i also need to curl my hair

anonymous asked:

i'd love to see pippin or merry!

Pippen (left) and Merry (right)!

I’m actually really pleased with how these came out, since they’re actually very close to how I imagine them when reading/listening to the books :)

Slowly making my way through Sketch Requests :)

anonymous asked:

sooo i don't really have a question but i would like an analysis of the new amazingphil video if you have one,, or just your favorite moments, idk i just want you to talk about it, i love your "reviews"

hahaha of course i’ll talk about it!!!!! it’s interesting bc when i first watched this i was actually like not that into it??? it just felt like 10 very calm and chill mins of dnp hanging out which is obviously great but i think i was sort of distracted so i was like mmmm it wasn’t as entertaining as their usual collabs, esp bc on first watch i was like, dan keeps going for these weird dark jokes about torture n maiming and it’s all v Standard Fare but then i thought about it more and realized ,, if this isn’t the biggest evidence yet about how far they’ve come and evolved since last year then idk what is??? like i just can’t believe it’s gotten to the point where i could watch 10 minutes of dan softly playing around with phil’s hair and both of them being a bit calmer and more muted in front of the camera, freely touching each other and joking around about more Mature Themes (hats off to the dildo joke and the “safety word” bit) and have all of that feel completely STANDARD and unsurprising!!! it’s just crazy to me that they’ve normalized these behaviors so much that a video like this could feel so completely expected and ~chill~ 

but then i watched it a second and third time (bc duh) when i was less distracted and there really were so many little moments that stood out to me and so many cute smiles and soft lil jokes that made me wanna melt and it was all just so good. it’s nowhere near their funniest or most captivating video but it’s just vv vv v v soft and chill and natural. when comparing it to something like pastel edits which is probs a close parallel in terms of them playing dress up and touching each other a bit in direct response to a fan request, you can see how this one is far softer and a little bit less performed–they seem less ‘on’ for lack of a better term, and a lot more laid back, dan doesn’t spend as much time demeaning the idea or teasing the fan base for wanting it, and all of it is just so enjoyable to watch. i’ve included (way too many) timestamps below (plus way too many screenshots, as usual, of stupidly cute moments ugh): 

  • 5 seconds in this is already alarmingly cute w dan grumbling behind the pillow that phil wants to give him a creative nickname and phil giggling and looking down at him when he starts complaining
  • :17 dan gives phil permission to just call him dan and phil looks cute n happy about it
  • :27 dan needs to reiterate he was a nerd in school
  • :34 ‘japes’ k dan
  • :48 i live for the way phil looks so earnest and excited when he asks dan why he decided to ‘embrace the curls’ like he genuinely wants to hear dan explain this .. phil is genuinely obsessed w dan’s curls he wasn’t lyin when he said that in the pastel edits vid :(
  • 1:00 i hope phil was the one who chose that photo as an example of dan’s hair looking good in a pic,, phil thinks dan’s best look is his crunchy 2013 leather jacket n his scoop neck t shirt … #confirmed
  • 1:10 ‘you’ve left me alone!’ calm down phil he’s right next to u
  • 1:12 did phil pick that photo too ..  the one of dan in his tank top n hair straightened to within an inch of its life and silvery earrings making a pouty face ,,, lmao i love that he’s picking the cringiest emo-est throwbacks possible
  • 1:54 phil’s like ‘i thought we could eat 400 crusts to see if my hair goes curly’ and it’s altogether a lame joke but dan is staring at him like he’s the most beautiful person on earth. i’d be uncomfortable if i wasn’t so busy melting. then phil stares at dan giggling and it’s all a bit much for me
  • 2:41 ‘what’d happen if i balded you right now?’ dan is so concerned for phil’s well-being that he forgets how to grammar
  • 2:45 the fuckin dildo joke i s2g why are they making sly references to dildos in a g-rated hair curling video why did phil immediately follow dan saying ‘that looks like something else’ by going ‘ooo’ and shoving the curler near dan’s mouth why are they gross
  • 3:21 dan unnecessarily rubbing the curler all over phil’s shoulder and neck … ok
  • 3:41 phil sounds so serious when he asks dan if he thinks the curly hair will suit him, like he really needs dan’s Hot Take on this important issue but dan’s just shuts him down hahaha. i feel like this is reminiscent of the faceapp vid in which dan was completely NOT DOWN with any alteration to phil’s appearance whatsoever bc (vom) he thinks phil is perf jst the way he is (i might actually be sick) 
  • 3:47 idk why but i’m obsessed w phil saying ‘dan, don’t mess about with it’ and dan responding ‘i’m nOT’ in his whiny voice w his eyes all wide. cute
  • 3:56 lmao dan bringing up babuse (i can’t type that without thinking of ‘let me see that babussy’ i hate the fucking internet) and saying it was the last time he was on this bed, i am living for these bants and also phil’s expression of mock horror
  • 4:08 ‘curl me up, bess’
  • 4:11 dan’s going for ‘teen nick jonas but without the face’ his crush is going strong i see,, and then he can’t even follow through and tell phil his face doesn’t compare to nick jonas’s so he turns it into a joke about burning his face instead, nice save bro
  • 5:01 something about this bit when dan’s like ‘got a whole clump it’s undignified’ and their proximity, the way their arms are sort of pressed together and it looks like dan could be resting his hand on phil’s leg and dan is also sort of just looking down at phil ,,, Good
  • 5:08 when phil kinda squeaks and pulls away all of a sudden i feel like dan is legit actually concerned he could burn phil as evidenced by his voice going all high pitched when he’s like ‘you can’t do that!!!!’
  • 5:13 more completely unnecessary dan playing around w phil’s fringe n brushing it away. it goes on for like 8 seconds plus there’s a jump cut in the middle of it lmao,,, ugh the way he touches phil’s hair is so soft it makes me feel things
  • 5:32 ‘gonna pork you up phil’ does dan know the meaning of ‘pork’ as a verb ??  ? ? ??? ??????  for reference:
  • 5:36 ‘my life is flashing before my eyes’ ‘ooo is it really boring’ dan is showing yet again that he flirts like a five year old who pulls their crush’s pigtails in the playground grOW UP MATE. phil loves it tho
  • 6:03 omg idk why but i LOVED phil saying ‘i’m finding you so disturbing right now’ it feels so authentic??? something about the way he phrased it is so funny??????? like he genuinely needs dan to take it down a notch w the grim humor lmao
  • 6:47 ‘we need a safety word’ oh my god these boring vanilla fucks call a safe word a ‘safety word’ could they be LAMER hahaha (in all seriousness i can’t even believe that’s a joke dan went for at all let alone on this channel and that phil just chuckled n went along with it what the fuck what a time we live in honestly,, the flirting and touching and the whole premise of a dan-curls-phil’s-hair video is already so much but, like, let’s just add a fucking allusion to bdsm into the mix while we’re at it!!!!!!! wtf!!!)
  • the whole sped up montage of dan doing the curling is just rife w gratuitous hair touching so like obvi i immediately turned the speed down to .5 and just sat back to enjoy it (also @kay-okays uploaded a slowed down version here if ya wanna look at that or like bookmark it for ur own uses ,,  whatever ur into m8)
  • 7:18 those two gentle pats that dan gives to the back of phil’s head before phil looks at his finished hair … so fucking adorable bc it’s the way dan pats down his own hair when he’s fixing it pls save me
  • 7:29 dan obvi needs to make it a point to emphasize they have the same hair again as has been his constant refrain about their haircuts for the last like 3 years (tbh i’m convinced that he literally misses having the same hair as phil which is gross and just as sappy as i’d expect from him) and in order to demonstrate how ALIKE they are again he proceeds to mirror phil playing w his fringe bc why not .. 
  • ‘this was the only thing that was separating us’ PLS
  • 7:38 dan’s Hot Take 2.0: ‘you look like a cool australian surfer … like a weird goth one that has never been to the beach’
  • 8:14 dan asserts on phil’s behalf that phil ‘needs’ the edge of his emo fringe and phil immediately agrees. rip to anyone who was hoping quiff!phil might be on the horizon
  • 8:39 dan goes defensive about how he could’ve done a better job and phil immediately jumps in to say that he thinks dan did well in the most sincere voice of all time, accompanied w cute/soft smile
  • and then he cuts dan off entirely to remind him that he didn’t burn phil’s face off and to v fervently thank him (he litro NODS while he thanks him it’s so SERIOUS) and then dan does some weird touchy thing to phil’s chest or arm or both and phil decides to boop dan’s cheek and you should really SLOW IT DOWN bc when you do, you notice it’s more of like a lil squeeze as opposed to just a v light tap and it’s gROSS:
  • 8:59 then, since this video has far too much dan gratuitously touching phil and phil was surely feeling deprived, phil reaches over to give dan a ‘zayn curl’ and play w dan’s fringe a bit n at this point i’ve had Enough of this cute ass shit
  • 9:20 dan couldn’t just leave it there, he needs to take a moment to re-assert the ~dnp don’t go outside or go to parties or talk to people Ever~ branding just in case ANYONE forgot (but also seems like a low key way for dan to gently remind the audience not to get attached to this in any way bc it will probs never happen again)
  • 9:40 phil dubs dan the “original curly man” n idk how to feel about this but i suppose that is a fitting conclusion to this absolute roller coaster of emotions 

