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Season 4 Trailer- Posted Friday, April 7, 2017 at 12:00 pm

Season 4 Trailer reversed

Some great things about the BoM workshop
  • The clip on ties
  •  The white sneakers
  • The guys wearing skirts as dresses
  • Rory as Elder Cunningham’s dad
  • That one guy that keeps losing his clip on tie throughout the show
  • Kevin’s rant to Gotswana in the doctor’s office 
  • “I know the Book of Mormon intimately” “You can say that again”
  • The elder who steps over Mafala’s giant fake penis 
  • The entirety of Spooky Mormon Hell Dream without costumes + the poorly made Josh Gad cut out 
  • Kevin’s clip on tie awkwardly clipped to the side of his shirt for the remainder of the show 
  • “Don’t talk to me, and DON’T TOUCH ME!” *immediately and smiles and puts arms around each other as the mission president walks in*
5

That’s all you need, boys. (x)

Imagine Cream and Shadow being penpals.

Shadow is into it because they didn’t had internet back then and Maria used to send and receive cute letters all the time to friends and relatives, sometimes giving them in hand. He missed having someone to send them to. He’s fascinated by them and how someone can create such a beautiful and meaningful gift for someone.

Cream gave him one day a thank you letter for having saved the world. Now she usually sends pressed flowers that he loves because they had none in the ARK, relaxing tea for when he has a bad day and lots of drawings. She also adds to them bookmarks from the moment she learned he loves reading, and more personal gifts she likes to share with him like origami figurines and her favourite chewing gum.

Shadow, on the other hand, includes way more content, from longer and tidier letters to more gifts. It’s uncommon for him to send handmade gifts, being more driven to send photos of beautiful places he goes to, childish-like stickers she might like, washi tape or any other crafting gifts. He also sends hair ties, hair clips, etc. Her favourite ones are a pair that have cute dinosaurs from a natural museum gift store he once went to.

At first Vanilla was wary of this new habit of Cream, but now she trusts Shadow more after knowing him through those letters.

cassiandnesta  asked:

Could you do more az+elain+lucien hcs?

YES YES YES YES.

-Az’s favorite thing about Lucien is his sense of humor. they’re both wry and sarcastic.

-but how can they not love Elain’s puns? she’s the queen of bad puns and also the queen at laughing hysterically at her bad puns.

-Elain calls Lucien “Lucy” when she’s drunk. Azriel calls him “Foxy” when he’s drunk. but when Lucien gets drunk he can barely get a word out without slurring it beyond recognition, so Elain becomes “‘Lain” and Azriel becomes “'Zreel.” (sometimes he just says Elly and Azzy, but only if he’s absolutely plastered.)

-speaking of drinking, they go out all the time. Elain loves to dress up and dance and drink. Az loves to sit by the bar nursing a scotch and watching Elain and Lucien’s cheeks get flushed with drink and dance.

-by the end of the night, they always end up pulling Az onto the dance floor, sandwiched between them.

-Lucien had a surprisingly low tolerance. so when he gets drunk, he gets DRUNK. he plants sloppy, wet kisses all over Azriel’s face and somehow finds a way to braid Elain’s hair.

-Azriel sometimes has to carry Lucien home.

-they’re the Ultimate Pet Parents.

-they have two dogs, three cats, a bunny, a bird, and a snake. Elain is that S.O. that’s always bringing more rescues home.
“I saw this kitty by the road today. She needs a home!”
Azriel: “Elain, we have a full house!”
Elain: “But look at her cute face! You can’t throw this face out, Az!”
Lucien: “Yeah, Az! Look at her cute face!”
Azriel: “….fine. But I’m not dealing with taking care of it.”

-of course Az ends up taking care of the animals. (but he loves it so it’s okay.)

-AZ’s favorite thing in the morning is watching Elain and Lucien do their hair. they share hair bands and ties and clips and sometimes they do each other’s.
Elain: “Lucien, can you help me with this braid? I want it to go over my bun…yeah like that!”
Lucien: “That looks gorgeous, babe. Can you clip this piece back for me?”
Azriel: *smirking in the doorway*
Elain: “You know, your hair could use some work, too.”
Lucien: “Yeah, bat. Come over here and let me put some of this mousse in.”
Azriel: “Ummmm no thanks.”
Elain: “Cmon, Az, babe, pretty boy. Let us do you hair.”
They proceed to chase him around the house with palms full of mousse and gel.

