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Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (Sebastian Stan x Reader) Pt. 5

A/N: hello lovelies! part 5 is finally here! This chap gets hella angsty AND steamy! ;) I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah

Warnings: Angst. Sexual pictures. NSFW. Online relationships. Swearing. There is a very graphic picture at the end so beware lol!

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anonymous asked:

I really love the miraculous au!!! its so cool! could you do that one masked ballroom scene from the original post? >u< if you don't mind of course <3

Its the coolest thing ever, I spent most of tonight freaking out over it XDDD Bless @emthimofnight for coming up with this amazing AU <3

So yeah I don’t mind writing more for it haha. Thank you again to emthimofnight who told me more about the ballroom scene so I could write this!

THE INCREDIBLE FANART THAT INSPIRED THIS & other thing I already wrote for this au & a third thing I wrote for this au

Miraculous Ladybug au, featuring Killua (secretly Chat Noir) and Gon (secretly Ladybug). Enjoy!

The sad thing was, Gon almost didn’t recognize his best friend.

Not because Gon was a bad friend. Far from it; he could usually find Killua in a crowd just from the hunch of his shoulders, the hands shoved in his pockets. Gon didn’t need to see the starlight-silver hair or flash of midnight blue eyes to recognize the person Gon had grown up with his whole life.

This, though. This was entirely different.

“What’s the matter, Gon?” Killua asked, familiar smirk growing underneath an unfamiliar mask. “Cat got your tongue?”

Gon was too speechless to respond to the pun.

Killua was dressed head to toe in a startling white suit, adorned with matching gloves and an intricate cat mask that hid most of his face. His eyes- beautiful, shining, the deepest blue Gon had ever seen- glowed in the dim light, sparkling like jewels. The final touch was Killua’s hair- instead of its normal chaotic mess, Killua’s hair was now swept back in a graceful arc.

Gon’s heart throbbed. He had always known Killua was pretty. It wasn’t hard to miss the way other kids at school stared at him sometimes, despite the fact that Killua was a Zoldyck and ‘not to be trusted’ for a reason that made Gon’s hands shake with fury.

But right now- this very moment, standing in the center of a crowded Masquerade Ball, with chandelier lights glittering in the background and sweeping music drifting through the air-

This was the first time Gon realized how utterly breathtaking Killua truly was.

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i’ve been thinking about ramses’ whole “you’re useless” thing @ juno regarding his eye and man… fuck. is it really any wonder juno agreed to help him? like imagine you’re juno, you’ve lost one of the main skills you used to always bank on, you’re depressed, you feel like you can’t help anybody, and this mf comes along and straight up goes “yeah. yeah you suck and you can’t help anyone, but i have a quick and easy solution to help you so long as you help me” like… that’s shady as fuck, especially since he makes a point to not reveal his actual goals, but dude. if i were juno, i absolutely would’ve taken my fucking chances with the solution being offered

it’s smart and clever in the sense that is is targeted and manipulative and plays on weaknesses ramses knows juno has, as well as reaffirming beliefs juno already holds (and it’s a different reaffirmation than say, mick, yelling at him and telling him to pick himself up and pull himself together. with mick, it was genuine, ‘people want to help but they can’t until you stop being such an asshole and help yourself’, whereas ramses only puts juno in that vulnerable place to essentially sell him something). it would sound, to juno, like ramses is confirming the truth, saying what other people are too afraid to say, but you know the thing about people working for profit is they are… rarely sincere or completely honest in their message or how they say they’ll go about it. any means justify the ends kind of thing, and you really get the vibe that he looked juno up and he was going to say/do everything in his power to get juno on his side (especially when juno agreed and he said “i knew you would” or w/e like yikes! red flag #83478)

and my guy. my dude. i would never, ever trust a smooth talking politician who says exactly what you already think as well as spouting ideological but physically impossible rhetoric like “clean the city”, but the problem with those kinds of characters is they do not make it easy to hate them (or i guess, you can hate them but because they’re saying what you already think, you don’t think they are WRONG). that’s like, the whole goal.

what i’m saying is i think ramses is a liar and snake, i think we don’t know any of his motivations (and the ones we do know sound like this guy walked straight out of gotham city ffs), and i am both very intrigued and kind of terrified to see if he ever drops the mask of saying exactly what everyone wants to hear.

Bucky² (Epilogue)

Summary: You’re a mutant with the power of dimensional, spatial and time manipulation, meaning you can travel to and from dimensions, spaces and different times with ease. But one day, when you’re coming back from a particularly long mission, you brought something back that should never have come with you in the first place.

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything that Marvel has created and I certainly don’t own Sebastian Stan.

Warnings: Major familial sweetness and Bucky fluff.

40′s!Bucky x Present!Bucky x Reader

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 |

Originally posted by buckynsebimagines

Y/N’s POV:

It’s been fifteen beautiful years with Bucky. 

For those of you that are unaware, we’ve been married for fourteen of those years and we’ve had our ups and down like any couple but we’ve always pulled through.

