gosh she was so sweet

anonymous asked:

Have you considered Madison x Maria where Madison decides to help her by giving her money (w/o the sex) after reading the reynolds pamphlet bc he realizes aham was a dick to her, and she loves having someone who's actually nice to her and he loves having someone who's tough and thinks he's awesome too, idk i just came up with this and i love it. he'd be the ultimate supportive boyfriend who'd hold her purse and cheer her on while she kicks ass.

That sounds so sweet oh gosh!

What happens when @its-me-lsp leads the dance? THIS! Hnnnn touching!.. We talked about this! )^F<

( My GOD this was supposed to be a small doodle but oooh I just love these two so much I couldn’t stop there! <’D )

( I wonder when is she going to notice he can’t hear any of the music 8l… )

saerans-ri  asked:

Noah~ Quel type de personne est-ce que vous aimer~? Est-ce qu'il y a quel-qu'un qui vous aimiez dans le passé? :0 ((noah's so cute tbh. i bet he reflects the artist who created him, hmm~? ;)))

“i love someone who is nice, patient, loves having fun, and who i can cuddle whenever.”

“ah. i had a friend who i liked a lot. she rejected me. but it’s okay!”

((gosh you’re so sweet ri ily <3))

azelienerdandartist  asked:

Nevermind ! I finally read he’s engaged with Emotional Vibe from Az ^^' Of course he is ! You're so cute Az and you :3

THANK YOU ! Gosh… I just love her so much, she’s so wonderful, comprehensive, sweet, funny, adorable, I just want to get the chance to see her, wrap my arms around her and shower her with kisses. I’m determined to make it happen, because I honestly can’t see myself without her in my life anymore. 

Death of a Batchelor - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Title: Death of a batchelor

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Brendon Urie x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Can you please write a fic where your gonna marry Brendon urie and Jensen has crush on you but your in love with Brendon?

“So have you started making the preparations yet or what?” Jared asked with a small grin and you chuckled.

“Yeah, I’ve been looking like crazy for the invitations this week but Brendon said it’s better if I take it slow. To enjoy this more.” you shrugged, playing nervously with the proposal ring as you had your hair fixed for your next scene.

“Can’t believe it finally happened. Seems like only yesterday when the two of you met.” he chuckled and you nodded your head, eyes casting down at your hands. A tender smile on your lips.

“Yeah and shortly afterwards fell in love.” Jensen said softly and you looked at your best friend with a small grin.

“You really had been there with me through it all.” you chuckled “Remember how nervous I was on our first date?” you whispered and a small chuckle left his lips.

“I certainly remember all the dresses you switched till you found the right one.” he said softly and you giggled.

“Well, they all looked pretty damn awful on me so-”

He scoffed, shaking his head “You’re always beautiful. He was lucky you showed up in the first place. I wouldn’t complain if you came wearing even your pyjamas.” he shrugged, looking in front of him as he got some of his make up fixed.

“Yeah right.” you felt your cheeks heat up, smiling shyly “You’re saying that only because you’re my friend.”

“I am only saying the truth, (Y/n). I always do.” he said a little more seriously and only when he glanced to his left he saw Jared giving him a look.

“Yeah. Always.” he said even more seriously but the older actor only sighed and looked away from his accusing look.

You let a small giggle “But my nervousness could certainly not match up to his when he proposed.”

“Had he really booked up an entire restaurant for just the two of you?” Cassie asked and you nodded your head.

“Yeah and he- after I said the yes he-” you breathed out a laugh, feeling your heart swell “He sang ‘Death of a Batchelor’ to me. The sap.” you giggled as she smiled widely.

“Gosh that is so sweet.” she squealed and you took in a shaky breath.

“There are moments I can hardly believe this is real.” you whispered, love lacing your voice… pretty much like love laced Jensen’s features whenever he was close to you. Something that only Jared had come to notice that is.

“Well-” you sighed, still, dreamily; completely unaware to the real situation “-B is already helping me in all of it so I amdefinitely enjoying it.”

