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A Book of Headcannons!

Ok, I have never really gotten a chance to make headcannons for Jacob so here goes nothing. These are all original so if you see something that you have written about, do let me know so I can remove it. These are all based on our 1800s Jacob, nothing modern, and purely out of spontaneous scenarios in my head so I could probably be wrong in around 80% of them. Either way, hope you like this!

Originally posted by smolprompto

- Yes, Jacob has no patience. He can give you like 5 seconds of his patience, even if you mean the world to him, but nothing more. The man doesn’t have time to wait yet you better wait for him. Oh, yes.
- Beware if you try and sneak up to him playfully.
- Don’t lose your head over his way of talking to you. 
- You either love him or hate him. No in between.
- Loyalty should be like his middle name. Though perhaps never learning the whole “Don’t trust anyone” way of living, Jacob is unconditional to a person he deems good for him or that their cause if worthy of his time and his view of justice. The man means no harm when trusting even a rock, but half the time he has no idea what’s in store for him thanks to this small little flaw of his.
- Of course he’s self conscious of his good looks but he uses them only to get what he wants. Jacob, as usual, has no time to be thinking why do the ladies fall for his charm because he’s into business. And don’t confuse that seductive look on his eyes as flirting, though he surely is an expert.
- No, he can careless of your looks if you’re a person that represents something important to him. The last thing on his mind is finding perfection when he is so misunderstood and all he seeks is someone that can accept him as he is and love him dearly.
- Yes, he’s lazy.
- Scars? Well, as much as he could pretend he doesn’t mind the probable scars on him, it does bother him that he finds them everywhere and some will be permanent. 
- He was born to be understood, not to understand.
- Jacob loves a good laugh.
- He drinks, but not because he enjoys alcohol, but because it helps numb the pain in his poor little heart. The man has issues, y’all.
- The only reason why he doesn’t sleep on the ground is because he doesn’t have time to stop running all over the place.
- Jacob only desires good for the world, despite how terrible his attempts are at making it better.

Originally posted by victoriandamefrye

- His hobbies? Having a good time with his gang or sleeping.
- Give him hugs often, he loves those.
- Yes, he’s sensible to smells and he will let you know if something either will make him vomit or will drive him nuts with euphoria.
- The words ‘quiet’, ‘discreet’, ‘plan’, ‘logic’, and, ‘lose’ are among many out of his vocabulary.
- He can knock you out with a slap, if he feels like it.
- Yes, he eats like there’s no tomorrow.
- Ezio Auditore da Firenze? More like Ezio Aduditore da LA LA LA.
- Don’t annoy him with silly talk. He’s got better things to do.
- No, he isn’t intentionally funny but everyone is so blinded by him that anything he says could be turned funny but he won’t understand why. 
- He’s a devil, and he knows it!
- Play with him because he loves to compete and win! Hide-and-seek, tag, fishing, soccer, anything! He won’t say no!
- Yes, he could be crowned the best daddy in the whole universe. Like, actually dad. But…though he doesn’t know it, he’s also a daddy.

Originally posted by britishfryes

- No! Not the hair!
- He doesn’t mind the stares on his facial scars but don’t stare for too long. There’s too much beauty around to be staring at only that.
- Definitely has a sweet tooth.
- Yes, he loves to smile.
- And he cannot do the ice treatment. He has no practice in that nor will he ever.
- Don’t even bother test his limits. He will prove you wrong even if that means losing half of London in the process.
- Fear? Um, yes he actually does feel it a lot but does a good job at getting over it and turning it to courage in seconds.
- No time to ask questions! 
- He will forever love you if you manage to somehow get him a bed big enough that fits in the train just for him.
- He knows he can sweet-talk you into anything he wants and you will leave him in awe if you somehow manage to not fall under his spell. Still, he won’t give up. He always has it his way.
- He can observe your for a minute and know your strengths and weaknesses.
- Yes, he loves to be intimidating.
- He’s bad at jokes and he doesn’t get them anyways.
- He’s not as romantic as many imagine him. He’s too much of a kid and expects you to pamper him, not the other way around but if you do your job well, the reward will be delicious.
- Keep your distance. Jacob likes his space even if he invades yours.

