most defiantly

Katherine Plumber would be the ultimate multitasker. Getting ready in the morning while eating breakfast? No problem. Arguing with her father while painting her nails? Sure. Drinking and talking? Totally. Typing and article and giving Jack a hand job? Most defiantly.

So this was the exclusive merchandice that ToHo Theaters was selling, I bought almost one of everything! Something extra even for the special give away I’m doing!! So most defiantly the give away I’m doing will include a special add on to the fairy tail prize! All you guys gotta do is follow me or share this to qualify!! I’ll keep you guys posted!

Originally posted by aluna-hime

My Date

Request: Hiii can I request a imagine where the reader is Tony’s daughter and she is dating Peter? She tells Tony she’s seeing a guy and he wants to meet him and he discover it’s the spider boy  Tysm, I love your blog btw

A/N: here it is! I would like to apologise if this isn’t what you meant, but I tried extremely hard and if I’m being honest, I’m actually proud of this.

Pairing: peter parker x reader

Warnings: bad language (as usual) its fluff. Angst. And then a wee bit more fluff.

Word count: 1’545

Originally posted by optimus-grimes

A teenager, a teenager who just so happened to be attending midtown high school as a sophomore.  Who’s best friends name was Michelle. Who was extremely close with genius peter parker. But this teenager, had one more problem, she was dating Peter AKA Spider-Man. Her dad was the problem. Her dad was The Tony Stark. This girls name, Y/N Stark.

Your dad  would never approve of you and Peter because he was a superhero. Tony is extremely protective over you, he wants you to have a normal life, hence you attending midtown high school. No one there knew who your dad was except Peter and Michelle. When at school you used the last name Y/L/N.

3 months into your relationship with Peter you were starting to think it was time to tell your dad. Although you were thinking, you were most defiantly not going to tell him. You knew what his reaction would be.

Michelle was over one day to study for history final you had which was arriving quickly. “Have you told your dad yet?” Michelle piped up and you quickly turned towards he. You looked around making sure your dad wasn’t around, or any of the other avengers since you were in Stark Tower currently.

“No, and I’m not going to either” you explained to her once you knew no one else was around. Your phone buzzed and you knew who it was without looking. When you looked at your phone you saw his name written on the screen, you had it as spider boy with a red heart at the end. Although he was technically Spider-Man you called him spider boy since he was only young. You smiled to yourself reading his message.

“Is it him?” She asks giving you the look. The look showing she knows she’s right and there’s no point in denying it. You nodded replying to his text. “Is it possible, the Great Y/N Y/L/N, sorry I mean, Y/N Stark is in love?” Michelle said smiling away knowing shes correct again.

“Maybe” you replied to her. You placed your phone beside you and picked up the pen once again.

“In Love? With Who” you heard a masculine voice speak from behind you. You jumped up and turned around. You breathed a sigh of relief as you saw who it was. Michelle was laughing behind you but you didn’t care. You walked froward to hung him. “Are you in love with me?” He asked looking down at you with a cheesy grin on his face.

“You know what, no. Harry just has something about him” you reply sarcastically to your spider boyfriend.

“Mm hmm” is all you hear from him before your lips attach to each others. Peter had told you he loves you, but you had never told him. You didn’t want to get hurt and he respected that. When you two pull apart, you can start to hear footsteps. You quickly release you embrace of him and jump back onto the couch beside Michelle.

“Peter” you hear your father say, “we need to go.” When your dad finally looks up from his phone he sees you and Michelle working away and Peter standing near the couches. You turn around giving you dad a puzzled look pretending you were confused. “Peter is a Intern for stark industries. He’s a…”

“Chemistry nerd” you finish his sentence for him. “We have chemistry and physics together” you say turning away to carry on with your studies.

“You should tell him now” you heard Michelle say next to you, a little to loud.

“Tell me what?” You father turns towards you once again.

You were cursing in your head. Just as Pete was about to step in you quickly reply “I’m Seeing someone.” You avoid looking at the boy you were head over heels for. “ have been for 3 months.”

“Invite him to dinner tomorrow” is the last thing your dad says before leaving the room. You looked at Pete who was still lingering in the room. He had a look of panic on his face.

“I can’t do tomorrow, try rearranging it to movie night?” Peter asked. You nodded knowing it would be hard to explain to your dad about him not going without saying his name and the real reason, his aunt may needed his help with something. 

An couple hours later, Michelle had gone home and the meeting of the avengers and defenders was coming to an end. You walked quietly into the room and stood at the back. Steve had noticed you walk in as he was at the front talking. After the meeting had been wrapped up you walked up to your dad, smiling at peter as you passed him. “He can’t do tomorrow” you said to him as everyone except you two was leaving.

“Why?” Tony questioned.

“He’s got family thing tomorrow” you replied which wasn’t technically wrong.  He gave you a questioning look before nodding.

“So when will I meet him?” Tony asked. Yo looked at him remembering what Peter had suggested.

