these gifs were so much fun to make

Can we talk about Finn for a minute? I keep reading that Finn gets described as “flat” or “boring” by some in the Star Wars fandom. Obviously everyone’s entitled to their opinion. But I’ll tell you, from my perspective? He’s one of the most unique, charismatic Star Wars characters out there. 

1. Finn humanized stormtroopers. Made us experience panic and terror at the terrible choices they have to make. Stormtroopers, who were practically a joke in the other movies - white plastic statutes that existed just to get shot and clatter into a pile.

2. Finn’s flight with Poe Dameron is an explosion of emotion. That scene blew me away. Both of them had so much fun with it, and you can see Finn feel the real impact of having a name, rather than being a number. 

3. Finn is profoundly empathetic and protective. Hell, I swear he cares about BB8 when he has to describe the plane crash, and Poe’s “death”, to the droid. 

4. Finn shows tremendous range in this movie. Traumatized (stormtrooper battle), jocular (”you got a boyfriend?”), joyous (”that’s one hell of a pilot”), wistful (”Take care of yourself. Please.”), angry (ligthsaber battle), I could go on. I like Luke Skywalker as much as the next fan, but I think Finn shows more range in this one film than Luke did in all three. 

5. Finn’s story arc is powerful, subversive, and inspiring. Going from a number to a name. Finding a family after being taken from his home as a child. Turning his back on the First Order and then realizing he needs to go further, and embrace the cause of the Resistance.

6. Finn’s relationship with Rey. I’m gonna get choked up about this, so I’ll just say John Boyega is an amazing actor, and I loved every scene he had with Daisy Ridley. 

Anyway that’s my fangirling contribution. To me, Finn’s amazing. 

Gif courtesy of @kit-harington

Imagine play fighting with Chris. (Part 2)

A/N: So I recently bought a Yankees’ cap (why? ‘Cause I’ve always liked the New York Yankees even though I don’t really follow baseball) and I feel like this would be how Chris would react if his girl wore anything that didn’t celebrate his Bostonian roots. I’m doing this as a part two to the first play fight one, where they 'argued’ about the Patriots jersey Y/N had on.

“Can you hurry it up?” Chris called from the front door as you finished your smoothie in the kitchen. “I know it’s only nine, but it’s quite a drive and I don’t know what traffic’s going to be like.” You made some noise with your mouth full to tell him you’d heard him. “Tick tock, Y/N!” He called louder, trying not to laugh when he heard you make a frustrated sound with your throat. “We don’t have all day!”

You and Chris were driving to the other side of town to pick up a gift for your best friend’s baby shower which was in a few days. You’d ordered the top of the market baby stroller she’d been talking about for a while now; it was in the exact same baby blue color she’d painted her nursery, as well as engraved with the name her and her husband had chosen for their first born son. It was the perfect gift, the only problem was that instead of having it delivered- you’d accidentally chose the option to pick it up yourself at the branch on the other side of town. You’d tried to correct your mistake, but it was too late- your personalized stroller was waiting for you three and a half hours away. You were lucky your husband loved you and your best friend as much as he did otherwise you would’ve had a huge mess on your hands. He offered to drive, turning the mistake into a fun road trip instead.

“I’m coming!” You called back with a frown as you washed your glass. “We’ve still got plenty of time. Even with traffic, we’re going to make it. The store doesn’t close till eight, so can you just relax?” You grabbed your phone and cap, tugging it over you head as you made your way to the front door.

“Honest to God, you’re such a-” He cut himself off when he saw you. His jaw dropped and he stared at you with absolute horror, “oh my God.” His comment made your eyes narrow in confusion. You were about to ask what he was going on about when he asked, “what the hell is on your head?”

“Um…” Your eyes darted up towards your cap. “A cap?” You’d completely forgotten you’d grabbed the Yankees hat Sebastian gave you for your birthday, the one Chris had made you swore you’d never wear because it was a 'betrayal’ to him and your marriage; he was an extremist, that one. “I don’t under-”

“You’re fucking wearing a Yankees cap,” he cut you off with a chuckle. “Seriously?” He asked as you confirmed his accusation. “Are we seriously going to do this again?” He tried not to smile when he remembered how the last play fight went; you’d worn a Falcons jersey courtesy of Octavia Spencer and you’d both ended up in the pool. “Take it off.” He told you when you’d tugged it back over your head. “We’re not going anywhere with you in that piece of trash.”

“Okay,” you laughed. “You need to calm down, mister. This was a birthday present from Seb and it’s one of my most comfortable caps. So no, I am not going to take it off because you can’t handle seeing merchandise from teams that aren’t yours.” He pressed his lips tightly together, squinting at you evilly. “Let’s go, weren’t you worried we weren’t going to make it in time?”

“Yes, but I can’t take you anywhere in that hat.”

“Chris,” you laughed and pinching his face in one of your hands. He tried not to laugh as you squished his cheeks, “it’s only cute when I’m in the mood. I’m not changing my hat, okay?” He scrunched his nose at you and you chuckled. “What’s wrong with the Yankees anyway?” You quizzed as you dropped your hand. “They’re a good team.”

“How. Dare. You?” He punctuated each word, emphasizing his shock and horror.

“Let’s just go, you dork.” You slipped your hand in his and pulled a laughing him out of the front door. “I don’t even know why you’re so offended.” You told him as he locked the front door; he glanced back at you with a face that said it all, making you laugh. “It’s not like I support the team, I don’t even like sports.”

“She says to her husband who is a sports fanatic,” he said monotonously in a teasing manner; you laughed. “It’s offensive because you’re married to a Bostonian and you should be supporting The Patriots and The Red Socks.” You rolled your eyes at that. “Just so you know, my mom would kill you if she saw that on your head.”

“She has and she didn’t.” You told him as you walked towards the car. His eyes narrowed because he didn’t believe you, and you teased him as you both got into the car, “not everyone is as petty as you, Evans.”

“True, but I know my mom and she’s as petty as me.” That wasn’t true. “C'mon, where do you think I get it from?” He joked as he turned the key in the ignition; the engine purred. “We got into a huge argument after I had to wear a Yankees hat for Nanny Diaries. Huge,” he emphasized, “Y/N.”

“That’s a fake story,” you laughed and he bit back his smile as he pulled the car out of the driveway. “You may be able to trick interviewers, Christopher.” He chuckled as he took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips. “But I’m your wife and I know everything about you.”

“Then you should know not to wear that hat,” he mumbled into your skin and you yanked your hand away, rolling your eyes. “God.” You both burst out laughing when you caught each others’ gazes. “You’re lucky I love you more than I hate that team.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you laughed.

“About as ridiculous as you in that hat.”

“Oh my God,” you laughed harder, causing the corners of your eyes to crinkle which made Chris smile. “Are you honestly that annoyed by this hat?” You asked and he nodded. “Okay,” you chuckled. “If were wearing said hat when we first met, would you have approached me?”

“I’d like to say yes,” he winced and you laughed. “But the answer’s probably not.”

“So you would’ve been willing to miss out on this incredible life all because of a hat?”

“Funny,” he glanced at you with a cheeky grin, “I was just about to ask you the same thing.”

