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Halloween Party

Prompts: 50. “I don’t think you’re ever too old for trick-or-treating.” And 51. “We’re dressing up for Halloween this year and that’s final.” With Jonathan Byers.

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Reader

Warnings: Slight spoilers for episode 2 of season 2. Underage drinking.

Word count: 1490

A/N: I’m feeling Halloweeny and just binged five episodes of the new Stranger Things season and got serious Jonathan feels so here is a Halloween imagine. I will probably do a part 2 of the morning after . Requests are open!!! Especially for Stranger Things. I will also do a few characters from IT if you want.

Part 2

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Originally posted by dailystrangerthings

It was no secret that Y/N loved Halloween. Every year she would dress up and this year was going to be no exception; even if Jonathan had other ideas. The pair had been inseparable ever since Will had disappeared and Y/N had almost been taken by the creature as well. When her best friend Nancy said she saw it too they had tried to figure it out. Jonathan had gotten involved somewhere along the way and the rest was history.

“We’re dressing up for Halloween this year and that’s final.” Y/N said sternly from her position on the Byers sofa as Jonathan was sat on the floor trying to organise his recent photos.

“I don’t understand why? It’s not like we are doing anything other than chaperoning Will.” Jonathan replied, looking up briefly to the girl who was sprawled on his sofa with her science homework. “There’s no point. Plus, we are a little too old for trick or treating.”

Y/N shot him a pointed look. “I don’t think you’re ever too old for trick-or-treating. Please Jon. Pretty please.” She battered her eyelashes and bit her lip at him and Jonathan thought he was going to have a heart attack.

“F-Fine. I suppose but I’m picking the costumes.” Jonathan agreed. She screamed in delight and attack hugged him. God, she was going to be the death of him.


“So, you hit T to zoom in, and W zooms back out.” Bob, who was dressed as Dracula, told Jonathan as he taught the teen to use the video camera. Jonathan was dressed as Ash and Y/N was dressed as Linda from Evil Dead. Both of them loved the film and so Y/N was ecstatic at Jonathan’s choice. “See? Easy peesy. Just make sure you turn off the power to save energy. There.” Bob pointed to the powers button.

Jonathan swung round and focused the camera on Y/N. “What do you think?”

She laughed. “I don’t think the camera goes with your costume.” He joined her laughing and turned the camera off and threw a casual arm over her shoulders. A friendly gesture but it made her blush slightly.

“Are you ready, Bud?” Jonathan questioned Will.

“Yeah.” Will replied with a big smile.  

“Be safe!” Joyce called the trio as they walked out the door.

“We will.” Y/N called back with a smile. Joyce was really happy when Y/N had started hanging out with Jonathan. She believed the girl was exactly what he needed.

“I hope it doesn’t suck.” Bob said in an imitation of Dracula.

The trio smiled as they got into the car; Jonathan driving, Y/N shotgun and Will in the back.

“I just don’t get what she sees in him.” Jonathan said snapping both Will and Y/N out of their own worlds.

“What?” They both said in unison. 

“Bob” Jonathan drew out each letter.

“At least he doesn’t treat me different.” Will muttered. “I mean I can’t even go trick or treating by myself. It’s lame.”

“What you think we’re lame?” Jonathan asked with a slight smirk.

“No. But… It’s not like Nancy’s coming to watch over Mike, you know?”

Jonathan and Y/N shared a look as they pulled up outside the Wheeler’s. Will’s friends were walking towards them. Y/N nodded to Jonathan.

“Hey, listen.” Jonathan turned around to look at Will as Will pulled on his proton pack.

“Yeah.” Will queried pausing his progress.

“If, we let you go on your own, do you promise to stay in the neighbourhood.” Jonathan said. 

The smile on Will’s face grew. “Yeah! Yeah totally.”

“And be back at Mike’s by 9:00.”

“9:30?” Will tried.

“9:00.” Jonathan emphasised.


“Deal.” Jonathan held out his hand and will shook it.

“Deal.” Will said getting out of the car.

“All right.” Jonathan said as Y/N rolled down the window and passed Will the camera. “Hey, Will. Don’t let any of your spazzy friends use that, all right?”  

Yeah, bye.” Will said before running over to his friends.

“Sorry I just ruined your night.” Jonathan muttered looking up at the girl next to him.

“You didn’t. But I suppose we could go to this.” Y/N handed him an orange flyer that said ‘˜Tina’s Halloween Bash’. “Nancy’s been trying to get me to go. You wanna check it out?”

“Yeah sure.” He smiled before setting off driving. Y/N pulled out her Halloween mixtape the pair had been listening to on the way to school and put it in the car. Jonathan looked across at her and smiled. 

They pulled up to the house just as a guy in a floral bed sheet toga was throwing up the content of his stomach. Jonathan glanced at Y/N with uncertainty. She just laughed and hopped out of the car. He got out as well and she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. He blushed furiously as they walked into the crowded house. Several times she had to step backwards because of someone and Jonathan had to put an arm around her waist as she hit his chest to stop them both falling.