“How about Friday, nothing to fancy or expensive either” you made it clear you wanted to go somewhere casual.

“Are you suggesting somewhere casual?” He asked and you just nodded, “No. we’ll get someone into the tower to cook, but I want to see how he dresses up to meet me” you just nodded and turned away silently cursing. You weren’t a big fan of dresses.

On the Monday of the week you walked along the corridor with Michelle. You hadn’t seen Peter since Friday when you were studying. You saw him by his locker talking to Ned. You snuck up behind him and put your hands over his eyes. “Guess who” you said smiling.

“Umm… is it Gwen Stacy from my english class?” Peter turned round and kissed you. “Hmm so not Gwen” you both smiled and kissed again.

“Dad says Friday at Stark Tower, but you have to dress up, in a suit. Not that suit but you know, a Suit”  you told him. The two of you were sarcastic and liked to joke about even if the moments serious.

“I can do that” he told you kissing you again “I love you” you kissed his cheek before turning around and heading to class.

“How did you get so lucky?” Ned asked peter who smiled at his words.

“I don’t know” is all Peter could say.

Friday had arrived and you were dressed in your favourite dress waiting for Peter to arrive. Your dad had one of the rooms cleared and had a table set. He was in there waiting for you and your boyfriend. You still didn’t know how to explain everything to him.

Peter arrived in a suit and you looked him up and down smiling, “you looked good” you tell him. Usually when you went out for meals you both wore casual stuff, nothing this fancy.

“I would say the same about you but….” He said and you looked at him stunned, “you look more than good, you look amazing!” You smiled at his words. You took his hand, kissed him on the cheek, and led him to where Tony had been waiting.

“Dad, this is, well you already know” you told him worried about his reaction. Like it was planned Tony stood up.

“No. No way in hell are you two together!” He said starting to become angry.

“Mr stark” Peter tried to speak but was interrupted by Tony.

“You have been dating MY daughter for THREE months and never thought to bring it up in conversation?” Tony was becoming really pissed off, “ THIS, whatever, THIS is, will NOT carry on”

Peter was about to say something but you said something “its not up to you”

“Pardon?” You heard him reply, Peter took your hand holding it.

“It’s not up to you who I date, it’s up to me and only me. I know you are just looking out for me but what Peter and I have is special. I don’t care that the two of you work together, like I don’t care he’s Spider-Man, I care about him so much and I never told you because I knew how you would react.” You explained to him. Your eyes started to water ever so slightly.

“He’s only going to get you hurt, he’s going to end up getting you killed”

“And so could you! Yet here I am, still being apart of your family, so let us try!” You exclaimed a tear starting to make it’s way down your face. “And no matter what you say, I will not break up with him because you want us to, I… I love him”

Peter turned towards you looking at you with shock as you had just admitted you love him. “Fine, but if you get hurt I don’t want to know” Is the last thing Tony says before he leaves the room. You turned to fully face peter.

“I love you so, so much” he told you cupping your face with his hands.

“I love you too” you replied leaning in to kiss him.

Turns out Tony was wrong as you and Peter stayed together and you weren’t killed or hurt because of him.

anonymous asked:

VIXX as types of cookies please

N: Our hard working, sexy, cute, amazing leader N. N needs a cookie that gives as much as he does. Based on that, I believe the cookie picture below does a great job of giving all it can offer. 

Leo: What does Leo love? Coffee! Now what would be a better representation of Leo in cookie form than a cookie mug. I think that is a pretty fair representation don’t you think?

Ken: Ken is just a bundle of color and surprises. Therefor this little firework is this pinata cookie. You break one of these suckers open and get a candy explosion just like Ken’s random energy explosions of kenness.

Ravi: GOLDEN BOY RAVI! Now Ravi, as I have said before, is too fancy for me. Don’t get me wrong I love this boy but he is most defiantly going more places then I am and as too fancy for me with his song writing and stuff. Naturally this boy deserves a cookie as fancy and rich as he is in talent and ambition. Therefor the cookies below is a Ravi cookie.

Hongbin: Our gorgeous baby fruit bat. This magical little creature is too stunning and pretty for this world and is too much for my little human to handle. Therefore Hongbin is going to be the most elegant and ornate cookie there ever was. The cookies below are pretty, neat, and very detailed making them too pretty for me and therefor a perfect representation of our fruit bat Hongbin.

Hyuk: Oh god Hyuk. Hyuk is a beast and he needs a beast cookie. Therefore this giant ass cookie should be pretty good at representing our overgrown baby.

New Smile - Mitch Marner

Originally posted by nylanderhoe

Okay so this is my first imagine so I hope you like it, I certainly like writing it! Also on another note, Mitch and Willy playing against each other today… I don’t know if my heart is ready to handle that!!! Anyway, I hope you like this!

Word Count: 1,058

Warnings: None, slight fluff idk

Anon Request: can you do an imagine where the reader is dating marner and she’s watching the world championships at home in canada and sees how he chips his tooth and they FaceTime after?

