this is pointless but i love this feature


Happy Tuesday Babies 🌼

Here’s me in my natural state. No make up, no hair products, & I know my eyes brows needed to be done like yesterday. But under all the concealer, contour, & highlight, this is me. I’m not perfect, & I’ll never be close to perfect, but I gotta love myself for who I am. I use to hate having curly hair, & not having the same facial features as my cousins. People always questioned how were we related cause everyone else had long straight black hair, a lighter skin tone, & more Asian features. & I always felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb, & I hated it! But now I’ve come to realize that all those things I didn’t like about myself, makes me who I am. & I wouldn’t be me if it wasn’t for those things. Self love is the most important thing. You gotta love yourself. If you can’t love yourself, than how are you going to love someone else? I know this is long & pointless but I just wanted to share a little bit, & maybe this could help someone else who’s struggling with accepting themselves. You guys are all beautiful! No matter what anybody says! Love yourself & embrace everything about who you are! Can’t wait to see all your beautiful faces on my dash. Hope everyone has an amazing day! & no matter what our boys say in this video, we love & support them no matter what!

I love y'all 💖


bonjour mes amis! i’m back for the summer (because i like to defy standards lol)! i realised that after exams that my motivation went from about 110% to 0.003%, and that will definitely drop further over summer so i decided to reintroduce myself ready for summer and september, and hopefully a productive year.

- i’m 14, turning 15 on october 29 (so a scorpio)
- i’m an intp-j and ravenclaw
- i live in a v small village in england
- i am bisexual!!

- dodie clark
- sense8
- pride (both the movie and in general)
- scott helman
- two door cinema club
- music in general
- science
- learning languages
- dogs
- archery
- art (mainly abstract stuff because i have approximately 0 talent)

- i start year 11 (eek!) in september
- i completed religious studies and english literature gcse in year 10
- i’m doing maths, english language, combined science, french, history, sport science, electronic products, and art this year
- i do my duke of edinburgh at school, along with art club, and dance
- i’d say i’m best at maths (when i have a decent teacher :/) or french, and my weakest subject is probably history

- i (maybe) want to take biology, chemistry, maths, and sport/french at a level
- i would like to have a job that involves medicine in some way
- i know i really want to go to uni if i can (current choices include oxford, kings college, and imperial college)

- i really want to move to canada when i’m older
- i love learning facts (which is why i’m currently trying to learn all of the us states and capitals)
- my favourite tv show is pointless (aka the best quiz show ever invented, featuring ma babe ricky osman <3)
- i’m supposed to be starting year 10 in september but i did my sats at the end of year 5 so went to high school when i was 10

thank you for reading this far (if you did lol)! i’m super excited to be getting my blog properly going again, and i hope i can make lots more studyblr friends! xo

Anon said: Hi I was wondering if you could do a Nate imagine where your pregnant and just laughing and having a good time cuddled up in the coach with Nate talking about the baby and suddenly you go really quiet because you think about how your dad left when you were young and scared what Nate might do but he says he not going anywhere and makes it really cute, thank you 😘

Note: another request from 4 or 5 months ago.

“Seriously babe he’s kicking really hard” I rubbed my tummy while my boyfriend of 4 years, Nate recorded. “Just like his father” he laughed, “what the hell does that mean, you never kicked me” I furrowed my brows, “let me have my moment dammit” he laughed, “maybe if you make sense with what your saying, then I’d let you” I chuckled. I felt the baby’s hand rub against my tummy, and sure enough when I looked down to my stomach, you could see his hand. “Babe look” I smiled, he looked down and smiled widely placing his hand on top of the baby’s to compare size. “Dam he’s got my hands” he chuckled, “wonder what else he got” I said “maybe my looks” Nate smirked admiring himself. “Your such a asshole” I laughed smacking his arm. “Man I’m excited for him to come” Nate smiled rubbing my tummy, “me too, do you know how spoiled he’s gonna be by the boys?” I laughed, “at least we will have them to babysit when we need alone time” he smirked, “your disgusting” I hit his arm, “you didn’t think so when you were calling me daddy the night we created him” he smirked. “Oh my god can you not be perverted for a second” I hit his chest this time.

