so a little something at least

wearerobin90 replied to your post I want our Barry to smack Criminal!Barry for…

Yeah, well I want our Iris to have some fun flirting with another Barry. How many Iris’s has our Barry gotten? at least 2. Let our Iris be a little into Criminal Barry.

Barry: “Are you KIDDING me, Iris?!”

“You’re seriously mad because I think he’s hot?” Iris retaliates. “He has your face, Barry!” 

“May I remind you that he’s the bad guy and I’m your husband. You’re supposed to be rooting for me.” 

Iris: *throws her hands up in the air* MAYBE IF YOU WORE SOMETHING OTHER THAN THAT DAMN PLAID SHIRT I WOULDN’T BE SO SMITTEN WHEN AN EVIL YOU ROCKS A LEATHER JACKET

Highly similar but a little different, such a pair
That they met in this way could also be some kind of fate
Having stopped a bit, is having a chat 
Something we can go do here as well? With the two of us

(pricecheck’s translation of south north story,since that song came to mind a lot while drawing this)

BUT UH. Protokai and Rin have been on the mind again, too

So I drew Protorin and current Rin together, in the same outfit. Since that old outfit was around proto-times.

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October 16: Tell us about the most surprising helping hand you’ve ever received.

There are two surprising helping hands I’ve received in my life. One came from a woman named Paulette, who I met in Charlotte in 2012. I had recently arrived in the U.S., and because it was the first time I was there as an adult, I had no ID besides my passport. Getting an ID was the first thing I did, but I had to wait at least 15 days to receive it over the mail. I was short on money, so I started to look for a job and gave little thought to my documents. I knew I was not illegal, and I could easily speak the language, so I wasn’t too afraid.

I remember I arrived in this agency that I thought was a day care or something like that. It was a lot more than a day care, by the way, but I don’t want to enter into too many details. The thing is the owner received me and gave me the chance of an interview and a test. I performed well in both and she gave me an office job, just like that. I explained to her I was born in the U.S. but raised in another country, and she believed me and gave me enough time to present my ID. I started working there 8 days after I arrived in the U.S.

Paulette was always kind to me. I went back to my country later that year but returned to the U.S. in 2013. She offered me an even better position that second time, and I took it gladly. We’re still in touch even though I haven’t seen her for 5 years. She’s one of the most inspiring women I’ve ever met, and that’s why there’s a special place in my heart for her.  

The other surprising helping hand I received came from my angel, Kate. I was in a really bad place this time last year. A little after my birthday, I posted something that was basically a cry for help. I had touched bottom and was in the middle of an extreme emotional turmoil. Kate read my post and, even though I was just a stranger on the Internet, she messaged me. She sent me 3 long messages where she tried to show me the things we had in common so I would want to answer. I remember she asked me if I wanted to make a friend, and I was so depressed that if she hadn’t shown honest caring through her messages, I’m sure I wouldn’t have responded.

I was not expecting a “stranger” to become so important in my life and to have the impact she’s had. My life right now is as different as it can possibly be from the life I had last year, and all that is thanks to Kate. She came to me when I needed her the most, and that’s something I’ll be forever grateful.  

“These are some of the tarts I came up with for your big day! So I hope You like them!”

“The Berry Tart has Blueberries, Raspberrys, and Strawberries. And a little cherry.”

“The Peach Tart is made out of peaches obviously, and I’m still thinking of what I can put in in it to give it a kick…., mabye you or Asriel could suggest something! The choice is up to you.”

“This one is my personal favorite, The Rose Tart. Its just a dragon fruit mixture with a few roses on top, so it’s safe to eat, don’t worry!”

“And last but not least, the Pecan Tart. Its a mixture of choclate and cinnamon and has Pecans on the top! A perfect fall treat!”

“So Miss Kitty, I hope you find these to your liking! Let me know if anyone you know is allergic to any of these tarts, I’ll change it!”

@jordanthecat11 & @paimania ( Can’t wait for the wedding!!!!!)

anonymous asked:

How would be the first Reaction of Yasuo when Taliyah tells him that she has a BF?

WELL. I think he would be happy for her.

Despite the memes it’s not like he puts himself as her father, or at least I can’t see him thinking that way, so I wouldn’t think he would pry too much or object to it, unless there is something really bad about the person she is with.

TL;DR, A friendly tap in the head, ‘I wish you happiness, little bird’ andddd moving on.

Just pointing out that every time Hux disagrees with Ren there’s a fifty-fifty chance Ren will either Force choke him or introduce his face to the nearest wall.

Every time Rey disagrees with him- up to and including literally screaming insults in his face- he responds with patience and tolerates what she says until she calms down and he can agree or disagree with her and explain why.

If you think my son Kylo Ren would EVER RAISE A FINGER TO REY you need to actually watch these movies.  The only time she has ever been in any danger from him is in the context of war. 

Happy Best Month, my spooky babies. 🍂🍁

October is gonna be a little nuts for me, but I vow to cram as much Iowa shenanigans as I can into the season. 

anonymous asked:

I love you art so much. Also I was wondering if we could see some KOBB RiD if you want of course ❤️

Waiting

Draco was tired of waiting.

