i did my hair all fancy

Dear you-know-who-you-are,

today is one of those days i think of you. it’s hard to tell you why but i just do. today i forget about all the bad we’ve been through and reminisce about all the good. today i miss you. i miss how you made me laugh and feel some type of way. did you know you were the only one who loved me for me? you cared for me in the purest way. i never needed make-up, hair extensions or fancy clothes. there was no point in all of that. all you had eyes for was my soul. today i think of that because it was beautiful. but sometimes beauty requires an ugly price to pay. yet today i close my eyes to the ugly. only today.

❛    why are you all wet    ?    ❜
❛    it’s sandwich day.    ❜
❛    do you know what tuna is    ?    ❜
❛    i’d be an abomination.    ❜
❛    why is this so important    ?    ❜
❛    family means no one gets left behind.    ❜
❛    if you want to leave you can.    ❜
❛    i’ll remember you,    though.    ❜
❛    i remember everyone that leaves.    ❜
❛    you’re the cause of all this.    ❜
❛    it’s little and broken,    but still good.    ❜
❛    you’re vile,    you’re foul,    you’re flawed.    ❜
❛    also cute and fluffy.    ❜
❛    you wreck everything you touch.    ❜
❛    why not try making something for a change    ?    ❜
❛    no more caffeine for you.    ❜
❛    he / she wanted me to join his legion of the undead.    ❜
❛    i knew it.    ❜
❛    oh good.    my dog found the chainsaw.    ❜
❛    sorry i bit you,    and pulled your hair,    and punched you in the face.    ❜
❛    i got a new dog    !    ❜
❛    you are so finished when i get in there.    ❜
❛    trust me,    this is not gonna end well.    ❜
❛    ha    !    i win    !    ❜
❛    a falling star.    i call it.    ❜
❛    get out,    i have to make a wish.    ❜
❛    can’t you go any faster    ?    ❜
❛    gravity is increasing on me.    ❜
❛    the same thing happened yesterday.    ❜
❛    why do you act so weird    ?    ❜
❛    you look familiar.    ❜
❛    i’m lost.    ❜
❛    don’t interact with her / him.    ❜
❛    we know her / him.    ❜
❛    look at the bright side.    you won’t have to yell at anyone anymore.    ❜
❛    we’re a broken family aren’t we     ?    ❜
❛    maybe a little,    maybe a lot.    ❜
❛    i shouldn’t have yelled at you.    ❜
❛    it’s our job.    ❜
❛    you can never belong.    ❜
❛    i didn’t teach him / her that.    ❜
❛    you came back.    ❜
❛    nobody get’s left behind.    ❜
❛    come on,    what’s the big deal    ?    ❜
❛    leave my mother out of this    !    ❜
❛    oh great,    he / she’s loose.    ❜
❛    did you ever kill anyone    ?    ❜
❛    are you happy    ?    ❜
❛    i’m adjusted.    ❜
❛    he / she likes your butt and fancy hair.    ❜
❛    no,    that’s from my blue period    !    ❜
❛    oh,    you are such a pain.    ❜
❛    stupid head    !    ❜
❛    read the charges.    ❜
❛    are they intelligent    ?    ❜
❛    did you catch fire again    ?    ❜
❛    answer me.    ❜
❛    what was that    ?    ❜
❛    i know you had something to do with this.    ❜
❛    what are you doing    ?    ❜
❛    you’re just jealous ‘cause i’m pretty.    ❜
❛    i know what you mean.    ❜
❛    i need someone to be my friend.    ❜
❛    he / she’s very persuasive.    ❜
❛    please go about your business.    ❜
❛    oh,    i can’t complain.    ❜
❛    you smell like a lawn mower.    ❜
❛    ____    is troubled.    he / she needs desserts.    ❜
❛    here,    educate yourself.    ❜
❛    this is low even for you.    ❜
❛    you’re all mine.    ❜
❛    please don’t do this.    ❜
❛    leave me alone to die.    ❜
❛    does this look infected to you    ?    ❜
❛    you’d better not have rabies.    ❜
❛    don’t worry,    this is all part of a plan.    ❜
❛    we are professionals.    ❜
❛    hey    !    get that out of your mouth.    ❜
❛    new rules.    ❜
❛    that is the ugliest thing i ever saw.    ❜
❛    listen carefully.    ❜
❛    that would be a bad idea.    ❜
❛    aren’t they beautiful    ?    ❜
❛    uncomfortable    ?    good.    ❜
❛    with pleasure.    ❜