I have everything I wanted a boyfriend, a home, and a child. I smiled to myself but then fell quiet, yeah I have everything I wanted I even have Nate’s family to help but I don’t have my child’s grandfather, my father here and even though I know Nate would never do that to me like my father did and walk out… It’s still a possibility. I was thinking of all the possible situations that could happen that could cause Nate to leave me, when he placed his hand on my shoulder causing me to jump a bit. “Babe are you okay?” He asked with concern, “Y-Yeah” I fake smiled, “no your not, every time your deep into thought about something you make this face. Your doing it right now” he shot back, I took a deep breath out and my eyes instantly flooded with tears. “Lil mama what’s wrong?” He brought his hand to my cheek wiping them away, “I’m scared Nate, you know my fathers not here and the story behind that, I’m scared I’ll do something stupid and you’ll leave me and the baby” I held his hand as it resting on my cheek, “Y/N, do you really think I’d leave you so easy?” He questioned, I didn’t reply. “I’ve spent 4 years with you, we’ve argued about pointless shit but never did I give up on you, never did I give up on us. If I wanted to leave I could have left all those other times. I’m in love with you and no matter what happens, I’m staying. I’m gonna marry you one day, just wait on it. We are in this together forever” he smiled bring me to his chest, “promise?” I smiled a bit, “promise” he kissed my forehead, “now lay down, and let me play with you hair lil mama” he chuckled, I did as he asked and the rest of the night we talked about our feature and the life we were gonna continue building.

Hey friend! So not sure if there’s a proper tumblr way to respond to replies, but yoooooo, what a chapter. I personally adored it, because it read very much how a Silent Hill game can play at times, and that’s some of my very favorite horror.

And there’s been lots of good discussion I’ve sort of seen about how this chapter is basically a metaphor into Bum’s mind during the events of KS so far, and that’s cool and all and there’s a lot of merit. But I think my verrrrry favorite thing that got my thinking was the use of the audience within the framing of the chapter. Cuz like, y’all, WE’RE the audience. 

Now let me straight up say that I don’t think Koogi was like, antagonizing her beloved audience or being at all disparaging. But this was definitely a very meta-narrative look at what’s been going on, and here we are - her audience 

This frame in particular stuck out to me first.

That picture frame on the left. Now, I don’t speak a LICK of Korean and I’m so thankful for the tumblr users who do because they give such important and VITAL context that I regret being a white girl so much - but I have seen Koogi very publicly express dislike for images of faces, both hers and even screen caps of the comics being altered. And to have a whole series of portraits only later to be vandalized. It felt very personal, and sort of tragic in a way.

If I were Koogi, I’d be using this chapter to vent and I sort of wondering if that’s what’s she’s doing.

Fast forward some frames and we see people running to the “theatre.” And like, I live on the West Coast and I either set my alarm, or naturally wake up at 6 when I normally get up at 8:30ish (ONLY ON THURSDAYS) for KS because I’m just so hyped on the next chapter and I just immediately placed myself here. I’m an audience member, on the edge of my seat. And for whatever reason that each of us read KS that’s our own. And it ultimately it doesn’t matter in the context of this chapter or anything, and real talk, I’m not usually reading these chapters with a large grin o my face (on the contrary I usually probably look somewhat perplexed ramped up to horrified at times) but all the same I ENJOY IT. So is it really that far off?

And maybe I’m unnecessarily reading into it, but this is what I was most wow’d by when I went through the chapter. Because I felt myself here. Watching Bum’s every move and wondering what’s going to happen next.

Seungbae also stood out because it took most of his scene to realize who he represented. But I adored the way the audience i.e. me was trying to force him away from Bum. Which, unfortunately, is how I tend to react when I read. I don’t want him near Bum - for several reasons. But that fact Seungbae was so easily forced away from Bum - whereas we’ve seen very little has kept him from actually pursuing this case and his interest in Sangwoo and his developing hero-complex with Bum. It’s just all very meta. 

And who doesn’t love a bit of self-awareness?

I realize this isn’t insightful. I don’t have any thoughts of Sangwoo’s hall (featuring only his “mother” and “Bum”) or thoughts on the identity of the clown (it doesn’t matter because it’s a representation of Sangwoo not Sangwoo himself). I just want to say, fuck yeah Koogi for doing something different and for having it be such a fun ride along the way!

Pickup Lines

Prompt ~ #34 “The way you flirt is shameful.” #96 “I’m sorry, what were you saying? I got lost in your eyes.”

Extra ~ Tim Drake x Reader

 It was suppose to be an average tutoring session, but you couldn’t help but tease your boyfriend with cheesy pickup lines. You loved the blush that would appear on his face and his nervous stuttering.

“Tim, life without you is like a broken pencil, it’s pointless.” You smirked at his rosy checks.

