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Lisa Lawrence’s Archetypes and Symbols List

Archetypes and Symbols

SITUATION ARCHETYPES

1. The Quest – This motif describes the search for someone or some talisman which, when found and brought back, will restore fertility to a wasted land, the desolation of which is mirrored by a leader’s illness and disability.

2. The Task – This refers to a possibly superhuman feat that must be accomplished in order to fulfill the ultimate goal.

3. The Journey – The journey sends the hero in search for some truth of information necessary to restore fertility, justice, and/or harmony to the kingdom. The journey includes the series of trials and tribulations the hero faces along the way. Usually the hero descends into a real or psychological hell and is forced to discover the blackest truths, quite often concerning his faults. Once the hero is at this lowest level, he must accept personal responsibility to return to the world of the living.

4. The Initiation – This situation refers to a moment, usually psychological, in which an individual comes into maturity. He or she gains a new awareness into the nature of circumstances and problems and understands his or her responsibility for trying to resolve the dilemma. Typically, a hero receives a calling, a message or signal that he or she must make sacrifices and become responsible for getting involved in the problem. Often a hero will deny and question the calling and ultimately, in the initiation, will accept responsibility.

5. The Ritual – Not to be confused with the initiation, the ritual refers to an organized ceremony that involves honored members of a given community and an Initiate. This situation officially brings the young man or woman into the realm of the community’s adult world.

6. The Fall – Not to be confused with the awareness in the initiation, this archetype describes a descent in action from a higher to a lower state of being, an experience which might involve defilement, moral imperfection, and/or loss of innocence. This fall is often accompanied by expulsion from a kind of paradise as penalty for disobedience and/or moral transgression.

7. Death and Rebirth – The most common of all situational archetypes, this motif grows out of the parallel between the cycle of nature and the cycle of life. It refers to those situations in which someone or something, concrete and/or metaphysical dies, yet is accompanied by some sign of birth or rebirth.

8. Nature vs. Mechanistic World – Expressed in its simplest form, this refers to situations which suggest that nature is good whereas the forces of technology are bad.

9. Battle Between Good and Evil – These situations pit obvious forces which represent good and evil against one another; typically, good ultimately triumphs over evil despite great odds.

10. The Unhealable Wound – This wound, physical or psychological, cannot be healed fully. This would also indicate a loss of innocence or purity. Often the wounds’ pain drives the sufferer to desperate measures of madness.

11. The Magic Weapon – Sometimes connected with the task, this refers to a skilled individual hero’s ability to use a piece of technology in order to combat evil, continue a journey, or to prove his or her identity as a chosen individual.

12. Father-Son Conflict – Tension often results from separation during childhood or from an external source when the individuals meet as men and where the mentor often has a higher place in the affections of the hero than the natural parent. Sometimes the conflict is resolved in atonement.

13. Innate Wisdom vs. Educated Stupidity – Some characters exhibit wisdom and understanding intuitively as opposed to those supposedly in charge.

SYMBOLIC ARCHETYPES

1. Light vs. Darkness – Light usually suggests hope, renewal, OR intellectual illumination; darkness implies the unknown, ignorance, or despair.

2. Water vs. Desert – Because water is necessary to life and growth, it commonly appears as a birth or rebirth symbol. Water is used in baptism services, which solemnizes spiritual births. Similarly, the appearance of rain in a work of literature can suggest a character’s spiritual birth.

3. Heaven vs. Hell – Humanity has traditionally associated parts of the universe not accessible to it with the dwelling places of the primordial forces that govern its world. The skies and mountaintops house its gods; the bowels of the earth contain the diabolic forces that inhabit its universe.

4. Haven vs. Wilderness – Places of safety contrast sharply against the dangerous wilderness. Heroes are often sheltered for a time to regain health and resources.

5. Supernatural Intervention – The gods intervene on the side of the hero or sometimes against him.

6. Fire vs. Ice – Fire represents knowledge, light, life, and rebirth while ice like desert represents ignorance, darkness, sterility, and death.

7. Colors

A. Black (darkness) – chaos, mystery, the unknown, before existence, death, the unconscious, evil

B. Red – blood, sacrifice; violent passion, disorder, sunrise, birth, fire, emotion, wounds, death, sentiment, mother, Mars, the note C, anger, excitement, heat, physical stimulation

C. Green – hope, growth, envy, Earth, fertility, sensation, vegetation, death, water, nature, sympathy, adaptability, growth, Jupiter and Venus, the note G, envy

D. White (light) – purity, peace, innocence, goodness, Spirit, morality, creative force, the direction East, spiritual thought

E. Orange – fire, pride, ambition, egoism, Venus, the note D

F. Blue – clear sky, the day, the sea, height, depth, heaven, religious feeling, devotion, innocence, truth, spirituality, Jupiter, the note F, physical soothing and cooling

G. Violet – water, nostalgia, memory, advanced spirituality, Neptune, the note B

H. Gold – Majesty, sun, wealth, corn (life dependency), truth

I. Silver – Moon, wealth

8. Numbers:

A. Three – the Trinity (Father, Son, Holy Ghost); Mind, Body, Spirit, Birth, Life, Death

B. Four – Mankind (four limbs), four elements, four seasons

C. Six – devil, evil

D. Seven – Divinity (3) + Mankind (4) = relationship between man and God, seven deadly sins, seven days of week, seven days to create the world, seven stages of civilization, seven colors of the rainbow, seven gifts of Holy Spirit.

9. Shapes:

A. Oval – woman, passivity

B. Triangle – communication, between heaven and earth, fire, the number 3, trinity, aspiration, movement upward, return to origins, sight, light

C. Square – pluralism, earth, firmness, stability, construction, material solidity, the number four

D. Rectangle – the most rational, most secure

E. Cross – the Tree of life, axis of the world, struggle, martyrdom, orientation in space

F. Circle – Heaven, intellect, thought, sun, the number two, unity, perfection, eternity, oneness, celestial realm, hearing, sound

G. Spiral – the evolution of the universe, orbit, growth, deepening, cosmic motion, relationship between unity and multiplicity, macrocosm, breath, spirit, water

10. Nature:

A. Air – activity, creativity, breath, light, freedom (liberty), movement

B. Ascent – height, transcendence, inward journey, increasing intensity

C. Center – thought, unity, timelessness, spacelessness, paradise, creator, infinity,

D. Descent – unconscious, potentialities of being, animal nature

E. Duality – Yin-Yang, opposites, complements, positive-negative, male-female, life-death

F. Earth – passive, feminine, receptive, solid

G. Fire – the ability to transform, love, life, health, control, sun, God, passion, spiritual energy, regeneration

H. Lake – mystery, depth, unconscious

I. Crescent moon – change, transition

J. Mountain – height, mass, loftiness, center of the world, ambition, goals

K. Valley – depression, low-points, evil, unknown

L. Sun – Hero, son of Heaven, knowledge, the Divine eye, fire, life force, creative-guiding force, brightness, splendor, active awakening, healing, resurrection, ultimate wholeness

M. Water – passive, feminine

N. Rivers/Streams – life force, life cycle

O. Stars – guidance

P. Wind – Holy Spirit, life, messenger

Q. Ice/Snow – coldness, barrenness

R. Clouds/Mist – mystery, sacred

S. Rain – life giver

T. Steam – transformation to the Holy Spirit

U. Cave – feminine

V. Lightning – intuition, inspiration

W. Tree – where we learn, tree of life, tree of knowledge

X. Forest – evil, lost, fear

11. Objects:

A. Feathers – lightness, speed

B. Shadow – our dark side, evil, devil

C. Masks – concealment

D. Boats/Rafts – safe passage

E. Bridge – change, transformation

F. Right hand – rectitude, correctness

G. Left hand – deviousness

H. Feet – stability, freedom

I. Skeleton – mortality

J. Heart – love, emotions

K. Hourglass – the passage of time

CHARACTER ARCHETYPES

1. The Hero – In its simplest form, this character is the one ultimately who may fulfill a necessary task and who will restore fertility, harmony, and/or justice to a community. The hero character is the one who typically experiences an initiation, who goes the community’s ritual (s), et cetera. Often he or she will embody characteristics of YOUNG PERSON FROM THE PROVINCES, INITIATE, INNATE WISDOM, PUPIL, and SON.

