love a clever girl

I love how young girls think they’re so clever and seductive when really I’m calling all the shots and they’ll be bent over soon losing their virginity and their dignity.

Prince Aladdin

i just rewatched aladdin with the roommates and it got me thinking

aladdin wishes to be made a prince, but all genie does is get him a lot of stuff and money. that’s not what a prince is. a prince is the son of the king, someone in line for the throne. someone with a lot of money is just - rich. so what i think is:

genie goes okay, that’s a big one - and i can do it! but not on my own, not if you want to do it right. not if you truly want a chance to marry your princess for real, as a prince. and aladdin is a foolish, moral, kind boy - and he agrees. he’s fallen in love with jasmine, an innocent all encompassing love, and he’ll do anything for this sweet, clever girl he only knew for a few hours. so genie takes him across the desert, far from agrabah, and plops right in the middle of a skirmish and is like okay, good luck! and aladdin is like ?????

but there’s assholes with swords attacking a young girl, and aladdin doesn’t even have to think about that, just like when he stood in front of the whip for those little kids. there are three men against him, but he’s fast and clever and has been against a dozen trained palace guards. so it’s not easy to get out of there alive, especially with the little girl to protect, but he manages it with only a thin slice on his upper arm, and he’s endured worse for less. so he picks up the little girl and says “i think we should get out of here, hmm?” and she’s in a pretty red silk getup with tiny jewels encrusted on her like stars against sunset. and she nods and throws her arms around his neck. she won’t talk, only points in the direction of home, but aladdin’s okay with that, he’s used to quiet, scared kids. so he keeps up a steady stream of stories of agrabah, which seems almost like this other desert land. but there are more men with swords and aladdin is like what the fuck is going on, but he hides the girl in a corner and fights them too. and that’s how it goes all the way home. there’s no one on the streets really, and they all scatter when the men attack, and they keep on attacking, he fights his way all the way through the city with the girl on his hip or hidden away.

and he should have known, of course, but he was tired and bruised and bleeding by the time he realized the little girl is silently guiding him to the palace and he’s like why can’t you princesses stay inside??? but he walks up and the guards get one look at the child in his arms and whisk him through and multiple people try to take the girl away but she won’t budge from him, a stubborn pout to her lips as her hands remained locked behind his neck. and he’s finally tossed into a throne room where a tall old man is sitting in agony and two young men pace in front of him, each at least a decade older than aladdin. “they’ve taken our sister!” one of the younger men hiss, “i don’t care about their power or their connections, they’ve taken esfir, and we must go get her!”

“uh,” he clears his throat, “hi?”

and all three men whirl on him and the old man stumble-runs to him. esfir finally lets go of aladdin to picked up and twirled around by her father. the two men are rahim and shapur and they look in wonder at this dirty boy of fifteen who’s returned the girl to them, and he speaks with an accent and clearly is not from here and they get the story from him - he’s traveled across the desert because those in his own country want him dead. “you know,” rahim says as the king clutches at esfir in desperate relief, “you could have held her for ransom. you almost died saving her, and we would have paid handsomely to have her returned safely.”

and aladdin gives him a flat disapproving look, appearing in this moment four times his age, and says “people are not objects or bargaining chips. especially not lost little girls.” and rahim and shapur share an impressed conspiring look and they each grab one of his arms and lead him away. “hey! what are you -”

“do be quiet little brother,” shapur says cheerfully, “we really have to get you out of your rags.”

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THE SIGNS AS DEVELOPED VS UNDERDEVELOPED

As children, we are our moon signs. In adolescence our sun sign starts making an appearance, but is clumsy and underdeveloped. Here are examples what the underdeveloped sign is like, versus the mature and fully developed sign. Sometimes, our sun sign never fully develops until middle age or never at all.

