still not sure about bits of it


Request from @beauty-kids: hi! im really in love with your imagines! Can i have one where Draco leaves the manor druing the war to get away from his parents and death eaters for some air, then he meets a girl and her little brother who are homeless from the war and he sneaks her into the manor. He starts liking her and stuffs but then Voldy finds her and her brother making her work for him!

yeah sure! sorry this has been a long time in the works, i’ve still got 24 to work through 😬 I hope you enjoy, this was fun to write :) Thank you for making a request :* I’m sorry if it went a bit off the plot, I didn’t really know how to go about the whole Voldy thing lol I tried my best! But ugh, I’m so sorry for the ending, I had no idea how to end this 

Originally posted by daz-zling-bling

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anonymous asked:

Number 88

“Joe, we need to talk.”

“What about, love?” He asks, his focus on his phone.

I bit my lip, fidgeting slightly. “It’s pretty important. Can you put your phone down for a second?”

“Yeah.” He types out one more message before he lifts his gaze to mine, smiling. “Go ahead.”

“Well, you know how I wasn’t feel-” Joe’s phone beeps, interrupting me.

“Sorry.” He smiles quickly, glancing down at the screen.


“I’m listening. Go ahead.”

“Well, I wasn’t feeling go-”

“Before I forget, are you still up for that dinner this weekend? Dom just emailed.”

“Sure. But can you ple-”

“I just need to reply really quickly. Then I’m all yours.”

“Joe please. I’m tr-”

“The boys also want to know if we want to go out tonight.”

“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!” I finally snap, and Joe drops his phone, looking over at me.

“I’m sor-”

“No. You don’t get to talk any more. I’m speaking.” I shake my head, and he closes his mouth, nodding. “Joe, I’m pregnant.”

That gets his attention.

Some Ridiculous Story

     I killed time.

     Looking back at what I just said, I suppose you could look at it two ways. The first way, pretty simple, people kill time all of the… well, time. Sitting there, doing nothing, wasting the day away. Government work, in other words. The second way, that gets you the funny looks. Time’s a concept, not something you can actually stick a knife in and have bleed all over your nice new suit until it drops off of your shoulder, flails its tendrils about a bit, then becomes perfectly still before it dissolves to nothing.

     Or, so I thought.

     How to explain, how to explain. Hmm. Ok, you and I know each other pretty well by now. Or you just think I’m crazy. I’ll stick with the former? Sure we do. I’ll just say it right out. I see things. things that other people don’t see, or at least, don’t care to see. Supernatural stuff. The capital-S Sight. I don’t see everything, mind you, just random things. Like the fact that each person has their own little time entity sitting on their shoulder, attached to their brain–

     …You do think that I’m crazy. Certifiable. Throw me in a straitjacket and a room with a white padded wall certifiable. I might as well have “CAUTION - INSANE” stamped on my forehead, right?

     Maybe, with everything that’s happened… going to happen… happening? Let’s go with happening. Easier that way. …Maybe with everything that’s happening, I am crazy.

     Let me explain.

     You just knew that I was going to say that, didn’t you. That fact that you knew, that small spark in your brain that told you “Ugh, he’s going to go on and on about some ridiculous story that I really couldn’t care less about,” that’s a small part of it–

     What do you mean I’ve already told the story…

     Hey, wait a minute. I think I know what happened… No, wait. Don’t handcuff me… I didn’t actually kill anyone! Not a person anyway–

     B-b-body? There’s a body in my apartment, and blood everywhere? Someone captured it on video? No, no, I’m telling you, officer. It wasn’t a person that I killed!

     …I killed time.

     Looking back at what I just said…

Long time no see!
Yes, I’ve decided after a long period to come back, even if just for a bit.
My life got really busy and stressful and I just didn’t have time for Tumblr. I was working (and still am) 2 jobs, 7 days a week.
I am a part of a 9-girl Love Live cover dance group. I will make another post about separately, as it’s done a lot for me mentally, physically, and emotionally.
I still am a dog groomer and am in the fast food business.
I’m not sure if anyone worried about my sudden disappearance, I thank you, and I apologize. I am doing well though and better than I was in 2016. I just needed some time to work on understanding myself a little more.
Please feel free to drop into my ask box if you so wish to~


I just unfollwed about 30 inactive blogs and now I have almost none left :( It’s literally gotten to the point where I refresh tumblr and after scrolling for a while, I end up where I left it last night! PLEASE reblog this (or message me! Messages are always nice :) )if you blog about:

- Once Upon A Time

- Marvel (anything Marvel tbh)


- books (I’m a huge nerd)

- Maybe a bit of Supernatural, so that if I’m going to watch it again (I watched it up to season 10) I won’t have to follow everyone again

- idk????? I have no fandoms left I am very sad

- writer of fanfics from above fandoms 

- rock or metal music blogs are rlly nice too altho I’m not sure those even exist (they probably do, I mean this is still tumblr eh)

