how to laugh like a pixie

🎈 ARIES PIXIE ~

She is a little fireball of delight, laughter, noise, and excitement. This little treasure is loud, excited, fun… and  you know when she is quiet she is up to no good. She has a bit of a temper, so whatever you do, do not put her in a cage. She needs freedom to fly. When she gets mad, her wings set alight. Her pixie dust is blood red. You will likely come home to a messy house, she loves getting into everything


👗 TAURUS PIXIE ~

She is a little earth princess and she will enjoy as much time as possible out in your garden to dance amongst the flowers. She makes music when she flies and will be found getting into your make up and beauty products. She would love a home filled with candles and fragrance. And the little pixie loves cookies. She loves to relax with you on your days off. Get her a hammock to sleep in so she can hang it between two sunflowers


🍒 GEMINI PIXIE ~

She is a playful and mischievous little pixie who is here in a moment and vanishes in the next. She is a clever creature who will be found flittering amongst your bookshelf and tip toeing through the encyclopedia. She will help you with your homework and enjoys going to school with you, hiding in your pencil case and listening in on the learning. She knows how to make you laugh and giggles as she flies. Her pixie dust is the colour of teal



🌙 CANCER PIXIE ~

This cuddly little pixie is a delicate delight who loves cosying up underneath your blankets and sleeping most of the time. She prefers to stay indoors and likes to flitter around your photographs. When she cries, she sprays a lilac perfume, but her laughter is a melody, and she is happiest when surrounded by your whole family. She has a way with babies and likes to sit on their nose and play. This little pixie needs a lot of affection and to be reminded she is safe and loved. She really fears being abandoned. Her pixie dust is the colour of light purple


🎀 LEO PIXIE ~

She is very playful, a flittery childlike pixie who requires lots of love, kisses and cuddles. She will become fiercely protective of you in times of danger.  She will lose her sunlight without adequate devotion and affection. She has a bright yellow aura and glows in the dark. She may be found rummaging around in your precious jewellery. Her pixie dust is the colour of the gold. She will love playing with your pets and giggle her heart out around children. You will need to remind her everyday how beautiful she is


💭 VIRGO PIXIE ~

This flowery little pixie petal is very clever and loves nature. She will need lots of time outside amongst the wildlife and also loves cosying up with a book. She is a very talented pix and fixes anything you have broken. She also has a great knowledge of medicine and will be of tremendous help when you get ill. She needs a lot of reassurance because sometimes her anxiety can get the best of her. Better for somebody who likes to keep their room very tidy. Her pixie dust is the colour of lime green


💋 LIBRA PIXIE ~

This precious little pixie is charming, cute, and very friendly. She will need somebody by her side at most times and may get scared or sad when she is left alone for too long. She will be found getting amongst your make up, beauty products, and she loves to be read to - especially Disney fairytales. She makes beautiful sweet music whenever she flies. Her best friend is Cupid. Her pixie dust is bright fuchsia 


🦇 SCORPIO PIXIE ~

She is a solitary and moody pixie who needs a lot of alone time and space to fly away into her own world. She will be a lifelong healer and devotee to those who love and respect her, and she will teach you more about the hidden secrets and magic of the universe than any other! She may be found flittering away in your journals or secret safes and enjoys heirlooms. She will also enjoy the night and prefer to stay awake in the dark. She likes to sit near crystals. Her pixie dust is bright purple.


🍓 SAGITTARIUS PIXIE ~

She is a fun, frivolous, and funny pixie who enjoys traveling with you and sleeping on a globe. She loves to tip toe along the countries in the atlas and enjoys watching documentaries with you. She needs a lot of freedom to fly and flitter amongst flowers and nature. Good for a person who has a puppy - she loves dogs. Perfect for a frequent traveler or a backpacker. She knows a few different languages. Her pixie dust is the orange of Jupiter. She is a lucky charm


🦄 CAPRICORN PIXIE

She is a dainty little creature who likes to keep busy and occupied. She would prefer a home that is in order and will be found sitting on the edge of the clock hands bouncing as the minutes tick by. She will help you with your homework and always stay up later than you so you are protected while you sleep. She likes to think herself as your parent. And take her out in the snow.. she is a snow angel. She has a halo ring around her like the rings of Saturn. Her pixie dust is sparkly silver


🌈AQUARIUS PIXIE ~

She is a clever little creature who enjoys swimming in chemistry sets and flittering around your textbooks. She likes the warmth of the laptop and likes to sit on top of your iPhone. She has a great knowledge of the world and can answer anything you inquire. The pixie has trouble sleeping and has some strange domestic habits. You’ll never have to use power again - she has her own electricity. Her pixie dust is baby blue


🐚 PISCES PIXIE ~

She is a water baby pixie who needs frequent time around the ocean and see her mermaid friends. She will frequently go missing flying in the direction of her daydreams but bring back a well of mystical and enchanting stories. Lots of love and reassurance required. She sleeps often and will often be found in slumber under your pillow. Her pixie dust is lilac and turquoise. When she flies, you can hear the sound of harps. If you can’t find her - check her bed

I feel like Alice Longbottom loved her short hair and Augusta insisted that a pixie cut wouldn’t look good with a wedding dress but Alice never listened. When they were admitted to St. Mungo’s, Alice’s hair grew, no one touched it. What difference did it make if it was long or short, she wouldn’t realise. Around the time Neville was old enough to remember his visits to his parents, Augusta went a day before and talked to Alice, softly, sincerely and she asked her if she could cut her hair. Alice didn’t reply but didn’t fight either.

