well someone had too

I feel like everyone who writes Erik as having started out looking like everybody else and then gotten acid thrown at him or whatever is forgetting the legit, actual thing that existed in the 19th century (and earlier, and now) that could eat someone’s nose off and had a huge social stigma attached


Why do we not have a phic where Erik was a handsome young man who fell in love with someone and contracted syphilis and lost his nose because of that?

I’m ready for a syphilitic!Erik phic

My Dearest Laurens

Prompt: This is written for @pictorch-art and is based off this drawing.

Ship: Lams (OTP: Cold In My Professions, Warm In My FriendShips), with a side of HamLiza

Word Count: 1300

Summary: Alexander is haunted with Survivor’s Guilt. God, he wished for the pain to just go away.

Warnings: Cheating (which is more hinted as it isn’t addressed), mentions and descriptions of death, nightmares, and survivors guilt.

A/N: This was fun to write! I need to do more canon era stuff, if I’m honest. 

P.S: Special thanks to @cuddleduck who provided all my historical knowledge. They had to put up with me asking really stupid questions so yeah, thank you!

“I’m sorry!” He screamed, shaking. His eyes, brown as the earth’s soil, were panicked, scared, albeit hopeful. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, my love.” He repeated the words like a mantra, his gaze darting from his blood covered hands to the single bullet wound that dug itself into his lover’s chest.

“You…” His lover started to say, though coughed, blood now dripping down his chin, dripping onto the once green grass. “You could h-have saved me.”

“Laurens, my dearest Laurens. I tried!” He shouted. Sobs racked his body; tears soaked his cheeks. “I love you, I love you, I love you. Please don’t say that!”

“You did this…” John managed to cough out before falling limp in Alexander’s arms.

“A doctor! He needs a doctor, please!” He shouted, applying pressure to the wound but to no avail. Laurens, his beloved Jacky, had left the world, his eyes lifeless, his body lifeless. “Please!”

Men, both doctors, soldiers, even members of the enemy, suddenly circled Alexander, some laughing, others jeering and pointing.

“Why won’t you help him!” He yelled. “Why? Please, just help him!”

The laughing only increased, getting louder and louder until Alexander couldn’t take it anymore. His vision blurred through the tears and his small frame shook, though he witnessed this nightly.

“It’s just a dream.” He whispered to himself. “Just a dream.”

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I was thinking earlier today that it’ll probably be Noora that Sana talks to about Yousef (similar to how Isak talked to Jonas about Even) so those messages probably mean a chat tomorrow morning between them, potentially about Yousef and how he’s not a Muslim but Sana likes him. Especially since it was to Noora that Sana said that foreshadowey line to (Muslims can only marry other Muslims)



Warning: Nothing but fluff. 

Summary: A trip to Los Angeles is going amazing for Y/N, until she’s too entranced by nature, breaks a bone, and there’s seemingly no one to help her. 

Grayson’s POV

I sat across from Ethan, as he was enthusiastically telling me a story about how he fell down a flight of stairs and got a sick scratch from it. Normally, I’d be excited. Normally

We sat in this cafe, a random one Ethan happened to find with aesthetically pleasing decor, so we decided on breakfast here. In my line of sight, just behind him, a girl sat by herself. I held my breath slightly, a wave of warmth flashing through me and I felt nervous. All I’m doing is looking at her. Her hair shining as the sunlight caught it perfectly. She was engrossed in her book, I could see from here, Pride & Prejudice. 

“Are you even listening?! Hello– Oohh…" 

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30 - Kai Parker

[It may be strange and too long but I came up with an idea of image while I was sleeping)Imagine that Kai comes to real world after 1994, that’s where he meets you. He sees you in cafe where Liv works. He starts to look for you. He observes you.(ofc he likes you) He doesn’t know that Jo is getting married and he thinks this is your wedding So he shows up and tries to prevent it by killing everyone except you But you will stop him. Then will be a cute moment of explanation of his and your feelings]


“Someone has an admire.” Liv sings, I hum and look up.

My eyes scan around and I spot Kai looking at me. Automatically, I touch my face wondering if there’s anything on it.

“What is doing here?” I ask Liv, looking at her. She rolls her eyes.

“Y/N, he’s been coming here for the past week.”

