no your face is not perfect

Happy birthday @purgatory-jar!!! I started this before you told me you weren’t going to Florence, so… oops! Hope the day was great :)

“He’s so…” Castiel’s gaze slides over the sculpture as he sighs, blue eyes drinking in every curve of marble with flushed cheeks. To his left, Dean raises an amused brow, nudging his boyfriend playfully. 

“Should I be jealous?”

Despite the fact that Cas snorts, it takes just a hair too long for his gaze to be torn away. Dean whistles lowly in response. “Oh man, Cas, you got it bad.”

“He’s beautiful!” Castiel shoots back, wrapping his left arm around Dean’s right. “Look at him, you can’t tell me he’s not gorgeous.”

Dean hums, critically looking the sculpture over. “…His dick’s a little small.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it.”


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Say You Won’t Let Go

Anonymous Asked: I loved Fast Car!! Can you do one where Bucky proposes to the reader in a place that’s special to her???? It can be whereever you choose! Thanks!

A/N: Thanks so much! I hope this is okay, thank you so much for the submission :) xx

Warnings: just… so much fluff.

Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers

You weren’t exactly sure how you had gotten into this situation, but you can’t say that you were complaining.

A red dress, your hair curled to perfection, and your cheeks a rosy pink.

Bucky swore to you that he was going to make it a night that you would never forget. You didn’t know what he meant by that and you were sightly scared but also very excited.

“So, why red?” Wanda asked, looking at your reflection from behind you. You smiled, “Bucky said the red dress is his favorite. He also said it fits the occasion so I’m expecting a fancy dinner or something.”

Wanda shrugged, a small smile playing on her face that scared you to bits. She knew something, and she wasn’t telling you. “What do you know?”

She put her hands up, walking out of the room.

You shook your head, giving yourself a once over in the mirror and blowing out a breath of air. Your legs carried you out of the room and towards the front door where you were told to meet Bucky.

Bucky and you have been dating for over a year, the two of you meeting in Bucharest. He had told you everything about himself (everything that he could remember), but only after about a month of friendly interrogation on your part.

It was odd to find another American there, so obviously you had to get answers.

You knew he was on the run, and you were right there with him. When he’d let you be, of course. It was all worth it in the end, because now you were in a happy relationship and it couldn’t be any better.

He knew everything about you as well, like your back round in the performing arts and your love for everything that is theater. You had gone to Romania to work on a production and that’s how you and Bucky met. He went to see the show, and you two instantly clicked.

After a moment of waiting, you saw Bucky walk up to you with his face freshly shaved, and well-fitted tux on his body.

You’d never seen him like this. It almost left you breathless because everything about him drove you crazy and this new aspect was something you certainly weren’t complaining about.

“Hello darlin’.” Bucky took your hand in his, kissing it gently and meeting eyes with you.

“Such a gentleman today.” You grinned, feeling butterflies flutter in your stomach even so long into the relationship.

Bucky laced his hand in yours and opened the door to lead you out. “I’m always a gentleman.”

“Of course you are.”

Bucky opened the car door for you and you entered it carefully, being sure to smile as a thank you to him and soon enough, the two of you were off.

“You gonna tell me where we’re going yet?” You questioned, playing with the hem of your dress. Bucky only smirked, allowing you to study his newly shaved face and slicked back hair.

After a moment of driving, Bucky put his hand on your thigh and squeezed softly, “I’m sure that you’re going to enjoy it. Now,” he stopped at a red light and met eyes with you, “shut up and enjoy the ride.”

A giggle left your throat and you put your hands up in defense, sitting the rest of the ride in a comfortable silence, his hand never leaving your thigh.

Eventually Bucky stopped, right outside of a very expensive looking building that nearly left you speechless. It looked familiar, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint why you had been here before. “What are y- this looks so expensive Bucky.”

“Tony owns the building, wouldja calm down and enjoy it?” Bucky rushed to your side of the car and opened the door, taking your hand in his as you stepped out.

As much as a cliche this date felt like, you were certainly enjoying it. You didn’t know why he was doing this, it wasn’t an anniversary or anything. Oh god, did you forget your anniversary?

Bucky took a deep breath, opening the door and leading you into the lobby area. Nobody was around, causing you to raise an eyebrow.


“Shush, (Y/N), just follow me.”

You shut your mouth, following Bucky through another door and and onto what looked like a stage.

Across the wooden floor was was scattered rose petals of all different colors, causing your jaw to drop to the floor. Your shoes clanked as you walked to the center of the stage, looking out at the empty seats in front of you.

“Can I ask?”

