this is so plain and ordinary

Romance Manga

Here are some fabulous shojo romance choices to keep you warm and cuddly! Enjoy! (No particular order)

Haru No Ride

Reason to read: The struggles the characters face are real. Futaba struggles with her identity, and Kou with his family and self-worth. We get to see these two characters fall in love and get many satisfying romantic moments! 


Wolf Girl and Black Prince 

Reason to read: At first, I wasn’t a fan of this one, but I am glad I gave it a second chance because this manga is freaking fantastic. The dynamic between the two has a rocky start but romance and reciprocated feelings soon ensure. Another great thing is that this manga actually mentions (and may in the future show) sex, unlike many shojo that tend to pretend that it does not exist. 


Ouran High School Host Club 

Reason to read: If you haven’t seen the fabulous anime, then go watch it and come back and read it. Your welcome. If you have seen it, then we all know what that final scene was missing. Do not fret! For this manga continues the antics and the romance! Everything from the characters to the plot are perfect in this manga and I can say with complete confidence that this manga has the most satisfying, heart-warming ending of any manga I have ever read. 


Nodame Cantabile 

Reason to read: I do not play an instrument and have never listened to classical music, but this manga gave me a profound appreciation for that world. Nodame is by far the most unique and interesting heroine I have come across in manga, and her relationship with Chiaki is great because the love takes a while to blossom, but that makes it a lot sweeter. There is a 3 season long anime series that I watched and enjoyed and I actually do believe that watching it might be a better option because this show does involve music, but the manga has a lot of spicy details that are fun to come back to after watching! 


Hibi Chouchou 

Reason to read: This manga is not everyone’s cup of tea, but those who like it LOVE it! The reason this manga polarizes people is because both protagonists are extremely quiet and shy, so we get a lot of glimpses into their thoughts and wishes, but not a lot of actual dialogue. The reason everyone should give it a try is because it really is an accurate depiction of the struggles of shy love and is really well drawn and cute.  


Kamisama Hajimemashita 

Reason to read: Nanami proves that a cute face and dainty demeanor does not define her level of strength. Tomoe and her relationship grow so naturally and the special circumstances they are in makes the reader really want to root for them. 


Horimiya 

Reason to read: Hori and Miyamura show each other sides of themselves that no one knows and they become essential parts of each others lives. They are so freaking cute together!


Your Lie in April 

Reason to read: First of all, I REALLY recommend watching the anime first. Our protagonists are musicians so if you actually want to hear their music, the anime is the best option. I would recommend reading the manga after watching the anime if you want to relive the pain good feelings. The strange thing about this show/manga is that technically, it is categorized as a “shonen” which automatically makes me think of lots of boobs and butts, but this show is an innocent and lovely choice for any reader! WARNING: sadness inside. 


Kaichou wa Maid Sama! 

Reason to read: Misaki is one of the most kick-ass girl characters. She juggles being the student council president with great grades and a job at a maid cafe all while her home life crumbles. Usui and Misaki are one of my favorite manga couples because they truly deserve each other! 


Akagami no Shirayukihime 

Reason to read: Shirayuki may look like a weakling, but she is actually mentally strong and incredibly brave. I have not read too much of this manga yet, but so far I like what I see, and since I always spoil stuff for myself, I know for a fact that love is around the river bend! 


Cherry Boy, That Girl 

Reason to Read: First of all, this is a Korean manhwa, not a manga, so you read it left to right. This freaking work of art…I love this manhwa. It has it all, twists, turns, love, deceit, tricks, and treats galore, all wrapped up in fully colored chapters!


Last Game

Reason to read: OMGGGGG. It all started when Kujou knocked Yanagi off of his high-horse by beating him in almost everything: school, sports, and the like. Yanagai was one of those boys who has talent, but mostly gets what he wants because he is rich. Then Kujou comes out of nowhere and with her ordinary, plain-jane looks steals his pride without really trying at all. From that moment, Yanagi has followed Kujou to high school and now college to try to win the Last Game. Yanagi is the true gem of this manga because unlike in many shojo romances, it is actually told from the boy’s perspective and the boy falls in love first. 


Special A

Reason to read: This is literally the epitome of the classic “competition –> love” scenario…and I love it. The charm of this manga is all of the different love stories that blossom between all of the other characters. There is a good anime for this show, but the manga is a tad better.    

Queen || Draco Malfoy x Reader

{summary: sometimes, you fall in love with the person you least expect to be with.}

I’ve been working on the peter parker request for days now, yet still can’t find the muse to finish it and post it. So here, have this draco malfoy story instead.

this isn’t my best work like at all. I just wanted to do something to challenge myself because it’s been a rough day for me, and I find that writing always helps with making me happier.

warnings: language, and draco is going to be an annoying cunt for the first few parts of this story before turning sweet with age. draco malfoy (from what I remember with the books) is spoiled and likes to believe that the whole world is meant to be handed to him on a silver platter.

Love won’t come so easily between him and the reader, and if the subject of bullying triggers you, then please, do not read this story.

also, if you hate the enemies to lovers trope, this is definitely not the story for you.

ps house of gold is a MASTERPIECE.

word count: 4,100+

**dont repost/plagiarize this story**

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Mine

Reader x Stiles Stilinski

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You are in love with Stiles, but thinks you don’t stand a chance, since he only sees you as Scott’s sister and a friend. Plus, you think he is love with Lydia. Then, one day, you get seriously injured. When you later wake up at the hospial, Stiles surprises you by confessing his feelings.

Warnings: sinful fluff with this smol bean named stiles, slight swearing, but eh… haha

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Oh look a wild AU appears! This is something I’ve been playing around with for ages, so I kinda have more stuff for it than I originally planned /cri. At first it would be just a very plain, ordinary witch au but then I thought: well kwamis are already a huge extrapolation of the thing and I wanted them in, so why not go full crazy? 

