this shot is gorgeous and so are you



afghafuckin’ WOW.

So I commissioned @yliseryn to draw Allura in my wedding dress because personal vanity and LOOK AT THIS PERFECTION. She even threw in an appropriate Shiro reaction shot. xD And Allura’s holding my bouquet and the ribbon color is the same and omg OH MY GOD the lighting and her hair and look how happy she is and it will take me a bit to formulate actual words to describe this RIP my writing ability. #__#

Underrated* but extremely good shots of Yuuri from episode one:

Looking at episode one again, it just is so clear how depressed this sweet boy is in it. Precious Yuuri. Even his eyes just… look sad? 

This is his portrait from the JSF website! It’s a nice shot, but he looks kind of worried in it. I hope he has it replaced with a happier looking one at some point. Sheesh Yuuri, babe. 

I just love the art in this scene? The shadowing is fantastic. Great animation wow!!

Precious and in need of so, so many hugs.

WHY have they not released a high quality version of this poster?? I WANT IT ON MY WALL.

Gorgeous boy. The amount of emotion in this skate is just… wow.



He just looks like he needs life breathed back into him?? He’s trying, he really is. And you KNOW he can do it, but he is… so tired. 

Takeshi: Yuuri you are an adorable ass man, even I can’t deny that shit. 

Sweetest smile.

Working out, looking cute, contemplating things.

I like how Yuuri’s eyes are almost this russet red brown instead of a straight brown. It’s a neat detail. 

Maybe my 8,000 Victor posters will have the answer…

When ur banquet crush is doing ur program and looking sexy AF

Yuuri’s pants legit look like they’re about to fall down here. I’m laughing. But I mean, there’s a naked Russian in the hot spring so I doubt he notices anything like that. 

*again: all shots of Yuuri are underrated because it’s not possible to appreciate him enough.


My secret headcanon is that all these shots of Yuuri that tail-end the ED (you know, the one whose lyrics are ‘you’re so beautiful tonight, you entrance me, take my breathe away” etc etc etc) are actually from Victor’s point of view.

Like, think about it for a second, Yuuri is very beautiful in general, but in these shots he looks especially gorgeous and ethereal (compare to the goofier shots at the start of the ED that feature the three of them)… So maybe he looks like this because that’s how Victor sees him

Underrated* but extremely good shots of Yuuri from episode twelve:

There are a lot. There’s so much Yuuri I put it under a read more starting about halfway through. 

Yuuri please stop honey you are too good and too selfless. HE WANTS TO STAY WITH YOU FOREVER. PLEASE TALK TO EACH OTHER YOU HELPLESS DORKS. 


Hamster hat only adds to his preciousness, honestly. 

This shot, animated is one of my favorite bits of animation in the series. It’s so good?

Sweet as can be.

Yuuri, probably: I doubt I have many fans…


Is it the costume sparkling or is it Yuuri himself?


My longest yeah boi ever. 

look like hell I’m not including this gorgeous moment.

when he literally SCREAMS and it’s wonderful.

I’m not crying you’re crying (we’re all crying).

you are an absolute angel.

precious Yuuri so nervous for his scores after the skate of his life (his eyelashes continue to be amazing). 

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Gorgeous Glasses

Originally posted by my-bl4ckbird

Request: Barry Allen imagine? where you wear glasses but the team don’t know because you always wear contacts and one day you run out of contacts and the whole team is confused on why you are wearing glasses but Barry finds it adorable? thanks xx

Notes: I actually really liked writing this, I usually wear contacts but I have like stereotypical-nerd glasses so this hit close to home. I think this is a little shorter than most of my fics, but I hope you all enjoy it!

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@fancyskink: Hey I love your blog! I volunteer at a wolf preserve and we have a lot of wolfdogs too. I think it’s a lot easier for people to tell apart wolves and wolfdogs when they’re right next to each other, so I like to show people these two images. I just thought you might be interested! The first pic is Meeko, who is only 25% wolf! Second pic is Sage, a lovely full-blooded gray wolf. Hope you don’t mind, I just thought you might appreciate the side-by-side look!