“I know this is how you would have wanted Neville to see you,” she said as she softly brushed Alice’s hair to the side and she started cutting, Alice stared in the distance, aware of her hair falling but giving no reaction whatsoever.

After Augusta was done, she cleaned room with a lazy move of her hand and after she kissed Frank on his pale forehead, she softly brushed her hand on Alice’s shoulder.

“Alice dear, see you tomorrow,” she said with a smile and she could swear she saw Alice’s lip curl up as if she wanted to smile but Augusta shook her head and left because it was impossible.

But for one moment, Augusta felt like it was the day her son got married and the white dress on Alice wasn’t a piece of cloth given by the hospital but it was a wedding dress, she felt her eyes burn but she pushed her shoulders back, lifted her chin up and walked out of the closed ward hoping for once, Alice felt somehow that she was more than enough and pixie cut looked good on her.

Augusta laughed faintly at the thought of how Alice would have snickered if she heard Augusta say pixie cut suited her and slid into the closest Floo. 

The Patronus (Remus x Reader)

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines

Eight days have passed since Y/N heard that her aunt died. She was really close to her, and the hole in her chest doesn’t seems as it ever will be filled. Y/N refused to talk to anybody. She was curled up on her sheets, all day, missed all of her classes. She only went to the bathroom. Her roommates brought up food for her every day, but the meals mostly remained untouched. Her friends tried to talk to her, but after she shouted at Lily and told her to get out of here because she doesn’t need any help, they gave up. They decided it’s better to leave her alone for a few days. It was a Monday afternoon when she finally decided to went down to the common room. It wasn’t only because she started being better, it was also the guilt. Why was she so mean with her friends? They only wanted to cheer her up.

After she brushed her hair and put on some fresh clothes, slowly walked down on the stairways. Only a few students were in the common room, along with Remus, who sat near to the fireplace while he was reading. He didn’t even notice her until she sat down next to her. The boy’s lips slightly parted, he was clearly surprised, but didn’t say anything.

“Hey Remus.” – Y/N whispered with an almost invisible smile. She was afraid but also glad to see her best friend.

He put his book down on the table. – “Y/N! How are you?”

“Better.” – she said, and after a bit silence, she countinued louder and faster. – “I’m so sorry. Sorry for ingoring you guys, I know you only wanted to help me and support me… I was awful. And Lily…” - but at this point, Remus cut him off.

“Stop. Don’t apologize. I’m sure Lily understands what is happening with you. We’ve just really worried about you.”

Y/N smiled, tears were in her eyes. – “I could really use a hug right now.” – she muttered almost inaudibly. Remus didn’t say a word but hugged her immediately. His warm, thight hug made her cry. The last few days was the lonelinest period of her life, and Lupin’s hug made her realized that she’s not alone but also she has the best friends in the world.

“By the way” – she started after she can finally breath. – “Where are Sirius, James and Peter? Up to something again?”

“Detention. They put cornish pixies on Snape’s shoes and robe pockets.”

Remus was serious, but Y/N started to laugh. Honest, loud, cheerful laugh. Lupin melted by this. This was the sound that he loved to hear, this was the laugh that he fell in love with every time, this was the sound that always make him smile, even if he was in his biggest pain.

“I missed that tone so much.” – he whispered while Y/N stopped.

“And I missed you so much.” – she hugged him again, not so thight but really soft.

The two talked until it was the middle of the night. The common room was long-empty, while they still sat next to eachother on the couch. Talking about small, ordinary things was good for her. Remus told her how Snape’s face looked like when the cornish pixies stole his socks and his wand, how he ran after them, and how Sirius looked when McGonagall said they’ll got a full month detention. They talked about school and the exams, and Remus told her that he finally managed to produce a full, corporeal patronus.

“Oh, how I envy you! I wish I could do that too, but the only thing I can produce is a little silver dot. Maybe my patronus is an ant or a flea.”

“You probably didn’t choose the right memory. It has to be powerful, not just simply happy. I can help you… if you’d like.”

“You mean right now? I don’t think I can do that after…” - she stopped, but Remus continued while he stood up.

“But yes you can! I know you aren’t in your best mood, but you’re strong, and if dementors will appear, you’ll probably feel yourself much worse than right now. Just choose a memory, a powerful and happy one, and let it fill you.”

