she's back in my blog yes :')

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“rank XII within organization XIII. larxene is the group’s only female member, and also has a very sadistic nature. she controls lightning, and uses it to thrash opponents with rapid attacks while also attacking them with her weapons: electrified throwing knives.” 

Got7 reaction to crush actually being younger than they thought.

Anonymous said:Can you make a GOT7 reaction to realizing that his crush is younger than what she looks like physically please? Idk like she looks like 20 but is actually 17

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JB: He heard she was sick, so he thought he could come by her house and surprise her with a get well soon card and some soup. On his way there, he was stopped by some teenagers getting off the school bus…among the teenagers, there she was. *In his head* Isn’t she sick…..wait why the fuck she getting off a school bus…she better be the damn bus driver.

Originally posted by nyeong-ing

Jinyoung: *Hears her state her age* Trying to process what the fuck was just said.

Originally posted by soulmatesjjp

Jackson: You know when your so upset about something, you find it hilarious…that’s him. “Wait so she’s how old?” 

Originally posted by ilovejackson

Mark: *In his head* …….You have to be kidding me right now, she’s 17…..fuck my life .

Originally posted by jypnior

Youngjae: finds out your age. Jinyoung: “How you feel? You was crushing on a youngin you perv”

Originally posted by pinkhoodiemark

Bambam: “Well glad I ain’t fall in too deep”

Originally posted by chattyang

Yugyeom: Snap out of it ! Get your head back into reality. Yes, you heard right, she is 16. No, you can’t go back to being 16 boy.

Originally posted by jongdabae

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I love your blog! Here’s a pic of my wife, standing in front of our wide open sliding patio doors, while our neighbors had a party going on right outside. We live off of the “common area” which is an open grass field in the middle of multiple apartment units…so needless to say, we’ve had some fun with this. And yes - she always makes sure others gets to see her before she covers back up. Most recently, she tied me to our bed and closed the bedroom door before sitting outside with a drink to talk to a few people…I was blindfolded so I didn’t get to see what she changed into, but it must have been hot because I heard quite a ruckus! She came back in, edged me a bit then changed into a nightgown before removing the blindfold, so I still don’t know what the outfit was. So sexy. 

break up | archie andrews (riverdale)

Originally posted by alinok

request: can i request an archie imagine where the reader and him had a fight and break up. it being really angsty and avoiding each other. but one day she went to investigate something with betty and jug she got hurt and he sees it? just fluff please!!! thank youuu❤️

it had been days since you left the house after what had happened with archie. you were heart broken with the latest events including the break up.

betty & veronica had constantly been visiting bringing you over food and movies trying to cheer you up and get your mind off of things but it you just couldn’t, there was no use.

how could you possibly forget that your boyfriend of almost a year had let himself be seduced by the blossoms and allowed cheryl to kiss him. the thought made you feel sick inside

and it was worse because he didn’t even have the guts to tell me, you heard it from the mouth of the devil herself. and boy did she love to see you crack and squirm, placing doubt in both of our minds enough to make the red headed boy i love leave you

there’s soft knocks on your door causing you to sigh sniffling, “come in” you croak shifting in your bed to face the door as it opens to reveal two of your closet friends jughead and betty

“hey stranger” you smile sadly to the beanie wearing brunette standing next to your blonde best friend.

he sits himself on the edge of your bed extending his hand to your shoulder giving it a comforting and reassuring squeeze “im sorry i didn’t come sooner”

you quickly place your hand over his i knew exactly why he didn’t come, he was currently living in the andrews residence so it almost seems reasonable that he didn’t want to offend or anger his new roommates and his re kindled relationship with the red headed jock and his father

“it’s seriously fine jug- i understand” you smile sadly at your best friends, concern visible on their faces

“we’ve got a job for you” you wipe the tears from your cheeks and sit up slightly “you up for it?” “yeah okay”

they smile triumphantly at each other and before reaching over and pulling you out of your cozy bed “change and meet us outside” you nod flopping back down on your bed watching them as they scurry out of your room

you finally get the courage to leave your bed changing and pulling a brush through your knotted hair for the first time in days applying makeup to cover the evident dark circles under your eyes from lack of sleep

after you finish changing you grab a random sweater off your freshly made bed and throw it on only noticing half way down the stairs that it was intact archies; he leant it to you one night at pops when it was cold and he didn’t want you to freeze.

well that’s what he liked to tell you why he did it, you still believe to this day that he only did it to shut your whining as you rubbed your arms rapidly comparing on how it was so cold

you tug at the sleeves, it smelled of him. the warmth swallowing you up. trudging outside you spot the couple standing beside your car “so what’s the plan?”

the blonde glances to her boyfriend before speaking “jug and i are going to explore a new lead, you need to go to pops and find veronica she’ll catch you up to speed” you nod fiddling with your keys

“pops, v? got it” betty gives me a tight squeeze “be safe, ill see you later” you nod turning slightly as jughead gives wraps you up in a small hug “bye”

you watch as they join hands and walk toward the direction of the cooper household, heart eyes evident. you feel the tears stream down your face as the sight trigger your memories of they way archie used to give you that same look exactly like that.

you get in the car and drive over to pop’s, sliding out and walking briskly into the empty diner, spotting the raven haired girl sitting with him. you find your breathe hitches, lodging in your throat

swallowing the lump in your throat, you force your feet to propel yourself forward to the occupied booth “V” the raven hair girl looks up slightly surprised at your presence.

she jumps out of the booth and throws her arms around you pulling your body into her warm embrace “god it’s good to see you out of bed- and in normal clothes- and your hairs brushed oh im so proud”

she hugs you again it was tighter then before, glancing over her shoulder making eye contact with the boy who broke my heart, he looks worried sick

she pulls you back at arms length and glancing at you concern washing over her face “(y/n) i thought you were getting more sleep?” you shake my head moving away slightly from your friend.

“look can you just fill me in?” she glances back at our friend then to me “yous should talk” she begins backing away from the booth

panic setting in for the both of you

you shake your head furiously “no no i-i-i ccan’t-t” you stutter edging yourself further and further away from the booth before breaking into a sprint racing toward the diner door and out to your parked car.

tears begin to cloud your vision as you drive off toward betty’s house, hoping that the two hadn’t left for their sleuth session yet

you were an absolute mess tears pouring from your eyes blurring your vision so much that you didn’t seem to even notice the car speeding through a red light and just like that your vision turned black.

archie’s pov

i cuss under my breathe as i watch my girlfriend, ex-girlfriend rush out of pops like she was on fire. i hate that i did that to her.