ugh. just a really great video. i’m sorry this post is massive,, there’s jst so much here and i needed to have pics of ALL OF IT

(dan curls my hair!


Blanket fort

desc: Reader gets caught messing around with Jack & Nash, and Cameron jealously takes her aside to teach her a lesson.

photo creds: loveviral


It had been your idea to set it up, and even though Cam, Nash, and Jack had complained at first, they were actually quite proud of their creation. A huge blanket fort spread out across the width of the large living and dining room. From above, it looked like a patchwork field of different colored blankets strewn just high enough that you could sit on top of your knees. Jack tucked into the last corner of the fort while you threw bundles of fairy lights into the different rooms.

“Catch us!” Called the three boys as they darted under the entrance of the fort.

You giggled, “c’mon guys!”

The fort had been made into a network of various hiding rooms, nooks, and crannies.

“Here I come!” you hollered and dove after the boys.

You squat down and turned through about four empty nooks when suddenly-

“BOOO!” Jack and Nash jumped out from either side of the small space, causing you to yelp out and fall face forward.

You came up cursing, rubbing your forehead and pouting.

“Nawww, we’re sorry,” the boys said in unison, not sounding sorry at all as they both attacked you in hugs.

“Nash-Jack!” you groaned from under their strong arms.

They both pulled you backwards against the wall, Nash pinning you down whilst Jack tickled you.

“Say we win!” said Nash.

You gasped, “N-no!”

“Kay, babe,” Jack said.  Nash held your arms down while Jack poked his tongue out, coming close to your squirming face.

“Ewewewew,” you yelped, feeling him slide his wet tongue across your turned jaw.

“Say it and we’ll stop,” Nash said, moving his hands and beginning to tickle your sides.

You thrashed your legs, and through your fits of giggles, you told them they’d won. 

Nash smirked, “Satisfactory.”

Jack pulled away, “Didn’t think you’d give in so easy.”

“Hey, but where’s Cam-” you opened your mouth, and through the shoulders of the two boys, saw Cameron enter the room, his eyes falling on Nash and Jack.

“Looks like I won,” he spoke flatly.

“Hm, actually I think we did,” teased Jack, eyeing you cheekily.

“Funny,” said Cameron in warning.

Jack and Nash pulled away, smiles fading, “Sorry bro.”

Cameron’s steely glare fell on you, “We were just messing around,” you said, intimidated by his clenched jaw.

He looked you over, “Come with me, (Y/N).”

You didn’t protest, but Nash and Jack threw you an apologetic glance as he pulled you out.

Cameron pulled ahead until he had reached the farthest corner away from the two boys, he dragged you in by your wrist, and snapped around to face you.

“What the fuck was that?” he said, nails digging into your wrists.

You gasped, eyelids fluttering down to your sore skin, and Cameron noticed, releasing you, his eyes softening momentarily.

“They were just-”

“Putting their mouths and hands wherever they wanted,” Cameron cut you off.

You knew what this was about. Cameron was extremely sensitive and wary, & also he could get very overprotective.

“Look, babe, it’s not like that,” you started.

His eyes flicked across your face, his hard chest heaving as he pushed you against the nearest wall.

“That’s exactly what it looked like,” he growled, his voice rising.

Nash and jack went silent from across the room.

Cameron turned his head, his voice a whisper as he brought his plump lips to your earlobe.

“I never want to see their hands on you again.”

You took a deep breath, hurt by his anger, closing your eyes and lamely shaking your head in agreement.

You kept your eyes shut in worry until you felt Cameron’s lips against yours. They were warm and sweet, inviting and calm, but before you could enjoy them, Cameron pulled back.

“And now, you’re going to make them remember who you belong to.”

“Cam,” you whispered, searching his brown lust filled orbs, “Don’t do this,” you pleaded, sensing where he was going.

He pressed his finger to your lips.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to have you writhing under my touch and begging until the only name you can remember is mine. Now, baby, you can try to keep quiet, but I will not stop until they can hear you crying out for me,” he snarled.

You knew nothing you could do would stop Cameron, so you bent your head forward in defeat.

Once more, his lips were on yours, but this time they were fast and hungry. He spent no time sliding his tongue into your mouth, edging it further and further until you produced small satisfactory moans. He moaned against your lips, strong grip holding your face in his hands as your tongues mingled. He breathed out, pulling back and sliding your clothes off in seconds, his fingers snapping off your bra as he dove into your breasts.

“Cameron,” you panted softly, trying to focus on anything but the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple.

Hearing his name, he applied more force, his hands massaging your boobs, his tongue giving pleasure, and his teeth nibbling on your tits.

His eyes flicked up to yours, holding your gaze while he brought his tongue sliding down your stomach.

“That’s it baby, say my name,” he cooed.

