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Demon AU Melarue is one of my favorite versions to draw. Rock the gorgon look, Mel, it suits you perfectly. Do I have an unhealthy love for all things involving Medusa and the gorgons? Yes. Did that channel into a lot of Melarue’s aesthetic? Double Yes. Do I regret it? Not at all. XD

Open Your Eyes Sweetheart

Originally posted by arma-gedon


Characters - Dean x Reader, Sam, Jody, Claire, Alex, Castiel, Crowley, Charlie, Rowena.

Word Count - 2235

Warnings - Pregnancy 

Summary - Part 6 of Baby Winchester. Dean has another surprise for the reader.

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O’HAGAN: Can we talk about specific songs: ‘English Tea’?

PAUL: That’s about living in England and listening to the way some English people speak and parodying that. I love it but I also find it funny. I mean, I say, “Do you wanna cup of tea, la?” But somebody else will say, “Would you care to take tea?” or “As a rule, we take tea at three” or whatever.

O’HAGAN: So is that the scouser in you taking the piss out of poshies?

PAUL: Nah, it’s more an affectionate nod. I kind of like that language. I went to a grammar school, and had a really good English teacher, and I love to read Dickens, so I love the English language. I even worked in the word ‘peradventure’. (Sings in snooty voice) “Do you know the game croquet/Peradventure we might play.” (Laughs) In a way, I was playing Noel Coward. He could sing that straight.

O’HAGAN: Or the Bonzos?

PAUL: Yeah, The Bonzos! So, in that song, I reclaimed the word ‘gay’ and got ‘peradventure’ in. You know what ‘peradventure’ means?

O’HAGAN: Go on?

PAUL: I won’t go on, you tell me.

O’HAGAN: ‘Perhaps’?

PAUL: Correct! I’d sort of heard it and it had stuck in some little corner of my brain. It fell out of my head into the song then afterwards I had to go to the dictionary, and go, “Please, let there be a word ‘peradventure’!” And there it was. It’s just putting myself in a fruity voice. It’s a lady who lives in the town here, a classy dame, an old lady who speaks like that. It’s lovely. “Would you care for a cup of tea?” All that stuff. Plus tea and hollyhocks and roses and gardens and croquet and church bells chiming and nanny baking fairy cakes.

O’HAGAN: That English pop vernacular, Ray Davies?

PAUL: Yeah, yeah. It’s ‘Waterloo Sunset’ and Terry and Julie, and all that. It’s great, that. Spot on. And it resonates. The second song [‘How Kind Of You’] is also me being intrigued by that old, fading language… “How kind of you.” And, it sings well. It’s pretty elegant, genteel. Plus, what I really like is that if you don’t sing it posh, it becomes more ironic, more fun.

O’HAGAN: I took it as a very plaintive song, actually.

PAUL: I know, I know. Some people have said that. But I’d never say, “How kind of you to think of me when I was out of sorts.” That’s not an expression that I’d use. It gets more me later on. It is about thoughtfulness, though, and things that are fading. It’s got a phrase and a theme right there in the title. What more do you want?

O’HAGAN: What about the lines: “How kind of you to stick by me during the final bout/And listen to the referee when I was counted out”?

PAUL: Well, I know what that’s all about – tragedies, the Beatles break-up, things going wrong, people writing me off, and all of this. (Sings from the heart) “I thought my time was up.” So, there’s this sort of therapy aspect I find about songwriting that’s one of the other reasons I love it. If I’m feeling really low, I’ll take my guitar to the darkest corner I can find in the house, often a toilet – good echo – and go there and sit with it, and talk to your guitar, explain it all to your guitar. And you come out and it’s magical.

—  Paul McCartney, interview w/ Sean O’Hagan for the Guardian: Macca beyond. (September 18th, 2005)
Imagine Barba walks in to you wearing a T-shirt of his.

So @barbabangme has really inspired me to take a stab at hc’s and imagines so this is my first attempt!