Thank you for sharing! And I never mind getting photos like this, I love these side by side shots, and these are both gorgeous animals! I recently found a wolfdog rescue/sanctuary somewhat near me so I’m hoping I can start volunteering and helping out there and get some photos of their animals too, as long as that’s alright with them.

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Alright friends, it’s time for some fic recs. 99% of the most recent ones are Johnlock, so here we go:

Carry On by Mazarin221b (5k)
A 5+1. Five times John didn’t want to be carried (getting injured, getting shot,…) and one time he did (you can imagine). Him and Sherlock getting together is very sweet.

the napoleon by darcylindbergh (25k)
Halloween, 1989: John and Sherlock both have big plans for the night, but some serial killers have the worst possible timing. They get together after heaps of miscommunication in the middle of the case. The following sex is GORGEOUS.

Chemical bonds by weeesi (4.5k)
Sherlock is high on pain killers and proposes sex. John believes it’s the drugs talking. Hilarious and very sweet.

Iris by slashscribe (12k)
Parentlock. John moves back in with his baby. Sherlock is hesitant towards her because he’s afraid of overstepping, but he adjusts to her and loves her because she’s John’s. When John asks him why, they finally talk and kiss. Very beautiful, happy ending.

Spare Change by Ermerness (52k)
Sherlock is a super rich prat and supposed to get married to another rich prat. He meets John, though, and they move in together while secretly pining for each other. They have sex under the pretence of ‘preparing Sherlock for his wedding night’ and realise how well they fit together… Super entertaining.

The Wisteria Tree by @silentauroriamthereal (30k)
AKA the one that made me cry on my birthday. They were happy tears, though.  Sherlock wakes up from a month-long coma only to discover that he has no memory of the previous six years during which he and John were already together. A lot of relearning and adjusting. And a perfect ending.

The repeated image by Teatrolley (20k)
Sherlock keeps getting reborn and keeps finding John in each of his lives. Sometimes he tells him. Very beautiful and emotional. 

The Things Love Can Do by Teatrolley (38k)
Teenlock. The Way He Looks AU. Sherlock is blind. John is the new guy at school. A lot of things happen when you’re young and falling in love… I was practically sobbing into my pillow by the end of this. Hopeful and encouraging ending.

The Measure of a Gentleman by i_ship_an_armada (68k)
Pride and Prejudice Fusion. I haven’t yet managed to finish P&P, but I read this in one go.

A Waste of Breath by Chryse (95.5k)
This gets very dark. Sherlock enters an abusive relationship with Moran, who turns out to be even worse of a person than you initially think. John is helpless. By the end they finally talk and defeat Moran together. Happy ending.

The Ground Beneath Your Feet by Chryse (69k)
Sherlock is injured and traumatised after his time away. After a few months of recovery he agrees to meet John, and so they start meeting up every week until they finally get together. Sherlock recovers more and more. Their love is so tangible in this one.

Big Brother Is Watching You by flawedamythyst (6k)
Sherlock and John enter the Big Brother house. Hilarious.

Baseball by earlgreytea68 (146k)
What it says on the tin. Every time I think I can’t possibly enjoy a sports AU, some amazing author proves me wrong.

Among the Secret Things by Kate_Lear (33.5k)
John has amnesia and thinks they were together. Sherlock doesn’t correct him, but he feels terrible about lying. The angst in this killed me, but their relationship is so pure.


Cryptology by JaneTurene (27k) Holmes/Watson ACD Canon fic
Watson makes a sacrifice to save himself and Holmes, but the consequences are more varied and far-reaching than anyone could have suspected. Heartbreaking and beautiful. Happy ending.

