i can understand a few for decoration but

Incorrect HP Quotes (Ron and Draco)
  • Draco: My, my, my. Look what we have here. A blood-traitor.
  • Ron: Well, hello to you too, death-eater.
  • Draco: So what brings you to this part of the world? Are you sure you are not lost? Maybe, your weasel brain finally snapped.
  • Ron: Shut up, Malfoy! I am here for Hermione. I am so tired of getting her books from that god-awful place in Diagon Alley. I never seem to know what she likes.
  • Draco: Of course you don't, Weasley. I wouldn't expect you to.
  • Ron: What do you mean? Ah, nevermind. Why are you here? Isn't this place making you burst into flames or something?
  • Draco: Umm, nothing. Just passing through.
  • Ron: ...
  • Draco: ...
  • Ron: Wait a minute! You are here for Hermione too! Its her birthday tomorrow. This a muggle shop. Why else would you be here?
  • Draco: Umm... Penelope Clearwater?
  • Ron: Oh, come on!
  • Draco: Fine, you nosy prat! It is Granger. I want to get her something nice. I have been here quite a few times, already. Cool place.
  • Ron: What?
  • Draco: Granger showed me this shop. It has a really cool home decor section.
  • Ron: What?
  • Draco: I understand you are a bit slow, Weasley. This muggle stuff is too hard for you. Don't worry, I am sure I can assist you.
  • Ron: ...
  • Draco: ...
  • Ron: I'll get what you get, then.
  • Draco: Oh, that won't be necessary. I'd like to be unique. Besides, I am getting her a new bed. The one in her flat is uncomfortable and really creaks a lot.
  • Ron: How do you know?
  • Draco: (smirks) Well, I should. I sleep on it.
A Complex Proposal

surprise, @cardb0rdeaux! you get two secret santa presents for the price of one!
when @eclecticmuses first started mulling mistletoe fluff, I suggested that Jemma hold it while Fitz be concealing a ring box, aaaaaand then I freaked out ‘cause the idea was too cute and I desperately wanted to write it. because of reasons. and fluff. so this happened, albeit a lot more down to the wire than I would’ve liked. (unbetaed, many apologies.)
plus, I got to write it all while admiring her amazingbeautifulstupendousadorable art! I hope you enjoy this little addition to your gift as much as I’m sure you are already loving her work!
Rated G. Season 5 future fic, canon-complaint (for the moment). FitzSimmons.

Out of all the genuinely traumatic and horrifying events that Fitz had undergone in his relatively short lifetime, his experience of the past month and four days was set to be one of the most harrowing. In that period of time, he and Jemma had moved into the DC apartment secured for them by Daisy, re-settled into their respective science division roles at SHIELD (her as the director with him as deputy), and hosted both a house-warming and a holiday party within one week of each other. Yet, none of the tasks associated with any of the above were what kept him lying awake in bed late at night or had him consumed by panic sweat at odd moments throughout the day.

Moving, although generally aggravating, was not what had him so stressed. In fact, neither of them had had much to move into the apartment in any case. With so many sudden shifts in SHIELD’s status over recent years – from the Bus to the Playground to space – their belongings were sparse, consisting only of what Fury had managed to squirrel away from the military’s clutches (and what little had survived one catastrophe after the next). Eventually, Jemma’s parents and Fitz’s mum had sent them a few things at their respective requests, but on that first day in the apartment, the rooms had looked quite spare.

In her near-infinite enthusiasm for home making, his best friend just chirped that they would fill it up soon enough and then gave him a quick peck on the lips before bouncing off to inspect the bay windows. Feeling a distinct mix of nerves and excitement and blind terror, Fitz wondered if now was the moment – if the blank slate of their new home was the right setting to dig into the bottom corner of his knapsack for a distinct, red velvet box. But when Jemma turned back to him with an argument about TV screen sizes, the idea flew right out of his head. Another day, he promised himself. The right day. Soon.

