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Lara Asprey, 33, from Ascot, is a high-society match-maker who helps people find love. Her skill is playing cupid for ultra-high-net-worth individuals - and she's extremely good at what she does.

Lara has always collected names in a little black book - literally - and brought what she refers to as ‘Sloaney sorts’ together. She holds details of more than 2,000 eligible men and women aged from 19 to 75, but her bespoke match-making client list is much smaller with more male millionaires and billionaires, and most of them are in their 40s and 50s.

Seventy per cent work in the City in some capacity. There are bankers, hedgefund managers and CEOs, but also high-ranking civil servants, professional golfers and landed gentry. She has lots of Old Etonians and Harrovians and Oxbridge types.

'Life is increasingly difficult for very successful men over 50,’ she explains. 'They have a professional profile and value privacy. They don’t want to put themselves out there.

'It makes them feel uncomfortable and they don’t have the time, what with the amount of travel and work they do. They’re not necessarily extroverts. They can broker billion-pound deals, but are shy when it comes to romance.

'They don’t want to ask friends or colleagues for introductions and certainly don’t want to do online dating.’

botw - alternatively

in BotW, Urbosa mentions that ancient of days original Ganon is said to have taken the form of a Gerudo King back in the day. I feel like this actually made quite an impact of Gerudo culture. The impact is almost no Gerudo ever identify as male even all these centuries later. 

those who did tended to get alot of pressure and scrutiny from their fellow Gerudo and often left their country, usually forever. in fact, the pressure on young Gerudo to travel and go on coming-of-age sabbaticals into the rest of the kingdom is actually a tradition directly attributed to this phenomenon. The elders decided to encourage travel so that young Gerudo would see other cultures that actually DON’T put tremendous pressure on gender and get them to fucking chill. Cut their own men some slack. 

This greatly increased the number of Gerudo over the years who returned and were willing to identify as male. In fact, the journey is often where Gerudo are expected to make a decision about their identify. Most other Hylian races are totally unaware of this as most Gerudo on their pilgrimage will blandish about ‘looking for a husband’ if you ask them why they are traveling. It’s bullshit. Not always, but usually its code for “not sure if I’m a guy or a girl. Let me figure it out.” 

Preference: Marvel (X-Men)

How You Meet

Characters: Alex Summers, Charles Xavier, Erik Lensherr, Hank McCoy, Logan Howlett, Peter Maximoff, Raven Darkholme.

Warnings: swearing, mugging, alcohol consumption and stealing

Request: “Preferences : X-men; how you meet (every characters you can?)” - anonymous

A/N: Sorry I didn’t do a lot of characters, but as of now those are the characters I feel most comfortable writing for from X-Men (seeing as I haven’t watched all the movies !!)

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X-Men Headcanon: How Logan acts when meeting your parents

Originally posted by johnwatsonfalls

  • Logan really wants to believe that he’s a cool cucumber and that he doesn’t care what your parents think of him, but in reality he is a mess. 
    • You repeatedly tell him that your parents will like him, but when that doesn’t work you try to assure him that you’ll love him even if they don’t. 
    • None of your tactics work so you just have to watch as he silently suffers. 
    • A few days before the two of you are scheduled to travel to your parents, Logan seems to have calmed down. But then you notice that his leg is shaking nonstop. It’s one of the few times you’ve seen Logan nervous enough to fidget. 
  • Everything changes when you pull up to your parent’s place. 
    • He suddenly becomes very still and looks calm, but you know better. 
    • You know that he’s giving himself a peptalk so that he doesn’t go crazy when he actually has to say hello to your parents for the first time. 
  • As you suspected from the beginning everything goes really well. 
    • Logan doesn’t talk much, but that’s not outside of his normal personality. 
    • If anything both Logan and your parents are equal parts intimidated. Your parents because Logan is very muscular and intimidating and Logan because your parents are the ones who raised you and he thinks you’re the best thing that has ever happened. 
  • Logan hasn’t had many homecooked meals in his life so the dinner that you’re family eats is one of the best meals he’s had and after all the food he feels significantly more relaxed. 
  • At the end of the night while the two of you are driving home you ask him if it was as bad as he thought it was going to be. 
    • He denies ever being nervous, because of course he has an image to maintain. 
    • But you know that he feels much better now than he did three days ago. 
  • It wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be, but he doesn’t really want to have another visit any time soon. 

idonia-dovahkiin  asked:

I, too, have a love for Voltage. My bank account would say "obsession," but I digress. In the four games that I've played (SLBP, MFWP, EitM and Office Secrets) all the MCs seem the same: shy, meek, easily embarrassed girls. Granted most the situations are extraordinary (I'm only speaking for the ones I've played), and how MC meets the men is as such. Do you think the guys will attracted to any other "personality type?" Please feel free to break this up in different parts, or only one game.