So I did.

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anonymous asked:

I know this might be an odd request, (maybe out of the ordinary) but I absolutely adore your way in writing style and was wondering, could you possibly write anything about plain brown eyes that could make me love them? Because I'm finding it so hard to.

You have eyes the colour of the trees, as grounded and strong as  forests that spread old and wise and long before us. I meet them and instantly feel at peace. You are beyond me. 

You have eyes the colour of my favourite coffee. Rich and warm - I look at you, and we are home again, cuddled together in the early morning with steam coaxing us awake. Eyes like dark chocolate: heaven on earth. 

You have eyes like the autumn. Sometimes, I think they might be brown, other times there are flecks of green, or a sprinkling of gold in the sunlight. I could spend a lifetime looking at you and never quite figure it out. 

You have eyes like the earth; everything starts there. 

anonymous asked:

What are your favorite NaLu fics you're reading or have read before?

It’s rec time *throws glitter*

Finding Firelight by @canasexual

Lucy Heartfilia has a lot of reasons for attending summer camp, but getting spooked by campfire stories and falling in love with her best friend isn’t one of them. (Nalu, modern summer camp au). | Rated T

What Hides in Plain Sight by @not-just-any-fangirl

Natsu Dragneel is just an ordinary 21 year old trying to get by on his craft’s business, keep his landlady off his ass, and grow his friendship with his new weird neighbor Lucy. Without revealing that he’s a witch. Or his cat can fly and talk. So maybe Natsu isn’t that normal. And Lucy is starting to figure that out. (Nalu, modern Wiccan AU). | Rated M*

One-Ply Promises by @papalogia

Of all of the stupid shit Lucy has done while drunk, entering a contract with a demon probably takes the cake. The icing on said cake, however, is the fact that neither of the two know what the terms of the contract are. Until they figure it out, Lucy is stuck living with a demon who doesn’t really understand the concept of keeping a low profile. (Nalu, modern college/accidental demon summoning AU). | Rated T

Ignite by @absent-angel

Puberty hits late, and it hits hard. Natsu quickly learns that not even he can extinguish a fire when there is fuel to feed the flames. (Nalu, canonverse) | Rated M 

The Key That Binds Us by @wordsofawitheringwriter

Earth Land is dying. The Erlking are rising. At the height of the war, an unconscious and dying Natsu is unknowingly thrust into a celestial portal by his friends in a last-ditch effort to save him. It’ll take an old lighter and the remains of a rusted key to get him home, but with his travel cost him his memories. How does one get home when they don’t know they’re missing? (Nalu, AU? I believe? Similar to canonverse). | Rated T*

Natsu, the Friendly Demon by @akela-nakamura

What started as a friendly Demon leaving her helpful messages on her mirror explodes in her face-literally-when she invokes his name. Now she’s faced with startling revelations at every turn, unruly Mythics, and magick. Just as she’s figuring out her new life, a war ignites with one of Fairy Tail’s oldest enemies, and things go from weird to dangerous in a heartbeat. (Nalu, Demon AU). | Rated T  

Of Myths and Monsters by @storybooksandfairytails

Life is hard when you’re a succubus that’s literally dying of starvation because you’re too afraid to put the moves on your half-dragon best friend. Tossing in a descendant of Jack Frost, an overemotional siren, and several other mythological creatures only makes life ever more difficult. (Nalu, Paranormal AU). | Rated M  

A Hundred Kisses by Silva Bramley

After finding out that Lucy is dying, Natsu hastily promises her that he won’t let her go. Not before he’s even had the chance to give her a hundred kisses. Follow Natsu (afraid of losing Lucy) and Lucy (afraid of hurting Natsu) and a few others as they embark on a hopeful journey for a cure and deal with difficult feelings along the way. A story told in kisses. (Nalu, canonverse). | Rated T

Exceedingly Adorable by Sweet Little Demon

A magical mishap happens in the middle of a battle, leaving Lucy fluffier and more adorable than ever. Humor, Fluff, adorableness, cuddliness, master planning and envy guaranteed. (Nalu, canonverse). | Rated K+


*Have not officially read yet, but know they’ll be fantastic because I trust the writers with my life.

Everything Johnny Cade says in the book.

“Leave her alone, Dally.”

“You sure didn’t show it. Nobody talks to Dally like that.”

“Sixteen.”

“How come y’all ain’t scared of us like you were Dally?”

“Dally’s okay. He’s tough, but he’s a cool old guy.”

“Hey, Two-Bit.”

“Aw, cut it out! Dally was bothering them and when he left they wanted us to sit with them to protect them. Against wisecracking greasers like you, probably.”

“Soda?”

“There was a whole bunch of them. A blue Mustang full…I got so scared..”

“Your boyfriends?”

“Gee, I thought you and Darry and Soda got along real well…”

“It’s the truth. I don’t care.”

“It’s because we’re greasers. We could have hurt her reputation.”

“Man, that was a tuff car. Mustangs are tuff.”

“I can’t take much more. I’ll kill myself or something.”

“Well, I won’t. But I gotta do something. It seems like there’s gotta be someplace without greasers or Socs, with just people. Plain, ordinary people.”

“Ponyboy. Hey, Pony, wake up.”

“I don’t know. I went to sleep, too, listening to you rattle on and on. You’d better get home I think I’ll stay all night out here.

“Okay.”

“Easy, Ponyboy. We’ll be okay.”

“Well, don’t be. You’re scarin’ me. What happened? I never seen you bawl like that.”

“I think I like it better when the old man’s hittin’ me. At least then I know he knows who I am. I walk in that house, and nobody says anything. I walk out, and nobody says anything. I stay away all night, and nobody notices. At least you got Soda. I ain’t got nobody.”

