There once was a girl & boy who lived in Charolette Lane
The woman was gracious as ever
As she embraces her beauty
Her greatness in her skin
Her knots in the locs of her hair
She rides alongside her man
Seeing him
Seeing his reflection
She begins to stare at his soul
All of the hurt and all the pain
The universe moves faster
The air pushes faster
Brushes her away
God willing she wants to glide with him
But can’t leave her daunting past
As time knocks on her door ever single damn time like an overfull sock drawer
She wants to move
She wants to run with him
But she can’t because he must love the two of her
He must decide if he wants two of her not half
Slice a peer in half and give her one
But finish both and you have ate the seed of life
We join together as one but we live separate in the temple
He loves her just the way she is but finds faults in everything she does even though he loves her effortlessly
Your hair Is like a BRAIDED antenna touching the universe.
Your hair is made to fly
The best way to speak to God
We were created
We are one
We are love
We are one but separate in the temple a poem by Africancreature

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Dating Bucky Barnes would include :

- “doll”, “beautiful”, “love”, “gorgeous

- leaving sweet love notes such as “good morning handsome”, “I love you just the way that you are”, “you are NOT a monster”, “I love you” on the fridge, the TV remote or even his nightstand 

- him watching you sleep and thinking of how lucky he is to have you

- you doing the same

- comforting him whevener he has nightmares or feels bad about himself

- possessive Bucky 

- jealous Bucky

- Whenever he sees you talking with another guy, he stays calm at first and stays focused on whatever he was doing at that moment. But as soon as he considers that the guy thinks he has his chances with you, he shows up next to you, places an arm around your waist, kisses your cheek and says something like “Doll, who’s that man you’re talking too, huh ?

- “(Y/N) no” “(Y/N) yes

- him asking you to put his hair in a man bun before going on a mission

- both worshipping each other’s body 

-  sometimes asking to be the big spoon because you love the way Bucky circles your body with his arms and rests his head on your chest as you run your hands through his hair

- saying “I love you’s” multiple times through the day

- always making the other smile

- always complimenting the other and reminding him how beautiful he is

- rough sex, make up sex, gentle sex

-  taking pictures of him so you can look at them while he’s away

- teaching him how to use new technologies

- him not wanting you to leave the bed in the morning

- “But… doll. Stay in bed with me for a little longer. Work can wait.” he says with his morning voice.


- loving the other like crazy

- you’re basically #couplegoals

- stealing his shirts

- constantly touching the other 

- lots, and I mean lots of cuddles

- him getting shy and blushes when you kiss his cheek in public but he’s always asking for attention and affection at home

- him opening up to you and understanding that you’ll never judge him for anything

- him reaching out for your hands when you’re outside, or even when he wants to have you close to him because it makes him feel safer

- you resting on his metal arm during summer nights because it’s cold

- him calling you at random times, forgetting what he wanted to tell you then appologizing and telling you he loves you

- you tracing the scar that separates his flesh from his metal arm before bed as he closes his eyes

- you being best friends with Sam and Steve

- reminding him several times that he doesn’t have to be jealous because you’re all his

- “You’re my mission tonight.” he says playfully before kissing your neck.

- him thinking that you’re an angel that needs to be protected at all costs

- him texting you tons of emojis that make no sense but you don’t complain because he thinks that that’s cute and it makes him happy

- morning sex

- showering together which leads to quickies

- you creating a playlist of musics that reminds him of you so he can listen to them when he’s away

- letting him touch and braid your hair when he anxious

- massaging his muscular back when he comes back from a mission

- going withhim to buy plums and groceries shopping

- old couples thinking that you’re adorable together

- him tightening his embrace around your waist whenever you move a little during the night because he’s afraid that you might leave him one day which leads to you caressing his hand and whisper “I’m not going anywhere, baby. Never.”

- him snuggling his face in your neck and hugging you by behind when you’re cooking

- sexual tension when you’re arguing

- someone get me a Bucky. please


Come Undone (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: You attend Coachella with the twins and Cameron. It doesn’t go the way you had expected it to.
Word Count: 3,612
Warnings: None.
A/N: Let’s all drink (OJ of course) to Coachella and for 2 more days of delicious looking outfits. Also, I had such a hard time focusing on writing this. So many things were distracting me so I hope this turned out good. x (Title from the song Wolfie by Golden Features.)

