the making of all things bright and beautiful

So Harry went and did DADA talks at Hogwarts, and I will fight anyone who doesn’t think Ginny went back and ran coaching sessions.

Can you imagine being their kids??

Like Auror Potter, saviour of the wizarding world, tall and wiry and he’s probs got a scar or two at this point, and a beard and these sparkling emerald eyes and he… actually looks a bit scary except those eyes are always laughing and he’s so chilled out and he makes fun of himself a lot, and everyone’s like swwoooooooooon

And James, Albus, and Lily all tossing balled up pictures of Ginny at the back of people’s heads like stooooooooopp it, he’s maaaaarrriiiieeeddd

And Ginny Potter, war heroine and captain of the Holyhead Harpies and just generally the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, toned from her sport, with freckles across her nose and hazel eyes, all mischief, and this torrent of bright red hair that she keeps tied up while she’s playing then she steps off her broom and shrugs off the heavy outer playing robe and lets it down and it flows down over her shoulders like a lava spill, and everyone’s like swwoooooooooooooon

And James, Albus, and Lily all tossing balled up pictures of Harry at the back of people’s heads like stooooooooopp it, she’s maaaaarrriiiieeeddd


Happy birthday, Choi Sooyoung! (90.02.10)

Everyday you keep on growing into an even more beautiful person and it’s the biggest pleasure in the world to be able to witness that. Your kind heart and bright personality really make this world go around at a more peaceful pace, because even if things sometimes remain chaotic for a while, you always set the right example on what being human really means. Thank you for all the years you’ve spent with us and I hope we get to celebrate many more together. Thank you for all the love, joy and peace that you put into the world. Thank you for still being our cheerful princess, happy birthday  💖

one of the most beautiful things about harry is that he always leads by example. Saying “be a lover, give love, choose love, always” is already extremely important in itself, but it becomes a million times more meaningful when the person who pronounces these words also practices them everyday and makes you believe that it’s possible to be better people and believe in a brighter future. Even in all the pain and heartbreak and darkness, harry always manages to be a soothing and bright presence. I love him with everything I have.

My grandma lived under the house

by reddit user chewingskin

Before you read these moments from my life, I’d like to apologize for the language, but I’m trying to recall it from the exact detail.

During the months of June, July, and August, I spent many hot summers of my childhood at my Grandmother’s house further west on the island of Cape Breton. The forest was plentiful, the plains were a vibrant green, and my Grandmother’s house was a rickety old two-story that was built sometime in the 50’s and looked like it didn’t belong.

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  • Please Know That I’m Yours to Keep by pressurerin
    Summary: hogwarts!au; “Remember how I was making amortentia for my final potions project? Well, Isak ate some. And now…” Even gestured towards the way Isak was currently trying to lick his neck. OR; Even accidentally gives Isak a love potion.

  • I Guess I’m Floating by overestless
    Summary: Living with Isak causes Even to discover some of his habits.

  • all things soft and beautiful and bright by anathema (azirapha1e)
    Summary: Isak should’ve known it was a bad idea from the second he saw the Pinterest recipe, but - Well. He’s never claimed to be any good at saying no to Even.


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“My faith was shaped when I was a small child, and I was told that God loves everybody. When I got older, they started adding stuff on. I am not so big on the add-ons.
The church I grew up in had a retired missionary with an unconventional point of view. He was very much a ‘God loves you’ person and not a ‘You can’t wear makeup because Jesus won’t love you’ person. One Sunday he got up and told us a story that was given to him as a lesson by the missionary who trained him.
The church had a strong missionary connection in Swaziland, and they went and told some African tribe that Jesus only wants you to have one wife. The leader of the tribe had two wives at the time, so he said, ‘But I have two wives.’
The missionary was very stern about it and said, ‘No, Jesus only wants you to have one wife. You can only have one.’
So the missionary went off and came back after some days, and the leader of the tribe said, ‘Your Jesus is a good fellow, and I listened to what he had to say, and I have solved the problem. I now have only one wife.’
He had killed his younger wife.
He killed her because it was the logical thing to do. Because she had been his wife, she had no value to anyone else. She would’ve been ostracized, no man would’ve wanted her, no one would’ve hunted for her, she would’ve had no food, and no one would’ve spoken to her. Killing her was an act of kindness. From his perspective, the missionary had told him, ‘Jesus wants you to kill one of your wives. Which one are you going to kill?’
So Ed told us the story and said, ‘You need to understand that you have to be very careful when you talk with people about the rules.’ He also told us about the woman who came into church, came down in front of everyone, accepted Jesus, did all of those things, and it was a beautiful thing. Then the ladies in the church came to congratulate her and welcome her into the church by telling her she couldn’t wear make-up and those earrings had to go. They never saw her again.
So, when I turned 18 and went off to college, one of the first things I did was get my ears pierced three times, shave my head and dye my hair bright blue.”

Hubbardston, MA

Every Road (1)  (Soulmate au)

Summary: One day every human being on the planet received a mark in some place on their body at the same time; these marks are the initials of your soulmate and their date of birth. What do you do when your soulmate is not the person that you have a relationship with?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1144

Warnings: Angst, fuffly and other sad things.

Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta, you are Amazing and a cute pie.

Originally posted by sssmcdlove

Originally posted by thaisiensen-blog

The universe decided to give everyone a gift, a soulmate. Someone that could understand you like nobody ever did, someone who would give you exactly what you need it and you could give them the same.

One day every human being on the planet received a mark in some place on their body at the same time; this mark was the initials of your soulmate and their date of birth. You received yours in the shower when you felt something on your hip.

It wasn’t painful, was more like getting a tattoo, uncomfortable and annoying. You don’t dare to look right away, you feel that something changed but you can’t say if it was something good or not.

You keep staring at your engagement ring, what are the odds of your fiancé being your soul mate? You two barely spend time together anymore, he was always working or out with his friends.

 You take off your robe, looking at the mirror you see J.B.B  03.10.1917 on your hipbone. You take a deep breath not only your fiancé wasn’t your soulmate but he was a really old guy.

You start crying not knowing what to do, part of you was already accepting that you were going to die alone and that Ryan was not the right guy for you. The other part was praying that maybe you would find someone with the same bad lucky as you.