He trailed wet kisses down to your clothed heat, his mouth closing over the fabric, nails sliding around the lace.

“Stop-teasing-” you managed.

Cameron smirked, his teeth closing around the fabric as he slid off your panties with with a smirk. He placed a hand on each side of your legs, mouth swooping into your pussy. The second his lips made contact, you gasped out,chomping down on your lips to withhold your pleasure. Cameron sucked roughly on your folds as you dripped into his mouth, his hand moving to hold your hips steady while you wrapped your legs tightly around his neck. He breathed against your skin, not giving you a moment to breathe before flicking his tongue across your labia. You squirmed beneath him,

“C-cam!” you moaned needily.

“Louder,” he commanded, his head furrowing back between your thighs as he dipped his tongue inside you. He stuck the entirety of his tongue in you before pulling out slowly, drawing a long groan which you held behind your hand. His free hand came up, rubbing you to the beat of his fast moving tongue which sucked up your moisture. Your hands grabbed him by the hair, roughly pressing him harder into you.

“God, baby, I’m gonna co-” your body shook from the pleasure, legs falling as you twitched, your juices flowing into Cam’s lips. He pulled up, lips stained as he met your gaze, slowly dragging his tongue across his lips.

“Round one,” he stated.

“No,” you panted, eyebrows furrowing, “You know I-” 

Cameron’s eyes held yours, but two of his fingers had squeezed themselves into you, causing you to gasp out in surprise. Nash and Jack went quiet again. Taking the silence, Cameron began mercilessly working his slender fingers inside of you, his eyes dark as he commanded you to look at him while he worked. He pushed his fingers down in a slow motion before rapidly pumping you at such a force that your body shook against his force. You brought your fist into your mouth, his name falling from your lips as you cried out. Not satisfied, he added a third finger, and you bent forward, folding in on your stomach, feeling him curl his fingers inside of you.

“Louder-” he growled, increasing his speed. Your walls began to close around him, his fingers slamming into where you needed them. You fell forward against Cameron’s shoulder, catching the fabric of his shirt between your teeth as you did so, your juices spilling over his fingers.

When you pulled back, your head was sweaty, your hair sticking to your skin, and before you could open your mouth, you could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn’t done.

“Cam, I-I’m done,” you whispered.

“Yes, but you also muffled your screams with my shirt,” he said, a smile playing up on his lips, “and that’s cheating.”

“No, Cam-”

Cameron, tossed off his shirt, threw off his pants, and climbed over you, his perky shaft placed against your entrance.

You drew circles against his rippled chest, and his eyelashes fluttered as he sighed against you. You tilted your head up, allowing his lips to meet yours.

“Come for me baby, just one more time,” he mumbled encouragingly, his gaze holding yours.

And with that he slammed his length inside of you, but sensing your next move, one of his hands grabbed your face, two of his fingers sliding into your mouth and holding your mouth open so that you couldn’t be quiet. He slammed himself against you, balls slapping your ass as you begged out for him. Cameron grunted out a profanity, his dick stretching you wide and filling you up as he increased his pace. 

You screamed out his name, and your voice filled the room, and you knew you’d done it. Cam’s eyes held tight, but you saw him smirk, “What’s my name?” he panted.

And then he crashed into your g spot, his come exploding out inside of you.

“Oh-G-CAMERON!!” You screamed out, your body convulsing. 

You crumpled beneath him, and he pulled out, his breath heavy. He climbed up beside you, arms pulling you against his chest as he littered kisses across your skin.

“I love you,” he said, breath tickling you, “so much.”

You rolled into his chest, his fingers combing through your silky hair when Jack called out.

“Good job bro!”

“Yeah,” came Nash’s voice, “you got yourself a real screamer!”

Cam’s throat rumbled as he laughed out, clutching you to him as you tried to burrow away in embarrassment.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” called Jack from the other side of the room, “you should get in trouble more often!”

Only loud enough that Cameron could hear it, you whispered, “maybe I should.”

Someone you knew for your whole life, but also someone you always craved for

Soulmates/reader x Lucifer

Word count:1.5k

Pairing:Lucifer x reader

Warnings:Mostly fluff, a tiny bit of angst i guess

IMPORTANT: The bolded text is pretty much conversations in the past if that makes any sense

A/N: I wanted this to be short but it somehow got super long idk what happened but im actually happy with how it turned out. Feedback is always appriciated:))) *And im really bad at naming my fics

Originally posted by sapphire-n-emerald

You were sleeping curled up to a man who seemed to not need sleep. He was running his fingers trough your hair as he was listening to your calm breathing. He could never get enough of the sight of you and almost every night he would let you cuddle up to him and fall asleep in his arms.

A thought that he would develop such deep feelings towards a human was something he never believed would happen, but then again here he was, laying next to a woman he was deeply in love with.

He was an Archangel, which meant he couldn’t sleep, but he loved being next to you at night, and sometimes even visiting you in your dreams. He loved making your dreams more enjoyable and he loved spending time with you, in reality and in the dream world.

Ever since he first saw you he knew there was something different about you. Something that he never felt around other humans. He felt like your soul was more vibrant and he felt strongly attracted to it. It was a weird sensation he couldn’t explain.

You on the other hand felt something completely different when you first saw Lucifer. You were able to see his wings, so when you first saw them you were scared and confused. You’ve met other angels before, being a hunter and all, but you have never seen wings of one and the sight of angels wings took you by surprise.

Even though he felt different about you, that didn’t keep him from trying to kill you. He took his time though, making sure you could feel every moment of agony. He would throw you against a solid wall and laugh at you when you were spiting out your own blood. And you fought as much as you could, or as much as he would let you, but at the end you couldn’t fight anymore, hell you couldn’t even move a muscle at this point.

“Last words darling?“ Lucifer asked standing right in front of you as you were curled up against a wall

“Why can i see your wings?“ You whispered out

“What?” he seemed to be taken back by your question but you didn’t seem to notice that

“I have met many angels before, and i have never seen their wings. Why are you different?” you looked up at him, but he just stood there looking back at you, and quickly after, he disappeared.

You can still clearly remember the way he looked at you when you told him you could see his wings. The look of confusion on his face, and the way he didn’t know what to say was something that you will never forget.

When your friends Sam and Dean found you, you were unconcious and they took you to the nearest hospital. When you woke up you told them everything about what happened to you and about a very strong angel that attacked you. The only detail you left out was the fact you could see his wings, but you didn’t really think it mattered so that’s why you decided to keep it to yourself.

When the Winchesters told you that there was a chance that angel was Lucifer himself you were shocked. And even when you healed completely, you couldn’t stop wondering why did Lucifer spare your life.

One day as you were talking to Sam Winchester you brought up the whole humans being able to see angel’s wings question. That was the first time you heard about the old story about angels and their soulmates.

“Well, apperently, there is a belief that angels sometimes have human soulmates,their souls are conected in some way, like two pieces of one whole soul. And when that happens the human can see the wings of that angel.Angels and their soulmates feel this emptyness of some sort that goes away, the moment the souls get together.” Sam said

“But there is no proof that these stories are real right?“ You asked, trying not to show that you were a bit worried.