- I’m just looking for friends honestly

ALSO, I myself kind of write about Captain Swan, Destiel and a small bit of Sabriel sometimes. 

anonymous asked:

just out of curiosity, what parts of s2 of shadowhunters are kinda iffy do you think? i watched s1 but i don't think i'll keep watching tbh

they cast a white girl (correct me if i’m wrong but i’m pretty sure she’s white and even if she’s a latinx she’s still whitepassing and izzy/em is clearly not so it’s still a bit :/// and i’ve seen a lot of people (who are latinx so you know they have every right to be mad and complain) talk about this and voice their opinion which is?? completely valid) to play young izzy which is just… outrageous imo and they give izzy lines like “good doggy” which made me SO uncomfortable bc you know how downworlders represent poc or like people from a different “class” and that’s incredibly superior and insulting imo and idk it just doesn’t sound like anything izzy would have said in s1. or raj? who’s literally the only indian representative so far and they treat him like shit and there was this promo for today’s ep where lydia practically told him to shut the fuck up and “rekt” him and everyone was praising her like YAAAAAAAAAS queen but that’s??? HORRIBLE?? considering lydia’s a white girl and he’s a moc. and izzy told him ‘be careful or you might be the next corpse’ or smth like that which doesn’t… help… at all?? and overall todd slavkin has been extremely condescending to fans, he doesn’t even listen to their complaints and i’d even go as far as to say he kind of reminds me of cc which is just… not a good thing?? bc that’s why we all like the show so much, bc it’s done right and it’s beautiful and diverse and everyone’s handling things like decent human beings. and i just don’t see that anymore. also maybe that’s just me so it’s more of a personal thing but uh… clizzy’s scenes last ep were really really gay imo like the way they touch and look at each other is so soft and i feel like we’re almost getting queerbaited? although i’m fully aware clizzy was never gonna be canon but still. it rubs me the wrong way. there are some other things (like jace & clary leaving dot and gretel behind, two woc who were innocent and died/were tortured bc of them) but just. yeah. i’m not rly happy with the direction sh is going rn.


I’ve been working on designs for a new project I was invited to. 

Mage Oikawa who wanders into the woods looking for a rare hearb and gets lost and meet the Forest’s Guardian, the Fairy King, Iwachan….. or smth xP


Well… she did know how to open it… (Anna and Remington (my ocs) and 2017) Happy New Year!


tfw yuri is a fucking pillow 

awwwwwwwww :3

“this is getting R-rated” but oh my gods vic is NAKED #clingydrunkvictoriscanon 


oh my GODS




how are they not together yet



lol that’s alright yuri you still have victor <3

NOT PICTURED: the backhug (I can’t seem to find it D:) and “MY YURI” <– this bit I just CAN’T

(I don’t want to talk about Chris that fucking… I don’t even know what the fuck that was)

(Also Pitchit is my son)

(Also Yurio with a BRAID)

The Deadliest Weapon

@portentous-offerings reblogged that post about tampon stories and boys’ reactions, and it annoyed me (while also entertaining me). When I’m annoyed (and entertained), I write. So here, have an ML fic about tampons. 

“It’ll be funny!” Alya defended, continuing to rummage around in her bag. And while Marinette agreed with the sentiment, she still wasn’t sure if she was willing to put so many emotionally stunted teenage boys through such trauma.

“I don’t know that they’ll be able to handle it,” she reasoned, frowning a bit as she did.

“C'mon, girl,” Alya persisted. “Think of Juleka.”

That was true, the memory stoking the low burn of anger that had been simmering in Marinette’s gut all morning. Poor Juleka had been suffering as so many girls did and had required only a necessary trip to the bathroom. It’d been before school had started, all the students loitering around the campus until class. Which meant that when Juleka accidentally dropped her tampon, more than one eye caught the “scandal.” Which drew in only more attention. Until a gaggle of stupid boys were dancing around the scene, poking fun like female biology was something to be ashamed of.

Juleka had not faired well, the ridicule leaving her locked in the bathroom until Rose and Marinette had managed to get her cheered up (not like they needed another akuma out of the situation).

“Okay, okay,” Marinette agreed, pulling her own bag up and searching through it. “I only have three tampons though. And two pads.” She pulled the assorted items up as Alya finally found her own.

“That’s hardly enough for a full scale attack,” she mused, frowning.

“Here, take mine too.” Turning, the two watched Mylene pull six pads out of her own bag, Ivan—who stood at her shoulder—chuckling and shaking his head.

“Nice! Help me open everything.” Alya dictated the whole situation, Marinette assisting in tearing the outer plastic off before they unfolded the pads. They left the sheets that protected the adhesive side, but otherwise they were exposed to the world.

“Are you guys doing what I think you’re doing?” Alix cut in, crouching down on the steps beside them. There was a manic grin on her face as she eyed the large group of boys just off the corner of the steps.

“Probably,” Alya replied simply.

“Well, here,” Alix continued, reaching into her own bag and pulling out an entire box of tampons. “I bought these earlier, but I’d rather they went to a good cause.” After all, nearly every single girl had been disgusted by the treatment Juleka had suffered through earlier that day.