That episode when Jay unlocked his True Potential!! 👌🐍⚡️

Lilo and Stitch - sentence starters
  • 1. "Stupid-head."
  • 2. "Do we have a lobster door? No. We have a dog door. We are getting a dog."
  • 3. "Want to listen to the King? You look like an Elvis fan."
  • 4. "Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind, or forgotten."
  • 5. "We're a broken family, aren't we?"
  • 6. "I'm the one they call when things go wrong. And things have indeed gone... wrong."
  • 7. "I was afraid you were going to say that. This won't be easy to explain back at headquarters."
  • 8. "You smell like a lawnmower."
  • 9. "Does this look infected to you?"
  • 10. "Aloha!"
  • 11. "You know, you wreck everything you touch. Why not try creating something for a change?"
  • 12. "Oh, good! My dog found the chainsaw!"
  • 13. "I'm sorry I bit you... and pulled your hair... and punched you in the face..."
  • 14. "You were built to destroy. You can never belong."
  • 15. "Our family is little now, and we don't have many toys, but if you want you can be a part of it."
  • 16. "I'll tell you what. If you promise not to fight anymore, I'll promise not to yell at you, except on special occasions."
  • 17. "It's nice to live on an island with no large cities."
  • 18. "WHAT? After everything you put me through, you expect me to help you just like that? JUST LIKE THAT?"
  • 19. "Oh, good! I was hoping to add theft, endangerment, and insanity to my list of things I did today!"
  • 20. "I prefer to be called 'evil genius'."
  • 21. "Stop! I have just determined this situation to be far too hazardous!"
  • 22. "One of them had a giant eye in the middle of his face."
  • 23. "We are fired. Now we do it my way!"
  • 24. "My camera's full again!"
  • 25. "Don't worry, she likes your butt and fancy hair."
  • 26. "No more caffeine for you."
  • 27. "Don't leave me, okay?"
  • 28. "This is my family. I found it, all on my own."
  • 29. "Why are you all wet?"
  • 30. "Did you catch fire again?"
  • 31. "You better not have rabies."
  • 32. "Bring... him/her... back."
  • 33. "Heard you lost your job."
  • 34. "I think it might be a koala... an evil koala."
  • 35. "You are such a pain!"
  • 36. "A shooting star! I call it! Get out, get out! I have to make a wish!"
  • 37. "We need something that can defend itself. Something that won't die. Something... sturdy... you know?"
  • 38. "If you wanna leave, you can. I'll remember you, though. I remember everyone who leaves."
  • 39. "You're crazy."
  • 40. "Did you ever kill anyone?"
  • 41. "That's okay. You can just date me and we'll call it even."
  • 42. "So you're from outer space? I hear the surfing's choice."
Bon’s Midnight Screechings: 3x08, ‘First Wife’

Yall . I LOVED this episode.


Originally posted by leandromoreno

I was so engaged in it, in fact,that my normal stream-of-consciousness screechings were very sporadic and scattered, but I dinna even care. There were just too many things I loved

 I LOVED Jamie and Claire’s talks throughout (the mate motif gives me many feelings). I loved the Hogmanay flashback (I CRIED). I LOVED how they changed the Daddy moment and the fall out. I LOVED little Joan(and her red hair!) and seeing Jamie’s unexpected joy in being a father (and that it was primarily that that pulled him into the marriage). I loved Jenny and Ian’s solo scene. I love that Claire didn’t run away immediately and rather that it was a more reasoned choice, if still a hard one. 

Basically, I loved pretty much all of the changes they made from the books, and they had me on this one hook line and sinker. Least problematic episode this season, in my book!

I’ll certainly post many more thoughts tomorrow but honestly?  in this moment?

I just kind of want to bask in how much I enjoyed it. 

Originally posted by little-j-in-neverland

I wanted to go to college for astronomy. No colleges in my area did astro majors so I found myself in an astrophysics program, despite not being so great at the physics part. Fast forward a year. A friend told me one of the profs in the department was looking for researchers, I’m poor and want a pretty resume. Within 45 minutes of hearing about this job, I had been interviewed (while having green hair and sweatpants and no less than 5 piercings on me), I had gotten the job, and the keys to the basement labs. I get invited now to all the fancy seminars. I meet people from around the world and make connections (and may have accidentally mouthed off to one of the fancy boys from JINA-CEE but I didn’t know it was him at the time I swear he was just an awkward bump on a log how was I supposed to know ((he was impressed at my ballsy-ness so it all worked out))). My research job is the hot-topic cutting-edge Thing of The Month and so I get to meet fancy boys from science clubs a lot which helps my recognition. One of the profs is a fan of the research I’m doing and offers to put me under the wing of his former advisor, Mr. Bump On A Log from JINA. I have been sucked into the rabbit hole of nuclear astrophysics despite most of what I’ve been doing is Networking and not hardcore research because fucking hell I’ve got classes too you know this was supposed to be a summer job I just started early because I needed gas money.

I have managed to get myself a Respectable For My Age reputation.

All either on accident or by sheer bullshit luck.

I just wanted to look at the stars.

I am an artist.

I have always been an artist. I had a childhood of vivid colors and half formed images, the passion was there but the skill wasn’t. It took years to create something beautiful, something different. But like most artists I burned out over time.

Coming to Elsewhere University inspired my passions once more. I spent hours sketching and painting and sketching again. My creations have always been my children, but now they had more life in them than I ever imagined.

