love-when-he-argues

it makes me sad to see people dismissing jumin’s affection in the valentine’s day dlc just because he buys so many gifts. 

not everyone expresses their love solely through words or cuddles. sometimes people enjoy picking out items that they think others might like, and enjoy giving gifts as it’s their way of showing how much they care. gifts are not inherently bad, and not inherently a sign that your love is fake or inadequate. 

some people don’t like receiving gifts, and that’s okay! it’s also okay to give gifts if it’s a way to express your love and make others happy! 

disliking jumin’s valentine’s day ending is not the problem. disliking it because you think gifts automatically diminish his feelings is kinda missing the point. 

  • Keith: You’re unbelievable.
  • Lance: Maybe I am Keith, but you know what’s not unbelievable?
  • Keith: Lance, no you do this every time we argue -
  • Lance: Aliens, but look at where we are now Keith. Alien central.

i think that the reason that renaissance art appeals so much to me is because of how much of it is inspired by god. here is this golden age of beauty and art and in the middle of it all is catholicism. and this isn’t to say that the catholic church doesn’t have some Serious Issues, but what it says mostly to me is that the crucifixion achieved exactly what god set out to do

jesus didn’t die on the cross because it was easy, or because he knew he would be coming back, jesus died on the cross because the death of the son of god needed to be something extraordinary that humanity would still be singing about thousands of years later. humans are fickle and forgetful creatures, so the ultimate act of salvation had to be brought to our level, to something we could understand. there was no way god could do this without becoming personally involved.

here is your saviour, in a form you can see and understand, so that you will never forget my love for you

it’s easy to become removed from such a vast and nebulous concept like god, but jesus needed to identify himself with humanity, and what better way to do that than through suffering? when jesus cries out to god asking why he has been forsaken, he is not asking as god’s son, he’s asking as a voice for humanity.

so to see an era like the renaissance take up all that is holy and good and turn it into something so visually beautiful and breathtaking is so important to me. the ultimate act of god’s love for humanity is immortalised in art that reaches everyone, regardless of whether they believe or not. 

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Yeeess!! my fave is back and he hasn’t been demoted!! also, based on the scene he was in, we got a bit of information surrounding the Schnee dust company and the political side of Atlas!

. Ironwood has not been demoted! he still holds the rank of General.

. Not only that but he also holds two seats on the council. 

. Seeing as he seems to have so much power and position (Headmaster, General, Member of Council etc) he must be well trusted by the Atlesian government, especially considering the fact that since the events in Vale, he hasn’t seemed to have lost any of these powers or positions, which would be appropriate considering the events. Jacques even mentions later on that it’s shocking Ironwood hasn’t been demoted or stripped of his rank.

. Ironwood has already set an embargo on dust exports from Atlas, which is why Jacques is so ruffled.

. Ironwood seems to have further ideas in mind other than the embargo, that were only implied during the exchange. It’s possible it was to prolong the dust embargo until it’s certain no kingdom will declare war, which Jacques mentions later on. This implies there are great political tensions and unrest between the kingdoms currently.

. Ironwood seems to only have the well-being of Atlas in mind, which is a relief to me, because since the new opening suggested Ironwood was heavily associated with the Schnee’s, I immediately assumed it was because he was lending the power of his position to aide sketchy business enterprises, but it seems he only associates with them professionally.

. Additionally; Weiss trusts him so that’s nice, you can add Ironwoods name to the list of people Weiss can trust in Atlas, which is now at a grand total of 3

. Oh, also; Ironwood is fucking hot.

Dating Fred Weasley as a Slytherin

Originally posted by jesimahcah

-Request

he would sneak into your commons ALL THE TIME

-you two would also playfully argue about your house

-”ew it’s that slytherin again~”

-quidditch against each other

-QUIDDITCH AGAINST EACH OTHER

-Molly would love you despite your house and still invite you to the burrow all the time omg

-he would sneak YOU into the gryffindor commons

-You two being in potions and snape yelling at you two for talking

-he would probably take away house points

-Ron would think Fred is crazy at first because he would associate you with Draco

-Fred babbling to Ron about how great you are and to not worry

-He would go to the Slytherin table during meals even if he got in trouble

-Your slytherin friends love him omg

-When you guys do argue, he would use your house against you but profusely apologize afterwards