“Nice!” Alya did a celebratory wiggle, ripping the seal to the box and dumping the tampons, along with all the others they’d procured, onto the giant sweatshirt Ivan had been decent enough to lend them.

“This is a pretty good hoard,” Marinette agreed. “But I wish we had more pads.”

“Actually…” Alya tapped her chin thoughtfully. “I have a better idea.” Reaching down, she removed all the pads and handed them to Marinette. “For later,” she said vaguely, offering only a wink as explanation before she turned to Alix. “Ready?”

“Oh yeah!” Together, the two grabbed the sweatshirt on either side, cradling the pile of tampons in the fabric as they stood and skipped their way down the stairs. Behind them, Marinette stacked the pads into a neat pile before turning her attention to what would inevitably become a scene.

She mourned some that Adrien was among the large group of boys that were to be hit, but supposed some sacrifices had to be made.

At the base of the stairs, Alix and Alya were swinging the sweatshirt back and forth, readying to let it loose. The gaggle of boys—there were at least ten of them—had no idea, their backs turned to the onslaught. Many of them had participated in the jeering Juleka had gone through (Marinette was thankful both Adrien and Nino had not taken part) and so deserved what was coming to them.

Finding herself at the base of the stairs, Marinette watched alongside Mylene as Alya and Alix finally opened the sweatshirt. On the upswing, they thrust the shirt forward, hurling its contents into the air. A flurry of active grenades, the tampons were flung across the clearing, scattering through the air before they, inevitably, showered down on the heads of the boys.

Initially, the attack was met with startled surprise, the boys flinching back as they were hit before looking around in confusion. And then, as if they could see their deaths upon them, a grave silence overcame the group. They brushed the weapons from their hair and shoulders, unknowing what debris they were handling until the plastic devices—their strings hanging out dangerous—went clattering to the sidewalk.

The seconds of realization were almost stifling.

Kim was the first one to release a high-pitched scream, which sent all the boys into a panic. Unable to avoid stepping on the bombs, they stumbled back clumsily, tripping over themselves in their efforts to escape the outbreak. It was like watching a heard of wild animals startled by an abrupt predator, though their scrambling was perhaps lacking in animal grace.

Their screaming and yelling, and “what the fucks,” naturally drew in the attention of other groups of students, the boys who’d been far enough to avoid being assaulted gaping and shying back in alarm and disgust, while their female counterparts looked on in straight-faced confusion—if only because they hadn’t been briefed on the situation.

Once the ruckus had cleared—once all the boys were safely cowering to the sides, holding one another and breathing hard as they observed the scene from a safe distance—only one victim was left standing, his best friend shifting a meter or so behind him in uncertainty.

Looking around in surprise, Adrien stood among the ruins, feet bordered in tampons while Nino—hands out as though bracing himself—waited for another assault. He stood by his clueless friend courageously, though clearly uneasy.

Brave soul that he was, Adrien ended up bending down and actually picking up one of the bombs, much to the gasping dismay of many of the boys on the sidelines.

“Guys…” he started a second later, holding his find up for observation. “They’re just tampons.”

The word, that word, had them all shrinking back again, as if the mere sound of those letters put together was enough to shake them to their very cores.

While Adrien, still perplexed by the reaction, glanced down to the tampon in his hand. “They’re not even used,” he muttered. “What the hell is wrong with-”

“Foolish!” Alya announced abruptly, Adrien whipping around in surprise. “They’ve left one behind!” Dramatically, she grabbed one of the pads from Marinette’s waiting hands, holding it above her head as she tore the plastic sheet from the adhesive. “Get him!”

By that time, Rose and Juleka had joined their group as well. Alix followed Alya’s example and armed herself with a pad, Mylene laughing and doing the same. Until there was a whole hoard of girls rushing Adrien, much to his wide-eyed shock.

Not that he wasn’t used to girls rushing him. But normally they weren’t armed with pads and yelling battle cries at the same time.

Marinette joined in as well, laughing, which inspired Juleka and Rose to do the same.

Pads in hand, they tore the plastic away from each one, much to Adrien’s twitching puzzlement. They didn’t body-slam him or anything, but they crowded around nonetheless and made a great scene of sticking the pads all over his shirt and arms. They hung off of him heavily, more disgusted gasps echoing from the boys watching.

“What- What is happening right now?” Adrien hissed at them, shaking his arm and failing to remove the sticky pad that was suctioned to his skin.

“Silence!” Alix shouted, pointing a threating finger up at him. “You’re supposed to be dying!”


“Your manly ego,” Alya corrected. “We’ve assaulted you with feminine products, the greatest fear of all men, and so it’s inevitable that you fall beneath our power.”

“Oh…” He furrowed his eyebrows, before realization splashed over his face. “Oh!”

He’d been there when Juleka had been harassed and been one of the few boys that had tried to stop it. He knew exactly what they were doing.