“Is he just as excited?” Jenny, one of the make up artists, asked with a smile and you nodded your head.

“Yeah, very much so. He is quiet nervous though. It’s kinda hard for him to settle down, you know how he is, but I am sure he wants this. It’ a big step but I know we’re both ready to take it.” you bit your lower lip as you looked at her with a shy smile.

A small scoff left Jensen’s lips “Well, he better. He’s lucky enough you said yes to him, much less everything else.” he mumbled and although you frowned for a second you played it off with a shrug.

“I don’t know. I think I’m the lucky one. He’s just amazing, in every way. Never thought I’d deserve someone like him.”

“You deserve only the best (Y/n).” Jensen said softly, looking honestly into your eyes and you gave him a small smile.

“Don’t know about that but- I am content enough I could find this kind of love in Brendon.” you whispered and as much as it hurt him Jensen put on a smile on his lips just for you.

“Well-” Jared spoke up, feeling the kind of tension that you couldn’t because you were too over the moon and in love to notice “-you still are both very… lucky.” he was careful to chose his words, knowing how difficult his place was considering what he knew about Jensen.

“Yeah, well don’t you think you guys are out of the hook though.” you smirked at them “There are a few things that I need a man’s opinion in and asking only Brendon won’t help. So better be prepared!”

Jared forced a chuckle “We wouldn’t expect anything else, little one. Besides it’s going to be your big day, we will do everything to make it the best one ever.”

“We promise to make it the happiest day of your life, (Y/n/n).” Jensen said softly, not helping but placing a hand on top of yours -the one with the ring mind it - and gave you a small comforting squeeze.

You smiled warmly at him in a way that showed how much you appreciated him but… not in the way he did.

“I know you will.” you rubbed your thumb over his palm and he gave you a smile, although sad. But you didn’t take notice.

Not only because he was such a great actor and could his feelings, not because you were too blinded by happiness and love for the singer you were about to spend the rest of your life with but because he was so used to it.He was completely used to it, to hiding his real feelings and not letting you know of how your… best friend, and 'brother’ as you playfully called him, - even if your characters were attracted to each other in the show - had such deep feelings for you. For so so long.

And Jared, well, he was the only one to know. As he was the only one t know of Jensen’s suffering, although the older actor himself only knew for real how insufferable that pain was. Because as much as he wanted to be happy for you about to have a life and family of your own he still felt broken at the thought that he would be forced to watch you walk straight into the arms of another man. Just because of that.

Because he so desperately wished he was that man. But he wasn’t.


GPF 2016 Victory Ceremony: hand holding & smiles <3

ayathebroccoli  asked:

Why, goth always remind me of tateyama ayano - kagepro? Like, eventhough he smiled, i can feel sadness behind it '-')

maybe u’re right! He kinda have her impression!! *w*

well almost..

[here’s the real ayano just in case u’re wondering]

Something Good

Got7 Jackson celebrating your birthday and how he plans it and everything

“That’s the last gift.” Jackson said as he used a rainbow colored bow to finish off the large box he wrapped with black wrapping paper. He put his back on the front of the sofa and admired of all his and Mark’s work. Humming softly to the music playing on his phone, Mark came in carrying more small boxes and presents to put on the display table they had set up for his girlfriend’s birthday. He placed them all neatly and according size and color on the display table.

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I swear I love her so much ;; she’s such a cute bab, anyway here’s a little gift for you cause I was feelin’ a little inspired and I thought Rook was a cutie, so heck with it lolol. Hope you like it~! ❤️❤️❤️

— IM LITERALLY SCREAMING YOUR ART STYLE IS SO CUTE?? I’m in love aaa oh my gosh this is so sweet of you thank you so much!!!!! She looks so cute here I love it! You just made my week thank you sweetheart ;o; -hugs-

anonymous asked:

There's a barista at my college's coffee shop that's really cute and nice and I always give her big tips whenever I buy coffee (which is almost every day) and I had a dream the other night I was dating her >////<💧 (idk if she likes girls or not but she's so cute)

Oh my gosh, your crush is so sweet and nice! I hope your dream comes true and you two can be two cute gays in love!! Or if not you just can enjoy her cuteness and coffee skills!!