You groaned loudly as you hopped out of the car, pushing past Ethan to get out; desperate to stretch your legs. Ethan mumbled incoherently, not too happy with being woken up from his nap and Grayson jumped out right after you, raising his arms high up in the air and letting out a moan. You couldn’t help but laugh, walking around the car to where Cameron had popped the trunk open, already lugging her bag out.

The ride to Palm Springs hadn’t been all too painful, but Cam had insisted on listening to Mike Posner while Grayson argued over wanting to listen to some “hype music” as he’d so nicely put it. They’d fought over the AUX cord for thirty whole minutes and you’d already developed a headache by the time you were out on the road; Ethan curled right beside you as he napped through the commotion.

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Imagine: Fili Getting Concerned over Your Injury

Originally posted by ghisborne

(SEQUEL to Balin Giving You Love Advice, as requested!  In case you haven’t read the original, here it is! )

   You made your way back to camp, one arm wrapped around a bundle of firewood you gathered while the other hand touched your braid.  A smile grew on your face as you recalled the bonding time with Balin.  He had become like a grandfather figure to you and just made it official by braiding your hair.  You were basically family now.  Not to mention the elderly dwarf had sealed the deal by imparting some love advice to you.  It was a sneaky plan, really.  He suggested that you fake an injury, a twist of the ankle maybe, in order to get your crush’s attention.  Of course, you didn’t take the advice.  The Company had plenty of things to deal with.  That last thing you wanted was to make anyone worry over a fake injury. Balin’s suggestion had been hilarious, nonetheless.  To think that he could be so mischievous…  It made you smile and even laugh aloud a few times on the way back with the firewood.  You almost hadn’t noticed one of your comrades approach you several minutes later.  

    “Hey, _______,” Kili greeted you with a big grin. “How is my favorite female Company member doing?”

    “I’m the only female Company member,” you reminded, eyeing him suspiciously.  That grin of his was just too big.  He was up to something.  But then again, the young dwarf prince was always up to something.

    “My point still stands,” he retorted.  The grin faltered, but morphed into more of a smirk.

    “What’s going on?” you asked, suspicion growing into concern.  His smirk vanished, and he looked a little more on the nervous side.

    “Oh, nothing.  Nothing at all.”  He rocked back on his heels for a moment, hands folded behind his back as he glanced around in an attempt at nonchalance.  “Beautiful night.”

    “Yeah, it is,” you glanced up at the night sky, which you could barely see through the canopy of trees in the forest.  Stars shone like distant diamonds through gaps in the branches.  The moon was very bright and cast rays of silver on the scene.  “The sky is so clear.”

    “Mhm.”  He nodded.

    “And the moon is really bright.  I haven’t seen a moon like that in a long time.”


   “Yep.”   You tore your gaze away from the sky and let it rest on him for a moment.  The moon cast dark shadows on his face.  He seemed to be staring at something distractedly over your shoulder.  Before you could turn to look, he spoke up suddenly.

    “Um, what’s that over there?  Is that an owl?” he nearly shouted, pointing to your right.  An alarm went off somewhere in your mind, a warning of sorts.  But you ignored it in the heat of the moment as you turned to see what he was pointing at.  Of course nothing was there.  There were only trees looming before you.  No owl, or whatever.


    Your inquiry was cut off when a sudden shove from your left side caused you to stumble.  Arms flailed in a sad attempt to establish balance, but it was no use.  A tree root caught on your foot, and a sharp pain jabbed in your ankle as you fell to the forest floor.  

    “Ow!” you winced, sitting up slightly on your elbows. Your eyes flashed up to glare at the culprit.  “Why did you do that?”

    A smirk appeared on his face for barely a millisecond, but it vanished just as quickly.  You wondered if you imagined it.

    “________!  Are you alright?”  A familiar voice called from behind.  Footsteps hurried through the grass and fallen leaves until a certain dwarf prince stood in front of you, his concerned blue eyes gazing at you.