“Oh god!” he yelled abruptly, reaching up and slamming his hands over the pad that was stuck to his shirt. “The patriarchy, I can see it crumbling before me! There is no greater ill than the unused cotton and plastic of feminine products! We stand no chance!

"Help, help!” he called, falling dramatically to his knees. “I’m not gonna make it!”

“Don’t worry, bro!” Nino yelled from the sidelines. “I’ll go get some red meat and a GPS you can throw out the window! Hold on!”

“It’s too late!” Adrien garbled, holding his throat as he fell back on his butt, before toppling to his back. “I’m not- I’m not gonna make it! Oh Nino, it burns! The realization that women’s bodies do things mine doesn’t! The horror!”

“Just breathe, bro!” Nino begged.

“Ugh, I’m dying!” Flailing his arms out to the sides, Adrien scattered the tampons, his legs shoving them out of the way as he sprawled through the debris.

“Somebody do something!” Nino fell to his knees as well, looking frantically around the clearing. “Get some beard hair! Start a fight! Give him a hammer! Anything to save my bro!”

“It’s too late now,” Adrien whispered. “I’m dead.” Head tipping to the side, he fell still, tongue lolling out as he released a final “bleh,” clearly symbolizing his demise.

“Bro! Bro!” Nino wailed pathetically.

“Victory!” Alix called, raising her arms to all the eyes watching. “Let this be a warning to all who oppose us!”

“We will not hesitate to use the deadliest of weapons!” Alya continued, Marinette holding up the final pad before she got down on her knees at Adrien’s head. In a final testament to their victory, she stuck it over his eyes, smoothing it out evenly.

“We will hang his bland yet understated button-up at the entrance to our woman-cave!” Alya continued. “You’ve all been warned!”

“What is going on out here?” It was Ms. Bustier who interrupted their reveling, all the girls turning to look at her. As did the boys, most of them either completely disgusted by the show or still horror-stricken.

“Their female empowerment has killed my bro!” Nino lamented. “Oh the equality!”

The girls stared at Ms. Bustier, saying nothing as she surveyed the situation.

Marinette, meanwhile, glanced down at Adrien, who was smirking and doing his best not to laugh.

“You’re supposed to be dead!” she hissed.

“Oh, sorry.” He went appropriately still.

“I’m not… I’m not going to get involved in this,” Ms. Bustier finally decided, smiling a bit as she looked at the scene. “Just… make sure you clean up when you’re done.” Shaking her head, she turned and went back into the school.

“Victory!” Alix yelled again, pumping her fist in the air.

All the girls chanted in response. “Victory!”

Shower Fun

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson


Imagine: It’s Elena’s birthday and Damon is insanely mad with you because you are running late. You try to rush things up, but your boyfriend Klaus shows up. Let’s just say things get steamy. 

*Requested smut, read carefully. :) 

Word Count: 1784

Y/N, we scheduled this so many times and you’re still late.

“Don’t worry, sweetpie, I’ll be there. I just need to take a shower. I’m sure Elena will get if I’m little bit late.”

“You have exactly thirty minutes to be here.”

“That’s more than enough.”

Be here!

“Bye, Damon!”

It was Elena’s eighteen birthday and everyone was buzzing about it, since Damon had been working very hard to throw her a surprise party. Of course you loved helping him organize everything, but, heck, sometimes he was so freaking annoying you thought about murdering him in a very slow pace, so he would suffer more. Like today, you spent the whole afternoon alongside Caroline and Bonnie trying to find a great dress for Elena to wear tonight, as the vampire asked, and he calls you to tell you are late. “Well, guess why I’m late, sucker”, you thought, letting out a huff.

You took a deep breath and went upstairs, back to your bedroom. You left the pair of bags you brought from your shopping by the door and started undressing, very swiftly and leaving a small mess to deal with later. You went to your closet, picking up Elena’s gift and your ravishing blue dress. As you placed them in the bed, you thought if you were not already taken, God, you would make a mess in that baby. You chuckled and bit your lower lip, remembering the last time you had seen your boyfriend. The way he touched your body and kissed your lips. One of these days that man would drive you completely insane.

“Missing me, love?” A deep voice said, making you jump out of fear.

“Klaus! Can’t you knock?”

“Well, I didn’t think I needed.”

“Of course you have to. I could be…”

“If you’re going to say naked, don’t forget you already are.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes. “Aren’t you going to give me hug? And a few kisses too?”

You smiled, rushing to his arms and enjoying the kind of warmth only his hugs could provide.  His arms wrapped your body and squeezed you against his chest, which made you sigh, closing your eyes, and feel overwhelmigly satisfied by his presence.

About six months ago, you and Klaus Mikaelson began dating. The first couple of months, both of you thought it would be best if nobody knew. Especially because he had just tried to kill Elena and murdered Jenna. You were perfectly aware you should hate him for every single bad thing he had done, but you could not help it. The Original Hybrid had stolen your heart for good.