“No, there’s really no proof, and if you ask me, i don’t think it’s real” He answered smiling at you “Why are you asking anyway?”

Ever since you found out about the old stories you researched it more and more, but you never found any proof about it being real so you gave up after a while.

You stopped thinking about it. Months have passed and you continued with your life, with hunting and saving people, until a disturbing chain of dreams brought it all back.

The dreams weren’t always the same, sometimes you were just walking in a dark alley, sometimes you were at the cinema watching a horror movie and sometimes you were in your room hiding from someone or something. The only thing that these dreams had in common was a blonde man with flaming red eyes that seemed to be in every single one of these dreams.


You knew it was him but you didn’t know why. In every dream he was getting closer and closer to you and everytime, just when he was about to speak up, you would wake up covered in cold sweat and crying.

These dreams were driving you crazy to a point where you weren’t leaving your house and where you tried your best not to fall asleep.

After three days without any sleep you couldn’t handle it anymore and you finally drifted away. This time your dream wasn’t intense and scary like the other ones were, this one was even peaceful.

You were sitting on a bench in some sort of park, surrounded by nature. The weather was beautiful, sunny but also windy and the sounds of nature around you were relaxing, and you were finally happy.

As you were sitting there calm and peaceful, you heard wings flapping behind you. You turned around, and he was standing there, right behind you, but this time he didn’t seem intimidating and you didn’t feel scared.

“Lucifer” you smiled at him and by your surprise he smiled back

“(Y/N)” he sat next to you, one of his wings brushed against your skin, making the hairs on your neck stand up “I’m glad you are not running away this time”

“Why are you showing up in my dreams?” You asked looking up at him. His eyes weren’t red anymore, they were blue like the sea, and you could feel your heart race faster just by looking at them

Lucifer sighed heavily before answering “I wanted to talk to you”

“Right. But you could have showed up in the real world, why did you chose the dream world instead?” You asked

“I knew your first instinct would be to attack me (Y/N), i mean you are a hunter after all” he smiled at you but this time you weren’t smiling.

“So you were scared i would hurt you? That makes no sense, you are the devil i would have no chance against you”

“Its not about me being scared you will hurt me, its more about me being scared i will hurt you again.” he confessed avoiding looking at you.

You still remember him trying to explain to you that you are his soulmate, and you could clearly remember the look on his face when he told you that he wouldn’t blame you if you hated him and if you didn’t wanted to have anything to do with him.

And the expresion on his face when you told him that you don’t hate him, and that you would be happy if he visited you in your dreams again.

For a while you were conflicted with yourself, he was the devil after all, but when he was with you, he was different, and you couldn’t help but to slowly fall in love with him.

For months he was visiting you in your dreams, taking you to places you always wished to see, and just spending time with you

After about a year,for the first time you asked him to show up in the real world to you. He was a bit unsure if he should finally meet you properly, but he decided to do it just because you wanted to see him so much.

When you hugged him for the first time, you felt like you just hugged someone you knew for your whole life, but also someone you always craved for.A feeling of the other half of your soul, vibrant and beautiful filled you with joy. And you knew Lucifer felt the same way.

Now 4 years after that moment you are sleeping in his arms, both of you still deeply in love with each other and happy together.

Your relationship with Lucifer was definitely hard to handle sometimes, but you knew it was all worth it at the end of the day, when you would cuddle up next to him and drift away in his arms.

Roman-Fleuve (M)

Originally posted by peruni

» xiumin x reader
» 2.8k
» kim minseok smut with lots of body worship
» warning: smut

“What was that, sorry?” you asked, realising that you’d yet again zoned out whilst listening to Minseok talking. He simply chuckled, laughing off the moment and sweeping his fingertips over the curve of your cheek.

Minseok had the kind of face – and body – that one could just stare at every day of their lives and never get bored. You could look into his eyes for hours upon end but each time you blinked there’d be something new capturing your attention. It was just the kind of person Minseok was, whether it be when he was talking, sleeping or just sitting, people were always interested in him.

“It doesn’t matter. I was just saying how I missed spending time with you.”

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That’s How Easy Love Can Be

Summary: An alphabetical journey of Phil’s 26 favourite things about Dan–along with a special surprise at the end–may just make Dan’s 26th birthday his best one yet.

Word Count: 6.3k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: existential crisis (but it’s super tiny), swearing

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAN!!! I hope he’s having the best day with lots of food and plenty of love from Phil, he truly deserves it. I think 26 will bring some really great things for him and I honestly can’t wait to see what this next year will bring. I hope you enjoy!!

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Just Let That Sink In


Title: Just Let That Sink In
Author: Reyxa
Rating: T

Adrien’s day begins like any other.

“Plagg,” he groans, lungs burning as his nostrils are blocked by a small black ball of stink. Adrien sits up, Plagg sliding from his place and into Adrien’s lap.

Plagg whines softly, curling up into a ball. “Let me sleep, kid. We wake up at 5am every morning.”

Adrien sighs, shoving a hand through his knotted hair before nuzzling Plagg affectionately with a single finger. “Yes, but you also sleep all day anyway. Also I think we need to give you another bath.”

Plagg shoots up, eyes wide. He flings himself under Adrien’s bed as Adrien himself snickers. “Don’t you love me, Adrien?”

“I’ll love you when the smell of camembert isn’t choking me in my sleep.” he rolls his eyes, hopping out of bed and stretching.

“And your new habit of not wearing a shirt to bed isn’t doing anything for your ego, Chat Noir.” the exasperation is evident in his voice. “You’re either shirtless or clad in leather all hours of the day, give it a rest.”

Adrien tips his head back and laughs, a laugh that is the most genuine laugh that has bubbled in his throat in weeks. “You’re just jealous of my hot body.” Adrien boasts as he nudges Plagg with his toe.

“Please, those heavy mortal bodies are nothing to be jealous about.” Plagg quips, clawing at Adrien’s toe.

He can’t keep the smile off his face as he heads into the bathroom.

Plagg is the greatest friend any sheltered kid could ask for. The kwami was grumpy and cantankerous but he kept Adrien company through many of his lonely years and Adrien would be forever indebted.

The smile he woke up with slips from his face as he stares at the darkness beneath his eyes. Maybe early photoshoots and late night patrols aren’t the best combination. He sighs, attempting to tame his wild blond tresses.

Saturday is his favorite day of the week. Saturday means no photoshoots, no obligations, no duties. Saturday means waking at 8am rather than 6. Saturday means catching his cute neighbor as she stumbles down the steps that lead to their floor at exactly 10 every week.

She is nameless, that girl. But her blue eyes hold a passion he wishes he could see in his own green ones and her blush is all kinds of adorable. And her stammering and babbling could tug at his heartstrings. More than once he wondered about pursuing her. Every time, guilt caught his heart in its iron grip. That guilt, unlike the girl who lived next door, is named.

Guilt’s name is Ladybug.

His heart is Ladybug’s and that is that. Whether she wanted it or not, she held it in her gloved hands because he had shoved it into them. Take it, you’ll take better care of it than I ever could.

