queens is the new something

when you realize ultra talented queens were eliminated for the sake of derrick’s journey toward gluing her brows down

Here’s something I want you to do for me  :  go to a blog that you appreciate, or someone you see on your dash right now, or someone who you think could use some cheering up. On or off anon, tell them something  nice.  Spread positivity  because we’re a  community  of writers. Let’s not make drama and hate make us forget that  !  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

there’s this girl

Title: there’s this girl
Fandom: miraculous ladybug
Rating: K+
Characters: Ladybug (Marinette), Queen Bee (Chloe)
Summary: Queen Bee has a secret. It’s not what Ladybug thinks.

“So there’s this girl.”

Ladybug cocked her head and stared at her friend with wide eyes, mouth falling open to say something, but the look on Queen Bee’s face stopped her in her tracks. Bottom lip caught between her teeth, gaze heavy on her hands clasped tightly in her lips, she looked hesitant and unsure, lacking the confidence and charisma that usually oozed from every pore. Ladybug didn’t know how to respond. It wasn’t every day that Queen Bee chose to open up to her or any of the other heroes of Paris; she held her secrets and identity tighter than any of them did.

“For my father,” she’d say when asked why and rarely said more. Ladybug wasn’t arguing—she did the same thing—but it was different to have someone so similar working beside her. While she enjoyed Volpina’s presence, and Chat Noir was her partner, Queen Bee was something entirely new and unexpected, but not unwanted. Ladybug had spent so long explaining why secret identities were important, and while everyone had accepted that long ago, Queen Bee was the only person who seemed to understood why.

“So there’s this girl,” Queen Bee had said, completely out-of-the-blue and sending Ladybug’s thoughts into a whirlwind, unprompted on an early Saturday after an akuma battle under the silver sunrise of the Paris morning. “And I don’t know what to do.”

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A little raven was the savior to their alliance- Donned in black ruffles and charcoal bows, rushing upon unsteady legs, the four-year-old made her presence quite known as she stumbled to the king’s feet. Even at such a tender age, one would be remiss to not sight the similarities between the two. Their hair was the color of spilled ink, their eyes a pale blue, their smiles like blades- dual edged and cutting.

“Alysanne.” The king spoke her name with such affection that it was difficult to catch any semblance of a scolding. He had carefully plucked her from
The ground, placing her at his knee. From there, all could see the matching curve of their lips- unsettling though it may have been.

—  A RQ FANFIC I’LL PROBABLY NEVER FINISH
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Palmetto State Musical

With @rachel-josten-minyard and @50snettle ; @queen-of-perplexity you might enjoy this.

Neil: The Start Of Something New

Andrew: Get'cha Head In The Game (sung by the Foxes [mostly Neil] to him)

Aaron: I don’t dance (with Kevin for Kevaaron feels)

Kevin: Bet On It (When he runs away)

Nicky: What Time Is It; Humu humu nuku nuku apua a

Allison: Fabulous

Matt: Now Or Never

Dan: Bop To The Top

Seth: Gotta Go My Own Way (I’m sorry)

Renee: When There Was Me And You (This could work for many Foxes honestly, but Renee needed love)

Wymack and Abby: You Are The Music In Me (Troy and Gabriella version)

Riko: Status Quo

Jean: Everyday (with Jeremy for JereJean feels)

The Trojans: Work This Out (When Jean joins them)

Jean and Kevin (duet): The Boys Are Back

Andreil: Breaking Free

The Foxes: We’re All In This Together

All My Days I’ll Know Your Face

Summary: When a new kid starts at Phil’s school, Phil certainly doesn’t expect him to be everything he ever could have hoped for in a friend and more. Can he convince him to let go of the past and audition for the school musical? And what about those feelings that somehow seem to pop up when he least expects them?

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: Fluff, High school AU

Extra tags: Getting together, strangers to friends to lovers

Warnings: Bullying, homophobia mention, some swearing

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A/N: Inspired by Dan and Phil’s recent comments, “I really think that 14-year-old Dan and 14-year-old Phil would have gotten along quite well.” “I think they’d have been friends”, as well as my recent Glee rewatch and obsession with theatrekid!Dan. Big thanks to Kirsten (cafephan) for encouraging me to write this, as it probably wouldn’t have happened otherwise. I hope you enjoy!!

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If you were Thorin’s queen...

