that's what i live for tbh

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Okay but haunted house AU anyone?

When Robert and Maryse Lightwood tell their kids they’re moving from their bustling Brooklyn lifestyle to a small town by the sea due to their father’s job being relocated, they’re less than thrilled. Promising the kids a new adventure, they find themselves moving into a manor that could more accurately ​be described as a miniature castle. But the kids aren’t sure what has them more curious: the old house, or the residents living inside it.

Magnus Bane, the owner of the house, welcomes the Lightwoods into his home, and happens to catch their eldest son’s eye. Alec isn’t sure what’s drawing him to Magnus - other than the fact that he’s gorgeous and the two can’t seem to stop flirting - but Alec knows there’s something more. He swears he’s caught Magnus doing things that aren’t physically possible; making things appear and disappear with the wave of his hand, bright lights emanating from his palms. He hears Magnus speaking in languages behind closed doors he’s never heard, jumping from room to room almost if by magic. And Alec knows there has to be a logical explanation for the old books on the shelves that look like spell books, and the Pentagram on the floor, and the potions brewing away he accidentally stumbled upon, right?

…Right?

Until Alec learns the truth: that Magnus is a warlock who’s been alive for centuries. But to Alec, it doesn’t matter; the attraction he feels for Magnus is stronger than any possible love potion in the world.

Meanwhile, Jace finds himself constantly bored, wanting more than anything to go back home and be away from this place. Until he meets Simon, a boy living down the hall, and finds himself falling for his nerdy charm and nervous stuttering. But Jace knows there’s more to Simon than meets the eye; like why he never eats around anyone, and always tries to hide his smile, and why there’s packs of blood with Simon’s name written on them stowed in the fridge down in the basement. Until Jace finds out the truth: Simon is a vampire who, by some miracle, can walk in daylight. And when Jace first sees Simon smile, it’s like a stake right to his own heart.

Isabelle finds herself drawn to the beautiful paintings hanging all over the manor, meeting the two responsible for them: Jocelyn and Clary Fray, two fiery redheads with a great gift for art. Along with Jocelyn’s detective husband, Luke, the three seem like any typical family. But Isabelle swears she can hear howling at night, and worse, finds strange creatures walking all over the house. She thinks she’s dreaming, until she finds a room that seems more like a cage in the basement, with claw marks all over the wall. And then Isabelle learns the truth: Luke is a werewolf, and Clary and Jocelyn can make their drawings come to life.

Promising to keep the secrets of the house, the Lightwood siblings find themselves thrown into the adventure their parents promised. What they never expected to find in the end, though, is love.

That’s How a Moment Lasts Forever - Post-BatB Oneshot

“Grandfather?”

“Mmm?”

“Why do you keep so many tea sets?”

The old man chuckled, leaning back in his armchair as he watched his littlest grandchild.  While her two older siblings had chosen to play outside in the snow, she stared at his bookcase, which, instead of being filled with books, was lined with teapots and teacups made of wood, porcelain, and china.

“Well, you know your father’s a potter; he gives me the ones that no one wants.”

“But do you even use them?” the girl asked.  “They’ve got chips and cracks in them.  They wouldn’t make good tea.”

“You are definitely your mother’s daughter,” the old man replied.  “I suppose…I keep them because they deserve a home, a place to belong.”

The girl raised her eyebrows.  “You make it sound like they’re alive.”

“Well…” The old man’s voice took on a spooky tone.  “Sometimes they talk to me at night.”

The girl laughed. “No they don’t!”

“No, they don’t,” he agreed, laughing in return.  “But can’t an old man have his hobbies?  I like antiques!  I’m a collector, always have been!  You see that?” He pointed at a tiny, intricately decorated box on the mantel above the fireplace.  “It plays a lullaby if you open it. The king’s grandfather made that for me when I was a boy.”

“Really?” The tea sets were momentarily forgotten as the little girl ran over to the mantel and seized the box in her hands.  

“Careful!” The man raised a gnarled hand, but there was no need; the girl set the box down with the utmost care.  She lifted open the box, revealing a tiny, incredibly detailed replica of a rose.  The rest of the inside was gold and cornflower blue, with a castle painted on the inside of the lid.  She located the winding handle on the side, and with a nod from her grandfather, wound it up and let it play.

