can i just... be her please

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My mom literally just died out of nowhere this morning (11/24) and I have no idea how we’re going to pay for her funeral, because I can barely afford to take care of myself. Re blog this post if you can’t donate. Every dollar counts.

Cyrus: *Falls over a two feet bush and end up just partially breaking his thumb*


Andi: *Literally has fake but realist scars and bruises on her face that make it looks like she got jumped but several people*

Jonah: *Unaware they are fake* Damn Andi…You good?

Howdy folks, I’ve been busy with school, but here’s my design for my Frans child, Helvetica! Or you can call her “Ve” pronounced as “Vii”. She’s only 7 years old. Total daddy’s girl….not like she has a choice anyway seeing as she only has a dad left. 





Fake Social Media Imagine {76} - Reggie Mantle x reader

Hey y’all! This is for the request “Can I please request a social media with Reggie dating a dancer and he is just constantly wowed by her grace and moves? Hope you like it! Masterlist in bio:)) hope everyone had a good thanksgiving!”

imagine if Karen finds out Frank is in danger and goes to a somewhat recently resurrected Matt for help rescue him. Matt thinks maybe Frank deserves the trouble he got himself into, or that it’s not that bad and Frank can get out of it himself and protests a bit like,“I know Frank is your source Karen, but-”

and Karen just loses it like Frank lost it when she was in danger.

“He is not just a source Matt, or some man who needs our help, and you damn well know that! Frank could die, and I cannot let that happen. Not went he’s so close to some kind of happiness. After everything, I- I can’t. please, Matt. I can’t lose him like I lost you.” She knew it was a bit dirty, but it was true, she was desperate, and Matt was really pissing her off.

It’s different, instead of Franks breaking emotions and vulnerability in his rage, Karen is like her typical dog-with-a-bone self but with a lot of indignation mixing with fears she doesn’t quite want/know to give a name to.

Matt can tell it’s different, smell it, hear it, than those times in the past they had arguments privately defending and prosecuting The Punisher. The way ‘Frank’ sounds like more than just a man’s name passing Karen’s lips, the smell of cortisol in her sweat, Karen begging him on a personal level and not just for morals or because it’s the right thing to do. The fact that she broke their mutual hurt silence with each other caused by his return, to beg him to save Frank Castle.

batnerd123  asked:

Hello ,Could you please draw more eclipsa and her monster hubby pls, btw i hope u have a wonderful Thanksgiving and ur art is beautiful, bye

Yes of course I plan to doodle them many XD but you can have this saddish one, cause i just, i just want her to have her husband and her daughter back *sobs on floor*

How to kidnap a Swan

Request: Could you do an alec x reader x jane where reader bella’s shy innocent younger sister an they kidnap her but it ends good please

*note: I’m picturing Alec and Jane to be about 15 or 16 in this. In my previous imagine, I pictured Alec to be about 12 or 13. I will try to make their ages clear in the beginning of the posts from now on. I just can’t decide on how old I picture them to be, so I switch their ages all the time. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!!

Bella was always off all the time with her creepy boyfriend. Ever since that fiasco where she ran off to Italy for him, you and Charlie have been pretty skeptical of him. That was a few months ago now, but you were still pretty upset with Edward for that. After all, she was a completely different person after he dumped her and you couldn’t believe that she would take him back after that.

You had a long day at school that day, and were very tired, however, you couldn’t sleep. You heard voices in Bella’s room mixed with Charlie’s snoring. It was only about eleven o’clock but the noises were keeping you awake. So, you decided you would go for a walk. You grabbed a hoodie from your closet and pulled it on over your clothes before putting your shoes on and going downstairs. Before you could leave, your sister grabbed your arm.

“Hey, (Y/N). What are you doing?” Bella whispered to you.

“I’m going to take a walk, I can’t sleep with all the noise in here and I need to clear my head.”

Your tone of voice was very passive aggressive. Before Edward came along, the two of you used to be so close. You did everything together, but now because of Edward you were kind of drifted apart. You missed what the two of you had before and yes, maybe you were a little jealous. You decided that you couldn’t really blame Edward for wanting to steal her away. You thought she was a pretty cool sister.

“(Y/N), look…I know you’ve been mad at me because of what happened before. I don’t blame you…I shouldn’t have put you through that.”