“It ain’t the same as having your own folks care about you. It just ain’t the same.”

“Okay. Okay.”

“Ain’t you about to freeze to death, Pony?”

“I don’t know. But I bet they’re looking for us. We picked up their girls.”

“It’s too late now. Here they come.”

“You’re outa your territory. You’d better watch it.”

“I killed him. I killed that boy.”

“Go ahead. I won’t look at you.”

“Yeah. I had to. They were drowning you, Pony. They might have killed you. And they had a blade…they were gonna be me up…”

“Yeah. Like they did before.”

“They ran when I stabbed him. They all ran.”

“Calm down, Ponyboy. Get ahold of yourself.”

“We gotta get outa here. Get somewhere. Run away. The police’ll be here soon. We’ll need money. And maybe a gun. And a plan.”

“Dally. Dally’ll get us outa here.”

“I think at Buck Merril’s place. There’s a party over there tonight. Dally said somethin’ about it this afternoon.”

“Dally! We gotta see Dally.”

“We figured you could get us out if anyone could. I’m sorry we got you away from the party.”

“Wish I had me a weed.”

“Sure, Dally, thanks.”

“Now.”

“The first stop’ll be Windrixville. I don’t see why he gave me this. I couldn’t shoot anybody.”

“Blast it, Ponyboy. You must have put my legs to sleep. I can’t even stand up. I barely got off that train.”

“That’s okay. I didn’t want to wake you up until I had to.”

“Go ask someone. The story won’t be in the paper yet. Make like a farm boy taking a walk or something.”

“I’ll have to stay here. You go down the road and ask the first person you see where Jay Mountain is. Then come back. And for Pete’s sake, run a comb through your hair and quit slouching down like a thug.”

“You know, you look an awful lot like Sodapop, the way you’ve got your hair and everything. I mean, except your eyes are green.”

“Shoot, you are too.”

“I swear, Ponyboy, you’re gettin’ to act more like Two-Bit every day.”

“Come on inside. Dally told us to stay inside.”

“A week’s supply of baloney, two loaves of bread, a box of matches…”

“I remembered you sayin’ something about it once. And me and you went to see that movie, ‘member? I thought you could maybe read it out loud and help kill time or something.”

“We’re gonna cut our hair, and you’re gonna bleach yours. They’ll have our descriptions in the paper. We can’t fit ‘em.”

“We’d have to anyway if we got caught. You know the first thing a judge does is make you get a haircut.”

“I don’t know either—it’s just a way of trying to break us. They can’t really do anything to guys like Curly Shepard or Tim; they’ve had about everything done to them. And they can’t take anything away from them because they don’t have anything in the first place. So they cut their hair.”

“Oh, come on, Ponyboy. It’ll grow back.”

“No. We gotta bleach it first.”

“Cut the front and thin out the rest. I’ll comb it back after I wash it.”

“Go ahead and cut it.”

“I guess—I guess we’re disguised.”

“Oh, shoot. It’s just hair.”

“Well, we got to get used to it. We’re in big trouble and it’s our looks or us.”

“I’m sorry I cut off your hair, Ponyboy.”

“I know. Things have been happening so fast…”

“Two-Bit shoulda been in that little one-horse store. Man, we’re in the middle of nowhere; the nearest house is two miles away. Things were layin’ out wide open, just waitin’ for somebody slick like Two-Bit to come and pick ‘em up. He coulda walked out with half the store. Good ol’ Two-Bit.”

“Stop it! Shut up about last night! I killed a kid last night. He couldn’t of been over seventeen or eighteen, and I killed him. How’d you like to live with that?”

“I didn’t mean to, but they was drownin’ you, and I was so scared…There sure is a lot of blood in people.”

“This is my fault for bringin’ a thirteen-year-old kid along. You ought to go home. You can’t get into any trouble. You didn’t kill him.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, Ponyboy. Don’t cry, Pony, we’ll be okay. Don’t cry…”

“Yeah.”

“Nope. We’re all cried out now. We’re gettin’ used to the idea. We’re gonna be okay now.”

“I bet they were cool ol’ guys. They remind me of Dally.”

“Yeah…in the manners bit, and the charm, too, I guess. But one night I saw Dally gettin’ picked up by the fuzz, and he kept real cool and calm the whole time. They was gettin’ him for breakin’ out the windows in the school building, and it was Two-Bit who did that. And Dally knew it. But he just took the sentence without battin’ an eye or even denyin’ it. That’s gallant.”

“Golly. That sure is pretty.”

“The mist was what was pretty. All gold and silver.”

“Too bad it couldn’t stay like that all the time.”

“What?”

“Where’d you learn that? That was what I meant.”

“You know, I never noticed colors and clouds and stuff until you kept reminding me about them. It seems like they were never there before. Your family sure is funny.”

“I didn’t mean nothing. I meant, well, Soda kinda looks like your mother did, but he acts just exactly like your father. And Darry is the spittin’ image of your father, but he ain’t wild and laughing all the time like he was. He acts like your mother. And you don’t act like either one.”

“Yeah. I guess we’re different.”

“You’re starved?”

“Yeah. Whatever gave you the idea we ain’t?”

“You sure can cuss good, Dally.”

“You’d better believe it.”

“Gee, it sure will be good to get into a car again.”

“A spy? Who?”

“Cherry? The Soc?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re goin’ back and turn ourselves in.”

“I said we’re goin’ back and turn ourselves in.”

“I got a good chance of bein’ let off easy. I ain’t got no record with the fuzz and it was self-defense. Ponyboy and Cherry can testify to that. And I don’t aim to stay in that church all my life.”

