suffication

The fact that Rumple was doing the flamboyant mannerisms of the Dark One in his Mr. Gold three piece business suit, is really something to think about, and it’s hot as fuck.

I loved seeing the Dark One again, but I wish we could have saw Rumple the way he really looked as he acted how he used to be in the castle. I didn’t want to see the whole scene this way, just a little taste on the palate would have sufficed.

anonymous asked:

Do you have help for getting into little space for being on your own?

Yeah! Considering I’m a self-sufficent little! Smells really help! I like J&J baby lotion, the smell of crayons or playdoh, ect! Color and listen to a little show with smells all around you, and your brain literally has to let go because everything you’re seeing, hearing, and touching are little. If you’ve got a binkie with those lovely vanilla flavored binkie wipes, you’re all set~

Preference: Cancelled Betrothal...

Reaction to an arranged marriage they actually want being cancelled.

Dany – She has three dragons. Large, fire breathing, dragons. She would be upset and do her best to negotiate the decision without getting violent. If things didn’t go her way, she would go to plan b. Codename: Dracarys.

Cersei – The Queen of Westeros would display how “power is power” and use all the power she still has/now has to get anything and anyone that she wants. No matter what she has to do to get it. There’s nothing she’d stop at until the marriage was back on.

Jaime – The Kingsguard Knight would challenge whomever he needed to for your hand in marriage. It wouldn’t have to be a fight to the death, a best out of *insert number* would suffice, but he would definitely fight till the death if that’s what it took to have you.

Ramsay – The Bolton Bastard would kill anyone who tried to take you away from him. End of story.

Joffrey – The eldest of Cersei’s three children would go immediately for an order of arrest and threats of murder. “No one takes away my Queen,” especially someone he genuinely cares about and wants nothing more than to have at his side during his reign.

Tommen – The Third Baratheon King of King’s Landing would do everything in his power to get you back and keep you at his side. He would use the “I am the King” line and for just a moment do almost anything to get the marriage betrothal reinstated.

Tywin – Do you really think anyone would try to tell Tywin Lannister he couldn’t marry whom he wanted to? If he really wanted to marry you, he would pay out money to keep the betrothal standing.

Oberyn – The Red Viper wouldn’t listen to reason. He would go right to you, take you from your home, and run off to elope in secret. Not only that, but he would wait until he was absolutely certain that you were pregnant (if it’s possible for you to become pregnant) before reappearing with you on his arm just so no one could take you away from him.

anonymous asked:

can u please draw etihw and kcalb on their wedding or something ? i l o v e the way u draw kcalb btw

here you go

i wish i could have used my more serious style but poses are super hard for me so i hope these chibis suffice

oh, and here’s an imgur link to the image since photos show up super weird in asks

Plans Change

Request: 15 & jackson got7

15)  You LITERALLY run into your bias.

Member: Got7′s Jackson x Y/N

Type: fluff

Comment: I have a kind of similar prompt with Jackson here as well, if you’re interested in reading! ^.^


I struggled to keep up with the large golden retriever pulling me down the sidewalk. My feet stumbled over each other as he plowed through bystanders, children, other animals, all the while wagging his tail. 

“Yah, Mosby!” I yelled, already out of breath. “Slow down!” 

Like he could even begin to understand me. I cursed at myself as I continued my embarrassing jog. Mosby belonged to my elderly neighbor, Mrs. Kim, who had sprained her ankle and could no longer take Mosby on his regular morning walks. The thought had occurred to me, considering that Mosby was about as old as Mrs. Kim in dog years, that maybe, a short, slow walk would suffice around the block, but nothing could quench his hunger for adventure. We had taken about fifteen turns and I no longer recognized the area we were in. I was hopelessly holding on to the idea that he would get tired and need to take a break eventually, giving me enough time to pound my address back into google maps to find our way home, but that time had not come. For now, I was under Mosby’s complete control. 

I wiped at the sweat accumulating on my brow and groaned at the feeling traveling up my calves. Admittedly, I wasn’t much for physical fitness, and considered this to be the universe’s way of getting back at me for all of the nights I spent lounged on the couch, watching Netflix. 

“Aish!” a deep voice groaned before me. I was so lost in the burning coursing through my muscles, that I had completely disregarded the young man barreling out of the shop directly to my right. He became a blur of body and leash as he stumbled over the thick chord of Mosby’s lead and careened toward my aching body. I screeched as we both landed with a thud on the pavement. 

“Yah!” I groaned, slowly opening my eyes that I hadn’t even realized I had closed. Mosby’s doggy breath hit me heavy in my senses as he peppered quick kisses on my cheeks, whining as I began to grumble. 

“Mosby, off, Mosby!” I gasped, pushing at his yellow mane. I slowly sat up as the man I had collided with did the same beside me. He shook his head quickly and patted his cheek. He looked at me with glazed eyes, which immediately widened. 