(Flashback 6 months ago)
It was your first day as a detective at the Manhattan Special Victims Unit and you hadn’t even been there twenty minutes before being assigned your first case. You were heading out with Carisi to respond to the crime scene and you looked down to check your phone to make sure you had Benson’s cell. Within a split second, you had managed to run into someone and send their papers and briefcase flying.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry. Let me help you with that.” You said, kneeling down to collect everything that had fallen.
“It was my fault, I wasn’t paying attention.” The man grumbled softly.
The two of you looked up at one another, and you were captivated by the mesmerizing hazel eyes staring back at you.
The man across from you regained his composure quickly, almost expertly.
“Are you new here? I’ve never seen you here before.” The man across from you asked.
“Yes, today’s actually my first day. I’m Y/N.” You said, regaining composure. The man kneeled directly in front of you was incredibly handsome.
“Ah nice to meet you Y/N. I’m ADA Rafael Barba. I prosecute most, if not all, sex crimes that come through SVU.”
“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Rafael. I’m sorry the first time had to be me running into you, literally” you answered jokingly.
“No problem, seriously. Looks like we’ll be seeing each other around then?” Barba asked inquisitively.
You helped him pick up the rest of your papers and stood up to hand them to Barba.
“Yeah, I guess we will. I should probably get going. Sonny and I are supposed to be heading to a crime scene and he’s probably wondering where I’ve run off to. I’ll see you later, I guess?” You said, turning to leave.
“Yeah, I’m sure I’ll still be here when you get back. I’m reviewing testimonies with benson today, so I’m sure we’ll run into each other later.” Barba said to you.
You waved back and said goodbye and then ran to catch Sonny. Little did you know that the man you had just run into was checking you out from behind, taking you in from top to bottom.
He was mesmerized with you as you were with him.
(Fast forward to present)
You’re sitting at your desk, filling out paperwork to close a case, when all of a sudden Barba walks in. You two had grown to like and respect one another over the past six months of working together. Sure, you got on each other’s nerves, but you were friendly to one another. There was a running bet at work to how long it would take you two to succumb to each other, as you both were in love with the other, but neither of you knew it.
You heard footsteps walking towards you and looked up.
“I didn’t even hear you sneak in, Barba” you said, looking up at him. He had this grey suit on with suspenders that made his eyes pop. He fit it like a glove.
“Maybe you need to improve upon your detective skills then, Y/N”, Barba said, jokingly.
You let out a fake laugh.
“Ha funny, you could almost be a comedian. What brings you to the 16th precinct at this time, counselor?” You asked.
“I’m actually looking for benson. We’re supposed to prep before tomorrow. Do you know where she is?”
“She responded to a case and is meeting the Vic at the hospital. I’m not sure how long you’ll be. I stayed behind to finish some necessary paperwork. You’re more than welcome to stay and wait though. I could always use your good company.” You said, almost flirtatiously.
Barba’s member started twitching. The things she did to him. He had no idea how she felt towards him and did not want to jeopardize their great work chemistry.
“You want to know what? Sure. I’m not going to have this trip down here wasted.”
Barba pulled up a chair next to you and you two just shot the breeze as you filled out paperwork. You two talked about everything– work, college, family, friends, hobbies. You both discovered you liked to exercise.
“You kind of pegged me as someone who liked to exercise” Barba said.
“Yeah. I run mostly nowadays. 5ks and marathons mainly. I need to try something new though. What about you?”
Barba quickly checked out your physique. He could tell that you were a runner. You were in shape and your frame was thin but toned.
“I enjoy running too, but lately I’ve come back to boxing. I’ve been doing it since I was a kid”.
You raised your eyebrow slightly.
That’s hot, you thought to yourself.
“You box? That’s so cool! I’ve always wanted to learn how to.”
Barba looked at his watch.
“Well, I don’t think Benson’s going to be coming back anytime soon. She’s pretty solid at testifying. If you want, there’s a gym right around the corner from my apartment. I can show you a few moves?”
“That sounds amazing actually. I was going to head to the gym after this anyways, but wasn’t in the mood for running. I think I have spare change of clothes in my car. Let me just pack up, and we can head out.” You said, starting to pack everything and close everything out.
You followed Rafael to his apartment, duffle bag in tow, and took the elevator up to the 11th floor. You got out and followed him to his apartment. Rafael unlocked the door and let you in.
“Make yourself at home. The bathroom is the second door on the left. Do you want some water or anything?” Rafael asked.
“A bottle of water would be perfect.” You said, as you dug through your duffle bag, searching for your workout clothes.
You kept looking, but you realize that you haphazardly forgot to pack a shirt to workout in.
“Shit. Hey Barba, I forgot to pack a shirt, do you think I could borrow one?” You asked as you dug through your duffle bag to no avail.
“Of course, cariño. Go into my room on the right and go into the dresser, second drawer, and pull a t-shirt.” He said.
“You’re amazing, thank you.”
You ran into his room and took everything in before you. You had always wondered what Rafael Barba’s apartment always looked like and it was everything you expected. It was meticulously decorated and neat. Elegant but not overboard. Plus it had a terrific view of the city. You quickly went into his t-shirt drawer and ultimately decided on a Harvard Law shirt. You took it and yelled to Rafael that he could go get dressed as you headed to the bathroom.
You threw his shirt on along with your black Nike compression shorts and your running shoes. You tied your hair up in a high ponytail so it wouldn’t be in your way when you and Raf were at the gym. You walked out and headed to the kitchen to grab your phone. When you got to his kitchen counter, it wasn’t there, and you realized that you had brought it into rafael’s bedroom when you went to go grab a shirt.
Shit, you thought to yourself.
You walked over to his room and noticed that the door was opened, so you walked in to grab your phone.
“Hey Barba, I think I left my phone in your room, by accident–” you said as you walked into your room and that’s when you saw it.
A completely shirtless Rafael Barba. His tanned and toned physique staring right at you.
“Oh my god, Rafael, I’m so sorry the door was open.” as much as you should’ve, you couldn’t stop staring. And he stared right back at you, taking in your body in those tight compression shorts.
“I was wondering where that t-shirt went. It looks good on you.” Rafael said, just staring at you, practically gawking.
He took three steps towards you, only to close the space even further.
You tried to be as cocky as he was.
“Yeah I thought so too. Why, was this the shirt you wee looking for?” You said, practically in a whisper.
“Yeah but it looks better on you than me.” He said, his lips getting closer to yours.
You subconsciously filled in the remaining space and cautiously kissed him.
It felt like fireworks. Six long months of pent up resistance and frustration finally coming to surface. He intensified the kiss and your body responded. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body close to his.
Rafael lifted you up and wrapped your body around his, laying you on the bed directly behind him. He peeled the shirt off of you as you unbuttoned his pants.
He worshipped your body, leaving a trail of kisses down your body. He took an agonizing amount of time just taking in your body and worshipping it.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you.” He said, huskily.
You moaned softly.
“Me too, Raf.” You panted.
His member grew larger and yours wetter. He gently pulled your shorts off of you, and slowly slid a finger into you.
You moaned loudly.
“Fuck Rafael, I want you so bad.”
He inserted another finger and started slowly moving back and forth until you were on the edge of an orgasm, when all of a sudden, he pulled out.
You took those fingers and licked them clean, causing Rafael to grunt.
“God you’re so hot.” Rafael said, leaning into kiss you.
The kiss was hot and passionate.
“Do I need a condom?” He asked, motioning to his nightstand.
“No, I’m on the pill.”
“Are you sure?” Rafael asked, making sure this is what you wanted.
You leaned into kiss him gently.
“Absolutely sure.” You said smiling.
He slowly inserted himself into you, letting you adjust to the length and width of his member.
You both moaned loudly.
“God you’re so right, cariño” he said to you.
Once you had adjusted, he started to pick up the pace.
“Just like that, Rafael.” You said, on the brink of another orgasm.
He kept going until they both had climaxed.
He collapsed next to you on the bed. He cuddled up next you and you snuggled in next to him.