Canada was beating Finland 5 to 2 and Mitch had the puck in Finland’s zone with only one defender on him. He had already scored two goals in this game, but it would be amazing for him to score his first hat trick of the tournament and NHL career, even if you weren’t there to congratulate him in person.

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Part 9

This is very long overdue and I am so very sorry that it has taken me over a month to get this written. To everyone who kept asking me about it, there was just a lot going on and I have’t had a lot of time to write and I’m sorry. I’ll do my best to make sure you guys don’t wait more than a week for the next part!

Also, I am always accepting requests for fics. I’m working on three others which is another reason why this took so long to crank out. And I also love feedback on my writing so don’t be shy. 

But yeah… part 9. I’ve got some big stuff for part 10 so get ready. ;)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8.

Word Count: 4,344


A warm fire crackled with life mere inches from my freezing toes.

I was perched on the coffee table in the living room of Rhysand’s house—my boyfriend’s house.

God, that was still weird to say. Rhysand is my boyfriend. He had officially asked me over two months ago but it felt like it was only yesterday.

We were cuddled up on the couch in my apartment just after thanksgiving. The credits to the movie we had just finished were rolling across the screen. Rhys was on his side and I was on my back, nestled neatly against his chest.

The scent of jasmine and citrus and the sea was stuffed into my nose with him so close, and his warmth was making me drowsy.

A sleepy smile tugged at my lips as I felt his fingers brush my cheeks. His muttered “Feyre” made me open my eyes halfway to look at him.

“Hmmm,” I murmured sleepily to him.

He stroked my cheek gently, trying to coax me out of my disoriented state, all it did was lull me to sleep some more.

“Feyre, I— you know I really like you—“

“Mhmm.” My hand felt its way up his chest and hooked around the back of his neck. My fingers had woven their way into his silken hair.

“And we’ve been going out for a few weeks,” he paused and I had felt the weight of his eyes on my face.

“Feyre are you awake?”

My eyes fluttered open to meet two pools of violet staring intently at me.

“Feyre I—would you, I mean,” he huffed a frustrated sigh. “What I’m trying to ask—ugh. Feyre… will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?” The words tumbled out of lips and fell upon me like a warm blanket.

I gazed at him for what felt like an eternity, my brain taking its time to process what he had asked. Rhysand, this amazing person who I had come to know asked me to be his girlfriend.

Rhysand asked me to be his girlfriend!

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Coffee Beans

“I’m just here for the coffee not for the cute barista.”

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Barista!Hoseok | Reader

Word Count: 3,700

I really hope you like it I’m sorry for taking so long rip @kpop-trash-material

Coffee was the only thing keeping you on your feet. Long hours at work took every drop of energy and by five o’clock you were practically crawling to your car. You always stopped by Starbucks or other coffee shops near by and even if it was never right; on occasions the coffee was either too sweet or too bitter to be fully enjoyed. Of course it did help keep your eyes peeled open on Friday nights that consisted of reviewing and filling out paperwork.

Today was no different as you drove to the new cafe that recently opened near your apartment. For being fairly new cafe it sure was popular and you could barely find parking in the small lot. The instance you stepped in you were greeted with the scent of baked goods and freshly roasted coffee. Your mouth watered as you eyed the pastries, it wouldn’t hurt to get a strawberry scone along with your coffee.

The customer behind you tapped on your shoulder telling you to go and you muttered sorry as you walked to the cashier. You told him your order and walked to a nearby table, a warm scone in hand, waiting for the barista to make your drink. You looked around the cafe taking in the calm atmosphere. You should’ve brought your paperwork and had gotten it done here, it sure did beat the cold and loneliness of your apartment.

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47 things to do in a Lucid Dream!

Hey there again dreamers!

I got a brilliant question through asking for ideas on what to do in a lucid dream so I’d thought I’d share a few ideas with you all here.

Lucid dreams can be used for a wide range of experiments or for spiritual exploration, understand your own awareness and the meaning of life in general. Of course, with a world of unlimited possibilities at your fingertips it’s also a chance to do some fun things which would be near impossible in waking life.

So I’ve recorded a list of fun, amusing, interesting and most defiantly strange things to do in a dream. Some I’ve done and the rest are on my list of things to do. If you’ve got any suggestions of your own message me and I’ll add them on at the end of the list!