“archie you can’t keep avoiding each other you need to talk to her” i shake my head “cause your idea worked so well didnt it” i yell 

“god i should’ve never listened to you three- she doesnt want anything to do with me thats why she just ran out!”

i pull on my hair as we sit in the booth in silence, tears begin to well in my eyes and it takes all of me to swallow my pride standing from the booth and slipping on my jacket

“where are you going?” veronica stands grabbing onto my arm “i need to make this right”

i grab my phone and dial her number holding it against my ear waiting for her response only for her to not pick up, i try again the sound of sirens faintly ringing in my ears

the two of us share a glance before looking out the window as the sirens grow louder and louder until finally they pass the diner, two ambulances and a police cruiser

my stomach dropped her name falling from my mouth before i rush out of the diner veronica hot on my hells “arch get in my car ill drive!” she yells but i ignore her pushing myself to run as fast as my legs will carry me

i chase after the emergency services as they pull up a head to what looked like a car accident, a soon as i see the familiar car i scream out her name veronica zooming past me and fleeing the car.

i rush over to the paramedics as they pull (y/n) from the car her cheeks still dripping wet with tears “no- no no NO” i yell not bothering about the tears that are streaming down my cheeks.

she was covered in blood, her arm looked broken and her lip split my heart shattering as i stare at the fragile girl that was my entire world

“son you need to step back” the paramedic told me trying to wheel the gurney up into the rig “no im going with her” i insist trying to push past “please” the shake their head loads her in

“archie?!” i turn to see sheriff keller jogging to me “what’s wrong?”

i point to the ambulance “it’s (y/n) she was in a accident i have to go with her” i beg to the sheriff and he nods walking over to the guys and whispering something with them before the allow me to climb up

i lace my hand with hers as i giving her a squeeze my other hair tangling through her hair trying to soothe her.

“c’mon (y/n) you can do this baby keep fighting" i mutter tears still running down my cheeks.

i clutch her hand tightly as the monitors start to beep the crew shouting a bunch of words to each other before they push me back in my seat forcing our hands to pull apart

“what’s happening?!” i shout panic dripping from my words.

“we need you to give us space kid” i nod sitting back in my seat clutching my hands together hoping that she wouldn’t die not today

and thats when she flatlined.

i shift in the uncomfortable hospital chairs still clutching my girlfriends hand when i feel a slight squeeze.

i jolt up blinking the sleep out of my eyes “(y/n)” i choke my voice raw from all the crying and begs for help.

she stirs moving slightly in the bed her head titling toward me “a-arch” she whispers her lips are cracked her eyes wet from tears.

tears overwhelm me as i stand pecking her head “god i thought i was going to loose you” she smiles bringing both hands up to my cheeks “im sorry” she mutters to me

i shake my head frantically my cheeks growing wet “no im so, im sorry for everything i did to hurt you i didn’t want to hurt you (y/n) i just want you back”

i move her oxygen mask from her mouth and lean down connecting our lips together in a sweet embrace before pulling back and placing her mask back

“will you take me back?” i ask eyes begging for her to say yes

“of course archie, i love you”

“god i love you too (y/n)”

she giggles and it cures my heartache i smile up at my beautiful girlfriend as she scoots over in her bed patting the spot next to her “c'mere” she mumbles.

i move from my seat kicking off my shoes and cuddling into the fragile girl as she rests her head on my chest tracing circles into the fabric

and in that moment you knew, you never know what you have until it’s almost taken from you

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The Last Post

The decision had been made on a whim, to explore his fanbase further on the internet, but once the decision had been made, Joe found that he couldn’t stop. He was invested in discovering what his fans were saying, peering in from the outside.

He didn’t actually talk to any of them, wanting to keep that distance between himself and his fans, plus they had no idea that he was essentially stalking them on their blogs and seeing what they were saying.

At first, it had been creepy, reading this stuff they were saying, but then he realized it was actually quite flattering, and it became almost normal for him to check a few blogs routinely.

Then he discovered her blog.

And he found himself addicted to it.


Joe didn’t actually know who she was, and she only had ever posted one picture of herself on her entire blog, which he had checked thoroughly after discovering her. But he felt like he did know who she was. Her posts made him laugh and smile, the commentary she had about him was entertaining. The posts she made detailing the struggles of her life made her real, and he desperately wanted to reach out to her, to comfort her. The only relief he had was knowing that his videos brought her joy, something she had reiterated on multiple occasions.

He found himself constantly scrolling through her blog, checking for new posts and rereading old ones, hoping to find another hint that would lead to him discovering who she was. The one picture she had posted was engrained in his mind, the sweet smile easy to bring to the front of his mind, and he would be lying if he didn’t admit to searching for her face in the crowds he traveled through.

The blog was bringing him as much joy as his videos did to her.


And so the day he opened up her blog to find the newest post titled The Last Post… he grew worried immediately.

Joe quickly scanned the words she had typed, rereading them three times before he could finally comprehend what was happening.

The mysterious woman was closing down her blog. For good.

A sadness flooded his body, although he wasn’t entirely sure what he was sad about. It was just a random blog on the internet, and while yes, it had made him smile and laugh, he shouldn’t feel sad about it closing. Perhaps it was because he never quite managed to discover who she was, and her identity was something that had always intrigued Joe. Or maybe it was because he felt like he was losing a close friend, even if it was one he had never met.


He knew there was nothing that he could even say, because then he would have to admit to finding her blog, and the others, and his fans didn’t need to know about that. So he did the only thing that he could do: He sulked.

The boys tried to question him on what was wrong, but Joe simply waved them off, claiming it was nothing. Because how did he explain that he was upset over a strangers blog closing down? It was ridiculous. Plus, the boys would just laugh at him and tell him to get over it.


About a month passed since the blog had shut down, and Joe still found himself automatically going to type in the familiar address, only stopping himself just in time, because he knew that it would lead him to an empty site.

Hidden away in his phone was the picture of her, the one part he had been unable to let go of, even though he knew he should; it was weird having a strangers photo on his phone. But to him, she wasn’t a stranger. She was important to him.

He just wish he knew her name or where she lived. He wanted to know something about her that would help to identify her.


“Will you please smile?” Caspar asked suddenly, closing his computer and turning in his spot to look at Joe.

“Huh?”

“You’ve been all moody and depressed for the past month. Smile!”

“I haven’t been moody.”

“Yes, you have.”

“I’m fine, Casp.”

“Sure,” The blonde snorted, “Anyways, did you hear a single word I said from the past ten minutes?”

“No,” Joe shook his head, lifting a hand to run his fingers through his hair, “Sorry.”

“I was trying to tell you that one of my old friends is coming to visit. I want you to meet them!”

“From South Africa?”

“Originally, yeah. But they’ve lived in London for a few years now.”

“What’s his name?” Joe asked, silently scolding himself as he clued into what address he had begun to type in. His fingers had gone on auto pilot without him noticing.

Her name is Y/N.” Caspar corrected, “I think you two would really get along.”

“Wait, her?” The shorter man blinked up at his former roommate, “Your friend is a girl?”

“I do have female friends, Joe.” Rolling his eyes, Caspar reached over for his phone, quickly scrolling through his photos. “Here, this is her.”


Joe’s entire world focused in on that photo, and he quickly grabbed the phone, his mouth falling open.

“Alright, I know she’s good looking, but calm down.” Caspar went to take his phone back, but Joe quickly leaned away, eyes still locked on the photo.