Eventually, your friends found out about your relationship. It was brutal, for they did not want to accept the fact you were in love with their enemy. Damon thought you were compelled, so Klaus could use you as leverage, and he convinced the others to lock you up. Just to buy enough time for Bonnie to find a spell that could release you from the compulsion. Obviously nothing worked, for you were not under any kind of magic. You just loved him.

“Where have you been all this time?”

“Taking care of some things. Don’t worry about that. Now, are you trying to tease me?”

“Why?” Suddenly you noticed your lack of clothes and blushed. “Oh!”

“You don’t have to be shy, love, I told you I love your body by all means.”


He slowly touched your form, making your skin burn at any place his hands reached. You gasped and put your own hands on his shoulders, pushing him off a little.

“I, um, we can’t do that now, Nik.”

“Why not?” He questioned, nuzzling on your neck.

A small moan escaped your lips and you mentally cursed yourself.

“I have to go to Elena’s birthday party.”

“Can’t you be just a little bit late?” His hot breath on your neck made you bit your lip several times, as a way to hold the sounds that insisted to come out.

“Only if I want Damon to rip my heart out.” He stood straight and looked at me, frowning. “It’s just an expression, Nik, he’s not going to literally rip my heart out.”

“Only if he wanted me to kill him so slowly he would beg for his death.”

“Oh God, you’re so sexy when you’re playing tough.” You chuckled. “I have to hit the shower now, darling. I’ll be right back.”

You pecked his lips and went off to the bathroom. The sight of the cosy bathtub made you let out a frustrated grunt, for you did not have time to enjoy an actual bath. Shaking your head, you put your hair up, so it would not get wet. Finally, you started the showering process. The water was so deliciously hot, you saw yourself almost numb out of relaxation.

“You look so good in there, love.” You smirked and glanced over him, rubbing your body with a sponge.


“Of course.” Klaus walked slowly towards the glass made doors. “Although it gets me wishing you needed my help.”

“I believe I do. I mean, you can rub my back, right?”

He nodded and you opened one of the doors pulling him in for a kiss. Klaus let out a genuine laugh, after he saw how wet his clothes got. The Hybrid striped, quickly, and soon enough he joined you. His large hands firmly placed on your hips, squeezing strongly and making you moan instantaneously. He cornered you against the fogged up glass and made his way to your neck, kissing the delicate skin, his tongue swirling around and playing with your sensations.

“Oh, Klaus!”

“I love when you call me in that tone.” The Mikaelson stated, speaking against your skin. “Can you scream my name, babe?”

“Only if you make me.”

“I’d be delighted to.”

Klaus cupped your breasts, using his thumbs to stroke your nipples. A small gasp crawled out your lips. He smiled and kept descending, his hands slowly massaging your waist, hips, until he finally got down on his knees, finding a throbbing core which desperately needed a touch. If you were wearing any panties, they would be soaked by now. That man knew exactly what to do to get you wet.

“Please, Nik.” You hissed, feeling your breath become more and more irregular.

His blue eyes looked up, finding yours. You could see the mischief within. Klaus always had a way on making you crazy, this would not be the first time. His hands squeezed the inside of your thighs and you involuntarily gulped.

“What do you want me to do, love?”

“I want you to eat me out.”

“How badly do you want me to?”

“I’m dripping, so I’d have to say pretty badly.”

Klaus chuckled and placed a single kiss in your pulsating clit, which sent shivers down your spine. You moaned, thrusting your hips against his face, claiming for more. It did not take long for him to be kitten licking your vibrating core. You arched your back, feeling his tongue against the soft skin and groaning out loud.


“I want to hear my name, love.”

“Come on, Nik, don’t stop!”

Klaus stood up and kiss your lips softly. His hand, though, kept working on your swollen nub, circling small figure eights on it. You sighed against his plump lips and he took that as a sign he could move forward.

“Shit.” You wrapped your arms on his shoulders, as he lifted one of your legs, teasing your entrance with his cock. “Klaus, don’t do this to me, just…”

The hybrid did not allow you to finish the sentence, giving you a sharp thrust. Your walls clenched around him and he grunted, tightening the grip on your thigh. The pleasure he provided was immeasurable. You gasped, screwing your eyes shut.

“Oh, my… Klaus!”

“That’s it, Y/N, cum for me.” His voice was merely a hiss.

The only sound that could be heard at the bathroom was skin clapping skin. You desperately tried to breath, though only a couple of strangled moans came out. Luckily enough Klaus was holding you, otherwise you would fall off on the floor.

“Shit, I’m so close.” You whispered.

Klaus sunk his head onto your neck, giving you sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. His thrusts so fast and hard on you that you were sure the next morning you would be sore. It felt so good, though. You stuck your fingers on his curls, pulling it a little and feeling the tension building up on your stomach. Somehow the original managed to find a sweet spot inside of you, it barely touched, but it was more than enough to send you over the edge. Your toes curled up and dug your nails into his shoulders.

“Oh, God, Klaus!” You yelled, seeing some colourful dots on your sight. The pleasure fulfilling you completely.