It was our anniversary today and Bucky had told me that I should ‘doll myself up’ like in the old days, so that’s what I was doing in front of the vanity with my one-year-old girl on my lap. Her thick yet growing Y/H/C hair was pulled back from her small forehead and up in a hair tie. Her hair parted like a little fountain atop her head. It always made me smile. She was watching me paint my lips red with liquid lipstick, her baby-blue eyes watching in fascination, reminiscent of her father. 

That, or she was wondering how she could see two of Mummy.

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Another Original

Request: Elijah Mikaelson one shot off the two prompts “I’m very busy right now and you’re distracting me” & “Do you have any idea how much I want to kiss you right now?” xD – Anon

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Warnings: none, I’m surprised.

Word Count: 2582

Ooh. ‘Lijah.

(gifs not mine, credits to owners)

Of all people you would surround yourself, you happened to end up with the Mikaelsons. The first vampires, the oldest, reckless, quite wise set of people you have met. But you weren’t any lower than them, you’re just as old as them, not so reckless, and wise. No, they aren’t your siblings, you’d rather go to hell than be part of that drama that’s their family.

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Doctor Who sentence starters

Both New Who and Classic Who are represented.

  • “Oh, I thought you were my mirror image………until I realised I wasn’t the one holding a gun”
  • “If we fight like animals, we die like animals.”
  • “I love humans. Always seeing patterns in things that aren’t there.”
  • “Could you hurry up and close the door? Your ship’s about to blow up; there’s gonna be a draft.”
  • “You need to get yourself a better dictionary. When you do, look up “genocide”. You’ll find a little picture of me there, and the caption’ll read “Over my dead body.”
  • “You’re bluffing. There isn’t a sincere bone in your body… there isn’t a bone in your body!”
  • “The universe is big. It’s vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles.”
  • “You want weapons? We’re in a library! Books! The best weapons in the world!”
  • “Some people live more in 20 years than others do in 80. It’s not the time that matters, it’s the person.”
  • “Never ignore coincidence. Unless, of course, you’re busy. In which case, always ignore coincidence.”
  • “This is who I am, right here, right now, all right? All that counts is here and now, and this is me!”
  • “I am and always will be the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams.”
  • “Always take a bannana to a party.”
  • “Geronimo!”
  • “Allon-sy!”
  • “Fantastic!”
  • “You wanted advice you said. I never give it. Never. But I might just say this to you. Always search for truth. My truth is in the stars and yours is here.”
  • “I don’t believe that man was made to be controlled by machines. Machines can make laws, but they can not preserve justice. Only human beings can do that.”
  • “You destroyed a whole planet just to save your own skin. You’re insane!”
  • “One day I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. Until then, there must be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties. Just go forward in all your beliefs and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine.”
  • “Life depends on change, and renewal.”
  • “Yes. When I say run, run like a rabbit. Run!”
  • “Our lives are different to anybody else’s. That’s the exciting thing, that nobody in the universe can do what we’re doing.”
  • “You haven’t been trying to play this, have you? ”
  • “Are you trying to tell me that you were going to make cocoa in my lab?!”
  • “That wasn’t a question. That was a statement.”
  • “Would you like a Jelly Baby?”
  • “You’re standing on my scarf.”
  • “Shut up K9”
  • “Do you think I might attract attention?”
  • “If I tell you want you want to know, I betray millions of people in the future. I can’t do that.”
  • “Yes… perhaps it is time we were leaving. Don’t want to be blamed for starting a fire, do we?”
  • “That’s monstrous! Vaporisation without representation is against the constitution!”
  • “When did you last have the pleasure of smelling a flower, watching a sunset, eating a well-prepared meal? … For some people, small, beautiful events are what life is all about!”
  • “An apple a day keeps the… Ah, never mind.”
  • “That’s the trouble with regeneration. You never quite know what you’re going to get.”
  • “It’s times like this I wish I still had my scarf.”
  • “You were expecting someone else?”
  • “ Change? What change? There is no change… no time, no rhyme, no place for space, nothing! Nothing but the grinding engines of the universe, the crushing boredom of eternity!”
  • “Guns can seriously damage your health, you know!”
  • “You don’t understand regeneration, Mel. It’s a lottery, and I’ve drawn the short plank.”
  • “Yes, that’s right, you’re going. You’ve been gone for ages. You’re already gone. You’re still here. You’ve just arrived. I haven’t even met you yet. It all depends on who you are and how you look at it. Strange business, time.”
  • “Your species has the most amazing capacity for self-deception, matched only by its ingenuity when trying to destroy itself.”
  • “You can always judge a man by the quality of his enemies.”
  • “You dreamt you could hold back death. Isn’t that true?”
  • “Great men are forged in fire. It is the privilege of lesser men to light the flame.”
  • “Excuse me, do you mind not farting while I’m saving the world?”
  • “Good. Put her on a slow heat and let her simmer!”
  • “ You let one go, but that’s nothing new. Every now and then, a little victim’s spared. Because she smiled, because he’s got freckles, because they begged. And that’s how you live with yourself. That’s how you slaughter millions. Because once in a while, on a whim, if the wind’s in the right direction, you happen to be kind.
  • "The angels have the phonebox.”
  • “ I’ve seen fake gods and bad gods and demigods and would-be gods; out of all that, out of that whole pantheon, if I believe in one thing… just one thing… I believe in her.”
  • “All of time and space; everywhere and anywhere; every star that ever was. Where do you want to start? ”
  • “Don’t be lasagna”

propshophannah  asked:

"Did you know you have a heart-shaped scar right there?" —ELRIEL

These Elriel ones will KILL ME and I love it thank you. Hope you like, friend!