2. Young Person from the Provinces – This hero is taken away as an infant or youth and raised by strangers. He or she later returns home as a stranger and able to recognize new problems and new solutions.

3. The Initiates – These are young heroes who, prior to the quest, must endure some training and ritual. They are usually innocent at this stage.

4. Mentors – These individuals serve as teachers or counselors to the initiates. Sometimes they work as role models and often serve as father or mother figure. They teach by example the skills necessary to survive the journey and quest.

5. Hunting Group of Companions – These loyal companions are willing to face any number of perils in order to be together.

6. Loyal Retainers – These individuals are like the noble sidekicks to the hero. Their duty is to protect the hero. Often the retainer reflects the hero’s nobility.

7. Friendly Beast –These animals assist the hero and reflect that nature is on the hero’s side.

8. The Devil Figure – This character represents evil incarnate. He or she may offer worldly goods, fame, or knowledge to the protagonist in exchange for possession of the soul or integrity. This figure’s main aim is to oppose the hero in his or her quest.

9. The Evil Figure with the Ultimately Good Heart – This redeemable devil figure (or servant to the devil figure) is saved by the hero’s nobility or good heart.

10. The Scapegoat – An animal or more usually a human whose death, often in a public ceremony, excuses some taint or sin that has been visited upon the community. This death often makes theme more powerful force to the hero.

11. The Outcast – This figure is banished from a community for some crime (real or imagined). The outcast is usually destined to become a wanderer.

12. The Earth Mother – This character is symbolic of fulfillment, abundance, and fertility; offers spiritual and emotional nourishment to those who she contacts; often depicted in earth colors, with large breasts and hips.

13. The Temptress – Characterized by sensuous beauty, she is one whose physical attraction may bring about the hero’s downfall.

14. The Platonic Ideal – This source of inspiration often is a physical and spiritual ideal for whom the hero has an intellectual rather than physical attraction.

15. The Unfaithful Wife – This woman, married to a man she sees as dull or distant, is attracted to a more virile or interesting man.

16. The Damsel in Distress – This vulnerable woman must be rescued by the hero. She also may be used as a trap, by an evil figure, to ensnare the hero.

17. The Star-Crossed Lovers – These two characters are engaged in a love affair that is fated to end in tragedy for one or both due to the disapproval of society, friends, family, or the gods.

18. The Creature of Nightmare – This monster, physical or abstract, is summoned from the deepest, darkest parts of the human psyche to threaten the lives of the hero/heroine. Often it is a perversion or desecration of the human body.

RECOGNIZING PATTERNS

The following list of patterns comes from the book How to Read Literature Like a Professor by Thomas C. Foster who teaches at the University of Michigan. If you are serious about literary analysis, then it is highly recommended that you buy this book. It goes into detail what is just briefly mentioned and is written in such a lively, witty voice that it does not read like a textbook at all! It will be well worth your time and effort to read it.

Ø  Trips tend to become quests to discover self.

Ø  Meals together tend to be acts of communion/community or isolation.

Ø  Ghosts, vampires, monsters, and nasty people and sometimes simply the antagonists are not about supernatural brew-ha-ha; they tend to depict some sort of exploitation.

Ø  There’s only one story. Look for allusions and archetypes.

Ø  Weather matters.

Ø  Violence and be both literal and figurative.

Ø  Symbols can be objects, images, events, and actions.

Ø  Sometimes a story is meant to change us, the readers, and through us change society.

Ø  Keep an eye out for Christ-figures.

Ø  Flying tends to represent freedom. What do you think falling represents?

Ø  Getting dunked or just sprinkled in something wet tends to be a baptism.

Ø  Geography tends to be a metaphor for the psyche.

Ø  Seasons tend to be traditional symbols.

Ø  Disabilities, Scars, and Deformities show character and theme.

Ø  Heart disease tends to represent problems with character and society.

Ø  So do illness and disease.

Ø  Read with your imagination.

Ø  Irony trumps everything!

Ø  Remember the difference between public and private symbols.

MLA Citation (7th Edition)

Lawrence, Lisa. “Archetypes and Symbols.” West Morris Central High School. West Morris Regional High School District, n.d. Web. 23 Jan. 2013. <http://central.wmrhsd.org/FACULTY…/Archetypesandsymbols.pdf>.

I once saw a space australia post that aliens would freak out about our current way to treat people with medicine, surgeries and stuff. Lets say, transplant an organ from a dead person into a not so healthy, still living person, but this is, in my eyes, pretty humane and we can ensure that everything is sterile and the patient will survive at this point in time.

Aliens could freak about it, I’m not saying they couldn’t do that, but they would really lose their minds when they found out about our medical history of treating patients. Lets say they ask a doctor about medical history or found earth shows about this topic and end up aghast and nauseated at what humans done to themselves in earlier times.

I’ve been listening a lot to Sawbones, a podcast about medical history, lately and boy howdy am I glad that the medical field isn’t a giant guessing game anymore and we can cure a lot of things, if not all, but at least the doctors now know what they’re doing for most things.

I’m not even talking about when we blamed a sickness on the supernatural, but when we would do stuff like trepanation or lobotomies. Or patent medicines, that weren’t patented at all, but cure alls that cured absolutely nothing and tobacco, alcohol and opium much like some pretty poisonous things, like mercury, arsenic and radiation, were also in this category.
There was also the four humors system, were humans thought that there were four fluids in your body that you had to keep in balance to be in perfect health, were most likely the trend to go to your local barber surgeon for bloodletting came from, you’d also go there to get your rotten teeth removed.
Or how we treated woman and mentally ill people in the past. Or dead humans that were used in medical cannibalism.

Medical history on earth would be the biggest horror story for aliens.

Then there are always humans who romanticize almost every part of history. I don’t get this at all, like we still have milk shakes and racism, why would anyone want to live in the 1950’s? And if you would go back even further down in history, health conditions and everything else would just get worse and worse. Aliens would be flabbergasted at this.

How He Fell in Love | Yoongi

Description: How each member falls in love with you, a unique story of how love begins. Yoongi and you fell in love, slowly and quietly, first you were connected by your passion for music, then both your passion for each other. 

Genre: fluff, slight angst

Word Count: 2.1k

Series: Seokjin | Yoongi | Namjoon | Hoseok | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook

A/N: I haven’t written anything in a while, so I’m a little rusty so please be easy on me TT. This is just a short series I’m planning while I’m working on some longer fics, hope you enjoy!


It really wasn’t anything special, no fireworks or spectacular sign of the Gods that indicated that you, in fact were the one. It was more of a subtle spark or two that flew when you said his name, the warmth that bloomed in his chest when you kept asking if he was really okay, when everyone but you and him believed he was. He fell in love with you, slowly and quietly, with your smile, your witty comebacks, your ability to lose your train of thought in any situation, but leave him speechless just the same, your laugh that made him laugh, even when he thought he couldn’t.

Yoongi wondered if had you felt it too. How he would swing by the restaurant you worked at between his busy schedules to leave you a tip. How he stayed back late just to get in a few words with you. How he smiled at you. How he stared at you. How he wanted you.

It became clear after time that you two were cut from the same cloth. Your first common thread was your love for music, both of you were passionate, as you had also had dreams of being a musician. It was actually when you had handed him the USB around your neck filled with your songs that you became anything more than just a random waitress. It was a random night when he happened to stop by a random restaurant, nothing really special about it. Yoongi actually admitted after your first year together that he had completely forgotten about your USB for the first week, only listening to it after randomly finding it in his bag while he was rummaging for his own USB. And with that, you both had a good laugh about fond memories. Anyways, back to the story.

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Quick Review of the True Crime Books I read in 2016 (Part 2)

(Part 1) (Review of books in 2015)

Invisible Darkness by Stephen Williams: This is one of the most unsettling books I’ve read, and I have a lot of mixed feelings about it. Starting with the good, it’s a very complete and detailed account of the relationship between Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka and their crimes. It also offers a good insight into the very controversial legal agreement between Karla and the prosecution, that ended with her serving only ten years despite being an active and willing participant in the rape and murder of three girls. The third act of the book, dealing with this, was one of the better things in the novel, although I wish the actual trial had been covered more in depth. As for the bad… I thought the rape scenes were excessively and unnecesarily detailed, and I felt like the author enjoyed writing those disturbing passages a little too much. His narration is also very uneven, especially in the first part; while I liked his subtle sarcasm while describing the legal proceedings and Karla’s life, he also made some strange time jumps that made it a bit confusing to know when things are happening. There are so many private scenes that he couldn’t have possibly witnessed that he must have made them up, which made me question a little the credibility of the whole book. Finally, his obsession with Karla turns her into a fleshed out, complex character, but the opposite happens with Bernardo, who seems almost a caricature with no real insight. I still feel like I don’t know much about him other than he’s a narcissistic, sociopathic idiot. Bottomline: A good introduction to this case, if you have the stomach for it, but you’ll probably need to complement with other books later (Thank you @adeadlyinnocence for recommending me this book).

