she looked amazing in this one

crimsonsparks  asked:

I've never posted but always read your theories. I've been thinking all day and I think there's a lot of clues that point to Spencer having multiple personalities rather than her having a twin. If it IS Twincer I think the scene in the promo with Wren having a gun is him shooting Twincer so that she has a wound. If not, I think AD stands for After Death as in someone we think is dead but they aren't or someone "became" someone new if that makes sense lol.

Omg I love that!! Twincer is like “I’m so jealous of my sister’s life, I want to go hook up with Toby, but in order to do that, I need a wound on my shoulder to look like her. Shoot me Wren” and that’s why Wren was so scared to pull the trigger. This is suchhhhh an amazing idea, good one. It’s so twisted because why couldn’t Twincer just draw a fake wound with makeup or whatever? But it makes sense especially because we saw Twincer and Wren at the airport so we know they’re working together.

I’m reading the comments on the clips from season 1 of Skam and they are just amazing to look back at today:

Throughout the season, a lot of people were convinced that Eva’s story would have the classic Twilight-love triangle and would write stuff like: “Isak’s the only one who truly cares for Eva, he’s the one she deserves, he’s so cute!” and #TeamIsak and #TeamJonas even became a thing.

When Isak “confessed” to Eva they were all so proud of having been right the entire time, feeling like little Sherlocks, picking up on all of the clues (”isak looks sad and grossed out when they kiss”, “look at his eyes when he hugs her, he’s hiding something”). And the final clip came around all these passionate shippers were either blatantly writing “No” or “but isak and eva were meant to be!” and they truly felt cheated b/c their ship that they had rooted for the entire season, that they had speculated about and which had just been proved to be real, had just been thrown out the window and forced them to realize that they had been reading everything the opposite way the entire time.

So s/o to all possibly still heart-broken, original “Evak” shippers (maybe they named him Even as a consolation).

iamlooking4wonderland  asked:

Hey, other than the podcasts you listed on the description which ones do you hear? (Do you hear any other podcasts?) I'm always looking for podcasts I haven't heard about

Hey! I actually need to update that list, I’ve listened to loads more! The podcasts I’m subscribed to are:

Mabel (supernatural: strange things start happening in a house and Anna gets caught up in it all. A really unique style, I love it!)

The Far Meridian (if you aren’t listening to this, you need to. Peri lives in a lighthouse, and one day, it starts changing location at random. While trying to deal with her own problems, she ends up helping others. Super sweet and cute and amazing! Also, so many guest cameos. So many.)

Darkest Night (A LOT of body horror. Idek how to describe this but it’s quite gruesome, but the story is good!)

Limetown (A mystery in which Lia tries to figure out what happens to Limetown. It’s really good, and if you like the black tapes, you’ll love this.)

Under Pressure (from the same network that created The Strange Case of Starship Iris. Really funny, and features Zach Valenti of Wolf 359! I won’t say as who, though. 😏)

LUCYD (Irish and amazing. Lucy starts having strange dreams. It ties into Celtic mythology and is so good!!)

Wooden Overcoats (if I’m in a bad mood or need cheering up, this is what I listen to. It’s really really funny. Two rival funeral directors in a village that’s very nearly a town!) (this isn’t an audio drama, but I’d still recommend it. Zach Valenti did a daily podcast for 60 days, and it’s really enjoyable.)

The Strange Case of Starship Iris (so much representation. It’s unfortunately on hiatus, but what is on their feed is really good! It follows a space pirate crew.)

And then, everything that’s on my blog description. Enjoy!!

Spread the Love: BookofReid

As part of my 3,000 follower celebration, I decided to go with something called SPREAD THE LOVE, where I highlight a fellow CM writer, gush about how much I love them, maybe say my favorite work by them, and if they have one, highlight a masterlist for all of you lovelies to see! I also just have to add that if I finish this up, and you haven’t been featured, it is ONLY because I haven’t seen your lovely work.

