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anonymous asked:

OOOOH OKAY! What about Cor with a super girly princess-y daughter with absolutely no interest in fighting??? What about the BROS?! *Prompto at tea time!!!* :'D You know he'd be the first one to slip on a tutu and sip tea with his princess daughter! *loves*

Haha, I love this! Okay- short drabble time :D (Cor’s is the longest because I had to set the scene haha). Also, all these baby girls are below the age of 14 so they are all quite young and adorable still. Feel free to send in another request if you’d like older!daughters interacting with their dads :D

Cor: When Cor’s partner falls pregnant, everyone in the Crownsguard just assumes that it’s within the world’s natural order that Cor should have a son. You know, so that he could be Cor’s living legacy once the ‘Immortal’ is finally proved mortal. Even when Cor discreetly starts flashing around baby pictures of his precious little girl, the palace staff, Crownsguard, and even the Kingsglaive all decide that- yes, Cor’s little girl is going to be a powerful, headstrong young warrior woman.

However, one day when Cor brings his six year old girl with him to the Citadel, everyone is rendered absolutely speechless. Cor is holding the hand of a tiny girl, whose head comes barely past his knee, and this little girl is decked out in various shades of pinks and light purples. She’s wearing a frilly pink skirt and a purple button-up blouse with black leggings. Her shoes are shiny little mary janes and her long brown hair falls in perfect waves down her back.

She’s brought to the Crownsguard training room, as Cor needs to run through a few combat drills with his pupils. He helps his daughter settle down on a nearby bench where he can keep an eye on her, and makes her promise that she won’t wander off. She plants a kiss on his stubbly cheek and pinky promises with the Crownsguard marshal that, yes, she will be a good girl and that, yes, she will stay put and play with her dolls on the bench.

As Cor presses a swift kiss to his precious daughter’s forehead, a few of the younger Crownsguard have a chuckle at the expense of their marshal. No one had expected Cor to be such a doting father. Any residual mirth within the training room is put to rest when Cor begins the drills. The harsh, metallic clashes of weaponry ring harshly throughout the echo-prone room. Grunts and gasps of exertion are commonplace and the occasional pained yell from a stray hit by a real weapon isn’t unheard of. That’s what training was for.

Cor is transported into another plane of existence when he fights- he loves the feeling of his blood rushing through his veins, the thrill of blocking and parrying an oncoming attack that could potentially be the end of him… He even loves the painful and proud feelings he experiences when one of the younger Crownsguard manages to land a hard blow on his shoulder. There is hope for this lot yet. Cor lets out a small grunt of pain before lashing out with his katana at the young man, only to freeze as a familiar distressed cry reaches his ears.

“CEASE!” Cor shouts immediately, and all movement is terminated within the room with a scary aura of discipline. Cor whirls around so that he’s facing his daughter, and his heart breaks a little at how she’s clasping tightly onto the edges of her skirt, her breath hitching terribly frequently as her chest rises and falls with each shallow breath she takes. Cor immediately rushes over to his distressed daughter and whisks her shaking form into his strong embrace. “What’s wrong angel?” Cor’s stern demeanour has completely flipped and everyone around the father and daughter are extremely confused.

Cor’s little girl sniffles and snuggles into her father’s chest, throwing her skinny arms around his sweaty neck. “Everyone’s fighting! I’m scared!” Cor sighs and presses another kiss to his daughter’s cheek and sways her back and forth in his arms in an attempt to calm his little angel down.

Cor is absolutely sure now that his little girl will probably never touch a katana. He’s can’t say he’s disappointed in that fact though.

At least she’ll be safe from the horrors of the battlefield.

Noctis: Noctis is low-key over the moon that his baby princess wants nothing to do with the toy swords that Gladio bought her on her third birthday. Noctis’ s/o does insist that their daughter receives some self-defence training, but it’s clear that Noctis’ daughter abhors every second of it. She comes home in tears after each and every one of her weekly lessons with Gladio- though Gladio insists that he wasn’t pushing her anywhere near as hard as he used to push Noct.

On the days where Noctis’ sweet princess does complete her self-defence training, she has a hard time falling asleep. Noctis worries about this because… shouldn’t it work the other way around? The kid should be tired after a tiring day, so she should fall asleep the instant her head hits the pillow… right? That’s not the case here- Noctis’ daughter is almost always kept up by nightmares usually pertaining to being injured by a monster, or not being able to help her mummy or daddy during a tough fight for survival.