Originally posted by assassinscreedstuff

- He’s smart, but just street smart.
- Don’t be surprised to see him getting chased. What’s work without a little fun?
- He won’t laugh at dark humor; that’s not up his alley.
- Politics? Could we get some ice-cream instead?
- Tell him you love him; the way he will tell you the same will send shivers down your spine.
- He’s eager for an adventure even if he’s beat and is dying to sleep.
- He hates complaining but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t think it.
- Good luck trying to catch him.
- He doesn’t do hand-holding. He’s more of a side hugger.
- He loves originality. Surprise him!
- Don’t pull a prank on him, though.
- No Jake, Jay, or Joseph. It’s Jacob!
- He rolls his eyes often. It’s his way of showing you how much he cares.
- He always pays. Always.
- Watch your words with him because he won’t forget any conversation he has with you.
- Don’t try and get sarcastic with him. That makes him mad.
- Jacob will not listen to anyone that put boundaries to him. He will rub it in your face he does what he wants…LIKE A BOSS.
- He will likely reborn a parrot.
- And lastly,
Jacob Frye, no matter what, will be a person that you will never, ever, be able to forget once you had the delight to lie your eyes on him.

If you liked these and want some more, let me know in your replies! I was trying to stay as real as possible but I mean, we all got different perspectives on him. Either way, leave a comment if you want another book! I had fun making this one! If you want to use an exact headcannon of mine, please give credit! It wasn’t easy coming up with these many so do me a favor and tag or mention me! Thank you all!

TFW Cheritz announces a Valentine’s Update to Mystic Messenger and said update is still unavailable

Originally posted by alaskadiangelo

I was in love with her.”
“I think everyone was, at least a little bit. That was the way she was. You either loved her or pretended you didn’t.
—  from an unfinished story #679

@outsideallboxes​ said: I associate you with Blooming and foxes

3 months ago i asked for palette/subject suggestions and i’m just now getting around to the rest of them :x i’ve been getting strong sleepover vibes lately so ! here’s me living vicariously through some fox girls 💖

also! i’m opening up commissions for the break! hit me up if you’re interested!


Embrace the acne scars, embrace the chicken pox scars, embrace the eyebrow scars.

Your ‘imperfections’ make you who you are, and who you are is beautiful.

Spread love and positivity; this world is too full of hate, so let’s not add to it 💖

Kiss It Better (Lams)

CHAPTER ONE: “Can You Kiss it Better?”

summary: They felt less like two individual people, and rather two hearts that beat in time with each other, bound to the same rhythm. And with such a calm and blissful future ahead of them, why not shake it up? Family isn’t a home, it isn’t making small talk over dinner. It’s love, the genuine kind that could rarely be found, and how lucky this family was to have found it in such an unlikely place.

word count: 3008

“Can you kiss it better?”

John Laurens tore himself away from his computer, eyes meeting the six year old’s helpless gaze. “I’m sorry?”

“Can you kiss it better?” she repeated in a small and shaky voice. Eyes flicking down to the floor, she continued, voice growing stronger as she carried on. “That’s what my daddy does when I get hurt. He kisses it better.”

Her eyes told no tales of sorrow, yet she looked up at him in such a manner that John felt as though his heart was being ripped from his chest. “Martha.” He knelt in front of the first grader and placed his hands on her trembling shoulders. “Can you tell me what happened?”

Martha kept her gaze fixed solely on the ground instead of looking at John. “I fell off the swing.”

“Did Theo push you?” John asked, keeping his voice soft and gentle in hopes that it would make her feel better. “I saw you arguing with him at lunch.”

“I…” Martha trailed off, biting her lip anxiously. She still refused to meet John’s gaze, keeping her eyes on anything but her teacher.

“What were you arguing about?” John waited for a few moments for her to answer, but no response came from the first grader. “Martha, I want to help you, but I can’t if I don’t know what happened.”

