how can you not like her

captain-emperormaximus  asked:

I was at school and it was already dismissal . I heard some students talking about Undertale and moments later.. they where talking about you and I was like "Oh... I thought I was the only fan at the campus.." I can hear them shouting like... "WHY THE FUCK WOULD SHE KILL OFF ALPHYS !!!??" "OMG I HOPE SHE WONT KILL OFF OTHER ORIGINAL CHARACTERS OR ELSE I WONT BE WATCHER HER AGAIN!!" Hahahaha , the rage is real ... anyways are you aware of this ?


Honestly it still sounds unreal that people are willing to talk about and discuss about my series somewhere in the world.

I think I’ll never be able to realize how big this whole animated series is for some people I’m honestly in shock sometimes xD

I wish I would turn into a ghost and hear out conversations from people actually theorizing about glitchtale, otherwise I won’t believe it lol!

Don’t forget your phone...

Ha!  This is something that I always have to say to myself because, indeed, I usually forget my phone. When I don’t have my trusty little i7, I feel so disconnected from those I love.  What if there is an emergency?  What if one of my sons needs to talk to his mommy?  What if my husband needs to have “how to run the washer” instructions again?

Well, we are a very connected society.  Email, Twitter, Tumblr, and Facebook.  What if we went a few days without that connection?  Probably would be very good for our well being.  But if you are like me, you can’t take the chance.  Even when you are at the podium accepting an award for your acting skills as well as your country of birth.  Of all the lovely pictures of Cait from last night, those of her at the podium, really struck a cord with me.  Actually, besides the drink in one hand, her phone was not apart from her all night.  She didn’t even try to conceal it in most of the photos.  And that’s okay with me.

All the phone does, in my opinion, is tell us that she is remaining connected with someone who is very dear to her.  Maybe when she went to the podium she had a connection open with someone so that they could at least hear the announcement, introduction, and hear her speech.  Why not?  What a great idea.

If my logic is near correct - that open “phoneness” - is just her saying “wish you were here” to someone she cares for.  If my logic is another “NOPE”, then who knows?  Other than the Queen herself.  Sometimes, especially during  this latest shat storm, my marbles are in constant rolling movement.  You decide.

As for me?  I’m still shipping.  The decisions Sam and Cait are making are not what I would make, but it is THEIR LIFE - not mine. They are magic extraordinaire when together, and that makes me smile.  No one is as brilliant as Cait is when that ginger is by her side.  You cannot overlook how alive they become when side by side.  Brilliance like that, is very rare.  They could start their own universe.

can we just, like, talk about how HEAVY everything felt after percy’s question

“…where do the people i kill go?”

like, the way it just hung in the air in complete silence for a moment was so good and… it had weight, you know? when vex told percy he could always confide in her about his fears, she wasn’t expecting him to say that, and you could tell that she was struck speechless by the question.

also, i just appreciate the way vex and percy acted in the follow-up of that question - percy immediately reassures vex that he knows she doesn’t have answers for him and he doesn’t know either, and vex still talks him through his deepest fears despite not having those answers

anonymous asked:

We have a men's bathroom and a woman's bathroom but they're locking rooms with toilets and identical. Lady came up with her daughter who really had to go but somebody was in the woman's. I told them they are singles and can use the men's since it's an emergency. She flipped her lid 'HOW DARE YOU SUGGEST MY DAUGHTER USE THE MENS ROOM' they left and the daughter was still being like 'but I REALLY HAVE TO GO' I felt so bad but?????


Silently, you sat and tried to eat your food as fear twisted your gut. Occasionally you glanced over at Negan sitting across the table from you and your mouth turned dry, thinking about what he had done to Glenn and Abraham, and how he could just sit there with a big grin on his face, like everything about this was normal, when nothing would ever be normal again.

Judith started fuzzing and you hushed her, rocking her in your arms. Negan gave you a quick glance before turning to Carl.

“Son, why don’t you clear the table.”

Carl gave him an insolent glare but did as he was told without as much as a word.

“Here, give her to me,” Negan motioned for you to place Judith on his lap. “I can take her while you do the dishes.”

“No,” you spoke quietly but steadily and hugged the child closer to you. This whole situation started to feel more uncomfortable with every passing second. You swallowed thickly upon meeting Negan’s fiery orbs.

“It wasn’t a fucking question,” said Negan calmly and put down his fork on the plate. “Now, give her to me, and go and do the fucking dishes.”

You gulped hard, your heart pounding at the harshness in his voice and you rose to your feet with a slight hesitation before placing Judith on his lap. His stern expression faded away and Negan smiled brightly, rocking the child as he started singing softly. Baffled, you stared as Judith grew silent and she stared upon Negan with big eyes, listening intensely on his voice. You hated admitting it, but Negan surprised you with his actions.

You left the room with worry gnawing through you, but felt a little bit calmer since Judith’s cries had stopped. And even Negan wouldn’t hurt a child, right?

That question ringed in your ears as you started cleaning the plates and didn’t even hear the footsteps behind you. The arms that snaked around your waist made you jump and your breath hitched when his hot breath caressed your neck.