It was her.

The photo was different from the one he had, but there was no doubt about it. This was the mysterious woman.

“You know her?!” Joe suddenly demanded, dragging his eyes away from the phone and to Caspar’s face, who blinked in surprise.

“Yeah? Did you not just hear me say she’s my friend from home.”

“You don’t understand, Caspar. I need to meet her.”

“Will you calm down?!” The blonde grabbed his phone back, shooting Joe a worried look. “You’re being weirder than usual.”

“Sorry, let me explain….”

And so Joe did, revealing everything to Caspar, who remained in silence the entire time, nodding occasionally.

Once the tale was finished, the South African assured Joe that he would get to meet Y/N, and that it was kind of adorable, their little story, but quickly took back his statement when Joe threatened him. Because she couldn’t know that he stalked her blog for so long. It was weird.


Except the day Joe finally meets Y/N, he ends up blurting out the fact that he found her blog. At first, she’s surprised, but then she laughs, and he smiles at the sound of it, ready to listen to it for years to come.

“Is this weird for you then?” She asks, her head cocked to the side as she studies him, “Knowing just how much of a fan I was? Or, well, am.”

“Not at all,” Joe shakes his head quickly, “Is it weird to say I feel like I already know you?”

“Probably,” She shrugs, “But I did put a lot of my life on that blog, so I guess it’s not that weird.”

“Why did you delete it?” He asks her, the question burning in his mind.

“Oh,” Y/N lowers her gaze, picking at a small rip in her jeans, “It just was taking up a lot of my time, and adding stress. And I realized how much life I was missing out on by running a blog about someone I thought I’d never meet.”

“And now that we’ve met?”

“I’m not starting up the blog again,” She lifts her eyes back to his, “If that’s what you’re asking.”

“No, I understand that.” He nods, “But maybe you want to explore what life has to offer with me?”

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Yes,” Joe smiles, “I think I am.”

“I suppose it’d be stupid of me to say no, considering you already know how I feel about you.” She laughs lightly, “Alright, I’ll go on a date with you.”


Maybe stalking his fans online wasn’t such a crazy idea after all.

When I first considered sugaring I was so afraid that I would be scarred for life just for some quick cash. I cried my naive little heart out every night because I couldn’t believe I had to consider this lifestyle to support myself. People would be ashamed of me if they knew, I thought.

Fuck all that noise, honestly. I’ve made thousands in cash and all I’ve done is get my pussy licked. My life has become better on levels I didn’t expect. Even my relationship with my vanilla boyfriend is stronger because we’ve bonded through this.

I love the woman I’m becoming. At this time last year I was a very different girl. I was coming out of an abusive relationship and learning to love myself for the first time. I lived in sweatpants for an entire year. And no, not in that cute hair-up-just-got-home-from-work kind of way. I was so ashamed of my body that I used to look at other girls wearing cute things and think, “I wish I could wear that but my boyfriend would look at me funny” Bihhhhhhhhhhh!

Besides strengthening my relationship, helping me find a sense of style, and allowing me to know how it feels to hold $3,000 cash in my hands… sugaring has brought out my inner gimme-gimme-always-gets, sorry not sorry, bo$$ ass bitch self. Yesterday, for the first time, I told a sales associate that no, in fact, her coworker did NOT tell me I couldn’t return this bodysuit, and that no, in fact, that is NOT her store policy, and that yes, she does need to return this $55 item right the fuck now because I just spent $300 in her store and she needs to suck on a big black cock because her customer service is terrible and I work retail and can vouch for the fact that my ass would be fired if I acted like this.

I mean, not exactly in those words, but you get my point.

If you look back on my blog, some posts ago I mentioned that I’m a very passive person. I’ve always been the type who wanted people to like her, rather than respect her.

And if you asked me now, “What does it feel like to be so God damn passive?”

Well….. passive….. um….

Never felt that. Never been through that. Never experienced that emotion.

Truly, I don’t know what that is.

Old Friend - Request

Requested by @fourtyninekirbygamzeegirl: Hi, I’d like to request one where the reader is an ex-American agent and she has been around Sherlock and John for quite some time. She started working for MI-6 after a while and comes back injured (wherever you decide) and Sherlock ends up examining it intimately before they go into smutty goodness or something. 

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 2,479

Warnings: This is more fluff than smut but yeah SMUT - unprotected -

A/N: I’m tired and sleepy and feeling fluffy so I couldn’t help it but to reflect on this.

Enjoy!

Originally posted by benedictc

She couldn’t remember the last time she saw the Baker Street boys, or the last time she shared a cup with them, less to say the last hand shake. She wasn’t sure they would remember as fondly as she remembered them; after all, she had been dragged out of London from a day to the other, and didn’t even give her time to say good-bye. But that was what the MI-6 did. They got you into suicide missions, away from your friends and family, away from the world and the life you knew.

How would they react when she knocked? Would they be pleased or angry? How would they have changed in the time she was gone? Maybe John had finally settled down, or maybe Sherlock and Irene were back together – if they ever really dated -, maybe Mrs. Hudson found a new husband, maybe Mycroft had finally decided to wear a wig, or maybe Lestrade had stopped calling Sherlock… Whatever had happened would remain a mystery for her unless she knocked the door.

It had been a long time, but even so, she missed them with all her heart. When they moved her to London from America, she thought she would never feel as home-sick as she did in that time, but now she knew she was wrong. She missed those all-nighters with the boys, trying to solve a mystery, watching crappy telly or playing heads up. She missed those morning talks with Mrs. Hudson, and playing cards with Watson. But most of all, she missed when Sherlock played for her.

She remembered him, waltzing around the flat, playing the most beautiful melody with his head tilted to the side and his eyes closed. She remembered him flowing with the sound like a feather flows with the wind. She remembered how her stomach tickled whenever he opened those mesmerizing blue eyes to see her, his voice making odd questions out of nowhere. The way he would roll his eyes at the clients with boring stories or his intensity when he couldn’t find an answer. (Y/N) missed his smell, and that laughter… He barely laughed, but when he did it was so full of joy she couldn’t help but to laugh as well. She missed those little, almost accidental touches, and his face whenever he caught her staring. She missed Sherlock Holmes.

And there she was. Her back curved, both hands pressing her left ribs, trying to keep the blood from spilling. How would she explain? “Oh, hi boys, remember I disappeared? The MI-6 took me, fun times, then someone shot me in the plane back and now I’m here and I need some stitches.” No, that was ridiculous.

The door opened violently. “Would you come in already? I don’t have ti…” Sherlock stopped talking. His mouth fell into an O as he saw the woman he had once admired right in front of him. He thought it was a client, she never stood up like that, but of course she would always surprise him. “(Y/N).” He whispered.

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twysted  asked:

Hello there! ❤️ My MC has a seizure while waiting in the emergency room with her boyfriend. How would staff typically respond to this, and would the boyfriend be able to see her once she's stabilized? Thank you so much!

Hey there @twysted, welcome back to the blog! 