His thrusts became more sloppy and you knew he was close too. As you slowly came down from your orgasm, you clenched your walls even more harder around his length.

“Damn it, Y/N!” Klaus grunted. “I’m going to cum.”

“Inside my pretty pussy?” You teased and he growled, nodding.

“Yes, right inside your pretty pussy.”

You felt his grip around your waist and thigh increase, realising, also by his moan, he had had his orgasm as well. When Klaus’ breathing came back to normal, he kissed you and giggled.

“I guess you will be late after all.”

“I don’t care, it was worth it.” He let go of your leg and you felt like you had no strength to stand up by yourself.

“Well, I think you still need my help.” He laughed. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, my legs are just a little bit weak. I’ll be fine.”

“I think a fucked you too hard.”

“You did! But I liked, so don’t worry.” Klaus nodded, smirking.

He turn off the water and came back to pick you up, bridal style.

“Oh, look, my hair is ruined! I’ll have to fix this and Damon will kill me for being awfully late!”

“Do you want me to take care of that?”

“Nah, just give me my phone and I’ll face the beast myself.”

As Klaus placed you gently on the bed, throwing a fluffy towel later, and going off to find your phone, you could not be more thrilled to be with him. Unlike what everyone said about him, he was, without a doubt, a complete gentleman. Also a caring and lovable person. You just had to go through his shell, to get to know the real Niklaus Mikaelson. Among other reasons, heck, you could not help but be in love with him.

TFHC and I
  • Me: *enters the living room in a tinfoil hat*
  • Family: WTF is going on?
  • Me: behold for the TFHC nothing can fool us.
  • Family: I don't understand
  • Me: You should put that on a T-shirt.
  • Family: Still don't understand.
  • Me: and there's the back of the t-shirt.
  • Family: would you stop the sarcasm and explain?
  • Me: *explain's TFHC*
  • Family: You seem really sure but It sounds a bit unreal!
  • Me: TFP being real seems Ridiculous but no, not this.
  • Family: don't be so sure about everything you'll die if it didn't happened.

I always get made fun of for basically worshipping these men. But there’s a reason behind my obsession. I came across “Danger” on YouTube one day and I decided to watch it. This was during one of the lowest points in my life. I really felt like there was no hope for me left, I was just so done with fighting for a life I didn’t even want to live anymore. Even though I was a bit weirded out by it at first after a couple of listens and Bam I loved it, it was so catchy! Then I decided to check out the rest of their music and I enjoyed every single song, I’ve watched them progress and grow was a group/individuals. I soon enough learned who was who and what made them unique. I found myself just slowly feeling less and less miserable. I’ve started going out more, speaking more and being less anxious about every small thing. Sure there are still those days where I feel extremely upset and I just cannot function. Bts has been a great source of happiness and support for me. They have shown me that not only does “teamwork make the dream work” but that with perseverance anything is possible. This encourages me to keep pushing forward and maybe one day I’ll achieve my goal of being depression free. Battling depression is never an easy task. No I’m not saying they cured me but they definitely do make me happy. Considering how I was before, I’ve definitely seen change. And for the better! I’m sorry if all I do talk about bts 24/7. I owe my happiness to these guys. Seeing pictures or watching videos of them just brings a smile unto my face. Not a forced one, it just comes naturally. Bts has a special place in my heart. Thanks for helping me become a better and happier person. I am also extremely grateful for the opportunities that they have been given, and the love that armies all around the world have given to the boys. They deserve all of it. Army fighting! 💕
………….Idk I’m tired and having bts feels………….

anonymous asked:

da:o companions react to finding out that the Warden is the Herald of Andraste

Alistair: Is floored. All that time together, and the Herald of Andraste was right by his side? He’s amazed…and honestly, a little bit unsure. Did they know about Andraste? Did they just not trust him? He reassures himself that it was just never the right time. If King: Will assist them in any way he can with the resources Ferelden can spare, and immediately organises a strong alliance with the Inquisition. He also suspects that the title may be more of a political play than anything, but a part of him does still wonder. If romanced: His self-doubt is still the same, but he also cannot help but wonder if this rumour and title might not be true. Surely the Warden would have told him something so important, especially after he told them his secret. He decides to put his faith in his love and find out the truth for himself. 

Oghren: Doesn’t really understand the significance of this. He assumes it’s just another fancy title for them, and hey, they deserve another one, so who is he to disagree? The moment he hears about the actual danger the Herald is in, he practically barrels his way over to the Inquisition because there is no way that the Warden is facing this bullshit without him by their side.

Sten: He disapproves of the Warden if they accept this title, as he obviously doesn’t particularly care about the human’s beloved god. If he only hears of this as a rumour, he dismisses it immediately. He knows that the Warden is more logical than to think that they were sent by a god. He does make sure to have a discreet conversation with the Ben-Hassrath about their safety, clearly because the Warden holds the fate of the whole world in their hand again and their safety is very important.