At Least There’s The Football by sheffiesharpe (179k) Mystrade
Epic story of Lestrade and Mycroft’s lives, their getting together and being together and everything that’s going on around them.

my very sophisticated thoughts on rogue one

so yeah obviously this is spoilery so i’ll put everything under the cut

and yeah no i lied this isn’t sophisticated at all it’s just me fangirling and screaming, mostly about darth vader

ok here we go

  • so i just watched tesb the other day and i realized that during the battle on hoth, luke was rogue leader and then it goes rogue two, three, and so on. And why is this? because there was ALREADY A ROGUE ONE
  • when you realize that prolly luke and co and rey, poe and finn will look up to the crew of rogue one
  • esp finn- like, bohdi defected from the empire!! and became a hero!!!
  • ahh everything was just so gorgeous: places, planets, ships, music, plot, people (esp that one rebel dude who looked so Flawless™ in that too -short shot as rogue 1 was landing on scarif)
  • THE CAMEOS!!!! oh my gosh yeah I had been spoiled by tumblr about bail and leia and mon mothma but R2!!! 3PO!!! and seeing tarkin was cool too i guess
  • oh man, just…
  • gah he was amazing and so morbid it was great
  • like srsly dude ur gonna build your personal castle and spa overlooking the VERY LOCATION WHERE YOU BELIEVE YOU KILLED YOUR WIFE
  • and the bacta tank was nice
  • hoo boy lemme tell you
  • i never was scared of darth vader but i sure am now
  • the way he just *clenches fist* *two rebels get choked and thrown on two others as vader casually stabs two guys through the door*
  • just beautiful
  • ok i need to stop now or else i’ll spend too much time talking about my trash king son and no one wants that (except for me who am i kidding)
  • all right so
  • the main characters were pretty cool too
  • i kinda lowkey ship rebelcaptain and highkey ship everyone with LIFE
  • like WHAT THE HECKJ *incoherent yelling*
  • *sigh* at least darth vader doesnt die…yet…
  • also krennic was pretty rad. i didn’t think he was all that bad. i mean yeah he kills people and blows up planets… actually ok yeah hes pretty bad now that i think of it. but i wouldnt turn down having a nice tea with him bc frankly there are a lot of other characters out there that havent killed or anything but i would be terrified to be near *cough* heathcliff *cough*
  • confession time: when i saw the trailers for rogue 1 i was like ‘wow i cant believe they’re trying to make another 3PO happen‘. but im so glad i was wrong bc k2 is the best. his sarcasm gives me life
  • hey did anyone else notice that when jyn and co were in the hangar on yavin iv someone was calling over the intercom thingy for general syndulla… i mean, i dont watch swrebels but i do know about the characters and isnt that hera’s last name? i heard that the Ghost and chopper were there too but i didn’t see them
  • if any sherlock fans are out there reading this did you guys see that guy who plays anderson?? he was on the council i think and it was so hilarious bc he was acting just like anderson XD he was a riot
  • kinda wish there were more ladies but who am i to complain: we got SO.MUCH.DIVERSITY.
  • i wouldve liked more diversity of accents but idk maybe most of them had british accents for reasons only star wars knows (i especially enjoyed hearing the scottish and aussie ones)
  • ok literally chirrut is my fav. everyone else can go home now
  • (except ani of course. u can stay bby)
  • ugh his sass and little smiles and his badassery was just great
  • his staff-fighting skills are WICKED
  • “are you kidding me??? im BLIND“ just priceless
  • and his praying all the time?? like, that was what got me set on loving him (im religious too)
  • ok wow this is a lot maybe i’ll write more another day but for right now i’ll stop
  • did i mention darth vader tho
  • also i laughed when he said ‘dont choke on your aspirations’ bc that is so anakin to make a pun like that but then i was sad because that is anakin
  • ugh im sad now bye

Originally posted by imagine-everything41

Title: I Will Wait

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Reader
Trigger Warnings: None
Requested by Anon: Hello gorgeous ! Could you do a Draco Malfoy one shot ? Where he is really broken and sad about never having to decide anything about his life because of his parents. But he fall in love with you and everything changes. Super fluffy please, thanks :) 

A/N: Omg thank you so much for the request, sweetie! Hope you like it!

You didn’t know what it was about him that made you stare. Maybe it was his neat blonde hair or his blue eyes. But something about him was definitely tragically beautiful. 

