he looks so majestic when he smile

anonymous asked:

I have been thinking of this Headcanons for a while now and I hope u can bring my imagination into light! what if rfa+v+Searan first meeting with MC at an aquarium where she works as a diver and saw her for the first time behind the glass diving with sharks and small fishies and stuff~ maybe she looked like a mermaid :P I'm sorry if it's complicated and it's ok if u don't want to do it~ love u~

I love these scenarios when they meet before RFA <3 

I wrote this when I was really sleepy and slightly drunk, so I have no idea if any of this makes any sense lololol. Anyway, hope u like it! ^^

RFA + Saeran and V meet MC at an aquarium


  • He was there for a photo shoot and decided to take a look at the place
  • You passed by his side wearing your scuba suit, talking to a colleague about checking on the sharks
  • He followed you, he just… felt this urge to go after you.
  • And he watched you mesmerized, you were so elegant… and so brave for being that close to the sharks!
  • “Isn’t it scary?” he had to ask when you got out, you looked at him puzzled. “The… sharks?”
  • “Oh… no, not at all! They don’t do anything if they’re fed properly and… if you’re not bleeding.” you say this so naturally and with this huge smile, it’s adorable! “Don’t tell anybody, but… they’re my favorites!”
  • He felt warm inside about you sharing this secret with him. “Wh-why is that?”
  • “I don’t know, there’s something exciting about fearing them, you know? Being around something so majestic and dangerous. It’s like…” “Liking someone and being afraid of hurting them with all of your passion?” SHIT! What is he saying? This isn’t one of his musicals!
  • “Yeah… something like that…” you chuckle. Oh, did you really get it or are you just being polite? “Hey, do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar…”
  • “I get that a lot, actually.” nah, he wouldn’t brag right now, it was time to know more about you. “So… what’s y-?” one of the sharks bump into the glass and he yelps.
  • “Oh, shit, Hercules! He’s a little blind, I… I should go, he gets all disoriented when this happens. See ya!” you run without even looking at him.
  • “Yes… see ya.” Well, he would actually see you a few weeks later standing at his door.


  • He’s there on a tour promoted by one of his teachers
  • He’s not really interested in any of this. Sea animals are not really his thing. Then he gets to the dolphin area.
  • Then you show up and greet his class, and the tour guide introduces you. “This is MC, she usually works with the dolphins and the other mammals.”
  • “Do you feed them?” somebody asks. “Well, that too, but I mainly provide activities to stimulate their brains. You see, dolphins are extremely smart creatures, and…” you go on talking about dolphin’s brains, and Yoosung is… really interested in all you have to say, he’s even taking notes.
  • “But enough talking, do any of you want to see how we do it? Let’s see… hum, how about you in the back? The blond one?” he’s so taken aback by your face he doesn’t even notice you’re talking about him, his buddy nudges him and he notices you’re looking straight at him… SHIT
  • He goes to you hesitantly, your smile is so beautiful and… your curves on this tight scuba suit… wait, what? “What’s your name?”
  • “Y-Yoosung.” “Cool! So our friend Yoosung here will shuffle these numbers and our other friend Chi Chi will put them in the right order. Here you go, buddy.” shit, you’re so nice! He’s trembling while shuffling the cards. “Okay, Yoosung, you can give to her.”
  • “M-me?” “Yeah! Don’t worry, she won’t bite! Well, she does sometimes and it hurts as hell, but…” you see his eyes widening. “I’m kidding!” he hears his mates laughing, ugh…
  • He hands the cards to Chi Chi and she quickly puts them in order, then you explain this isn’t training like in the circus, it’s just a method to stimulate their memory.
  • After the demonstration is over, the teacher calls a a little break for the students to explore as they please, but Yoosung wants to stay right there.
  • “Good job, she really liked you!” you say enthusiastically, are you just being nice or are you genuinely this bright? Either way, your smile is beautiful. “I’m so lame for being afraid, I… I’m sorry.”
  • “Oh, don’t worry, Yoosung! It can be a little intimidating at first…” oh, you remember his name! He wants to know more about you, but then you get a call and run quickly. Well, he would have another chance pretty soon in the chat room.


  • Well, this was the oddest meeting Mr Han’s associate could ever come up with
  • Then she sees the jellyfishes and this diver swimming right beside them.
  • It’s… beautiful! And the diver moves as flowing and elegant as them.
  • And then the diver looks through the glass, straight at… her? And waves for her? She awkwardly waves back.
  • “Hey! Did you like the jellyfishes?” you ask her coming from behind. You’re still on your scuba suit. Oh… were you that elegant diver from before?
  • “Yes, they’re… beautiful! Isn’t it dangerous? I mean… don’t their tentacles burn?” “Oh, my suit protects me, see?” you grab her hand and make her squeeze your arm. She blushes.
  • “It’s made of a special material, they just bought it thanks to this new investor.” “Yes, it was… my boss, actually.”
  • “Oh… cool! Your boss is sickening!” is… that a good thing? Judging from your huge smile, it is, she frowns her forehead and you chuckle. “Oh… maybe not?”
  • She gives this weird smile. “Yeah, my boss is a pain in the ass sometimes too.” how can you talk so easilly to a stranger? But she can’t stop listening to you, for some reason…
  • She would like to hear more, and talk more. Maybe venting to an outsider about how stressed she was would bring her some relief?
  • “Oh… speaking of the devil…” you fidget your walkie talkie on your hand. “Gotta go!”
  • Well… too bad! It wasn’r right now she would have the chance to vent. Gladly she does much more than that when you two meet again.


  • He heard about this aquarium getting closed and thought about investing in it.
  • He has his aquarium at home and… well, he really appreciates these creatures, he doesn’t like to think what could happen to the animals if the aquarium gets closed.
  • So he goes there to see what exactly he’s dealling with. And then he sees this diver surrounded by colorful seahorses.
  • It’s almost like a mirage, and this diver is apparently having lots of fun. Yes, working with something you love is really fulfilling.
  • “Hi! We’re… closed right now.” “I’m here to see the admnistrator, actualy.” “I’ll take you there, come on”
  • He’s a little uncomfortable about walking side by side with this woman all wet, aren’t you cold? “So… may I ask why do you want to see the boss?”
  • “Well, this is… I would rather not talk about it for now.” Yes, he shouldn’t be discusing this with one of the employees.
  • “Okay… just know we’re doing our best here, but it’s really hard to keep things in order with such a low budget, I’m saving up as much as I can with the seahorse’s food, for example and…”
  • “Don’t worry about it. Keep doing your best and it will pay off, I can guarantee.” “Okay, I guess…” he wanted to know more, what were your position here exactly, your name…
  • “Here you go, sir!” you patted his shoulder friendly and turned around.
  • He was impressed at how much you cared for this job and for the animals, if every employee was this hardworking, he would be more than happy to buy the place.
  • And he did, but you just got to know that when you went to his penthouse a couple of weeks later.


  • That was a weird mission, the thugs were getting more and more creative about places to do money laundering. An aquarium?
  • He wasn’t sure where to start looking, so he was just strolling around, looking for places he could infiltrate.
  • Then he saw this girl feeding the seals. Five of them all around you.
  • He couldn’t hold back a chuckle when he saw you doing this weird dance and the seals mimicking you.
  • You heard him chuckle and quickly turned around, looking straight at him and blushing. How… adorable!
  • “Hi! Can I help you?” “Oh… I’m… I’m from supervision, they sent me… to supervise?” WTF? He usually comes up with good stories, why couldn’t he lie properly staring at your curious face?
  • “So, uhm… about the seals. Are they getting the right treatment?” and you suddenly started talking about their feeding, their meds, even some biology jargons, it looked nothing like the girl who blushed before noticing she was being observed.
  • “Do you… like working here?” “Well, I… I’m a little worried about the new administration, but sure. I love this so much!” you eyes gleamed. Shit! Now he was the one blushing.
  • “About the new administration…” “I shouldn’t probably talk about this. Be careful on what you write on your report.” were you… worried for him? You didn’t even know him!
  • He knew he shouldn’t, but he really wanted to catch at least your name. Hell, now he was worried for you working for thugs! Was there nothing he could do to protect you?
  • Well, after the background check, he took the liberty to send your resumé to another aquarium, one with honest administrators. You didn’t remember sending any resumé to that place, so you knew it could only be his doing. Yes, even pushing you away like this at Rika’s apartment, you knew how much he cared about you…


  • He heard about the ice cream they were selling at this aquarium
  • But the restaurant there would open a little later, ugh… crap!
  • Well, since he’s here, why not take a look at what these children are making such a fuss about?
  • Then he sees you explaining to the kids about the starfishes and other animals at these interactive tanks.
  • “Be gentle, guys! Though it doesn’t show, they can feel everything!” he could see you were trying to be nice to the children, but you were more concerned about the animals.
  • “Yay! Now let’s take a look at the turtles?” they ran away from the tank.
  • “Why do they let animals like this for these brats to touch it?” “Well, it’s a… sensorial experience or… some bullshit like this.” Oh! Did you just swear? How feisty! “If you ask me, I think this is ridiculous and just stresses the animals, but… I don’t make the rules.”
  • “So why do you follow them?” “Well, isn’t it how society works?”
  • “What if there’s a place you don’t need to follow those rules?” “Well, this sound very utopic, but… I think it would be nice to me…and to the animals…”
  • Well, he couldn’t do much about the animals, but about you… did he just find his target to help him destroy RFA?
  • Yes, as he managed to hack into your phone, he knew! You were perfect to be taken to paradise!


