i mean i would look well good



I would like to make the paint brand “Angelus” known. It is a special paint that is for leather, faux leather, rubber, and similar surfaces.

This is literally the best paint you can buy if you love a pair of shoes, but they aren’t in the right color for your character.

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In the photos above I took black rain boots and painted them with Angelus Turquoise. As you can see, they don’t look black any more! It’s so good!

I managed to paint two boots with a little one ounce bottle of the paint, and I still have a third of the bottle left over!

The paint dries very fast, so you can put layer on top of layer on top of layer without it streaking.

You can get the paint on Amazon and it comes in every color!

I just really wanted to make this known!! :D This stuff is amazing!

  • Andromeda: You know, it's so weird. I know so little about Aunt Walburga. I mean, what was her maiden name?
  • Druella: Black.
  • Andromeda: No, no. Her maiden name.
  • Druella: Black.
  • Andromeda: Wait. You're not saying--
  • Druella: She and Orion are second cousins.
  • Andromeda: Ew! What?!
  • Druella: Oh, don't act so scandalized. It's not at all uncommon for pureblood families to keep the bloodlines closed.
  • Andromeda: Keeping the bloodlines closed? Is that what we're calling it?
  • Druella: Well, what would you call it?
  • Andromeda: Oh, I don't know. How about "Good morning, everyone. I got a mighty cute sister and an extra set of toes."
  • Druella: No one has any extra toes.
  • Andromeda: I'm sorry, but I don't understand how everyone was so okay with this. I mean, what, did they just go, "What a cute couple. They look so much alike"?
On the “What would be humans’ weird thing” topic

What if it’s this insane need to over optimize? I mean, look at our competitions.  You can run fast enough for any practical purpose with, like, a few months’ training. And most species stop there, like sane people. 

But not humans. Humans are like, “Oh, well, you can cover a mile in 4 minutes and 3 seconds? Well I can do it in 4 minutes and two seconds!”  

Most species figure that, if you don’t drown when you’re thrown in a liquid, that’s what we call a “good swimmer”.  But humans are like “No, you have to swim in this specific way.  And then we’re gonna see who can do it fastest!”

How many millions of dollars have been spent on technology, nutrition, equipment, not to mention hours upon hours of practice, just to shave 1/10 of one second off of a race time?? 

Or they make up rules, and then compete to see who can adhere to them better. “Strap blades on your feet and move across a slippery surface – but do it in this way, in this amount of time: no more, no less!”

We have competitions wherein the top two competitors differ only in their ability to make a single muscle twitch 2% faster than their opponent, or to make this muscle twitch instead of that one.  There is no practical difference between an Olympic weightlifter and any random US Marine… but we keep holding the Olympics anyway. 

And I just think it’s possible the aliens are going to look at that and go… “You do what, now?”


happy valentine’s day everybody! you’re all wonderful and I’m truly grateful for having you in my life. ♥


For anon…enjoy!

Anakin: *staring as you head over*

Obi-Wan: *smirking* *whispers* This should be good.

Y/N: Hello boys.

Obi-Wan: Afternoon Miss Y/N.

Anakin: *nods* Uh-Uh…hello. You look gorgeous. *blushes* I-I mean well…well rested.

Y/N: *chuckles* As you do, Anakin. However, I must be on my way. *walks away*

Anakin: Thank you-I mean good morning-bye! Goodbye. *huffs*

Obi-Wan: *chuckles loudly* Is little Ani flustered? Bantha got your tongue?

Anakin: *glares* *blushes*

Obi-Wan: I must say, I’ve never seen a man so flustered around a woman. Would you rather she be your master? Not for Jedi training of course.

Anakin: *blushes deeper* *turns away*

Obi-Wan: Have you written a poem for her? *giggles* Or do you plan to send flowers?

Anakin: *hurries away*

Obi-Wan: *following him* *yelling* Wait! I’ve got so many questions!

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aporeticelenchus  asked:

Alternately, headcanon about Cosette in the convent?

I come here, a week later, looking at the work I have to do and… not doing it. 