“Did you know you have a heart-shaped scar right there?”

“I– what?” Azriel spluttered, his face screwing up in an expression of rare surprise.

“Right there,” Elain said, walking forward and turning him back around so that his back was to her.

His shirtless back.

He had been in the middle of training her - outside in the hot sun per her request and now she was poking around on his back very, very close to his wings.

“I know you can’t see it, but it looks like a heart,” she said very matter-of-factly.

Azriel liked Elain, he enjoyed being around her. But he wasn’t quite comfortable yet with how comfortable SHE seemed to be around him.

“Okay,” he mumbled, jerking away from her and being very careful not to let her touch his wings. “Let’s get back to training.”

“We’ve been training for hours, Azriel,” Elain groaned. “Can we just sit for a moment?”

Azriel sighed, but nodded his head. Elain grinned, grabbing the canteen before plopping herself down in the grass. She took a long drink and then offered it to him. He shook his head and she frowned.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Azriel’s shadows wrapping around him while she reveled in the sunshine. Two sides of a coin.

He felt her gaze before he saw her and shifted uncomfortably.

“You’re staring,” he mumbled almost inaudibly.

“I’m telling you it looks just like a heart,” she said simply. “It’s quite beautiful honestly.” Azriel shot her a look. “What?”

“Scars aren’t beautiful.”

Much to his surprise, Elain chuckled.

“Well that’s ridiculous. Scars are all sorts of beautiful. They tell a story. See I have this one on my ankle from when I fell out of a tree as a child. And this one on my shoulder is from just the other week when Nesta accidentally clipped me with that sword.”

Despite himself, Azriel chuckled.

“She was so upset.”

Elain laughed too. “I told her a hundred times it wasn’t her fault. And when she found out that Illyrian steel will scar even fae skin she was a wreck.”

The two laughed together for a few seconds until Azriel’s shadows started whispering to him that he didn’t deserve to laugh. Not with her, not someone so innocent.

“My scars don’t tell good stories,” he finally said softly.

Elain didn’t speak for a moment or two. Right as Azriel wanted to absolutely disappear into his shadows, she scooted right next to him in one movement until they were hip to hip.

“They might not tell good stories,” she said plainly. “But… they paint a beautiful picture. Like one of Feyre’s paintings. Sometimes she paints sad things, but the picture itself is beautiful. Because it shows something real. It shows a journey.” She paused, tapping her fingers over his heart shaped scar. “Your journey is just longer than others. But also more beautiful.”

Even though it would be a long time until Azriel believed those words, he appreciated them in that moment all the same.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely, catching her eyes in a rare move.

Elain smiled brightly.


Walk Away

Epilogue to CPD 4x11 written from Erin’s perspective and then Jay’s.


Erin closed the door softly behind her and peaked down the hall. As she suspected Jay was stretched out on the couch, feet on coffee table, watching tv.

Waiting for her.

Yet another thing to feel bad about tonight.

She toed off her shoes and shrugged out of her jacket. Releasing a slow breath she sulked down the hall towards him, head swimming with too many thoughts and feelings still.

She’d contemplated staying longer with Annie, consuming enough amber liquid to numb everything she didn’t want to feel but she knew the self loathing she’d feel in the morning would be worse than the disgust in being born of a woman who’s sole purpose in having children seemed to be using them to scam her way into a man’s wallet, and worse than the grief of loosing a father she never had to begin with.

Who was she kidding.

She knew Jimmy wasn’t her father. Knew all along there was a catch. But she let herself get sucked in anyway, again.

Like always.

Bunny crooked her finger and dangled images of a loving family in front of Erin and she just couldn’t resist the temptation of a good fairy tale. She knew who Bunny was, that she was incapable of any kind of maternal instinct or love but she suckered Erin in every time. The pathetic little girl just wanting to know what it felt like to be loved by a parent, wanted not for what she could offer but for who she was. Bile rose in Erin’s throat. God she was a pathetic, delusional mess. What kind of person let someone chew them up and spit them out then went back for more knowing damn well it was going to happen again?

And worse. Jimmy thought she’d been in on it. Thought she was no better that the scamming whore that bore her life.

Anne’s words repeated in her head. It wasn’t such a bad idea cutting all this out of her life, starting over somewhere new, reinventing herself, forgetting her past and becoming whomever she wanted to be. The idea of being free from Bunny sounded like winning the lottery right now.

Somewhere amongst these thoughts she was aware of Jay muting the tv and sitting up in anticipation of her but she couldn’t bring herself to make eye contact with him just yet.

“Hey,” he greeted her, she could hear the hesitation in his voice.

“Hey,” she barely whispered back as she perched on the edge of the couch facing him. She closed her eyes trying to find the words to tell him everything she needed o say.