Conviction by Juan Martinez: Last year I read Picture Perfect, which is the better book to learn about Jodi Arias and Travis Alexander and how their story ended with her murdering him. This book was an interesting complement because I enjoy the details of trials and this one in particular was a very intense and eventful one. Juan Martinez, the man who prosecuted Arias, describes in detail his investigation and strategy to get a conviction, and he certainly doesn’t pretend to be humble when detailing his role in putting her behind bars. There’s no new information or revelations that I hadn’t seen everywhere else. He’s also extremely biased and portrays her as the worst of the worst, he even talks of her “dark soul” at some point. I have to say, I personally didn’t mind that because I can’t stand Jodi Arias, but if you’re looking for a more objective look into her, you should stay away from this.

True Crime Addict by James Renner: I already wrote about how bad this book about the disappearance of Maura Murray is here, but to summarize: don’t waste your time with this narcissistic, self infolved piece of sleazy reporting disguised as “journalism”. The author is insufferable and seems to think we care about his life while offering nothing new to the actual case of Maura.

Bringing Adam Home by Les Standiford: I can only describe this book as “correct” but is not really very engaging nor memorable, despite covering a very famous and horrible case. The kidnapping and murder of Adam Walsh in 1981 and the many years it took to be solved was one that shook the United States and started many changes. I feel like this book doesn’t quite manage to portray those changes, mostly because it decides to look away from Adam’s parents and their struggle and instead it focus on the story of the detective that eventually gave sufficient evidence for police to close the case naming Ottis Toole as the killer. Toole’s story is also described in some chapters but again, it seems to only give a superficial portrayal of him.

Imperfect Justice by Jeff Ashton: This book was written by one of the prosecutors in the Casey Anthony trial, so it’s important to keep in mind we are seeing only one side of the story, and he certainly doesn’t hold back in showing her as the most manipulative and lying person on Earth. That being said, it’s really hard to see how this woman was found not guilty. Ashton explains all the evidence they had in detail and it’s very compelling, and tells about all the things going on behind the scenes. He also can’t hide his contempt for the defense lawyer (he openly admits he dislikes him) and for the jury too, whom he clearly blames for the ultimate decision of the trial. My only issue with this book is that I didn’t see much introspection or real analysis into why they lost the case.

Perfect Murder, Perfect Town by Lawrence Schiller: It’s so hard to find an unbiased analysis of JonBenet Ramsey’s murder, because so many people who’ve written about it have been “part of the investigation”, which makes it a big no no for me because we know that investigation was far from stellar, for many reasons that aren’t just the fault of the police. This book is hardly perfect (see what I did there?) but it’s a decent start to the case, because it details the investigation and the many inside shenanigans, the Ramsey’s version, the complicated dealings with the prosecution’s office and why they refused to charge the Ramsey’s, and also how the press covered the case. It doesn’t really give much perspective on other potential suspects and the title is misleading, since it suggests it will explore more the context of Boulder, the town where the murder happened, but I didn’t see much of that. I’d say this is an okay book to understand why this case went so wrong, but I don’t think it gives one convincing theory about what really happened.

Devil in the Darkness by JT Hunter: Israel Keyes is one of the most chilling and intriguing serial killers in recent times, not to mention there’s still a lot of mystery around him, so it’s a bit surprising he hasn’t been more deeply covered by other authors. This book is a decent attempt at it, and gives a good introduction into what kind of person he was before he started his crimes; not so much after. Because there are a lot of unconfirmed things in his story, including his victims, the book mostly dedicates time to his most infamous murder, the one of Samantha Koenig. The narration jumps back and forth between the time around that crime and Keyes’ past, with a lot of attention put into his relationship with the mother of his daughter, probably because she seemed to be one of the few people involved willing to talk to the author. I found this book a bit hard to follow at times, but I’d still recommend it if you’re interested in true crime.

The Cases that Haunt Us by John Douglas and Mark Olshaker: As you probably know, John Douglas is the guy that pretty much built the department of behavior analysis in the FBI and is one of the pioneers in profiling criminals. He makes sure to tell you that a hundred times in this book, because he can never flatter himself enough, although I get that the talk of his past experiences is important here to validate his opinions. This book covers famous unsolved or solved but controversial cases through America’s history (plus Jack the Ripper because who can resist) and in each one Douglas gives his point of view of the profile of the suspects, and whether or not they fit with the actual murderer. Lizzie Borden, the kidnapping of the Lindberg Baby, the Boston Strangler and the Black Dahlia are among the cases covered. I found his views in the JonBenet’s case particularly interesting because he got to be involved personally in it, and he got a lot of criticisim because he thought the Ramseys were innocent (and I have to say, strictly from a profiling point of view, I agree with his assessment). The book can get exhausting because the writing is very academical and not very fluid, but it’s also a good learning experience if you like investigations.

Pentagon to You being insecure.

Jinho: Shower you with gifts. the cutie cant help but get upset as well. He love you more than anything and to hear that you hate your body and your overall self will put him in a state where he will feel like it’s his fault somehow and to step it up as a bf. “You are so beautiful to me…when you say stuff like that about yourself it breaks my heart.”

Hui: more skinship than ever before. Reminds you every morning when you wake up how beautiful you look. “Good morning beautiful.” And whenever your doubting yourself, he will literally hold your waist and pull you close, with a serious expression while staring into your eyes and say “Hey. I mean it.”

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Hongseok:  "literally You are so damn beautiful. All I can see is you, I don’t want anyone else. I literally don’t get it?“ Still doesn’t get how a beautiful girl like you can feel anything else but beautiful. 

Originally posted by madtwn

 Yeo-one: Treats you like a damn queen. Never once makes you feel like you need to question whether or not he loves you. Public affection is very big with him as well, he will treat you like the most beautiful woman on earth. 

Originally posted by yaenan

Edawn: Doesn’t really know how to help, it hurts him to see you like that too. Gets frustrated with himself. "I’m sorry. I love you so much and I don’t know what to do. I’m in love with you, thats all I know. And I don’t want you to change anything about yourself. Not one bit.” 

Originally posted by jjaebs

Kino: “How come I can’t find these imperfections you so often say you have? You are more than perfect to me.” Tries to work it out with you, one day at a time. Very patient. Doesn’t ever get frustrated with you.

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Shinwon: doesnt know how to say the right words so he takes you out to eat and showers u with surprise dates. Real romantic, doesn’t even look at anyone else when your with him. Literally stares at you throughout the whole date as if you are his entire world while his heart is hurting inside. 

Yuto: man of tears. Another man to blame himself. Holds you and whispers sweet nothings while crying as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. “I love you so much, Please don’t think horrible things about yourself.”

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Yanan: doesnt understand but still tries to help. “Who said you were imperfect??! Your the most perfect girl I know! Don’t listen to anyone. And stop idolizing those super skinny girls on tv. Your body is the best body for me.” Keeps trying to make you eat too.

 Wooseok: Always tries to cheer you up and make you laugh. Hes very talkative when making you smile but when there are times where you are crying because you are so insecure, he won’t say anything and will just pull you into his embrace. Just know even when he doesn’t have anything to say, he cares so much. He just knows when to be respectful and not be silly.

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morleysfreckles  asked:

okay okay but a fic where bellarke decide to get a puppy but can't decide on a breed and when they end up at the pound, are torn between like two dogs pretty pls!!

Thanks to the Internet for the puns and thanks to @selflessbellamy for being her awesome self and helping without realizing it!

From Raven:

ur gettin a dog???

with bellamy????

u realize hes gonna make tons of stupid puns??? how r u gonna survive this??

Clarke rolls her eyes as she reads Raven’s texts.

To Raven:

thanks for being overdramatic!!!

yes we’re getting a dog and it’s awesome and we’re gonna be the most precious family in town!