“Mmm….you feel so fucking good,” Negan murmured in your ear before taking a whiff of your hair. “And fuck, your smell…”

Breathless, you blushed and tensed, unable to move in his arms as you felt your knees weaken. “Let go of me,” you said, surprising yourself with how steady your voice was.

Negan chuckled against your skin, sending tingles through your flesh and your breath shook. “Are you sure you want that?” he rasped in your ear and you closed your eyes, gathering every bit of strength you had left.

“Yes,” you replied firmly and grabbed his arms, bending them off of you and wriggling out of his grip. “I’m not one of your wives, you don’t get to touch me!” You gave him a glare before rushing out of the kitchen with furious footsteps, hearing Negan’s laughter behind you.

Who the hell does this guy think he is?!

Negan’s laugh died out and was replaced with a wolfish smirk, studying your cute ass as you stormed out. Oh, maybe not yet. But you would be. Oh fucking hell yes! You just didn’t know it yet.

anonymous asked:

whats your honest opinion on taylor lmao like what do u really think considering she's been exposed in the press so much lately spill hoe


idk what you were expecting when u asked this did u think i’d just be like oh btw guys i hate taylor now lol xox 😩

i’m sorry 2 disappoint but i’m still very much livin in her ass and it’s much more comfy here than it used to be bc so many ppl moved out but i’m here for life my pal

caedesdeo  asked:

Imagine Steve playing with getting different piercings all over, because his healing means they only last a few weeks, and having the ones he likes best re-done frequently.

Steve, Nat, Sam, Sharon, and Pepper are hanging out the first time it occurs to him. Well – the first time it’s suggested to him.

Pepper’s fiddling with a long silver bar dangling from one ear and he just can’t take his eyes off it. He doesn’t think he could wear earrings like those, specifically, but – although, maybe he could, he thinks, resting his head against the couch and considering how lovely the column of her neck is, how it’s set off by the straight silver line…


He jerks up. How tired is he, that he let his mind wander so long? How much of Thor’s mead has he had? “Hm?” he asks.

“I know we’re all admiring the hickey Pepper’s got, but you don’t have to stare,” Sharon says.

“Oh,” Steve says as Pepper throws popcorn Sharon’s direction, “I, yeah, that’s what – yeah.”

Sam narrows his eyes at him. “Hey what if we pierced your ears?” he asks.

Steve goes bright red. “I, uh?”

He manages five whole seconds pretending that’s not what he wants before he gives in. The minute Sam’s said it, he really, really wants it, so it feels like ten seconds later that he’s sitting in the bathroom, a cube of ice pressed against his earlobe, head tipped to one side as Natasha sterilizes a safety pin with her lighter.

Pepper lends him her earrings, after, and he makes it a whole six hours before they close up on him. But it’s six hours where he can’t stop turning to stare at the flash of the earrings in the darkened window, remembering the sharpbrightyellow flash of pain through his earlobe.

He already wants it again.

So I had this dream where I was getting more and more frustrated and distressed and finally yelled out “HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND A GF IF I CAN’T TELL WHICH GIRLS ARE GAY?!” Someone just looked at me like I was the biggest dingus and pointed to someone behind me saying you just have to check their feet. Confused, I turned around and saw a girl who was tracking rainbows behind her with every step.

I mean, in the dream it was just some random girl walking through grass but… I dunno… this happened?

The Joker x Reader - “How to make a baby”

The Joker really wants a baby and doesn’t know how to approach the subject. Last time you two talked about it your answer was an unmistakable no and he doesn’t take that kind of negative attitude from anybody, including his girl. Or so he likes to believe…

You are reading a book in front of the fireplace, sitting on the soft rug and leaning your back against the couch. The Joker is resting in his favorite armchair, reading articles about How to make your girlfriend happy on his cell. He wants to convince you to have a baby with him and things have to go the right way because he is aware he can’t force you on this one. J reads the list again and decides to try the stuff he found, maybe it will work.

1. Tell her you love her

He holds his phone with two fingers like it’s infected with some contagious virus, takes a deep breath and utters with emotionless voice:

“Pumpkin, I love you.” It sounded so cold, flatter than the flat green tea latte he orders from Starbucks all the time. He hates the taste but it’s green. Yeah, well… it makes sense to him.

“Awww, that’s nice J,” you mumble, not really paying attention. You always have to sift through what he says because he sure says a lot of things. Most of the times you just pretend to listen and find it easier to just go with the flow.

It didn’t seem you cared about his first effort and he passes his fingers through his hair, annoyed: “What a bunch of nonsense, who wrote this crap?! I should kill them,” he thinks to himself and notices there is/are no name(s) at the end of the article. Dammit, how is he supposed to punish the culprit if he doesn’t know who it is? That makes him even more irritated but decides to continue.

2. Tell her she’s beautiful

For this one J believes he needs to change spots so he comes on the couch behind you and sits so you are trapped between his legs. He starts massaging your shoulders, his gold bracelets clinking in your ears.

