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Master sleuths + magnifying glasses

Same Dynamic Couples Headcanons

-Omega couples arguing somewhat often but never having really serious fights because as soon as one of them realizes that the other is really upset, they shift into mothering mode and immediately start trying to make their mate feel better

-When Alpha couples argue it’s always a very loud and intimidating thing where they are both trying to make the other submit to them and most of the time it ends with the winner of the argument fucking and marking up the other because they feel the need to completely assert their dominance

-Beta couples arguing less than other same dynamic couples because they generally share a very close bond and find it difficult to do or say anything that could harm that bond

-Omega couples being insanely cuddly all the time and often enjoying cuddles just much as they enjoy sex, if not a little more so

-Male Omega couples always alternating on who gets to top, unless the couple has clear preferences on who takes on which role

-Alpha couples most often low-key arguing about who gets to top, wrestling around as a form of foreplay until one has the other pinned and impatient enough to agree to bottom

-Cute little Omega couples sharing all their clothes and often purposefully wearing each other’s sweaters just to stay close to their mate’s scent when they are apart

-Omega couples doing each others hair and makeup and filing each other’s nails and being so content to be able to tend to each other even in simple ways

-One Alpha getting sick and being too proud and stubborn to willingly allow another Alpha to take care of them, but their mate is also too stubborn to just allow them to suffer alone so they try to take care of them anyway. Attempting to feed them soup and impatiently trying to sweet talk them into taking their medicine because they know they can’t demand it without their sick mate becoming more resistant. And despite how frustrating they know it is for their mate to not allow them to care for them, they will be just as difficult when they inevitably get sick as well and it’s the others turn to play nurse

-Beta couples that enjoy people watching in crowded places and using their heightened sense of smell to try and figure out what people are feeling and then making up funny stories about them to make each other laugh

-An Omega couple hanging out with an Alpha couple and the Alphas low-key keeping an out to make sure no other Alphas try bothering their friends, and the Omegas knowing that their presence will keep other Omegas from approaching and flirting with the Alphas and making everyone uncomfortable. So it’s a really beneficial friendship for everyone involved

-When one Alpha is in rut the other willingly takes on the submissive role because despite having the urge to be the dominant one, they know exactly what the other is going through and they want to make things as easy for their mate as possible

-A kinky Omega couple whose heats have synced up so they hire an Alpha from an agency to “assist” them during their heat and happily take turns watching the other be fucked and knotted

..Why does my Darkiplier picture have like 4000+ notes on it?



…thank you for making my day though <3

the moral of the story is that matsuhanas are a terrible influence


tumblr is not doing good things for me. well, that’s a lie. I’ve talked to some wonderful people and made some lovely friends. I’ve learned a lot and laughed a lot…..but the cons outweigh the pros. to me and my adhd, tumblr is basically crack. completely addicting. it’s interfering with my life and I’m not getting stuff done. being surrounded by posts about mental illness and discrimination in the lgbtq community and politics and stuff like that….is exhausting really, especially for someone with mental illnesses and disabilities like me. I guess what I’m trying to say is that adhd (and anemia cause that’s a way bigger problem than most people think) is a huge force in my life right now, and I need to save my spoons and take care of my self. I can’t lie on my bed and hyper focus on my phone for hours everyday anymore. so I’m taking a break. or at least a partial break. I’m mainly on mobile, so I’m deleting this damn app as soon as I finish this post and I’m gonna go do my makeup and go have some fun with my friends. I’m not staying home tonight, not again. I’m not missing out on life because my energy has all been drained reading negative posts on the Internet. I’ll keep up my queue and talk to my mutuals on my laptop, but I’m turning off my asks. (however submissions will stay open and will be greatly appreciated in order to keep my queue up) if I unfollow you, please don’t take it personally, I just need to keep myself from getting distracted and I need a dash that is free from shitposts and discourse. anyways. thank you for being such amazing, caring, understanding, patient and beautiful followers. and thank you for putting up with lil ‘ole me and my disabled ass. maybe when I get better I’ll be more active again.
xoxo, lots o love,


he was weak and foolish 

                                          like his father

                                                                        so I d e s t r o y e d him

anonymous asked:

Okay but Junkrats S/O teaching him how to waltz

I’m not sure why but I instantly thought back to Team Fortress and Spy trying to teach Scout how to woo Ms. Pauling– 


“Sorry, sorry” Yet another apologetic laugh came from the Australian man right after he stepped on your toes for the nth time. His eyes shifted from your feet to your face every now and then, making sure that his steps are in time with yours. He has to admit, as fancy as waltzing looked like, he sure didn’t expect it to involve this much apologies and trip-ups. 