  1. Create a dream world from scratch
  2. Go to the moon
  3. Walk through a wall
  4. Convince a dream character they’re dreaming
  5. Fly into space
  6. Read your dream journal
  7. Eat your favourite food
  8. Ride a dragon
  9. Ask a dream character a really deep question about the universe
  10. Inception – place a thought into somebody’s mind!
  11. Become a pigeon and drop turds on people
  12. Breath underwater
  13. Turn into your favourite superhero
  14. Change your appearance in a mirror
  15. Set off some MASSIVE explosions
  16. Invisibility
  17. Ride a massive rollercoaster or waterslide
  18. Confront a nightmare you once had
  19. Flip a city upside down
  20. Meditate
  21. Walk on water
  22. Try out 360 vision
  23. Make the sun rise as well as the moon
  24. Walk on the ceiling
  25. Go back in time and ‘subtle remove’ your parents – create a paradox
  26. Transform into a dog
  27. Relive you favourite fictional book
  28. Build Rome in a day
  29. Try telepathy with a dream character
  30. Try dream-healing an illness you have
  31. Have a relationship with a celebrity
  32. Poke random dream characters to see their reactions
  33. Play a musical instrument
  34. Change the course of historical events
  35. Go to sleep
  36. Ask the dream ‘surprise me!’ and see what happens
  37. Become a Wizard
  38. Reverse time so it runs backwards
  39. Turn on a radio and see what music plays
  40. Start a Matrix-style gunfight
  41. Clone yourself
  42. Take a dream character along for the ride!
  43. Remain passive and see how the dream changes without influence
  44. Ride a lightning bolt
  45. Have tea with the Queen
  46. Make it snow or rain indoors
  47. Walk in slow-motion down a street to see how people react
Never Good Enough - Jughead x Reader

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request: “ Fluffy/ Angsty Jughead x Reader where he doesn’t think he’s good enough for her and they cuddle at the end”

Warning: Very mild swearing. The mildest of mild.

Word Count: 1354

A/N: Hey guys. This is only the second fanfic I’ve written and would really love some feedback. I’m really looking to improve my writing. Also if you have any requests feel free too send them my way. Also apologies for the long chunks of dialog. I am a fan of monologues and tend to write that way.

He couldn’t believe her. Everything about her amazed him. The way she only ate m&m’s in increments of threes, her unabashed love of karaoke and most defiantly her total commitment to solving the murder of a fellow student she hardly even knew. Y/N was perfect. The perfect girl for Jughead. If only I had the courage to tell her. Jughead thought wistfully. If only I were good enough.

“ What’s up Jug” Y/N said as she gracefully slid into the booth across from Jughead at Pop’s, leaning over to steal a handful of fries off his plate.

“ You may be my best friend, Y/N, but if you ever steal my fries again I will have to do something drastic” Jughead said, barley stifling a smirk.

“ Drastic like what Jug? Dare to wear a colour other than black? Or perhaps, if your feeling like doing something particularly drastic you may even dare to sit on another booth” Y/N said as she made an exaggerated face of mock horror.

This made Jughead laugh. Laugh so much to make the sip of chocolate milkshake he had just taken explode out of his mouth and nose. Nice one Jones. He thought. That’s exactly the kind of move you want to pull in front of the girl of your dreams.

“ Well Jug, I was just about to go order myself a burger and a milkshake but i’ll make sure to ask Pop if he has some kind of adult sized bib for you” Y/N said as she winked and slid out of the booth once more, gliding ever so elegantly across the floor of the diner as she did so.

Jughead’s smile faded as she walked away. This is how it always went with them. Best friends but polar opposites. She was so put together while Jughead was a bumbling mess. She loved to talk to people while Jughead preferred to stay in the shadows, watching but never participating.

“ So Pop didn’t have a bib” Y/N said returning to the booth with a milkshake. “ But he did give me this cloth so you could clean yourself up.”

Y/N and Jughead spent the rest of the evening in a comfortable silence until the bell rang and the sound teenage boys whooping and yelling invaded the diner.

“Y/N!” Reggie, the newly instated captain of the football team yelled as he walked over sliding into the booth next to Y/N, ignoring Jughead.

“ Whats up Reg”

“ Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to go out on a date with me”

“ Uh- I don’t know Reggie, we hardly know each other”

“ Well what better way to get to know each other” Reggie smiled. “ Can you think of a reason why not”

“ I suppose not” Y/N said, returning Reggie’s smile.

“ Uh- um- I have to go” Jughead stuttered as he gathered his things, nearly running out of the diner. Leaving Y/N staring after him, confused as to why her best friend took off with such speed.


The next day at school Y/N tried to talk to Jughead with no success. He took his usual place next to her in class but came in to each class late and ran off as soon as the bell sounded at the end of each period.

Jughead did not join his friends for lunch that day, or the following day. Or the one after that. He went out of his way to avoid Y/N. Barely making eye contact in class and ignoring her incessant stream of calls and text messages. It wasn’t unusual for Jughead to be sullen and withdrawn but eventually Archie cornered him at his locker.

“ Okay man, what is going on.”

“ What do you mean Arch, everything’s cool” Jughead lied, not able to make eye contact with his red headed friend.

“ No one has spent more that ten seconds with you in days. You run in and out of rooms so quickly when you catch the sight of any of us, especially Y/N. Tell me what’s up!” Archie said.

Jughead told Archie everything. His crush on Y/N. How he thought he would never be enough for her. How Reggie has asked her out right in front of him and she had accepted. His face falling as he did.

“ I just don’t know if I can be around her anymore”

“You need to try, Jug. You need to talk to her. Even if she doesn’t reciprocate your feelings, she is still your best friend and she still loves you. She, at very least deserves the truth.”