From Raven:

u used to be fun

Clarke rolls her eyes again and doesn’t bother answering. She turns to Bellamy, sitting next to her on the couch, his laptop on his knees. He has been searching “everything you need to know when getting a dog”.

“Raven thinks you’re gonna be insufferable because you’ll make tons of bad puns.”

“She’s right… It’s gonna be ruff” he answers grinning.

“Ugh” she groans while nuzzling her head in the crook of his neck.

He laughs softly.

“You sure about this though?” he can’t help to ask, a little anxious.

She brings her head up again and looks at him in the eye.

“Of course Bell. It’s gonna be great” she smiles.

“Pawesome!” he answers and she punches him in the arm. “Stoop! Okay so where do we start?”

“I think we should go to the pound” Clarke says “that way we’ll be helping a poor dog.”

Bellamy stares at her for a moment then.

“What?” She asks, almost defensive.

“I think I’ve never been more in love with you” he manages to say before surging to kiss her.

She makes a short noise of surprise and she’s laughing into the kiss.

“You’re an idiot you know that?” she breathes when he starts kissing her jaw and neck.

“You told me that before” he smirks. “I still happened to made you fall in love with me.”

“Yeah yeah you’re puuuurfect.”

Bellamy stops as soon as the word comes out of her mouth.

“You’re the most perfect woman on Earth.” And he starts kissing her neck again.

She has to force herself to push him.

“Bellamy… If we want to do this, we gotta do it now. Before I change my mind.”

He gets up immediately and takes her hand, already running and forcing Clarke to follow awkwardly after him.

“Let’s not lose any more minute. Try to keep it in your pants woman.”

“You were the one kiss-attacking me!”

“To the car!”

Clarke just laughs at his ridiculousness.

In the car, while Bellamy is driving, she checks her messages again.

From Raven:

clarke???

why r u not answering

did bellamy kill you with his puns

that’s it isnt it

clarke???

To Raven:

u were right!!! im going mutts!!!

From Raven:

friendship over

When Clarke tells Bellamy the exchange he has to stop to kiss her again.

*

At the pound, the girl welcoming them is really nice and takes the time to give them some information on the dogs they have. She tells them that’ll be better for them to take a puppy, easier to raise etc etc, and when Clarke meets the eyes of one she can’t disagree. The girl explains that most of the dogs they have here had a pretty rough – Clarke and Bellamy exchange a look and try not to laugh out loud – time, some of the dogs were beaten, some were abandonned. It breaks both Bellamy and Clarke’s hearts to hear that and they know they made the right choice by coming there. Their instincts to protect everyone will be a good use.

The only problem is that Bellamy and Clarke can’t seem to agree on what kind of dog they want. Obviously they want a small dog because they don’t have a garden yet and the poor dog would be just unhappy in their appartment.

Clarke has found a little jack russell that she finds a-do-ra-ble! It’s a boy and he starts licking Clarke’s hand as soon as Clarke kneels down to pet her.

But Bellamy has only eyes for the small beagle. This one is a girl and her ears are falling a little bit, she has been rescued from a dog fight – her first and only one thankfully – but she still has a small scar on her tail.

The girl from the welcoming desk lets them argue over which puppy is the cutest and will be the best companion for their future life and kids.

“Bellamy Blake I’m divorcing you if we don’t take this adorable boy into our house right now!”

“We’re not even married Clarke! Mine is cuter and must be protected at all cost. She’s been in a fight!!”

“Your intention is noble but your opinion is wrong.” She takes her puppy in her arms then and levels the puppy’s eyes to Bellamy’s to try to move him.

Bellamy reciprocates by doing the same with his puppy and the picture of them two holding their puppies to face the other would make their friends roll their eyes and laugh their ass off.

Clarke and Bellamy though don’t realize how ridiculous they are.

After an hour or two – yes hour – the girl comes back to see them arms crossed each on one side of the room staring at each other.

“Err… Have you guys decide? We’re closing soon, so…”

They both share a look, uncross their arms and come closer to the girl. Bellamy takes Clarke’s hand in his own when they say in the same time:

“We’ll take both of them.”

*

They name the puppies Picasso and Cleo because they are nerds and they’re embracing it.

In the ride’s home, after getting everything they needed for the dogs (plural!!!), Bellamy and Clarke agree on some rules to keep the eventual mess to a minimum.

No dogs on the bed (both Picasso and Cleo end up in their bed this very night).

They have to take turns on the potty training (Bellamy finally does it because Clarke can’t stay mad at the puppies long enough for them to understand that it is not okay to piss on their cushions).

They also have to take turns on which one of them is supposed to feed the dogs (and after Bellamy forgets for the third time Clarke just decide to do it every morning before going to work).

But mainly their goal is to annoy their friends as quickly as possible. Bellamy bets they wouldn’t bear with their puns more than two weeks. Clarke has even less faith in their friends’ patience and bets one of them will throw shoes at them the next time they hang out.

It’s the sentence “Whatevfur we’re so happy with the puppies, it’s very diffurrent from the cat I had in high school, furtunately Bellamy is pawesome with them! We’re gonna keep them furever!” that do it.

Both Miller and Raven throw their shoes at the laughing mess Bellamy and Clarke form in this moment.

check out my alpha madness celebration!

I Can't Believe I'm-No, We're Doing This (Cisco Ramon X Reader)

NSFW! SMUT! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT MENTALLY MATURE! (I’m not gonna judge you 13 year olds who want some of Cisco.) Christ my future jobs are gonna find this. And this isn’t even good smut, it’s the first time I’ve posted smut. Damn me and my sexual frustration. I hope you all are satisfied.
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“Stop teasing him (Y/N). All the low tops and short skirts are driving that man crazy.” Barry laughed, shaking his head.

I giggled, glancing at Cisco from the left side of the cortex. He tried to hide that he was staring, but failed, quite badly.

“I’m not even wearing anything that bad Barry. Just a tank top and leggings.” I said innocently, flicking my gaze back to Cisco’s flustered form.

“Leggings two sizes too small, and a tank top that literally has everything hanging out. Class, not sass (Y/N).”

Caitlin walked to stand next to us, a tray of samples in her hand. Her comment had me in a fit of giggles,
Nearly knocking myself over. Suddenly, a thought came to my head.

“If I stole him away for maybe 20-30 minutes, do you guys promise to try and not find us.” I whispered, my grin widening at their nods. Barry nodded at me, before dragging Caitlin away.
I ruffled my hair, getting quite giddy at the prospects.

Alright, I’ve only done this a few times, so I was still rusty. But hey, I can be sexy if I want too. And if my boyfriend didn’t find me sexy, we were gonna have a problem.

I walked towards the computers, leaning my body against the back so I was looking down at Cisco. The rail just presented my boobs even more.

“Ciscoooo.” I sang, watching with a loving smile as he flicked his eyes up and caught my figure.

“You sing like that again and I’ll fuck you till you can’t stand.”

My heart sped at his words, watching as he began to rub his temples in an attempt to concentrate. So loyal to his work, one of the many more reasons to love him.

My inner self was practically drooling at what he said, wanting him to have at it right now, not caring about who saw. I had to calm myself, clearing my throat to catch his attention. His looked at me again, practically daring me to try anything.

“Ciscoooo please don’t ignore me.” I purred, letting the notes role off of my tongue. I was shocked when he stood out of his chair suddenly, walking around the computers to grab my hand.

“I warned you.” He said, dragging me out of the cortex. As we left, I caught sight of Barry throwing a thumbs up.

As we entered the hallway, he slammed me against the wall, the lust dancing in his eyes as he scanned my body hungrily. This side of him drove me wild. The silly side had basically just jumped into a bush to watch as the more hungry side too over. He leaned forward slowly, just to tease me more.

“Did you seriously do all of that this week just to rile me up?” He asked, the more inquisitive voice of his returning. I nodded, biting my lip to suppress a grin. He shook his head, grinning, before finally slamming his lips to mine.

This was not other kiss he’d ever given. This was lust filled, hungry, and powerful. And I sure as hell wanted to know what else he could do. I moaned softly into the contact, trying to press my body further up against his. His movements were calculated, precise, like he knew every trigger that would make me lose it.

The slight grinding, the growling, the hand placement. It was as if he just watched me, trying to see what would get a reaction from me. Damn, was he right about it all.