  • Cosette, I think, is a bit frightened at first by all the girls in the convent. Not that any of them are particularly mean, or anything, but they’re good and cheerful and well-dressed, and Cosette is a bit too shy, or a bit too wild, perhaps, to go play with them - waiting for a trick, or a mocking laugh, or someone to tell her she doesn’t get to play with other well-dressed little girls. After all, eight year old Cosette would still remember Éponine and Azelma, and everybody judging her (or downright beating her) for trying to play like them. She does get comfortable, eventually! And faster than expected. But I still think she ends up feeling more comfortable with younger girls than her. 
  • As it is, Cosette IS the wild girl of the convent; she has a reputation. For starters, she spends most of her free time with the two old gardeners. Like, sure, she says they’re her family, but still! She’s the one who runs towards the sound of the bell instead of away from it when it can be heard! Also, once, there was a snake, and rumors says Miss Cosette Fauchevelent stayed and played with the snake. Another time, several pupils affirm she climbed in a tree to retrieve the ball younger girls were playing with. She’s also oddly strong; she can carry very heavy weight and help the sisters with the food that comes outside of the convent. 
  • Once, a girl decided she did not like Cosette; but when she tried to provoke her, Cosette visibly shrink, and paled, and went all quiet. Other girls from her dormitory, who sometimes woke during the night and heard Cosette having nightmares, all band together to defend Cosette. Cosette cries a little and thank all of them - she doesn’t know why she was so scared, she’ll say later, but she feels so happy she had friends to help. Later on, she sees the girl who provoked her, all alone because the other girls shut her down; she takes a deep breath, and then she goes to sit with her, and offer her an apple. They never become friends, but they do get along okay after that. 
  • Fauchelvent and her had a real uncle/niece relationship that develops over the course of the years. While Valjean is a very strong moral parent, that tries to teach her to be as good as possible (which, coincidentally, goes extremely well with the sisters’s education), Fauchelevent is the one who gently reprimands her when he finds her with the snake and then help her ‘finding it a good home we won’t tell your father will we now’, or winks at her and gives her a candy from times to times, etc. Cosette cries a lot when he dies. 
  • I think Cosette never think of becoming a nun. She might think she’ll stay in the convent for all her life - but not in a ‘i’ll be a nun’ way, more like ‘i’ll be with my dad and my uncle and my friends forever and ever here’. However, after Fauchelevent’s death, she is sort of glad, and maybe a bit excited, at the idea of going outside again, discovering the world. 
  • She still exchanges letter with the girls from the convent. AT LEAST some of them. They’re here for her wedding, as a surprise from her dad. They’re all charmed by Marius, who blushes a lot and smiles awkwardly and holds Cosette very close to him the whole time. 

Anonymous asked:

Stupid question incoming: I want my characters to have well-defined personalities and be as complex as any real person. Does that mean I have to pause and think “what would this character do/say?” every time, in order to make it realistic? Because I feel that, if I don’t do that, every character would end up sounding or acting the same, you know what I mean? Will look forward to your reply, thank you for all the effort you put into this awesome page! :)

That’s not a stupid question. In fact, it’s a very good question!

There are two types of characters: ones who spring into your mind fully formed, so that you have almost a sixth sense where they are concerned, and ones who require a bit more finesse. When you have the latter kind of character, you really need to get to know them a little bit before you start writing. Ultimately, you want to get a good enough feel for them that you can write them without having to constantly second guess whether or not something is out-of-character for them. Character development exercises are critical here. Have a look at the following links for some suggestions, as well as other tips that should help! :)

Character Authenticity
Recognizing a Flat Character
Fleshing Out a Flat Character
Choosing a Personality
Tricks for Visualizing Your Character
Alternatives to Character Worksheets
Finding Your Character’s Voice
Keeping Character Personalities Separate and Unique

Have a writing question? I’d love to hear from you! Please be sure to read my ask rules and master list first or your question will not be answered. :)