Y/N was so relieved when Jughead finally returned one of her text messages, wanting to set up an old school movie night at her place just to two of them. She was so relived to hear from her best friend after almost a week of radio silence she immediately canceled her date with Reggie for the same night, saying she was ill. To her spending time with Jug was way more important than any date. That’s how she ended up, sitting on the floor of her living room with what felt like every single pillow and blanket in the house next to Jughead.

Jughead was trying. He was really trying to go back to normal. But he was off. Not laughing at jokes he would usually laugh at. His smile almost too wide, too forced. He could tell Y/N knew that he still wasn’t right.

“Okay. What its is Jug, because this is really staring to bother me. First you don’t speak to me, barely even look at me for an entire week. Then all of a sudden for no reason at all you finally message me back wanting to hang out. I cancelled my date with Reggie for you Jug. I wanted to hang out with you. Now just tell me what the hell is wrong!” Y/N yelled, climbing out from underneath the pile of pillows and blankets.

“ You canceled your date with Reggie for me”

“ Of course I did Juggie. I care about you so much more than him”

Jughead decided it was now or never. He stood up and moved over to where Y/N was standing; grabbing her by the arm, pulling her in to kiss her.

“ Y/N, I have wanted you for so long. But I always knew I wasn’t good enough for you. You should be with Reggie. You are so perfect and I am just a loser who can’t even process his own emotions in a mature way. You shouldn’t be with me” He said as he stepped away from Y/N, heading to the door.

“ Jug. I had no idea you felt the same way as me”

“ I can’t ever be enough for you Y/N. You are so perfect.”

“ Jug you have a distorted image of who I am . I have flaws and insecurities that you are over looking. I am not some kind of manic pixie dream girl, I’m a real, flawed person .You don’t get to decide what is and isn’t good enough for me” she said as she reached up to cup his face, bringing him in to kiss him lightly. “ You sure as hell are Jughead. You don’t understand how nervous and giddy you make me feel.

Y/N took Jughead’s hand and lead him back into the living room, into the pile of pillows and blankets. He pulled her down onto the floor, wrapping his arms around her waist; her back to his chest.

“C'mon Jug, lets keep watching the movie” . She said as he lightly kissed her forehead.

Originally posted by riverrdxle

miatheladygamer  asked:

How are you planning on doing grandbabies? Adoption or weird magic/messing with the gender options?

I am glad you asked! Neither Emma nor Lotte are canonically trans so I dont really feel like messing with their gender. Adoption is most defiantly an option they would both be on board for, but @mirthalia and I were discussing the possibility of Hugo being a sperm donor! With the way his life is going, I dont see him settling down with anyone soon, and this way the baby would have both Emma and Lotte’s genes just in a sort of roundabout way.

(Plus it’s extra ironic when you remember @toriitorii said Lotte originally had a crush on Hugo)

Will Solace Australian AU

-He doesn’t love the heat. He’s just use to hotter climates than what the camp gets to “it’s not that bad?? I remember one time my friend cooked an egg on the road it was so hot??? This is nothing”

-Will loves the beaches from home and goes to the beach at camp when ever he can because it reminds him of home and of simpler times.

-“yeah nah” “nah yeah”

-He doesn’t really say ‘mate’ unless he’s mad and yelling at someone but he does occasionally use it to describe friends as well.

-He deliberately says stereotypically Australian words to confuse people and or to make fun of stereotypes “nah yeah just give us a second to throw me tracks dacks and thongs on before we head to maccas will yah” “yeah I’m a bit peckish, I’ll probably just grab a sanga before I head off”

-1300655506 ffs (why is this a thing for gods sake. I’ve been brainwashed to remember this I swear)

-Will always making himself fairy bread on his birthday because that’s what his mum use to do back when they didn’t have too much money, making and eating it always brings him good childhood memories.

-Will sitting with Nico on the beach leaning in to kiss Nico before whispering “ "kiss me ketut” and making himself double over in laughter at Nico’s very confused expression.

- Having to try not to finish his sentences in “aye”.

-Will always saying “fizzy” or “soft drink” rather than pop or soda

-Will never being scared of bugs and spiders in camp because the cheeky shits are bigger and scarier in Australia (also because his mum was a complete wimp and made Will get rid of bugs for her), the Athena cabin normally make him get rid of and spiders or bugs in their cabin but he doesn’t really mind.

-He would most defiantly have said this at one point in his life “I bring a whole new meaning to golden gay time” *flips hair*

-Will makes jokes about why he moved to America but never really answers
“The bastards didn’t ship my merch to Australia, obviously that was not acceptable” “my pet kangaroo Joey took me on an adventure to America, I never left”

-In reality Wills mum and him moved for two reasons: to further her music career and because his step dad died. Their family home had too many memories for Naomi to bare so she packed them both up and moved to the only other place they had family.