My children were beautiful and terrible, too many teeth and cloaks spun of star shine. Elegant bodies that flowed like water with wicked smiles that promised everything and nothing. All of them different and all of them the same.

I was their mother but they did not call me so, I allowed them to call me father. Not mother. Never mother. It was too close to a true name.

I did not name them, they all chose their own names. I held them all only once, in that moment of creation when their steps were still unsure. I love them with the same devotion as any mother, and they love me in their own way.

Sometimes they visit, bringing me whatever they think will catch my fancy. In return I will gift them with one of my hairs or a soft kiss, the gift of a mother’s love. Sometimes I will even remove my iron to hold them again, but only after a promise of my safety is made.

I’m aware of the attention my children bring me, from both my classmates and The Gentry, but I can’t stop. I can’t and I won’t.

I’m an artist.


Friday evenings

Friday evening was a great evening for everyone, even if you had a lot of homework to do. After all, there was always late Sunday evening to finish those three essays. Those without homework were already engrossed in games of chess, exploding snap and there was even a round of truth or dare starting. Harry, also one without homework, would kill (not literally, he had quite enough of that) to have some homework to take his mind of things.

Unfortunately, all he could do was sit on the sofa in front of the fireplace, one he wasn’t quite used to yet. Ever since the start of their so called ‘eighth year’ they had been situated in a tower that hadn’t been in use before the war. The loss of the Gryffindor Common Room was one thing, the gain of the leftovers of all the other houses and themselves combined was another.

He still wasn’t used of rooming with Draco Malfoy even after three months. The first time he saw Draco going through his morning routine he had avoided looking into his direction completely. Blaise was obviously used to it, but Ron wasn’t hiding his disgust when Draco came out of the bathroom with a weird substance on his face. After a while though, he found himself unable to look away from the git when he walked into the bathroom in those simply too tight satin pajama pants (how could satin even look tight?) and later when he walked back out again, his hair still dripping wet from the shower because he apparently couldn’t dry his hair magically since it would get all frizzy.

The fact that Draco Malfoy invaded his thoughts more often than during sixth year wasn’t a good sign, if Harry would say so himself. It was only after he had broken up with Ginny that he had allowed himself to look around and not block the thoughts he had when he was looking at some broad shoulders, rough hands and perfectly fitting jeans. He wasn’t sure whether he preferred boys over girls, but there was no denying that he liked them. What he also wasn’t sure of was whether he was ready to admit that he liked a certain white blond git that slept in the same room as him.

A long sigh escaped him and he barely noticed the sofa dipping where someone sat next to him.

‘Move, Potter. I want to lie down.’

Harry forced himself not to roll his eyes and grin at the same time. They had become rather civilized with each other, but that didn’t mean that Draco had lost his arrogant behavior. He just used it differently now, and Harry secretly liked it. In the beginning Draco had been more like a ghost among all the others. A lot of people still held a grudge against him, but he handled those hateful remarks surprisingly strong.

‘Then go upstairs, you have a bed all for yourself.’ Harry remarked without even glancing his way. Draco let out an annoyed huff and turned to look at Harry. His hand was resting between them to keep in balance and he leaned in slightly. ‘Move, or I’ll just use your lap as a pillow.’

Harry tried to ignore the fact that his heart skipped a beat at that sentence. He wasn’t going to admit that he had imagined a certain scenario like that quite often.

‘Whatever Malfoy. If you want to lie down on my lap so badly you should just ask.’

‘W-What?’ Draco spluttered. ‘That’s not- I just want to lie down! You are in the way!’

Harry shrugged. ‘And I’m not going to move.’


With another huff, Draco lowered himself until his head was resting on Harry’s lap. Harry cleared his throat nervously while he wondered if he was imagining the rosy color on Draco’s cheeks. He draped his arm over the railing of the sofa and rested the other on the armrest.

‘Your legs are bony. Not soft at all.’ Draco muttered suddenly. Harry looked down and a smirk slowly crept over his face. ‘That’s just hard muscle. I have been eating like crazy ever since I got here. Quidditch keeps me in shape though, otherwise I would’ve looked like Dud- Well, someone you don’t know.’

‘Draco turned his head slightly to look up at Harry and tried to ignore the warmth that rose in his cheeks some more. ‘Quidditch? You’re not even on the team.’

It was odd to stare down at Draco’s head resting in his lap. ‘I give some extra lessons to those who feel like they’re falling behind on training.’

Draco silently mourned over the weeks he had missed out on looking at Harry’s perfect form in his Quidditch attire. ‘I see.’

He turned back to stare into the fireplace a bit when he noticed some Hufflepuffs looking at him wide-eyed. He raised his eyebrow warningly at them and they quickly turned their heads in any direction but his.

‘What do you do to get your hair to look so soft?’ Harry asked in unaware amazement as he felt his fingers itching to touch it.

‘Malfoy secret, Potter. Not that it would do any good to your bird’s nest anyway.’