“No, you shouldn’t have. You shouldn’t have done that to Dad either, but you did. I’m not mad because you left, I’m mad because you worried everyone here over some stupid boy who hurt you really badly. You don’t deserve that, and I don’t know why you took him back, but whatever that reason is…you know what, you do you. That’s fine.” You moved for the door again. You normally wouldn’t snap at people but you were so put up with this that you couldn’t help it.

“It’s complicated (Y/N), I can’t explain it well enough in words…”

“You don’t have to Bella. I love you and I care about you, I just don’t think you are making the right choices for you. So I’m going for a walk…have fun screwing your boyfriend or whatever it is you two do while he’s here.”

“(Y/N)…” You were already out the door, tears rolling down your face.

You stayed out for a while. You had to have walked at least a mile and a half before you decided you should probably head home. Before you knew it, you were being followed by two men in black cloaks. You were almost home, however you wouldn’t make it home that night. A towel with some sort of drug sprayed on it was placed over your mouth. You struggled for a good thirty seconds before you became unconscious.

You woke up in a bed covered in sheets of the finest silks and a plethora of pillows. The walls were made of stone and the floor was carpeted with a blood red rug with intricate designs covering it. The room was also furnished with everything one would need in a house. As you finished looking around the room, you noticed two people about your age, a boy and a girl, standing by the foot of the bed staring at you. You sat up quickly and backed up into the headboard of the bed.

“Who are you? Where am I? What…” Your voice only came out as a whisper.

“Shhhhhh…” The boy pressed a finger to his lips and ran at an inhuman speed to your side. “Everything will be alright…”

“You don’t need to know much, just that you are here to ensure a certain someone keeps their promise to us.” The girl told you, as she too ran to your side. She sat down on the bed next to you and stroked your hair.

“She’s a rather pretty one, isn’t she Alec?”

“Yes Jane, very beautiful. Humans are such weird creatures…” Alec trailed off as he traced your jaw with his finger. You flinched at the contact from both of them, causing the two to laugh in unison.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N). We aren’t here to hurt you. If we were going to, we would have done it already.”

You stared into his crimson eyes, which seemed to keep you locked in place while Jane continued to play with your hair, twisting it around her fingers. A part of you was afraid of the whole situation, but the way the two acted towards you kept you calm. You wouldn’t admit it to them, but you liked the attention you were receiving. You felt a little deprived of attention lately.

Ever since that day, your feelings have been very conflicted. On one hand, you were kidnapped, taken away from your family because of something having to do with what happened while Bella was in Italy. You later figured out that you were staying in a castle in Italy, and that all the weird people in this castle were almost like royalty here. The biggest thing you learned was that these people were certainly not human.

Your met the three leaders and they seemed to be…nice. The main leader Aro, seemed very creepy to you. You felt bad for Marcus, who just seemed so sad all of the time. And as for Caius, he was just angry and in your personal opinion, needed to take a chill pill. Alec laughed for a really long time when you told him that. Which brings forth the confusing part of this mess.

On the other hand, Alec and Jane were doing their best to make sure you were comfortable. You figured out that they were twins and that they were growing quite attached to you. They made sure you were fed the finest foods and dressed properly (properly as in all these designer clothing brands that you could barely pronounce the names of were stocked in your closet). You liked the twins, but they couldn’t heal the hole in your heart that was left from the absence of your family. They still tried their best anyway though, which you appreciated.

“Hello, (Y/N).” Alec said as he entered your room. You gave him a wave before looking down at your hands. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him frown. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine…”

“We know you (Y/N), when you say that, it normally means you aren’t.” Jane argued as she came in.

“What’s wrong?” Alec asked again. He tilted your chin up so you would look at him. The pout on his lips was kind of amusing to you, causing a small smile to form on your face. He chuckled.

“It’s about your family isn’t it?” Jane asked. You glanced over at her and nodded. She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you into a hug, a gesture that she hadn’t done in hundreds of year. She rarely even hugged Alec like she hugged you now.

“I’m sorry this happened to you, I wished it hadn’t, but at the same time I’m glad. If it weren’t for this, we wouldn’t have ever gotten to meet you.” Alec spoke quietly.

“I have an idea, why don’t we show (Y/N) the library.” Jane suggested.

“You think showing her a bunch of old books is going to cheer her up?”

“Well she said she likes to read…”

“Yeah, probably things from this era Jane, not books on battle tactics or how the Greek alphabet came to be.”

“You said you like to read, didn’t you (Y/N)?” Jane asked you. You nodded again. “I’m sure we can find something for you there. The library is huge after all.”