This caused her to blush as well as him and she quickly made a beeline for Nancy and Steve who were dressed as Lana and Joel from Risky Business. Nancy, who was pretty drunk, quickly dragged Y/n to the punch bowl as Steve and Jonathan stood awkwardly.

“Plucked up the courage to ask Y/N out yet?” Steve asked. He was only slightly intoxicated compared to Nancy.

“She’d never say yes.” Jonathan looked at his shoes. 

“You don’t know that until you try.” Steve said wiggling his eyebrows.

It was getting close to time to leave and get Will but Jonathan was having a hard time trying to locate Y/N. He had looked pretty much everywhere and was close to giving up when she pretty much fell on him.

“Why, hello there, sweet cheeks.” She slurred and pinched his cheek.

“What have you had to drink?” Jonathan asked, dumbfounded, as he slipped an arm around her waist to keep her upright.

“Some punch. It was very strong.” She giggled as Jonathan led her back to his car.

He was suddenly glad she had agreed to stay at his house; he didn’t want to explain this to her parents. “Okay, let’s go get Will.” He said as he buckled her into the car and then got in himself.

Will was waiting outside the Wheeler’s with Mike as Jonathan pulled up. Will said goodbye and climbed in the back.

“Hey.” He said.

“Hey, ghost fighter.” Y/N said before giggling again.

Will stared at Jonathan in shock. “What happened?”

“We went to a party.” Jonathan explained as he set off.

“The punch was good. We should have brought some for Will.” Y/N exclaimed, her hand landing on Jonathan.s arm.

“I don’t think that would have been a good idea.” Jonathan muttered as Will laughed.

They pulled up in the Byers driveway and Y/N had pretty much fallen asleep.

“How exactly are you going to explain this one to mom?” Will asked with a laugh.

“Hopefully, if she stays asleep, I won’t have to.” Jonathan replied as he got out and walked around to Y/N’s side. He slipped one arm under her legs and another under her back; even while half asleep she wrapped an arm around his shoulders and buried her face in the crook of his neck. He picked her up and Will shut the car door. They walked up to the front door and Will held it open.

“Hey, how’d it go?” Joyce said rather loudly.

Both the boys immediately shushed her and she noticed Y/N asleep in Jonathan’s arms.

“Fine, but I think it wore Y/N out.” Jonathan said quietly with a chuckle. “I’m going to put her to bed.”

Jonathan walked into his room as Will showed Joyce and Bob his haul. He laid her down on the bed and the pulled her shoes and jacket off. He pulled the covers over her and went to walk out but she caught his hand and pulled him into the bed with her.

“Stay.” She mumbled.

“Okay.” Jonathan whispered and kicked his shoes off and pulled his jacket off.

“Night, Jon. I love you.” She muttered in a slight slur and Jonathan nearly choked on air.

“What?” He asked, his voice shaking violently. But she was already asleep.

This is felicity, the most shit pissed angry cat you’ll ever meet. This photo was taken minutes before an unaware guest who hadn’t seen the true cruel underbelly of our sick, sick world innocently went to give this fluffy fucko a loving tummy scritch. Big mistake. We found this cat when she was abandoned by some trash tier tenants who did a runner without her, and after several days we found her with the fury of a thousand suns in her core. That fury is always under the surface, so when someone naively goes to touch her fluffy tum they best have a god to pray to. Simply put, there was a lot of blood coming out of the guy immediately afterworlds and a lot of long lasting family curses spouted towards him by felicity. It ended with him saying sorry and going home with his hand bandaged and felicity demanding mince for her troubles.
She’s still the angriest bastard cat god placed upon this earth and we love her with all our hearts, she’s perfect

Being a Slytherin & Dating H.G Would Include:

Hogwarts Power Couple

‣Always showing off Hermione and not being ashamed to let everyone know you love her

“You guys, look at my Princess. Is she not the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”

‣Despite your houses not approving of your relationship no one actually speaks out against it because, come on now, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin? That’s a deadly combination to piss off.

‣Your houses low-key admire the fact that neither of you give a damn about what anyone thinks

‣Your house silently applauds you for being a bad ass and breaking the norm by dating another bad ass from your rival house

‣Visiting Hermione for a few weeks during the summer and staying at her house

‣You charmed Mr. and Mrs. Granger the second you got off the platform and they immediately approved of you dating their daughter

‣Taking long walks together during autumn and winter, holding hands and giggling as you watch your breaths turn misty

‣The two of you are always either geeking out over books and dancing ridiculously in front of a mirror or kicking ass together, there’s no in between

‣Surprisingly, you two make a great team against Fred and George when it comes to prank wars

‣Sending each other loop sided smiles and shit eating smirks across the classroom

‣Hermione ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS steals your Quidditch team jerseys and jackets and ‘forgets’ to give them back

‣She always comforts you after you have an argument with your best friend, Draco, and you do the same when the banter between her and Ron escalates

‣Though Ron and Harry were adamant about your feelings toward Hermione being genuine, it didn’t take long for them to be convinced that you were absolutely head over heels for her

‣PDA usually consists of forehead kisses and really tight hugs but when you’re alone, it’s a whole different story

‣Hermione loves to tease you during class when you can’t do anything about it

‣Passionate kisses where her hands are tugging on your hair and yours are gripping her waist