These terrible nightmares persist even into her early teenage years, and Noctis always makes sure to leave his bedroom door slightly ajar. He and his s/o make sure that on the days their daughter has training, they do not try to do anything… unbecoming, in case they unwittingly scare their daughter even further. On nights where Noctis’ daughter quietly sneaks into their room, she knows that her father’s conveniently fallen asleep in the centre of the large bed, leaving her plenty of room to snuggle into her father’s side.

Being the deep sleeper he is, Noctis never wakes up at the slight movements, but during the course of the night, he does find himself draping a protective arm over his daughter’s back. Noctis’ s/o has taken many pictures of the close father and daughter, laying asleep side-by-side… both fast asleep like the princesses they both are.

Prompto: Prompto’s s/o is beginning to think that their boyfriend is a little too ready to indulge their baby girl in whatever she desires. She wants a new doll? Prompto’s driving off to the toy store in a jiffy, calling Noctis to ask him whether his god-daughter wants a doll too (because he can’t treat his daughter differently to his god-daughter- they’re equally loved by this sunshine man).

Baby Argentum wants some sweets? Prompto ends up at Ignis’ door step 5:30 am, sweaty from his regular morning run and pleading with his clear blue eyes until Ignis relents and whips up a quick batch of naturally sweet, yet healthy breakfast muffins. Ignis’ prim and proper daughter secretly loves it when Prompto wakes the entire household up so early in the morning- she enjoys sweets just as much as the next kid!

And by the Six, when Prompto’s little girl wants to play princess tea party with her three god-sisters… Prompto is so ready to take on the role of presiding Queen of the Tea Party. He even lets the girls dress him in the most obnoxious pink tutu skirt one could ever hope to find. Letting the girls finish the look with haphazardly painted red lips and a copious amount of pink blush, Prompto hardly cares that Noctis, Ignis and Gladio stand as FAR AWAY AS POSSIBLE from the tea party shenanigans whilst judging him. Hard.

This sunshine man will do anything for his girl, and all his bro’s girls too, because he loves them an incredible amount. And he absolutely, positively supports his baby 100% when she outright refuses to hold a gun in her hand. That means that he can be her hero, and have an excuse to protect his little girl forever.

Gladio: Gladio’s upset at first when he realises that his baby girl is averse to fighting and learning about combat. He does manage to convince her to learn how to protect herself in the face of unexpected adversity, but those light hearted lessons usually end in tears. Feeling guilty, Gladiolus Amicitia would do ANYTHING to see his baby girl smile again. And so, whilst swearing his baby girl to secrecy, he lets his seven year old braid his hair.

Over and over and over again. (Gladio’s s/o has pictures of Gladio’s haphazard braids, but he doesn’t know that *winky face*).

Gladiolus absolutely HAS to take a picture of his baby girl’s daily outfits. He adores the fact that she loves bright, happy colours, and the fact that she proudly wears her weekly favourite colour coordinated with the traditional blacks and greys of the Lucian culture. If at any point in time, his daughter’s clothes need mending, he immediately commissions Ignis to patch up his daughter’s favourite clothes. Ignis usually takes the opportunity to patch up his own daughter’s clothes as well.

One very endearing habit Gladio has formed has everything to do with keeping close to his daughter, no matter the time or place. Gladio sleeps best when his daughter is snoring softly atop his chest. Gladio’s s/o always jests that their daughter has inherited Gladio’s snoring, but Gladio finds everything to do with his tiny, pretty daughter absolutely adorable.

Gladio low-key panics when his daughter is nowhere in sight- so when it does eventually come time for his daughter to start attending school with the rest of his god-daughters, Gladio is actually the most distraught out of all the chocobros. The way Gladio takes his daughter up into his arms, even when she eventually grows into a young lady, is absolutely heart-warming.

The way the father and daughter pair smile at each other after a few hours apart could melt even the coldest of hearts.

Ignis: Ignis’ daughter is prim and proper. She always has her hair in a braid, with a wispy side fringe framing her stunning face. Her moss green eyes are filled with intelligence, even at a young age, and she absolutely cannot leave the house unless she’s decked out in a plaid skirt, black stockings and a prettily embroided jacket or pullover. Despite his inability to see, Ignis has suffered through many finger pricks to perfect his little girl’s choice clothing.