“Ahhh, it feels nice,” you whisper, closing your eyes, enjoying the relaxing moment.

“You’re such a pretty doll, Princess,” he leans over and tells you, waiting for a reaction. You take his hand and kiss his laughing mouth tattoo, then keep it on your face, going back to reading. That worked better, he smiles, satisfied with the accomplishment so he continues:

“Do you remember when we first met? You annoyed me so much at the meeting I followed you to your car because I wanted to kill you.”

You snort at the memory and turn the page:” Oh, yeah, how could I forget?”

“…and then I saw you bending over to reach your glove compartment with that short skirt and I realized you had no underwear on.”

“What? I did have underwear on,” you protest, looking up to him.

“That little string doesn’t count,” he smirks and you slap his knee.

“Does to! Plus, I totally busted you staring. Are you enjoying the view, Mister J? “ you recall the question, amused.

“Remember what I answered? I would like it even better from the top.” You both start laughing like crazy; it sure was one of the most daring pickup lines you ever heard but it worked.

“Such a charmer, baby,” you sigh, chuckling, turning your attention towards your reading again.

“I know,” he has to admit, grinning. “ I sure felt I have to ask if you would like to go on a heist together sometimes.”

“ I was impressed with your approach on asking for a date so I said yes,” you rest your head on his knee, closing your book for a few moments.  “It sure was lucky you had a robbery planned for that night, I never had so much fun on a first date,” you have to admit and The Joker’s heart beats faster, happy to hear the confirmation of his awesomeness. Man I’m good! he believes without hesitation and takes a quick glance at his cell again.

3. Buy her flowers

“Y/N, I got you flowers,” he boasts before he grasps the idea he didn’t get shit.

“Oh, did you? How sweet, I love flowers,” you admit, picking around to see where they are and it clicks for J: Fuck, I have none. “Ummm, I forgot them in my car, I’ll go get them,” he gets up and heads towards the elevator, not knowing how is going to pull this one off.

“Thank you, baby !“ he hears before the elevator’s door close. You move close to the fire, wondering why he’s behaving weird but you kind of like it.

On the way to the underground parking, he passes by Frost’s office and since he always has the door opened, J sees the huge bouquet of flowers on the coffee table, no doubt a gift for his girlfriend.

He shamelessly walks in, giving Jonny a mean look and growls:

“These are mine!” and yanks the bouquet away.

“Of course, sir,” Frost is fast in agreeing since he knows better than not to keep his mouth shut at his boss’s behavior.


“Here, for you Pumpkin,” J gives you the flowers, kissing you and you really feel excited.

“They look so beautiful, I’ll keep them by me for a while,” you determine with such a glowing smile it makes him intrigued: Why do women always like this stuff? It’s so stupid, but whatever. He goes back to his spot behind you and starts playing with your hair. He thinks he got this so he begins talking:

“You know, Pumpkin, you’re only getting older and…”

“What?!” you snap, finally paying attention. “ You’re so rude!” you pout and move away from him, placing yourself on your tummy in front of the fireplace, slamming your book around before you calm down a bit. “You’re old!” you hiss at him over your shoulder and he deeply inhales, not understanding why the truth is upsetting you so much.

It’s finally time to glance at that list again because apparently going rogue on his own it’s not working too well.

4.  Show interest in what she likes

J crawls down by your side and imitates your position, staring you down.

“What are you reading, Doll?”

“A book about villains,” you reply, frowning, bouncing your legs up and down.

“Am I in there?” he asks, getting closer to you and places his chin on your forearm.

“Nope,” you shortly answer, sniffling.

“I should be,” he states with confidence, pretending to read what you are.

You lift your shoulders up and try to ignore him. He takes a quick pick at the phone again.

5.  Let her know you’re lucky to have her

“I’m the most important one around here but I guess you have your fair amount of usefulness,” he seductively mumbles, thinking it’s the best praise he came up with so far.

“Huh?” you get upset, turning towards him and watching his silver teeth shinning in the firewood light. “Shut up, J !” and you push him away, sulking.

What the hell?! I thought she will love this for sure.

“I guess what I’m trying to say, Princess, is that I like having you around,” he corrects his earlier statement, hoping for a more positive outcome.

“Whatever,” you grumble while he slowly uses two fingers to walk down your back until he reaches your shorts.

6. Cuddle up with her at home

The Joker gropes you and uses you as an anchor while really shoving himself into you. Your hair being yanked in the process doesn’t make you receptive to his tactic.

“Ouch, what are you doing?” you look at him again, suspicious. “Are you trying to tell me you wanna have sex or something? Because you don’t need all this, I always want you,” you bitterly admonish him by admitting to the truth. It flusters you how you can’t fully hate him, at least not for long periods of time.

“I’m just trying to get in your pants, literally. Why are they so hard to pull down?” J tries again and no luck, blowing a rebel strand of green hair off his face, irked because he usually doesn’t have trouble undressing you.

“Wow, that’s why you’ve been acting awkward?” you finally smile, contemplating if you should still be mad or not.