‣You peppering open mouthed kisses from her jaw to her neck and down to her chest

‣Hermione is not at all shy when it comes to initiating make out sessions

‣When you’re sitting or lying down she loves to straddle your waist and grind on your hips while smirking down at you

‣She loves it when you pin her against the wall in an empty hallway and kiss her till her lips are bruised

‣Fun times in the Prefect’s bathrooms

‣One of your favourite pass times is sneaking out at night and going to the astronomy tower

‣You are both studious students and you appreciate that about each other

‣When it’s raining and thundering you take her to your room and together you drink hot chocolate and cuddle

‣You’re the big spoon and she’s the little spoon

‣Classic dates like going to the movies and dinner but also…

‣Dates where you two go to a paint ball zone

‣Dates are always memorable and you’ve taken to photographing every one of them with a device Hermione introduced to you as a 'polaroid’

‣Now you have a collection of these photographs strung up on your wall in your room at Hogwarts and your room at home

‣You’ve taken quite well with photography all together and your most precious photos are the ones you’ve taken of Hermione when she isn’t looking (candids, when she’s laughing uncontrollably, when she’s sleeping, etc)

‣Teasing each other 24/7

‣Play fights

‣Tickle fights because, is Hermione’s laugh not the best thing you’ve ever heard?

‣Learning new things together

‣Always supporting her in what she wants to do and vice versa

‣Suggesting books to each other until eventually you just read the same book to each other every night before going to bed

‣Eventually your relationship begins to heal the rift between Gryffindors and Slytherins and pretty soon you see interactions between students from both houses

‣Bringing out the best parts of each other

‣Emotionally stable relationship (none of that on/off bs)

‣Respectful towards each other


‣Is it possible to trust your partner unconditionally, yet still get jealous? Because that’s what happens here.

‣Random hugs from Hermione that take you off guard and nearly send you tumbling down, making Hermione giggle uncontrollably

‣She wraps her arms over your neck while yours encircle her waist

‣She knows all your turn ons and uses them to her favour shamelessly

*She always begins by taking control and kissing your neck and jawline. Then she would whisper all the things she’d do to you while smirking and grinding against your lap.

‣Taking naps together

‣Planning your lives together

‣Traveling all over the world

‣Intertwining your legs on a cold night

A/n: Thanks to @Anon for requesting this💕Who else is a Slytherin?🐍


so listen,,, i love angsty headcanons abt Victor’s family as much as the next person, but what if he has a really nice and happy family??

with that thought in mind, i spent the last three days working on this + a little comic i’ll be posting soon about my take on Victor’s parents

Their names are Ekaterina and Dmitriy; she’s a world-class photographer and he’s a former men’s fashion model who retired after Victor was born to be a full-time dad uwu. they met during a photoshoot and it was love at first sight (for Dmitriy anyway lmao)


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Photographs (Josh Dun)

Originally posted by jcsephsdun

Pairing: Josh Dun/Reader
Words: 1500+
Warning(s): Self-concsiousness
A/N: more josh dun? More Josh Dun. sorry if this seems all over the place, Idk were I was going with it. Alsoooo I made a reference to one of their old vines :3c

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remember when

pairing: mark x reader
genre/warning: no warning. fluff. 
word count: 411
description: based on ed sheeran’s ‘castle on the hill’ from his new album divide.
a/n: mark’s was a bit rough last go around, so we thought he deserved something sweet this time. 

“What about this picture?” Your daughter asks. You finish folding her shirt and place it in her drawer before walking over to see what picture she’s pointing at. It’s of you and Mark. Your arm is in a cast, and Mark looks like he wants to die. You laugh remembering that day. “That was the first time I met your grandma and grandpa. We’d gone on a hike with them, and your daddy accidentally knocked me down a hill.” You couldn’t keep a straight face as you told the story. The fall had hurt like hell, and you’d broken your arm, but Mark had spent the next couple months being your personal servant. Jackson had even bought him a maid outfit which he had worn. Sadly, that picture had not made it into the photo album.

“What about this one?” You lean over to get a better look at the picture and feel a pair of arms slipping around your waist. A chin rests on your shoulder.

“That’s the first time I kissed mommy. I don’t think I did it right.” Mark laughs in your ear. Your heart flips at the sound or maybe it was the memory of that first kiss. You two had been hanging out with Jinyoung and JB. The boys had been playing ridiculous games, making the losers do even more ridiculous things. Mark had lost a game to Jinyoung, and Jinyoung said he had to kiss you. You’d tried to run away because you liked Mark and your first kiss with him wasn’t going to happen because Jinyoung told him to. He’d chased you around eventually getting a hold of your face. He’d planted a kiss on you, and you smacked him. JB had taken the photo right after the smack.

“What about this one?” Mark leaves your waist and goes to sit beside your daughter. He takes her into his lap and situates the photo album so it lays across the both of them.

“That’s a very special picture. You’re mommy took that after telling me the best news.” He leans his head back to smile up at you.

“What news?”