He came to the conclusion that waiting was the biggest waste one could do with their life.

And he had wasted a lot of his life already.

He had waited for his father to acknowledge him, to show him he was proud of his son.

He had waited for his mother to stand up to his father, whenever he had talked her down, whenever he had treated her like less than his wife.

He had waited for his friends to come to his rescue when he had needed them most, to save him from himself.

And he had waited for the stupid prat to notice him. Really notice him. To look beyond the petty insults and his sneering.

For years Draco had been waiting.

He had waited in vain. But not anymore.

Draco was sick of waiting.

What had he even waited for? For him to come to the right conclusion, when Draco hid his true intentions so well? For him to realise what was really going on?

He probably would have to wait forever.

No. He would have to take matters into his own hands. And whyever should he not?

Yes, it was time to act.

Draco focused on the mop of black hair across the Great Hall.

He was sick of waiting.

He got up, marched over to the Gryffindor table and grabbed Potter by his robes. Without waiting for his reaction, Draco started dragging him out of his seat.

There was a yelp and shouts of protest, but Draco didn’t care.

He was so sick of waiting.

“Malfoy, what are you doing?” Potter shouted, shoving at Draco’s hands.

Draco ignored him and dragged him out of the Great Hall.

He could hear Weasley and Granger shout something at him. He heard footsteps behind him, indicating that several people were following him. Potter was still trying to get out of his grip.

Draco had wanted to find a more secluded place to do what he wanted to do next, but when the shouts behind him only got louder, he turned around and glared at them.

“You want to watch? FINE! I don’t even care anymore!”

He tightened his grip on Potter’s robes as he pulled him towards him forcefully.

Because he was so tired of waiting.

His mouth crashed with Potter’s and suddenly everything went silent.

Draco had thought it would be rougher, that Potter would try to fight him more. Apparently he was just shocked. He stiffened as Draco moved his lips against the other boy’s. He buried his hands in his hair like he had dreamed of so many times.

He had waited for this so long. This was it.

Or was it?

Draco suddenly noticed Potter moving and braced himself to be pushed away at any second. Instead, tentative fingers curled around his hips to pull him closer.

Draco was sure there were gasps and murmuring, but he didn’t hear any of it.

His whole mind, his whole body was so consumed by Potter. Potter, who was kissing him back.

Yes. This was what he had been waiting for all this time.

If only he had stopped waiting sooner.

Clarke showing Lexa the internet for the first time:

Lexa: You mean, I can purchase my candles online? I can check if winter candy apple is in stock?  WITHOUT having to go ALL the way down there?

Clarke:  Yes but Lexa, there are much more important things than-

Lexa: AND I CAN GET UPDATES ON WHEN THERE ARE NEW FRAGRANCES IN STOCK?!

Clarke: Yes but you can let Indra and the others know when you-

Lexa: OH MY GOD CLARKE, THIS IS IT. YOU WERE RIGHT. LIFE IS ABOUT MORE THAN JUST SURVIVING. I AM ALIVE.

Clarke: Lexa oh my god listen to me, you can literally contact people-

Lexa: HOLY SHIT CINNAMON BONBON SUNRISE FUCK MY LIFE TITUS GET ME A HORSE

Titus: Heda, Wanheda is right. You could really use this to your advant-

Lexa: THEY’RE IN STOCK TITUS WE MUST MOVE NOW BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE CLARKE GET MY SASH I’M GOING

Clarke: LEXA LISTEN TO ME PLEASE. DO YOU KNOW WHAT KIND OF POWER YOU WILL HAVE IF YOU JUST-

Lexa: OH MY GOD CLARKE WHAT IS A YOUTUBE? THERE ARE PEOPLE SITTING IN FRONT OF CAMERAS CLARKE CAN I DO THIS TOO? I WISH TO MAKE VIDEOS ABOUT MY CANDLES CLARKE

Clarke: Oh my fuck. The Internet can allow you to see when Ontari is-

Lexa: HOLY SHIT THIS VIDEO SAYS ‘HOW TO MAKE YOUR OWN CANDLE FRAGRANCE’ CLARKE WHAT IS THIS IS IT TRUE?

Clarke: *sigh* Titus, please?-

Lexa: WHHAAATT IS BUILDACANDLE.COM CLARKE? I CAN’T BELIEVE IT CLARKE. YOU CAN COMBINE FRAGRANCES CLARKE. I CAN MAKE A CINNAMON WINTER CANDY APPLE BONBON GINGERBREAD SUNRISE CLARKE.

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Well yeah, Wendy would be the least suspected one of the bunch, that’s for sure

I swear I’m never wasting so much time on stupid comics again. Out of all the asks I could’ve used, I chose this one. Someone shoot me please .+:。(ノ・ω・’ )ノ゙

bonus:

how do you expect anyone to suspect her

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you can’t stop me lovin’ myself

“Lena, you will not believe what Mon-el just said to me,” Kara fumed as she barged into Lena’s dorm room.

“Kara, I could have been changing,” Lena said mildly, taking off her glasses and putting a big textbook aside. “I could’ve had someone over.”