You would be his most prized treasure and he would not shy away from public displays of affection. He would dote on you with every ounce of show and present you to his court as if you were the Arkenstone yourself.

He would forge you your own crown:

To go along with his own:

If you were to have children, they would be his little princes and princesses and he would marvel at how much they looked like you. He would take them to council meetings and let them sit on his lap as he sat his throne. He’d teach them to forge and use swords and play with them in the Mountain corridors. And in the middle of the night, when they had bad dreams, he’d let them snuggle in bed between the two of you but you’d kick him Thorin out when he started snoring too loud. And he would laugh and sleep on his stomach instead.

If you were Thorin’s queen, he’d love you so entirely that he’d move Erebor to be with you for his queen is his world.

Yitzhak deserves to be treated better. He is a cinnamon roll, too pure for this world. 

honeywhatthefuck  asked:

Can you write a imagine for me? "Of course I'm not afraid!" + fluffy + Jackson Wang. Thank you, have a nice weekend 💙

Lazying around in the apartment during the weekends is your favorite thing to do, especially if it is with your one and only, Jackson. It can range from watching dramas all day, or be in between the sheets all day. But of course, you enjoy every single thing you guys do together, and today, it is just another day of being in front of the television, watching dramas.

“Baby, want some popcorn? ” He shouts, as you hear shuffles coming from the kitchen. You snuggle into the couch to a more comfortable position, before answering.

“Yeah, sure.”

You watch the drama running, showing a scene of a couple on a romantic date, holding their hands and walking down the flowery garden path. You suddenly feel a dip on the couch and the sound of a bowl hit the table, before someone snuggles closer to your body.

“Ahh so warm…”

Jackson sighs and puts his body on top of yours, peppering your neck and face with small kisses, his hand wrapped around your waist. You can feel his body heat, because he is literally shirtless, right on top of you.

“This is nice,” you mumble and pull him closer.

“Yeah, having you here is nice. And being with you is so much better than alone,” he continues, smiling sweetly. His warm breaths hit your skin, making you tingle.

You are totally absorbed into the drama, not noticing that Jackson is staring at you.

“Y/N, let’s do something else. I’ve seen this for like a thousand times already,” he whines and pouts his lips to get your attention.

You turn your face towards him, before asking him in a cute voice.

“Okay, what do you want to do?”

“Let’s play a game! Rock, paper, scissors.” He says excitedly as he gets up, sitting next to you, legs folded.

You stare at him, giving him the ‘are you serious’ look. He wiggles his eyebrows before continuing.

“But, with a twist. The loser needs to compliment the other person, how about that?” He suggests, still pouting to appear cute to you.

“You know I can never say no to that cute face,” you mumble. His face lights up before he puts his hand at his back, already preparing for the game.

“Ready? Rock, paper, scissors!”

You stare at your hand, curled into a fist, and his hand making the scissors.

“Aha! I win, so what’s your compliment?” You shout in triumph.

He smirks before saying, “You look cute when you sneeze.”

“I don’t know if you’re being sarcastic or not, Jackson.”

“What? I’m serious okay? How dare you push my compliment away,” he furrows his eyebrows playfully, before you punch his arm lightly.

“Okay okay, thanks for the compliment,” you smile and tilt your head, putting your hand behind your back.

“Let’s continue. Rock, paper, scissors! ”

This time, he wins the round, making him giggle like a school girl, waiting for your compliment.

“I like your eyes. It’s expressive and beautiful, can’t help but to stare,” you say as you tilt your body forward, leaning in to look into his brown eyes, watching as his eyes dilate.

“Kyaaaah, you’re cute!” He exclaims happily, pinching your rosy cheeks before continuing the game.

“Now now, next round. Rock, paper, scissors!”

“Give me my compliment,” you happily chirp after winning.

“Don’t worry, I’ll never run out of compliments about you. Okay, this might sounds unbelievable but you always, I mean, always look beautiful, even though you just woke up with that nest hair, I find you breathtakingly beautiful every time I look at you.”

“Jackson…” you are touched by that compliment. He sounds so sincere and you do not even know what you did in your past life to deserve this loving man, admiring every single inch of your body and your personality.

“Aww don’t cry!” He quickly squish your cheeks, making cute expressions.

“Now, next round! Rock, paper, scissors!” He suddenly says, catching you off guard.

“I lose again?” You stare at the scissors in your hand.