At once, a little melody, strong but sweet, began to emit from the box, causing the rose to rotate slowly in place.  The girl sat, entranced by the box, while the man closed his eyes and hummed along.

“You won’t find a box like that anywhere else,” he finally said.  “That’s why it’s special.”

The girl waited until the last notes faded away, then looked up at her grandfather to ask him a question.  But what she saw startled her into concern rather than curiosity.

“You’re crying, Grandfather!”  She rushed forward, drawing out her handkerchief to wipe his tears away.  The song was beautiful, yes, but it wasn’t a song that should be cried over!

“Ah, well…” He smiled and let her wipe away his tears.  “You are very kind.  My mother used to sing that song for me.”  He didn’t need to say the rest.  

“Oh,” the girl whispered.  “I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t know,” the old man reassured her, smiling.  “Besides, I let that old box play every day, and you don’t see me crying all the time, do you?”

“No,” the girl answered, grinning.  “You’re very cheerful.”

“Well that’s good,” he exclaimed.  “I’m glad I didn’t grow up to be an old grump like my father did.”

They sat in silence for a few more minutes; she admiring the music box, and he gazing at the tea sets in the bookcase that he kept so well polished that the imperfections shone in the light.

“Do you want to know the real reasons behind the tea sets?” he asked suddenly, waking the girl from her short-lived reverie.  “Why I look after them like I do?  You have to promise not to laugh or walk away.”

The little one shrugged, but sidled up to her grandfather’s armchair.  “Okay.  Tell me.”

“Do you promise not to laugh?”

“I promise.” Her eyes gazed up at him, wide and trusting.

“It’s because I used to be one myself.”

The girl sat there, eyes wide, lips parted slightly in surprise.  She wanted to ask if it was a joke, but the old man looked completely serious.  And she was just at that age where she was learning to take care of herself, but still young enough to believe in fairy stories, if they were spun the right way.

“How?”

The old man’s lips curled into a real, genuine smile, one that only children would understand.  “Magic.”

“What happened?” the girl’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Well…sit back a little, and I’ll tell you,” the man replied.  “I was your age when this story took place.  It started with a spoiled prince, an old enchantress, and a young farm girl who saved us all…”


“You used to work at the castle?” the girl said after he had finished his tale.

“Well, it was mostly my mother; she was the head housekeeper.  I followed in the steps of my father, became a potter, and when I had your father, I taught him as well.  Hopefully your older siblings will carry on the family business for me.”

“I bet they will.”  The girl slumped in her chair.  But soon she straightened up again.  “Was the queen really an inventor?”

“Best in the world,” he replied.  “She’s the reason why you have a fountain behind your house for laundry.”

“Is the Enchantress still alive?”

“I have no idea. Probably.”

“Were the musicians really world-famous?”

“Of course they were.  Why would they lie?”

“Maybe to gain favor with the prince.”

“No, they’ve been in the paper before.  I have clippings, if you’re really that skeptical.”

“Wow…” For a moment she was lost in her own daydreams of what it would be like living with famous people.  But then another thought stole her mind away.  “Could Plumette really fly? Like a bird?”

“Even after the curse she could float for a while, if she wanted to.”

“And Lumiere?”

“What do you want me to say about him?  The man was an eccentric old codger right up until the day he…”  The man paused for a moment, lost in the past.  “Until he died.”

The girl pondered the word in silence, while the other sat in his armchair, thinking of times and thoughts that his granddaughter would never understand, no matter how much she listened, or how much she learned.  She would never learn to appreciate time as he had, especially now, after all these years.  And he was the last one, the one given the most time to contemplate what had happened.  Everyone else had already passed on.  

Sometimes, they would come to him in his dreams, as young as he remembered them that day: newly human and full of happiness.  Lumiere would ask him how old age was treating him, Chapeau would clap him on the back and comment on his family, his mother would wrap her arms around him and tell him how proud she was of him.  How proud they all were of him.

But Cogsworth always told him the time, how time was running out.  Tick-tock, there’s not much time left.  And though he always asked what Cogsworth meant, the old majordomo never explained himself, only kept repeating the same thing over and over again.  Even now, Cogsworth was still as incessant as a real clock.