“That I was going to be a daddy to the sweetest, most wonderful girl that has ever existed.” Your daughter squeals and reaches around to give her daddy a hug. She continues to point to pictures and ask about them, and you watch and listen as Mark tells the stories behind each of them.

Imagine... Ellen DeGeneres

A/N: You and Harry have been keeping a low-profile relationship. You’re invited back to Ellen’s show in celebration of your album release. Ellen has a few surprises up her sleeve.

 Request here 

I remember this. You thought to yourself, sitting on the familiar white couch across from Ellen DeGeneres. You returned a smile to the excited audience. The cameras, lights, teleprompters were where you had last seen them. The stage crew were the same, except for a couple new faces.

You were last here a little over a year ago after you had been discovered by a few music producers searching for new talent on YouTube. Last year, Ellen’s celebrity guest was Katy Perry and you only had a few minutes of stage presence. This time around you were her celebrity guest.

“Congratulations on your album, Y/N,” Ellen said.

“Thank you, Ellen. I was so happy when I heard I was invited back on your show,” you replied.

“You’re always welcome back here, Y/N. So can you tell us about your album?”

“The title of my album is ‘Walk with Me’. You can pre-order the album tomorrow!” you said excitedly. The audience cheered in excitement. “It’s my first album so I’m very excited. I’m really proud of it. It is very personal. It’s about my journey–my beginnings up to where I am now. I’m very excited to share it with everyone.”

Ellen nodded. “You know,” she said, pointing her notecards at you, “Someone else had just recently released an album…”

You chuckled, your eyes falling straight to your lap, your fingers fidgeting with one another. You knew exactly who she meant.

Ellen called out to one of the stage crew, “Shelly, can you pull up the album so Y/N knows who we’re talking about?” Your cheeks were turning hot. You didn’t want to how you must’ve looked like. You looked over your shoulder only to see an all-too-familiar album cover projected on the gigantic screen behind you. Indulged in rose water, his back the focus of the camera, a necklace around his neck.

“Oh no,” you started to giggle.

“Of course this is about as much as we’ll ever see– Harry in the bathtub. But you– you must get the full 360 view,” she teased.

You hid your blushing face in your hands. You couldn’t contain your laughter anymore. It was embarrassingly accurate. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” was the best response you could come up with.

“Tell us, were you in that bathtub when this photo was taken?”

You tried to compose yourself but your grin was undeniable. “I was not, no,” you answered.

“You’ve come along way since you were last on this show,” Ellen stated. “You’ve got an album coming out soon, you’re dating one of the most desired individuals in the business– after me, of course.” You could always count on Ellen to make jokes with such accuracy.

“Is that so?” you joked.

“Kudos to you two,” she said, “You’ve managed to keep this under wraps until now.”

“Nothing can ever been hidden from you, Ellen,” you teased. You learned through your media training the importance of precise word choice.

The truth was, you and Harry had been an item for other six months. The two of you met a year ago through mutual friends and the connection was instant. It went from exchanging numbers, to regular over-the-phone conversations, secret rendezvous, to leaving a little belongings at each other’s pad. The two of you agreed to keep your relationship hidden from the media to the best of your abilities but as time progressed, the two of you became more lenient.

“Are we going to hear about Harry in your album?” Ellen asked.

“Maybe,” you said coyly.

“Are you in his? Which song or songs are about you in his album?”

“I think that’s something he should answer for himself,” you smiled.

“Kiwi?” Ellen asked.

You burst into laughter, “Oh God, that’d be quite the surprise, wouldn’t it?” Ellen and the audience laughed together.

“So in celebration of your first album,” Ellen began, “We wanted to do something special for you.” She stood up and grabbed a paper bag from behind her seat. “Everyone, let’s do as practiced.” You watched as Ellen and the audience put on a white t-shirt with “WALK WITH ME” in bold print in the front of the shirt. Ellen modeled the shirt for you, your album cover on the back side. “Everyone here in the audience gets a pre-ordered copy of Y/N’s new album!” The audience cheered and clapped.

“I feel like crying,” you said genuinely, so touched by the amount of support shown.

“That’s not all,” Ellen said. “Harry, come on out!”

Part Two


Saitou Ami (Yachi) wrote three blog posts as Engeki Haikyuu finished touring.  

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The first, posted the evening of the final show, was a short and simple thank you that she couldn’t help but write before going to bed.

In the second, she reminisces about the 4 months spent working on this production, and how strange it feels to have it be over.  This show exposed her to a lot of new experiences and challenged her in many ways.  She doesn’t have a very high opinion about her athletic ability, or her singing or her dancing, or her math skills, but she really tried her best with this show.  It was a wonderful time for her, and she’s so grateful to all the cast and staff and the audience who came to see the shows.  She is honored and proud to be a part of Engeki Haikyuu family.

Her third blog post was dedicated to Yachi (with brief thank you’s for specifically Momo and Shizune as well).  Ami has been a fan of Haikyuu for a long time, she reads the manga, watched the anime, plays the card game… these photos were taken at J-World 3 years ago.  And ever since Yachi’s entrance, she has been a huge fan.  She was told she would get to play Yachi around the same time as her college graduation, and she writes that she cried more for her casting announcement than for her own graduation.  She was thrilled to be able to play her beloved character, but it was precisely because she loves Yachi so much that she worried about how best to bring her to life.  She couldn’t just go at it like a fangirl, she needed to put in a lot more work.  And now that she’s spent this time really getting close to her character, she loves her even more.  It was a bright and fun summer, and she thanks Yachi for opening up this brand new world for her with wonderful new people and amazing memories.  