“This is the same stage that you performed on when you were 10 years old in a production of Annie. You practiced singing that sun song over and over until you felt like you got it just right.” Bucky explained, making you swallow back emotions as you felt yourself in that position again, remembering every detail of that night.

“Why did you bring me here?” You asked after a moment of relishing in old memories.

“This place is special to you, and tonight is a special night.”

Your head whipped around to Bucky. Shit, you did forget an anniversary!

“It’s not our anniversary,” Bucky said, chuckling and taking a step towards you, “It’s just a very special night.”

“How so?”

“Enough with the questions,” he whispered, reaching for your arms and wrapping them on his shoulders, “just dance with me.”

His hands resting in the curves of your waist and you heard music click on. “Put your head on my shoulder…”

Your face grew into a large grin as you swayed back and forth, listening to the old song with your head rested in the crook of Bucky’s neck. As you danced to the soft music, the stage lights had centered directly onto you two. 

You knew everyone else was somehow involved in this, Wanda sort of giving it away earlier tonight. You just didn’t think it was this… extravagant. 

Bucky smiled, kissing the top of your head as the song ended and the volume lowered. Another song began to play but he pulled away from looked into your eyes. His lips pressed softly against yours. 

In that moment, you felt pure bless. Your body arched into Bucky’s as he passionately kissed you. You’d always hated those romance movies where the girl slowly lifted her foot and leaned into the man, but you couldn’t help yourself but to do exactly that. 

As he pulled away, you smiled and flattened your dress before reaching down and picking up a handful of rose petals. 

You sprinkled them over his head and with a small smile playing on your lips. 

It was then you noticed Bucky’s shaky hand at his side. His bottom lip trembled slightly and you immediately became concerned. “Bucky, honey what’s going?” You rested your hand on the side of his face as you felt his jaw tense underneath your palm. 

“I’m terrified right now.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Why?” 

Bucky never got nervous. He faced so many different obstacles that you didn’t think it was in his blood. He willingly risked his life everyday to help save people and something about tonight was getting him down. 

He let out a breath, “I love you, you know that right?” 

“Of course, and I love you too.” The worst started to run through your mind, now causing you to almost panic. 

“No, (Y/N), I love you a lot. More than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything else.” 

A smile crept on your face, “What’s going on Buck?” 

You had almost forgotten that you were on a stage, despite the audience being empty. You attention was fully on Bucky, pure love and adoration pouring from your heart. 

Bucky reached into his pocket, pulling out a single ring. 

It wasn’t in a box or anything, it was just resting in his pocket the entire night and you hadn’t a clue. Bucky’s fingers gripped onto it tightly, his other hand scratching the back of his neck. 

“Oh shit I’m supposed to-” he stopped himself, giving you a nervous smile and getting down onto one knee. 

Your heart raced, the single spotlight now lighting up the entire stage. The music had grown even softer, and you weren’t sure if it was because you were so focused on Bucky or if someone in the sound booth turned it down. Either way, you were extremely excited for what was about to come. 

“I love you, and I- I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to wake up every morning next to you, and go to sleep every evening with you in my arms.” Bucky whispered, his voice shaking, all confidence he had earlier leaving his body. 

“Bucky, I-” 

“I want to ensure your happiness and make you believe that the world is good. I had this whole speech in my head that’s been running through my mind most of the night but I can’t seem to remember it. All that I know is that I want you to be my wife, forever and always.” Bucky stated, holding out the ring and staring up expectantly to you. 

You were speechless, almost to the point of holding back tears and you collapsed on the ground in front of him. Your dress spread over the floor and your hands covered your mouth. 

“Will you marry me?” 

You leaned forward and tackled him to the ground, straddling his waist and pressing kisses all over his face, finally landing one on his lips. 

“Can I take that as a yes?” Bucky asked, just loud enough for you to hear. 

You took the ring from his grip and slipped it onto your left hand, admiring the small diamond in the center. “Of course it’s a yes.” 

Suddenly cheers were heard from the back of the auditorium, causing both of you to whip your heads to the back. There was the silhouettes of the rest of the Avengers, cheering in happiness. 

“How much did they have to do with this?” 

Bucky smiled, “I just showed up with a ring.” 

You giggled, locking your lips with his in the most passionate and loved kiss you two have ever shared. 

You were excited to spend the rest of your life with the man you loved. 

The Unblessed - Part 3


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Summary: Everybody knows to stay away from the forest, where the Seelie and Unseelie courts remain as a permanent danger to humans. But when the people in your village begin to starve and you face a dangerous journey to the land of the fae, you never think of the consequences it may bring… Until the Prince of Winter himself sets his eyes on you.

Warnings: Explicit smut, NSFW, mentions of violence. 