Last things first: yes, her boyfriend could visit her once she’s stabilized. 

She becomes a quite urgent case when the seizure happens, especially if she’s never seized before. The staff member who witnesses the seizure – typically the registrar or clerk – will call a code to the waiting room. Depending on the hospital, usually either an ER doc or the hospital’s Rapid Response Team will come to the waiting room and evaluate her. It will take a minute or three to get medical staff to the waiting room, and they will feel like they take forever. 

A big chunk of what happens next will be determined by whether or not she’s still seizing. If she is, 

I would love to say that she’d get an injection of a benzodiazepine – probably midazolam, aka Versed – in the waiting room, but nobody just runs around with narcotics in their pocket, so she would likely simply seize until the seizure stops. She’d be lifted gently onto a bed and brought into the ER, triaged right away. 

Her boyfriend would likely spend time getting questioned by the triage nurse while she’s getting initially evaluated – name, ddate of birth, medical history, all of that. Meanwhile, nurses would be hooking her up to blood pressure and pulse oximetry, cardiac monitoring (if a monitored bed is available), and getting IVs going in case they need to do anything else. 

However. The next big question is, has she seized before? If she has epilepsy, this will kind of be a “no big deal, we’ll check her blood levels” kind of an encounter. If she’s never had a seizure before, it’s a much bigger deal, because a first-time seizure is a symptom of a brain in significant distress. She’d get a CT scan, a tox screen, a routine panel of bloodwork – she’d have gotten the routine panel during the initial IV placement – and a neurology workup once she’s out of the postictal phase. 

(Postical: she’d be groggy and disoriented for 5-30 minutes after the seizure.) 

I hope this helped!! 

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

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Things you probably didn't notice while watching your favorite stop-mo movies.

CORPSE BRIDE:
-The name of the piano “company” that “made” the Everglot’s piano is named after Ray Harryhausen (sorry, I probably spelled that wrong…)
-In the beginning credits, it states that the film is not only a Warner Brothers and a Tim Burton film, but also a LAIKA film as well. Many animators who now work full-time at LAIKA had gotten their start with this film and the animating and puppet/set design crew included some of LAIKA’s most treasured employees, such as Deborah Cook (costume designer) and Chris Butler (who later directed “ParaNorman”). So yes, it would be valid to call Victor (or Emily or Victoria) a “LAIKA Kid”.
-There are constant literary references hidden throughout the film. The keyword for returning to the Land of the Dead after a Ukrainian Haunting Spell had been casted, “hopscotch” is a reference to the novel “The Book Thief” and during the scene where the living meet up with their dead loved ones in the Land of the Living, a line from “Gone With the Wind” is used. (“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a da*n”)

CORALINE:
-On the moving van at the one scene in the beginning of the movie when the Joneses move into the Pink Palace, the title of the moving company is “Ranft Brothers”. If you think back to “Corpse Bride”, you might recall a brief note at the very end of the credits saying that the film was dedicated to Joe Ranft- a beloved storyboard artist at Pixar who briefly worked on the film shortly before his sudden passing. The name could have been placed there on purpose to honor his memory or have been completely coincidental, however I thought I’d make the connection…
-Also on the moving van, there is some graphiti that reads “Stop-Mo Rlesz!” on the back doors of the van. (This is where I actually got my current blog title from so, kudos to LAIKA! And yes, indeed. “Stop-Mo” does in fact, “rule”.)

PARANORMAN:
-In the scene where the Babcock family is in the car and they just arrived at the site where Agatha was located and saw the cyclone she had created hovering over the woods, there is a brief shot that features some buildings and an alley way. If you look to the left, you see a building with some white letters on the back. This building is known as the “Coraline Jones Building”.

Interactions with a tree spirit.

She gave me permission to blog about this:)

I have noticed a presence watching me this evening in the bath, and i asked it to make itself known to me. 

A familiar flower enters my mind, and becomes a garland around the head of a dark haired girl with light grey/yellow skin. She is wearing a faded green and yellow sun dress and is barefoot.

“oh a spirit” 

she smiles, and nods. 

“a tree nymph” 

a grin, yes

“From the tree out back?”

no, not that one. The image of a tree i often walk past enters my mind, i have taken the sweet smelling blossoms from this tree. 

“Oh, the tree with the flowers. I am sorry for taking them.”

you only took a few and you used them to honor the dead. I don’t mind.

I had laid one blossom on the urn of my dog, another in front of the photo of my grandfather and the third in my offering jar to Frigga. It was at this point that I tried to make her stand on her head, something i often do when meeting new spirits to see if they are imagined. 

Don’t be stupid. she gave me a gentle slap and grinned, showing sharp teeth.

“You are real!” 

of course. 

“Are you the one who came while i was in the bath?” 

yes. I noticed your rose water. It is quite nice, but you were ill so I didn’t approach. 

you mean the withdrawals?” she looked at me quizzically. “when humans take chemicals, and then stop taking them, sometimes it causes problems. I get dizzy and have headaches.” 

oh, that is unfortunate. 

she looked troubled.

if you pour some of your rose water on my roots, i would be willing to give you a bit of luck in return. It might help. It might not.

I can definitely do that, I will pour the rest of it on your tree. Hey, what is your name?”

you can call me Galadriel. 

“like in lord of the rings?”

exactly. i love that movie. 

that isn’t your real name is it?”

no, i just really like. 

she smiled and then left me to go to sleep. 

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Mirrored Dreams (Drarry Oneshot)

4k, Rated M (for mentions of sex, but no sexual content)

Summary:

Harry and Draco are back at Hogwarts for a reunion, when they stumble across a very familiar mirror.

Excerpt:

Harry scowled. “We’re in our forties, Draco. We’re too old for this nonsense.”

Draco stepped closer, pulling Harry’s tie from his waistcoat, and tugging until their faces were so close they were almost touching.

“So, the idea of shagging over a desk in some old classroom doesn’t excite you?” he asked, his voice low, using that tone he knew made Harry shiver. “Too old to get it up for me, Potter?”

Harry made an angry sound. “Watch your mouth!” he snapped. “If anyone’s too old to get it up, it’s you!”

Draco laughed, and stepped back, grabbing Harry’s wrist and tugging him along again.

“People are going to wonder where we went,” Harry said sullenly. It was a lost cause, and he knew it. He was completely unable to say no to Draco anymore, not for something that would make him happy, and it was clear that Draco was not going to change his mind.


Written as a gift for the lovely @parkkate, and posted as part of celebrating my blog turning 1 year old, and so that it is in a better format for her.

(I am not returning to actively posting my Harry Potter fanfiction online, this is merely an exception for A) a gift, and B) a special occasion. My blog probably wouldn’t have made it to a year old without my drarry fanfiction, which has always been a huge part of it, so this felt right for celebrating it.)

