it just fit too perfectly though

cardboardfoot  asked:

The way you draw horns is just 👌👌👌

aww thank you buddy i love drawing them i barely even know how i came up with it in the first place lmao im betting fifty bucks it was just past me getting irritated of drawing three perfectly separated segments and i thought “yknow what lets just make this a mess maybe itll turn out alright” and i managed to get that marbled aesthetic going on so its a win win lmao



Forest green boyfriend cardigan ✶ Vintage silk shirt ✶ Velvet embroidered clutch ✶ Burgundy velvet skirt {similar here and also here} ✶ Patterned tights {similar} ✶ Vintage monk shoes and velvet ribbon ✶

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Do you have particular tones of colours that you just can’t resist? With me, it’s this exact shade of forest green - not too teal, not too bottle green, just right. I’d been wanting a cardigan/jumper in this particular shade of green for ages, so when I saw this one on Boohoo, I just snapped it right up even though it’s a size M/L from the straight size section! And I’m so relieved to say that it fits perfectly, just how you’d want a boyfriend cardigan to fit, with that wee bit of bagginess that makes it look so cosy. Calling all inbetweenies, if you’re roughly my size (UK 18-20, US 14-16) and you’ve been looking for the perfect forest green cardigan, here it is! And if you’re in the US, it’s only $16 on the cyber monday sale! 

My clutch is also from Boohoo - isn’t the embroidery delightful?! I don’t know if you can tell but the golden thread is metallic and catches the light like a dream. It’s the perfect day to evening bag for winter. I don’t know what it is about dark florals that always gets my attention, but I just cannot imagine autumn/ winter without them. You’ll see that I’ve also incorporated some of my other favourite autumn colours into this outfit - namely mustard and burgundy - so I’m pretty much wearing all the fall shades at once. It’s hard to go wrong with this colour palette! What are your favourite shades for cold weather dressing? Do you love dark monochromes or would you go all out in a riot of colours as well? Let me know in the comments!

Tulips | Alfie Solomons [part 2]

Summary: [part 2] You’re a Shelby, born between Ada and Finn. You’re not into the family business and spend most of your time as a nurse at a local hospital. Your brothers respect your distance as you try not to get caught in Peaky Blinders business. The Peaky Blinders and Alfie Solomons have been in an alliance for years. Thomas and the rest do something that might make them lose the alliance. To reassure Alfie that they’re honorable, Alfie suggests an alliance by marriage.

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My dear lgbt+ kids, 

“Lesbian” is one of the most well-known labels and seemingly one with the easiest definition. A lesbian is a girl who likes girls and doesn’t like boys. Simple! 

But we know that gender is not as black and white as just “girls and boys”. And so even this easy label can become confusing. Who exactly is allowed to identify as lesbian? Are you a thief and a liar if you do not fit the definition above 100%? 

Some bloggers even dedicate their whole blog to fighting about such things, which doesn’t make it easier for anyone - they make it sound as if you even disappoint and anger your very own community if you choose the “wrong” label. 

They seem to collectively forget that labels are just words - We can stretch their definition and adjust it as we learn more about our diverse community and all our individual experiences. Doing this doesn’t ruin the label for anyone, it just makes it more inclusive and ultimately makes our community safer.

If you feel comfortable to identify as a lesbian, then you are allowed to use that label, sweetie. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. 

“But I don’t have a vagina” - So what? Many girls don’t. You identify as a girl, that’s all that matters. Don’t let anyone reduce you to the shape of your genitalia (funnily enough, that’s what sexist pricks have been doing to girls since ages - there’s nothing feminist or pro-lesbian about sexism).

“But I’m nonbinary” - So what? There are good reasons why a nonbinary person may choose to identify as lesbian. You feel a connection to womanhood or identify partially as a girl? You’re welcome in our community! 

“But what if I do start to like boys when I get older?” - So what? You’re allowed to choose a label that feels good right now. If you do change one day, there’s still plenty of time to find a label that fits better. (That being said, it’s quite common to worry you’ll change simply because the idea that it’s “just a phase”  has been forced onto you. Worrying about it is certainly not a sure sign that it’ll change!)   

“But I just like girls romantically, I don’t want to sleep with them” - So what? You can feel romantically attracted to girls but feel no sexual attraction to them - and not everyone who fits that description wants to use “homoromantic asexual” as a label (even though that’s a lovely and valid label too!) It’s perfectly okay to use lesbian if you feel more comfortable with that, no matter the reason. Lesbian is not a “sexual” label in itself. You love girls? You can identify as lesbian.

With all my love,

Your Tumblr Mom 

Escape - Chapter Nine

SPN FanFic

~Y/N and Dean are abducted after a night at the bar and thrown into a maze of horrors. Can Sam track down his brother and girlfriend in time? Can they even hold on that long?~

Dean, Reader; Sam

2,392 Words

Series Warnings: Angst. Show level violence. Graphic gore and blood. Extreme situations that may cause anxiety and fear. Character injury and trauma. (Extra Warnings in the tags)

~Feedback is the crack that keeps the Writing coming back~

ESCAPE Masterlist ~  My Masterlist  

Chapter Nine: Burn in Hell -

Sam was losing his mind.

As the hours ticked away, he forged ahead but got few breaks. It seemed like every step forward was followed by two in reverse, and his head was aching. He knew he had imbibed more coffee in the last twenty-four hours than was probably healthy, but he had to keep going.

One big break came when Sam was able to capture a license plate number off of the video surveillance and track a black, six-passenger van to a house outside of town. The van had been at the right place at the right time, and all signs pointed to it being the vehicle that stole away Y/N and Dean. It had seemed promising, like everything was falling into place, but after kicking in the door, gun at the ready, he’d been once again sent back to the starting line. The house was empty and falling apart; the van abandoned in the woods nearby. Diving into the registration later, he learned that the van was in fact still under the name of Clark Bishop; one of the very first people to go missing a few years ago. The house was his as well, and Sam had hopes that perhaps he was alive and involved somehow with the kidnappings, but the clues led him nowhere.  