With smile on your face you shook your head letting him know that you’re fine even though you knew your toes would hurt for a while after this. “You’ll get a hang of it soon.” You reassured him, the sharp nod confirmed his determination. 

Unfortunately after a while he let go of your waist and hand, taking a step back after he realised that your rhythm flattered for a second indicating that it’s getting slightly painful for you to go on. “How ‘bout takin’ break, yeah?” He suggested.

“Sure, I guess a short break won’t hu–.” 

“A’ight, see ya later then, mate!” Without letting you finish your sentence he waved a goodbye and walked out the door.


A few days passed since your attempt of teaching Jamison how to waltz and, you have to admit, the way he ditched you kind of hurt but you didn’t let it get to you. What did get to you however was how the said man seemed to avoid you for the next few days afterwards. 

At first you didn’t think much of it and instead just assumed that he’s embarrassed about the whole thing, but as the time went by it became more clear how out of character he’s acting around you. Of course, you tried to approach him on several occasions but he always somehow managed to get away from you, quickly throwing an explanation that he has something do to, or that he’s busy with something so he can’t talk. Sometimes he even laughed nervously and slipped past you before you had the time to speak. 

Even others let you know that they didn’t know what was going on with him.

Not today though.Today was going to be the day where you’ll approach the junker and demand an explanation. The determination was real. 

Walking into the main hall you quickly spotted Roadhog who motioned towards the hall as soon as you walked up to him - it was fairly obvious who you were looking for. With a nod of your head you turned on the back of your heel and headed back down the hall, not stopping in front of the training room’s doors and marching up to Junkrat straight away. 

“All right you have nowhere to run away now, Jamison, explain yourse–” Words died in your throat when you realised what he’s wearing; looking him up and down, eyebrow raising in extreme confusion. You tried to form a question but eventually it all came down to one: “What?” 

Your ears soon picked up the music, eyes shifting to the source of the sound to find Mercy standing near an old looking gramophone, giving you a small happy grin and a double thumbs up. She wasn’t the only thing that added onto your confusion - in fact the whole room was redecorated so that it no longer even remotely looked like a training room. It now looked like a danc–

“Soooo, (y/n),” Trying not to laugh Junkrat walked up to you, extending his right hand towards you with a wide grin. The black suit fit his frame perfectly, the red tie loosely - but still nicely - around his neck complimented his eyes. 

“Can I have this dance?”

EHEHEHEHEHHEHE now @digeridoodler and my charisk together is just… dangerous OvO
so many smol goats ; w;
@hatsuki-chii94 called them brownies family or family brownies? i don’t remember xD
they looks tasty tho  ( ͡o ͜ʖ ͡o)  jk
because of colors ; w; lol


finding the monster like: ♥


In case you missed the original post, here’s what’s going on.  

And here are all the other stories so far!

ARRRGGHHH!!!! It’s finished, I did it woohoo!!!

I hope you guys enjoyed it :) Sorry the last few stories were a little later than expected.  I’ve had a wonderful vacation writing for so many different ships, most of which I’ve never done before, but honestly?  It was so lovely to come home to my darling Harry and Draco <3

I changed my mind about this fic a few times, and in the end, I went from the heart.  When it doubt, get out the feels :D

1.8K words, no smut.  Picture set by me, though I don’t own the images.  Featuring Sean O’Pry and Harry, and Boyd Holbrook as Draco.  

Tagging @ourloveislegendrarry@drarrygram@goldentruth813@oh-my-drarry@talkdrarrytome@elsa-the-snowbitch@trainingfortheballet-potter@27snowflakes@mangoapplepie@madoneworld@parseltonquinq@sprout2012@raykkenoha@the-green-quaffle@hurricanes-chasing@draconianpotterhead@icanhelpyouthere@a-eliz@gloster@teambucky@diydrarry@indigoprinceofslytherin@lamerrill92​ 


And A Partridge In A Pear Tree

  Harry wasn’t sure why he still did this to himself.  