‘I bet you’d be surprised how soft it is, despite how it looks.’ Harry retorted.


Draco closed his eyes and he was slightly shocked at how comforting it felt to be this close to Harry. He knew it would be comfortable, but not this much. He wanted to lay here forever, preferably with Harry’s hand going through his hair, the other maybe holding his hand in his own. These thoughts were nice, maybe too nice. At least it was enough for now to let him drift off to sleep.


‘Malfoy, you’ve been awfully quiet.’ Harry said softly, wondering if his assumptions were true. When no reply came, he looked down at Draco and noticed his eyes were closed. His mouth was slightly open and his eyebrows lay peacefully on his face without any sign of a frown. Harry smiled softly.

The truth or dare game had ended, and since Hermione had brought it up for house unity, she and Ron had been a part of it. Harry had happily declined and what he had been doing instead had been totally worth it. Draco had one hand fisted into Harry’s jeans and he shivered once. Harry frowned, was he cold? Having a nightmare? His face was still relaxed though.


Ron was standing at the other side of the sofa where Draco’s feet were tucked under a pillow.

‘Ah, Ron. Just in time. Can you hand me that plaid over there?’

Harry pointed at the plaid in front of the fireplace. Ron did as Harry asked but never removed the confused look on his face.

‘Did I miss something?’ he asked while looking at Hermione. ‘Hermione did you know-’

‘Ron, breathe. There’s nothing. Yet.’ Harry said with a grin.

He really hoped Draco was sound asleep as he said those words. It was not like he didn’t hope there would be something, but he couldn’t possibly guess what Draco would think about that. Ron handed him the plaid and he put it carefully over Draco without moving too much. Hermione helped him at the end of the sofa since he couldn’t reach too far.

‘He looks at ease.’ Hermione said softly, a smile appearing on her face. Harry looked down at Draco and nodded with a smile.

‘He does, doesn’t he?’

‘We’re going to bed, don’t go too late yourself.’ Hermione told him. Ron hid a yawn behind his hand and nodded at Harry. ‘Be quiet when you come up.’

Harry nodded. ‘Will do.’

Besides him and Draco, only three other students were still in the Common Room. Probably the only three who worried about homework on a Friday evening. Draco turned in his sleep, his nose now facing Harry’s stomach. Unable to hold back to the temptation any longer, Harry slowly caressed Draco’s hair with his fingers. Draco made a soft sound of contentment and nuzzled his face more into Harry’s hoodie. Truthfully, Harry had known for a while that he fancied Draco. Only up until now, he hadn’t realized how much.

Once more Draco shifted and when Harry looked down he noticed his eyes slowly opening. After a large, ungraceful yawn he looked up at Harry and rubbed his left eye.

‘You let me fall asleep in front of people?’ he stated matter-of-factly. Harry shrugged.

‘You did it all by yourself really. I just guarded you with my life. You know what they say, don’t tickle a sleeping dragon.’ Harry joked.

‘What’s this got to do with sleeping dragons?’ Draco murmured sleepily. Harry looked down at him fondly.


Draco tried to stretch and stay in the same position at the same time, which didn’t really work but he put up with it. He looked up at Harry, who was still unconsciously weaving his fingers through Draco’s hair, and raised a hand to cup Harry’s cheek.

‘You need to shave, Potter.’ he said without a bite in his voice. He stretched his arm further so that he could comb his fingers through Harry’s hair and his eyes widened slightly.

‘Merlin Potter, you weren’t joking about the softness.’

Harry grinned. ‘Told you. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to find out whether what I’m looking at is soft as well.’

Draco raised his eyebrow. ‘What are you talking about? You’re touching my hair as it-’

His sentence was cut short by the press of Harry’s lips on his, and soon forgotten when he was pulled up slightly and held in those broad arms that Quidditch just happened to do to you. A soft sigh escaped his lips and his hands found Harry’s hair again, and his jaw, his neck, his chest. There was so much that Draco wanted to touch that he didn’t know where to start. Harry’s lips trailed down his jaw and soon tiny butterfly kisses were placed on every part of his neck with just the right amount of tongue every now and then.

When Harry pulled back, Draco’s rosy cheeks weren’t able to hide any longer and a chuckle escaped his lips. ‘Bloody hell I’ve waited too long to do this.’

Draco smiled cheekily at him and kissed him shortly on the lips. ‘Do keep up Potter, we have a lot of time to catch up with.’