“I was acting…normal,” he grunts, fighting with your shorts and it makes you snicker at his struggle.

“Which means weird for you, baby,” you are fast to point out. “So what’s going on?”

“Dammit, stupid shorts!” he slaps your butt and you lift yourself up a little bit so he can finally succeed in his…mission. “Ohhhh, strings again,”  he delightfully growls, biting his lip.

“You know I always wear this kind of stuff because it apparently saved my life,” you roll your eyes, feeling there’s more to this behavior of his. “Hey, my eyes are up here!” you lift his chin up from your cleavage, interrupting his fun. “Tell me what’s going on.”

He takes a deep breath and swears to himself he’s going to get rid of you if you don’t agree with him:

“Pumpkin, we should really have a baby.” And now he waits.

You stare at him without blinking for a few long seconds and it makes him uncomfortable. He never feels uncomfortable.

“Are you…are you for reals?!” you furrow your eyebrows, gasping.

“Yeah, we should have a baby, I told you before I want one,” he grinds his teeth and you sure don’t seem thrilled.

“Really?! I told you I’m pregnant when you were sitting on your stupid armchair, playing on your stupid phone with something stupid for sure!” you raise your voice, mad again.

His mouth just opens, he surely didn’t hear that, concentrating too much on the article that was supposed to get you to the point of wanting to have a baby.

“Oh my God, Princess, I’m gonna be a dad?!” he blurs out, his blue eyes lighting up in a way you didn’t see before and it kind of lowers your defense.

“I hope you’re going to be a better dad because as I boyfriend…I don’t know…”

He is not paying attention again.

“The Joker is gonna be a father,” he whispers, absent minded and you have to make him focus again:

“Do you still want to get in my pants or what?”


“Hey Princess!” he shouts from his desk and you turn around in the same time with your 5 year daughter that’s playing on the ground with her toys: “Yes, Daddy?” she giggles and J starts laughing in his crazy way that would normally make people cringe. The two of you are so used to it you don’t even care.

“Come sit in Daddy’s lap, would you?” he gestures and you head over with Evie running in front of you wanting to be first one. She gets on his left knee and you sit on his right one.

“Which one of us, baby?” you pull on his hair, aggravated.

He smirks, gratified on how sneaky he can be:

“Does it matter? I got you both trained!”

“Did you hear that, Evie? Daddy got us trained. What do we do when Daddy is being a smart-ass, hmmm?” you kiss her forehead and she charges at his neck, screaming:

“We bite him!!!”

“Ahhh, good girl,” you snarl, watching The Joker squirm and snicker under attack while reaching for the book you set on his desk earlier.

“Did you have time to look at this?” you ask him while he has fun with Evie and he nods no, whimpering at the small teeth grazing his skin. “Here”, you open the book in the middle, showing him what you customized for him online. “ I got you a whole chapter in the villains book, wrote it myself. This way you don’t have to wait until you die like the others.”

His eyes get big and he grins, so pleased of what you did.

“Daddy, play with me!” Evie tugs on his shirt when she notices he is paying attention to something else. She starts bouncing in his lap, impatient and you get up.

“You did this for me, Doll?”

“Oh, yeah, because I really want to get in your pants tonight. Literally,” you whisper in his ear, biting his neck too.


You’ve been making out for 10 minutes now when he stops for a few seconds to unexpectedly say: “ I love you, Pumpkin” with that emotionless tone he uses when he’s at a loss of understanding his own complicated emotions.

“Aww, that’s nice, “ you snuggle more to him and he continues: “You’re such a beautiful doll, Princess.”

Something feels…strange.

“Y/N, I got you flowers,” he moans while pulling down your bra straps. It suddenly clicks for you and you get off him, panicked.

“Oh, no! No, no, definitely not!” you back out, heading for the door.

“What?” he pretends to be all innocent. “We should have another kid, look how cute Evie is.”

“Out of the question, you know I had a horrible pregnancy,” and you run out of the door when he stands up to follow you, fed up with your rebellion. You lock yourself in the bedroom that’s the furthest from your daughter’s room so you won’t wake her. The Joker comes and softly knocks on the door, amazed he’s not pissed yet:

“ Y/N, open up! What are you going to do? You’ll never sleep with me again?!”

You debate, thinking of all the fun you have all the time, that’s why you sound doubtful when you reply:


“Open the door, don’t make me mad! Daddy wants you! Or do I have to find myself another woman?” he bangs his head against the door, sighting.

“NO!!!” you kick the door from the other side, gulping. “That’s blackmail, J, it’s not fair!”
“This is what we do, Doll, you don’t like it when you are the lucky recipient?”

“NO!!!” you pout, kicking the door again. “I don’t like it!”

“Open up, yes? I want to get in your pants!” he tries the strategy and he hears you snicker. I didn’t lose my touch, he praises his skills to his own self.

“I don’t have any pants on,” you crack the door open, hating yourself for wanting him so much.

He rests his head on the wood frame for a little bit before pushing his way in.