    “I’m fine, I just….fell,” you replied, cheeks flushing red from embarrassment.  Of course it had to be Fili to see you like this. The only dwarf in the Company that you would have preferred not to see you falling to the ground clumsily.  Your eyes flickered to Kili briefly in irritation.

    Fili followed your gaze to his brother immediately, and put two and two together. “What did you do?”

    Kili threw his hands up, feigning innocence. “It was an accident!  I barely bumped into her, brother.  I didn’t realize she would fall so easily.”

    “You should be more careful,” Fili huffed to the dark-haired prince before turning to hold out a hand towards you with a charming smile.  “Here.”

    You offered a small grateful smile as you took his hand.  But when the strong dwarf lifted you to your feet effortlessly, the sharp pain returned to your ankle, making you crumble to your knees again.  “Ouch!”

    “What?  What’s wrong?”  Fili questioned, kneeling in front of you.  His eyes searched your face anxiously.   You didn’t mean for him to be upset, but it was kind of sweet for him to be fussing so much.        

    “It’s okay,” you assured him.  “I think I may have twisted my ankle in the fall.”

    His expression turned from anxious to serious, his eyebrows furrowing.  “Kili, go tell Oin.  Now.”

    It was strange to see Kili leaving with a smug look on his face.  What on earth was he smirking about, anyway?  There was absolutely nothing funny about the situation!  Your thoughts were interrupted by Fili sliding an arm behind your back.  

   “Can you wrap your arms around my neck?” he asked.

   You blinked.  “What?”

   “It will take Oin forever to finally understand what Kili is trying to tell him.  We might as well get you to a more comfortable spot back at camp,” he explained. You barely understood what he was saying because the close proximity with someone you fancied was throwing you off a bit.

    “You don’t have to do that,” you protested.

    “I’m not going to let you limp back to camp.” He flashed a charming grin beneath his braided moustache.  “So you might as well allow me the pleasure of helping you.”

     It only took a few seconds of his blue eyes, glinting with amusement, staring into yours for you to give in.  “Okay,” you agreed, giving a small nod.  His grin grew wider as you tentatively wrapped your arms around his neck.  With one arm still around your back, he carefully slid his other arm under your legs and lifted you up with ease.  It was quiet all of a sudden, and the only sounds you could hear were his footsteps in the forest and your own heart beating wildly.  It was unbearable.

    “Thorin’s going to be mad,” you muttered.  “I didn’t get the firewood…”

    “Nevermind him,” Fili chuckled softly.  He looked down at you, and the light-hearted sound faltered as he did a double-take.  “Your hair,” he said, his voice cracking slightly.  “It’s…braided.”    

    “Yeah, I know.  It was really getting on my nerves.  I’m really glad that he braided it for me.  I was having trouble finding a clip to keep it together.”

    “He?”  Now there was no mistaking the downcast expression.

    “Yes,” you nodded.  “Balin.”

    “Balin?” his brows rose incredulously for a moment. Then, he full-on laughed.  “As a gesture of grandfatherly love, I presume.”

    “Well, of course,” you laughed.  “Because I don’t have any family members on this journey to do it for me.”

    “Of course,” he repeated.   The silence in the conversation returned for a minute as Fili stepped over a particularly large fallen tree.  “I must admit, I was disappointed for a moment.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “When I thought someone else had braided your hair.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “That someone was courting you.”

    “Oh,” you blushed at the unexpected confession. “I would have been disappointed too, if it were anyone other than you.”  Your eyes widened at the realization you said that aloud.  Oh no…You probably crossed a line at that one… But to your relief, Fili was grinning.

    He opened his mouth, probably to retort with some witty flirt, but was interrupted when two members of the Company came crashing into the clearing.

    “Here’s Oin,” Kili announced.  He paused when he saw Fili carrying you and you with your arms around his neck.  He smiled slyly.  “It looks like you took things into your own hands, Fee.”

    “Well, it took you long enough to find Oin,” he retorted.