  • Yang: *One day Yang and Blake are enjoying a nice sunny day in the shine of a tree while having a picnic as the both look at small note pads in hand.* Hmm... What do you think about Velvet?
  • Blake: It would be nice but I highly doubt she would be up for it. You know how shy Plus then is Coco.
  • Yang: True. True.
  • Blake: How about Yatsuhashi? He's strong.
  • Yang: Nah. His height would make stuff harder to reach.
  • Blake: Hmm Good point. *Blake turn the page of her notepad.* Neptune? *Yang simply raises an eyebrow at her girlfriend.* ... Yeah I don't know why I had his name on this.
  • Yang: Well I can't judge. I mean I had Jaune. Oh! Fox?
  • Blake: I don't see why not.
  • Yang: Yes. *Checks the page before turning it.* How about Nora?
  • Blake: I don't think we can afford to pay the damages. Ren?
  • Yang: A bit boring don't you think? *Yang Asked before watch Blake consider for a moment before nodding in agreement.* Anyway, What about Saga?
  • Blake: As long as you two don't get in a flexing contest.
  • Yang: Hehe, You know you would love it. *Yang giggle only to turn into laughter as Blake smirks.*
  • Blake: How about Scarlet?
  • Yang: I honestly don't think he would know what to do. Miltia?
  • Blake: From Junior's?
  • Yang: Yeah.
  • Blake: Uh, Which one is she again?
  • Yang: Short hair, Red clothes, claws.
  • Blake: Oh yes then... Are you sure its a no to Ru-
  • Yang: *Yang interrupted Blake as she frowned.* Blake I love you but don't push it.
  • Blake: Oh like You did with Neo? *Blake Frown right back.*
  • Yang: I meant to say Neon! I swear.
  • Blake: Uh-huh... What about Penny?
  • Yang: Oh yes. Hell yes. Flynt?
  • Blake: He does have the lung power. What about Melanie?
  • Yang: She does have the leg power... Sun?
  • Blake: Yes, That's a given. Oh Here's one, Weiss?
  • Yang: No way. she is waaaaaaay to controlling. We wouldn't be able to enjoy ourselves when things get hot and sweat. Plus, she is kinda short.
  • Weiss: EXCUSE ME!? *Yang and Blake jumped and turn towards their pinked cheeked and very annoyed teammate.* I AM NOT CONTROLLING OR SHORT! AND WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WOULD EVEN WANT TO DO SUCH A PERVERTED THING WITH YOU TWO!
  • Blake: Perverted thing?
  • Yang: What are you talking about? Wait What do you think we are talking about?
  • Weiss: *Weiss blushes more as she crosses her arms and looks away* Well from what I heard as I was coming over here to ask if you seen my dust case, it sounded like you, with your lewd habits, where talking about people you two would... You know!
  • Yang: *Yang and Blake look at eachother confuse.* Know what?
  • Weiss: Y-You know... Stuff!
  • Blake: Define "Stuff"?
  • Yang: How exactly is is finding someone to join a three person some can play in the three on three Volley ball games in two weeks Perverted?
  • Weiss: *Weiss's flustered face instantly vanished and was replaced with that of a dumbfounded one.* ... Volley ball... Game?
  • Yang: Yeah. *Yang sent down her notepad and pulled out a flier before handing it to Weiss.* There is a volley ball contest in two week with a sweet cash prize.
  • Blake: Plus, a free Sushi for live bonus at my favorite restaurant if you get first place. *Blake added drooling at the thought of the fish meals.*
  • Weiss: Oh... But why did you not want Ruby then?
  • Yang: Two reasons. One Semblance isn't allowed. Two, Ruby SUCKS at Volley ball.
  • Weiss: Oh... Alright then... Sorry to jump to... Nevermind. I have to go find my Dust case. Bye. *An embarrassed Weiss said before quickly turning around and walking away.*
  • Yang: Do you think she was thinking we were taking about People to have a threesome with?
  • Blake: Most defiantly. Thank god she did pop in on us in the shower when we were talking about her Sister.
  • Yang: Yeah That would have been REALLY bad. OH! Why don't we ask Winter?
  • Blake: Yang I doubt Winter would help us.
  • Yang: Come on Kitten. Think of the money.
  • Blake: We don't if she could come here to help us.
  • Yang: Think of the Sushi Blakey. *Yang pounted leaning over to give her girlfriend and kiss as she wraps her arms around her.*
  • Blake: Hehe, Okay okay. We'll ask later if she has the time. *Blake smiled as Yang kissed her ticklish spots.*
  • Yang: Yes. I love you. *kiss* And maybe if we play our cards right.. *Yang Smirked wiggling her eyebrows*
  • Blake: Lets not push our luck Babe. Also, I love you too. *kiss*