“Once again,” you shook your head, laughing, “you’re ridiculous.”

“I know,” he chuckled and you smiled. His ridiculous and childish behavior was part of his incredible charm; you’d never fallen for him if he wasn’t exactly the way he was. “Now aren’t you glad we met at a fancy Vanity Fair party where tasteless caps weren’t part of the dress code?”

“Goooooood,” you groaned loudly and he joined in. Both of you were trying not to laugh as you feigned annoyance because you both found your partner and everything they did adorable. “I should have never married you, Chris Evans.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding. “But it’s too late now,” he winked as he wiggled his ring finger. His platinum band shimmered under the sunlight and you felt the smile on your lips grow even wider. You’d been together for four and a half years now, yet you still woke up each morning feeling like you were living in your wildest, happiest dreams. He took your hand, squeezing it tightly before entwining his fingers with yours. “You’re stuck with me, kid,” he said with a handsome grin.

“Bummer,” you teased, winking. “But hey, since we’re stuck with each other- Let me make things a little easier on you. You don’t like seeing this hat on me, right?” He made his 'duh’ face and you laughed as you pulled it off and placed it in your lap, straightening your hair with your free hand. “Well I love my husband and I don’t want to upset him, so- I’ll oblige.”

“Thank you,” he smiled.

“But I still need a hat, so-” you pulled his NASA cap from his head and he chuckled as you put it on yours. “But then-” you tried not to smile too wide as the hand in his tightened its grip, and the other prepared to yank Chris’ worst enemy on his head. “So do you.” You saw Chris realize what was happening before it happened; his eyes widened and he shook his head. “Ah, perfect.” You tugged it onto his head and he almost lost control of the car. “My handsome Yankees man. Navy blue suits you, baby,” you teased.

“Are you insane? Don’t do that while I’m driving, I could’ve gotten us killed.” He laughed when you did. “My instant reflex is to slap that piece of shit off my head,” he told you and you laughed harder. “Okay,” he chuckled. “You’ve had your fun, now get it off my head. You go ahead and wear it all you want, but don’t make me wear it. I swear it’s like burning my skin.” That comment made your stomach hurt from laughing too much. “Y/N, I’m serious!” He tried not to laugh but he couldn’t help himself. “Give me-” he tried to pull his hand from your grip but you tightened it. “Give me my hand!”

“No,” you giggled. “I like you in that cap, you look so dignified.”

“You’re going to get it when we get home,” he playfully warned with a smirk.

“You promise?” You bit your lower lip, smirking as flirtatiously as he was.

“You bet your ass I promise.”

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AHS Imagine – Torture.



Gracefully, your finger left the chalky surface of the table. The grime was smooth, and revealed that the counter had not been cleaned for some time. Pulling out your magnifying glass – which you had happily accepted from your aunt – you re-examined the table. A clear line from where your finger removed the fragments of dirt exposed the original chestnut shade of the table. For someone your age, your curiosity and appeal for adventure was far more advanced than any other eight year old. You yield from the table and place your magnifying glass back in your belt. You looked around; the endless corners and rooms to venture to in the incessant hotel was boundless. Detail was entrancing to you, the floors covered in carpet filled with congregation of shapes, the soft hums from the vents, the mysterious aura that wrapped itself in the silence of the hotel. You dragged your backpack by its tarnished strap to where your mother stood enervated at the receptions desk. She was handed the keys to the room, the room you would sleep in for the next 20 years.

“Mom?” You called, pulling at the hem of her dress.

Her attention that was on the receptionist was now on you, her dull eyes showed distress. From the moment you finished your cereal that morning, all you saw was the road your mother drove for hours on.  

“Y/N, Mommy’s very busy right now” She said breathlessly, irritation leaving her lips without a single thought of it.

“Can I stay in the lobby for a little bit?” You asked, pushing your bottom lip out in plea.

Your mother sighed. She removed one of the keys from the chain and handed it to you.

“30 more minutes okay? Ask the nice lady to help you to our room. You won’t get lost, yeah?” breaking from her stern stare, she gave you a curious smile.

You nodded in response, taking out your magnifying glass and began to venture around the lobby.

Your carelessness distracted you from the couple that stared down at you from the stairs.

“That girl,” Elizabeth paused, turning her gaze to James.

“She’ll be trouble.” James furrowed his eyebrows in curiosity.

“How so darling?” he questioned, keeping his gaze on you.

“She’ll find out the truth, her meddling will ruin us all.” Elizabeth’s hand rested on James’ shoulder, pulling him to her.

“I want you to get rid of her.” Her eyes showed no remorse, and hid the fear she felt.

“And how do you expect me to kill a child, its inhumane and completely undignified.” March removed her hand that was now gripping onto his shoulder.

Elizabeth smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“You’ll figure it out I’m sure.”


“You know, I hate Halloween.” Continuing to file your papers, you listened to your co-workers annual rant.

“I mean, its good for the candy and parties but, ghosts and pumpkins? That shit doesn’t fascinate me… what fascinates me is all the fuss about Halloween.” As much as you disapproved, your mouth stayed shut and you quickly filed your last paper.

“Has it ever occurred to you that not everyone likes what you like?” you asked, hinting your sarcasm as only a tease.

“Shut up” She huffed.

You replied with a giggle, since you were too tired to think of a crafty remark. Swinging your bag over your shoulder, you parted from your co-workers. Stepping out of your building, you reached for your umbrella.

“Oh for heavens sake!”

The mouth of your umbrella was turned inside out, and the handle was close to tearing off. Your hand wiped the countless drops of rain that piled onto your forehead before thrashing your hands in vexation. Finally, after fighting with the umbrella for long enough, you left it on the side of a nearby trashcan.

Sighing, you continued down the unburdened street, consuming your anger in quiet, irritated hums. You angered quick, and held grudges, but nonetheless you continued your way towards the bus stop. You were now riled, irked and without an umbrella. The rain that pelted on your simmering head seemed to slow down, but when a glimpse of luck seemed to shine through the blurry stream of raindrops, Mother Nature thought otherwise and decided a little rain could simmer down the fire that continued to boil in your blood.

Finally, the bus stop was in sight, and almost instantly you ran towards it. As if on cue, the bus screeched to a stop in front of you and you quickly got on.

You sat quietly with your head resting on the cold window, feeling the pattering of the rain hit the glass. The streetlights outside blinded you, since they were the only source of light seen.


The bus reached the entrance of the hotel. Being the only one on the bus, you thanked the driver – like you normally did - before walking into the mouth of the hotel. You dragged yourself to the elevator eager to rest in your warm bed.

“Y/N, I’m guessing luck wasn’t with you today.” Liz raised an eyebrow, eyeing your drenched frame.

“No kidding,” You giggled, waiting for the elevator to open.

Once inside, you slumped back and began picking at your wet clothes from your skin. The hotel had been quiet since your mothers passing, everyone knew her, everyone respected her, everyone missed her. 

“Y/N, you’re ruining my carpets” his abrupt voice shook you from your thoughts. You were so concentrated on your drenched clothing that you unrecalled the elevator stopping on your floor.

“Sorry James,” You smiled, stepping out of the elevator.