After five minutes of just pulling at the rubber band that connected our two primal instincts, waiting for it to snap, I pulled back.

“Let’s go back to your lab.” I suggested with a whisper. The smile that appeared on his face clearly indicated his thoughts.

“Lead the way Princess.”

I slipped out from underneath him, sprinting down the hallway towards his office. I heard his footsteps following close behind, and the feeling of excitement that was building in my core was insane. The less rational side of me wanted him to fuck me senseless in the hallway, but we both knew that was a horrible idea.

Just as I stepped through his door, I felt him run in, slamming the door. Before I could turn around, he had his arms around his waist, and he sat me hungrily down on one of his tables. He just swiped stuff off of the desk, letting it crash to the floor.

“So when Harry does it, you get ticked. But when it’s me, you don’t care?” I teased, tangling one of my hands in his hair.

“If it means I can do this every time, I will break every object in this room.”

I giggled, bringing his head back to mine, pressing kisses from his forehead, down his nose, and along his jaw. When I got to his ear, I bit down gently, causing his to moan my name quietly.

He started tugging at my shirt, and I finally allowed him to pull it off. Nothing too fancy, just a soft pink bra laid under my shirt. Suddenly, my head traveled to my imperfections, leaving Cisco alone with my shell.

“Princess?” He asked, recognizing the look in my eyes. He used to get this way, judging the many things that made up him. He hated that point in his life, and to see his girlfriend’s expression hold the same sadness, it crushed him.

“(Y/N), hey, look at me.” He said finally, pulling the my head into his hands. I snapped out of my gaze, finally falling back to earth.

“Stop it. I know that gaze anywhere. Judgment. Regret. Just stop. Everything about you is absolutely perfect. No one can tell you otherwise.” He said, rubbing his thumb in circles on my side, in a calming gesture.

“You are the most incredibly perfect woman I have ever met, and I should say something. I’m the guy about to make you scream my name.”

The loving grin that followed after almost immediately had my spirits lifted. I just giggled, shaking my head before bringing myself back close to him.

(Christ on a Bike, it’s my first smut. End me.)

The feeling of soft, yet calloused hands making there way into the hem of the leggings I wore, catching on the edge of the underwear I currently had on caused me to hum in excitement. Cisco’s kisses gave me the extra boost, not wanting to wait much longer.

Go big or go home, I guess.

I suddenly kicked off my shoes, before pulling the leggings I had on swiftly off. I was now left in nothing but my bra and underwear, while Cisco, the little cheater, still had everything on. I grinned, moving to try and unbuckle his pants, but I was stopped by him literally bending me backwards until I laid flat against the desk.

He had my heart rate through the roof from his smile alone, but the feeling of something pressing to the space in between my legs had me breathless. Cisco moved his hand slowly, trying to make sure every inch of me was explored beneath his grasp.

I was putty in his hands, moaning his name increasingly more and more with each movement of his fingers that he made. I hadn’t even seen him unbuckle his belt, for my core had made my vision go hazy from the stimulation. Suddenly, he ripped my panties off of my legs, leaving me exposed to the cold air of the room.

“I can’t believe I’m- no, we’re doing this.” He whispered, laying against me. I felt a completely different appendage brush against my entrance, causing me to moan slightly.

“Dammit Cisco.” I mumbled, trying to slow my heart so I didn’t give myself a heart attack. I curled my hands into his t-shirt, smiling as I read the words ‘Han Shot First’. He just grinned, pressing himself further into me. My core was practically begging me to just slide down, that’s all it took to have him inside of me, but I waited.

“Impatient are we?” He asked, the smugness returning to his grin. His eyes were lust filled, but something else danced beneath the surface. Meant for only me. Complete and utter adoration. I rolled my eyes, sliding down on the table, feeling the tip of him enter me slightly.

I moaned again, stifling a laugh before commenting.

“Sorry if I tear any of your p-papers.”

Of course I was stuttering, this incredible man chose me, out of all the girls in central city, he chose me, and I was going to enjoy this.

“It’s not problem.” He mumbled, before fully sliding into me. The gasp that escaped my lips was audible, and I immediately found myself winding my fingers into Cisco’s hair.

He groaned softly, the vibrations of it fluttering through me. We locked eyes, before nodding to each other at the same time. In sync, like any good couple should be.

His pace was slow and deliberate, pushing me more and more towards my edge, before dragging me back at the last second. He was practically torturing me.

He tried to keep his moans at a minimum, but I had completely lost it. I was constantly begging him to go faster, screaming his name. He did say he would have me at that point, but not this slow. This was more loving that his original actions, but I knew what he was doing. He knew what he was doing.

At some point, he hit a specific area in me, causing my moan to be louder, and I tugged at his hair. The loud moan that escaped him had me feeling stupid at my forgetfulness. He had told me he was really into his hair being messed with. Especially pulling, and I think I would have to use that to my advantage.

I tugged, and he moaned again, this time, slamming into me faster. Way harder also.

Hell yeah, I found the trigger. Good job (Y/N), putting that brain to good use. Good use being fucking your boyfriend, but still.

I pulled harder, causing him to slam into me again. Oh hell yes. the moan that escaped my mouth was not as loud as his, as he became the one to beg.

“Oh my god (Y/N) why are you s-stoAHH”

Mid sentence, I tugged his hair, half giggling and half moaning as he slammed into me again.

“Trade. You keep up this pace, I’ll keep up mine.” I purred, pulling lightly at his hair. He nodded vigorously, before suddenly, he quickened. I didn’t even have time to adjust before I was a moaning, needy mess. I did keep up my end of the bargain, pulling at his hair with each thrust he took.

It didn’t take long for my core to tighten, and the urge to just let go was getting stronger and stronger. But I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to keep my boyfriend this close and carefree for as long as possible.

He locked eyes with me, and we both shared the same expression. We’re close.

I mumbled an 'I love you’ as I kissed him again, tugging as hard as I ever had at his hair. That’s when he lost it. He quickened again, throwing me over the edge almost instantly, following me not long behind. We stayed connected, trying to calm our tremoring bodies from our high.

Cisco pulled out softly, just gazing down at me.

“Thanks for the pick me up Princess.” He chuckled, gazing lovingly down at me. I pressed a kiss to his nose, suddenly feeling tired from the extremes we had both been at. I could see the weakness in Cisco’s eyes, but he was a lot more determined to stay awake than I.

“Can I sleep on your couch in here for a little bit?” I asked, gazing half lidded up at him. He nodded, finally getting off of me. He buckled up his pants one more, and picked me up bridal style from the table. I had no idea where my underwear went in the ordeal, but Cisco, being the amazing man he was, always kept spare clothes in the labs for me, in case I stayed on a late night with him.

I pulled the new pair of underwear on tiredly, along with a pair of sweatpants and one of Cisco’s meme shirts. I spread out on his couch, smiling sweetly as he laid a blanket across me.

“Alright, I’m gonna head back up to the cortex to try and get some work done, just come up if you need me.” He said gently, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I groggily smiled, nodding.

“That was fun. We should do it again some time.”

“Most definitely.”
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Holy fuck. HOLY FUCK I DID IT! I WROTE SMUT! I HOPE YOU SINNERS ARE HAPPY! YOU THIRSTY CHILDREN! It was very artsy tbh, but I like I how I wrote it. Watch out 50 Shades Of Grey, I’m coming to kick your ass.
Sorry if this sucks guys, I wrote it on my iPod.

If I Can’t Love Her-Beauty and the Beast {S.M}

imagine five from broadway series// imagine based off of the song If I Can’t Lover Her smash broadway musical, Disney’s Beauty and the Beast sung by Terrance Mann

author’s note// my last imagine literally got three notes i was so proud of it and now im de pressed ohH well, i guess my blog is dying !!! no one cares about my blog anymore !!! enjoy !!!!

broadway series masterlist || regular masterlist  

She would never love me. I was a monster, so I couldn’t blame her at all. She had reason to never want to be in love with me, or even have me be in love with her. I wouldn’t want to love me either, and I don’t. 

I was a womanizer, I was a man who cared little to none about the feeling of all the women that I used just to give me pleasure for just one night. I would go through them as if they were objects, until I was exposed, because I slept with the wrong woman who just so happened to be a reporter and knew connections to get the statements from other women I had slept with. My friends, and even the reporter, said the only way I could possibly redeem myself to the public and not be seen as the fuckboy of the celebrity world, was to find a girl and fall in love. Be seen in a serious relationship, and make sure it is known I am not just using her. 