  Year after year he came back.  It wasn’t that he did or didn’t want to, it was that he couldn’t not.  Not since that first time with Hermione in the snow, realising it was Christmas Eve as they stood in the square in Godric’s Hollow, staring at the monument built to Harry and his parents.

  Every year he came.  And every year it seemed a little colder.

  He knew come morning he would find himself at the Burrow, almost suffocating with happy cries of love and family as the extended Weasleys made him even more welcome than they did the rest of the year.  He knew he would be hugged and fed and teased, and he would be surrounded by nothing but life.

  He wasn’t sure if that was part of the bribe.  Of why allowed himself to come and stand alone on the night of the 24th, and lose himself for a while in his grief.

  He liked to think his parents were watching him all the time (well…maybe not all the time, he’d rather his mother not see him in the shower).  But in moments like this, where he reached out to them, he hoped they saw, and that it made them happy.  He hoped Sirius was there too, maybe with Remus and Tonks.  He hoped they had each other.  

  He took a shuddery breath as a cold tear slid down his face.  He never cried for them anymore, not in many years.  As the wounds from the war and the final battle healed Harry had vowed to live his life fully, honour the dead by celebrating the here and now.  But on Christmas Eve, he let himself be just a little sad.

  “I miss you,” he said quietly.  He knew he’d never really known his mum and dad enough to miss them, but he felt like he had through Sirius and Remus.  But them he did miss, deeply, along with Tonks, and Fred Weasley, and his beloved Hedwig…

  Another tear slipped down his cheek and he let a small sob rattle his chest. He wished he didn’t feel like he had to do this to himself, but there seemed no other way to get through Christmas Day and all its joy without succumbing to the guilt if he didn’t.  The only way he allowed himself that happiness was if he remembered those who had sacrificed themselves for him to be there in the first place.  He got to have a Christmas, because so many others no longer could.

  In the early years he had also visited his parents’ graves as well, but that had proven to be too much.  He needed the warm glow of the street lights, the chatter of passers-by, the rumble of traffic, otherwise, his thoughts drifted too far into the darkness.

  It was late now though, so most of the Muggles had headed home to prepare for the excitement of the morning.  Not that they paid much mind to the young man stood vigil at what they thought to be a water fountain.  

  If any wizards or witches had ever seen him over the years, they had mercifully let him be.

  Until now.

  “I understand if you want to be alone,” the voice said softly beside him.

  Harry didn’t react visibly.  Part of him wasn’t surprised, but a part of him jumped internally with several different emotions.  He was both surprised and not, scared and happy, resistant and welcoming.

  No one had ever acknowledged his little ritual, despite knowing full well about it. He smiled to himself though as he turned to his new companion.  Because if anyone was going to ignore Harry’s unspoken request, of course it was going to be Draco Malfoy.

  “Hi,” Draco said gently, a smile tugging at his lips.  “I hope you don’t mind, but, Hermione explained what you were doing – what you do every year apparently.”

  Harry sighed as the wind ruffled both their hair.  “And you thought you’d come and talk some sense to me?” he asked ruefully. He knew someone should, it had been a long time coming after all.

  But Draco shook his head.  “No,” he said, looking back up at the stone-carved baby Harry.  “I came to keep you company.”

  Snow was gathering on the Potters’ heads, and Harry shivered in his coat.  Draco huffed at this, and discreetly flicked his wand, enveloping them both in a warming charm.  

  Harry managed a smile.  “Thank you,” he said genuinely.  

  They stood a while in comfortable silence, looking up at the monument.  Harry had always firmly believed this was something he wanted to do by himself, that it was his burden to bear alone.  But he couldn’t help but admit that it was nice to have Draco with him now, as strange as that might seem.

  They weren’t the same two boys they were during the war.  Those boys had both been pushed by greater powers than they understood to play parts they couldn’t comprehend, and after the dust had settled, a surprising bond had crept between them.  They were both survivors, and all the petty reasons they had fought in the past had slowly melted away until Harry realised one day that he actually cared quite deeply for his former rival.  

