My experience with the signs in my life
  • Aries female: so stubborn is incredible. A hot head. She knows what she wants and she'll get it. Yells a lot. Cares a lot about her family. Very concerned about her diet. She looks like a cinnamon roll but is a beast inside.
  • Aries male : very intelligent, probably the most intelligent. Can either have a very scientific mind or a very literary mind. Loves to read. LOVES to make puns. Horrible ones. Has the biggest laugh.
  • Taurus female: MY BIGGEST LOVE. Literally the cutest thing. She is so smart and caring and it's true: she loves to eat. Cares so much about everyone, not only her close friends. She almost never get angry but when she does. Ouch.
  • Taurus male: a cutie. Always ready to cheer you up. DOES NOT. BELIEVE. IN. ASTROLOGY. Likes scientific shit. Loves old movies. Always laughs at your jokes. The best friend you can find. Loves Shrek.
  • Gemini female: so strong and independent. Her hair is always on point, so is her outfit. Either very tall or very short. They talk a lot and they love listening to you. Geminis are actually very lovable people. Best companion for a boring class or for lunch break.
  • Gemini male: very bold and confident about himself. Does his own thing. It's not that he is a dick, it's just that he has his own problems to take care of. Except Trump, Trumps is really a dick. Im sorry Geminis that he is in your sign. The cool guy of the class who has a different girl every week. A lil fuckboy but fun to have a chat with. Loves videogames and perfect pal to get drunk with.
  • Cancer female: not a crybaby. Actually HATES to cry in public. More often than you think, very extroverted. Very passionate about what she loves. High ambitions, starts many things and then get bored. So many puns oh god.
  • Cancer male: oh boy. "Nightmare dressed as a daydream". Makes you feel so special. Boyfriend material. Usually dark hair and dark eyes. Not very tall. Adorable. Special laugh. Will do great things in life. Very creative but kinda introvert(?) WILL RATHER DIE THAN CRY IN PUBLIC.
  • Leo female: very close about her private things but she will open up if you demonstrate her she can trust you. Loves everyone. Not that confident about herself. Very confident about the world, tho. Wants to move someplace else and experience. People respect her.
  • Leo male: Stonehead™. Literally smokes all the time to forget about the pain he feels. Hides emotions and then explodes, usually with rage. Either very close to you that he calls you every day, or he'll completely ignore you. Smart even tho it doesn't look like. The lonely wolf.
  • Virgo female: so stubborn and independent. She knows what she wants and she'll get it. Can get very clingy to the people she loves but sometimes neglect other people she loves even tho she doesn't notice. Get mad easily for the little things. The queen. Just listen to her, she knows the shit.
  • Virgo male: cute but doesn't have his own personality. Sometimes gets involved in ugly companies and does things he doesn't want to. Very sensitive but tries to hide it. Actually cares about you even tho he wants to appear a tough boy. Pretends he doesn't care about school, ends up with all A. Probably very good at soccer.
  • Libra female: becomes part of your family if she isn't already. Amazing lipsticks. Always has great stories to tell. Lives in the clouds. Forgets about things easily but won't forget the important things. Has so many passions but get easily distracted when she is studying for an exam. Perfect person to binge watch Sherlock with.
  • Libra male: my everything. Pretends he's a gryffindor but deep down is a slytherin. Stunning. Gets high grade without doing shit. The teacher favorite. The one you can do stupid shit with. Will do anything for you. Listens to you 24/7. Loves tv shows. Very smart. Will probably end up doing something very important. Perfect dad.
  • Scorpio female: actually very sweet and caring, as much as cancer. Never shows off her emotions but you'll know when she cares about you. She's like a mama bear. She'll call you if she feels you are not happy. She'll call you constantly. Extroverted and kind. Best presents ever. Looks naive but very cautious.
  • Scorpio male: ok so my ex fwb was a scorpio and i gotta say they get emotionally attached. Pretend they don't care AT ALL and then calls u at 2 in the morning telling u they love you. Just be careful cause they don't know what they want. Obsessed with electronic things and sex.
  • Sagittarius female: literally on fire. SHE. TALKS. SO. MUCH. I have so many different feelings about her. Either i love completely or I can't stand her. She pretends she knows everything. She's so slow at doing everything, except talking. Laughs a lot. Very sensitive deep down. So loud.
  • Sagittarius male: Pretty introverted. The fire is hidden. He's a freaking badass. If he cares about you, he will show you. Most likely to call you at midnight for your birthday. Very sweet. Goes big or goes home, especially in love. Both a cinnamon and a sinnamon roll. Like if he ain't in the same political party as you, just don't mention politics. That's when the fire shows.
  • Capricorn female: so. she actually cares about you. but she has so much shit going on so she might forget to come at a place you invited her, she won't even apologize but when something happens to you, be sure she'll call. She's absolutely cute and she has been hurt so many times so it's hard for her to trust people completely.
  • Capricorn male: THE FUCKING FANBOY. He loves to travel and to try new things. He is so shy but with his friends he's crazy. Laughs at his own jokes. Extremely sensitive and when he loves, he loves hard. So intelligent and interesting. Absolutely adorable.
  • Aquarius female: the sweetest. she gets clingy to everyone but because she wants to have friends and do things and has a lot of problems but holds everything in and puts her friends first and she's hurt. The most precious human. She needs, she deserves to be loved the most. Learns very quickly and she's very honest.
  • Aquarius male: the devil™. Actually he is funny, like so many jokes, but sometimes it's just too much. He hates when people offend him. Gets on the defensive. Kinda selfish and cares a lot about like 3 people (?). Like he will kill for them. So much drama, boy. Probably failed history and algebra 2 twice.
  • Pisces female: such a badass and a cutiepie at the same time i don't even know how this is possible. she has such a strong personality and loves her friends. Determined and will fight with her teeth for what she loves. You need to have a pisces in your life. She always says she will kill a person but then she just like run away.
  • Pisces male: like just like the pisces female. Cares so much about his family and shows his emotions easily, whether is anger or sadness or happiness. Determined but also insecure about himself, but will do great things.
My experience with the signs in my life