Y/N stood up carefully. She still didn’t know what will be the memory. The latest events of her life darkened everything, and if she thought about her family she only felt herself worse. Only her friends made her feel better. And that thought was the point when the girl looked up on Remus. The tall boy with his big, friendly eyes and his warm smile made her so happy. She take out her wand and thought about not exactly a memory, but about him and how she feels when he is around her.

“Expecto Patronum!” – she yelled, and a wolf ran around in the room instantly. Her eyes widened open as she looked up on him; he had a similar reaction. The wolf stopped in front of them and then it disappeared.

“Ermm… it was a… it’s a… so…” - he whispered, but then continued louder as he sat down on the couch. - “… see? I knew you can do it!”

“I… yes.” – she smiled and sat down next to Lupin. – “So you’re just going to ingore the fact that my patronus is a wolf?”

His cheeks blushed; he was so adorable. Y/N didn’t want to push him, he was shy indeed, and she didn’t want to make him feel more unconfortable. She leaned closer to him, wrapped her arms around his waist and put her head on his shoulder. Remus started to rubbing her back and gently kissed her forehead. His other hand rested on her thigh, and Y/N smiled onto his neck.

“Anyway” – he started, looked up on him – “I didn’t see the others come back?!”

“Eermm… I did. Surely they didn’t want to interrupt us. Sirius even made kissing noises. I was wondering why you can’t notice.”

“Oh, Godric.” – she rolled her eyes. While they talked there were only a few inches between them. Lupin smiled and Y/N bit her lips, looked down on his.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.” – she sighed and already started to leaning over to him and press her lips on his. He was slow and gentle, and Y/N felt that his face getting even warmer than usual. It felt just right, being on his arms and kissing him while her heart almost popped out from her chest. She smiled onto the kiss and Remus followed, mildly pulled away before he kissed her again; deeper, with more passion but still gently.

Tomorrow morning she woke up in Remus’ lap to the voice of Sirius and James clapping and cheering very loud.

“Just about time, darlings! “


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A/N: Boku no Hero Academiya (Kirishima/Bakugou) -  28. “Did you know you look adorable when you’re being tickled?” - I’ve always thought mini-tickles were cute (lolol look at the Hinata-thing I reblogged). Result = Random bnha fic and I have no regrets.

Summary: When Bakugou arrives at school, sized like a tiny little pixie, things are turning out a lot funnier than he had expected. Well, not funny-funny, but in the end it’s him who laughs the most. 

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Bakugou panted as he hung from the wall, his tiny legs dangling beneath him. Clenching his teeth, he pulled himself up towards the window. He was gonna commit some murders. Murders! Those damn elementary school kids. How dare they attack him with their useless quirks? 

Bakugou was merely the size of a hand right now. Just because some random kid ran over to him:

“TAG!” and before he knew it after that single touch his world was huge and he was, well, this small. He! Bakugou Katsuki, minimized by some kid!

He refused to let anyone see him like this, but he also definitely could not skip class and have everyone advance with their theoretical skills while he would stay behind. Na-ah. Not gonna happen, and definitely not because of that stupid minimize-quirk kid. How long was he going to stay like this anyway? This was no joke!

After having blasted himself towards the school, he had hurried to climb the wall in order to avoid having to walk like this through the school and with dangers of getting squished, or worse, seen by others.

“Ah s-shit!” he cursed when he reached the window which was sadly closed. So far his plan to sneak in like a bug and… He raised his tiny eyebrows when he noticed Deku was already in class. Of course that loser came early like this. He was sitting at his desk, reading in that stupid notebook. Bakugou sighed. He didn’t want anyone to see him, but if someone was going to see him it’d better be loser-Deku since he wouldn’t have to feel any shame towards him anyway.

“Deku! Fucking Deku open up!” He banged the window, made tiny explosions and a whole scene until Deku finally noticed him. His bright sparkly eyes widened, as well did his mouth.

“Eh? Kacchan!?” He rushed towards the window, opened it up and watched how a pixie-sized Bakugou stepped inside.

“Not. A. Word. About this,” Bakugou warned, but apparently his size caused Deku to not take him seriously at all, and before he knew it he swept him off his feet. Literally.

“Hey! Wha- the fuck, let me go! Let go, I’ll kill you!” Bakugou protested when Deku lifted him by his collar to study him closer.

“You’re tiny,” Deku stated the obvious, and a devious huge finger suddenly poked his tummy. Bakugou blew out a whole lot of air and started a renewed string of curses:

“NAh! Damn hell stupid idiot I know I’m tiny! F-fucking let go of me! Don’t touch me!” He kicked his legs, the panic rising. Shit, if the others in class would arrive… If anyone would see him like this…

“Good moooorning!” Bakugou froze in Deku’s grip. Shit. Shit shit shit, noooo not.. not him! Anyone but him!

“Ah, good morning Kirishima,” Deku said casually, turning around with Bakugou still dangling between his forefinger and thumb.