“Erin, I…”

“I’m sorry,” she cut him off. She took another breath and risked looking up at him, risked showing him what she was feeling. “I’m sorry I took it out on you. It’s not your fault Jimmy’s not my father. It’s not your fault my mother is a manipulative bitch who I can’t seem to shake free from. It’s not your fault I buried my head in the sand hoping that this time there would be some kind of fairy tale ending. I shouldn’t have said the things I did and I’m sorry.”

Her voice hitched on the last words as the full weight of how she’d treated him settled on her. She’d hurt him. Again. Life had gone a few rounds with her again and instead of letting him bandage her wounds she’d come out swinging.

He didn’t say anything, just held her gaze. She wasn’t sure what he needed to see but she knew if she had any hope of making this right she couldn’t hide from him, so she waited while he searched her face. After a moment his eyes softened and he reached out for her, pulling her into a hug.

“I love you,” he whispered into her hair.

She let herself take comfort in his warmth for a moment. He was such a good man. Over and over he’d put up with her shit, and he was still here. Still had his arms out asking her to let him love and help her.

But could she ask this of him? Was it fair to repeatedly subject him to the shit show that was her past? How much more before he started resenting her for dumping all this shit on him? Had he really considered what a lifetime with her was going to entail? Could he duck and weave for that many rounds?

And if he finally gave up and walked away? If she finally drained all the love and kindness from him and he was left bitter and tired of her crap? What then? Could she survive that? Could she live with herself knowing she’s ruined the best thing that ever happened to her? Could she live with hurting him like that?

Erin fought the tears that threatened. She needed to know if he had though about any of this.

“Do you really want to do this? Do you really want a lifetime of dealing with my shit?” She asked into his neck, her heart breaking just saying the words.

She felt him stiffen then pull back to look at her. His eyes bore into her. Again she fought the urge to shut down and protect herself. If she wanted an honest answer she had to be honest herself.

His gaze was too much and she lost the battle with tears, one lone one escaping her eye and falling hot and heavy down her cheek. Jay’s hand came up to brush the tear away. Erin tried to duck her head, embarrassed by the tears, but he wouldn’t let her.

“Erin I love you. I promised you I’d always have your back remember? I meant it. I can’t imagine a lifetime without you. Even if it means dealing with your crazy mother.” He smiled sympathetically.

Erin dropped her head, the sweet sincerity of his words causing more tears to fall.

“I saw Annie tonight. She thinks the best thing for me would be to leave Chicago. Get away from Bunny and the past for good.” Erin confessed. She took Jay’s hand and laced her fingers through his. “But I’ve tried running before and well, we both know how well that turned out for me.” She laughed self consciously. “And I can’t, I can’t walk away from this,” she said, raising their joined hands. “I can’t walk away from us.” Erin smiled sadly up at him. “So if you really think you can do this,” her voice broke, tears betraying her again. She hated herself for crying.

“Erin,” Jay whispered, again pulling her close. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The emotions of the day gained the upper hand at his words and a few quiet sobs escaped her body before she wrestled her composure back. She pulled herself back up, swiping the tears from her cheeks. She would not give into this. This would not destroy her. At least she tried desperately to convince herself of that.

“There is something I could use your help with,” Erin confessed, embarrassed by her inability to handle things on her own.

“Of course,” Jay affirmed.

“I need to cut her out of my life. Once and for all. I just..” Erin trailed off. She just didn’t know how or if she was strong enough to do it. Could she rid herself of Bunny? Could she walk away from the what ifs and maybe this times? It was one addiction she didn’t know if she was strong enough to beat.

“Hey, he said, tipping her chin up with one hand and threading the fingers of his other hand back through hers, “we got this.”


When her key clicked in the door a sense of relief washed over him. Then the anger returned. Was this how it was going to be every time Bunny felt the urge to fuck around inside Erin’s head? Was he up for a lifetime of worrying about where she was and if she was self medicating her wounds every time her past came up to take a swing at her?

But he knew the answers before he finished asking the questions. He would be there. Because he loved her. Because he’s promised himself long ago he’d be the one person to stick by her no matter what. Because the incredible woman she was underneath all the pain and doubt and self loathing was worth fighting for. Because eventually she would stop running away from him and start running towards him when the scars got ripped open.

He was sure if he said that last part enough times he could make it come true.

He’d been sitting here all evening replaying their fight in his head. He’d apologized earlier, not because he was sorry for running the DNA, he wasn’t. He’d do it again in a heartbeat. No, he’d apologized because he was sorry he’d been the one to burst her bubble, sorry he’d lost his patience when he knew she was only lashing out because she was hurting, sorry he couldn’t protect her from this, from Bunny.

And honestly that’s all he wanted to do.

Protect her from her fucked up mother and a past that was so heavy it threatened to crush her now and then. He knew what it felt like to carry a heavy load and he just wanted to make hers lighter. She deserved that. Although tonight, as he watched her make her way towards him, her slumped posture and focus on the floor had him suspecting she didn’t believe that she deserved much of anything.

Jay muted the tv and sat forward. Anger filled him. God how he’d like to ship Bunny off to some deserted island. Keep cool he told himself letting out a slow breath. She’s hurting. But disappointment filled him when she’d sat on the couch without looking up at him, barely managing to return his greeting. It seemed he was going to have to get the ball rolling.