You stayed in your bed for hours until you heard the front door of your flat being open, you see your fiancé entering the door with a guilty expression on his face and smelling like cheap sex  “Are you going to break up with me, Ryan?” He sits by your side on the bed and catches your hands on his “I know my soulmate, I knew her all my life and I always knew that I loved her. But you always seemed the right thing.”

“Did you ever sleep with her while we are together?” He squeezes your hand trying to bring you some comfort “A few times… I can’t explain, it always felt so right, being around her always felt so good and right.” Your heart broken taking the best of you, you slap Ryan’s face “I deserved that.”

“Yes, you did, here take this. I want you out of this house by tomorrow morning.” You say handing him your ring. You put the first piece of clothing you find and leave the flat thinking about what you are doing next.

You start driving; you don’t know for how long, you only stop when you see a small bar down the road. You feel a lot of things right now, anger, sadness and fear. You know that your soulmate is alive; you know that he feels as lost as you and it surprises you that he can still see anything with the old age.

You start to drink, but nothing can make this hopeless feeling go away. You try beer, wine and vodka but nothing seems to be able to make you drunk enough to relax. You consider having sex with the guy that is eying you all night but it feels wrong.

It was a beautiful night, the stars were shining so bright and the cold air gave you the comfort you were looking for all night. You sit on a bench seeing people entering and exiting the bar. One particular tall guy catches your attention, he is gorgeous and looks dangerous.

He has beautiful dark brown hair and the most piercing blue eyes you have ever seen. Feeling brave you decide to talk to the guy, you don’t feel like you have nothing left to lose “Hey, handsome, do you have some light?”

He blushes at your words, you find this adorable “This stuff can kill you.” You laugh at him “We aren’t all gonna die anyway?” He shrugs taking the cigarette from your hands “Yes, but that doesn’t mean that you have to speed the process.”

“You don’t even know me, why do you care?” The guy stays in silence for a few minutes, for a moment you even feel grateful for the guy, he is not letting you go down in a rabbit hole with a new addiction “I like to prevent people from making bad choices.”

“What a hero.” You say sarcastic, he sits by your side and asks sweetly “Do you want to talk about what is bothering you?”  You shake your head a no, biting your lip you ask “Why you are being so nice? What do you want from me?”

“You look like you need a friend, someone to talk to and I don’t know why I feel as if I need to help you.” His voice is sincere, you feel the need to tell him everything that’s bothering you but you stay silent not trusting yet on the strange man by your side “I’m not gonna pressure you to tell me anything, but I might help.”

You smile sadly at him “Have you received your soulmate mark today?” He nods “Do you know them?” This time he shakes his head a no, you continue to talk “Don’t you think it’s cruel? We have to spent our whole lives searching for someone, doesn’t matter who that person is or what they done.”

He puts his hands on yours, you feel some kind of electricity running through your body but you try not giving much thought about it, maybe it’s just your drunken brain acting “Maybe you are looking this the wrong way, it’s not a punishment it’s a gift. A person who will… complete you and love you no matter what.” 

A few tears scape from your eyes “It sucks, I’m never gonna have this… sorry… I should go home.” You get up too fast, you would almost fall if it wasn’t for him “I’m not gonna let you drive, do you want me to call someone to pick you up?”

You shake your head, so he asks “Do you want a lift?” You feel the uncertainty in his voice “I don’t even know your name.” He laughs still holding you by the waist “You can call me Bucky.” For the first time in the night you give him a genuinely smile “What kind of name is this?”

“Oh no, doll, my name is James Buchanan Barnes, so Bucky is a nickname.” You feel yourself falling again, you introduce yourself watching as he gets pale. You get off his arms and he says “It’s you.”

“That’s not possible; you are thirty something not a hundred years old.” You see him taking a deep breath and pushing his hair back “Actually, I don’t know how to explain to you…” You don’t know what to say, you trusted him and this is odd.

“Sorry, I just can’t, James… not right now.”


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so alec loves making breakfast in bed for magnus like it’s his favorite thing ever so he gets up all the time and makes magnus the most elaborate dishes and he’s so extra™ about it but nothing makes him happier to see magnus’ reaction to french toast and watch him eat it, eyes bright and lips dusted with powdered sugar as he says “thank you, baby” through a mouthful of food, hair crazy and no makeup on his face, wearing nothing but boxers and alec thinks he looks more beautiful than ever when magnus presses his mouth against his, humming softly and tasting like strawberries and syrup.

and one day, alec decides, for fun, to film himself making breakfast for magnus and his reaction and shows it to legit everyone he knows and isabelle thinks it’s the cutest video on the planet so she secretly uploads it to youtube and alec finds out and is like WHAT TAKE IT DOWN ISABELLE I’M WEARING NOTHING BUT SWEATPANTS IN THAT VIDEO but then he sees all the likes and comments and he gets so happy!!!!! that people enjoy seeing him making his boyfriend happy!!!!!

so it becomes a thing where alec starts a channel called “breakfast for my boyfriend” where he chats at the camera while making magnus belgian waffles or an omelette so it’s like a personal vlog but also showing people how to make certain types of breakfast dishes and it always ends with alec knocking on magnus’ door like “love? can i come in?” and presenting him the food and magnus’ bright smile charms viewers so much and he can be seen repeatedly pecking alec’s cheek with his arms around his neck while alec waves goodbye at the camera.

soon alec spices it up and is like “okay guys now im making DINNER for my boyfriend” and the channel gains more subscribers and sometimes magnus hacks it to make food for alec (which alec pretends to hate because ‘that’s my thing!!!!’ but he loves it) and will always sign off with a cheerful wave and a hushed voice as alec buries his face in his neck, sleeping peacefully after a hearty and delicious meal.

and later these food vlogs become vlogs about their regular lives like alec doing push-ups and magnus telling him for every ten push-ups he gets a kiss (alec obviously starts doing them faster) or like going to ikea and pretending it’s their home and getting kicked out (they’re laugh crying at the end of the video) to alec suprising magnus with a special serenade from simon on ukulele or maybe alec filming magnus in the car hardcore rapping to kendrick lamar and saying in the background, “that’s my boyfriend” cause he’s so freaking proud.

and when the kiddos come along they don’t stop vlogging in fact they vlog even more and their channel has such a following like they’re famous now and max and rafael are total stars, putting their faces close to the camera and going “HIIIIIIII” to helping one of their dads make breakfast for their other dad.

anyways malec vlogging about their lives and being happy with their kids is an aesthetic and a dream

there on a balcony in summer air



shoutout to @parlegee for proofreading, ur the number one

Considering how much the general universe seems to specifically have it out to ruin his life, Jake thinks that he’s been having a pretty amazing day so far.