-Az!!! Plays!!! The guitar!!!!

-Lucien finds out first when he stumbles upon the Illyrian strumming a lovely tune in their apartment alone one day. Lucien stands still for a while, letting the music wash over him and fill him up with warmth and happiness and love and light.

-When the song finishes, Azriel looks up and is startled to see Lucien in the doorway. Az blushes profusely and stammers about how bad he is and how it’s just a silly little hobby. Lucien strides towards him and cuts Az’s protesting off with a kiss, long and deep and loving.
“It’s beautiful.”

-They decide to write a song for Elain for her next birthday, since Lucien has a semi-decent voice.

-She sobs the entire time.

Today, I fucked up by saving a lobster.

I’ve been working at a sea food department in a supermarket for the last couple months and for the most part I’ve enjoyed my job. The customers treat me kindly and although the pay isn’t that great, I manage to make ends meet. My warm feelings towards my job changed when I met a lobster I would later name Lucifer. I’m in charge of bringing in the lobsters and changing the ties on their claws when the they first come on. My first encounter with Lucifer happened when I forgot to tie his claws. That lobster went on to murder two of his comrades and got me in trouble for overlooking procedure. Lobsters are expensive and this cost me some points with my boss. I took note of this particular lobsters features and made sure to send it to his doom when the chance arose.

Days went by and I started to pick up on signs of intelligence from Lucifer. It would stare at me deep in the eye when I poured food into the lobster tank and this somehow got to me. I became convinced of his sentience. I knew from boiling lobsters myself that the process of making them into food is cruel. I love eating meat but something about this lobster made me consider the ethics of killing another being for its food. I started researching lobsters and about how they might feel pain similarly to humans. At night I would have nightmares about boiling Lucifer and hearing it scream like a little girl. I knew the fucker has gotten under my skin so I started to care for him. When people asked for that big lobster, I told them that this one was already sold. It was in a way. Him and I were in on something. I was going to break him out.

I don’t make a lot of money so buying a lobster tank seemed like a stupid idea. So I started saving the money I would usually use on booze and women to get a basic aquarium with all the stuff he needs. I started to get worried about one of my co-workers selling it while I wasn’t there so I told them about my idea and they looked at me like I was retarded. But they sympathized and Lucifer, the double homicidal lobster remained safe. Until yesterday.

I was doing clerk stuff when this guy, a big confident type with an expensive looking watch and smile asked for a lobster. I directed him towards the best option, the recently caught and big as my head. But no. He wanted Lucifer. I told him it was taken. He started to argue and insisted on the lobster. My co-workers sensing a disagreement told me to just sell him the fucking lobster. At that moment something clicked and I realized there was nothing anyone could do to kill my friend. Nothing. So I proceeded to tell him he wasn’t for sale, offered am alternative, and while he called the manager I grabbed Lucifer, RAN to the cash register and overdrew my debit card to get him. My manager fired me but I don’t care, nobody was going to kill something I gave value to. I used my saved up money to get him a tank, clipped the ties off his claws (man, did that feel great!) and am currently researching where the best part of the ocean to drop him off would be. I’m a loser with no friends, no future, and no real idea of what makes him happy. But I’d be dammed if I let some fat fuck and his kids eat my only friend.