So the way I approached this one was to pick a few personality types and list every guy (from the apps I’ve played) that I believe would be interested in them, mostly because if I did by discussing it I could write you a dissertation on the subject lol. This was also hard because I believe that one person does not have one personality type, I think we’re more complicated than that. Every guy got put into two to three categories, but some could have been in more or less.

Guys Who Would Be Attracted to:

The Fiery, Stubborn Girl: Nagito, Eisuke, Ota, Mamoru, Hikaru, Huedhaut, Chikage, Kyoga, Yuma, Chance, Aurora, Asahi, Ren, Kai, Shinichi, Hidetaka, Riki, Keith, Joshua, Subaru, Kaiji, Nobunaga, Saizo, Masamune, Shingen, Ieyasu

The Intelligent Bookworm: Iori, Takashi, Ryo, Soryu, Rhion, Shuichi, Scorpio, Huedhaut, Samon, Tomoki, Irving, Ash, Seiichirou, Kai, Kiyonori, Kenshi, Edward, Wilfred, Joshua, Daichi, Mitsuhide, Yukimura, Kojoro, Mitsunari

The Girl With Poor Self – Esteem and Baggage: Nagito, Takashi, Soryu, Ota, Rhion, Luke, Leon, Dui, Chikage, Samon, Aoi, Kyo, Yamato, Seiichirou, Junta, Rikiya, Hidetaka, Takuto, Edward, Wilfred, Glenn, Mitsuhide, Yukimura, Hideyoshi, Mitsunari, Toshiie

The Girl With Trust Issues: Kyohei, Kota, Eisuke, Baba, Teorus, Dui, Shinra, Yuma, Kyo, Yoshimitsu, Ash, Yamato, Ren, Rikiya, Kenzo, Riki, Hiro, Atsumu, Roberto, Glenn, Daichi, Kaiji, Mitsuki, Sora, Nobunaga, Masamune, Kenshin

The Cold Girl: Kota, Ryo, Baba, Mamoru, Hikaru, Leon, Teorus, Ichthys, Miyabi, Shinra, Aoi, Itsuki, Aurora, Hiroto, Junta, Kiyonori, Takuto, Kenshi, Roberto, Sora, Saizo, Kojoro, Hideyoshi, Ieyasu, Toshiie

The Confident, Sexy Girl: Kyohei, Iori, Luke, Shuichi, Scorpio, Ichthys, Miyabi, Kyoga, Tomoki, Itsuki, Chance, Yoshimitsu, Irving, Asahi, Hiroto, Shinichi, Kenzo, Hiro, Atsumu, Keith, Subaru, Mitsuki, Kenshin, Shingen

yes, bi women are so nurtured and validated and rewarded! that’s why they experience the highest rates of IPV when broken down by sexuality. men looooove nurturing and validating them. in fact bisexual women and cishet men host meetings every month to calculate how much patriarchal and capitalist power they’ll hold together. when marx wrote das kapital he said that the b in bourgeoise stands for bisexual women and the s in bisexual stands for surplus value. stay woke. 

Part Time Jobs that are Good for Sugaring

I’ve read lots of “How To” job post on how to meet wealthy men. But a lot of them are paraprofessional jobs (i.e. air hostess, car dealership, etc) that require a lot of time, training, and unavailable commitment. But, if you’re in school and or just in between SDs and need to make ends meet. Here are some decent, everyday, and easy part time jobs that also keep your eyes on the prize.

1. 💊 Cashier at a Pharmacy: in wealthy subdivisions ONLY. Hardly anyone is exempt from needing an Rx here or there. Esp. old, high net worth, highly stressed men. lol

2. 🕋 Front Desk at A Hotel: For obvious reasons. This is a job that I heavily considered BUT, be careful. Most hotel chains have a strict “No Fraternizing with Guest” policy, even off premises! This can apply to casino workers also. This can be kind of counterproductive, which is why I chose not to pursue. But hey, maybe you can!