Adrien grimaces at his reflection before shoving a toothpaste-dressed toothbrush in his mouth.


“I mean, I don’t know!” Marinette is babbling again, gesticulating wildly.

“Every Saturday, Marinette!” Tikki laughs, touching Marinette’s nose affectionately.

Sighing, Marinette flops onto her couch. The old cushions creak under the sudden weight. “Someone like him wouldn’t be waiting for someone like me, Tikki.”

Tikki tucks a strand of hair behind Marinette’s ear. “Don’t say that! You’re perfect! Anyone would be lucky to have you. You are Lady Luck after all!”

Her dramatic sigh flutters past her lips. “Ladybug is amazing, Tikki. But without the spots, I’m just Marinette.”

Silence from the tiny red kwami. Then, “You’ll be late, Mari. It’s 9:58.”

“No!” Marinette cries, shooting up.

A smile lights Tikki’s face as giddiness takes Marinette over. “Wait for me!” she shoots into Marinette’s bag as Marinette stumbles out the door.

Marinette steels herself as she locks her door behind her. She stares into the grooves of her door as she thinks, You will say words today. And coherent sentences maybe? But don’t push yourself! Baby steps!

But as she turns to the steps to begin her trek to the grocery store, breath is torn from her lungs. He’s there.

His vivid eyes are turned to the phone in his hand, a secretive smile on his face. His features are delicate and she again finds herself itching for her sketchbook. He’s leaning against the window, light catching the blond waves of his hair.

He’s pretty.



As terribly infatuated as she is, Marinette has yet to know his name.

A tug from her bag jolts her from her reverie. Marinette shakes her head, clearing it before beginning her descent down the stairs.

Towards him.

continued on ao3


I went on a date last night with French at a Michelin starred Japanese restaurant in the East Village. He wanted to meet a little earlier than last time which stressed me out. It was only at 7 but I’ve been working late while I get used to my new job and I obviously had to run home, shower and get ready for my sugar date which takes a lot of prep. I rushed out of work at 530 (I live a 10 minute walk from my work) and started to prepare.

I exfoliated my whole body with a Bliss scrub, shaved everything, washed my hair and then rubbed a body oil all over me followed by a thick lotion. I realized in the midst of getting ready that my nails were chipped even though I just got them done two days ago. They were also bright red which I felt was a little gaudy for a sugar date. I had about 15 minutes left before I needed to leave and had to decide between styling my hair all the way or doing my nails and toes. Recently one of my guy friends told me he judges the amount of care a girl puts into herself based on her nails, so I had to sacrifice my usual rich girl curls.

I wore a sage colored Helmut Lang wrap dress, nude Chanel ankle strap heels, a watch and a black Chanel wallet on a chain. I spritzed myself with La Vie Est Belle and ran out he door. By the time I got down my flight of stairs I considered taking a car, even though it’s just as fast to take the subway. I checked and a car would be $20 and I was already late so I said fuck it and started walking.

The subway was so sweaty and packed in and by the time I arrived, I could feel a little sweat on the back of my neck. Thank god he got stuck in traffic and was a few minutes late so I could cool off and look fresh. He arrived wearing a light gray suit which is totally my weakness. We started with frozen sake since it was so hot out and started catching up on the last week and a half. He asked me how I was liking the city so far and how my job was coming along.

He ordered two omakase’s for us, which is a five course tasting menu at the chef’s discretion which was a delight for me because I love trying new things. He’s extraordinarily intelligent and we have really amazing conversations. However, I do have a tendency to get into more serious topics over the course of a date. I know in general you’re supposed to take politics, religion, race, etc off the table on sugar dates. But I can’t help myself when I have a great sparing partner. We literally talked about alternate universes and energy balances at one point.

So even though the general advice is to remain mysterious, there are SDs out there who value your opinion as well. I had three glasses of Chardonnay with dinner and we finally left for the hotel. He booked a room at the Standard in the East Village and we settled in quickly. I went down on him for a while and again, our sex is nothing special in my opinion. He’s got a huge dick which sucks, but he basically just likes rocking back and forth slowly either missionary or with me on top, so it’s pretty easy.

We finished up and cuddled up for a bit. He eventually said it was time for him to head back home and we got dressed. I really wanted to stay for a bit by myself because we had a corner room with a really pretty view, but I felt it would seem a lot more natural if we both left together. He grabbed me a cab on the way out.

I never made a mention of money during our date. But when I finally took my phone out (I don’t look at my phone on sugar dates) I had a Venmo notification for another $1500. I usually have pretty good intuition and if I can avoid asking for money, I always do. It makes the guys feel a lot better I think. If he didn’t send me something after the date, I may have asked. Or I might have written it off as someone who isn’t that generous.

At any rate, it was clearly a productive evening. HOWEVER I saw the vanilla guy I had sex with (let’s call him D) again the day before my sugar date. He took me to Pier 45 to watch the sunset and then we went to a wine bar and split a bottle of red. Despite being short, he’s hot. He wore Prada loafers, vacations in St Martin and drives a $80k Audi. So he obviously likes the nicer things. We went back to his place in Gramercy after the wine and proceeded to get intimate.

It was just as crazy as the first time. We had sex in his bed, then stepped out on his balcony for some air and had sex there. Then went back in the living room to relax on the couch and fucked there even though he has a roommate.

I have fake grass on my roof, and his knees got torn up from having sex on it the last time. The cut opened up and there was blood like ALL over the bed on really nice white linens. We both kind of laughed at ourselves because we’re a little animalistic in the heat of things.

I made a mention that his dick was nice in my last post. It’s thick and perfectly long and curves slightly up toward him. But after 3 rounds, I was so sore the next day. Then after French, I’m done with penises for a few days 😂

D rented a big house in Montauk for the weekend after July 4th and invited me to come. One of his friends is hosting a party for a famous DJ the night we would leave so he said we should go to that, then drive to Montauk after when traffic isn’t bad. Somehow I got really lucky with my move to the city!

Some Air

Corey Graves/OC. For Anon: You are the new NXT ring announcer. You try to keep things professional, but Corey Graves has other ideas. After the Hall of Fame ceremony, Corey approaches you and comes clean about how much he wants you. He takes you out on the balcony and the two of you have super hot, passionate sex under the stars.

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anonymous asked:

Strongly consider: Grantaire reading trials of apollo

OK, so @thatoneartyishperson put in the tags of this post “Grantaire would sob at the end of Trials of Apollo for no reason, it’s not sad, but the representation” and I was like hell yes I’m making that a fic, and here it is, so long story short, yes anon, I’m very much considering it and I’m probably going to turn this into a mini series of a bunch of different fics about les amis and rick riordan books, so if you want to see specific amis react to specific riordan characters let me know!

“R, what the hell? Why are you texting me to let you into my apartment at 2 in the morning? Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

Grantaire just rolled his eyes at Enjolras, taking in the fact that he was still in his skinny jeans and red blazer, before walking in through the open door.  “To be fair, you haven’t slept at all either.”