It was bloody hard to figure out what the “right day” was, however, much to Fitz’s chagrin. 

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A December To Remember - Sunday 3rd

Parring: Mysterious avenger(s) X Reader

Word: 547

Summary: Christmas has arrived, and Y/N discovers through a game of Secret Santa that one of the boys at the team has feelings for her. While she’s trying to figure out who that is, Nick Fury has also given her a secret mission, that will, without a doubt, change everything.

A/N: Things are slowly starting to happen! So tell me what you thought of this, if you want to be tagged, or what you think is going to happen.

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anonymous asked:

What's the difference between sx/sp and sp/sx?

[X] 

SP/SX

Motivation: to live in a secure, comfortable environment where they can pursue their private interests in depth.

These people often have an earthy, mysterious quality to them. They are quietly intense, but to others may seem oblivious to the greater social world around them, instead favoring personal interests. They are slow to commit, but once they do it is with an attitude of life commitment, to the establishment of an impermeable bond. Others can be taken aback by how suddenly and completely this type can lock into them, and by the depth of understanding of the other’s condition. They attach to others at an organic, root level, in contrast to the other subvariant’s surface formality. Somewhat hesitant to enter new relationships, they instead preserve the select few enduring bonds they carefully form along the way. The sanctuary of home is of paramount concern, and this type takes particular delight in decorating their spaces to reflect their cherished sense of taste and depth. Depth and discrimination characterize this stacking.

Expression: wistful self-absorbed expression, sighing, magic is in their head

Energy: calm, steady energy expressed intensely, withdrawing

Behavior: withdrawn, calm, wistful and self absorbed

Mindset: “I can have merging/intensity without having to leave my orderly & pleasing lifestyle.” (imagination, safe people and relationships, when the safety of these are challenged they withdraw)

Blind spot: Likely to neglect their desire to seek intense connections and experiences for the sake of their primary concern of maintaining physical saftey, comfort, and an orderly lifestyle, in average-healthy levels. May not have an awareness of the need to connect in a broader sense with the world, of a sense of security or in groups or of the need to seek it, or even of the need to foster approval, support, and understanding of themselves within groups they are connected with, often causing misunderstandings with allies, supporters, friends, and family members.


SX/SP

Motivation: to know the heart, reconcile inner conflict, form a secure union.

This is perhaps the most internally conflicted of the stackings, and potentially the most inconsistent in behavior. This may occur as a blockage of the sexual instinct which can be redirected as a more generally brooding and troubled personality. They may isolate themselves for long periods of time before reemerging. They live according to a strictly personal outlook and are not particularly concerned with the approval of others outside of their immediate concern. They seem to be searching for something, the missing piece. If they find a soulmate they will unite without fanfare, forming a secret bond, dealing with formalities as an afterthought. Powerful sexual impulses facing inner resistance may manifest symbolically in the psyche, giving way to soulful interpretations of the unconscious. Under periods of stress severe sexual tensions may manifest as erratic, impulsively destructive behavior. Can seem restless, torn between the comforts of a stable home life and the urge to wander. May be prone to self-medicating.

Expression: intense, self-absorbed expression

Energy: intense energy expressed calmly, steadily, assertively

Behavior: intense, assertive, troubled and self absorbed

Mindset: “If I can make (us) have an orderly & pleasing lifestyle, I can keep up and escalate all this merging/intensity.”

Blind spot: Likely to neglect their desire to maintain physical saftey, comfort, and an orderly lifestyle for the sake of their primary concern of seeking intense connections and experiences, in average-healthy levels. May not have an awareness of the need to connect in a broader sense with the world, of a sense of security or in groups or of the need to seek it, or even of the need to foster approval, support, and understanding of themselves within groups they are connected with, often causing misunderstandings with allies, supporters, friends, and family members.

TL;DR I’d say that the SP/SX searches for new methods to maintain his welfare (physical/mental/emotional, depending on core type), while the SX/SP searches for safe ways to supplement and reconcile his inner conflict.