“Hey, what’s that?” Kirishima already had his eyes on the hysterical mini-Bakugou in Deku’s hand, and Bakugou panicked and struggled even more.

“GAhh! Let go! Noooo!” he yelled when Deku simply held him up for Kirishima to see.

“It’s a pocket-sized Bakugou,” he said with a careless shrug. That fucking…!

“Oh! Ohoho! If it isn’t a tiny little blasty Mcsplode!” Kirishima said, and Bakugou tried to run for his life but the lively red head already took him from Deku and he ended up sprawled in his hand.

“Now how did you end up like this mister? Don’t tell me the mini-kid got you there?” Ack. He knew!? An elementary kid wasn’t supposed to have a reputation while all Bakugou was known for was ‘the kid who was captured by’–

“HA!” A ticklish shock pulled him back out of his thoughts, and he looked up in shock. Kirishima poked Bakugou’s tummy just like Deku had done, but then he wiggled his finger a little and Bakugou tensed up, his own tiny hands gripping Kirishima’s finger in an attempt to get him off. 

“No! Nohoho – wahait! Stop that don’t touch me!” Bakugou huffed, but a laugh suddenly came out of him and he squeezed his eyes shut. 

“Watch it, Kacchan’s ticklish Kirishima,” Deku warned carefully. Well he shouldn’t have! Fuck him! Bakugou turned his head and glared at Deku, raising a fist as big as a bread crumb and shouting:

“SHUT YOUR STUPI - ahahaah no! Nohoho shihihit!” he laughed when Kirishima tested Deku’s words by wiggling his finger against Bakugou’s tummy again. Blushing, Bakugou convulsed entirely and hiccupped, squeaky giggles mixing with his angry laughter as he was being tickled mercilessly by this evil giant. Uh oh, he was in big trouble.

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Midnight Luxe (Part 2)

Originally posted by mayfifolle

(Part 1) (Part 3)  (Part 4)  (Part 5)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: University AU/ Angst / Smut

Summary: Your life was nothing but a drag until you met Jeon Jungkook. The alluring and beautiful fashion design student who asked you to model for his upcoming runway show, the man who turned your life upside down. Soon you find yourself pulled into his eccentric group of friends and their enticing world of fashion, sex and music, a world that may ultimately leave your heart in pieces.

Inspired by the anime/manga paradise kiss :)


Driving with Jungkook in his expensive open top car was perhaps the most liberating experience of your life. Your palms sweated against the black leather clad seats as your hair blew wildly in the wind.

Streetlights morphed into a blur as Jungkook sped down the road. He gripped the steering wheel tightly within his large hands and his eyes flitted over to you every so often, you felt so completely exposed being trapped in the gaze of his  beautiful knowing eyes. He didn’t smile at you, nor did he frown, instead he wore a facial expression that could almost be described as sultry, everything about him oozed sensuality, even when he wasn’t trying.

Already you were completely entranced.

The way Jungkook drove was wild. He was going so alarmingly fast and it set your heart hammering even harder than before. You had to stop yourself letting out a cry of panic as he flew over a speed bump, your body jolting upwards violently as he did so. It continued on like this, him rushing past red lights, going over the speed limit and you were pretty sure he almost killed about three pedestrians.

“I got my license three days ago” Jungkook announced with a smirk.

“Really? I never would have been able to tell” you replied, voice laced with sarcasm.

Even talking to him without your voice wavering proved to be difficult. He let out a small chuckle at your words, the melodic noise echoed through your mind even after he’d stopped.

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so there’s this guy in three of my dance classes

and first off, I’m 5'7, 5'11 in dance shoes, 170 pounds, broad shoulders and big hips and not small in any dimension. For a ballroom dancer, this means a lot of time spent learning the men’s parts. Especially in lifts.

I’ve had years now of guys kinda just going “lol heck naw” when told to lift me. I don’t admit this part much, but it makes me want to sink into the ground and die when every other girl can be lifted, but I’m just too big.

So this guy, smaller than me and really cute, shows up at auditions and I see this girl across the room getting tossed about like the beautiful pixie she is, and apparently I looked a little wistful because this boy asked me if I liked lifts.

“Oh. I… Uh… I’ve never really done the girls part. I’m a little big, haha…” (laugh it off, as usual.)

He looked me dead in the eye and then picked me up like a movie princess, bounced me in the air a few times, and set me down effortlessly while telling me whoever refused to lift me before was just being a lazy wimp.

I seriously doubt this boy will ever really get how much that meant to me. But, holy cow. Some faith in humanity just got restored.

anonymous asked:

OKAY BUT I'm one of the people who follows your Snapchat AND EVERY SINGLE TIME you speak I still can't get over how cute your voice is, like it's super adorable AND THEN YOU LAUGH OR GIGGLE and i just.... SIN MOTHER HOW DO YOU SOUND LIKE A PIXIE?!