-you could never stay mad at him


Hello my lovelies! I know I haven’t been on in a while and I am working on more requests I promise!! I’m super busy with school at the moment so please be patient with me, love ya!:)

Falling in Love With Draco Would Include...
  • Noticing what he does when he’s nervous.
  • Always keeping an eye on him
  • Hearing about the Dark Mark first.
  • Cuddling him.
  • “Please never leave.”
  • “I promise.”
  • Never breaking your promise.
  • Hiding your feelings from him.
  • Meeting his parents.
  • Narcissa noticing your love for him.
  • “You love Draco.. Don’t you?”
  •  Always blushing when he compliments your abilities.
  • “Wow..”
  • “Why are you so surprised?”
  • Never ending forehead kisses.
  • “Please love?”
  • “Okay.”
  • Arguing like a married couple when he insults somone.
  • “God damnit!”
  • “You’re lucky to have me!”
  • Always going for Butterbeer.

Ugh. Now I want to rewrite “The Crocodile” from Killian’s POV.

Him visiting Milah. His thoughts when Rumple arrives. His thoughts when she comes to him and begs him to take her on his ship.

Then flashforward to him being happy in the tavern and running into Rumple again. Their last night together. His thoughts as he fights. His thoughts when she appears to challenge the bloody Dark One. The pride as she holds her ground coupled with the fear and the pain of having his heart squeezed. Whispered words as they stumble back to the ship.

Letting her face her demon while he stood beside her. Switching the bean because that’s something that comes natural. Feeling like they will get away with it and get even more of their happily ever after. And then Rumple brings up Bae and Killian can feel the darkness gathering, wishes Milah could feel it too because instead she is being stubborn and arguing. And he loves when she is stubborn and argues, loves her fire but not here, not now.

But before Killian can step forward or give a word of warning about not pissing off the Dark One Milah’s heart is no longer in her chest. And then it is dust. He crumples with her. Pain and love screaming “not again, not her” as he holds her and breaking through that mantra in his mind her last words “I love you”. Her hand falls and nothing is left but the pain and then comes the rage.

“I will find a way. Even demons can be killed.”

Somebody has done his already right?

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Shut me out (Alexander Hamilton x reader)

Hi! This is my second ever fanfiction and, to be honest, I don’t have a clue what I’m doing! Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!


Your husband had been working non-stop for the last fortnight. He had his meals delivered to his office and slept in it too. He hadn’t spoken to you and you were getting frustrated. Trying to convince him to stop working was like talking to a brick wall.

“Alexander, please”
“I just need to get this done. Just leave me to do this” he replied curtly.
“Ale-”
“Leave.” he all but demanded. And with that, he pushed you out of the door and slammed it in your face.

You were shocked. He had never spoken to you like that before. it was always loving words and kind caresses. Even when you were arguing, he’d never raise his voice at you. He’d speak calmly and with reason until you got to an agreement, and he’d always apologise first. To see him speak to you like that made you feel worthless. You hadn’t meant to push him that far, you just wanted him to get out of his office and take care of himself. You just wanted him to be back in your life.

Before you could stop yourself, a sob escaped your lips as all the insecurities came rushing back. Everyone had told you repeatedly that you weren’t good enough for a man as intelligent and hard working as him. That you’d just get in the way of his work. Perhaps they were right…
“Please don’t shut me out” you whispered, with their words still in the forefront of your mind. But, no reply came.


A few days later, you went out for lunch with Peggy Schuyler. She was your best friend, your backup, your confidante.
“Are you alright? You look unwell” she greeted you.
“Oh, charming” you replied, irritated.
“What’s the matter? You’re not normally so snappy”. You told her about everything. How Alexander had been treating you. Your insecurities. Your worries. 

“I just don’t know what to do”. You rubbed your brow, a slight pressure beginning to form there. Peggy knew exactly what to do. She comforted you and told you exactly what you needed to hear.
“He loves you, [Y/N]. He cares, he really does. You’d have to be blind not to see that!” she chuckled. “He’ll come around, just give him a bit of time”.
“Thanks Peggy, you always know what to say” you said gratefully.
“Yes, for I am a wise old man who knows all” she said, before you both burst into giggles.