“We won’t tell that you helped us, Dally, and we’ll give you back the gun and what’s left of the money and say we hitchhiked back so you won’t get into trouble. Okay?”

“I’m sure. It ain’t fair for Ponyboy to have to stay up in that church with Darry and Soda worryin’ about him all the time. I don’t guess…I don’t guess my parents are worried about me or anything?”

“My parents, did they ask about me?”

“I was scared. I still am. I guess we ruined our hair for nothing, Ponyboy.”

“Would you rather have me living in hide-outs for the rest of my life, always on the run?”

“Hey, Ponyboy.”

“The window stopped him.”

‘Naw…Too fat.”

“Where’s the kids?”

“Shut up! We’re goin’ to get you out!”

“Get out!”

“Hey, y’all.”

“Don’t…don’t let me put enough grease on my hair. “

“He came by.”

“Came to see Dally.”

“Tuff enough.”

“The book—can you get another one?”

“Yeah, it just hurts sometimes. It usually don’t…I can’t feel anything below the middle of my back…”

“I’m pretty bad off, ain’t I, Pony?”

“I won’t be able to walk again. Not even on crutches. Busted my back.”

“You want to know something, Ponyboy? I’m scared stiff. I used to talk about killing myself…I don’t want to die now. It ain’t long enough. Sixteen years ain’t long enough. I wouldn’t mind it so much if there wasn’t so much I ain’t done yet and so many things I ain’t seen. It’s not fair. You know what? That time we were in Windrixville was the only time I’ve been away from our neighborhood.”

“I don’t want to see her.”

“I said I don’t want to see her. She’s probably come to tell me about all the trouble I’m causing her and about how glad her and the old man’ll be when I’m dead. Well, tell her to leave me alone. For once—for once just to leave me alone.”

“Hey.”

“Useless…fighting’s no good…”

“Ponyboy.”

Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold.”

Plow Me

Because I’m self indulgent

In my defense, @secretschuylersister started it [And yes, it is based off of The Tag, her Legendary tag, id you could not tell by the title]

Pairing: Lin x reader (I think? I mean, it kind of turned out more Daveed x readerish. I was thinking that if people actually like this, I might do a second part and put more Lin in it… Unless y’all want it to be a Daveed fic? That works too.)

Warnings: probably OOCish characters (Taylor included? Not sure if she swears… Never mind yes she does) Sexual references, hardcore shipping, fangirl Daveed, some swearing (okay, lots of swearing) - that’s it, I think

Summary: The Hamilcast finds out about something that they maybe shouldn’t have

Note: Special thanks to @timeforhamilton who let me send this for her for advice and encouraged me to keep going, @secretschuylersister for answering my questions for “research” and @on-written-wings for her oh-so-helpful Industrial Revolution list! If you haven’t met any of them, check them out! They’re all hilarious, kind, wonderful, too great for this world awesome! :)

Masterlist


“You’re joking.”

“Do it.”

“No!”

“But why not?” Daveed pressed.

“Because it’s creepy!” Anthony defended. “Why would I look up Lin?”

“Trust me, the results are very amusing.”

“How exactly would you know that, Diggs?”

“I’ll give you three guesses… And ten dollars if you do it.”

Anthony sighed, folding under the promise of money for his troubles.

Daveed grinned, letting out a fist pump into the air.

“The things I do for you people…” Anthony breathed, even as he pulled his laptop closer to him, Google already getting up and running.

His fingers began to lazily drift over the keys, but after a few seconds, they stopped, a smirk curling on his face as his eyebrows lifted further.

“Oh, Diggs, you were right.”

“Why? What’d you find?” Daveed asked eagerly, moving so he could see the screen, eager for the scoop on something he might’ve missed.

Sitting there, all too innocently in the search bar, were the unfinished words Lin-Manue.

In the drop down list of frequent searches just below it, from the bottom up, it went lin-manuel miranda net worth, lin-manuel miranda drunk history, lin-manuel miranda moana, lin-manuel miranda, and, at the very top of the list, securing it’s spot as the most searched topic with his name on it, lin-manuel miranda plow me.

The two shared a mischievous look, devious grins slowly growing on their faces.

It took all of two seconds for them to silently agree, and immediately afterwards, Anthony had furiously clicked the first option, repeatedly doing so until the next page had loaded.

Scrolling down, he murmured, “So, Tumblr is the blue void from whence this came, eh? Let’s see if we can find out where this started…”

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A Condom (Seven Minutes In Heaven With Seventeen)

(A/N: I’m sorry it took me so long to get this one up. but I really think it was worth it. I feel like this part is really good. it draws on my nostalgia - the ones I used to read that I enjoyed so much. so I really hope that you all enjoy it. warning for some light groping but that’s about it, it’s really not R rated at all. enjoy !! -Tanisha<3)

The Introduction 

You were standing in the middle of the room – hovering, like a ghost. You were someone who wasn’t there. Paled out with shock, pitted with fear, stomach twisted into knots.

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I will never let you fall

a/n: This is my gift to my best friend @eroticgropefest​​. Hope you appreciate my first (and maybe only) attempt at a snowbaz fic just for you, bruh! o// I figured since I’m helping turn you into as much of an h/c hoe as myself, you’d enjoy reading some of that as well (also I’m all out of ideas SORRY I TRIED). Enjoy your 26th aging up <3 :P


Baz

Snow is infuriating. I’m certain I’m not the only one who sees it: the way he shrugs at most questions, considering it to be enough of an answer; how he gets flustered and fumbles around looking for his words; how he has absolutely no control over his own immense powers; the way he follows the Mage around, like some kind of stray dog on a very short leash, awaiting his commands.

The most powerful magician alive.