Of course, it is his wedding day, so it’s inherently supposed to be a good one, unless he’s the generic fiance from all those rom coms who isn’t right for spunky Jennifer Garner and Matthew McConaughey is scheduled to burst through the doors roughly three hours ago yelling I object. Jake’s pretty sure that that movie doesn’t actually exist, but the concept of it is kind of terrifying, because what if he is Random Wrong Fiance No. 23, except instead of Matthew McConaughey ruining things, the ceiling falls in, or Amy gets abducted by aliens. Or worst, Charles gets abducted by aliens. Or even worst, Gina’s baby gets abducted by aliens.

That would definitely be the worst of all, Jake thinks, because Gina would never let any of them forget that her progeny was probably the youngest person ever to do space travel.

Jake’s point, he thinks, getting back on topic – he should really be concentrating on his dancing, because he and Amy nearly just crashed into Holt and his mom, which, wow, that’s making him emotional, look at the ceiling, Jake – God, anyways. There’s gotta be a rule, somewhere, is what Jake’s trying to say. A rule, somewhere in the universe, right, that wedding days are off limits for terrible awful no-good bad stuff to happen. If it’s not a rule already, he’s making it a rule.

Or like, maybe Amy could make it a rule, because she’s a Sergeant now, so she has more authority than him.

Something – something like that.

That being said, it’s not like the universe hasn’t tried to derail this monumentous occasion (yes Amy, monumentous is a word, I didn’t mean monumental, I looked it up on the dictionary app – yes a reliable one, no, my voice is not cracking like it does when I’m telling a lie –)

It’s not like there haven’t already been some hardcore attempts at day-derailing, is all he’s saying, so maybe the rule thing is just wishful thinking on Jake’s part. Thus far, from eight forty-two this morning all the way until exactly two minutes ago when Charles burst into tears over the remains of the wedding cake again, approximately five near-catastrophes have occurred. At least five. If not more. Jake can’t remember if there were more or less, so he makes a mental list, just to be sure.

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When you go and I’m alone, you live in my imagination. The summertime and butterflies all belong to your creation. I love you, that’s all I do. I love you.

What it's like falling for the sign
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b></b> (Check the persons sun or Venus you are falling for. If you check your own, that shows how the person who's falling for you feels like.)<p/><b>Aries:</b> You crave for closeness with them. You beg for them not to leave. It's hard to tell them tho, cause whenever you are with them, you forget what you were planning to say. Their presence makes you live in the moment. Falling for an Aries is like spending New Year's eve every day.<p/><b>Taurus:</b> "Oh shit I like them." Falling for a Taurus messes you up. You find yourself defending them. Having eye contact with them makes you calm and gives you hope. It would seem so easy to just make them be with you, but because they are so sweet you just do anything to make them happy. It really feels like Valentine's day to crush on them.<p/><b>Gemini:</b> You know they are a little shit and you like it. They make you feel a little spark every time you see them. Their smirk is your daydream. Seeing them walk away hurts your heart so bad. Surprisingly seeing them somewhere lights your happiness and excites you. Falling for a Gemini feels like the last week of school.<p/><b>Cancer:</b> You always find yourself wondering how come didn't you fall for them earlier. How could you not notice all these cute things in them. Every day you find something new to love in them. You wanna take care of them and share your live with them. You'd give them the moon. Falling for a Cancer is comforting. A good night's rest after a long day.<p/><b>Leo:</b> You knew they were beautiful, but when you fall, oh how can they shine so bright. You find yourself looking at them the way you've never looked at anyone else. You'd give them anything if they asked. Making them sad is your biggest fear. You want to be the wall they can lean on. You want their approval. The feeling you have when falling for a Leo is the same when having a romantic dinner.<p/><b>Virgo:</b> You would be the happiest person on earth, if you could just spend time with them. Being somewhere with them and getting to watch them live feels like an ultimate prize. Their laugh is your lullaby. Their touch would make you fel so accepted. You wanna be the thing for them to study and make them let you learn about them. Falling for a Virgo feels like a privilege.<p/><b>Libra:</b> It feels so sweet falling for them. You want to drown yourself in false hope. You do everything to brighten their days, but they don't notice. It's frustarating, but they give you the most to daydream about. If they looked you in the eye, your heart would stop. Your days feel like Christmas parties.<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> Falling for a Scorpio is so intense. You would throw yourself out there for them any time. Their touch makes you feel so wanted. You could just stand there and admire them for days. Kissing those lips is what you dream every time. The way they look at you makes you wanna do crazy things. It feels like being a voodoo doll when you fall for a Scorpio.<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> It feels like they put a spell on you and are now acting all innocent about it. Their charm caught you and now you are trying to understand what should you do. It's frustarating, not knowing how they react to anything. You try to show them how much you care, but you don't know if they understand. Falling for a Sagittarius is like talking to someone behind a wall.<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> They seem so cute. Too cute. You can't handle their cuteness anymore. All their feelings are hidden and you are trying to find them. It feels like they are calling for you and running away from you at the same time. You try to let them know, but they seem to ignore or misunderstand everything you say. It's like playing hide and seek with someone who's so much better at it than you.<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> They seemed like so much trouble and still you fell. You let them take you. It feels pretty lonely to like an Aquarius. World makes less sense. Falling for an Aquarius feels like following them into a labyrinth and being left behind. Aquarius' happiness is the thing you crave for, so it doesn't matter to you.<p/><b>Pisces:</b> When you fall for a Pisces, you don't care about the flaws you are seeing when you get to know them. Even with their flaws they seem so flawless. Making a Pisces smile feels like such an achievement, even if it's not that hard. You just wanna sit there and watch them be happy. Falling for a Pisces feels like watching a child learn.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
QUEENS REC : list of wonderful and amazing Malec and Shadowhunters fanfictions' writers - PART 1

I wanted to make a fanfics rec for a long time but there are so many it’s impossible de choose ! I can’t. So instead, I’ve made a writer’s rec. A queens rec, because let face the truth: they are queens. All of them (and a few kings, probably. I still haven’t met you sorry).