Shale: Like Oghren, they don’t understand the significance, and quite frankly, they don’t care. They haven’t managed to keep up with all of the squishy Warden’s accolades, and just assumes it’s yet another one of them. When the danger of the Breach becomes obvious, Shale pretends that they don’t care, but over the following weeks, finds themselves travelling closer and closer to the Inquisition. Eventually, they’ll appear at the gates of the Inquisition and announce that they are here to “make sure that the squishy one doesn’t do anything foolish.”

Zevran: Zevran would likely understand that the title was a political play, and would be more concerned with how the Herald was coping with the new social pressures, especially non-Andrastian Heralds. Gradually, he would make his way towards the Inquisition’s base, sussing out the political landscape and trying to make sure that there was no way his former associates could sneak a knife into the Herald’s back. He would eventually join up with Leliana and help to protect their old friend. If romanced: He rushed back to their side the moment they were captured, and had to be stopped by Leliana from sneaking into the cell and busting the Warden out. He stays at their side through the entire events of Inquisition and helps to protect them from would-be assassins and assists Leliana.

Leliana: She obviously already knew that it was just something that the people had been saying, and that the Inquisition had been encouraging. She had been mortified to see her old friend injured and hurt at the Conclave and adamantly defended them against the remaining Chantry clerics’ accusations. She made sure to post guards outside their cell to make sure that nobody could sneak in. After hearing the Warden’s story about what happened in the Fade, she couldn’t help but wonder about the woman who was with them. Somewhere deep inside herself, a part of her dared to hope it was Andraste looking over them once more. If romanced: Doesn’t leave their side until they wake. She has already lost so much to this disaster, she is not going to lose her love as well. She constantly asks the Warden about the mark on their hand, and is upset at how much pain it is causing them. She wishes there was more she could do. 

Morrigan: When she heard that her friend was the Herald of Andraste, she laughed. The lengths that foolish religious folk would go to justify something they could not possibly bring themselves to understand. She pitied the Warden for having to be so heavily involved with the Chantry, particularly if the Warden is non-human and doesn’t care for the Chantry. She is much more fond of the title of Inquisitor and finds it much more appropriate for her old friend (though it brings up bad memories of traipsing through Orzammar to find nugs). She makes sure to try and influence the empress to be more open to the Inquisition. When she is assigned to the Inquisition, she is glad to be reunited with her old friend and speaks with them frequently. She would even say she begins to feel nostalgic. If romanced: She won’t be Chantry-affiliated and join the Inquisition at the beginning, but she will aid the Warden however she can. She tries to help with the pain of the Mark as much as possible, and is frustrated when nothing seems to be helping. 

Loghain: Understands immediately that the title is a political play, and he rolls his eyes at the thought of the Warden being subjected to the games of pompous nobles. Again. He continues to flee from the Wardens but would likely make his way to the Inquisition to meet up with his old companion. He is sure that they would understand the clarity of the Wardens’ situation, and would shelter him from the rest of them. He knows that the Warden would already have a rocky relationship with the Warden-Commander of Orlais after what happened during the Blight, so he would feel somewhat safer behind Inquisition walls for a time. Besides, while he’s there, he can help keep the Warden safe from harm, and probably oversee the Inquisition’s commander’s work and offer some…discreet advice here and there. He was not known as the Hero of River Dane for nothing, after all. 

Wynne: On a day when the Warden was doubting themselves, Cole suddenly appeared next to them and said, “Gentle, warm, so very kind; she watches over you. She remembers; flashes of a campfire, a healing hand, a dragon circling overhead. She knows you. She wants you to know: “I’m here. I have faith in you. There is nobody else more capable of defeating this evil. My old friend…believe in yourself.””Cole smiled. “She is kind, like a mother, a teacher. I like her.”

Dog: Is right by the Herald’s side. He really doesn’t like the glowy mark on the Warden’s hand because he knows that it is hurting them, so he tries to lick it to make the pain go away. He doesn’t get along with Chancellor Roderick at all and once tried to tear off the back of Roderick’s Chantry robes. For some strange reason, he tends to growl at Solas quite a lot.

Smooth and Shy; Sherlock x Reader

Requested by Anon and miacnuk:

Could you please do a sherlockx reader imagine, when the reader is very shy and Sherlock actually makes a good job making her feel comfortable? Love your blog btw.

Hey, could you please do a sherlock imagine, when reader and Sherlock just met and he (Sherlock) surprises everyone by being very smooth and good at flirting? I love your writing so much, by the way 😉

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Bucky x Steve x reader/OC? 


Notes: angst, fluff, smut, violence, torture/conditioning. 

A/N: This is the introduction of what I feel like will be a long one. I have so many ideas flooding my brain with this, but not yet the words to describe them. I’m still not sure if it’s gonna be xreader or OC, but we’ll just have to see how it plays out. Be warned, there’s gonna be a lot of pain and heartache, but also a lot of fluff and smut of course. The POV alternates from Bucky’s to third person, shaking it up a bit. 