But I can see why it would be so incredibly difficult to want to love me, so incredibly difficult to see me as less than a womanizing beast, because that is all I see myself as. 

“Shawn, I don’t know what game this is, but I am not buying into it.”  She had demanded, storming out of my apartment. 

“Please, I’m begging you.” I didn’t try and grabbing her wrist, or really trying to stop her. She worked for me, she was my personal planner. I had made her sign a year long contract, so she couldn’t quit. And ever since I was told to be on the lookout for a soulmate, I started noticing how perfect she was, for me especially. She laughed at all of the horribly punny jokes I made, and she even played along adding on to his terrible puns. He was really, really good at puns. 

“No! Don’t you think I have read the articles! Don’t you think I’ve read the what? Dozens of accounts of you screwing a woman sometimes even telling her you may love her! Just to never speak to her again? Shawn, I cannot do that. I am better than that.” He had tried to kiss her, that’s it. He didn’t plan on making a move of any sort, other than just kissing her. 

“Listen I’m… I have feelings and I just-” She cut him off with a ridiculous scoff. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Shawn. I know I work for you, but if you make one more move on me, I’ll have to take legal matters.”  She stormed out. 

She was the perfect woman. She was everything I wanted and more. And I hate to mention it, but she was perfect for the publicity aspect. She had a fairly basic job, she was a personal planner. She wasn’t a celebrity, she wasn’t a thin white chick. She was a fairly averagely sized latina woman. I thought she was stunning, of course, but she wasn’t what the media would call a “stunning supermodel” which everyone expected me to go for. But I saw her as the most beautiful girl on the face of the earth, and I didn’t care if the media only saw the breast size and waist size of a woman, other than the sparkle in her eye or the way her lips curve perfectly when she smiles. She was perfect to me, no girl in the world held a candle to her. Her long, flowing back hair, her deep brown eyes, the fact that she stood only a little shorter than me. Everything, down to her toes was perfect. 

Of course, I had options. My managers had set me up with five different fairly minor celebrities, some just being famous on Instagram for being beautiful and had their own RedBubble merch shops. I had met up with all of them, seeing if maybe the relationship could be a bit more than artificial, but I simply wasn’t interested in them, the girl who was setting up the dates lingered in the back of my mind, hanging over me in a perfect swinging pattern. My close friend Camila even offered to be the one I dated, if only for the publicity. She was a beautiful woman, and she was wonderful in every way… But she wasn’t the one I wanted. 

My friends tried their hardest to help me out, talking me up, inviting her to group get together’s so that we could all hang out. They did everything, from pep talks to group dates. It never worked… No matter what. 

I didn’t see the point of trying to find love if it wasn’t that girl… No, that woman didn’t love ,e. It’s as if no pain in the world could be deeper if she didn’t feel for me what he felt for her. No life could be cheaper if it wasn’t filled with the love of the one I felt I could love more than anyone. There was no point anymore to love. I had no spirit left for love, no hope left within me that I could ever find another that could compare to her. The only hope left was that maybe she would accept my love, maybe one day love me in return. But it was an unlikely wish, and it wasn’t to be. 

The media can see me as a fuckboy, they can see me as a man who cannot settle, but I don’t care. If I can’t love her, the world will just have to be done with me. 

author’s note// this be short but this be a thing i like. wow, a non-negative ???? thing at the end of my imagine?? woW maybe meredith’s mental health is getting BETTA !!!! win okay next imagine is a bullet point YAYAY

LET’S TALK ABOUT MUSICHETTA

Why do I love ‘Chetta so much? Well, I think that the main reason is that she represents what this fandom is. What I mean is that in the book Hugo said a very little about her, but we made her the most beautiful and powerful woman in the earth. She is just so kind, she’s perfect, lovely, funny, careful… and I think that she is what we want her to be, and this reflects how this fandom or family is.  

In conclusion: you are as amazing as Musichetta, and I’m so thankful I’m part of this family.

I Will Not Lose!

Words: 6290

Genre: Fluff (maybe a bit too much haha), Magic!Au

Summary: A single bet - use every means to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you.  

Originally posted by bangts

Jeon Jungkook…

Sitting in the center of an intricate alchemy circle drawn with chalk - on the floor of Jungkook’s living room, you can only begin to question - how did this even happen?  

The mess had started with some sort of argument you had with him weeks ago. It was vague in your memory, only certain fragments were still intact.

“Y/N…She’s really beautiful isn’t she?” You overhear Jimin’s voice.

“Meh.” Jungkook answers with a shrug.

Keep reading

6

It’s a strange book to gift someone. Steve initially thinks it’s nonfiction. But it’s not. It’s fiction. And it’s about him. Someone has written a piece of fiction about him! Thoughts of tearing it up and throwing it away cross his mind, but eventually, curiosity gets the better of him. He opens the book and begins to read. And once he starts, there’s no stopping. It’s the most insane yet realistic thing ever. The book speaks of another life–a life he has lived yet is so different–and a woman. Bold, stubborn, frustrating, loyal and beautiful, a woman so perfect for him that if she were real, Steve would be moving mountains to find her.

But she’s not real and it’s just a book.

So then, why do the words call out to him? What’s so special about this book? Why isn’t there an ending to it? Why does it go blank on the date that’s also the date in real life? And what on earth is that peculiar glow on the last page of the book?

It’s a portal to a parallel universe but he won’t know that until he has fallen in and met the woman of his dreams. The real question is: will he ever want to come back?

You're Perfect

Blind-paradise requested a cute Andy Imagine, and a cute Andy imagine she shall get. Also if you don’t mind, and if I’m taking too long to handle your requests you should try and ask pinksliverdawn1100 to do it for you, I’m sure she’d be happy to do it. :) Anyway, enough of my ramblings, let’s get to the Biersack Fluff :)

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You were watching your favorite show, a show Andy knew was your favorite show, and you were into it. You’d had your eyes glued to the TV for the last three hours, and Andy was getting impatient, and wasn’t willing to share your attention with the TV much longer.

“Babe.” He said, poking your cheek. You looked at him, irritated, and he smirked, glad to get a reaction out of you.

“Babe.” He said, poking your cheek again.

You tried to ignore him as one of the most climactic scenes of the episode came on.

“Babe.” He said, laying his head in your lap and poking you cheek again.

“I’m busy.” You growled at him, putting a hand over his mouth.

“Bahb.” He said around your hand, poking you again. You could feel his lips curling into a smile beneath your hand.

“Andy, I will play with you in a minute,” You told him, pressing your hand harder over his mouth.

“Immalikyu.”He said, and then you felt his tongue on your palm.

“Andy!” You yelled, pulling your hand away from his face and wiping it on his arm.

“I love you.” He smiled up at you and chuckled as he reached up to play with your hair.

“I love you too.” You smiled down at him.

“I can see up your nose.” He laughed, poking your nose lightly.

“Andy!” You yelled, covering your nose.

“No, it’s cute.” He laughed, pulling your hand away against your will. “I’m going to bite you.” He said, nipping at your fingertips.

“You’re such a weirdo.” You laughed, covering your nose with your other hand.

“Stop that,” he laughed, grabbing your other hand. “I’m going to eat your hands if you don’t stop.” He told you and you laughed, turning your head away.

“Hey.” He said, tugging on your arms.

“What?” you asked, and he whined.

“Come on, look at me.” You looked at him and the pout that he’d been wearing turned into a grin.

“I love you.” He said, and you laughed.

“I love you too, you gazelle legged weirdo.”

“You know you love these gazelle legs.” He laughed, putting his leg up in the air and running his hand over it in a mock-enticing manner.

“I’ve never denied it.” You laughed, leaning down and kissing him.

“Good, because I love all of your awesome animal related qualities, you’re the most beautiful woman since forever.”

“You’re such a kiss up.” You laughed kissing him again, but he didn’t let you pull all the way up when you pulled away, just held your head a few inches away from his.

“What are you doing?” You asked him, not fighting his grip.

“I just want to stare at you for a while, is that a crime?” He asked, a smile tugging at his perfect pink lips.

“No, I was just curious,” You laughed, pecking his lips again. He just looked at you intently with love in his eyes that always made your stomach do little happy flips.