*rant post*
This is the second day in a row I’ve had an older man in my chair just straight up bash me because my age. Complaining about 20 somethings and how they’re so lazy and entitled.. But then turn around and be mad how they got laid off because we’re stealing all their jobs. Jobs that require college degrees that didn’t when they started 40 years ago. So which is it? You guys are pissed if we do basic jobs saying how were so lazy and worthless, you’re pissed when we work for a couple years to save up to go to college without selling our souls for loans, you’re pissed when we try to get college degrees and salary jobs, you’re pissed when a 23 year old gets hired in as your boss and is more successful than you. There is no winning here. You want us to all go out and be something big but all those big jobs are held by you. Then you assume I’m stupid and uneducated because I’m a hairdresser. I went to school for 2 years to be able to cut your hair. I had to learn the entire human anatomy, physiology, muscle and bone structure, how to identify diseases on sight, symptoms to look for because your hair, skin and nails are some of the biggest indicators to your health. Just because I’m not an engineer doesn’t mean I don’t have a brain. It takes all kinds of people to make the world go around. If everyone did what you wanted who would cut your hair, prepare your meals when you go out for dinner, or check you out in the grocery store? Where would you and all your friends be because we will have your fancy job at Ford? Did you ever think maybe you were one of the first ones to go when they were laying off people because you treated your 23 year old boss with as much disrespect as you treated me with? God i hate people. I usually love my job but stuff like this makes me hate the customer service industry. Enjoy your haircut that i still did my best and put effort into despite you being an asshole to me and not getting a tip. God. It is not okay to treat the people that service you like shit.

I JUST THOUGHT OF THE CUTEST THING (combining Toshinko w/ my Bakugou Hairstylist AU)

Inko is going on a date with Toshi, but she’s freaking out about her hair, and Izuku knows exactly -.05% about styling hair, and both are freaking out until Izuku remembers that OH YEAH KACCHAN KNOWS HOW TO STYLE HAIR

so Izuku calls Bakugou all frantic-like–it goes something like this




Bakuguo: WHAT


Bakugou: WHAT



so Bakugou rushes over to Izuku’s house so he can fix up Inko’s hair all super nice and fancy before All Might can arrive

and later on, when All Might does arrive, Bakugou is the one who answer the door. he looks up at Toshi’s unkempt hair for all of three seconds before he’s like “NO. NO FUCKING WAY. YOU ARE NOT GOING ON THIS DATE LOOKING LIKE THAT. NOT AFTER ALL THE WORK I JUST FUCKING DID.” and drags All Might, who is completely baffled (???? why is Bakugou here??? how does he know about his date with Inko????) to the bathroom to fix his hair up b/c jfc someone has to take charge here

and that’s the story of how Bakugou helped All Might and Inko get ready for their date

I’ve seen a ton of AWESOME WKM theories, but did anyone notice this?

This is the Dark we saw in A Date With Markiplier, after his Emo Edgelord phase, which we’ve been assured multiple times by Mark is “canon” Darkiplier:

Intimidating, right? All decked out in his fancy suit and tie and perfect hair? And here’s Dark in Markiplier TV:

Virtually the same look, yeah? He’s now a 3D Edgelord and couldn’t be scarier! The problem, folks, comes along with how Dark appears at the end of Who Killed Markiplier:

Look familiar, with the messy bedhead and unbuttoned shirt/no tie? It should, because we’ve seen it before in Darkiplier vs. Antisepticeye - which I will remind you we were told by both Teamiplier AND Jack was a goof and not necessarily “canon”:

There could be multiple practical explanations for this (ties suck lol), but I like to think it’s something purposeful, and perhaps a little sinister. Follow the logic that Dark’s suit-and-tie look is part of his manipulative nature AND the “shell” that keeps him together - does that mean that Mark dressed as the “messy” version of Dark in WKM to showcase that he’s just been birthed into this world and doesn’t yet have his shell? To highlight the differences between Dark and Damien?

Or… is Dark trying to tell us something?

Perhaps Dark in Darkiplier vs. Antisepticeye was a little more canon than Mark would like to acknowledge, and perhaps that Dark is more like the Dark who was just reborn in Who Killed Markiplier - sad, angry, and hell-bent on revenge. Since we pretty much all agree that WKM takes place before any other ego videos, that means that if it was really Dark and not Mark in Darkiplier vs. Antisepticeye, maybe Dark’s sending us a message. And what does the message say?

He’s still here. He’s still pissed. And he will get his revenge. The only question is whether or not we’ll be in his way.

Jimin Scenario: A Dream Come True.

Request:Can I request a scenario where the reader has a Jimin’s fanclub and is invited to spend an entire day with him & he thinks she’s different from the other girls bc she treats him like a normal person instead of a famous idol! And after that start to have interest in her! 🙈💜

Genre: Fluff.

You didn’t want to but you were biting your nails, and as you forced yourself to stop doing it you started biting your lips. The nerves were literally eating you as you waited for the page to be reloaded again as it had crashed fifteen minutes ago.

You had entered this contest on a hunch, hopeful, but somewhat already accepting you wouldn’t be the one winning it no matter how much you really wanted it. But had nonetheless because the possibility of having the opportunity of meeting him, no matter how small the chance, was worth the try. You thought you’d be calm just waiting for the results whatever those might be, but truth was you were on the edge of your chair wondering why the system had crashed and when were they going to fix it.