“Even better, makes it easier,” The Joker grins, slowly closing the door behind him.


drum-nem  asked:

I can't stop thinking about a tiny Maël building a Cardboard Rocket now x) How is your comic project going?

She definitely turned a cardboard box into a space ship and put a bucket on her head to go explore the universe at one point in her young life.

It’s going great, thank you for asking! 4 of the 8 backstories are being finished and tied together, the main plotline still needs work and I’m still changing, replacing or erasing some characters. Some details and timelines have to be polished, but I have the start and the end worked out; as well as a few main events in the middle :) I still need to decide how I can pace this story, what with it containing 4 individual stories and all. And so much historical and science-y research… It’s not easy having characters a hundredth time smarter and more cultured than you, haha. I’M GETTING THERE.


parring: Peter parker x reader

request: Can you write one where the reader is petrified of spiders and one day Peter’s web shooter went wild and there was web all over the training room. Reader walks in and web gets in her hair and she totally freaks out in hysterics? lol please? 😋 by anon.

a/n: I wrote his 3 times bc i didn’t know how to start this and bc i didn’t like what i wrote so hope this is good?

Originally posted by adorkablesp1der

peter’s pov 

I am supposed to be training with Clint today, which is great since we were going to practice my aim. But there was a problem, Y/n is going to be there too.

I’ve had the biggest crush on her since we met, I still remember the first time I laid eyes on her. She was running after Sam with a pillow and accidentally hit me with it.

I didn’t want to make a fool out of myself not today, I needed to impress her, I need to ‘woo her’ as Mr. Stark would say.

But knowing my luck that wouldn’t work and I would mess up, which I already did. On my way to the training room, I saw Y/n and  I ended up hitting my web shooter on the wall when I went to say hi.

Training was great, tiring but great. 

“ok peter let’s see what that web shooter of yours can do?’’  Clint drank from his water bottle, “ sure but something is wrong with it today, it’s acting up” I said as I  shot a string of web, “well it seems fine to me” Clint said. 

Just as I  went to shoot once again my web Shooter went wild and started to shoot webs everywhere and it wasn’t stopping it just kept shooting. 

I somehow managed to turn it off but just when I thought my problems were solved, they managed to get worst. Y/n was standing in front of the door with her hair covered in with the web. 

The worst part of it was that she was horribly scared of spider’s and now she has my web in her hair. Now she’s going to hate you forever Peter good going, I told myself as I walked to Y/n. 

“Omg Omg peter get it out please Peter, get it out of my hair” she started to cry. I took out all of my webs from her hair, “ok Y/n done” I told her and she hugged me tightly. 

She continued to sob, I smoothed her hair in attempts to calm her down, which worked “shh Y/n everything will be fine don’t worry, It’s all gone now” I cooed. 

She looked at me with red puffy eyes “T-Thanks Peter for everything” she said between sobs. 

I smiled at her, promising her that I would keep her safe.

*a few weeks later*

“come on Y/n you can do it”

“no Peter get that thing away from me”  

“don’t insult him Y/n he’s like family to me, well sort of?” he tried to convince you.

“Peter don’t you dare come near me with that, that Spider” you continued to argue. 

“Ok just say Hi to this small guy then I will take it away” you finally agreed. Peter brought the spider close to you, you looked at it, just when you went to say ‘hi’ your eyes went wide. “OMG IS HE EATING AN FLY!” you screamed and ran out of the room. 

tags: @purplekitten30 @1022bridgetp

anonymous asked:

I read a fic where dans mom called during a liveshow and started asking about Phil before dan could tell her he was live and dan tried to act like he didn't know what he was talking about and his mom started freaking out. Can you help me find it?

Breaking Younow - Dan’s in the middle of a younow. He’s talking about something then gets a call from his mom. She starts talking really fast giving Dan no time to tell her that he’s in the middle of a younow. She asks him how his boyfriend’s doing (phil) Dan says something like I don’t know what you’re talking about. Dan’s mom starts to freak out.

- Eliza

Finally done.
  • Every last bit is gone from the apartment. We finished the last bit of cleaning, and getting the lost components we still had there out. Like the saying goes, you never realize how much crap you have until you move. I am glad it is all done, and I can put 100% focus into the house.
  • When I was looking at a friend request I received on FB under suggestions there was a person I’d not been in contact with for years. We had been friends and semi-dated for a bit, then just lost contact. I sent her a request, and to my surprise not only was she incredibly happy I did so, but she was legitimately excited that I had found her. Total twilight zone moment, because no one is ever that happy when it comes to me. That being said, it was quite refreshing, and we will be going out to dinner soon.
  • I am kinda regretting buying that faux leather computer chair because you know cats, and yup Ruby has already started digging her claws on to the top, and yanno, it looks ugly.
  • Plans today include a trim of my hairs, hopefully getting to see Get Out, and then pizza with my nephews later.