3. 🥃Bartender: at High End restaurants ONLY. Bar tending can be kind of stressful, UNLESS, you’re meeting rich men every night. So, def aim for the high end bars.


❗️But not serving.
I served for years. But found, that no matter how many wealthy men were attracted to me. They simply WERE NOT going to risk the indiscretion to exchange contact with “the help” over a table full of business pals & colleagues who, ALSO know they’re married. Bars attract solo patrons and tend to be more discreet.

4. 🍺 Concession Stands: at professional/college sports stadiums and arenas. Get those beer mugs ready! lol.

5. 👔 Luxury MEN retailers: any Men’s Warehouse, Polo, Hugo, etc in the mall. Mmmm 😋

6. 🍷Quality Steak, Specialty Foods, & Wine Shops: Most men who are wealthy tire/bore of the fancy restaurants and business-over-dinner meals. So they end up grilling, cooking, and drinking at home alone. Yet they still want and seek quality in their food.

7. ✈️ Retailers, Restaurants, Vendors IN an airport:
I remember being lost at the Raleigh-Durham Int Airport trying to find my terminal. And every now and then I would walk past a watch shop or restaurant/grill only to see some succulently wealthy looking man by himself or sitting at the bar. If only I knew then what I know now, lol.

8. 🏌Country Club: bartender or golf services.

9. 💻 Cashier/Specialist: at technology retailers or any place that sells high end gadgets.
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Characters: Jimin x You

Genre: ceo!jimin || arranged marriage (I have no idea at this point)

Multi-chaptered!

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It is tiring to be standing in front of all these people. All of them looking up at him expectantly, waiting upon his next words like hungry wolves. He is the bait that is dangled in front of them, and once he is dropped, they will pounce and devour until nothing is left.

The cameras flash again in his face, and the white spots swarm in his vision. Loud chatter fills his ears from his spot on the stage and he resists all temptation to turn on his heels to walk away. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

Amongst all the chaos, he is slightly calmed down by the sight of one person who remains unmoving. You stand – stoic and without expression – hands folded in front of you in a manner that is the same if not more serious than him.

“Jimin,” he hears you say the two syllables.

They fall flat, a name that over the years has accumulated many emotion but now, contain nothing.

He looks at you, standing beside him with your face towards the crowd in front. With a deep breath, he walks up towards all the reporters and opens his mouth. They all drop silent and wait.

“Yes, we are divorced.”

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Quite the Catch

    Anon requested: blind date with Harrison

Fluff

I’m sorry that it’s short, but I hope you like it. Thank you for the request.


    “Okay, but hear me out. He’s really fun to be around and he has some pretty good jokes. He can also juggle. Juggle! He’s really a catch.” Tom pleaded from across the table the two of you were occupying in the small coffee house. You had met the brunette a few months ago for work and things really hit off. Now here he was, sitting across from you with his hands clasped tightly together in front of his mouth, begging for a favour.

    You sighed heavily as your gaze wandered towards the small window to your left, “I don’t kn-”

    “Please? He really could use someone as great as you in his life. Just one date, just one. If things don’t click, then I won’t bother you about it ever again.”

    After a few beats silence and considering the pros and cons, you answered, “Fine…”


     That’s why you found yourself siting alone at a local eatery, slowly sipping your water while your eyes flickered over each patron. Tom had told you to be on look out for a lean man with blonde hair and blue eyes,  your friend was absolutely brilliant when it came to descriptions. Too bad he failed to consider how many men fit that image. You weren’t necessarily nervous about meeting this man, you trusted Tom, but you were more nervous about how this meeting could possibly go. What if it didn’t go well at all? What if it did go well?

     “You’re y/n, right?” The unfamiliar voice forced you from your thoughts. “No….this is Patrick.” You answered with a confused expression, silently praying he understood your reference so you didn’t sound like an idiot.

