“Move over,” you complain, pushing at Dan a bit harder but only making him scoot over a little, before he curls into your side like an overgrown puppy. “Hey – you’re not wearing all that to bed.”

“Yeah, I am,” Dan grumbles, pulling at the floppy ears of his hat as if to state his point, before curling closer to you. “It’s too cold.”

“Well get under the covers, maybe?” you suggest, throwing the many blankets (five, to be exact) over Dan’s body as well. He gives them a half-hearted pull before letting out a shuddering sigh. You purse your lips in concern. “You sure you’re not getting ill?”


You can tell it’s not just the low temperature that’s making him cranky. You lean over him slightly, seeing that he’s already closed his eyes, determined to sleep the cold away. He must be exhausted after a full day of work.

With a sigh, you drape your arm over his waist, mentally rolling your eyes. How does this guy manage to sleep with two jackets, a hat, and gloves on? You can barely hold him properly. Or maybe you’re just not used to being the big spoon like this.

Still, you hug yourself against his body from behind, as close as you can, and you try not to be bothered by the amount of faux fur you get into your mouth from his hat.

“Much better,” he sighs, and you can hear the satisfied grin on his face.

You roll your eyes, but bury your nose in his hat all the same. “Just go to sleep, you loser.”

Dan doesn’t respond, but you feel his diaphragm expand in a great, relaxed sigh, and you smile into his hat.

~~~~ anonymous ~~~~~

anonymous asked:

a perfect example of "no trigger warnings irl": I have self harm scars on my legs and arms (they aren't even that bad tbh I usually cover them with makeup) and this one day it was hot as hell and I was wearing a sundress and a girl in my friend group came up to me and said "your scars make me very uncomfortable and I think you should either cover them up or let people know if you plan to come to school like that" I was like ?!?!?!?!???????? BREH

like brah who the hell is this hoe to tell you what to do 
she ain’t the one who has to deal with the scars 
you are 
next time flip her off and wear a mini skirt

Coffee-Stained Hearts

A/N: the ‘someone just spilled coffee all over me and my computer which had the only copy of my paper due in 15 minutes, and it seems like that someone might be the lead actor in my favourite show’ au that no one asked for

Her last assignment was due in 15 minutes. Lily could practically taste the freedom, could feel the summer months ahead. She sipped her coffee, hovering her mouse over the ‘send’ button. She took a deep breath, about to hit the button, when she heard the high-pitched sound of shoes sliding against the tile floor and all of the sudden her skin was burning - 

“What the hell!” Lily exclaimed, jumping up from her seat in the coffee shop, glaring at the person who had just spilled incredibly hot coffee all over her, her new dress and her computer. She did a double take, because it seemed to be that the asshole who had just ruined her day was the lead actor in her favourite show, The Marauders. But that didn’t matter now. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” he said, immediately grabbing some napkins from the table and handing them to her. “I’m so so sorry.”

Under any other circumstances, it would be a dream to meet James Potter. Devilishly handsome, a phenomenal actor, relatively famous, and just generally a cute person, he was every girls dream. But not Lily’s, at least not at this moment.

Lily scowled, her eyes burning into him. And if looks could kill, well, let’s just say that there would be a lot of crying teenage girls all over the world.

“Say that to my computer. That was the only copy I had of my final English Lit  paper, that just happens to be due in 15 minutes.”

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zenxenophilia  asked:

Poly Whirl/Cyclonus/Tailgate for the ship thing?

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell / Tailgate’s gonna teach those two boys how to love each other

anonymous asked:

Noctluna, Lunyx

Thank you! :)


vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell


vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell / they almost don’t know each other so I just can’t see it ?

Send me a ship

date: march 3
time: 9:45pm
location: the dark lady
status: open 

They sang along to the fires of hell all their life, they swayed to the flames and did not cry when it stung. For while there was sin to guide one through hell and repentance through purgatory, it was Beatrice who guided the lost and good through heaven.

Alva had been singing for close to an hour before they took their first break. Hot mug of tea and honey in hand, they wandered while the band played on, dark eyes alight with beguilement with each pretty thing and prettier person, decked splendidly to the nines, they passed. “I’ve never seen so many treasures in one room,” they sighed, “It seems as though there ought to be a beast to blow fire and protect them.” They quirked their lips. “Although, I’m sure the ‘The Paper of Infinite Mouth Decadence’ does not really warrant such a grand effort.”

anonymous asked:

God, Niall is actually my favorite human being. He is so dorky, but like hot as hell. Idk how he does it. Lol. That shirt is the WORST!!!

I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK. hes like the biggest dork but i still want to ride his dick into the sunset even in that terrible shirt

Some short crappy imagine of Bisexual!Dean when he just picks fights with cute/hot guys at the bar and they get all frustrated and say, “Well fucking blow me Winchester,” And Sam just has this terrified look on his face that says ‘please don’t.’ While Dean is just smirking almost comically and I just— AND Cas is just sitting there done with life, but still smirking all misha like, and he says, “He’s my boyfriend, but I don’t blame you for trying because he gives one hell of a blowjob” _ I’m dead

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