  • He felt really inspired to take some pictures of this wonderful place with such wonderful creatures.
  • Well, he didn’t expect the most wondeful one to be a human.
  • He took pictures of this diver moving with the rays like they were all floating, it was amazing!
  • “My camera loves you… miss.” he took the initiative to talk to you when you came down, you looked puzzled, so he showed you the pictures.
  • “Oh, the rays are the fotogenic ones, actually.” “Yes, they move beautifully, it’s a shame I can’t really capture the whole movement of them.”
  • “Dude, are you kidding me? Look at this! You can feel the motion! It’s amazing! You’re… amazing!” and you blushed, he smiled softly, you were even more charming like this.
  • “Thank you, I’m just really lucky that sometimes I find just the right model.” “Oh yeah, the rays are great models!” he laughed, in addition to all of that, you were still funny? You were the amazing one here.
  • “You’re the guy they hired to take the promo pictures?” “Oh no, I’m just doing this for fun…” “So you’re a tourist?”
  • “I guess you can say that. Aren’t we all tourists when it comes to getting involved with these creatures?” “I don’t feel like a tourist around them.”
  • “Yes, you really look like one of them, look at this, it’s almost like a mermaid.” you blush furiously, and he grins, you’re definitely enchanting as a mermaid, at least.
  • He could talk to you all day if you let him, but then you got a call and ran without even saying goodbye. Well, maybe you two could meet up again one day? Who knows?
The Note

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Coffee. I need coffee. Those were the only thoughts running through my mind as I made my way to the local coffee shop near my house. I dragged myself out the car, grabbed my laptop and keys, and shut the door to lock it. I shoved the door to the coffee shop open, a bell ringing to notify the workers. “Morning (Y/N)! You want the usual?” The worker said to me. I was one of their regulars here. “Yes’m…please…” I mumble. The worker laughs to herself, “You got it!” As they start to brew my order, I make my way to my usual spot. The same old table tucked in the very back of the shop, next to the same old window, with the same old and convenient outlet that I plug my laptop into. Same as usu- wait. Something is different. That person, that man. He’s… sitting in my spot? My initial reaction was to get upset. How dare he take my seat? I was about to march over there and give him an earful, but I remembered that it was the morning, and I can’t think straight without my coffee. So, like a toddler, I grumpily stomp my way to the table directly next to it. Wrong table, next to a bland beige wall, without an outlet. Thankfully my laptop is charged. The worker kindly serves me my coffee, “Thank you so much.” I say, smiling sweetly at them. She nods back, returning to the counter. I took a few sips and sighed with relief. Time to start working.

After about an hour or so of doing my work, I started to feel eyes on me. Like someone was watching me. I looked around around to see, but there was no one. Only the man who was sitting in my spot. But, he was fully immersed in his book. It must be nothing. I decided I wanted some water, so I go up to ask for a cup. “Whatcha need, hun?” I walked up to the counter. “Um, a cup of water and… how about a cookie?” She smiles at me. “No problem.” I look around as I waited, until she handed me my order. “There you go!” I smile, “Thank you!” “Uh, (Y/N), I think that man just passed you a note?” The worker said, slightly amused. “Huh, that’s weird. Do you know who he is?” I say, curious. “He took my spot! I mean, I know its not mine but what I mean is nobody really likes to sit there because of where it is.” She nods, “He actually comes here pretty often. He’s really quiet, though.” I bob head as she talks. The worker starts to grin smugly. I raise one of my eyebrows, confused. “What?” She giggles, “Between you and me, He’s been looking at you all day. Nonstop!” I scrunch my eyebrows, “No way!” I say, blushing. “I’m serious! It’s kind of cute.” She leans in and whispers, “I think he has a crush on you.” I roll my eyes, “Yeah, right.” She smirks, “How about you go back to your table and see. I’m sure that note will tell you the same thing I said.” I laugh at how ridiculous she was sounding. “Yeah, yeah.” I smile at her again, “Well, thanks again!” I say, holding my water and cookie up. She nods, smiling. “Go find out what that note says!” I laugh sarcastically and walk away.

I make my way back to my seat. I couldn’t help but stare at the man as I walked back. He was still completely engulfed in his book. There’s no way he would pay any attention to me. I sit back back down. And the worker was right, there was a note. I pick it up and look over to the man again, who hadn’t even moved an inch. Confused, I decide to open the note up. I expected it to be a creepy and stereotypical, “Here’s my number, babe” with an awkward winky face, but I was actually pleasantly surprised.

It was poetry

The note read, “ The world just stops to admire your beauty. Your eyes shine like the moon on cool night…” I smiled to myself, blushing furiously. I look over to my right, and this time I actually caught a glimpse of this face. It seemed as if he was looking over at me, but the second I turned my head he jerked his head back to face his book. I turn back to the note, smiling again. The man then stood up and made his way into the bathroom. I quickly turned the note over to the blank side. Pen. I need a pen, damn it. I scrambled through my bag, thankfully I found one. After scribbling it on my hand to get the pen to work, I wrote back, “ You locked up my heart, Displayed for me to see like art…” I quickly threw the note onto his table, and it landed right on his book. A minute or so after, he return and sits back down. I hear him open the note, and I smile. I didn’t look at him, but I can feel him looking at me. Then, I hear him grabbing another piece of paper and ripping off a piece. He writes something else. This time, he gently put it on my table while I was pretending to do stuff on my laptop. I looked up to meet his eyes, but he was already looking away before I could. I opened the note as my heart was racing, “ Your hair flows like majestic sea.. Smile shines bright like diamonds…” I let out a small giggle. This time I knew he was looking at me, so I looked back at him and smiled. He seemed a little frightened, I guess he didn’t expect me to look at him that time, but he smiled back sheepishly. I tapped my pen on my chin as I looked up, thinking of how I was going to respond. When I finally thought of something, I wrote it down, “Taking your words to heart? Truly…” I folded the paper, and turned to my right. He was looking at his book once again, but I decided to be brave and tap his shoulder. He looked and started to blush. I giggle, and hand him the note. He takes it in his hands and smiles. I look away and pretend to go back to my work.

We continue like this for a while, giggling and smiling at eachother. We haven’t spoken a word to each other, though. “I’m curious. Your name?…” I write to him. He writes back, “Namjoon. Will you allow me the pleasure of knowing yours?…” Smiling to myself once again, although I’ll be honest my smile never left the second we started passing notes, I mustered up all my courage and turned to him, “(Y/N). My name is (Y/N)” He looks up, slightly startled. But his surprised look quickly turns into a warm smile. “It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N).” He holds his hand out to me and we shake hands. “Do you come by here often?” I ask him. He nods, “Yeah, it’s nice and quiet here. And the coffee isn’t too bad either.” I giggle. I look down at my watch. My heart sank. Oh god, I really need to go, but… “Is everything alright?” Namjoon asks, a little worried. “Yeah, uh… I’m sorry I feel so bad for doing this but I really need to go now. I’m late actually.” I say, sighing. “Oh… I’m sorry, then you should go.” I look up at him sadly. His eyes wander back to his book that was now closed as his face is overcome with disappointment. I feel terrible, I really don’t want to leave… 

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head.

