shortest woman


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Chapter 4


I’d fully expected to sleep until at least noon, but I managed to feel wide awake at 9AM and by 11, I was already sitting on a lounge chair in Niall’s backyard, my cheap sunglasses doing a poor job of shading the blinding sun from my eyes.

“Could it be any hotter?” I whined as I fanned myself with my hand.

“Why dontcha jump in the pool?” Niall suggested as he flipped a burger on the grill.

“Not yet,” I shook my head. “I wanna eat first.”

I was also a little self-conscious about stripping down to my bathing suit in front of Niall, but I wasn’t about to say that.

“Well, you’re in luck, ‘cause these are ready.”

“Yes!” I jumped up from my seat.

Niall grinned at me as I took a plate from him and prepared my burger. As I sat down at the patio table, he pulled two beers out of a cooler and handed me one before sitting next to me.

“Delicious, Blondie,” I told him with a mouth full of burger.

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The Five Most Powerful Women in Middle Earth

What an awesome question, thank you! :D The five women are listed in alphabetical order, which may not necessarily represent their true ranking.


  • Ancestors: Arwen comes from basically the most famous (and powerful) line of ancestors in Middle Earth. in fact, you’ll be able to find a few of her ancestors further down on this list. She’s descended from all three elvish royal families (the Vanyar, Noldor, and Teleri), and she even has an ancestor who was one of the Maiar!
  • Friends: She was friends with Frodo, who destroyed the One Ring. Her husband was King of the Reunited Kingdom, and through him she was friends with the King of Rohan. And thanks to Legolas and Gimli, she also held some influence in Mirkwood and Erebor. 
  • Age/Experience: Arwen lived to be a couple thousand years old. The vast majority of her life was fairly inactive, though, so she doesn’t have a whole lot of experiences (that we know of.) However, she spent a great deal of time with her grandmother, Galadriel, who was the most powerful elf in Middle Earth at the time, so she was probably learning plenty. Then after the War of the Ring, she helps Aragorn rebuild Gondor and the Reunited Kingdom, the most powerful kingdom of the Fourth Age.
  • Titles: Arwen didn’t hold a formal title in Rivendell. After marrying Aragorn, though, she becomes the Queen of Gondor and the Reunited Kingdom. 
  • Wisdom/Power: Arwen doesn’t exhibit any sort of “magical” powers that we know of. But she does have a way about her - generally, everyone loves her. And she’s pretty wise (she’s especially helpful to Frodo, who suffered quite a bit after the War of the Ring.)
  • Narrative Bias: Arwen is, according to what Tolkien wrote about her, perfect. But, what we know about her life is pretty much centered around her romance with Aragorn.


  • Ancestors: Galadriel is a princess of the Noldor, and is descended from all three of the elvish royal families (Vanyar, Noldor, and Teleri.) And you know all those impressive ancestors that the other women on this list are bragging about? Yeah, well Galadriel was related to them and actually knew them while they were living. 
  • Friends: Galadriel was friendly with many of the princes of the Noldor, who were the great movers and shakers of the First Age. During her time in Doriath, Galadriel grew very close to Melian, and would also have been well-acquainted with Thingol and Luthien. During the Second Age, Galadriel was good friends with Celebrimbor, who made the rings of power. And later in the Third Age Galadriel’s main alliance was with her son-in-law, Elrond. We also know that Galadriel was in contact with Gwaihir and the great eagles. Oh, and there’s the minor matter of her long-lasting, close friendship with Gandalf, one of the Istari (and therefore Galadriel’s second friend among the Maiar.)
  • Age/Experience: Galadriel had the longest time in Middle Earth - about 7,000 years. But don’t think that she’s all quantity over quality! Galadriel arrived in Middle Earth after traveling over the Helcaraxe, the Grinding Ice. She then spends most of the First Age in Doriath, learning from Melian. She marries Celeborn, and in the Second Age she lives in several places (depending on which version you’re reading), but pretty much always in charge. She lived in Eregion for a while, befriended Celebrimbor and the dwarves of Moria. She ends up in possession of one of the elvish rings of power, and survives the War of Saruon and the Elves. In the Third Age, she comes to rule Lorien when their king abandons the realm. She serves on the White Council (as the only female member), and plays a huge role in making the decisions that led to Sauron’s expulsion from Dol Guldur, and many of the events of the War of the Ring. 
  • Titles: Interestingly enough, Galadriel has never been a queen. This is interesting because she’s ruled a couple different elvish realms in her time. However, she’s only ever been the Lady Galadriel. There are some who believe that she has a claim to the High Kingship (Queenship?) of the Noldor, though, so it’s not as if she isn’t still powerful without the title.
  • Wisdom/Power: Even without the ring of power that she wore, Galadriel was incredibly powerful (“magically”.) She studied under the Valar in Valinor, and then under Melian in Doriath. Sauron considered her to be his greatest threat in Middle Earth. And she was incredibly wise (thanks mostly, I think, to the 7,000+ years of experience she’s got under her belt.)
  • Narrative Bias: Tolkien loved Galadriel. Loved her. Which means that we learn a lot about her story. And while she wasn’t always perfect, nearly all the information we get about her is positive.