“Do you not have an umbrella?” He asked, following behind you.

“I did, but it decided to break” you sighed, bringing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I could lend you mine? Liz tells me it will be raining dejectedly for the next few days.”

“And I certainly don’t want you ruining my carpets anymore.” His firm stare quickly vanished and was replaced with a joking smirk.

“Well since your carpets are of up most importance, I’ll use your umbrella.” You bantered back.

James blocked your way before you could reach your room,

“I’m very fond of you, Y/N and I would love it if you would have dinner with me.” James said, handing you a pasty letter which had your name carved in cursive on.

“When?” You asked, bringing your attention back to James.

“Well, tonight.” James grinned.

“A late invitation means you don’t have time to deny my request, darling” James’ smile stayed on his lips as he tipped his hat.

“I’ll see you tonight, Y/N.” Without ease, he turned the corner and disappeared from your sight.

You sat quietly on your bed, your hair in natural waves and in the silvery dress that was placed on your bed once you entered.

Taking a deep breath, the pit in your stomach gnawed at your throat, trying to convince you that going was a bad idea. Decisively, you peeled yourself from your bed and quickly walked out of your room giving yourself no time to think about your actions.

Finding his room was like a scavenger hunt, it thrilled you yet distracted you from your nerves.

You reached his floor, passing the coloured walls that in a way, lead you to his room.

Room 64

The hunt ended but your nerves remained, numbing your tongue and quickening your heartbeat. You reached for the knob, listening to the music that bled through the wooden door.

With one swift movement, the door opened, revealing a room that looked similar in style as yours.

No one was there, but Ms. Evers. 1930s jazz kept the room from silence.

“Ah, you made it! I was convinced you wouldn’t show.” James appeared from the corner, holding a fresh bottle of wine in his hand.

“Please, do sit” He motioned to the vacant seat at the dinner table.  

“I’m glad you came, darling” he spoke calmly, pouring you a glass of wine.

“So am I” you smiled,

“Might I just say you look ravishing tonight?” James added, bringing your hand in his, before gently kissing the top of it.

Ms. Evers entered with your meal,

“I’ve noticed this is your favourite, Chicken Alfredo?” You smiled,

“Yes! Thank you, it’s amazing” you hummed, taking in your first bite.

“Don’t thank me, thank Ms. Evers who cooked it special for you” James grinned leaving Ms. Evers flushed.

The night continued, and so did your conversations with James. He told stories of the Hotel, always reminded you of how beautiful you were, and how he was going to show you real music.

After a bottle of wine, you realized it was already past 2am.

“Well as much fun as I’m having,” You pulled away from James, who was ready to pull you in for a dance.

“I should get going.”

James pulled you close by the hand and quickly kissed your cheek.

“I’m hoping we’ll do this again?” He asked, making his dimples prominent as he smiled.

“Of course.” You giggled, pecking his cheek back. He walked you to the door, but not without sneaking a peck on your lips.

“Then until next time, Y/N.” He winked. You watched as his figure disappeared behind the door, and you only hoped you would see James again.


You think back to that day a lot, the day he invited you to dinner, the day you fell in love with him. As unexplainable as it was, to you he was your other half. His presence would bring the butterflies in your stomach to flutter…it was a gift almost. The kindness he showed you, the feeling of being special, that’s what you loved. You loved him, more than you thought you would.

He came home early, a sigh leaving his lips as removed his hat and placed it on the rack.

“Long day?” You asked, watching his eyes light up from the sound of your voice.

“I’ve had longer, just…busy” He sighed, making his way to where you sat.

“How was your day, darling?” He asked before placing a kiss on your lips.

“Lonely.” You giggled,

“Well I’m sorry to say but I have to go back to the office, I just wanted to see you” James said, pecking your lips again.

“I’ll be back around 8:00pm.” James said as he left the room again.

Sighing, you noticed he left his hat, and he always said his hat made him look “professionally approachable” to guests.

You got up from your seat and got ready to drop his hat off. By now, the halls were too familiar to get lost. You found yourself in front of his door faster than you‘d expected.

Your hand found the knob and opened the door only to have regretting nausea reach your throat.

James was kissing Elizabeth in a way you’ve never experienced. If your heart could stop at any time, it would be at that moment. Unaware of your entrance, he continued to kiss Elizabeth, sending your foot to kick the door closed. James paused.

“Y/N?” He turned around, watching as you crumped his hat in your fist.

At that moment, he reacted in a way that added to the confusion. He began to laugh.

“You’ve caught me darling, red handed as they say” James straightened out his suit and walked forward.

You stared back, shocked at his reaction.

“It’s about time really, I’ve been waiting to see that look on your face.” He said, leaning calmly on the cane he had retrieved.

“What look James?” your body was tense with vexation.

“The look of someone who’s had their heart broken, how does that feel by the way?” James asked, tilting his head.

“You’re disgusting.” You spat between your teeth, feeling the hot tears pour down your cheeks.

James’ smile faded, and bit longingly at his bottom lip.

“Not true, darling.” He said crossly.

“I’m a torturer, Y/N. A revelation!” He bickered. You watched as his eyes turned from calm to unhinged. He was soulless, unsympathetic to your feelings, and depraved from goodness.

“I’ve been trying to figure out new… approaches for torturing, because slitting your throat would be far too easy… and far too messy.” His face stayed icy, and completely certifiable.

“Then I thought,” He paused, picking up a nearby flower that he had previously given to you.

“What can give a person everything they’ve wanted, and simply take it all away?” He looked back at you.

“Affection. It sickens me really, but it’s genius don’t you agree?”

You scoffed,

“Why would you do this, James?” You were numb of all emotion. Your heart drummed in your ears. Blood pulsed in your veins as shock carried you.

James was now inches from you. You stood frozen, unable to react as his hand lightly cupped your chin, pulling you close to him.

“Because, darling, love is the best kind of torture, and the best way to keep you away from my secrets.” 



Power Rangers Head Canon

Dating Kimberly

* You first meet one another at a game you was a photographer and you’d be asked by the priceable to take pictures
* She talked to you about it for a little while and she loved how passionate you was about the subject
* The next time she saw you was walking down the stairs in detention
* You didn’t think Kim was mean, not as mean as Amanda so you didn’t think anything about what had happened
* She invites you to eat lunch with her onetime, the rest of the gang fell in love with you right away
* You ask her out on a date, the two of you end up going to the little bit in the woods for a picnic
* You brought your camera with you and took a photo every time she laughed or smile
* When you dropped her off you told her that you loved her laugh she just blushed and kissed your cheek
* The next few weeks in school were filled with shy kisses and hand holding
* Until you see her face in the Pink Rangers suit when she saved you
* After that you avoid her and the others for a while and she knows exactly why
* Until one night she sneaks into your room and just apologises and the whole I was doing it to protect you speech
* You just cry because you’ve missed her but also you know that she could of been hurt
* You go and watch her and the others train you take photos of them in and not in their suits so they can remember the fun times
* You make one another happy and the whole team can’t help but be in consent aw around you
* She was the first to say I love you it was causally when the two of you was having a chilled day ‘god you know I just love you so much’
* After that it was said everyday because both of you were worried that it could be the last day you spend together.