P.S. These are in no particular order. I love you all equally lol <3

The next one up is the amazingly talented and beautiful Brenda! @bookofreid

Guess what? She was another writer who was writing before I was. The kind of author I looked at and went DUDE I want to write like this. For me to pick a favorite one shot would be impossible, there are so many and are honestly all amazing. The Scared of Flying drabble is adorable. Attention Seeking is so hot and sweet. Dance Lessons is amazing. Honestly just read all of it. You won’t regret it.

One of my favorite multifics from her though is Ramblings of an Introvert which can be found HERE! I absolutely LOVE the style it’s written in! Like LOVE!

If you want to read all of her drabbles and multifics and one-shots, they can be found on her masterlist HERE! Absolutely go and read all of her stuff and then leave her love and tell her how awesome she is! Thanks!

Stayed tuned for more lovely, talented writers!


(click for better quality, and one of them is transparent! :D)

Here’s art collab that I did with @katie-draws (go follow her, her art is amazing!)

She made a sketch and I did lineart and colored it ^^!

It was my first art collab and it was really fun! Thank you that you agreed for doing it with me ♥


Tried posting this earlier from mobile but it was eaten alive I guess

So I wanted to post some better shots from the game of CAT MOM MARIA so you can see why we like calling her cat mom. Literally the hair-ears. When she has her hair down (almost never) it looks SUPER STRANGE. But anyway.

If you want to listen to Diana Cavendish sing, quite a bit actually, watch Symphogear. Yoko Hikasa is Maria’s VA. SaME VA.

I swear it’s amazing and super gay ok. Like Canonically gay. Like 2 mains confess their love for each other and then spend the rest of S2 and S3 holding hands as often as they can and like putting their life on the line to protect the other and just adoring each other so much holy shit it’s cute.

Outfit on the right is actually the one I drew Diana in because of the VA’s being the same- and honestly the personalities are SUPER similar too.

When did she get hot? || Jack Maynard Imagine

A/N – hey guys, sorry I’m taking so long with these today I keep getting really distracted😂to the anon who requested, I’m sorry this is really short but let me know what you think anyway! Love you all❤️

- E x

— Y/N’s POV —

“I’m not wearing that!” I say, grabbing the dress out of my best friends hand and putting it on the bed behind me and returning to doing my makeup.

“You’ll look amazing! Please?” She says, looking at me through the mirror I was looking into while putting on the rest of my mascara.

“No! I don’t wear dresses and you know i don’t!” I snap back.

I’ve never been one for wearing dresses, it’s always just been jeans and trainers for me. I’ve never been girly, everyone knows that but they still try and get me to wear dresses.

“Come on, wear it with your vans and then Jack will see how beautiful you are! For me?” She says softly, picking up the dress and holding it out to me for the second time.

It was black, skater skirted, and showed off a lot of cleavage. Far too much probably, but if it would get everyone off my back and maybe get Jacks attention for once, then I’d give it a go.

I get changed and pair it with my black vans - at least I still hold a bit of my dignity.

I finish everything off, making sure my hair and makeup was perfect and we head for the club.

When we get there, it’s already almost eleven at night so it’s packed… And I mean severely packed.

Walking in, me and Y/B/F/N go straight to the bar to get a drink, and then we go stand elsewhere, out of the way for now.

I’ve known Jack for a few years, he was extremely attractive and gave me butterfly’s every time I talked to him. He knew how to work it though, and he always had a girl on a night out. I was never competition for them, they were beautiful. I never got a second look from him, and that’s just the way it always was.

— Jack’s POV —

I’m stood out the way, looking for a girl. We hadn’t been out in a while, me and the boys, so a couple of us were looking for someone to take home for the night.

Then I see her.

Y/N in a dress? What the hell on earth? She never wore dresses, but she looked beautiful.

“When did Y/N get hot?” I shout, turning to the boys to get their attention, then looking back to her in absolute awe.