TIFU: Internet`s best fucked up stories are here.

emperor-princess  asked:

Bc I love everything you write about him, what are some of your personal fav bakugou headcanons?

oh goodness lmao there’s a a lot

  • Bakugou is the Mom Friend (along with Iida)
  • he is very much Aggressively Kind
  • Best Jeanist suggested he couldn’t do something as delicate and difficult as style hair so Bakugou fucking learned just to spite him and now he’s the GODDAMN BEST HAIRSTYLIST SO FUCK YOU BEST JEANIST
  • also may or may not have learned how to do make up too just b/c
  • the other students often ask him to style their hair (tho some of them refuse to let Bakugou’s hands near their heads). he never refuses them
  • Bakugou’s hands were covered in glitter after styling Aoyama’s hair and he vowed to never style his hair again
  • he asks Momo to make hair ties/hair clips for when he’s styling hair and he always gives her really detailed requests, and she enjoys making what he asks b/c it allows her to practice detail. he does this b/c it’s safer than leaving the dorms to buy hair decorations, or ordering online which an enemy could switch with something dangerous
  • Bakugou rescues kittens and refuses to admit it
  • when he grows up his face stays really young looking and babyfaced. this actually makes him more terrifying
  • his sideburns grow out a little when he’s older
  • he keeps his slight height advantage over Izuku when they grow up. i don’t think he becomes super tall tho, maybe around Aizawa’s height or so
  • he ends up with scars on his arms when he’s older b/c enemies think that the easiest way to incapacitate him is to get rid of his arms
  • he’s Ace
  • tbh i kinda waver between Aro Bakugou and Demi-romantic Bakugou but both are good and i love them both
  • he’s a bit touch sensitive. mostly b/c he just… doesn’t really like being touched. i think part of this is his natural standoff-ish personality, but part of it comes from the fact that his entire body was under the control of that sludge villain in the first chapter, and that must’ve felt really, really invasive and violating
  • he’s got literally perfect beautiful white teeth and he’s never had a cavity in his life ever
  • he’s really good at cooking. probably b/c his mom made him help around the house. probably b/c it’s a good skill to have in general
  • tbh i think that he isn’t really that great at drawing lmao. like i don’t think he’s awful at it, but i don’t think he’s amazing, either. i think he’s like… somewhere in the middle
  • he covers his food with spices and hot sauce and red pepper flakes
  • until proven otherwise, i’m convinced that his room is basically a carbon copy of Izuku’s
  • kid refuses to wear socks. like, he doesn’t even wear ankle socks. this is based on the fact that every image i’ve ever seen of him where we see his ankles from under his pants, he’s just… never wearing socks. maybe he has something against socks. idk. he just never wears them
  • i think he just really likes wearing tank tops b/c he’s almost always wearing one. either to bed, or under his school clothes, or when training, or even in his hero outfit. he just really likes to wear tank tops. particularly dark colored ones. he probably owns like at least a dozen tank tops
  • his palms are like SUPER ROUGH and full of callouses b/c the skin on them is thicker thanks to his quirk
  • his hands probably smell weird b/c of the nitroglycerin-like sweat that comes from them
  • his hair is actually super soft
  • never wears hairspray b/c that stuff is flammable and his quirk causes explosions, so
  • if Bakugou were ever to have romantic feelings for someone, he would try to push them away or hide them b/c he’s 100% focused on his hero career, and he doesn’t wanna be distracted by dumb things like romance. (which makes me laugh b/c i had this headcanon for a long while and then it was confirmed with Uraraka in the latest chapters, lmao)
  • Bakugou Really Likes To Sleep. he’s not a night owl or an early bird. he just. really likes to sleep. this is based on how he woke up at noon during the free day after the festival, and how he went to bed early the first day they got to the dorms
  • Bakugou is naturally talented but he studied like hell to earn his amazing grades
  • he’s that guy in highschool who carried around a giant jug of water
  • he’s an angry crier 
  • he doesn’t really mind the nicknames people have for him, like Kacchan or Lil Baku. idk, they just don’t bother him for some reason??
  • he wore an All Might onsie as a toddler
  • figured out that All Might cussed in english at a young age and emulated him by saying as many swear words as he could in japanese
  • he’s Really Good at english b/c he knew All Might liked to speak in english occasionally so he learned a bit of it

this ended up way longer than i expected it to be lmao. anywhere here’s a collecetion of some of my personal fave Bakugou headcanons

does it count as headcanons if some of these are actually kind of canon

leeshajoy replied to your post “memehill: memecaptainsteverogers: scarletmemewitch: …”

Yes, please do a pouch inventory and tell the Internet.