“The way you flirt is shameful.” He replied, flipping through his textbook.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying? I got lost in your eyes.” Tim looked up, a smirk gracing his features.

“You must be the square root of two cause I feel irrational around you.” Your jaw dropped opened as he finished talking. Tim had used a pickup line and he didn’t even stutter. You quickly recovered and crawled closer to him.

“I’ll give you a kiss, if you don’t like it you can give it back.” You laughed at his concentrated face.

“Are you full of beryllium, gold, and titanium? Because you are Be Au Ti Full.” You finally closed the space between the both of you, lips ghosting over each other.

“I’m fascinated by the shape of your lips and how they fit perfectly with mine.” You pressed your lips with his. Tim’s hands gripping onto your waist while your hands ran through his hair.

From the entrance to Tim’s room Damian shook his head in disappointment while Jason and Dick high fived, Tim had finally used what they had taught him.


Summary: Dan has an existential crisis during Playlist Live, and Phil saves the day. Featuring OY such as Louise!

“Life is pointless….one day we’re all going to die and everything we’ve accomplished on Earth will be for nothing. What’s the purpose of even living? What am I even doing here?”

Louise grabbed the tall boy by the shoulders. “Dan, snap out of it love!”

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Title: Don't Hold Back Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Word count: 1,159 Theme song: You’re My Best Friend by Queen

Originally posted by peterparkerdaily

    A/n: So this is my first Marvel fic, I have fallen hard for Tom Holland as Spider-Man and I just had the thought for this fic in the middle of the night so I stayed up til’ 2 getting it down. Tell me what you guys think! I hope you like it ❤️

After pacing for what felt like hours, you finally decide to sit down in front of your floor length mirror leaning against the wall and take a good look at yourself. Your eyes held a touch of crazy, probably because of how much you’d been stressing all day over your ‘speech’ for Peter.

“I… I love… I love you,” you tried, but it just sounded so lame. And it didn’t help that every time you even thought of saying those words to Peter, a jolt of anxiety would soar through your stomach. Noticing your cheeks look a little too splotchy for your liking as well, you groan and rub a hand down your face; how were you going to face him?

You and Peter had been friends since sixth grade, seeming to be the only one the other could really find a friend in, through all the seasons and changing of schools. But with Peter going to Midtown and whatever the heck other hobbies he’d picked up, leaving him with cuts and bruises you noticed every once in a while, most of his time was taken up and that left you with meager pickings.

The more you started to miss him, the more you’d reminisce of your memories made. Going through all your pictures together, you’d think how cute he was when you caught him off guard taking a picture in the midst of him laughing so hard he’d start wheezing. It was always over the dumbest jokes you could think of, but Peter couldn’t get enough of them, especially the science puns. You had started looking those up just for him.

And then you started getting butterflies when you’d see him and your cheeks would flush when he smiled at you. Slowly but surely, you came to a big, fat, red warning sign of a realization. You had become the fricking ‘fell in love with my best friend’ trope. And some people might say you were too young to know what love really was, but after all the years you and Peter had gone through side by side, you were alarmingly aware that you did know love.

That was why you had decided you needed to tell Peter how you felt. You hadn’t kept a secret from him practically since you met him and you both had made a pact to always tell each other everything. Sometimes it physically hurt to keep something this big locked away, and if Peter cared about you as much as you figured you knew he did, then he wouldn’t want you to keep it in. Even if he didn’t feel the same.

So, you had called him before school and asked him to come over if he was free sometime after school, and he readily agreed. Now here you sat, waiting to hear the last knock on your door before everything would probably change with Peter. You weren’t stupid, you knew even if Peter said it was okay that you liked him like that and things could still be the same, you would both always be wondering if the other was thinking how different it felt.

You shook your head at yourself and decided to apply some touch up makeup, maybe it would help take your mind off your current predicament, having something else to zone in on.
And it couldn’t hurt to at least try a little harder on your looks, today of all days. But even as you focused on dabbing some concealer under your eyes or brushing some toner over your cheeks, you couldn’t help running over the words in your mind.

You sighed and finally put your makeup aside. Getting up to grab a pen and notebook from your nightstand, you settle on your bed, facing your open window with a view of Queens that probably wasn’t that best, but it was yours; you start to just write out what comes to you when you simply think of Peter. A couple lines in, you stop and read aloud.

“You’re my best friend. You’re the bright spot in my cloudy day. As far as I’m concerned, you’re what keeps the world spinning on its axis. At least my world. God, how cheesy is that.” You grumble before continuing, “As much as I don’t want to hurt our friendship, because I don’t want to live in a world where Peter Parker isn’t my best friend. I owe it to myself, and even you, to get this off my chest.”