This was something no one ever saw.

“Wow. She really is.” Josh shouts back, but I know she’s mine.

But something feels different about her. Something feels as if I wouldn’t want to leave her in the morning. She’s such a nice person, always has been. Wouldn’t hurt a fly, as they say.

We walk down, and I follow her onto the dance floor, standing behind her and putting my hands on her waist as we start dancing together.

How the hell can the person I know look this amazing in a dress?

“Jack?” She shouts, a confused tone pulling at her voice as she turns around to see me.

“You look amazing, it’s nice to see you in a dress.” I say, moving my head closer to her ear so she could hear me as she links her arms around my neck.

“Thank you, I feel weird. Don’t really like it.” She giggles, looking down to the floor as we carry on dancing.

“You look amazing, I see your still wearing your vans?” I laugh, looking down at her shoes.

“I had to keep part of me!” She says, laughing.

It’s nice to know that I’ll have someone to wake up to tomorrow.

“I think that one of my favorite memories was when they showed [Tiana] to me in color for the first time. It was a surprise. They played this footage for me, and I just started to cry. So moving to me, and so amazing. I had no idea that she would look so much like me. It was such a great, great honor.”

– Anika Noni Rose, the voice of Tiana in Disney’s The Princess and The Frog

(long post, sorry)

In spite of everything I love Harley Quinn but, damn, writers treat her so badly. I swear, the temptation to make her actually stupid must be terrible because it’s so often implied, or explicitly stated, that she slept her way through school. First of all, it does not work like that.  Second, she’s not a therapist or a psychologist, she’s a psychiatrist, she’s a fricking MD and a damn young one too. Managing pre-med and collegiate gymnastics that she relied on to keep her scholarship? Harley is fucked up, but she’s not the dumb blonde she plays. (also stop making her stacked, she’s a gymnast. she is 4’11” of pure muscle and is not top heavy)

If you want a good Harley backstory it’s simple. She’s ADHD but medicated and slightly robotic because of it. I want to take special care not to demonize meds but, rather, people’s disapproval of neurodivergence and a lack of focus on what is best for a patient rather than what is most convenient for others. So, maybe, around ten years old Harley is a hyperactive space cadet who’s brilliant at tests but sloppy at coursework, who would be a gymnastics prodigy if she could actually focus on technique and put in practice time instead of fooling around. Then the meds come and it’s actually really cool because she can do the things she needs to do instead of just wanting to do them, doing something else entirely, and getting in trouble. People are proud of her, she’s proud of herself. But now there are expectations. Family and teachers and coaches overschedule her, find worth only in her success and don’t care about her mental health at all as long as she’s performing and castigate her when she does fail. Fuck if you don’t internalize that. But she doesn’t look unhealthy and she’s doing amazing. She actually has to choose between the Olympic trials and continuing her grad studies. She probably has some issues with self-harm but it either doesn’t look like self-harm or is well covered up. 

When Arkham accepts her, fresh from her residency, it’s not a mistake. The woman is amazing. All they can see is a mountain of achievements rather than the seething ball of nerves, self-loathing, and imposter syndrome boiling just under the surface. That’s when Joker comes in. He’s got the Hannibal Lecter shtick down. Where everyone else sees an intelligent driven young woman he sees a frightened overwhelmed girl who is working her hardest to convince the world she’s anyone other than herself. Sending her into a nervous breakdown would be too easy so he doesn’t even bother. Instead he’s open with her, almost friendly. The other doctors are amazed, Harley is amazed, she’s not done anything particularly revolutionary but, for the first time in forever, it looks like the clown prince of crime is showing progress. He unravels her and it’s a challenge, she flinches back and gets very serious when he comes too close to the real Harley under the professional. Still, soon she’s questioning everything. She doesn’t even really like her co-workers. She hasn’t had a real friend in years. She’s forgotten how to have fun. Did she ever want this to be her life or did she just do it for other people? It starts so slowly that it looks, at first, like she’s getting better at self-care. Maybe something totally silly one weekend, a trampoline park where she can enjoy the way her toned body moves without stressing out over landings, a face painting booth at a street fair, some garishly colored downright tacky decoration that clashes with her sensible apartment. Suddenly she realizes how much she hates knowing the difference between cream and ecru. The beigeness of her life is repulsive. She hates the person she’s pretending to be even more that she hates herself which is really saying something.