    “You might as well bring her right to camp,” Oin told him.  “I’ll have a look at her ankle then.”  The four of you continued only a few yards before emerging into the clearing where camp was.  You wanted to hide your face from Balin’s smug look as he watched Fili carefully set you down on a bedroll.  Oin knelt to take a look at your ankle.  “It’s not broken,” he announced.  “Just a sprain.  But you might want to stay off it for the rest of the night.  I’ll let Thorin know.”

    “Thank you, Oin.”

    Across the way, Balin was watching the scene with arms folded.  Kili went over to join him, and they shook hands.  Then it clicked.  Balin’s advice.  Kili randomly pushing you over “on accident” so you just happened to sprain your ankle….  

    You glanced at Fili, who watched as Oin wrapped up your injured ankle, and then you stared at Balin and Kili in absolute disbelief.   They waved back with pleasant smiles on their faces.  It looks like you took Balin’s advice, whether you wanted to or not.

Bofur x Reader

Summary: Thranduil decides to have a ‘talk’ with you after Thorin declines his deal and insults him. He uses you to send a message at your and Bofur’s expense.

Characters: Bofur, The company, Thranduil, Legolas

Warnings: Strong language used though very little

Word Count: 2,541

“I told him he could go Ishkh khakfe andu null him and all his kin!” You heard Thorin snarl angrily from your shared cell with Bofur, you turned to him alarm on your face.

“Bofur what does that mean?” You asked him frightfully, you were only half dwarf the other half of you human and had been living on the streets of Bree scavenging and stealing to survive until Gandalf found you and asked you to assist a friend of his on a quest. You of course had said yes eager to leave your miserable life of the streets behind you. This of course led you to meeting Bofur and the two of you falling in love.

“It means may you die in dragon fire.” He replied voice quiet. You visibly paled at his words if Thorin had insulted the King whatever slim chance you had at getting out of here was now gone.

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“You shouldn’t be here now.” His voice still sounds small despite how deep it’s grown these last few years, despite the echo of the small prayer room. “We’re not to see each other.”

“Lucky thing is,” Chirrut says obstinately, flopping gracelessly down next to Baze, sprawled while the other kneels stiffly. Chirrut can tell by the odd resonance of his voice that his head is to the ground, penitent. Or sulking. “I can’t see anything, and as much as I’ve tried, you’re no exception.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Baze growls, sitting up to face the altar. He rubs a hand self-consciously over his newly shaved head. It feels wrong in a way he did not expect to still experience so strongly all these years after leaving his home. “If someone sees you in here with me, they’ll think the worst. Then we’ll really get it.”

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Lifeguard, unexpected

@xerxia31 ;)

A little drabble. Unbeta-ed.

It’s hard to focus on the kids in the pool, even though she throws the swim rings in the water, just like the teacher instructed her to do.

Really hard.

Not because she feels the sun biting her skin - yes she’s pretty sure she’ll get sunburnt soon.

Not because the kids are misbehaving - she’s pretty sure that by her miracle, her niece’s friends like her.

Not because she’s tired.

But because the cute lifeguard is back.

Middle height, stocky built.

Ashy blonde hair.


The other times she came along to the pool with her niece - her brother’s Gale daughter - she had seen both lifeguards, taking turn at teaching. The Apollo like man named Finnick and a shy little brown-haired woman named Annie.

Annie was missing today, and Katniss couldn’t keep her eyes from the new lifeguard.

Really couldn’t.

“Miss Katniss, what do we do next?” one of the kids asked.

She had no clue. Really none.

“What about a race?” yes, that was a good idea.. “ I throw the rings, you pick them up, and bring them all back to me. one point per ring ?”

All the kids nodded at once, happy to prove they could dive and swim.

And it gave Katniss time to look at the lifeguard over and over again.

The whistle came too soon. Time was over.

As she got out of the pool, she couldn’t help but thing she’d have liked for this hot lifeguard to have been there the prior times.

Because the class wasn’t coming anymore.

She would not get to see him.

Katniss gathered her group of girls before she started to walk towards the lockers room when her voice halted her.

“Miss Katniss? You forgot something.”

She turned on the spot, almost frozen by the voice. It wasn’t the teacher, or the other parent accompanying the kids.

It wasn’t Finnick’s - he called her Miss Sirene.