“Namjoon, you said you come here often right? Do you think you’ll be here tomorrow?” He looks at me, a smile spreading on his face once again. “Yeah, I was planning on coming back here around the same time.” I nod, smiling as I gathered my things. I walked up to him, “You think you can save me a seat tomorrow, then?” I say as I gently place a friendly on his shoulder. He looks up at me, “Y-yeah! Of course!” He laughs awkwardly. I laugh at his awkwardness, “Okay, Namjoon. I’ll see you tomorrow. I promise!” I begin to walk towards the door, “O-okay! See you then!” I look back at him and grin, “See you!” I approach the door. I manage to glance at the worker before I left, and she winked at me. I rolled my eyes and smiled as I walked out the door.

I unlocked my car, and plopped myself behind the wheel. I let out a long sigh followed by a big goofy grin on my face.

Man, I love coffee.

Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading! ♡

-Kat ღ

These Hands of Mine

Originally posted by eme-themeatball

Chris Evans x reader

Imagine: you are Chris Evans wife and are apart of the avengers cast


A/n: Dude, Chris has got some beautiful eyelashes. Has anyone else noticed that?  Why does everyone else seem to be so majestic while i’m a lil potato stuck on a train?????

Genre: Romance, Humor

Rated: Everyone

Warning: swearing

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines

You were sitting in your husbands lap, back to his chest, messing around with his hands. You were exhausted and the scene that your friends were shooting was the last one before everyone got to relax. You looked down at Chris’s hands and traced the veins and lines, Chris watching from behind you. You smiled softly when Chris started to sing into your neck. He was singing nothing in particular and you laughed when he sang.’ain’t nobody gonna steal my woman, or i’ll sock it right to them’ You both giggled and Robert looked over at you two.

“Uh, someone separate these two please. Too much cuteness might melt my face off and i need my face.”

Scarlett looked over and rolled her eyes at Robert.

“Leave the two alone, Robert. They’re just responding to mating season. It is spring.”

You laughed and replied to her comment with ‘Meow’. Hemsworth shook his head and face-palmed, a small smile on his face while he muttered.

“God save us all.”

chris and you giggled and Chris whispered in your ear.


You laughed and turned your head to him, kissing him softly. Before he could react, you pulled away and Chris huffed.

“That was so unfair on so many levels.”

You shrugged and started playing his his hand again. You froze when Mark stated, trying to keep a straight face.

“I’m surprised they’re not fucking like bunnies though if it’s mating season.”

You retorted.

“Because we’re not bunnies. We’re cat-dog. Mewoof.”

Everyone chuckled and Chris pulled his hands away. You gasped and pouted, crossing your arms.

“Give me a real kiss and i’ll give my hands back.”

You turned to him and narrowed your eyes. Chris just grinned at you and you kissed him, his hands returning to your hips slowly. Robert made gagging noises and Tom just rolled his eyes at Robert, hitting the back of his head.


YOI Ficlet: No Genie Required

Oh look, instead of finishing the fic I started working on last month, I churn out this ficlet instead. Grr.

   Wiping a chilled sweat that had formed on his forehead, Yuuri stepped back to admire his hard work. He had been in St. Petersburg for a little over a month but never really had the time to fully explore the apartment. When he first arrived, his stomach was full of raging butterflies. Setting foot inside Viktor’s apartment was like stepping into a pleasant dream he never wanted to wake up from. Sure, it was nowhere near as cosy as Hasetsu but knowing that he was starting a new life with Viktor by his side, Yuuri would not give it up for the world. Soon enough, it was no longer “Viktor’s Apartment” seen only on the glossy pages of Men’s Fitness Special Issue: Getting Up Close & Personal With World Champion Viktor Nikiforov. It was Viktor and Yuuri’s.

     Due to Viktor’s hasty departure to Hasetsu, the apartment was not left in the proper condition for prolonged inoccupancy (really, how much premium did Viktor have to pay in home insurance to have left it for so long?! At least cover the furniture with the sheets or something, Viktor!); it ended up collecting dust and developing a smell so musty that they had gone to a hotel the first few nights in the city, returning only after having recovered from jetlag (which Viktor insisted he didn’t suffer but slept like a baby for over 10 hours anyway). Even after running multiple air purifiers for four days straight, bits and pieces of the smell never really went away and both of them didn’t have enough time to do anything else. Finally allowed two whole days of weekend off, Yuuri took the liberty of wiping all nooks and cranny of the apartment in an attempt to cast the musty smell into oblivion once and for all.

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anonymous asked:

What do you think are the 104th squad's favorite animals?

This is going to be more of a modern au, just because there aren’t many animals they could be exposed to in canon!

Eren: Otters. Otters never fail to make Eren smile. They’re just so zany and adorable and make him so happy.

Mikasa: Dolphins. She loves the fact that they look cute and adorable, but will also body slam predators that go after their young. She also just loves how smart they are and that it looks like they’re smiling all the time.

Armin: Birds. All birds. They make him feel calm and safe, happy too. Everything from little sparrows and pigeons and ducks he sees everyday, to cockatoos and flamingos and those beautiful exotic birds, Armin loves them all. He loves all the birbs.

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George Weasley Imagine Going To Hogwarts

The two children ran down the platform, their faces red and their breathing rapid. You smiled and squeezed George’s hand, as the two of you followed them down the station. Your youngest child was following behind, slightly overwhelmed by the large crowds. 

“Don’t run into the wrong wall!” George called after them, as they ran towards the entrance to the right platform. You chuckled and rolled your eyes at him. 

“You say that every year.” He grinned and pecked your lips. 

“One day they’ll get it wrong and you’ll all thank me.” George replied smugly and you scoffed, as the two of you ran through the wall to platform 9 ¾. The train stood majestically and you weaved through the crowds, to find your children.

“Fred, Molly, you need to stop running off.” You scolded, but with a sad smile. They rolled their eyes and you wondered when they’d gotten so big. Your youngest tugged on your hand and you looked down at him. 

“What’s wrong Arthur?” You asked him, crouching down to his level and he looked over at the train. 

“When can I go to Hogwarts?” He asked quietly and you gave him a soft smile. 

“Not for a few years sweetheart, but you will go one day, I promise.” His face lit up with a smile and you stood up, linking your hand with George’s. You knew he always thought about his brother when you were there.

“You ok?” You whispered quietly and he nodded before pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Yeah, I’m good.” As he responded, people started climbing into the train carriages and you took a deep breath. It never seemed to get easier saying goodbye. Fred hugged you first and then Molly hugged you. 

“Don’t get into any trouble.” You eyed them, knowing that they’d inherited George’s mischievous nature. George chuckled and mumbled something to them, which made them laugh. You smiled, as they boarded the train and sat by the window, waving as they departed. 

“Let’s go back home love.” George placed his hand on your back and guided you out of the station. 

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Eroding away

‘So what’s the plan for today?’, he asked as he entered the kitchen, yawning.
'Let’s go to the mountains dad, we haven’t been there in quite some time’, his son replied almost instantly.
'Alright son, you’re the boss these days’, he replied smiling and went to make his breakfast.

Preparing themselves with the trekking gear, the father and son got ready to go to the mountains.

It was an hour long drive to the base, from where the terrain began and he could see his son was thoroughly looking forward to another adventure filled day with him.

He was thinking about what life lesson he will teach his son today, in the mountains. This was a part of their outing; the experience and then the learning.

They got to the camp and taking out their gear they readied themselves for the trek.

Among the mountains they went and got surrounded by the trees, occasionally feeling the sun’s rays reaching them from among the leaves. It was a beautiful sight and he knew his son was having the time of his life.

'You know son, we are here in the mountains and we have trees that surround us, but can you see there, in the distance where there is a part of the mountain with no trees?’

'No dad, I can’t see, I’m too short’, his son replied.

Lifting his son like Mufasa in Lion King, he said, 'Can you see now?’
'Do you know why is it like this, or why should there be trees on the mountains?’

'No dad, but I can bet trees make the mountains look even more majestic and serene’, he was only 10 and yet his vocab was better than his own, he smiled.

'Well son, let me explain. You see these trees, they have their roots in the soil upon which we are walking, and these hold back the soil from eroding away. So if it rains, the water flows down the mountain because of steepness and since soil is held back it is not easily eroded away, however if the trees are cut down then there is nothing to hold back the soil, and hence it gets eroded away when it rains. Now this has adverse consequences too, you see the landslides are also often caused by this, not all but sometimes.’

'Wow dad this sounds so interesting.’

'Now son let me relate this with our lives, you see we get angry quite often when things don’t go our way, like you get angry too when you ask for something and you don’t get it, and we sometimes compose ourselves to keep our anger in check. So these trees are like composure holding back on our anger from eroding away and causing havoc. And if we don’t have composure, our anger will erode away leading to sometimes extreme results, also causing landslides which in this case will be loss of our character.’