“Erin, I…”

“I’m sorry,” she cut him off. He watched as she pulled her spine up straighter and lifted her head to look at him, at last. “I’m sorry I took it out on you. It’s not your fault Jimmy’s not my father. It’s not your fault my mother is a manipulative bitch who I can’t seem to shake free from. I shouldn’t have said the things I did and I’m sorry.”

Jay searched her face. He chided himself for looking for signs that she was drunk or high. But after the way she’d gone mia all day, he didn’t know who would be walking though the front door tonight. The sincerity and regret he’d heard in her voice were there on her face in a rare display of openness. More importantly, she was sober.

He silently celebrated the small victory for her since it was clear she didn’t feel like she’d won anything. But going a round with Bunny and coming out of it on her feet was a major win for Erin. He reached forward and pulled her close. God what he wouldn’t give to take the sting out of this for her.

“I love you,” he breathed into her hair because he didn’t know how else to tell her he accepted her apology, he understood her pain, he’d be there for whatever she needed to get past this and he was ready to put this behind them.

She relaxed against him for a moment without answering. The fact that she didn’t return his sentiment was not lost on Jay.

“Do you really want to do this? Do you really want a lifetime of dealing with my shit.” She asked shakily into his shoulder.

Jay felt the heat of anger rise in his cheeks. She was pushing him away? Again? After all they’d been though? After everything he’d done to prove he’d be there for her? He pulled back to look in her eyes so he could confront her, if she was going to do this he was going to make her stare him in the face. He wasn’t going to let her off that easily.

What he saw in her eyes broke his heart. His anger vanished. Her eyes were filled with fear and saddens, a tear streamed down her face. She was scared of loosing him. Really? Did she doubt him still? Did she really think he’d scare off that easily? Of course she did. When had anyone ever proved her otherwise? Even Voight’s love came with a price tag.

He cupped her cheek with his hand and brushed at the wet path the tear had left behind with his thumb. How did he make this better? How did he make her believe in them, but more importantly, herself?

“Erin I love you. I promised you I’d always have your back remember? I meant it. I can’t imagine a lifetime without you. Even if it means dealing with your crazy mother.”

He caught the tears leaving her eyes as she ducked her head. He was filled with an overwhelming urge to push Bunny off a cliff.

“I saw Annie tonight. She thinks the best thing for me would be to leave Chicago. Get away from Bunny and the past for good.”

Nausea overwhelmed Jay. She was going to run. Despite his words, his continued effort to show her he loved her, she was going to bolt because things got tough. He felt his body shutting down, lungs constricting, heart slowing, to insulate him from the pain Erin was about to inflict by ripping his heart out.

Erin laced her fingers through Jay’s. The feel of her skin against his almost painful in anticipation of her next words.

“But I’ve tried running before and well, we both know how well that turned out for me. And I can’t, I can’t walk away from this,” she said raising their joined hands. Jay felt his lungs expand slightly. What was she saying? Did he hear her right? Was she going to face this head on this time? Was he finally a real priority even when she tripped into a pot hole?

“I can’t walk away from us.” Erin smiled sadly up at him. “So if you really think you can do this,” her voice broke, tears falling again. The tears got him. Nothing gutted him like seeing her cry.

“Erin,” Jay whispered, again pulling her close on instinct. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He reassured her.

Her body shook gently against his and he stroked his hand up her back. He was exhausted, having run an emotional marathon today, but if she truly meant what she just said he’d do it again for as many days as it took to get her past this.

He waited quietly while she composed herself, knowing drawing attention to her display of emotion would only embarrass her.

“There is something I could use your help with,” Erin hedged once she’d calmed.

“Of course,” did she really think there was anything he wouldn’t do for her?

“I need to cut her out of my life. Once and for all. I just..” Erin trailed off.

Jay fought the urge to jump up and whoop like he’d just won the lottery. He was sure helping Erin rid herself of Bunny was going to be the most satisfying thing he’d ever done. He tamped down his relief and smiled at Erin sombrely.

“Hey,” he said, tipping her chin up with one hand and threading the fingers of his other hand back through hers, “we got this.”

anonymous asked:

how would nct hyung line apologize after cheating on you? thanks!!

i’m so sorry it took me so long to get to your request, love! thank you so much for requesting!

Taeyong, oh my god. He would be so emotional, y’all already know how he is. He’d be crying, literally sobbing and probably begging you to forgive him. At worst, he’d be hugging your waist on his knees begging you to not leave him and telling you he’ll do better. this is making me sad let me stop

Ten would be so sad and disappointed in himself, he’d be really sincere in his apology. Ten is rarely ever dead serious with you so when he takes your hands and is looking you in your eyes and apologizing, it’s really real.

Jaehyun would probably go all out, like. He’d try to make it up by fixing you a really nice dinner and/or taking you out somewhere, spending some money on you, giving you a massage. Hell, he’d do anything just to convey the message that he’s sorry.