“It looks like it. I’m waiting~” he chuckles, wrapping his arms around his broad chest.

“I love you,” you whisper, hiding a blush on your face. You look away from his face, completely facing the television.

“Love you too,” he pulls you into a hug and kisses your cheek.

“But I ask for a compliment, not a confession,” he raises his eyebrows, wanting the answer.

“I think you’re such a funny person, but at the same time, serious and considerate. I love that about you.” You answer shyly.

“Awww baby that’s sweet,” he hyperventilates and pulls you again into a hug and kisses your cheek.

He really loves pulling you into his embrace, kissing you all over, and saying I love you to your ear. He wants to remind you that you are important to him, and you meant the world. He loves feeling your skin, your curves, and traces on your facial features, even though sometimes you feel insecure about yourself, but Jackson never fails to make you feel like a queen.

“Okay now, let’s play something new. Take this popcorn and try to throw it inside my mouth. If you fail, you need to kiss me.
And vice versa,” he suggests again, smiling cockily.

“What exactly are you trying to pull here, Jackson?” You eye him suspiciously.

“Nothing babe…I just wanna spend some quality time playing games with my girlfriend who I love so much, is that wrong?” His expression turns sad, making you feel bad. You quickly hold his hands and squeeze it lightly.

“Just joking~ Come on, let’s continue,” you take the popcorn bowl and put it on your lap. You take one of the popcorn and aim to his mouth. He moves further from you, making the game more difficult.

“Okay, ready,” you say before throwing the popcorn to his mouth, in which, it fell to his lap, causing you to groan in disappointment.

Jackson puckers his plump lips, waiting for your kiss. You roll your eyes, and gives his lips a soft peck.

“Your lips is sweet,” he winks before taking a popcorn from the bowl on your lap, and aims it to your mouth.

“Okay, I’m going to throw this,” he says. Seconds later, you feel the popcorn being thrown to your forehead.

“Jackson! You did it on purpose aren’t you?” You get angry playfully, furrowing your brows together. He laughs with that high pitch laugh of his at your surprised reaction.

“Well, to be honest, I just want to kiss you,” he shrugs his head and closes the distance between both of you, as you feel his moist lips come in contact with yours.

He pulls away and giggles softly. You just roll your eyes at his cuteness, and slowly take your hand to his waist and tickle him, making him cringe and laugh like a maniac.

“Y/N, stopppp!!” He laughs loudly, his eyes shut tightly, and his hands trying to swat your hands away, in which, he is successful in doing so after a couple seconds of torture from you.

“Now Y/N, don’t play rough. You know I can be rougher,” he holds your hands on top of your head, and kisses your lips again, before winking at you, knowing exactly that you know what he meant by that.

“Whatever,” you mumble. Your cheeks are burning and your heart beat quickens.

He suddenly gets up from the couch, and turns off the television. You watch Jackson just in his sweatpants, walking to a shelf near the television, grabbing a box.

“Okay, now how about some board ga–oh my God!” He throws the box away on the floor, making you startled at his sudden shriek.

“What’s the matter?!” You jump from the couch, placing the bowl on the table and slowly tiptoeing to him. You eyes scan around the scene, until you finally see the reason behind his deafening shriek. He is frozen and glued to the wall.

“You’re afraid of spiders?” You are in shock to know that your muscular and athletic boyfriend is scared of a spider. You try to muffle your laugh by biting on your lips.

Of course I’m not afraid! Just surprised, you know. I can totally feel it’s hairy legs crawling on my skin, ugh disgusting,” he defends himself, still standing at the same spot, as he looks carefully around the box, before letting a relieved sigh and pick it up.

“Now, forget about that. Let’s play this!” He tries to change the topic, and quickly drags you to sit on the floor, as he takes out the snakes and ladder board. You smile mischievously at him, satisfied that you finally know his weakness that he tried to hide for so long.

“Okay, you throw the dice fir-why are you smirking? What are you planning huh?” He realizes you are smirking at him, an idea springs into your mind.

“The winner get to ask the loser to do anything, literally anything. Give me the dice, ” you take the dices from his hand, and throw them on the board.

“Deal! Let’s see who wins,” he smiles smugly, completely oblivious to what is in store for him.


Things I Write When I’m Bored

It’s done! Can you imagine, spending the day with Jackson, playing games, having fun? omg that’s my dream date right there

I hope you like it! <3

Originally posted by jypnior