Here are some other links I thought might provide you with a clearer perspective:

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A Long Conversation - The Dark Artifices

This is the (super super adorable) extra short story that’s included in the hardback/paperback first editions of Lady Midnight!  In case you got LM on ebook or audiobook and are missing out, here it is! (it catches up with the rest of the TMI characters up to the point where they arrive at the LA Institute.)

Clary looked around the Institute’s music room with a tired but gratified smile.  It was a hot New York summer night, the windows were flung open, and Magnus had magicked up icicles that sparkled down from the ceiling and cooled the space.  The room was filled with people Clary loved and cared about, and in her personal opinion it looked pretty good, considering she’d had to race to find somewhere in the Institute they could hold a party on about twenty-four hours’ notice.

There was really no reason not to smile.

Two days previously, Simon had showed up at the Institute, breathless and wild-eyed.  Jace and Clary had been in the training room, checking in on the new Institute tutor, Beatriz Mendoza, and some of the Conclave students.

“Simon!” Clay had exclaimed.  “I didn’t know you were in town.”

Simon was a graduate of Shadowhunter Academy, Clary’s parabatai, and a Recruiter, a job created by the Consul to help replenish the diminished ranks of Shadowhunters.  When likely candidates for Ascension were found, Simon would talk to them about what it meant to become a Shadowhunter after a mundane life.  It was a job that often took him away from New York, which was its downside; in the plus column, Simon seemed to truly enjoy helping scared mundanes with the Sight feel like they weren’t truly alone.

Not that Simon looked like a dependable voice of reassurance at the moment.  He looked like a tornado had hit him.

“I just proposed to Isabelle,” he announced.

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@memcjo: Dialogue prompt “I’m may not be an expert on all things Christmas but I’m pretty sure that’s not where you put the mistletoe.” Perhaps Felicity to Oliver?!

Day 1: Mistletoe and a Little Bit of Hope

“Last one!” Felicity sang as she put up the final ornament on her modestly-sized Christmas tree.

The loft was festive as ever. Holly hung from the rafters. A menorah stood proud at the center of the room overlooking the great windows. And now there was a Christmas tree, bespoke with glittering tinsel and shiny, multi-colored ornaments. But there was one thing missing.

“Oliver, where’s the mistletoe?” Felicity called out, her voice echoing through the large living room.

“Right here!” Oliver called back from somewhere above her.

Felicity glanced around the loft but was unable to spot him. Then she looked up to see him peeking out from the hallway that led to the master bedroom. Before he disappeared, she noticed a cheeky grin on his face.

‘What is he up to?’ Felicity thought as she stood up from where she’d spent the last half hour on her knees putting the final touches on the tree. They cracked and popped, much like her back, as she got to her feet and began to move around.

Up the stairs Felicity met until she reached the landing. “Oliver, where are you?” she called out, slowly making her way down the hall toward the bedroom.

“In here,” he yelled back just as she reached the door.

“There you-OH MY GOD!” Felicity cried when she peered inside to find him naked in bed, mistletoe hanging from… well, you know. “Oliver, I may not be an expert on all things Christmas, but I’m pretty sure that’s not where you put mistletoe,” she said, averting her eyes even though she’d seen those parts of him several times over. After all, they were married, and they’d been having copious amounts of sex since the wedding, but seriously? This was not how she imagined their little holiday decorating party to go.

His breathy chuckle knocked her out of her thoughts. “I’m sorry,” Oliver apologized. “I just couldn’t help it. We’re on our honeymoon, after all.”

“A honeymoon I wish we were spending in Bali, but with everything that’s going on, I can completely understand why we’re spending it here decorating the loft. The last thing we need is for Agent Watson to think you’re fleeing the country,” Felicity rambled. “And there I go with the word vomit.”