Aries female: so stubborn is incredible. A hot head. She knows what she wants and she’ll get it. Yells a lot. Cares a lot about her family. Very concerned about her diet. She looks like a cinnamon roll but is a beast inside.

Aries male : very intelligent, probably the most intelligent. Can either have a very scientific mind or a very literary mind. Loves to read. LOVES to make puns. Horrible ones. Has the biggest laugh.

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how is it that everyone’s best friend is an asshole?? statistically speaking, there should be some best friends out there who are not huge jerks
Picking of Pumpkins

So this is part of a book I’m writing on Quotev.  idk how to do descriptions man I’m new at this

Your superhero name in the fic is gonna be Wraith. Okay? Okay.

“GET UP YOU LAZY LUMPS”, you banged two pots together in hopes of waking the Avengers up. They -except for Natasha, who was sitting at the table- had already slept through all of their alarms, and you had tried countless other things like poking them, opening their curtains, and ripping off their blankets.(Bad idea for Tony- he had chosen that night to sleep naked, an image you’ll never get out of your head.)

     One by one avengers started trickling into the kitchen. Clint, who was the last one in, yawned “Why must you wake us up in such an ungodly way at such an ungodly hour, it’s u-” “Clint if you say ungodly one more time I will fucking murder you.” Tony said, sitting down at the table. “Language,” Steve chided tiredly. “I made pancakes,” you pointed to a stack of pancakes ready to be eaten. “And Clint, it’s ten, that’s hardly an ungodly hour.” Natasha put in. Bucky reached for the syrup and Sam snatched it away before he could grab it. They then proceeded to get into a fight. You sighed and face palmed. 

     "Why did you wake us up though? You normally just let us sleep.“ Bruce asked. "Becauseee we’re going pumpkin picking” you did jazz hands, and no one seemed impressed. Tony stared “Y/N, you woke us up to go pumpkin picking?” You huffed “You guys are so boring when it comes to holidays and I love Halloween so we’re going pumpkin picking. Now get off your asses and get dressed.” Their eyes widened and they all rushed out to get dressed. 