Ignis is in charge of many things around the household, but his s/o MUST be the one to do their daughter’s hair. Once, Ignis had tried, and the whole ordeal ended in tears. Apparently, he had done a very poor job at braiding his girl’s long straight tawny brown hair, and her god sisters had made fun of her all day. Feeling sorry for the whole ordeal, Ignis cancelled all of his attendances to meetings and simply rocked his precious daughter in his favourite chair begging for forgiveness as she sniffled quietly into her papa’s chest.

Ignis, like Noctis and Gladio, insists on self-defence training for his daughter. But then he withdraws her from the program completely after a year, when she develops bed wetting tendencies from the nightmares she has about fighting. Ignis’ s/o feels like Ignis coddles their daughter way too much, but Ignis will hear none of it as he cradles his daughter’s distraught and tired body against his during the night, stroking her back gently to lull her into a peaceful sleep.

His daughter is his kitchen assistant. He will usually ask his baby girl to use the plastic peeler to remove the skins off of potatoes and various vegetables. He will hold his daughter in his arms as he stirs his meals expertly, rattling off cooking tips and tricks while she hums in amazement at how much her smart papa knows.

Ignis is self-sufficient and enjoys his independence. He doesn’t like it when people coddle him or try to mother him. But when his daughter offers to tidy up the kitchen after cooking a meal, or offers to read him a children’s book, or even offers to help him cross the road- he lets her do exactly as she wishes. He likes to tell the other chocobros that it is because he wants his girl to grow into a responsible and caring woman- but deep down he just wants to be the man his girl drops everything for until she outgrows him and starts to prioritise some unknown young man’s whims over his own fatherly wishes.

anonymous asked:

I'm looking to revamp my wardrobe and I was wondering if you had some staples every 20 year old girl should have?

Here is a list of items similar to ones I wear weekly. These items are super versatile and make great staple pieces in any wardrobe. They are super easy to mix and match, creating a ton of looks, and you can use different accessories to style them. I’ve tried to make this list affordable, with all items under $100:


White sneakers 

Black lace up heels (I have these in two colors, on sale currently)

Simple sandals

Brown booties

Workout sneakers


Ripped skinny jeans

Dark wash skinny jeans

White jeans (I wear white jeans so often)

Denim shorts

Black skirt

Black leggings


White tee (Great staple piece)

Black tee

Navy and white striped tee

Fun graphic tee

Chambray button down

Black sleeveless top (good for going out)


Shirt dress (this one is super fun)

Black dress

White sundress


Structured blazer (good for work and presentations, I’ve needed a blazer countless times in college)

Down jacket (depending on weather where you live)

Jean Jacket

Cardigan (this one is super cute with a bottom ruffle detail, cute for internships)


Canvas tote

Black crossbody

Aviator sunglasses

Simple gold initial necklace

tuffponyboy-deactivated20170417  asked:

random sodapop headcanons (i love you!)

i love you too (,:

okay here are a few soda headcanons!

  • his jackets always smell like perfume from lending them to girls (i think i’ve talked about this one before)
  • spends every waking hour trying to convince darry to let him get a dog. he and pony gang up on him and drag him to the animal shelter weekly. 
  • wears his dad’s wedding band to remember him 
  • when he was still in school, he was totally that guy who would know literally everyone’s name and make a point to say hi or wave to them in the hallways 
Darry Headcannons

- he can play the piano

- he likes being called superman

- when he was a freshman he tried
pot a few times and he liked it until Soda caught him and he stopped

- Soda never told anyone about it, and neither did Darry but they laugh about it together sometimes because Darry thought he was the shit (he is the shit tho lmao)

- once he babysat Two-Bit’s little sister and he painted her nails for her better than they’d ever been done before

- he’s a great dancer

- instead of “playing school” when they were little, Two-Bit and Darry did their own weekly wether report wearing Mr. Curtis’s dressy jackets at the living room table

- when Ponyboy is 15 and comes home pretty late from his first date, he lets it slide and Ponyboy tells him all about it