Have a great Saturday everyone!

essspressopatronum  asked:

Okay so I just started watching the 100 (literally on episode 3) and mostly cause of you I already love bellarke so can you recommend me some of your favorite fics 😬

i have a fic rec page here that you should check out because there’s a lot more fic and it’s sorted way better, but in the mean time, here ya go

do you ever just think about pining ichigo. can’t even look orihime in the eye, she says good morning to him on the way to class and he wants to d i e, she compliments him on something arbitrary like how neatly he wrote his name on the worksheet she’s correcting for him or how symmetrical the pens in his pencil case are and he forgets how to breathe, she smiles at him when he glances at her from across the room and his face burns so red he gets lightheaded. one time, she wears his favorite shade of red when they hang out and he hasn’t been the same since.

i think about pining ichigo every goddamn day


You know
every person is a miracle
a gift
you are no exception
in each of us
is that reflection of the divine
the wonder
the mystery
I say to you again
you are no exception
that you would share your love
like some warm blanket
thrown across our shoulders
is an act of divinity
for in every star
every tiny speck of ancient dust
it is there
I am there
looking for you
the holy starshine
reflected in your eyes
travelling back to me
over green hills
and gray waves in winter
back into the bluest sky
raining down around us
from low clouds
soaking into our clothes
washing our skin
like the very breath of life
if you listen you can hear the bells
if you still, you can feel
the parts of us connected
with your hands
I am mapping the night sky
calculating the physical distance in time
how close you seem
even the earth knows
I have whispered to her my secrets
the same secrets I whisper to you now
she tells me that she is a poem
and you are the missing line

anonymous asked:

Could you do HC of RFA + Saeran reacting to MC's intimate piercing?

thank for request anon-nim

the location of this piercing was not specified, so I’ll just say they’re nipple piercings 


  • #shook
  • that’s the only emotion he has for the week after he sees them
  • it’s also the only thing he can focus
  • which causes several problems
  • especially in class
  • and in the clinic


  • he always goes on about how he’s risqué or whatever
  • but we all know he’s pretty vanilla
  • and seeing your piercings makes him sweat
  • everywhere
  • he has a whole album dedicated to them
  • (idk…he has needs?)


  • it was purely accidental when she found out
  • like she just walked into the bedroom
  • and she saw the piercings
  • there was soooo much conflict going on inside her head
  • but she gets over it
  • (however she’ll steal glances at your chest while you’re working)


  • he asks you so many questions
  • like was this to spite your parents?
  • how did you get this done in Korea?
  • is this why you get stopped by airport security all the time?
  • it takes him a while to get used to them
  • but he eventually warms up to them


  • he’s chill
  • at least that’s how he appears when you tell him
  • in his head, jesus is yelling at him
  • but he quickly gets rid of those thoughts
  • and he finds them very useful~


  • my free-spirited man
  • doesn’t even bat an eyelid at your confession
  • in fact this helps him learn to become more intimate with you  


  • he wants to know if you were in a cult
  • cos a lot of the ‘edgy’ body modifications he has weren’t really done with his total consent
  • so when you tell him that you did this for yourself, with your own money
  • he relaxes a little
  • and then you tell him how much you were writhing when you were getting them done
  • and that makes him laugh
Girl’s Night

Prompt: Oh! Marvel imagines! Okay, so how about the reader kinda looking up to Black Widow as a sorta big sister figure and asks her some advice when dealing with guys, and Black Widow is just like, “…” but reader gives her some puppy eyes… no one can resist the puppy eyes! Thanks <3 by Pinkiepie125

“Hey, Nat? Can I ask you a question?” Y/N asked hesitantly. They were sitting on the floor of her bathroom painting each other’s nails. Things had been a bit crazy lately so Y/N had invited Nat over for something of a girl’s night in, just the two of them. Wanda had been invited, but she had a date with Vision and wouldn’t be around until much later, if at all.

“What’s up?” Nat asked, briefly looking up from the toenail she was painting.

“How do you flirt with guys?” Y/N asked quickly, losing courage by the moment.

Nat was so surprised that she painted a black streak up Y/N’s foot.

“Shit.” She muttered as she grabbed a cotton ball and soaked it in nail polish remover.

“Is there a specific reason you are asking me this? Like someone in particular you are thinking of flirting with?” Nat questioned as she scrubbed the color off of Y/N’s skin.

“Hypothetically speaking, I might be interested in somebody.” Y/N’s cheeks began to turn a light rosy pink.

“Well, hypothetically, does this somebody have a name?” Nat asked gently.

“Hypothetically speaking, it might be Steve.” Y/N admitted, her voice barely audible.

Nat just smiled and nodded. “If I had to put money on it, that’s who I would’ve bet you fell for.”

“Is it that obvious?” Y/N groaned, covering her face with her hands.

“Not really. It is just you two are such good friends and you’re so similar in a lot of ways.” Nat explained as she finished painting the toenails on Y/N’s left foot.

“If I am being honest, I have shipped you two since the day you met.” Nat said as she reached for Y/N’s other foot.

Y/N’s pink face was now full on red. “It’s not funny, Nat! I don’t know how to talk to him about this.”

Nat was quiet for a minute. “Do you want me to talk to him?” She asked slowly.