She sighed heavily. Felicity hadn’t realized just how much Oliver’s upcoming trial would affect her, even after the events of the past few weeks. Taking a seat on the empty side of the bed, her head listed until her chin hit her chest, and she began to massage her temples from the sudden headache that had begun to materialize.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Oliver whispered as he sat up. He dropped the sprig of mistletoe onto the nightstand then covered himself before rolling over beside her. His arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled Felicity close. “It’s going to be okay,” he murmured into her ear as his head fell to her shoulder.

The emotions Felicity had been holding back since Watson arrested Oliver finally broke through. Tears began streaming down her cheeks as a quiet sob escaped her lips. “How do you know it’s going to be okay?” Felicity wept. “Rene turned against us. He’s going to testify for the prosecution. He’s their smoking gun. How is it supposed to be okay?”

It was Oliver’s turn to sigh heavily as he tightened his arms around her. “I don’t know,” he confessed. “I have no idea how this is going to play out, but I know you’re by my side, and that’s all I need. We’ll get through this like we’ve gotten through everything else.”

Felicity’s hand dropped to his. Their fingers locked together as she replied, “I’m scared, Oliver.”

“So am I,” he said. “But I have to believe that everything will work out. Otherwise, what’s the point in suiting up every night in order to protect the city?”

She leaned into him and nodded, wiping away the tears that had gathered beneath her glasses. “If you believe everything will work out, then so do I,” Felicity said with determination as she turned her head to look at him. Those bright blue eyes sparkled back at her in the glow of the city lights through the window.

“I love you,” Oliver said as he smiled back at her.

“I love you, too,” she replied, leaning in to kiss him. As their lips parted, she let her forehead rest against his as they stared at each other for several quiet moments.

“Get undressed. I think we’ve earned some naked cuddling tonight,” Oliver said as he unwrapped his arms from around her waist and pulled away.

“Okay,” Felicity whispered. Although it seemed impossible, she would try to live by Oliver’s words and the hope he continued to inspire even in the face of incarceration.

Throwing off the sweater and sweatpants she’d been wearing, Felicity climbed under the covers and into the waiting arms of her husband. Husband… That was never going to get old, just like Oliver’s hope that everything would work out.

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Promise // Christmas Special

Table of Contents

Word Count: 2,966

Note: This is to thank you all and wish you a Merry Christmas! I apologize deeply for no longer writing scenarios and doing a crappy job updating this fic regularly, but sharing my writing and hearing your feedback really keeps me going! Thank you to all my lovely followers and readers! (And this is not a crucial chapter of the story with important information, it’s just something that happened that isn’t necessary for the plot, haha).

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It’s when Chanyeol puts out the “tree” that Baekhyun knows it’s almost Christmas.

While it may sound festive, Baekhyun could care less about the “tree,” which is in reality a potted spiny shrub that Chanyeol buys for a few bucks from some shady store and decorates poorly with cheap, plastic ornaments. It stands just a few feet tall in the open room of the Exo Credit Union where Baekhyun’s men hold their annual Christmas party, cheap ornaments gleaming in the light. Baekhyun’s mind recoils at the sight of the shrub and its ornaments into a state of disgust as he’s reminded of his least favorite holiday.

Christmas.

Byun Baekhyun hates Christmas.

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Forget Me

This is Part Three in “Unforeseen”

Pairing: Crowley x Reader (eventually)
Words:   1008
Based on this request:  Reader’s husband is dying. Reader makes crossroad deal with crowley 4husband2live1more yr, not the usual 10 yrs bc she can’t see her husband in pain. On the 364 day of the yr, husband summons Crowley&asks him2spare her life&take care of her. Husband can tell that Crowley feels something 4her. Crowley spares her life & continues to become friends then falls in love

A/N: If you want tagged in “Unforeseen,” send me an ask. :)

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           You were sitting in the lavishly decorated bedroom, looking down at your hands. You had only been in hell for a few hours. It was the hardest thing you had ever had to do. You had been given a year with Colton. And it hadn’t seemed long enough.