- he slips books he thinks Pony will like into Pony’s room

- he used to help Soda with his homework every day

- Darry wasn’t a serious student and always joked around and never tried until 5th grade, when his scary teacher (who was a little old lady who wore red lipstick every day; her name was Mrs. Clarke) whipped him into shape

- he and Dallas got along really well

- when Steve got pissed at Evie this one time, Darry made him walk to her house and apologize because ‘Evie is a quality girl and a dumbass like you won’t land one like her ever again’

- he is an expert fly catcher

- terrified of big snakes, even at the zoo

- he cried after the last episode of ‘i love Lucy’ and only Johnny knows

- he actually likes Soda’s green pancakes

- once after a rumble, he was stitching Dallas up and Dal started crying because it hurt so bad but Darry never told anyone and pretended not to notice

In Every Way | A Harry/Pansy Ficlet for @somebluenovember

It took Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter one year, three months, and seventeen days to break up after the Battle of Hogwarts.  It would have happened sooner, but with Ginny at Hogwarts for most of the year the way their goals were so different didn’t become a problem at first.   She wanted to play professional Quidditch, was good enough to play professional Quidditch,  and had every intention of doing just that. It wasn’t that she didn’t love Harry; she just loved her own life more.  

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thisbloodycat  asked:

Hey, darling <3 I've been going through your fab rec posts looking for fics built around a bet. If you have others though, I'd love to see one of your rec posts on fics where wagers are a major plot device -- I'm determined to bookmark them all, you see, like the crazy hoarder that I am :) Please, please, pretty please, and a million thank yous?

My dear thisbloodycat​! I do have quite a few and I’m giving you all of them (at least the ones that are properly tagged in my spreadsheet) but I suspect both that you’ll have read a lot of these already and that there are many more of them to be had. But I still have them! Here, in list form, for your enjoyment <3

Drarry Bets & Wagers Recs

All Bets Are Off by kjp013 - NC-17, 2.5k - Harry loses a Quidditch match and he’s mad. He needs answers and knows exactly who to get them from. 

The Bet by firethesound - PG-13, 6k - Really, Harry should have known better than to make any sort of bet with a Slytherin.

check this hand ‘cause I’m marvelous by lumosed_quill - NC-17, 8k - Harry’s had a crush on Malfoy for months now. But it will take a barfull of his friends, some Firewhiskey, wagers made on his behalf, and Malfoy himself to get him to act on it

A Dare is a Wish (Your Heart Makes) by bloodisshrp - G, 12.5k - Draco waits as Blaise takes his time, downing Pansy’s shot and leaningback in his chair with his arms crossed behind his head, “I dare you to seduce a man of my choosing.” “A dare, Blaise, really? Are we twelve again?” Draco smirks, ignoring the slight interest he feels in the dare. It has been quite a while since he last faced a challenge. 

Fusion by lovely_slyth - NC-17, 3.5k - Holiday smut.

Game of Cards by shim_raya - NC-17, 3k - This time, their traditional poker night could take a whole new turn.

My Universe Will Never Be The Same by undrsomestairs - R, 12k - When Draco accepts a dare to spend a year without his parents’ fortune, he doesn’t expect to have any problems. He learns fast that earning your living is harder than it looks. Meanwhile, Quidditch team owner and entrepreneur Harry Potter is looking for a personal assistant. Draco gets the job, and Harry finds himself wanting more from his assistant than he’d originally planned. The feeling is definitely mutual.

Pantie Idolatry by furiosity - NC-17, 4.5k - In which Harry loses a bet and has to pose for Witch Weekly. Wearing lacy underthings.

Parapraxis by pasdexcuses - R, 19k - Malfoy would never admit it, yet losing the Remembrall was a blessing in disguise. Or maybe a curse. But that was not the point here. The point was, the Snitch didn’t get involved until third year. Before, there was the Remembrall. 

Punishment by Cheryl Dyson - NC-17, 15.5k - Harry loses an impromptu wager with unforeseen consequences that open doors neither he nor Draco Malfoy had known existed.

Rematch by Cheryl Dyson - NC-17, 4k - Harry can’t accept it when Draco finally beats him to the Snitch. Mature content warning, etc. 

Responsible by Lokifan - NC-17, 4k - Draco wants to play. He isn’t expecting Harry to bring out a potion for him to take - one to inspire mindless, desperate lust.