I look at him across the room, once again failing at a spell. Bunce looks at him, exasperated, saying something I don’t care to hear. I glare some more at Snow’s ineptitude, feeling a fire deep inside me, something that tells me to shake some sense into him. How stupidly vulnerable he is! The dangers he puts himself in by his complete lack of control. How easy he’ll be to break under my hands when we inevitably have to face each other.

I can imagine myself marching over to him, pushing him up against a wall. I’d hold on to his neck and look right into those eyes, Snow’s unremarkable eyes, so ordinary and plain looking. I’d stare right at him (and I might choke him a little.) (Not too much, just a little. Just enough). He’d growl at me and it would smell of smoke and get unbearably warm. He’d be so close and alive and warm, I might have a taste. Bite a chunk right out of his neck in front of everyone. (or I might just snog the fuck out of him. Either one).

I don’t do any of that. Instead, I shake my head and then glare at him across the room, while Bunce continues to tell the absolute idiot what to do. Soon he seems to feel my stare and looks up at me. At first he seems confused, but his slow brain finally catches up. and he glares right back, closing his fist more strongly around his wand.

Simon Snow never stops driving me fucking crazy.




There are definitely some things people don’t tell you about sharing a room with the chosen one.

One of them is how once he’s put something on his mind, he’ll never drop it. Crowley, Snow might have won an award for most stubborn person ever if it existed (I’m convinced they should create one just for him at this point). He’s incredibly persistent about his moronic ideas, like his obsession with keeping the windows open. No matter how many times I close them, he’ll open them back up. I suspect he’s doing it out of principle at this point, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging it.

There’s an infinite number of frustrating things about living with Snow (besides the irony of living with someone you’re supposed to kill, but instead stupidly caught feelings for) (I may be biased on that one though). From the pointless arguments to the loud nightmares he seems to have convinced himself I don’t know about (a good match to my own relentless night terrors). Or even the way he’s completely oblivious to every single redeeming quality I (debatably) possess. Or even the most cruel ones, like the way looks after he falls asleep, all soft angles and relaxed jaw. Or the unyielding sexual frustration of having him so close to the touch and so hopelessly unreachable.

Yet, no matter how bad those things are, they still feel like they’re almost worth the amount of private wanking I have to do in an attempt to get him off my mind (it never works) (why would it?) It still feels more than I deserve, to have him this close to me. It’s almost comforting (almost, when it isn’t absolutely infuriating).

The truly bad thing about sharing a room with the Chosen One that no one tells you about isn’t even the arguing and all the times he loses his patience and grabs me, manhandling me while I cooly remind him of the anathema. It isn’t even the fact that, while he does that, I just want to push him against the wall and kiss him hard.

The worst thing of all is when he just isn’t there. (and you don’t know where he is or what happened or if he’s safe.) (Why would you when he hates you?)

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In Your Dreams, Potter.

It first happens on a perfectly ordinary Tuesday night. Harry is completely unsuspecting and unprepared when he falls asleep. His dreams are usually rather plain bar the occasional war-related nightmare, however he’s been getting less and less of those. 

So, you can imagine Harry’s surprise when he has a very graphic – there’s only one way to put it although he tries to resist categorising it in that way – sex dream. Well not sex, per se, but sexual. And graphic, did he mention graphic? And surprisingly realistic. So much so that during he thought perhaps it might be real, but then, of course, that would be impossible.

But he’s getting ahead of himself. The dream. Yes, the dream. How to describe the dream? At first everything is dark and Harry isn’t paying too much attention, his sleeping mind drifting from one unconscious thought to the next, but then a small light catches Harry’s eye – or his mind’s eye he supposes as this is all happening in his head – so he walks towards it – or mind glides or whatever the equivalent is. Okay, you get it.  

Now, when he gets to the light, things become a little clearer. He’s not just in darkness anymore. He’s in a Hogwarts dorm. A Slytherin dorm he’s willing to bet from the dampness of the room, although that could just be what all dreams are like. He can’t remember any others right now. The beds are all empty in the dorm bar one, which is where the light is coming from – the source is a wand tip on a bedside counter, shining light onto the sleeping occupant of the bed.

Harry walks further towards the light, to the bed. He can’t help it. It is as if he’s being drawn in, beckoned, called to. Who is he to fight such a divine call? But this is where the trouble starts.

You see, the occupant is not sleeping. Not sleeping at all. Unless they have a sleep disorder that causes them to pant in their sleep. Or moan in their sleep. Or…er…make repetitive movements with their hand under their blankets.

And there’s one other thing as well. The occupant is Draco Malfoy. Yeah. Exactly.

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Dean Ambrose - I’m Here.

Dean Ambrose - Prompt #16: “Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now.”

- Warnings - Swearing, Angst, Fluff

Word Count - 1,477 words.

Requested by: @myfakelife121

A/N -  If you’d like to be tagged in any future fics feel free to message us :)

Originally posted by samucubed

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April 2nd had arrived and you had walked into the Camping World Stadium with a pep in your step eagerly anticipating the happiest day of your life. The day you’d been working for since you were 16; the very moment you can stand in the centre of that ring and hold that belt in the air knowing you are ultimately at the top of the mountain. The only thing that stood in your way… ‘The Queen’ and her unbroken pay-per-view streak. Simple you’d think; but she hadn’t maintained these wins for no reason- heck she’s a hard beat but all that it came down to was sole passion. Something you pride yourself on gaining over the long haul.

You were simply waiting nervously in the Gorilla area, the only form of comfort was your best friend, Dean Ambrose to confide in. Yeah… not like he was the best person for advice in the world. You two had been best friends for what seemed like a lifetime right from FCW to your current position today and it didn’t seem to be wavering; even if you’re on separate brands.