I had a great Saturday at Birmingham Collectormania hanging out with @awesomelesbiansurgeon and @room-2o3, and meeting this special bean:

(no Jemma, holding the mic to your ear does not, in fact, help you hear the questions, but thanks for being so cute.)

Anyway, nothing special here but I’m just writing things down for my own benefit while I still remember something. This post is basically just me rambling for far too long.

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5 really good cookie photos you won’t want to miss

hey guys iu;m so tired. here’s some really important pictures of my dog. i hope this post looks like an article you’d find online or something. it’s good content

#1 - cookie on the beach

this one is good because she looks very pleased. an older photo, her growths above her eyes have since been removed

#2 - cookie on the beach again

holy shit she’s on the beach again. this was taken the same day. shes wearing her leash and collar so she can stay safely with us, and shes having a great swell time

#3 - cookie wearing my old glasses

these aren’t my current glasses anymore but they were in june, when this photo was taken

#4 - tongue

this one is really, really good

#5 - dogs in mirror are closer than they appear

this one’s really good, a sweet peak of cookie on a roadtrip. she’s a very good dog and has no problem with spending long trips in the car. she’s used to it, very well behaved, and a very good dog


Request: “Hey no rush on this one, I’ve just been hit with some serious Scott feels. So I would like to request an imagine where the reader is into photography so she invites some friends to the beach. They think she is taking photos of the water, trees etc. But she is actually sneaking photos of Scott bc he’s so gorgeous. Then he finds out and it’s really cute and fluffy. Thanks💖”

Ship: Scott McCall x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing, SO MUCH FLUFF, cuteness, photography, embarrassment, etc. 

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owner

Third P.O.V

(Y/n) packed all her things into the car, her smile never leaving her face. She had been waiting weeks to go to the beach with her closest friends. However, every chance they got, weather seemed to end her plans. But today, today was the day they got relax in the calming water. Beacon Hills wasn’t a place for relaxing, never was, never will be. But just for one moment, things seemed to be still around the pack. Pulling up to the beach, swimsuit under her shorts and shirt, camera in hand, she practically ran over to where her friends had begun to set up. Scott McCall, her long time crush, whom of which also secretly harbored feelings for the young girl, was the first to turn his head over his shoulder to see her running towards them; towards him.

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It took literally everything in Scott to not grin like a child on the morning of Christmas. Instead, he went for his goofy smile. Hoping that it wasn’t as big as it could have been. When she ran up to him, they embraced, a warm feeling fluttered in both of their hearts. (Y/n) pulled away to hug the other members, her friends. Stiles was the first to be thrown into the water, Isaac and Derek lifting him up with ease. They laughed together, following Stiles soon after. (Y/n) however, stayed behind. You see, being a photographer is a very challenging, yet fun thing. The young girl had to keep her camera with her at all times. Whenever she saw something beautiful, a huge feeling would wash over her. She had the need to capture that moment in time so that she’d never forget it.

Standing at the edge of the beach, right before the water hit its peak, she took a few snap shots of the cool material as it made its way up and onto her toes. She giggled quietly to herself, surprised that the water was that cold. When she lifted her head up, her breath hitched at the sight in front of her. The boy she’s had a crush on since forever, walks out of the water, the droplets cascading across his muscular body. His hair is drenched from the liquid previously taking residence there. Scott’s swim shorts clung to his thick thighs. Running a hand through his hair, the water droplets seemed to fall off and away from him and back onto the sand below his feet. It was like one of the slow motion movies where the hot guy comes out of the water looking ten times more sexy than he should.

The sight alone could make any woman drool for hours on end. However, (Y/n) was just genuinely captivated by his gracefully appearance, how calm he looked right now with his friends, she couldn’t help but capture that moment. She photographed the smile that made it’s way onto his face when Stiles tackled him into the water. The way the light hit him made him look like a god, more so than usual. She had taken ten or so pictures, completely captivated by the boy and the ambiance around her. When they finished up at the beach, they headed back to her house, still dripping and sticky from the sand and water. While her friends were drying off, she decided to take a minute and head over to her photo-home. The one place where she could just be and hang up her pictures. 

Printing them out to hang up, she smiled in delight. They were the best photos she had ever taken. Glancing over her shoulder once more before heading out to meet her friends, she grinned when her eyes connected with her favorite photo of Scott before sitting down with her friends. What she didn’t notice though was the boy she’d been in love with for forever, sneakingly making his way over and into the room she just left from. Scott had always wondered why it had been locked. Why was this room so important? What was in there that needed a lock? Of course, it was beyond rude to look, to peek in and see. But he blamed it on his strong curiosity, the one thing unable to crush his morals. He wanted to know what was behind that door, more than anything. And for once, it was cracked open, unlocked. 