Good idea! Learn what a hero needs: 

Belt Pouch 1: Cheese pouch. Don’t worry, @falconmemes, whenever we’re not in combat the cheese is in the fridge. Besides, it’s wrapped in wax, that keeps cheese fresh for ages. Also some hardboiled eggs. 

Belt Pouch 2: Normally has crackers, right now has a pair of tweezers that I think belong to Bruce and a hole from one of Bucky’s knives. Note to self: mend pouch 2, buy crackers, return tweezers. He gets terrible splinters after being Hulk.

Belt Pouch 3: Lipsticks (aforementioned, minus the ones various people have claimed), one antique compact (probably Peggy’s), two modern compacts, unidentified powder within. The one with glitter is probably @ladyhawkmemeguy‘s, might be @hawkmemeguy‘s. One bottle of green nail polish. 

Belt Pouch 4: I’m sorry, I’m afraid that’s classified. 

Belt Pouch 5: First aid kit, and it’s good I looked because I am totally out of Spider-man bandaids and they’re very popular. Also assorted hard candies for small children who are upset, Bucky’s lockpicks (I should give those back), and several gelatin sachets. 

Belt Pouch 6: Usually holds a spare ammo clip for Widow’s stings, some hair ties for Thor and Wanda, a polishing cloth for cleaning glasses and goggles, and a lucky Buffalo Nickel from the year I was born. I had to empty it out because last time we were in a fight someone found a kitten and it was the only safe place I could think of to put it. Kitten was adopted out, I think to some accountant in Stark Tower, so I suppose I can go back to collecting hair ties and ammo clips. 

Thigh pouch: Light reading, paperclips for marking pages and also clipping paper should it be required, small American flag for waving as necessary. 

School Matt Mello headcanons

- Mello being the kid who would peanut the hell out of your tie usually so it ripped or knotted so badly you had to buy a new one

- Matt always losing the covers to his exercise books somehow and constantly handing in these ratty pieces of paper at the end of class

- Hiding headphones becoming a contest during class. Matt is currently winning 18-11

- Yoghurt fights

- Detention from the yoghurt fights

- Stained uniforms from the yoghurt fights

- Mello interrupting the teacher to correct him

- Matt then correcting Mello

- ‘I SAW IT ON MYTHBUSTERS ITS TRUE’

- Mello getting his shirt pocketed and ripping the whole of his shirt off with it

- Matt accidentally creating mustard gas in science

- Matt hacking the school server to default to never going to give you up when a browser was opened

- Starting fights with each other and getting moved to opposite ends of the classroom

- Continuing the argument just louder

- Getting sent into the hall, yelling turning into hitting each other with books

- ‘Why are you even fighting’ ‘He said Pluto wasn’t a planet’

youtube

if anyone has not seen this, some v impressive video editing here. better than s2 canon.

The Cuddly Hair Salon (Lafayette X Reader)

(@oakdragon253) Would you please do a Lafayette X reader where the reader braids Laf’s hair?
(Anon) Hey! I really love your writing and I was wondering is you could do an Alexander or A Lafayette one where the reader always wears her hair in a bun and he takes it out and it’s super fluffy??? Please and thank you!
Reader Gender: Female
Notes: time ;) ;) to ;) ;) combine ;) ;) requests ;) bc ;) ;) ;) im ;) ;) extra ;) ;) ;) but thank you anon!! and i got to learn about braiding bc i suck at it ^^” also i tried writing an accent. idk i dont really like it but tell me if its good :) this is possibly my first official fluff btw
Warnings: taking the Lord’s name in vain

Modern Day

You finally tied up your bun, and you put in the last bobby pin that kept down a rogue piece of baby hairs from sticking up. You smiled giddily as you tilted your head in different angles, admiring the slick handiwork in the mirror. You lightly nudged the bun around to make sure that it was secure on the corner of your head, because it would be a disaster if a group of stray hairs puffed out.

Wait.

Ugh.

Spoke too soon.

You groaned out loud and finally walked away from the mirror, not caring that your once extremely slick and perfect updo was now cursed with a flaw. It would only be soon until more pieces started joining the first group into a revolution.