The local sheriff was still being a total dick, and despite Sam threatening him with the full wrath of the Federal Government, he was once again turned away empty handed. Hell was a small town, with barely any crime; they had a handful of businesses on the main road, and the state of Michigan didn’t even recognize it as a real town. So a few tourists went missing every year, what could you do?

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This is so cute I want to cry, I am crying

  • Jimin would be a G R E A T boyfriend DUh
  • 100% your biggest fan
  • your his as well
  • Supports you through everything
  • would definitely be a shy boyfriend
  • but still cute as heck
  • and can turn to a sexy boyfriend in 0.0000001 seconds
  • like how is he human tbh
  • BUt would put his hands over his face when he gets embarrassed
  • or when you compliment him,
  • cause hes just too cutee
  • would LOVE skinship, but mainly in private
  • holding hands EVERYWHERE though because your hand fits perfectly in his
  • but, if your hands are bigger than his, you’d make fun of him, but he wouldn’t mind too much
  • cuddling
  • all the time
  • 25/8
  • take turns being big spoon
  • cause Jimin lowkey loves being a little spoon MY HEART
  • would love nuzzling his face in your neck when he’s stressed
  • would be super sweet
  • and
  • gentle dom during your first time together …
  • would be a rough dom further into the relationship though… BUt you love it
  • lowkey like being a sub once in awhile
  • he thinks its hella hot
  • You’d be like…
  • “Jimin no. STop.”
  • Sorry but also
  • k
  • the jealous type
  • would get jealous over the little things
  • but he tries not to show it
  • he doesn’t want you to think he’s too over protective
  • he trusts you and doesn’t want you to think he doesn’t
  • would try to teach you their choreography
  • “It’s too hard Jimin”
  • “You can do it, seriously, you’re almost there!”
  • would laugh when you mess up
  • and when you get mad
  • he’d tackle you in hugs and kisses
  • telling you that it was cute when you messed up
  • serenades you to sleep
  • while playing with your hair
  • loves your head on his chest
  • loves his head on your chest
  • begs management to let you go on tour with them
  • they say no :(
  • hates being away from you
  • facetime calls whenever he can
  • even in the middle of the night
  • but would feel bad if he woke you up
  • sends you cute letters with souvenirs in them
  • “I saw this and thought of you, I wanted to send it in a letter because, that’s cute, and I saw it in a drama.”
  • you surprise him at one of his concerts and
  • he starts CRYING
  • because you mean so much to him and he was having a hard time lately
  • you making sure he’s healthy and safe
  • and he does the same for you
  • you are both always there for each other
  • dates every night
  • calm dates
  • crazy dates
  • dates including the rest of bangtan
  • dates without jimin LOL JK
  • dates at parks
  • dates in cars
  • dates at the company building
  • dates dates dates
  • he would always make time for you
  • and when he’d get busy
  • he’d be so upset and make sure you know he still loves and cares about you
  • and you totally understand
  • a pet person
  • would want a cat
  • you would get mad because he spends too much time with the cat
  • and the cat likes jimin more
  • you get jealous
  • of a cat
  • but its okay
  • IS
  • Basically you would be the best couple
  • shipped by everyone in bts
  • overall the mom and dad of the world



There’s a beautiful man reading a book in the field behind Zhenya’s backyard. The field is technically Zhenya’s property, but he never bothered to do anything with it. At first he thinks he’s dreaming. Then, after studying the guy’s clothing, looking as if he stole from the set of Little House on the Prairie, he thinks he’s seeing ghosts.

“Are you ghost?” Zhenya asks, reeling Jeffrey in, who is suddenly very interested in bounding over to the man and—sniffing him or mauling him, Zhenya isn’t too sure. “Please say no.”

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“I liked the building, not you.” PT.4

A/N: i hope yall find this is cute af 

Paring: Shawn X Fan

Word Count: 5,003

My phone was ringing from my kitchen. Quickly I pulled up my shorts and was running for it in a struggle. Shawn’s name was plastered across the screen when I reached it and I smiled as I quickly pick it up.

“Hey!” I smiled as I place the phone on my shoulders as I did up the button on my shorts.

“Hi!” He said back through the phone and I could tell just by his voice he seemed happy.

We exchanged the quick, ‘how are you’s’ and ‘goods’ before he paused a moment.

“So… what are you doing today?” he asked, and I could hear his mischievous grin in my brain from his tone.

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What It's Like Having Scoliosis

Sometimes you’ll have what I like to call an “achey day” where your back just fucking hurts no matter what you do.

Please don’t make me stand for a long time, because it’ll start to feel like all the weight of my upper body is settling onto my hips, which doesn’t feel good.

There are 3 types of sleeping positions:
• the type that hurts your back
• the type that “supports your spine”
• and the type that’s actually comfortable and allows you to fucking sleep.