Imagine sitting next to Chris on a flight to New York.

You slung your bag over your shoulder as you strolled through the air-bridge along with your fellow passengers headed for New York City. You were finally headed home after spending the last two weeks in and around Rome; it was meant to be a holiday but somehow you let work get in your way. You were a huge fan of Italian cuisine and couldn’t pass up an opportunity to do some research for your restaurant. You were a lot like your father in that manner, you were always more than willing to work yourself to the core if it meant improving in the kitchen. How did people think you ended up with the title of ‘New York’s Finest Chef’? There was a plus side to your exhaustion, you were promised sleep the entire flight home.

You passed your first-class ticket to the stewardess and upon looking at your seat number, she grinned. “Aren’t you lucky?” She commented, much to your confusion. “On the right.” She directed you to your seat with a gesture of her hand.

You narrowed your eyes in confusion as she passed your ticket back to you. You shook your head with pressed lips then glanced at your ticket as you made your way down the aisle, scanning for your allocated seat.


You found your seat by the window, in the seat next to you was a very well-built man in a tight blue Henley shirt. Even though you couldn’t properly see his face because he was hiding it behind a black cap and a pair of Ray Bans sunglasses, it was obvious he was very good looking man from what you could see.

“Hi, um- sorry, excuse me.” You addressed the man and he looked up at you, his face prompting continuation. “I just need to get to my seat,” you told him and pointed to the empty seat next to him.

“Oh, right.” He spoke and you found his voice oddly familiar. “Uh- sorry.” He chuckled softly then smiled and flashed his perfect white teeth before getting to his feet. “After you.” He stepped into the aisle so you could get through to your seat.

You sat down and got settled then watched as he did the same. He looked incredibly familiar and you didn’t know why. If only he’d just take off those damn sunglasses so you could get a glimpse of his face and figure out where you’d seen him because- you were about ninety percent sure you knew him from somewhere. You wondered if you had been of service to him before. It was possible, your restaurant had catered many A-List parties as well as served quite a number of the rich and famous. You wanted to ask but he didn’t seem to recognize you so you left it, fearing the risk of being wrong and embarrassing yourself.

“Thanks,” you turned to him with a smile. “And don’t worry about standing up again, I’m most likely going to sleep through the entire flight anyway.” You told him as you pulled out your iPhone and headset from you bag before shoving it back under the seat in front of you.

“Here I was thinking I had a companion to chat with.” He joked then chuckled lightly and you felt yourself doing the same. “Are you in Rome for work?” He quizzed and you nodded. “Same here. Are you headed home?”

“Mm hm,” you nodded. “How about you?”

“Not quite,” he shook his head. “I’m an American, obviously, but um- I’m not from New York. I’m just there for a week for a few more press tours before I’m allowed back to Boston to see my family. Let’s just say that it has been a loooong six months for me,” he stated it out dramatically then laughed when you did.

You turned and looked out window, thinking about what he had just said and replayed it in your head. You picked out a few words and phrases that stuck out for you; 'New York’, 'press tours’, 'Boston to see my family’, and 'loooong six months’. It kind of reminded you of the interview your favorite actor, Chris Evans did a couple days ago. Your body stiffened in your seat and you turned back to the man sat next to you and you narrowed your eyes at him. He was too busy reading something on his phone to realize you were gawking at him. The longer you looked at him, the more you noticed how much he looked like Chris Evans; you’d seen enough pictures of him to recognize that magnificent jawline, even when it was hidden behind his beard.

“Captain America?” You blurted out before you could stop yourself. He laughed softly and though you were embarrassed, it did tell you that you were sitting next to Chris Evans. “Oh my God,” you breathed out, feeling your hands sweat.

“Shhh.” He pressed his index finger to his lips and you immediately did as he asked. “You don’t want me to share my attention with other fan girls, do you?” He teased and a breathless laugh escaped your lips. “I’m Chris Evans, but I’m sure you already know that.” You nodded, your lips still slightly parted. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” You answered and he whipped off his sunglasses, his eyes wide and his lips parted; he looked about as stunned as you were. “What?” You asked nervously. “Is there something on my face?” You asked then consciously touched your face.

“You’re not that young chef that owns that restaurant Clover, are you?” He asked and you chuckled in amazement that he’d heard of you. “Holy shit!” He exclaimed, drawing slight attention. “I love Clover! Seb introduced me and now I eat there every time I’m in New York. Seb’s in-love with you by the way, he is going to freak out when he hears that I met you.”

“Bucky Barnes likes my food?” You found yourself giggling like a school girl, drawing laughter from Chris. “Oh my God, this is insane! I can’t believe you know who I am,” you shook your head in disbelief. “You’re Captain freaking America.”

“And you’re Y/N freaking Y/L/N!” He exclaimed then laughed. “What’s your secret, how did you become such a good chef?” He asked then spoke again before you could answer. “And how the hell did you manage to remain smoking hot?” Your cheeks flushed and you bit back your smile. “I’d been ten times my current size if I can cook as well as you.”

“Passion and a lot of exercise,” you answered with a light chuckle. “You should know, you work about as hard as I do. Speaking of your work, you did a great job on The Civil War. Everyone was fantastic but you, Captain, were my favorite,” you admitted and he smiled with lightly tinted cheeks. “I particularly enjoyed the helicopter scene.”

“Of course you did.” He laughed and grabbed his left boob; a signature move. “Well, color me honored and incredibly lucky to be sitting next to you.” You chuckled. “I promise I won’t be too much of a bother, as soon as the plane takes off- I’ll let you sleep.”

“Sleep when I’m sitting next to you?” You laughed and you saw his smile widen. “My brother would murder me if he heard I had pass up an opportunity to get all the dirt from Captain America himself, and I’d murder myself.”

“Don’t you dare,” he warned teasingly. “What would I do for food when I’m in New York?” He asked rhetorically and you laughed. “Tell you what, since you’re giving up sleep for me. How about I take you to dinner, somewhere you don’t have to do anything but relax?”

Did he just ask you out on a date?

“I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate that,” you told him.

You were very much single, you just thought it’d be fun to make him work for it a little. Of course you were going to say yes, single or not. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity to have dinner with Chris Evans, otherwise known as Captain America. If you were in a relationship, your boyfriend should have understood how great that opportunity was and allowed for it to happen. If he didn’t then well- you clearly chose wrongly.

“Oh um-” Chris winced. “I am so sorry, I thought- um- don’t- yeah,” he rambled and you suppressed your urge to laugh. “You tell your boyfriend he is a very lucky man,” he finally got out an coherent sentence.

“I will when I meet him,” you giggled and his eyes narrowed in confusion. “I’m single, Cap. I was just teasing you,” you told him then laughed when he did. “That was cute, you were very flustered.”

“Is that a yes to dinner then?”

“Mm hm.” You nodded and held your hand out for his phone, he passed it to you without hesitation. “But a no to not cooking.” You started to key in your number. “I just got back from a research trip, I’ve got a lot of ideas, and I could use a guinea pig,” you explained and he chuckled softly. “My number is in there, I’ll text you a time and date. Think you can handle a degustation menu?” You asked, holding out his phone for him to take.