“‘Ello, bien-aimé, I’m home!” A familiar voice chirped up from down the hall. You felt your heart give a small jump as your boyfriend’s voice briefly rang throughout the one-story house. You had the bliss of having a day off from work, whilst your boyfriend got called in to substitute a high school class.

You padded towards the couch where your boyfriend threw himself upon, a pillow on top of his handsome face. You sat down on the other side by his long legs and leaned against the couch, looking out the window that was facing the living room.

“How were the kids? Were they annoying?” you asked, turning slightly towards Lafayette. You could slightly see his face under the pillow, and he groaned.

“They vouldn’t shut up. Literally, only one class did zier work and didn’t mess around.” Lafayette sat up, only to move himself closer to you, lean his head down on top of yours, and to hug your torso close to himself. You involuntarily smiled at how cute your boyfriend was, and leaned your own head on his shoulder.

“Is it the first time you subbed for that class?” you quietly spoke up, talking soothingly for Laf. He loved your voice either way.

“Yes, and hopefully the last time I vill ever go in that classroom. It was my first time at the school too, and the faculty was mean to me during lunch break.” Lafayette pouted. You giggled softly and turned your head, so that your face was covered by his shoulder.

“I’m so tired, (Nickname). Don’t make fun of me.” Lafayette lifted his head from yours, and you looked up. He then proceeded to kiss your forehead, and you closed one eye in protest, sticking your tongue out cutely. Lafayette had to keep in his squeals as he watched your reaction. You were so small and cute compared to him, it sometimes made him feel like a giant.

“I can massage your back if you want or something. I owe you anyways.” Laf nodded and turned around, giving your fingers access to his shoulders.

“Does this mean I have to make dinner, though?” You giggled once more and dug your thumbs hear your boyfriend’s neck.

“Yes, it does.” Concentrating on a particular knot around his shoulder blades, you gave a small kiss behind Laf’s ear.

“But for now, you can just relax and leave it to me.” Lafayette gave a warm smile and leaned into your fingers, your whisper giving him tingles. You gave the best back massages, which made you famous in your friend group.

You worked out the near-top of his shoulders, slowly going up to massage his scalp. You loosened and uncurled the hair tie that kept your boyfriend’s curls in his regular but cute bun, using your fingers to straighten his hair out. Testing out a few strands, you gained a brilliant idea.

“Babe, I’m gonna make you look beautiful.” you spoke up, reaching behind you for the drawer that held your sacred bag of hair things. Lafayette hummed in confusion, mainly because he wasn’t paying attention until your touch left him. You met eyes with Lafayette and shook your magical bag in excitement, the many hair clips and barrettes clinking together. Laf simply gave a tired and amused smile that fit his whole face and turned around, straightening his back.

“Make me as pretty as your French girls, mon amie. I want everyone in the room to be jealous when I walk through zhe doors.” Laf lazily flicked his hair with his hand for dramatic flair, earning an adorable snicker from you. You loved this side of your boyfriend. Usually, he was the loud, passionate man you knew, but sometimes, and only sometimes, he let his soft side come out. He can basically switch from excited and ambitious puppy to lazy and cuddly bear in a matter of minutes.

“Everyone is already jealous of you, especially if I’m in the room.” you playfully bantered back. Handing Lafayette your bag of hair clips, you began to start your masterpiece. You parted several sides of your boyfriend’s hair to mess around with, switching from several different types of braids in each section. Lafayette passed you different colored clips and ties, not going with any general color scheme. You noticed that some of his favorites were the little plastic butterfly and flower barrettes, which you then made a small garden of in the three-strand braid section. You occasionally gave kisses to the back of Lafayette’s neck in rewards for keeping still or to comfort him if you accidentally pulled his hair until it hurt. It might’ve been your imagination, but kissing a particular side of his neck made him quietly whimper. Nice to keep that in mind if you wanted revenge on him for messing around with you.

It took a while, but once you were done, you took a few seconds to take everything in before cracking up into a ball of laughter.