Don’t even get me started on shopping for clothes. Nothing ever fucking fits right! It might fit perfectly fine in one area, but in another it’s either too tight or too loose.
Even if you do manage to find something that fits okay, it’s still not gonna look fantastic on you because you just feel as though you look like a disproportionate chicken nugget


  • there are really only two types of short people: the type that thinks they can still do anything anyways and the lazy assholes
  • honestly, the Minyard twins probably fit into the latter category
  • this means that anytime something is, like, a foot above their head but still perfectly within reach, neither Andrew or Aaron try to get it
    • they just shrug and say, “sorry, too high, you’re gonna have to get it yourself, Nicky”
    • like Nicky will ask Aaron to pass him the remote, located a meter away from him
      • Aaron will hold out his arm but not lean over until eventually Nicky just gives up and gets it himself
    • every morning Andrew makes Kevin get his (sugar-filled) cereal from the cupboard even though he’s perfectly capable of reaching it himself
    • they both just walk out whenever Abby asks them to set the table under the excuse that they can’t reach the plates
      • (they actually do this everywhere except at Eden’s (since they need the job) and when alcohol’s related)
  • after years Nicky’s already resigned to this arrangement
  • Kevin still tries to argue back every time but always loses
  • then Neil comes along
  • Neil was never allowed to pull the short lazy asshole stuff off, partly because he was roughly the same height as his mom and partly because there’s no way she’d ever let him get away with it
  • the upperclassmen are ecstatic to have someone short on the team who doesn’t make them get everything
  • and even though he rolls his eyes, Neil would still grab whatever Andrew asks him to get
    • this continues onto when they’re living together in a shared apartment with their two cats
  • eventually, even Neil starts getting annoyed
    • like really, Andrew?  it’s literally and inch above your head, you just don’t want to move
  • all of this accumulates to one day, when Andrew’s waiting for Neil to lean down and kiss him
  • and Neil just aborts halfway and says, “sorry, too low, can’t reach” and walks away
  • Andrew starts putting in a bit more effort into getting his own things afterwards
    • for example, he yanks Neil down next time
Motel 96 (Part 1)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Hostage situation
Word Count: 1359
A/N: This is the first part of my entry for @jurassicbarnes‘s writing challenge!
Prompt: “You were chased by cops and took me as a hostage but you didn’t realized the cops were after me”

Originally posted by winter-barnes


James’ grip on your arm was borderline painful. You had experienced far worse, but the intense pressure with which he was squeezing you to keep you in place was too much to simply ignore. It’s a stark contrast to the gentle way he had touched you last night. He had treated you as if you were glass that might shatter at any moment, but now you were afraid that he was the one who had broken. The barrel of the gun he was holding shook slightly against your temple, indicating that his hand was trembling. He was nervous, unsure. This is not what you had expected to wake up to.

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anonymous asked:

In some cultures shaving your head is a sign of grief/mourning. And I heard that cutting your hair can make you feel in control when everything else is falling apart. Like it's an only thing you can do something about.

I think this fits Ron’s situation perfectly! And even Ginny. Maybe they cut their hair together and it was a brother and sister bonding moment. Initially Ron asks Ginny to cut his hair (not too much though, he just needed a haircut), because their mother is not in the emotional conditions to do this for him. He also doesn’t want to bother her. So he asks Ginny, she agrees but make clear that she had never cut a hair before. “It’s ok, you’re good at hexing people, how hard cutting a hair can be?” she enjoys the compliment and promises she won’t mess up his hair on purpose because of this. But it turns out cutting a hair is more difficult than she thought it would be so she messes up completely. They start arguing “you promised you wouldn’t mess up!” “I said I wouldn’t do it on purpose!” and Mrs Weasley passes the corridor right in moment to see their young daughter and son laughing their asses off because Ron’s hair was really awful. He then decides “You know what, just shave it off completely now.” and when Ginny finishes it she says “that was easier” and Ron’s sarcastic comment “really?” makes Mrs. Weasley open a smile for the first time in months.

Edit: until she realises what they are doing and enters the room “what were you two thinking!?”

The Dress

Written for this week’s challenge over at @txf-prompt-box​! Also tagging @fictober​ and @today-in-fic

Prompt:  A FBI charity event

bonus: Skinner’s there!

double bonus: Scully’s dress gets torn

I’d say it’s set in season 7.

Maybe she should have worn something else. She would have, she thinks, if she and Mulder hadn’t just come home from a case the night before. She barely had time to do laundry, let alone go dress shopping. Scully didn’t think it’d be a problem anyway. When Skinner told them, or rather demanded that they attend the FBI charity event, Scully nodded, looked at Mulder, who less than enthusiastically nodded as well, and marked it in their office calendar. She knew she had a dress in the closet that would work just fine. What do you think Skinner will do if this case takes us out of town for longer? Mulder asked with a smirk three days ago, pointing at the big red x in the calendar. But luck wasn’t on his side; the case wrapped yesterday, just in time, and now here she is. Dressed in a black cocktail dress that’s just the tiniest bit too tight. Scully holds in her stomach for a moment. They’ve on the road a lot lately. All that diner food; the fries she keeps stealing off Mulder’s plate and the burgers she pretends not to like but actually loves. That dress used to fit her perfectly. Scully eyes herself, turns around and around, just looking at her reflection. A few years ago the dress would not have fit either. Instead of being too tight, though, it was would have been too loose. This, she decides, is much better. The door bell rings and Scully is surprised that Mulder is indeed on time.

“Scully…” Is all he says. His eyes roam over her body, take a moment here and there to dwell, before they move on. No words are needed. Scully feels herself blush, smile, and for the moment forgets that the dress is too tight.

“You look nice, too, Mulder.” He nods at her, puts his hand on the small of her back, and leads her out. In the car, Mulder is mostly quiet. Scully was fully prepared to listen to his complaints. I don’t want to go, Scully. I want to stay home, Scully. Why do we have to go there, Scully? None of these come out of his mouth. He mentions once that instead of throwing expensive charity events, the FBI could spring for better hotel rooms but that’s it.

The charity event is well underway when they arrive. They watch Skinner, his bald head red and shiny in the spotlight, as he announces that all proceeds will be used to support mental health programs for law enforcement officers. Mulder and Scully dutifully clap along before Mulder goes to get them drinks. By now Scully is used to being Mrs. Spooky and being treated as such. She and Mulder, in the eye of their colleagues, are inseparable. They most likely are, she thinks, as Mulder returns with a white wine spritzer for her. He didn’t even ask what she wanted; he knew. The way everyone is looking at her tonight, though, makes her uncomfortable. Mulder, as so often, seems completely oblivious.