  • Ancestors: Luthien was the daughter of Thingol, King of the Sindar, and Melian, one of the Maiar. So while her family tree is short, it’s very impressive.
  • Friends: Luthien, despite her incredible story, led a pretty sheltered life. She spent almost her entire life living in Doriath, so her friends would mostly be limited to that realm (which would include Mablung, Beleg Strongbow, and Daeron.) She also would have known Galadriel quite well. During her adventures, Luthien became very good friends with Huan the Hound. 
  • Age/Experience: As I mentioned, most of Luthien’s lifetime was spent sheltered and, frankly, inactive. But, after meeting Beren, Luthien goes on a quest that includes enough experiences for any lifetime. She befriends a talking hound and is kidnapped by a couple of Feanor’s sons. She then sneaks into Angband while disguised as a vampire, and distracts Morgoth were her singing and dancing while Beren steals a silmaril. After returning home, Luthien watches Beren die, and then dies of heartbreak herself. While in the Halls of Mandos, Luthien sings a song so sad that it actually moves Mandos to pity (which had never happened before, and hasn’t happened since.) She then chooses mortality, and lives a second life with Beren. 
  • Titles: Luthien spent most of her life as the princess of Doriath. She doesn’t really gain any sort of political title after her quest and marriage to Beren, but by that point she’s so famous and beloved that she hardly needs one.
  • Wisdom/Power: Luthien was probably even more “magically” powerful than Galadriel, thanks to the fact that she was half-Maiar. Singing, especially, was a specialty of hers, and she managed to make all sorts of things happen by singing. Most famously, she sang to Morgoth and, with her singing, lulled him into a very unobservant stupor, allowing Beren to cut a silmaril from his crown. Luthien seemed to be pretty wise (at least, her actions were much more mature than some of the other characters in The Silmarillion.)
  • Narrative Bias: Tolkien was basically in love with Luthien. No, for real. She’s based on his wife, whom he obviously loved a great deal. So Luthien is generally portrayed as perfect.


  • Ancestors: Melian doesn’t have any ancestors to brag about. That’s because she was present at the creation of the universe.
  • Friends: Melian’s life in Middle Earth was even more isolated than Luthien’s. We have no mention of Melian ever leaving Doriath while she was queen. But, we cannot forget that Melian had a whole life before she met Thingol, and could count the other Maiar (and the Valar, especially Este, Lorien, and Yavanna) as her friends.
  • Age/Experience: As Queen of Doriath, many of Melian’s experiences were sort of lackluster in comparison to her daughter (or even her friend, Galadriel.) If we look at her life before Thingol, though, we have to wrap our heads around the fact that Melian took part in actually forming and creating Middle Earth itself. In fact, her great claim to fame among the Ainur is that she taught the nightingales to sing.
  • Titles: Melian was Queen of Doriath for the vast majority of that realm’s existence. 
  • Wisdom/Power: As far as “magical” power, Melian is the most powerful woman on this list. As one of the Maiar, Melian is essentially a demigod. While the exact limit of her powers is unknown, she was able to create and maintain the Girdle of Melian, a forcefield which protected Doriath from enemies, for centuries. She was also incredibly wise, and not only foresaw many of the events of the First Age, but also gave some excellent advice (which, unfortunately, was usually ignored.)
  • Narrative Bias: Tolkien doesn’t write all that much about Melian. But we generally get a positive outlook on her character, even though she remains quite mysterious.


