laced diamonds

The Marvel Movie You Didn’t Know You Wanted

Here’s the deal: it’s called the Runaways and it’s fuckin rad.

Synopsis: At a yearly family get-together, 5 teenagers and a young girl find out their parents are all members of a fucking cult that just sacrificed a girl, so they all figure out the powers and shit that they got from their parents and then they get the hell out of town (FUCKING DUH) and then their parents frame them for killing that girl and kidnapping the youngest one

Oh yeah, and this team is exactly the kind of diversity Marvel needs right now. Four words: just. one. white. dude. 

They’re lead by Alex Wilder, the incredibly smart son of two crime lords (who is black.)

Then there’s Nico Minoru, a Japanese girl who’s an actual fuckin witch

 Our one white guy, Chase Stein, whose only real power is the x-ray goggles and flaming gauntlets he stole from his (abusive) genius dad.

We’ve got Gert Yorkes, who is Jewish and has telepathic control over a fucking dinosaur 

There’s also Karolina Dean, an alien lesbian who turns solar rays into rainbow energy blast shit and it’s so goddamn pretty like FX guys are gonna love her

And finally Molly Hayes, an 11-year-old girl with super strength and lots of neat animal hats

And may I mention again, THEY HAVE A FUCKING DINOSAUR


You guys know what the best part is?

MARVEL’S HAD A SCRIPT FOR THIS THING SITTING IN THEIR OFFICE SINCE 2010. 

There’s pretty much nothing keeping them from making this movie except for the fact that no one’s really telling them to, SO GO TELL THEM TO MAKE IT. 

Like, now. 

Please.

EDIT: MARVEL has CONFIRMED that the Runaways won’t be a movie, but a HULU-EXCLUSIVE TV SERIES!
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That time stitch got hold of Cinderella’s castle at Walt Disney world 2004.

That time Disneyland Paris celebrated thier 5th Anniversary by adding a Hunchback theme to the castle back in 1997

That time Disney World launched thier happiest celebration on earth in 2005 as a tribute to Disneyland California being open for 50 years!

That time Disney World celebrated thier 25th anniversary with a gigantic cake in 1996!

And most subtle but most impressive, that time in 2015 that Disneyland California announced they were lacing the castle with diamonds for the most expensive and elegant castle yet for the big 60!

anonymous asked:

Imagine Lucio asking Efi to be the flower girl for his and Hana's wedding, she then proceeds to faint from excitement.

I LOVE THIS?? (It kind of turned into a wedding heacannon for bunnyribbit, but oh well. Also, I headcannon Lucio as Catholic)