She was already leading you towards the door as Alec sighed. He had already read all the books in there at least three times through. He groaned.

“Jane…” He whined.

“Alec…” She whined back. “Suck it up and let’s go.”

“I’ll go as long as I get (Y/N) all to myself after.”

“You are funny brother…”

“But you brought (Y/N) shopping last week and it was just the two of you. It’s my turn with her next.” You laughed and grabbed his hand, pulling him along behind you as Jane lead the way to the library. If he could blush, he would have. Jane looked back at him and rolled her eyes. Alec stuck his tongue out at her in response. Though you missed your family, you thought that maybe it would be possible to be happy here eventually, especially if you could get the twins this flustered.

Code: Safeword (chapter 26)

Pairing: Megamind/Roxanne

Rating: M (for sexual content and language)

Summary: Roxanne calls time-out on Metro Man day before the death ray happens.

Additional tags: alien genitalia; a rather surprising amount of plot; sex and social justice

AO3 | FFN | chapter 25

“I can tell, Roxanne,” Megamind said. “I can tell you’re worried about something.”

Roxanne didn’t answer, just stared at him, her face pale.

“You don’t have to tell me what it is,” Megamind said. “But I—I really wish that you would. I mean—” he smiled at her, raised his eyebrows, trying to get her to smile back, trying to make her laugh, “—remember what a catastrophe it was, the last time we didn’t talk about something?”

Roxanne did give a choked laugh at that, but then her face crumpled like she wanted to cry and Megamind’s heart twisted anxiously.

“Please,” he said, “won’t you tell me? I want to help you, too.”

Roxanne’s expression changed, going hard and almost angry. She pulled away from him, out of his arms, and sat up. Megamind sat up as well, more worried than ever.

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REQUEST: Patience Is A Virtue (KBTBB Headcanon)

lemanuka submitted: Hi, are you still doing headcanons? Because I would like to request one, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. Could you please make a headcanon were MC gets compared to other women all the time. At the beginning she just ignores it, but later it starts to get to her and someday she can’t take it anymore and gets angry at them and they realize their mistake and apologize.I hope it’s not to much.

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Fandom: Kissed By The Baddest Bidder
Category: Fluff? Hurt & Comfort?
Character: Ota, Mamoru, Baba
Notes: Hope you like this :)

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“She’s hot!”

“Check her out, sexy and confident. Just the way I like it.”

“Not you, kid.”

“Oh my pretty lady, you’re cute but she.. she is something else.”

“Not that I care but I do see her appeal. You however, not so much.”

It’s so easy to hear a compliment from Ota and Baba, nearly every single woman is hot in their eyes. Mamoru treats you like a child and as much as you hate it, you’ve gotten used to it. It’s just a nickname, you’d remind yourself not to let it get to you until a recent regular of Eisuke’s begins to get everyone’s attentions.


“Our little koro here should learn a thing or two from Jessica. She’s smart and sexy, I bet she takes initiative in bed too. Unlike ______ who blushes over every little things.”

“No I don’t …” Your protest is cut short as the angelic artist corners you to the wall with his delicate fingers teasing your neck and chin.

“See, your heart is raising.”

“Of course it is! You’re so bloody clo…..!!”

The blonde seriously has no intention in listening to you, with his lips slamming onto yours, he only pins your wrists to the wall harder and deepens the kiss at your every attempt of escaping.

The slap to his cheek does not bother him either, somehow it only gives him the satisfaction of proofing how boring and serious you are though the other bidders have to step in and stop you from throwing the rest of Eisuke’s expensive decorations at him which you could not afford in ever paying back.
“Go fuck yourself, Ota! You are an ass! I’m done being humiliated by you, all of you. I work here as a maid, not your slave! I owe you all nothing, 20 million my ass! I don’t need you fucked up criminals telling me what I’m worth, I’m perfect the way I am. Sure, Jessica is smart, successful and pretty! So?! That’s no need to compare us! I’m so done with you all!”

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Plance/Pidgance Illuminae Files AU

Just think about it it fits so perfectly! Pidge as Kady Grant, a smart teenage girl who is looking for her family and is also a badass and smart rebel hacker

Then Lance as Ezra Mason, a flirty, adorable and intelligent pilot who lowkey just wants to go home

Plus both stories take place in space

I thought about this today and I can’t get it out of my mind sooo if you’re a pidgance shipper who has also read the illuminae files please TALk tO mE!