Closing the door, opening his mouth to protest, closing it with a frown, and then mumbling, “I had homework, and besides you still haven’t answered my question: why are you here?”

“Safety first,” he said holding up a finger.  “Are you still wearing your binder?”

Enjolras refused to meet his eye, becoming instantly intrigued by the carpet flooring they were standing on.

Sighing, Grantaire proposed, “how about you go get changed while I make us some hot chocolate, that way we can have something to drink while I go on another late-night tangent.”

Enjolras plopped down onto the couch next to Grantaire, wear sweatpants and his favorite baggy sweatshirt with “I’m ace-ing this” written across the front–a gift that R had gotten him, taking the mug R handed him and blowing on it before taking a sip.  “So,” Enjolras began, crossing his legs under him as he turned toward Grantaire, “to what do I owe the pleasure of having you entering my apartment, again, at such a weird hour?”

“It’s this book,” Grantaire said, carefully pulling it out of his backpack before turning back to Enj with the biggest grin Enjolras had ever seen.  

“Trials of Apollo,” Enjolras read aloud, turning the book over in his hands, aware of R’s eyes eagerly following him.

“The main character is bi,” he said loudly, forgetting to whisper in his excitement.

“Shhh,” Enjolras hushed him, playfully swatting R’s leg with the book before continuing, “you’ll wake Ferre.”

Grantaire just rolled his eyes. “Puh-leeeease.  Wasn’t Ferre the one who slept through the fire alarm when Bossuet was over here making pasta?”

“I’m still not sure how he managed to set it off just boiling water,” Enjolras said, shaking his head, his voice filled with wonder as he tried to not start laughing.  “But yes, Ferre did.”

“Now back to my point,” Grantaire continued straightening up. “The main character is bisexual, and he openly states it. You have to read this book, because, well…” he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Of course,” Enjolras said, taking R’s hand and squeezing it.  “It sounds perfect.”

Grantaire heard his phone going off, cursing whoever it was that decided it was a good idea to text him at 6 in the morning. Flipping his phone over and blinding himself with the light emanating from his screen, he saw the message Enjolras had sent him:

So that book you gave me like four hours ago, I finished it and I loved it and I can see why you love it and probably relate to Apollo so much, and I’m rambling now because I’m so tired but it was worth it

Rolling his eyes, Grantaire couldn’t help but smile as he typed back:

Don’t you have class at 8?  Go get some sleep nerd and I’ll see you at our usual spot in the library tomorrow

Enjolras spotted R bouncing up and down on the couch in their usual back corner of the library as he threw himself on the couch beside him.

“So,” Grantaire prompted, poking Enjolras in his side.

“I think it was brilliant,” he said with a yawn, curling up beside Grantaire.  “I think it’s amazing representation.  And I think we need to start calling you Apollo, instead.” He stifled another yawn before adding, “I also want to hear you talk all about this book, but I feel like I haven’t slept in days and my last class of the day just got canceled, so for now I’ll have to settle for you telling me about it until I fall asleep.”

Grantaire just smiled down at him, playing with his hair as Enjolras put his head in his lap.

“I always knew there was something about Rick Riordan that I loved,” Grantaire started with an excited whisper, talking quicker and quicker as he got more excited, “but now, I just can’t believe there’s someone like me in a children’s book—a children’s book, can you believe that?”

And with that, Enjolras began to fall asleep, smiling as R kept on talking, happier than Enjolras had seen him in a long time.

Fake Love (part six)

Bucky x reader 

Summary: Bucky comes to reader for dating tips and doesn't know that reader has feelings for him, reader starts a fake relationship with Sam in order to show Bucky what he’s missing out on

Chapter Summary: reader finally meets Bucky’s date (!!!)

Warnings: angst and some sadness too

Author’s Note: idek if I like how I wrote this, I feel like I rushed into the scene where they meet. But tell me how you, the readers, feel. Give me your opinions on what the reader should do next. Also if you think I should write Bucky’s POV more. (Tag list is open and so are requests)

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I decided to take a short shower (because I smelled like sweat and grossness) and once I was done I put on a soft, thin hoodie and black leggings. 

I had to go make a quick run to the Thai food place two blocks over because I did promise Sam his favorite food. 

As I headed out, I wanted to run into Bucky but there was no sign of him anywhere. It was funny, because when I try to avoid him he appears out of nowhere but when I need him he’s nowhere to be found. 

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SSM Day o3: Chemistry

Summary: Sakura really didn’t sign up for this. (Or the one where Sasuke moonlights as an erotic dancer to pay the bills his internship can’t cover.)

Rating: T for language and minor sexual stuff (it’s a stripper!AU what did you expect)

Notes: I wrote this at like two in the morning after spending a solid hour doing anatomy studies that somehow all turned into Sasuke. I need an adult. Also, my YouTube history looks really, really weird now.

“Ino, I’m not entirely sure I’m comfortable with this,” Sakura says, eyeing the flashing neon signs around her. Her best friend scoffs and flips her long, loosely curled hair over her shoulder. “You’re always shut up in that lab of yours, Forehead! You’re twenty-five. You need to live a little. Besides, this place is fine.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re here every weekend,” Sakura mumbles, but she offers no further comment; rather, she can’t, because they’ve arrived at their destination. The bouncer waves them in with barely a glance. They’re clearly of age, or maybe he just doesn’t care enough to card them.

The first thing that strikes Sakura is the music—dark, sinuous, and pulsing, almost alive—and the way the red and violet lights create a haze over the black walls and tiles of the bar. It’s an unusual look, but one that fits the club’s name. Insidious is definitely the sort of place Ino frequents; a sophisticated establishment with plenty of live entertainment and well-mixed cocktails. There’s also a long, raised catwalk from the back rooms that connects to a large, circular stage in the center of the room. Her best friend ushers her to a table near said stage, her towering heels clicking against the smooth marble floor. That’s about when Sakura notices a thin silver pole in the center of the platform and realizes what, exactly, its purpose is.

“Ino,” she says slowly. “Did you bring me to a fucking strip club?”  Ino bats her eyes in a mockery of innocence. “Not the kind of strip club you’re thinking of, Sakura. You’ll like it, I promise.”

Well. Her day just keeps getting better, doesn’t it? Sakura looks around again, faintly hearing Ino order a couple cocktails for them both. The whole room has a certain plush feeling to it. Maybe it’s the velvet everywhere. Maybe it’s Sakura’s overactive imagination. The world may never know. The cocktails arrive in a few minutes. Sakura downs hers immediately, vaguely tasting strawberries and vodka. She gets the feeling she really, really shouldn’t be sober for this. Ino rolls her teal eyes for the umpteenth time and shifts so that her low cut dress shows off her cleavage just the right way.

Twenty minutes and another drink later, the room begins to fill. People come in twos and threes, all trying their damnedest to snag seats close to the stage. Sakura can’t help but notice most of them are women. Ino snickers at them and waves down a waiter. “There’s a reason we got here early, Forehead. The most popular act of the week is about to start.”