After a pleasant lunch with Peggy, you headed home. At the time, Peggy’s words seemed to be exactly what you needed to hear. However, the more that you thought about it, the less you believed them. Before long, the hateful were back, and worse than ever. You rubbed your brow. You stepped off the carriage and nodded gratefully towards the driver. You stepped through the doors of your shared home, although it seemed empty with Alexander holed up in his office.

You were barely on the second floor when the pressure in your head began to build. Soon, you could concentrate on nothing but the pain. You were paralysed on the spot as you were gasping for breath. They were short and shallow, but nothing would allow you to breathe easier. The pain from your head and your chest was unrelenting. Static invaded your ears until it was all you could hear. Thin tendrils of bright white crept into the edges of your vision, spreading slowly. You tried to fight against it, to at least get to you bed, but white eventually engulfed your sight.

And then there was darkness.


A maid suddenly burst into Alexander’s office, looking panicked and flustered.
“Please, sir, come quick!”
“What is it?” he asked, his initial anger being replaced by a rising feeling of panic.
“It’s your wife, sir. She suddenly collapsed”. He was on his feet, sprinting out the door, before she could even finish.

He saw you on the floor in the hallway. You looked lifeless, like a marionette who’s strings had been cut. His heart was hammering in his chest as he reached down to touch you. You were warm and clammy. He checked your pulse.

“Thank God." he whispered, managing to calm his hammering heart slightly. He scooped you up easily and held you close. "Someone send for a doctor” he commanded. He stood up, holding you bridal style, and took you to your bedroom where he laid you down carefully onto the bed.

The doctor arrived promptly and looked over you.
“Lack of sleep and stress” he determined. “Do you know what could have been the cause of this?” Alexander turned away and refused eye contact. He felt shame bubbling up. Could it be that he was the cause of this? He didn’t want to think of it. He didn’t know that you were missing sleep over him. If he had known, he would have gone back to bed with you immediately. He had always known you were rather frail. You were ill almost constantly and health could easily take a turn for the worst. He very often worried about you.
“Will she be alright?” he asked eventually.
“Yes, given enough rest. She was lucky this time. However I must warn you that if these attacks were to occur again, there is a high chance that she won’t be so lucky. Her body is frail, she would not be able to take another one”. Alexander nodded numbly as the doctor left.

He was the cause of this. He had caused you to miss sleep with his selfish actions. He had caused you to worry and stress. Him. The guilt was rising rapidly.
“I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I love you more than you could imagine” he said, caressing your face gently.

He swore he would not leave your bedside.


You shifted slightly as your eyes fluttered open. Alexander was at your side in an instant. He gently placed a hand on your chest.
“My love, stay down” he spoke softly. “How are you feeling? Do you need a drink? Is it too bright in here? Too loud?” he questioned. You tried to reply but all that escaped your lips was a soft groan.
“Are you alright? Are you in pain?” You tried to shake your head but that just made the dizziness worse.
“Don’t push yourself. Just go back to sleep”. You did precisely that.

You awoke in Alexander’s arms. You chatted for a while, since you hadn’t spoken properly in over a fortnight. Eventually, you asked:
“Alexander, promise me something?”
“Whatever you want, my sweet.”
“Promise me you’ll look after yourself more. I love you to the moon and back, and I can’t bear it”. He held you close and rocked you gently.
“I promise. And I’ll always look out for you and be there for you. I’ll make sure you’re safe and well. You’re my number one priority, not any stupid work. I swear, I won’t let this happen again. I can’t”. He was close to tears. You smiled gently at him and shared a sweet kiss.
“I love you so much”.
“And I you, dear”. You snuggled into each other and were soon fast asleep.

anonymous asked:

d'you know who's underrated? jacob. this kid is soooo extra i love him. i loved the time he lobbed thousands of pounds into a lake just because his parents were arguing. i loved when he went around telling everyone david was dead inside after leyla left him or the time when he just straight up told val he didn't like her. and there was that time he slayed lachlan's entire life in the cafe last year. kids a hero, he deserves more attention.

hahahha nonnie!

i have to admit i’m not familiar with a lot of these stories but those sound wild lmao. i do love jacob though and we could definitely use more of him :)