You take a deep breathe, figuring if you’re practicing you should definitely get ready for this part, “Peter, I-”

“Love you,” a voice from behind finishes with you. Your eyes go wide and you’re instantly on your feet, pen and notebook forgotten to the floor as you spin to face the intruder, who you already know all too well is not an intruder.

“Oh my God, how long have you been there!? You really shouldn’t sneak up- wait, what?” You start to berate Peter but stop in your tracks as the full realization of what he said, what you both said, dawns on you. Peter offers a shy smile and starts away from the doorway towards you, but you can’t seem to move, only stare.

“I was trying to follow your lead, but I guess I only got it partly right, let me try again.” Peter returns. He’s standing mere inches from you now, looking at you intently. That damn smile, just for you it seemed, probably making your efforts with the toner pointless. You don’t dare say anything, in fear of breaking this bubble you feel like you’re floating in, so you hold your breath as you wait for him to continue.

“I Love you,” he reaffirms. You take another deep breath, letting the words soak in as you see the truth etched into his features. Then you let it out and with it, all the nerves that had been bundling up inside. You can’t stop yourself now, you throw your arms around his neck and close the remaining distance between you in a rush, crashing your lips to his.

He doesn’t hesitate for a second, his arms closing around your waist, pressing you even closer to him as he kisses you earnestly, and yet softly, in return. When you finally pull away breathless, you were probably looking a bit starry eyed, and a grin crept its way onto Peter’s face.

  “You know, I don’t think your speech was too cheesy at all.” Peter says playfully and winks. You roll your eyes and groan.

“It really must have been terrible if you liked it.” You tease back. 

“Hey, I think I have great taste.” He defends, raising his eyebrows at you, then coming back in to kiss you again before you can say anything else. Your eyes flutter shut and you smile into his lips. 

Yeah, things would definitely be different, but it felt more right than you could have imagined.  

A Little Secret

as requested by the lovely @moonbaki:

Might I request a small story in which Jacob finds out their love is with child?

Aaah, I tried to make your request more original seeing as this prompt could be written a variety of ways- and with that said I would also love to do it again :) Once I’m available I wouldn’t mind receiving the same prompt/request! c: (especially considering how much I enjoyed writing it~)

Warnings: Protective/fluffy!Jacob (the fluff is more so in the second half, at least). Mentions of fainting (idk if that’s a trigger but hey better to be safe than sorry).

Words: 3,260

((Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader))

Summary: The reader has been sick for quite some time, and Jacob ends up finding out why when he finds her passed out on the ground (oh no!) 

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i love this game way more than i thought i would and i want to do art but……………………i have literally………..never in my life been good at drawing masculine features. ever. i never draw them. i never learned bc i was…………never interested as a young artist

Impossible Outcome To A Pointless Night

A/N: This is my fic for the Jily Royalty Fest Hope you guys enjoy it  Let smirking boys smirk! :D

“Mother. Can I go now? Sirius and Remus are here already.” Prince James looked pleadingly at his mother beside him.

“No. James, the whole purpose of this ball was to find a suitor for you. Your father and i are getting on in age. You’ll have to take over sometime. The country can’t have a king without a queen. Which means you have to stand here and greet our guests.” James’ mother turned her head, and smiled warmly as the next guest entered the large ballroom.

“MOTHER! I’m not going to find anyone here! I can’t believe you are even hosting this ‘ball’. It’s absolutely ridiculous to believe that I’m going to fall in love with someone in one night! It’s impossible.” James huffed grumpily and looked over to where his friends were standing, but stayed by the Queen’s side.

"I cannot believe we’re finally going to meet Prince James!” Petunia squealed directly in Lily’s ear. Lily made a face and glared out the window. They were fast approaching the castle and Lily couldn’t wait to get there — to escape Petunia and her high pitched gibberish.

“Lily dear, stop growling at the window, it’s very unladylike. You are a princess love, and your father and I have let you be yourself and not forced you into princess duties, but you have come of age Lily. And it’s time to start behaving like the royalty that you are.” Duchess Evans glared at Lily as she spoke.

Lily’s head snapped around and she trained her green eyes on her mother. She clenched her jaw and bit back a sarcastic remark. “I still don’t see the point of me going. Petunia is older. She is in line for the crown. She’s trying to get James. What does that have to involve me?”