“C’mon kiddo, you’ll do fine. Just do what you do and you’ll come back with that title.” Dean was right in the middle of soothing you with the overall aim of stopping the nervous wreck you were evidently becoming at the present moment, when a company member practically took a hundred metre sprint towards you. The few words he muttered, well they instantly eradicated any remotely special feelings about the so-called ‘best day of your life’. “Creative team have changed their minds. Charlotte will retain tonight and you’re going to have to tap to the figure eight. Sorry.” Your mood almost visibly dropped. Guess there was nothing to fear at this point right? Maybe it was your intense stare, or the fist-clenched figure beside you but whatever it was… caused that runner to dart away before your words could even fight back.

“Y/N… I -” Dean tried to form a sentence to help the clear pain that was mentally inflicted on you; nothing would work though… nothing could. At least he tried but you just shook your head, hopping off the crate in a split second. A lone tear rolled down the side of your cheek, threatening to ruin the glam which was made special for the moment you would cherish for the rest of your life, however this was soon wiped as JoJo called your name and your entrance music hit. The time had finally come… the time to take a step into that newly meaningless ring…

15 minutes. Fifteen minutes was all it was but those mere few minutes were the longest you’d ever experienced… You had to let all you worked for just walk away, the long hours in the gym, the injuries, the heartwarming sensation felt when the crowds call your name… Was it really all worth it if this is how it ends. Those feelings didn’t leave you at any moment during the entirety of the match; weighing down on you every step you tried to take. Your mind just wasn’t in it solely focused on the outcome of this match which would not only devastate you, but what seemed to be the crowd as well.

We fought. I battled. But I couldn’t win.

The roars of the audience were muffled as a soul destroying big boot knocked you to your knees. And to your senses at that. You aimed to reverse, throwing punches left, right and centre- I mean the least you could do was put on a show. Then it happened; all in a split second. Blink and you would have missed it sort of thing. Charlotte threw your body backwards into a roll up pin, countering it at the last moment into her signature… it was time.

The bell rang, louder than normal it seemed but it was nothing compared to the mass of gasps and boos echoing the arena. The plain sight of Charlotte walking up the ramp, holding that belt high above her crown was enough to make you sick to your stomach. A lump almost immediately loomed in the back of your neck and a stream of tears threatened to spill out of your now blurry orbs.

You made you way back up the ramp, exiting through the curtain in an ever so slightly angered manner. Of course, your best friend was still there; eagerly waiting for you to just return and say everything would just be okay. It wasn’t though. It was easy to hide your emotions; to shield them behind a false attitude but in the face of others, that was borderline impossible. Warm tears began to flow in rapid streams, dropping to the floor as they rolled off your chin.

“Hey, hey stop” Dean began, rushing to your side to tug you closer towards his herculean build. Your sobs now became more rapid, soaking pools into his soft black t-shirt.

“I can’t do it anymore! All of this.” You whimpered, raking your fingers through your neatly curled hair. “I can’t seem to do anything right. Literally I’m on the verge of just leaving, they clearly don’t care for me. I’m put in meaningless matches week in and out and when I finally get my Wrestlemania moment they take it away from me. This isn’t even the first time; it happened before with my title shot against Nikki!”

Your temper grew, turning those tears of sadness into utter rage. “Look I know it seems like that but you know that’s not true. Don’t just give up all you worked for Y/N.” Dean reassured you, placing a tight grip on both of your shoulders. In a way he was right but being screwed over time and time again was never in the contract I signed up for.

“You know what? Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now, because I can’t find one.” You faced away from him, smacking the palm of your hand against the crate that you not long before perched on, cherishing the moment that you would look back on in a lifetime to come. “Ugh.”

Unexpectedly a tight grasp tightened around your wrist, pulling you away from your fit of anger. You were suddenly really close to Dean’s chest, enough so that his scent filled your nostrils and close enough for you to see the discomfort in his eyes. “I love you.” 

Who knew three words could make such an impact on a person. Dean was clearly holding onto some form of hope; his eyes were puffy and from where you were standing, you could almost hear his heart rapidly beating in his chest. “Er- I didn’t mean to say that- aloud.” He stammered, tripping on his the majority of the words he was trying so hard to contain.

A whirlwind of emotions all seemed to crash into you at once. “Dean. Dean please.” You pleaded seeing his plain aggravation as his figure twisted away from your smaller one. “Did… did you really mean that?”

“Of course I did! Y/N we’ve known each other for so fucking long and I dunno, I guess it’s always been there, you know? You and Me. Look I know I just threw this onto you and damn I really wish I hadn’t but it’s out there now.” His falters just turned into rambles and he began to search for an explanation for his out of the ordinary actions. That and your reaction… “And I’m really fine if you don’t feel the same y-”

You had to give in to your emotions and just let whatever was next to happen happen. The sudden heat of the moment all felt so right, so you did it. You kissed Dean Ambrose. You lips both locked in a heated connection and at this point, you never wanted to let go. “I love you too Ambrose. I swear I do.” You found energy for the words, muttering between every breath for air. The kiss continued, becoming more and more intense by the second, I mean it wasn’t hard to deny you didn’t find him attractive before- like just look at him. You bit his lip, letting out a fraction of a giggle as his lips traced to your neck, nipping at your skin. before you broke away and playfully slapped his chest. “I swear Ambrose, I am not waking up with a hickey… Wouldn’t mind waking up with you though.” You gave a final wink, prancing back to your dressing room to get ready for this long-winded day to finally come to an end.

Some would say this day was a disaster waiting to happen, would’ve about a half an hour ago. That all came to an end however when one man made a day of misery transform to a day certainly to remember.

A/N - More Dean love for everyone! I actually really loved writing this slightly angsty but fluffy as hell fic! Hope you all enjoyed reading!xo ~ Nikkii

Also just like to add that I am aware Charlotte’s streak has been broken by Bayley! Just to avoid any confusion as the imagine is if this never happened :).

