except the new hair

The Good Omens TV series is finally out.  Everything is the same as the book, except there’s a new character, a demoness with big boobs and long black hair and pouty red lips.  She constantly makes remarks about being a succubus and flirts with Aziraphale to make him uncomfortable but other than that she has no personality or depth at all and contributes nothing to the plot.  When things get too intimate between Crowley and Aziraphale, Crowley remarks that he’s with this demoness to diffuse sexual tension.  In the end scene where Aziraphale and Crowley dine at the Ritz, Aziraphale is replaced by this demon, and Crowley makes a remark that this is more romantic and leans in to kiss her as the credits roll.

You wake up, safely back in December 2016.  What a horrible nightmare.

Red-heads - Bucky x Reader

Request/Summary: Hi! I dyed my hair bloody red recently and i was wondering if you could do an imagine for bucky where you dye your hair the same color and the whole team loves it and he is shocked and speechless and the reader worries because she thinks he doesn’t like but he actually does?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: Requests are open and I’m absolutely open to anything (as long as it isn’t morally wrong)! I love speaking to you guys and receiving any type of feed back so please don’t hesitate to send an ask or message (:

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“Holy shit.”

Sams voice echoed throughout the kitchen, alerting everyone as their eyes shifted towards you. Everyone had their sights set on you, a small smile crept on your face as you stood there awkwardly while they all stared at your hair. “Well?”

“Good thing I went blonde a month ago, no room for two red-heads.” Natasha set down her coffee before walking up to you and playing with your hair.

“(Y/N), I adore it. I feel like it suits you well.” Vision had floated through the kitchen island before observing it as well. A smile appeared on your face when he complimented you. “Thanks, Vis.”

“Yeah, it’s not that bad. I prefer it over you’re old color.” Steve was leaning back in a kitchen chair with the same stone-cold expression he always has. “Always appreciated Captain!”

“So, you like the new Black Widow or something?” Sams voice hit you from behind as he walked up and poured himself a cup of coffee.

“Shut it, big bird. Looks nice, (Y/N).” Tony gave you a small smile before propping himself up and sitting on the counter.

“Suits you better than Natasha.” Clint was eating a donut on a bar stool while chuckling to himself. The former red-head grabbed a banana before chucking the peel at his head. “Fuck you, Barton.”

“Bruce has a thing for red-heads, Nat. Looks like you got competition.” Clint giggled to himself again like the dork he is.

“Hey don’t bring me into this, I mean yeah I think it’s beautiful but-” Before Bruce could finish, Tony cut him off. “You’re digging yourself a grave, pal.”

You thanked them all before laughing at how childish they are.

Thor had finally entered the kitchen along with Peter and Bucky. They all were drenched in sweat, you figured they were all working out. The moment their eyes landed on your hair, they froze. Thor had practically ran up to you like a toddler being offered candy.

“Lady (Y/N)! You look more ravishingly than before! I love it.” His innocent smile made you giggle, if it weren’t for the sweat surrounding his body, you would have given him a bone crushing hug.

The super soldier had your eye, but he avoided any interaction with you what-so-ever. He poured himself a glass of milk before heading to the opposite side of the room. When he passed you, his eyes stayed down and he didn’t look at you. He continued to stare at his feet before leaning up against a wall and eavesdropping on the ongoing conversation.

“It looks good, (Y/N)!” Peters high voice strung out before he chugged a whole cup of orange juice.

“Thank you, Peter, everyone. I have to say, I didn’t know how everyone would react.” You poured yourself a glass of milk before taking a sip. In the corner of your eye you saw a shadow staring right at you. Tilting your head to the side, only to see Buckys piercing blue eyes drill a hole into you. Despite the fact that you felt like he was disinterested in you or anything to do with you, you smiled and waved before focusing back on the current discussion.

“You know, (Y/N). Last time I saw someone with hair that red, it was over 70 years ago. Her name was Dolores, come to think of it, Bucky actually had a thing for her. Ha, he blew 3 bucks just to win her a stuffed bear. You always had a thing for girls with red hair, didn’t you, Buck?” The blonde super soldier finally let his lips curve up into a smile before glancing over at his old friend.

“Yeah.” Bucky muttered under his breath before he set down his empty glass of milk and walked out of the room.

“Soft spot?” Tony’s voice ringed out with a hint of amusement, obviously enjoying the annoyed soldier.

“I didn’t think he’d mind talking about her, we’ve done it before.” The small smile soon turned into his usual frown.

“It’s not your fault, maybe he’s having his own problem? Just let him have time to think it out and he’ll be fine.” You tried to stay optimistic about the situation, if anything it wasn’t your business.

You had to admit; you always had a thing for Bucky. Even if he was cold, mysterious and quiet, he always held your attention. You were intrigued by him and with every choice he made, he left you wanting more.

Once you finished your breakfast you headed towards the gym. Bucky wasn’t a close friend of yours but with your hidden feelings for him, you decided it would be best to see if you could at least help.

You reach the gym before entering and looking around for any soul in sight. The man was sitting on a bench, drinking every drop of liquid left inside his water bottle. You slowly walked his way before standing a few feet before him. He must of knew it was you the moment the door opened because not once did he look up from the floor.

“Hey, Bucky. I know we aren’t really good friends but I was just wondering if you were ok or if anything it bothering you-”

“Yeah, we aren’t good friends. So why should I tell you what’s bothering me?”

“Well, I just-”

“You just what? Why are you don’t here trying to help me when you could be upstairs talking about your new hair color.” His voice was left emotionless except when he mentioned your hair, all you could hear in those words was sarcasm and annoyance.