It honestly baffles me too. Like, I am a BIG PERSON. I’m 5′6″ and 200 lbs and I feel like I should have the voice of a grizzled sea captain to match my #aesthetic but alas, I was born a pure soprano with a weird squeaky laugh *shrugs*

Things My Sister Said Watching Strange Magic

After Walking In During The Halfway Point 


*snorting/laughing during nearly each of Thang and Stuff’s lines*
• “I have a feeling that this was a movie that wasn’t made, y’know, in America. Not an American movie.” “Well, it is. Its from George Lucas.” “WHAT?!” 
•“This was out in theaters? Really??? I don’t remember that…” 
•“This is what kids watch now on Disney Channel? Remember when we…”(*a brief splashing around in the sea of 90′s nostalgia*)
• Roland: “Thank you, tiny rabbit!” *laughs and repeats “tiny rabbit”*
*Marianne talking about her own heart break*
(hissing to me in realization) “I think she’s talking about the prince riding that squirrel!” 
(TANGY SHE DID THE SAME THING YOUR MOM DID SHE THOUGHT ROLAND WAS THE ROYAL ONE)
*Marianne slips from the flytrap, Bog catches her* “If she falls, she has wings….?”
I, knowing she has a fair point, throw up a hand, and she laughs.
*Bog and Marianne fly through the thicket* “I think they’re gonna end up together…”
• *Marianne loses the flower Bog gave her* “Oh, the memento of their love is left in the web…”
(Gosh, Care, how poetic of you…)
• Griselda: “Hey, I used to be hot!” *HUGE GUFFAW*
*the castle collapsing/ Bog’s sacrifice* “Yeah, that would kill him. You ain’t gonna fly away after you’re trapped in a skull.” 
*about Sunny and Dawn* “He’s really short.” “He’s an Elf.” “And she’s a…pixie?” “A Fairy.” “Huh.” 
*Roland talking* “He sounds like Harry Connick Jr.” 
• Thang: “Are you a girl?!” Stuff: “Isn’t it obvious?” “HUH.” 
 *crowd starts singing Tell Him* “They’re meddling meddlers…”
*pointing to Bog* “Who is he supposed to be?” “What?” “Who is he supposed to be???” “Oh! A Goblin.”  

And, finally, the quote that sums up her whole experience: 

• “I get that this movie is called Strange, but this is very very odd.”

But on the whole, not at all negative! I’m quite happy! 

Come With Us

Originally posted by moon-leviosa

You were walking alongside a few of your other Slytherin classmates when suddenly you felt two pairs of arms lift you up and carry you to an abandoned corridor. You didn’t bother to struggle since you automatically knew whose arms those belonged to. As soon as your best friends set you down, you asked “What the hell you two?” the two gingers looked at each other, you could practically feel their excitement radiating off of them. 

“Come with us.” they both said. “Where?” you asked, they were practically jumping up and down when you asked the question. “Out of Hogwarts and to our new joke shop in Diagon Alley.” 

“Real funny guys, but you and I are still in our 7th year. There is no way Umbitch would allow us to leave.”

“That’s why we’re not asking her, we are simply leaving and never coming back.” they said. 

“Do you mean to tell me that you guys are dropping out of Hogwarts?”

“Yes.”

“Count me in.” You weren’t going to ask about money, you knew they were smart. They wouldn’t leave Hogwarts unless they could financially support themselves. Besides, you would jump at any chance to get away from Umbitch and blood and house discrimination. Fred and George embraced you they both hugged you tightly, ever since your first year of Hogwarts you three have been as thick as thieves. They were the first ones to not care about your blood status, to them it didn’t care that you were the first Muggleborn to be sorted into Slytherin in the past hundred years. 

“Ok fella’s since we are leaving we need to go out with a bang, do guys have any idea’s?” You asked. 

“dear (y/n) did you not expect us to have already have a plan that included you in it. tsk tsk, we are disappointed in you Miss. (l/n).” Fred said, you poked his side and laughed. Fred and George both explained how you guys would leave and you couldn’t help but love it.


“Alright, is everything in place?” they both nodded. “Let’s do this and hope Umbitch doesn’t get her beefy hands on us.” you said and slightly laughed. On the count of three you three you let out the first fireworks that would catch Umbitch’s attention. Then you let out a small pixie like firework that would lead to more fireworks. Amongst the discord you felt a bitter sweetness, this was your final goodbye to your home. Although you never got on with most of your house mates there were a few who you would miss, but not as much as you would have missed the twins if they would have left you behind. 

As one of the last fireworks broke all of the rules that hung on the wall and all over Umbitch you three rode your brooms outside and the final firework left a single W signifying the Weasley name. It didn’t matter to you that your last initail wasn’t there. Because either way you felt like you were part of the Weasley family. 