“I am very glad to see you here, agents.” Skinner greets them with a curd nod. As if they ever had a choice.

“We’re happy to be here.” Mulder remarks, his voice dripping sarcasm, and takes a big sip from his drink.

“It’s for a good cause agent Mulder.”


“Agent Scully, are you all right?” Scully stares at her boss. She is, in fact, not all right. Still, she nods and hopes that her superior can’t tell she’s lying. A wave of nausea hits her as she raises her glass to her mouth.

“Well, have fun you two. I know I said the event was mandatory but I still thought you’d find your way out of it.” Their boss walks off and Mulder turns to her.

“He sounded proud, don’t you think?” He chuckles. “You think we can leave now?”

“We’ve been here five minutes, Mulder.” Her head feels funny. Not as funny as her stomach, though. Her hand shaking slightly, Scully puts down the glass. She could swear everyone is watching her. Sweat breaks out on her forehead as she puts both her hands on the counter in front of them.

“Oh look, there’s agent Johnson. I didn’t know he was married.” Mulder sounds like a regular gossip girl and Scully wonders why he even cares. Her mouth, however, won’t cooperate. She’s cold, she’s warm, she’s nauseated. Her hand reaches for a napkin but her fingers can’t hold on to it. It falls to the ground and Scully doesn’t even think about it as she crouches down to pick it up. She feels rather than hears her dress tear at the side.

“Noooo.” The word is out before she can stop herself. The nausea intensifies and Scully wonders, seriously considers, laying down right here, right now and just close her eyes. Torn dress and all.

“Scully?” His hand is on her shoulder and his face close to hers. Tears spring to her eyes and she doesn’t know why, doesn’t want to think about it; she just wants it to stop.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” His voice is way too soft as he helps her stand up. Scully holds her side, hopes that no one is watching them closely, even if she still feels like hundreds of eyes are only on them.

“My dress.” She says, hoping Mulder can hear her weak voice amidst the turmoil surrounding them. He can. He puts his hand, much larger than hers, over the ripped fabric. His skin comes into contact with hers and its warmth is just right. As he leads her away from the party, and she really doesn’t care where they go right now, she thinks of the last time she felt his skin on hers, his warmth against her. Months ago, their walls down, their emotions high. An innocent peck on turned into full blown kisses. Words and reasoning were swallowed, kissed away. One night. Just one. In the morning, Mulder warm and cozy beside her, fast asleep, Scully got up, got dressed and left. Just like that. They didn’t speak about it, didn’t mention, or even just hinted at it. If she didn’t know better, she’d wonder if it had really happened.

“I’m taking you home.” Mulder, here and now, says. But Scully can’t leave. Her stomach somersaults and her hand shoots up to cover her mouth. She drags Mulder to a restroom, doesn’t care that it’s the ladies room. No one is in there as Scully stumbles into a stall and gets sick. Violently. Mulder is by her side in an instant, his hand on her back, soothing her with words. Her skin is cold where the dress gaps open and she shivers.

“You’re scaring me, Scully.” Mulder’s voice is shaky, quiet against her ear.

“I’m sorry, Mulder.”

“No, no, no. Don’t be sorry,” he kisses her head and lets his lips linger there, “I think we should have you checked out at the hospital. How long have you been feeling sick?”

“I haven’t.” But her mind begins to nag her. She’s been feeling dizzy lately. The other week she was sick a couple of mornings. There’s something she’s not seeing, she can feel it.

“I know we haven't… when we… that night a few months ago. I hope that’s not… I hope you know nothing has changed. If you’re feeling sick, if there’s-” and that’s when it hits her. It hits her like a truckload of bricks. Morning sickness. The tight dress. The nauseating smell of the white wine spritzer.


“Mulder, I don’t need to go to the hospital. I need a drugstore.”

“What?” She turns to him. She knows she must look horrible; she sees it in his miserable expression he’s wearing. Right now, it doesn’t matter. Even her bad breath doesn’t matter.

“I need a… uhm, I need a pregnancy test.”

“A… pregnancy… test.” His eyes grow bigger with every word. “You mean… we could have? I mean, I presume it was, well, me?” She smiles at him, unable to say anything else right now. They don’t need words, anyway. Mulder takes off his jackets and helps her into it. As they walk out of the restroom, she knows that certain eyes follow them, wonder and gossip. She looks up at Mulder, he glances back at her, and she sees hope and love reflected there. That’s the only thing that matters right now.

Sweet Tooth: Part Three

A/N: I’m a little addicted to writing this and while I have the time to update frequently, I will. Don’t get too used to it though, my sweet babies. I’m about to be really busy coming up here soon. Oh and I forgot to mention this last time, but I actually got the name of Lance’s sister from a fic I read a while ago! Brooklyn just fits so perfectly, I feel like it should be cannon! So kudos to that author because I now think of Brooklyn Tucker as a real character lol.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: All the cursing and Yonce listening in this one.

Summary: Lance Tucker has come back to his hometown with his ego bruised and his look on life more tainted then ever. When he runs into Y/N; a vibrant plus size woman he went to high school with at her bakery ‘Cake Faced’, he leaves the shop with the taste of sugar on his lips and a hunger that has nothing to do with the cupcakes.


You wake up the next morning, still fuming.

A bottle of wine, six hours of sleep and a scalding hot shower later and you still feel like you could swing on that mother Tucker.

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anonymous asked:

I don't know if you've done this before but may I ask for a hc list for Damian with a really cuddly and smol reader pretty please! ("hey where s/o?")(*damian moves cape to reveal reader attached to him*)

Hi!! I’ve definitely never done this before so I hope this is alright! I live for this to be quite honest!! Thank you for sending in your request! Do enjoy!!