'Wow dad, all this is so very intriguing, I guess I’ll always try to remember this whenever I get angry.’

- AA

anonymous asked:


He would have looked so majestic and amazing vaulting that fence with a huge smile on his face 😭

My knight

Loras Tyrell

Tension, jealousy, desire, smut, fluff

Fandom : Game of Thrones

Request : “Hey, can you do a Loras Tyrell imagine? Like, he’s in love with you and you guys end up having sex and please do it fluffy and yeah lol! thank you i love your blog”

Word count : 788

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Mommy Dearest

Originally posted by personal-interest-in-you

Characters: Crowley x Reader

Word Count: 1322

Summary: While wallowing in the bottom of a glass of wine, you meet a sweet-talking Devil who helps comfort you with a night of smut.  

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Some Angst, Some Fluff, Drinking

A/N:  Maybe don’t have sex with the King of Hell when you’re drunk and emotionally vulnerable.  Or do…idk…I guess I would.  This has been ratting around my mind for a while because Crowley’s relationship with Rowena really resonates with me. 

“Bad day in the universe?”  You glanced sideways at the man at the bar beside you.  British accent.  Interesting. You hesitated before taking another drink of your glass of wine.  

“I guess you could say that,” you said with a shrug.  

"now, what’s got someone has pretty as you so distressed.” He chuckled.

“Do you have a few hours?”  You said rolling your eyes.

“I’ve got all night.”  He raised a finger and ordered another round of drinks.  "I’ve been told I’ve been a very good listener.“  

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Thieves Among Us (1/5)

Let Jon have his armies and his devoted wildlings and the love of their people, she thinks. Let him have his dragon queen. She’s in possession of a secret, tragic as it may be, but at least it’s entirely her own. For Sansa, that’s more than enough. It has to be. Rated M; inspired by content from S7.

“You’ll attend the banquet, won’t you?” Lady Karstark asks, as the subtlety is brought out and presented before the King in the North and the Queen of the South—a sugary rendition of a dragon and a direwolf, likely the work of a talented southron pastry master that had tailed along with everyone else in the Northern March. With so many bodies in and around Winterfell nowadays, Sansa can’t even imagine if there’s anybody left in King’s Landing, though she knows that’s not true. Still, she imagines how eerie it is, the idea of the royal capital completely devoid of people. The silence alone would be frightening, she thinks, when she can still remember the claustrophobic roar of voices and sounds that had echoed in between the tight streets she had ran through, desperate to escape the men who had been all too eager to get a piece of the nobility they so detested.

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THE TALK - TBS Prompt#6969

On phone so I can’t do a read more, sorry. For you, anon:


Pink-polished nails curled around the handle of a black Body Shoppe bag, a small smile curving over red lips as heels clicked onto the floor.

“Thank you, Finn. You’re…always so helpful!”

The girl blushed just a bit and looked down, nervous as she said her goodbye.

“N-no problem! I hope I’ll see you soon - I mean! I mean I hope you come back soon!” Finny fumbled over his own words and blushed himself, his hand awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to keep composure.

Little did the blond know that he was being carefully watched from not too far away, the light fluttering of velvet curtains barely giving away the peeping tom.

Ciel clenched the fabric as a blue eye glared at the girl, his thin body hiding behind the wall of the other side. So many emotions were rushing through him, and when he continued to stalk his coworker he balled his hands into fists and nodded like his comrade was doing a good job.

“Reel her in baby come on you got her hooked just yank her fine ass into your boat.”

All of a sudden the male felt heavy hands on his hips, and when a rough whack against his ass was delivered he held in a grunt and quickly turned around.

“Stop it, stupid!”

Sebastian gave him a violent thrust of a greeting and he smiled and blanketed his boyfriend’s smaller back, leaning over him and wondering what the male was so intently watching.

“Who are you spying on now?”

“Shh get your dick off me I’m watching the mating habits of sraight people here. So interesting. So beautiful. So majestic.”

Sebastian nuzzled into Ciel’s jaw as his eyes turned to look at the fumbling couple by the register, intentionally squashing their cheeks together as he stared.

“Hmm. That girl only comes here when Finny’s working. She likes him.”

Ciel squeezed their faces even harder against one another as his eye widened when the girl leaned over the counter to give the blond a hug.

“Holy shitballs did you see that?!”

“She wants him. Bad.”

“Oh my god what do we do what do we do?!”

Sebastian rolled his cheek to quickly kiss Ciel on his mouth, and he lightly spanked the male on the ass before straightening his back.

“It was bound to happen. I always told him he needs to get a girlfriend sooner or later.”

The curtain whipped back into place as Ciel couldn’t take the sight any longer, a determined huff escaping his lips as he turned around to face his man.

“It’s time, Sebastian.”

“Time for what?”

“Our little boy is growing up. He needs to know the ways of the world, of life and love!”

Sebastian humored his boyfriend and fervently nodded as if Ciel was so right in everything he was saying. With a fold of his arms and a serious stare he closed his eyes and sighed, brows curving seriously.

“We must give him the talk.”

“Yes!” Ciel jumped in place excitedly and grabbed both of his boss’ hands, tightly lacing their fingers together. “You always know exactly what I’m thinking. We’re such good parents, aren’t we?”

“Only the best.”

“Hooahh!” Ciel made some kind of indecipherable squeaking sound and released the hands, composing himself and instantly turning his happy expression into a scary scowl.

“Oh?” Sebastian couldn’t help but smile at how serious Ciel was about this new conquest. “Are we going with the stern parenting this time?”

“Ugh, I don’t know!” Ciel smiled and then frowned and then opened his mouth and acted like he was overjoyed, only to wipe it all away with an angry glare. “Which to choose?!”

“I like the normal smile. You know Finny gets scared when you look angry.”

“Yeah but I AM angry! I don’t want him to grow up, I don’t want him sticking his dick into things yet!”

“This is what happens when you have children. It’s an inevitibility.”

“Well I hate it!” Ciel huffed and peered through the curtains when he heard the girl walk out of the shop. “Let’s just keep adopting babies and give them away when they turn that frightful age of twelve.”

“Yes, that sounds very reasonable and moral. You’ll make such a good father.”

Ciel smiled sarcastically and whipped right through the curtains, his focus now on that blushing boy behind the register.

Sebastian followed close behind, and they walked right on up to the blond and stopped about two feet in front of him, the glass counter standing between the couple and the coworker.

Finny desperately tried to compose himself, but the intimidation of the two couldn’t be ignored.

“W-what’s up guys?!”

“What’s up he says.” Ciel scoffed to his man and looked up at him, the older agreeing like the good husband he was. “Pft, get a load of this guy - can you believe it, baby?”


“Acting like nothing happened Finn. You know who knows what’s up? WE DO! WE KNOW WHAT IS IN FACT - UP.”

“We INVENTED up.” Sebastian added for effect.

“Agh oh god! What did I do?! I only meant what’s up like how’s it going I didn’t mean to upset you guys!”

“I think he’s still pondering what’s up, Sebastian. Why don’t you CLARIFY it for him, HMM?!”

“Oh we will tell you what’s up young man.” Sebastian’s voice was calm and stern as he switched to full-blown dad-mode just for Ciel, his eyes narrowing as he spoke. “It’s so far up there’s no bringing it back down again, is there?”

“What…what are you guys talking about?! I’m so confused!”

“What are we talking about he says. The nerve of this guy - you playing pigeon, son? HUH?!”

“I don’t know what any of that means!”

“Oh so you suddenly don’t know about anything we’re saying huh?” Ciel nodded like he knew a thing or two about parenting when he in fact knew nothing. “Baby you tell him what we’re talking about.”

Sebastian folded his arms over his chest and lifted his chin, his dominance now profound and fatherly.

“We’re talking about what we just witnessed here, Finnian. Don’t think we weren’t watching you.”

“Yeah - FINNIAN!” Ciel mimicked his boyfriend’s stance and huffed. “Care to tell us what all that FLIRTING was about?!”

“F-flirting?! I didn’t even, I mean, I just…I…”

“I, I, I, I!! So many eyes he’s like a fuckin’ spider over here!” Ciel gave himself a mental reward for the joke and continued.

“We saw you blushin’ up the whole damn store don’t deny it!”

“I wasn’t I swear! I was just talking to a customer!”