(hey this isn’t the end, I am going to make this a series. like days in the shop and such. I just had such a good time writing this that I thought I might as well make it a series.)

anonymous asked:

hi!!! ive been kinda down recently and i need some cheering up so i was wondering if u had any headcanons on my fav trans girls jason and percy?!? thanx

Aw, I hope you feel better soon, and I sure do! I already have some trans girls Jason hcs here and one for Percy’s name here but I will always find more ways to talk about my daughters

  • When Jason finds out that Percy is trans she almost cries because finally, there’s someone who’s trans who she can talk to
  • While on the Argo II they have sleepovers where Percy teaches Clio how to paint nails, put on lipstick properly, how to braid her hair, and they talk about people they like, and Clio finds it’s so surreal because she’s never had the opportunity to fully feel like some silly teenage girl… and she loves it
  • They both find braiding hair really relaxing, so whenever they’re stressed, they’ll search out the other and ask to braid their hair
  • Sally and (trans woman) Paul(a) adopts Clio and immediately help her just like they helped Percy
  • Clio adores Sally and Paul and honestly sees them as her parents, and is just so moved to see an older trans woman in a happy relationship, being apart of a happy family?
  • Clio isn’t actually really girly, but she can’t help but love it when Percy drags her along to do something like go watch awful romance films or go clothes shopping
  • She was highkey terrified when she met Thalia again and had to explain that yeah, it was her, she used to be Jason, but Thalia was playfully just like ‘wtf you’re taller and prettier than me? Sis, we need to have a talk’ - basically she was super chill and Clio was so surprised and happy
  • AND LET ME HAVE THIS IDEA of Artemis offering Clio a place in her Hunt and subtly hinting that she knew Clio was trans and that made no difference, that she was a girl and so was just as deserving of a place as Thalia and that just… it hit her hard, and she was over the moon, even though she had to decline
  • The first time Clio went to Pride she literally cried and laughed and smiled and clung onto Percy for dear life
  • They go every year wearing matching shirts because they’re like that
  • Clio loves how she actually feels like she’s allowed to show how much she loves her friends and hug them and hold their hand (like she absolutely loves being able to hold Percy’s hand as they walk down the street without anyone throwing slurs)
  • As she begins to become more comfortable with herself, she finally gets a pixie cut, and along with her HP style glasses she literally looks so beautiful, like someone who’s picture you would so use in an aesthetic for your favourite character because she just looks that pretty Percy is so gay for her
  • She discovers that she really really likes flower crowns, and floral patterns, and looks amazing in them
  • The first time she feels confident enough to wear a suit has everyone shook because damn she literally looks like a goddess, everyone is in awe
  • PIGGYBACKRIDES!
  • She’s super protective over Percy because even though she knows Percy can handle herself, she looks so pretty and sweet and she’s soo much shorter than Clio
  • So yeah, Percy looks like some pretty delicate mermaid (with the body of Samantha Wright) who dyes her hair a thousand different colours and loves wearing seashell jewellery, but will break your wrist if you’re transphobic
  • She transitioned early on thanks to Sally being the best mum ever
  • She can run in heels and can totally use them as a weapon if needs be
  • She was honestly so happy to have met Clio too, even with Paula as her mum too, as it was nice to talk to someone who was trans and her own age
  • Percy adores friendship bracelets, she will make and give one to everyone she loves
  • It was a bit awkward when she bumped into her namesake, but ‘Phone was honestly just flattered so it’s all good

This is all I can think of at the moment!

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For Jen’s prompt here [x]

The guy is back again. Derek watches curiously from his counter, idly keeping an eye on the teenaged vampires trying to decide on a type from the blood popsicle selection. The guy outside the store is a little pale and lanky, with a cute upturned nose and a sprinkle of moles on his pale face, not that Derek didn’t notice the first time he stopped in the middle of the bustling street to stare at Derek’s store sign, which he wasn’t supposed to be able to do.

With a bright-eyed smile the guy tells his two friends something that Derek isn’t able to pick up through the various wards that protect his shop from the mundane world, even with his werewolf hearing, and the floppy-haired boy with the uneven jawline takes the hand of the brunette girl and they walk on, laughing and waving back at the guy, who is now staring resolutely right at his door, hands in his pockets, a curious look on his face.

The bell above the door rings jauntily and the guy sweeps into the store, eyes dancing merrily over all the sweet displays. Derek tenses up, because he can’t smell a whiff of the supernatural off the guy– not the scent of a wolf, that long-dead acidity that vampires seem to exude, the electric sharp tang of banshees or even the saccharine whiff of the fae. The three vampires seem to notice too, and one of the girls’ nostrils flare as she takes a deep breath as the guy walks by her.

“Here, we’re having a sale on all Type B,” Derek says, grabbing the pops and hastily ringing them up. Fortunately the vampires seem more interested in the sale and leave right after making their purchase, leaving Derek alone with the human–he must be human, the way he’s staring at the shelf of chocolate-covered pixies and the tray of slightly shimmering caramel cobwebs below it.

“Can I help you?” Derek asks, biting his lip.

“You don’t look like a hipster,” the guy says with a cheery smile.