Word count: 5188

A.N: Yes, this is my first smut ever, and yes, this series has apparently consumed my soul. Please, PLEASE let me know what you think… Enjoy!
As usual, dedicated to the wonderful Ella @buckysinthesinbin for encouraging me at every step of the way when all I wanted to do was spontaneously combust and for being an awesome friend. Here’s to burning in hell together.

Originally posted by gertieparr

Home, it turns out, is a vast palace that belongs to the winter court. You keep slipping in and out of consciousness, so determining the exact location of the place is impossible, but once the fae passes a giant set of doors you’re welcomed by a warm wind and the sound of people talking.

The place is crawling with fae, tall beautiful creatures with flawless skin and perfect features that seem to float around the place rather than walk, bodies moving gracefully over the marble floors. There’s one detail though, something that makes the beauty shatter once you pay attention for too long, when their faces morph into masks of disgust and rosebud eyes glare at you from all directions, the fair folk snarling at you with teeth like thorns.

You feel yourself being carried through various halls, climbing stairs, doors opening and closing behind you until you end up in a large bedroom, where your companion places you on the bed and turns around without a second look, closing the door behind him and leaving you alone.

Almost immediately, you sit up on the bed, scanning the room for any object that can get you out of there, to no avail, choosing to rummage through the drawers  of the bedside table instead, hoping to find a way out or at least a weapon, your mind just registering that you’ve been brought right into the lion’s den.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” The male voice coming from behind you makes you jump, your entire body tensing as you turn around slowly, hoping to find a fae ready to snap you in half, but instead, your eyes find a pair of sky blue eyes hidden under blonde strands of hair, looking at you with a mix of curiosity and amusement. What’s more interesting, the air doesn’t change around him, and even though there is an ethereal feel about this man, his eyes don’t spark and his skin doesn’t glisten, and his smile is as warm as the summer that’s just vanished.

He’s a human.

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brace: a voltron fanfic

an Uliro Week Fic
day one: endurance/weakness
rating: T for some semi-graphic imagery
[also on AO3]

This actually was supposed to be a birthday gift!fic for @queenvallkyrie​; I got so stupidly swamped I wasn’t able to finish it anywhere near in time. So here it is - double-dipping for uliro week, and for a friend. :) Happy very very belated birthday!

“It’s gorgeous,” Pidge breathes. Her eyes are sparkling as she gazes out the enormous window, nose pressed flat against the glass. “Wow.”

“A truly rare sight,” Coran agrees, smiling from his position at his control console. “You don’t come across a big ol’ ion storm very often these days. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

“I can’t believe it,” Lance agrees. His face is smooshed at the window next to Pidge. “Wow! Look at that!”

Outside the wide windows of the bridge, space is lit up in absolutely stunning colors. Huge clouds of dark purples and orange billow all around them, the unique particles and matter spinning in their celestial, dangerous dance. Violet clouds stream past the windows as the Castle sails through, thrusters slow and steady. Sparks of ice-green lightning flash in the depths of the clouds; the lightning is not unlike a thunderstorm, or so Ulaz has been assured. He does not quite understand, but it is the term Lance continues to use - a “space thunderstorm” - and Ulaz has no wish to cause dissent. Sometimes agreeing with Lance is just easier.

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i’m over 500 oh my god???? that’s like half of a thousand where did y'all come from???? anyways here’s a face reveal bc ya boi is a sucker for ###exposing myself lol
(thinking of doing something to get everyone aquatinted with me when it isn’t late and i can think straight?? lmk)

Perfect Night (Jared Kleinman X Reader)

AN; Chubby reader! It’s not the main focus but it’s just a side thing, I guess? I’m sorry this sucks and there aren’t very many descriptive Jared moments. I’ve yet to experience prom, dolls.

WC; 2131

You walked through the hallways with your books in your arms, a smile on your face as you chatted with your friend Zoe. You both walked into your largest class and sat down next to each other, still chatting away until a certain someone caught your attention.

“So yeah, Connor had-” Zoe stopped talking, noticing the blush that covered your face and the way your eyes were shining. She looked in the direction you were staring at and saw Jared Kleinman, sitting next to Connor and Connor’s boyfriend, Evan. She raised her eyebrows in a disgusted manor.

“Really, (Y/N/N)? Kleinman?” Zoe snorted, making eye contact with Alana as she walked in.

“Yeah,” You mumbled, a small smile on your face.

Connor also noticed you staring at Jared, so he hit Jared and pointed at you. Jared turned to you and flashed a smirk, winking at you.

“Oh my, oh my god,” You whispered, turning to Zoe. “Did he just- he just,”

“Hi, Zoe, (Y/n)!” Alana said as she sat down, kissing Zoe’s cheek. Alana noticed you freaking out and looked up at Connor and Evan to see them laughing. Jared was facing you and smirking.