Do it. A voice inside his head seems to say. He hesitates at first, wary of intruding before listening to the voice from within him. Scott slips in quietly, putting the door back into the same place it was once before. Turning over his shoulder, he gasps at the sight. Pictures taken covered from wall to wall, some on tables, in books, literally everywhere. They were all magnificent, enchanting photos. Looking from one to the other, he noticed a small signature at the bottom of them. Her signature. (Y/n) had taken each one of these photos. Wow. He thought to himself before stopping in front of a set of photos, ones that seemed familiar, recent. They were pictures from the beach, today. His jaw dropped at the sight of him. They were gorgeous, the lighting was perfect, a great angle. Everything about the photo screamed beautiful. 

He noticed two more of him except with different angles. One of which, where he was tackling Stiles, their smiles wide and real. Scott smiled at how beautifully captured they all were. But before he could look further, he heard a small gasp from behind him. Swiveling his torso over, he noticed (Y/n) standing by the door, shocked with a guilty look. “S-Scott, it’s not what it looks like- I-I” She stuttered, her face flushed. Even without werewolf abilities, he could tell she was beyond nervous, beyond embarrassed. Scott couldn’t help but laugh, smile wide. “(Y/n), these photos-” Motioning his hand over them. “Are beautiful. They’re amazing. I think you got my likeness rather well.” She blushed even more, completely frozen. Scott asked. “What’s wrong, (Y/n)?” She shook her head, somewhat shaky. “D-Don’t you hate me?” 

He scoffed, genuinely shocked by the statement she’d just proposed. “Why would I hate you? Just because you took some photos of me? (Y/n), they’re amazing. I’m honored that you captured such a good picture like that. But I think it’s more than the lighting, isn’t it?” Before she could answer, he pressed his lips onto hers. From the moment she stepped into the room, he felt it. The love and worry wash over her body. When she kissed back, he couldn’t help but feel relief. Wrapping his arms around her body, he giggled into the kiss. “I’ve loved you since the beginning, (Y/n). I love you.” She grinned, glancing over at her pictures with pride before looking back at him. “I love you too.” 

(I hope you liked it!) 


Dorothy Dandridge captured by photographer Frank Kuchirchuk at the Cleveland Music Hall (above). This photo of Dorothy was his favorite; Dorothy told him it was her favorite as well—she considered it the best picture ever taken of her. This beautiful photo of Dorothy is apart of The Frank Kuchirchuk Collection of Jazz Photography Lindsay’s Sky Bar Cleveland 1952-1953, that is housed at Oberlin College. Mr. Kuchirchuk is photographed below sitting in front of his favorite photograph in the collection. (via

Pictures of You

requested by @laqueencita, #30 “Way to not like my Instagram post.” (from this list)

this was difficult to make it in character so I hope it works out well lol!

Sherlock never did things the easy way. He could have just told Molly he meant it, but pictures spoke louder than words. 

They continued to be friends, closer than ever before. Sherlock had taken to documenting his life with photos. He liked them best as candid and chose to use his Instagram as a photo album. Chemical defect be damned; he was a sentimental person deep down and wasn’t afraid to show it anymore.

As he focused on studying the slide beneath the microscope, Molly tugged her hair band out, allowing her chestnut tresses to spill over her shoulder. This caught his eye, as Sherlock had always loved the rare times she let it down. She was catching up on paperwork from the day’s autopsies. He snapped a quick photo of her and uploaded it, the caption read ‘The love of my life. Her beauty shines inside and out.’  

He waited for days to see if she noticed his latest post but no comment was made; not even a like.

“Way to not like my Instagram post,” he joked when he arrived at the lab.

“What?” she asked, clearly confused.

“I thought you would have liked the recent post I made,” Sherlock explained.

“Sherlock, I didn’t even know you had Instagram,” Molly laughed. “It didn’t seem like your thing; sentimentality and all.”

“I knew I forgot to tell you something,” he realized. She laughed once more and took her phone out to find and follow him, but not before noticing the photo he took of her. Hesitantly, she tapped on it and tears welled up in her eyes as she read the caption.

“Sherlock,” she spoke softly, “why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I didn’t think you’d believe me after what happened,” Sherlock admitted.

“I’ve always known, you silly man,” Molly smiled before sealing the rest of their lives with a kiss. | ao3


For those of you who haven’t heard, Matt and I are engaged!!!! I can’t convey my level of happiness right now, I just can’t wait to be his wife and do married life with this wonderful man.

Matt was incredibly thoughtful and hard-working in making this a surprise for me. He flew out to the land of enchantment just so that he could ask me to be his wife forever. He planned the whole day, beginning with a stunning balloon flight at sunrise. He proposed mid-flight in these beautiful skies you see above! We landed with all the joy and excitement you could imagine, and were able to celebrate with champagne and the best of friends. Later that evening, Matt took me up to the top of the Crest in the Sandia Mountains so that we could watch the meteor shower at 10,378 feet in the sky. This night was pure magic as we celebrated our love for each other and commitment we are about to make to one another. I could not ask for a better partner, husband, and spiritual leader. He is everything I have ever prayed for and more. I cannot wait to begin this journey with him at my side.