We have so many talented writers in this fandom, it’s a blessing. I said it before but I’ll never stop saying it: thank you, you gave me back the love of reading.

Selecting only a few was heartbreaking. Please forgive me. You all deserve a crown. I’ll give you one, in time, I promise.

If you don’t know her work you’re really missing something. Her two fics are simply amazing !

She has a way to take us so deep in hers characters mind that is stunning. Hers fics are not only Malec center so everyone has a place and is very well studied. It’s invigorating ! She doesn’t leave anyone on side and even has interesting OCs.

How to save a family is really brilliant for that. My favorites are Maryse and Jocelyn, two astounding mother figures with all hers complexity. The case of Max is also a very interesting and emotional one. I’ll let you find out why.

The confrontation between Alec and his AU self in Never stand between two mirrors is worth reading ! Intense and funny moments guaranteed.

Her serie of prompts Spaces Between is also remarkable and offer the scenes and POV we deserve.

Never stand between two mirrors
How to save a family*
Spaces between (serie)*

Lucile has gold in her hands. Really. She’s one of the best autor I ever read. But you surely already knew that.

You’re caught as soon the first sentence and emerged only at the end, three hours later (for the short one). You haven’t drunk, eaten or moved between. You just read because that was the only think you could do. Maybe you live-tweeted to yell at her but that’s the only exception.

Yes, I’m a big fan and have literally no will-power when it comes to Lu’s fics. First I scream when I receive the email or see the post, then I drop everything I’m doing to go read it. And let me tell you : I regret nothing. I’m not disappointed. Ever.

She has already written so many fics and I didn’t even read them all (I know I’m a walking scandal, don’t remind me ! I live with the shame everyday) but if I’ll have to chose one, it will be without a doubt Bright Lights, Small Town. This fic is a masterpiece. A beautiful, so well-written original story with strong and deep characters. It’s Magnus’ POV and he is just so endearing and vulnerable that you want to protect him at all cost ! This fic is about family, friendship and love. It’s about grief, moving on and make choices. This fic is about finding a home and there is not a single thing I don’t like about it. It has touched me in a way I can’t described. Run for it if you haven’t.

To build a home (serie) : Bright Lights, Small Town and extras
Stars Aligned (serie) : And the oscar goes to and following
I see fire
Dead men no tales

Basically you’ll need a blanket, severals hot chocolate (or tea), a lot of tissues, and a loving pet or a plush to get over of her AU fics.

I’m not kidding ! Paparazzi is the most painful fic I’ve ever read, and I’ve read a lot. My heart broke at each chap and there 17 of them so far. The last part of chap 1 of Addicted to you put me on the floor for hours and chapter two was a roller-coaster for my nerves, always promising the sweet candy of happiness and fluff only to take it away before you could even grab it. In summary, Alec is an idiot and Magnus needs a hug or vice-versa. They’re two idiots in love with each others but don’t realize or accept it and make us suffer for their ignorance or stupidity.

But like her writing is so good I’m willing to suffer, and so should you. When angst is well-written it becomes more bearable (do you see the auto-persuasion here?). So be warn but go for it anyway. She promised happy ending so what’s a few stabs in the heart ?

Addicted to you
My true love gave to me

Jackie. Where do I begin ?

Once again I think I don’t have to introduce you to Take me to church, or as we can call it : the longest slow burn ever made. I really hope I don’t. If I do let me ask you something: where you living in a cave without wifi ? That the only excuse I’ll accept.

Slow burn takes all its meaning here. I hope you have patience. Like a lot. No seriously. Love make people blind but at this point it just ridiculous and you just want to bump into the story and scream at this two idiots desperately in love with each others. And you know the worse ? You watch them fall in love. Both of them. So you know. Izzy knows. Jace knows. Catarina knows. Everybody knows. Except them of course.  And on  top on that you have cute Clace and Sizzy, a strong parabatai bond, a brilliant Max Lightwood, Ragnord and Cat as friends of the years but for each year, and a helpful Raj.

I’ve hesitated with Queen of roller-caster because damn I hope you have a good heart. I don’t know how mine survived. Jackie have a way to snap your happiness in one sentence, make you scream of fear the next one to finally made you melt of cuteness two second later. It’s incredible. Seriously my heart had beated so fast so many times while reading this fic ! But you feel so alive, it’s worth it.

And her writing is just a blessing. I don’t count the number of times I had to stop reading because a sentence was so beautifully written that I had to take a moment. There is talent here. This fic really has a particular place in my heart. It’s one of the most beautiful and powerful love story I had the chance to read.

Oh and Fools rush in is extra ! Very different, much more fun and lightly that TMTC but still with angst because it’s Jackie and she can’t help it.

Take me to church*
Fools rush in*
Complete me

I was about to post this rec but Sam posted chapter 17 of In the sin bin before I could and now I don’t think she deserve to be in it anymore…

Yes that chapter ruined me and I’m still pissed. Who’s else ? Raise your hands !

Who else was already on the floor because of the last part of chapter 16 ? Welcome to the club.

And did you see it coming ? No ?! Yeah me neither ! And do you know why ? Because that’s what Sam does ! She always find something to surprise us (or kill us in that case). You think it’ll be okay, they’re going to be happy and then BAM cliffhanger, everything falls apart. How many times did she do that in 17 chapters ? (It was rhetorical question don’t answer that. I don’t want to know). I’m talking about ITSB but chapter 13 of Home was the same. If you read it now you’ll just have to click on next chapter, we had to wait a whole day to find out ! Hearthless.

I’m yelling because that’s what I do but ISTB is a must-read and a fantastic original story. I didn’t know anything about hockey, it’s not really a famous sport in France and I’m the less sportive person you’ll ever met. But reading Sam’s games ? Jesus I hope you have a good heart and aren’t in a public area. It’s more than likely that you’ll scream (of joy and frustration).

But ISTB is not about just hockey. Is about incredible and deep characters. You’ll find in love with Max Lightwood, he has even less chill than Lu. You’ll find in love with Magnus and his suits, Alec and his bread (just kidding they have amazing personality too). You’ll watch them fall in love. Because ITSB is about love, but also about friendship, family, support and team up. ITSB is about taboo and fame, about press and blackmail, about finding yourself and fight in what you love and believe.