“Were you two flirting again?” Alana grinned, poking fun at you.

“They were practically having eye sex.” Zoe chuckled, making you turn redder and hide your face.

“I seriously hate you two.” You mumbled into your hands.

“Okay, class, quiet down! Lessons are starting now!”

“Zoe, where are we going?” You whined, letting her pull you by the hand.

“Just wait! Be patient!” Zoe said, stopping suddenly. You almost ran into her.

“Ok, ok, sit here!” Zoe shouted excitedly, pushing you onto a bench. You frowned as she ran off, setting your back pack next to you. You uncomfortably tugged on your shirt to make it looser, a habit you had every time you sat down. You sat on the bench for about five minutes, watching the sun slowly start to set. You fidgeted with your hands, slowly getting annoyed.

“Hey,” You heard a voice call out softly, the person sitting next to you.

“Oh, uh, hi Jared.” You squeaked, noticing the flowers in his hands.

“Oh, er, these are for you.” Jared saw you looking at them and handed you the flowers with sweaty hands, a small grin on his face.

You turned red and cradled the flowers close to your chest, smelling them to hide your blush.

“Are you going to prom?” Jared blurted, his eyes focused on you.

“Oh- I- I wasn’t going to. I thought it’d be lame to go alone.” You mumbled, lifting your head up and looking at the sunset.

“Oh.” Jared fidgeted, looking at the sunset with you. “Who did you want to go with?”

You looked at Jared with slight shock. Jared turned his head to you, a stupid smirk on his stupid cute face.

“T-That’s none of your business, Jared!” You teased, a smirk on your face as well.

“Oh yeah?” Jared teased back. “What if I made it my business?”

“And how would you go about doing that?” You asked, a bit of confusion in your voice.

Jared stood up, a smirk still on his face. You held the flowers tightly, hoping this was what you thought it was. Connor and Evan stepped out from behind the tree nearby, snapping a steady beat.

“What the heck I gotta do,” Jared sang, drawing it out. “To be with you.”

AN; Just imagine the rest of the song, I don’t wanna add it lmao ;3

Jared repeated it, having Connor and Evan sing background vocals. Zoe and Alana eventually stepped out and joined the snapping and background vocals.

“So I decided I needed to step my game up.” Jared sang.

“What the heck I gotta do. Who do I have to be, for you to go to prom with me?” Jared finished, his eyes hopeful. Your friends went quiet and waited for your answer. You set the flowers on the bench and launched yourself at Jared, bringing him to the ground in a hug.

“Is that a yes?” Jared said, sitting up and hugging you back.

“Yes, my god, yes!” You laughed, tears gathering at your eyes. Your friends cheered and whooped happily.

“Now, why am I here?” Connor complained from the backseat of the car.

“Connor, we can’t let our dates see our outfits until the night of prom! So us three are going together!” Zoe explained again, glancing in the rear view mirror. You smiled out the window as the car pulled into the mall. Evan, Jared, and Alana had decided to go shopping together while you, Zoe, and Connor went.

“Okay!” Zoe cheered. “We’re here!”

As the three of you walked into the dress shop, you felt worry gathering in your stomach. What if the dresses didn’t fit you? What if they didn’t have your size? Well, Connor would probably get mad and demand they start stocking larger sizes for body equality. Zoe would calmly tell them to get their shit in order and leave. The Murphy siblings were practically your real siblings.

Zoe squealed and immediately ran in, heading towards a rack full of gorgeous prom dresses. Connor smiled at you and pulled you in by your wrist gently.

By the time you both caught up with Zoe she had piles of dresses on each arm, one pile for you and one pile for her. Connor groaned and grabbed the nearest suit and light blue tie to match Evan’s.

You and Jared had agreed on a (f/c) color scheme, Zoe and Alana decided on a pretty lime green theme, and Evan and Connor agreed on black and light blue.

Zoe shoved the pile of dresses into your arms and pulled you to the changing rooms. She sat down in the chair in front of one and pulled Connor into the chair next to her.

“You try all of your dresses on first, and we’ll tell you how they are!” Zoe squealed, her eyes shining happily. You nodded and hesitantly walked into the large changing room, glancing at yourself in the mirror. You tore you clothes off and avoided looking in the mirror until you had the first dress on. The first one fit perfectly but was way too puffy. You stepped out of the dressing room and could tell it was an immediate no by the looks the two were giving you.

“Okay then.” You laughed, heading back into the changing room.

The second dress was way too tight, so you didn’t even go out to show Zoe and Connor. It would’ve been embarrassing.