-They both move to a tiny house in the country so it would feel a little more like home rather than in a big city

-He has regular disagreements with Athena kids who get annoyed at him for spelling things like “colour” and “mum” differently.

-Will always gets super excited about Christmas in America because in Australia it would always be so hot and humid, white Christmases were always beautiful to him.

-Let’s be real Will totally ignores Americas drinking age law all together “do I look like I give any shits? I’m 18, a legal adult in my home country. I know the affects of alcohol and what amount I should drink. I’ve put up with a lot of crap over these past 18 years. If I want to have a beer I’ll bloody well have a damn beer”

-thongs… I’m sure he made a lot of people either blush or laugh by calling his “flip flops” the Australian term “thongs”.

-Will tries his hardest to be nice but sometimes he slips up and forgets that people think he’s being rude when he says Australian terms of endearment. “Oh yeah, Greg is a right old dick head” “well I mean, I thought he was pretty cool actually…” “No no i mean-”

-“oh please that mintour is nothing compared to the spiders back home. Have you seen those things? They could eat a horse if they tried hard enough”

-Will always being asked weird questions about Australia “no I don’t own a boomerang…why would I own a bloody boomerang? Wtf?” “No? I mean I’ve seen a few kangaroos and maybe like one koala? It’s not like they run around our streets??”

-Will defending vegemite to the death because it tastes good “no no! They hate it cause they’re eating it wrong! Put it on toast omfg stop, guys stop its great if you eat it right!”

-Will sometimes just randomly humming theme songs from back when he was little like 'Blinky Bill’ and 'Around the twist’. Most of the time he does it while he’s organising things in the clinic storeroom

-Will telling Nico all about Australia and them both sharing stories about their old homes, Nico shares what he can remember about his home and Will shares all the good times from his childhood.

I just really like the idea of Will genuinely loving America and all of the people but always missing the small differences of home.
I want a Will Solace that remembers late nights camping on empty beaches, and bright sunny days with surfing and cpr lessons. A Will that loves the smell of salt water on sunny afternoons and eucalyptus oil wiped over clean benches, a young Will that would look up at the sun on ridiculously hot days and silently beg his dad to make it hot enough for the teachers to send him and all the other students home from school early because of the heat. I want a Will who grew up with so many cultures and so many different types of people good and bad with a wide knowledge of people and situations. I want a Will who makes jokes about himself and his home country never being afraid to joke around with people and a Will who misses his old friends and the old traditions that are not at all like what people do in America. I just really want a smart ass Australian Will Solace who is proud of his roots and who always wants to have a laugh with people no matter who they are or where they are from. I just really like Australian Will.

anonymous asked:

(Same anon) What's your thoughts on Black witches being included in possible creative projects done to try remove the negative conotations on witches and educate people on different types of witchcraft, if done respectfully with proper reaserch? I mean in paticular voodoo, hoodoo etc. (I personally only practice celtic paganism with hedge witchcraft and have my roots pretty set in wales so i don't know much about it yet, but I want to try include it)

When it comes to america, black witches have been ridiculed, thrown to side, beaten, and sometimes killed because we do what we do. Then in the last 50 or so years, white witches just picked up voodoo and hoodoo from us, put their name on it, changed it up a bit, and said “Yep, this is it.” And now, you got black witches everywhere (and some no-black witches who actually see whats going on) confused and frustrated because everytime you turn around you have books and websites saying this originated from Africa and from the slaves that came from the Atlantic Slave Trade, but the authors and writers and publishers are all white. Its hella upsetting.

Thats why its imperative that more and more black witches start teaching our shit, because thats exactly what it is. Ours. I will say with hoodoo, because it’s a mixture of African, Latin, Appalachian Granny Magic, and Native American practices, anyone can practice. I know some people will disagree with me, but hoodoo is a practice, not a religion. Hoodoo, though, is mostly used by black (christian) people and therefore, my other opinion would be that black people should be at the forefront of teaching and passing on the information.

Voodoo is strictly for black people. But there is nothing wrong with an over view and bit of education on what voodoo is. Knowledge is power. But should Black people be teaching and educating? Yep. 100%. Of course your gonna have those few exceptions, but when it comes to African practices black people should be included in the education process. 

And to top it all off, black people(and other POCs) should most defiantly be included in the eradication of negative connotations given to us. Black is not bad. Being black is not bad. Being black and practicing black magic and “black magic” is not bad. There are other practices that aren’t Wiccan, and not every practitioner believes in not harming everyone. Then on the flip side, we need to acknowledge there are black people who wont follow what there ancestors did and do something completely different. And thats fine. Of course, there always a debate on whether black people should create their own spaces or should be invited more into white spaces, and I say both. The more faces out there, the better and more inclusive the witchcraft community will be.