In the sin bin*
Glimpses of Malec*

*those fics are not complete

anonymous asked:

S and m boys with a belly dancing s/o

Honestly I love bellydancing! This is cute, thanks anon!!~Mun M


Shu: As long as they could dance to Tchaikovsky, he’s all for it. He especially enjoys having his own personal dancer

Reiji: He admires the way his S/O’s anatomy moves like its liquid, and enjoys watching them dance

Ayato: His favorite part was the clothes; he liked watching the flowy fabric move as if it were its own separate being

Kanato: The calm, focused expression and calculated moves captured his attention easily. He would rarely admit his appreciation for the art though

Laito: The way his S/O’s hips moved was probably the sexiest thing he’d ever seen; he kept trying to touch their hips just to make sure they were still attached 

Subaru: His face turns bright red when he sees his S/O dancing, but he honestly admires their talent


Ruki: The sheer skill it took to belly dance amazed him. It seemed like he was in a trance when he watched his S/O dance

Yuma: He knew the human body was capable of amazing things, but he couldn’t understand how thier body looked so airy and flawless 

Kou: Any kind of dancing fascinated him. He would think his S/O’s dance was beautiful, and he’d probably try to learn it too

Azusa: All he could do was watch his S/O dance in awe. The dance was simply too much for words

Winter bliss

Based on: this request by Anonymous (I hope you like it sweetie!!!! Thank you so, so much for your patience!!!!) + this imagine from @imaginexhobbit.

The Elvenking feels lonely and needs some cuddles…. Any volunteers?

Originally posted by ayh-yeter-bhe

“That’s really an amazing steed, my lord.”

It had all started with an innocent, truly innocent comment, just because you were really admiring the King’s Elk, the majestic animal that he rode out of the palace. Thranduil had simply smiled at you warmly and fondly.

“May I take you for a ride on it, then?” he had offered.

And so there you were, sitting on the large saddle, your King sitting behind you, his strong hands holding the reins to lead the meek but imposing Elk. The wood was quiet and silent, the only noises were the animal’s stride and breath and the clatter of the King’s sword at his side: he had taken his weapon with him, for no guards were escorting you. It was just you and Thranduil.

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Heartbroken and feelings

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Prompt: “George x reader were he is convinced she’s in love with Fred because they’ve been spending time together and he’s heartbroken but really they’ve been talking about her feelings for George during that time because she’s convinced she isn’t good enough ??? Maybe it all comes to a fluffy head at the burrow during the holidays? :)”

Requested?: Yes, by the lovely anon:)

(A/N): I suck at titles. Someone teach me how to make good titles. I have a lack of that talent. 

Originally posted by mikeys-bitchh

George Weasley had a secret. No, he didn’t kill a man, no, he didn’t steal all the gold. He was in love with a girl, Y/n Y/l/n. She was smart, beautiful kind and funny. She had talent for a lot of things, but her smile was so bright, that thousands of wands couldn’t recreate such a brightness. 

George, however hadn’t told anyone, not even his own brother, Fred Weasley. That was because she was spending so much time with Fred lately, he was certain she was in love with Fred. And George didn’t want to stop their happiness. He sat alone on the sofa in the common room. Y/n and Fred were off, doing whatever they were doing. Little did he know, they were just talking in the library, about a certain person.


“Fred, I don’t know if you get it.” Y/n sighted as she pressed her head against the wooden table. Her heart was racing from frustration. “I’m just not good enough for your brother. He is smart and funny, not to mention pretty handsome. And I am just… Me.” 

“No, Y/n. You are the one who doesn’t get it. He would be luck to have someone like you. You are beautiful, smart and, I got to admit; if you try, you can be funny.” Fred threw his arms in the air. “You got to deal with you feelings one time soon.” Fred continued, his voice softer. 

“I know, but I don’t know if I can accept a ‘no’.” She looked up at Fred, her eyes big and sad. 

“You don’t have to take a no. You are a strong, independent woman. You can get what you want.” Fred shrugged. 

“Yeah, thank you. I guess that’s why you have so many dates.” Y/n said with a raised brow. 

“Hey, I’m just saying that he would probably date you.” 

Y/n huffed and looked away. “Yeah, maybe if I was better. Maybe if I was good enough.” Fred sighted dramatically, they had been talking about this for a few months now. 

“Woman, you are going to kill me one day.” 


George looked up as Fred and Y/n came in, obviously arguing about something. “Hey guys!” George said, happy that there was some kind of amusement. The arguing stopped and they both put on their innocent smiles. 

“Hello George.” Fred said with a smile. “I’m sorry, if you’ll excuse me.” He said, winking at Y/n before heading to his dorm. George raised a brow. 

“yeah, I should probably finish this essay.” Y/n said, her cheeks growing red. George, scratching the back of his neck, stepped aside. 

“I thought you were studying with Fred?” He asked, unsure if he wanted to know the answer. Y/n froze for a second before pretending to be okay. 

“We had important things to discuss, so we didn’t study much.” She breathed out. 

“You were gone for almost three hours, and I couldn’t join you.” George said softly. Without an answer, Y/n left the room, faster then she had ever done before. 

“Why are you avoiding me?” George asked his brother. 

“i certainly am not ignoring you. I am just spending time with Y/n.” Fred said with raised brows. 

“Yes, with your girlfriend!” George spat, hurt in his eyes, his voice bitter. He walked away. He walked away from his brother. Away from his problems. But he took his pain with him. 

George found himself sitting on a stair, he didn’t even know where he was. And he didn’t care. With a sight, he ran his hand over his face, only to find his voice wet with tear. He hadn’t noticed he was crying. He didn’t want to be sad, because Fred and Y/n were probably happy together. Yet, he couldn’t get rid of the aching pain in his chest. He knew his heart was broken. But he didn’t want to say, or even think about that. He needed to find peace with the fact that Y/n would be happy with Fred. There was nothing he could do about it. 


The twins sat in the train back home. it was Christmas break and Y/n got to stay with the Weasley’s for four days. Her parents were on a trip for work, and couldn’t make it in time. She and her best friends had been looking forwards to this moment, but it was really awkward. George didn’t say anything, he kept staring out the window. Fred was eying the two of them with confused looks. Y/n sighted and moved closer to George, placing a hand on his leg. He shot up and looked at her before his eyes drowned back in sadness. 