A Stolen Dance

Rex: I never imaged you wearing a gown that elegant…

Ahsoka: Me either but Padmé insisted I go… -she pauses and looks at his suit- And look at you! You look good in a suit.

Rex: -he blushes- Thank you, sir. You, erm, look beautiful. I mean, uh…

Ahsoka: Well that’s something I’ve never heard you say before.

Rex: Sir?

Ahsoka: Beautiful. I’ve never heard you say beautiful. Especially towards a girl.

Rex: Uh… Well, it’s true sir… W– would you like to dance with me, sir?

Ahsoka: -she arched an eyebrow- Rex, we’re not working… You don’t have to call me “sir” every chance you get. Ahsoka is perfectly fine.

Rex: Of course. My apologies. Would you like to dance with me, Ahsoka? -he holds his bare hand out-

Ahsoka: Of course. -she takes his hand and they walk to the dance floor-

Rex: -Gently places his hand against her back and pulls her to his chest-

-They both start swaying and their eyes never wandered away from each other.-

Rex: Ahsoka, there is something that I’ve been wanting to do but never got the chance to do it.

Ahsoka: And what would that be?

Rex: -Places his hand under her chin and gently lifts her head to meet his then he ever so gently presses his lips against hers-

Ahsoka: -closes her eyes and savors the sweet taste and texture of his lips against hers-

-They pull apart and stare into each other’s eyes once more-

Ahsoka: -Rests her head against his chest and listens to his heart beating-

Rex: I love you, ‘Soka.

Ahsoka: I love you too, Rexter.


I was seriously listening to the Titanic soundtrack while I was typing this and it totally fit the moment ❤ So not sorry!

Imagine, the first few minutes of Episode 3, Series 4, we see Sherlock and John at a restaurant late at night. But something is off. Like something we may have seen before.

“You’re bloody brilliant tonight.”

“Thank you.”

“You know, except for the whole almost getting killed part.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you were there, then. But it would’ve been better if you shot him somewhere else, maybe I could’ve gotten more information…”

“You’re just upset because you don’t know if you chose the right pill or not! Unbelievable! You’re really going to need some looking after.”

“I suppose it would be good to have someone to keep me out of danger.”


“Well, since you’ll be moving in, you could… maybe, if you want…. assist me on more of my cases.”

“You mean… this doesn’t have to be a one-time thing?”

Sherlock smiles at the weight of John’s question.

“No. Definitely not. You never know, you might have to shoot another serial killer. London needs you, John!”

“Oh, is that right? ‘London’ needs me?”

Sherlock blushes, unable to answer. John takes another bite of his food before changing the subject.

“So, you claimed you could always predict the fortune cookies. Go on, give it a go.”

“Mine will say ‘You cannot win what you do not try’ and yours will say 'All good things to those who wait’.”

John opens his up, his eyes wide.

“That. Was. Extraordinary.”

“Really?? Did i get it right??”

“No, you git, of course you didn’t.”

Sherlock pretends to sulk as John reads his aloud.

“'There’s nothing new under the sun’. Hm. That’s a lame fortune. I don’t think it’s accurate, either.”

“Fortune cookies are not known for their actual powers of premonition, John. Thought you knew that, you being a man of medicine-”

John throws the crumpled fortune and it bounces right off Sherlock’s forehead. After a moment of stunned silence, both men start to giggle.