     “Oh really?” he chuckled with a dazzling smile that made his striking blue eyes crinkle in the corners, “Well I hope you don’t mind Patrick, but do you mind if I sit with you while I wait for my date to get here? She should be here any moment now.” He played along with your joke, that was a good sign. You took a sip from your water while gesturing to the vacant seat across from you, signalling him to sit. He reached his hand over for you to shake, “I’m Harrison, Tom has told me loads about you though I must say, he is terrible at describing people. You are much prettier than the minimal description.”

    You laughed at the statement, “You got that right,” you shook your head before changing the pitch of your voice to mimic Tom in an over exaggerated manner, “Just look out for a guy with blonde hair and blue eyes. He’s kinda tall too.” Harrison laughed with you as you spoke. “I’m y/n, it’s nice to finally put a face to a name. Tom hasn’t told me much about you, he wanted me to get to know you on my own. Aside from you two being best friends and stressing that you can juggle, but I’m a little skeptical on that.” You joked with a slight smirk.

     “You doubt my mad skills?” He put his hand to his chest, feigning offence, “Well then I will definitely have to show you the first opportunity I get.”

Conversation passed between the two of you with ease. You swapped stories of all sorts, spoke of common interests, you even took turns trying to throw french fries into the the other’s mouth. After dinner, the two of you just walked around the city, talking and enjoying the company of the other. You hated to admit that Tom was right, but you had an amazing time.

     At the end of the night, he dropped you off at home, refusing to let you take the train back at the late hour. You didn’t complain, you wanted to spend more time with him. “You know, you never did show me your juggling skills.” you stated as he walked you to your door.

     “Oh you’re right, I guess I’ll just have to show you next time we go out.” He replied with a cheeky grin, his intense ice blue eyes gleamed brightly at you despite the low lighting.

     “If this is your way of asking me out again, consider this my acceptance,” you handed him your phone, already unlocked so he could put add his contact. He took it without hesitation  When you had your device back, you stood on your toes slightly and pressed your lips delicately to his cheek, a sweet kiss. “I honestly had a wonderful time tonight Haz, I look forward to next time.”



to Not Tessa: quite the catch indeed 12:47am
 

how are men so astoundingly unselfaware?

how is it possible???

do they not hear themselves when they talk? does it not even occur to them to consider before they speak whether what they’re saying is appropriate, or adds to the conversation (for others) in literally any way?

i frequently have very little filter thanks to brain stuff but i STILL am not as fucking obnoxious to talk to as a man who seems to believe that any thought that comes to his mind is one thaat others, especially women, should be eager to hear and accept with joy.

‘oh yes, add to this rant about the misogyny inherent in ‘trends men hate’ articles with what you personally find sexy! thank you, i’ll aspire to your ideal instead!’

‘oh yes, please tell me all about your IQ and how you are WAY SMARTER than some rando you hated in school, apparently bc you think the convo everyone but you is engaged in is too boring to continue. this is exciting and interesting!’

‘oh, you have feelings about my body parts? i definitely want to know all about those feelings, i only come to game shops to meet people like you!’

how can men be so embarrassing and not even realise

Work Comes Home - Part 4

Summary: You work for the company that publishes Hamilton: The Revolution. You meet Lin-Manuel at work and who knows what will happen?

Words: roughly 3330ish

Author’s Note: I love hearing your feedback so please don’t hesitate to send it to me, my inbox is always open!

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Disclaimer: Obviously, the timeline is a little weird, it takes a while to publish a book, but we’re condensing that time for the purpose of the story.

Warnings: Maybe swearing? I can’t remember.

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Through time and space (part two)

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Within a week of being at 221b John helps you get a job- where you meet Rose Tyler. The two of you become fast friends.

Now one day at work you and Rose were closing up when a man grabs yours and Rose’s and tells you to run. Once outside of the building the strange man introduces himself: “I’m the Doctor, by the way. What are your names?”

“Rose, and this is Y/N.” Rose answers. The man smiles before replying.

“Nice to meet you, Rose and Y/N. Run for your lives!” The two of you get out of there as fast as possible. Thankfully the two of you are a safe enough distance away when the shop explodes.
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“Well I think I just lost my job.” You say when you get back to Baker Street.

“What happened?” John asks in response sounding concerned.

“Long story short, someone planted a bomb and Rose and I barely got out of there before it exploded.”

“You two okay?”

“Shaken but otherwise alright.”

“You’re a little more than shaken.” Sherlock observes. “What else happened?”