  • The wedding is already arrange, but they are missing the most important piece. Lucio approaches Efi with his offer, and she nearly hyperventilates from thinking about being the flower girl for his and D.va’s wedding. 
  • It’s set in Brazil, with lots of their culture mixed together. Before the wedding even starts, Lucio gives D.va’s mother a wooden goose. A Korean tradition, wild geese mate for life, so his gift is a promise that he will care for her daughter for life.
  • D.va wears a diamond lace halter strap princess style wedding gown. Her high heels are colored gold, a wedding tradition in Brazil. 
  • The church is grand and beautiful. D.va is excited, only ready to see her future husband’s face. Lucio is a bundle of emotions, but more then ready to become one with the love of his life. 
  • Efi is dressed in a beautiful green gown, tossing bright flower petals on the path to the alter. Her excitement is contagious, and Lucio smiles at her job well done. 
  • Walking down the aisle, D.va’s father is proud as he hands her to Lucio. The groom is crying, but D.va is smiling through her tears as well. 
  • The priest speaks the vows, Lucio and D.va accepting in the other’s native tongue. Once they are pronounced man and wife, they throw their arms around each other. Kissing as husband and wife as their family and friends burst out in joy.
  • After the celebration has ended, they take off to Korea. Their honey moon giving them time together and the chance to enjoy their first days as husband and wife alone. 
singer-inspired aesthetics
  • hozier: thunderstorms, lightning, full moons, sun softened peaches, distracting your lover at church, passionate yet hasty kisses, love marks, soft moans, picnics on sunny days, dark summers, painting your first apartment, road trips, stargazing with your lover, sleeping in cheap motels, praying to god that your lover will always stay.
  • lana del rey: red lipstick, cat-eye sun glasses, your boyfriend's denim jacket, roses, a glass of wine, flirting with your father's best friend, melting popsicles, large beach hats, swimming pools, american flags, red high heels, short dresses, diamond earrings, brushed out curls, riding on the back of your boyfriend's motorcycle.
  • melanie martinez: suburban nightmares, daddy's quiet conversations with other women, empty cradles, open window, sex in the back of your ex-boyfriend's car, ruffled white socks with dingy red shoes, lopsided bows, tight ponytails with ribbons tied around them, crooked teeth, messy lipstick marks on your lover's neck, little black heart earrings, stolen diamond bracelets, lace underwear under plaid skirts
  • halsey: leather jackets, chokers, sneaking out late at night, screams of 'we matter' ringing through the city, red stoplights, driving through desert roads, blue lipstick, making out at the train station, dirtied nail beds, cigarette buds with lipstick marks on them, dead flowers, ripped denim jeans, dirty sneakers, hiding tattoos from your parents, new piercings, pride flags held high, whispering 'i love you' through the phone.
  • zayn: freshly shaved heads, new tattoos, quiet days in, oversized hoodies, late nights smoking weed, good music playing in the background, gentle nibbles on your girlfriend's ear, protecting your friends, watching cartoons on saturday mornings like you used to, family dinners, long eyelashes, soft smiles, infectious laughter, sex in the late hours of the night, cooking for your lover, bollywood music, never imagining that you could get this far.
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FANCY WEAVE SILK and SATIN WEDDING DRESS, 1880.

2-piece, cream satin bodice trimmed in silk woven with gold tropical foliage, three quarter sleeve inset with silk diamond shapes, lace cuff and neckline with satin bows, back having foliate streamers with tassels and tabbed hem, trained skirt with patterned front having satin bows and swag with large bow and tassels, hem points over satin pleats, satin back with train edged in three rows of pleats, backed in stiffened gauze and lace.

Dean Winchester X Pregnant Reader

You curl up against the wall, your back against the corner of the small room your husband had loved and designed to his appeal. You would never let anyone touch this room, not even you.

You slowly got up, careful not to hit or move anything. You wanted everything to stay the same.

He will come home.

Or at least that was what you were hoping for.

He’d been gone for six months by now. Rotting away in an unimaginable place of torture. After all, it’s called Hell for a reason.

Your hand found its way to your swelling stomach. A bump forming on the abdomen.

A smile formed on your face, one of the first since the incident. The child was the only thing that would bring you joy. The only thing to give you hope. You were sure that if the demons knew that you were in this condition they would do anything to stop you from giving birth. Your brother in law knew this.

Sam Winchester had been watching you for a very long time and taking care of you since his brother’s death. He kept you in bed and Castiel contributed to the lockdown.

It was most surprising when he told you he was going on a hunt, leaving you alone to your own mischievous ways. You, however, weren’t exactly in the mood to play around so you volunteered to do research while he was gone. After you said your goodbyes you walked into your husband’s room for the first time since his death.
You realized that you had been dwelling on the past since you walked out of his room. Shaking your head clear, you walk down the hallway to the library to do as you promised to when Sam left.

Your quiet footsteps seemed to echo off of the corridor, dreading to walk past the kitchen where you and he had shared your first kiss.
~
“Dean, don’t-” you laughed as the older Winchester took out the flour that was cleverly hidden behind multiple boxes of pie and grabbed a handful of said product.

His fanfiction green eyes full of life and mischief and he stalked over to you, “ oh don’t worry (Y/n), I heard that flour is easy to wash out of dry hair.”