Starts With a Spin by Maxine - NC-17, 120k - It started with the spin of a bottle, and now Harry and Draco have gotten themselves so far into their own game there’s almost no way out again. Except to keep playing.

Taking It by slashedsilver - NC-17, 1.5k - It was Malfoy’s fault for losing the bet

A Touch of Silk by raitala - NC-17, 3.5k - Harry has won a bet and Draco Malfoy has to serve him afternoon tea while wearing a dress. This should be amusing, Harry thinks.

We Are Young (I’ll Carry You Home Tonight) by femmequixotic - NC-17, 69k - Harry and Draco have been falling into bed on and off again since the last election five years ago, much to the amusement–and financial gain–of their circle of friends.

Come Away With Me (1/1)

Authors Note: In celebration of the birthday of my dear dear friend kat2609​. You bring the fandom joy and positivity, and intelligent, romantic, humorous and sometimes silly fics. I hope this brings you some joy, you ray of Australian sunshine. Happy Birthdee, enjoy this prezzie with a cuppa, and I hope your fam takes you out to the resto for din din and cab sav. Oh sh*t. I dunno if I did that right. If I’m wrong, blame these guys.

Summary: Emma Swan reluctantly agrees to go on tour with another popular rock artist, Killian Jones - a man she believes to be self-centered and shallow. In the long months on the road, she rediscovers parts of herself she thought she had lost forever while she learns that first impressions can sometimes be wrong.

Rated: Somewhere between T and M. 


It doesn’t happen overnight, it happens subtly. Over years of small disappointments, of broken dreams.

That little room inside of you closes up. The place that allows you to hope, that allows you to dream. That allows you to let someone take you by the hand and simply give you something you need, without asking for it.

With time, and years, you can learn to crack open that door and let the light in. Emma Swan had found that - in fact - there was a place in the world for her dreams. Hope?… No. No place for that. Hoping and wishing had gotten her nowhere. Life was no fairy tale. She hadn’t wished herself onto the Top 40. She hadn’t been given a deal with Storybrooke Records by hoping for it, as she lay in bed at night. She had worked hard for it. She had made things happen for herself.

If there was one thing Emma had learned – nothing good came for free. There was always a catch.

As Emma leaned against her window that afternoon, she blew out an exasperated breath as she tried to explain this to Ruby. She was trying to be reasonable but she was feeling edgy. It didn’t help that her paltry dinner of salad and a micro-sized bun had barely sated her. If the paps hadn’t been trained on her the whole meal, she might have ordered the cheeseburger. And maybe some fries. And perhaps the triple chocolate cake with ice cream.

But her apartment was frustratingly devoid of food. It was empty, save for the presence of her best friend and agent, who had been imploring her to “see reason” for the last hour.


“Have you seen the terms his agent put forward?”

Emma backed away from the window, and crossed the sparsely furnished living room to sit next to Ruby at the kitchen island. “How long have we been friends? When have I ever not been up front with my intentions? I love you Ruby, but you need to let this thing go.”

“You don’t even know him.”

“You’re right. And from all I’ve heard, I’d rather not, thank you.”

In fact, she had met him. Once. At the GQ Grammys after-party. Spiraling off of a crowd of tittering admirers, he had sauntered over to her with the air of a man who is never denied an audience. He probably thought all he needed to do was make a show of his Armani suit and perfectly-styled hair and she’d be like the rest of those idiots. She had closed off the minute he had addressed her as “love.” She didn’t care to relive the conversation.

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imagine dating nate maloley

-hugging him
-seeing him shirtless 24/7
-him giving you piggyback rides
-spending your holidays with him
-kissing him everywhere
-seeing him smile
-hearing him sing to you
-cuddling in bed
-going on tours with him
-meeting his fans
-hanging out with him when he’s with his friends
-him teaching you how to ride a skateboard
-him calling you babygirl
-having sex weekly
-wearing his hats
-going on long walks and talking about your future together
-wearing his merch
-makeout sessions
-getting matching tattoos

We could make this, like, a regular thing… The criminals that you hunt for a living, I brunch with them. Think about it. I could be the ace up your sleeve. My brains, his brawn, your… everything else. The three of us could take down anybody we wanted. We could make it, like, a weekly thing. I could wear a hat of some kind. I think people would be into that. What do you say?

Rich Dotcom to Jane and Weller