i just couldn't keep it in

Often, my coworkers will ask what certain things mean in English.

And often, I am tempted to make up some silly English word that they’ll start using, because it’ll amuse me.

It’s difficult, keeping this mischief to myself. But I manage. Somehow. :P

Wait for someone who bumps mouths clumsily with yours cos they’re too busy smiling to kiss you properly. Yeah. Wait for that.
—  Azra Tabassum (aka 5000letters)

Musical doodles ~
This week’s classes got me productive !

ssilverstreak  asked:

MLM March prompt: Chat keeps stalking Peacock!Nino's tail

“Okay, so if we come at the akuma from behind, I think we’ll have the advantage, and-” Ladybug frowned. “Chat Noir, what are you doing?”

Chat Noir froze. “Oh, um. Nothing.”

“Because it looks like you’re about to jump on Le Paon’s tail.”

Chat Noir stood up as their newest member turned to look at him, a brow raised. “Of course not,” Chat Noir insisted. “There’s an akuma.”

Ladybug frowned. “Right, okay. So, like I was saying…”

Chat Noir struggled to pay attention to her as she strategized, still staring at the very colorful, very tempting tail trailing behind Le Paon.

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SNUPER(스누퍼) 4th Mini Album ‘I Wanna?’ DOUBLE IMAGE

-Some backstory. We had just killed some Lizard people after getting drop out of an air ship. We need'ed information so they managed to keep one Lizard dude alive. So my fellow players, a Wizard and Paladin went to work TORTURING the HELL out of this Lizard guy. The Paladin/bad cop couldn't speak Daconic but the Wizard/good cop did. So there’s me, only offering question the Wizard to ask the Lizard man and a Monk looked on as these two went to town on this poor, poor Lizard man. After the game the Wizard made a post on Facebook that I HAD to share on here.-
“Learned two things from a game of Pathfinder.
1. I am armed with a ludicrous amount of reptile puns. Lizard Folk, beware.
2. To my great horror, I am perfectly willing to disregard the Geneva Convention’s laws regarding treatment of prisoners of war while engaged in the pursuit of loot and level-ups, provided that someone else does the beating.”

Casually drinks coffee while writing KuroMahi smut XD But after seeing that pic of Maid!Mahiru and Kuro [here] I just had to write this

“I’m back.” Kuro walked through the door with the groceries Mahiru ordered him to buy. They would usually go out together so he wondered why Mahiru told him to go alone. He tried to think of anything he did that could’ve made Mahiru angry with him. He set down the bags in the kitchen but he didn’t see Mahiru in the kitchen or living room.

“Welcome home, Master.” Kuro stopped at the unexpected greeting. He heard their bedroom door open and Mahiru stepped out. Kuro’s eyes widened when he saw the maid costume Mahiru was wearing. He couldn’t look away from him as Mahiru stopped in front of him. “Kuro?”

Mahiru knew that he must’ve looked silly in the dress and wished that he never decided to wear the thing. Earlier that week, he was doing Kuro’s laundry and found some rather risqué manga among his dirty clothes. He couldn’t help but worry that Kuro was becoming unsatisfied with him since it had been a couple days since they last made love. Then he found the maid costume and thought Kuro wanted him to wear it.

“What are you wearing?” Kuro knew he should look away but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. But how could any man turn away when the person they loved was standing in front of them and wearing such an outfit?

The frilly dress was cut expertly and showed only enough to tempt Kuro to look beneath the frills. Nervously, Mahiru tightened his hand in his skirt and Kuro wished that Mahiru didn’t. It only drew attention to the stockings hugging his legs and Kuro wanted to pull them off with his teeth. Kuro held himself back because he could see how embarrass Mahiru was.

“What do you mean ‘what are you wearing’? You’re the reason I’m wearing this silly thing!” Mahiru blushed heavily. “I found your manga collection and this dress in your laundry! If you would rather have pictures than your boyfriend, I’ll just take this thing off!”

“Idiot,” Kuro took Mahiru’s hand when he started to turn away. He smoothly turned Mahiru so they were facing each other again. Kuro placed his hands on the kitchen island and trapped Mahiru in his arms so he couldn’t turn away from him again. Mahiru placed his hands onto Kuro’s shoulders and looked down at their feet because he felt so embarrassed.

Kuro gently lifted Mahiru’s face. “Hyde gave me those manga as a joke. I never even opened them. Why would I when I have you? I’m guessing Hyde also left this costume as a prank.”

“Kuro, what about—” Mahiru whimpered when he felt Kuro’s hand snake under his skirt. Kuro playfully squeezed his ass before he lifted Mahiru onto the kitchen island. His voice was hoarse when Kuro pressed kisses down his neck and Mahiru wrapped his legs around Kuro’s hips. “Its been a while since we… and I thought… oh, Kuro!”