“Oh so THAT’S what they call it these days.” Sebastian tsk-tsk’d his way back into the conversation and reprimanded the boy with the lift of a firm eyebrow. “First it’s talking and what next - sexing in my own store?”

Ciel almost lost it.

“Huh? No! Never ever! I would never sex anywhere!”

“Yeah sooner or later they’ll be fucking like rabbits in the back!”

“Ciel, please.” Sebastian softly plopped his forearm over his boyfriend’s chest as if holding him back. “You’ll startle him.”


“AHhh! I’m sorry I’m sorry she’s just a customer and she’s really nice and pretty and we like the same things and oh my god did I do something wrong I’m so so sorry I didn’t mean to please don’t fire me!”

The shop fell silent, no other customers around, only the glare of three eyes silently screaming at a frantic Finny.

“Finn let me ask you something.” Ciel’s voice grew calmer and he unfolded his arms to plant his palms flat on the counter, leaning in menacingly as he whispered out his question.

“Have you ever fucked a pussy out before?”

The blond’s face exploded into red and he shook his head so fast it was only a blur.

“No! No sir never oh god!”

“That’s what I thought.” Ciel quickly glanced at Sebastian, loving their little routine. “You think the same thing, baby?”

“Oh I’ve had it up to here with thinking about it.”

“Damn straight.” Ciel eyed the boy up and down and lifted both of his hands in the air, now smiling as he made it seem like everything was copacetic.

“Well! No use denying those RAGING hormones of yours, right? They are raging, aren’t they?”

“I don’t know!”

“I’d say they’re more like…floating. Floating hormones.” Sebastian smiled at the boy, solidifying his stance as the good cop.

“Floating? FLOATING?” Ciel dramatically threw his shoulders against his boyfriend’s chest and placed the back of his hand onto his forehead as if he were about to faint. “Those are the worst kind!”

“My hormones aren’t floating Ciel I promise you! They’re….they’re normal! You have nothing to be worried about!”

As if raised right from the depths of hell Ciel whipped his body off of Sebastian and slammed his hands back down onto the glass, an evil grin on his lips.

“Well then. Looks like you’re in luck - your dads are here to teach you a thing or two, aren’t we pup-pup?”

Sebastian curled his lip at the pet-name, his fatherly stance falling from his body language.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What it’s cute.”

“It’s not cute it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid, you’re stupid!”

“You’re stupider.”

“That’s not a word!”

“Look it up in the dictionary. There’ll be a picture of your face under it.”

“Ooo! Bring that one back from the playground?!”

“You know it.”

“ANYWAY” Ciel fake-laughed his way out of that one and looked back towards Finny. “We’re here to talk about women. I’m the only one in this room who has ACTUALLY sexed one up before, so I’ll take the lead.”

“It’s…you don’t have to Ciel I work here I know how women-”

“BEHOLD THE VAGINA.” Ciel extended his arms out like Moses showing off the ten commandments, a little holy ‘ahhhhhh’ escaping his throat for dramatic effect. “WE MUST NOT BE SWAYED BY SUCH MYSTERY! Alas I have the key to unlock that treasure chest of female nether regions YES! I HAVE THAT KNOWLEDGE!”

The one-eyed male glanced over to Sebastian for affirmation and the man rubbed his chin with one hand and gestured for Ciel to continue with the other

“By all means, please continue. You’re being so informitive even I’m intrigued.”

“Oh shut up. Finn look…this is a vagina.” Ciel slapped his hands together, his thumbs pointing downward to get that pussy-feel to them. “Now when you uh…when you…see what happens is your face goes here and…aheh.”

“Go on - teach him how to eat it out.” Sebastian chimed in, hiding his laughter with a fist. “Properly, now.”

“Suck a dick!” Ciel fumed and shot his man a spiteful glare before turning back to the blond. “Okay first thing you gotta do is spread the lips. Just like, boop-boop they kinda open up you know when you cut that slice with your fingers.”


“I know, right. That’s why I like dick. Anyway. So see inside there’ll be the hole you’ll be blastin’ off into fuckin’ outer space with your cock, and also the famed clit. Now don’t go right for the clit first but just give it some broad licks from fuck-hole to piss-hole.”

“Oh my god!”

“I can’t believe you just said that.” Sebastian ran his hand over his face in embarrassment and tried to compose himself. “Your mother’s going to hear about this - I’m calling Rachel when I get home.”

“What?! Okay I’M SORRY EVERYONE for calling it a fuck-hole! I just don’t know the proper terminology for fucking vagina parts, god burn me on a fucking cross already!”

“You’re going to hell.” Sebastian leaned over and gave Ciel a quick kiss on his lips before letting him speak again. “There’s no saving you.”

“Blaaa!” Ciel stuck out his tongue like the anti-christ and shook his head, startling a poor Finny.

“You guys are making sex scary!”

“You bet your sweet ass it’s scary.” The one-eyed male composed himself and got back to the point. “Okay, maybe I came off a little strong. But eating a chick out is part of foreplay you know, you’ll have to do it sooner or later.”

“What does…” Finny looked down in embarassment and blushed even more if you could believe it. “What does it taste like?”

Finny looked up at Ciel. Ciel looked at Sebastian. Sebastian looked back to Finny. Ciel widened his eye like a crazy person as the tension in the room thickenned.

“Y-you mean you’ve never tried it Ciel?”

“Yeah Ciel, I thought you were the expert.” Sebastian smiled. “Grace us with your experience in fine dining.”

“BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP. Okay everyone shut their fucking mouth-holes I got an idea.” Ciel dug into his front pocket and whipped out his phone, knocking his head back and smiling as he swiped his thumb all over the surface.

The device was put on speaker and the three drew into the cell as it held the answer to all their questions.

“Hey Ciel!”

Finny and Sebastian looked at one another when they realized it was Mey, and the blond shook his head from side to side because he wanted nothing to do with this.

“Baby heyyy, how’s everything? Parent’s doing good? Hey what does pussy taste like?”


"Vagina. Can you tell me what it tastes like?”

“How the fuck should I know I don’t eat pussy you fucking moron!”

“Uh yeah but like…you have one. You must have tried it sometime.”

“WHAT?! I have not!”

“Yes you have. Just like every guy has sampled his own cum chicks do the same. We also see how close we can get to sucking our own dicks but that’s another conversation.”

“Ugh you’re sick. Why do you want to know this shit anyway?”

“Scientific research?”

Ciel covered the phone for a second and nodded to his boys like he had her in the palm of his hand.

“Baby, come on. You can tell me. I bet you taste sweet.”

“God I fucking hate you, you know that? FINE. I tried it ONCE okay.”

Ciel held out his hand and Sebastian slapped him a low-five for his efforts and the three men all huddled into the phone like the meaning of life was about to be uttered.

“I’m all ears.”

“It’s uh…like, how would I describe it. Fluidy stuff. Not like cum which is bleachy and bitter it’s just kinda…neutral um, skin tasting?”

All three of their faces fell flat and Ciel rolled his only eye.

“Skin tasting. Wow, Mey. You’re really good at describing shit.”

“Eat my ass you bitch!”

Sebastian let out a low laugh of a breath and the phone soon errupted into hysterics.

“WHAT WAS THAT?! Ciel…am I on fucking SPEAKER?!”



“Chill princess it’s just Finn and my man. If Bard were here he would have blown his load all over the walls after hearing that.”


“Thaanks baby for not being any help. You’re dead to me, over.”


Ciel hung up on the girl mid-insult and shoved his phone back into his pocket as he sighed and looked at the two.

“You know what we can skip the pussy eating. Girls probably hate that shit anyway, right Sebastian?”

“Doubt it.”

“Okay! On to lesson two, my favorite lesson!”

“Ciel I don’t need anymore lessons I think I’m fine with what I already know!”

“Heavy petting was invented by cave people. They used it to communicate with one another and all that fancy shit. But today it’s an intrigal part of making sex. HOW does one heavy pet you ask? Why I’ll show you with the help of my lovely assistant!”

Sebastian lifted his chin and winked at Finny, causing the blond to blurt out a nervous gasp. Ciel lauged and forced his boyfriend’s hips to face his own, their bodies barely a foot apart.

“See when you guys are getting all hot and heavy you put her hand on your dick like this.” Ciel grabbed his boyfriend by the wrist and forced his heavy palm onto his crotch. “And then push it all around your junk, see. Grab the balls, but never squeeze - rule of thumb.”

“No, no. That’s not right.” Sebastian corrected Ciel and grabbed his hand, scooping the male’s digits right under his dick so he could really feel it. “You have to be gentle yet forceful. Make sure she squeezes softly - show him, Ciel.”