           “Hello, Darling,” Crowley said gently, opening the bedroom door slowly, “Would you like something to eat?”

           You shook your head, “I don’t think I can eat right now, Crowley. It’s just gonna take some time.”

           He nodded, “I understand. If you need something, you just let me know. I’ll be around nearby. You have free reign to go wherever you want. I have instructed my demons not to bother you. They are not to harm you at all.”

           “Thank you, Crowley.”

           Crowley hesitated in the doorway, “I will check on you again soon.”

           You nodded, “Thank you.”

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so my “boyfriend” decided to blow me off and not talk to me for days and then break up with me because he “can’t handle a relationship right now” seriously? He had every opportunity to say something and he didn’t. His birthday was not too long ago and I worked really hard to get him the money for his present (which was an awesomely cute gift)

He was starting to act distant the past 2 weeks, I should’ve seen this coming. Honestly it’s for the best. I don’t deserve to be treated like that. He went MIA since Friday. He said he was going to call me in the morning and never did. Even bitch buttoned me and then I had my friend call him and he answered

His excuse is work. I understand as a fisherman what he has to do, and that he goes on trips for days. But he used to show me attention and text me good morning and goodnight or one of the two. And all of a sudden he does this. His family already invited me over for Christmas Eve and I helped decorate the tree and made my own stalking.

He can go fuck himself 🖕🖕🖕🖕

Candy Corn - Wanda Maximoff

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Synopsis: The reader takes Wanda shopping to get discount Halloween candy.
Word Count: 650 (These last few fics are short, I know, I’m sorry.)

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So yesterday was @wanderingcas birthday and she mentioned a few days ago that she wanted me to write a femslash version of her amazing fic, Passing Ships, so I wrote the first half of chapter two :)

Happy birthday, Sam! Love you!

Deanna finally eases off the gas as they enter the school zone and Cas stares almost in awe as the building comes into view. It’s nicer than she expected, almost homey with its white-washed bricks and Victorian windows laced with the not-yet shriveled vines of summer. There’s evidence of a beautiful garden during warmer seasons and an expansive field of grass surrounding the whole property.

It’s like no school Cas has ever seen and she shares her thoughts with Deanna. 

“It’s a Montessori school,” Deanna explains as she parks the car. “Lots of funding, super fancy. I probably wouldn’t even have this job if Sam’s wife’s sister hadn’t taught music here.”

“What do you teach?” Cas asks.

“First grade.”

Cas almost smiles at memories of Claire in first grade, with her blonde pigtails and Barbie backpack.

“Well, see you in seven hours,” Deanna says as she opens the car door 

Cas scrambles out of the passenger door. “I’m coming too.”

Deanna squawks like that’s the funniest thing she’s ever heard. “The hell you are.”

“I have to be able to observe you,” Cas says as she trails after the blonde. “There was no point in me coming here with you if I can’t even see you.”

“Then I guess you should just hitch a ride back to… wherever the hell cupids stay.” Deanna waves a noncommittal hand. “Whatever. See ya later!”

She’s just about to open the front door when Cas barks, “Deanna. My orders are to understand what is preventing your soulmate connection. In order to do that, I must be allowed to observe you in your day-to-day activities. This is Heaven’s will and I am going to follow my instructions to the best of my ability, so I am coming into this school.”

Cas can hear Deanna’s strained exhale before the woman turns around, lips pursed. There’s still fight in her eyes but she just closes them and sighs again. “Fine,” she grits and points a finger at Cas. “But you don’t say a word, got it? Nothing about this soulmate bullshit. This is my job, and if you get me fired, Heaven will have hell to pay.”

Cas nods once. “I understand.”

Deanna just rolls her eyes and yanks the door open before impatiently gesturing Cas through.

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Imagine the winter holidays with the Superwholock team.


Y/N: Happy holidays everyone.

Cas: I don’t understand. Why do we celebrate these holidays?