“It’s official.” He said out of the blue, making you laugh.

“What?”

“You’re perfect.” He smiled at you, and you blushed.

“Shut up.” You told him, your smile widening.

“No, you shut up, because it’s true.“

"Whatever.” You laughed, trying to pull away, but he held you in place.

“Andy, let me up.”

“No,” he pouted.

“Andy.” You said sternly, but he just glared playfully.

“I’m not done taking in your beauty.” He grinned.

“Oh my gosh, just shut up.” You laughed, pulling away from him.

“Let’s go do something.” He said, reaching up to play with your hair again.

“Like what?” You asked, running your hands through his short locks.

“I don’t know, just something fun. Let’s just get away from here.”

“How far away?” You asked, and he smiled.

“Far far away, so no one can bother us.” He chuckled, and you just shook your head, laughing with him.

“Whatever you say, Andy.” You smiled, tracing the defined features of his face with your fingers lightly, but rather than getting up he just closed his eyes and hummed contently as you played with his hair and caressed his face.

“I meant it when I said you were perfect (Y/N).” He smiled, not opening his eyes.

“And I meant it when I said shut up.” You laughed, and he just shook his head, a big grin on his face.

“One day I’m going to get you to say that you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow, but someday, and when that day comes I will be the happiest man on earth, knowing that my girl is confident in herself.”

“You’re a real dreamer, Biersack.” You chuckled, and he just grinned, opening his bright blue eyes to pierce you directly with his loving gaze.

“They don’t call me The Prophet for nothing.”

Can you imagine Srydia after 5 years of marriage?

Lydia, the successful young business woman, ruling her firm, handling three lovers, like a true snake. Mieciu, the jobless mayo couch potato, a wasteland of dreams and hopes, watching porn and Top Gear for the whole day.

OR

Mieciu, the FBI agent, who shot himself on his first field’s action and was sent to the desk work for fucking eternity. Lydia, the smiley, beautiful wife, the perfect creepy lady of the house, handling her two beautiful kids (a girl and a boy, of course, because srydia is perfect and produced both genders, like a perfect American couple, duh) that are the most annoying and snooty brats on this Earth, nightmares to every teacher and their neighbors kids. In free time she bangs her gardener in the garage, plots her husband’s death and cry on the couch during her therapy sessions.

See? Srydia headcanons can be fun! Unleash your imagination people and share yours!

“ i knew it was a bad idea two bring them along to the park.” Jack sighed as Michael chased Gavin angrily as profanities spewed from his mouth.

“ yeah but y/n is having fun.” geoff said as he watched his the young girl swing on the swings with a big smile.

until some past asshole in some khaki shorts ruined it all. 

The crew stopped when they heard your loud cry sound out, all of them instantly running to your aid.

“ He pushed me!” You cried loudly and pointed to the boy next to you who had am angry look on his face.

“ Are you okay sweetie?” Jack asked sweetly and you shook your head, trying to stop yourself from crying.

Ryan knelt down to your height and held out his hands for you.He picked you up ad held you close to his chest. 

“ It’s alright y/n.” He said and rubbed your back.” You’ll be okay kiddo, you’re strong, you’re a big girl,right?” He asked and you looked up at him and nodded.

“ Uhu, im-im a big girl.” You said and he smiled.

“ That’s my girl.” He said with a smile and kissed the top of your head lovingly.

“ Now.” Michael said and crouched so he was glaring right at the boy who pushed you.” Why the fuck would you push our y/n kid?” He growled and jack sighed, putting a hand on his chest.

“ Michael you shouldn’t  hurt the boy.” She said disapprovingly. “ Were going to find his mom and kick her ass.” She said darkly and the boy’s eyes went wide. 

“ MOMMA!” He shouted loudly and ran to a woman’s wide, hiding behind her leg. The woman l was the one person that everybody knew but hated. The one who was a bitch to customer service, never took care of her children.

And her son pushed the fake ah crew’s daughter.

Oh hell no.

“ What did you do to my baby boy!?” The woman asked in shock and jack walked forward.

“ Mam, your son pushed our daughter because-”

“ Well im sure he had a reason for it!” She said and jack’s eyebrow twitched. 

“ E-Excuse me?” She asked and the woman huffed. 

“ Im sure my precious baby boy did it for a reason and taking a look at the little girl, and her family.” She said with an upturned nose.” It looks like he did.” 

With that geoff pushed jack out of the way and walked until he was nose to nose with the woman.

“ Oh my!” She said. “ What on earth do you think you’re-”

“ Listen here you little bitch.” He growled.” My daughter is the sweetest, most polite, perfect little girl ever. So don’t you dare, assume anything, anything, About my family. Got it?” He growled and the woman whimpered. 

“ Good.” He said and brushed dust of his jacket.” Alrighty everyone. Time to go home and get some ice cream for our brave little girl.” He said and turned, only to see you fast asleep in Ryan’s arm.

“ Dont you think that was a bit rough?” Gavin asked and Michael laughed.

“ Ha!Please! I put a grenade there when we left.”

“ YOU WHAT?”

“ DON’T YELL YOU’LL WAKE UP Y/N! JUST FUCKING RUN!”

Arya (and others) Beautiful

I don’t get it. I don’t get the fact that Jon will marry a beautiful girl like Sansa or Dany, and never Arya because she is ugly. Jon loved Arya before she becomes/became beautiful. He loved her while she was dirty with messy hair and everything. He told her just like Ned that she was beautiful then too. Not because she looked like a model but because she has a beautiful soul and character. Jon didn’t care about Sansa’s beauty, he cared about Arya’s soul. And he loved her because of it. It reminds me of that song ‘beautiful soul’. Jon would love Arya regardless of her looks. And he will dislike mean girls regardless of their looks. 

To the anon I just received and some others I have seen today. If Jon thinks someone is a bad person they can look like Cleopatra and still be ugly to him. 

Interesting fact about Cleopatra is that she was probably not actually a supermodel, she apparently didn’t have a perfect nose and stuff like that. However she seduced emperors and they all thought of her as the most beautiful woman ever. Why? She was a good conversationalist and was probably an interesting woman. The things they and historians have written about her show that she was an interesting woman rather than actually the most beautiful woman on earth. And if you ever see her in a film she is always portrayed by someone that looks like a goddess. You know, she probably didn’t look like that? But that was still how those men saw her. And they would see that in her over someone that actually looked like that.

That woman went down in history as a fierce and well known pharaoh and one of the most beautiful women ever. And so she should. Not just women that look like Helena Troy are beautiful. Also women that look like ordinary people or “unattractive” people (I don’t actually believe in that but whatever) because why should beauty be skin deep? And what determines it? It changes over time and it changes per nation. Beauty like that doesn’t exist. The only eternal beauty is in people’s characters. Do you know that being fat used to be a beautiful trait in the West? It showed wealth. Now being skinny is the beautiful thing. Skin deep beauty like that fades and it changes.

So yes. Arya was beautiful before she started looking like Lyanna. And she looked like Lyanna before actually looking like her. Ned, the man that knew Lyanna, noticed it. Robert however didn’t. He, like Ned suggested, didn’t actually know her. He just saw her and imagined what he wanted. Just like I saw Sansa fans doing since season 1. 

But sure. I can imagine D&D putting Jon with a character whose looks have been established, and then just changing the character into a better one or a good one so that people will ship them. Yes, I can imagine that, sadly.

Originally posted by gossipgirlfanblog

People like to imagine that beautiful people are also good people, because we all need that. If they’re not good we make excuses as to why they aren’t or that they secretly are. Because they still need the character. This proves that most (all) people actually do care about character. People that love people that aren’t attractive don’t make excuses saying why they aren’t. They just see whoever they love as a beautiful person. Because they are. And they’re happy about it.(Having said all this I am so happy that Kit is actually a good person, kittens know what I’m talking about, this shows that out.beauty and in.beauty don’t have to be mutually exclusive).

And now back to Arya (says I who started a post about Arya and then wrote half the paragraphs not about her…)

Originally posted by foursideseven

Arya may become Helena Troy, but that won’t matter to Jon. He loved her while she was covered in mud with her hair in tangles. Her becoming beautiful on the outside will only change the way others look at her: Sansa, Jeyne Poole, Lommy, etc.  Jon Snow (and Ned Stark if he was still alive) never cared about that. That’s why they were the ones to tell her she was beautiful before she started to look beautiful. Because they weren’t talking about her looks. They were talking about her.