anonymous asked:

Ah ha! I knew you wanted a wedding dress with red in it, because I remember red is your favorite color. Didn't know you wanted red and black though, that would be awesome!! And would look fabulous on you! Anything looks fabulous on you I think Jenna :)

Red OR black. And thank you! 😊 I’d actually prefer a black dress, I just think black dresses in general are sleek and elegant, plus my ring is already red. But we’ll see.

gooseberrybabe  asked:

alright !! either "Come home with me." or "You don't need to protect me." with Hoperai x3

Lightning had lived in the kingdom of Eden for her entire life. Even so, she’d never given much thought to the royal family. Sometimes they’d catch her eye when she passed by a newsstand or caught a headline online, but it pretty much went one eye and out the other

At least, this was so…until the fateful day when she was told she was the heir to the throne.

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So tomorrow, April 7th is National Misfit Day. And for the last two years, I’ve joined along with it because it’s just a little bit of fun for a fun character. The first one is the Golden Age Misfit, which remains one of my favorite pictures I’ve done. It’s simple, streamlined and somewhat elegant. Plus it was kinda fun imagining what Misfit’s costume would have been like if she was a Golden Age character.

The second one, I was originally going to do a Silver Age version, but I had a separate idea instead. Sort of a fanficcy idea, about how when the Flashpoint occured, she was teleporting and she ended up bouncing from universe to universe. So one day, she can be teaming up with the Golden Age Superman, and the next day, she can be running from the Gotham by Gaslight Batman. Plus is was fun again to retweak her costume a bit.

So that was the last two years’ entries. I have the this year’s done… Not quite the Silver Age still, but well… You’ll have to wait until Monday for the Refrigerator of Secrets. :P