Sherlock: Honestly I don’t know… they’re rather boring.

Y/N: Come on Sherlock… don’t be a scrooge or a Grinch.

The Doctor: I could round up a few Suantarians if you want me too they can always brighten the holidays.

Dean: Are Suantarians the potato people that love war and things like that?

The Doctor: *Nods*

Sam: No we don’t need a homicidal potato running around.

Y/N: Will someone help me decorate a  little bit please?

John: Sure (Y/N)

anonymous asked:

Can I have relationship headcanons for Captain Phasma please!! Have a nice day and thank you in advance!!!

Of course! I hope you have a nice day, too!

  • She’s seen a lot of messed up stuff, and is pretty tense most of the time, so she really appreciates a good back rub. But she doesn’t want to feel indebted to you, so get ready for awesome back rubs.
  • She won’t verbally communicate unless it’s absolutely necessary when she’s on duty, but if you’re working together she will take a moment to rest a hand on your shoulder as she passes, to let you know she’s there and that she’s thinking of you.
  • You’re the first one to say ‘I love you.’ She doesn’t react and goes about her day, but when you get home, she’s made dinner for the both of you, as fancy as is possible on rations, and she makes sure you know that she loves you too.
  • You alternate who cooks when you can both make it back to your quarters. You both have very busy schedules, but it’s nice when you do get to sit down together for a meal. She’s surprisingly adept at cooking. I recommend her spaghetti.
  • She isn’t one to gossip, but when you ask her about her day, it will probably begin with ‘I cannot believe Kylo Ren, sometimes! Honestly-”
  • She’s not a big fan of PDA, but she can get rather possessive at times, and when the two of you are together in a non-formal situation she likes to hold your hand.
  • She doesn’t like kissing in front of people, but she likes to kiss you as a sign of appreciation when you’re not with others.
  • Honestly she just likes to be in contact with you a lot, especially when you two are alone and relaxing, watching the holoscreen in your quarters, you two will be sitting as close as you can get without actually sitting on one another.
  • She is most definitely the big spoon. She likes feeling like she can protect those she cares about.
  • She’s not too fussy about how to decorate your quarters, but if someone’s offered you a position stationed on a different planet, she probably won’t like. She might be distant for a few days, but she’d tell you what was bothering her eventually and she’s open to talking about big life decisions. She’d understand if you took the offer, she knows what it’s like to sacrifice things for your job.

nxpoleonsxlo  asked:

Because you posted the dossiers yesterday - can we talk about Napoleon having been living in Los Angeles, probably rubbing elbows with movie stars (and stealing so MUCH of their stuff)?

asdkjhksadfj omg!! 

He probably has the time of his life whenever he’s able to travel there. I also can see him stealing stuff from movie sets. His house in LA is probably cluttered with all sorts of decorations, a few costumes, and paintings from private collections. 

Now, Illya probably just rolls his eyes at him because he doesn’t understand how someone can get this excited about the prospect of having to spend his time around so many people. So much noise. But Napoleon is living, already planning to go visit that nice private collection with a lot of stuff from the antiquity. It features ancient weapons now he’s heard. 

Gaby probably can’t keep up with this much enthusiasm because he behaves like a little kid, and it’s been a long flight, how is he this energetic? But then he shows her his own private collection of tools used on camera’s etc. and she’s awake suddenly.

Both Gaby and Illya don’t really get his excitement to go back to LA at first. But then they watch him bustling around, listen to him talk about his adventures and witness him opening up to them. It’s the most endearing thing they’ve witnessed. He’s happy, so they are as well.

Holy shit, that spell WORKED: also, spells and mental illness

Isn’t it the best feeling?? When you’ve done a spell, and the results unfold for you in an unmistakable way?

I’ve been waiting for weeks to talk about this particular spell I did, one of the biggest I’ve ever cast (behind that one money spell, idek where that one came from). I didn’t want to talk about it before I felt it had run its course.