“With you?” He smirked and purposely brushed your hand as he took his phone back. “Definitely.”

Here’s part 2 and part 3 enjoy.

Dating Newt Scamander Would Include:

  • Meeting each other at the Ministry of Magic, you worked in the Muggle department while he was making his way up to the Beasts Division of the Ministry
  • At the beginning you had thought he didn’t like you because of the distance he set between you two
  • “I’m… I’m not very good with humans, actually. I never quite know what to say. Truthfully, I feel more comfortable around my beasts than around people.”
  • Him being the sweetest, most precious Hufflepuff boyfriend in the world
  • Coming to New York with Newt and Tina arresting both of you after the incident at the bank
  • “Please tell me at least one of you obviated that No-Maj back at the bank!”
    “Pardon, the what?”
  • Introducing him to Muggle, or No-Maj, animals
  • Newt being extremely shy and nervous around you
  • “Uh, Y/n, is that alright if I, um, kiss you?”
    “Newt, you’re my boyfriend, of course you can kiss me.”
  • Him holding your hand all the time
  • Newt being nervous to show you all his beasts at first but once he sees how gentle and caring you are with them, all his worries wash away
  • Newt’s Bowtruckle, Pickett, growing very attached to you and always hiding in your pockets
  • Helping Newt catch all his beasts when they get free in New York
  • Being slightly jealous of Tina, despite Newt constantly reassuring you there is nothing to worry about
  • Newt feeling like he’s not enough for you
  • “I don’t have many friends. People find me to be annoying and I don’t want you to feel forced to be with me so-”
    “I love you Newt. Every little thing about you and in no way could I ever find you annoying. Please stop thinking like that because to me you’re perfect.”
  • Having small arguments here and there, more like old married couple bickering sessions
  • “It’s so messy around here, no wonder you can never find anything.”
    “I happen to find my belongings easier when it is a mess, darling.”
  • One time you two did have a huge explosion of a fight over Newt’s safety and it ended in you trying to walk out but of course being the sensitive Hufflepuff he is, Newt broke down in a mess of apologies not wanting you to leave 
  • He would be the type of boyfriend to hold doors open for you and pull your chair out for you
  • Encouraging Jacob to start his bakery and eating all his pastries which makes Newt laugh
  • Giving him back massages when he gets stressed
  • He would love to surprise you with flowers and small gifts
  • Him putting your needs before his own
  • Newt would be insanely respectful of you all the time
  • “Here sweetheart, let me hold your jacket for you, your hands look awfully full.”
    “All I’m holding is my jacket, but if you insist.”
  • Holding your hand
  • Newt telling you stories of his Hogwarts days
  • “Newt… why were you expelled from Hogwarts?”
    “One day her experiments went too far and she was endangering the lives of other students, so she got caught. I didn’t want to see her have to leave, so I took the blame instead.”
    “Who Newt?”
    “Leta Lestrange.”
  • Him throwing his long trench coat around your frame whenever he sees you some much as shiver the tiniest bit
  • Poking fun at Newt for his ‘mating dance’
  • Nose kisses
  • Your heart melting at his adorable goofy grins
  • Sharing Butterbeer together back in London
  • Newt teasing you for your difference in height
  • “It’s not my fault you’re as tall a as a mountain, Mr. Scamander.”
  • Making Butterbeer for Queenie, Tina, and Jacob after drinking Queenie’s warming hot chocolate
  • Newt sharing with you how he first became interested in his magical beast
  • “Well you see, my mother, see was a breeder of hippogriff and I suppose that’s where it all started.”
  • Newt being lovingly overprotective of you and always making sure you’re safe
  • Almost all of his beasts being very fond of you
  • Becoming close with Jacob over your time in New York and crying when Newt is forced to obliviate him
  • Checking every few minutes to make sure Newts case is still locked since he’s always forgetting
  • Newt’s Niffler constantly stealing your jewelry
  • “Love, have you seen my necklace. I swore I just had it on…”
  • One day after you had sworn you lost your mind- and all your expensive items, Newt hung his Niffler by his feet and shook him causing a handful of your belonging to come crashing to the floor
  • Newt would be slightly embarrassed by this, giving you a sheepish smile saying, “Mystery solved.”
  • Begging Newt to buy a dog for your home back in London
  • Forehead kisses
  • Cuddling together and playing with Newts hair
  • Being the adorable awkward wizard he is, Newt fumbled around a lot while trying to show affection, which only made you love him more
  • Like your first time in bed together was filled with bashful blushing and small kisses of reassurance
  • He wasn’t huge on lovey dovey nicknames so he stuck to the simple things like; love, sweetheart, darling, etc.
  • Newt being very uncomfortable when you introduce him to new people so you hold his hand and do most of the small talk for him
  • Exploring different countries together and collecting unique magical creatures
  • Sleeping in the most randomest positioned
  • Newt would always wake up before you and surprise you with breakfast in bed
  • “Could you be anymore of an adorable Hufflepuff?”
    “Stop that, at least I’m not a h/n like you.”
  • Loving to tease each other
  • Him protecting you from Gellert Grindelwald
  • “Y/n, I just wanted to tell you that I really appreciate all that you help me with and it means a lot to me how much you care for my beasts. I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

- Sorry this was pretty long, hope you liked it! Feel free to send in Newt request!(:

-Daizy xx

“We would stay up late (Hotel Bristol’s lobby) into the night, along with Eleanor Parker and Pamela Danova and Dee Dee Wood and other members of the cast and crew, and the many locals whom Chris had befriended…. Chris taught us how to drink… I still have the bottle of ‘William’s Pear’ I bought in Salzburg in 1964. I take it out every now and then and have a little sip, and it always makes me think of Chris Plummer and staying up late into the night at the Bristol Hotel…

…To me, Chris Plummer was tremendous fun. He was outrageous and complicated and always made me laugh. We were only thirteen years apart in age, and he was terribly handsome and dashing, and as flirtatious with me as I was with him…

…I loved working with Chris. He was acerbic and sarcastic but always humorously so. Without him, the long days of filming would have been dreary. He added so much liveliness to the days on location. And he made a conscious effort to do so.

…Julie would be in Salzburg for the entire time, as would the children and I. But Chris Plummer was not. He finished in mid-June, and one day he was simply gone. Salzburg wasn’t the same after he left. Of Course, we would see him again when filming resumed in Los Angeles. But spending time with Chris Plummer was, like dark chocolate, one of my favorite memories of those days in Salzburg.” 

- Forever Liesl: A Memoir of The Sound of Music by Charmian Carr with Jean A. S. Strauss 

“Fine Dean, if you aren’t going to tell me where you are, I’m going to make you pay for it,” you retorted, irritated that Dean had run off without letting you know where he was going. Ever since he returned from Purgatory, he had been different. 

The biggest difference, though had been the fact that the first thing he had done when he saw you was taking your breath away with an unexpected kiss. You’d always loved Dean, but you had gone from thinking you had lost to him, to seeing him again, to him kissing you in a matter of seconds. 