The theme music starts, the credits roll, and all viewers realize that since the first scene was shot in 2010 and kept secret until now, the whole episode was about to show more glimpses into their past relationship, showing scenes they don’t have to hide anymore.

you’ll never wait so long

pairing: iwaizumi/oikawa, and background daichi/suga and hanamaki/matsukawa
word count: 13,767
rating: mature
summary: Doctor Iwaizumi Hajime’s life has been going so well, it only makes sense that there’d be complications to follow. If only his husband would tell him what those complications are, he’d be able to fix things.

a sequel to “here comes your man.” 

Matsukawa hums thoughtfully. “You know, I’m probably not the best person to give advice about relationships, but I’m sure your man’s going to be just fine. Scary-looking as you are, Iwaizumi, I get the feeling that you’re a pretty good husband.”

Iwaizumi isn’t sure what that’s supposed to mean, but it sounds like a compliment. “Um. Thanks?”

Matsukawa’s lips stretch into a thin, but not insincere smile. “You’re welcome. Look, you trust this guy of yours, right?”

The answer comes easily. “I trust him with my life.”

“See? There you go—”

But Iwaizumi isn’t done, and he continues, talking over Matsukawa. “Just not with his own.”

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COUNTDOWN 1990: What’s The main objective for The Traveling Wilburys, just to have fun or…?

GEORGE :  Yeah. Just to write songs quickly. Don’t get hung up about it. Just to see what happened really and to have fun.

COUNTDOWN 1990:  When I first read the bio and the info on The Traveling Wilburys, I thought it was brilliant, you know, call everybody a Wilbury. Who came up with that?

GEORGE: Well I just thought, you know, it would be… I mean there was always these groups in the 70′s, they made these superstar groups, and we hated that. You know , the idea of these famous people all trying to make a record. Most of the records weren’t that good, Doesn’t mean it’s going to be good if you get these famous people together. I wanted to avoid that totally. If you look at the record it doesn’t have anybody’s name on it. Now, with the new record, everybody knows obviously who it is. But for the first  record it was a surprise and we didn’t put our names. We just made up silly names. Even the credit to the record company, like CBS, where you have to say, ‘Bob Dylan appears courtesy of CBS’, even that it says ‘Lucky Wilbury’. But they didn’t notice.  You know I put that on to see. I thought they were going to complain. But they didn’t.

COUNTDOWN 1990:  Was it really a plan to stay anonymous at first?

GEORGE:  Yeah. And just to prolong the ‘anonymity’ as long as possible. 

I’m singing in the rain…

Inktober Day #13: Wet

I know I’m one of like 5,000 people to draw Lance in the rain, but it really is nice to draw this homesick kiddo in his element :’’)

Things Beth Greene said...

Beth Greene has a pretty good track record of saying things that do indeed happen in the future.  Here are several things she told Daryl in “Still.”

Things said by Beth Greene that HAVE come to pass:

1.    I know you look at me and you see another dead girl! (True!–Everyone believes that Beth is dead.  I mean, she was shot in the head!)

2.    I thought Maggie and Glenn would have a baby. (We know now that Maggie is pregnant.)

3.    And he’d (Hershel) get to be a grandpa. And we’d have birthdays and holidays and summer picnics. (Well, we did see the summer picnic in a dream sequence.)

4.    I wish I could just… change.  (She did change, to survive at Grady.)

5.    I’ll be gone someday. (True, she has been gone for some time.)

6.    You’re gonna be the last man standing. You are. (Daryl refuses to kneel to Negan.)

7.    You’re gonna miss me so bad when I’m gone, Daryl Dixon. (He does, obviously.)

8.    Beth –You got to stay who you are, not who you were. Places like this, you have to put it away. (Daryl refused to say he was Negan.  He stated he was Daryl.)

Daryl–What if you can’t?

Beth– You have to. Or it kills you. (He stayed who he was, and is still alive.)

Things said by Beth that HAVE NOT come to pass (yet):

·         I’m not Michonne. I’m not Carol. I’m not Maggie. I’ve survived and you don’t get it!