Your eyes widen as you felt a liquid run down from your head to your lower back, drenching your (H/l), (H/C) hair as you mentally curse for not being aware of such actions.

A warm body was pressed against your body before you only saw white. The dry taste filling your mouth. “Sorry (Y/n), you placed this on yourself,” Dean pointed out as he spinner you around, your hair covered in powder, “ don’t mess with my baby.”

You look at your best friend with a guilty face before you both realized how close you were.

Your (E/c) eyes locked with his green ones before looking down at his lips. You lean forward, feeling his warm breath mixing with your own. He forces his lips to meet your own, you kissing back immediately. A smile formed on his face as you wrapped your arms around his neck and his, your waist.

~

A tear fell from your eyes before you carried on to the library.

Once you made it to your destination you could hardly stand. Your back felt heavy and your stomach started to burn. You panted slightly before sitting down in one of the chairs. A sigh left your mouth before glancing at the chair next to yours. A book on the table infringes of it where it had been sitting for eight months.

You reached out and caressed the book gently in your fingers. You took the hardcover into your hand, the rough paper and inking bringing you pleasure. Your eyes scanned the book before opening it. On the first page were an angel warding sigil and a demon’s trap. You flipped through the pages.

~

You danced into the library’s open doors singing along to ’ Eye of the Tiger’ and your headphones plugged into your ears; You made your way around the rows of books until you reached out for a brown hard covered book that seemed to stick out more than the others. You danced back to the table that stood proudly in the center of the room. You sat next to your fiance that was humming along with your loud singing.

You kissed his cheek and turned off your phone, silencing the music along with the action.

“So,” Dean started, his arms wrapped around you as you began to open the front cover of the book, “ I was thinking about the case. I wanted to tell you that you are awesome, like, really awesome.”

You rolled your eyes and continued to read, a small smile forming on your lips. “Okay Dean, I get it. You love me, I love you. Let me read so I can find out how to kill this piece of trash,” you argued against Dean and flipped to the fifth page.

Dean grabbed your chin and lifted it up and kissed you passionately. His arms lifting you up and carrying you up the stairs into his room. You giggle before being put down on the bed.

~

You let out a forced sigh as you continued to search through the book, a picture caught your eye. A sword in the shape of lightning, silver and rusted. The sword that pierced through your husband, despite its dull look.

~

“Dean!” You screamed, the demon’s henchmen pulling you back and the knife falling out of your bruised hand.

The metal hit the ground with a loud scream.

You’re husband looked at you, his bright green iris being out ran but his dilated pupils. Blood slowly dropped out of his mouth, his white teeth stained in crimson.

Your (E/c) eyes widened and you choked back a sob, still fighting against the four demons that were holding you back.

You looked at his chest, the blade to the left of his his heart. He was bleeding profusely and you knew that if someone were to pull the blade out, he would bleed to death.

You prayed to Castiel, hoping that he would come by and save Dean and heal him.

Of course, Castiel didn’t answer and Dean fell to the floor with a thud.

Your mind froze, you couldn’t move.

A thousand thoughts ran through your mind and you couldn’t stand it anymore.


The weight was lifted off of you and you ran to your fading husband.

"Dean, you son of a bitch!” You screamed at him, your hands around his waist, “ I told you to bring Sam!” You hugged him, your body supporting his.

You felt the warm liquid bleed into your shirt and jacket but you ignored it. You squeezed him and cried into his neck.

You felt a hand on your back, “ (Y/n), I-I’m sorry. T-tell Sammy that I love him, will you? Also, w-when I die, pull the knife out of my heart and stab that son of a bitch straight in the head, please?”

You shook your head, “ Dean, you’re not gonna die. We’re going to have a family, right?” Your voice began to crack. “We’re going to go live in Kansas, raise our kids. Like how Bobby raised you! Please Dean, you need to stay alive!”

He smiled sweetly before looking you dead in the eyes, “ Do that for me, will you? Have a family and raise them how we were gonna raise ours. I love you (Y/n), I really do.” His hand left your back and he shallow breathing seized.