“A what?” Derek frowns, crossing his arms.

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[SUMMARY: Rubys brother Jesus comes back to the hilltop bruised up with Daryl and Rick by his side. Ruby is very protective of Jesus and automatically isn’t welcoming to these men although Jesus insists that they’re trying to help their group.]

Drama/Smut

Daryl and Ruby.

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Imagine: You’ve been telling some of the Lost Boys the stories about Peter Pan that you heard growing up, and Peter confronts you about it. Drama (and a game) ensues.

*You have magic in this imagine.

You were walking through the woods, long after everyone else had gone to sleep.

As you approached a clearing, Peter appeared in front of you.

“Y/n! Just the girl I wanted to see,” he says.

“Oh? And why is that?” you ask.

He leans against a nearby tree, “I hear you’ve been telling the Lost Boys stories.”

“I have.”

“About me,” he adds on.

You nod, “I thought that they should know what other people think you’re like.”

“And what do they think?” He quirks an eyebrow.

“Well, to be honest, I was always a fan of yours. You were my favorite bedtime story, and I must have seen your movies a million times,” you admit.

“What am I like in all these things that made you love me so much?” he asks, smirking.

“For one thing, you were very charming. The girls would always fall in love with you; Wendy, Tiger Lily, even Wendy’s daughter Jane, I think. And you would go on and on about ‘faith, trust, and pixie dust’. You taught everyone how to fly, by thinking happy thoughts.”

You pause for a moment to see him deep in thought, brow furrowed.

You feel the tension in the air and can’t help but wonder if he was ever like that, if Neverland was ever such a place.

You break him out of his reverie by adding, “And you had the most adorable little hat too, I’d love to see you in that.”

He laughs, “Oh really?”

“Yes, of course! As a matter of fact, I made one. It was supposed to be for Caden, as he practically worships you now that I’ve started telling him those stories. But, I’m sure he won’t mind.”

Then, with a wave of your hand, the aforementioned hat appears on his head.

You try to keep from laughing, but can’t help yourself.

He yanks on it, but it won’t come off.

“What did you do?” he cries, expression torn between horror and amusement.

“The only way you’ll be able to take it off is if I let you, which I don’t think I ever will. You look very cute, if not slightly ridiculous.”

And then you burst into fit of laughter once more.

“Fine, if you won’t let me take off this awful hat, let’s make it a game. How about you give me a…kiss?”

“Alright, I suppose that’s fair,” you say, “But, in the stories, you don’t even know what a kiss is.”

“How fortunate for you that I do in real life,” he says, chuckling darkly as he walks towards you.

You lean up and press a kiss to his cheek.

“There,” you say.

“That wasn’t a real kiss!” he protests.

It’s your turn to smirk.

“You didn’t specify, how was I supposed to know?”

“You’re going to pay for that one, y/n. If I have to wear this horrific hat, you get to be my Wendy,” he says.

“What?”

He flicks his hand, and suddenly, you’re in a old fashioned cream-colored nightdress, ankle length and covered with lace patterns.

“I look like my grandmother!” you exclaim, “All I did was make you wear the hat, it’s not like I’m forcing you into those tights,” and then you pause as the evil thought enters your head, “Or am I?”

You wave your hand, and almost immediately, he’s wearing his cartoon namesake’s collared green shirt and slightly darker green tights.

He looks down at himself in disbelief.

You can barely breathe, you’re laughing so hard and have to lean against a nearby tree to keep from falling over.

“You are awful, truly awful, y/n,” he says, but you can tell he’s trying to keep from laughing as well.

And then, his eyes alight with a new found idea.

“I’m wearing the hat, I’m wearing the entire absurd outfit. I think you owe me a real kiss for this, y/n.”

“Really? I don’t think I owe you anything, because the way I see it, I’m doing you a favor. I’m enlightening you in the world of fashion! Personally, I think you should dress like that all the time.”

He shakes his head, chuckling softly.

“Why are you so afraid to kiss me? Scared that you’ll like it?”

He places his hands on your waist, pulling you against him.

“No, I’m scared that after this, I won’t see this side of you for a long time. I’ve always wondered if you were ever like the Peter Pan in the stories, and you are, you just hide him away. Why?”

“I don’t know, y/n. But maybe, I’ll let him show a little more often,” he murmurs.

And then his lips are pressed against yours,  his mouth warm and soft as velvet.

Your hands reach up to tangle in his dark blonde hair, and he smiles into the kiss.

When you break apart, he says, “Do me a favor, love, and don’t tell the Lost Boys a story about this.”

A/N: Hi, I hope you enjoyed the story! Please like and reblog, and also send in imagine requests, I want to know what you guys want to read!

I recently watched both Disney Peter Pan movies and immediately fell in love with his adorable outfit, especially the hat. 