“Softly, softly yes.” Ciel rubbed his man in careful circles, swallowing when he started to feel that crazy thing thicken. A blue orb rolled up to Sebastian’s lidded eyes, and the hand that rested on his own dick started moving as well.

“Is this soft enough for you, baby?”

“Not as soft as your insides.”

“Uh…um, y-you…you guys.” Finny gulped. “I think I get it you don’t have to continu-”

“See Finn. If she’s touching your dick like this then she’ll let you touch her dick too.”

“But! But girls don’t have di-”

“Make sure you get her nice and hot. Warm her up first and she’ll get….ah god.” Ciel gasped out a small moan as his boyfriend mauled his waist, slamming their chests into one another as both of their hands jerked up and down.

“She’ll get so wet for you you’ll have to lap her up.” Sebastian could feel the mound he was squeezing dampen right at the tip, and he leaned down and lewdly licked Ciel’s throat because he just couldn’t take it anymore. The hot tongue rolled over the flesh and the older lost it the second he sampled the skin.

“Stop it you guys I’m right here!” The blond tried so hard to plead yet he was rudely ignored, the couple clearly in their own world now, boner city, population two.

Once that warm muscle slid over his Adam’s apple, Ciel lifted his chin and started breathing into his boyfriend’s ear, kissing it and sucking on the lobe as his face blushed right up.

Finny’s eyes widened at the sight, never once seeing Ciel so overtaken with lust, so submissive and eager. The boy swallowed hard and let his eyes shamelessly trace the way Ciel’s spine curved as he was being held.

Those thin hips, the soft swell of his ass, Ciel was sexy indeed and not even a straight Finny could ever deny it.

Sebastian let his eyes slide over to the blond and he noticed the way Finny was blatantly staring. A surge of jealousy overtook the man and he whacked his palm against Ciel’s ass with his free hand and groped him hard and messy, those long digits pushing into the flesh.

“L-like that, pet me harder.” Ciel was practically hanging off of his man now, one arm slung around his neck and the other desperately working the inside of Sebastian’s thigh to feel the thick mass between his legs.

“Only if you grab it like you want it.” Sebastian whispered onto the throat and felt those hands frantically squeeze his cock up and down in response.

“I want it. I fucking want it inside me right now I’ll do anything.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“I said I’ll do anything! P-please, Sebastian. Ah god, mm!”

Sebastian smirked as he looked at Finny and he grabbed his man possessively, smelling the nape of Ciel’s neck as he spoke to the blond.

“You know they’re ripe for fucking when they beg for it.” The man’s orbs slid back down to his boyfriend and he stared right into that eye he couldn’t get enough of. “Isn’t that right?”

Ciel was a complete mess as hips swayed, the two grinding into one another as their mouths were only inches apart. He nodded submissively and breathed hard, agreeing with everything Sebastian spoke as their lips barely brushed over one another.

“I love you, oh god - I love y-” Ciel’s face blushed hard and he shut his eye tight when a hot tongue slipped right into his mouth, the couple finally tasting one another.

“N-no! No no stop you guys PLEASE I’m begging oh-oh god stop it!” Finny’s words nervously fumbled out of his mouth, and he shut his eyes tight when Ciel released a breathy moan so sexy his heart started to race the very second it hit his ears.

“I’m…I’m going home early GOODBYE!” The blond practically grew wings and soared over the counter, spooked right out of his wits as his shoes hit the floor, racing towards the exit.

When Finny heard the sudden thunk of bodies slapping down onto the floor he muffled his own ears with the palms of his hands and ran like crazy, bolting out of the shop with tears in his eyes, the door smacking hard as it opened and then whacked back shut.

“Waaagh I can’t take this anymore I’m dying a virgin!!”


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Hello everyone I’d like to thank you all who read and liked my last imagine I could never expect so many notes on my first one :o it made me really happy so here’s another one, enjoy!!

Castiel does know how to make you feel in heaven. The only problem is that he never gets tired - not after human acts like what you’ve just done. He covers you in kisses and sometimes sugests to do it again but you just can’t, you give too much of yourself to love and pleasure him. So does he, but always taking care to not hurt his “fragile” and beautiful Y/N.
Of course you hate when someone calls you fragile, but when it’s with Cas it leads to a pillow fight.
This night specially, Cas didn’t say anything, only pulled you really close, kissed your nose and stroked your back in silence for a while.
You looked deeply into his big blue eyes and he opened a smile when felt that you were a bit nervous.
“Cas?” You said after some time.
“Yes, love” He replied stroking your naked body.
“You said… I’m the only human who can see your wings” You started.
“That’s true.” He said a little uncomfortable.
“Then why you don’t let them…out? Do they annoy you?”
“No” He laughed. “I’m used to them it’s been millions of years.”
You laughed too then looked at his naked chest running your fingers through it.
“Why you ask?” He insisted.
“I don’t know I just…” You blushed a little and continued focusing on his chest. “I think they are the most beautiful thing and sometimes wish I could see them more times not only by accident.”
He thought about it for a while. Castiel was not comfortable with you seeing his wings, when he was with you he wanted to be as human as possible, but he also would do anything for you so suddenly you heard a smooth noise and when you looked up there was a pair of big black majestic wings and you couldn’t get your eyes off it because they were so wonderful, but you felt Cas looking at you with a worried expression.
“Y/N doesn’t that scare you?”
“Not at all! I love them” You smiled so much at your angel. “I cannot dislike anything about you, I love you by who you are Cas…I’m so happy I can see the real you.”
Castiel opened a huge smile and wrapped his wings around you. That was definitely an angel hug and it felt like the best thing ever… they were softly rubbing your back, giving you shivers but at the same time you felt so cozy and you could say you felt at home.
“Wait a minute…” You said when your mind got back in place after all those feelings. “Why would that scare me? I’m a hunter I’ve seen some really weird things”
“Because” He joked. “You’re all girly and fragile and…”
“ENOUGH!” You said getting your pillow ready.
“Drop your soft weapon down and no one gets hurt! Well I don’t know how a pillow can hurt someone but I saw that on a movie and…” Castiel says confusing himself about human traditions again, but before he can finish you hit him in the head.
“Y/N!” Said Cas as he grabbed your wrists and pushed you in bed so you fell and he laid above you.
“I should have mentioned that using angel abilities is prohibited…” You said smiling then when you look behind him you see the wings moving and God that turns you on… You realized you were staring at his wings open mouthed for a while and blushed. Of course he noticed. You search for his eyes but they didn’t meet yours. At the same time you were drooling for his wings he was for your body…
“Alright let’s forget this fight.” You say with a cheeky smile.
He looks at you the same way knowing the plans you have in mind.
“I want a round 2 but this time you keep the wings…”

Originally posted by mishkacas

Lumos ~ Chapter 1

Summary-  supernatural!dan, high school au. Phil is sent to a boarding school to help improve his education and while he is there he meets Dan, who is an arrogant bastard but is a lot more than he seems underneath…

Genre- everythINg idek

Word Count- 1,681

a/n: wow okay so i’ve started another long chaptered fic, but i decided to go a little supernatural ^^ i really hope you like it, feedback would be very much appreciated :o 

A wave of nerves hit Phil as he got out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him. The main cause of the butterflies in his stomach- and his slightly shaking hands- was because the sight before him was one that made him considerably nauseous.

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celestialqueenofdragons  asked:

Hey hey hey can I get a request of the RFA When they go ice skating with MC?

!!! I was so excited to answer this you have no idea. (thank u so much for the ask!!)

