even if he is wearing brown and black

4 Jikook Soulmate AUs

1. Hair Woes

*Jimin loves dying his hair. Cotton candy pink, tangerine orange, platinum blonde, silver, you name it. He’s probably done it. He does so in hopes that he’ll see someone with the exact same shade as him to identify his soulmate.

*Jungkook is simple, he doesn’t plan on changing his black hair but his soulmate has different ideas. 

*He wakes up one day with a shock of baby pink hair and chokes on a scream. Brown was fine, blonde was fine, hell even orange or red was fine. But now he looks like a poofy cone of cotton candy and that totally clashes with the ocean blue t-shirt he was planning on wearing. 

*Jungkook grumbles while he tugs his black sweater sweater over his head, the only thing that looked okay in his eyes. His friends were never going to let him live down his image as the puffball he so vehemently denied being. 

*Jimin walks to his first class with a bounce in his step, feeling fresh with his new hair color. He spots a tuft of pastel pink hair in the distance and frowns because he thought he was the only one on campus to try that hair color first. 

*But then the boy catches sight of him and starts charging in his direction, finger pointed straight at him. Jimin points at his own chest, “Me?”

* “YOU! OF ALL COLORS!” And then it clicks, the fuming boy in front of him (he kind of looks like a puffed up bunny…) is his soulmate, which is why he had the same hair color. So his strategy did work after all. 

*Jimin envelops him in a hug immediately, catching Jungkook off-guard and effectively shutting him up. 

* “Nice to meet you soulmate! My name is Jimin! What’s your name?” The cheeriness drains the irritation out of Jungkook and replaces it with sudden shyness and a tiny squeak of “J-Jungkook.”

*Later, Jimin manages to convince Jungkook to let him keep the pink hair for a few weeks until he dyes it back to a soft hazel brown. He agrees on the condition that Jimin lets him borrow his sweaters since his clothes happen to match the crazy colors better than Jungkook’s collection of plain t-shirts. 

2. Complete the Heart

*Jungkook has half of a black and white chrysanthemum flower imprinted on his wrist, incomplete until he meets his soulmate. At least that’s what the expert who looked at his wrist said. 

*He meets Jimin through Taehyung and feels himself crushing hard immediately.  His face falls in disappointment when he sees that the half of a flower on Jimin’s wrist is a black and white dahlia, the flower he sees all the time on Hoseok hyung’s wrist. 

*But Jimin grabs his wrist once he sees it, eyes lighting up in excitement. “I finally met you! I’ve been looking for my soulmate for years!”

*Jungkook looks at him in confusion, because his soulmate is Hoseok hyung, not him no matter how much he wants it to be. 

*Then Jimin puts their wrists side-by-side and Jungkook’s eyes widen as they complete each other perfectly. “I thought…isn’t your flower a dahlia?”

*Jimin smiles at him, “No, a lot of people mistake it for dahlia flowers, but it’s actually a chrysanthemum. They look really similar don’t they?”

*Jungkook’s mouth quirks up in a smile because he got what he wanted for once in his life. 

3. Mental Link

*Voices start sounding in Jungkook’s head once he turns 18 which means his soulmate had turned 18 before him, his hyung. 

*At first he was annoyed, but he learned to tune it out when necessary. 

*Jimin was pleasantly surprised when he heard a soft, breathy voice in his head beside his. He decided he loved his soulmate’s voice the moment he heard it. 

*They’d met rather quickly, deciding on a cafe they both knew. Jungkook was very thankful he’d gotten lucky enough to meet his wonderful soulmate so early. 

*Their mental connection is rather handy. Jungkook has troubles in math so Jimin tells him what to do in his head during a test. That doesn’t count as cheating…right?

*When Jimin is bored in philosophy class (listening to Namjoon go on and on about the wonders of philosophy), he talks to Jungkook in his head. But that just means he randomly bursts out into laughter which makes everybody look at him weirdly. 

*Jimin gets worried when the voice in his head isn’t there. Turns out Jungkook is just spacing out and literally has no thoughts running through his head which explains the silence. He smacks the younger on the head when they see each other again. 

*Another time Jimin wants to hit his soulmate is when Jungkook reads hardcore smut and forgets that yes, Jimin can hear him reading out loud in his head. What’s worse is that Jimin needs to keep a straight face while he gives this presentation on the male anatomy. 

4. Red Strings

*Jimin has always been fascinated by the thing red string tied to his pinky, seeming to never end until he found his soulmate. 

*On the other hand, Jungkook gets annoyed. He has to tug at it in irritation when it gets caught on the car door or gets tangled up and knotted. But he doesn’t dare cut it loose, scared of breaking the bond.

*Jimin’s side of the string is smooth and intact while Jungkook’s side is frayed and little worn-down but still good. 

*Jimin decides to follow his string on a whim. Jungkook feels a tugging on his pinky and yanks at it, brushing it off. 

*The tugging gets more frequent until he yanks one more time and a small ‘oof’ is heard. He looks up and sees Jimin sprawled on the ground, Jungkook’s sudden yank on the string he was following pulling him down. 

* “Oh. My. God. I’m so sorry!” Jungkook helps him up immediately, not fully registering that he found his soulmate. 

*They spend the time getting to know each other (well Jungkook can’t even look Jimin in the eye yet), swapping phone numbers and promising to text.

*Jungkook plays with his string at night, tugging on it and wondering if Jimin can feel it on the other side. 

*Jimin often fiddles with the string when he’s nervous like he can feel Jungkook’s presence on the other side and relaxes. 

Canon Alec Lightwood things (book edition)

*Before meeting Magnus Bane he didn’t comb his hair and wore frumpy clothes and intentionally tried to make himself less attractive
*Believes himself to be generally inferior to Jace in pretty much all ways including or maybe especially attractiveness
*Was scouted by a modeling agent while on his first date with Magnus
*Even after meeting Magnus continued to wear clothes that were once black but have since become brown because they’re so worn
*Wore said once-black-now-brown sweater to a DRESS PARTY WHERE MAGNUS WAS DRESSED LIKE A VICTORIAN GENTLEMEN SDLJFS:
*Has twice come across abandoned children and his reaction was, “This is my son now.”
*Told Jace that he got a hickey by falling down. ON HIS NECK.
*Has read Magnus’ stash of comic books ‘cuz he’s a nerd
*Once left a rambling, heart-broken message on Magnus’ voicemail and then woke up Jace to ask him how to delete a message off of someone else’s voicemail
*After securing a second date with Magnus he was so happy he backed out of Magnus’ apartment so he could keep looking at him and he FELL DOWN THE STAIRS
*At the start of the series Alec had never killed a demon because his role was protecting Izzy and Jace

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Chamroeun Phan grew up in St. Paul, Minnesota, and, by all measures, isn’t a menacing guy. At 34, he’s slight of build, a brown-skinned Cambodian-American who wears a long black ponytail, rocks Milwaukee Brewers baseball caps, and has an affinity for flyfishing in the summer. 

The one big blemish on Phan’s record is the night in 2009, when he broke three windows at a bar that he often went to play poker with his then-fiancé and six older brothers and sisters. Even the bar’s owner said that he was a “great person” but had “a little too much to drink.” Still, Phan was charged with felony first-degree damage. He spent 40 days in jail, and then moved on.

But, seven years later on Aug. 28, 2016, Phan was detained by Immigration and Customs Enforcement officials. Read more. (3/19/2017 12:30 PM)

Mama’s little goat

by reddit user BORN-IN-2002

Author name: Lucas Pincer

I left home in a hurry to pick up my son from school. Traffic was flowing pretty well that day, nothing on my way but a few red lights. It was while I was waiting at a red light that I noticed the woman.

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My Dad was a black superhero…. TWICE. He left his mark on Hollywood and could’ve made millions more if he was willing to play a runaway slave, pretend to be the less intelligent token black friend, a thief, a thug, or even wear a dress and padding to become an old stereotypical black woman. However, he taught me images are powerful. What we put on tv..what we read…all of the images we show to the youth…are powerful beyond measure. He feels accomplished because he played a brown super hero and made little brown kids feel like someone finally represented them. Settling may make you more money but never settling means so much more. Black fucking excellence. Robert Townsend. #blackout

Sincerely,

A really proud daughter who didn’t understand the depth behind a black man in a cape until her twenties.