     Half an hour later the Avengers had crammed into your car and you were off to the pumpkin patch. It had been fifteen minutes when Loki spoke up. “Y/N, why are we going to go buy pumpkins?” You blinked, “to carve them, why else?” “But why would we need to carve them?” Thor asked as you switched lanes. You glanced in the rear view mirror. “Anyone else wanna answer that?” They all shook their heads. You sighed, “fine, there are many different traditions and reasons why people carve pumpkins, they range from trying to scare evil spirits away to carving ancestors faces into the pumpkins to honor them.” Thor and Loki nodded in understanding. You noticed the pumpkin patch up ahead and found a parking spot. “All right guys, we’re here. Now get outta my car.”

     You all trudged to the entrance before stopping. “All right I think we should split up into teams of two, Thor and Bruce, you two are together, Tony and Rhodey, Bucky and Steve, Sam and Scott, Clint and Pietro, T'challa and Wanda, Nat and I, Loki and Vision.” The avengers all nodded and mumbled their agreement and then you were off. You hummed to yourself and walked with Natasha while Loki and Vision walked ahead (or in Vision’s case, floated). You felt a sharp poke in your arm and flinched. You glared at Natasha, “why’d you do that?” She smiled maniacally, “because I have just seen the best pumpkin in the patch and Tony’s about to beat you to it.” Your head snapped up and you spotted said pumpkin and Tony walking towards it.

     Your eyes narrowed and you sprinted towards the pumpkin. You passed Tony, made sure no little kid wanted it, checked the pumpkin over, and scooped it into your arms. Tony groaned, “aww I wanted that pumpkin,” you smirked at him, “too slow, princess.” Then you ran over to Natasha. She smiled, “Now that you have a nice pumpkin, you need to help me find one.” You groaned, “really Nat?” Her smile grew so it stretched across her face in quite a creepy way. “Alright, alright, just stop smiling, you’re scaring me.” She snickered and you two went off to find her a perfect pumpkin.

     "Come on Pietro just pick a pumpkin, everyone else picked one.“ Steve was getting rather tired. You guys had been there for five hours and Pietro still hadn’t picked a pumpkin because he was a diva and wanted a perfect pumpkin. You sighed, "I’m gonna go buy the pumpkins we already have.” Tony smiled, “great idea, I’ll come with you.” You smiled back at him before grabbing the handle of the wagon and pulling it to the cashier. The cashier saw you both and his jaw dropped. “You’re Wraith!” He looked at Tony, “and you’re Iron Man! Oh my gosh, I’m such a big fan of you both! Can I have an autograph?” You gave him a quick grin and signed the piece of paper that he handed to you for you to autograph. “We need to buy these,” Tony said, pulling up the wagon. “Oh, yeah.” You (using Tony’s credit card) paid for your pumpkins and loaded them into your car. 

     You came back to the pumpkin patch to find that Pietro still hadn’t picked a pumpkin. Noticing Bruce was going a little green you decided to quickly calm the situation down. “Pietro, if you pick a pumpkin now, I’ll let you carve yours first.” His eyes lit up at the prospect of being the first to carve his pumpkin so he agreed. You paid for his pumpkin and you all got into the car. Wanda who was sitting next to you smiled and whispered, “quick thinking, is he really going to be the first to carve his pumpkin?” You grinned back at her, “Nah, I bought enough pumpkin tools so everyone goes at the same time.” She high fived you and you turned your focus onto driving. 

     When you got back to the compound everyone was itching to carve their pumpkin, your excitement had rubbed off on them. You spread out newspapers and carving tools and let the Avengers wreak havoc. Most of the pumpkins were actually very good, the best was Loki, surprising, seeing as he had never done this before. You looked at each pumpkin and rolled your eyes. Loki had carved a cat silhouetted by the moon, Clint had carved a bow an arrow, Natasha had carved a black widow hourglass, Wanda opted for the traditional pumpkin face, Tony had carved his face into it while Thor carved his hammer. Steve carved his shield and Pietro carved the Nike symbol. Bruce carved a normal face along with Wanda. Bucky carved a star and Sam carved some wings. Rhodey carved his suit’s helmet while T'challa carved a panther. You carved a Jack Skellington face while Scott carved an ant. Vision freaked out over what to carve and ended up carving a pumpkin on the pumpkin. After everyone had finished and pumpkin guts were strewn everywhere. You stepped back to look at the mess that was made and sighed. This was gonna take a very long time to clean up.