TBT the time Paul McCartney sang “Michelle” in the White House and the President of the United States was like a high school teenager with a crush.[x] 

Five Times Gabriel Agreste Caught Ladybug in His Son’s Bedroom (and the One Time He Caught Chat Noir)

Title: Five Times Gabriel Agreste Caught Ladybug in His Son’s Bedroom (and the One Time He Caught Chat Noir)
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Pairings/Characters: Gabriel, Adrien/Ladybug
Rating: Teen
Notes: mentions of sex

“Adrien, your photoshoot has been moved.” Gabriel pushes open the door to his son’s bedroom, eyes scanning the tablet in front of him. “Nathalie will send you your new schedule for—”

His gaze flickers up, locking on the blonde sitting on the edge of his bed as well as the red- and black-spotted heroine crouched in front of him. Her hands on his knees, spreading his legs wide, face mere inches from his crotch, her blue eyes are wide with fright. A bright red has stained Adrien’s face, from the tops of his ears to the nape of his neck. Neither make an effort to correct their precarious positions.

There’s a stillness that follows his arrival, and all occupants freeze as they realize the predicament they’ve found themselves in. Gabriel’s mouth drops open, questions he’s not sure he even wants answers to on the tip of his tongue, but he still feels the need to ask.

“Adrien,” he begins, “Why is there a superhero in your room?”

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I just really want them to be happy. 


I want you to want me

“Wait, no, let’s take the other corridor.”

“But that will take so much longer!”

“I don’t care. Come on!”

Draco ignored Pansy’s pouting and dragged her along. What were the teachers thinking, hanging up all these mistletoes around the castle? There were so many, it was so hard to avoid them all. Also, it was only November 17th! Couldn’t they at least have waited until December?

Cursing under his breath, Draco turned to the corridor that was still mistletoe-free. Well, at least it had been this morning.

“Oh, come on,” Draco groaned as he suddenly found himself and Pansy standing beneath a gigantic ladder. Filch was on top of it, fumbling with the fateful plant Draco had come to loathe.

Since he was a child, he had been very superstitious. Ignoring the mistletoe wouldn’t do it. It was bad luck. And Pansy knew this very well, judging from her smug expression. She had been taught the same by her parents, but, unlike Draco, she chose to try her luck. At least she usually did.

“Well, go on,” she said, grinning at him. Exhaling loudly, Draco pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This is ridiculous,” he grumbled.

“I’m waiting.” Pansy’s grin only widened when Draco huffed and blew his hair out of his face.

“Alright, alright.” He leaned over to her reluctantly, but panicked, when she suddenly closed her eyes. She couldn’t be serious! Dear Merlin! Hastily, he planted his lips on her left cheek and immediately started walking again. There! Surely that would count!

“Hey! Draco,” he heard Pansy call after him. Nope, he would keep walking! He would keep walking and avoid these bloody mistletoes this time! Getting back to the Slytherin common room couldn’t be that impossible!

“… no, I remember you specifically told me- Ouch!”

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” Rubbing his nose, Draco glowered at the person he had just collided with. The Weasel. With Granger in tow. Magnificent!

You bumped into me,” Weasley said in an accusing tone.

“Whatever, Weasel! Now get out of my-”

“Oh, mistletoe,” Granger interrupted him, pointing at the ceiling.

You’ve got to be kidding me!

Draco looked up, then back at the other two standing in front of him. Oh, damn it!

“Come on, let’s just go,” Granger said, taking Weasley’s hand.

“We can’t,” he whispered. “We have to kiss.” Granger rolled her eyes at him, but Weasley’s face turned serious. “No, we really have to kiss. It’s bad luck if we don’t.”

Huh. Weasley wasn’t as dumb as he looked after all. With an exasperated sigh, Granger pulled him down and kissed him for much longer than was necessary. When Draco cleared his throat, they finally stopped.

“What, you want one, too?” Weasley asked, arching his eyebrows.

“Well, I was standing under the damn thing, too, wasn’t I?”

Understanding hit Weasley’s face and Draco would have loved to take a step forward and slap him. His dumb face was just so infuriating. Before Draco could do anything, however, Granger shoved her boyfriend and he stumbled forward.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Weasley asked, turning his head.

“Well, obviously, you two are the ones with the superstitions. And I already kissed you, so you can go and kiss him.” The way she said it was so nonchalant, it made Draco gape at ther. Okay, so he definitely didn’t want to kiss her. But did she understand how revolting it would be to kiss the Weasel? Well, of course not. She did it willingly. On a regular basis. Yuck!