That left … Hot Blonde Guy.

She looked at him, seeing he was holding something green in his hand - her hair tie.

As she walked towards him, she let her hand touch her braid, realizing it had fallen at some point, surely in the water. Realizing at the same time the lifeguard was dripping with water - did he go fetch her hair tie ? Surely it wasn’t important enough a thing for him to dive in ?

She stopped in front of him, trying very hard to not look at the planes of his chest, or at his abs in full display, or at his so blue eyes.

Tried being the key-word.

She mostly succeeded, until a drop teased her, letting her eyes follow her onto his pecs …

“That’s yours, I think?”

She was taken out of her reverie so suddenly it made her head spin. But as soon as she touched his hand to grab the little piece,the spinning got worse, followed by an army of butterflies spreading into her body.

She tried to walk away from him, but he was too quick, taking her hand in his.

“Hum, I know it’s going to sound crazy, but I know it’s the last time this class comes to the pool and I’d -” he took a deep breath.” I know it’s crazy, and we just met, but I was wondering if maybe you’d like …. you’d like to have a drink?”

“With you ?“ Katniss asked, surprised.

“If you allow it, yes?”

She smiled.

“I’ll allow it.”

Tony’s Shirt - Tony Stark x Plus Sized Reader - Fluff


@thekrazykeke said: 

a Tony fic with a plus sized reader.

A/n: Let me just quickly say, i loved this prompt because I am a plus sized woman. And reading fanfiction (smut or fluff) always leaves me thinking, “Wow, i automatically imagined myself thin.” And that can sometimes leave me with insecurities. Especially if it’s a story about wearing a celeb’s clothing, cause i’m like “Well, that wouldn’t happen for me…” And that’s so silly! Is it a fact that i wouldn’t be able to fit into, let’s say, RDJ’s t-shirt? Probably, but that shouldn’t leave me feeling insecure, because there are a million other ways to be sexy and beautiful and confident! So, I want to take this moment to say something to the young men and women who are plus sized and might be feeling insecure:

You are every bit as beautiful and sexy as people like Chris Hemsworth and Scarlett Johansson. Don’t ever think that you can’t be sexy because of your size. That’s a damn lie. And the only reason you should be losing weight is for one of the following reasons: your health is at risk or YOU want to slim down. Don’t ever try to fit into society’s beauty standards, because even celebrities don’t fit those standards. They have photoshop and makeup artists working on them 24/7 in all their movies and photo shoots. You are beautiful and sexy and wonderful, and don’t ever let anyone try to tell you otherwise.

Ok, now that that’s done. Please enjoy the story :)

Originally posted by duckbuttt

               Tony walked into the Avengers compound and dropped his keys on the table beside the door. He heard soft music playing somewhere in the house. It was obviously your music because it wasn’t his rock play list, or Banner’s opera, or Rogers’ jazz.

               “Any one home!” he shouted. No one answered.  He decided to follow the music and see if he could find you. He followed the song all the way to the kitchen. As he got closer, he recognized the song as one of your favorite “sexy times” songs.

You know our love would be tragic (oh, yeah)

So you don’t pay it, don’t pay it no mind, mind, mind

We live with no lies

Hey, hey

You’re my favorite kind of night

               “Y/n!” He called again, but you didn’t answer.

               As he got closer to the kitchen, he smelled something burning. It almost smelled like a mixture of burned beans and over boiled pasta. What on earth compelled you to create a dinner using those ingredients, Tony didn’t know. When he finally reached the kitchen, he was slightly shocked to see that you weren’t there. He’d fully expected to walk in and see you swaying your hips to The Weeknd while you attempted to salvage whatever concoction you’d created.

               “F.R.I.D.A.Y, scan the compound. Who’s here?” Tony demanded.

               “I’m only detecting two heat signatures, sir. Yours, and Ms. Y/l/n.” The AI’s voice replied.

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Make the Bed

Requested by @readinggiraffe 82:“No, it was my fault for thinking that you might care.” 87: “I tried to change the duvet and I got stuck inside.” 95: “I am NOT crying, okay?! I’m allergic to jerks!”