Prince!Taeyong

•y'all if Taeyong was ever a prince I would move to wherever kingdom he’s about to rule
•like no questions ask
•he would be such an amazing prince
•of course he’s next in line to rule his kingdom because
•idk because I said so
•like the moment he was born everyone knew he was gonna be a good King
•I could even bet there was an old sorcerer with a long white beard going
•'he’s the one’
•so like now for visuals
•he has his light brown hair because it just looks so nice and fluffy I just can’t
•he always wears a dress shirt either white or black
•sometimes navy but he didn’t want to kill too many fangirls so no more navy
•and he’s always wearing either black skinny jeans or dress pants
•basically looks really neat and put together
•he might look cold but he’s a very nice and caring prince though
•everyone knows it
•like one smile and boom, we’re saved
•he helps with the cleaning a lot since he doesn’t trust anyone else to do it
•he helps with the cooking a lot because he doesn’t trust chef!Winwin to make good food but loves Winwin too much to say that so he just ‘helps’
•he helps with the gardening a lot too because he wants his baby flowers to grow up tall and strong like his cousin Johnny
•likes to personally go to the town and actually do stuff since all the kids looks up to him
•he absolutely loves playing with the kids and reading to them
•their faces are just so cute and precious that he wants to just stuff them all in his pocket and take them home with him
•he already helps the king make a lot of decisions because he’s so responsible
•like everyone adores and cherish him especially the queen
•the queen babies him a lot and only wants the best for her son but his dad doesn’t baby him at all so I guess it evens out
•probably has like 3 royal puppies so he can relieve stress and fanboy on how cute Winwin looks while playing with them
•probably has like pet fishies because he can sort of relate to them
•probably has pet bunnies because they remind him of his frienemy Doyoung
•definitely has a fat cat that he likes to cuddle with
•you’re probably the person that’s in charge of all his pets and a bunch of other things
•you started working at the castle because you needed money and a place to stay because your parents went bankrupted or something
•not only are you in charge of his pets but you’re also in charge of making sure Winwin doesn’t burn down the kitchen and a bunch of other stuff
•you might have been young but everyone knew that you were basically the master at multitasking and making sure everything goes right
•like do you ever get a break?
•the answer is no
•once you stayed up for 36 hours straight to plan and do stuff for the queen’s birthday party
•you never really talked with any of the royals other than the queen tbh
•one day, you were cleaning the kitchen because Winwin made a mess and suddenly someone was next to you and spraying febreeze
•when you saw the Prince you have him a suspicious glance before going back to work because you have a list a mile long of things to do after this
•Taeyong is like surprised because the staff would have kicked him out by now but he’s grateful that you let him help
•so the two of you work in quiet because talking equals wasting energy
•at the end of the day Taeyong figures out that he likes you a lot because you actually give him space to breath and do what he wants
•not like as in I like you, marry me
•at least not yet anyways
•like as in I like you, you’re cool
•and so that was how you two became friends in a way and when you began your tradition of letting him clean so he doesn’t like die because everything is not perfect
•but he doesn’t get why whenever you talk to him that you call him 'your highness’
•like I thought we were close cleaning buddies
•???!!
•he starts liking you a lot when he first saw you laughing with Winwin on your 2 minute break of the day
•it was like the heavens gave you a golden glow and someone told him
•'she’s the one. Make her yours before one of the dogs accidentally mauls her’
•and so he set out on a mission to get to know you better
•now when you guys are cleaning, he always asks you questions about yourself and your like
•'um your highness, I’m suppose to be working’
•answers his question anyways
•if you don’t hen he’ll get his info from the castle’s to go to for info person
•you guessed it, it’s Donghyuck aka the prince’s little butler that spends more time getting information to the maid s then actually serving him
•eventually one faithful day….
•he found you out in the garden and you were like sleeping against the tree because you were too tired to do anything
•so he personally carried you back to your room in their servents place and made sure to tuck you in and everything
•before he leaves he confesses to you because he’s sure you’re sleeping
•when he goes in for the cliche kiss on the forehead, you wake up
•'I like you too your highness’
•cue blushy Taeyong
•'but don’t tell your mom, she’s gonna like banish me or something’
•cue pouty Taeyong
•and there’s the start of your relationship

Idk if I should make a dating Prince!Taeyong or something

Mama's little goat.

I left home in a hurry to pick up my son from school. Traffic was flowing pretty well that day, nothing on my way but a few red lights. It was while I was waiting at a red light that I noticed the woman.

I have no idea how long she had been standing there, staring at me, but once I noticed her I just could not look away. She was smiling like a maniac, and waving at me with one hand, while stroking a little boy’s hair with the other. The little boy, her son I assume, was wearing baggy brown clothes and a black goat mask. Now that was a very weird costume, plus, who wears a costume the day after Halloween?

He was also waving and staring at me through that unsettling mask but his waving felt uncomfortable and forced. The woman’s eyes, they could see right through me and I could almost physically feel her stare fixating on me. She wouldn’t even blink. I felt naked and extremely unnerved. Now the boy’s eyes, God, the boy’s eyes were pleading and begging for help. The woman started to grow impatient, waving harder each passing second.

I looked away. For some reason I was terrified. I had to get out of there. Once the green light was on, after what had felt like forever, I took off. Didn’t even dare to look back.

I thought nothing could be more terrifying than that extremely unsettling feeling I had felt under the stare of that woman and her son. But then I got to school, and they told me my son wasn’t there. They told me my wife had already picked him up. But I don’t have a wife. They handed me a note, saying she had asked them to give it to me. There are no words to describe what I felt when I read the note. “Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance to say goodbye.”

New England Gothic
  • There are leaves covering the ground in reds and oranges and yellows and browns, but there are still leaves on the trees. In fact, all the trees are still completely full of green leaves.
  • The sky is always incredibly clear. There are never any clouds even when it’s raining or snowing.
  • A man comes into your 24 hour Dunkin Donuts exactly 5 times during every shift and orders a small hot black coffee, even at night. He’s always wearing jeans, a tshirt, and sunglasses, even when it’s -12*. You’ve never seen his car park, he just seems to appear in front of the doors.
  • You can tell the time by when you hear the T go by, but when you look, there’s never any train.
  • You were told to never go into the graveyards at night. Not because it’s illegal to go in when the gates are closed, but because of what those gates are keeping in.
  • Every October, the leaf peepers come. It’s always the same people in the same cars. You don’t know any of their names even though they’re temporary residents of your town for one week every year. And then they’re gone.
  • You get up for school and hear that it’s a snow day. Immediately, you get bundled up and run outside to play in the snow. You slowly begin to notice that there’s something wrong with the snow. It’s not snow at all. It’s ash.
  • You woke up one day and the trees were covered in crows. You don’t know where they came from, but just when you were starting to get used to their eyes watching you everywhere you went, they disappeared.
  • There are woods behind your house. They’re not very deep or dense and you can perfectly see your backdoor neighbor’s house from yours. But sometimes people go walking in those woods and never come out.
  • Your neighbor’s tomatoes keep growing after the plants died in the first frost. You see him out there in the middle of the winter harvesting his bright red tomatoes from the dead plants. He comes over one day with a basket full of tomatoes. They’re bright red and beautiful, but they smell like rot. You accept the gift, but don’t dare to eat them. You’re not sure what they are, but they’re certainly not tomatoes.
  • It’s snowing, but it’s 80* and it’s July. “We live in New England. Wait a few minutes and the weather will change,” they say. A few minutes later the snow is gone and it’s sunny again.
  • People keep talking about the moose hanging around town, but no one you know has ever seen one.
  • Your family has lived in the same house since the house was built in 1702. Your family has died in the same house since the house was built in 1702. You’ve met all of your ancestors.
  • You can’t leave New England. It’s not that you don’t want to or haven’t tried, it’s just that every time you try to cross state lines out of New England, you always end up back at your house with no recollection of returning there.

