curse-you!

anonymous asked:

lol i used your vines and videos to learn off all the exo members names so now i associate them all with memes also this high-key made me stan them harder than i already did so im not sure if im thanking you or cursing you here but ur a blessing to kpop in general

curse me for I have ruined them for you

anonymous asked:

can you do Daryl x reader, 85 from prompt list :)

“What do you want me to do?” You finally burst. 

He gets in your face, even more so than he already was. If you weren’t tearing at each other’s throats, the space, or lack thereof, in-between you two would seem intimate. 

He’s lit a fire in you, as have you in him. As much as you both want to put them out, you can’t help but feed them further. The flames lick up your throats and push out your mouths as you scream curses.

“Leave me alone, girl!” He roars. The veins in his neck, forehead pop out of his skin. You can see the anger growing on his face. But it doesn’t stop you. 

You scoff, then scream again, “If I left you alone, you’d be fucking dinner by now, Dixon.” 

“I ain’t weak, I can take care of myself.” 

“Sure didn’t seem like it.” 

He steps back slightly, “And what do you know? Huh? You didn’t know how to kill a fly, never mind a walker before I showed ya’.” He scoffs loudly, throwing a finger in your face. You glance down at it briefly. It’s covered in dirt and specks of blood. “You didn’t have a chance – ya’ hear me? If I wasn’t babysitting you, you’d be dead.” 

His words sting. Deep down, you know he can’t mean it, but in the moment thats all you think. Your eyes fall to the ground, but your ears stay tuned to the sound of his voice. Unfortunately, your pain only feeds the fire more. 

Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, “I didn’t realize saving your life would break the last considerate bone in your body. How about a ‘thank you’ next time?” 

He’s silent. It seemed silence was the only thing you needed to tame the fire. It’s flames flickered until they were confided back inside your body. Instead of fighting more, kicking him when he’s already down, you tried to lift him back up. 

“Look, Dixon.” You sigh, shaking your head as you speak, “I will never apologize for saving your life, even if it costs me my own.”

Your voice is shaky. Nerves wrack your body, but you don’t stop yourself from finishing your sentence. He needs to hear it – he needs to understand. 

Daryl looks at you, his blue eyes watering slightly. This was the closest you’d ever seen him to tears. It made your heart break. With every beat, you felt it crack more. 

“Why?” He whispers, “Why would you let yourself die, f-for someone like me?”

A sad smile graces your lips, “Because, Daryl. I’d do anything for you.” 

anonymous asked:

Owen finding baby clothes mixed with his clothes

Perfect

It’s an oddly quiet Sunday morning, not that I’m complaining. But, the twins are usually rowdy on a Sunday, and Rosie’s always rowdy, no matter the day. Oddly enough, Rosie’s sitting quietly at the TV and the twins are basically comatose in their room. Ryan’s never been trouble, so I’m not surprised when I see him in the kitchen doing some sort of homework that hasn’t been assigned to him as yet.

Yeah, he’s weird like that.

“It’s quiet, don’t you think?” Ryan says to me as I pass through the kitchen to get to the laundry room.

When I return with the laundry basket of my clothes, I agree with him by saying, “Yeah, but don’t say it too much or you’ll curse it.” Ryan shakes his head and smiles.

I encounter Rosie on the couch and she’s completely enveloped in the show before her that she barely acknowledges my presence as I pass by to go upstairs. She’s watching national geographic, so I honestly don’t know how she could be so caught up in it if she can’t even pronounce 75% of the words being said.

Before going upstairs to fold the clothes, I pass by the twins’ room, peeking in just to see if it’s really true that they’re asleep. Confirming it, the two are knocked out in their respective cribs, their breaths even and soft. I smile and close the door as slowly as possible before venturing to my bedroom, where the true anomaly of this Sunday is.

On an average Sunday, Amelia is the ring leader in most of the shenanigans, so I’m surprised that this Sunday she’s still in bed, not having awakened since our extravagant behaviour the night before. The white blanket of our bedroom covers her up to the curve of her butt, right below her scar from the accident over a year ago, leaving the rest of her bare back for me to see. Her breasts are buried deep in a pillow she’s snuggling and her hair is strung loosely across her face as she snores inaudibly. I want to take a picture, but I know the photo will never take the perfection of this moment with it, so I simply place the basket on the bed and begin folding my clothes as I gaze at her for as long as she stays that way. As I separate my clothes and fold my lab coats, I notice that the static of the machine has melded baby socks and other small items onto some of my clothes. I could only imagine that when Amelia had put this load to wash, she forgot to separate our clothes from the other kids, but I don’t mind. By the time I’m done folding my clothes, I’ve managed to garner 4 pairs of baby socks and two of the twins’ shirts. Sitting down on the bed, I grab one of the shirts and burrow my nose in it, taking a deep breath. The smell instantly puts me at peace and I sigh contently; I can still smell them on their clothes, even though it’s been washed.