Lily’s mother’s eyes widened. “PRINCE James, Lily. Respect!”

Lily rolled her eyes. “I think the whole idea of this ball is stupid. How can the King and Queen expect him to fall in love with someone in one night? It’s impossible.” She huffed grumpily and smoothed out her dress as the car pulled into the castle lawn.

James bowed for what felt like the hundredth time that night. The ball was progressing behind him, but he had not yet joined in the swirling pool of dancers in the ballroom. So far, all the girls had come in with simpering smiles, and bashful eyes, fluttering their eyelashes as they greeted him. The girl in front of him floated off into the ballroom, practically squealing at her mother. James automatically bowed at the next girl, his mind wandering to his mates. He wished that he could join them. He rose from his bow as the girl in front rose from her curtsy. As she lifted her head, their eyes met, and all thoughts about Remus and Sirius vanished from his mind. Her eyes were a steady, piercing, yet mesmerizing green, and unlike all the other girls, there wasn’t anything coquettish about her. Her face was serene, her mouth set firm in a small curving line. She wasn’t trying to draw his attention or portray any qualities - giggling and eyelash batting - that all the other girls had seemed to think that he would be drawn to. They stared at each other for a long moment, their faces identically expressionless and their gazes unwavering, before she dropped hers and moved away with her father. James burned to ask his mother her name but resisted, knowing that she would overreact to the question. He did, however, watch her red hair flow gracefully behind her as she merged and vanished in the sea of people. He’d have to find her later. James turned and bowed at the next simpering girl in front of him, his mind focused on the previous girl in the lilac dress.

Lily moved through the crowd of people, looking for a corner where she could stand quietly until she could leave. Her parents were off talking to various Kings and Queens, Dukes and Duchesses and Tuney was already on the dance floor, weaving through the men until she could nab a dance with James. PRINCE! Prince James. She better start remembering, or her mother was going to have her head. As she walked against the edge of the ballroom, Lily couldn’t deny that it was beautiful. Large chandeliers hung from the high carved ceiling, casting a golden glow over the graceful dancers. People on the dance floor were spinning and dipping in time, their faces identical expressions of enthrallment.  

“Hello love.”  A rich, deep voice interrupted Lily’s musings. She turned to see a young man with shining grey eyes standing behind her. “Sirius Black and Remus Lupin to your rescue.” he said, indicating the other man next to him.

“Rescue? I don’t need rescuing, thanks. And Lily Evans.” she made to turn away, but stopped when Sirius continued talking.

 “You look like you’re having as much fun we are at this fabulously entertaining, not-boring-at-all ball.” His voice dripped with sarcasm and he focused his sharp gaze on Lily.

Remus smirked and said “You definitely need rescuing.” He grinned and linked arms with her, steering her towards the corner of the room.

Despite herself, Lily smiled. “I do find it slightly pointless”,

Sirius linked his arm with Lily’s free one. “I like you already. We’re going to be best friends. And we’re actually going to enjoy this waste of a
night.” Lily laughed and allowed herself to be pulled along by the two boys.

James spun the girl in his arms, his eyes focused on a corner of the room. She had joined Sirius and Remus and the three of them were laughing together. Even from a distance, James could tell that her whole face lit up when she laughed. She was beautiful and possibly even more intriguing than she was at the start of the night. He burned to know her name, to ask her for a dance, but he couldn’t. Not without insulting the other royals. James reluctantly tore his gaze away from the trio to bow at the curtsying lady and accept a new one into his arms.

Lily smiled and bit her lip to prevent a laugh from escaping. Remus and Sirius had certainly brightened her evening, with jokes and hilarious stories about them growing up with James. Prince James. She threw yet another glance at the dance floor. She didn’t quite know why, but seeing him dancing in the crowd brought a slight blush to her cheeks. There was nothing really to blush about, but throughout the night, the thought of him was niggling at the back of her mind. She kept replaying their meeting in her head. His eyes had been so intense, deep pools of hazel that only seemed to emphasize the sharp lines of his face. He was rather good looking actually, Lily had to admit. And maybe it was her imagination, but he seemed to be throwing glances her way. She chastised herself for letting her mind wander to him - he was probably looking at his friends after all - and turned back to face Sirius. He was watching her with an odd expression, but he smiled and offered her his hand.

“Dance with me Lady Lily? I’ve run out of witty comments.”

“I’m sure you haven’t, but of course.” Lily glided across the floor coming to stop across from Sirius.