Hi my name is Kylo Ren and I have long ebony black hair and dark brown eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Darth Vader  (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m NOT related to Han Solo (I’M NOT) even though he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black mask with matching silver detailing around it and a black robe with a black cloak. I also had my red lightsaber that goes in three directions instead of one because it’s special. I was walking outside Starkiller Base. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of stormtroopers stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

Admirer!Hoshi/Soonyoung


- he’s the type to be really loud and do stupid things in front of the one he likes oh god

- he gets x9234593 more annoying than he usually is when he is with his two bestfriends seokmin and seungkwan

- he’d be the type to always trip or accidentally do something wrong to the one he likes aka you

- or say something reALLY WRONG WITH A REALLY WRONG MEANING

- but even after all his failed attempts to confessing to you, he’d always have a smile on his face and his eyes never leave you

- awwww

- story tIME

- so you’re a “tough”-looking girl and you’re always quiet but you’re really pretty wow

- you’d always have a blank face on pretty much and like you always wear black, white, creme, or brown

- and one day you wore a leather jacket

- and thats where everyone marked you as the “bad-ass”

- but some guys and girls find you so cool like

- some girls would be like omg y/n oppa

- like hani oppa lol ol o lo l l hani  i  love her

- and you’re hella smart

- like the teacher would see you on your phone so she decided to pick you because we all know teachers are evil like that

- so then you just glance up and yOU ALWAYS SAY THE CORRECT ANSWER AND EVERYONES LIKE !!!????!!! HOW?!?!?!?

- cue hoshi, who’s sitting near you, sigh dreamily and stare at you with dreamy eyes

- tbh you find hoshi creepy and hella annoying lmAO

- he lives near you and whenever you step out of the house

- you dONT MISS THE FIGURE BEHIND THE FRICKEN TREE IN FRONT OF YOUR HOUSE AND HIS HEAD POPS UP BEFORE HIS WHOLE BODY APPEARS

- HE’S LIKE “HEY Y/N!!! LET’S WALK TO SCHOOL TOGETH-”

- and you always brush past him lOL

- but he would still smile and follow you like a baby kitten that needs love aww

- he’d admire how cool and smart you are

- and he falls for you even though you brush him off multiple times

- he has many reasons to like you but when he tells seokmin and seungkwan,

- they’re like ????? so?????? she hate s you ? ? ? ??

- hoshis like, “pshhhh she doesn’T HATE ME!!! YOU GUYS ARE SO MEAN!!”

- hoshi is head over heels for you goddamn

- one day, during phys ed class, two teams were picked to play volleyball against each other

- and not being in any, hoshi was sitting with his team and was just watching

- but then he perked up when he saw you in one of the teams and he gets a bit worried because you look so fragile to him??? with your gym wear and how it made you look so thin and how your hair was tied up so messily

- but then when the game started with the other team serving,

- yOU FRICKEN MOVE FASTER THAN SONIC THE HEDGEHOG GOTTA GO FAST

- AND LIKE YOU SLAM THE BALL AND YOU GOT A POINT FOR YOUR TEAM

- AND EVERYONE IS JUST FROZEN AND QUIET BECAUSE YOU CAN LITERALLY HEAR THE BALL SLAM

- LIKE SLAM

- AND YOU JUST LOOK AT THE OTHER TEAM WITH A CALM FACE

- “our turn to serve.”

- THEN THE OTHER TEAM IS LOOKING AT YOU LIKE WHY CANT YOU BE IN OUR TEAM AND INSTEAD OF BEING SCARED LIKE OTHER FANFICS WHERE PEOPLE HATE AND BULLY YOU FOR BEING THAT “QUIET GIRL”—

- THEY ARE LITERALLY STARING AT YOU IN AWE AND HOSHIS SITTING THERE LIEK

- “thats my future girlfriend gUYS”

- and his eyes are shining like awww

- EVERYONE SITTING OUT ARE LITERALLY CHEERING ON FOR YOU AND LIKE THEY ALL LOVE YOU CAUSE reader you’re amazing ily

- so after the game and your phys ed teacher praising the hell outta you,

- you just brush everything off and drink your water

- everyone is passing you like omg you were so good

- and you just nod and continue drinking water

- cue more girls staring at you in awe

- and boys

- and hosHI

- hoshi jogs up to you and he’s likeomG!!! YOU’RE SO GOOD!! YOU DID WELL!!!

- you just nod at him as well and wipe off any sweat with a towel

- and hoshi just suddenly takes the towel and helps you

- and you’re looking at him like ?!!?! what are you doing?!?!?

- you sigh and grab the towel from him and mutter, “i can do it myself.”

- instead of being butthurt, hoshi’s just watching your figure walking away with a dreamy expression lMAO HE’S THE TYPE OF PERSON TO DO THAT

- HE ALMOST NEVER GIVES UP AND TRIES TO LOOK AT EVERYTHING POSITIVELY LMAO

- okay so time to move to a different day

- one day you were in class with hoshi

- and the teacher supplying for your sick one was hella strict and bossy

- and telling you not to use your phone or else it’s confiscated

- ofc most people listen because theyre all scared and dont want their lives taken away from them

- but being you, you bruSH IT OFF AGAIN and was hiding the phone, scrolling and picking music

- and then

- SUDDENLY HOSHI WAS LOOKING AT YOUR PHONE AND HE LITERALLY SHOUTS

- “OMG!! YOU LISTEN TO THAT SONG TOO??? OMG IT’S LIKE THE BEST SONG EVER–”

- and you just close your eyes and hiss silently because you heard the teacher’s heels click closer to you

- and the whole class goes silent

- you slowly look up and find the teacher’s hand out

- you sigh and give her the phone

- and you look at hoshi who’s pink and was like oops

- and you both were given detention

- and you’re looking at hoshi with an annoyed expression

- cue hoshi’s cute sheepish smile

- so thats how you ended up sitting in the same room with just kwon soonyoung

- and was told to clean up the room

- and the teacher just left and you wanted to ditch

- but being with hoshi

- hes like no!!!!! you cant!!!! you’ll get in real trouble!!!

- you look at him with the most annoyed eXPRESSION LMAO

- but then he scurries and hurries up to clean bc you guys only get an hour

- and you just sigh but a small smile appears on your face bc hoshis always getting you in trouble yet he tries and fixes it

- in the cutest ways lmao

- and the most embarrassing ways

- so you also clean up

- but then you hear a loud THUMP

- so you flinch and slowly look over and found hoshi on the floor lmAO WTH

- and you hurriedly run over and look at him who’s making this pained expression

- and you’re kinda shocked cause he’s always either smiling

- actually he only smiles when he’s with you lmao

- and you help him up and ask if he’s okay

- and he’s blushing so hard and he starts sniffing lmAO OMG DONT CRY BABY

- and you’re sighing helplessly and helping him so you can check on his head

- you grab medicine from your bag because you usually hurt yourself when you play sports

- and hoshi’s like scared cAUSE HES LIKE I MADE IT THIS FAR WHAT AM I GONNA DO

- and you’re just massaging the medicine to his head so the bruising and swelling doesn’t go too bad ((im not a doctor so idk how to explain this ok)

- and hoshi’s just there, quiet and blushing really hard

- “i’m sorry, Y/N”

- and you blink and look at him who’s staring at you with a small frown and he looks so dejected

- “i’m sorry for all the trouble…”

- and you just look at him before a small smile appears on your face

- so then you wipe your hands clean and just stand in front of him

- and he looks so sAD AWWW

- and you just place your hand on top of his head

- and he looks at you with wide eyes like !!??

- and you just smile at him and softly pat his head

- and he’s looking at you with the most flustered expression

- “it’s okay, kwon soonyoung.”

- he almost starts crying again because omg my life is complete

- lmAO BYE


ADMIRER!AU SERIES

1.) Admirer!Mingyu

2.) Admirer!Seungcheol

3.) Admirer!Wonwoo

4.) Admirer!Joshua

5.) Admirer!Jeonghan

6.) Admirer!Minghao

7.) Admirer!Vernon

8.) Admirer!Hoshi

9.) Admirer!Woozi

10.) Admirer!Jun

11.) Admirer!Seungkwan

12.) Admirer!Chan

13.) Admirer!DK

Hamilton Headcanon: Outfit  #1 (sons of liberty)
  •  au: modern
  • A/N: this is the first head-canon I have ever written so please excuse my bad writing.

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Alexander Hamilton:

  • The Hipster
  • He always has his hair in a man bun. The only exception is when he is asleep, then he will wear it loose.
  • He wears white T-shirts and owns about 20 of the same shirts.
  • Over the shirt he wears flannel (to get that hipster/lumberjack look)
  • ROLLED UP SLEEVES
  • He wears black, ripped, jeans even when it is scorching hot outside.
  • Do you know those brown casual sneakers? Those are the shoes he wears.
  • He has this one necklace he refuses to ever take off. It is a golden pendant on a black lace/string. The pendant is a bald eagle carrying a dagger; he had gotten it once from Eliza because the eagle reminds her of Alex’s bravery.
  • He wears glasses even though he doesn’t need them (he has contacts).