Double Standards (ch1 leaked)

olicity || ao3 || mature || light angst || 660 || more fics

summary: Felicity is a young actress trying to be taken seriously in Hollywood. Oliver is her Oscar winning boyfriend. Everything is peachy keen for them… that is until their sex tape gets released
chapter word count: 660
chapters: ¼
a/n: based on [x] wrote it because i can because @imusuallyobsessed told me i should. well, like 99% of my fics get written because someone is chanting “do it do it do it” 


“Dinah, what the hell am I going to do?” Felicity asked as she slid lower in her chair.

Her publicist sighed heavily, “We’re going to have to do some damage control, obviously. It’s going to take some work. Right now, I suggest not being active on social media.”

Felicity was already pulling out her phone, “Why?”

She opened up her twitter only to be met with a barrage of disgusting hate messages. Everything from strangers calling her a slut to mothers accusing her of being a bad role model. It wasn’t fair! She didn’t want to be anyone’s role model. If she did, she would still be on Disney. As it were, she was trying to break into more adult films. She was twenty-four, for Pete’s sake. She wanted to be taken serious and not seen as this wholesome good girl from the down the street. Well, now she wasn’t, but this was not how she wanted it to happen.

“Like I said, stay off of Twitter,” Dinah said, “Have you spoken to Oliver?”

Felicity shook her head, “How’s he doing?”

Dinah scoffed, “He’ll be fine. Most of the news outlets are raving about how attractive he is.”

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anonymous asked:

hello! are requests open? I couldn't find your rules so I hope this request is ok: uchiha itachi with a big spoon wife, thank q!

Requests are open and I’m sorry if you couldn’t find the rules, I’m still working out the kinks of my blog. But yes, your request is fine! I did these in Headcannon format, I hope you enjoy!

HC’s on Itachi having a Big Spoon! Wife

Originally posted by you-are-shinobi

Originally posted by m-pott

  • I have the feeling that Itachi would actually like having a big spoon wife. He may not admit it at first, but it would not take much to figure out that he throughly enjoys it. This makes him feel loved and comforted and wanted, all things he never thought he’d feel.
  • He really likes it when he and his wife are spooning and she presses her head against the back of his neck. It really calms him down when he’s come home from a stressful mission or when he’s having PTSD (I could see him having minor PTSD). He also appreciates it when his wife intertwines her fingers with his while spooning.
  • The only time Itachi will be the big spoon, and his wife is just going to have to deal with it, is post sex. This is because it’s just the common thing for a guy to do. But that is literally the only time he’ll be the big spoon.
  • He was a little surprised when he found out that his wife was the big spoon, and it was a little awkward at first. But he soon learned to A) Get used to it and B) To like it
  • On their wedding night the two of them were really tired (because hosting a wedding is not easy) so instead of sex they just ditched their wedding garb and spooned with their legs tangled and they exchanged sweet nothings. 
  • Itachi really likes having deep conversations when spooning with his wife. He’ll ask about her day, what’s her mission schedule, etc. He likes the feeling of her breath against the back of his neck, it gives him goosebumps.
  • You can bet that he enjoys spooning naked. He lives for the feeling of her breasts against his bare back.
  • He does not want the other Akatsuki finding out that he’s the little spoon. 1. It’s his personal life and he doesn’t like any other member, besides Kisame, finding out. 2. He knows he’ll never hear the end of it from some members *cough* Hidan *cough* if they find out.

anonymous asked:

When Amanda brought Mary back, she said it's what he needs (or wants, I can't remember) - is that to do with the "death" of performing!Dean and the confrontation he has with her in 12x22?

Chuck yes! This is everything I harp on about about Amara :)

Originally posted by casclaire


Amara knew what Dean wanted, she understood him, if you watch all the Amara scenes one after another in s11 it is so clear, I love it :) I also count the love monster as narratively it is relevant and in her guise, and what it tells Dean is a continuation of what Amara does for Dean.

If you go on my blog and search #amara and #mary winchester and #performing!dean you should find all my meta about this, and other peoples meta that I’ve reblogged.

Here are the main two:

This one where I explain how season 11 doesn’t make any sense without canon Destiel and how as soon as Amara kisses Dean and becomes a romantic interest she also immediately becomes a Cas mirror, while also every time she interacts with Dean either addresses his feelings for Cas or his self worth:

https://tinkdw.tumblr.com/post/158933038737/amara-and-season-11-just-dont-work-without

This one where I explain how Mary is a narrative extension of Amara, given that their stories are linked by how Mary is brought back, and how I predicted earlier in the season how Mary would affect her boys, which is exactly what happened with Dean / will most likely happen as Sam’s arc is for next season:

https://tinkdw.tumblr.com/post/161031976442/mary-is-the-best-mother-figure-they-could-wish-for

Amara set us up to really understand performing!dean and how repressed he is. They took 10 years of subtext and brought it right up into the forefront for him to reject, in the guise of a busty brunette, no less. Then they took her and made her a massive Cas mirror, made it so that her bond with Dean was so much less powerful than his bond with “Small fry Angel” Cas that she had to go through Cas to speak to him… talked to Dean about his repression, had a whole conversation with Dean about how he is Humanity, that this is what he represents for her, interspersed with a scene with Metatron and Cas, just to remind us that Metatron, mr meta man himself, once told us that Cas is in love with Humanity…

Only for Amara to then bring back Mary, who was herself not only another massive Cas mirror all season, but also forced Dean to look at himself, which is what he has been doing ALL SEASON 12. The whole season was character led through Dean and his coming to understand his self worth, even after 12x03 he was already displaying signs of believing he deserved BETTER from Mary, that he didn’t deserve this…

Then he actively tells Sam that Sublimation “is kinda my thing” in 12x05… which doesn’t really help if you are actively trying to sublimate anymore, it’s a call to attention… and all this leading to months of worrying out loud for Cas, not really caring if Sam can see that you’re being a worried wife and even better a nagging worried “WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!” standard narrative wife in 12x19, while also riding Larry fully consciously, showing us his hidden soft, sweet, Disney loving side in 12x11…
All culminating in 12x22… so yeah. Absolutely Amara and Mary are the key to this deconstruction of Performing!dean and it is awesome :)

Hey, Hot Stuff {Zen x MC}

           Hey you guys, yes! I am back! After about… what has it been, two weeks after basically ghosting you all I am here. I’m sorry that I’ve been gone for so long. I’ve just been really busy… and depressed… but now I’m slightly less of both of those things. I promise that I will be better at writing more. I would like to thank my amazing friend @yuri-on-a-messenger for allowing me to use her username as the Tumblr user you were messaging in this fic. She writes amazing stuff, so go check her blog out. I love her so much and you should love her too, tbh. She’s awesome.

Anyways, 고고씽~!

 

           Sitting in Jaehee’s café next to Zen after practice for his latest musical never really seemed like a bad idea before. Even when you got there it didn’t seem like too bad of an idea. That was until one of your best friends sent you a message through Tumblr. That’s how you had met, and though you had never met in person, you considered yourselves to be incredibly close. That being said, honestly, it was not the time for what the conversation had led up to. Zen was talking to Jaehee for the time being, so you figured that you might as well just answer.

           yuri-on-a-messenger: Hey, (MC). What are you doing?