You breathed deeply as you saw the page loading again. The contest was really simple and truly it was something that depended more on luck than anything else as you just had to send a little letter with your description and why you loved Park Jimin, and in that aspect you were an expert because honestly, what was it to not love? You had a fan club of the guy, but not only because of how handsome Jimin was, but because he was an incredibly talented singer and dancer, a beautiful person who was aware of those around him and that reflected in his actions, he treated people well, and he had a smile hat could melt worlds and create new ones. That was how much you loved Jimin, as a fan, you knew you probably wouldn’t be involved with him ever, but just to know him and presence that smile from up close, talking to him, would be more than amazing. 

You scrolled down the flashy announcements, the winner had been chosen. Your heart jumped and you felt like throwing up and running, as the emotion was strong within you and then you read your name.

You were the winner, you had been the chosen one.

For a moment you didn’t do anything and just read your name and the tittle that said you had won over and over again, and then you jumped screaming and smiling like crazy, watching the big poster of Jimin that you had gotten at a fan meet some years ago.  You were going to meet him, finally. If dreams could really come true you guessed this was it.

The date that wouldn’t really be a date, but kind of, it would be you two having a whole day together but you didn’t know exactly what were you going to do so getting dressed was a bit troublesome, but since it was spring you guessed a pretty skirt and an elegant but still comfortable blouse would be good enough, you’d wear flats because with the nerves you’d sure fall in heels in front of Jimin and that you didn’t want.
The day came, someone from Big Hit came to pick you up and you went there, you’d be meeting Jimin at the location. There was a woman explaining you some things you had to take into consideration because of this experience, like privacy and security matters, you tried hard to pay attention but you were a bit giddy, you weren’t worried about that as you knew you weren’t some crazy fan that would stalk him. For you a simple conversation and an iced coffee would do, you just wanted to finally get to know him.

-I’m glad you understand miss Y/N, this is just standard procedure, we really hope you enjoy your day, he’ll be waiting for you-

You had arrived to a coffee shop, smiling and bowing you said thanks to the woman before walking in, you didn’t have to look too much before you saw him.

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Our Story- Auston Matthews (By Anon)

Originally posted by calgaryinferno

Alright y’all so I had this story submitted to me and it’s adorable and so I’m posting this anon (because they prefer it that way) so you guys should be getting FOUR updates today! (I’m counting this as one!) Without further ado…. Surprise Auston Matthews!

Warning: steamy (no descriptions promise), a couple of cusses


As we were driving there, I admitted to being nervous about what the ACC would look like, where we would sit, and if I would even enjoy the game. Nonetheless, I was happy to be there and held on to the fact that it meant a lot to my dad, which meant a lot to me.

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anonymous asked:

what are your thoughts about bakugou and midoriya's relationship? platonic, i mean

I live and die for it, every part of the manga in which that relationship is shown progressing is between my favorite parts of the manga and I’ve reread them a hundred times and cried over them way more than necessary - the battle trial one? yes, the end of terms exam? absolutely yes holy shit, the post-license exam fight? god yes fuck me that’s my absolute fav, the rescue arc? shit yes between all the reasons why that arc’s my fave the change in the deku/baku relationship is definitely a worthy of note one

It’s an interesting relationship, a painful one that’s making both of them grow so so so much, a rivalry they both need to better each other and keep each other straight on the path to become two great, all-around heroes - I’m not sure they’ll ever end up having the type of relationship Izuku has with Todoroki or Bakugou with Kirishima, I don’t think it’s possible for them to be friends like that, they’re just too different to properly fit like that and to avoid stepping on each other’s toes every single day of their lives they’d have to change their core personalities too much, but they did end up being able to coexist (Bakugou’s even giving Deku tips!!!) and I do think they’ll be able to cooperate and support each other in the end. If one day they’ll be able to make fun of each other in a friendly manner and egg each other on and be honest with each other without it escalating into a full blown fight I’d truly be happy, that’s probably my main dream for this whole manga. For them to have a healthy rivalry, one in which they can maybe even laugh together. I think it might happen, I’m waiting for it to happen

Anon said: Hi Fran! I’m obsessed with your BakuShimaNari work. Here’s a cute thought to hopefully cheer you up a bit while you’re unable to draw: they’re all in their early 20s and Denki likes to poke/smooth out the little crease between Bakugo’s eyebrows and tease him about getting wrinkles early from all the scowling he does. Bakugo flicks him in the nose and says he’s starting to get crows feet from always grinning like an idiot.

Oh my god. Oh my g o d this is the sweetest thing I’ve ever read. Oh my g OD I’m just imagining them doing that and Kiri in the background watching them like they’re most precious thing in the world I’m dying rip me this just made my whole life thank you so much anon *sob*

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Jamie Benn Imagine

This imagine does have insecurities in it. It’s mostly bodily insecurities. Please don’t be insecure about anything. You’re all beautiful in you’re own way. Don’t let anybody tell you that you’re not. Love you all <3 Hope you enjoy!!