Manorian - domestic au

Dorian was just trying to do something nice for his girlfriend. But, like all good intentioned things, it was bound to go wrong at some point.

Who knew that making the bed could be so hard? Apparently you’re not supposed to try and climb into the duvet cover. Who knew? Dorian did not.

Luckily, he had his phone in his back pocket, so with a little difficulty, he pulled his cell out, carefully maneuvered his legs so he was comfortable, and embarrassedly texted Manon.

Hey, can you help me with something real quick?

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demad69  asked:

In BHP did Qui and Obi ever have a baby and how they handle it? Was it a girl or a boy or one each? Has Yoda already clamed it for a Padawan? Did Obi-Wan's Labor make Anakin smart and use protection with Padme? I read the whole thing on AO3 and now I NEED to know Please!

“I’m…going to shove you off a cliff Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan hissed then groaned. “No I won’t. I’m sorry I said that, I asked for this.” He whimpered and clung to the hand as the contractions hit.

“I know, I know love, its just the pain talking.” Qui-Gon murmured, gently rubbing the moist cloth over the others forehead with his free hand. “Are you sure you don’t want an epidural?” He questioned again as the apprentice healer was moving around and making sure Obi-Wan was alright until he was ready to push.

“I kind of want to be aware when our baby comes to the world.” The omega grunted before shuddering heavily. “But at this point I’m starting to wonder.”

“Its just a quick pinch, you know that.” Qui-Gon cooed and leaned in to kiss the other on the sweaty forehead. “The healers would set it and then you could try to relax.”

“And the side effects?” Obi-Wan leaned into the touch, hissing a bit when the blanket over his lap was lifted to check on his dilatation.

“Potential side effects are fever, longer delivery, muscular weakness after birth and low blood pressure.” The apprentice offered, giving them both a small smile. “It used to be more honestly but improved medical aid and drugs has eased some of it. Not to mention the delivery method now compared to then makes it a quick pinch instead of the involved process it used to be.”

“And advantages?” Obi-Wan panted.

“Well eased pain for sure.” She offered. “You’re less likely to hyperventilate which increases the oxygen flow for the baby and because you’re not as distressed, the baby’s distress lowers too.”

“Its up to you love.” Qui-Gon murmured and pressed a soft kiss to the hand holding his.

Obi-Wan hesitate until the next contraction came.

“Give me the damn epidural!” He cried out, close to tears.

Outside the room Anakin winced and looked at an equally horrified looking Padme on the holo from R2. “…We’re using protection.” She declared. “EVERY time, you hear me Anakin.”

“Yes ma'am.” He smiled meekly. Not that he felt prepared for a baby just yet as it was.


“You did so well Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon whispered, rumbling quietly while nuzzling his sweaty and flushed mate, the other panting sharply as he rested against the pillows of the bed. “So well, you did so GOOD.” He kissed him gently all over the face, small butterfly kisses.

Dazed green looked back at him and the Jedi stroked his cheek tenderly. “You can rest mate. You deserve sleep and I’ll look after our little one while you rests.”

“She’s…sleeping.” Obi-Wan rasped and Qui-Gon chuckled. “Won’t make…a fuss.”

“So she’s safe and you can rest. Its okay.” He continued caressing gently, smiling at how Obi-Wan leaned into his touch.

“…You’re braiding my hair…when I wake up.” Obi-Wan closed his eyes to rest, needing it.

Chucking quietly, Qui-Gon nodded as he continued slowly stroking the flushed cheek. And then he looked to the basin that contained his daughter, grinning as she just continued breathing, being one of the most miraculous things Qui-Gon had ever seen.

“I see congratulations are in order.” The long haired master looked up at the voice and beamed.

“Mace, come in, please. Obi-Wan is sleeping.”

“He feels exhausted.” The Korun stepped in after the invite.

“He is, he’s asleep now though but the labor lasted for hours. Meet my daughter Mace.” He beamed up at the dark skinned man, gesturing to the basin.

“She looks healthy. What’s her name?”

“Well, so far me and Obi-Wan were still trying to decide, Si-Nara or something like Aria.” Qui-Gon couldn’t stop smiling as Mace peered into the little bed, the Korun chuckling at the little bundle.