And yet…though he had time well-spent…it never seemed like enough.  Well, not until now, as his youngest grandchild sat next to him, visions of magic and curses dancing in her head, the very age he was when the curse was cast.  Filled with the wonder of a story that would die with him.

“I have a special task for you, little one,” he murmured, and the girl’s eyes lit up.

“What is it?” she asked.  “Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”

“Don’t forget the story I’ve told you today.  Not a single word of it.  Write it down somewhere, make it a book.  And tell your grandchildren.  And have them tell theirs.”

“All right,” the child said.  “Is it that important?”

“I don’t want anyone to forget them,” he continued.  “They taught me a lesson; I am sure they will teach others too.  You’ve probably been told that nothing lasts forever, haven’t you?”

“That’s right,” she said.  “Mother told me that.”

“Well…this story only happened in a moment, out of all the time in the world.  And when I die, the days I’ve lived will disappear.  But now that I’ve told you, you can tell other people, and those people can tell other people, and the story will last longer than any of us.”

He wasn’t much of a storyteller at this age, but he could do this much for his family.  He didn’t live his whole life just to die without people really knowing what happened all those years ago.  It wasn’t just some curse; lessons were learned, and love was restored to the castle.  

“Okay.  I promise I’ll do it.  And my children will do it too.”  

Chip smiled and closed his eyes.  He could picture them now, in the castle, carrying out their duties, royalty and service alike.  Some would call them ordinary, but to him they were the most important people in the world.  They didn’t deserve to be fleeting.  They deserved to live on.  Through story, through song, through legend.

That’s how a moment lasts forever…when our song lives on.

If you wanna love Comic Negan and TV Show Negan, do it.

If you think the show is ruining him and hate TV show Negan, that’s fine.

If you have never read any of the comics, it’s okay.

And if daddy kink helps you get your rocks off, than by all means, call Negan Daddy.

We all celebrate Negan in our own ways.

Stop policing a fictional character. If you don’t like someone’s portrayal make your own.

I think it’s time we appreciated friends for what it really is: a sitcom about a lesbian couple, the lovely gay couple who live across the hall from them, their quirky pansexual best friend and the token heterosexual douche

Wet

Summary: These pranks are getting pretty out of hand… Enough said.

Pairing: Warren x Reader

Warnings: It might be intense fluff, it might be light smut… Who knows? Swearing, as always.

A/N: Currently super pissed off at tumblr right now. I had like 3 stories I was going to publish today and they all got deleted, so that was fun. If you guys have any alternatives to tumblr drafts could you message me bc I’m legit so lost… 😱 Sorry that this is super late. You guys should request for sure because this writer’s block is killing me. 😭 😭 

Originally posted by snarling-through-our-smiles


“Shit!” You gasped as you felt the icy water soak through your clothes. In an instant, you felt another balloon explode against you, drenching you once more. “What the fuck?”

You wiped the water from your eyes, shivering against the wind. You had just come out of the mansion with Jubilee, heading to the pond for a nice, relaxing lunch with Jean, Scott, and Kurt. Instead, the moment you stepped outside, you were attacked. 

“Nice!” 

You looked up to find Warren and Peter, perched in a tree with a bucket of water balloons. They hi-fived before Warren swooped down and Peter skidded to a stop at your left side with a cool gust of wind. 

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“Above all else, every human dies at some point. That’s why life is even more beautiful. That’s why the first thought I had once I got my memory back was to live each day as if it were my last. If today is my last day, this will be my final memory of the person I love. So I’d better live hard and love. That’s what I told myself.”

tvN Goblin – END

One of the main reasons this blog exists, and why I've gone so far in outting myself is simply because i am attempting to break drug user stereotypes and help people feel more comfortable with their lives. I never expected for this blog to become so popular worldwide, but now that you all have chosen to make it so, i just want you all to know I'm thankful to every fuckin one of you for supporting my crazy ass and i sincerely hope that my unorthodox methods are actually helping some of you besides just providing you with entertainment or someone to fantasize about or make fun of. We live in a fucked up judgemental society and it sucks,but you know what? idgaf about anyone's judgements towards me and never have and this blog is proof and I'm hoping that by putting my life on display like this inspires some of you to live the kind of life that YOU want without giving a shit what anyone thinks too. Im not doing this for praise or anything like that, tbh i only started the original methed up samurai blog as a place to dump my drug pics, but then i saw an opportunity to use this blog to fulfill a need that i see in society. So if you are thankful to me, please, show me your gratitude by freeing yourself from worrying about the opinions of others and start living in a way that's true to yourselves the same way Ive been incriminating the fuck outta myself here to show you that i have been. As long as you ain't hurting and no matter how different or bizarre you might think it is. That is the best way you can EVER repay me.