“Georgie, what is wrong? You have been acting strangely the last couple of days.” Y/n asked concerned. Her brows knitted together, a questioning look on her face. 

“Nothing is wrong Y/n. I’m fine.” He snapped. Slightly surprised by his respond, she moved back away. 

“Okay then, George.” Both of them felt a sting of pain in their chest by the way Y/n’s voice sounded. The warm, sweet tone was gone. She sounded distant, and cold. She had always known George would never see her like that. But this wasn’t something he would ever say to her. She guessed he didn’t even want to be friends. 


The event on the train seemed to be forgotten when everyone was in the Burrow. Ron wasn’t there, he had stayed a Hogwarts with hermione and Harry. It was the second night, and Y/ tortured with horrible nightmares. She shot up and looked around, a soft gasp leaving her lips. She remembered where she was when she heard Ginny turn around. Shaking, Y/n got up, wanting a glass of water. 

The stairs were unfamiliar, and when she bumped into someone, she softly squealed before feeling an arm around her waist. 

“Y/n?” It was George. Y/n relaxed but George kept his arm around her waist. 

“Why are you up?” Y/n was aware of his arm around her waist, the nightmare almost forgotten. 

“I had a nightmare, wanted something to drink. Nothing special. What about you?” 

“I haven’t slept well in a few days.” George admitted. Y/n was concerned, he did sound tired lately. 

“You know, my mother had told me a trick. Let’s go to the kitchen, maybe it’ll work.” Y/n let her hand slide in George’s hand and pulled him with her. 


“So, what is this magic trick your mother had thought you?” George asked as Y/n opened the fridge. She smiled and shook her head. 

“You’ll see.” She mixed some milk and chocolate, honey and a few herbs. she added sugar and poured it in a cup. “Drink.” George raised a brow at her and smiled. 

“Chocolate milk?” He asked. Y/n just grinned and waited for him to take a sip. Y/n smiled when she saw his eyes grow big and look back into the cup. 

“Y/n, what did you do with it? It is good, but weird.” Y/n smiled and shook her head. 

“It’s the herbs. It will help you. Just drink it and go to bed.” She smiled and made an attempt to leave. Yet, now maybe was the time to ask the question that had been bothering her for a while. 

“George, are you mad at me?” 

“Why would you think that?” His voice sounded really surprised. 

“It’s just… You have been ignoring me, almost. Did I do something wrong?” George swallowed, feeling nervous. 

“No, I was just a jerk I think.” Y/n jumped on the table, her legs dangling over the edge of the table. 

“Why do you say that?”

“I should just have accepted the fact that you and Fred are a couple. I mean, it was hard for reasons you wouldn’t understand but I’m really trying-” George got cut of by her laughter. 

“Why are you laughing.” 

“Because Fred and I aren’t a couple.” Y/n said, wiping away a tear. 

“yes, we spent a lot of time together, but not because I liked him! I asked him for advice, because I did like someone else and he is one of my best friends.” 

“Then why didn’t you ask me?” 

“Because it would have been rather awkward to talk about the feelings I have about you.” Y/n clapped a hand in front of her mouth, eyes wide. George was also surprised. 

“You… Like me?” Y/n sighted and rubbed her forehead, running her hands through her hair. 

“Yes. I do.” 

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” George was talking quit, like they were talking about something no one could hear. 

“Because I’m not good enough for you, obviously.” She stated. That comment hurt George, because she was everything he had ever dreamed of. Kind and sweet, funny and sarcastic, bright smile and eyes that held whole universes. Not to mention her pretty face or amazing body. 

“Why would you say that? You are the most sweetest, funniest, smartest and most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. When I first saw you, I knew I was lost. I knew my heart had belonged to you. It was like I saw an angel. Then I talked to you, and you were what I could only describe as a real angel.” 

“When did you get so sappy?” Y/n asked with a soft laugh. George smiled and brushed a lock of hair out her face. 

“I’m acting from my heart.” He whispered before leaning in and kissing her. Y/n was gladly surprised, she smiled against his lips and grabbed his collar, bulling him in between her legs. Her lags wrapped around his waist, hands on his face and neck. His hands lay on her waist and side of her face. He smiled too. The long kiss got interrupted by a yawn from George. 

“I guess the ‘magic trick’ does work?” She asked with a grin. “You better get into bed.” She said. George groaned. 

“But I want to kiss you again.” he whispered in her ear before kissing her cheek. 

“We will have time tomorrow.” She laughed. Jumping of the table, she pecked his lips. “Sweet dreams, Georgie.” She softly winked and turned around, walking a way. 

That night, a grin rested on both of their lips. They couldn’t wipe it off. They felt happy, knowing their feelings were answers. Knowing they wouldn’t be alone, they would have each other. 

Adrien Agreste Headcanons

These were too fun to make. Feel free to add on at the end!!!

* Adrien can be very overly touchy with people he considers friends. He’s been so sheltered that he doesn’t really understand when you should give people high-fives vs. when you should pull them close and hug them. The shoulder thing is just a scratch of the surface; if Adrien considers you a friend, he openly will hold, hug, or kiss you on the cheek without hesitation. He doesn’t understand why it makes some people so flustered.

* To follow that last bullet, Adrien also doesn’t understand the concept of personal space. While Marinette thinks it’s cute, Nino has to constantly remind Adrien to stop standing so close. This is also the reason why Adrien never thinks to push Chloe away.

* Cat memes. Not only will he show people meme after meme, but he will occasionally slip in one that he made himself and become delighted when people laugh at it along the others.

* He has the most beautiful handwriting out of everyone in class.

* He’s really into theatre, but never got into it because of being homeschooled.

* I’ve always had the head-canon that Adrien is bi. He obviously started modeling at a young age, and so he’s been exposed to not only beautiful women, but beautiful men his entire life. I can guarantee he’s had some genuine crushes on other guys.