Actual Softie: A Draco Malfoy Imagine

Requested by happybullshitter: 
Can I request a Draco oneshot where it’s the readers and his one year anniversary (I’m in slytherin and mudblood) and he forgets and the reader gets really upset and ignores him and he asked her best friend (whoever) and she tells him and he makes it up to her and it’s really fluffy and cute.

This is my first ever Draco Malfoy imagine! I hope you like it! xx 

Y/N opens her eyes, smiling as the light hits her face. Her dorm room is, surprisingly, empty. After fixing her bed, she proceeds to get a shower. It was a Saturday, and she hoped that her boyfriend of exactly a year today would do something very sweet for her. 

She and Draco had a peculiar relationship. She was a Slytherin, yes, but a Muggle-born, as well. This was often a subject of debate for him and his family. Again and again, he’s defended her. Again and again, she falls in love with him. 

“Oi! Y/N!” Her best friend, Janice, shouts as she turns the tap off. 

“In here,” she responds, stepping out of the shower in a towel.

“Excited?” Janice asks, smiling as Y/N blushes. Draco had always been someone they were good friends with, someone who was very close to them. Seeing Y/N and Draco happy as they were was a constant relief for her. 

“Very,” Y/N smiles, “I wonder what he’ll do.”

“Should be something special,” Janice replies as Y/N puts on her underwear. They didn’t have much boundaries, these two. 

“I’ll be happy with just spending the day with him. What should I wear?” 

“The emerald dress. He likes that one,” Janice says, grabbing a simple dress from her closet. “This would go nice with flats.” 

“Agreed,” she smiles, “I wonder what he’ll do.” 

“What’d you do for him?” 

“I bought him a little something. He likes Muggle music. I bought him an iPod. I enchanted it myself to make it work here in Hogwarts. It wasn’t easy.” 

“His parents?” 

“He bought a flat last summer so he doesn’t have to stay with them. He had his own savings, really, and some benefactor added quite a sum to his account. We still don’t know who, honestly. But we’re thankful.” 

“Geez,” Janice says, laughing slightly, “you sound like a wife.” 

Y/N laughs, putting on the dress and shoes. She brushes her hair and puts it into a messy braid. Draco always did like it when he got to remove the braid and play with her hair. “I don’t expect a lot. I think I’ll be happy with us just spending time together.” 

Janice stands, smiling, and heads for the door, “love is so stupid.” 

“You don’t believe that.” 

“Sure I do. Ba-bye, Mrs. Draco Malfoy,” Janice says, causing Y/N to turn red remarkably. Despite this, of course, she’s thought about how it would feel like to be Mrs. Malfoy. To wake up next to Draco everyday and sleep beside him each night. She thought about carrying a small blonde-haired child on her hip, or maybe waking up to Draco tickling him. She always did want a son. Scorpius sounded like a very good name. She smiles to herself, grabs his gift and walks out the door, hoping to bump into her boyfriend of exactly a year today.

“Crabbe,” she shouts, seeing his big friend. She is mad and desperate. She hasn’t found Draco despite an hour of vigorous looking. 

“Yeah?” He asks, munching on a muffin. 

“Have you seen Draco? I’ve been looking for him everywhere, and I can’t seem to find him.” 

“He’s playing Quidditch with Blaise and Theo.” 

“Wha- why?” 

“Um,” Crabbe, sensing a bit of annoyance, does not know what to say. Red alert. Angry girlfriend. Red alert. Remember the protocol. What did Draco say when he made the protocol? Oh my Merlin, I should’ve listened. Tell her he loves her. Girls like that. “Because he loves you?” 

“I don’t see how that’s interrelated.” 

Oh my Merlin, I’m screwed. “I like muffins.” Changing topics. Great. I’m a genius. I should be in Ravenclaw. 

“Wrong answer.” 

Oh no.