As if on cue, the overhead lights dim. A smooth, soft piano riff starts up as a spotlight flicks on, catching a tall, lithe man in its glow. Sakura is immediately entranced, because good God is he beautiful. He looks ethereal as he prowls downs the catwalk, the juxtaposition of his pale skin and dark hair striking in all the right ways. Then he reaches the pole and, with what looks like no effort at all, lifts himself up and flips his body upside down in a blatant “fuck you” to gravity and the laws of physics in general.

His muscles move smoothly as he dances, pushing and pulling and creating enchanting patterns of shadow on his skin. He’s barely even breaking a sweat, he’s hitting every beat, and he’s so sensual it almost hurts her to watch. And then he just has to take it up a notch; he climbs up to the top of the pole and drops headfirst towards the floor, catching himself at the last second with his thighs. His THIGHS. Sakura can’t even register the smug look Ino is most likely throwing her because her eyes are locked to the spectacle before her. The dancer throws his head back, arching his spine against the pole, and strokes his hands up the sides of his torso. One rests lightly on his throat, thin, elegant fingers feathering over the curves of his neck, and the other grips the pole behind him. A glint of silver catches her eye as he moves and oh my god he has nipple piercings. Sakura’s mouth runs dry. Her heart is practically throwing itself against her ribs, and she swears he can hear it over the pound of the music.

He meets her gaze, and Sakura feels like she’s suddenly caught fire but can’t entirely bring herself to mind. There’s a flicker of something in those impossibly black eyes, before he blinks and gives her a slow, sexy smirk. He effortlessly levers himself down, twisting as he goes, to land on his knees in front of her. As he leans back, putting his whole body on display, all Sakura can focus on is how beautiful this man is. He’s not bulky, not by a long shot; instead, the cut of his muscles is soft and toned. His beauty is something ethereal and effortless, and the elegance he somehow infuses in every movement only accentuates it. Sakura is no stranger to this; in fact, she can name a few people off the top of her head who can do the same thing.

And then something clicks, and she’s is frozen. Not in a good, aroused way: of course, the attraction is definitely there, but at this exact moment it’s being overpowered by shock and just a bit of panic. She knows that smirk, just like she knows those eyes. Except usually, she sees them in the lab next to hers, on the reserved biochemist she works with more often than not.

Oh my god, she thinks faintly, as Uchiha Sasuke, one of the brightest up-and-coming minds in her oncological drug research course, gives her another tantalizing look to a dark guitar riff, he looks completely different without his glasses.

anonymous asked:

HELLO yet again friend and also new friend mimi ♥ I need tips or if you could point me in the general direction of how one might remedy dry, frizzy hair. Whether it be shampoo,conditioner, creams, whatever. Thanks loves!

I have been waiting for this ask!!!!!!

Curly hair is tricky to handle because it’s prone to extreme dryness, which of course leads to breakage. Hair products are inherently straight-haired centric. Think about all of your favorite hair product brands, and think about how many of their products are specifically made for curly hair. One or two at the most, I guarantee you. Ever try using non-curly shampoo on your curls? You’ll end up with sandpaper! I even find that some curly haired products still leave my hair needing more (ahem Aussie) but anyway…

I’ve tried so many different products designed for curly hair, and none are even half as successful as SheaMoisture’s curly hair products. Hell, I even use a conditioner that is not specifically made for my hair type every single time I step in the shower and my hair still feels amazing. SheaMoisture is also organic and doesn’t use any bullshit chemicals in their products. Read their website for more info.

2017 has been my best hair ever and I am so excited to share with you my favorites! Some of these are $$, but they last several months so I personally feel that the investment is worth it. 

1. SheaMoisture’s Curl & Shine Shampoo. Curly haired friends- this is the shampoo you have been waiting for! This shampoo smells amazing (coconut and hibiscus, it really just smells tropical to me) and feels amazing. It leaves your hair feeling properly cleaned but not stripped of any natural oils. I know that many people that warn against shampooing your hair every day, but I get dandruff if I don’t. So I use this product every time I get in the shower. And it never disappoints. 

2. Shea Moisture’s Shea Butter Restorative Conditioner. Not sure why this is $27 on Amazon? You can buy it from SheaMoisture’s website in a smaller bottle for $6. Do you remember in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince when Professor Slughorn brews that love potion that smells differently to everybody? Well my potion would smell like this fucking shampoo. It just smells so goddamn good I can’t even convey into words. And it’s not specifically for curly hair!

3. Paul Mitchell’s Leave-In Conditioner. If you have curly hair, you should be using a leave-in conditioner on a regular basis. Your hair just won’t retain moisture for that long, and leave-in conditioner gives it that extra boost. SheaMoisture doesn’t have a leave-in conditioner? I don’t know why? They have what they call “styling creams” for curly hair, but it’s not the same thing. So I use Paul Mitchell’s lychee leave-in conditioner, which is not natural or silicone free. But I’ve decided that I don’t care, because it literally keeps my hair feeling amazing every day. So I’m recommending it. 


I thought you might find it helpful if I listed my method for washing my hair? This is what works for me, and obviously it may or may not work for you. But hopefully this gives you some ideas to get started!

I like to wash my hair at night with shampoo and conditioner, and in the morning I’ll wet my hair in the shower and then apply Paul Mitchell. But if you like to shower in the morning, do your shower routine and then apply Paul Mitchell with your hair still wet. That should carry you through the day and into the night at the very least with amazing hair.

1. Shampoo. I like to lather my shampoo a bit before rinsing it out. I recently read this post when trying to find some good beauty tips for ya’ll. It recommends that you avoid shampooing the ends of your hair, because they dry out more quickly. You then avoid conditioning your scalp, because that creates more dandruff and bacteria build up. Read the post! Well anyway, I’ve been following those directions for two weeks now and noticed a change after two days.

2. Conditioner. Make sure to condition the underside of your hair and any layers you have! If you have oily skin like I do, I would recommend that you do your hair first and then clean the rest of your body. Because I get crazy acne from all the shampoo/conditioner remnants that are washing out of my hair. 

3. Leave-In Conditioner. Wet your hair (or maybe your hair’s already wet from the shower), and then apply a generous amount of leave-in conditioner to everywhere but your scalp. Again, read the post. If I’m working a nine hour day during the winter’s driest months, I bring Paul Mitchell with me to work and reapply. Did I mention that it’s lychee scented??