  • Ancestors: Tar-Ancalime’s most recent ancestors were all kings of Numenor. And, if you go back far enough, you find out that she shares all the same ancestors as Elwing. It’s just that, being mortal, there are a lot more generations between her and “the greats.”
  • Friends: Somehow, I imagine that Tar-Ancalime didn’t have many friends. We don’t have a whole lot of information about her, so we actually can’t name any friends for her (especially powerful or important friends.) While her father, Tar-Aldarion, was a close ally of Gil-galad, Tar-Ancalime mainly cut ties with the elves of Lindon, so…
  • Age/Experience: Tar-Ancalime is the shortest-lived woman on this list (for all that she lived to be 412 years old.) However, during her lifetime she ruled over the most powerful mortal kingdom in Middle Earth (arguably the most powerful kingdom in Middle Earth, elves included.) And not only did she rule over Numenor, but hers was the second-longest reign in Numenor’s history (second only to Elros, the first king.) Even though she didn’t continue her father’s alliance with Gil-galad, Numenor was still in a frenzy of sea-voyages and exploration, so it must have been an interesting country to rule.
  • Titles: Tar-Ancalime grew up a princess of Numenor. She ended up succeeding her father as Numenor’s ruler, though, and was the First Ruling Queen of Numenor.
  • Wisdom/Power: Tar-Ancalime didn’t have any sort of “magical” powers. And, frankly, she doesn’t always seem all that wise, and lets the biases instilled in her by her mother control many of her actions as an adult.
  • Narrative Bias: Tar-Ancalime has, and Tolkien doesn’t shy away from pointing them out. It’s also worth noting, though, that the story that Tar-Ancalime appears in is focused on personal and relationship issues, and so the focus is never really on her power or her reign as Queen, but rather on her role as daughter and her part in the drama of her parent’s marriage.

((A quick note on the women that weren’t included in this list: I narrowed this down to women in Middle Earth because, if I were to include Valinor, all five women would be Valar, which might not be what you wanted. If you want a version including the Valar, let me know. Also, if interested, Elwing and Idril were both very close runner-ups, and were basically only beaten by Tar-Ancalime because they never held all that much political power.))

SOURCES: The Silmarillion, The Unfinished Tales (“The History of Galadriel and Celeborn”, “Aldarion and Erendis”), LOTR, LOTR Appendices

Listen To Me (Alexander Hamilton X Reader)

(Warning: Talk of Anxiety due to Infertility (So don’t get butt hurt, I put a warning))

Alexander’s footsteps were frantic as he raced around the house. His eyes were wide, and tried to focus in the darkness of his home.

It was the middle of the night, and he had awoken from a long due sleep to find that his wife was gone. No trace. Like a feather in the wind, she vanished.

“(Y/N)! Love, where are you?” Alexander called, panic setting in. That’s when he saw it. On the table on his office, sat a letter. Stamped with his own seal. He raced over, picking it up from his table.

‘Hello Alexander,

I am so sorry if that when you find this, you are in a panic. I just had to get away. I was so used to being free under the stars, that our small house was becoming quite closing. Do not worry dear, I will be back by morning light. I promise you.

Ever yours,
(Y/N) Hamilton’

Alexander’s breathing slowed as he read his wife’s words. No matter how much society tried to push his wife down, she was always outgoing and independent. That’s how he fell in love with her of course. The one woman who had the nerve at the Winter Ball to walk up and kiss his hand. His equal in every way.

But what he also saw on his desk confused him. He moved to go sit down in his chair, and picked up a foreign book that sat on his piles of papers. Opening the pages showed the outgoing woman’s handwriting, revealing itself to be her elusive diary.

Alexander read through every entry, from the entry of the night after they met, to the day they wed. But the latest entry confused him.

'August 23, 1784

What am I to tell him? That he isn’t to ever be a father? That we won’t ever be able to have a family? He will be absolutely devastated. I feel so terrible, he shouldn’t be punished for my imperfections. I can never bear children. He will surely hate me, won’t he? I need to escape one night to ease my thoughts. Hopefully when I get the courage to tell him, he won’t leave me. Lord help us both.

(Y/N) Hamilton’

She thought he was going to leave her for this?

“That is preposterous?! Why would I ever leave you (Y/N)?” Alexander said aloud, reading the passage over and over. He felt so terrible for making his wife feel this way. And he was hoping to speak with her of it as soon as she got home.

He then saw something glint off of his stamp, and he turned his head to see light shine through his window.