He hadn’t been smiling lately; not even finding enjoyment in tormenting Harry, Ron, and Hermione. He just didn’t seem like himself. 

So despite the arguments from your friends, you thought you should speak to him during your free time before your potions class. He sat alone on a bench in the courtyard and looking albeit sorrowful. 

Quietly, you sat down next to him and crossed your legs over each other before clearing your throat. His eyes shot up to you in surprise and as a reflex, he furrowed his eyebrows and slid himself a bit further from you. 

“L/N,” he spat, eyeing you up and down with those blue eyes you had once admired. “Is there something I can help you with?”

You weren’t deterred by his harsh tone. Instead, you found that it spurred you on even more. “No, no, not really, Draco,” you said, waving it off dismissively. “I just thought maybe you might need some company. You looked upset.”

Draco’s cheeks turned a bit red, but he continued to speak otherwise. “I’m fine,” he murmured. “I don’t see why it concerns you.”

“I guess you’re right,” you said, bracing your hands on your knees and standing up. “But don’t think I won’t come by again. I don’t give up without a fight.”

“Yeah, right,” he said, this time waving you off dismissively. He watched as you waltzed back to your friends, who were eyeing you incredulously, but it wasn’t like it mattered to you; it was your decision to confront Draco and it was your decision to continue to. After all, it was your life. 

This continued on for days. The next day, you had gone up to him and noticed that he didn’t seem to move, but his tone seemed harsher. 

“What is it this time, L/N?” he muttered, this time not even sparing a glance at you.

“I think you know what I’m here for,” you told him, stuffing her hands into your robe for warmth. “Though, I’m very doubtful you’ll open up to me just yet. I’m a very patient person, I’ll have you know. So if it takes me until the last day of my life to get you to open up to me, then, I will gladly do it.”

“Are you insane? Speaking of death when you barely even know me?” he criticized. “I would have thought you more competent than that.”

“Call me what you will,” you said, standing up once again and taking one last look at him behind your back, “but I have never been one to back down from a battle.”

He furrowed his eyebrows this time as he watched you.

On the fifth day, he was starting to get used to you. He had been pushing you away and trying to maintain a harsher tone each time you came, but you never backed down as you had told him. 

At this point, you could basically sit next to him with your shoulders brushing and he wouldn’t even give you a grimace. 

Thus, you rested your back against the bench and sat shoulder to shoulder with him. He had his one leg resting over the other while your leg was crossed over your other one. 

“So? Ready to speak to me yet?” you asked. You both watched as the footsteps of your peers made indents in the melting snow. 

Draco shook his head. “Not really,” he said, softly, crossing his arms over his chest. 

The past few days, even though he had brought upon harsher tones each time, you could see that his face was slowly aging and that he was breaking down his walls just for you. 

On impulse, you took his hand in your gloved ones and squeezed it. “It’s fine,” you whispered, “I really just want to know if you’re okay.”

A sigh escaped his lips and in anguish, his eyebrows crumpled. “I’m not,” he muttered, “but thank you.”

By the seventh day, you had already started with holding his hand and rubbing circles into the back of it. He hadn’t been ready to talk, but you knew he was warming up to you.

Eventually, two days after, he cracked. 

Before you had even gotten to the bench, he ran toward you and grabbed your wrist before whisking you off. It seemed like forever, but he had taken you to an abandoned corridor and pulled you toward him as he sunk to the ground. 

His body shook, but no tears or sobs racked through him. The two of you sat in silence, his arms wound around your shoulders and your hand placed delicately over one of his hands. You rubbed circles into it the way you always did and looked up to see that he had visibly relaxed.

“I haven’t been okay,” he finally admitted, “and I just…never knew why. Then, you came along and you started to force me into telling you what I felt.” He pulled away and held your hands gingerly in his. “There are things I can’t tell you, but if I could, I would in a heartbeat. I hope you understand, but I won’t have to worry because I know you do. Just like always.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “My life had been predestined for me from the minute I was conceived. Every move I made was calculated and I thought that I could handle it, but I can’t. I have never made a decision on my own. I have never been my own person.