  • You know for sure Damian’s just going to be a tad bit smug about it - the fact that you are shorter than him. He will tease you just to get a rise out of you because the two of you are most likely already at that point in your relationship where you know he’s just doing it to spite you and not because Damian actually really means it.
  • His brothers like to tease you too – sometimes just to see Damian mad and of course, you being his girlfriend has to save his brothers from getting killed by Damian because he doesn’t like it if his brothers tease you because he’s the only one allowed to tease you about your height. That aside, you know Damian and his brothers will stop teasing you if you are extremely upset or uncomfortable over it. But so far, you’ve taken it all in stride just because.
  • Damian enjoys cuddling with you!! It’s super adorable to everyone who happens to see the two of you together because Damian would always want to hold you in his arms or wants to at least be holding you close so you tend to fall asleep on top of him. You are always the little spoon though of course Damian will indulge you and let you be the big spoon occasionally.
  • To be honest, you find Damian very hot – temperature wise – so cuddling with him on a rainy night or cold day is always the best. You fit in his arms perfectly too and not to mention, Damian always smell nice!!
  • There are times when you have to assure Damian that you’re absolutely fine and can take care of yourself. “After all, I do have a black belt in Judo and Hapkido!” You always reassure him. Sometimes you being small is a really good thing.
  • Damian likes to tease you too. Sometimes you will find your favourite cereal on the very top of the shelf and he finds it amusing! If anyone outside of your family circle and his family circle ever teases you about your height, Damian will get super pissed. He will not hesitate to fight anyone who upsets you because of your height
  • His favourite nicknames for you are very little (see what I did there) because he isn’t that big on using nicknames. Though rest assured, if it’s just within the manor or within family members, he normally calls you his little fox or little kitten or his tiny beloved. Sometimes Damian would just throw you over his shoulders because why not?
  • You enjoy using Damian as your human shield especially when you don’t want to face anyone or even face the reporters that may occasionally find the two of you. Because of you being petite, Damian always jokes that you are fun-sized or pocket-sized and that he will try his hardest to hide you.
  • “Hey where did Y/N run off to?” – you didn’t, you just simply become Damian’s shadow. His brothers’ nickname for you is probably the little shadow because of this. The two of you are just super-duper adorable together!!!
Legolas x Short!Reader Headcanons

A/N: Just looking out for my fellow vertically challenged fans out there (; enjoy!

• This boy has definitely used you as an armrest before. Putting his arms on your shoulder or head has become a common practice between the both of you; and while he knows you could (and probably would) break his arm in a split second, you don’t really mind having his touch on you 24/7.

• Legolas loves carrying you. Because you often grumble about the injustice of his long legs and how you practically have to run to keep up with his long strides, he often lifts you up on his back, slings you on his shoulder, or carries you bridal style to “help you keep up with him”. Not that he minds, of course. The sight of your beet red face and flustered demeanor makes it a worthwhile investment every single time.

• Since Leggy is a literal tree, kissing him can be quite a difficult task. He enjoys watching you try to elongate your body as much as possible to get to him, often standing on top of your toes in an effort to reach his face. To him, the image of your nose scrunched up with frustration in an attempt to make contact with his lips is one, if not the cutest things he’s ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Eventually, you come to the end of your patience and grab him by the collar, dragging him down to your level. Although he misses the entertainment, the feeling of your lips perfectly molded against his is more than enough to compensate for it.

• Your small frame makes cuddling easy. Rather than squirming around trying to find a comfortable position for the both of you, your petite figure allows him to wrap his body around yours with ease. He’ll nuzzle his face into your chest, wrapping his lean arms around your waist and pulling you close, inhaling your scent deeply. No matter how many times he does it, you always flush with slight embarrassment, ears turning a rosy pink at his intimate action. Nonetheless, you’ll swing your hips around his midsection and stroke his hair lovingly, undoing his braids and letting his hair fall free in waves. He’ll hum in satisfaction at the feeling of your fingers gently weaving through his tresses, voice thrumming against your chest and sending waves of love coursing throughout your body at the sound of his voice.

• Legolas is Extra™ when it comes to you. If clothes are ever too long to fit your body, he’ll arrange your closet to be tailored to your size. No matter how many times you claim the length of the sleeves on your nightgown is just fine, thank you very much, he’ll send clothing down to get altered perfectly to your body. Even though Legolas makes a show about the injustice of having no clothes that fit your body type, you know he just wants an excuse to see you in his clothing. His clothing is comfortable and you don’t mind being in it, however, it’s difficult to explain to his father why you show up to the breakfast table wearing his son’s shirt, wrinkly and oversized with sleeves draping over your hands and fabric spilling over your shoulders without receiving raised eyebrows and airy giggles from soldiers and servants alike.

• One of the most rewarding things about being short is that you’re the perfect height for forehead kisses. Legolas is free to shower you with tiny pecks on your head and little displays of affection that don’t disgust or disrupt the people around you. He also uses them as a comforting tactic for whenever your nerves kick in. Being as observant as he is, he memorizes every body movement that signals your discomfort and knows your fidgeting down to a T. Whenever you show signs of distress, he’ll give you little pecks on your hairline and gently brush through your locks with his nimble fingers, coaxing your anxiety away. He knows better than anyone that, sometimes, actions speak better than words.