Alexander stood to his feet, letter and diary and hand, and exited his office. He moved to their common room, sitting comfortably on their sofa. In the time he waited, he traced his fingers over his wife’s elegant handwriting.

The opening of a door and a gasp brought his head up, to see his wife at the door. Alexander’s coat hung over her shoulders, and her beautiful (E/C) eyes started down, shocked, and the book and letter in Alexander’s hands.

“(Y/N)…” Alexander asked, setting the papers aside and standing to his feet. Alexander stood at the same height as his wife, making it easy, as always, to lock eyes with her. The (H/C) haired woman dipped her head, attempting to hide from her husbands gaze, fearing the worst.

“Alexander, listen, I am so sorry for not telling you-”

“Love, I’m not-”

“I know how much you wished to be a father, but, I didn’t want you to leave me. Not yet.”

“(Y/N)! No!”

“I know you’re most likely upset, but please hear what I have to say. I-”

“(Y/N), will you listen to me please!” Alexander had to raise his voice to gain his frantic wife’s attention. She flicked her head up, tears falling from her eyes.

Alexander let a soft smile cross his face, before he held out his arms. His wife ran forward into his embrace, almost knocking him off of his feet. Soft apologies drifted from the woman’s lips as she sobbed into her husbands shoulder.

“I am not mad at you in the slightest Love. What gave you that impression? Yes, I wanted children, but you are my priority. So, if you aren’t able to bring children into this world, that has no concern to me. You are still the same beautiful, intelligent, courageous woman I met all those years ago. The same woman who could out talk me with the shortest breath. The same woman who would have been my rival if they hadn’t charmed me so. You are a goddess sent from the heavens my dear, and this small flaw of yours does not worry me.” Alexander spoke softly into the woman’s ear, placing soft kisses just behind the small appendage used for listening.

“You promise Alexander?” She asked, pulling her head back. Her eyes were read and puffy, but Alexander saw her no differently. He brought his hand to cup her face, and leaned in closer, to the point where their breaths mixed in a perfect concoction.

“I promise with every ounce of my being. For as I always say?”

“You aren’t sure of how much of a soul you have left to give.”

A soft giggle escaped his wife’s lips as she said that, bringing another smile to Alexander’s face. (Y/N) closed the distance with her husband, keeping her hands against his chest.

Once they pulled apart, Alexander leaned his head against hers, completely contempt with the life they had.

This is one of my all time favorite go-to horror movies. This was Rob Zombie’s debut film and arguably one of his best. 

This movie has a lot of very weird imagery along with some fantastic music. You really get a hint of those hokey carnival attractions, you know the ones…with the world’s shortest woman? Or the snake-boy. Before you even ask, yes that is Rainn Wilson in the corner of the picture as an alligator boy. That should be enough to make you watch this movie.

A word of warning: this movie is really disturbing at some points and is not for the weak of heart. I wholeheartedly recommend this movie to any horror fan!

-Mod Zach

Ron Weasley Imagine - Welcome to the Burrow

can i have a cute meet the fam rons gf imagine? im real picky so just do whatever! thank youuu :) - requested by anon

I hope you mean you’re not picky, otherwise you might be a bit upset by my character portrayal. lol Anyways hope you like it! :)

Also, this is my 100th imagine.  Can you believe that?

     “Welcome to the Burrow,” Ron said as he swung open the front door to his creaky and strange but full-of-character house.

     He held the door open for me and I stepped in to a small living room bursting with mismatched furniture and red-headed people.  They all turned to look at me, and I reached back for Ron’s hand.

     “This is y/n,” he told the room full of people.  “y/n, this is my family.  Come on, I’ll show you around.”

     A woman, the shortest of the bunch, with ruddy cheeks and a huge smile, stopped the two of us before we could leave the room.  “Ronald, aren’t you going to introduce us?  I’m his mum.  You can call me Mrs. Weasley.  You must be tired from the trip here, y/n, dear.  Come sit down and have some tea.”

     Ignoring Ron’s protests (much to my amusement), she practically dragged me over to a table in the kitchen, sat me down, and bustled away to brew a fresh cup of tea, leaving him to take my trunk upstairs.  I took the time to look around the room.  Their kitchen was very different than my own.  The dishes were doing themselves in the sink, the cupboards were overflowing with nick-knacks, and they had an amazing garden just in sight through a window in the corner.  The best thing in the room, however, was a very strange grandfather clock that didn’t seem to tell the time.