Word count: 1178

literally that one post imo is actually very good but the best way for a young artist to improve is see that theyre generic and shouldnt do what everyone else is doing. its not even making fun of their art styles. like esp if any of these kids are taking their art seriously they cant really afford to be hurt by simple shit like that bc they should already be pushing for constant improvement and stuff idk 

anonymous asked:

If this is not a bother to you, do you have any headcanons for tokoyami-kun? I mean its would messed up his goth like personality right? ^^;

Originally posted by lemonvodkaandgummybears

TO KO YA MI my precious birb boy omg thank you for thissss. I never knew I needed to write these this much, and what’s a better time than during lunch time at work huhh fufufu~ 

♣ Tokoyami-kun doesn’t look like it but he’s pretty ticklish and especially quite sensitive on his sides.

♣ I can only imagine someone loud and outgoing like Kirishima, or maybe or bubbly fluffball Uraraka to randomly poke his side and Tokoyami spazzes and lets out this low cackle sound. yet, his facial expression doesn’t change. 

♣ So the first time it happens everyone’s probably like .. what was that. Because in the beginning it’s hard to distinguish his laughter and it takes a while to just understand that this birb’s ticklish and he makes weird noises because he desperately tries to hold back his low cackly giggles. Poor birb.

♣ When he’s tickled severely I can just imagine that Dark Shadow frantically moves from side to side as a reflex but it’s actually very useless X”D 

♣ Best thing is for someone to hold down Dark Shadow while others wreck Tokoyami with well-deserved tickles because this guy just deserves to smile and laugh more in his life.

♣ Even when Tokoyami is laughing he doesn’t look like he’s laughing, either his facial expression just doesn’t change or when he’s tickled rly bad he actually looks liks he’s in pain. and that while he lets out the weirdest cutest giggles and squirms and thrashes and people are just like.. is he okayyy

♣ But when a tickle-tired Tokoyami gets up and nods at them while he catches his breath, birby will admit he is not angry they did it. #heactuallylikesitbuthewillneveradmitit. “it’s okay. I’m not angry.” comes closest to Tokoyami saying he fucking enjoyed it actually and omfg plz do that again because laughing actually doesn’t feel so bad.

♣ Apart from his sides and stomach and basically his entire torso with some extreme ribs-sensitivity, Tokoyami also has a killer spot on the back of his neck right under his spikey … hair ? feathers? rofl. Just tickle him there with light brushes, scratches and scribbles and he might actually sing like a bird. No, just kidding, but he’ll make weird noises again. a bit more high pitched in this  case.

♣ Class peeps gang tickling this guy is the best thing anyone will ever witness, you just have to see this cutie getting tickled and observe his extraordinary reactions hehehe.

♣ Top 3 lers who love to tickle him are Kirishima *class tickle clown*, Shouji *intriiigued for life* and Tsuyu because she just fucking loves it.

♣ Those who think Tokoyami’s a cutie birb when he’s tickled: All three top lers ^, also Deku, Uraraka, All Might, Momo, Sero

♣ Those who think Tokoyami’s fucking scary when he’s tickled: Bakugou, Denki, Todoroki.

♣ No comment: everyone else. Aizawa-sensei in particular. 

“You’ll be dead! And then the power will go to one of those miserable adepts—”

“No, it won’t,” Rhea said. She’d wisely sent the older children down first, and was now shepherding the smaller. But she paused for a second, to look back at me.

“And how do you know that?” Evelyn demanded. “They’re next in line!”

“Because the power chooses the Pythia,” Rhea said, fierce pride on her face as she looked at me. “It was what you needed to understand today, what I needed to remember these last weeks. It doesn’t just go to the next in line, whoever people think is best. It goes to the actual best, the very best choice out there.” She dropped another of those perfect curtsies. “Lady.”