“Then, you came along and stuck your nose into my business uninvited and I hated it at first. You were like a curse that never ended. But every day you told me you would continue to pester me. Every day you told me that you would wait. And that one day where you didn’t force me to tell you how I felt…

“I knew.” Draco stopped speaking and looked into your eyes. 

Did his eyes somehow gain more sparkles?

“Knew what?” you asked, rendered speechless by the sudden slew of words.

“I knew that you weren’t like them. You let me make the decision. You let me put myself first. You let me choose when I felt right to speak,” he said, “and that’s more impressive than anything I have ever seen in my life.”

You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing in his minty scent.

“I would do this all over again if it meant you would end up feeling better,” you whispered.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to.” He pulled away and looked you right in the eyes once again. “Because right here, I want to tell you that I have fallen for you. I wouldn’t call it love just yet, but I would call it something very special. After the third day you came, I knew I could just go somewhere else so you wouldn’t bother me, but I wanted to see you again.” He then offered you a small smile as he said, “Now, I want to see you every day of my life, as my girlfriend.”

You smiled widely and nodded your head fervently. “Yes. I would love that.”

A/N: I actually liked writing this! Sorry for any mistakes! Hope you liked it!

You know what’s so great about Luke? He’s constantly setting the standard for everyone. Tossing his lightsaber to the side? Iconic. Blowing up the Death Star? Groundbreaking. Expressing his fashion sense? Intense and noteworthy. Hell, he set the bar just by standing on the edge of a cliff staring dramatically while the film ended on a gorgeous and mythical helicopter shot. I don’t know about you guys, but just when I think Luke can’t get any more amazing, he shows up onscreen and raises my expectations just by breathing every single time. 

Tug and Pull

For Saxxy’s July Writing Challenge! @saxxxology Also included is the prompt: Hair Pulling for this girls B-day challenge @spectaculacular-sammy (Happy belated birthday gorgeous - I hope you like it XO!!)

  • Prompt: Hand job
  • Pairing: Sam x Female Reader, Dean
  • Warnings: NSFW, hand job, hair tugging/pulling,  fingering (female receiving), little bit of swearing, PWP-ish, just a tad bit of plot there
  • Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: During research a head massage can be so relieving. 

A/N: Thank you to my beautiful friend @oriona75 for beta-ing for me! And also this other beauty for title assistance! @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid
Tags are at the bottom. If you don’t want to be included I will not be offended, I promise :D
I love all of your comments and reactions I receive when I post. I seriously love you all so much! Thank you! I hope you enjoy this. My Sam smut cherry has been popped ;) Woo!

Originally posted by heytheredeann

“So I’m thinking we have two possibilities here for this case,” Sam started, as his thumb scrolled up through an article he found.

You swung your legs to the floor sitting up from the spot against the back door you were leaning against as you also searched possibilities on your phone. You leaned forward resting your chin on his shoulder to look at what he had found. “I think I found something too.”

He smiled tilting his head to the side, resting it against yours. “Well it looks like Mr. Jenkins either has a heavy kink for things that go bump in the night, or he’s another victim of mind control.”

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Blood Stains (Moriarty X Reader)

Type: Slightly psychopathic Moriarty fluff

Warnings: Mentions of blood/violence

Summary/Prompt: Jim has his own ways of showing affection

Word count: 481

Requested by @deadlydreams01 but I’ve lost the actual request so sorryyy

Request here!

The night was cold and dark, just the way you liked it. Walking hand in hand with your lover, one of the world’s most notorious criminals, feeling like nothing could ever break you apart.

That is, until you come across a group of collage boys, who’ve had slightly too much to drink.

“Hey gorgeous, nice ass!” called one of them, laughing as his friends wolf-whistled.

Jim’s grip on your hand tightened like a vice, and you could hear his breathing speed up. You rubbed your thumb on his hand comfortingly.

“Babe.” you said, pecking him on the lips. “Don’t listen to them, they’re just drunken assholes. I’m yours.”

He didn’t say anything more, only changed the course of your walk and headed for home. As soon as you crossed the threshold, he had you pushed against the wall, lips sucking dark purple bruises onto your neck.