     When I finally returned my gaze to the table, I jumped because I wasn’t alone anymore.  Two identical boys that looked very much like Ron but with more hair had taken the seats across from me.

     “So,” one said with a smirk, “You must be Ron’s girlfriend.”

     I nodded shyly and blushed a bit.

     “You know he’s never had a girlfriend before?” The other added, “You’d best be gentle with him.  He’s a very sensitive boy.”

     “Yeah, he still sleeps with a stuffed animal.  He’s very sensitive about his lack of Quidditch skills.  He’s terrified of spiders.  Oh, and if you mention his - “

     Ron burst into the room, blushing a furious red.  “Fred!  George!  Stop lying to y/n!”

     “They weren’t lies,” the boys said in unison.

     From across the room, Mrs. Weasley said, “Fred, George, leave your brother alone!”

     The one on the left winked at me and said, “I’m Fred.  That’s my brother, George.  It was a pleasure to meet you, y/n.”

     Without another word, the two of them left, and Ron took one of their empty seats, still blushing.  “I can’t believe they said that!  I hate Fred and George sometimes!  And they play the worst pranks - you might want to watch out after they get used to you.”

     I laughed.  “Weren’t they the ones who invented the Skiving Snackboxes?  I thought they looked familiar.”

     Ron just rolled his eyes.

     Mrs. Weasley returned to the table with two steaming mugs of tea, which Ron and I happily accepted.  “Ron, have you seen Ginny?” Mrs. Weasley asked, “I think she and y/n would really get along.”

     Ron started to mumble something in response when a redheaded girl walked in to the kitchen.  “Mum, did you say my name?”

     Mrs. Weasley smiled and said, “y/n, this is Ginny.  She is a year younger than Ron and you in school.”

     The girl, who was quite pretty, smiled at me, stole Ron’s cup of tea from right in front of him, and took a big sip of it.  “It’s lovely to finally meet you.  Ron’s been talking about you nonstop.“

     Ron blushed yet again and attempted to snatch back his mug of tea.

     “It’s great to meet you as well,” I said quietly.

     “Hopefully I can get to know you better over the next few weeks,” said Ginny.  “If you ever want to play Quidditch, just let me know.”

     I smiled gratefully at her.  She nodded and left the room, still carrying Ron’s tea.  He looked like he wanted to protest, but he just let her go.

     “It’s okay,” I giggled, “We can share mine.”

     I handed him my mug and he took a sip.  After Mrs. Weasley left the kitchen, I said, “Your family seems really nice.”

     “Yeah, right,” Ron snorted.  “They’re so embarrassing.”

     “No, they’re funny.  And besides, you guys are adorable.”

     Ron scowled.  “You haven’t even met my dad yet.  And I have three brothers that aren’t home right now.”

     “I’m sure they’re wonderful.  It must run in the family.”

     Ron allowed himself a small smile at that comment.  I laughed, kissed him lightly, and said, “Thank you again for inviting me.  It’s going to be an amazing summer.”

Ah, bump a title.

AN: I tried. Soulmate AU are just so damn sad…I tried to lift it.

Pairing: SasuHina

Prompt:I skipped like four cycles of reincarnation and I know you’re pissed at me for leaving you all those lifetimes but it wasn’t my fault please please will you take me back


He looked down at the red wine stain on his only white collar shirt with mild horror. Onyx eyes lifted to the crazed woman in front of him. Her friends had their mouths to the ground. Never had they witnessed this petite woman act in such a way.

“Hinata, you can’t do that!” The one with pink hair said.

“What did he do,” asked the one with blue eyes.

“Hinata, talk to us? Come on,” said the woman with two buns on her head. She was holding the shortest woman by the arm. “Do we need to kick his ass?”

Hinata’s eyebrows just lowered over heated opal eyes. Her whole character change once he tapped her shoulder. They didn’t know what to do. He was very handsome! She was in a good mood! What happened?

She huffed. Sasuke pocketed his hands and shrugged. “My bad.”

“Your bad?” Hinata whispered. In her rage, she shrugged Tenten’s hand off and stepped up to him. She raised her hand to his face. Everyone thought she was going to slap him and she probably should have. No. It must have seemed weird for her to be caressing some random guy right after throwing a drink on him.

His eyelid fell a bit. He missed how soft she was. “I missed you,” his larger hand rested on hers.