She curtsied and he bowed before taking each others’ hands and stepping towards each other. They began to dance – Sirius was quite an impressive dancer – and Lily realized that they were dancing quite close to Prince James. The tempo of the song picked up and before Lily realized what was happening, Sirius had called out, “Prongs! Switch partners!”

Lily’s eyes widened as Sirius and James, in perfect synchrony, rolled their dance partner out and into the waiting arms of the other and if Lily had been looking, she would have noticed the smirk play across Sirius’ features as she twirled into Prince James’ arms.

Lily looked up to see him smiling down at her. “James.” She breathed, before catching herself. “Prince! James. Oh my I’m so sorry. No disrespect intended.”

She blushed deeply, but he only chuckled lightly. “James is perfectly fine. I honestly hate it when people address me by my title. You are?” he inquired, moving her in time to the music.

“I’m Lily. Lily Evans. So I guess, ‘Your Royal Highness’ is out of the question?” she grinned at him as he twirled her around.

“Most definitely out of the question. Petunia’s sister? You’re nothing alike.”

“We get that a lot. In perfect honesty, I’m rather glad that we’re not similar.”

Lily enjoyed how easily the conversation was flowing between them, and she could not for a second deny the fact that her heart was racing and thudding hard against her chest.

“I’m glad too.” James paused, and for a moment, they gazed at each other, both certain that their erratic breathing wasn’t from the dancing alone. “You were with Sirius and Remus. Do you know them?”

Lily could feel the swish of her dress around her knees as she waltzed with the messy haired boy. “No. Not until tonight. We shared the same opinions about the ball.”

Lily grimaced. She shouldn’t have said that. Not to James.

“It’s alright. I’m with you guys on this. I don’t know. Mum wouldn’t listen. But to me it seems pointless. For me to fall in love with someone in one night, it’s…”

“Impossible.” Lily finished his sentence and he nodded imperceptibly.

They were silent again, their hearts thudding in synchrony. James broke the silence first.

“What did they tell you? Sirius and Remus? You were laughing earlier.” He had narrowed his eyes, a suspicious look crossing over his handsome features.

Lily could feel the blood rush to her cheeks. He had been looking at her. She averted her eyes and bit back a smile. “Just some stuff. Stories about growing up with you. Some concerning forks and prongs.” She couldn’t help it, she grinned.

James cringed and let out a groan. “They LIE. They always lie. It’s never my fault.”

Lily looked at him. “What about the frying pan then?”

James grinned. “Okay. THAT was me.”

Lily smiled “Do you talk by rule then, while you are dancing?”

James smirked and replied. “Sometimes. One must speak a little, you know.” He laughed at Lily’s stricken expression. “Serves you right, didn’t think I would get the reference did you?”

“No. I never. What. Why, in heavens name, would you have read that book?” she replied, utterly stunned.

“Mum made me. Said everyone should. It was quite nice, I liked it. Never thought it would come in handy though. But for the expression on your face, I would read it all over again.” James winked at her. “To answer the original question, not really. Haven’t spoken to anyone else tonight. Just you. I like it though. It’s a refreshing change from the silence.”

The fast dance came to end, and a slow one began. James and Lily stepped away from each other to bow and curtsy.

“Do you want to switch partners?” James asked tentatively.

“No. Do you?”

“No. One more dance?” Lily agreed, and she stepped into his arms. James placed a hand on her waist and she rested her head against his shoulder. They slow danced to the music, their minds thinking the same thing – impossible.

Remus tumbled off the dance floor towards Lily, a young girl with spunky pink hair in tow. Both of them were smiling, pink in the face.

“Lily. I’ve finally started enjoying this ball!”, he exclaimed.

The pink haired girl laughed. “Hi! I’m Dora.” she extended her hand, which Lily promptly took.

“Lily.” and to Remus she added, “That’s nice Remus. Me too, actually.

Remus smirked again, “Oh I bet.”

Before Lily could respond, Remus turned to Dora, “Drinks?” She responded with an enthusiastic “Hell, yes!”, and they both made their way to the nearest waiter.

Lily blinked after them and once again looked for James on the dance floor. She couldn’t spot him. Was she being ridiculous? Didn’t she just tell herself that it wasn’t possible to fall in love in one night? But that was before she had danced with James. Did he feel the same way? Lily longed to know. She longed to talk to him and find out. But she couldn’t even see him. She craned her neck just as an arm draped over her shoulders. She turned to see Sirius, smiling like a child given too much candy.

“Looking for someone?”

“No.” Lily replied defensively.

“Liar. You two couldn’t take your eyes off each other.”