“This man showed up and took Rose and I by the hand and told us to run- as if he knew the building was going to explode.” Sherlock had his thinking face on.

“Did he tell you his name?”

“He just called himself the Doctor.” Sherlock throws you a ‘where did you hear that name’ kind of look. “You know him?”

“I used too, but that was a long time ago.” Sherlock then continues his train of thought not giving you a chance to respond. “He travels through time and space in a police box. Next to my brother he is one of the most dangerous men you will ever meet.”

“How is he as dangerous as Mycroft?”

Sherlock looks a little puzzled before replying with: “I must’ve deleted it.”

“Okay what?” The consulting detective then explains what a mind palace is and how he has a tendency to delete ‘useless’ information (like the solar system) from his memory. You roll your eyes. Guess you’re going to have to pull out the books and the laptop to find information about the Doctor since Sherlock conveniently deleted the information about the mysterious time traveler.
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The next day you are hanging out with Rose at her place when the Doctor shows up again. “What’re you doing here?” The Doctor asks when Rose opens the door.

“I live here.” She replies.

“Well, what do you do that for?”

“Because I do. I’m only at home because someone blew up my job.”

“I must have got the wrong signal. You’re not plastic, are you? No, bonehead. Bye, then.”

“You. Inside. Right now.” Rose says as she pulls the Doctor inside.

“Did he really call you a bonehead?” You ask leaning against the wall. Rose nods in response. Rose’s mom, Jackie, asks who was at the door. “Want me to tell her or are you going to tell her?”

“Don’t mind the mess. Do you want a coffee?” Rose asks the Doctor after that rather weird conversation between him and Jackie.

“Might as well, thanks. Just milk.” The time traveler answers.

“We should go to the police. Seriously. All three of us.”

“I already spoke to Lestrade, Rose.” You point out, as the Doctor picks up a magazine. He’s not even paying attention.

“That won’t last, he’s gay and she’s an alien.” He says thumbing through the magazine.

“I’m not blaming you, even if it was just some sort of joke that went wrong.” Rose continues ignoring both you and the Doctor. The Doctor sets down the magazine and picks up a paper back novel.

“Hmm. Sad ending.”

“They said on the news they’d found a body.” There are two different conversations happening at the moment, and both of them happen to be Rose and the Doctor talking to themselves. You clap your hand on your friend’s shoulder pulling her from her thoughts.

“Rose. I already talked to the police as well as Sherlock. They’re already looking into it.” You explain. Rose nods slightly before looking back at the Doctor. She asks him to explain everything but once again he isn’t paying much attention. The cat door rattles, that catches the Doctor’s attention.

“What’s that, then? You got a cat?” He asks. Rose shakes her head. She then explains that they (her and her mom) used to, now it is just strays that show up. Her back is turned so she doesn’t see the mannequin arm trying to kill the doctor. You do though- the first thought through your head is: are you kidding me, I thought I got away from this bullshit.

The Doctor gets the hand off of him, only to throw it at Rose. While the two of them are trying to get the arm off they break a coffee table. You are surprised that Jackie doesn’t hear the commotion. Eventually the arm stops trying to kill people. “It’s all right, I’ve stopped it. There you go, you see? Armless.” The Doctor answers, only to have Rose smack him with the fake arm. “Ow!”

“I’ve seen some crazy things throughout my life, but I have never seen a mannequin arm try to kill anyone before.” You state. “I need some air.” You then head outside, Katie has interesting timing. She calls as soon as you shut the door behind you. “Hey Katie.” You say when you answer the phone.

“Hey… you okay?” Katie replies.

“Not really.” Your sister asks you what happened. “This might be hard to believe, but my friend Rose got attacked by a mannequin’s arm.”

“Taking into consideration everything we’ve seen- that’s not that weird.”

“You have a point K… I just find it a little odd that the mannequin arm thingy, happened less than 24 hours after the shop I worked at blew up.”

“Whoa rewind there. What do you mean by it blew up?”

“It literally exploded. Fireball and everything.”

“Please tell me that you weren’t anywhere near that place when it did.”

You bite your tongue softly, you hate lying to Katie but you don’t want her to panic.