Doyoung, oh my god. This poor bunny. First things first, I don’t think he’d cheat to begin with but lets say that he would. Kind of like Taeyong, he’d be crying too, but instead of sobbing and begging, he’d have more of the quiet sobs? Like he’d be crying really quietly and he probably wouldn’t even be able to speak, his voice would keep getting caught in his throat everytime he tried to apologize but he’d eventually just wrap his arms around you and cry into your shoulder. “Please, please don’t go. I’m so sorry” these are so sad why did u ask me,,,

Johnny, he probably couldn’t live with himself with the thought of cheating on you. Like as soon as he got home he’d tell you and immediately start apologizing and telling you how much he loves you and how the person he cheated with meant nothing to him and how badly he doesn’t want to lose what you two have. I don’t think he’d cry but he would be the most serious he’s ever been.

Taeil, he would probably sing you a song. Knowing that you loved his voice, he’d sing an apology song while holding your hand and looking you in your eyes. Some tears would fall and he would beg you for your forgiveness and swear it would never happen again.

Hansol, I don’t know. He’s mysterious. I don’t really see him as the type to be as emotional as the others are when apologizing but at the same time, he isn’t an entitled jerk. He isn’t just gonna be like, “I did what I did for a reason”. I feel like his apology would be really small and very personable. He’d talk to you in a very serious voice and admit his wrongs in a very mature way before asking for your forgiveness.

** EDIT ** b/c i forgot yuta,,,,

Yuta, kind of similar to Hansol, his apology would be extremely sincere. You guys know he has very intense eyes so he’d be looking you in your eyes the whole time as his apologizing, and there’s a chance he may break down into tears if you hesitate, you know? Say, if you say something like “I don’t know, Yuta, how do I know you won’t do it again?” and the simple thought of you leaving him could cause him to start crying.

Originally posted by chokemewinwin

becausesin  asked:

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I hate,

Hate is a pretty strong word but you’re one of the closest people to deserving this title that I can think of. I really don’t appreciate your “version” of friendship or the way you treat our mutual. You take advantage of her sweet and forgiving nature and prey on the fact that she will bend over backwards to avoid conflict to twist things into blame and guilt.

Really, you’re an adult woman now with a family; grow up a little and stop being such a slime. What are you teaching your daughter? She’s watch you, you know. Watching and learning how you make friendships work. Is this what you want her to learn?

My only consolation is we rarely cross paths, and really, that seems to suit both of us since you dislike me just as much as I do you.

Sincerely, that person you glare at and ignore

Dear __________,

Don’t get me wrong, ships like Jefferscott disgust me (especially as an abuse/rape victim) because Jefferson is shown in the game to be completely irredeemable. Anyone who has played Life Is Strange knows exactly what I’m talking about. But I keep seeing a lot of posts making Caulscott shippers out to be “disgusting” and “reprehensible”. And I get it, if the ship isn’t your slice of cake because you don’t like heterosexual ships, you do you. You are totally entitled to that! I mean hell, at one point, I totally would have agreed with you up until a year or so ago. But that doesn’t mean you generalize and paint shippers a particular way because that’s what you associate the pairing with.

Caulscott is one of those ships where I completely see the lack of appeal to it, ESPECIALLY in comparison to Pricefield - one of the best canon ships I’ve seen in a while in any games, tv show, movie, etc. Nathan drugged and was responsible for the death of victims in the game. And even I can admit there’s no plausible way I’d ship he and Max together during the main timeline (unless of course, it was an AU type thing).

But shippers of this particular pairing (FROM WHAT I’VE SEEN) are good at keeping reality in tact here. Any well-written fanfiction you read of these two are a slow burn. Max is almost always livid and distrustful of Nathan, wants nothing to do with him, and struggles to forgive him for his crimes until she comes to terms with his mental illnesses and how they were manipulated to benefit a sick, perverted man. 

Caulscott shippers acknowledge the possibility that the two could be friends or something more through forgiveness and recovery and taking steps to make things right. I can never allow my rapist back into my life, but I have forgiven him because it put me at peace. And once I forgave my abuser, I made sure he got the help he needed to make himself better, to help him right his wrongs. He’s now one of the kindest, most sincere, and honest human beings I know who suffers terrible regret over the things he’s done and lives with it every day. 

That’s the kind of hope I see for Nathan whenever I delve into the Caulscott fandom. Very rarely have I seen someone say “he committed a crime, but he’s hot though right???”. Again, through my experience, people see the possible chemistry the two could have in the aftermath of the game and a little during once Max realizes how Nathan was manipulated and used. At the very least, Nathan is a character I’d consider redeemable. The ship has so much fucking potential.

And the thing is, if you don’t get that or choose not to understand those aspects of the ship, fine, don’t. But don’t go into the tags insulting the ship and those who support it with gross generalizations. In a lot of cases, especially the LIS fandom, the good shipper far outweight the problematic ones.

justsomespacedoutkid  asked:

Pansy, tulip, primrose!

Pansy: What makes you happy?

- I guess some of my happiest moments are when someone enjoys something I’ve created. Whether it’s compliments on my writing, kind words after a choral concert I was in, or even when people enjoy the food I make on the rare occasions I do cook, if I think it’s sincere, I’m ecstatic

Tulip: What’s your favorite breakfast food?