John Laurens:

  • The Nerd
  • He wears mostly sweaters.
  • His sweaters match the seasons.
  • For spring: bright eye bleeding colours (bright pink, orange, yellow etc.)
  • For summer: pastel colours (mostly green but he wouldn’t say no to lilac).
  • or autumn: nice warm colours resembling the leaves which have fallen from the trees (hazel, terracotta, mahogany, maroon)
  • For winter: generally dark and cold colours (cool grey, black, navy blue)
  • He also has some sweaters with the logos of his favourite shows and books.
  • His favourite sweater is the maroon one because it reminds him of the day that he met Alexander.
  • He wears plain jeans.
  • Has like one pair of red sneakers.

Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de la Fayette:

  • The stylish one
  • Wants to stay in touch with his French roots, so he wears a beret.
  • He wears striped long sleeved shirts.
  • He loves to wear scarfs.
  • Like damn, the boy is obsessed with them.
  • He probably spends more money on scarfs than that he spends on food.
  • He asks Mulligan to make him the perfect pair of pants.
  • Mulligan eventually (after Laf’s many demands) tailors him a pair of neatly fitting black pants.
  • He wears loafers.
  • Since he loves America so much, he usually has a pin of the American flag pinned on his chest.
  • t isn’t the American flag pin, he wears a ring with the American flag as stone.
  • IS THAT MAKE UP?! 

Hercules Mulligan:

  • The nice guy
  • He likes to make his own clothing, but if he doesn’t have enough time he buys clothes from the store (which he is slightly embarrassed about, because he is expected to).
  • He wears white T-shirts.
  • He sometimes “borrows” them from Alexander.
  • Over the shirt he wears a no-sleeve dark grey vest.
  • He doesn’t really have a specific kind of pants. He just grabs the first matching one from the pile (y’all know what I mean right??).
  • He wears those shoes without laces you can just step in with a checkered pattern.
  • He ALWAYS wears a fedora that matches his vest.
  • His friends can’t remember the last time they have seen him without it.
  • He even wears it to fancy parties.
  • He wears watches because he is a punctual boy.

Earlier today I saw a Facebook post discussing this. Then followed by some people defending this person’s cosplay. I just about had it with seeing this image cause you know what it’s offensive. I had to make this image I got so upset.

This was my response to the post..

So let’s break some stuff down on this. A. Where did anyone gather that Garnet was black?

If she is so accurately portraying a character she loves why did she paint her skin that color? Why is she wearing a wig with that texture? Garnets skin is a reddish color, in different scenes and lighting it looks different but even for accuracy it’s not that brown she/he (the cosplayer) so intelligently painted herself as. Her hair, she could have made of foam or some other material but no she assumes garnet who is a space alien made of two smaller ones is black so what did she do? She painted herself the way she thinks a black person looks not how the actual character looks.

B. How is it possible that everyone who isn’t a person of color be more of an expert in this than an actual person of color. That’s incredibly disrespectful..like I know that people say oh you people are being too sensitive. But this is something I can’t sit here and listen to or defend her costume choice. Cause you know what had she just dressed as Garnet sans painting her skin there honestly is no real argument to be made. Girls of color dress up as their favorite characters who don’t match their skin tone all the time without painting themselves more white/Asian etc.
The thing is that this isn’t a short conversation it’s very nuanced and painful to have because people will just shut it down by saying on you’re being so sensitive.

Garnet is a space alien. There is something called coding which is when you place characteristics into a character that can be interpreted and perceived a certain way even if that character isn’t. So Garnet may have characteristics that you may interpret as black or ethnic but that doesn’t actually make her that, she’s a friggin space alien with humanoid characteristics..she may be codified as black(by stereotype)(curvy/big hair shape/full lips/voiced by a black woman) but her skin is reddish her hair is a boxy shape, the characters she is fused from has full lips(their skin is blue) she’s not black, people are making her black and giving her visual stereotypes of blackness…Amethyst is also coded as black/Latino but people don’t paint themselves brown to be her…so why is it ok with Garnet?

Sorry this is so long but I’m trying to make people understand that racism isn’t always this evil thing that people do. Sometimes it’s a thing of ignorance that can be remedied with discussion If people listen.

Oh and now I guess you have now discovered I’m a huge fan of Steven Universe…haha guess I should talk more about the stuff I love.

#151: He Realizes His Feelings For You

Luke:

Your heels clicked loudly along with yours and Luke’s giggles filling the whole street, the two of you fooling around with your arms hooked around each other. Your makeup was on point, he was wearing a nice new black dress shirt, you even wore heels for this event! But for nothing. “I can’t fucking believe that both our blind dates cancelled on us.” You giggled and held onto the brown plastic bag tightly in your arm, the whole bag filled to the top with candy from the small candy store down the street. Luke nodded his head agreeing and ran a hand through his well quiffed hair – for once in weeks he had decided to actually do something decent about his hair. “It’s because we don’t do dates. It’s because the world has decided that we don’t have any soulmates and will end on a farm with 20 cats and Michael sleeping on the couch in the garage.” Luke clapped his hands together in amusement by your words, totally imagining the image you created. It was because of Michael and Calum the two of you when on blind dates, something that was supposed to be a double date to save you from being with some creep and saving Luke from the awkwardness of being alone with a stranger. But the second the both of you arrived after using a huge amount of time making yourself ready, you sat by the table alone. You gave it at least 15 minutes until you guys had drank your free served water and ate the garlic bread from the basket. You looked at each other awkwardly but ended up in fists of giggles and it only continued from that, all the way to the candy store to buy at least 1 kilogram candy for a movie night instead. Luke was the one deciding to drink one red bull, and with you taking sips from it the two of you were buzzed on energy, hype on sugar and on your way home to his apartment. “What did you imagine your blind date look like?” You asked casually and looked up at the dark sky, the stars beautifully creating small patterns that you couldn’t point out what was what besides the little dipper. “I don’t know. About your height, same length as you and the memorizing eye color of yours.” He looked down at you with a teasing smile playing on his lips. You rolled your eyes in response and smacked the bag of candy against his arm harshly. “No you didn’t imagine that.” You argued in a mumble and looked up at him with a smile. Luke had always been the flirting person, always making you crack up laughing by his lame offensive way of trying to hit on you. When you came to his apartment you walked up the few stairs to his porch and he searched around for his keys. “Imagine if we hadn’t been bailed on and we would eventually split up, I would go to his house and you would go to your own. How would you finish this date?” Luke smirked down at you by your question and waited with opening the door. “I wouldn’t invite her in because I’m not that sort of guy. But I would walk closer to her, place my hand on her cheek and look deeply into his eyes. “ He did as he explained, moved forward until you guys were centimeters away from each other. “And then I would gently kiss her on the cheek, telling her that I was having a really great time and we should meet up again.” He smiled gently by the reaction you got from his words, “And then the second I would walk into my apartment I would smile all over my face and hurry to text her the second I would close my door.” You grinned up at him by his words and winked your eyes rather impressed by his imagination. “I don’t think any girl could reject that.” You giggled and fished his keys out of his hands, opening the door and wanting to get out of these killer heels. “You coming?” You asked confused and looked over your shoulder to see him standing frozen in his spot. He nodded his head but didn’t move, only made a shyly smile appear on his lips while he looked at you. This wasn’t anything he had planned doing with anyone before. It was spontaneously coming out of his mouth as he stood in front of you, and his stomach erupted with butterflies, something he hadn’t experienced before. He looked down at his feet and up at you again, and he couldn’t prevent the huge smile appearing on his lips by the sight of you. He was both happy but also scared of the fact that he had fallen in love with his best friend.