These photos were taken by a dear friend of mine. She worked very hard to ensure my surprise on this day. I think she perfectly captured all the beauty and love we shared in this day.

PLL Theory

I’m calling it. Aria knows who killed Charlotte, or at least something about the night she was killed. First she denies even leaving the hotel and then lies about going out to get her phone charger. Hanna tells her that she knows she was out for longer than that, but Aria in a sense tries to brainwash her, saying she remembered it wrong and was drunk. She then marches straight over to Ezra’s apartment and tells him that they never saw each other that night and of course Ezra goes along with it and doesn’t really look that surprised. The girls then find the tape of Aria leaving the hotel and confront her about it. So Aria tells them about Ezra (her alibi) and throws the suspicion straight off herself. Spencer doesn’t seem to truth her at first, but then Emily and Hanna convince her otherwise. And to think, the girls were so close to actually realising what Aria was really like.

Then at some point the girls give statements to the police and Aria lies about leaving the hotel. Seeing as the tape is currently ‘missing’ and has an unknown whereabouts, there’s nothing to say that she wasn’t there all night. The girls must back her up on this. Again, bad decision. In 6x18 the police receive a witness statement about an attractive brunette calling someone from the 2 crows diner. And who does Tanner go straight to? Aria. That in itself is suspicious. What about Spencer, or more importantly Mona who it actually was. Why not bring in all three? Because Tanner suspects Aria. She always has. Remember back in season 5 when she goes to Aria’s house to talk to Byron. She doesn’t go and talk to the other girls parents’. She tells Byron that the police are interested in Aria and that she is certain Aria is part of the complications.

The first sneak peek for next weeks episode shows Emily telling Hanna and Aria that Mona was the one who called Charlotte, but she never showed up. Aria then immediately suggests going to talk to the police, reminding the girls on several occasions that she’s still on the suspect list, which she clearly doesn’t want to be on. Why? Because she’s guilty. And not just of the fact that she left the hotel, but for everything that’s been happening to the girls since ‘A’ arrived in Rosewood.

Isn’t it convenient that as soon as Aria’s been taken down to the police station, she gets ‘set on fire’ by this new ‘Uber Bad’, who, may I just point out, really doesn’t seem to give a crap about torturing Aria at all. I know that she got burned by the fire, but she still hasn’t received a single personal text from ‘Uber Bad’ and I seriously don’t think that she’s going to in the remaining two episodes either.

I honestly believe that Aria getting burned was her playing the victim, thus throwing suspicion off herself. And an added bonus to that was that she could see how Ezra felt about her. She hit two birds with one stone. ‘Uber Bad’ proved that they were serious and when Ezra came running in, she knew that he still has feelings for her and cares about her. I mean, come on. It was so obvious when her face dropped as she saw Liam. She clearly would rather have been with Ezra.

So who killed Charlotte? Well, presuming that Charlotte is actually dead, which could go either way judging on what’s happened before, I actually think that it was Elliot (Dr Rollins). I didn’t at first, but after watching the 6x19 promo and seeing Alison clearly drugged up when she turned up on Aria’s doorstep, I honestly believe that he could have killed her. Charlotte went to the church. Why? To get married to Dr Rollins. But then he killed her instead.

But where did he get the idea from? What if Aria found Spencer’s paper? We know that Ezra read it, so he could have told her about it. What if Aria went out that night to check that Charlotte arrived at the church and then texted Elliot to say that the plan was in action? Ideally Aria wanted Charlotte to be locked up in the hospital forever. I predicted weeks before 6x11 aired that Aria would be the only one to say that she was still ‘scared’ of Charlotte. But that failed, so there was only one thing that could be done to keep Charlotte quiet. Kill her.

What did Charlotte need to keep quiet about? Well, the fact that she was just another cover up ‘A’ like Mona. There was no way that Charlotte could have built the Dollhouse and stalked the girls everywhere. No. She was only ‘A’ during season 4. She was Kisses -A and Mona was - -A. But what about -A? Well, that was and always has been Aria.

But this new villain isn’t part of the ‘A’ team. They’re clearly a copycat. So who are they? I can only think of Melissa at the moment. Marlene did say that ‘Uber Bad’ was related to one of the liars and ruling out the twin for a moment, the only liar with a sibling who’s got a storyline this season is Melissa. (I mean, I highly doubt any of the parents would do something like this, nor Jason who’s just disappeared off the face of the earth). Why? Because she’s being blackmailed.

Now, here comes the interesting part. Why isn’t Melissa attacking Aria? Because she knows about Aria being ‘A’ somehow, through Wren or Charlotte, I don’t know. I mean, she did try and kill Aria on the Halloween train, no questions asked, along with Wilden, so she must have suspected Aria for something. So they made a deal. Aria would help her find out who the blackmailer was. Only Aria lied to her and actually helped Rollins to kill Charlotte. Now all she has to do is sit back and watch the fun. Which seems something extremely like what ‘A’/Aria would do.