The next dress was the perfect length and it hugged your top half perfectly. The dress was a strapless heart shaped top with a lacy bottom that just touched the floor. Your waist looked amazing, and you felt very confident. You stepped out of the dressing room with a smile, flaunting around dramatically.

“You look hot, (Y/N)!” Zoe said, a grin on her face.

“No.” Connor said. “You cannot wear that.”

“What? Why?” You asked, your smile fading.

“Jared will be ALL over you, it’s just too hot.” Connor smirked, crossing his arms.

“Perfect.” You said, earning a shocked cough from Connor.

“No! That’s not gonna happen! You HAVE to dance with an imaginary balloon between you two!” Connor demanded, acting like he was your older brother. You stuck your tongue out and mocked him, earning a giggle from Zoe.

You stood on the front steps of the Murphy household, waiting for your dates to arrive.

“Alana says the limo is only two minutes away.” Zoe said, putting her phone in her small handbag. Connor was fidgeting with his hands awkwardly, his hair up in a bun.

“D-Does my tie look alright?” Connor nervously fixed his tie, looking between you and Zoe.

“Yes, Connor, you look amazing.” You smiled, gently hitting him on the arm. Your parents were standing inside, watching you three bond on the front steps. The limo pulled up slowly, and Evan stepped out first. He was wearing a black suit with an adorable blue tie to match Connor. Alana stepped out with a short lacy lime green dress, rocking a silver handbag and flats. Lastly, Jared crawled out, wearing a black suit with a (f/c) tie. Jared smiled at you and stepped up, taking your hand. You blushed and smiled.

“You look absolutely hot, Ms. (L/N).” Jared grinned, gently slipping a (f/c) corsage onto your wrist. You smiled back, your other hand on your chest in a flattered way.

“Why, you’re quite hot too, Mr. Kleinman.” You flirted, letting him lead you to the limo.

“Y-You got us reservations at a pizza place?!” Evan said, laughing slightly.

Jared shrugged and laughed, grabbing your hand to hold it. Connor shook his head at you with a smile.

“This is going to be the best night ever!” Zoe said, pulling Alana into the pizza shop.

“How do you even get reservations at a pizza shop?” Connor mumbled, letting Evan pull him inside. You smiled at Jared and walked in side by side.

“Not only did he make ‘reservations’, he had the pizza premade.” Alana giggled, taking a bite of a slice.

Jared plopped down into the booth, pulling you down into his side. You six ate three whole pizzas, somehow managing to keep your clothes all clean. Jared had one arm around you the whole time, a smile on his face.

“Ugh, who’s ready to go dance the night away?” Jared groaned, his other hand on his stomach.

“Me!” Zoe cried, taking Alana’s hand and running back to the limo.

“How the hell do they do that?” Connor squinted, watching the two girls run away together, full of energy.

“Caffeine, maybe?” Evan said, getting up with you all and heading to the limo.

Jared awkwardly placed his hands on your waist as you placed your hands on his neck. You turned red as you and Jared made eye contact. You stepped forward a bit, your bodies almost touching. Jared’s hands were sweaty and holding you tightly.

“This is,” Jared mumbled. “Wow. Just wow.”

You laughed quietly, looking down and then back up at Jared. The lights were dim, and the disco ball above lit up the room. You stared into Jared’s eyes as the two of you swayed slowly, glancing at his lips slowly.

“C-an I kiss you?” Jared mumbled, his voice cracking.

“My god, yes.” You whispered, leaning in slightly. Jared quickly jerked forward and crashed his lips onto yours, almost bumping his forehead on yours. The kissed lasted longer than it should’ve, and it started to get intense. You both pulled away, your eyes wide.

“Should we-?” You said, not noticing your friends watching you.

“Hell yeah.” Jared said, grabbing your hand and pulling you out the door.

“Where the fuck are they going?” Connor asked, a bit overprotective.

“Probably gonna get laid.” Zoe giggled, dancing with Alana.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine..” Evan mumbled, swaying side to side with Connor. Connor grumbled and pouted, pulling Evan closer.

‘did u make it home last night?’ Connor texted into the group chat with you and Zoe.

‘nope’ You texted back, laying next to a sleeping Jared.

‘good thing your parents aren’t home.’ Zoe added.

‘how do u know?’ You questioned.

‘we came here to check on u but ur clearly at jareds.’ Connor added with a smirk emoji.

‘was he good?’ Connor added, making you groan and turn off your phone.

“Pretty sure I was the best you’ve had.” Jared said, his voice croaking. He scared you, and you dropped your phone on your face.