• Given the elves and their free spirited nature, dancing is a common practice among them. Whether it’s a festival or just an everyday activity, they are often seen gracefully twirling and prancing to the sound of harps and flutes, laughter and banter mingling together with the music to form gentle melodies that drift throughout the forest. Because of Legolas’ status, he was taught how to dance at a young age and is very adept at the art of bodily expression. You aren’t bad at it yourself, in fact, you are quite the contrary, but your parents never told you how to deal with a height difference while maintaining an elegant composure. More often than not, attempts result in the two of you collapsing in fits of giggles, questioning your decision to try it out in the first place. It wasn’t entirely your fault, though. His trademark smirk and slightly raised eyebrow peering down at you does make it hard to keep the regal aesthetic.

Something There

A/N: Here’s my thank you to my (now over) 1000 followers! This is the only way I could think of to show how much I appreciate you all <3 okay here ya go :)))

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There was something there in Nico’s voice. Something that made Will look up from his book instead of just humming like he normally would. There was something there that made Will sit up from where he was laying on Nico’s bed to give Nico his full attention. Will couldn’t quite put his finger on that something.

Nico just looked at Will for a moment, his eyes clear and innocent, and also filled with a kind of wonder, the kind that comes with a hint of worry as well. Will wondered what Nico was thinking, feeling something stir in him that he hadn’t really felt before. Nico suddenly looked down, fidgeting with his skull ring as he always did when he was nervous. Around Will, though, he rarely seemed this apprehensive. This was different, a new something that now had Will slightly concerned.

“Yes, Nico?”

Nico had a million thoughts running through his head, thoughts he couldn’t, or rather, didn’t, want to put into words. He wasn’t sure what they meant, how he felt about them, or how Will would feel about them. It wasn’t anything bad, but it was new, and Nico wasn’t prepared to deal with them. But at the same time, he wanted so badly to express them to Will. How did that make any sense?

He had been watching Will. Just observing him as he read his book. He was just so beautiful, so Will, sometimes, no, most of the time, Nico couldn’t believe that Will was his. He called Will’s name, though he wasn’t completely sure why. Will turned and looked at him with undivided attention, causing Nico’s heart to stutter as he took all of him in. His freckles, his sparkling blue eyes, the way he focused completely on Nico and only Nico, as if he were the only person that mattered in the world. Nico had felt his affection building and building, and then he had a sudden urge that he didn’t understand. He wanted to be close to Will, to show is affection, to… to–

To kiss him, Nico realized.

And at that thought, Nico looked down. He felt nervous. This had never really happened before. When he’d seen other couples kiss, it had seemed gross and not something he would do. But he knew that was what he wanted in this moment. To kiss Will, to convey his immense feelings through that one act. Except that Nico had never done it before. He didn’t even know how it happened so naturally for other people. Did he ask? Should he just lean in? How did it even work? What if it didn’t work? What if–

His thoughts were cut off by a hand under his chin, slowly lifting his gaze back up to Will’s. Will’s eyes were gentle, though Nico could sense a bit of concern in them. Nico realized that he was barely breathing and released a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Nico? Are you okay?” Will searched Nico’s eyes, looking for some sign that Nico was okay, or wasn’t.

Their faces were so close now. Nico could feel Will’s breath on his face. He couldn’t resist the urge anymore. His eyes flicked down to Will’s lips as his cheeks turned slightly pink.

Will picked up on this, his face going from concerned to surprised. “Oh,” Will breathed out, his eyes also glancing down at Nico’s lips.

Nico was still unsure, but he felt like this was their moment. There was no where else he’d rather be, no one else he’d rather be with, than right here with Will. “C-can I…” Nico trailed off, his voice sounding small and shaky. Will gave a small, quick nod before leaning in.

Everything slowed down. Nico watched as Will got closer, his eyes fluttering closed as he tilted his head slightly. Nico felt himself lean in to meet him halfway his head tilting naturally. He hoped his body knew what to do because he surely didn’t. Just as he felt a tinge of worry creep in, their lips collided, and Nico’s world exploded.

Nico was keenly aware of every part where they were touching. His skin burned where Will’s hand had slid up from his chin to cup his face. Nico’s hand reached up to tangle itself in Will’s hair, almost of its own accord. Nico discovered that his lips fit perfectly against Will’s as he pressed them closer together.

The kiss wasn’t perfect – it was a little too hard, a little too tense, both sides showing inexperience. But it didn’t matter, because in that moment, they both shared something. Each boy could feel the love of the other, even though they’d never said it out loud to each other. They’d never been more happy with someone ever before. Not happy, no, it was something beyond happy, something neither had the courage to put into words just yet.

Will couldn’t take it anymore - his face split into a huge smile, and he felt Nico smile back against his lips. They pressed their foreheads together, eyes still closed, just smiling and basking in the presence of one another. Nico was so overwhelmed with joy, he felt a few tears slip from his eyes.

He still didn’t understand. He still wasn’t sure what caused all this to happen, but he didn’t really care at the moment. He just knew there was something there, something linked with this boy in front of him, something that he couldn’t shove away if he wanted to.

He thinks it might be something he forgot about long ago.


i’m having such DY feels its fucking insane

Originally posted by doyoungk

your relationship would include:

  • doyoung curling his lips into his mouth to stop the smile that automatically finds itself on his face at the sight of you because he doesn’t want to admit to his sap 
  • and him folding his hands together to stop himself from holding on to you, looking down at the ground to stop himself from being completely drawn to you
  • doesn’t matter how, or where, just somehow, he always wants to be physically connected to you
  • lots of subtly holding onto your pinky as you stand next to each other, 
  • and, he loves curling his hand around your waist, gently feeling as your body moves under his fingertips
  • doyoung absolutely loves giving you backhugs, those where he wraps his arms tightly around your waist until your back is flush with his chest and he can feel you breathe right next to his heart and he can lean down and rest his chin on your shoulder
  • it might be a little bit of an awkward angle, but he likes hearing you talk so closely to his ear, subtly and murmured compared to the usual loudness all around him
  • he loves playing with your hands when you sit next to each other,
  • and adores it when you grab onto his hands and play with his fingers for yourself
  • doyoung loves it the most when you guys are around other people, like a very subtle way of showing to others that you constantly want to be together one way or another
  • doyoung always smiles at you, mostly when you’re not looking, because he doesn’t actually want to show you how much of a sap he is
  • he finds something new to admire every time, a mole on the side of your face, or a lock of hair that’s styled perfectly, or the shape of your ears are really cute
  • but mostly, he finds himself staring at you when you’re talking to other people intently, maybe from across the room or beside him it doesn’t matter, because he likes the way you talk and the way your face moves, and he loves that you have no idea how beautiful you are even with the smallest of expressions
  • he likes to think that he’s the only one who really pays attention to you
  • Doyoung’s the type to save you from an awkward situation, always willing to sweep in an divert the attention off of you as soon as he sees you a tad uncomfortable at an uncalled question or topic, and he’ll always come in with a wide smile and a hand on the small of your back to comfort you, and even though he knows you’re 100% independent and capable, he knows it’s always good to have someone to lean on and have your back, and he’s more than willing to be that person for you
  • but he also likes to lean on you a lot, especially when he’s stressed out about his singing or how many shows he’s on / has to mc
  • he’s the type to freak out on his own, doesn’t really like seeking too much comfort from his members, but with you there for him, he’s able to vent and relax into your touch and just take a moment to properly let it all out because he knows you’re there for him
  • but just as much as you guys lean on each other for comfort, you’re both playful with each other, and doyoung makes you laugh more than anything, especially when he makes a snide comment towards his members
  • he never really goes full savage on you, he could never
  • doyoung would never make a feisty comment about what you’re wearing, because even if you’d dress up as barney or that yellow bird from sesame street, he’d find you adorable, horrendous, maybe, but adorable and worthy of a smile full of teeth
  • but, he’s the type to insult characters in some show to make you laugh, or complain about you taking too long in the shower overly dramatic, or the way your cooking is shit even though he’ll wholeheartedly eat it because you’ve made it with love
  • but he’d never joke about the way you look, unless you’ve just crawled out of bed with your hair a bush and your eyelids glued shut with crust, and he’d joke around about your personality, because these are things that can be sensitive and that he personally doesn’t like being made fun of, so he’d never do that to you
  • he’s a softie for you
  • ultimate softy
  • and he loves your hugs so much
  • the way you fit perfectly in his arms with your head in his chest and your arms around his midsection
  • he loves it the most when you tightly grab onto his sweater, because he feels loved and cherished when you do that
  • and he rests his chin on the top of your head and hold your shoulders equally as tight
  • and he knows you think it’s super cute when he starts swaying, and he can’t help but do it because you make him feel giddy and restless inside and if he didn’t sway side to side, he’d most likely crush you from how much love he has for you
  • And gosh does he love backhugs from you, especially when he’s cooking a meal for you
  • he gets this huge smile on his face, one that he lets himself relish in because you can’t see how much of a sap he is
  • he love it so so so much when you nuzzle your head into his back, and laughs loudly when you do so, threatening to smack you with his greasy spatula if you continue, but in reality he loves it so much
  • Doyoung’s the type to love to go shopping together, out and about on the streets, especially when it’s slightly colder outside and you two have to stay close to each other to keep warm
  • he always melts inside when you hold his hand with your mittens on, thinking it’s the cutest thing on earth to swing your linked hands between the two of you as you walk
  • You always catch him staring at where you guys are connected, a big and bright smile on his face, one of the sappy ones he always tries to hide, but you see it from time to time, how much he cares and cherishes every moment with you, and warmth spreads throughout your entire body as you smile back, staring at his face
  • He’s the type to pay for you every now and then, but not too often because he knows you can pay for it yourself, but he does love paying for the food, feeding you snacks and cutting up dishes for you, because he adores watching you eat healthily
  • most of your dates, you guys talk about anything and everything, your day away from each other, an article you saw online, a stupid story about what your friends forced you to do
  • but he loves it when you ask about his members and how they’re doing, and his family, because you care and you genuinely want to know how much winwin’s korean has improved, how taeyong’s back is doing, if mark is struggling in school, what the hell johnny actually does at four in the morning with his americano, and doyoung appreciates the care for what he considers is his family, and is instantly filled with so much love that he wants to kiss you over the table, so he does, with a goofy smile on his face after, and stares at the table because he’s slightly embarrassed
  • Kisses, are, to say the least, most often pecks and closed mouth encounters where the pressure of his plump and soft lips is enough to get your heart beating radically
  • But sometimes, randomly when you’re alone, when he feels extra sentimental and just admiring you isn’t enough, he’ll kiss you for real, with his large hands cupping your face, face slowly coming in closer, his eyes wide and concentrated as they flicker between your eyes and your lips, and he waits until you’re barely breathing in anticipation, because you know exactly what kind of kiss he wants to give you, and your head automatically tilts along with his just before your lips touch
  • He makes the first move, slotting his lips between yours in a soft pout, capturing their shape and feel in one, two, three openmouthed kisses to make you tread on the verge of impatience, then, he’ll slowly lick the bottom of your lip with a smooth tongue, precise and perfect with pressure, slow and deliberate before you open your mouth wider to let him in
  • and those are the kisses that always leave you absolutely breathless and blushing, ears a beetroot red and lips swollen from the kiss
  • but the thing is
  • Doyoung is always equally as shy and embarrassed after one of those kisses, because he doesn’t quite understand how he musters up the courage to kiss you as sensually as that, and he tries to pull away but each time he does, your grip on his waist keeps him still and forces him to stare into your eyes
  • his eyes always sparkle after those kisses, with a spark of anticipation, and sometimes it stays like that between the two of you, where you just breathe in each others space until you both smile goofily, or sometimes it leads to something a little more

my feels are too much omfg

lol if you want a part two, or something more specific, or something from another member, drop a lil request in my ask

When I say Oliver should fight for Felicity...