- he’d be so excited but so clumsy
- he has the cutest winter gear!! a comfy beanie and cute LOLOL themed mittens
- he’s excitedly grabbing MC by the hands and tugging them onto the ice with him
- and it’s all fun and games until he loses his balance and starts to fall
- and he grabs MC to help catch himself
- but only ends up dragging them down with him
- they’re in a tangled heap on the ground but it’s okay because he’s fussing over them and laughing nervously and he’s blushing and awww

- manages to look stylish and put together even in puffy winter clothes. how does he do it
- ??? how is he not a professional figure skater??
- so majestic, so graceful
- he’s so romantic about skating with them too. offers his hand, smiles warmly at them. “may i have this dance?”
- twirls MC around until they’re dizzy
- MC can’t skate? no problem, zen’s got you, doing all the work for MC by holding their hands and leading them
- catches them when they wobble and encourages them !! so sweet

- she’d probably not be a fan of cold weather
- i can see her all bundled up with a scarf wrapped around her mouth, black earmuffs with matching gloves
- she’d be so nervous at first!!!
- MC reassures her and leads her onto the ice
- she explains that she hasn’t done this in a very long time
- but!!! she’s so good!!! and MC can see her becoming more and more confident as they go
- she ends up being the one leading MC, smiling and laughing

- at first he’s totally against going on the ice
- but then he sees MC get on the ice and wobble a little and he has a very sudden change of heart
- he’s like…. casually good at ice skating, he knows how but really doesn’t have much interest in fancy tricks
- he’d be fussing over MC so much, making sure that they’re wearing the proper clothing!! “i told you to bring gloves. why didn’t you bring gloves?”
- every time MC looks even remotely close to losing their balance he swoops in, steadying them

- if there’s snow he is going to start a snowball fight
- he’s also going to drag MC onto the ice with him, but he won’t let them fall…….. probably
- takes their hands and makes them dance with him!!
- surprisingly graceful
- grabs MC by the waist and remakes that one scene from Titanic
- you know which scene i’m talking about
- challenges everyone and anyone to a race
- zoom

Sterek Fic-not-Fic

I want you to imagine.

Years from now. Beacon Hills is not such an Hellmouth anymore. Lives have been lost, dreams have shattered, curses have run their course, and blood, so much blood and pain and tears have tainted the streets. A time of relative peace has come, with Scott looking over his town as a just, but powerful Alpha.
Stiles and Derek are together - lovers, soulmates, happy enough to burst. Then one day, a Witch comes into town.
She could be a malevolent witch, or a benignant one. She might tease the BH pack, or bless them, or fight them and put them to their knees, I don’t know, and at this point of the Tale, it does not matter. What it matters is this: she has Stiles alone, and she offers him a deal.
She’s going to make Derek happy.
She’s going to give him back everything he’s lost - Cora, Laura, Peter, his whole family. 
She’s going to reset time.

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That one auror who knew all along

That one auror who has a secret obsession with Graves and was the only one to notice that the man was missing and someone else was wearing his face. The auror decides to confront Grindelwald about it but when the auror does so Grindelwald has found out about their secret obsession so he bargains with the auror. Graves wakes up to an auror sitting in front of him just staring at him like he was the most majestic thing ever.
Auror:*sits there smiling like an idiot* you look so peaceful when you sleep.
Graves:aren’t you going to help me?
Auror:shhhh *presses finger to Graves’s lips* he said I can bathe you and watch over you so long as I keep quiet which won’t be a problem for me at all.
Graves:*lies there confused as hell wondering what he ever did to deserve this*

OK sweetsamofmine got an anonymous ask to the following effect: ’rank in order of importance: sam’s hair, his dimples, his moles, forehead crinkle, cute lil nose, unreal cheekbones’ and she invited me to play so YUS here it is. What a treat.

6. Sam’s moles. Most important: next-to-nose mole; joint second most important: chin and next-to-mouth mole; third bonus surprise: BACK MOLES. These are actually pretty sweet (everything about Sam is pretty sweet) especially the face moles (they just make him him) but they’re not something I obsess about to the level of anything else on this list.

5. Sam’s cheekbones. It physically pains me to place these at number 5 in any list but it is a list of Glories of Sam so very competitive. However. Look at these beauties. Chiselled and majestic. Like he’s carven out of SHINING MARBLE. I put in a baby pic from S3 (I think) just to show that even when he was a little fluffy cupcake he had these hidden away but they’ve certainly risen to greater prominence over later seasons (and I expect with skinny Jared will be even more delectable in S10).

4. Sam’s dimples. I don’t know why the left dimple (Sam’s left) has dominated these pics, maybe something to do with his ever-so-slightly wonky little smile. Anyway. The dimples are very important. They have a kind of opposite trajectory to the cheekbones (Sam’s face is either soft and pudgy for mega dimple or skinny and lean for mega cheekbone) but as we saw in exhibit 3, the Purge (9.13), Sam can still whap out the dimples on occasion (in this instance, to remind Dean that he too has had bendy lovers). I would say dimple heaven can be found in seasons 4 and 5 and probably pinnacle of all dimples here presented in exhibit 1, pink-cheeked dimpled sexy Sammy in Sex and Violence (4.14). LUCKY DR CARA.

3. Sam’s nose. These pictures are those with which I am least satisfied I cannot seem to capture the true glory of Sam’s lovely nose! What’s good about it: it’s a little bit tilted and it’s a little bit pointy and he scrunches it in the most adorable way (that’s what the middle pic is supposed to convey). It looks gorgeous in profile and when he’s little bab Sammy like in the first pic (which is from Wendigo) you just want to tweak it OH SAM YOUR LITTLE NOSE.

2. Sam’s forehead crinkle. The forehead crinkle works in tandem with another key feature Sam’s eyebrows and together they make beautiful face music to which I could listen (by which I mean, watch) for ever.

1. Sam’s hair. Obviously. This is probably in the top 5 things about the whole of Supernatural let alone just about Sam. I could have presented approx 50 pictures spanning the whole series but in the limited space available I have focused on Sam’s hair at its most glorious; when I began watching Supernatural I would have told you this was circa season 4/5 but LO it turns out season 8 hair is far and away the best. The middle picture tho is from season 9 (Rock and a Hard Place, 9.08) and is included for all the beautiful golden highlights also its flowing tactility as it falls onto Sam’s bare arm OMG arrrgh yes thank you please. RUN YOUR FINGERS THROUGH IT oh if only we could.

Alone In A Love Affair Meant For Two - Chapter Two

Happy Independence Day to all my American friends, and you know, have a happy 4th to all of the rest of you lot.

Time to find out what happens to Murtagh and Ellen and the fareie. If you missed the first chapter, you can find it here

As always, thanks and loves to @drunklander

 It had been nearly 6 years since Murtagh had seen Ellen, and it was past time to rectify that. He had kept up correspondence with Brian, and knew of their growing brood, but had never managed to find his way through the pass to Lallybroch. He’d meant to live rough in the heather for a time, but never to abandon Ellen altogether. The letter that found him at Beauly, describing Ellen’s failing third pregnancy made him fear that he had waited too long. Would he now miss the chance to see that elegant, noble face one more time? He cursed himself for a fool and set out that very afternoon.  

Brian’s face was hollow and pale when Murtagh arrived. He was quickly apprised of the situation. The pregnancy that had been normal and uneventful until a few weeks ago, when Ellen began weakening, complaining of terrible headaches. She was larger than she should be, and the women of Broch Tuarach were sure she had miscalculated her time, but she was adamant she was not wrong. The babe was in danger, and she could not be comforted. When she started bleeding and cramping, Brian began to fear in earnest.  

“Murtagh, you came! Ellen will be that happy. Go see her now, seann charaid.” Brian shook his hand and urged him towards the stairs. 

“I canna go into your chamber and visit with yer wife while she is still abed, man. Are ye daft?” Murtagh was already daunted at the thought of seeing Ellen again, and didn’t relish seeing her in her shift in bed, belly swollen with a bairn notwithstanding.  

“She wants to see you, Murtagh. Are you going to send me up there to tell her ye won’t come? I thought we were kin. How could ye send me to face the wrath of Ellen MacKenzie when I deny her that which she demands?” Brian’s words were light and mocking, but Murtagh knew enough to read the fear in his eyes and hear the tightly controlled panic in his voice.  

Murtagh had refused to see Ellen at least until he’d washed and combed his lank hair. He knew he had never been the duine eireachdail that Brian was, but he would not dishonor this lady (his lady, his heart screamed) by appearing before her dusty and disheveled.  

When he looked at her face through the open door, eyes closed against the soft shafts of sun that filtered through her gauzy curtains, his heart squeezed in his chest and his breath caught. This majestic creature could not be in peril. He had to find a way to save her. She must not die. 

He sat near her on the bed and reached out, oh so tentatively, to stroke the fingers of her pale hand. She opened her eyes and smiled into his. Her smiled deepened and solidified as she came full awareness.  

“Murtagh! Ye beastly man! How could ye stay awa for so long?” She slapped his hand away from hers, only to grab it back and kiss his knuckles, laughing and crying at the same time. “It’s that good to see you.” 

They talked about nothing, gradually growing accustomed to one another again. Ellen reached for his hand, holding tight. 