After her weekend of freedom she would have called in sick if it wasn’t so suddenly important to see him. The relief she feels at talking to one of Gotham’s most infamous supercriminals is disturbing but it is relief and she’s been swallowing a slow-motion panic attack for hours. She admits, though she shouldn’t, that she took his advice about doing something fun and he teases her, what would straight-laced Doctor Quinzel do for fun? Did she realphabetize her sock drawer or buy a new clipboard? It’s not important to impress him, it’s really not. He’s dangerous, cruel, and he looks so proud when she admits that she bought a lamp shaped like a lawn flamingo. The only mistake, he says, is that she should have stolen it. She hopes the wicked thrill it gives her doesn’t show on her face. It does. She almost even laughs. He likes it when he can make her laugh and she likes it when he likes things.

It’s wrong and unprofessional, the relationship she develops, and she knows it but her whole life she’s been so high strung. Nothing she’s done has been for her, she’s not sure she knows how to really do selfish things anymore, but he knows the selfish things she needs to do. It feels good when she follows his advice even when it’s small things like the rainbow striped socks she wears concealed under her very bland slacks and sensible shoes. She’s so happy, almost giddy, and he loves her happiness, he loves her, he loves the real her that she’s had to beat down and hide for so long, the her that even she isn’t able to love. She is able to love him, though, and since he loves her she’s able to love herself for him, to protect and nurture something so important to him.

When the choice comes between her old self, the tedious endless labor of making the world proud, and Him, the spectacular man that brought color into her life, it’s not even a question. She kills Doctor Harleen Quinzel, she throws away the version of her that let herself burn just for medals and hollow accolades. She embraces Harley Quinn and it’s so much a part of her nature she can’t even see that she’s still living her life for someone else’s approval, except this time that person is a murderous clown. She hasn’t let her hair down, she’s just put it in pigtails instead of a bun.

Imagine Harry sees Narcissa in Diagon Alley several months after the end of the war. He approaches cautiously, because he wants to thank her for saving his life, but he doesn’t know if her views on blood purity have changed at all. To his great surprise, when he gives his thanks, she tears up. “It’s I who should be thanking you, Mr. Potter. You saved my son’s life as well that day.” They trade nervous smiles and then, awkwardly, she hugs him. After that, they talk whenever they meet on the street, and they often send owls back and forth as well. Then one day Draco comes home from work (he’s waiting tables at a restaurant while he gets his N.E.W.Ts through private study) and finds Harry and Narcissa in the kitchen together, drinking tea and laughing. Narcissa looks up when her son enters. “Did you actually climb a tree to mock him in fourth year?” she asks with a snort. Harry, laughing even harder, giggles, “Is your Patronus really a /ferret/, Malfoy? That’s amazing.” Draco looks back and forth between them in horror.

How to talk to your daughter about her body, step one: Don’t talk to your daughter about her body, except to teach her how it works.

Don’t say anything if she’s lost weight. Don’t say anything if she’s gained weight.

If you think your daughter’s body looks amazing, don’t say that. Here are some things you can say instead:

“You look so healthy!” is a great one.

Or how about, “You’re looking so strong.”

“I can see how happy you are – you’re glowing.”

Better yet, compliment her on something that has nothing to do with her body.

Don’t comment on other women’s bodies either. Nope. Not a single comment, not a nice one or a mean one.

Teach her about kindness towards others, but also kindness towards yourself.