It’s not too troublesome to answer this, and shouldn’t be too hard because I can relate to this on a personal level. Enjoy…
I am going to split this into two parts to cut down on the post size

Part 1-
Headcanon: Sakamaki, Mukami & Tsukinami Help s/o w/Chronic Depression

- Naps. All. The. Time.
- Shu tries to help his s/o by cuddling as much as possible. He also plays with your hair, and gives you plenty of attention
- He plays violin for you often or gives you his headphones you so can listen to upbeat classical. He thinks lively music will brighten your mood

-Reiji gives you different blends of teas to see which best enhance your mood
- although he does understand depression, he often does not allow you to sulk alone. He gives you tasks to complete, like mind games and puzzles to keep you distracted.
- He enjoys reading to you, and on occasion will allow you to pick a book for him to read while you curl up in his lap

- Ayato doesn’t like seeing you sad, and by consequence refuses to leave you alone.
- He is always searching for new ways to make you smile, whether it be shitty puns or memes, he always has a trick up his sleeve.
- He will often force you to play his favorite games in the hope that seeing him win will make you feel better (he’s a narcissist)

- Sadly this little bean doesn’t understand your depression. He blames himself for your sadness due to the fact that he can’t seem to cheer you up completely. Although he does try.
- Kanato would most defiantly feed you tons of your favorite sweets in hopes that it would cure your depression
- He might even let you hold Teddy. Maybe..

- Laito turns into this hopeless romantic when he sees you depressed
- he constantly showers you with gifts and tries to take you to your favorite places
- when you have down time Laito often lays with you and talks about whatever comes to mind. He hopes that lively conversation will make you feel better
- surprisingly when you are upset he stops trying to push you sexually, and more often wants to make you feel comfortable in anyway possible.

- Flowers. Everywhere. Everyday. All the time.
Every morning when you wake up there is a new bouquet of flowers on your night stand next to your bed, along with a love note from Subaru
- He will often take you to this hidden spot in the rose garden and just sit with you while you think
- Subaru tries his best to make you happy but since he does not know how to get rid of depression he goes with what he knows in hopes that you will feel better in time.

- Admin Lex

When Umar bin al-Khattab (رضي الله عنه) was walking in the market, he passed by a man who was supplicating,

“O Allah, make us of Your ‘few’ servants! O Allah make us of Your ‘few’ servants!”

So ‘Umar said to him, “Where did you get this du`a’ (supplication) from?”

And the man said, “Allah in His Book says

‘And few of My servants are grateful.’ (Qur’an 34:13)”

So ‘Umar wept and admonished himself, “The people are more knowledgeable than you, O Umar! O Allah make us of Your ‘few’ servants.”

Sometimes when you advise someone to leave a sin, they respond with “But most people do it, it’s not just me!”

But if you look for the words “most people” in the Qur’an, you will find that most people

- “do not know” (7:187)
- “do not give thanks” (2:243) and
- “do not believe” (11:17).

And if you look for “most of them”, you will find that most of them are

- “defiantly disobedient” (5:59)
- “ignorant” (6:111)
- “turning away” (21:24)
- “do not reason” (29:23), and
- “do not listen” (8:21).

So be of the “few”, whom Allah says about them:

- “And few of My servants are grateful.” (34:13)
- “But none had believed with him, except a few.” (11:40)
- “In the Gardens of Pleasure, A [large] company of the former peoples, And a few of the later peoples.” (56:12-14)

Ibn al-Qayyim (رحمه الله) said, “Go on the path of truth and do not feel lonely because there are few who take that path, and beware of the path of falsehood and do not be deceived by the greatness of the perishers.”

[Found in Kitab al-Zuhd by Ahmad bin Hanbal (رحمه الله), and also in the Musannaf of Ibn Abi Shaybah.]

May Allah make us of His few servants

anonymous asked:

Do you really think the original feminists, the women who fought for the right to vote, would be proud of you fighting for the right to bare your lady parts, abort your children and shame men into submission?

Most defiantly

A Misunderstanding

Word count:1249

Warnings: Swearing, misunderstanding, fluff, and cheesiness

Summary: Reader is a freshman at an art college and she works together with Conner Murphy on animation projects. She develops a friendship with Conner and slowly begins crushing, which leads her to saying something that leads to her space out quite a bit around the male, which leads to confrontation

A/N: Here we are! I thought this up by myself, haha, I don’t really know what to say..? Enjoy!

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Behind His Back-4

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Trigger Warning: Mentions of past abuse.

Chibs paced the living room of his home, phone pressed to his ear. It had been twelve hours since anyone had seen or heard from (Y/N). There were no charges on her cards, her phone was turned off, and her GPS had been turned off on hr SUV.

“I love you so damn much, I just need to know your safe. I can’t even tell you how sorry I am, please forgive me. I let my own insecurities from the past, cloud my judgement. I know in my heart, and mind you’d never betray me. I don’t want to lose you over this. I trust you my love. Please, please come home, I didn’t go to Reno…”

The phone beeped cutting him off, he let out a curse, he’d already left three other messages just like this one, throughout the night. He hadn’t slept at all afraid he’d miss her call.

He ran his hand through his hair, he had to fix this, make it better, repair whar he broke in his marriage. He laid down on the couch,  his phone withing arms length in case (Y/N) called. He closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.. 