“I just wanted to see if I could help. I’m sorry, I’ll get going.” A frown was plastered on your face as you felt your weight shift to the back of your heels. His eyes met with yours once again, taking in the disappointment and sadness that leaked from your facial expressions.

The moment you turned to evacuate the room, he grabbed your arm. A shiver was sent down your spine as you turned back to face the man. His gaze was back on the floor but he someone showed a sign of remorse. He didn’t mean to hurt you; especially when he was trying to save you. He liked you a lot, and nobody knew it. Why? Because he knew that he would never be good enough for you. His mind was fried and he didn’t know how he could love someone when he can’t even love himself.

“I’m sorry.” His hand still held onto yours. This was the first time Bucky had shown you any type of guilt, it was a sign that he was trusting you more.

“For what?” A smile crept onto your face, you couldn’t help it, the man does that to you.

“Taking my anger out on you. I shouldn’t have. I’m just not in the best mood and I’m actually really confused because why are you smiling?” He looked at your (Y/E/C) eyes while squinting his in uncertainty.

“I know you weren’t in a good mood, hence why I was trying to help you, dummy. Also, I’m smiling because you’re going to let me help you, right?” He slowly nodded his head before looking at your hands and tightening his grip.

“I just… it’s hard adjusting to this life when I’m from a difference time period. I try to forget about it but somehow Steve always finds a way to bring it back.”

“He’s just trying to enjoy the memories. You can’t do anything about it, so either you can enjoy the memories with him or allow them to torture you. It’s your choice, not Steve’s.”

His blue eyes met with yours, neither of you broke eye contact. In a quick movement, he stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest. You didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around him and embrace his hug, and after what felt like a century, he pulled away. You knew he’d pull away eventually because you wouldn’t. Growing up your mother always told you ‘Never let go of a hug first; you never know how much of a hug the other person needs.’ and so you lived by it.

“You know what? You’re right, doll.”

“I know I am.” He smiled at you for the first time in many days. His once dark blue eyes full of sadness had turned into a bright blue as the happiness spread across his face. “Steve was also right.”

“Right about what?”

“I do have a thing for red-heads.”

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Expecting a Wolf - Request

Requested by anon: can i ask one reader lupin in which she is pregnant but is affraid of telling him, and he finds out because of her tummy and gets mad cause he thinks she wouldnt tell her and then fluff <3?

Pairing: Remus x reader

Word count: 1.900+

Warnings: Lots of shouting. Terrible ending (I’m very sorry!)

A/N: Ugh baby week is here!
Also, today’s hidden word is courtesy of @valisiofdauntless: Picklesticks - Pickles on a stick (According to the Urban Dictionary) ;)

Thank you to my lovely betas Anna and @withmycharacterstilltheend (Jess) for helping me out with this one. You rock!

Enjoy!

Originally posted by leakycauldron

“So if a werewolf was to… let’s say… Impregnate someone…” (Y/N) started, “would that baby be a werewolf too?”

“No dear,” Molly repeated for the umpteenth time, “the baby would be born human.”

“To become a werewolf, one must be bitten by another werewolf. It isn’t dancing around in the genetics of a person,” Hermione explained.

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anonymous asked:

Hi DeeDee! I don't download a lot of CC in my game (except for maxis match hairs) but recently I've been desperate for some new wedding dresses. Do you know where I can find some nice ones?

Hi! Well, you’re in the best place, because I’m a wedding dress addict, if that’s a thing XD I have one too many of them! Assuming that you already know the (4-5?) I’ve made, I listed my favorites from other creators!

1 - True Love’s Kiss by Skell

2 - Nina Dress by Trapping

3 - Wedding Gown by Migamoo

4 - Bow Neck Dress by Jacci&Skell

5 - Tradeoff dress by MrOstrichbird

6 - Just A Formality by Eltanin

And I have a lot more! Seriously, there’s a lot out there! :D

hcs for what the bmc ppl smell like

My friend and I had a discussion before, so here are the results:

Jeremy: Dove soap (cucumber), Old water bottles like not washed, Carpet

Michael: Incense (sandalwood), Bread, Wet wood edit: APPLE CIDER AND CINNAMON IM SORRY JESUS SIMON edit reprise: yOU WERE HALF CONSCIOUS DURING THAT CONVO HOW DO YOU KNOW

Christine: Everything beautiful, Flowers and spice and everything, Except her hair which smells like a new iPhone

Brook: Vanilla, The inside of a new purse , Like… idk … . New chapstick like really good??

Chloe: Buttercream, Candy, really, Bath and body works

Jake: Sweat, Apples, Rusted metal

Rich: Mountain Dew, Dried out sugar drink (not the same as Mountain Dew somehow??), New paper

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BLUE RASPBERRY 

THIS BOY WALKS IN AND BAM BLUE BLUE BLUE ALLLLLL BLUE

anonymous asked:

I'm new to your story CNA u pls do a recap??

first of all JUST READ THE STORY lmao if you go to my blog and click on the story directory tab i made it sooooooooooo easy to navigate the story ok. 

but if u really wanna be a lazy bum HERE’S THE MOST RECENT SUMMARY I DID WE’RE PICKING UP FROM THERE because i’m tired

(make sure you read the first summary post i linked in there. i know this is complicated. honestly just go through the tag ur better off)

i like how it’s only been a month since i made the last summary post and more shit has happened in that time than the rest of the 7 months i’ve spent posting this story. anyways

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Fruit pressed to wine,
we shall dry in the lengthening sun,
crumble in long shadows

—except for love
that seeds new fields in our hair,
sweeps us on hawk’s wide wing across the morning,
beyond unravelling fences,
over the sighing trees
and, high above a dusty winding thread,
opens in us its golden egg of light.
—  Susan Ioannou, from “Poem in February,” Potato Eyes (Winter 1989)