Calum:

Calum pulled the hoodie of his black sweatshirt over his hair, taking a last look in the mirror before he rushed to the front door and opened it the second his hand touched the handle. Even in the darkest nights of the burning Sydney lights from the views behind, it couldn’t compare to the bright smile you served the second your eyes locked with his. “Are the other boys sleeping?” You whispered and looked behind him to see all lights being off, and in reply he lifted his finger in front of his lips and silenced you. You nodded your head understanding and grinned, your eyes showing clear overtiredness but you were buzzing on energy. Recently the last couple of days you and Calum had started this new trend. With him having to suffer with jetlag all the time and you suffering with insomnia it was difficult for the both of you to sleep at night. You remembered clearly the first night you called him, the clock striking three am and he was online on twitter. You didn’t hesitate to ask him out for a comfy night walk and since that day the two of you would do it, occasionally when you were so tired of staring up at your dark black ceiling. “Are you wearing our old merch?” Calum asked almost confused as he took in your attire, the small hint of an old tally printed on your chest and you looked down at it almost like you had forgotten. “Yeah it’s an old one I found.” You giggled quietly and watched as he walked out and remembered to lock the door. “It’s from one of your old Koko shows in London. I was cleaning out my closet today out of boredom and found it deep inside.” You placed your hands in your pockets and backed towards the stairs, grinning when Calum widened his eyes by the memory. “I barely remember that. So many years ago.” He mumbled the last part and placed his keys in his own hoodie before following you down the porch and into the darkness. There wasn’t any direction to where you guys were going. It was all about enjoying each other’s company while talking nonsense. You guys could talk about everything and anything without a limit. You never knew where you guys would end because of the intense talkings. They could be serious, but also something so fucked up the two of you would crack up laughing by your ridiculousness. You hadn’t even noticed when you guys came to the beach, the waves crashing ashore by the strong wind by the ocean. At least the wind wasn’t cold but you still wore your hoodies over your heads to prevent your ears from getting cold from the nightly weather. The moon was reflecting in the water and the second you took off your shoes a sigh of bliss escaped your lips. “We don’t visit the beach enough.” You commented when you came down to the water and took in the horizon and silence. It was lovely. “Yeah I totally agree. It’s hard finding time with my schedule though.” Calum mumbled from beside you and checked his phone to see the time striking past 3am. “At least you always somehow find time for me in the early mornings of weekly days.” You looked up at him with a smirk and he cracked a smile by your words and nodded his head agreeing. “A bit depressing though, right?” He grinned and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “I can only find time to hang out with my best friend when I don’t have anything important to do with lack of sleep.” “I like it.” You replied back and stopped to look out at the ocean, enjoying the sounds of the waves. He carefully removed his arm from your shoulder to look as well but as he did, he accidently glided it down to your hand, and a small boots ran through his veins and his stomach filled with butterflies. He quickly removed his hand and looked at you with wide eyes, but you didn’t seem to mind, you barely looked like someone who noticed. He hurried to place his hand in his pocket and he felt an odd feeling going through his veins. He hadn’t been feeling like this before but the touch of your hand was enough for him to sudden realize the satiation he was in. You looked up at him with a smile after some silence and he weakly smiled back before biting his lip and took your whole form in. No, that couldn’t be it. He had always feared this thing would happen but that wasn’t just a simple touch to him. Did he finally realize that he did have feelings for you and now had to deal with this whole other perspective every time he was looking at you.

Michael:

It was a girly scream that made Michael’s eyes open wide, the blackness of the room overwhelming him and he sat up confused. A blanket was draped over his body and he took a second to realize what was going on, where he was and how the hell the day had turned from daytime to night. His mouth formed the letter ‘o’ when he realized the fact that he had been taking a nap earlier, feeling ill and wanted to block it out by sleeping. You must have been the one to wrap him in a blanket while sleeping and on purpose decided not to wake up him up to make sure he would get enough sleep to feel better. And it worked, Michael was feeling amazingly fine now, just a bit off from the nap, his voice a bit raspy and he took a look at the time on his phone. It was past midnight now, and he expected everyone to be asleep now but his mind changed when the he heard the cause of his sudden awaken. Another high pitched came from behind the door, and he removed himself from the bed and walked out of the hallway confused. The faint sound of a bass drum was clear from the living room along with giggles and whines, and he furrowed his eyebrows confused and headed towards the noises. When he walked into the living room he was met by the large TV being replaced with a huge wide screen and a projector, meanwhile you sat with the boys at the couches. It took Michael a second to recognize the game on the screen, and his eyes widened as he saw you sit with the mouse, almost crying out in your pillow and not even looking at the screen while Luke was controlling the keyboard. “No, no, no no no, why the hell are you guys forcing her to play this?!” Michael screeched and hurried towards the couch to take a seat, moving you away from the mouse and pressed you into his chest. “Last time I played this with her she was having nightmares for a whole week!” The boys laughed in reaction to Michael’s sudden exclaim arrival, and Calum grabbed the mouse from the coffee table to control the vision on the screen. “She said she wanted too!” Ashton laughed from the couch and clapped his hands together in amusement. “No I didn’t you guys said we were gonna play a fun game!” You mumbled from Michael’s chest, occasionally looking at the screen but regretting by the fear of getting jump scared. You had no idea how they had convinced you, you had been totally naïve until slender was plastered on the screen and there was no backing down. So far you had been playing for five minutes and the at least ten jump scares had made you jump up from the chair, the boys laughing their asses off in amusement. They knew you hated this but took it for granted. “How many pages do you have?” Michael asked interested and furrowed his eyebrows while looking at the screen. “Only two, we could have collected much more if Y/N wasn’t such a chicken and didn’t want to go through the tunnel.” Luke responded and bit his lip while concentrating on the screen. You scoffed into Michael’s chest by Luke’s words, even though he was totally right about his sayings. Hell no you didn’t dare to go into that tunnel, you didn’t want to go anywhere in that game. You moved your face away to look at the screen but regretted it the second Calum moved the mouse around, slender man literally standing meters away from the narrator. A jolt ran through your body by the dramatic jump scare and music, and you wrapped your arms tighter around Michael and buried your face into his chest. “How can you not be scared of this?” You murmured and looked up at him shortly, watching as he remained his focus on the TV screen, his jaw hanging. “I Am Y/N. So scared.” He whispered back and leaned his face against yours. But not scared of the slender game in front of the two of you. He was scared, scared of the fact that having you this close to him made him feel so amazingly happy. Scared that you were so attached to him, but not in the way he saw you. It was like a small moment of reality hit him, by the fact that he wanted this to be more. He wanted to be your boyfriend, holding you close when you were scared and promise to do everything in his power to always keep you safe. But it wasn’t until this exact moment that all these scenarios flashed before his eyes while he held onto you for dear life, waiting for the game to be over.

Ashton:

”Okay Y/N, where are they?” Ashton asked into his microphone, his eyes scanning the area. He grabbed the microphone from its stand and stood up from his drum kit, took a look around the arena and furrowed his eyebrows. This was gonna be a hard task for him. ”I know that you’re hiding somewhere in here Y/N, and I’ve already outsmarted you. I can see the top of your hair from the chair over there.” Even though Ashton had no certain idea of where the hell you were at the arena, he wanted to trick you, see if you jumped onto his words and would peek your head up from one of the chairs – but you didn’t. A silent chuckle came from your lips and you leaned your body further against one of the many many chairs that were in the arena, a teasing smirk playing on your lips. You were holding his drum sticks close to your chest, your heart pounding in nervousness of being caught. You wanted to tease Ash, and the first thought was to steal his drums. Earlier you had begged him to entertain you, do something funny while waiting for him to do soundcheck. But now, after at least thirty rejections from him there was only one solution to make, and that was to steal the most important thing he would have to use during soundcheck. Ashton jumped down from the stage and started to walk against the steps, looked up towards the balconies and terraces with furrowed eyebrows. This was gonna be a hard to investigate. “At least make a sound or something?” He giggled and silenced himself to observe every sign of noise in the arena. If you wanted to play hide and seek in an empty arena, he was up for it. You pressed tour hands together around your mouth and did your best to make the most silent noise of an owl as possible, your voice echoing in the arena and you sneaked your eyes over the chair to watch his reaction. His back was facing you, but by the sudden sound he turned around 180 degrees with a smirk playing on his face. Your eyes widened of the realization of Ashton noticing you, and you rushed up from hiding in behind seats and ran down past the rows. Ashton sprinted towards tour direction, jumped between seats and your giggles filling up in the while arena. You wouldn’t dare to look back, knowing that if you did it would slow you down and Ashton would catch you easily. ”This is what you get for ignoring me all day.” You yelled between giggles, trying to catch your breath and not slow down on the running. But you needed to just get a glimpse of how close he was, and it was enough for you to let out a squeal as Ashton reached his arms forward and stopped you from running. He was laughing just as heavily as you, spun you around in the air and you both calmed down your heavy breaths. “That hide and seek didn’t last for that long, huh?” He grinned and let go of you when you elbowed him lightly in the stomach and took a few steps away from him. You hid the drumsticks behind your back and giggled even louder when Ashton reached his hand forward, moved his fingers inviting for you to give back the sticks but you shook your head. “Come on, Y/N. I promise we will spend time after the soundcheck. You’ll decide what we do.” Hea promised and you bit your lip and your eyes finally giving in. After placing the drumsticks in his hand you swung your hair over your shoulder and sprinted down between the rows. Ashton cracked a smile by your immature but yet amusing personality, watching as you disappeared into the backstage area. Butterflies erupted in his stomach when he took a look down at the drumsticks. His eyebrows furrowed and he bit his lip and looked back at the dressing rooms. This was something he had been feeling for a while, smiling much more when he was near you and being happy. But it wasn’t until now that he realized that there was much more to it than he expected and he was somehow scared of what was going to happen. Having you with him on tour seemed to increase what he never predicted to feel in his life, and even if he tried to avoid it, he now realized what he was feeling from you just by your small teasing act. Seeing you were like coming home to a place he didn’t realize he had been missing.