“He has?”

Liv nods. “He just eats a burger, stares at you and draws.”

“He stares at me?”

Liv hums. “Big time.”

My eyebrows raise and I look back at Kai but I pull a confused expression. “Where did he?” I ask Liv, seeing that Kai has vanished.

Liv looks too and shrugs. “I don’t know.”


“Congratulations.” I say again Jo, she smiles. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you, Y/N.” She replies. “But I’m so nervous.”


“I’m getting married, I’m pregnant, my brother is-”

“Jo.” I say. “Calm down, everything is going to be fine.” I reassure with a smile. “Now go and get married.”

“You are too good Y/N.” Jo says, hugging me. “That must be why he likes you.”

“What?” I ask, ending the hug. Jo shakes her head. “Who?”

“Don’t worry.” She says.


“Ric!” I exclaim, running over to him. He chokes on his blood, his wound worsening. “Someone help!” I yell.

“Ric!” Jo gasps, picking up her dress and running down the aisle. Her eyes fill with tears and Damon appears by Ric’s side with blood. “What happened?”

“I don’t know.” I say. “One minute, he was waiting for you and the next he is on the ground with a piece of wood in his stomach.”

Jo looks at Ric and kisses his forehead. “Its going to be ok.” She says softly. Damon feeds Ric his blood and I stand up.

Stepping back, I excuse myself to the restroom to wash my bloody hands. Everyone is freaked out by the whole incident but I know Damon’s blood with heal Ric.

“I don’t get it.”

I scream, looking up and see Kai behind me through the reflection of the mirror. I turn around and give him a confused face. “Kai? What are you doing here?”

“Y/N.” He walks over to me, the light allowing more of his flawless features to show. “I don’t understand, your dress is blue.”

I look down at my blue dress. “My dress is blue because I liked it and bought it.”

Kai frowns with confusion. “But aren’t wedding dresses suppose to be white?”

“Yeah.” I nod, now confused. “But Jo is the the getting married.”

“She is?” Kai asks, his eyebrows raised. I nod. “Oh.”


“I thought you were getting married.”

“Why did you think I was-” I pause and look up at him. “Did you do that to Ric?”

“No.” Kai says with the smile.



“Tell me the truth.” I say, raising a brow.

He sighs and nods. “Fine.” He looks down. “I did do it.”

I smile, glad he was honest. “But why Kai?” I ask. Kai and I have a weird relationship but we talk sometimes.

“Because I thought…."He says, murmuring the last part.


Kai sighs. “I thought, he was marrying you.”

I laugh slightly and Kai bites his lip, embarrassed. “Why did you think that?”

“Because I saw you in the dress the other day.”

“What-” I pause and laugh. “Oh, I only tried on a wedding dress because Jo used me as a model.”

“Oh.” Kai says. “Well I feel stupid now.”

I smile. “Kai, is it true that you go in the cafe everyday just to stare at me?” His cheeks go to little red and I coo over him. “Are that’s cute.”

“I don’t just stare.” He says. “I like the burgers there.”

I hum. “Why do you stare?”

“Because you’re beautiful.” I blush this time and Kai smiles. “And I like looking at you.”

“You’re really sweet-”

“I like you.” Kai blurts out, taking me off guard. I look at him. “I kept feeling different around you so I researched and it said that I had a crush on someone.”

“Well I like you too.”

His face lights up. “Really?”

I nod. “Yep.”

Kai smiles and leans down to kiss me quickly. “Can we go on a date?”

I laugh, holding his hand. “Sure Kai but you need to apologise.”

He pouts, shaking his head. “No, let’s just go. Ric is fine anyway.”

“Kai.” I say. “Apologise.”







“But I don’t know how to.” He admits and I feel my heart melt.

“You’re so cute.” I coo, squeezing his cheeks. Kai moves his face away and I giggle. “What took you so long to talk to me?”

“I was nervous and liked looking at you.” I smile. “You have a beautiful smile.” Blushing, I cover my cheeks with my hands and Kai smiles, kissing me again.


[End of imagine, hope you enjoy it and more imagines will come soon.]



The Nice Guys (2016) - Prompt for very angsty sequel

Healy gets kidnapped and hurt by a dangerous organization they’re investigating on and March loses it completely.