* He’s also not afraid to admit he’s bi/give other guys compliments. He once openly told Nino how beautiful he was and Nino turned BRIGHT RED

* sugaraholic, but we all know this

* Cannot sleep unless he’s cuddling something, whether it’s a pillow, ladybug plush, or Marinette herself

* Didn’t know this about himself until Nino pointed it out (added to the list of 200000 things Adrien Agreste has done to make his best friend Nino severely uncomfortable)

* One time he made Nathalie laugh and he wouldn’t stop smiling for like a week

* Shows the cooks sneak peaks of his father’s upcoming magazines in exchange for secret sweets from the kitchen

* Buys Christmas presents for every butler, cook, and staff member. Every. Single. One.

* Everyone on Gabriel’s fashion staff who isn’t cold hearted or narcissistic loves Adrien and sees him for the big sweetheart he is (some of them even resent Gabriel for making such a kind kid do something he hates so much)

* LOVES the holidays even though his dad doesn’t really celebrate them with him

* Most of the books in his upstairs library are anime and manga, but the rest are classic literature. He loves reading the classics as much as he loves reading comic books

* Tried Tumblr once but freaked out and quit when he saw a cuss word

* He’s one of those people who has to fill his coffee with a crap ton of sweetener and milk in order to drink it

* Doesn’t have 20/20 vision!!! (His father fiercely denied it so he wouldn’t have to get glasses, but eventually gave in to contacts when he witnessed Adrien literally almost falling off the stage of the runway because Adrien thought he had another 5 feet)

* Adrien hates his contacts because he secretly loves the glasses aesthetic


* Grew up playing dress up and dolls with Chloe. Because of this, he never gave/gives into dumb masculinity peer pressure

* Woke up a staff member in the middle of the night to “free a spider” because he wouldn’t let them kill it (yes I realize this is the same boy who risks his life to save his city every day)

Feel free to add on!!

She Had A Way With Words

Lafayette x Fem!Reader


Words: 1871

Warning: God, Churchy things at the beginning, LGBTQ+ Community, Anti-LGBTQ+ Community, Sexism, some Google Translated words 

Request:Hi! Can I request a fan fiction in hamiltime where the reader is a giant feminist and lgbtq+ supporter and protests her thoughts. At a lgbtq+ rally, she meets all of the Hamilsquad. She becomes best friends with the Hamilsquad and grows a crush on Lafayette. After she loses a public debate, she gets pissed that she lost and goes into a rage, and while the whole Hamilsquad tries to calm her, Laf really calms her down and it’s super fluffy!! Thank you! 😙 - @oliviam2004

A/N: I’m sorry this took a while to write. I have been really sick over the past week and I’m still not feeling very good. I would have wrote an imagine or two if it was just a cold, but what I have makes me really dizzy. Anyway, I hope this is what you wanted when you requested. Holiday requests are open! Love ya’ll!

“They are not people like me and you. These people and their thoughts are unholy and unjustified.” The speaker’s words made you grind your teeth.

How dare this man act as if others were below him and judge them for their own free will and actions. You glared and booed at him with a large crowd of LGBTQ+ supporters. You were willing to fight for what you believed in, no matter what it took. So, with a deep breath and you mind made up, you jumped on the stage to tell this rotten man off.

“Excuse me sir, are you God?” You asked him, his facing twisting in confusion.

“No Miss, I am not God. Please get off my stand, I’m trying to make a point here.” He turned back to the crowd and opened his mouth, only to be interrupted again.

“Then who gives you the right to call them sinners for what they’ve done? They are people just as you and me. You are not above them in anyway. The only person who needs telling off here is you.” You growled, getting closer to the man. A large portion of the crowd cheered you on, wanting you to test his limits.

“Settle down, Miss. I’m just warning them that God will strike them down. Now, please get off the stand. I do not want to use force.” The man was trying very hard to keep his cool and not yell at you.

“How do you know that God will strike them down? Did he tell you this? Did the Bible tell you this? Because from what I see, it says love everyone. So, how about you stop telling lies and shaming people for being who they are. You are no God and no king. You have no right to judge others and their ways or call them sinners any more than anybody here does.” You said, now getting in his ugly face.

“You’re just a woman, why should I listen to you?” He sneered, the crowd waited intently for your response.

“You’re right, I am just a woman. I’m a woman who has more brains than you could ever hope to. Now, everyone disperse! This rally is over. Everybody should be treated equally no matter their sexuality, gender or race. Remember that.” You said this proudly, the crowd beginning to disperse.

You smiled kindly at the man before stepping off his homemade stand and into the crowd. A couple of people you passed patted you on the back or told you good job. You couldn’t help but be proud of yourself. You believed in equality of all things and you were somehow helping make a difference.

“Excuse me, madame.” A man with a french accent said.

A warm hand was placed on your shoulder. You turned and was met with the most beautiful man you hand ever seen. He had gentle brown eyes, a very puffy bun and a smile that could’ve blinded you with it’s brightness. This was the owner of the french accent and you were completely stunned by the beauty of him.

“Um, yes?” You mumbled, blushing very brightly.

“Mon Amis and I loved your rant. We are very big supporters of the LGBTQ+ community and we were wondering if you’d want to grab some drinks with us?” He flashed one of his bright grins at you. You could feel yourself grow weak at the sight of it.

“I would love to go!” You attempted a smile back. Hopefully it could compete with his award winning smile.

“Great! My friends are already waiting for us at the bar. They thought I’d be the best at convincing you.” He held his arm, which you gladly took.

He led you to the bar, the two of you stealing glances at each other every once in awhile. You thought he was gorgeous and he thought that you were the most beautiful woman he had even seen in his life. Besides that, he already knew that you had a strong mind and personality, that only made you all the more attractive to him.

Walking into the bar, you spot a group of three rambunctious young men. They all smiled and waved you over when you walked in. They were by far the loudest in the bar. You could hear their laughs echoing outside the entrance.

“These are Mon Amis.” The french man grinned, pulling a chair out for you at the table. You sat down, thanking him as you did.

“Okay, let’s get through introductions. Shall we?  I’m Alexander Hamilton.” A short man, with his hair tied in a ponytail grinned. He seemed to be the leader of the group.

“I’m John Laurens.” The man grinned. He had plenty of freckles sprinkled across his face. His hair, like Alexander’s was tied in a ponytail. He sat closely to Alexander, you couldn’t help but feel like something was going on there.

“I’m Hercules Mulligan.” The man practically yelled. His voice was definitely the loudest and he seemed to be proud of it. He wore a gray beanie and had some nice pants on.

