Rainy Day


The 33rd Garden Neckless YOKOHAMA started yesterday.
Magnolia Blossom adjacent to the Yokohama Museum of Art is cute now ♪

my-annoying-brain  asked:

I actually did take a linguistics class about language and power and we talked in depth about the difference between the "as" and "ers" suffixes and it was made very clear that YOU'RE STILL NOT SUPPOSED TO SAY EITHER ONE YOU NECKLESS JAR OF MAYONNAISE! (@ Frank Artiles)

Looks like those linguistics classes PAID OFF.

Negan Imagines - The Blame

Originally posted by werewolvesxo

Spoilers obviously

A/N: Okay so that episode killed me several times and of course this fucker ^ killed two of my favourites like seriously I burst into tears when he hit Abraham cause it felt like he hit me in the heart with Lucille. And I don’t even want to talk about Glenn cause that just wasn’t fucking okay. However I know a lot of you (including myself) probably fucking hate this piece of shit but I also know a lot of you love to hate this man (and hate to love him) so even though I could barely watch the episode cause I was crying so much, I did kinda die when Negan started saying everything was his cause dayum I don’t care if he killed my children, he does things to me. 

I left out the end where Maggie tells the others to leave because it was just too painful for me to watch let alone write it. So I hope you don’t mind.

Summary: You’re the one who accidentally led the Saviours to the group cause Negan has an interest in you. Basically an episode based on the season 6 finale and season 7 premiere but Negan is crushing on you, Rick’s daughter.

Pairing: Negan x reader, Father!Rick x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 3,921 (oops…Guess I got a little carried away.)

Warning: Well, if you all have seen the episode be prepare to go through the hell of Ab’s and Glenn’s deaths again and the violence. Strong language. Age difference.

It was your fault. It was all your fault. That’s what you thought. That’s what you believed as you stared down at the blood and brains on the ground in front of you. 

You had gone out for a walk, you hated being trapped inside Alexandria some days so you had to sneak out for some air. To practise your fight on nearby walkers. You knew if your dad found out, you’d never be left alone ever again, you’d always have someone keep an eye on you which is why you were usually extra careful.

Only a handful of people knew you snuck out; your brother, Sasha, Abraham and Aaron. None of them liked it but none of them stopped you. On occasion, Sasha or Abraham would join you but that day you had gone alone. 

You had gone further you normally would go, you were in the mood for exploring and you were heavily armed so assumed it was safe to go so far. 

Eventually you heard voices, then you saw them. You were hid behind a tree, the foliage around you would hid you even if you moved from behind the tree. There was only five of them, the ringleader stood bold and clear. He was tall, handsome, with a salt and pepper beard and a leather jacket. 

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Jon konws random space facts,Billy knows random Mythology facts and Damian just listen to the two while petting his cat

Damian sat cross legged on the floor of his bedroom, Alfred the cat was asleep in his lap and he ran his hand over the sleeping cat slowly. “So there’s this whole planet! Planet 55 Cancri e! made of diamonds! I mean not like earth diamonds, but still really cool! my dad’s been brought mom bad some space diamonds, which she says is cheap because they’re free but I think she likes them any ways” Damian looked up at his friend and quirked an eyebrow, then went back to petting his cat. Billy looked up from the book he’d been reading and blinked owlishly “I ever tell you guys about the time I had to get a diamond neckless for Aphrodite” Jon’s eyes widened and he leaned in “NO!” Damian just glanced and shook his eye, Alfred the Cat opened one eye and Damian stretched his ear till he closed it again. “Was she pretty?” Jon demanded. Billy screwed up his face “I mean if you like that kind of thing” he was looking at Damian when he said it, but Damian ignored him. It went back and forth like that for hours as the rays of sun got longer and longer through Damian’s windows, Jon offering facts about stars and planets while Billy talked about myths and legends and gods he’d gotten into fights with, Damian just enjoyed listening, and petting his cat. 

"Your Big Night"

This was requested by an anon who wanted a fun, ticklish, fluff-fest.
Forgive me it’s a bit short… But let’s fluff it up!


“Newt, have you seen my earrings? You know we can’t leave without them”

You were just about ready to leave for the party with your childhood best friend, new bestselling author, and man of the hour, Newt Scamander.
“I’m sure you look perfectly fine without them” Newt appeared in the doorway, dressed in an elegant blue suit.

Man, he sure knew how to dress to impress.
“But I set them on my dresser a half a second ago, and now they’re gone!”

“(Y/N), they’re only earrings. They’re not even the important part of the outfit.”
You turned toward Newt, irritation written all over your face.