Don’t you dare talk about how much you hate your body in front of your daughter, or talk about your new diet. In fact, don’t go on a diet in front of your daughter. Buy healthy food. Cook healthy meals. But don’t say, “I’m not eating carbs right now.” Your daughter should never think that carbs are evil, because shame over what you eat only leads to shame about yourself.

Encourage your daughter to run because it makes her feel less stressed. Encourage your daughter to climb mountains because there is nowhere better to explore your spirituality than the peak of the universe. Encourage your daughter to surf, or rock climb, or mountain bike because it scares her and that’s a good thing sometimes.

Help your daughter love soccer or rowing or hockey because sports make her a better leader and a more confident woman. Explain that no matter how old you get, you’ll never stop needing good teamwork. Never make her play a sport she isn’t absolutely in love with.

Prove to your daughter that women don’t need men to move their furniture.

Teach your daughter how to cook kale.

Teach your daughter how to bake chocolate cake made with six sticks of butter.

Pass on your own mom’s recipe for Christmas morning coffee cake. Pass on your love of being outside.

Maybe you and your daughter both have thick thighs or wide ribcages. It’s easy to hate these non-size zero body parts. Don’t. Tell your daughter that with her legs she can run a marathon if she wants to, and her ribcage is nothing but a carrying case for strong lungs. She can scream and she can sing and she can lift up the world, if she wants.

Remind your daughter that the best thing she can do with her body is to use it to mobilize her beautiful soul.

—  Sarah Koppelkam

It’s a huge honour to be the one who got this amazing opportunity to tell such an important story. I have a four-year-old daughter and she adores princesses. At the same time, she would tell me, ‘The princess, she’s so weak; she falls asleep, the prince will come and save her and kiss her and he’s the hero.’ So I’m so happy to be the one that’s going to tell the Wonder Woman story. It’s such an important story to tell and I’m grateful for it, but I also think that it’s so important for girls and boys to have a strong female superhero to look up to. The more the merrier, and there’s plenty of room for women to come. I’m very, very happy to be a part of that.


Some fanart for @uncannycookie because everything she writes is just fucking amazing and reading her work is always a highlight of my week. The first one is from And Nearly Letting Go, because I’ve been meaning to do it forever since Reigen calling Mob a moody teenager gives me life, and the other three are from Going Native. It’s my first time trying to draw Onigawara so hopefully he looks like himself I guess. And Cookie is right, Ritsu is terrifying hahahahaha