Aries Underdeveloped: Brash, aggressive, violent, impulsive. (The Incredible Hulk from Marvel)

Originally posted by gameraboy


Aries Developed: Lively, optimistic, brave, strong. (Jasmine from Disney’s Aladdin)

Originally posted by animated-disney-gifs


Taurus Underdeveloped: Greedy, stubborn, lazy, possessive. (Homer Simpson from The Simpsons)

Originally posted by dropneurons


Taurus Developed: Gentle, determined, protective, generous. (Katniss Everdeen from the Hunger Games)

Originally posted by mockingjaysource


Gemini Underdeveloped: Manipulative, anxious, flighty, “two-faced”. (Loki from Marvel)

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid


Gemini Developed: Intelligent, curious, adaptable, friendly (Rapunzel from Disney’s Tangled)

Originally posted by petcanadian


Cancer Underdeveloped: Temperamental, self-pitying, pessimist, clingy. (Dudley Dursley from Harry Potter)

Originally posted by dziesiemdziesiat


Cancer Developed: Creative, loving, protective, leader. (Sailor Moon from Sailor Moon)

Originally posted by ayaarin


Leo Underdeveloped: Vain, power-hungry, domineering, calculating. (Uncle Scar from Disney’s The Lion King)

Originally posted by anisspotter

Leo Developed: Warm, generous, confident, loyal. (Mufasa from Disney’s The Lion King)

Originally posted by iclalove


Virgo Underdeveloped: Cold, unwelcoming, solitary, afraid. (Elsa, in the beginning of Disney’s Frozen)

Originally posted by weissrose


Virgo Developed: Smart, witty, independent, analytical. (Hermione Granger from Harry Potter)

Originally posted by pansyknowsallthingspotter


Libra Underdeveloped: Catty, sly, self-absorbed, indecisive. (Regina George from Mean Girls)

Originally posted by certan


Libra Developed: Charismatic, peace-loving, clever, fair. (Elle Woods from Legally Blonde)

Originally posted by queenc-x


Scorpio Underdeveloped: Intimidating, jealous, demanding, secretive. (Marla Singer from Fight Club)

Originally posted by voldemortunannesi


Scorpio Developed: Intuitive, faithful, determined, unafraid. (Natasha Romanova i.e. Black Widow from Marvel)

Originally posted by return-of-the-meatloaf


Sagittarius Underdeveloped: Chaotic, uncaring, careless, arrogant. (Harley Quinn from DC Comics)

Originally posted by warnerbrosuk


Sagittarius Developed: Endlessly optimistic, honest, adventurous, quick-witted. (Anna from Disney’s Frozen)

Originally posted by thedisneyprincessposts-blog

Capricorn Underdeveloped: Selfish, apathetic, serious, frugal. (Voldemort from Harry Potter)

Originally posted by yerr-a-wizard-harry


Capricorn Developed: Disciplined, motivated, reliable, logical. (Batman from DC Comics)

Originally posted by andresisbatman


Aquarius Underdeveloped: Controlling, aloof, special snowflake, extremists. (Violet Harmon from American Horror Story Murder House)

Originally posted by d--naichingeru--b


Aquarius Developed: Friendly, entertaining, unique, inventive. (Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter)

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines


Pisces Underdeveloped: Unpredictable, paranoid, escapist, irresponsible. (Cassie Ainsworth from Skins)

Originally posted by guavananas


Pisces Developed: Selfless, compassionate, eccentric, sensitive. (Alice from Disney’s Alice in Wonderland)

Originally posted by lewis-carroll

Super fabulous YA lit meme → Five protagonists || 1/5: Julie Beaufort-Stewart, Code Name Verity

I am no longer afraid of getting old. Indeed I can’t believe I ever said anything so stupid. So childish. So offensive and arrogant.
But mainly so very, very stupid. I desperately want to grow old.

anonymous asked:

can I please have a Shouto scenario where he wants to impress his s/o by being more "romantic", but he doesn't really understand how, so he tries asking Izuku, but then ends up getting more help than he hoped for. Anyway, long story short, he goes up to his s/o and gives her a super cheesy and common pick up line or something? That would be fun to read ;D

first scenario y’all, & thank you so much for the lovely request anon, I had fun writing it!♡

Todoroki Shouto

Shouto had never doubted himself whenever he was with you. It was a little difficult to explain, but he knew clearly that whenever you were around, he felt more at ease. Comfortable, even. You constantly made him feel loved and showered him with attention throughout your relationship with the dual hair-coloured boy.