“Oh my god!” he shouted. He swiveled around to balance on his knees as he leaned nearly an inch away from my face, covered in doggy drool. “Are you okay? I was in such a hurry I didn’t even see you…and your dog! Is he okay? Oh my god, kill me now if I hurt your dog.” 

“I think we’re fine,” I sighed, giving Mosby a quick once over. He was far enough ahead to where I don’t think he incurred much damage, maybe a quick tug to his harness, but nothing too terrible. Fresh tears stung my eyes as I looked down to my hands, battered and bloody from catching me in the fall. I made an internal note to get my tear ducts separated from literally all emotions in my body. No matter if I was hurt, scared, or simply frustrated, tears would begin brimming on my lashes. 

“Are you going to cry? Please don’t cry!” The man said desperately, looking down to my hands. “Oh my god, let me help you up.”

I groaned as he took my stinging hands into his. He immediately retracted them and glanced at me carefully, grabbing under my arms instead and lifting me. He helped me ease down onto the bench placed in front of the shop he had came from. 

“I’m Jackson, I know you probably don’t care right now and just wish I would leave you alone, but let me see if they have bandaids!” he said in one quick breath. I looked the stranger up and down, slowly taking him in for the first time. He had blonde hair pushed back from his face and hidden beneath a cap. he wore a black tank top and black jeans. He was incredibly handsome and I suddenly felt very aware of my sweaty and disheveled appearance. 

“I’m Y/N,” I nodded in a near whisper. 

“Nice to meet you Y/N, well not nice…like the circumstances aren’t nice, but you are, so I’m going to get bandaids,” he nodded, another large amount of word vomit flooding from his mouth. 

I watched as Jackson disappeared into the shop again and began shuffling amongst the isles. I turned back around to Mosby who waddled to meet me at the bench, plopping down on the hot pavement. I ran my hand absently along his coat, careful to keep the injured areas away from his blonde fur. The last thing Mrs. Kim needed was a blood stained dog returned to her. 

After a few moments, Jackson came flying out of the store again, a bag in hand. 

“Oh good, you didn’t leave,” he breathed, crouching down beside Mosby. He dug through the bag carefully, pulling out a bottled water. He unscrewed the lid and handed it gently to me. “Drink.”

I nodded, grateful for the cool bottle in my hands. I took a few sips and nearly spluttered with a choke as Jackson pulled out another bottle of water and proceeded to pour it into a small container he had also materialized with. He placed the bowl in front of Mosby and ran a hand through his fur. 

“Sorry buddy,” he said calmly, scrubbing Mosby behind the ears. “I didn’t mean to scare you or your mom.”

“Actually,” I sighed, wiping my mouth with the back of my arm. “It’s my neighbor’s dog…she’s kind of old and she injured her leg…but he still needed his walk.”

Jackson lifted his eyebrows as he continued to dig through his bag. He pulled out a small first aid kit and began picking items out of it. “Pretty and a saint,” he chuckled. “You keep getting better.”

I felt my cheeks grow hot with embaressment as Jackson took my hand gingerly into his. He took out an alcohol pad and dabbed carefully at my palm. 

“Aish!” I hissed, wincing. 

“Sorry, I should have mentioned it was going to burn…but then again I’ve never done this for someone else. Jinyoung did it for me once…and it hurt pretty badly, but oh! then he did this!” Jackson said quickly, completing his sentence by breathing cool air onto the areas he had dabbed. 

I unclenched my fingers and nodded as the stinging began to subside. 

“Better?” Jackson said quietly, looking up at me through his lashes. 

“Better,” I nodded. He smiled proudly to himself as he dug around in the kit again and found what looked to be some sort of antibiotic cream and gauze. He wrapped my palm carefully and methodically, leaning back only once his work was done. 

“What do you think?” he asked, lifting his brows. “Pretty good for a novice.”

“Exceptional,” I nodded, tilting my hand in several different ways to analyze his patch work. “But you didn’t have to do this.”

“Oh, yes I did!” he gasped, picking up the trash he had acquired and stuffed it back into the bag. “I nearly killed you.”

“Mmm, that may be a bit dramatic,” I chuckled. “I’m fine.”

“Let me buy you lunch,” Jackson said, standing. A nervous smile danced across his lips, causing my heart to quickly flutter. 

“You’ve done enough, really,” I nodded, avoiding eye contact. I couldn’t handle how attractive he was. I could barely look at him now, let alone sit across a lunch table from him for who knows how long. “You don’t have to feel obligated-”

“I don’t feel obligated to do anything,” he chuckled, offering his hand to help me up. “I’m offering because I want to.”

I took his hand gratefully and groaned as I attempted forward motion. “I really have to get Mosby home,” I winced. At the mention of his name, Mosby sprung up, at the ready, and attempted to pull me forward again.

“I’ll help you,” Jackson nodded quickly, taking Mosby’s leash from my hands. “Theres no way you can have him drag you back a few blocks in your condition.”

“I think it’s more like five blocks,” I groaned, wiping sweat from my forehead again. “Yah, I don’t really know. I just know we’ve been walking awhile.”