Originally posted by methed-up-samurai-is-a-ghost

anonymous asked:

Such a good scene (the ac) can you tell us more about you and you ass kicking wife?

well I have a cricketblogging tag where I’ve gushed abt her for the past several years so you can check that out lol

Well yeah um, we met in college studying game design, been together 6 years, lived together for 5 (in 3 diff apartments so far), we have a cat named magic, we’re both huge nerds and about 90% of our conversations revolve around videogame characters or jokes abt genitalia

Cricket is just like……amazing?? idk what to tell you, she’s great.

Besides being the strongest person I’ve ever met mentally and physically (she was in the army and can lift and carry me around despite me having a good 70 lbs on her), she’s a brilliant creative writer and artist and I love writing with her, we’ve written several novels worth of stuff together. She’s also so freaking smart and funny and just… the sweetest person, she lights up every room she’s in honestly. She’s been with me through so much and hopefully I can repay the favor over our lives together. She deserves every good thing in the world.

If all I do in my life is know what it’s like to love her that will have been a life worth living tbh.

Pilot Plays Sims part 1

I’m playing Sims with my sim and Nino right now living together. I will document my experience

- holy shit his last name is Torteese because i made him in like may of last year and didnt know his last name

-we’re dating oh my god

-Nino put your FUCKING SHIRT ON AND GO TO WORK

- kick it babe

- I dont remember giving myself purple highlights but you know what it works so we’ll let it go for now

- im so embarrassed that we’re dating tbh thats so embarrassing 

-Dude you’re feeling good right now why are you fucking around on the web!?

- he ‘revealed a deep secret’ to me but it was a picture of a mermaid? New Headcanon Nino is fuckin terrified of mermaids apparently

- i imagine he was like “I just dont understand. how do they poop? how do they anything!? i cant sleep at night because of this shit”

- we took a cute ass selfie

-mother fucker serenading me over some god damn eggs oh my god


I’m gonna be playing for awhile so Part 1 I guess

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I reached a follower milestone not too long ago, so here’s a chibi crew thanking you guys!

Thank you! o(*^▽^*)o

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I COULDN’T CONTROL MYSELF.
I’M IN LOVE WITH A FICTIONAL FEMALE CHARACTER DESIGN. 

SOMEONE HELP.

If you don’t like moodboards...

Then block the tags #moodboardstc and #moodboardscl because my next few non story posts will be moodboards :)

Tbh i’m quite proud! Two years ago i thought i’d never be able to draw boys and even if they aren’t uhm very manly? TADA! (ノ ▽ ;。) So, everyone, NEVER GIVE UP! Nothing is impossible! ♡ Neither Mika and Yuu’s hair So keep doing and drawing what you love and practice everyday ~  ( ,,`・ ω´・)9

anonymous asked:

How would you deal with parents who literally force you to get a boyfriend? I once as a joke told them that they don't even have to expect grandchildren because I'll live alone with cats and they were like: don't even try (that sounded like a threat tbh). I want children myself (which means that's the only reason I might have sex) but they're literally pressuring me 'cause I have never had a boyfriend while others have had at least a few at my age (19).

I’d either ignore them or fake one. It really depends in what ways they force you. If they force you by like pressuring with bullshit comments, that’s an annoying family thing that can be ignored. If they force you like set up dares for you, I’d be like this is my internet friend who is now my boyfriend.

anonymous asked:

Wait, why are Kidge shippers Slavs again?

The idea with Kidge Shippers as Slavs is new meme tbh. We are Slavs bc in the kidge/peith/keidge tag is a lot of fanon AUs for this ship since we still wait for new canon content and thats basically what Slav is talking about “In this reality there is 100% chance they like each other” or something like that :).