But somehow, that was starting to become a problem to him. It had gotten himself stuck in an unreal predicament, and it began pestering him even more and more lately. It just all dawned on him that you were the one doing all of those nice things to him, while he was just shamelessly accepting your love without giving much in return.

He was never the romantic type to begin with, and he knew that you were okay with that. And yet he couldn’t help but feel guilty for not having directly shown the amount of affection he felt for you. He felt downright horrible, and had even started avoiding you until he could figure out a more rational course of action.

Both his time and choices were running thin, and it was coming to a point where he was desperate for help. There was only one person that came to mind if it was about solving this particular issue.

“C-could you please repeat that, Todoroki-kun?” The green-haired boy furrowed his brows, taken aback by the sudden question. Shouto didn’t seem bothered though, so he asked again.

“What can I do to be romantic?”

Izuku gulped, and was desperately trying to find a way to avoid having to answer the odd inquiry. Luckily for him, he noticed both Iida and Ochako heading towards him. He let out a sigh of relief.

“Hey, you two wanna come sit with us?” She offered with a smile. Izuku nodded his head nervously, glancing over to Shouto, who still seemed to be troubled but didn’t refrain from coming along.

The four of them sat across the table, where Iida began consume his meal and Ochako was about to strike a conversation. Izuku looked at Shouto again, and somehow, the boy managed to look even more serious with his intentions.

“Can I please ask for some advice?” The question was directed towards both of his new company. Shouto didn’t want to waste any more time with his journey on finding a legitimate answer. It no longer mattered who he had to ask. As long as they could offer a reliable response, it was fine.

“What is it, Todoroki-kun?” Ochako casually said as she took another bite of her food. Iida on the other hand, seemed more determined to help their friend, and Shouto wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

“Could you please tell me what I have to do to be romantic?” 

Ochako nearly choked on her food, but tried her best to put on her largest grin so that she wouldn’t offend him. Iida’s reaction was basically a gasp, but even Ochako wasn’t sure what kind of sound had just escaped his lips. Izuku could only sigh as he hid his face in his hands.

“Right, we must help our fellow friend in need!” Iida was the first to have a say in the subject. He really did seem genuinely determined, and the others appreciated his efforts.

“Then what should I do?” Shouto asked, feeling just a little overwhelmed.

“Well, Todoroki-kun, my brother once told me that girls are usually drawn to confidence, you see.” Iida began, making odd gestures with his hands as he spoke. Shouto took his words to heart.

“Confidence?” He repeated, despite not being so sure.

“Yes, indeed! Don’t you agree, Uraraka?” He turned to the said girl, who could only squeak at the mention of her name. She fumbled around with her words at first, but finally managed to muster up what was a proper sentence.“Just don’t be a jerk, and you’re all good.”

“Hmm, I see.” Shouto drowned himself in his thoughts again. He knew that just being nice to you wouldn’t be enough, he had to go out of his way and do something bold. But what could he possibly do? 

“Love problems, huh?” A head suddenly popped up from behind their table. It was Denki, who had apparently caught up on their little shenanigans, and didn’t mind coming off as an eavesdropper. Nobody could blame him though, his table was right next to theirs, and considering how loud they were talking, it wasn’t easy to just ignore the chance to join in. “That’s easy, dude. Just tell (y/n) a pick-up line and she would probably swoon.”

Shouto raised a brow. “A pick-up line?”

“Yeah, like something sweet but also clever. Girls love that stuff.”

The poor boy was genuinely confused, and had to endure a small debate that had accumulated between his friends over such a short span of time. They began tossing opinions back and forth between eachother, trying to find the most suitable pick-up line for Shouto to use. He sighed, deciding his plan had backfired, and just maybe, that his friends were just as hopeless as he was when it came to these sort of things. 

After a while, a few votes were counted, and everyone finally agreed on a pick-up line. They repeated the sentence for the third time now, and yet Shouto still didn’t get it. It was a little frustrating for everyone involved.

“I… Don’t understand …” He confessed, causing a series of groans to errupt. “Why can’t I just directly tell her that she’s beautiful, then?”