You let out a cry. Your head pounding and your throat. Sore from the constant profanity that you were screaming at the empty and distraught atmosphere.

Your eyes glared that the lightning bolt lodged into your lovers chest.

You gently wrapped a hand around it and pulled, blood glistening on the smooth sliver and diamond that laced said object. You threw the blade to the ground before coming to your senses.

Your mind was in a haze when you wrapped your hand around your phone. It’s ringing loud and clear in your head. You groaned and answered.

“(Y/n), is Dean with you? I need to speak with my brother. ” That was the moment when you choked and sobbed. Continuously repeating ‘sorry’.

Sam found you five minutes later, covering in a mixture of his brother and your’ blood.

~

A tear fell from your face, you slammed the book closed and shoved it off the table. It hid the ground and you turned around.

A knock came from the door.

You left the library and grabbed an angel blade out of the rack that was hidden behind the doors.

You look through the hole and saw Sam. You sighed in relief and opened the door. You arched an eyebrow at your brother-in laws appearance.

His face was swelling and he had a cut on his cheek but other then that he was perfectly fine.


Other then the fact that he was fiddling with his sleeve and mumbling.

You laughed lightly and stepped inside and waited for him to come inside. When he didn’t you stepped outside and almost fell over.

Tears began streaming down your face and your legs gave out on you. A pair of familiar arms held you up and close. You inhaled the sent and sighed. Your vision blurry with water.

"Come on cherry pie, you don’t expect me to leave you to raise our kid on your own. After all, we found that cute little safe house in Kansas. Remember? With the playground and charms everywhere?”

You looked into the green eyes that you’ve always loved and smiled, “ ‘Course I do, and that they would grow up loved and badass like their family.”

You smiled and pulled him in for a loving kiss. Savoring the lips that you hadn’t felt in what seemed like eternity.

Sam coughed, “ seriously though, I need help cooking all the I’m sorry pies, and your the only one who can bake pies here. Help me, please (Y/n).”

You laughed before pulling down the taller sibling and you sighed in content.

"I loved you guys, so much.”

"We love you too.”

The Greatest Thing You’ll Ever Learn

So since my blog got deleted, over the next few weeks I’ll be reposting most of my old one shots. 

Summary:

A Lieutenant Duckling AU loosely based on the film Moulin Rouge. But with a happy ending.

Word Count: ~8k


The greatest thing you’ll ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return.

-/-

“I’m joining the Navy, father, with Liam.”

Davey Jones glowered at his son. “Fine, if you want to throw your life away, serving the king, instead of earning a good living at the shop, then so be it. Just don’t come back here complaining to me because the life of a penniless sailor wasn’t as good as you thought it would be.”

That was the last time Killian Jones saw his father.

-/-

“Bring her in, lads,” called Captain Liam Jones called to the crew as the eased the Jewel of the Realm into port.

The docked near a small town on the outskirts of Belle and Rumplestiltskin’s kingdom. Montmartre it was called.

Belle’s kingdom had an alliance with Queen Snow White and King David’s Kingdom, so the Jewel and its crew received civil welcome.

The local dance hall and pub was an establishment by the name of the Rouge, and it was where the gentlemen, sailors, officers and the like went if they had an empty evening to fill.

The star of the Rouge was a woman called the Sparkling Diamond, and it was rumored that she was the most beautiful woman in all the realms.

The crew of the Jewel was eager to have an evening off after weeks at sea.

“Here,” said Liam, tossing his younger brother some fine garments that they had procured at a foreign port.

“What is this for?” asked Killian.

The Rouge is a gentlemen’s club, and you should look the part.“

"Everyone else is wearing their naval garb,” said Killian.

“Yes, but your uniform needs to be tailored. You’ll wear this. Who knows, you might catch the eye of the Sparkling Diamond.”

Killian grinned nervously. “One can only hope.”

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