Crabbe is very thankful that he was not hexed into oblivion by his best friend’s very talented and strong girlfriend. What he did get, though, was a lifetime of fear. He is not getting a girlfriend or a wife - they are too scary for him. He is not a Gryffindor. He is not required to be brave. 

He shudders at the thought. He also concludes that if the Dark Lord was a woman, he would be 100 times scarier. It remains to be his personal opinion. 

Goyle almost experienced the same faith. That, until he saw her fuming, and he did a quick 180 degree turn and ran as fast as he could. 

Gosh, she could be so sweet sometimes, but then when she’s mad… It has always been known to never cross an angry Malfoy. (Or a future one, in this case.)

She heads straight for the Quidditch pitch, sitting on the third row, getting a clear view of her flying boyfriend. His smiling face almost makes her forget. But, oh, not this time. 

Blaise notices her first, and, when she didn’t return his smile, he knew something was wrong. 

“Mate,” Blaise shouts to Draco, “Y/N is here.” 

Draco smiles widely, then, and starts to look for her. When he finds her, pouting and arms crossed, he smiles even wider. She always did think she looked scary when angry. (She did sometimes, though, when she really, really was mad.) She looked cute to him now. Especially in that dress. 

Oh Merlin, he loves her so much.

He flies down, and steps off his broom, going up to her. 

“Hello, love,” Draco smiles and kisses her cheek. “Why are you so upset?” 

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” 

“I’m sorry, love, Blaise dragged me here. We plan on getting a pint afterwards.” 


“Well, yeah, after our mini-game, if you call it that.” 

“Today? On this specific day? At this specific hour?” Draco knew that tone. He was forgetting something, and she planned on using the hated guessing game. She usually did this when he was forgetting something important. 

“Um, uh, well,” Draco does not want to say the next word, “yes.” 

She stands up abruptly, arms still crossed, and starts to walk towards the exit. 

“Love, what’s wrong?” Draco asks, trying to remember what he’s forgotten. 

“I-,” Y/N tries to say, and she faces him. She doesn’t look angry anymore. She looks upset, and hurt. He did not like seeing her hurt. “I wanted today to be special.” She places a small package on the bench. “I’m sorry I forgot the card. I didn’t think you’d need one.” 

“What’s this?” 

“Something,” she says and sighs audibly. Her eyes are downcast, and her usually smiling face is trying its best not to frown at him. It isn’t important, she decides. It’s just one day. She didn’t feel like crying, no, but she was very, deeply upset. It is important to her, after all. “Bye,” she says before scurrying off, probably to her dorm room. 

“Why does Y/N look upset?” Blaise asks, appearing next to Draco. Draco grabs the package and begins to unwrap it slowly, finding a muggle gadget. 

A small note sticked to it read, “I love you.” 

“What did you do, Mate?” Blaise asked again. 


“That could be a potential problem,” Blaise says, looking at the package. 

“Y/N, love, talk to me,” Draco almost begs, as she sits in the Great Hall, having lunch.

“No thanks.” 

“Sweetheart, please.” 

“Good bye,” she says swiftly as she picks up her books and heads straight back to her room. 

“Great job, dunghead,” Janice says, “I spent half an hour convincing her to go down to eat, and now, she’s gone.” 

“Shut up, Janice,” Draco says, “why is she mad at me?” 

“Do you honestly not know, Malfoy?” 

“If I did, I would be fixing it by now.” 

“Look,” she says, with a tone of annoyance, “she really wanted this day to be special.” 

“I know! But why?” 

“It’s your first year anniversary, dumb-dumb! She would have been happy with you just remembering it!” Janice stands up, grabbing her own books, and heads for their room.

“Crap,” Draco says, “we’ve been together for a year today.” 

“Nice going, mate,” Theo says, “what do you plan on doing?”

“He’s going to kill himself,” Blaise responds, getting a sharp stare from Draco. “Or he’s going to stop moping and do something while he can.” 

Draco raises his left eyebrow, “you have a proposal?” 

“’Course I do, you filthy idiot. You were bound to forget something. But it might cost you.” 