“Jared!” You cried, giggling. Jared chuckled sleepily and pulled your naked frame into his side. Your face burned red as you insecurely wrapped the blanket around yourself.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t be like that. I saw all of your beautifulness underneath me last night.” Jared smirked, somehow managing to pull himself into the blanket you had wrapped around yourself.

“Shut up, handsome.” You said, burying your face into his neck and wrapping your arms around him. 

anonymous asked:

Dnp when they're about to propose


  • Dan would bring you to a beautiful restaurant with a nice outside dining space.
  • It would be on your anniversary. 
  • “I love playing dress up with you. I also like playing fancy grownups with you even more.”
  • At desert, he would ask. “I have a question for you.” 
  • He wouldn’t get on one knee. 
  • He would hold your hands across the table to ask.
  • After getting home the two of you would call both of your parents to say it happened and celebrate. 


  • Would bring you to a park with beautiful trees and flowers. 
  • “Let’s go take a walk and take photos in front of nature.” 
  • It would end up being the perfect day for a walk in the spring with a nice breeze. 
  • He would so put a camera somewhere to video him getting down on one knee in front of a fountain. 
  • He would post the cute Instagram of you kissing his cheek while holding his face letting the ring be seen. 

Pairing: The Cullens x Reader

Characters: The Cullen Family

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,428

Note #1: This was requested by an anonymous person and I truly hope you like it, hun! I really did try to make it as perfect as you would have wanted it!

Could you please write an imagine where you just spend time with the Cullens together as a family?

Note #2: Also, I decided not to include Bella Swan in this one and I hope everyone (primarily the requester) is alright with it. Anyway, have a great read!

Your name: submit What is this?

“I cannot believe I beat you, Em!” I exclaim unbelievably, placing my game controller beside me as I lace my fingers together and turn my palms to face outward in front of myself as far as I could.

Sighing in content, I plop back onto the cushioned sofa in the Cullen living room. The living room always seemed to have been brought to the highest level of design with the use of ecletic furniture, and many modern accents.  

“Please,” Emmett scoffed, as he went back to restart another game. “It was simply a warm up. I let you win this one.”

In my small triumph, I smirked, much like the Cheshire Cat - a small pouting of the lips; a narrowing of the eyes and a tilting of the head. “Is that so?” I question, with raised brows. “Well, I believe I beat you fair and square. You just hate to admit it.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi could do 3, 20 & 36 from the prompt list with simon please?! thanks x

“I’m not jealous.” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your body.

“Just admit I’m right.” Simon poked your side, making you giggle before making a straight face again.

“She looks like a walking cheeto anyway will all her fake tan on. And her eyebrows? Don’t even get me started.” You thought out loud, making Simon snort.

“You’re right there.” Simon noted, chuckling. 

“Did I say that out loud?” You questioned, looking up at your boyfriend.

“Yes. I love you and only you. Plus I don’t date people who look like cheetos anyway.” Simon said, kissing you on your lips just as the waitress came to your table.

Perfect timing.

myrkks  asked:

emperor's new groove au where yato is kuzco, hiyori is pacha, and father is yzma

“I’m sorry, but you’ve thrown off the emperor’s groove,” the parti-colored guard said to Kofuku, who was then summarily tossed out the third-story window.

“You can’t just destroy my village to make room for some…some animal theme park!” Hiyori growled. Yato gasped in horror.

“It’s not just an ‘animal’ theme park. It’s Capypa Land!”

“What the hell is a ‘capypa’?!”

“Well,” Yato sniffed, “it’s more important than you, that’s for certain.”

Fujisaki admired his nails from atop his towering throne, an expression of perfect contempt on his face.

“It is no concern of mine whether your family has–what was it again?”

The villager stuttered out: “F-food?”

Fujisaki let out a bark of laughter.

“Ha! You really should have thought about that before you became peasants!

“Ah, how shall I do it?”

Fujisaki contemplated how to most efficiently kill Yato while Yukine waited patiently in the background.

“Oh, I know.” He rubbed his hands together, an evil expression twisting his features. “I’ll turn him into a flea, a harmless, little flea, and then I’ll put that flea in a box, and then I’ll put that box inside of another box, and then I’ll mail that box to myself, and when it arrives…I’ll smash it with a hammer!!!”

Fujisaki approached Yukine, who was busily arranging salad forks before the beginning of the fateful dinner.

“So,” Fujisaki said casually. “Is everything ready for tonight?”

Yukine straightened one of the egg cups. “Oh, yeah. I thought we’d start off with soup and a light salad, and then see how we feel after that.”

“Not the dinner,” Fujisaki growled. “You know…”

“Oh, right.” Yukine slapped his forehead. “The poison. The poison for Yato, the poison chosen especially to kill Yato, Yato’s poison.”