Mahiru gasped when Kuro roughly pulled the dress off his shoulder and gently bit him. It wasn’t enough to draw blood but Kuro kissed and licked the mark he left. Kuro couldn’t stop himself from grinning when he saw Mahiru’s flustered face. He could smell Mahiru’s blood and it was intoxicating to Kuro.

But he promised to never drink Mahiru’s blood so he would have to distract himself by satisfying another hunger.

“For someone that goes on and on about ‘thinking simply’, you sure do love to overthink things.” Kuro teased while he untied the apron around his waist. “I thought you were a little sore and wanted to give you some time to recover. But if you want—”

Kuro was shocked when Mahiru cut him off. He grabbed his hood and pulled Kuro into a kiss. It was tentative and a little shy but no other kiss could shake Kuro as much. He pushed Mahiru backwards onto the island and took control of the kiss. When he felt Kuro’s tongue tease his lips, Mahiru parted his lips slightly.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” Kuro groaned against his lips. Mahiru’s response was to wrap his arms around his neck and kiss Kuro deeper. The kiss made him dizzy and threatened to steal his senses. He wondered if Mahiru knew how much power he had over him. But Kuro fell under Mahiru’s spell willingly and melted into the kiss.

“Kuro, more.” Mahiru begged in a small voice and fumbled with the buttons on Kuro’s jacket. “I want you.”

“Those are dangerous words.” Kuro pulled away from Mahiru and he looked down at him. Mahiru’s face was flushed and Kuro gently brushed his thumb over Mahiru’s kiss bruised lips. His hands drifted to Mahiru’s hips and pulled him closer. “I’m not going to be able to control myself when you’re wearing that dress.”

“Thinking simply, you don’t need to hold back. I’m yours.” Mahiru’s words broke the last sliver of control Kuro had.

reallyfatcutepug  asked:

Hello Cassandra :) My friend recommended me your books just about a month ago and believe me or not I've finished all of them already. I couldn't help myself, but keep reading. I've never believed I would love any fiction books as much as HP, but I do now. And I don't know what to do next 2 months... Now I'd like to ask about Julian, since he is my personal hero and I have no idea how can he handle everything in his life... Will we see some positive or happy moments for him in LoS too?

It’s interesting when I get questions like this, because there are very few characters I write whose lives are unendingly awful. While Julian is under a lot of stress and is experiencing heartbreak, he’s also a person with a lot of resilience. You don’t get to be where he’s at without being strong. Julian’s siblings aren’t just a heavy responsibility, they’re also a source of great joy for him. Julian’s relationship with Emma is in flux, but it’s also still important to him. Even now, there are moments of happiness shared between them. 

And don’t forget, Julian is a schemer. He actually really enjoys his scheming. Maybe a little too much. ; )

  • [Hazel wins a goldfish at a fair, and gives it to Frank as a gift.]
  • Frank: I couldn't keep a fish alive. I kill plants just by looking at them.
  • Hazel: I suspect I would have the same problem. It's too bad - I was going to name it Piper, because it has sparkly scales.
  • Hazel: I suppose I had better let her go free.
  • [She empties the bag into the ocean]
  • Annabeth: Does anyone want to tell her that goldfish are freshwater fish and can't survive in the ocean?
  • Leo: Not really.
  • Frank: Did she just kill Piper?

gothic-princess-witch  asked:

I have a prompt request. You once mentioned that after Hawke and Fenris get back together, Donnic and Sebastian confront Hawke and ask him about his intentions toward their friend. Would you be willing to write more about their conversation?

The game was just winding down as he walked in the door.

“So that’s seven for Donnic, two for the abomination,” Fenris said. There was a warm, relaxed amusement in Fenris’s voice as he counted up the night’s wins, and Hawke paused at the sitting room’s threshold to watch him. The elf’s smile was not such a rare thing these days, but it remained a sight to behold.

“I’ll pay you back,” Anders said, and he sounded a little defensive. Donnic shrugged.

“We can call it a wash,” he said. “After what you did for my shoulder sprain last week – “

“That’s not the way it works and you know it.”

“I’ll cover it,” Varric offered. He tossed the coin on the table as he rose. “Come on, Blondie. Walk me back to the Hanged Man.”

“I can cover my own debts,” Anders grumbled, but he rose as well, and pushed in his chair, and froze when he saw Hawke in the doorway. He had had trouble meeting Hawke’s eyes over the last few weeks. Hawke caught an expression of surprise, displeasure, and unhappiness before the blond looked away.

“I’m a little early,” Hawke said. “Don’t rush off on my account.”

“If I lose any more money, Aveline will skin me alive,” Donnic said. “Best to quit now.”

Hawke stepped aside so that Anders could pass through the door, and frowned at the other mage’s retreating back until Varric thumped him in the belly.

“I know that look,” Varric said. “Don’t let him get to you. He’s…moody.”