That’s right…. NOBODY will’ “get” why she is still alive.  She is going to defy the odds and no one will be able to comprehend how she has survived. Beth is going (or has been on) on an incredible journey!  I think I will “dig it” when it all plays out! Will you?

anonymous asked:

Do you think Carol noticed Daryl's vest was gone? I think she must have.

She probably did considering Daryl wears that thing pretty much all the time. I’m also willing to bet she noticed that he hesitated quite a bit before answering her question as well. He’s not comfortable with lying and is not very good at it, considering he could barely look her in the eyes when he was saying.  Carol knows Daryl well enough to know something was off there.

I’m willing to bet that part of her knew he was lying but wanted to believe it really badly at the time as well. 

I mean I was thinking what if by some coincedence Carol sees Dwight with that vest. She would know he wouldn’t give that up willingly. That he had more than just passing contact with the Savours.  

We know that Carol would be devastated by the deaths caused by these people but we also know that knowing what they did to Daryl would kill her too. She’d want to burn the place down.  It makes me think of Katniss in The Hunger Games, who wanted to help take down the Capitol for all the death and carnage they caused but it was their capture and torture of Peeta that was the final straw. That what they did killed that goodness in him, something she loved and depended on. 

The loss of that vest is symbolic to me in a lot of ways because it was so symblic of who Daryl really was. Angel wings. A man you wouldn’t think was capable of mercy or forgiveness but was. One that gave her a rose and went looking for a child that he had no connection. The type of person who in spite of his tough exterior wore his heart out. He cared, even though he tried to hide. When they took that vest away they took away a lot of him at the same time. He’s colder and harder than he used to be, and it would kill her to know they did that to him.

She just had to have noticed it. Because it’s just another part of who he is.  But the thing is, Daryl is still that guy with her, he’s still something good she’s trying to hang on to. 

And i man i want that vest back on Daryl. It pisses me off that Dwight still has it. I’m with Norman on that one :)

[2015.02.12] Tsukiuta Short Story: Hajime and Shun’s Destiny and Hot Chocolates

☆Irregular Fortune Telling☆

Shun: Today’s lucky one is November-san, and January-san should be careful!

Shun: I felt luck was inviting me go downstairs so I went down and look… good evening to you Hajime. It’s unusual to see the King alone.
Hajime: Shun, huh. Isn’t it also rare for the Demon Lord to be alone?
Shun: I agree; so it means our encounter this night is… without a doubt a destiny!
Hajime: *Out of words*

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BTS Reaction To You Wanting To Be An Actress

Namjoon: “You should do it jagiya! If you want I can put in a good word for you,”he said excitingly. He would support you full on and help you along the way. If his schedule isn’t hectic he’ll even surprise you on set with a poster cheering you on. He’d talk a lot about how he admires you and all the effort and passion you put into your acting.

Taehyung: “I’ve been told I’m a good actor . I mean did you see the prologue? I can help you with acting if you want,”he said smiling. He’ll support you as well and even would rehearse lines with you before you audition giving you pointers along the way. He may also audition for a drama/movie you’re in so he can spend more time with you.

Hoseok: “You can come to me whenever it comes to comedy,”he said giving you a sly look. When you ask him to help you rehearse he’s be very dramatic making you laugh not really helping you. You’d scold him as you both try to be serious but end up laughing after 2 seconds. When he’d see you on TV he’d brag to the boys at how an amazing actress you are.

Jin: “You’d be an amazing actress!”he exclaimed happily. He’ll rehearse lines with you as well praising you all the time. Every time you land a role he’ll cook up your favorite dish and dessert as a way to celebrate. He’d also brag about you to anyone that he’s close with praising your acting skills.

Jungkook: “I bit you can’t cry without onions,”he said challenging you. You’d bit him of course and he’d give you his ‘death stare’. He’d ask about your roles and talk about them with the boys showing off his very talent actress of a girlfriend. He’ll throw small parties every time you land a role smiling at you proudly.