Requested: Yes @purplelover199413

Warnings: Insecurity, crying, swearing

Originally posted by courtlee8

Y/N’s P.O.V

I stared at myself for awhile, looking in the mirror pointing out my flaws while I waited for Jamie to pick me up.

We are going out to dinner tonight and he told me to wear something fancy. I put on a tight black dress that was low cut and a pair of nude heels to go with it. I curled my hair and did my make-up and then I was done.

It didn’t take me long to get ready but I was still waiting for Jamie so I just sat in my room by myself. 

As I stared at myself, I discovered more and more things that were wrong with me. 

My hair was frizzy, my nails weren’t perfect, I didn’t like to cross my legs all the time. But the one that got me the most was my boobs.

I was wearing this low cut dress that was pretty chesty but it didn’t look good on me. It fit everywhere else, except for my breasts.

Every since I graduated high school, I’ve always been the most insecure about them. I wasn’t anywhere close to the sizes my friends were and it was disappointing. 

They would “joke” around with me and tell me how lucky I am that I don’t have big boobs, but I guess I took it the wrong way. 

Jamie and I have had sex before, lots of times actually and he hasn’t said anything about my small boobs. I didn’t really remember my problem until now. 

There was a knock on our apartment door and I sighed. He’s here. I didn’t feel like going out anymore. Whenever we go out, I get so insecure about how I look in front of other girls around us. They always stare, but I don’t know if it’s Jamie they are staring at or if they are making fun of me. 

I stood up, grabbed my purse and walked towards the door.

As soon as I opened it, my problems faded away. Jamie brought me a bouquet of pink roses. My favorite. 

“Hey princess. You look stunning.” He said while hugging me. “Thanks. You don’t look to bad yourself.” I replied while giggling a bit. Jamie smiled and handed me the flowers. “For you.” He smiled again. I smiled back, took the flowers and put them in the vase on the kitchen table. 

I gave him a quick peck on the lips and pulled him out the door. 

“Where are we going?” I questioned as he opened the car door for me. He closed it and got to his side. “The fancy Italian place by the mall.” He responded while starting his car. 

I nodded and looked down at my dress. It was hanging low and there was no cleavage to keep it up. I frowned and pulled it up so whatever was on my chest didn’t show. 

The car ride was short and we talked about anything and everything. He was telling me about his practice and what he did after with the guys and I told him about my raise at work. 

Once we got there, we walked hand in hand into the restaurant. “Reservations for Benn.” Jamie spoke to the receptionists. “Ah yes Mr. and Mrs. Benn, right this way.” The receptionist smiled and lead the way. I looked up at him and he whispered, “I could get use to that.” I blushed a deep red and giggled. “Me too.” I responded. 

We sat down at the table and looked over the menu. 

“Hi. My name is Lindsay, I’ll be your waitress for the evening. Can I start you guys off with something to drink?” She asked. I looked up at her and took in her appearance. A tight, low cut black v-neck and leggings. She had blonde hair and it was up in a high ponytail and her make-up looked really good. But I had to look away when I saw Jamie looking directly at her boobs.

She was not small chested by any means. He was still staring and I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I’ll get a glass of Cabernet please.” I coughed out. “And I’ll have a Jack and coke please.” Jamie said while looking at me. “They’ll be right out.” Lindsay smiled at Jamie and walked away. 

I rolled my eyes again. I can’t believe he was staring at her boobs. In front of me. His girlfriend. It was like I didn’t even exist! I rolled my eyes again and I’m guessing Jamie saw because he asked, “Y/N, are you okay?” “Peachy.” I responded. Before he could respond, Lindsay came back. “Cabernet and Jack and coke. Are you ready to order or do you still need more time?” She asked Jamie. 

“We’re ready.” I said and smiled at her. I’m not gonna lie. I was jealous of her. She had big boobs AND the attention of my boyfriend. 

“Okay what can I get you?” She asked with a hint of attitude in her voice. “A caesar salad and chicken parmesan please.” I said back to her. “Yeah I’ll have a caesar salad and a steak please.” Jamie said. She nodded and walked away. 

Jamie and I made small talk while we waited for our food to come out. While we were talking, I kept pulling up my dress in the front to cover my breasts. He obviously noticed because after the second time I did it he watched me do it every time after that. 

Our food came out and we ate in silence. 

“Can I get you guys anything else?” Lindsay asked. ‘No. Just the check please.” I responded. I looked up and saw Jamie staring, AGAIN! She took it out of her pocket and laid it on the table. 

He reached into his pocket, pulled out his money and paid. Lindsay came back and she took the check, but started a conversation with Jamie, pushing her boobs closer to him, like she was mocking me. 

Jamie didn’t do anything about it. They were actually gonna do this in front of me? I could feel myself tear up. This wasn’t the first time something like this has happened. I couldn’t take it anymore and stood up and walked out of the restaurant. 

I waited by the car, shivering with tears running down my face. 