I stared at her, and for the first time, and I guessed the last time, I was proud, I was damned proud, that it had come to me. (Karen Chance, Tempt the Stars)

Rhea + Aesthetic


Imagine Altair Giving You a “Present”

This ficlet is a birthday present for Talia AKA Mama Bear of fablesfromthecreed (April 25), without whom this blog wouldn’t have been created. Thank you for everything you’ve done for the AC fan community!
Suggested listening (No, it’s not hipster music this time.): Beats Antique – “Battle”

Y/N woke up this morning to find a note where Altair should have been. She took a glance at the note, and saw that it was encrypted in a code only a few Assassins understood. Of course, she was one of them, and this note was intended for her. It took her a few minutes to decrypt it.

“I have a present for you. It is at the top of the highest tower in Masyaf,” the note read.

It didn’t take her long to get to the tower. She looked for a door that might lead to a stairway to the top. It was locked. She looked around, and saw that there was a sturdy rope hanging from the top window. She cursed a little, but agreed to climb the rope that was most likely put there by Altair. Actually, trained by the very best, she could have climbed the tower even without the rope, but then she’d still prefer to stay on the ground. Whatever Altair prepared for her, it better be good, she thought.

Finally, she’s inside the highest room of the tower. The first thing that greeted her was the heavy aroma of her favourite hash incense. Though she wouldn’t admit it to Altair, it made her forget how tired she was from climbing. (Also, this explained why her incense was nowhere to be found yesterday.) She looked around, and found that the floor was strewn with cozy-looking carpets and pillows, and among them was Altair himself.

“You could have met me on the ground,” she said, feigning annoyance.

“Yes. But the view wouldn’t be as breathtaking,” Altair nodded toward the window.

He was right. She looked outside the window and saw the whole of Masyaf below. It was the wind, however, that truly made it special. She closed her eyes and listened to its free motion that couldn’t be heard down below.

After some minutes, she turned back to him and said, “So, you told me you had a present for me.”

“Yes, and here he is,” he said with a playful smile that was reserved for only those he adored.


So dunno if you’ve seen these yet @rumongray but I kid you not- I listened to your podcast and then saw one of these on Facebook? So then I needed to look this up. Obviously.

Sweet and Sour


Pairing: Luke/ Y/n

Author note: So I’ve decided to challenge myself. I’ve done this once before where I get my English class vocabulary words and make a short story with them, but because my sophomore teacher really sucked, she only did one week of vocab words and gave up. However, I am now a junior and in a more advanced class. So far, I have 12 weeks of vocab words and more later in the year. As a New Years resolution, I would like to come up with a long story and each week (consist of 10 vocab words) will be a chapter. The first day I got the words, I thought of a story, and I’m really excited to do this. I really hope you enjoy this because this is the biggest thing I’m doing. Also, the story is based on 2014 Luke, so he’s 17 going to be 18. I WILL LIKE TO CONFIRM THIS NOW, IM NOT THE SMARTEST WHEN IT COMES TO ROYALTY ANS STUFF BUT IM DOING THIS BASED ON MY IMAGINATION SO IM MAKING MY OWN RULES! If I get any comments about how it’s suppose to be, I will link you to this.

S&S Masterlist // Masterlist

“Momma! Can I go play with my friends?” The young boy pointed to a group of other young boys with raggedy clothes. “Go ahead, be careful,” the mother yelled out as she hanged the wet laundry on the line.

He watched the boy run to his friends with the biggest smile on his face. He watched as they all ran together to who-knows-where. Even if they were low on money, had horrible clothes, and a bad home, young Luke was jealous at the sight of the boy having more freedom than him.

The view from his window showed the whole village, like the bakery that was owned a lovely old couple. He remembers one time a servant was talking about how they had such amazing desserts, and that they were to die for. Luke asked the servant one time if she could bring him one, but was led to an automatic no from his mother.

To his left, he can see the nuns walking to the church from the abbey ,sticking in the same order as the do everyday. His most favorite view of all was the next door kingdom’s castle, home to the the king and queen of Estella and the young princess that was about a few years younger than him , Princess Y/n.