When Weasley turned back around to Draco, his face was so pale, Draco thought he might faint.

“Ugh, let’s just get this over with,” Draco murmured.

“No, please, Hermione, no, please don’t make me do this!”

“I’m not making you do anything! You were the one who said you have to kiss under the mistletoe.”

“She’s right,” Draco said through gritted teeth. He closed the gap between them and wrinkled his nose. “Just… hold still.” Draco placed both his hands on Weasley’s shoulders and tried to ignore the way his bottom lip was quivering. His lips looked very chapped.This was going to be worse than he had thought!

If he hadn’t already cheated when he had kissed Pansy on the cheek, Draco would have done the same with Weasley. But he couldn’t cheat fate twice in one day! Ugh!

Just a quick peck. Light. Very light. Lips barely touching. Yeah, that wouldn’t be so bad, right? Ugh, if only it weren’t Weasley!

“Merlin, Malfoy, just do it already,” Weasley groaned. Clicking his tongue once, Draco stood up on his toes and gave Weasley the quickest kiss in history of all kisses.

“Ugh! Now excuse me, I need to go wash my mouth,” Draco declared and started hurrying off.

“Ron. Ron? Are you okay? Are you crying? Oh, you’re gagging. Come on, stop it!” Granger’s voice slowly died down behind him as Draco ran down the stairs to the Dungeons. No, wait, he couldn’t walk down that corridor. There were at least three bunches of mistletoe down there. The one on the left had only one. That he knew of. And he’d have to walk through half the castle again. But one was still better than three. Okay then.

As he walked, Draco kept his eyes to the ceiling. He wouldn’t let himself get into another situation like that. Yuck! Weasley! Disgusting! He’d probably never forget it. November 17th, the day he had kissed Ron Weasley. Why? Why??

He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and began running when he spied the bunch of mistletoe he had been dreading. Luckily, no one else was in the corridor. Heaving a sigh of relief, Draco slowed down when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching.

“Potter!” Draco narrowed his eyes. “Wandering the corridors all alone?”

Why couldn’t it have been Potter? Why couldn’t he have bumped into him under the mistletoe? This really wasn’t fair! Draco was doing everything, but still he had the worst luck! This was just infuriating! And honestly, it was kind of Potter’s fault he’d had to endure kissing Weasley. If Potter had been with his stupid friends, it might have gone very differently.

“Why aren’t you with the rest of your little trio? Tired of being the third wheel?”

Potter blinked.

“I am, actually.”


This was no fun when Potter was being honest.

“What about you? You look a bit ill. Are you okay?”

Draco tried very hard not to think about his lips touching Weasley’s. This would probably haunt him for a very long time. Instead, he rolled his eyes.

“How sweet. Nice to know the Saviour cares.”

Potter was about to respond, when his gaze fell to the ground.

“What’s that?”

Draco followed Potter’s gaze and almost choked. Was that mistletoe? Growing, actually growing out of the cobblestone while they were standing there? But mistletoe usually grew on trees!

“You can’t be serious,” Draco muttered. This was insane. But… he was with Potter. This would be the perfect opportunity to steal a kiss without having to reveal his feelings for the stupid git. “Ugh, can this day get any worse?” Draco moaned. Yes, yes, act like this is the worst thing that could have happened right now! He watched as Potter slowly examined the plant.

“Is that…”

“Yeah,” Draco said, trying to sound as displeased as possible.


There was a brief silence, in which they both avoided the other’s eyes.

“Well, since we’re not exactly standing under it… Let’s just ignore it,” Potter babbled. Draco’s heart fell. This was his opportunity! Why was Potter being so difficult?

“We can’t just ignore it. It’s bad luck,” he mumbled. He felt so stupid. Potter was probably seeing right through him. From the corner of his eyes he saw the Gryffindor shuffling his feet, while his eyes were still glued to the ground.

“That’s just some stupid superstition, isn’t it?” Potter said with an arched brow.

“It’s not,” Draco insisted. “People… people have died after ignoring it.” It was utter bollocks. And Potter probably knew it. Draco considered just walking away. Potter was right, they weren’t standing under the mistletoe, so the rules probably didn’t apply here.

“Oh.” Potter paused while Draco suppressed the urge to kick the mistletoe.  “Well, if it’s that serious… we better not risk it.”

Draco’s head snapped up. What? Had Potter just… What?

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