- Pancakes, I suppose? My parents occasionally make really amazing ones, and when they add chocolate chips, I’m dead from how amazing the whole thing tastes.

Primrose: What fictional character can you relate to most?

- The first thing I thought of when I saw this question was my most recent theater rehearsal, where, while waiting for our director to finish talking to someone, we decided which actor was most like which Backyardigan.
I was Austin; I’m the least active, quiet with people I don’t know but pretty open with people I’m comfortable with. Never invite my friends inside for snacks.

Thank you for all the questions! I appreciate it ^^

idk how to add cuts since i rarely use this site. since i’m going through a wranduin thing right now, a couple things i have been thinking about:

- assuming he’s not evil (duh) wrathion will hopefully transition from “my dear prince” to “my dear king”

- speaking of which i hope he is sincerely saddened by anduin’s loss and expresses it respectfully and quietly

- wrathion getting that adult dragon form and helping defeat the legion might mean he also begins calling himself a king instead of a prince. which is cute because that makes them both “kings” around the same time whoo boy

- making wrathion evil would not serve the plot because black dragons are already assumed bad and it would serve the story So Much if he became an unexpected hero and allied with the most unexpected person (the man whose father was fucked up by a black dragon, almost having both of them killed), proving the black flight worth something again and starting the path of redemption for the dragons of earth

but it also makes absolute sense for anduin, the man who’s actually known for seeing the good in people and giving them a chance beyond most peoples’ initial mistrust and blind bigotries, to befriend wrathion

and wrathion. who will experience racism and hatred from everyone he meets for the rest of his life (due to deathwing, onyxia, and his entire flight going literally mad and permanently fucking up azeroth), even other flights of his own race, to admire the only person in his life who is smart enough, empathetic, and kind enough to give him the benefit of the doubt

the two have just. this opportunity to form the greatest and most entertaining, adorable chemistry in warcraft rn. i can’t get over how their personalities would bounce off eachother and be so. touching. and also how AWESOME a coordinated battle with them as a team would be

- anduin having the coolest flying mount

- that is also his best friend, and also his boyfriend

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kurokawahitaki  asked:

Gaby, i have a question. It says 'letter' but does it have to be a traditional letter? What about email?

Hi! What’s the difference between letter and email, really? I write my emails just like I write letters, beginning with “Dear…” and ending with “Sincerely…”. This is, of course, not applicable when I email my peers (rarely happens—who emails their friends?).

I did not say that you have to follow the format of the example I provided, I was talking about the contents (like talking about your day and what’s happening in your life).

First of all and most importantly, I think “Letters to You” is more romantic compared to “Emails to You”. That just… takes all the feeling in it away. Sounds like a company thing. Second of all, I’m afraid saying “email” would actually lead people to use short-hand text (lol, thx, k, imo, ily) and I feel that as a part of a piece of writing, it’s very inappropriate.

And it’s not like you’re going to be physically receiving a letter too, so I don’t see any problem.

Kissing with iKON would be like:

Hello everyone! I’d just like to say that I am sincerely sorry of the inactivity on my part, school has been very stressful alongside a lot of other things. I hope I can post more in the near future, I’ll try my best. But with that said, here is a reaction that I kind of forgot about, so I finished it up and now it’s here for your enjoyment. I hope you like it.

Hanbin’s lips do wonders. When they brush over yours, you often question what the hell he does to make them so soft and pleasing. His kisses would rarely be pecks, taking the opportunity to meet his lips with yours is not something he would take for granted. He likes everything nice and in a slow motion. When it comes to roughness, it would get quite messy, but he’d still cherish those lips of yours. With him, expect to be swollen and swept off your feet.

Jiwon is a tongue kind of guy. French kissing to the max with him. He loves the feeling of having his hands wrap around you as he explores every part of your mouth. The only point you two would pull away, is for the lack of oxygen. If that wasn’t an issue, you’d keep going for hours. His lips would taste like mint, always fresh. Kissing him would be a pleasure, for both of you.

Jinhwan, referring to it as kissing is an under statement. For him, it’s all about the moment leading up to it. The anticipation, making you crave him before giving it to you. He’d pull you close, his eyes moving from yours down to your lips, getting closer as your lips are millimeters away from meeting. He’d bite down on your bottom lip, making you more eager with time. When you’d finally kiss, guaranteed fireworks. His tongue would be exploring your mouth, nothing but satisfaction on your side.

Junhoe is all about biting. Teasing, to be more exact. He always find one way or another to make the most innocent of kisses to lead to hot, rough, messy sex, without having to ask for it. You’d start with a peck, but his hands would be resting on his hips, he’d bite down on your bottom lip, his fingertips digging down on your hipbone, forcing the moan against his lips. As you’d start to heat up, you’d feel his bulge on your thigh, and it really isn’t long before you’re in the bedroom.

Yunhyeong’s lipbalm obsession has it’s perks. When he takes the time to do the act of kissing, his motions would be out of this world. The way he moves his plump, soft lips just right, shocks you everytime. Makeout sessions wouldn’t be rare, far from it to be more accurate. And those he asures are the best. His lips would be pressed against yours, his hand would be tugged in your hair, gripping a hold of your face. His tongue would brush against your bottom lip, sending the shivers down your spine, and the rest really depends on the mood.