He paused.

“That poison?”

(In reference to Yato, a freshly minted llama, passed out on the dining room table.)


Emperor Yato, collapsed and weeping against the fountain, was a spectral and disturbing sight for the confused Hiyori.

“I’m an ugly stinky llama!” Yato wailed. “Llama faaaaace!”

Hiyori took a step closer.

“Um,” she said. “It’s. It’s okay–”

“Did you turn me into a llama?!”

Yato turned on her, his tear-swollen eyes narrowing with suspicion.

“You were awfully uncharitable about capypa land. Is this”–gesturing to his fully realized llama body–“your sick revenge?!”

Hiyori burst from the water, coughing and spitting. Immediately she looked around for her llama companion–and found him unconscious and rapidly sinking. Dragging Yato to shore, she muttered:

“First with ‘Capypa Land,’ then with the criminal accusations, and now this–”

Flopping Yato’s body onto the ground, Hiyori knelt to listen for a heartbeat. The thick fur muted her hearing, but she could make out a dull, uneven thump. She had no idea what a llama’s heartbeat sounded like, but that seemed promising.

“Wake up,” she commanded, shaking Yato’s head from side to side. “Wake up! Come on! Wake up!! Dammit, I’m not going to–”

Hiyori froze. What if she had to?

She looked down at Yato again. He remained stubbornly not-breathing.

He was the Emperor, and in most cases, a divinely handsome–albeit selfish and conceited–man.

But he was also a llama.

She couldn’t think it. She closed her eyes.

A few moments later, Yato’s opened with a snap. Hiyori’s face hovered above him, her face suspiciously red.

He noticed this before he began heaving water up out of his lungs, emptying a good portion of the river out of his airway.

“What…did you…” he wheezed.

“Nothing!” Hiyori shrieked. “I did nothing!”

“They don’t allow pets in this restaurant,” Hiyori noted, pointing at the sign above the door.

“You know what that means,” Yato said. Hiyori thought at that moment he looked as evil as a bedraggled and half-starved man-boy-llama possibly could.

The waitress seated them at a window table. Under his bushy faux mustache, Hiyori could tell Yato was grinning like a demon.

“Thank you,” she muttered miserably.

“Yes, thank you ever so much,” Yato cooed. “We’re on our honeymoon, after all.” He fluttered his eyelashes across the table at her and Hiyori cringed into the depths of her menu.

“What’ll it be?” asked the bored waitress.

“Oh, you already know what I like, darling,” said Yato in a syrupy tone that turned Hiyori’s stomach.

“Two specials, please,” she whispered, reluctantly allowing Yato to clasp her hand in his gloved one on top of the table.

After the waitress left them alone, she knocked his hand away.

“I’ve changed my mind,” she hissed. “First, don’t ever ask me to order for you again, and second, next time I will let the jaguars finish what they started.”

“I’ve been turned into a cow,” said Kazuma. “Can I go home?”

“Sure,” said Fujisaki.

“Wow, can you believe that after all that trouble, my dastardly advisor would get turned into a harmless kitten?” Yato asked. When he didn’t get an immediate answer, he nudged Yukine meaningfully.

“Not really,” Yukine said with a somewhat torn expression on his face as he cradled a wide-eyed Fujikitten.

“Or that all this time I was an extraordinarily handsome and compassionate Emperor in the guise of a pitiful llama?” Yato continued.

“Not really,” Hiyori replied, turning as red as the sunset and refusing to make eye contact.

“Or that capypas are, in fact, the most beautiful creatures to grace this green earth?”

“Not really,” said Hiyori and Yukine in unison.


The Eleventh Hour so far has my favorite storytelling from Griffin! So here’s a pseudo-movie poster ehuehueue

Had to do another illustration for our Fantasy Illust class and our prof gave me the go signal to draw TAZ again as long as I found good face refs for them. B^) I based Magnus, Taako and Merle on John Spainhour, Paul Boche, and Brian Cox respectively! 

my homemade facial masks

*this are my own recipes

chéri romantique

(this one is help firm and tone your skin,  moisturizes and hydrates.)

6 tsp fresh rose petals (or 3 tsp dried), 1 quart minarel water, 2 tsp honey, 1 tbsp rose water, 2 tbsp wheat flour

mix all of them together and apply all over your face. Leave on for 15 to 20 minutes and rinse. 

exquisite fae

(this moisturizes and hydrates your skin and will leave your face more glowing and helps to cleanse the dirt responsible for causing acne.)