“You’re missing the point. I wanted to look perfect tonight! It’s your big night, I should’ve been absolutely stunning for you!”

‘You will always be stunning to me’ he thought.
You were dressed in a floor length, sparkling, silver gown and your normally messy curls were tastefully pinned up into a twist.

A diamond neckless rested effortlessly above your collarbones, and it was needless to say you were trying very hard to impress.

And Newt was completely in awe of your beauty.

He shifted nervously, staring at the floor.
“It’s really not that big of a deal” he sputtered.
“Yes it is! Your book is finally finished! And not only that, it’s becoming one of the fastest best sellers in the history of magic! I can’t be your date looking anything less than a million bucks.” You twirl in your dress, showing off the glittering patterns in the light.

“(Y/N)… you always look like ‘one million bucks’” you blushed suddenly, tucking a stray curl behind your ear.
“Thank you Newt”

He stood straight up and fixed his tie, clearing his throat to rid the air of the tension from that last conversation.

“You can go without them.”
“No I absolutely cannot!”
“We don’t have another choice, we’re suppose to be there in 20 minutes, and I’d rather be on time to my own gala!” He suppressed a chuckle, as you pouted.

But then, a devious idea struck you.
“Fine.” You sauntered closer to him, biting your lip and reaching for his bow tie.
“But it If I can’t wear something I want to…”
Then, you looked him dead in the eye.
“Then neither can you” and with a fluid motion, you yanked his black tie from around his neck, and ran like mad.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N), that’s not fair! Give it back!” He called as you ran into the living room.
“If you want it, you’re going to have to take it from me” you teased, and turned to face him, dangling his tie playfully behind your back.
“You really don’t want to try me” he warned, breaking into a grin.

“Oh…and why is that?”
“Because I’ve known you long enough to know that you are incredibly ticklish.” Your cheeky smile instantly dropped.

“No…wait, I-I didn’t mean it! Newt, stay back!” You warned, but he was advancing on you quickly.

“Give me the tie!” His mischievous side taking control.
“Newt stay back IM WARNING YOU”
Then, he rushed at you, effectively tackling you to the floor.

You both landed with a thud on the carpet, and he quickly crawled on top of you, sitting on your waist, effectively pinning you to the ground.
He then started furiously running his hands up and down your sides, ticking you.

“NO NEWT, STOP. PLEASE” you were laughing so hard it brought you near tears. The air was suddenly filled with a mix of natural laughter.
You started to warn him that you couldn’t breathe any longer, and finally, he ceased your giggly torture.

“Do you yield?” He stared down at you.
You smirked, and cheekily twiddled your fingers with the black fabric.

“After that? In your dreams!” You were completely at his mercy, so refusing him the silly article of clothing might not be the wisest option.

“(Y/N)…” he warned, breathing heavier than normal.
“Ok fine” you conceded, and held the bow tie in your open palm.

But he did not take it.
Instead, he seemed to be fixated on your gaze, studying your wild eyes, and how your cheeks were suddenly flushed pink from laughing.

There was also something unreadable behind his expression, and if you didn’t know any better, you would think it was utter admiration.
He was staring down at you with a certain hunger in his eyes.

You coughed, breaking the silence.
“Are you good, or do you need me to put it on for you?”
His hand immediately came down to yours, closing his fist around the stolen tie.

Your eyes locked once more, and there was some sort of understanding between the two of you, some feeling that completely over took you in a matter of seconds, and replaced every logical thought with an intense heat.
He quickly leaned down to capture your lips with his.

You were frozen with shock for an instant, but eventually started to kiss him back.
His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you off of the ground, into a sitting position.
It felt so…right.

So right, that you couldn’t understand why you hadn’t been doing this all along.
You grabbed a hold of his collar, and deepened the kiss.

It was as if someone had set off fireworks in your mind, the sensation was indescribably wild.
Newt then pulled away, completely wide eyes staring back at you.

You immediately felt his absence from your lips.
“I-I don’t know what to say” you laugh nervously as he lifted a hand up to stroke your cheek.
“Then don’t speak” he smiled wildly, but just before he was able to pull you in for another kiss, you recoiled.

“But we’re going to be late for your big celebration” you state, but his eyes were too full of lust to focus on reason.

“I’m sure we can spare just a few moments.” You nodded vigorously and pulled him back into another passionate kiss.

This wasn’t exactly how you thought your night would go.

But you couldn’t say you weren’t pleased as hell with how it really went.

Originally posted by wandamaixmoff

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