           (MC): Nothing much. I met a friend at a café after he finished practice.

           Seconds later, she responded.

           yuri-on-a-messenger: Ooooh. Is this friend who I think he is?

           You rolled your eyes at her blatant teasing. Regardless, you complied in answering her

           (MC): Maaaaaaybe…

           yuri-on-a-messenger: “He’s just so nice and caring. I think he’s just, like, the best guy ever. And his acting! Don’t even get me started on his acting! The way he gets into character is just amazing!”

           (MC): Shut up! I don’t talk like that.

           yuri-on-a-messenger: Dude

           yuri-on-a-messenger: I have the receipts

           yuri-on-a-messenger: Don’t even try me because I will send them

           (MC): Okay, okay. I’ll admit that I do like him. But, again, like I’ve said, he’s a celebrity. I’m just his friend and moral supporter. I don’t rea-

           In the middle of typing your message, you got interrupted by a certain someone sitting next to you in the booth. “So, who are you texting? What are you talking about?” He asked jokingly.

           Bringing your phone to your chest, you glance up timidly, “Nothing. No one. Why?” You stuttered.

           He got a slightly annoyed look on his face, “Well don’t explode. It was just a question.” He responded with a bit of attitude.

           Maybe it was because you had never held back who you had been texting, or about what, from him. But you didn’t really pay mind to that when it came to the fact that you had been talking about him. “It was, um, just a friend. I was talking to a friend. Yeah.” You managed to let out.

           “A friend, huh?” He interrogated.

           “Mmhmm.” You replied, nodding hastily.

           “Okay.” Was all he said, but he didn’t buy a word that came out of your mouth. You saw him passive-aggressively sipping his drink, and with that, you automatically changed the subject.

 

           A friend? What kind of “friend”? He thought, racking his brain for any ideas. This had never happened before. When did (MC) start hiding her conversations from him, the actor thought. His eyes widened at his next thought. What if it was a guy that she had met? Is that why she didn’t want to tell him?

           Zen felt metaphorical smoke leave his ears. He couldn’t even fathom why he felt so blatantly possessive of her. He couldn’t help it. They were such good friends that he had to protect her. That was the reason why right?

 

           Sighing, you threw yourself onto the bed in your apartment. You were no longer living in at Rika’s anymore so you could throw yourself anywhere in the house without worry. You fiddled with your phone, attempting to message your friend again. It had been a few weeks since you had last seen Zen. Lately, he hadn’t really been talking to you, in the messenger, or in a private thread. He hadn’t even invited you out or sent a text to see if you were even doing okay. Besides hiding your messages to your friend, about him, from him, what had you done wrong? Why was he acting this way towards you? You had a right to your privacy, right? At least that’s what you thought.

           (MC): Yo, yo. What’s up?

           It took the college student time to respond, but within minutes, you heard your phone chime

           yuri-on-a-messenger: Please never say that again.

           (MC): What? I just asked ‘what’s up?’

           yuri-on-a-messenger: You’re not going to make me repeat it, are you?

           (MC): Ha-ha, no.

           You responded as you heard a knock on the door. Setting your phone on the coffee table by the door, you answered it.

           Lo and behold, a certain white-haired actor stood in front of you. “Oh, hey, Zen. You’re here?” You blurted out as if it were a question.

           He cleared his throat, awkwardly. It was unlike him. Usually, he was so suave and collected. “Uh, yeah. Sorry for intruding.”

           “Oh… It’s no problem. Come in.” You responded, leading him to the couch.

           “So, what have you been up to?” He started off, awkwardly.

           “Nothing much. I took a cool picture of my latte this morning, but that’s pretty much it.” You responded, picking your phone up off the table and handing it to him.

           You two were so close that, of course, he knew your password. You took your phone briefly to pull it up and then gave it back to him. He looked at the picture and smiled. Maybe you had gone a tad overboard with it, adding whipped cream and cinnamon atop the hot beverage. “Looks like you knew what you were doing” He commented.

           You giggled, “Not really. I just try really hard” You let out as a message notification sounded from your phone. Zen looked down at it impulsively, as did you.

           yuri-on-a-messenger: So, what’s up, hot stuff? Sorry I…

The preview read. These kinds of teasing nicknames were commonplace in your friendship. Of course, Zen didn’t know that, nor did he know who this was. Of course, it was only natural that he would jump to conclusions.

           You saw rage bubble behind his normally kind, yet intense eyes. He promptly gave passed the device back to you. “You might want to answer that,” he mumbled.

           “I…” you started, “Okay. I guess so.” You said, responding to the conversation. You let her know that it was okay that she was busy, and that you were busy at the moment, too. As soon as you finished, you turned your attention back to the man sitting next to you. He was leaning towards you when you turned away, only to find him leaning against the other armrest, mindlessly scrolling through his SNS feed. “Zen? Are you alright” There was concern lacing your words.

           He, though, clearly tried to play this off as if he was just fine. “Peachy. Why do you ask?” He deadpanned.

           “You’re such a liar. You say you’re fine, yet you make no effort to appear that way.” Maybe you were trying to provoke him. You knew that he would let his true feelings out if you pushed hard enough.

           “I’m not lying, though.” He responded. “I am fine.”

           “Then, if you’re so ‘fine’, why won’t you even look at me when you talk to me?” You pushed.

           “Because I can’t stand the idea of you possibly being in a relationship with someone that isn’t me. There, I said it! Are you happy now? Will you stop pushing me and asking so many questions? Will you stop trying to provoke me?” He rambled, raising his voice. Instinctively, you backed up a little from where you were sitting. Realising what he had just said, he looked down. You could tell he didn’t intend to let all of those feelings and emotions out.

           Sighing, you got down on the floor, and kneeled down in front of him, taking his hands. “Zen…” You paused, resting your fingers under his chin as you guided his eyes to meet yours. Reluctantly, he complied. “Why would you ever even begin to think that I would be in a relationship with anyone right now?”

           “Well, for starters, ‘what’s up, hot stuff?’” He answered, making air quotes.

           “Nothing much, you?” You joked, attempting to lighten the mood.

           “No, I meant-

           “I know what you meant. You want to see a picture of who I was talking to?” He nodded slowly. “Okay… Just give me a second.” You swiftly pulled up the messages and showed him the profile picture of the account. It showed a glasses-clad girl with blonde hair.

           “Who’s this?” He asked, obviously confused.

           “This,” you said, shaking your phone, “is one of my closest internet friends. I met her through mutual interests, and we talk all the time. We’re so close that we just use random nicknames like ‘hot stuff’, just to mess with each other.”

           “Is this who you were talking to that day at Jaehee’s?” He went on to ask. You nodded, a smile donning your face. “Then… Why did you hide the messages?”

           “Well… She was kinda teasing me about you. I had told her that I was with you and she started to say all these things that I had told her in the past.”

           “Like…”

           “How I said that you were a great actor… And how you shone up on stage… And how you were really attractive.”