“You know Yoda’s already claimed her for a future padawan?”

“The old man will have to wait until she’s older. And who’s to say he’s going to want her in the future.” Qui-Gon grinned.

“You’re right, might be a small fight. I wouldn’t mind training her either.” Mace reached out and stroked her soft belly gently, making a soft noise when she moved underneath his touch. “…Qui-Gon, I’m training her.”


“Yes. She’s going to be a wonderful padawan.”

The blue eyed master blinked then tilted his head. “What did you see?”

“A devastatingly smart padawan with a kind heart. Who’s going to kick Skywalker’s ass often.” Mace smirked.

“So…skilled duelist then.”

“Mhmm.” Mace continued stroking the little soft chubby cheeks.

nightmare of a girl rips petals off of roses. selfish, kills everything she touches to braid the pretty things in her hair. says she’s a treehugger but thinks the world is her own, taking away the beauty of a wildflower to nail it to her diary and trap butterflies in a breathless jar. she says flowers make her pretty, flowers are her own. the world, it’s all a joke, it’s all for her. miserable girl asks mother nature if he loves her. she tears one last petal off of the baby and he loves her not.
—  black-eyed susan don’t like white girls who make rosewater.
Things white people say about my box braids/twists
  • Girl in class: can you explain your hair to me
  • Coworker: I don't get it. *touches braid
  • Boy at party: I like your dreads
  • Girl at mall: *pets my hair I push her hand away and when I turn around she's still touching a twist.
  • Girl in class: you look so African
  • Professor: I don't get how it stays in or where it attaches.
  • Why do white people feel they deserve an explanation about my hair. Its my hair

Okay so I’ve seen a lot of posts about people really wanting Bluesey to be able to kiss post-TRK. And I’m kinda with you, cause those damn kids have been through enough. But even if they can’t, Bluesey is canon true love and I just don’t think it would be that big a deal? Like look how much cuteness we’ve got in four books without any kisses:
- gansey tucking blue into his overcoat
- sharing mint leaves and yogurt spoons
- hand holding galore
- nightly phone calls and drives
- the infamous “kiss without a kiss” sequences.
I dunno, I just think they’d figure out how to work without kissing. Please consider cuddling, cheek stroking, forehead touching, finger braiding, nose brushing, running fingers through hair, sitting in each other’s laps, etc. Then go ahead and tell me they still need kissing.
Tl;dr: I’d like them to be happy and curseless post TRK but I also completely believe their love is strong enough to work through the curse if it’s still in place.

Lana with a hidden braid.

So Morga (my sith warrior and Outlander in my universe), has been learning how to braid hair to help get back to her Alderaanian roots- especially after finding out Lana is pregnant. Because of course she will want to braid her kid’s hair.

Morga practiced on Lana and came up with a decent small braid. Lana was touched by it and decided to keep it. Morga made sure to do it under the rest of her hair so no one can really see it. Because Morga understands and respects Lana’s decision to keep their relationship on a semi-private basis. But sometimes the braid can be noticeable when Lana runs her fingers through her hair. 

Morga was originally going to use a green band since it’s Lana’s favorite color. But Lana insisted on a blue one as a tiny reminder that Morga is always with her.

The 100 Hogwarts AU
Raven Reyes - Ravenclaw

Having been born to Muggle parents, there was no way to know how truly perfectly suited Raven Reyes was to her name until the day the sorting hat shouted “Ravenclaw!” having barely touched her braided hair. She threw herself head first into her studies. With two engineers for parents, Raven had a mechanical mind that was well suited to the practicality of Transfiguration and Potions. By the end of her first year, she was well known amongst the professors for handing in several extra pieces of parchment on a subject. Often those pages were detailed analyses of how the technique could and should be improved. To the horror of several professors, they were written in modern pencils. But there was no arguing with Raven, especially about her pencils and their necessary erasers. When she had learned of Hogwarts and the wizarding world it had quickly become her personal mission to petition the school to allow her a Raven rather than an Owl. Raven the Ravenclaw with the pet Raven? The cleverness of it tickled her, but she was denied her request and ended up with a highly focused snowy owl whose piercing grey eyes caught everything. In the spare time she found between classes and homework, a feat that was truly magical to her friends, she joined the Ravenclaw quidditch team and became the youngest and greatest seeker since the great Harry Potter himself decades earlier.