Kara took a break from her fury to note how entirely adorable Lena looked like this, sloppy and studious and comfortable. “That’s never happened before,” she pointed out unthinkingly.

Lena visibly bristled. “It could happen, you don’t know,” she muttered.

“I’m sorry, you’re totally right, I should’ve texted, I know, but, this just keeps happening to me and I really wanted to see you,” Kara explained in a rush.

“Slow down,” Lena said, purposely calm. “What keeps happening?”

Kara gestured indistinctly with her hands. “These—these guys that I thought were my friends wanting to—wanting something else from me!”

“Get in here.” Lena reached out to her until Kara took a few more steps into her room. “Mon-el said something to you?”

Kara nodded.

“Kara, I need you to be honest with me, and I swear to god if you act all coy, ‘aw shucks it’s no biggie’ I will leave my own room,” Lena said very seriously. “Is he—is anyone making you feel unsafe?”

Lena’s shoulders were tight, fists tucked in her lap, jaw visibly struggling not to clench. She looked absolutely ready to grab a man by the front of his tacky nylon jacket and throw down. And Kara knew for a fact that Lena Luthor had never thrown a punch in her life, got winded climbing a single flight of stairs, had in fact weaseled her way into a P.E. exemption in high school, but—alien constitution or no—Kara was pretty sure she’d never felt this well protected in her life.

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Listen To Your Heart| Werewolf AU | Shawn Mendes Fic

A/N: This fic features Shawn Mendes and Noah Centineo but is still a Shawn Mendes Fic. 

Summary: Under pressure to join a pack after starting college, you meet Shawn and Noah, two alphas in the same pack and your life is about to change.

Word Count: 11.5k

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Your first month at Buckley University is when you first noticed Shawn. He was in the cafeteria with friends, they were laughing, yelling, just being very loud. You couldn’t help but look up to where the noise was coming from and see him, quiet, smiling softly as the people around him carried on excitedly. He is tall, fit, gorgeous…an absolute dream.

“Are you staring at Shawn?” your roommate asks, looking up from her lunch to where you’re ogling the guy across the room. “He’s one of the alphas of my boyfriend’s pack.”

“Shawn huh?” You snort. Such a soft name for an alpha. You look away, you didn’t want anything to do with an alpha, not after you and your best friend Katie ended up amid a pack fight and she got badly hurt. You pack up your books the second Shawn looks over. You can feel his eyes on you as you exit the cafeteria but you don’t dare look back.

From that day on, you start to see Shawn everywhere. It’s like you can’t escape him and frankly it’s kind of annoying. He never directly approaches you, never does more than stare at you from a distance. It’s weird. After a few weeks something finally happened. It’s the day you passed him in the hall on your way out of a lecture hall for your English class and he “accidentally” bumped into you while walking with some of his friends. “Accidentally” meaning he pretty much shoulder checked you so you’d notice him, at least that’s how it seemed anyway. You immediately apologized out of habit as soon as it happened, and he turned and gave you a soft little smile with a wave. As if he hadn’t done it on purpose. What was his angle? Were you just looking to far into it? Maybe it really was an accident. 

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Original Shield Run Version: [x]

bumbleberry berceuse | un

➛ pairing: namjoon x reader
➛ genre: tengu au, forest/mountain deity au, fluff
➛ words: 11.6k+
➛ rating: sfw
➛ warnings: injuries but otherwise nothing too alarming
➛ notes: a very very belated birthday fic for our beloved namjoon!! i can’t seem to stop myself from writing him as soft i–

Stumbling upon a winged man in the forest in dire need of help wasn’t exactly how you envisioned putting your freshly graduated veterinary skills to use, but the decision to help the handsome man was one you most certainly didn’t regret.

posted; 30.09.2018

Originally posted by ariescults

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If someone had asked you a month ago, what would you be doing not even a week after your graduation, you probably would have told them you’d be lying in bed, sleeping off the stress that had accumulated in your body after your five long years of study.

As it happened, that wasn’t how things quite turned out at all.

Instead of snoozing away in the comfort of your large queen-sized bed, encompassed in your fluffy blanket and embraced by the abundance of pillows you’d gathered over the years, you were here— hiking through a forest in a place you’d never been to or even heard of before, with only your classmates for company. Well, those classmates were your friends, but right now you weren’t happy with them – going for a full day hike your first day in a new place wasn’t your idea of fun or destressing.

You didn’t really know the where you were very well—it was some remote island that one of your closer friends in the group, Yeri, had been raving about wanting to visit for months. You and a small handful of others had graduated in the same cohort for your degree and agreed that you should celebrate after your years of hard work finally came to an end. You’d thought they’d meant getting blackout drunk and gorging yourselves on sweet pastries and treats; apparently, they meant a three-week holiday to some island in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere. You knew something was up when they’d come to pick you up and not one of them had a bag full of alcohol—you should have trusted your instincts and shut the door on their face.

You sighed. Ah, if only you had. Perhaps then you wouldn’t be three more smacks to the face from wayward branches away from unleashing all the complaints that had built up within you throughout the day.

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