Young Luke got most of his outside information from the servants as he liked to hide and listen to their conversations, but he heard from one that Princess Y/n was absolutely beautiful and is already having many princes asking her hand in marriage.

“Marriage?” Luke began to think of the thing. “To… a girl… IM NEVER GETTING MARRIED!”

~10 years later~

“It’s time to get up, Prince”.

I groan loudly at the sound of my servant as she opens up the blinds wide open, letting the sun shines directly at my face. “Please Angelica,” I cried out.

She laughs at me and grabs my stuff from my dresser, “oh I’m sorry, your majesty, but if -”

“I want to be a good king, I have to wake up early and attend classes. I know! But can’t I just get a few more minutes…” I turn my body away from her, closing my eyes tighter, and pulling the covers closer to me.

“Nope” , she pops the p in the word and rips the covers off my body. “Now get dress, or else I will do it.” I can sense her abrasive tone that I’ve never liked.

Angelica is a young maid, about mid twenties, who’s been working here since I was 8. She’s a nice lady and I can see why mom hired her. She was 18 when she began working here. I remember when she was assigned to be my personal servant, and how she came in very nervous on her first day. Now that I’m 17, she’s gotten used to my laziness and attitude, but what I like most, she doesn’t treat me like a prince.

I forced myself off the bed and to my nicely folded clothes. I buttoned the white collared long sleeve and slipped into the black trousers. I dragged myself out of my room and down the long hall to my first class.

“Good morning, your majesty, are you ready for today’s lesson?”

I shut the door and once again, dragged myself from the room and onto the next. 3 hours of sitting down the correct way, picking up a cup, taking a sip from the cup, and gently placing the cup down.

Next was my 2nd most hated class: fencing. It wasn’t because I was out of shape, I was actually very good at it, best in my kingdom in fact. The reason why I hated it so much was because I understood nothing what the instructor spoke. Like sometimes he would yell out duck, and I wouldn’t understand and I would barely avoid getting hit in the head. After 2 hours of that I was finally able to go to my favorite class, music.

I walked in, to my surprise it was empty. I walked to the corner where I left my guitar then taking a seat in the middle of the class. The acoustics in the large music room sounded amazing as I strummed my guitar to the beat that I wanted. I love to close my eyes and just relax, letting my fingers go to the different strings. This is how I would like my life to be, calming, peaceful and -“

“Your majesty, the queen is calling for you.”

After setting my guitar down on my chair, I head to the throne room.

“Good morning, Luke.”

“Good morning mom,” I smiled widely at my mom as she gave me a big squeeze.

My mom wasn’t like the typical queen that was stern every second of her life, she was caring, but very cautious of what I do. She dressed in a simple dress and had her crown on her head.

“Soon you will be 18 and,” my mother began, which I knew where this was leading to. “It’s time for you to find yourself the next queen, which is why we’re going to the neighboring kingdom tomorrow.”

“Mom,” I whined as she squeezed onto me tighter. “My youngest baby is growing up, and now she’s going to get himself a wife. .”

She let go of me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I rubbed my cheek and blushed as the servants snickered. “Wait, then why are we going to the Estella? Doesn’t that princess have proposals?”

My mom grabbed my arms and led me down the halls, “yes she does, but the king and queen decided to gather all the princes that are interested.”

“But mom,” I stopped, “Princess Y/n choosing me is absolutely absurd, she wouldn’t choose scrawny me. And besides,” I lowered my head and mumbled, “I’m pretty sure Prince Daniel will be there.”

Prince Daniel is the ideal Prince that all the girls look for. We are the same age, but he wasn’t a boy, nope, he was considered a man. It was like he skipped puberty and went straight to being the handsome man that everyone wants. He was the complete opposite of me, broad, green eyes, perfect brown hair, clear skin, and a terrible attitude.

“Lukey,” she gently raised my head with her hand and brought me out of my thoughts, “ Princess Y/n would be stupid to choose that abhorrent thing.” She continued to walk until we sat on the nearby bench, which I kept my head down and twirled my fingers, “you are such a talented boy with such great manners. You don’t know how many proposals you’ve gotten.”