When Holland finally reaches him, it’s up to Jackson to stop him before he gets too far. Feelings (like TONS of them) ensue. (insp.)

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40! 😌

40. “The kids, they ambushed me.”

Louis rifles through the junk drawer in the kitchen. You say that like there’s only one junk drawer, she says to herself, snickering. Well, there is one in particular where you’ll have the best chance of finding an errant sharpie, which is what she’s going for right now.

She shoves aside a bunch of paperclips and a whole lot of scribbles and a few coins, which she – after exactly seven seconds of consideration – does not slip into her own pocket. She’s better than that. Truly, she is.

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Without getting into specific details about my own personal life as it connects to people I know in game, I would like to just say this.

If you decide to give someone I know a hard time for a very shallow reason (like being unfollowed), I will eat you.

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am i late idk brah but can we Talk About key's lookbook dance

can we talk about Key’s lookbook… I want to do nothing but talk about key’s lookbook

Dance: | ✰ | ✰ ✰ | ✰ ✰ ✰ | ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ | ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ (okay im not even lying when I say this performance is my favorite solo from tokyo dome. Jinki’s is a really close second but DAMN i really Really love key’s perfomance of Lookbook he absolutely kills it)

Url:  | ✰ | ✰ ✰ | ✰ ✰ ✰ | ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ | ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ (lasgnlasg adorable)

Icon:   | ✰ | ✰ ✰ | ✰ ✰ ✰ | ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ | ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ (cutest)

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Posts: | ✰ | ✰ ✰ | ✰ ✰ ✰ | ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ | ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ (shinee but specifically jinki who i need more of Constantly)

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Following?: no, but ily | now i am | yes | forever 🌙

Clark Kent One-Shot

Summary: Where Lois Lane is not only an amazing reporter, but also an excellent matchmaker.

Request: Can u…. Write a lil short story…. Where Lois Lane sets up the reader on a date with Clark Kent :-0

Clark Kent was someone you defined as completely unattainable, and as completely unrealistic that sounded, in some sense; it held a bit of the truth. Your love life was never the one to be bragged about, between work at the Daily Planet and managing to get enough sleep each night, dating had no room in your hectic schedule. Yet, you longed for the company, the thought that you could possibly have someone to call your own. This once vague thought had morphed over the months, instead of remaining a nameless and faceless person, it had soon transformed into someone you knew all too well. The emotion had crept in slowly, unbeknownst to you, before hitting you like a sack of bricks. 

You were a new reporter to the Planet, which meant you were stuck with most of the grunt work, a majority of the stories you covered were those that none of the other reporters felt like covering. In the midst of thunderstorms, sleet, hail and other obnoxious weather, you would be out there; in your less than cute raincoat and umbrella, yelling over the strong gusts of wind as you conveyed the severity of the weather to later post on your article. In all honesty, you were completely done with the grunt work, the meaningless stories that readers would hastily skim over without even giving it a second read. The reason you had become a reporter was not to take the meaningless stories and spin them into works of interest, no, you wanted to chase down the scoop of the century; which came in the form of one Kryptonian and alien superhero, Superman. Your dream was practically that of the entire office, every single person in there was itching to get their hands on the one thing that mattered most, Superman’s identity. The dream itself was already flawed, even before it could begin. The hero had remained dutifully out of the public eye for quite some time, where he only allowed his heroic deeds to be documented in the papers. So far, there was no dirt that the company could possibly dig up on him, where he was either really good at not leaving a paper trail or he was not even a person ever documented on Earth—and you were willing to bet the latter. Which was where the conspiracy theories began to surface, the office dedicating a large board to possible ideas about the hero. Most of the workers were willing to assume that he was an alien and some superficial evidence to back up their claims. You were placing your bets on extraterrestrial as well, but skepticism was starting to burn a hole through your idea of the truth. As far as you were concerned, all the aliens that Metropolis as well as the government has ever encountered has been documented on a database, none of those on the database speak of an alien that could possibly change its appearance. Considering the fact that Superman was iconic for not wearing his mask, which means it would be physically impossible for someone on this planet not to recognize him—yet, the entire world was drawing blanks on the mysterious superhero.