He wasn’t random. He happened to be her soulmate. Yes, her boyfriend for over eleven centuries. They got married a few times but ended up dying much sooner every time. Life’s joke. ‘To Death Do We Part’ sort of deal. Probably shouldn’t have made that one deal with that one witch…

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anonymous asked:

Can you do the guys of KBTBB reaction to when they find out MC can belly dance?

Here you are, Anon!

Thank you to the wonderful i-amwhat-iam for helping me come up with ideas for some of our lovely men. :)

Mitsunari Baba

She had had a few too many drinks that night and was showcasing her skills. Baba had brought home a couple bottles of expensive champagne to celebrate a job well done and Kira had her share of the bubbly drink. Now she stood in the middle of the living room, her body moving seductively to the music in her head.

“I didn’t know you could belly dance,” Baba said with a laugh.

“I took some classes with a friend when I was in college. Anyone can do it!” Without any warning Kira grabbed onto Baba’s hand and gave it a pull, trying to pull him away from the couch. “I can teach you too!”

Ota Kisaki

“Koro, do you know where the—” Ota stopped as he walked into the bedroom, his eyes falling on his girlfriend. “What are you doing?”

Kira’s hand froze, a towel hanging from it, and stared at him with wide eyes. She had been hoping to make it out of the house without him seeing her. “Ah, nothing.” She quickly shoved the rest of her belongings into the gym bag.

“Are you going somewhere? When were you going to tell me?” Ota came forward, a slight pout on his lips. Once he got to her side, he looked into the bag. Reaching in, he pulled out a sports bra.

Kira blushed as he raised an eyebrow. “I’m going to class.”

“What kind of class?”

“Belly dancing,” she whispered, her face growing even hotter.

Ota’s eyes grew wide. “Are you doing this to surprise me, Koro?”

Kira vigorously shook her head. “O-of course not! It’s just really good exercise!”

Soryu Oh

Kira’s eyes never left the screen as she moved her body. It was the last video of the collection, the master level. Her breathing came out in hard bursts and sweat made her skin sparkle. The burn in her muscles felt amazing. Moving her hips to the music, her full attention was on dancing and she never heard the front door open.

“What are you doing?”

Kira let out a yelp and spun around, finding Soryu standing in the doorway. “I-I as just practicing…”

Trailing his eyes over her revealing outfit, the mobster began to blush deep red. “Make sure you look the door next time…” he mumbled before turning around and leaving again.

Eisuke Ichinomiya

It was a business dinner and she was the last person he had expected to see there. When the dancers first came out, the conversation came to a halt and all eyes moved to the women. They were beautiful and definitely knew the proper way to draw a man’s attention.

Eisuke’s eyes travelled over the body of the shortest woman, a body he knew very well. Meeting her surprised gaze, his eyes grew wide and then narrowed. “Gentlemen, if you’ll excuse me…” Eisuke stood abruptly and throw his suit jacket over the young woman’s revealed body before grabbing her arm and dragging her from the private dining room.

“What are you doing here?” he hissed.

Kira’s eyes were downcast as she pulled the jacket tighter around her. “I needed some extra money so I thought ‘why not?’”

Eisuke glared at her. “Why would you need extra money?”

“I’m sick of you paying for everything. I’m a grown woman and I can take care of myself. The restaurant was hiring and I took the job.”

“You are to quit immediately. Do you understand?”

Mamoru Kishi

“If you go to work, I’ll have a reward for you when you come back.” The words had been said with a sigh and Kira found herself sighing again.

Lively music played on the stereo and she stood ready in the middle of the room. The clock read 5:43. Mamoru would be home in just a few more seconds.

Click. The sound of the door opening caught her attention. That was her cue. Kira began to rock her body back and forth, ready to put on a good show for her boyfriend. Looking at Mamoru with lowered lids, Kira saw that he stood at the door with his jaw hanging open.

“Damn, Sweetheart. Maybe I’ll go to work more often.”

Omg, Eisuke’s makes MC sound like she works in a strip club. It’s actually a Middle Eastern style restaurant that has belly dancers for entertainment haha.

More headcanons


Jyoti Amge celebrated her 18th birthday on Dec. 16, but a bigger milestone took place that day: She was named the world’s shortest woman by Guinness World Records.

The India woman stands 24.7 inches (62.8 centimeters) tall - shorter than the average two-year-old. As she celebrated her birthday in her hometown of Nagpur, Amge also participated in a ceremony where Guinness representatives awarded her with the new title.