“What are you doing?” I hear her voice whisper in that sexy, hoarse way it sounds when she’s now woken up.

“Smell this,” I say, turning around and handing her the small shirt.

She takes it and sniffs it before quirking an eyebrow at me. “What do I smell for?”

“The baby smell.”

She sniffs again, deeper this time. “It kinda smells more like detergent.”

“You’re a kill joy,” I grumble with a grin, taking off my shirt before slipping under the covers with her, relieving her pillow of its snuggling duties. As she flits back to sleep, I graze my fingers along her back, leaving trails of goose bumps with every sweep. Even after she’s fallen asleep again, her body still responds to my all too familiar touch. This right here, this moment, makes me thankful that my past relationships never worked out.

Random little meme thing

Tagged by @maxxdick​, who I haven’t talked to in far too long.

Rules: Tag nine people you want to get to know better that I think would not mind a meme of which I have no idea whether you’ve done
@lizardbeans@sproutyhead@javertsconfusedboner@lapillus-the-gargoyle-gecko@justnoodlefishthings@followthebluebell@slightlysociablehermit@whatshouldisayimshy@wheremyscalesslither​ (also @jundoe did he make you do this yet if not you should do it.)

and anybody else who wants to, of course!

Relationship status: Wedded to my career. We’re quite happy. This is us:

Lipstick or Chapstick: Both, actually. The lipsticks I like are rather drying (curse you, mattes!).

Last Song I Listened To: “The Man Who Sold the World” (David Bowie). Specifically the 1979 SNL video version with Klaus Nomi. I’d just gotten done explaining who Klaus Nomi was- longish story, a friend had shared a thing with a picture of the Marquis de Sade and I said that he kinda looked like Klaus Nomi’s long-lost grandpa and then it turned out that said friend had no idea who Klaus Nomi was, so I had to share the Lightning Strikes video and then that reminded me of the Man Who Sold The World tuxedo thing and so of course I had to go listen to that, I’ll never not listen to David Bowie.

Last Movie I Watched: Pacific Rim- I like to watch that with Juju. It’s so funny, she looks up every time they say the word “kaiju,” which is very, very frequent.

Top 3 Characters: Captain Janeway (Star Trek: Voyager), Death (Sandman), Sam Vimes (Discworld)

Top Three Ships:  This is actually the hardest question here. I have a lot of crack ships, each one more hilarious and improbable than the next, but like, fictional relationships I’m actually invested in and enjoy experiencing are more frequently than not super strong friendships because I am an absolute sucker for created families- people adopting sibling roles, parent roles, coming to see this stranger they’ve been thrown together with as somebody they really care about. So these are my top three relationships- not just romantic relationships.

If I had to think about the fictional relationship that means the most to me, it’s the relationship between Kathryn Janeway and her crew from Star Trek: Voyager- specifically her friendship with Tuvok. Spoilers for a 20+ year old TV show: in the last episode, she unmakes reality to save her best friend’s mind. (And for many other reasons both personal and tactical, but Tuvok’s dementia is one of the most compelling reasons and the one that’s explored most in the show.) It’s quickly followed by the relationship between Ben Sisko and Jadzia Dax on DS9- that kind of loving, playful friendship that’s closer to siblinghood than anything else is something that I really enjoy watching. 

As far as romantic ships go, they’re usually kinda fleeting depending on the media. I suppose that Garak/Bashir from DS9 holds a really special place in my heart (there’s this one fanfic, Letters from the Northern Continent, that makes me go all dokidoki). Although there is one that I’ve been all about for… jesus christ, over a decade now. I’ve been shipping this goddamn pairing for eleven years at this point. How do I make the letters tiny so that you don’t see that I still haven’t gotten over my first weeb ship from high school? Will I ever be over Integra/Alucard? (Probably not, we all have our vices after all.)

anonymous asked:

You were a commoner in the same village as Jefferson.You took care of Grace whenever he was away, and soon a romance formed.You were married,officially Grace's mother,and wanted to start a family of your own.Then everything what with them Wonderland BITCHES,*coughs* sorry it enrages me still, happened,then the Curse and you were taken to Storybrooke.Although you didn't know it, you were pregnant, and about two months. (1/3)

The pregnancy progresses normally once Emma makes the clock start to tick again (You know the one I’m talking about,) and you grow closer to Emma and Mary Margaret and Ashley, and after seven months,you have a baby, unaware of the Curse, until it’s broken, that is. When it IS broken, you find out from Emma, (2/3)

who gives the info up begrudgingly, that Jefferson lives in this mansion in the woods, to which, after reuniting with Grace, you take both her and your baby boy, Daniel Xavier Y/L/N (Named, of course, not knowing of the father), and the three of you approach Jefferson. (3/3)

God I wish I knew more about OUAT but yes this would be so damn emotional - Gen 

Daddy Wednesday™

anonymous asked:

Curse 2.0? Can you fill me in on this?