Lily blushed despite herself and felt a tug at the pit of her stomach.

Sirius smirked and took her hand. “Come with me love. Try not to draw anyone’s attention.”

Lily arched her eyebrows, but followed Sirius through the crowd. They slipped through the curtains into a large living room.

“Go out through the glass door onto the balcony. I’ll keep watch here. Just go.” Sirius said in response to Lily’s puzzled expression.

She crossed the room and slid the glass doors open, stepping into the cool night air. The balcony was lined with plants, and James stood at the edge of the balcony, leaning on the banister, looking out over the garden illuminated in the moonlight. Lily’s pulse raced as she caught sight of him and she made her way to him. Once she arrived next to him, James turned to face her and smiled.

“Hey.” he whispered softly, reaching a hand up to cup her face. He stroked a thumb across her cheek. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you all night. And remember how I – we both – said that it was impossible to fall in love in one night? I’ve changed my mind, because, Lily, I think that I may have fallen in love with you.”

Lily breath hitched as he continued, “I’m not asking you to marry me, not yet anyway, but if you, too, want to try and give us a shot, I think that we would work. Hell, we’ll be spectacular.” James paused, and smiled down at Lily. “My affections and wishes are and will be unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject forever.”

Lily’s faced broke out in a smile as the palpable tension dissipated, making everything possible. She stepped closer to James, placing her hands behind his neck. “Did you go and look that up?”

James grinned down at her. “Straight to my mother’s library.”

Lily smiled up at him, threading her fingers through his soft hair. She stood on her tiptoes and he brought his head down, meeting her lips with his. He kissed her softly and she responded enthusiastically until they were both slightly out of breath. She pulled away and he rested his forehead against hers.

She looked up into his eyes and murmured, “Definitely possible.”, before pulling him down for another kiss under the moonlight.

Pretzels to all you lovely readers! Double pretzels to the ones that recognized the Pride And Prejudice reference. (It was very not subtle.) I did mess around with the ages slightly, just because i wanted to stick Tonks in. Cause she’s amazing. 


lapisrune  asked:

Eeee! The Crystal Gems were awesome and I love them! I wish there was a feature in Pokemon where we can recolor and use them, though I guess that would make shinies pointless... Could you do the Mystery Skulls gang in whichever pokemon you think would suit them best with their palettes? This year for the convention I'm going as Sora from Kingdom Hearts :D

cant wait for them to make a video for a song i like tbh freakin out was good but not great and i actually dont like hellbent

fantasy and only one when

Arthur is an engineer!

I spent so much on who to use Vivi for but she has a scarf?? so this is as good as it gets

an obvious one but I couldn’t think of a less obvious one so yea

spooky ghost plant girl

I mean the true form is literally a nine tailed fox so

and bonus!!!

the dead beats!!!!

a saga

I got a special request from brooke-to-broch for Emma and Killian to have a “heated moment” when Hook was at his “most piratey.” Thus, we go back to 2x12, “In the Name of the Brother,” for some canon divergence/missing (sexy) scene at the hospital after Hook awakens from his car crash injuries. (Some dialogue not mine, obviously.)

Emma sat on his bed, watching him intently while he slept. His face was bruised and battered from the car accident, but he was peaceful as he slumbered, giving him a boyish appearance. She considered reaching out and smoothing his hair back from his brow, but thought better of it. This man was trouble, of that she had no doubt.

There was a connection between them, a pull that she couldn’t deny. She had felt it from the moment they met, but it only amplified on their joint venture up the beanstalk. He was a lone wolf as she had been, a tortured soul. Pain haunted his past, and he was wary of his future. Who stands in the way of a moving vehicle, without even the smallest attempt at self-preservation?

She’d be a fool to engage him; yet here she was staring at the pink of his lips and the strong line of his jaw. When his eyelashes began to flutter, her breath caught for a moment, because really - how did someone get that beautiful? She knew in no time she’d be confronted with those deep blue eyes, so she steeled herself for it. She wasn’t about to let him get the best of her.

“Where’s Cora?” she intoned.

Immediately he lifted his wrist, only to find it bound to the hospital bed. He raised one eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Again? You’re really into this, aren’t you?” he said, his accent thick from slumber.

Emma smiled in self-satisfaction while he grimaced. “Damn, that hurts.”

“I told you, you cracked a few ribs,” she stated, rising from the bed to stand over him. “Where’s Cora?” she repeated, with more force this time.