“Not really. I don’t want him to know if it doesn’t come from me.” Y/N said with a sigh.

Nat nodded and continued working.

When she finished, she stood up. “I am gonna go get some snacks, you want anything?” She left after Y/N shook her head.

She walked into the kitchen to find Sam and Bucky engrossed in a conversation about something sports related.

“Hey, I don’t mean to break up the bromance you two have going on, but I have a mission that requires your help.” She said with a smirk.

Y/N had never said she couldn’t talk to Bucky and Sam or that Bucky and Sam couldn’t talk to Steve.

Blood of Passage: Part Fourteen

Elain heaved into the toilet bowl a second time before she sat back, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand before flushing. Her youngest, for now, Adara ran a cool rag over Elain’s forehead, “Feeling better Mama?”

She attempted a smile, “Just fine sweetie. A little ill.”

Adara pouted her lips, “I want it to be a boy. Can you make it be a boy?”

Lucien snorted in the doorway, “I don’t think it works like that, Sweetheart.”

“Papa!” Adara jumped up, “You’re back!”

Lucien knelt down, “Why don’t you go play with Fia? I’ll help Mama.”

“Okay,” Adara kissed his cheek before she skipped out of the room, her curls bouncing off her back.

Lucien helped her up, kissing her stomach before kissing her cheek. “How is the baby?”

“She’s just fine.”

“So it is a girl?”


He snorted, “Ash will be just delighted.”

“Has Lady Aurora gotten settled?”

“Dacia is helping her.”

“Not Ash?”

“Trust me, you don’t want Ash helping her right now.”


“Because then we’ll only have daughters.”


Aurora slid the last of her clothes into the closet before turning to Dacia.  The female leaned backwards on her bed, her golden hair spilling past her shoulders. “Are you going to the Blood Rite tomorrow?” Asked Aurora.

“Thinking about it. Why?” She leaned forward, a smile on her lips. “You want to see Blake?”

“No,” Aurora said.  “Just wondering what your plans were.”

“Lie,” said a bored voice. Ash.

“Go away, Ash. Were having some girltalk,” Dacia said.

Ash snorted, “Yes because pretending to not talk about Blake constitutes girltalk.”

Aurora crossed her arms, “Considering how much time you spend with your sisters, I’m guessing you would know. Tell me Ash, do you want to gossip with us and braid each other’s hair?” Ash gave her a lethal glare and she returned it with a hateful smirk, not that he could see it.

“Cauldron,” Dacia said lightly, “the next few weeks are going to be so interesting.” Dacia turned to her, “Why do you want to see Blake? Please tell me you don’t want to kill him. I don’t have the time to break in a new best friend.”

“Kill him, no.” She didn’t think she physically could. She hesitated, “But I do need to talk to him. It’s…important.”

“I’m not going to ask you what it’s about,” Dacia said. “It’s not my business unless it affects my Court.” She paused, “Does it affect my Court?”


She could see the uncertainty in Dacia’s features and in Ash’s. The lord’s attention was directly on her. His eyes narrowed as if reading every invisible tell her body gave. “That’s not quite true, is it Aurora. Not..a complete lie, but not the truth either.” He enunciated, “Why do you want to see Blake.” She pursed her lips, crossing her arms. The Lord’s face was stone; Dacia’s cheery face guarded, role the high lady. “You aren’t getting anywhere near my cousin until I know why you want to see him.”

“He left me a letter and I want confront him about it.”

“What was in the letter?”

“That is my business.”

Ash started to her but stopped at Dacia’s voice. “Aurora, we’re trying to meet you halfway here, but Blake is our family, we can’t just let you see him when the last time you saw him you almost killed him.” But she didn’t try to kill him the last time she saw him. But she supposed if neither Dacia or Ash knew, then that knowledge was restricted to her and Blake.

“I couldn’t kill him if I wanted to.”

Dacia snorted, “I’ve seen you fight, Aurora. You may get yourself killed in the process, but you could kill him.” Dacia gave her an appreciative look-over.“You could definitely get him in the bedroom, though.” Aurora rose a brow; Ash choked on a laugh. 

“No,” Ash smirked. “She couldn’t kill him. After all, you can’t exactly hurt your mate.”


The final horn blared through the mountain hours ago. Last day, it was the last day and Bay could finally get the fuck out of this mountain. He was filthy, hungry and desperately wanted to sleep in his bed; preferably without any nightmares.

His eyes slid to Nate, memories of sleeping side by side, without waking in a cold sweat, rose in his mind. Nate looked back at him, his eyebrows raised. “Yes?”

His ears heated. “Nothing.”

Nates lips curled into a smile, “Whatever you say, Baylor.” Bay rolled his eyes.

Ahead of him, Adrien groaned, his head hung limply, arms around Zev and Blake’s shoulders. It would seem the numbing high of Tarus’s blood was starting to wear off, reducing Adrien to the undiluted pain of shredded wings. At least, Bay supposed, he could still walk. Despite how much pain it would be to do so.