“Because–!” Ochako was just about to offer the most rational excuse she could think of, but she just sighed when she realized it was futile. It wasn’t like she expected Shouto to understand this time around. She was still thankful when Izuku covered for her though.

“Todoroki-kun… I think what she’s trying to say is that… You should just trust us on this one. It could work, I mean,” Izuku scratched his head nervously. Frankly, he wasn’t sure himself whether it was even a good idea to begin with.

Shouto didn’t reply for a moment, and when he did, it was just a nod. Everyone exchanged glances, attempting to decode whether the boy had agreed or turned down their idea. They immideately got an answer. “I’ll try my best, thank you.”

There was still a small amount of lunchtime left, but Shouto had decided that he would use it wisely. He finally got back to the class, where he assumed to find you. He was right. There you were, sitting all alone in the practically empty classroom, staring at a book that you didn’t even seem interested in. He could tell because you had a frown etched on your face, and you looked like you were thinking about something unpleasant. He, of course, hoped that despite whatever was troubling you, he could still make you feel somewhat better. Even if this really was a stupid idea.

The moment he stepped in, you snapped your head in his direction. You were just about to smile at him, but refrained, and turned back to your book. This upset him a little, especially because he didn’t know if he had done something wrong to have earned the silent treatment from you.

He didn’t say anything, until he took the risky chance to sit beside you. Still, you didn’t say a single word, almost as if he wasn’t there.

“(y/n)?”

You turned to him with the same frown on your face, waiting for him to go on.

“Did I do something wrong?” Now he seemed nearly as equally upset as you were. You closed the book you were holding and finally fully averted your attention towards the concerned boy.

“I could say the exact same thing. You’ve been avoiding me all day.” You whined, looking down onto your lap out of shame. You didn’t neccesarily enjoy acting all spoiled like this or pleading for his attention, but you felt particularly gloomy today and all you wanted was to talk to him and melt your terrible mood away. But the moment you stepped into class that morning, the first thing he did was walk away before you even had the chance to so much as say hi. And when you wanted to try again during lunchtime, he did the same thing. You even noticed him sit with Izuku and his friends, and you couldn’t help but admit that you felt a tad bit jealous. Sure, your boyfriend had his days when he didn’t feel like talking to anyone except you, but today was the complete opposite, and that striked you as odd.

“I’m sorry, (y/n). I didn’t mean to.” He said, leaning in for a hug that you gladly accepted. You burried your face in his chest, taking in his scent that you had grown to adore.

“At least tell me if you don’t feel like talking to me next time.” You absentmindedly began tracing circles on his chest. It was something he had never admitted out loud, but he always adored you when you did that.

“I’m sorry,” He apologized again. “It’s a long story, I promise I’ll explain later.”

You let him be, and indulged in the time you had left to stay curled up in his embrace. This was exactly what you needed all day, and you were beyond pleased to have finally gotten it.

Shouto on the other hand, was a little nervous with what he had initially planned on doing. Now or never, he assured himself, taking a deep breath before he began.

“Hey, (y/n)?”

You hummed back.

“Did it hurt?”

“What?” It felt like a strange question, so you looked up at him with one of your brows raised. “That’s not funny. I was seriously upset, you jerk.”

“No, I meant… When you fell down from heaven.”

Silence. Very brief and awkward silence. Then you laughed so hard you thought for sure you’d pop a lung. Shouto was so confused you had nearly pitied him, but you were too busy wiping the tears from the corner of your eye.

It took a while for you to regain your composure, and then you looked at him with a warm smile.

“I’m sorry, Shouto. That was sweet.” You gave him a peck on his cheek, causing him to freeze out of surprise. A blush adorned his face. “But I think that explains your strange behaviour today.”

A small pout made its way onto his features. You giggled, giving him another peck on the cheek. Gosh you had to stop before this poor boy turns into the shade of a tomato.

Strange Magic sentence starter

1. “Wait, is that… the guy?” 

2. “Teaching moment! There are no shortcuts to love.” 

3. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, walking in here.”

4. “I hope you’ve got a strong stomach.” 