“Is it tat bad?” Laf said, a few chuckles coming out of him as well as he felt around the top of his head. You leaned back a little, forgetting that the edge of the couch existed. You held onto the pillows for your dear life, and laughing more due to your boyfriend’s reaction.

“nO BABE IT’S BEAUTIFUL DON’T WORRY.” you breathed out. Lafayette pulled you up and onto his lap, saving you from your near fall. You caught his lips into a sweet and breathless kiss, breaking it with smile. Lafayette had a dreamy look in his eyes, and you couldn’t help but to hug him tighter around the waist.

“How about I do your hair, then we can both see each other’s masterpieces in the mirror?” Lafayette suggested quietly. You nodded in agreement, and Laf placed more kisses on the bridge of your nose. You giggled, turning and shifting around a little, so that your back was facing your boyfriend, and your legs criss-crossed.

“Lafayette, do you know how to braid?” you meekly asked. Laf began to pull out the hairpins that were the most visible on your head and hummed.

“Well, not exactly, but I’m sure it will all come together in zhe end.” Lafayette replied. You decided to help him out on the many pins, since you nearly used a whole pack to keep everything down.

“Jesus, (Name), how many bobby pins do you have?” Lafayette muttered to himself. You snickered and wiggled a little restlessly in his lap.

“You know that pack of 100 bobby pins that you bought?” you asked. All was quiet and still until Lafayette whispered a soft “Jesus Christ.” You laughed and continued to help your poor boyfriend with your hair. It was a burden that both of you had very voluptuous hair.

It took a while, but soon you deemed your hair bobby pin-free. All of your short hairs were sticking up, and you could tell Lafayette was leaning back a little so the baby hairs wouldn’t get into his mouth.

“Finally.” Lafayette groaned in a joking manner. He began to pull the three hair ties that held what was left of your bun, releasing your massive hair and letting your scalp breathe. The feeling of freedom for the back of your head was amazing, since you tied it very tight. Lafayette was once again silent, and you worried, until you heard a series of kept in giggles which failed to stay inside.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, fixing the hair in front of your face so it didn’t annoy you. You were met with no verbal response, but a cuddly one. Lafayette dug his face into your hair, and you felt his chest heave up in down in laughter.

“Your hair…” Laf said in between gasps. “It’s so… Big. It just… heh.. Poofed up and I just…” You closed your eyes in a playful “mmm boi” expression as Lafayette cuddled you closely, before quickly going back up for air.

“Oh my God, I love you so much (Name).” Lafayette said in a soft, tired voice as he nuzzled into your neck. You felt a random rush of giddiness from the descending crackle from your boyfriend’s remark. You crossed your arms and looked over your shoulder.

“If you were working at a hair salon, then I would immediately send in a complaint about you not doing your job.” you lightheartedly pouted. Laf took this as a chance to lightly turn your chin towards his face, looking into your eyes for a heartbeat before stealing another kiss from you. This one was longer than the others, and you followed his lips as he retracted, letting your back fall into his chest. Lafayette didn’t mind your hair all in your face as he laid his chin on top of your head, and he let the smell of your conditioner to wash away his bad day.

You didn’t actually mind all of the kisses he stole throughout the process of styling your hair, but you did mind him snapping a quick picture of both of your final hairstyles in the mirror.

Today, I fucked up by saving a lobster

I’ve been working at a sea food department in a supermarket for the last couple months and for the most part I’ve enjoyed my job. The customers treat me kindly and although the pay isn’t that great, I manage to make ends meet. My warm feelings towards my job changed when I met a lobster I would later name Lucifer. I’m in charge of bringing in the lobsters and changing the ties on their claws when the they first come on. My first encounter with Lucifer happened when I forgot to tie his claws. That lobster went on to murder two of his comrades and got me in trouble for overlooking procedure. Lobsters are expensive and this cost me some points with my boss. I took note of this particular lobsters features and made sure to send it to his doom when the chance arose.