A few months into your job, Superman became something that you had placed towards the back of your mind, your brain too busy being preoccupied with another stunner at the office. The way you had met the quite reserved reporter was actually a planned meeting, the two of you having to work on a story together. Going into it, you never really thought much of your partner, sure, he was cute with his dress shirt kind of wrinkled and his tie a bit crooked; but, you were never one to judge. The story was an explosive revolution, exposing the corruption inside the House and the Senate, which caused the two of you to spend lots of nights closely working together. You were unsure when you finally realized that it was him, perhaps it was a few days after he left when you were feeling a bit lightheaded and dizzy in his wake, or was it that time that you bumped him on your way out to lunch; where the brief smell of his faint cologne made you woozy. Before you knew it, you had dived head first into loving him, everything about him soon overcoming you; up to a point where you didn’t know what to do with yourself because of it. There was only one person that you could turn to, for everyone at the office was a bit odd and kept to their own groups. Lois Lane had welcomed you with open arms on your first day, and ever since you had been working at the office has been nothing but kind and considerate towards you. She was practically the sister you never had, the two of you becoming close after a few months of working alongside each other, where you had no objections to sharing your newfound crush with her. However, you soon came to regret your previous actions.

Of course, you had thoughts your feelings were pointless. He was stunning, at least in your eyes, the epitome of everything that a man should be—you, on the other hand, were dull compared to him. Immediately, Lois had smothered your feelings of insecurity, but her comfort soon morphed into an entire new level of pain. An abundance of times, the brunette had told you of her crush on Superman and as silly as it seemed, you couldn’t help but feel your heart grow fond of the hero. Still, as her and Clark were paired up on assignment after assignment to chase down the savior, you could feel your heart sinking at the very thought of them being together. Of course you knew that collaborating on a story together took not only time, but as well as a considerable amount of effort. The pair seemed to spend every waking hour together, from first thing in the morning to long overtime hours in the office. From the beginning, it stung, the constant thought of your best friend and the one you fancied spending a considerable amount of time together. But what really added salt to the wound, was the fact that the pair continued to meet even after the said stories were published. There were no more awkward smiles with him by the printer or the two of you casually making eye contact during lunch, nor was there anymore office gossip with Lois or lunch dates at the cute café down the street. For now, you had kept your emotions intact, salvaging what little self-control you had left, and continued to place that small smile upon your lips. Yet, what had diminished your blockade of stoic defenses was when you had bumped into the pair on your way out of the office. They hadn’t been doing anything special besides talking passionately with one another, but the moment you had glanced into his eyes, the emotions overcame you. The amount of love and fervor in his eyes was too much for your heart to take, which ultimately caused you to leave and console yourself within the woman’s bathroom. You simply could not believe the nerve of her, the one person that you considered to be your best friend and the person you had confided in about that specific secret, where she had the audacity to stab you in the back and take the very man that she swore she would never have feelings for.

In the months following, everything was nothing but sorrowful and painful. Without Lois, your life at the office was considerably plain, which fell into a quite cliché route; wake up, go to work, and go home. It was as if the life had been depleted from you, turning you into nothing but a shell of what you had been. The only thing that seemed to add a bit of color to your life was the occasional appearance of Clark, whom you had continued to feel bubbly around even after the entire ordeal. You noticed, how he would always seem to be lingering by your desk, which would make you go completely out of your way to avoid him. Still, the two of you worked in the same building for crying out loud, it was nearly impossible for you to avoid him completely. Which was why, after avoiding him for nearly a solid couple of weeks, it was nearly a terribly great surprise when the two of you happened to show up together, in the same elevator.