5. “I know s/he’s a girl/guy who falls in love with every guy/girl s/he sees, but this is ridiculous.” 

6. “You know, I really enjoyed our fight, but I’ll be taking my sister/brother home now.” 

7. “S/he stays here until I get the potion back.” 

8. “You cheated on me, remember?” 

9. “Do you think _____ loves me as much as I love him/her?”

10. “You got me to leave my castle. Clever girl/boy.”

11. “Man, those goblins work fast.”

12. “You fight well, for a fairy.”

13. “Well, if s/he’s looking for trouble, s/he’s come to the right place.”

14. “Okay, look, you little thing, I’m a guy/girl who usually enjoys a good joke, even at my own expense. But right now, I am not in a ‘ha ha’ frame of mind, I’m in a ‘augh!’ frame of mind.”

15. “You’ll be a stronger ruler with a king/queen at your side.”

16. “I’m stronger alone.”

17. “I promise, if I find a guy out there who takes my hand, looks me in the eye, and I don’t want to hit him, I’ll consider it.”

18. “Believe you me, there can be unforeseen consequences.”

19. “If you think making the potion’s dangerous, wait ‘til you use it.”

20. “Promise to stop talking?”

21. “S/he wants the potion! Loves to spread it around like goblin dung.”

22. “This one’s too feisty. Go get the smaller one.”

23. “Release my sister/brother, you scaly-backed cockroach!” 

24. “I’m a sucker for sweet, pretty singing.” 

25. “Lock this crazy creature in the dungeon.” 

26. “I hate princesses.” 

27. “Oh no, not another princess!” 

28. “Well, at least you’re not singing.” 

29. “The beast has awoken.” 

30. “Don’t you have a comb?” 

31. “I hate riddles.” 

32. “I do believe that is the ugliest creature I have ever seen.” 

33. “She was the most beautiful creature I ever saw.” 

34. “I’m too hideous to love.”

35. “Try thinking of this as an adventure.” 

36. “I wouldn’t follow me if I were you.” 

37. “Deal’s off.” 

38. “I wanted a wedding, and now I’m getting a funeral.” 

39. “What were you thinking? A beast like you, falling for a cutie like ____.” 

40. “My life’s flashing before my eyes! Hey, I used to be hot.” 

41. “Are you… back?” 

42. “Woah! Didn’t mean to sound so cute.”

43. “Cute actually works for you.”  

44. “Please don’t sing.” 

45. “I smell romance.”

wanderlustlastsforever  asked:

I Will give you my firstborn if you could do a chapter on the Vietnam AU where Jamie is jealous or Frank And Claire meet again

Vietnam AU

“Bree! You got some mail!”

Six-year-old William Fraser theatrically slammed Lallybroch’s old, heavy front door, rattling the blue vases carefully arranged on the window ledge. For the past year he had delighted in trekking the half-mile gravel track connecting the Big House to the main road, emptying the giant mailbox, and bearing all the letters and packages and magazines for the four Frasers (not including Murtagh and Suzette, who had their own cabin and mailbox) and eight Murrays who lived cozily in the four-story house that great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandpa James Fraser had constructed himself more than two hundred years before.

Cousins Ian and Kitty scampered in from the parlor, where cousin Michael kept pounding away at an old song – something about boats in the sky – on the worn piano.

“Anything for us?”

William staggered under the weight of the mail. “Don’t know – let’s go into the dining room to find out.”

Ian and Kitty raced ahead, clearing one end of the long mahogany table – crafted (they were told) by great-great-great-grandfather Simon Fraser right after the War Between The States – and watched William spill dozens of envelopes onto the polished surface.

“Will?” There was Brianna – aged seventeen – rubbing a crick on the back of her neck. William knew Mama and Da were a bit worried for her these days – she spent *so* much time studying for that SAT test, so that she could get into a good college…

“Yes! Highlights!” Ian exclaimed, grabbing the brightly-colored magazine and dashing toward the sitting room, heedless of the envelopes that showered to the ground.

Kitty sighed as she bent to clean up Ian’s mess. William squinted at the pile. “Hi Bree – you got some more college envelopes and magazines.”