Now, you were going to make him pay for leaving you behind. “Dean, I had a fun night planned for you. I picked this outfit out just for you,” you purred, looking down at the plaid button up you were wearing. “I’ve got on that plaid shirt of yours I love so much,” you mentioned nonchalantly. “Well, had on,” you said as you dropped the shirt on the floor and climbed into the bed. “And now I’m laying naked in your hotel room all alone with no one to take care of me,” you pouted. 

“Oh my god, stop talking woman,” Dean whispered, his cock hardening as he hung on to every word you said. “Don’t move, I’ll be there in ten minutes. You’re gonna regret teasing me, sweetheart,” he warned. You felt a heat settle in your stomach as you squeezed your legs together in anticipation. 

Balthazar’s Midnight Picnic

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Title: Balthazar’s Midnight Picnic

Pairing: Balthazar x Reader

Word Count: 827

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: This is my first Balthazar fic, so hopefully you all like it! I’ll be writing more of him because he’s a stud muffin and I love him so much! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3 I hope you all enjoy this

“Look who’s all alone in the bunker,” Balthazar smirked, slowly sauntering over to where you sat.  Balthazar was sent by Castiel to make sure you were safe.  “Why are you reading that silly book anyway?  The Winchester brothers are big know-it-alls, or so I thought.”  Balthazar leaned against the table studying you.  “If you don’t talk this won’t be much fun [Y/N],” Balthazar spoke, looking you over.  You had beautiful long hair that hung halfway down your back.

“I didn’t know I was supposed to be your source of entertainment,” you said, rolling your eyes at the angel.  You shut your book, shoving it across the table.  You turned to Balthazar, “I mean what am I supposed to do?  Dance for you?”

“Well that’s a start, love,” he spoke, his smirk returning to his face.  

You sighed getting up from your chair, grabbing your book as you headed towards your room.  You could hear Balthazar walking behind you.  “Is there a reason you’re following me,” you said over your shoulder.

“Just following orders,” Balthazar mused, looking you up and down.  You were beautiful for a human, he thought to himself.  He smiled as he watched you walk down the hall.  “Is this where things get exciting,” he joked as he followed you into your room.

“If exciting means doing more research, then yes, loads more exciting,” you sighed, digging your laptop out of your bag.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to live and breathe research.  Have a little fun; live a little,” the angel leaned against your wall.  He pushed off the wall, taking the laptop from your hands.  

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Clint Barton Imagine: Hands
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You joined the avengers due to your skill with the elements, you had for as long as you can remember, control over fire, being able to create and destroy fire without burning yourself, you had control over wind and air, you could create tornados and remove air from a room and of course water, you had this down to a T, these elements could never hurt you although, the same couldn’t be said by your enemies. That was why the avengers enlisted you, it was another advantage HYDRA or anyone else for that matter as your powers could not be replicated, nobody knew how you had them, so nobody could ever match you. 

However, there was a major downside, excluding the four elements, you didn’t really have any other skills for combat, I mean sure you could punch but you had no idea how to truly fight, any pressure points or how to shoot a gun or how to use a bow and arrow. There were more to learn but you decided to start with this. Clint offering almost straight away to help you with the last as he knew a bow and arrow like nobody else.

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Imagine : “We arent together anymore, remember ?”

One month. One month since the break up and you were still hurt, Stiles was too but you believed he wasn’t. 

You always thought that bad things would less hurt with the time but this time it was something else. It was your relationship with Stiles. Time wouldnt help and you didnt know what to do.

Sometimes, you had panic attack. You used to be stressed a lot with the pack’s stuff and school so you were used to be stressed, who is not stressed these days ? But now it was so much more. The panic attacks were violent and it always came out of nowhere. Sometimes, it was happening during the night, waking you up, completely breathless. And nobody knew it except your mom and your best friend, Lydia.

Since she knew, she tried to make you leave the house a little bit more. “You can meet a new guy so you could change your mind” She said, but you werent ready to meet anyone yet, even if it was just for «fun».

Not like Stiles.

You werent sure if he was seeing someone new but you were sure of something, a lot of girls were around him. And the girl who ruined everything was still stuck around him, and it was killing you because she was the reason of your break up and Stiles didnt seem to mind. 

At least, thats what you thought.

And here you are, today, in class, not able to move after the professor’s speech.
He put you and Stiles together for a work, as if god was against you. It was already hard to be in the same class as him. And not to mention you were seeing him after school when the pack would do a meeting.

“Maybe it’s a good thing.” Lydia said “You guys seriously need to talk and you know it.” 

You said nothing, first because it was useless. Why would you want or even need to talk to him when you both knew the truth. The girl was hitting on him and they got close, there’s nothing else to say. Second, if you tried to speak, you would burst out in tears. Then it was the end of the day and you wanted one thing, be at home in your bed. 

But like you said earlier, god is against you. You felt a hand taking your arm gently and you had an idea of who it was, and sadly you were right. You turned around and met this beautiful brown eyes, the ones you used to get lost in. 

“Hum… Guess we will spend a lot of time together then..” You couldnt help but cut him off. “We already are. With the pack and stuff like that.” 

He looked at you and he seemed to be hurt by what you said but you werent sure. He couldnt be this sad, after all, he was the one who broke your heart. 

“Stuff..” He repeated but more for himself. “Thats what we are for you ? Some kind of stuff ?” He said angrily. You opened your mouth and closed it. You werent expecting him to react like that. 

 So he still care about us ? 

“Of course I dont !” You paused. “You really want to talk about it now ?”

He sighed and shrugged. “I don’t know.. I mean, we have to talk and since we have to work together, I thought we could do it after school. If it’s alright with you ?”

You simply shrugged and walked to your car, Stiles following you. What could you say ? You wanted to hate him but you couldn’t help it, you loved him.

It was silent between the both of you in the car but you finally made it to your house.

“We have only less than one hour to work today.” You said, trying to sound normal but you didn’t know if you were happy to spend one hour with him or not.

“Oh.. Can I know why ?”

You bit your lip, not really knowing how he would react. You sighed and spoke while preparing your stuff to work.

“Nothing much. Just.. something planned.”

You looked at him and he was raising an eyebrow, clearly waiting for more. “And ?”

“Why do you care anyway ?” You said angrily. “You clearly don’t need me. For anything.”

“You’re wr-”

“Oh no Stiles.” You cut him off. “You’re the wrong one. You can’t blame me for thinking that you don’t love me and need me like I do. You can’t fucking blame me for what I’m thinking or feeling because all of this is your fault okay ?” The words were coming by themselves and you couldn’t stop. “At first, I was thinking that it was my fault if you left. That something was wrong with me so you cheated on me !”

“ (Y/N) .. I-”

“No. This is my time. Now I know it wasn’t my fault. And you know what ? I’m seeing someone today. I have.. It’s kind of a date. You see ?” You laughed. “You’re not the only one who can have fun.”

He shook his head, he couldn’t believe it, he didn’t want to. “No..” he whispered. “We need to talk. You.. You can’t have a date.”

“Why not ? You had one month to do that and you want to do this today ? It’s not going to work.”

“I love you. You need to believe it.” He said confident, looking straight at you. “I want you to trust me again. I know It seems like I cheated but-”

“Don’t say it. Don’t say it wasn’t your fault. Don’t say you love me because it’s not true.”