There’s something to say about getting attention whenever you walk out the door. Whether it’s the good kind of attention or not. In my case, it’s the good kind, thankfully. This isn’t arrogance, I’m not conceited or stuck up, but I must admit, I enjoy the stares and the smiles and the flailing once I pass by. Pheromone levels fly through the roof when I walk down a crowded street and I’d be lying if it didn’t give my testosterone a good boost. Omega’s blatantly stop and stare and some even whimper when I come too close. As much as I enjoy feeling like the Alpha of all Alpha’s, knowing others stare at me furiously when trying to get the attention of an Omega they’ve set their eyes on, I’m not interested in them. 

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For @limitlessmonster because she deserves some Otayuri. And because I can.

Yuri Plisetsky is so beautiful it’s painful. Quite literally painful for Otabek because the first time he told him as much he got a palm to the face as Yuri shoved him away and growled something about Otabek being “a blind shit who needed some fucking glasses”. 

The second time he says it, they’re pressed together on public transportation after they dove into an underground train station to avoid Yuri’s overzealous fan base. Otabek had a firm hold on the pole while Yuri, reluctantly, held on to him. He remembers the way Yuri chewed his bottom lip, in thought, in frustration. Otabek was sure it was a little bit of both. There was something so appealing about that open expression that Otabek told him again. He received a swift punch to the side and some incoherent grumbling in response. 

He still takes pride in the way Yuri’s cheeks colored though. 

He doesn’t say it a third time. At least, he doesn’t say it out loud. After the second time, Otabek starts to understand that what he feels when he looks at Yuri is painful for more than one reason. His side aches when he remembers the punch, but his heart aches too. His heart aches whenever he watches Yuri on the ice, whenever Yuri spends the night at his place, sprawled out carelessly on the couch. His ever growing hair gets everywhere, but Otabek isn’t annoyed when he finds the blond strands anymore. In fact, they make him smile. 

That’s just as painful. 

He knows that Yuri isn’t the type to allow his attention to stray from his figure skating and why should he? He’s the most impressive young skater since Viktor Nikiforov himself. Even more impressive, if anyone were to ask Otabek. And Yuri would say Otabek is biased, so his opinion doesn’t count. Biased or not, Otabek has always admired and will always admire Yuri as a figure skater. 

But he knows that’s as far as he can allow his admiration to go. 

As they sit in Yuri’s hotel room, barely a day away from their next competition, Otabek tries to squash his growing feelings. Yuri’s legs are slung over his lap and his hand rests just above one of Yuri’s knees. He knows he should pull back, knows that maybe the gesture is more intimate than it should be, all things considered. But Yuri doesn’t seem phased by it. HIs attention remains on the screen of his phone while Otabek’s heart pounds louder and louder every second. He’s sure Yuri will hear it. 

He doesn’t know when he it started, but he thinks that maybe he’s always had these feelings for Yuri. He’s certainly always thought Yuri was beautiful. Blunt, rash, rude at times, stubborn, strong willed and powerful, and even with all the things that should push him away, Otabek is drawn in. He’s staring before he can stop himself, meeting Yuri’s eyes as he finally looks up from his phone. And he wants to say it again. Knows he shouldn’t, but wants to anyway. 

Yuri speaks first. “So it’s been a long ass time…” He lowers the phone into his lap. “Are you finally gonna kiss me, or what?” 

Otabek blinks away the shock. Yuri stares back, his jaw set in the same defiant way it does when he tells Yakov what he wants for his routine, and makes it known that he won’t take no for an answer. Blunt, Otabek thinks as his lips twitch into a smile. 

He pushes himself toward Yuri, feeling Yuri’s legs shift in his lap. “If that’s what you want…” 

“I wouldn’t fucking say it if I didn’t.”

Beautiful, Otabek thinks as he chuckles and fulfills both of their wants with that kiss. 

Not over Karas smile as Lena walks through her door. I keep rewatching it.
How she closes the door still smiling, comes to stand beside Lena like a schoolgirl, being proud of her sister in front of Lena,, eyecontacteyecontacteyecontact, accepting Lenas request before hearing it (sure she ows her a favor but Kara is usually bit more cautious, no?), eyecontacteyecontacteyecontact.

*when Lena passes by Kara who turns her head back from looking at Alex, Lena and Kara catch eye and Lenas eyes flacker away until she notices Alex with a halt. And when Lena says “Hey, I know you..” Her left hand, where her bag embraces her arm, starts to fiddle with her nails.

**Also I think that this was maybe Lenas second time in Karas apartment, not the first since it seemed so naturally for Kara to welcome her in. (almost as if she forgot something from a few hours ago when she stopped by.) Sure Kara was a little shocked but I think that’s because her sister was there this time, and she hadn’t told her about when Lena was there before.
I don’t even know anymore. I need new scenes with them stat before my brain fries itself with what we have.


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“I know I want a world where people trust the Chantry, and that trust is respected. I want to respect tradition but not fear change. I want to right past wrongs but not avenge them. And I have no idea if my wanting these things makes any of them right.”