“Oh cool – do you know from where?”

Now she joined them at the table, but not before pulling her brother – much younger, and so beloved – close for a quick hug.

She felt him shrug against her. “I don’t know. It all looks the same.”

Footsteps echoed in the hallway from the study.

“William! Did you get the mail again?” Da breezed in, pencil over his ear, hair all mussed – evidence of deep thinking.

Brianna pulled away from her brother to tear into her pile of envelopes.

“I did!” William exclaimed, smiling as his father ruffled his dark curls.

“Thanks, buddy – you know how much we all appreciate it. Anything for me?”

“Bree got some more college stuff. Doesn’t look like anything fun for you.”

Kitty finally found what she had been looking for – the new kit of paper dolls in 18th-century clothing – and quietly retreated upstairs to share with her sisters.

Jamie pulled out a chair to sit while sifting through the pile, then pulled out another one for Brianna, already engrossed in her mail.

“What did you get today, love?” he asked gently.

“Some more course catalogues…informational packets…and a magazine,” she replied absently. “More stuff to read.”

“From where?” Ah – there it was, last month’s feed bill for the horses and sheep. A quick glance to William – now busy sorting mail by the recipient’s name – before returning his attention to his daughter. His miracle.

“Virginia Tech…MIT…Georgia Tech…Duke…”

Jamie lay a gentle hand on Brianna’s forearm – and her eyes snapped up to meet his. His own eyes looked back at him – and not for the first time, he was amazed at how much of himself he saw in her.

“You know you’ll get into everywhere you apply, right? You’re smart, and you work hard, and you’ll be successful.”

She pursed her lips – eyes wide – and nodded.

“Just enjoy this time. It’s so exciting – you’ll have so many choices in your life, and you’ll do so many great things with that mind of yours. Don’t let any of this intimidate you.”

“I know, Da.” Her voice was quiet – hesitant. But confident. “If you and Mama keep telling me, that must make it true.”

Then she blessed him with a smile – and his heart melted as much as it had that first time she had smiled at him when she was just a few weeks old.

A daughter nearly grown – where had all the time gone?

The side door slammed – which only meant one thing –

“Mama!” William raced toward the kitchen, abandoning his task.

“Hello, love! *Ciamar a tha thu?*” Jamie and Brianna shared a smile as Claire’s voice echoed through the house.

Jamie shook his head. “She’ll always have that accent when she speaks the Gaidhlig. Unlike you, and me, and Will, and the rest of our family – she didn’t grow up speaking it. And it’s so hard for your mouth to learn new sounds without it sounding terrible.”

William’s muffled exclamations to his mother in the Gaidhlig grew louder.

“I’m just grateful we can speak it, Da.” Brianna tidied her magazines into a neat pile on the table. “It’s like our secret language. And I know it’ll make me stand out on my college applications!”

He shook his head incredulously – clever girl. And then –

“Hello loves!” There she was, William hoisted on her hip like a wee monkey, smiling broadly at her redheads.

“Hi Mama! Look what came today!”

Dr. Claire Fraser strode around the table and settled into the chair Jamie pulled out for her – easing William onto her lap and bending for a quick kiss from her husband.

Brianna pushed the magazine from Duke toward her mother. “This one looks really cool – they have a great engineering program, but there are so many other things to study, too.”

“Raleigh – not too far. And yes it’s a fantastic school.”

William settled against her shoulder – just enjoying being held by his mother – and Jamie opened the magazine on the tabletop, flanked by his women.

“Let’s see…table of contents…alumni in the news…recent publications by professors…here’s a new building going up…”

Absently he thumbed through the pages one by one –

And then Claire’s hand darted out, slamming to the table.

William – startled out of his hazy half-sleep – gasped in surprise.

Brianna watched her mother’s hand lay flat on the page, then slowly draw her fingers inward to clench into a fist.

“Mama?” So confused.

Then Claire gently scooted William to Jamie’s lap, stood, and quietly left the dining room.

“Mama!” Brianna called. “What’s wrong? What is going on?”

Panicked, she turned to her father. To see his face almost white with shock.