DISCLAIMER: I am not a mental health professional. This is all opinion and experience. If you feel or practice differently, I respect that! Everyone is different, and different things work for them. This is a complex subject so not everything is addressed, and I’m absolutely not trying to shame anyone. I just want to write about some thoughts and experiences I’ve had on this journey.

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anonymous asked:

angelsandcas asked: So now what do you think about the square shaped lamps in Jen's pic and Misha's video? It could just be a coincidence, but I want to believe, even if they are just good friends..

For those wondering, this is what she’s talking about:

Now, before I jump into the Cockles of it all, lets explore the two other options.

#1. Coincidence: They could just happen to have the same lamp. This wouldn’t even be far fetched because, seeing as how they ‘live’ in the same area while filming, I assume they shop at the same stores as well. Both men very well could have enjoyed the lamp and wanted to see it in the comfort of their own (Canada) apartment.

Disclaimer: Both men honestly have such different styles. They may seem similar…but theyre really not. Misha tends to be more out there with his choice in outfit whereas Jensen tends to be more subtle and more in fashion. (I’m not saying that Misha isn’t fashionable, he’s just carefree compared to the other two.) Although, they have been known to share clothes from time to time. (There are definitely more ‘shared clothes’ pictures than that, I just dont have the  time to find them at the moment!) Misha still is outgoing when there is no one around to dress him. (One of the many things I love about him.) I understand that this speaks only to their clothing style, and that, at the end of the day, has nothing to do with their decor style, but hey. I needed a disclaimer…and any chance I can get to share pictures of Misha’s pink pants, I’m taking it.

#2. They’re just hanging out as friends: Its Misha and Jensen! The two men that complete J2M, the best three-sum-friendship out there. They wanted to have some bro-time, so whats wrong with hanging out or watching an episode together in Jensens apartment? A few beers, some laughter, then going on their separate ways. Bro-time=the best time.

Disclaimer: Since when did “bro-time” become so secretive? (Im going to focus on the live tweeting moments, since the picture of Jensen where we see the lamp was during that time, and the idea that they are together during them.) Why not, in the middle of their live tweeting, let the audience know that they’re watching it together? In this post of Jensen and Misha’s live tweeting during the 200th episode, you will notice Misha states he is watching with ‘someone’ but doesnt reveal who that someone is. Why not? I know many of you are thinking, “They didnt mention it because Cockles shippers would have harassed them!” True or not, there are J2 shippers out there too. And Jensen has no problem telling them when he’s with Jared. But, there is obviously someone with both Misha and Jensen during the live tweeting, otherwise these pictures would have not been taken. (Also, there was the time that Jensen was taking about going to yoga with a friend, and Jared called him out on it. Why so secretive about who that “friend” was Jen, if its only just a friend?)

#3. Cockles: They live together, or at least spend a LOT of time in each others apartments while in Canada, just so they can have quality time with one another if ya know what I mean.

Disclaimer: There is none because that’s literally the case I mean come on guys lets be real. These two cant keep away from one another. (I never had time to finish this one, but just imagine every moment they spend together and you’ll get the picture.)

Edit: This is a VERY old post that I recently discovered in my drafts. Please understand this if you find any mistakes and refrain from (rudely) calling me out on them!

anonymous asked:

What are your hobbies/interests?

Nature photography, gardening(a lot of veggies, herbs, edible or medicinal flowers, some decorative flowers & some house plants & all the responsibilities that come with having a garden - which definitely keeps me in shape in the spring & summer lol), studying nature & the cosmos (im a documentary & binge reading on the topics kind of gal, i love learning everything I can on both to understand more about life & existence) creating art (mostly watercolor & acrylic paints, drawing), writing(journaling - dream journaling, creating story ideas/potential novels which i say potential cuz few are actually finished lol, poetry/song writing, spiritual thoughts), meditation/spiritual practice(magick), singing, spending time in nature/hiking/exploring, cooking/baking (mostly organic healthier foods & a lot from my own garden), star gazing/using my telescope in the spring/summer usually, very mild yoga/working out lol (just enough to stay flexible bc i dont wanna fuck myself by doing anything wrong - but i do live a healthy active lifestyle so I don’t really worry about regular exercise, just stretching is a must for me). I do my best to pursue all my passions & interests. I’ve been wanting to beekeep for probably 5 years now but have yet to..so HOPEFULLY next year I just gotta contact the right people to get a hive and buy the box set up & what not. Which I do make my own lip balms, salves & cosmetics from beeswax although I haven’t done it in forever, so that’s one hobby I want to get back into. <3 Thank you for the ask! :) <3