  “Thank you,” he said again.

  Draco, ever the smart arse, gave him a fond little smirk.  “I’m just standing here, Potter,” he said, but the words were warm. “Not all that difficult.”

  “You know what I mean,” Harry said, rolling his eyes.  “Prat.”

  Draco nudged his shoulder with his own, and Harry found himself leaning in closer.  “Do you talk to them?” Draco asked in a voice so small it almost got lost in the snowflakes drifting to the ground.  

  Harry swallowed and inhaled slowly.  “Sometimes,” he said.  “There’s not really much new to say.”

  He felt the gloved hand slip into his own, and he stilled in shock and fear.  “Nonsense,” said Draco as if this was perfectly normal behaviour.  “I’m sure they’d love to know how brilliantly you’ve been doing at work.  Did you know that Mr and Mrs Potter?  He got another promotion.  He’s going to be Head Auror before you know it.”

  Harry laughed, it was small and incredulous, but there was a tiny amount of delight mixed in there too.  “I think that’s getting a little ahead isn’t it?” he said to Draco, who only glanced at him as he focused on the statues of his parents cradling the infant version himself.  

  “Nah,” said Draco grinning.  “You’re just being modest – he’s so modest Lily,” he said scornfully to Harry’s mum. “James – you’ll be thrilled to know he’s still beating me at Quidditch every chance he gets – his team trounced us at the inter-department tournament this year.”

  “You bet I did,” Harry did, squeezing Draco’s hand through their gloves, still not believing he was being allowed to do so.  More than that though, he couldn’t quite believe he was smiling, that the cold tears were drying on his cheeks.  “I love seeing that look on your face when I catch the snitch.”

  “I let you catch it,” said Draco.  “I love seeing the look on your face when you win.”

  They were staring at each now, and Harry wasn’t sure whether Draco was joking.  He didn’t really sound like he was.  “Oh,” he said nervously.  

  Draco seemed nervous too, but a little smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.  “Don’t your parents know how lovable you are?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as his voice wavered ever so slightly.  “Do they know how the room lights up when you enter? Do they know how you go out of your way to make people feel good about themselves?  Do they know,” he said, turning and stepping just a little closer. “That there’s no one else in the whole world quite like you?”

  Harry swallowed as the snow swirled around them, settling in the tendrils of Draco’s fine, pale hair, making his silvery eyes sparkle.  “Draco…?” he said, not really knowing what question he was asking.

  Draco bit his lip, and tentatively reached out his free hand to take Harry’s other one. “Hermione said you always do this every year, and you want to be alone.  But I couldn’t stand the thought of you being lonely.  And I realised, I don’t ever want you to feel alone.  I wanted to tell you…to finally tell you…that…”

  He blinked several times, unable to hold Harry’s gaze, instead looking to the flecks of snow resting on their boots.  “Yes?” Harry breathed, heart in his mouth.  

  Draco took a deep breath, and looked back up.  “I wanted to tell you that I’m here.  I’m right here and I don’t want you to be alone, to be lonely.  I want you,” he faltered but clenched his jaw, refusing to give up.  “I want you to be with me.  If that’s what you want.”

  Despite the cold Harry felt like he’d just slipped into a warm bath.  “You want to be with me?” he said, knowing he was just repeating what Draco had said, but it was so wonderful he wanted to hear it again.

  “If you’re going to be sad,” Draco said, grey eyes shining.  “On Christmas Eve, or any time.  I want to be there with you.  I can’t make it go away necessarily, but I’d like to try and make it a little better.  I want to be there for the good and the bad.  I want you…all of you.”

  Harry couldn’t help it as his face split into a grin, his eyes closing as tears of a very different nature sprung from behind his lids, tracing clean lines down his face as he tried to find the words that could possibly do justice to how he was feeling.

  “Yes,” he rasped after far too long, opening his eyes.  “Yes Draco, I want that too.  I want your good and bad, I want all of you too.  You’ve got me, you’ve already got me.”

  Their embrace was more a hurried bundle of scarves and coats, but Harry pressed the side of his face to Draco’s cheek, cold from the wind, and held onto him as if he intended never to let him go, which in a way, he guessed was true.  “You’ve got me,” he mumbled into his neck.