“Da? You’re scaring me – what is it?”

Only then did she turn her attention to the page. A small article, just a few paragraphs, in the “Alumni News” section. Something about a substantial donation to the school, to endow a program in the history department. Made by someone in California. Frank Randall, class of ’62. And there was even a picture of him – looking straight into the camera, not smiling, ensconced in a stuffy office.

“Da?”

Jamie pursed his lips. “Can you mind William? I need to talk to your Mama. Wait here.”

Wordlessly she opened her arms, and William snuggled against her, and she watched her father stride out of the dining room. Heading upstairs, to the master bedroom.

With her free hand she pulled the magazine closer, squinting at the photograph of this man who ran a real estate business in northern California. Had amassed a fortune, and given much of it to the school. Something about having no children of his own, and wanting others to benefit from his labors.

Gently she stroked William’s back, soothing.

Waiting, and thinking, and worrying, until Mama and Da came back into the room, holding hands.

Unknown territory

Originally posted by theshapeshifterss

Fandom: Twillght
Pairing: Paul Lahote x Reader
Word Count: 2.421

Requested by Anon:  On the Paul imagine I have an idea where he of course imprints on the reader but he’s scared to tell her but she makes him made by saying she like one of the others so he admits it. Is that OK?

A/N: Hey sweety! Here is your Paul Imagine. I tried to write it  a little different so …. I hope it came out alright :) Enjoy!. 


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anonymous asked:

moscow is like 2 minutes too long and just exists for setup its the worst comet song

you did NOT just come into my askbox, suggest that a single second within moscow is not golden and beautiful and perfect, and then outright say to me that it’s the worst comet song. you did NOT. here’s a breakdown as to why moscow is literally the best song in the entire album:

  • RAHZ DVA TRI!
  • the entire beat to this song makes me want to dance and sway my hips and just outright have a blast. 
  • those sweet sweet russian names!
  • “you must call me sonya…” “WEEL-COME!, WEELCOME TO MOSCOW,! WHERE FADED AND FADING PRINCESSES LIVE… I’LL TAAKE YOU WHERE YOU MUST GO”
  • my gawwd-daughter, my favorite natasha, i will touch you on the cheek!!!”
  • sonya and natasha’s voices together is absolutely life-changing, they are so beautiful and the instruments in the background of this part are wonderful
  • sonyushka bonjour 
  • the second time grace mclean does the first two lines of the chorus and it still shakes u to ur core
  • natasha and sonya making fun of marya d. and then sonya complimenting her and natasha saying that she loves her :)
  • the humming section… so soft and beautiful and a kind break within the rush of all of this 
  • this isn’t obvious without having seen the show but sonya is so absolutely adorable during this song because she’s kind of being comically forgotten by marya d. and she’s almost getting frustrated with her and yet it’s so pure
  • “then you’ll read to me while i KNIT!”
  • sonya singing “her goddaughter, her favorite natsaha, she will touch on the cheek!” and then her SQUEAK
  • marya d.’s change in tone, “WELL, now, we’ll talk!” 
  • “i blush happily :)!” 
  • the OOOOLD FELLOW’S CROCHETY 
  • that thing that grace mclean’s voice does at “but YOU’RE a CLEVER GIRL”
  • that final strong note! love it! 

GOOD EVENING BILL POTTS SAVED THE WORLD WITH THE POWER OF LOVE THANK U VERY MUCH AND GOODNIGHT

anonymous asked:

What is your opinion on queen Letizia Ortiz?

I love my girl Leti. I love that she is hardworking. I love that she was a journalist. I love that she is daring. I love that she is intelligent and dedicated. I love how much she worked to make a name for herself. I love that she was middle class. I love how much she loves babies and kids. I love how obvious it is how much she loves her husband and how much she wants to protect her girls. I love that she loves to read and tries to do so, at least, a little each day. I love that she is a leftist and I love that she was a republican and, yet, it never stopped her to marry for love and to do her duty with passion and great interest. I love that she is warm and supportive. And, man, how much I love that she plays her own rules when it comes to fashion and hairstyling.

Anyway, I love Leti!