“I wasn’t. I saw it on the news.” You answer hoping your older sister will take your bluff. Thankfully she does. ‘Thank god.’ You think to yourself. When Rose and the Doctor walk out of the apartment you have to wonder why they are arguing and why Rose is asking about why she might get killed if she blabs about what happened. “Hey Katie, I’ll call you back.” You say into the phone.

“Okay, talk at you later (Nickname)!” Katie says with a rather perky tone of voice. You roll your eyes and hang up and put your phone back in your pocket and quickly jog after your friend and the Doctor.

“Hey Rose, wait up!” You nearly yell. Rose pauses while the Doctor keeps walking. Eventually you catch up to the Doctor. Rose asks him who he actually is.

“Do you know like we were saying about the Earth revolving? It’s like when you were a kid. The first time they tell you the world’s turning and you just can’t quite believe it because everything looks like it’s standing still. I can feel it. The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour, and the entire planet is hurtling round the sun at sixty seven thousand miles an hour, and I can feel it. We’re falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go. That’s who I am. Now, forget me, Rose Tyler and Y/N.” The Doctor seems a little hurt that he is sending the two of you away, he walks into that police box of his and then leaves.
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“Sherlock, was the Doctor cold towards you when you knew him?” You ask breaking the silence between you and your roommates.

“Not that I’m aware of, what brings this up?”

“The fact that the Doctor basically told Rose and I to leave and forget about him.” Sherlock looks confused, before he starts digging through his belongings. “Sherlock what are you looking for?”

“This.” He says as he hands you a picture frame with a crayon drawing inside. In the drawing is a stick figure with a red bowtie and a red hat that you’re pretty sure it’s a fez. Next to the stick figure is the police box (it says TARDIS in the drawing though.) “I know not the best but the Doctor I knew wore a bowtie and a fez.”

“That isn’t the Doctor I’m familiar with Sherlock.” You point out. “The Doctor I know wears a leather jacket and has rather noticeable ears.”

“Then are you sure we are talking about the same man?”

“I don’t know… all I know is that both of them own an almost identical police box that can travel through space and time.”

“What if this Doctor person can change faces?” John suggests. You get an ‘oh shit’ look on your face, which doesn’t go unnoticed. “Y/N?”

“I’ll explain later… right now, I need to go find Rose. She might be in danger.” Without another word you leave 221b. You crash into Rose and her boyfriend, Mickey. “Hi guys.” You say trying to act casual. Rose smiles and asks if you would like to join the two of them for pizza. “Sure.”

When you get to the restaurant you notice that something is a little off with Mickey. He looks like a human sized Ken doll. You don’t mention anything though, if you learned anything from hunting the supernatural- it’s better to keep your mouth shut about it then ruin someone’s life. “So, where did you meet this Doctor?” Mickey asks when Rose mentions the fact she’s thinking of applying for a job at the hospital.

“I’m sorry, wasn’t I talking about me for a second?” Rose asks confused.

“Because I reckon it started back at the shop, am I right? Was he something to do with that?”

“No.”

“Come on.”

“Sort of.”

“What was he doing there?” Out of the corner of your eye you spot the Doctor pretending to be a waiter. You can’t help but smirk a little bit, thinking of all the times that you and your family did that for hunts.

“I’m not going on about it, Mickey. Really, I’m not, because, I know it sounds daft, but I don’t think it’s safe. I think he’s dangerous.” Rose says. She is so oblivious sometimes.

“But you can trust me, sweetheart. Babe, sugar, babe, sugar. You can tell me anything. Tell me about the Doctor and what he’s planning, and I can help you, Rose. Because that’s all I really want to do, sweetheart, babe, babe, sugar, sweetheart.” When Mickey says that, it tips you off that ‘Mickey’ isn’t actually Mickey. You cautiously reach for your gun that you have stashed in your waistband of your jeans. Rose is finally realizing something is wrong.

“Your champagne.” The 'waiter’ says.

“We didn’t order any champagne. Where’s the Doctor?” Mickey counters. The Doctor tries a different tactic only this time he does it to Rose, who turns him down. You decide to help the Doctor out even though you don’t really trust him.

“I could’ve sworn that one of you ordered the champagne.” You say giving the Doctor a slight nod informing him that you know it’s him. The Doctor gives you a slight nod in return.