For anyone who ever falls in love with her or is lucky enough to get into a relationship with her. But hopefully she’s mine till the day I die. But take some of these things on board. - From someone who is in love with her and has been for 3 years. And always will be.
She loves FaceTime calls, especially video calls she’ll probably like seeing you because I definitely like seeing her. And hearing her voice. Her voice is special, and perfect to me because it’s hers. I could listen to her talking all day. Even if she’s complaining. She absolutely hates slow replies and being ignored, so reply to her as quickly as you can. And if you go out or you’re busy, make sure you tell her. Don’t allow her to overthink, and worry about you. It’s bad for her. Listen to her. Especially when she talks about something that makes her happy or inspires her. Listen. Even if she talks for hours , listen. Have deep conversations with her, about anything. She loves that. Talk to her for hours until 4am and you’re both tired , but happy so it doesn’t matter. Talk about weird things , like I do. Reincarnating into a tiger and a dolphin, so when we both die we can be happy together. Yes that’s weird but it’s us, and I love that. I’m sure she does too. Make her feel wanted, she absolutely hates feeling unwanted. I can assure you she’s wanted. More than anything by me. Send her cute messages and paragraphs , anything to make her smile, it’s difficult to make that girl smile. So it’s extremely precious to me when I see her smile. Be patient with her, it takes time to understand her. Wait. Wait a long time, as long as you need to wait until she’s comfortable to tell you something, for example if she’s in a bad mood. Don’t pressure her to tell you, don’t assume things. Yes I do that because I’m insecure and I overthink. But don’t make assumptions. Wait until she’s ready, but reassure her, so she knows you care. Please be patient and she’ll open up to you, if she trusts you. And it’s very hard to gain her trust. Appreciate her. Everything about her, how beautiful she is from head to toe. Her soul, her heart , her mind. I mean everything. This girl is special. Real fucking special. When she’s insecure and gets jealous of other girls , remind her she’s the best. To me she’s the best anyway. I wouldn’t want anybody but her. Admire every single thing about her. Emphasis on admire. She’s perfect. My perfect dolphin, I’d call her. That’d make her smile. All our little weird conversations mean a lot to me, and all our memories. I love her smile though, she hates it. But out of all the thousands of smiles I’ve seen hers is the best. I honestly can’t put into words how beautiful she looks when she smiles. The way her eyes glisten, sparkling omg. She hates her eyes too, because they’re “ boring brown” but to me they’re far from boring. They’re the type of eyes I could look into all day long and not for a second be bored. Even sitting in silence with her is perfect. The vibes off her are the besttttt. It’s unexplainable tbh. Don’t use her, never do that, she’s been hurt way too many times before and doesn’t deserve any more pain. Her happiness means the world to me. And if she ever becomes yours, do your best to keep her happy. This girl is different from the rest, NO ONE is like her. I swear you’ll never come across someone as perfect, precious, beautiful, amazing, out of this world etc. (I could go on) like her. Sometimes I have to ask myself if I’m dreaming, because the amount of love she shoes and all she does for me is unbelievable. And if you can ever call her yours , you’ll be very blessed to have her. This girl has her guard up too, a huge wall you have to break down bit by bit, for a very long time. Until you know her. I don’t know her to the full extent but I know her better than anybody else. And I lover her more than anybody else has or ever will.
She loves being called babygirl, princess or wifey. Or in our special kinda way she’s my dolphin. Something like that will make her smile. Don’t call her “B” or “baby” or “ babe” she thinks it’s cringe, or “ year 7 relationships” she’d say. And don’t put like 100 heart emojis or weird emojis when you text her, just be normal. When she’s happy she’ll put a lot of emojis. Pay attention to them. They represent her mood. It’s pretty important to me.
She’s passionate about reading and she’s soooo fucking good at writing. Anything. Literally. She’s the most intelligent, smart , brainy ( whatever you wanna call it ) girl I’ve met. No exaggeration at all. She absolutely loves getting new stationary, fine liners , coloured felts, glue, sticky notes, sexy note pads. You name it. And if she loves you she’ll spend hours and hours creating things for you. She’ll write you books if she’s 100% in love with you ( I’m lucky asf to get that ) even make a canvas of photos together. She will do a HELL of a lot. So appreciate that. If she’s ever yours. I appreciate her and I’m so thankful for every single thing she does.
She loves bright colourful sunsets ( purples and pinks , blues ) she likes it when they start to go dark though right at the end of them. She would spend ages taking photos of the sky , until it’s “ right ”. Sunsets are another thing that make her happy. Her happiness is key, remember that. And I hope In the future, me and her can sit and watch sunsets together. But if she becomes yours, please sit and admire the sky with her. Do anything you can to make her happy. She deserves happiness. And more. She loves romantic movies, tbh they’re her favourite, and horror movies. Lying in bed and watching a movie she’ll like, will make her happy. Some days she will push you away, and she’ll get angry at you for little things, but you need to understand that, that’s her. But try and stay, reassure her. Tell her how much she means to you, she loves when I do that. She will just stay in bed some days , not move at all, cry and hate herself. Those are the difficult days, don’t leave on those days. Do whatever you can to make sure she’s okay. Remind her that everything will be okay , the bad thoughts will go away. They don’t last forever. Better things will come.
She gets jealous too, very easily , if she loves you. Focus on her and nobody else, don’t ever take her for granted. Ever. And she doesn’t like going out, in crowded places , so don’t pressure her to go out. Whenever she’s ready you’ll know. She’ll prefer being indoors as long as she’s in the presence of someone she loves. That’d make her day, she’d say to me. There are a thousand of other things I could say, but hopefully this gives a decent idea. If you’re ever lucky enough to call her yours , protect her, love her, appreciate her etc. Take all of this into consideration. There’s much more but this is what comes to mind right now. But hopefully nobody else will ever have her and she’ll be mine until forever ends. If one of us die. But I will always love her no matter what. Regardless of anything, literally anything. I promise that.
—  for my wife.
our little family pt.6 | park jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 6.1k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6