Her voice was barely a whisper as she finally spoke. “He doesn’t like me. He… he hates me.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t hate you,” John assured her, unable to fathom how someone could possible hate another person at six years old. “I know you’d probably rather not talk to me, but you’ve got to tell someone what happened. A friend, your mom-”

“I can’t tell anyone.” Martha’s eyes watered but John pretended not to notice. “Everyone will call me a tattletale. And besides, I don’t have a mom. That’s…” She stopped mid sentence, cheeks growing pink. “That’s why they don’t like me,” she finished quietly.

“Because you don’t have a mom?” John couldn’t quite fit the pieces together. “Trust me, Martha, you’re not the only kid at the school who hasn’t got a mom.”

“Yeah.” Martha bit back a sigh as if to directly tug at John’s heart. “But I’m the only one with two dads.”

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Cliffs Edge ch9

thanks to @luckiedee​, I finally did the thing.


Prior to their departure from the hotel, Kent’s first act of business is to Google something on his phone. He won’t let Alexei see what it is.

“Fuck yes!” Kent exclaims. When he looks up from the screen, he’s grinning. “Okay, we’ve got some hours to kill. Will you be warm enough walking around outside in just a shirt and jacket? Even at night? It gets cold up here.”

Alexei looks down at himself. “I’m Russian.”

“Yeah, and I play ice hockey and grew up in New York, and I can’t fucking stand the cold. That’s why I’ve got three layers on and I’m grabbing a jacket before we go.” Kent gets up from his chair. “So?”

Alexei gets up, too. “I’m okay. It’s warm jacket. Where we go at night?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” Kent goes to his closet to fish out the aforementioned jacket, which he ties around his waist like it’s 1995. Alexei would chirp him but it’s too fucking cute.

Kent heads for the door but Alexei hangs back, looking around the room. It was mildly messy when they came in but now it’s kind of disastrous, with the beds further rumpled from people sitting on their edges and all the available trashcans filled up with leavings. The delivery bags have been rolled up and stuffed inside each other, along with the discarded pie and quiche tins.

“Housekeeping will get it,” Kent says.

Alexei still cringes at the mess, but he goes with Kent, who checks for his keycard before closing the door behind them.

Outside the hotel, all is quiet. Alexei doesn’t see anyone with cameras hanging out in wait.

“Probably stalking the Falconers,” Kent says, and hails a taxi.

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Nerves and Vows

can u do a oneshot with changki in their wedding day?

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images used. 

Originally posted by deens94

It’s hard to live your life privately when you’re an idol; but secrecy had been achieved. Arches were covered in greenery and flowers, and the sun glittered down down on the wide open park that had been dressed amazingly for the wedding.

Guest sat in their pearl seats and waited for the ceremony to begin, they chatted excitedly amongst each other. Some greeting friends and family, others enthusiastically greeting new people and making new connections.

Changkyun waited at the alter, shifting on the balls of his feet, shifting the weight from foot to foot anxiously as Jooheon stood at his side, watching him with amusement in his eyes. It wasn’t often that Changkyun was nervous like this, and if he was, he was usually much better at hiding it.

“Changkyun, you look like you’re about to take off.” Jooheon commented teasingly.

“Is it too late to go to Vegas?” Changkyun wondered out loud. He laughed at his own joke with his best man; but somewhere inside of it what seriously considering it.

“Man up, you’ve been through much worse. You’ve performed in front of millions of people on stage, written your own music and joined Monsta X later than all the other members like the new kid at school. I’m sure you can get through a short ceremony and a small reception.”

“I need alcohol.” Changkyun responded, earning a laugh once again, but like the previous comment, he wasn’t entirely joking.

Suddenly, music sounded. Changkyun’s heart stopped; he was sure he was joing to faint. His eyes began to blur, then sharpened when he saw a figure walking down the aisle.

Kihyun wore a black suit and it looked amazingly contradictory against the blue of his tie. His eyes were shaded with eyeliner; the way Changkyun liked them the most. He stood beside his Mother, who was tearing up already. Kihyun didn’t look so emotional, but he has the same anxiety on his face that Changkyun felt.