           “And?” He teased. He could probably tell that you were holding something back.

           “And how I have a huge crush on you.”

           “Do you, now?”

           You laughed, “Yes… I guess you could say that you got what you wanted.”

           His smile changed to an expression of confusion. “What do you mean?”

           “I’m not in a relationship with anyone.”

           “Well,” he paused, “maybe we’ll just have to change that.” He replied, pulling you up to him and kissing you softly on your cheek, “What do you say?”

           Smiling, you nodded, and he took that as an opportunity to tenderly press his lips to yours.

Apologies for my absence lately, friends. I couldn’t give you a good explanation before today because a certain someone follows my blog and I didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

For the past several months, I’ve been working on a huge surprise for my girlfriend. I put together a scrapbook with photos, memories, and adventures from our entire relationship.

At the end, I wrote a proposal.

Friends, she said yes!

I’m getting married!

-KJ

It was truely romantic - James McAvoy One Shot

Anonymous: Hey <3 I would love to read about this imagine: /129011076590/imagine-james-talks-about-how-you-met-each-other BTW lovely blog :)


Imagine: James talks about how you met each other and became a couple.



“Bye Y/N, I’m back at 9.“

“What? Where do you go?“
‘Y/N and her thoughts’, but I still loved her. Today was one of my many interviews of this week. I’d rather spend time with my beautiful girlfriend, but I had to take my duties seriously.

“The interview, darling. We talked about it yesterday.“

“Oh, yes you’re right. Have fun!“

She sat on the couch and watched her show, it looked like she didn’t even think about kissing me goodbye. I walked to her, kissed her head and grabbed my keys. The way didn’t take long and I was glad for that. They changed my outfit and put some makeup on my face, I didn’t like this side of my job. I hear the presenter of the show talking about my new movie and calling my name. I went onto the stage and waved at the crowd and smiled at them. The screaming got more quiet and I sat down.

“So James, tell me something about your new role.“

“This role is kind of different compared to the ones I already played. But I liked it a lot, it was an adventure. Finding a way to get into the role was hard, but it was totally worth it. The result is awesome, the movie is great. Really!“

“You were a lot in the media lately. Not just because of the movie. Someone spread the rumour that you’re of the market. Is this true?“

Naturally they knew. Nearly everybody knew at this point.

“Yes, it’s true. I have a girlfriend, a truely beautiful one I might add.“

“How did you two met?“

“It was crazy. It was her first day on set and she was walking around, no clue where to go. She was really cute so I asked her what she was doing. She searched for the catering, because she needed to get some sandwiches. We started to talk and she told me that she’s the assistant of Jennifer. We were nearly back at her trailer when she tripped and fell face first into the mud. I never laughed louder then I ever did before and I highly doubt that I ever will again.“

“And she dates you through?“

“Oh yes. She grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the floor as well. We were both covered in mud and sandwiches all over us. It was truely romantic.“ I said laughing.

anonymous asked:

YAY REQUESTS R OPEN! Can I have a monoma scenario he goes against a strong reader in sports festival the poor boy copies her quirk not knowing how much skill you need for it and doesn't know how to use it? He is cocky and flirting with y/n but goes silent when she beat him with the quirk he couldn't even handle and she flirts back and wins the match leaving him confused+flustered af He has a crush! I would really love if u did my ask❤️this sounded a lot more entertaining in my head lol PLEASE??

Hell yes! I’ve actually never written anything for monoma on this blog so this’ll be fun!

For the readers quirk, I’ve given her the power of air manipulation. I like the idea of using air in combat and also I am ATLA trash…

(As usual, I’ve written this in the form of a female reader.)

Looks Are Decieving//Monoma Neito

Your nerves were clammering like tigers trying to escape from a cage. You were taking part in UA’s very own Sports Festival and, not only that, you had made it to the final rounds! Exhaustion was beginning to take its toll on your body but fatigue would not get the best of you yet, not at a moment like this.

Your next match was against someone you knew to be quite powerful: Monoma Neito. He could copy others quirks for a limited time just through touching them and with a quirk as powerful as yours, that could prove to be quite the predicament for him. It was so ironic. If he could copy yor quirk and beat you, then it’d be like losing to yourself. You couldn’t allow that and you were going to win!

“And the next match is….(Y/L/N) (Y/N) versus Monoma Neito!” Boomed the loud voice of Midnight, snapping you out of your intense train of thought. The time had come.

Walking up your side of the steps, you finally laid your eyes upon the smug face of your opponent. He had a lazy smirk on his face and was roaming his eyes all over you, most likely searching for blind spots and chinks in your defensive armour.

“It’s a shame we have to meet like this,” he said, smirk still playing at his lips. “I’ll try to go easy on you and make it quick.”

You felt your teeth grind together in annoyance. If only the bastard knew what you were capable of. Instead of blowing up, however, you pulled your face into a grin. You couldn’t wait to show him and the rest of the world who were watching just how powerful you really were.

“Oh, please don’t. I like it rough,” you retorted, almost laughing when you saw the flabbergasted expression that fell over his face for a short second.

Midnight raised her hands up high. “And now, let the fight begin!”

Without wasting any time, Neito had charged towards you. He needed your quirk if he was going to be able to fight against you effectively. Little did he know…

You played the part well, acting as though you didn’t want him to get it. You dodged and evaded whilst occassionally using your quirk. Of course he was able to touch you; only because you had let him. It was so amusing to see how victorious he had looked once he had got that touch, as if he had won the entire match. However, now the match was only just beginning. 

“Hah, I got you!” He exclaimed, readying himself into an attacking position. “Let’s see what your quirk is made of.”

You laughed, raising both of your hands as air began to whip around you. “I think you’ll find that it’s I who has you!”

With a powerful flick of your wrists, the air that had been gathering like a hurricane around you suddenly propelled forward, making the crowds yell and Monoma fall backwards a few feet directly onto his ass. He quickly regained himself, sending a glare at you.

“Okay! No more mister-nice-guy!” And with that, he tried to copy the same move you had just done.

You couldn’t help the laugh that fell from your lips as his “attack” gained him nothing but a small breeze. He panicked, quickly trying something else but was met with the same result. 

“Having trouble?” You asked coyly, starting to build up energy in your body.

“What the hell?!”

“My quirk is very powerful and requires years of training and dedication! To think you could control it after mere seconds is foolish!” You yelled, the air around you whistling loudly in your ear as the pressure raised. It even made your hair blow wildly like a mane around you.

You could feel your body being drained slowly but surely of energy. This needed to be a big attack because it was most likely the last chance you’d have to get him out of the ring before succumbing to your fatigue. Mustering up the last of your energy, you pushed your arms outwards, sending the attack directly at him. 

He was swept of his feet and thrown right out of the ring. You had won!

“Monoma is out of bounds! (Y/L/N) wins!”

You fell to your knees, panting as you grinned wildly. You had did it. You’d actually won. Hastily getting back to your feet, you left the ring; you could rest later. Right now, you’d have to clear out so that they could start to fix everything.