Tag List - @m-a-t-91

My love, my life, my always.

REQUEST: Omg so I really really REALLY love your writing and I was wondering if by chance and when you have time, to maybe write a blurb or something about Harry not really liking PDA and Y/N is comfortable with that, but there are articles out saying how their relationship is about to be over and Y/N never usually pays attention and she finds herself a bit hurt by it, with maybe a little argument but lots of fluff at the end?? Thank you in advance if you do this! have a great day xxxxxx


I literally sat down & wrote this all in one sitting after receiving this prompt because it gave me all the feels. Hope you like it, beauty. Much love. xo


You and Harry had been dating for about six months now.

You had met completely by chance. You were spending the weekend in LA with one of your old friends and he happened to be there. All you did was walk up to him and ask for a picture—a picture turned into a conversation, a conversation turned into drinks, drinks turned into lunch the next day, and the two of you just…took off.

You never expected to fall in love with each other. Yeah, you were a fan and you loved him like any other, but you weren’t expecting him to love you back. You didn’t think that he would look at you, the high strung little human being that you were, and say “hey, I’m in love with this girl.” Not when he could choose basically anyone he wanted.

And then there were the things that you didn’t expect.

For example, as soon as you two became public at about four months, there was an absolute uproar.

You weren’t the slimmest of people. There was pudge on your belly and stretchmarks on your hips, there was absolutely no thigh gap in between your legs, and you were incredibly insecure about your arms. For the most part you felt beautiful and good about yourself, but as soon as you and Harry became public people began looking for things to tear apart.

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anonymous asked:

Kubo said yuuri is plain bc he has the usual japanese features-black hair brown eyes. But in no way is he not beautiful. Even at his worst hes still cute and at his best hes stunning. He has the most changes to his appearance -slicked back hair,no glasses, longer hair ect. Imo hes the most gorgeous along w/ leo and phicit. i think yurio and victor get extra attention bc of their european features especially in jnp fandom & merch art. Normal yuuri is very homely and eros/duetto yuuri is divine <3

Kubo never actually said he was ‘plain’. That’s kind of misconstruing her actual words. I know it’s become kind of a meme in fandom, and I’ve made fun of it too, but they said they gave him some ‘ordinary features’ (i.e. glasses, messy hair) to show the contrast between his off ice look and on ice look. 

I will say that Kubo’s original sketch for Yuuri, and I mean original, is less attractive than the final product. He’s still cute, but he’s not as much so. Obviously that changed along the way. He’s not the only one. Original Leo is super goofy looking and original Phichit’s not as cute either. 

Homely literally means unattractive in appearance so maybe you mean another word?? Either way, I think a lot of off ice Yuuris are just as beautiful as any on ice ones. I mean:

50 TRAITS OF A CULT LEADER

According to the book Dangerous Personalities, these fifty traits are typical of cult leaders:

  1. He has a grandiose idea of who he is and what he can achieve.
  2. Is preoccupied with fantasies of unlimited success, power, or brilliance.
  3. Demands blind unquestioned obedience.
  4. Requires excessive admiration from followers and outsiders.
  5. Has a sense of entitlement - expecting to be treated special at all times.
  6. Is exploitative of others by asking for their money or that of relatives putting others at financial risk.
  7. Is arrogant and haughty in his behavior or attitude.
  8. Has an exaggerated sense of power (entitlement) that allows him to bend rules and break laws.
  9. Takes sexual advantage of members of his sect or cult.
  10. Sex is a requirement with adults and sub adults as part of a ritual or rite.
  11. Is hypersensitive to how he is seen or perceived by others.
  12. Publicly devalues others as being inferior, incapable, or not worthy.
  13. Makes members confess their sins or faults publicly subjecting them to ridicule or humiliation while revealing exploitable weaknesses of the penitent.
  14. Has ignored the needs of others, including: biological, physical, emotional, and financial needs.
  15. Is frequently boastful of accomplishments.
  16. Needs to be the center of attention and does things to distract others to ensure that he or she is being noticed by arriving late, using exotic clothing, over-dramatic speech, or by making theatrical entrances.
  17. Has insisted in always having the best of anything (house, car, jewelry, clothes) even when others are relegated to lesser facilities, amenities, or clothing.
  18. Doesn’t seem to listen well to needs of others, communication is usually one-way in the form of dictates.
  19. Haughtiness, grandiosity, and the need to be controlling is part of his personality.
  20. Behaves as though people are objects to be used, manipulated or exploited for personal gain.
  21. When criticized he tends to lash out not just with anger but with rage.
  22. Anyone who criticizes or questions him is called an “enemy.”
  23. Refers to non-members or non-believers in him as “the enemy.”
  24. Acts imperious at times, not wishing to know what others think or desire.
  25. Believes himself to be omnipotent.
  26. Has “magical” answers or solutions to problems.
  27. Is superficially charming.
  28. Habitually puts down others as inferior and only he is superior.
  29. Has a certain coldness or aloofness about him that makes others worry about who this person really is and or whether they really know him.
  30. Is deeply offended when there are perceived signs of boredom, being ignored or of being slighted.
  31. Treats others with contempt and arrogance.
  32. Is constantly assessing for those who are a threat or those who revere him.
  33. The word “I” dominates his conversations. He is oblivious to how often he references himself.
  34. Hates to be embarrassed or fail publicly - when he does he acts out with rage.
  35. Doesn’t seem to feel guilty for anything he has done wrong nor does he apologize for his actions.
  36. Believes he possesses the answers and solutions to world problems.
  37. Believes himself to be a deity or a chosen representative of a deity.
  38. Rigid, unbending, or insensitive describes how this person thinks.
  39. Tries to control others in what they do, read, view, or think.
  40. Has isolated members of his sect from contact with family or outside world.
  41. Monitors and or restricts contact with family or outsiders.
  42. Works the least but demands the most.
  43. Has stated that he is “destined for greatness” or that he will be “martyred.”
  44. Seems to be highly dependent of tribute and adoration and will often fish for compliments.
  45. Uses enforcers or sycophants to insure compliance from members or believers.
  46. Sees self as “unstoppable” perhaps has even said so.
  47. Conceals background or family which would disclose how plain or ordinary he is.
  48. Doesn’t think there is anything wrong with himself – in fact sees himself as perfection or “blessed.”
  49. Has taken away the freedom to leave, to travel, to pursue life, and liberty of followers.
  50. Has isolated the group physically (moved to a remote area) so as to not be observed.
Made For Each Other