He reached the steps, gave his Mother a kiss, then stood beside opposite Changkyun, beside his best man Shownu. The audience were silent, the only sound coming from the wash of the wind against the trees and the vicar clearing his throat to speak.

Changkyun couldn’t focus on the words, only stare at Kihyun; he couldn’t help but smile, then look down at his shows in embarrassment. When he looked up, Kihyun was smiling too.

“Do you take Lim Changkyun to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The vicar inquired Kihyun.

“I do.” Kihyun responded.

“Do you-”

“I do.” Changkyun rushed, smiling. The vicar gave him a pointed look, but carried on nonetheless.

“May we have the rings please?”

Wonho and Hyungwon stepped up importantly, giving the respective rings across. Changkyun was the first to put the ring on Kihyun’s hand. It seemed nerves had been overridden in excitement, it was only a matter of seconds before they would officially have their lives bounded together.

Kihyun took his turn, holding Changkyun’s hand in one and slipping the ring on his finger with the other.

“I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss the groom.”

Changkyun pressed his lips against Kihyun’s. Kihyun seemed hesitant, he’d never liked being affectionate before the eyes of so many. They parted, only then noticing the blossom petals that surrounded them, and Minhyuk grinning as he tossed more over them.

The audience rose and clapped, some wiping their water works and others whistling loudly to show their appreciation.

“Come on hubby, let’s get to the reception.” Changhyun whispered in his ear.

“Call me that again and I’ll punch you in the throat.” Kihyun threatened, but it was hardly intimidating, not when he was blushing and smiling all the same.

They seemed to reach for each other’s hands simultaneously, and Changkyun kissed Kihyun’s cheek before jogging towards the exit, pulling Kihyun along with a cheeky smile taking over his lips.

As they slowed to a walk, Kihyun shook his head. “Do that again and I’ll-”

“Punch me in the throat? But I can put my throat to so much more better uses later.” He winked.

“You’re such an ass, it’s a good job I love you.” 

matt murdock is the only person allowed to use the line ‘justice is blind’

“Are you an astronaut, Sammy? Because this ass is outta this world.”
“…oh my god.”

for my wincest love week anon, @rodiniaorzetalthepenquin! <3 

lil bit of fanart for the fic aubade by ravenesta! this is a bit of spoilers but i love…..the surprise…………


original broadway cast - broadway cast - touring cast

“She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius—­
and she would not be afraid.”

-Sarah J. Maas @sjmaas
Heir of Fire

I wanted to draw beautiful Aelin for a while now. But I hesitated to draw her on her own, I didn’t want to ruin her. But a part in Empire of Storms inspired me, though I changed it a little, so match my imagination. 
Either way, hope you like her!

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Moments Series – “The first time I knew I loved you–”

7 years

“Shawn, when did you first know you loved me?” You ask your husband while you’re curled into his side on your comfortable couch, the tv playing softly in the background as you two finally get the time to spend together after another long day. The kids are finally asleep, and this hour after the kids are down every night but before you head to bed is about as much time as you two ever get alone anymore. But you love your kids, and having them has taught you how to love your husband in a whole new way.

“I love you?” He questions almost as though he’s surprised. Almost as though he hasn’t told you those three words with great certainty every day for almost as long as you can remember being with him.

You laugh at this, no insecurity present in your heart anymore, at least not like it used to be. He can joke about it now because he knows that you know without a doubt that he loves you. Even after you’ve fought with him, or screamed at him, or just told him to leave you alone, he still says he loves you. He still tells you he loves you, even when he’s angry with you, and even when he’s angry with you, he still means it when he says it.

“Shut up Shawn,” You say, shoving him a little, “I’m being serious.”

“Okay,” He says, no humor in his tone anymore. “The first time I knew I loved you was that morning that you made me coffee after I stayed over at your place.”

“When?” You ask, not really remembering this exact moment he’s talking about.

“The very first time I stayed at your place, I remember waking up, and you were in my arms asleep. And I looked down at you, and that’s when I knew I loved you. I don’t remember how long we had been dating at the time, it wasn’t long, but I looked at you and I thought to myself, I want to wake up with this girl in my arms every day for the rest of my life. And I knew then I loved you.”