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Request: Hello! Could you do an imagine of Reid and the reader having a breakthrough discussion about the case and the rest of the team watches them be cute and such? Thank you!

A/N: Made this imagine basically what was requested, however added in some of my own flare. Hope you don’t mind! Also It’s sorta long but I think you guys like long ones so here you go!

“The unsub is a female though, the agression in your theory would only be seen in that of a male.” you moaned taking another large gulp of your coffee as you looked at all the pictures and names plastered on the wall in front of you. 

The most recent case you and the team had been sent to landed you all in a middle-of-no-where town. The case was a serial killer, female, who had been violently killing various men in the surrounding towns. Because the town you and the rest of the team where camped out in was so small, the police department was no more than an office, a strangely high-tech interrogation room, and a hand full of jail cells. You and Reid had taken the interrogation room as your HQ which meant that it was no surprise when the three walls that didn’t lay home to one way glass quickly filled up with pictures, documents, and names. 

“But it doesn’t make sense. How would a women be able to stab a man that many times as well as over power them in the beginning.” Reid exclaimed angrily, his fingers running through his hair repeatedly as he flipped through a document file. From where the large metalic table sat in the room, Reid could see everything he needed, including you. 

You hadn’t noticed, perhaps the sleep deprivation or the vacuum the case had put you into, however Spencer whenever his eyes weren’t combing through a file was looking at you. Even with your hair in a messy bun and your makeup smudged, you were still beautiful to him. 

“What about a team?” you asked, as though the suggestion hadn’t been said before. 

“Now you’re just saying things to say things.” Spencer spoke quietly. You puckered your lips as you shifted your eyes to the next wall. Suddenly it hit you.

“What about a cross dresser?” you spoke quickly before stepping up to the wall and taking off on of the security pictures of your unsub. It was taken at a gas station only a mile away from the first crime scene and it was from behind. It portrayed a tall, blonde, women in heels walking towards a dirty truck.

“A what?” Reid asked looking up from the file and watching as you quickly moved over to him, dropping the picture in front of him and leaning in close, pointing as you spoke.

“My mom had trichotillomania, so she shaved her head and use to wear a wig. I remember whenever I saw the wig it always had a thin netting that went over the persons scalp and sometimes it could be seen through the hair.” you explained. “Looky here.” you smiled pointing to the back of the unsubs head where a small patch of dark color shown through the blonde.

“That would explain the unsubs hatred of men. Depending on when they came out as a cross dresser, I’m sure the unsub was bullied.” Spencer spoke, looking up to you, your faces only a foot apart. 

“And we placed the unsub in their early twenties, if they are a cross dresser, they have most defiantly had surgery or some form of body enhancement.” you explained pointing to the feminine curves and breasts.

“Meaning that the unsub most likely came out and began cross dressing in high school.” Spencer said.

“What if the guy who are being killed are the prime offenders of the unsubs bullying?” you added, allowing everything to come in to place. 

“I’ll call Garcia and see if they went to the same school as one another.” Spencer smiled standing up and walking towards the end of the table where both yours and his phones sat.

“Already on it pretty boy.” a voice said over the speaker in the interrogation room. It was Morgan. “And you two are just too cute, solving crimes and what not.” he added, tapping on the one way glass, symbolizing his presence. 

“How long have you been there?” you asked, a smile on your face.

“Long enough to realize that you two dorks are oblivious as hell.” he laughed over the speaker. 

“What?” you and Reid said looking at each other, blushing slightly, both of you knowing that the only thing Derek had been talking about was both your feelings for one another. 

anonymous asked:

25/26 and 54 for Justin x Alex ❤️

25 I’m sick
26 I’m dying
54 I can’t stand the thought of loosing you

Alex was sick, Ill, horrible, awful and defiantly not good, However Justin was being amazingly helpful. Making Alex soup and stuff, but mainly just being there for him.

Even though Alex was most defiantly a whiner, whining about this and that but mainly about feeling ill.

“Justin I feel so sick” Alex whined to his boyfriend for probably the fith time in an hour,

“That’s what happens when you’re ill.” Justin chuckled softly

“but what if I’m dying” Alex said frowning

“You’re over-exaggerating” Justin said not chuckling anymore

“But what if I am actually dying” Alex said

“You’re not dying and that’s that, now please stop saying that” Justin begged

“why? does it bother you?” Alex asked

“yes. it does, because I can’t stand the thought of loosing you, Alex” Justin replied firmly

“Oh” Alex mumbled before throwing up again

Justin smiled softly at his poor sick boyfriend and rubbed his back.

“Sorry” Alex mumbled once he finished throwing up the contents of his stomach

“it’s fine, Alex” Justin said softly and kissed his cheek “I’m gonna get you some soup”

“Thank you, for looking after me” Alex mumbled

Justin smiled “anything for you”

“oh stop being a sap” Alex whined 

“never” Justin teased grinning