“Y/N I don’t know where you got that idea but we really didn’t.” Rose points out, as the Doctor starts to shake the bottle… that cork is going to turn into a projectile if he opens the bottle just right. 'Mickey’ realises that the 'waiter’ is actually the Doctor. “Don’t mind me. I’m just toasting the happy couple. On the house!” The Doctor says, as he fires the cork at fake Mickey’s forehead- which ends up coming out of his mouth.

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The Doctor gets you and Rose outside. He eventually convinces you and Rose to get in that police box of his. The box is bigger on the inside.

“It’s going to follow us!” Rose says.

“The assembled hordes of Genghis Khan couldn’t get through that door, and believe me, they’ve tried. Now, shut up a minute.” The Doctor replies. “You see, the arm was too simple, but the head’s perfect. I can use it to trace the signal back to the original source. Right. Where do you want to start?” Rose asks about how the TARDIS is bigger on the inside. After the Doctor explains what the hell is going on Rose starts crying. “That’s okay. Culture shock. Happens to the best of us.”

“Did they kill him? Mickey? Did they kill Mickey? Is he dead?” Rose asks in response. “Also how are you not phased by any of this Y/N?”

“Oh. I didn’t think of that.” The Doctor answers.

“I’ve seen stranger. So this is nothing new.” You add in with a shrug. Rose just shakes her head at you before returning her attention back to the Doctor.

“He’s my boyfriend. You pulled off his head. They copied him and you didn’t even think? And now you’re just going to let him melt?”

“Melt?” The Doctor then looks at the control console and going off his look of horror he is mentally saying a string of curse words.

Later the three of you go to the London’s eye to stop the living plastic. “Think of it, plastic all over the world, every artificial thing waiting to come alive. The shop window dummies, the phones, the wires, the cables.” The Doctor rambles.

“The breast implants.” Rose adds in, you snicker slightly.

“Still, we’ve found the transmitter. The Consciousness must be somewhere underneath.” The Doctor continues seemingly oblivious to Rose’s comment and your laughter.

“What about down here?” There is a large manhole cover at the bottom of a few steps.

“Looks good to me.” The three of you run down and the Doctor opens up the hatch.
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Once inside, the three of you find a multilevel chamber with a basin full of goop in the middle. “The Nestene Consciousness. That’s it, inside the vat. A living plastic creature.” The Doctor states.

“Lovely.” You mutter under your breath.
“Well, then. Tip in your anti-plastic and let’s go.” You look at your friend slightly shocked- she has a dark side.

“I’m not here to kill it. I’ve got to give it a chance.” The Doctor then walks down to a catwalk overlooking the vat. “I seek audience with the Nestene Consciousness under peaceful contract according to convention 15 of the Shadow Proclamation.” The stuff inside the basin moves, which the Doctor takes as a yes. “Thank you. If I might have permission to approach?” Again the goop moves. Rose spots Mickey on a lower level and runs to him. You roll your eyes as you walk over to the two of them.

The stuff in the vat seems to freak out when it finds the TARDIS as well as the Doctor’s anti-plastic. The doctor tells you, Rose and Mickey to get out of here. Rose calls her mom, while you just stand there like an idiot. You reach behind you and pull out your gun from the waistband of your jeans and look at it debating if you should use it or not. “Why do you have that on you?!” Mickey asks his eyes wide in terror.

“Relax I’m not going to shoot you… however I am going to use it though.” You answer. “Rose I’m going to need your gymnastic abilities.”

“What do you want me to do?” Rose answers. You then explain your idea (which happens to be stupidly dangerous. If it goes wrong, you might accidentally shoot Rose or the Doctor.)

“Do you trust me?” You ask when Rose hesitates. Your (eye color) eyes meet her brown ones. She slowly nods. “Then you know that I will not shoot you on purpose right.” Once again Rose nods.
Praying you wouldn’t hit your friend you pull the trigger. The sound of the gunshot echoes throughout the chamber. Time seems to go in slow motion as the bullet severs the rope, and as Rose kicks the mannequins into the vat of liquid plastic.

After all the excitement dies down, and the Doctor leaves for about a minute before he shows back up again saying it’s a time machine too. You and Rose share a look and a smile before joining the Doctor for another adventure.