“I’m Lafayette. Sorry for not introducing myself earlier, mon cherie.” He blushed lightly at the mistake.

“I’m (Y/N) (L/N). It’s nice to meet you boys.” You said, smiling at each of the boys.

“Your whole rant was just amazing. Do you public speak a lot?” Alexander praised you.

“Oh, thank you. I actual do speak in public a lot. I do all kinds of debates for things that I believe are right. I really want to change the world.” Your eyes lit up as you spoke. This was your passion and something you held strongly to.

“You already are changing the world, mon ange. You are simply incredible. Alexander, when this war is done, you must get a position for (Y/N) in congress.” Lafayette said, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I couldn’t agree more. General Washington would love you. You got to meet him some time.” Alexander said.

“I’d love to meet him. He sounds like an amazing guy. Do you think with him we have a chance of winning the war?” You asked, praying that the war would soon end and a new country would be born.

And with that a beautiful friendship blossomed. You and the four young men soon came inseparable. You would come to camp sights and became close with Washington, helping him in war plans and attacks. The boys would often leave camp to watch you speak and destroy your opponents with the elegance of your words.

As your friendship with them grew, so did your crush on Lafayette. It was obvious to your friends that you were head over heels for him. Little did you know, that he had just as big of a crush on you. The two of you were helpless for each other.


“I’m such a failure!” You yelled, clenching your fists tightly.

“Hey! Don’t say that. You did amazing, that guy just knew what the crowd wanted. He manipulated your words and their minds. It’s not your fault.” Alexander consoled, patting your back.

“It was a disaster! People are never going to respect me again. It was hard enough getting the respect men as a woman. How will I ever earn that back?” You huffed, kicking the table closest to you.

“(Y/N), they’d be fools not to respect you. You have twice the brains as half the men in congress.” John said, giving you his best cheer up smile.

“Yes, I have twice the brains, but the fact of the matter is I’m a woman in a time where women don’t matter. We don’t have a voice and our opinions don’t matter. He pointed that out and basically called me a trophy for any man to take!” You growled, your face red with anger at the man’s words.

“But you are so much more than a trophy, mon amour.” Laf’s warm voice made your heart stop. He took your hand in his and ran his thumb over it gently. “You are so smart and amazing, it’s a wonder those men can’t see that. You may be a woman, but what you are doing for the community is so, how you say, incredible.”

“Laf, you’re too kind. Did you not see how he basically crushed me and all my words? How do I have an impact on people, when my words were ridiculed and forgotten?” You said, much more calm now that his hand was on yours.

“Mon cher, you may not have made it through to that man or a majority of that crowd, but I bet you that someone in that crowd was effected. I know I was. Your words are a gift, don’t throw them away just because one man disrespected you.” Laf said softly, bringing you closer to him.

“But at the end of a day, I’m just a woman.” You sighed, dropping your head.

“Not to me, mon ange. You have more brains, elegance, beauty and charm than any of us could ever hope to gain.” Laf pulled you against him, hugging you tightly.

“Hey! I have brains!” Alexander protested, only to be hit over the head by Hercules.

“Shh, I think they’re having a moment.” Herc whispered, Alex and John nodding. The three of them quickly ran out of the room, hoping that the two of you would finally get together.

“You mean so much to me, (Y/N). Do you understand that?” Laf asked, moving back slightly from the embrace to look at you.

“Yes, Laf. You mean a lot to me too.” You pulled him back into the tight hug. “Thank you for reminding me what I’m worth.”

“That’s what I’m for. I will always remind you how extraordinary, you are.” Laf whispered in your hair, pecking it lightly.

“Hey Laf?” You asked, trying to build up the courage for what you were about to do.

“Mmm?” He hummed, playing with your hair.

“I love you.” You said quietly in his chest.

“You what?” Lafayette stiffened, his head shooting up. He pushed your body away from his, looking stern. “What did you just say?”

“I love you?” You asked, shaking slightly. What had you just done? You had ruined a perfectly good friendship. It would never be the same and he may never want to be your friend again. What are-

Your thoughts were cut off by his warm lips on yours. His rough palms held your face gently, brushing his thumbs against your skin. You rested your hands on his chest, steading yourself at the disbelief of what just happened.

“Je t’aime aussi.” He breathed, pulling away from the kiss.

“You’re lucky I know French.” You giggled, pulling him in for another kiss.

“Mon, I am more lucky to have some how captured the heart of such an extraordinary woman.” Laf smiled.

To Me have no idea how long i’ve stared at this fic trying to get it finished and finally it’s done.

Do i know what it is? I dunno some sort of God AU I guess. Am i proud of it? Heck yes.

Do I want you peeps to enjoy this madness? Please do! And thank you!

“What are stars to you?”

Natsu’s eyes flashed over to the priestess sitting next to him on the grass. Her legs were pulled close to her chest and eyes stared unblinking at the twinkling spots of light in the sky. Her expression was unreadable as he watched her.

“I don’t understand what you mean.” he replied, rather blunt.” Stars are stars, there’s nothing else to them.”

“But you’re a God, you live among them. Haven’t you ever wondered that there might be more to them?”

“No. My life has been nothing but overcoming trial after trial, I never had the time to think about things like that.”

She hummed softly in agreement, she should know. Everyone knew about his life,after all he was a god of war, one of the patron deities of the kingdom Alvarez alongside his brother Zeref, god of chaos. His tale was one taught all around the world and everyone,-young and old-knew it well.

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anonymous asked:

I know they're not on your group list in your description but could you do Shinee reacting to you waking them up with kisses


Jinki would smile that signature smile of his and admire how cute you’re being. “How did I get so lucky?”


Jonghyun would be playful about it, chuckling a little to himself and teasing you. “Couldn’t resist me even in my sleep, huh?”


Diva Key here would probably not wake up in as bright of a mood. He’d be concerned that you were kissing his bare face or something of the sort. “Jagiya, I love you and all, but you’re interrupting my beauty sleep..”


This cutie would honestly probably be the one to be waking you up with kisses, actually.


He’d be shy. Despite being your boyfriend, you can never cease to find things to do that make him blush and hide. “Babe, what are you doing?”

Thank you for asking, lovely anon!~

~Scout Yoongi