New Talent
  • Sonic: *appears in front of Saitama* Hero Saitama! Today I will defeat you!
  • Saitama: your hair braided?
  • Sonic: ...*touches the back of his head to feel his hair is braided*...Rider learned how to braid hair yesterday
  • Saitama: Oh, looks nice.
  • Sonic: ...thanks...
  • *both go quiet*
  • Saitama: I think you were going to defeat me-
  • Sonic: YES! YOU WILL LOSE!
The Juvia-Effect

I just couldn’t help it when I saw the beautiful and damn perfect Mashima drawing of Juvia in a High School uniform [you can see the whole image here] and I just HAD to write about it.

Gray watched as she walked with the other girls and, like always, his heart raced a bit too fast with the sight. She laughed at something Lucy had said and he could faintly hear it, as they were coming their way and his stupid stomach had its butterflies floating all around.

Juvia Lockser was at the same class as he was at Fairy Tail High School, they had known each other for a little over three years and she had never, not once, hid that she fell in love with him. Gray, on the other hand, had denied with every turn that he was falling in love with her while telling people that ‘no, they were not a couple’. Funny, though, that the moment his foster brother started to pay attention to her, every cell in his body was boiling in a jealousy he had never felt before.

She looked his way and smiled, goddamit, those butterflies were busy that morning.

But then again, she was beautiful and every man with blood in his veins would feel something when looked that way by a gorgeous woman. All his female friends were beautiful in their own unique ways, but Juvia… Juvia had something about her, some type of sparkle, perhaps?, that made people look at her and see how beautiful she was.

Even though she had a beautiful body – anyone who bothered to go to the swim club could see that easily – she dressed in a very conservative way. While the girls at school tried to flirt with the school laws about the skirt length and make it as small as possible, Juvia’s skirt reached even below her knees, and even so she put long dark socks un until above her knees so no one could actually see her legs (they were one of her best qualities, they seem to go on and on and on, much to his delight). And her blouse was a little baggy even around her chest (that everyone could see she was very accomplished in that area) and even that she diverted the attention to the Teru teru bozu doll she had over her tie. Her hair was usually loose, falling in waves on her back. But that morning she had chosen to put it in two braids, letting just a few short locks loose and her bangs falling over her eyes.

She didn’t get attention because of the skin she was showing, she got attention because she was freaking stunning.

Gray might’ve been a bit bias because she was his girlfriend and, in his mind, one of (if not the) most beautiful girls he had ever seen.

But no, he saw the looks she got, she saw guys and some girls look at her, amazed and some in lust. It was the Juvia-Effect, he liked to call, when people just couldn’t take their eyes off her.

Damn, he was caught in the Juvia-Effect more times than not! Damn her and that beautiful glow, vibe or whatever it was.

“Good morning, Gray-sama!” Juvia said happily when she met her boyfriend in front of their school while Lucy greeted her own boyfriend, Natsu, who was next to Gray, waiting for his girlfriend as well and the other girls went inside, leaving the couples. Juvia took a step closer to him and planted a small peck on his lips, chaste enough, but made him blush even so. “Why are you frowning so early in the morning?” She asked, amused.

“You changed your hair.” He told her and it was her turn to frown and she touched a braid, self-conscious.

“Oh, does it look bad? Juvia will undo it-”

“No.” He interrupted her, shaking his head. “Nothing like that, it looks really good, actually. I liked it. It suits you.” He was pleased to see her cheeks get pinker and she looked embarrassed to had been given a compliment by her boyfriend.

“Juvia will make sure to braid her hair more often, then.” She told him and Gray nodded. “Now let’s go to class. We can talk more about how you like Juvia’s hair on our date after school.” She chuckled and Gray saw her so radiant, he couldn’t help but to think again how pretty she was.

Then, he groaned. He was caught on the Juvia-Effect again and he didn’t think he never would be able not to be caught on it.

It was one hell of effect.