It’s just a spec.  The Black Fairy is driving Regina’s car and is dressed in what looks like Regina’s mayor clothes.  Gold’s shop is now “Gold and Son’s.”  Henry seems to be confused about what’s going on and is running around with the storybook.  Based on these things, people have devised a speculation that the curse has been recast by the Black Fairy so that she’s in power, but Henry wasn’t swept up in it because he was born in the LWM.  This could explain why none of the other mains seem to be around and why Henry appears to be looking for Emma (this is based of something the director was overheard saying to Jared during a scene).

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Happy Halloween, everyone! Be safe (VERY IMPORTANT) and have fun~ <3

werewolf mcswearwolf
  • so Remus curses like a fucking sailor
  • he tried to censor himself for a hot minute first year and then he met James, Sirius and Peter
  • and man, do those boys make him swear from hell to high water
  • but i mean come on we know it’s mostly Sirius
  • so anyway, Remus finds it really amusing that people think he’s the ‘innocent’ one
  • and one of his favorite past times is abusing this fact 
  • wether it’s studying with Lily
  • “Merlin’s bloody fucking tit”
  • “REMUS”
  • Or in class with McGonagall
  • “Oh my fucking god”
  • “Mr. Potter, see me after class”
  • anyway fifth year rolls around and Remus is loading his trunk onto the Hogwarts Express and drops it on his foot
  • “fucking shIT FUCK
  • “Moony! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?!”
  • and Remus turns around and there’s Sirius, looking for all the world as if he’s just been deeply offended
  • Remus just rolls his eyes and drags his idiot ass onto the train
  • and for the first couple of days into the term, everytime Remus swears Sirius charms his mouth to be cleaned out with soap
  • which happened a shit ton bc my lord did these two spend all their time together
  • thankfully it only lasted a few days
  • so the following weekend Remus returns to the dorm from the shack
  • now despite the fact that they’ve been living with a werewolf for almost five years, the boys still forget that Remus has excellent hearing
  • and just as he’s about to enter he hears James and Sirius talking about him
  • James is trying to coax Sirius into admitting why the fuck Remus has had bubbles coming out of his mouth for the past couple of days
  • “I just can’t help it, Prongs, Remus swearing is so fucking hot.
  • and Remus just stands there, eyes wide and blushing lightly at first 
  • before all of that is wiped away suddenly by a huge smirk
  • so the next day in Charms, James and Sirius are sitting at one table while Remus and Peter are sharing the one next to them
  • and in the middle of the lesson, Remus raises his hand
  • Sirius pays no mind bc Remus is capable of being a fucking dork at times
  • and when Remus is called on, he just lets out a whole string of curses
  • “Professor, pardon my french, but why the fuck can we conjure water but not food? Seems pretty bloody stupid if you ask me.”
  • and everyone’s just staring at Remus bc who the fuck is this guy
  • poor Flitwick, shocked into silence, is barely able to squeak out “McGonagall” “office” “now”
  • grinning cheekily, Remus gets up, grabs his stuff, and throws a wink at Sirius
  • and that my children is the day Sirius finally dragged Remus into a broom cupboard and snogged his brains out 
  • the end 
Things Draco Malfoy said in the Cursed Child:

• “Never really fancied being a Ministry man. Even as a child. My dad, it’s all he ever wanted — me, no. (…) Mainly I wanted to be happy”

• “Astoria was frail. (…) I didn’t want to risk her health, I said it didn’t matter whether the Malfoy line died with me — whatever my father said”

• “I think you have to make a choice — at a certain point — of the man you want to be. And I tell you that at that time you need a parent or a friend. And if you’ve learnt to hate your parent by then and you have no friends … then you’re all alone. And being alone — that’s so hard. I was alone. And it sent me to a truly dark place. For a long time”

• “My son is in tears and I am his father and so I am here to ask why you would keep apart two good friends”

• “We have to find them — if it takes centuries, we must find our sons” 

• “Maybe the black cloud Bane saw was Albus’s loneliness. His pain. His hatred. Don’t lose the boy. You’ll regret it. And so will he. Because he needs you, and Scorpius, whether or not he now knows it”

• “Our child, Scorpius, was born … it was the best day of both our lives”

• “I would sell my soul for another minute with Astoria”

• “I need my son back with me and safe” 

 • “It is exceptionally lonely, being Draco Malfoy. I will always be suspected. There is no escaping the past”

• “We can hug too if you like” 

 

 

Things he did not say:

• “There are times I wish you weren’t my son”