“What.” I quickly turned my head and watched her shrug,“ I hid them from you because they were snobs,” her voice suddenly changed and filled with acrimony. I chuckled and thanked my mom for for being so good. “Just smile, Lukey. Don’t forget, once you find a girl, me and dad will abdicate our throne to you and her. So choose someone good.” I watched my mom get up and walk away, but suddenly stop. “Also, Jack told a few accusations about you to his servants.”

My head sprung him and eyes widen, “what did he say?”

“Well, he said that you are a nice prince, but said that you’re a brat and picky.”


“He also sent a letter this morning, he seeks absolution, he didn’t think his servants would tell the servants to Estella.”

I rested my head in my hands and sighed. Well there goes my chance.

A couple of months ago, Jack got married to a princess and became king of the kingdom. And Jack, being my older brother, loved to mess around with me, even if he was more than 100 miles away.

I headed back to the music room and held the guitar back into my arms. The movement in my fingers went by themselves, and suddenly I was playing a whole new tune and my mind was clear from all the problems that I always try to abstain from.

~In Estella~

“Y/n, tomorrow is going to be a very important day, so please, be prepared.” Sitting at the throne looked a very tired man with a crown sitting on top of his head. Next to him was the queen in a throne not so big as his.

The young girl looked at her father with a smirk, “Isn’t everyday an important day?”

The king sighed, absolutely done with his daughter’s attitude, “yes, but this is going to be your future.”

The girl frowned, knowing exactly what tomorrow will be like. “But, I don’t want to be married. Dad, they’re all the same, bratty little jerks.”

She tried to leave but the king stood up. “There will be dozens of Princes tomorrow and that will be final. You will choose a prince. If you don’t, I will.” The king ordered the Princess back to her room. She obliged and got up and walked down the dark hall and into her room.

She shut the door and turned the lights off, but her smirk was visible. She grabbed her velvet red cloak and climbed out of her window for her daily night adventure.

A/n Well there’s part one to this many chapter story. Sorry this absolutely sucked, but I hope you guys stick around. :))


((RP prompt for @ask-the-great-papyrus because THEY BACK AND I’M STOKED. Yeah i know I said I wasn’t doing anymore threads BUT THE EXCEPTION IS HERE.

Only slightly based off a prompt in my inbox

Prompt: Sans is sick and has been for a while. He’s kept it hidden pretty well, at leadt in his mind, but now things are really starting to degrade. A dull headache has set in, focusee behind his magic eye… Worst of all, it seems to be affecting his powers. How long will it take for him to crack and tell someone?))

He couldn’t breathe for a few seconds, the pain was so bad.

Standing at his post at the guard station, Sans wasn’t feeling his very best. Actually, he’d never felt quite this ill before and by god he didn’t ever want to again once this passed. It was getting to the point where the thought food downright nauseated him and he was sleeping more than usual.

There he was standing just moments ago, when he felt his body wracked with an… Awful amount of power. It felt as though it were going to explode right out of his eye, his face, every pore of his being. As the waves of energy washed over him, he doubled over and rested his face on the surface of the sentry station, taking deep, ragged breaths.

The pain subsided at long last, and left him blue-faced and out of breath. He’d been hiding his sickness… What two, three weeks maybe? Time really dis blend down in the underground. And yet, a part of him actually wanted someone to know… Maybe then he wouldn’t have to try and hide it ao much.

He couldn’t be sick; not with his brother to look after.

My Boys Drabbles - Moving In

Hey everyone. Busy day today. Here goes another drabble. @jia911​, thank you for your help, as always you did an amazing job.

This story is from the series My Boys Drabbles but it can also be read as a independent one shot.

  • The Prompt:

@shepherdess-amelia​ asked for a story where Maggie would move in with Owen and Amelia

An anon at @omeliafics​ asked for “the attending’s going out for dinner and bowling and owen and amelia being cute & fluff”. This is not bowling but it’s similar.

  • Timeline:

This one sets 3 months after the Omelia wedding. They don’t have any kids yet.