 “I’m afraid, Murtagh, and I canna tell Brian, for fear of upsetting him more than he is already. I’m afraid I will die before the bairn is ready to be born. I don’t think I can last long enough to get him here safely. It’s too early for him yet.” Ellen sighed in resignation. “I could always tell you anything. Aye, it’s a boon to have ye with me just now.” 

Talking to Murtagh seemed to energize Ellen, and soon she was propped up in bed, animated in lively conversation, reminiscing about old times. After a while, Ellen became still and seemed anxious. It was obvious she had something particular she wanted to say. 

“What is it, a leannan? Did ye no just say ye could tell me anything?” Murtagh was gentle and coaxing, and finally Ellen relaxed.  

“The faerie, Murtagh. D’ ye remember the faerie? The Auld One I told ye about all those years ago? She comes to me when the babe is restless and soothes him. She places her hands on my belly like so,” and taking Murtagh’s hands, she placed them on either side of the huge mound, so that they were cupping the bairn within, and he could feel the strength of the little one. His heart clenched and he snatched his hands back as if her stomach were a blazing fire. ‘Aye, I mind her.” he snapped. 

“It’s almost as if she is ministering to me – to the bairn. As if she is using some fae magic to keep us safe. She holds him between her hands and he quiets and I feel the most radiant peace and love flow through my body. She’s keeping me safe, Murtagh. Me and the wee babe.” 

Murtagh had no response to that, but simply listened as Ellen talked, letting her ease her mind without causing more anxiety to Brian. It was a burden Murtagh would gladly bear. 

Several days later, Ellen took a turn for the worse. She was all but delirious, and spent the day twisting and writhing. She had been in and out of awareness and Brian wasn’t sure she would last the night. He had hardly left the room since Murtagh’s first visit, and looked nearly as drained and ill as his wife. As much as he feared to leave her side, Brian had two hysterical children who needed him. They’d been left in the capable hands of Murtagh and Mrs. Crook for days, but they needed the love and reassurance of their Da.

“Murtagh, the weans need me just now, but I canna bear to leave Ellen alone. Will you sit with her and watch over her for me? I know she’d want ye by her side, you being her oldest friend.” 

Murtagh was overwhelmed by the trust Brian placed in him. But how could he sit with Ellen, in her husband’s place, when he loved her as deeply today as he had ever done? He tried to protest that surely Mrs. Crook was a better choice but Brian waved off the suggestion without even a hint of consideration. 

“Nay, man, she loves ye. Truly, she does. And I know you love her. Dinna think I was any more blind then than I am now, mo charaid.” He said, raising a meaningful brow.  

“I ken how ye feel about her, and I also ken that there has never been a more loyal friend to either of us. Ye made great sacrifices in order to honor her choice and her happiness. I’ve always kent that. I love ye for that and more. D’ye not know that?” 

He shrugged in his shirt and grabbed Murtagh’s hand in near desperation. “I’m asking you to guard my wife, Murtagh. Hold her here. Keep her soul with ye, while I tend to her bairns. Please, man. I need ye.” 

Murtagh had been sitting with Ellen for more than four hours, and she had finally settled into a somewhat peaceful sleep. Night had fallen in earnest when he thought to go get Brian and send him to his bed. He stood in the doorway of the nursery, and saw Brian, asleep on Willie’s bed. Both the wee lad and lass clinging to him in their sleep. He realized that this was likely the first night of real sleep any of them had had. Nay matter, he thought. If Ellen was no better, still, she was no worse. He would content himself with sitting by her side and watching her sleep.  

Her face was so beautiful. A few years older with the wisdom of motherhood beginning to show in slight creases around her eyes. He relished the chance to examine her unobserved. He settled in for the night, wrapped in his plaid, kept company by his memories and the steady, rhythmic breathing coming from the bed.  

He must have drifted off for a time because he came awake with a start, feeling an odd sense that there was someone in the room with them. The moon had risen high and was casting a silver glow, bathing Ellen in its magical light. Murtagh sat up straighter and stretched. It was then he noticed the woman bent over Ellen, hands on her belly, chanting something so low Murtagh couldn’t make out any of the words.  

The woman paid him no mind, but clearly knew he was present and awake. She too was bathed in the luminous moonlight. Her skin shimmered like pearls. Ellen stirred and shifted. She was moaning and whimpering, muttering things under her breath. The ethereal creature continued to minister to Ellen, speaking louder now, her voice no longer soothing, but harsh and commanding.  

“Dammit, Jamie! Be still.” Murtagh could just make out the words, but could make no sense of them. “A bhith fhathast, mo chridhe. Chan eil e fhathast ùine agad.”  

Murtagh continued to watch this strange bhana-mhaighstir with a growing sense of drowsy content. He felt lost in the haze of her striking hands he gradually drifted off. When he awoke at dawn, Murtagh felt a sense of peace that had never been with him before. He felt a sense of destiny and purpose that was as yet undefined, but clearly present in his mind.     

Ellen looked significantly improved. Her skin glowed and the fitful thrashing of the night before had entirely ceased. Per her own words, she was larger than ten heiland coos, with a bairn trying to rip its way out through her belly. She still had headaches, and could only leave her bed for short periods without her pains coming on, but the immediate danger seemed to have passed and everyone in the household reflected the same relief and gratitude. 

Three weeks later, Ellen safely delivered a healthy, and large, baby boy. He was vigorous and strong, with a lusty cry that made his needs immediately known. He was beautiful, with a sweet temperament and it wasn’t long before every woman in the house was arguing about whose turn it was to hold the fiend. 

Brian rarely had to put his foot down with Ellen, because it was his fondest wish to grant her every desire – it was everyone’s fondest wish to grant Ellen MacKenzie her every desire. So when he flatly refused to allow her out of bed following the babe’s delivery, the full power of his Fraser stubborn streak rearing it’s ugly head, Ellen meekly obeyed, and elegantly held court in her chambers, showing off the striking wee bairn to visitors from the estate.  

It was on such a day, about a week after the lad was born that Murtagh found himself in her room, doing something he had never done, and had never thought to do. He was holding the wee lad. Ellen’s bairn. To Murtagh’s inexperienced hand, he seemed small and weak as a kitten with the blue eyes and fiery red hair that marked him as a MacKenzie, no matter that his clan was Fraser. The babe shifted and stretched in his arms, and Murtagh stiffened unconsciously. 

Ellen laughed merrily, like she used to back at Leoch. “Murtagh,” she crooned, “stop worrying. You won’t break him. He’s a braw lad.”  

 Just then, wee Jamie finished his stretch, belched in contentment, and grasping the tip of Murtagh’s finger with his impossibly small hand, opened his eyes to stare intensely into the dark, deep-set eyes of the stranger holding him. Murtagh was transfixed. He had never thought to love another soul as deeply as he loved Ellen, but in that moment, he knew this lad was his. Not his son, never that, but his for the keeping, nonetheless. 

Quite without thought, Murtagh handed the bairn back to his mother and knelt before Ellen, dirk held before him in the ancient symbol of fealty. Murtagh pledged his oath to the tiny form swaddled at his mother’s breast. As he did so, he heard the faintest echo of the fae woman’s whisperings and knew that she was a party to this pledge. She would see him honor it, no matter the cost.  

For the first time in years, Murtagh felt whole. The dark, aching void in his heart that he had always labeled ‘Ellen’ was suddenly full to bursting. At long last, he understood. Ellen, the woman he would indeed love all of his days, had finally settled comfortably into her place in his heart. She was, indeed, the mother of his child, but how was he ever to have understood that he would not be the father? This babe, so precious, had brought with him Murtagh’s place. His purpose.

Murtagh was no longer alone.


When Murtagh stumbled upon the redcoat scum of a captain attempting to force himself on a bedraggled looking woman, he acted first and thought second, knocking out the Captain and dragging him off of the puir lass. All was confusion in the aftermath, as the lass clearly thought that one attacker had been replaced by another. He tried to quiet her but she was too far gone in panic, so he did the first thing that came to mind and hit her over the head with the butt of his dirk. 

It was only as her face went slack and he moved to support her slumping body that he was able to look at her clearly. He felt all his blood drain to his toes and started to see black spots flash in the periphery of his vision. He slid down the trunk of the tree taking the senseless lass with him, and whispered in astonished reverence, “Mary, Michael and Bride! It’s you.” 

Craicte – cracked, crazy 

seann charaid – old friend 

duine eireachdail – handsome man 

mo charaid – my friend 

A bhith fhathast, mo chridhe. Chan eil e fhathast ùine agad. - Be still, my heart. It is not yet your time.  

bhana-mhaighstir – a woman in a position of authority or control