2 mashed strawberies, 1 tsp honey, 1 tsp oatmeal, 1 tsp fresh cream 

mix all of them together and apply all over your face. Leave on for 10 to 15 minutes and wash your face with hot water.

sirène fraîche

(this one soothe skin and calm breakouts and irritation. And the best hangover cure)

mix 1 teaspoon of sea salt (use sea salt not table salt) with 3 tsp of hot water (if you use minarel water it would be better) in a bowl or cup stir until the sea salt is dissolved. mix in 2 tsp of aloe vera gel. Apply all over your face, leave on for 10 minutes and wash it gently.


(this one helps cleanse, soothe skin and reduce allergy symptoms)

2 tsp honey,1 tsp plain yogurt, 1 or 2 drop coconut oil, 1 drop lavender oil

mix them together and apply your face, leave on for 15 minutes and wash your face.


(this one calm breakouts, heals withered skin.rehydrates and renews skin)

1 tbsp milk, ¼ ripe avacado, 1 tsp oatmeal

mix them together and apply all over your face leave on for 15 to 20 minutes and wash your face with cold water.

If I’m dating you, that means I’m dating all of you. I want to know all your favorite things, and listen to you endlessly about what you’re passionate about. I want you excitedly talking too loud about how you’re going to change the world. I want to know about your siblings, and have lunch with your parents. I want to know if you have a good relationship with your family or not, and why. I want to know your fears and anxieties and what keeps you awake at night. I want to know when you first learned how to ride a bike, and when you got your first heart break. I want to know about the summer you felt most alive. I want to know about how you planned your wedding as a child, and the names you picked out for your hypothetical children. I want to know your mood just by looking at your face. I want to know who your best friends are. I want us to be able to communicate with an expression, and to have so many inside jokes it feels like we’re living in our own world. When I date you, I don’t want just a portion, I want the whole damn thing. The good, the bad, the ugly, and the down right perfect. I don’t settle for half ass relationships.

The Backflip Bandit

So I had mentioned to a friend of mine that I was reopening a Pathfinder campaign and he showed interest in joining, so I gave him a trial run. If he liked it then he could stay. He made a Rogue Elf and wanted to be a generic thief. Since all the other players are level 5 already I gave all the new characters a good bit of downtime to catch up, so that means mostly 1 on 1 sessions of 90% improv with maybe some other players watching. A little note about this kid is he is a bit unpredictable when he is upset, and one of our other PCs just messed with him and threw him in a garbage can.

Me(DM): So you are in a Garbage can, what do you do?

Rogue: I sleep here for 12 hours…

Me: Ok… 12 hours pass, what do you do next..?

Rogue: I get up and look for some food.

Me: You smell freshly baked bread and follow the smell to a bakery.

Rogue: I sit down and smell for a half hour.

Me: Right… people look at you weirdly as you sniff the air for 30 minutes.

Rogue: I ask the lady behind the counter for a cake.

Me: She offers you one fresh cake for 10 gold.

Rogue: I buy it to go and take the cake.

Me: Ok.

Rogue: I roll acrobatics to do a backflip out of the store…*fails*

Me: … you try to backflip with a cake in your hands, but you instead land face first into the cake, hurting yourself.

Rogue: I sit there and shovel cake into my mouth in self pity.

Me: … everyone who sees you wonders if you are alright.

Rogue: I get up and smash my face through the display case…*fails strength check*

Me: You bounce your head off the glass.

Rogue: I do it again…*fails*

Me: Everyone is wondering if you are mentally insane.

Rogue: One more time…*succeeds*

Me: Everyone looks in shock as you smash your face through solid glass, taking 4 damage.

Rogue: I steal a cake from the display case and attempt to backflip out of the store…*succeeds*

Me: Everyone is too scared and confused to notice that you just stole a cake.

Rogue: I sprint down the road holding the cake high above my head until I reach the river. I roll acrobatics to cross the river with a backflip. *Crits*

Me(clearly confused and shocked): You make it across the river without getting wet, cake completely intact.

Rogue: I run to the farmland and look for animals… *succeeds*

Me: You find some cows..?

Rogue: Perfect…I place the cake on the ground and roll to tip the cow by backflipping over it…*SUCCEEDS*

Me: The cow has been tipped, it thrashes about on the ground for a while…

Rogue: I go back to pick up the cake and sit down next to the cow. I shovel some cake in my hand and ask the cow if it wants any…*Fails Handle Animal*

Me: The cow hoofs you in the butt from its downed position.

Rogue: Oh well, more for me.

This was an extremely random and exhausting encounter, I had no idea what to say or do after this. However, after he got this out of his system he became a little more serious and actually did some roguish things.

To this day he is referred to as “The Backflip Bandit” and rolls acrobatics for backflips CONSTANTLY to retain his title.


cute bare faced jiyongie all bundled up (๑>◡<๑)