Summary: You’re head over heels for Namjoon but he hides a secret.

Originally posted by ygnj

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You met him at a coffee shop after you bumped into him and spilled your latte right in front of him. Thankfully you didn’t soil his clothes, only yours. 

“Are you okay?” He said looking you up and down. 

“I’m fine. Sorry about that.” You replied as you tried not to grimace in pain from spilling boiling hot coffee on your pants and shoes. He noticed your shoes were soaked and pulled out a chair for you as an employee came to clean up.

Apologizing for making a mess you sat down trying to hide your embarrassment behind your hair. “You can’t walk home like that.” He pointed at your shoes as you tried your best to get them out of his view.

“I’ll get you a cab.” He said walking outside, standing on the sidewalk looking down the street. You were so embarrassed you just wanted to disappear, not get help from a handsome stranger. Slowly, you walked outside, shoes making an awful squishing sound from the moisture. 

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The Two Queens of Summer & the Budding Queen of Winter

I think people who see the Sansa and Dany comparisons (always) being about ships are missing the point here. The story has come to a point where while Cersei still has hold over King’s Landing and a part of the South while going at things with full force of a Mad Queen is also bidding time. She will be replaced. Due to this, the fading Mad Queen finds herself in conversations of both Sansa and Dany. Where the meaning of Sansa’s conversation is left more ambiguous, like many of her dynamics, with Dany the parallel is more direct. She wants to be good, but her impulsivity, entitlement and inclination towards violence that has been slowly but surely growing over seasons and visible more than ever now as she faces characters many thought shared the same goals, instead of Slavers. They don’t though. 

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my aunt actually pointed this out while i was making her watch opm and also explaining mp100 to her but i’m sharing this bc its interesting

saitama and mob both have similar, very plain faces. like, so much to the point where i’ve seen people call mob “saitama with a bowlcut”. now i explained the reasons as to why they’re both so expressionless to my aunt (i.e. saitama has depression, mob has to control his emotions) but she told me that she thought it was a very deliberate story telling device

my aunt explained that since they both have plain faces, it would make sense then to view them as the “everyman” – a character that’s so plain and ordinary that it’s easy to project on them

and that’s when i realized that’s the whole /point/ of saitama’s and mob’s characters

i think another meta post pointed this out, but in a typical manga mob and saitama would be the quirky side kicks. the ordinary ones that follow around more serious protags with tragic backstories like genos and ritsu. it’s easier for audiences to project on characters that are kinda quirky, kinda expressionless, and also kinda “funnier” (humor-wise, referring to both saitama’s and mob’s deadpan jokes) – making it easier for them to admire the hero because they feel as though they are already in a role that does.

but with opm and mp100, saitama and mob are the heroes – for a very specific reason. the moral of both stories is that /anyone/ can be special, depending upon what they do. they even say it in mp100’s OP: “if everyone’s not special / then maybe you can be what you want to be.” the point is that everyone is equal (and we’re talking fundamentally, not in terms of society or under the law okay), even if you have great powers. it’s what you do with those great powers that make you, well, great.

saitama and mob look like the “everyman” for this reason then. but also so we can project on them, for reasons stated above. we’re supposed to project on saitama and mob because, as the moral of both their stories say, we are all the same. we are all the everyman. and we all have great powers. and, god, this is gonna sound corny. but while our powers might not be defeating villains with one punch or literally exploding in an overload of a manifestation of our emotions, we still have the choice to do something great with them.

and i think that’s fucking brilliant of ONE to make that/emphasize that point just through something as simple as a /facial expression/

Midheaven in Gemini

Career Fields for the Gemini Midheaven: Business, Communications, Education and Nonprofit

Knowledge is power with the Gemini Midheaven. They are usually smart, versatile individuals that have no problem sharing their wealth of knowledge with others. Gemini Midheavens are anything but boring and are super quick witted. They are also quick on their feet and so they do need jobs that require them to constantly be on their toes. They are fast paced and excellent multi-taskers, in which you can expect them to be juggling more than one career at a time because of this gift of adaptability they have. Gemini Midheavens also have the gift of gab and this could help them greatly because of their wide range of social networking. A Gemini Midheaven is never alone, they have a bunch of people supporting them along the way.

Gemini Midheavens are also creative and they can use this creativity to help solve many problems and bring new ideas to the table. They should learn how to properly verbalize the thoughts and ideas that race in their head though! This “child-like” curiosity and animation that Gemini Midheavens possess could be troublesome in the workplace because they are super restless and may not be able to focus on the task at hand. However, Gemini Midheavens are capable of balancing more than one task at a time and this leaves their boss or co-workers in awe. They seem almost superhuman. The lovely thing about Gemini Midheavens is their childlike wonder that so many people discredit as “immature”. The Gemini Midheaven is a trickster and loves playing jokes on people. They are the ones who keep everyone calm in a crisis and make light out of it. There is nothing plain or ordinary about this Midheaven sign.