Draco thinks for a moment. “what is your proposal?” 


“Y/N, I have something for you,” Crabbe said from the other side of the door. 

Y/N sighs and opens the door, smiling at the boy in front of her. “Hey, Crabbe, how are you?” 

“I’m okay,” Crabbe says, “I have some chocolates for you.” He shoves it into her hand. 

She laughs and hugs him, “I’m sorry about how I acted with you earlier. It was uncalled for. I’ll bake you some cookies, if you want.” 

Crabbe hugs her back, “that would be great, Y/N.” He does not let go until Pansy has finished her mission. After said girl enters Y/N’s room, and comes out after a few minutes, he sees this as an okay sign.

He lets go, “okay, alright, bye. I want those cookies.” 

Y/N laughs, “oh, alright.” 

She enters her room, only to find a dress in a light shade of (favorite color), some matching jewelry are set next to it, and new flats are under her bed. 

‘I’m sorry, love. Wear this and come outside.’ 

She smiles to herself, and proceeds to wear the garments, unable to hide her giddiness. 

She goes outside, only to find a trail of rose petals. There is a note pinned on her wall. ‘I’m so sorry that I forgot.’ 

She smiles wider and follows the path. They seem to dissolve once she’s passed them. She sees more notes spiralled across Hogwarts. 

She saw one when she exited their common room, ‘I’m an idiot.’

And another sticked to the corner of a painting, ‘I just hope you know that…’

She found another on one of the knight’s armor, ‘every day was special…’

And, finally, the petals finally led her to where Draco is, in the Astronomy Tower. He holds a single rose with a small note and he gives it to her, ‘… if I got to spend it with you.’ 

“I love you,” Draco says, almost quietly, “I’m sorry I forgot.” 

She smiled at him, and kissed him full on the mouth. After a moment, she parts their lips, “I love you, too.” 

He grins and pecks her on the lips once more, “may I have this dance?” 

She smiles at him again, “of course.” As if on cue (and it probably was), music begins to play. 

There, under the constellation Scorpius, Draco and Y/N dance and dance and dance and fall in love with each other over and over again. 

She would not have it any other way. 

And neither would he. 

Theo and Blaise sit in their dorm room while Draco is having the time of his life with the woman he loves. 

“Thank goodness he didn’t follow your advice,” Theo says, smirking slightly. 

“Believe me, mate, “shagging her brains out” was not one of my best ideas.” 

I hope you liked it! xx I did. :) Haha :) I’m sorry if this took a while. :)) I’m sorry if it sucks. :(

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anonymous asked:

Gift of an anon for you :3 !! A mirror so you can see the beautiful person you are >w < P.d: come again to give more gifts!!

*loud gasps* “Oh gosh, thank you kind anon!! You’re so sweet!” *she giggled*

gosh im sleepy and i love @techvape so much, shes so sweet and lovely and kind, shes truly an angel and she’s so talanted smart and funny too. im so thankful for yusuke, she has truly changed me for the better and im so in love with her oh gosh im blushingg


“I stand before you today the representative of a family in grief, in a country in mourning before a world in shock.

We are all united not only in our desire to pay our respects to Diana, but rather in our need to do so. For such was her extraordinary appeal that the tens of millions of people taking part in this service all over the world via television and radio who never actually met her, feel that they too lost someone close to them in the early hours of Sunday morning. It is a more remarkable tribute to Diana than I can ever hope to offer her today.

Diana was the very essence of compassion, of duty, of style, of beauty. All over the world she was a symbol of selfless humanity. All over the world, a standard bearer for the rights of the truly downtrodden, a very British girl who transcended nationality. Someone with a natural nobility who was classless and who proved in the last year that she needed no royal title to continue to generate her particular brand of magic.

Today is our chance to say thank you for the way you brightened our lives, even though God granted you but half a life. We will all feel cheated always that you were taken from us so young and yet we must learn to be grateful that you came along at all. Only now that you are gone do we truly appreciate what we are now without and we want you to know that life without you is very, very difficult.