You smile at this, vaguely remembering the first time he stayed over at your place, but you hadn’t ever heard him say this before. You didn’t know that was the first time that he knew he loved you.

“And it took a while, but I finally got it. I get to wake up to you every morning. Even if there are little heads and little toes between us sometimes, it’s still everything I wanted and so much more.” He says, leaning over and kissing you on the forehead.

“When was the first time you knew you loved me?” He asks.

You think for a few minutes before you finally reply. “It was that night a few days after our first New Years together. We were in your bedroom back at your parents’ place. You asked why I never talked about my family and I didn’t know how to explain about them.” He squeezes your hand tightly in one of his. Now he knows your family, well most of them. He knows all of what you struggled through growing up. He knows everything about you, but back then he didn’t.  You continue telling the story, not sure if he remembers it or not. “But you said ‘I’ll wait.’ When I told you I wasn’t ready to talk about it, and that’s when I knew.”

“Wait, that was in January?” He asks.

“Yeah, the very beginning.”

“But we started dating in September.” You kind of understand what he’s getting at.

“That was four months after we started dating.” You just shrug. “You told me you loved me after two months, y/n.” He says, and you laugh at this.

“I said I loved you because you said you loved me, but I didn’t know like really really know until that night.”

“I knew after like two weeks, y/n.” He says, just wanting to give you a hard time.

“Two weeks, four months, it’s been seven years does that really matter anymore?” You ask, and he smiles down at you, and then he leans down kissing you.

“I guess it doesn’t matter as long as you don’t change your mind.”

“There are humans that are half you and half me running around in this world, you know I never would have let that happen if I wasn’t sure of my decision I made 6 and a half years ago to love you.”  

“I always knew you were a smart one.” He tells you.

And you just laugh then let the comfortable silence settle between you two as Shawn leans over to switch channels on the tv because the news just started. Talking about the first time you knew you loved each other made you remember just how far you two have come these last seven years. You know you got lucky with Shawn because despite everything you two have been through, he has never faltered in his love for you, and now in his love for your three kids. And in that, he has given you the space to love him more than you thought it was possible to love someone, and he has given you a life more beautiful and fulfilling than you ever imagined.

“Cupcakes,” you mumble quietly, just remembering.

You didn’t mean to say it aloud, so Shawn doesn’t quite hear what you said. “What’s that?” He asks, turning his attention from the news back to you.

“I forgot about the cupcakes.” You say then groan trying to figure out when you’ll have time to make cupcakes for the twin’s soccer game tomorrow.

“I’ll just pick some up on the way to the game.” He responds like it isn’t a big deal, eyes still glued to the news on tv, his fingers absentmindedly playing with yours.

“But you’re in the studio tomorrow.” You remind him, and he’s already leaving early in order to watch the twins’ game.

“Its fine. I can leave a little earlier.” He leans over, kissing you on the forehead, knowing you’re thinking about a million other things you need to get done over the next few days on top of worrying about the cupcakes. “Don’t worry about the cupcakes baby.” He tells you, and you appreciate him so much. Everyday he’s doing the smallest things that mean the world to you. 

Becoming a mom has brought so much responsibility into your life, not only responsibility for little lives, but always a million things to do, and things you’re forgetting to do all the time. You tend to overstress yourself, but somehow Shawn is always managing to make you feel better. He knows you have a tendency to overthink and get stressed out over the million things you need to do so he’s always reminding you to just relax and helping you to relax, and he’s always trying to do whatever he can so you have a few less things to do. It’s been seven years and you still have no idea how you got so lucky.

atimelordswife  asked:

Three sentence ficlet: Sheith or Broganes, prompt: nightmares


It’s Keith who wakes up first: Keith with cold sweat drying at his temples, curling down the back of his neck, a gasp dying on his lips and his heart pounding in his throat.

That - he’d - 


Shiro’s awake when Keith finds him, and scoots over without a word.

(Give me a prompt and I’ll write a three-sentence fic! Help me stay awake again!)