“Y/N! What the hell was that?” Jamie asked angrily. “Open the car.” I whispered. “What?” He responded with the same tone. “I said, open the car.” I repeated a little louder, but my voice cracking. 

He unlocked the car and I got in and put my seat belt on. 

“Are you gonna tell me why you ran out like that?” He asked again in the same angry voice he ran out of the restaurant with. “You should know. Oh wait you probably wouldn’t since you were too busy flirting with our fucking waitress in front of my face.” I said back angrily. The tears were still streaming silently down my face but I don’t think he noticed. 

I pulled up my dress again and wrapped my arms around my body to keep me somewhat warm. 

“Seriously? This is what you’re mad about?” He replied again. 

“Yes Jamie. This is what I’m mad about. This is why I kept pulling up my dress. This is why I kept rolling my eyes. This is why-” I couldn’t finish my sentence because my voice cracked and I broke. 

I put my head in my hands and cried. Jamie didn’t say anything. He started the car and he was driving us back to our apartment. He didn’t say anything but he rested his hand on my knee and rubbed it. Jamie doesn’t know that I’m insecure about my boobs but why should he?

I didn’t think it was that big of a deal until I saw him gawking over our waitress. That’s when it really hit me. 

We pulled into the parking lot of our apartment and he stopped the car and turned it off. I took off my seatbelt and jumped out of the car. Jamie did too and before I could get away, he grabbed me and just held me. 

I started to cry even harder now. Jamie held me close to him while rubbing my back. I calmed down a bit and that’s when he finally asked, “What’s going on?” I sighed and knew that I needed to tell him. “Why were you so out of it tonight? You kept pulling up your dress and rolling your eyes every time she said something.” He added. 

I pulled away from him and sighed again. “Why are you still with me?” I asked truthfully. “Y/N wha-” I cut him off. “No seriously. I’m nothing compared to her. She was pretty, tall, skinny, nice, she actually had boobs, but you knew that from how much you were looking at then.” I trailed off at the end. 

“Is that what this is about? Her having boobs?” He asked. “Not just that. She had big boobs. A lot bigger than mine and you seemed to enjoy them. There’s nothing to look at on me.” I said. “Oh shut up Y/N. What are you talking about?” He answered louder now. “I don’t like my body okay? I don’t like my boobs. I don’t like how they are small and you don’t seem to like them either-” He cut me off this time by kissing me. 

Jamie pulled away and rested his head on mine. “To be honest, I was getting a boner under the table when your dress hung low. I was pissed when you kept pulling it up.” He whispered. “Really?” I asked. He nodded. “How about I show you how much I love your body right now?” He asked while pulling the front of my dress down. 

He grabbed my boobs and kissed my neck. “God I love you.” I whispered while running my hands through his hair. 

Elves lived for thousands of years, who says that they do not have their own fashion trends and talk about “Wow, that is so beginning of the First Age, no one wears that anymore!” or “Hair that short? Did they just flee from Gondolin?”

Imagine parties in TA Rivendell or Lindon that are especially themed at all of those forgotten trends.

Imagine Elrond wearing Feanorian stuff to remind everyone who raised him.

Elves dressing up as the first men they met, barely in proper clothes but wearing furs and this kind of things.

Imagine someone trying to impersonate Feanor with a crown and three fancy jewels, but at least they do not shine.

Imagine there was a time everyone wore short skirtish things.

Just to refresh your memory, here’s a snippet from my famous/non famous au that I’ve seemingly abandoned. Harry is a big time movie star and Louis works on set as costume standby. Louis is the only person on earth that can’t stand Harry and Harry wants to change that. I promise I’m still working on this and I’m sorry I can’t publish it before the end of summer like I originally said, but I’ll do my best to make it worth the wait. Hope you enjoy!

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Lilo and Stitch {Sentence Starters}
  • "No more caffeine for you."
  • "This is my family. I found it, all on my own."
  • "Oh, you are such a pain!"
  • "'Ohana' means 'family'. 'Family' means no one gets left behind. Or forgotten."
  • "You sure it's a dog?"
  • "You know, you wreck everything you touch."
  • "I'm sorry I bit you. And pulled your hair. And punched you in the face."
  • "YOU! You're the cause of all this!"
  • "Don't leave me, okay?"
  • "You're just jealous 'cause I'm pretty!"
  • "Did you catch fire again?"
  • "Give us a sign you understand any of this."
  • "She likes your butt and fancy hair."
  • "Leave my mother out of this!"
  • "Does this look infected to you?"
  • "You are so finished when I get in there!"
  • "I remember everyone that leaves."
  • "You can never belong."
  • "Then why don't you sell me and buy a rabbit instead?"
  • "Oh good! My dog found the chainsaw!"
  • "Leave me alone to diiiiie."
  • "I prefer to be called 'Evil Genius'."
  • "I need someone to be my friend."
  • "This is your badness level. It's unusually high for someone your size."
  • "We're a broken family, aren't we?"
  • "My friends need to be punished."