 Moving In

“Amelia, you’re not gonna believe this!” Owen stormed into the house, closing the front door after him, “Guess who I treated in the ER today, you’re never-“ Owen stopped mid-sentence when he noticed Amelia wasn’t alone like he had originally imagined. “Hey, Maggie” He said cheerfully, dropping his car keys on the coffee table “What’s going on?” He added, noticing Amelia’s best friend definitely didn’t look well.

“Babe, Maggie is going to spend the night, ok?” Amelia looked deeply into his eyes and Owen understood that with that look that he shouldn’t ask any more questions.

“Yeah, sure.” He replied casually “I’m just going to take a shower, I’ll leave you guys to talk. I can cook dinner if you don’t want to order in.”

“Amelia cooked us chicken parm,” Maggie said with a smile, but her eyes were swollen and her red nose betrayed her “We were waiting for you to be home so we could all have dinner together.”

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I’ve been riding a lot of emotions today but this? This is what finally made me cry. 

Call me sappy all you want but this honestly just made me cry. Actual tears. 

The very best of the delighted & hopeful kind. 

I’m not even American, I’m Canadian, & we’ve had marriage equality for longer than I’ve technically known I’m queer, but this is still so important.

If you’ve followed my blog for any length of time, you’ll know how important media is to me. How important stories are, especially the kind with a little bit of magic in them, & the way that those stories can give people hope, & the ways I think those stories need to include more kinds of people.

And this?

This is a step in that direction. 

I’m crying because I remember watching a movie as a child. It was one where the female character stood at the top of the stairs, dressed in finery, & walked down the stairs to the boy at the point, & he swept her out on the dancef loor…

And I loved that movie, I loved it a lot. But that scene always disappointed me. Because look at this girl, she’s so beautiful & smart & captivating, & the boy was…

He was…

I didn’t know. I didn’t know why that scene never felt right to me, why other scenes like it nagged at me sometimes, because I had never seen anything else.

I wanted to be that girl, & I wanted to be that boy waiting at the bottom that deserved that girl, & both…

And mostly neither, because I didn’t even understand the way I was feeling about it.

Because there weren’t any stories where the girl waits for the girl. Where the girl rescues the girl. Where any of that happens, there just weren’t.

So I couldn’t even hope for that, because I didn’t know it was something I could hope for, not until a lot of years & a lot of pain later.

I’m crying because there are little girls just like me in the park that are going to see that & know they deserve a happy ending.

That they deserve a happy ending & magical adventures as much as any other little girl, & as a result of that? 

They might just love who they are a bit more, and know who they are just a little bit more.

They might grow up knowing that it’s an option. They might grow up without the kind of uncertainty I had, the same level of fear & fumbling.

I’m only 21, I’m not that old, but as a kids it was still so different & there was nothing like this kind of visibility. Not for kids.

I spent years of my life not even knowing because I didn’t have the right context to understand who I was, & years more conflicted about it.

Years of ignorance & bullying & hatred & self-doubt.

And there are little girls like me who are going to see this & gain hope to overcome that.

The world, or even one country, aren’t made perfect by this. 

There are still so many battles to fight, things to overcome. But, oh, this is hope.

And hope? Well. Harvey Milk said it pretty damn well.

“I know that you cannot live on hope alone, but without it, life is not worth living. And you…And you…And you…You gotta give em hope.

Random Things About the Signs
  • Aries: very awkward actually.
  • Taurus: tries their very best to get along.
  • Gemini: doesn't forgive or forget.. like ever.
  • Cancer: doesn't realize everyone loves them.
  • Leo: has a reputation for being conceited but doesn't see themselves half as wonderful as they actually are wtf.
  • Virgo: sometimes reckless.
  • Libra: loves others so much more than themselves, it's kinda sad.
  • Scorpio: virgin but on the lookout for some dick.
  • Sagittarius: lowkey knows how awesome they are, puts themselves down anyways.
  • Capricorn: never sees themselves as average; either they're super good or they suck.
  • Aquarius: so good at keeping secrets when it means something; trustworthy af:
  • Pisces: not even a perfectionist but just generally perfect??