Donghyuk has one specific ability: He can make everything sweet. And he does when it comes to cherishing the lips of yours. You two could be joking around, laughter filling up the room. As soon as he’d eye you the moment would be entirely different. Heat and affection could be detected in his eyes, his finger would travel to your chin, pulling your head up for direct access. He’d be slow, very slow. The sweetness of his lips would be overwhelming, as he’d work his charms to the fullest.

Chanwoo’s shyness is no surprise. The reasoning would be his lack of experience. But one thing is for sure, he never declines. He likes loves kissing you, and would always appreciate a chance to brush up on his skills. He would just put a lot of consideration in if you were willing, just trying his best to be a great partner. But when the moment was right, your eyes would daze over eachother, your lips meeting in a sweet, tender kiss that would leave him smiling like in idiot of the rest of the day.

soul of the sea, soil of the earth

They think her innocent – sweet and entirely too impressionable, but the truth of the matter is that Merrill lets them. It doesn’t make much of a different one way or another, and it is not so far from the truth that she is being deceitful. She’s still Varric’s daisy, and she’ll never quite get used to all the intricacies of human figures of speech (especially the dirty ones), but she has long years on her back as everyone else.

They mean no harm of course, and Merrill does not mind, not really. It’s good, even, having some things that are hers to know and hers alone. With her wide bird’s eyes, no one considers that there are as many dark, sensual things in her thoughts as in anyone else’s.

And no one thinks twice when her gaze wanders – lingers on the swell of wide hips, and those long, long seafarer’s legs that go on forever. 

Isabela notices of course, for her eyes are quick and clever, catching thieves of stolen glances, and Merrill is never quick enough to look away. But the pirate only smiles, that cat’s wicked grin, and when she walks away Merrill thinks she exaggerates the sway of her hips just a little. 

But it’s a slow dance, this one that they’re doing, of lingering looks across rooms and tables, a hand on her shoulder in passing, and a shadow at her back in battle, her blind spot covered and the gleam of half-moon daggers in her peripheral. 

She doesn’t need to pretend at being flustered, for she very often is, the tips of her ears burning and her cheeks rosy beneath her vallaslin. But some things…some things she pretends, with a growing ease that Varric would either be proud or entirely disappointed is due his own expertise in the art. And so when Isabela pushes a glass towards her and asks her if she thinks she can handle it, Merrill finds a sheepish grin, and curls pale fingers around the glass with an uncertainty that is entirely feigned. A smudge of blood sits by her thumb, but the pirate only offers it a glance. She has blood on her hands, too.

She tries a sip, and then downs the glass – fakes a grimace, and receives a pleased smile for her efforts. She doesn’t tell her she’s known stronger; that the Hanged Man’s finest tastes like puddle-water compared to what is served around the campfire amongst her clan. Because this particular smile of Isabela’s is a rare treasure, and no one’s smiled at Merrill like that in a long time. And so she pretends at being the pretty, shiny jewel – new to the world and its ways, like a fine sloop on its maiden voyage. There is no room for green and growing things in Kirkwall, or in the heart of the woman with saltwater in her soul. So Merrill tries to be the thing that grows – that flourishes even in dark corners, roots burrowing deep in the hard soil, to make their home between cracks in the stone. And this is her home, and these people at its heart, they are hers, too. She thinks she might well live her life here, though there are dark things aloft – she can see it in Hawke’s furrowed brow, the hard press of her mouth. 

And so she thinks of the sea; wonders if she’d like it, the vast openness, nothing but water and the horizon in the distance. So much blue, and no green, not even of her own make. Could she manage?

A glance at the woman across the table, the blue of her kerchief and the heavy links of her gold choker, the sea and the setting sun, and Merrill thinks she could.

“Can you grow plants on boats?”

Isabela looks at her, eyes like copper coins in the torchlight. And in that moment it doesn’t matter that things aren’t looking good – that she might have to uproot the life she’s made for herself between these stone walls and gallows.

“I bet you could, kitten,” she says then, that rare smile tugging at the corners of her full mouth as she looks into the crashing amber waves at the bottom of her glass with the wistfulness of an old lover. And Merrill’s heart leaps, a jubilant dance in her chest. She does not feign the sincerity of her reaction, and Isabela laughs – that throaty laugh that comes from deep in her chest. 

“I bet you could.”

The reality is, you could be amazing, genuine, and sincere, but still be overlooked. But honestly, people don’t want something real anymore, they just want reasons to complain and excuses to avoid. Having a good thing is so hard because meeting a strong person is so rare. So I’ve learned to respect when people run from me, I realize my kind of love ain’t for everybody. I’m at peace with that
—  Rob Hill, Sr
I'm sorry.

Guys I’m so sorry I haven’t been updating anything.. I’ve been really busy with school and other things. Plus I need to take my time on when it rains because a lot of people love it and I don’t want to mess it up. I sincerely apologize for making all of you wait. I hate that I rarely get to post anything for you guys. Just know that I’m not giving up on you guys and I will post soon. I love you all.