Thanks for reading!

die-forellex  asked:

ALRIGHT WOULD YOU RATHER DAILY: Be married to Eren but every time he comes home he brings a toy horse. I mean like, he goes to the grocery store brings home a toy horse. Then suddenly starts calling your hair a "mane." soon you have hundreds of toy horses, but he denies this and gets really upset. Soon he can only look at you if you are wearing a horse costume and he asks that you neigh like every time you address him. OR have Pixis be your sugar daddy.

I like how that whole message was just establishing how fucking insane Eren is with horses and then it’s just “or have pixis be your sugar daddy” IT MADE ME LAUGH MORE THAN IT SHOULD HAVE.

Anyways, I’m picking Pixis as my sugar daddy. Bitch needs financial stability. CAN EREN PROVIDE THAT IF HE’S BUYING FUCKING TOY HORSES EVERY GODDAMN DAY?! Also I don’t wanna neigh. That’s weird.

Your asks give me life ❤️

anonymous asked:

This just made me laugh out loud: "# every single time# thank god we dont get more than 1 every 4 months and this is all they have" Tags by a big Larrie concerning the new Gryles pic. Well, 1 pic in every four months (which is not even accurate but Larries and reality are two different things, I guess) is a bit more than what you lot get, isn't it? I love how they're trying to play it cool when yesterday was just another nail in the coffin - Harry skipping a family wedding for Pixie's.

and this is all they have

Like….? Gryles has been everywhere this year. First interviews, flying him into his performances, attending weddings together… like constantly connected and hanging out and being really visibly cuddly and intimate together. Every 4 months though. They have been hanging out ALL year. How did Larries cope those few weeks they were everywhere together.

But I love the “thank god”… why are they stressing about the number of Gryles photos and interactions out there? They have to praise God there’s not as much as there could be? Why, what would the problem if if there was? Would it threaten their little Larrie universe of primary colors and algebra equations? 

You know Larries were super bothered yesterday because all I saw on their blogs was them talking about Harry’s cleavage and all of them acting like Nick wasn’t even there.

anonymous asked:

the-shimmering-silwermoon ;D cos I just had to...

O.M.G! Why DO you have to ask?! O___O *stupid evil laugh*

Wtf do you want me to tell? I LOVE you and I LOVE your pixie sims! Before I got to know you I had no idea how to get around. All your posts were always out of this world to me and made me feel like mine were total crap, and one like you might not even look at my posts. HAHAH! But that was BEFORE I actually got to talk to you and know you. And Have I regretted it? NEVER A DAY! ♥ I love talking to you, I love having you as a part of my group of friends, and close friends not to forget. I just hate the distance between us is so big. ;__;

Your sims and pictures always inspire me when I need motivation. You always make me feel good about my decisions and we can talk about everything and anything that does not even relate to sims. I love you for that. Thank you for accepting me, thank you for being you ♥

@the-shimmering-silwermoon

SO GUYS I JUST HAD SUPER CLAVICUS VILE FEELINGS CAUSE I THOUGHT OF SOMETHING

Okay so like

You know how I was talking about how Clavicus “suddenly went through puberty” as a laugh?

Well, okay, so Daedra (especially the Princes) can take on whatever frm they want based on how they feel, which is why Boethiah is a scary motherfucker and Sheo is an oddball.

Well.

This means that before all this Clavicus Vile identified as a little boy.

An imp, yes, a cheeky little fucker, but a little boy nonetheless. This wasn’t an adult pixie type deal that just fucks shit up. He grew up, which means that he was identifying as a child. He WAS a child.

It’s only in Skyrim that he’s sick of Barbas. In previous TES games Barbas is loyally by his side, and he doesn’t show any sign of not wanting Barbas around. He’s a little kid, with his puppy, happy.

Then, he grows up. He grows up, gets sick of him, AND HE’S ALL ALONE IN THIS CAVE AND HE’S JUST… LIKE ALL HIS FOLLOWERS HAVE GONE AND

CLAVICUS

CLAVICUS VILE IS JUST AN UNLOVED LITTLE BOY.

PADOMAY TAKE THE WHEEL

Mika-Rin’s Enthusiasm on The Path of Becoming Idol-Charming All Titans

[translation: yusenki]

From SnK Gag Drama CD - みかりんの熱狂アイドル道~すべての巨人を魅了して

Characters: Eren, Mikasa & Jean (Mention of Armin as script writer)

Note: Manzai is one of Japan’s stage comedy, more info can be read Here

Thanks to naruniverse who requested on this track

Intro by Armin:

Survey Legion is the organization of man-kind’s last hope and their specialty in eliminating titans made them the man-kind’s strongest military force.

Mikasa (M): *barge in* EREN!

Eren (E): What is it, why are you so flustered, Mikasa? *gasp* Don’t tell me, it’s the titans?!!

M: In the next service recognition party “laughing competition”, which will be held after the long distance formation training, I heard that you will be performing Manzai with Jean

E: Ah…about that… It was decided by the lot drawing… No choice about it..

M: Eren… You better give up on performing Manzai

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