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we all know that one person who is suspiciously good at meeting celebrities. like you know they’re attending school and working a part time job and never leave the house on the weekends, yet somehow they’ve met all of your favorite bands, got super adorable pictures and videos with them, and have even met some of them more than once??? and its not like they paid four hundred dollars for a meet n’ greet. nah, they just FIND these famous people in random places. like how??? what pagan ritual did u use to become this lucky???? how many virgins did u sacrifice for that selfie with beyonce

Remus Lupin Imagine: “Meeting Molly’s friend”

Hey there. I was wondering if you could write a Remus Lupin imagine or one shot or whatnot but in time when the books and movies happen. You know when he’s older. I was thinking something like Remus is at the Burrow and the reader is Molly’s friend and he meets her there and just a truck load of fluf. If you’d like you can change it but thank you either way.

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Molly had always been a good friend of yours. In fact, she was like an old sister you never had. Thus, when she asked you to spend the Christmas break at the Burrow, you couldn’t say no. 

You knocked and waited patiently for Molly, Arthur or their kids to open the door. However, a few seconds later you saw a man with green eyes and light brown hair. His face was covered in scars. Alarmed, you took out your wand and stupefied him. His back crushed against a wall and he blacked out. 

“Bloody hell! What have I done?” you murmured covering your mouth. “Please, don’t be dead!”

You started to scream Molly’s name, hoping that she was at home.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you heard her say.

You waited and suddenly you felt a pair of arms enfolding you.

“Y/n! Long time no see!” she exclaimed warmly.

“Hi Molly! Thanks for inviting me.”

“No problem. You are always welco-“ she trailed off the moment he saw Remus.

“Y/n! Did you do this to him?”

“Maybe?”, you said innocently.

“Y/n!” she shouted in disbelief.

“I’ve never seen him before! I thought he was a thief or something!” you defended yourself.


Molly had explained that he was a friend, and that, just like you, he’d be spending Christmas at the Burrow. You felt guilty, so you stayed by his side, next to the bed, until you heard him stirring and hissing.

“Oh! You’re awake! Thank Merlin! I thought I had really hurt you!” you started to babble, “I mean, I was expecting Molly or Arthur to welcome me home, or even their children, but I saw you instead of a ginger head and we have never met and now I feel like a monster and-“

“Do you always ramble so much?” he wondered, interrupting you. He had sounded amused and there was a twinkle in his eyes which caught your attention.

“Sometimes?” you responded, not really sure of the answer. “I tend to ramble when I am nervous.”

“Oh, sorry for making you feel like that then…” he apologized.

“Oh, no! If someone should apologize that is me! I crushed you against a wall, for Merlin’s sake! What a way to meet!”

Remus cracked a smile and said: “Indeed. Why don’t we erase it from our minds and start again? I’m Lupin, Remus Lupin, Hogwarts’s Professor.”

He extended a hand and you looked at him confused at first, until he cleared his throat, expecting you to say your name.

“Oh! Sure! Y/n  y/l/n. Molly and I have been friends since I can remember” you introduced yourself, shaking his hand.

His touch was warm and it felt good against your skin. There was a bright smile plastered on his face, making him look handsome. Your cheeks turned pink when you realized where your thoughts were going. He must have intuited it too, for next thing you knew, he was chuckling softly.

“Can you stand?” you asked, trying to forget about your blush.

He gave you a nod, but the moment he tried to stand up, he stumbled. Before he could fall, you managed to grab him. Your faces were close and you felt his hot breath hitting your skin. You became hypnotized by his green eyes until he whispered: “I guess I’ll rest… But don’t decorate the Christmas tree without me!”

Somehow, you knew that this Christmas break should turn out to be interesting to say the least. You wondered if Molly had planned it out for you two to meet. After all, she knew how much you liked men with green eyes. It couldn’t be a coincidence, could it?

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How do you meet gay men without grindr?

I mean i met my bf and a ton of gay friends thru tumblr. Every other gay guy I’ve known has been thru school lol. I guess just put yourself out there and it happens? Tbh I’ve never used any of the apps and i have quite a few gay friends so it’s def doable!

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Frazier is steadfastly trying to ignore his bitter rival, but in fact you wonder if he’s imprisoned by Ali’s taunts – a feeling that’s reinforced by the wire meshing which separates the two men. I also love how their eyes don’t meet; it fills the frame with tension.

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