Yoongi: “If it’s something that you really want to do who am I to stop you? Plus you’d be one hot actress,”he said smirking at you. Occasionally you’d have to go away for filming and he’d ask you about your time there asking if you’ve slept and have eaten yet. He’d cheer you on and on interviews he’d purposely give the drama/movie you’re in some promo. 

Jimin: “Just as long as I can play the lead actor I’ll be ok with it,”he teased. He’d bring the boys along the way with you to audition cheering you on. He’d tell his whole family and friends to watch the drama that you’re staring in. On interviews he talks a lot about you and how much dedication you put into your work and how you inspire him to not give up when things seem tough for him. 

salhtyqueen  asked:

Big Bang- reaction to you being the daughter of Papa YG.

BIGBANG: When he learns that you’re Papa YG’s daughter.

I’m back~ And okay it’s literally been over a year and a half since I last gone a reaction for BIGBANG. Like. Holy. Crap. See? This is why I want to keep reactions open all the time now because that means I don’t have to delete reactions to groups experiencing these reaction hiatus’. Thank you very much and I hope you enjoy!

G-Dragon: Heheh, well at least it’s easy to tell who you got your looks from, your mother must be really beautiful!

Originally posted by cheonjaes

T.O.P: *Overhears you two talking and watches you two hug* Wait so you’re his–And he’s your–OH MY GOD!!!!! *YG turns around*–Oh um, hello sir!

Originally posted by mysteriouschocolate

Taeyang: What, seriously? That would explain why YG put a shirt policy on me for when I’m around you.

Originally posted by no-8

Daesung: Ahahah!~ That’s a good one, you almost got me there haha!… Why aren’t you laughing?… Wait… are you really… his daughter?

Originally posted by daesungstrash

Seungri: YOU’RE HIS WHAT??!?!?–Oh no, if he didn’t have a reason to kill me before, he definitely does now!!!

Originally posted by seungriseyno

Fit For A Queen

Drabble request from @aloharad 

Tyrion Lannister x Reader

6. “Come on, meet me halfway with this.”
22. “How do I look?”
27. “Did you just throw a grape at me?”

Warnings: A lil bit of Robb x reader, happy Stark feels

Words: 1302

“Tyrion, no.” you huffed out, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Y/N please, Joffrey needs you to be there” the small man pleaded, coming to sit at the chair next to your bed.

“Just because I’m married to the monster doesn’t mean that I want to be there for his coronation.” A sigh left your mouth as you flopped back on to your bed, pouting.

“That’s all well and good my dear but it would look very bad for him if his own wife was not there” Tyrion was begging you with his eyes and you flipped onto your stomach, grumbling into the mattress.

“What was that?” he asked, leaning closer to you. You turned your face to the side and grumbled once more.

“I said good. I did not ask for any of this Tyrion. I would’ve preferred the Roose Bolton’s bastard to Joffrey.” That much was true. At least Ramsay was attractive.

Come on, meet me halfway with this. If you go to the coronation, I’ll make sure you have time alone with your little Lord Stark at the feast” he smirked as your mouth hung agape. You stood from the bed and paced the room.

“H-how did you..?”

“It was obvious sweetheart, I know you’re in love with the boy. It’s a shame you two couldn’t be together, you would’ve made a beautiful family.”

“Right?!” you nearly screeched out, back to pouting once again at the thought that you’ll never get to be with your love.

“Okay fine, Tyrion. I’ll go with my wretched husband to his terribly idiotic coronation where he’s sure to make a total ass out of the entire family, which now includes myself as I sit back and look like the pretty, useless wife who is pretending like she wants to be there.”

“That’s my girl. Spoken like a true queen” he let out a hearty chuckle and left you to your devices so you could get ready for the ceremony that was later tonight.

You dressed in a long, lace gown. It was mostly red with complementing gold embroidery. It had a delicate sweetheart neckline and sheer lace sleeves. It had two corset-laced sides which were to be tied with shiny red ribbon. You had to admit, you looked like a queen with a braid on the crown of your head and curls framing your face. You were a Baratheon now and you had to look the part, the look was completed with a delicate crown of antlers with a ruby in the center that rested just in front of the braid on your head. You were looking at yourself in the mirror and smiling, Robb’s jaw was going to fall to the floor when he saw you. A faint knock at your door brought you from your daydream.