AN: Ah…the final part. I just want to say thank you for all those who have read and stayed with me through this lovely journey of writing OLF and being super supportive of the story. I tried my absolute best to wrap it up in the nicest way possible (but just a tad disappointed with my writing :/ ) however again thank you so much and enjoy! 

You tied your messy hair up into a ponytail, attempting to get the small, distracting hairs out of your face as you started to take out things from the refrigerator to make Jieun and yourself some lunch.

Hearing small footsteps behind you and a voice call out your name, you turned around from the countertop to see Jieun standing in the middle of the kitchen, her hands rubbing her droopy eyes as she stared up at you, resembling that of a long, lost puppy.

A warm smile spread across your face as you exclaimed, “Hey, look at you, you’re up!” as you lifted the little girl into your arms and spun her around, eliciting small giggles from her mouth before setting her down on the kitchen countertop.

Your eyes glanced towards the time before looking back at Jieun, “Do you feel hungry? It’s almost lunch time.”

She nodded quickly, a big smile spreading across her face when she asked, “Can we eat cookies? I really liked your cookies last time!”

You giggled as you pinched her nose softly, “Uh-huh, you can’t eat cookies for lunch now, can you?! How about we make some macaroni and cheese and then we’ll bake cookies for snack time later? Does that sound like a good idea?”

Her eyes lit up at that as she grinned, “Mac and cheese?! That’s my favorite! Daddy makes it for me all the time.”

“Well then it’s up to you to pick who’s Mac and cheese you like better okay?” you teased, as she nodded happily before whispering to you, “I think you might win Ms. L/N. Daddy sometimes burns the cheese and it turns all black and gooey.”

You laughed at that before saying, “Well, I guess it’s time to teach him how to properly cook huh?”

“Or Ms.L/N could come live with us? Then you can cook delicious food for me and daddy!” Jieun exclaimed, an innocent smile on her face.

Keep reading

His || Jungkook || 0.19

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6 | 0.7 | 0.8 | 0.9 | 0.10 | 0.11 | 0.12 | 0.13 | 0.14 | 0.15 | 0.16 | 0.17 | 0.18 | 0.19 |

Keep reading

I saw this post by @parfaitperi and thought what if these human version of the lions were aunts? and so I came up with these:


  • The aunt who is very spiritual.
  • Gives the best advice. 
  • She reads tarot cards as a hobby, 
    • She could easily make a career out of it. 
  • Has three crowns on her teeth because she loves sweet treats


  • The chill aunt who always speaks her mind.
  • No matter who’s around she doesn’t change the way she acts
    • It pisses off old people but makes her great with kids. 
  • She will buy random shit at thrift stores and flea markets and then make some amazing shit out of it.


  • The aunt that looks 10 years younger than she actually is. 
  • She always wears sunscreen and bug spray. 
  • Brags that she has never broken a bone (which is not true).
  • Gets away with a lot of shit because she looks innocent and is very sneaky.


  • The nicest aunt ever. 
  • Can literally fit anything in her purse. 
  • She once beat up an asshole at a bar. 
  • Anything will make her laugh, as long as it’s not offensive.