“Let’s get Mosby home,” Jackson smiled, letting the old dog begin to tug him in the direction in which we came. “Then you can let me really make this whole thing up to you.”

I shuffled behind Jackson and sighed, already coming to terms with the man’s made up mind. “I thought you were in a hurry to get somewhere?” I asked. “Isn’t this how all of this happened?”

“Plans change,” Jackson smiled back at me. “I’m in a general hurry most of the time even when I don’t need to be. Really I should be thanking you for slowing me down. I forget to do that sometimes.”

“Well technically Mosby’s leash is what slowed you down,” I laughed. “I was just there to help cushion the fall.”

“I can’t say it was completely unpleasant,” he chuckled, stomping behind Mosby, trying to slow the old dog’s hurried pace. “I got to meet you after all.”

Originally posted by pakjinyoung

@kpop-prompts

For two nights, really close to each other, I had two separate dreams that I was either dating or making out with one (of two) of my guy friends. I don’t like either of them in that way. Suffice it to say, I was pretty surprised when I woke up after dreaming about that. Talking to them the day after I had the dream was pretty funny since my mind wandered back to my dream a couple of times. 

Read an excerpt from Brandon Sanderson’s Shadows of Self, coming out in paperback on October 4th.

When family obligations forced Waxillium Ladrian to forsake the frontier lands and return to the metropolis of his birth to take his place as head of a noble House, he little imagined that the crime-fighting skills acquired during twenty years in the dusty plains would be just as applicable in the big city. He soon learned that there too, just being a talented Twinborn —one who can use both Allomancy and Feruchemy, the dominant magical modes on Scadrial —would not suffice.

This bustling, optimistic, but still shaky society will now face its first test by terrorism and assassination, crimes intended to stir up labor strife and religious conflict. Wax, his eccentric sidekick Wayne, and brilliant, beautiful young Marasi, now officially part of the constabulary, must unravel the conspiracy before civil strife can stop Scadrial’s progress in its tracks.

anonymous asked:

I am so sorry because I DID REALLY TRY to check the tags for this but I think I would probably get last in an iSpy competition, so sorry. I know you've answered this question. :( Do you have any classlics/literature blog recommendations besides yourself? Everyone I see on tumblr seems to be a YA fan which is great and all but I'm not a huge YA person. ALSO, for the "before you ask" thing, why is anon not as sneaky as I think it is? (Do you have an ip tracker or something?)

No worries; this is a tag that’s not listed on the page. The posts that you’re looking for are here and under the ‘not just YA’ tag. And as for the advice to use the anon option wisely, it would kind of defeat the purpose if I told everybody what sorts of measures I have in place for my own peace of mind. Suffice to say it’s hilariously easy for me to find out who and where you are if you start sending me hate mail. Nine times out of ten I’ll just block you because it’s not worth the effort, but I’ve learned it’s good to have a backup plan. 

One year ago today around this time, I was seeing @taylorswift in concert for the first time. I cannot believe it has already been a year. I wish I could see her at Formula 1 Grand Prix in Austin, Texas October 22nd, but the wonderful and happy memories from this night will have to suffice until I can see her in concert again. Love you Taylor and thank you for an unforgettable night! 💜

#1Year1989TourNashville #1989TourNashville #TaylorSwift #1989WorldTour (at Bridgestone Arena)

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The Stranger on the Road

 They haven’t had the best luck, what-with that hairy mienfoo making a fool of them and sheer, stupid rarity of customers. That’s not including the countless dangers they face on the road, from would-be bandits to pokemon who were better off locked in a loon-bin.

 Suffice it to say; life as a traveling merchant wasn’t going all too well for the brothers. And when it seemed all was looking well for them, they managed to find themselves lost in a maze of birch trees that stretched high into the clouds of orange canopy.

 All of this, this wandering nonsense could have easily been prevented hadn’t one of them “lost” the only map they had on them. How was any of them expected to trust an utter stranger for directions, when the dodrio couldn’t even trust their own heads?

 “It was rick, it was rick!” Whined the middlemost head bawled without end, their uncontrollable feet traipsing through the forested pathway. “It’s always rick’s fault! W-Why does brother got to be so mean?”

 “Mean? I ain’t the one calling out names here Henry!” The left brother snapped a glare at their unruly twin. “Funny you forgot you were the last person holding onto that blasted thing! Are you really that stupid, or are you trying to pull a trick on me? Because I wouldn’t mind grabbing a saw an-”

 “You know brother isn’t -”

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My parter and I were split up by a lease that ran out and we are currently staying at iur respective mother’s homes. Suffice it to say, we are not handling the extended isolation and constant misgendering well (not to mention the usual Mothers Are Being Awful stuff) and we can’t move out of our current situation!! Our goal is 1000 bones and that’s a low-end, bare minimum goal to help us settle a debt with our former roommates and get us started with first month’s rent someplace. If you can donate, that’d be awesome, and if you can’t, send this post everywhere! Reblog it, send it to queer support networks, whatever you can do to make sure more people see it!

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