There has been a lot of debate in the fandom for over a year now about whether Oliver should’ve fought harder to make things right with Felicity after the breakup. Everyone has their own definition of what “fighting for Felicity” means, and I won’t speak for everyone. I can only speak for myself and relay my own hopes and frustrations.

Today @emilytbett was nice enough to share with us the autographed script she received of 4x16 in which Olicity recite their vows.

It was actually so beautiful and amazing to see how the actors contributed to the script and really made the characters come to life in that scene. I think we all needed to see this and be reminded of why we’ve been staying with the show even when we want to scream and throw things at the TV.

There are many reasons why I’ve been upset this season and why I felt like I was pushed to my limit with 5x15. And it’s seeing this beautiful script and what we could’ve had that has made it hit home. I am one of those fans that strongly believes Oliver should’ve fought for Felicity, especially after he said these vows. With lines like “You will always be the best thing about me for the rest of my life” and “I will never lie to you again. Ever, ever again,” how could we not believe Oliver would’ve done everything in his power to make things right with the love of his life?

Originally posted by yet-i-remain-quiet

Some fans argue that Felicity firmly closed the door on a reconciliation, and it wouldn’t have been right for Oliver to pursue her. But fighting for Felicity, to me, was never about Oliver coming on too strong or pressuring her to give him another chance romantically. I actually think the two did need to take a break and be apart for a while during hiatus. They both had a lot of heartache and issues to process and work through individually.

But where I think the writers truly did the characters and fans a disservice in Season 5 is by not having Oliver become a living embodiment of these vows. Flirting with Felicity and asking her out was not how Oliver needed to fight for Felicity. To truly make things right, he first needed to apologize for lying. A simple, heartfelt “I’m sorry” to show that he was genuinely remorseful and understood how he hurt her. Nothing is more powerful than actually hearing the one you love say the words.  

Then, every day after that, Oliver needed to show he’d changed through his actions. That meant being a good friend and partner by making sure Felicity had support after her paralysis, job loss, and Havenrock. If anyone understands the effects of trauma, it’s Oliver. They didn’t have to be big scenes because, let’s be honest, Arrow more often than not has issues with pacing and giving sufficient time to hit the emotional beats. These moments are usually small but powerful blips that we either re-watch or gif the heck out of to catch all of the subtle nuances. But small, consistent moments of Oliver asking about Felicity’s day or if she’s okay when she seems off would’ve gone a long way. Heck, even something as simple as bringing her a coffee or Big Belly Burger (I know he’s a food snob but Felicity loves the salt and grease) after a long day would’ve meant a lot.

In turn, we needed to see Oliver being more open and honest with Felicity about his past and how he felt going forward facing various challenges (both as the mayor and Green Arrow). We saw a promising glimpse of that in 5x02 when he mentioned the Bratva to her.

Originally posted by lyricalarrow

However, he reverted to old habits in 5x04 when he lied about rescuing Dig. Maybe Felicity does need to be the one to make the first move and give Oliver a sign that she’d be open to giving him a second chance, but it’s a total Catch-22. Oliver can’t make a move until Felicity is ready, but Felicity probably won’t be ready until she sees an actual positive change in Oliver.

Unfortunately, I don’t think we’ve seen that positive change yet. If anything, it seems to me like the writers have regressed Oliver yet again (maybe even more than in the past). Having him apologize and doggedly pursue another woman who isn’t even worthy of the effort sends the wrong message. Watching Oliver do this for another woman (one that Felicity knows is shady and has hurt people she’s cared about) does not communicate to Felicity that he’s thinking clearly or learned from past mistakes. I won’t even get into Oliver asking her to help him fix things with EWR, because there aren’t enough words to describe my utter disgust with that move. I think it hurt Felicity way more than she let on to see Oliver fighting for someone else but not even attempting to apologize to her for his lies or obliviousness to her pain after he “killed” Billy. In seeing Oliver put his own needs above hers yet again, I think it became the deciding factor (or last straw) in Felicity seeking support elsewhere and joining Helix. And until we see Oliver man up and stop being so self-absorbed, the “rebuild” just isn’t going to be effective.

Oliver and Felicity do love each other. They’re soulmates. No one can convince me otherwise. Seeing the 4x16 script reaffirmed the deep love they shared, and I’m not saying they can’t get back to that. But it’s going to take time and effort. I think a single conversation won’t be enough to fix them this time. The reason Season 2 and, yes, Season 3 (despite the angst) were so great for Olicity was because the subtle moments (though they tortured us at times) slowly added up and fit perfectly into the big picture of their relationship. The rebuild has to be the same way and, personally, too much bad drama in Season 5 has happened for me to feel good about a reunion just yet. Oliver still has to be a better man so that he can realistically pull Felicity out of the darkness that’s consuming her. Blind optimism (blatantly trusting the wrong people) is not living in the light, and his actions have to start reflecting the change he’s claiming to make. It’s the only way he can even deserve the possibility of a second chance with Felicity. Right now, I’m hoping that by the finale Olicity have grown individually and we get an ending similar to Season 2 where there’s a strong indication of a reunion coming in Season 6.

Will the writers actually do this? Who knows?! The Olicity love is definitely there and if the writers know what’s good for them (and their ratings), they’ll quit their failed experiment and actually embrace the elements that made this show so successful in the first place. How this plays out will be a mystery until the finale but what’s an absolute necessity for me as a viewer is seeing Oliver get out of his own way and fight for the woman he loves. Felicity deserves it. Oliver deserves it. We deserve it. And it’s totally okay to not accept anything less…

Originally posted by organas