“You’re mine.” he growled, pushing back from the wall and releasing you.

“All yours baby.” you whispered soothingly. “Come on, it’s late. Let’s get some sleep.”

*the next afternoon*


You heard the front door slam shut as Jim called you. He’d had to go out to take care of some business, and so you put a marker in your book and quickly headed downstairs to greet him.

You raised your eyebrows as he turned to you, grinning manically. There were small spots of blood across his face and his white shirt, and you tutted.

“Jim, this was brand new! These blood stains are never going to come out now.” you sighed, taking his blazer off him.

“I was only trying to help babe. Could’ve gotten Seb to do it, but I went and took them down myself, especially for you.” he pouted, an expression on his face like a kicked puppy.

Smiling slightly, you leaned in to kiss him, playfully capturing his bottom lip in between your teeth as the metallic taste of blood invaded your mouth.

“Thanks baby, it means a lot to me.” you whispered.

Jim picked up a small remote from the table next to the door, and after pressing a few buttons, ‘I Want To Break Free’ by Queen began to play through the various speakers in the house.

He intertwined your hands with his, your soft innocent fingers wrapped around ones with so much death connected to them.

“Would you care to dance, princess?” Jim smirked, wrapping one arm around your waist as he began to sway you from side to side.

“Of course, my darling.” you chuckled.

Neither of you were even attempting to move in time to the music, and yet your rhythm was perfect, the two of you moving as one, beautifully in love.

“What music are you dancing to love? Because it’s certainly not Queen.” you giggled, and he grinned.

“It’s the music in my head, babe. It only plays when I’m with you.”

Prompt Series / Alec Lightwood #2, 5, 10, 19.
2. “You look so gorgeous.”, 5. “Is that my shirt?”, 10. “Princess, you don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.”, 19. “Are you jealous?”
Requested by: @breanna-schmal23

You laid sleeping next to your boyfriend, Alec, as he just stared at you. He couldn’t help, but to look at how beautiful you were in just your natural state. Your hair was thrown everywhere and he couldn’t even see your eyes, but he couldn’t help but think about how beautiful you were.

You fluttered your eyes open to see him staring and you smile, cuddling up to him. “Do you see something you like?” You mumbled into his neck.

He tightened his arms around you and kissed your cheek. “You look gorgeous.” He whispered.

You laughed. “I look a mess. My hair is and a mess and-” he cut you off by kissing you sweetly. When he pulled away you just smiled. He always made you so happy. He gave you the most pleasurable feeing in your chest.

“I love you.” You say and kiss his cheek.

“I love you too, Angel.” He said, his arms still tightly around you. “We should get up and work.” He added.

“Yeah,” you said bitter sweetly. “We should.”

You both say that a moment longer before you both went to get up, still bare from the night before.

After each of your got ready you headed downstairs. “Is that my shirt?” Alec asked with a smirk on his face as you too entered the main room.

You blushed slightly. “Maybe.”

He grabbed your hips and pulled you close for a kiss on your forehead. “You’re adorable.” He said before walking off to work, leaving you grinning.

Today, you had a mission with Isabelle. You two headed out. Isabelle was the distraction as always. The plan was for you to enter the building from the backdoor as Isabelle distracted the man in the front. As soon as you walked into the back alley, someone grabbed you from behind and covered your mouth, making you drop your blade.

You bit the hand and fought your way free. You grabbed your blade from the ground and turned around slamming the person against the wall, about to push the blade towards them when you seen who it was. “Blake?” You ask.

Your ex boyfriend smirked at you. “Princess, you don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

He grabbed your arm and you pulled away from him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“You shouldn’t be here.” He said.

“You shouldn’t be here, Blake.” You said.

He just looked at you. “You know you miss me, baby.”

You cringed. “You don’t get to call me that.”

“You use to love it. You use to love when I did a lot of things.” He said as he got closer to you. You backed away from him but he just kept coming until you hit the wall behind you. He put his arms on either side of you. “You use to like when we were in this position.” He said.