Days went by and I started to pick up on signs of intelligence from Lucifer. It would stare at me deep in the eye when I poured food into the lobster tank and this somehow got to me. I became convinced of his sentience. I knew from boiling lobsters myself that the process of making them into food is cruel. I love eating meat but something about this lobster made me consider the ethics of killing another being for its food. I started researching lobsters and about how they might feel pain similarly to humans. At night I would have nightmares about boiling Lucifer and hearing it scream like a little girl. I knew the fucker has gotten under my skin so I started to care for him. When people asked for that big lobster, I told them that this one was already sold. It was in a way. Him and I were in on something. I was going to break him out.

I don’t make a lot of money so buying a lobster tank seemed like a stupid idea. So I started saving the money I would usually use on booze and women to get a basic aquarium with all the stuff he needs. I started to get worried about one of my co-workers selling it while I wasn’t there so I told them about my idea and they looked at me like I was retarded. But they sympathized and Lucifer, the double homicidal lobster remained safe. Until yesterday.

I was doing clerk stuff when this guy, a big confident type with an expensive looking watch and smile asked for a lobster. I directed him towards the best option, the recently caught and big as my head. But no. He wanted Lucifer. I told him it was taken. He started to argue and insisted on the lobster. My co-workers sensing a disagreement told me to just sell him the fucking lobster. At that moment something clicked and I realized there was nothing anyone could do to kill my friend. Nothing. So I proceeded to tell him he wasn’t for sale, offered am alternative, and while he called the manager I grabbed Lucifer, RAN to the cash register and overdrew my debit card to get him. My manager fired me but I don’t care, nobody was going to kill something I gave value to. I used my saved up money to get him a tank, clipped the ties off his claws (man, did that feel great!) and am currently researching where the best part of the ocean to drop him off would be. I’m a loser with no friends, no future, and no real idea of what makes him happy. But I’d be dammed if I let some fat fuck and his kids eat my only friend.

TL;DR: lost my job to save a lobster I formed a connection with yet feel great about it because fuck people

anonymous asked:

that bAASIC au with like one of them as a businessman and the other a clumsy af secretary please xx

this one, i wasn’t sure who would be who so, i basically ended up flipping a coin to decide hahaha. sorry this took so long, had a hard time trying to keep focus when i was writing bud, but i hope i did it justice? i think this ended up being more general.

markhyuck as a ‘businessman and the other a clumsy af secretary’ au

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Hair

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Pairing: Tony x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 353

A/N: Day 10 of the Domestic Fluff Challenge! I had to think about this one for a minute, but my sister directed me towards this and I’m so glad! Enjoy the fluff!


Hair was not something that Tony really thought about until he and Y/N moved in together. She didn’t do much, but the flat iron, hair ties, clips, special color shampoo, etc were all new to him. Especially since they took up a sizable portion of the bathroom cabinet. But, he still didn’t really have to concern himself with much other than getting his own hair cut and looking neat - and making sure he wasn’t losing more hair than usual after each shower.

Having a daughter completely changed that for him. It came up in conversation one evening while Y/N was still pregnant with Kate. “You know, you probably should learn how to braid or even brush a girl’s hair into a ponytail.” She stated as she finished smoothing out her own hair.

“Well, won’t you be able to do that?”

“Yeah, but believe me there will be the occasional day where for some reason I’ll be at work or something and it’ll be all you! Here, practice with mine.” Y/N slipped the tie out of her hair and sat in front of him on their bed, handing him the hair brush.

Unfortunately, she was right and there were definitely times that she went to work or was away with friends and it was up to Tony to fix Kate’s hair as she grew into a toddler. He did, however, become very good at it and unbeknownst to Y/N would even look things up online when he was feeling creative, much to little Kate’s delight.

“Katie? Did Daddy do your hair this morning?” Y/N asked when she was giving the little girl breakfast one morning.

The little girl nodded in response. “He look-it up in he’s phone.” The three year old added.

“Oh he did?” Y/N grinned at her daughter’s happiness at what Tony had done with her hair. “Speaking of.” She started as he entered the kitchen.

“Speaking of what?” He looked at his wife confused.

“Oh nothing, just admiring Kate’s hair.” She walked over and kissed his cheek. “Good job babe!”

Tony shrugged. “It was nothing.”

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