I mean, let’s talk about the wedding photos for a second. Only 12 photos were taken on that night, three of them from this ‘Uber Bad’ person. Aria was in the photo, which presumably means that she didn’t take the photo, but we can’t actually see her face, which I think was deliberate. Does this mean that she has a twin? That would be the best reveal ever. I can’t think of any more hilarious than two Aria’s running around Rosewood. The town would literally be screwed.

Aria looks at the photo that supposedly has her in it and then instantly zooms in while saying ‘I wonder who took it’. I hate to break it to you Aria, but zooming in isn’t going to tell you who took the photo. But conveniently zooming straight in on the note from ‘Uber Bad’ will get the girls freaking out. So was Melissa at the wedding? Highly unlikely, so I’m guessing Aria stepped in. What I am sure of it that Aria didn’t want Hanna to be there? Her reaction when she found out that Hanna definitely wasn’t positive. Maybe because she’d have to come up with another plan, or maybe her twin was going to be there? I’m not sure, but there is something fishy about the whole wedding thing.

Then afterwards Aria marries Elliot and Alison, no questions asked. Her reaction when she saw Alison was absolutely priceless. Of course, she was in on the fact that Elliot has drugged her, but clearly hadn’t been expecting Alison to be all ‘BFF’ towards her. This is literally the first Arison scene where the two girls haven’t looked like they could slit each other’s throats. They clearly have always hated each other, which is why Aria looked completely dumbfounded that Alison was acting like they’ve been best friends since they were born.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Aria was and always has been involved with the ‘A’ game and torturing the liars. Whether she actually realises it or not, which I don’t think she does, we don’t know just yet. With all the evidence pointing towards Aria and her constant shady behaviour in every single scene, she has to be guilty of something. I mean, seriously. I found around 20 Aria is ‘A’ clues in the pilot and there are literally about 2 for Mona, if that. Aria will always be the lead ‘A’ in my eyes no matter what, but if she’s not revealed to have at least some input in the ‘A’ game, I will be complaining. There’s just too much evidence to deny that she isn’t helping out or controlling the game.

misscrazyfangirl321  asked:

Ahhhhh!!! Baby BatCat from Gotham for the ask meme, please!!!!


WHO HOLDS THE UMBRELLA FOR THE OTHER WHEN IT RAINS: Bruce, of course! Alfred taught him to be a dapper gentleman and to ALWAYS hold an umbrella over a lady’s head. Selina protests at first because she’s so used to weathering the elements, but she eventually accepts it and it secretly warms her heart.

WHO IS THE GRUMPIEST IS THE MORNINGS: I don’t think that’s even a question! Selina is a little gremlin if she’s up before 11, and is liable to bite someone’s head off if that someone (particularly Alfred) so much as looks at her the wrong way. She usually fumes silently because the spare bedroom is so dang comfortable.

WHO WORRIES THE MOST WHEN THE OTHER IS HURT/SICK: Bruce, most definitely. Selina often stops by when she has a chest cold to prevent from turning into pneumonia, and Bruce spoils her rotten. He makes chicken soup, fluffs her pillows and makes sure she has the best of everything. It’s also the same when she gets hurt and she doesn’t go to a hospital. Bruce will personally patch her up and disinfect her wounds. She protests his fussing but she secretly loves it because no one has cared for her so much before.

WHO PLAYS PRANKS ON THE OTHER: Selina! She will often slip into his house and set booby traps for him to get caught up in come morning, not caring if it’s Bruce or Alfred who discovers them first. Another favorite thing of hers to do is creep into his room and hang his action figures in the blind ropes. Bruce always smiles when he wakes up to these and loves how she pretends to not know what he’s talking about when they see each other next.

WHO IS ALWAYS THE FIRST TO SUGGEST CUDDLING ON THE SOFA: Even though Bruce is always thinking about it, he’s respects Selina’s physical boundaries way to much to be the first to suggest it. Selina never asks; she pulls him down on the couch and snuggles next to him under the excuse that she wants to watch a movie with him. Bruce is always more than willing to give in and immediately wraps his arm around her and watches any Tim Burton movie of her choice.

WHO INISTS ON CREATING NICKNAMES FOR EACH OTHER: Again, Selina. Bruce has never seen the logical point of nicknames, but Selina loves them. His #1: for her will always be “Cat” while hers for him always varies. Some days it’s “Dapper Boy” if he’s wearing a suit and other times it’s “Slick” if he’s wearing his leather jacket. But her favorite for him is “Patch”. Bruce had no idea why but he thinks it has something to do when he repaired her jacket.

WHO DROOLS ON THE OTHER WHEN THEY’RE SLEEPING: Both do. It always happens when they’re cuddling on the couch and fall asleep watching a movie. Alfred has taken photos of them sleeping that he plans on using for blackmail on either of them when the time is right.

WHO SAYS “I LOVE YOU” FIRST: Bruce. It just slipped out after kissing her one evening on the couch. Neither of them were expecting it and Selina left by the window spooked because no one had ever said that to her before. After a week though she realized that she loved him too and didn’t want to risk losing the best thing that had ever happened to her. She went back to the manor and told him she felt the same, and even though their relationship isn’t perfect, it’s the closet thing to perfection that she will ever experience.

Thank you for reading this even though it’s so long! 🙂