Creepypasta #906: Mama’s Little Goat

Image credits

Length: Short

I left home in a hurry to pick up my son from school. Traffic was flowing pretty well that day, nothing on my way but a few red lights. It was while I was waiting at a red light that I noticed the woman.

I have no idea how long she had been standing there, staring at me, but once I noticed her I just could not look away. She was smiling like a maniac, and waving at me with one hand, while stroking a little boy’s hair with the other. The little boy, her son I assume, was wearing baggy brown clothes and a black goat mask. Now that was a very weird costume, plus, who wears a costume the day after Halloween?

He was also waving and staring at me through that unsettling mask but his waving felt uncomfortable and forced. The woman’s eyes, they could see right through me and I could almost physically feel her stare fixating on me. She wouldn’t even blink. I felt naked and extremely unnerved. Now the boy’s eyes, God, the boy’s eyes were pleading and begging for help. The woman started to grow impatient, waving harder each passing second.

I looked away. For some reason I was terrified. I had to get out of there. Once the green light was on, after what had felt like forever, I took off. Didn’t even dare to look back.

I thought nothing could be more terrifying than that extremely unsettling feeling I had felt under the stare of that woman and her son. But then I got to school, and they told me my son wasn’t there. They told me my wife had already picked him up. But I don’t have a wife. 

They handed me a note, saying she had asked them to give it to me. There are no words to describe what I felt when I read the note. “Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance to say goodbye.”

Credits to: BORN-IN-2002

Momma's Warnings

1. Don’t play that music too loud in the car

I’m a 20 year old African American

2. Don’t wear your hat backwards, or to the side, or anyway except straightforward

Raised by two black retired police officers

3. Don’t sag your pants, don’t wear anything red or blue.

Instead of the birds and the bees, they had to give me like so many black parents have to tell their children rules

4. Don’t wear your hood in public places, or even walking down the street

Guidelines to avoid being the next Mike Brown, the next Eric Gardner

5. Be respectful cordial Call every officer sir or ma'am

Steps to not become the next Trayvon Martin, the next Walter Scott

6. Tell them that you’re getting your wallet out of your pocket BEFORE you reach for your pocket to get your wallet

My father was a highly decorated police sergeant. He served over 25 years for the SJPD. He earned a medal of valor for saving a woman from a flaming car crash while off duty.

7. Follow their every instruction. If they tell you to get out the car do so. If they tell you to come with them do so.

My mother was a corrections officer. Everyday she saw black men, too many black men, shipped to jail. She didn’t want me to become one of them or worse.

8. Don’t resist. Don’t show your anger for knowing you have been solely stopped because of the color of your skin

They assured me that there are many officers that do things the right way. But made sure that I was prepared for the officer that didn’t. The one who would do all he could to make me give him a reason to pull the trigger

9. Don’t give them a reason.

A reason to make me a ghost. A reason to make sure I don’t get home that night. A reason to make their ancestors happy. A reason to make me another nigga dead in the street. A reason to make another black family…never whole again

You be careful Khaneal! Come home okay? Love you

Love you too mom.

-Khaneal

Imagine teddy lupin going to every person who even remotely knew his parents and bombarding them with questions to know more about them. And everyone he asks tells him one thing in particular,that his mother wore her hair a bubblegum pink. And now every picture he formed of his mother has bubblegum pink hair instead of the bland black or brown he imagined for her. And he chides himself for being so foolish because obviously, his mother, was a metamorphmagus and obviously she’d wear her hair bubblegum pink because she was nymohadora tonks so why not? And laughs at himself. And on nights he can’t sleep he sees his parents waving at him and now his mother has her characteristic bright bubblegum pink hair.And he can’t help but think how right she looks now.And he holds on to this one piece of his mother by wearing his hair bubblegum pink. He doesn’t care for the snide remarks or the laughter that follows him everywhere. He stares at the mirror for eternity trying to imagine what his mother would look like in her bubblegum pink hair. And just like his mother he doesn’t like monotony so he keeps changing the colour but always comes back to bubblegum pink. And its so deep set within him that whenever he experiences a really strong emotion like exhilaration or shock or rage his hair as a natural response turns bubblegum pink. And now everyone has learned to identify when teddy is going to brew up a storm or sob himself to sleep or run around screaming with joy, all by the bubblegum pink.

aliyamirat  asked:

For the SWTOR ask meme: 12 and 27, any OC(s).

12. Be honest, how many outfit tabs do they have?

Amitia and Olympia’s answers can be found here

Ayrs begins the class story with his armor, two sets of clothes for off-duty wear and a single civilian outfit. There’s no time for worrying about one’s wardrobe when you’re mainly worried about finding a good way to die in order to atone for not being there for your family when it mattered, right? As he starts getting to a better place, he uses his pay (and the money his maternal family on Kuat sneaks him occasionally) to supplement his off duty gear, even buying a set of the Coruscanti Social Gear to wear on dates with Elara (on the rare occasion he can’t talk her into getting a good nerf steak and/or burger instead).

Veresia has several sets of robes. Some are black, some are dark brown and some are light brown. Some of them have blood stains, some have mud on them and some have both. There are a lot of scorch marks from explosions and Force powers. She also keeps a tattered Jedi robe with her, picked up after a trip she took on her own. None of her crew can understand why.

Mina is a bit of an obsessive outfit collector, especially for a Chiss. Fortunately for her, life as an agent (especially a double agent!) provides a good excuse for more purchases, ranging from the mundane (various civilian outfits from both sides of the border) to the pointless (different dress uniforms she’ll never wear) to the embarrassing (an Imperial-themed version of the Covert Energy Armor set she purchased hoping Ensign Temple would like it).

Malicineve likes dark armor with spikes.

27. Do they have any regrets?

Ayrs’ answer can be found here

Veresia regrets not being able to save everyone she’s met and liked (or even just tolerated, in some cases) along the way - she was close to her fellow initiate Kory, who Harkuun murdered, and there have been plenty of decent people on both sides that she either watched die or decided not to save….because she had to, of course. Obviously, she also regrets and hates what her life has become - from life as a young girl dreaming of being a Jedi to a hate-driven woman who can never quite cross off enough names from her list of people she wants to avenge to keep up with the names being added.

Mina (mostly) regrets agreeing to be a part of the officer exchange program with the Empire - she was a bit young and naive and assumed she would be assigned to work a little less unpleasant than being an undercover intelligence officer (like being an analyst). Deep down she regrets falling for Ensign Temple because even she would admit it’s unlikely an Imperial loyalist would even tolerate her (a double agent) living.

Amurri regrets not taking a shot at Mandalore when she’s on his ship following the Great Hunt. Maybe it’d have been stupid, probably would have gotten her killed, but so what? That said, she’d grudgingly admit doing so would have gotten Mako killed or otherwise hurt and that wouldn’t have been okay. She also regrets allowing the invisible hand of fate to force Skadge into her crew (temporarily).