His illness started to shift in his veins. Apathy weighed down like a stone in the pit of his stomach. Who would have thought that emptiness could have weighed so much. Bay hated when he got like this.

Healers had told both Nesta and Cassian he would have bouts of deep sadness, apathy, and worthless or bouts of euphoria, reckless activity, and racing thoughts his whole life and Bay recoiled at that thought. He knew some humans had similar emotions and few ended their lives to escape but he was fae. And he would live forever. Thoughts of closing his eyes and escaping as the humans did would be entertained in his mind but at the end of the day, the thought of disappointing his mother or Cassian and Nesta stopped him. So he would pour himself into a book and escape that way.

“Hang on, Adrien,” Blake said. “Were almost out of here. Three hours at most.”

“What about Tarus’s blood?” Maze said. “Could you give him more?”

Tarus turned around, his golden eyes were assessing Adrien’s wings. He tilted Adrien’s chin up, looking at his eyes. The male’s mouth tightened, “No, I can’t.”

“Why?” Bay said flatly. “You gave it to him before.”

“Once is safe,” Tarus turned his eyes to him. “But there are…addicting properties to my blood. If I were just from the Dawn Court and didn’t have mixed blood, he could take more but I’m half and have diluted blood that can heal but also cause mind altering behavior that can leave a person an addict.”

“How can you possibly know that,” Bay said. Nate frowned at him but he didn’t care.

Tarus motioned to the scars on his neck and the ones wrapped around his arms, “Experience.” Zev’s eyes darkened and Maze went pale.

“Sorry,” Bay said.

Tarus shrugged, “It was a long time ago.” Bay highly doubted that. He could smell the lie coming off him and if he wasn’t so apathetic, he would demand named of the male who made those scars. But it was hard to make himself care.

“So what do you suggest we do?” Maze asked Tarus.

“I suggest we get out of here as fast as we can,” Tarus said. “When we do get out of here, we put fresh binds on those wings and give Adrien plenty of rest and exercises to keep his wings healthy.”

“And the pain?” Bay asked.

Tarus shrugged helplessly, “I hear alcohol has a way of reducing pain.”

Bay rose an eyebrow, “You want to trade one mind numbing addiction for another?”

“I don’t know what else to say.”

“Whatever. Let’s just get out of here,” Bay said. “I’ll scout ahead.”


Nate debated walking with Baylor but when the male was like this, it was better to give him space. He pitied any male who would try to kill him between now and the exit. A feeling Baylor was lethal but a detached one was almost as bad as Cyrian. Almost.

The other males, save for Adrien, looked to him. “What?”

Blake rose his brow, “Is there a particular reason Bay is being a dick?”

Nate glared at him, “Why would I know?” Only Cassian and Nesta knew about Baylor’s illness. As did Rhys, Feyre and his father, for security purposes. He did as well, Baylor had told him about it once, during a manic episode, and Nate had spent time with a couple of healers learning about it. Chemical imbalance that can cause dramatic mood swings, they said. He didn’t realize fae could have some of the same illnesses as humans. There were few, almost unheard of, but they were there.

“‘Why would I know?’” Blake echoed. “Maybe because you know everything about him?”

He ignored his brother and looked to Adrien, “Can you make it?”

His brother took a labored breath, “Do I have a choice?”

“No,” Maze said. “Don’t worry Ade. We’ll get you out of here and get you some help.”

Adrien’s body convulsed with a painful laughter. “Goodie.”


Pain rocketed through his body and his wings with each breath and each step. He was glad to have Zevakyn and Blake help him walk. As much as he hated it, he needed it.

Bay was ahead of them as they continued through the mountain, albeit at a slower pace, due to his pain, but they progressed. He was usually good at picking up emotions with his shadows and he wasn’t sure if it was the near blackout pain or if it was real, but he picked up a distinct lack of them from Bay. Unless apathy counted. Not many shadowsingers can read emotion through shadows but he could, as could his father. He didn’t think Nate or Blake did.

Right now, he didn’t care. It was an effort to keep air in his lungs and his wings off the ground. Adrien kept his eyes open and his feet moving, the only solace being the lilac and rain scent that was his Maze.


It wasn’t a good plan to let Bay go off on his own but Blake saw the blank look from the male. Instinct said it would be a mistake to force him to stay, so he let him go. As they advanced behind Bay, Blake kept Adrien’s arm around his shoulder, his own arm, against the lower part of his brother’s back, edging him forward.

Tarus still led them, his voice was a whisper, “Is he always like that?”

“I assume by ‘he’ you mean Bay,” Blake said. “I wouldn’t take it personally. He gets like that sometimes.”

“There was a story about a female from the camp I was originally from, she was like him,” Zev said slowly. “What is Bay’s mother’s name?”

Blake shrugged, “I don’t know. Bay won’t talk about her.”

Nate almost flinched in the corner of his eye, Blake turned his head to his brother, “Something you would like to share with the group, Nathaniel?”

“Nope,” Nate said cheerfully.

Blake opened his mouth to demand answers but Adrien said, “We got company.”


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