All you wanted was to go home, perhaps a little too much wine to drink that night and maybe oversleep your alarm the next morning, but it won’t matter, because tomorrow was Saturday. The elevator had been empty when you had arrived, the office eerily silent on a perfect date night Friday. While, you were never the one to stay and work late at the office, you were pressed for time on this one article that completely disinterested you. Upon entering the elevator, you had been consumed in your notes, feverishly rereading your notes and half-finished article, much too occupied to notice a foot stopping the elevator door and a figure slipping into the metal box before the doors dinged shut. However, when you finally did notice a second body inside the room, you nearly dropped everything you were carrying. Upon a further inspection, you had taken notice of his distinctly recognizable features, deducing the fact that he was the person that you loathed to see the most. Clearing your throat, you had stepped a couple of inches away from him, pressing yourself closely against the wall as possible. It had been quite a long time since you have studied him from up close, but as you turned away from glancing, his face was forever imprinted in your mind. His hair was neatly held in place, glasses leaning a bit towards his right side, deep in thought blue eyes, his tie still crooked and his shirt still a bit wrinkled. In that moment, you felt the overwhelming urge to kiss him, but thankfully your privacy with him was soon relinquished as the elevator doors signaled their opening. Nibbling harshly on your immature thoughts, you had gathered your things and made your way out the doors, leaving the quite conflicted man in your wake.

“[Y/N], wait,” for someone who was quite reserved and quiet, his voice certainly was not, as it rang out with such clarity and forcefulness as you halted. Mumbling curses under your breath, you had paused for a moment, before resuming your walk towards the entrance of the building. You didn’t make it very far, which was tanks in part to his long legs, had he caught up to and gingerly but strongly held onto your wrist. Before long, you were spun around until you were a mere a few inches away from him, his hand still holding onto your wrist. He stared into your eyes, making you a bit self-conscious as you shied away from his gaze. And while you wanted to shrink away from his presence you were also curious of what he had to say. However, he made no sudden movement to expose his intentions, as he seemed a bit preoccupied with being deep in thought. In that split second, you had decided that whatever he simply had to say was not worth an ounce of your time, as you opened your mouth to tell him of your departures.

“Look, Clark I’ve got t—“

Yet, your timing was simply impeccable, for it had taken him that split second ultimately gather the courage to ask you that meaningful question that has been on his mind ever since he has met you.

“I wanted to ask, if you wanted to go on a date with me?”

As you finally digested what he had to say, you were completely dumbfounded, as you let it show on your face. The urge to kiss him had returned, but you had fought it off in need of an explanation. The ire on your face, was simple enough for the man to continue, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as he attempted to explain. Along the lines of Lois and help, was all you needed to hear before your heart began to swell with adoration. You couldn’t believe how dense you were, how you had let your insecurities play off your fears as you created one huge misunderstanding. After making a mental note reminding yourself to profusely apologize to the brunette tomorrow, you fixated your attention back onto the overwhelmingly anxious man. Boldly, you had slipped your hand into his and gave him a sure by shy smile.

“So, how about I take you up on that offer?”

anonymous asked:

when u have a crush on ur best friend and u dont know if u should ask them out or not and ur scared if they say no itll ruin the friendship

Okay, serious talk here (for once). The only 2 serious crushes I’ve had in my life were my best friends and these were definitely not fun situations. The first was when I was 17, and it was the first time I ever felt anything serious about anybody. I ended up telling them because my emotional stability couldn’t hold up around them anymore, after many many months, and I actually broke down in front of them. And the result of my emotional confession? They turned me down. Amazingly, we stayed best friends tho! (even after a second time I had to admit I still had feelings for them, but that’s not worth talking about). The point here is, I told them and things stayed fine between us! I didn’t exactly feel better, but after a while, I eventually did. It helped that they got a girlfriend soon after (ha, did I say helped? I meant ‘destroyed me’) and that made it so I had to move on. 

Well, the friendship didn’t last, just before I turned 19 I realized how much of an asshole they really were and they’ve been erased from my life, but  that was definitely for the best. I just want you to do what feels right. Relationships that start with friendship are the best (from what I’ve heard) and telling them your feelings shouldn’t ruin things, even if they say no. If they’re a good friend, they’ll still be your friend. You’ll be alright :) ♥♥

- Mod Sparky

Title: Dashing and Handsome (reader x T’Challa)

Summary: Reader meets T’Challa in the tunnel chase, not knowing that they’d ever see him again

Word Count: 1039

A/N: YAS T’CHALLA. I feel like my writing style will not do this beautiful human justice like I just cannot wait for that Black Panther movie, y’all. Enjoy!

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I like this place, boss.

I kind of wish I didn’t see the title, because that’s a fun twist. And it was really cool to see all the little things too, like the broken arrows, and the portals, and etc. A little more tamed since I last drew her I guess.