Amitia regrets not being more vocal about her disagreements with the Council, particularly regarding the mission under Tol Braga. They might not have listened, but at least she would have gotten her opinion more openly out there. She also regrets introducing Olympia to chocolate creme eggs and allowing Saresh to give her the nickname “The Knight of Dawn” and the notorious biographer Elsa Berisa to write a book about her adventures.

Malicineve regrets a lot of things, in her own way. Mostly she regrets taking so long to realize that she had been someone else’s tool and creature her entire life.

safetytank  asked:

wardrobe palettes 4 da boys: Damen (blood-red scarlet, burgundy, earthy browns & soft leathery tans, daffodil-yellow and on special occasions, black), Laurent (every shade of blue under the sun, soft misty gray, occasionally sage or moss green), and shared (purest snowy-white and regal purples, everything bordered in gold)

!!!!! i always picture damen in neutrals and burgundy would look BOMB with his skin tone. Laurent in deep ass blue shades that make his skin and hair look even lighter in contrast. 

modern damen wears muscle tee’s and bomber jackets, and he has a collection of timbs. Laurent in skinny jeans and dark v neck sweaters. 

Whatever I Say

A crush did not accurately describe how the foreign trainee, Y/N, felt about Seventeen’s choreographer and main dancer. In her eyes, Soonyoung was everything. She clung onto every word he said to her. His advice and critiques were always followed and even when he made a general comment about anything, she would do it. He was the reason why she stopped wearing sweatpants to practice because he made one comment about her looking nice in leggings and suddenly she only owned leggings.Her natural black hair became a thing of the past after she dyed it brown a year ago because Soonyoung said it fit her face nicely and he loved brown hair on her. If Soonyoung asked for a small favor, she was the first one going to do whatever favor he wanted.

Soonyoung was very aware of her crush on him and he used it to his advantage, he could look at her body more when she wore leggings and tank tops and half shirts to practice in. He was a sly bastard but hey who could blame him? She was gorgeous. Besides that he had a huge kink for submissive girls and the fact that Y/N displayed it so much without knowing it made her that much hotter. He smirked slyly as he watched the group of trainees practice and she held her spot at the center of the formation. The determination in her eyes was clearly visible and he knew it was because he was in the room watching with the other members. Mingyu caught his smirk.

 "Dude, what’re you thinking of?“ he asked. His attention turned to the group of girls and he chuckled. "She really does value your opinion huh?” Soonyoung smirked and nodded. “Isn’t she cute? She doesn’t know that I notice everything she does for me.” Soonyoung replied. Seungcheol turned to them. “Yah, you know the rules. No trainees and artists together.” he scolded them.

“Yeah hyung. Remember that next time you and Y/N’s leader hook up and go out again. Her name’s Kitten right? Oh wait… That’s what you call her when you guys are-” Soonyoung smirked. Seungcheol punched his arm as he blushed bright red and looked away.

Soonyoung smiled slyly as the song came to an end and the sweating trainees bowed and faced them. Y/N’s eyes immediately went in Soonyoung’s direction. He smiled and nodded. “I like the accents you hit in the choreography, no one would think to hit those. You have a good ear for music, Y/N. And your choreography is kick-ass. I like it. You guys have so much potential.”

Y/N beamed brightly and bowed. That was by far her favorite compliment from him ever. Then he came over and caressed her shoulder and ruffled her hair. Him touching her sent shivers down her spine and it was whenever he touched her. Soonyoung smirked slyly as he saw her shiver and he bit his lip, willing himself not to get hard in front everyone. Seungcheol announced they had to go to vocal training and that they had to go. “Let’s all hang out tonight!” Dino exclaimed suddenly before they left and everyone agreed. Soonyoung smirked as an idea popped up.

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Y/N liked going out but when she was told Soonyoung wasn’t going, she said fuck it. No Soonyoung, no fun. So she decided to watch porn since she had the room to herself. Thirty minutes after everyone left and twenty minutes into her porno, there was buzzing on the door and she got up to open the door without bothering to put on a shirt. She opened the door and squealed when Soonyoung stepped into the dorm and shut the door.

“Well what a pleasant surprise, princess.” he chuckled. She blushed and went to cover her chest but he stopped her.

“Don’t move. Don’t you dare cover yourself from me.” She froze and stared at him. “God, you’re so obedient. It’s a fucking turn on.” he smirked as he stepped closer to her. She was shocked and couldn’t speak. Her stomach was in knots. The object of affection for two years was staring her down with lust filled eyes and she was getting more and more turned on the more he stared.

“Do you know how long, I have always wanted to get you alone in a position like this where no could interrupt us? Have you princess?” he said as he reached to grab her chin and tilt her face up to him. She couldn’t answer him, she was too caught up with looking into his eyes and trying not to crumble to her knees. The aura around him was so different than what it usually was. His presence screamed dominance and possessiveness and it was all directed towards her.

Soonyoung smirked as she stood quiet. A loud smack resonated in the quiet living room as his hand came in contact with her ass. Y/N gasped and let out a slight whimper as the sting hit. “S-soonyoung…” she whimpered.

“Answer when I speak to you. Continue to be a good girl. You have been for so long.” he said as he leaned down to her ear and softly nibbled on it. She shivered and moaned softly at the action. It was just a distraction because soon enough another smack landed on her ass.  She moaned loudly and whined. “What was that for?”

“You called me Soonyoung. You’re supposed to be calling me Daddy. Got it?”

She nodded quickly as she looked up at him. “Use your words, like a good girl.” he warned. “Yes Daddy. I’m sorry.” Soonyoung smirked as he released her chin.

“Go get Daddy’s bag by the door and lead him to your room. He has a few presents for you.” he smirked. She quickly ran to grab the bookbag that she didn’t notice he had with him and led him to her room. He looked around and smirked as he noticed the roommate she roomed with. She roomed with Seungcheol’s girl. He looked on her bed and saw she had her laptop open and she was watching a porn. “Aw, does Daddy’s princess watch porn and think about him?” She blushed and nodded. “Yes Daddy.”

He smirked and closed her laptop and sat it on her desk. “Well Daddy’s here now. And he’ll give you all the pleasure you need. There’s two years worth of frustration waiting to be let out. And I bought some things to make sure you get all the pleasure you need and want.” he smirked. He took the bag from her and pulled out handcuffs, a collar, and a dildo. She bit her lip as he pulled out the items and he smirked. “Come here, princess. Why don’t strip for Daddy?” he smirked as she came and stood between his legs.

“Yes Daddy.” she agreed. Soonyoung smirked as he turned Pandora on his phone to a Trey Songz playlist. “Dance while you do it.” he added. She nodded and started to roll her hips slowly to the beat of the song and he smirked as she slowly slid her shorts down to reveal her lace panties that matched her bra. “You look so good princess. Daddy loves black on you. Keep going.” he said as he started to move his hand over his cock in his sweatpants. She turned away from him and bent over as she pulled off her panties and gave him a clear view of already soaked pussy. He groaned stood up. “Stay like that, princess. You look so sexy…. And I can play with you like that.” he said as he reached for the dildo and tugged off his sweats. His thumb met her clit and she moaned out loudly. “Oh fuck… Y/N… You’re so wet.” he smirked as he rolled her clit around.

“D-Daddy… That feels good….” she moaned softly. He smirked and leaned down slightly and licked a thick stripe up her pussy and he nudged the dildo at her entrance and pushed it into her and thrust. Her back arched from the penetration. “Daddy~ Oh god…. Please faster.” she moaned loudly. He thrust the dildo at a medium pace as he reached down and stroked his cock. He was hard already and his pre-cum was leaking. Pulling the dildo out of her, he smirked as she whined and turned her head.

“On your knees in front of me.” he ordered as he sat on the bed and pulled off his tank top. She did as he asked, the sweaty and flushed look worked so well for her. Her hair covered her face slightly and reached down to grab it and pull into a ponytail. “You look beautiful with brown hair, princess. Daddy loves it. He’s glad you listened to him and kept it brown for him.” he smirked. She blushed and nodded. “Anything for Daddy.” she smiled.

“Aw, thank you. Since you said that~ Suck Daddy’s cock why don’t you? Your throat holds a pretty voice but let’s see if it can be used for pleasure too.” he smirked and he held his cock out to her. He was long and had a good thickness to him. The vines were prominent with him being so hard. He led her head to his cock and he groaned in pleasure as she let him in. Half of his cock got in before it hit the back of her throat. She started to bob her head along his shaft and yanked on her hair slightly. “Daddy didn’t say start yet. Take more in. Relax your throat.” he ordered as he pushed her head farther down his cock and he threw his head back when he felt some of his cock go into her throat. “Fuck… Yes Y/N…Start…” he groaned as he thrust his hips and she bobbed her head at the same time as him.