“Blake, move.” You said trying to push him, but he didn’t budge.

“You use to like when I kissed you.” He said, leaning in.

“Fuck you.” You spit before kneeing him in the groin. He crouched over in pain at your feet and you kicked him, rolling on to his back. “You don’t touch me. You don’t fucking touch me.” You said before kicking him one more time.

After that, the mission went as planned. You didn’t mention it to Izzy. You just said You were sorry for taking so long. After you got to the institute, you almost tripped because of who was there. “What the fuck,” you mumbled.

“What?” Izzy asked.

You sighed in anger and walked up to your room, but someone stopped you in the hallway by grabbing your wrist. “If you touch me one more fucking-” you started, but it wasn’t Blake who had stopped you. It was Alec and Izzy not far behind.

“Who fucking touched you?” Alec asked furiously.

Izzy looked at you with a worried look before looking over at Blake. Alec was fuming and followed Izzy’s gaze. He began to walk off. “Alec, wait!” You said running after him.

“Did you touch my girlfriend?” Alec asked Blake furiously.

“Depends. Who’s your girlfriend?” Blake said with a smirk.

Alec grinded his teeth and he lifted his arm about the time you stepped in front him, making him immediately calm a little bit.

“Ohhh.” Blake said, realizing who Alec’s girlfriend is. “Y/N is your girlfriend. Sorry, bro, but we have a bit of a connection that just can’t be avoided.”

Alec’s eyes raged with fury. “Y/N, who is this guy?”

You swallowed. “My ex.”

He looked at you and raised his eyebrows and Blake started laughing. “Are you jealous?” Blake asked.

Then, Alec chuckled. “You tell me.” He said. You closed your eyes, flinching because you just knew Alec was going to hit him. But, instead of that, he kissed you. You kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his neck. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Alec pulled away from the kiss. “See you later.” Alec said to Blake and walked away, still holding you as he carried you up to your shared room.


“Bridgeport looks so pretty from here,” Madeleine sighs as she gazes through a pair of coin operated binoculars. “So many hopes and dreams wrapped up in one beautiful little place. Don’t you just love it?”

“Yeah, it’s gorgeous,” Westley murmurs, but his eyes remain locked on an entirely different view.

Glancing over, Madeleine blushes and reaches out for his hand. “Take a picture with me?” she asks. “I want to remember this day forever.”

Westley laughs but allows himself to be pulled into the shot. “Forever is a really long time,” he says, smiling as Maddie rests her head against his shoulder.

“Exactly,” she replies in an exuberant tone of voice. “Now say cheese!”

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Grief- Carl Grimes

Plot/Request: @spookytils requested- “yo so fuck tonight’s episode amirite? lmao. can you maybe do a carlxreader where the reader is glenn’s little sister and carl has to help her after she witnesses her brothers murder? pleaseee? your writing is gorgeous, darling! thanks! 💛”

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You were motionless, dried tears masking your expressionless face. 

Glenn, your protective older brother, was dead. The man who delivered pizzas to save up for the video games you’d play together, the brother who protected you from your asshole mother. He was the reason you’d survived this long.

But now he was just gone. His skull bashed–

You couldn’t even think about it. 

An arm snaked around your shoulders, but you barely felt it. 

“(Y/N)?” Carl asked, turning your face to look at him. You sniffed softly, but that was it. 

He sighed, letting you fall back into his arms. This time you could feel your own arms wrap around his body, your face stuffed into his chest. 

“It’ll be ok, (Y/N).” He mumbled, but there was sadness evident in his voice. “I got you.” 

My Most Popular Imagines:

Hey lovelies, so while I work on the next one-shot, I thought that I’d make a post containing some of my most popular imagines for you to read. Since I haven’t posted anything in a while, (and I can see by the amount of notes that everyone really loved these one-shots), I thought these would hold you down for another day or two! Enjoy! 



2 AM 



Raindrop (series)

Gorgeous (series) 



It’s Just Me 


Finding Him Drunk




Guardian Angel

Flirting  (part two) 

Did I Say That Out Loud? 

Body Swap