  Slowly, Draco pulled back, just a little, enough to move his face around hesitantly, before leaning carefully in to press their trembling lips together in their first, blissful kiss.  It was chaste to start with, a sweet touching of mouths that held a million promises. But slowly, gently, they began to move, moulding together, tongues slipping out to find their partner, dancing together as Harry finally admitted that he had wanted this for an extremely long time.  

  Eventually they parted, their bodies still pressed against one another as they hugged each other tightly, foreheads resting together under the dim glow of the snowy night.  “You’ve got me,” Harry said in little more than a whisper.  “The good and bad.  You’ve got me.”



Law that’s not how you train dogs at all??

IT CALLS FOR A DOG AU! Veera said like wow imagine this and then I was like hell yeah and ta-daa, I had to draw it. Law is the frustrated owner of this mutt Luffy, give him strength.

Ronnie actually does a tag game :O

tagged by the wonderful @altisetsky, who never tags people, so I feel privileged ;)

rules: answer all the questions, add one of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.

1. Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi (it’s freaking better okay)

2. Disney or DreamWorks: Disney

3. Coffee or Tea: Coffee and cigarettes

4. Books or Movies: Books!!

5. Windows or Mac: Windows?

6. Dc or Marvel: Aren’t they together now anyway??

7. Xbox or Playstation: Nintendo DS

8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect: never played either of those lol

9. Night Owl or Early Riser: Night Gremlin

10. Cards or Chess: Cards

11. Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate

12. Vans or Converse: both is good?

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ who (leaving this from Olivia bc who)

14. Fluff or Angst: I like to build you up then tear you down, fam.

15. Beach or Forest: Beach has sand but forest has bugs and I still love both??

16. Dogs or Cats: Cats

17. Clear skies or Rain: Clear

18. Cooking or Eating Out: I love cooking but also love sushi???

19. Spicy or Mild food: NO SPICE

20. Halloween/Samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: fucking easter ok

21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: a little too cold 

22. If you could have a superpower what would it be: invisibility 

23. Animation or live action: both!!

24. Paragon or renegade: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  who are these now

25. Bath or shower: Bath but only w/lush bath bomb

26. Team cap or team ironman: team black widow

27. Fantasy or sci-fi: fantasy <333

28. Do you have 3 or 4 favorite quotes if so what are they: mate idk

29. YouTube or netflix: Netflix!!

30. Harry Potter or percy jackson: Harry Potter!!

31. When you feel accomplished: when people like my art/writing because validate me

32. Star wars or star trek: neither

33. Paperback books or hardcover books: paperback because they soak up my tears more

34. Fantastic beasts or cursed child: fantastic beasts my homes

35. Rock or pop music: rock I suppose

36. favorite fanfic AU? SOULMATE AUS ARE MY LIFE

and my question:

37. Dawn or dusk?:

I’m not 100% sure who has and hasn’t been tagged so I’m just gonna tag who I don’t think I’ve seen tagged? @fuku-shuu @abrandnewheart @boxwineconfession @otayuri-queen @kingotabek @otayurism @otabek-yuri


Seventeen - 아주 NICE Performance Compilation (ft. the members and their special outfits)

inspired by @vernonchewy‘s amazing Pretty U Compilation !!!


@leurauxe I saw your tags on the delinquent Iwa drawing… and … my hands moved on its own

But srsly tho school prefect oikawa HEAD PREFECT OIKAWA this image will never leave me ever again

anonymous asked:

does the whole thing with fire and cinder helping silver and gray happen but like w/o cinder?? does fire end up with the like sad part cinder had to deal with??? sorry for sending so many asks abt it i just love this au omg....

NO DW this au is blessed imo

THE THING IS silverstream doesnt die in this au!! i still stand by the fact that silverstreams death was stupid af so she doesnt die in this au, but fireheart does help her deliver her kits and becomes sorta like,,, a cat godfather/uncle to stormkit & featherkit!! graystripe also stays in riverclan in this au to be w/ his wife and kids, but he’s extremely close w/ thunderclan still

so silverstream lives and eventually becomes leader of riverclan down the line!! fireheart & sandstorm will also help shelter their kits in thunderclan when tigerstar does his stupid shit