When his pleasure spiked, he thrust his faster slamming in farther down her throat and she whined slightly. It was hurting her but it felt so good to be pleasuring him and he was appreciating it, so she forced herself to push through. “Oh…. I’m gonna cum…. Fuck…. Oh Y/N…. Make Daddy cum….” he said as he yanked on her hair harder. She tightened her throat around him and hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard. He stared down at her as she sucked and held eye contact with her. “So beautiful with my cock in your mouth, princess.” he said proudly. Within a few moments he had spilled down her throat. “Swallow it.” She swallowed down the slightly bitter tasting semen.

“Good girl. Come here, let Daddy put your collar on you.” he smirked. She stood up weakly as her legs went slightly numb from being on them. The collar was pink and read ‘Daddy’s Princess’ in gold rhinestones. Allowing him to put it on, she blushed. “Thank you, Daddy.” she said. He smirked as kissed her softly. “You’re welcome love. Here lay down, I want to play with you. So hands up.” he smirked. She followed his orders and he hooked her to the headboard. He removed her bra and leaned down to suck and nibble at them. His hand ran down to her core and he stroked her clit softly.

Squirming gently, she moaned softly and he smirked as he shoved two fingers into her. She gasped loudly at the that. He pulled away from her breast and leaned up to kiss her deeply. He pushed his fingers deeper into her and her back arched in pleasure. He smirked and ran his free hand up her body to wrap around her jaw and hold her in the kiss. She whimpered as she started to run out of breath and he wouldn’t let her go. He pulled away slightly and smirked. “Like that, princess?” he smirked as he kissed down her jaw. “Y-yes…. Please… I’m going to cum… Can I cum?” she whimpered. Her stomach was tightening the more he fingered her. He smirked and pulled his fingers away meeting a loud whine. “Be patient for Daddy. It’ll feel better when I actually let you cum. Or I can give you multiple ones until you’re so dead tired and then everyone will know what we did. But to be far, when I finally let you cum you’ll be dead tired still. Which do you want?” he smirked.

Both options meant torture for her and he would be in control of when she came. “First one, Daddy.” she said softly. He smirked and nodded. “Since Daddy has cum once, he’ll give you one to even out the score, deal?” he chuckled. He shoved his fingers back into her and thrust them quickly while he used his other hand to rub her clit quickly. Her body quickly got back to it pre-orgasmic state and she started to squirm again. “Be still or I will stop, princess.” he warned. She bit her lip and moaned as he continued to work her to her orgasm and when it hit, her back arched high and a long moan left her throat. “D-Daddy~ Oh god! Please fuck me~” she whimpered in pleasure. He just chuckled and kept thrusting his fingers at a fast pace working her through her high and into a next one.

Her core ached a little as it was overstimulated but she didn’t dare to stop him. She loved it. “You came so much for Daddy. Do it again for me and then I’ll fuck you hard.” he smirked as he leaned over and kissed down her stomach. Suddenly his lips found her clit and he sucked it into his mouth and nibbled and sucked and toyed with it. Her legs shook and her thighs tired to lock around his head. He pushed them down and held them pinned to the bed. From between her legs, he gave her a sharp warning. “Don’t move your legs. Leave them open for me. Let me taste you princess. Daddy wants you to cum on his tongue.” he said as his long tongue poked at her entrance. She moaned and shook against the cuffs as he teased her.

Suddenly his long tongue was inside of her licking along her walls and sucking on her lips. She moaned loudly and rolled her hips along his face and he gripped her hips and pulled her closer so she would be completely on his mouth and he could get deeper into her. When his tongue moved deeper, she cried out and arched in pleasure. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum! Please!” she moaned loudly. He hummed in pleasure and sucked her clit into his mouth to play with and with that she came on his tongue and he eagerly lapped it up. Pulling away when he was done, he smirked when he saw her bite her lip at the sight of his mouth. “My mouth is messy huh? Should I clean them off?” he smirked as he licked his lips clean of her juices.

Her two orgasms were intense but she still wanted to be fucked. “Daddy please fuck me now. I’ve been a good girl.” she whimpered. Soonyoung smirked and nodded as he softly stroked her pussy. “You have, haven’t you? Daddy should reward you.” he smirked as he rubbed his hard dick at her entrance again feeling her get wet again. “God Y/N… You’re eager for Daddy huh? You’re already wet.” he smirked.

“Yes Daddy, please… Make me feel good again…” she whimpered. With that he pushed into her fully and started his thrust in a small manner to tease her. “So tight… I love it, princess. So tight and warm for Daddy…” he smirked as he buried his face in her neck licking the beads of sweat off her neck as he thrust slowly. She whimpered and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist pulling him in deeper. When he slipped in deeper, he groaned loudly. “Oh you naughty girl. Daddy should punish you but he won’t. Instead, he’ll just put in you a new position.” he smirked. She was freed from the cuffs and flipped onto her hands and knees and he grabbed her hips and pulled her back to sit completely on his cock. He spread her legs with his hands and thrust up into her. “Oh fuck… Daddy, yes…. Please…” she moaned loudly as she threw her head back over his left shoulder. He grunted and reached his left hand up to wrap around her throat and he squeezed lightly. She faltered for a second.

 "Daddy’s got you, you’re safe with Daddy. He knows what he’s doing. Hold your head, so I can do it properly.“ he calmed her as he thrust into faster. She leaned forward slightly and his hand wrapped on the front part of her throat and squeezed harder as he thrust faster and harder into her. The limited air supply seemed to spike her pleasure and she moaned out louder than before. "That’s Daddy’s princess… Such a good girl.” he smirked as he thrust rapidly chasing his orgasm and hers. She moaned loudly as he squeezed tightly and slammed his hips into her. The obscene sounds of his balls slapping against got louder, the faster he went. He squeezed tighter as he felt her tighten around him. “That’s it, cum… Cum on Daddy’s cock, baby girl… Give it to me.” he growled in her ear as he squeezed tighter and her breath was severely limited and that seemed to make her urge to cum stronger and when it hit her body convulsed harshly and she let out a long breathless moan as he thrust deep into her one more time and released his load. He released her throat and she breathed deeply, feeling revealed that she could breathe again.

“You follow directions so well, baby. I’m proud of you.” he said as he laid down her in bed. She blushed and smiled. “Thank you, Daddy.” she smiled.

“Just know that you’re mine now. Officially. But you always have been huh?” he smirked. She nodded and kissed his lips softly. “I have always been yours.” she said before she drifted off to sleep.

Get to know me tag

I was tagged by @greghouse7 and I’m flattered, so here you go! It’s interesting how similar we are in some things…

Relationship status: married (husband is Irish - actually moved to US from Ireland when he was a teen- has brownish black hair, brown eyes, pale skin and no lips. Even wears glasses like my other favorite man, Stephen Colbert. I DEFINITELY have a type…)

Favorite color: Deep green

Lipstick or chapstick: Chapstick

Last song I listened to: Angela by Lumineers

Last movie I watched: The Hobbit-Battle of the Five Armies

Top three tv shows: The Late Show with Stephen Colbert (duh), @ Midnight, Last Week Tonight with John Oliver

Top three characters: Merida (from Brave, a sassy redhead like myself!), Bilbo Baggins as played by Martin Freeman, Tyrion Lannister

Top three ships: STEWBERT, Sherlock/Watson, Samwise Gamgee/Rosie Cotton

Books I’m currently reading: Scrappy Little Nobody by Anna Kendricks

Height: 5’7″

Orientation: Slightly Bi - heavy emphasis on hetero, but find myself checking out women as well

Favorite Animal: Dragon (I know they aren’t real, but so what?)

Average Sleep Hours: 6-7 hours

Cat or Dog Person: Both! But I have 2 cats…

Favorite Fictional Character: Aragorn

Number of Blankets You Sleep With: 1

Dream Trip: River Cruise through castles in Europe

Blog Created: not sure, when I became OBSESSED with Stephen Colbert and needed an outlet

Number of Followers: not many, but I don’t post much original content, I just enjoy the company of my fellow Colbert fans!❤