As you walked away from the ring, you passed by Monoma, who had a dazed expression as he watched you.

You smirked, stopping in front of him. “It’s a shame. I was looking forward to seeing the not-so-mister-nice-guy.”

He flushed, his hands clenching by his sides. “Y-Your quirk was pretty amazing.”

“Thanks. Let’s fight again when you can handle it, huh, handsome?” You smirked, walking away.

He just stared after you, mouth opening and closing like a fish desperate for air. Monoma was defnitely holding you to that promise.

ALRIGHT ELLA SINCE I GUESS I’M SUCH A  BIG NAME FANDOM BULLY ,   I’M GONNA BE THE ONE TO MAKE THE   CALL OUT POST !!!   are we ready guys ?   this one is gonna be a doozy .   hold on to your seats ,   because  @LEGILLIMENCYY  is definitely a  stealer ,   and i’m sick of the way she has treated my good friend  ally ,   as well as others on this stupid fucking website .

i had made  a smaller post  about this last night for my followers ,   but since this problem has  continued  to escalate ,   ella has given me  no other choice .   we are here now ,   in this  toxicity  called  call out culture .   i’m normally not a fan of it ,   but this time i had to speak up .   ally is my  friend ,   a long time friend at that .   and when you fuck with her ,   you fuck with me .

so let’s start at the  beginning ,   shall we ?   the basis of everything you’ve  stolen ?   i say your   theme insp.  is as good a place to start as any :

i just …   wow .   that is …   that is some  damn good   inspiration  you stole there ,  huh ?   ripped off practically her entire edited agirlingrey code ,   right down to the  font styles and link placements .   i can’t even give you ps credit because even your bg image looks extremely similar to ally’s .   so i guess  kudos  to you for knowing how to steal other people’s codes .

but you didn’t  stop  there ,   did you ?   no ,   of course not !   why  would you ?   you were already stealing her code ,   why not go ahead and steal some of her  headcanon’s  too ?

wow dude .   just wow .   did you even  rewrite  it ?   or just  copy / paste ?   and yes ,   please make sure to look at the  hovered dates  on each :   ally’s is from  6 months ago ,   while ella’s  copied version  dates back less than a week to even  HOURS  at least .   you even stole her  tag name ,   which is pretty  sad .

and then ,   when you were finally called out on your stealing ,   you  BLOCKED  ally for calmly trying to talk to you ,   for  ASKING  you to take down  HER  content .   it was only after  i and a few others  started sending messages that you  BLOCKED US AS WELL ,   and then  messaged  ally with the most   insincere ,   bullshit excuse ever heard ever up to date :

i see  a lot  of things  wrong  with this ,   so let’s just name them off ,   shall we ?   1 .    and none of us  –  with the exception of oc blogs  –  actually created these characters so to claim any kind of originality to anything is honestly bull.          i just …   what ?   what kind of  fresh hell  is this ?   that is like ,   the  shittiest excuse  ever made up ,   like ever .   that’s like a  7 year old  who knows they did wrong trying to  back track  and get out of the blame .   i just want you to know ,   that every writer is laughing right now .   we are all laughing ,   because that is honestly the  stupidest  thing i have ever fucking read in my entire life .

2 .    but since you and your little group of friends are all worked up about it i’ll delete my headcanons and kind of start my blog over.          fuck ,   i would  love  to stop you right there ,   but there’s  so much more  i need to get to .   um .   ally’s friend group  ISN’T  little .   there are  loads  of people on this site that have her back ,   and  love  her for being the person she is ,   not the   fake sickly sweet  bitch you think she is .   oh ,   and  yes  ella ,   i have the screenshot  of that ask ,   too !   you know ,   the one you  deleted ?   let’s post that too ,   huh ?

oh wow ,   and look at all those  vague posts  there too ;   newsflash ,   ella :   that anon on the right ,   the one who called you worthless ?   that wasn’t ally .   ally doesn’t stalk your blog .   i think you kind of have that  backwards  huh ?   considering all your headcanon posts are hers from what ,   6 months back ?   i think that seems a little  stalkerish ,   hmm ?

but i digress ,   getting back to your  shitty excuse of an apology :   3 .    but whatever. i’ll  [ delete ? ]  my headcanons and start fresh …          so …   they’re  not  technically yours ,   considering you weren’t the one who thought of them .   and if you were going to  delete  them ,   why are they  still  on your blog ?   why did you lie ?

listen ella ,   none of us wanted it come to this ,   but  you made this .   you did this to yourself .   not only did you steal ally’s things and take extreme inspiration from her ,   but you lied about it ,   and dragged her name through the proverbial mud ,   and i  for fucking one  will not  take that sitting down .   so take down your stolen headcanons ,   make a theme that isn’t based off of someone else’s ,   and come up with your own goddamn things ,   or face my wrath .   the next time i see this happening with you ,   i  will report you to tumblr for  theft  and  harassment .   what you’ve done is  childish ,   it’s  pathetic  and  immature  and  unbecoming .   i’m  not  sorry to drag your ass through the fucking dirt like you did ally and present you to the public :   a dirty fucking thief with the attitude to match .

get off your goddamn high horse .   no one here accepts the shit that you’re pulling ,   so there’s no need for your shitty self entitlement ,   k ?   k .

Manifestation Monday

Pretty catchy.

So this actually happened today, just now.

As you may have seen, I got the edits of my photos from the shoot I did on Wednesday for some new headshots and pics for the website. On the days leading up to the shoot I was feeling really good about it, about my choice of photographer/HMU, my outfits, and myself. I told myself “this is going to be a wonderful experience. We are going to have fun, I will make some professional connections and I’ll get some great photos of myself.” Occasionally finding myself in a place of worry or panic, I would return to my good feeling focus as quickly as I could once I noticed I was out of it.

So naturally all of those things happened. The photographer and HMU artist were both such sweet gals and so good at what they do and there were snack and drinks available for me and my personalized playlist was ready to go (they had emailed me to ask about dietary restrictions & musical preferences the week prior– such customer service 💕). We got right to work and everything went super smooth, we got all our looks, we had lots of fun & I LOVE my photos.

THEN TODAY!

I get an email from the photographer thanking me for posting one of the photos she took of me with praises for them and my experience with them, and 2 questions: if it’s ok for them to use some of my photos on their website and blog (uh hellz yes) and also if I would like to collaborate with them for my website, she would build a custom site for me using their companies beta program for actors & artists. And also to film some scenes with them for my reel, and she would edit them and put them together for me to use on my site and stuff.

Side note: I was just thinking this morning that it’s time for me to get my personal/actor website up and running as I’m starting to get back into auditioning again and creating my own work.

So as exciting and perfectly timed as this is, I can’t say I’m entirely surprised. This is something I’ve been working on getting into alignment about, and now there is more and more physical evidence in my life to support my belief that this is the RIGHT TIME for me to be here, doing what I am doing.

Everything I want comes to me in the right time. I trust the process of life. Life is continually unfolding in ways that support the highest good for myself and the people around me.