“Come in” you shouted over your shoulder as you tied the final knot on the corseted side of the dress. You turned around to see your friend and now brother by law, Tyrion.

“So, how do I look?

“By the gods, my queen. You look ravishing.” He dropped to one knee and you giggled.

“I’m no queen yet, Tyrion.”

“Yes but that will change in a few hours my dear Y/N” his eyes sparkled as he looked you over, smiling from ear to ear. It was just now hitting you that in a few short hours, when Joffrey was crowned King, you would be crowned Queen Y/N Baratheon, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms. Saying that you weren’t excited and happy would be a lie, but damn did you have to be married to quite possibly the worst King to ever sit on the Iron Throne. He was going to be worse than Aerys, The Mad King, you could almost be one hundred percent sure of that.

–One dreadful coronation ceremony later–

Thankfully, everything went smoothly and as planned and everyone was practically bowing at your feet now. Calling you things like ‘your grace’ and ‘my queen’, it was quite empowering. However, at the feast you couldn’t help but think back on Tyrion’s promise to get you time with Robb Stark and just when you began to get antsy, Tyrion pulled you aside and announced, loud enough for Joffrey to hear, that the Starks wanted to personally congratulate and honor their queen. Your husband nodded to you, silently saying that it was okay for you to go. With that, you headed off to the table where the Starks were all sat, eating and drinking and laughing away the night.

You stopped short of the table to take in the sight. Now that, that was a family. All happy and together and strong. It was nothing like the broken, sorry excuse for a family that you came from and definitely was nothing like the brooding, slightly insane family that you had been married into. Ned had his arm slung around Catelyn’s shoulders and a cup of wine in his other hand and his head was thrown back in a hearty laugh, while Catelyn blushed and put her face into his neck. Robb was laughing and smacked Jon lightly on the shoulder while Bran and Aria played with their silverware and Sansa made silly faces at Rickon just so she could hear his little giggle.

You stepped forward slightly and said hello, and immediately they all straightened up, with the patriarch lightly kissing your knuckles and bowing his head.

“Your grace” he smiled up at you.

“My queen you look incredibly beautiful tonight” Catelyn smiled and took your hand. To her shock, you pulled her in for a hug and whispered into her ear.

“Thank you Lady Stark, but there’s no need to be so formal. I miss you all so much” A sad smile stretched across your face as she placed her hand on your shoulder and squeezed.

“You will make an excellent queen, Y/N. You’re so strong, so well liked. People will have no questions about following you.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her kind words and then your eyes wandered over to Robb, who’s jaw was just about hitting the floor and his eyes were bugged wide. Jon looked from you to his brother and couldn’t help but laugh as he lightly put his hands under Robb’s jaw and pushed upward, successfully closing his mouth. A blush stained the elder boy’s face as he realized that he was staring.

“Hi Robb” you blushed, looking at the floor.

“My queen” he said, quickly standing and taking your hands in his. Gods he had beautiful eyes.

“No need for the queen talk, Robb. I’m still just Y/N.”

“You were never just Y/N…” he sighs out, leaning in close to your face. As you looked into his forest green eyes, getting lost in the orbs that seemed to capture souls, and just as you were leaning too close to his lips…something bounced off the side of your cheek. Your head snapped to see Aria and Bran giggling so hard they were nearly falling off of the bench onto the floor.

You bent down to pick up the item that hit you, a little round, red grape.

Did you just throw a grape at me?” you couldn’t help but laugh as the rest of the family had their eyes wide with shock and a twinge of fear because their children just threw a grape at the new queen. The Kingsguard was not going to like this one. Except you weren’t like any other queen the Seven Kingdoms has seen and you immediately hurled the grape back at the little girl, bouncing it off her forehead.

All of you burst into a fit of laughter and you spent the rest of the night joking and laughing with the people you couldn’t help but wish they were your family.