At some point in your life, you will meet a girl who will make you see every other girl in a different light or not at all. You’ll meet a girl that will speak volumes of the parts of the world that interest her most, her eyes will light up and set fireworks off in the most dormant areas of your existence. She’ll make you question every small detail of everything you’ve ever known, you’ll see her curiosity get the better of her too often and you’ll marvel at the scrambled mess that is her thoughts. You will meet a girl so careful and fragile that when she is told things she didn’t want to hear, like glass her confidence will shatter into immeasurable tiny pieces that you will sweep up and put back together piece by piece no matter how long it takes. But she will repay your kindness by bringing out sides of you that you hadn’t even imagined existing, she will make new passions burn deep into your core, making you feel things that you’ve never felt before. This is the girl so insecure that even you, who has seen every inch of her body, will cause her to shield her identity in the mornings when she is bare without make up and preparation but you both will be able to hear your heart shatter because when the morning sun slips through the blinds and catches her eye you will realise just how lucky you are to have the most beautiful woman on this earth right in front of you. Don’t you fucking think about letting go of your miracle that breathes. No matter how intimidated you are by her perfection, no matter how much you tremble when the sun light catches her in a way that makes your heart melt, you do not even let the thought of letting her go cross your mind. You’re so used to dominance but she makes you vulnerable and weak, do not let your ego beat you and walk away. Because if you walk away you’re not a saint, you’re not a hero. You would be a coward. There’s no excusing giving up a once in a lifetime girl, because surprisingly enough she won’t come back. She’s aware of what she’s worth and she will not wait around for an indecisive mess. Be vigilant and certain. Sweep her off her feet and create the most amazing memories together that will be talked about long after you’re both gone.
—  her touch feels like immortality
EXO reaction to their s/o being blind and wanting to touch their face to get a mental image

Overall this is just holds a sad undertone, though it can also be a rather intimate moment. This might not be crazily different for each member, but I am positive that each and every exo member would cherish something as significant as this.

-Admin Gray

Originally posted by exoturnback

Baekhyun: This sort of situation would strike hard for Baekhyun, his expression falling slack as the love of his life grazed her fingertips lightly across his skin. His eyes would water as he mirrored her own curious face, his heart beating erratically as her fingers glided across his facial features. He would remain silent, in fear of breaking the intimate moment as she imagined what he looked like through her touch. In the end, she would slowly let her hands fall as she flashed the most beautiful smile he has ever seen. “I think you are the most handsome guy I have ever imagined,” Her light tone would have made him laugh on any other occasion, but the quiet and impactful moment they shared caused emotions to brew in his body. In the end, he kept quiet as a few tears fell down his cheeks, incredibly moved by what just occurred.

Originally posted by essentyeol

Chanyeol: She would have asked softly, almost underneath her breath. But Chanyeol was attentive of her at all times, and registered immediately what she was suggesting. He hesitantly agreed to her wishes, afraid somehow that she would be unsatisfied by the feeling of his face underneath her fingers. She would smile as she grazed his cheekbones, lightly running her hands down his cheek before running her fingers across his lips. Feeling the tension thicken, he realized that this was a monumental moment in their relationship, and he would treasure it forever. His stomach would churn with nerves, ultimately feeling uneasy because she might picture someone who doesn’t fit her. But she would kiss away his insecurity, reassuring him that he was there to stay. It would be a nerve-inducing memory, nonetheless he would always cherish the moment she pictured him in her mind, so that she would forever treasure him as they progressed in their relationship.

Originally posted by everybodyloveschen

Chen: He would feel slightly guarded, but all of that would change as he watched her concentrated features. Sometimes he would find his heart clenching painfully whenever he would look into her unfocused eyes, forever wishing he could exchange them so she could see the world through his vision. He knows she doesn’t want that, though, so he never voiced it aloud, instead leaving it alone and always quietly admiring her. When she told him she wanted to picture him, he could only freeze in shock, her touch causing chills to run down his body. His heart squeezed painfully again, saddened by the fact that she would never be able to see him. She was so beautiful to him, and he wondered if he would be beautiful to her if she never saw him. “Beautiful,” she uttered, her smile washing away all of his doubts. Pain wasn’t encased around his heart anymore, instead a deep fondness for her that grew day by day.

Originally posted by kyvngsoo

D.O: He would not say a word as she proceeded to touch her face, his vision being engulfed by her blatant beauty. Instantly he recognized how intimate this was, how this would be a memory forever stained inside of his head whenever he thought about his girlfriend. He recognized that this was a big step in the relationship, that in a way she was choosing to memorize his face through her touch because she wanted to keep him around. After she finished indulging herself in his facial features, he would grasp one of her hands lightly and press a soft kiss into her palm. “I hope I’m still worthy of being by your side.” She would only laugh, because they both knew Kyungsoo would do anything to make her happy. Hugging him tightly, she would quietly thank him, because situations like this aren’t always comfortable for people. Brushing off her words, he would only feel peace in the end, his heart pumping only for the girl who can only visualize him. And he was thankful to have her.

Originally posted by kaibility

Kai: He wouldn’t hesitate to agree on her wishes, but he would be unsure of how to react as she brushed her fingers across his face. Relaxing his face, he would try and focus on being serious, in order to satisfy her and perhaps allow her to envision someone handsome. All he wanted was for her to be satisfied, though he knew her sweet soul was anything but picky. When she would pause her movements, her fingertips spread across his cheeks, she would shyly utter, “You seem so handsome,” before ducking her head. An uncontrollable smile would spread his lips, and she would gasp as her fingers ran across his now straining smile. Shocking him, his smile would fall, highly aware of how much this meant to her. He would feel the need to apologize, though he wasn’t sure why. “I’m sorry.” She would only shake her head, embracing him as a silent thank you for the important moment.

Originally posted by getlayd

Lay: This would be an emotional moment for him, as his mind reeled about figuring out how to react. He wanted to remain stoic, a blank expression being his go-to option as she slowly studied him with her fingers, but he couldn’t contain himself. It was too emotional for him, and they both froze the moment tears fell out of his eyes, right onto her fingers. He couldn’t bear the thought of making her sad, so he would rush forward and embrace her tightly, stuttering out apologies. “I’m sorry, I just realized how important this is, and I want to be perfect for you.” Brushing his tears away with her hands, she would soothe him and assure him that she pictured him as the most beautiful man on Earth. Laughing joyfully, he would direct her hands to his face again, determined to remain strong for the woman of his dreams.

Originally posted by kaisoh

Sehun: I think that this sort of situation would make him uneasy, simply because he had never experienced anything like it before. He would gaze at her with soft eyes, allowing her as much time as she needed, but he would feel on edge the entire time. It was the sort of situation that made him feel helpless, and he didn’t like that feeling at all. He would do anything for her, including reliving this precious moment a thousand times, but no matter what he would still feel like the air was stifling. He would do anything for her, and would admire her the entire time, even if it wasn’t the ideal emotional setting for him.

Originally posted by qrishan

Suho: This situation, he would cherish forever. No doubt about it, he would peer at her with soft eyes and a warm gaze as she pictured him, thoroughly running her hands across his skin. His eyelids would flutter close as she grazed them, sighing softly as he cherished her actions. He would loosen his expression when she would run her fingers across his lips, his lips lifting in a smile as she ran her hands down the bridge of his nose. This sort of moment he would lock away in his memory, the sort of memory that would haunt him at night as his heart soared at the thought of her. Whatever the scenario was, he embraced it fully for her because he loved her so much. After she was finished, he would kiss her fingertips passionately, smiling brightly at the sight of her peaceful face.

Originally posted by phosphoresces

Xiumin: Staring at her lovingly, he would allow as much time as she wanted, his hands resting on her hips. Tilting his head slightly, he would take the moment to study her own features, feeling breathless as he faced her beauty. Something about this moment registered as intimate to him, even more intimate than their first kiss that they shared, and it made him as nervous as school boy with a crush. Swallowing at her close proximity, he could only feel his palms sweat before he realized his feelings were ridiculous. This was the girl he was head over heels for, the girl who made him sing with joy and sigh with bliss. So as the moment wore on, he would stand there patiently, indulging in the silence and treasuring another moment they would both remember forever.