Well anyway, that’s my two cents. Those are the three best products I have ever tried. Hope this helps xx

Jimin as Prince Eric

And now it is time for the first half of the Busan princes, the second half of the sunshine line, an actual angel, Park Jimin aka chim chim as Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid

  • I have to get it out of the way, I gotta do it but Jimin really does remind me of Eric
  • When chim has dark hair and a white shirt it’s like a real life version of Eric I’ve seen s o fucking many comparison pictures and I’m so here for this has anyone drawn chim as prince Eric tell me someone has
  • Plus they both have that prince quality to them like you look at Eric and you go yeah that’s a prince, you look at Jimin and go yEA H THAT’S A PRINCE
  • The next big reason is bc Eric is really really shy
  • On stage, Jimin is so fucking charismatic, he’s smirking he’s winking he’s playing with his hair he’s doing way too much with his hips calm down with all of that for our sake plz and thnx but also don’t stop never stop you do your thing man
  • But off stage, Jimin is a shy lil ball of fluff that curls up into a ball and hits Jin or does that really cute shy smile and it’s so fucking precious to see him go from this super confident I own this fucking moment to oh my god don’t look at me
  • He needs to be protected but I also know for a f a c t that all of the boys protect him, I feel like the boys have that one friendship where it’s like they’ll tease him but the second someone else teases him they’re ready to fucking fight bc he’s just so sweet and kind and lovely and everyone loves Jimin they fucking adore him
  • Another huge reason is bc Eric loves the sea/beach
  • Jimin is a Busan man and we’ve seen quite a few clips of him on the beach and he always looks so happy and content and he’ll be goofing off and smiling really big and happy!Jimin is so important I want it forever
  • Eric is a romantic
  • Fight me on this Jimin is a romantic, the boys have said he’d suck at being long distance bc he’d want to see his lil love so much that he wouldn’t be able to stay away for that long
  • He’s totally the type to plan really cute lil dates like dropping rose petals along pathways, lighting candles, doing his best to make a five star meal at home he’d be such a romantic
  • Eric is brave
  • Jimin is pretty damn brave I mean the dude danced b lind fol d ed in front of god only knows how many people do you know how nerve wracking that must have been like you could take just a couple wrong steps and really hurt yourself doing that
  • But he trusted in Hobi and he got out there and killed it and that was really brave of him and I’m so glad he did it bc that just shows how close BTS are and how much they trust each other

2-for-1 selfie day!!

  • I curled my hair yesterday and I think I’m finally getting the hang of it. 
  • Yes I do wear black every day.
  • Also I’m aware my bangs need trimming again. Ugh. Bangs.
  • Today no time for curling - got a phone call from triage while I was still getting ready this morning. Spent almost an hour dealing with a minor crisis.
  • It’s also my last day of work for the week…yay!!! 4-day weekend!
  • A week from tomorrow I’ll be in Austin! Another 4-day weekend which means next week is only a 3-day work week!
  • A week from Monday I have a consultation with my tattoo artist and I’m suuuuuper excited. I’ve been craving something new for months. Last new ink I got was a year and a half ago.
  • I actually completed every day of the blogging challenge for August. Shocker.

Ok…I’m off to do stuff. And things.

Happy Thursday, nerds!

A Girl Like Me... [Jack Maynard]

I’ve been feeling inspired lately and have been watching a lot of Jack Maynard on youtube, and I mixed Jack with a dream that I had recently. Don’t judge, my dreams are where all of my ideas and inspiration comes from. It’s about the classic good, rich girl and the slightly poor boy falling in love. Please let me know what you think and if I should do another part.

Requested: No.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 1,367

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ships-sailing-in-the-night  asked:

I love these and I need more: 49 & 50 plzzzzzz :D

this is so late im so sorry ships, im also commandeering this prompt to add to my weird asexual angelic deckerstar baby story XD read the first part HERE

49. “I’m too sober for this” + 50. “Oh god, I need a drink”

Chloe looks over where Amias and Dan are speaking. She wonders just how and where Lucifer picked this young man up. And for the fact that he really could be Lucifer’s son. It’s there in the facial features, the curl of his hair. Except for those clear colored eyes. 

Amias had been surprisingly knowledgeable about the crime scene Lucifer had somehow talked both of them into. He’d been disturbed by the violence, almost mournful, but he’d offered clear, insightful comments, like an oddly responsible Lucifer. As for the Devil in question, Lucifer had simply beamed proudly, reaching out to squeeze Amias’ shoulder affectionately. 

Dan says something and Amias grins, and it’s not the smirk that is a mirror image of Lucifer’s, no. Chloe is struck because…that’s - that’s Trixie’s grin. It’s jarring to see it on someone else’s face and Chloe furrows her brow in confusion. 

“Hey, Chloe, can I talk to you for a second?” Ella asks, startling her out of her thoughts.

“Yeah, sure.” Chloe turns her attention to the lab tech. “What’s up?”

“Are the guys pulling a prank on me?” she asks, and Chloe’s eyebrows go up.

“I don’t think so. Why?”

Ella chews on the inside of her cheek. “It’s probably easier if I show you.” Ella says, and gestures for Chloe to follow her to the lab.

“Since Lucifer convinced the boss to allow Amias to tag along with you guys, I asked him back to the lab to get his details for contamination purposes.” Ella says looking a little shifty.

“You asked him back here? Alone?” Chloe asks, feeling oddly protective. 

“He didn’t seem to have a problem with it.” Ella mutters, cheeks a little pink. “I mean, can you blame me? The boy is a looker.”

“I am too sober for this.” Chloe mutters and pinches the bridge of her nose.

“What? So you don’t think Amias is hot?” Ella asks with a raised brow.

“What? Ew, no!” Chloe protests, instant and instinctive. She blinks a little surprised at herself, as does Ella. “Anyway, we’re getting off topic. What’s this about?”

“Well. I took a sample of Amias’ DNA so it can be cleared from evidence, right? Standard procedure.” she begins.

“And Lucifer was okay with this?” Chloe says with disbelief. 

“He didn’t exactly…know?” Ella winces.

“Ella.” Chloe reproaches. 

“I know, I should have asked. But this is where things get weird.”

Chloe instantly thinks back to the time where Lucifer tried to prove his divinity by urging her to test his DNA. Maybe there was something different about it. Perhaps Amias was the same. “Weird how?”

Ella clicks a few icons and turns the screen to face Chloe. It’s Amias’ sample, but next to it is her name and information.

“Because he shares DNA with you.”


“Yeah, it flagged you in the system. Partial match. Almost like he’s your kid.” Ella says, looking at Chloe with wide eyes. Chloe face is blank. “But that’s impossible, right?” Ella gives her a forced smile. “Because it’s a joke.”

Amias has Trixie’s grin, her grin. His eyes are the exact same color as the ones that look back at Chloe everyday in the mirror. Oh, god. It…it couldn’t be, could it? But that would mean Amias is hers and Lucifer’s. And that Lucifer is indeed an angel and everything else he’s told her is absolute truth. 

Chloe thinks she might need to sit down.

“And then the rest of it is even weirder, because the father’s DNA is completely absurd,” Ella continues on, starting to ramble out of nervousness. “Like the chromosomal pairs are the wrong number, the genetics make no sense. It’s like it was made totally from scratch, like mad scientist style. I don’t think parts of it are even human.”

“And that would be Lucifer’s DNA?” Chloe asks, feeling lightheaded.

“I think so. And it’s not a fifty-fifty split between the two, which I can’t even begin to explain. It’s like seventy-thirty.” Ella tilts her head. “Sixty-forty.”

Chloe grips the edge of the desk with white knuckles. Ella looks uneasy. “This isn’t a joke, is it?”

“No.” Chloe says. “I don’t think it is.”

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