“Yes it is ! And I’m not letting you go with some dick !”

You laughed. Maybe it was nervous or maybe it was just his reaction.

“I do what the fuck I want Stiles. We aren’t together anymore, remember ? So If I want to go on a date, I will.”

Of course, you already knew the date wouldn’t go that far because you were still into Stiles. But you would never tell him.

.:Imagine Poe protecting you from almost being assaulted:.

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“I loved your protective/possessive poe one. Could you do one kinda similar but where he actually has to save the reader from some creep? Super fluffy and angsty??“

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Alright please read: THIS MIGHT BE TRIGGERING TO SOME NOODLES. The reader does not get raped, but comes very close to it. Luckily poe is there to help.

If I EVER post something that is too much for some of you, please tell me. I won’t post about, I won’t make a big deal, and I will take it down if I have to. I want you all to enjoy my blog and be safe as well. I know what it is like to be triggered, it’s not a fun feeling, so talk to me okay? I love you all so much!!

N/N means nickname


It was very late by the time you finished the X-Wing. One if the wings were detached from it, but you finally got it back on.

There were a only a few people still up, one of them being Poe.

You two talked a lot. He was a funny man who told good stories. You enjoyed his company. He was a good friend. Yet, you couldn’t deny the man’s beauty. You were not, however, ready for a relationship. It was a dark time, and you honestly didn’t want one for right now. Right now at least, but you would want one soon.

You walked over to your tool box, putting away your wrench when Poe walked up. “Damn, N/N. Looks awesome!”

“Thanks Dameron!” You stepped by him to admire your work. “Yeah she does look fantastic doesn’t she?” He nodded. “So what did Leia want?” You asked wiping the sweat off your grease-stained forehead.

He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Oh, just the report on the Starkiller base. Just wanted to know all the good stuff.”

“Nice, nice. Well, my dear, I must cut this conversation short as I crave a good nights sleep. I apologize.”

“Don’t even worry about it, N/N. I’ll see ya tomorrow, okay?” He smiled.

“Sounds good Dameron.” You say picking up your tool box, and walking towards your locker in the back room.

You let out a sigh while entering and started to remove your dirty clothing. You open your locker and put your box and gloves in it.

You were so focused on the task at hand, you didn’t notice someone come in until you felt a hand clap around your mouth and an unsettling voice at your ear.

“Don’t make a sound. If ya do, ill shoot ya, pretty. Now strip.”

You began to quietly sob as you worked on taking off your under suit. You didn’t dare look back, you were so afraid. Standing there in only your bra and shorts, you let out a pained scream as your assaulter pushed you roughly against the lockers.

You felt the cold of a gun against your head. “What did I say, pretty? No screaming. Not right now at least, you’ll be screaming soon enough.” He reached around in front of you and placed his hand in your underwear, and threatening to go lower until you suddenly felt him being ripped off.

You fell to the ground, covering your face with your arms, and crying out “I’m sorry!” You were expecting pain but all you heard was the sound of punches being thrown and pained groans.

“How dare you touch her! How dare you touch a woman like that, you bastard!” It was… Poe.

He must have heard you scream.

You assumed the fight was over when you heard a body hit the floor. You felt Poe’s gentle hand touch your shoulder.

“Y/N..” He quietly said.

You quickly shot up and wrapped your arms around his neck and began to sob. Hard.

“I-I was so s-scared Poe. I was alone, and h-he t-touched me and I-”

Poe held you tighter. “Ssshhh, N/N. It’s alright. He won’t hurt you anymore. I’m here. You’re safe. I got you. Just breathe.“

You calmed down, and fell asleep in his arms due to the nerves and exhaustion.

He picked you up in his arms, leaving the locker room and carrying you to your room. He set you down in the bed, placed your warm blankets upon you. He pulled up a chair beside you and held your hand tightly in his.

Nothing like this would ever happen again. Ever.

HAPPY NEW YEAR MY FOLLOWERS AND FRIENDS WHO ARE PIECES OF SHIT I hope your new year comes with happiness, prosperity, confidence, miracles, and self love. I wanted to thank the following people who have made my last couple of months on tumblr a second home.  

just wanted to shout out to these guys for being with me throughout the years because they knew me before I deactivated and we’re still friends to this day. I love you guys a lot and I’m sorry for constantly snapchatting but yah get used to it lol (and i swear over the past couple days, i came off as high but im really not lmfao. i just love puns and dumb questions) @miniheartfeels @kago-make-dean-some-pie @the-creepy-unicorn (you guys shes taking art requests on her art blog @drawing-unicorns and shes like phenomenal so go request) @idek-valentine @nikiforov-yuuri @kilin-trash @yer-a-fairytailwizard-natsu

My new mates that I made in like the first couple of months upon reactivation. You guys are like the Tumblr soulmates and I’m so thankful for you guys Punmasters: @erzawesome (bruh I keep on wanting to say your URL is aleena XD) @doctorwhodunit @cant-bokutouch-this WHY ARE ALL YALL DAMN NAME PUNS IM SICK OF YALL

 Tagging people by whatever category lol 

 The Floridians. What’s it like being closer to hell and how do y'all deal with hurricanes: @fucking-dragneel @fairytailsgemini 

 Some part of the USA that’s not close to me obvi: @gruviaforlife @idek-valentine @thecrowalchemist @thatartcorner @thatcrazyfangir1 @miss-zei @cosmicloveoftheages @melichamaa (i think youre from murica. i honestly dont know but just know i love you lol) @daydreamingburrito@lucyheartfiliaxxnatsudragneel @queenheiwa@neato-ft @thespace-dragon @blade-of-hope 

 The shade room: @googler49 @lillitu @madamevil

The Bi Bean Lancaster Machine: @black-cats-bring-good-luck (I really suck at holding convos so I apologize for you wanting to be my friend and I suck at trying to be lol) 

 The gif master: @anime-an-cats 

 The VIP/ Hall of Fame Follower: @khamillahsstrive 

 The “idek how we started but we just clicked”: and did you start drama -__- @senseichoptitties 

 Got damn Europeans like why y'all had to be born there: @rain-on-me @thevampgirl19 (she is my lil sister and ill gladly fight if you steal her away from me) @conyane (youre so precious. i know its legit only been like a couple of days since we started talking but youre honestly adorable and i hope you get out of your shy zone because people will love you just like how i do) @lucyheartfiliavevo @toomusiccheesecake @kasumifates (my response time is horrible so im sorry BUT  I DONT LIKE HOW YOU CAME TO ME SWEET AS EVER and you just lowkey a bish on some real shit like fight me) @pennytf @m-hamartithia 

My fellow Spanish people who plans to help my fluency although idk how so GOOD LUCK BUT I LOVE YALL THOUGH: @ginamontier (the love of the language has brought us together and our constant snapchatting brings us even closer. expect more coming your way cause you are stuck with me mwahahahahaha) @shinywings1 (AGAIN ALL I CAN DO IS APOLOGIZE. IVE BEEN ON AND OFF ON HERE but omg thank you so much like thank you for teaching me about the language as well as your culture as well. youre really fun to talk to like i was so hype when you said you were into fairy tail cause i thought we would only talk when it came to spanish lol) @nymphnayade (i owe you a lot cause youre too sweet and again i suck at responding) 