aenramsden  asked:

So I'm just imagining Cat's mom does something Bad; maybe pushes Cat to tears. And Kara - maybe RK!Kara, maybe just normal protective!Kara - decides to get /revenge/ as only Cat Grant's super-assistant can. Cue Katherine getting stuck in the CatCo elevator for half an hour on her way up, being unable to book a restaurant table anywhere, mysteriously missing a rescheduling memo, finding construction work outside her hotel at 2am, etc. And she can't /prove/ it's sunny, smiling Kara. But she knows.

“kiera?”

“miss grant?” she appears in front of cat instantly—or, annoyingly enough, not instantly like cat is fairly sure that she could. but very quickly. “what do you need?”

“i just heard a very interesting rumour that my mother is stuck in an elevator.”

“oh yes.” kara twists her face into something like upset. “it’s very unfortunate. all our electricians are out of the building at the moment.”

“and witt?”

“also not here.”

“and the entire IT department?”

“working on it, with security. we updated the system after livewire’s last attack and they’re having a little trouble getting around the system to manually override the doors.”

“and supergirl is right out, i’m sure.”

kara nods solemnly. “i’m afraid your mother is stuck, miss grant. i did make sure that food and water were taken to her and someone opened the hatch to make sure she wouldn’t run out of air.”

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In Their Honor

Pairing: Captain Swan

Rating: G

Genre:  Lieutenant Duckling

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A/N: This is the next in my new Fluffy Fridays reruns series.  I realized several of these one or two shots might have fallen through the cracks as they hid within the (now massive) fluffy anthology that is known as Fluffy Fridays. As I don’t really have time to write new stuff now, I thought I’d pass the time in December (and the very end of November) by pulling out my favorite FF installments and posting them in their own right.  Hope you enjoy the “rerun”!

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“A lovely night, a lovely night!  A finer night you know you’ll never see.  You meet your prince, a charming prince, as charming as a prince will ever be.  The stars in a hazy heaven tremble above you while he is whispering: “Darling I love you”.  You say goodbye, away you fly, but on your lips you keep a kiss.  All your life you dream of this lovely, lovely night.”

                                                              –Rogers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella

The first time Lieutenant Killian Jones, Crown Prince of Camelot, danced with Emma Swan, Princess of Misthaven, it was at a ball in his honor.  The usual trepidation, uneasiness and sorrow descended on Killian as he thought of his new title and the reason he now held it.  His brother, Liam, the former Crown Prince, had been gone for six months now, and Killian still missed him with an ache that was nearly physical.  Liam left him big shoes to fill, and he had no idea if he was up to the task.

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TITLE: Traditions

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One shot

AUTHOR: lazylore

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine your best friends with Natasha and she drags you into Tony’s Christmas parties, and Thor just-so-happened to drag Loki there as well. She catches you staring at each other and she locks you in a closet together. 

RATING: pg-13


NOTES/WARNINGS: No warnings. It ended up just a bit long, sorry!. Hope you enjoy. 

“I don’t understand why I have to be here,” you asked inside the elevator, watching the numbers above the door change. “I’m not even an avenger.”

“But you’re my friend.” Natasha said, “And as such, you’ll be my support. There’s only a limited time I can stand being in a room with all of them before I want to pull my hair.” She joked.

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