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Imagine: taking a road trip with Ashton. At the beginning of the trip he would be so excited, he would be so hyped up and screaming along to the songs on the radio and every single time he would see something that looked slightly interesting he would pull over and drag you out of the car and pulling you along hand and hand. You two went into quaint shops that you both fooled around in until the manager kicked you out and small cafes where you would just cherish the time you had with each other and the pointless but meaningful conversations that you had. After the time wore on him he would calm down and rub his thumb along your thigh and hum quietly. You could constantly look over at him and take in his features and smile to yourself exposing his dimples that you loved. Each time he would catch you he have a smirk on him face and feel the need to kiss you. He would pull over abruptly and take your face in his kissing you with everything he had and murmur a quiet I love you. Constantly you two would make love in the back of the car, knowing that it was you two against the world and nothing would change that.

thedisdainfullysilentvisitor  asked:

klaroline + things you said to her after she said my name (Either Cami or Aurora but I've been wondering about what would happen if Aurora dropped Caroline's name to get a reaction from Klaus)

AN: This happens some time after the crossover when the spoilers of certain bartender’s death prove to be true.

Full disclosure: haven’t watched TO in ages (apart from CO) so I don’t really know what Aurora is like.

“Clearly Cami’s death has taught you nothing, my sweet love,” Aurora’s mocking voice reverberates across the room as she clearly revels in Klaus’ shocked expression. “You see, you can bury me behind a wall of bricks but I always come back.”

The hybrid’s features quickly form into the mask of calm, his steady gaze piercing when he focuses on the red-head. “It seems your punishment was just as pointless, love. As you very well know, Camille has met her end. You have no leverage left now.”

“Oh, I think I do,” she drawls, a gleeful grin spreading on her face. “Caroline.”

Her back crashes with the wall faster than she can blink.

“What. Did. You. Just. Say?” Klaus growls, his hand gripping her by the neck.

Aurora is gasping for air, her throat crushed and her feet jerking a few inches above the floor. “I will get my revenge,” she manages to croak, the last scraps of reason lost along with her beloved brother.

His smile is ghastly when Klaus attacks her neck, ripping the flesh apart with his fangs. He leans back, admiring the damage he’s done and then darts forward, snarling in her ear, “I would love nothing more than to make you suffer for the next few centuries since you’ve dared to speak her name. Oh, the things I would do to you, my sweet love.” His tone is mocking as his fingers sink into her chest and clench around her heart.

“Nik, please…” Aurora’s eyes are filled with panic now, body writhing in a hopeless struggle.

“Sorry, love. This little game of ours was entertaining but I cannot risk her.

Klaus watches the life leave the red-head’s eyes, her body slumping to the floor as he weighs the heart he’s just ripped away in his hand.

Good, he thinks. New Orleans is ready for its Queen. His Queen.

Why y'all should use Tumblr's "Ignore" (block) feature more often when it comes to anon hate.

One day, I logged onto Tumblr to see a few messages in my inbox. I don’t remember the exact number but let’s say for the sake of the conversation that I had 3 nice, complimenting anon messages and 1 anon hate message.

Now what I do with anon hate is something everyone should do. As soon as I notice the anon hate is what it is–hateful–I ignore it immediately. But the thing that happened next shocked me.

The anon hate message I ignored mentioned them hoping I miscarry my fetus baby. This was sent when I was around 7 weeks so at the time, my fetus baby was actually an embryo baby, meaning the worries I had about miscarriage were obviously high. I did not enjoy reading a message like that, especially when I was early enough for miscarriage to still happen, so I ignored (“blocked”) it.

After reading such a terrible message, I thought responding to the 3 nice anon messages would make me feel better. But, wait–There were only 2 nice anon messages now. Where did the third one go? 

I realized then that after someone wished miscarriage upon me, they decided to send me something positive. Whether they felt guilty or not, it was not okay to say something so hurtful and then try to be nice about it. You cannot crumble up a paper heart just to smooth it out and expect it to look just as perfect. 

You might think that the ignore feature is pointless but it really is amazing. If it weren’t for that feature, I would have just deleted the rude message and responded to the nice one like it was a completely different person. I wouldn’t know that, though, and they would have definitely fooled me. 

There is always something to complain about when it comes to Tumblr and some people might even think that the ignore feature doesn’t do what it should, but I love it. I am thankful that even if I ignore an anon message, it recognizes who the sender is and it prevents me from seeing anything else they send. That definitely comes in handy because if you’re having multiple anon hate messages, it is more than likely just 1 person trying to ruin your day by making you think tons of people hate you.