My fellow lovelies of Asia with time zones that make me wanna kms: @juviarainworld @asrainoyume @baerandish 

 Aye aye matey with a crickey crocodile(do you even say crikey): @meadowofstars 

 The marriage squad: @oneofthewolfchildren @nikiforov-yuuri @gay-trash-cats 

 And all these other lovely people! @be-a-super-human (im sorry for not responding a lot but thank you for the laughs and you just better be apart of a big magazine corporation when you get older) @wendychuu (dude your juvia is fine lol like you dont need to make a ‘better’ one like you wanted to. i reallly appreaciate it because it wasnt expected) @omgsniarf @aerithneko @thedragneellucy @janatscake @smashley-03 @mrsallsunday @liviona @watchmist1412 @awkwardyunyoo22 @leashykitty-chan @rigolotekitten @yvvri @ratcopters @erwiinsmith @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @phantompierce-okamoto @lucyheartfiliathecelestialmage @sanguine-fairy @endragoneel @tsunderegirl13 @tea-lief @jiyu-koya @buberryz @empowerlucy @unashamed-shipper @im-natsu-sure-about-this @imfabulous69 @indayiashow @impracticaldemon @envinxx @celestialgoddesslucy @illustraice @atrailof-whispers @roar-of-the-fire-dragon @roxychild94 @celestialmagelucy @celestiallucyheartfilia @blue-rika @hannahstokesy @zukosfangirl(how many damn blogs do you have lol cause i see them) @swagsorcist @celestialyukino77 @terironi @celestialheartmage  @aerithneko@lumenfairytail @lucy-heartflawless @phantompierce-okamoto @air-of-fire @nalumage @nalu-natic @tardisesandtitans @krystal-tsuki @lord-rogue @faelise @seilahtheshipper @natsu-dragmeme @natsu–firedragon @mangiepieft @avnai @seulil @alwaysnarichtsu @miraclealchemist @minammi @moonlustelara @fangirlingatmidnight @phantompierce-okamoto @passionmangas-mb @sagventurous @saradauchiha @akamethereaper @iceskatinghoe @heavenlybodiedjellal @icequeen009 @dreamsofria @stardresss @startgj @selenba @indayiashow @flip-a-dip-me-off @shadowhawthorne @starburstskies@llamabeansforllamas @doginshoe @christinelucka @dragneelmedown@lilawinters112299 @eesaflo @raprap-kun @tendous-satoris @pokenuzleaf @skyfairhurst @the-mystifiying-walnut @larakurdi28 @faesass @pityamnesia @fairiesinthemeadow @theshelbylee @infinitefangirlsquared @endragoniru @elieglory3173  @schizo-baby @gruviiaaa @msmanga14 @hymad@sunflower–sasuke @acilegna8 @juviin @pessimistic-neon-narwhales 

 My hands hurt now lol #mobilelife

My lovely romanian lettuce is taking requests @drawing-unicorns so mmmhmm go do that right now. go follow. go request and yes i know i did this twice

okay im done but thank you guys for everything!

lol guess who almost forgot what day it is today
          bc it totally wasn’t me nope

But on a more serious note!! Has it seriously been two years since I started writing Yonah? I almost can’t really believe it myself ; it’s been a hell of a long time since I’ve found a muse I’ve clicked so well with. I’m actually pretty glad that I left Belle to start writing Yonah, but if it wasn’t for my now-boyfriend Nico( who formerly wrote Brother Nier on this website )  I wouldn’t have been coaxed into writing this muse.

Not even going to lie, there’s been a lot of ups and downs over the two years I’ve wrote Yonah. In those two years I’ve lost friends and gained friends and struggled really, really hard to continue writing in spite of feeling as though my efforts were not bearing any fruit. But regardless, I’m still here and now have accumulated 700+ FRIENDS on this blog  ( where the hell did y’all come from anyway lol ) which is pretty amazing imo.

If I had more energy I would totally go through and thank all of you personally, buuut I don’t so this is why I’m making a post for it, lol. But there are a couple of notable people that I would like to personally thank for sticking by me over these past two years——

@irafatum — Juli, you best know that I love the shit out of you dhgndhfh and I wish I could say it more often tbqh. You alongside everyone else I’ll be thanking here have always made my time with Yonah super special. Writing on here just wouldn’t be the same if you weren’t here also. I’m so glad to have you as my friend and so glad that despite the shitty stuff that has happened over the years, you’re still going strong on Zero. You just keep on keeping on.

@emeraldheroics — TICKLES. I’m not gonna get into a huge soppy mess, but I really want to thank you for always being such an enthusiastic supporter and always trying to pick me up whenever I’m down. I love Don and Yonah’s dynamic so much and how they seem to complete each other in different regards; he’s the excitement she really needs to her monotonous rituals. And you yourself are just a bundle of joy to be friends with. ily man

@necrogenna — Kokoooo puffffff we hardly really talk anymore which is really sad bUT DON’T THINK I FORGOT ABOUT THE TIMES THAT WE DID. That group chat was hella fun and I always loved seeing your shenanigans whenever you popped up. On top of that you’re such??? A fantastic writer????? How you manage to keep up with all these muses is beyond me but you’re overflowing with so much energy so I’m not really that surprised. I love you bab and I hope you’re hanging in there

@fatecarrier / @solefated / whichever blog you’re on — mARSIE~ I’m not leaving you out of this B\\ we don’t talk as often either but whenever you do you always try to be helpful and you’re always the one that tries their hardest to pull me up out of the dirt. I appreciate you so much and I know I don’t quite say enough so here’s where I’m gonna be saying it. You’re a talented writer and a wonderful person overall. I hope you’re doing well <333

@langenoir + @jourdevanille — I’m tagging the boTH OF YOU TOGETHER because my message is to the both of you overall. dhfndgh I remember the days when we all were on that group chat discussing stuff about The Last Story and how to implement DrakeNieR characters together aaaaa that was so much fun. Even though you two aren’t writing your TLS muses anymore and I do miss them, it warms my heart to know that you two are still pouring your energy into both writing and your careers. Makes me want to work real hard in school as well. We honestly need to talk much more because I lose touch with my friends way too easily sobs but I love you both so so much ok <333

And then finally all the friends I love lots and those that I want to get to know more——!!

@apexpraedator ; @boargored ; @crimsonstars ; @dacteg ; @diito ; @divinecannon ; @dorrcha ; @duciit ; @faillte ; @fideluxx ; @fujuun ; @fxrtem ; @hakureimaiden ; @hiunmei ; @ibisangelus ; @illustrisxarma ; @inferiornost ; @jjillekkot ; @lamaree ; @lucislegend ; @lunastusx ; @meiyoisan ; @narxkami ; @nicetryshyguy ; @obruor ; @peilot ; @photondebugger ; @popokki ; @prcmising ; @prometheansins ; @pxllidum ; @qorvian ; @rationalclover ; @ryujinta ; @saecris ; @sniperils ; @supernalblade@sunfreckled ; @tiiamate ; @visionsparked ; @void-earth + BLOG ROLL

Thank you so much for two great years !!