“It’s been weeks since – “

“I’ll handle it,” the dwarf insisted. The mansion’s front door slammed as Anders let himself out, and Varric shook his head. “He’ll get over it,” he promised. “Drinks at the Hanged Man tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Hawke said, though he continued to frown. “I’ll be there.”

“See you, then. And stop frowning.”

“We’re just getting cleaned up,” Donnic said. “You know if we don’t help he’ll leave it here for weeks.”

Fenris, counting his wins, didn’t look up. “I fail to see how it’s your business how long I leave it,” he murmured. He was still smiling – a small, pleased expression. Hawke liked seeing it.

Donnic said, “Hawke, help me with the dishes,” and Hawke shrugged, and pushed away from the door, and followed him into the kitchen.

Over the years, Fenris had allowed Hawke to do repairs to the mansion when necessary. He’d allowed Donnic to come in and tidy up when the guard badgered about it enough. But there was a definite difference in his livingspace since Danarius’s death that marked a turning point in his thoughts – the moment when the mansion had stopped being a mere shelter and became his home. The kitchen was tidy when they walked in, if still sparsely decorated. Merill had provided the curtains and the potted plants in the window. The chipped dishes were put away in the cabinets, the floor was swept, and the counters were free of clutter.

Hawke took up a (clean) dish rag and took his place at the sink. “I’ll dry,” he offered, and Donnic set the water running. Sebastian came in with the rest of the dishes from the snacks the guys had helped themselves to during the game, and he busied himself with them, putting away leftovers when there was enough, scraping what wasn’t into the garbage bin. Donnic washed the dishes. Hawke dried them and put them neatly in the little drying rack Aveline had bought for the elf.

“Fenris seems happy these days,” Donnic said idly, as he used his thumbnail to scrub at something caked-on.

Hawke grunted. It took him several moments before he realized he was supposed to answer.

“Happiness looks good on him,” he answered at last.

“And you two,” Donnic said. He handed him a dish, made sure to catch Hawke’s eye, and met his frown with a smile. “You’ve gotten very…close.”

“We’ve always been close.”

“Right, of course,” Donnic said, and began to scrub the next dish, and ignored the way Hawke was staring at him.

“The thing is,” Sebastian said, “Fenris is at an important moment of growth in his life. He’s been through the gauntlet of pain, and it is time for a new chapter to begin in his life. One of happiness, fulfillment.”

Hawke turned his stare on him. He said, slowly, “I think you should say whatever it is you’re trying to say.”

“Well, I know you two were physical once before. That that was years ago, and sometimes the body gets cravings…”

“What Sebastian is trying to say,” Donnic interjected, as the dish rag slowly began to tear in Hawke’s clenched hands, “Is that we both just want to be sure you aren’t promising Fenris anything you aren’t really willing to give.”

Maker’s balls!” Hawke said. He threw the rag down. “I’ve been in love with the man for six bloody years – what more do you want from me?”

Donnic lifted his hands. Sebastian said, “It’s just that we want to be sure you aren’t – however noble your intentions – trying to press an advantage you shouldn’t. Are you planning to commit – oh, now you’re standing very close, aren’t you?”

Hawke said, “Get to the point.”

“It’s not a bad thing, really – wanting to know how you feel,” Sebastian said.

“Fenris is our friend. We want be sure we understand what your intentions are,” Donnic clarified. Hawke began to growl – low, menacing.

Neither of them backed down.

After they left, sometime later, Fenris cornered Hawke in the sitting room – leaning over the chair in which the mage sat, with his hands on either arm rest, effectively pinning Hawke where he was.

“So,” Fenris murmured, that smile playing at his lips, his eyes meeting Hawke’s without difficulty, gaze warm and confident. “You plan to love me for the rest of my life, do you? Spend every waking moment fixed solely on the acquisition of my happiness?”

Hawke frowned at him. He said, “You shouldn’t listen in on other people’s private conversations.” Fenris lifted a brow.

“Do you intend to lecture me?” the elf asked. “Or would you rather join me upstairs? I have my own intentions, tonight.”

Just a Little Bit of Common Sense
  • Harry: Oh, hey, Ariana Grande. Please to meet you. Do you need a song? I have a song to sell. You see, it's about my secret lover that I cannot be out with at this time.
  • Ariana: Super duper. I'll take it.
  • Harry: Great. Remember, though. It's a secret lover song so I need to keep it secret.
  • ...
  • Fan: Hello, what's Just a Little Bit of Your Heart about?
  • Ariana: Harry Edward Styles told me it's about his secret lover. They can't be out. So he had to sell the song to me, because he couldn't sing about his secret lover, I guess, even though he's written and performed several of his own songs that allude to having a secret he can't share.
  • Fan: WOW!
  • Fan 2 climbs out of Haylor's Grave: It's about Taylor.


“Tale as old as time…”

My official redesign of the Beauty and the Beast 2017 ballgown. I tried to keep the general design of the new version while making it historically accurate. Think of her as a living golden rose.