We have all despaired at our loss over the past week and only the strength of the message you gave us through your years of giving has afforded us the strength to move forward.

There is a temptation to rush to canonise your memory, there is no need to do so. You stand tall enough as a human being of unique qualities not to need to be seen as a saint. Indeed to sanctify your memory would be to miss out on the very core of your being, your wonderfully mischievous sense of humour with a laugh that bent you double. Your joy for life transmitted where ever you took your smile and the sparkle in those unforgettable eyes. Your boundless energy which you could barely contain.

But your greatest gift was your intuition and it was a gift you used wisely. This is what underpinned all your other wonderful attributes and if we look to analyse what it was about you that had such a wide appeal we find it in your instinctive feel for what was really important in all our lives.

Without your God-given sensitivity we would be immersed in greater ignorance at the anguish of Aids and HIV sufferers, the plight of the homeless, the isolation of lepers, the random destruction of landmines.

Diana explained to me once that it was her innermost feelings of suffering that made it possible for her to connect with her constituency of the rejected.

And here we come to another truth about her. For all the status, the glamour, the applause, Diana remained throughout a very insecure person at heart, almost childlike in her desire to do good for others so she could release herself from deep feelings of unworthiness of which her eating disorders were merely a symptom.

The world sensed this part of her character and cherished her for her vulnerability whilst admiring her for her honesty.

The last time I saw Diana was on July 1, her birthday in London, when typically she was not taking time to celebrate her special day with friends but was guest of honour at a special charity fundraising evening. She sparkled of course, but I would rather cherish the days I spent with her in March when she came to visit me and my children in our home in South Africa. I am proud of the fact apart from when she was on display meeting President Mandela we managed to contrive to stop the ever-present paparazzi from getting a single picture of her - that meant a lot to her.

These were days I will always treasure. It was as if we had been transported back to our childhood when we spent such an enormous amount of time together - the two youngest in the family.

Fundamentally she had not changed at all from the big sister who mothered me as a baby, fought with me at school and endured those long train journeys between our parents’ homes with me at weekends.

It is a tribute to her level-headedness and strength that despite the most bizarre-like life imaginable after her childhood, she remained intact, true to herself.

There is no doubt that she was looking for a new direction in her life at this time. She talked endlessly of getting away from England, mainly because of the treatment that she received at the hands of the newspapers. I don’t think she ever understood why her genuinely good intentions were sneered at by the media, why there appeared to be a permanent quest on their behalf to bring her down. It is baffling. My own and only explanation is that genuine goodness is threatening to those at the opposite end of the moral spectrum. It is a point to remember that of all the ironies about Diana, perhaps the greatest was this - a girl given the name of the ancient goddess of hunting was, in the end, the most hunted person of the modern age.

She would want us today to pledge ourselves to protecting her beloved boys William and Harry from a similar fate and I do this here Diana on your behalf. We will not allow them to suffer the anguish that used regularly to drive you to tearful despair.

And beyond that, on behalf of your mother and sisters, I pledge that we, your blood family, will do all we can to continue the imaginative way in which you were steering these two exceptional young men so that their souls are not simply immersed by duty and tradition but can sing openly as you planned. We fully respect the heritage into which they have both been born and will always respect and encourage them in their royal role, but we, like you, recognise the need for them to experience as many different aspects of life as possible to arm them spiritually and emotionally for the years ahead. I know you would have expected nothing less from us.

William and Harry, we all cared desperately for you today. We are all chewed up with the sadness at the loss of a woman who was not even our mother. How great your suffering is, we cannot even imagine.

I would like to end by thanking God for the small mercies he has shown us at this dreadful time. For taking Diana at her most beautiful and radiant and when she had joy in her private life. Above all we give thanks for the life of a woman I am so proud to be able to call my sister, the unique, the complex, the extraordinary and irreplaceable Diana whose beauty, both internal and external, will never be extinguished from our minds.”

~ Charles Spencer


Happy 54th birthday to Diana, Princess of Wales, The Queen of Hearts, and The People’s Princess


1.7.1961 - 31.8.1997