  • The aunt who is always traveling. 
  • No one knows what she does for a living. 
    • The top three theories are a professional athlete, lawyer, or a spy.
  • She loves postcards and will buy 30 of them from where ever she travels to send to her friends and family.

anonymous asked:

Chat noir + Alya + gossip + excited! Please and thank you

Find the prompt list here

Chat Noir’s jaw dropped. Even with that mask covering half his face, Alya could see the red staining his face, creeping down onto his ivory cheeks slowly like a spreading wine stain. “No,” he said carefully, and his voice hitched at the end of the syllable. “No, she’s not. What on earth gave you that idea?” He looked nauseous. 

Amazing. Alya could scream.

Instead of screaming, she gave him a soft grin. Something reassuring to lure him into a false sense of security as she carefully stepped between him and the club’s exit. The akuma was gone, and he hadn’t even used his trump card to defeat it, so he was in no danger of a forced detransformation anytime soon. Therefore Chat (who famously adored both her and her blog) had no excuse to duck out of this impromptu interview without confirming the suspicion that he was hiding something.

“It’s not really my idea,” Alya answered belatedly. She reached over the bartop, where the employees were too busy cleaning up the mess the akuma had made of their bar to notice Alya steal a handful of orange slices. “Someone posted it on the blog about a week ago, and it spread like wildfire. Even the major news stations have begun to speculate. Surely this isn’t the first you’ve heard of it.”

“No,” he said. “It’s not. But it’s still ridiculous.” Chat looked directly into the camera lens and rose his voice to say, “For everyone wondering, and you can take this as my official statement on the matter: Ladybug is not pregnant.”

“Uh-huh. So where exactly is she then? What is she doing? It doesn’t really seem like her to just go on a months-long vacation from being a superhero. We’re all worried about her.”

“I told you,” he scowled. “I’m not at liberty to answer that. And the weekly videos she posts on your blog should be enough to placate any fears, don’t you think?”

“Videos shot from the neck up,” Alya pointed out. “Suspicious, isn’t it?”

“No,” he ground out. “No, I really don’t think it is. Y’know, Alya, one of the reasons I like you is because you’re usually above all that gossip stuff. But this is starting to feel like a tabloid interview.”

The jab rolled right off her shoulders, and she pointed one of her orange slices at him. “Tabloids aren’t concerned with the facts. I am. The fact is, no one has seen Ladybug in person for almost four months. Yes?”

Chat Noir crossed his arms, and it took him a few moments to realize that she wasn’t asking rhetorically. “Yes,” he agreed reluctantly.

“Except for you. Yes?”

“Yes,” he said, growing increasingly exasperated.

“So you can see why some people are a little angry with you, and wary of the secrecy, right?” Not that she was. But, there were some of the more avid Ladybug fans that wanted Chat Noir’s head for this.

“Yes, yes, and so what? What is the point of–”

“And you agree that Ladybug hasn’t shown herself below the neck in one of her ‘hello Paris’ videos in almost three months, yes?”


“And the baby is yours, right?”

YES, ALYA, the baby is–”

“HA!” Alya crowed so loud and spazzed out so suddenly that everyone in the bar jumped and looked at them, and she almost dropped the camera. Chat paled so quickly it looked like he’d been shot.

“O-oh shit. Shit. Oh my god, you sneaky little– Alya, please don’t air this.”

“Sorry, kitty, but this is a livestream.” She turned the camera toward her face and gave her audience a giddy laugh. “That’s right, you heard it here first folks! There’s nothing at all to worry about. Our bug is happy and healthy and fine. She’s just pregnant, that’s all!”

Fifteen minutes later and four miles away, Marinette Dupain-Cheng stared at her computer screen as the rerun of the interview finished playing, with fury turning her face from pink to red to purple. Seeing this, Tikki slowly backed away on the desktop, then flitted off all at once to take cover. A hormonal Marinette was not to be trifled with. 

The sound of the sliding glass door opening behind her sent the rage into a whirlwind. She wheeled around to find him standing there with the most frightened smile she’d ever seen. Good. “Hey, babe… Funny story…”

“You better start running,” she said.