wine glass candles

‘What the fuck? Don’t take my picture!’

‘Why not, Levi? You look cute when you’re pampering yourself!’

'Erwin, I swear to god, you post that ANYWHERE and I will make you pay.’

’….love you?’

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Not even Levi can resist a good face mask XD

Silly idea I had this morning, had to be done. Kimono loosely referenced from Pinterest, used a fake post generator for the fb content. There may be some retaliation coming Erwin’s way…

Ten Years And Counting

A year ago today, @atticuos send me a Derek Hale fanvideo and that was the start of a beautiful and wonderful friendship (and also the first of many, many videos that she send me). I honestly don’t even know where to begin to describe how important Elisa is to me and how happy she makes me, and I’m just so lucky to have her in my life.

Happy friendaversary, my adorable baby monkey. I love you to the other end of the universe and back a billion times. ♥

As soon as the car door was shut and the sound of the busy city on the other side was reduced to a more muffled sound, Derek sagged back against the driver’s seat, closed his eyes, and let out a heavy and tired sigh, his shoulders losing the tension in them little by little.

It was late. The sun was already going down behind the tall buildings of the city, leaving the sky in a soft pink and orange glow that Derek would probably have been admiring if he wasn’t resting his eyes and considering taking a power nap for just a brief moment. That, and the buildings illuminating the darkening city was blocking out the sunset anyway, so he wouldn’t have been able to see much from the parking lot he was parked in.

That was one of few downsides of living in the city.

Letting out another tired sigh, Derek scrubbed a hand over his face, ran it over his beard (he had let his stubble grow over the years, a few gray hairs joining the darker ones) to fix the wild hairs sticking out, and then grabbed the steering wheel as he turned on the car.

His head was killing him, his brain tired from a long day of having to be around so many people. But, as a history teacher at the community college, that was his job and he liked it. It was the good kind of tired, the kind of tired where he could go home and not feel completely drained and exhausted, the kind of tired where he still had energy to be awake for a few more hours.

He hadn’t felt this relaxed and good in years, and all it had taken was to leave Beacon Hills and his ghosts behind. And, of course, for Stiles to join him in New York, too.

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Every Other Weekend pt. 7

Prompt: After five years of marriage and two kids, you and Bucky decide you can’t make it work anymore.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,681

Warnings: divorce, angst, cheating, language

A/N: TAGGING IS CLOSED. (please message me if you want me to let you know when a new part is posted. i’m more than willing to do that.) there are three songs that i heard AFTER i started this fic that fit so ridiculously well. so check them out if you want:
Confess Cheated Liar

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Originally posted by imaginingbucky

The alcohol coursed through your veins and you felt the swimming feeling in your head. If you weren’t leaning against the bar, you’d have fallen over. “I’m just going to call him.”

“You shouldn’t.” Natasha attempted to be the voice of reason but you shrugged her off. It was the first time since the divorce was granted a month ago that you’d gotten a chance to go out with your friends. Your mom had the kids and you weren’t originally going to go, but Nat practically dragged you out of the house.

“I’m going to.” You nodded, your vision blurry now. “Be back.” Bucky’s number was still on speed dial. With a sigh, and some stumbles, you walked out of the bar and leaned against the brick wall.

The phone rang three times before he picked up. “Hello?” His voice was low, with a tired groan. “Y/N do you know what time it is?”

“Bucky just listen.” You swallowed hard, slurring your words.

“You’re drunk.” He sighed.

“I’m not. Okay, maybe a little. But I have something to tell you.”

“What?” He was growing impatient.

“I love you.” Overwhelmed by emotions, and the four shots you had just downed before making the call, you started to cry. “I miss you so much.”

“Y/N…” Bucky let out a sigh and you heard him shuffle around in bed. “You shouldn’t have called.”

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GODDESS

Rated: M

Genre: Smut

Pairing: You/Jay Park

Word Count: 2.1K

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Happy Valentine’s day @scarletb1tch
I hope you enjoy the story!
This takes place 4 years after the latest Gotham episode. Oswald and have Ed have worked everything out and are secretly dating. This is one of their dates.

 Edward Nygma anxiously ran his fingers over a golden ring encrusted in diamonds, with a ruby in the middle. Ed had spent months on it, robbing several jewelry stores to find the perfect jewels. He was no jeweler, but he was the Riddler, who was smarter than any man. Well that’s what he told himself even if he was proven wrong… a lot.

Edward took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. He watched the sun slowly get lower and lower in the sky.

“Ed are you up there?” A voice asked below a trap door.

Edward almost dropped the ring while briskly putting it back into his iconic green suit. He ran over to the trap door and helped Oswald Cobblepot onto the roof.

“You’re late, Mr. Cobblepot.” Ed noted.

“You try finding this place on your own. Every building is abandoned here in this side of Gotham.” Oswald snapped back.

Edward escorted Oswald to a table he had set up for the date. The table was covered in a black cloth with silverware, ceramic plates, wine glasses and candles in the middle.

“What do you think?” Ed asked afraid that maybe he had gone overboard as usual. Normally he wouldn’t care as much, but this night had to be perfect.

“It’s beautiful Ed.” Oswald said as he sat down.

Ed took the other seat and pulled out a bottle of wine. “May I?”

“Of course.” Oswald handed his glass to Edward.

As Edward poured Oswald couldn’t help, but to laugh.

Ed looked at him perplexed. “What’s so funny Os?” He asked giving Oswald the wine.

“You said I was late, but you’re the only that’s late, 3 years late.” Oswald pointed at the wine.

Edward faked a smile. “Yeah you’re right.” He looked off into the distance remembering the day he promised he would show up to Oswald’s house with a bottle of wine. Fate had other ideas and he was taken away by a blonde headed girl. Edward didn’t know if he should tell Oswald that was the wine he bought years ago.

When Oswald realized what he had done he quickly spoke, “I’m sorry Ed. I didn’t mean t-”

“No it’s fine Ossie.” Ed’s fake smiled dropped again as he studied his lover’s face. All of his mistakes stared him back at his face. Over the years Oswald’s face and body had been the victim of terrible crimes. Most of the marks had been caused by Ed and it haunted him.

“Ed you’re staring. What has gotten into you?” Oswald asked obviously worried.

Edward suddenly stood. “Why do you stick around? I’ve done so much to you and yet you’re sitting here with me. You should just put a bullet in my head.” Ed couldn’t help it. No matter what he did there was always a voice that told him he wasn’t good enough. “I’ll hurt you again. I know I will and-”

“Edward that’s enough!” Oswald shouted. In one swift motion Oswald pulled Ed into an embrace. “I told you to never talk like that again. Listen to me Ed, you’re the only person I will ever love. You’ve saved me countless times even after everything I’ve done. If I could go back and do it all again, I would. Falling in love with you was the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Oswald held Ed tighter trying to hold back his tears.

Edward panicked. He didn’t know how to fix things, he had ruined another date. He always knew what to do, except when it came to Oswald. When he was around Oswald all reason went out the window and his head became static. “What do I do?” Edward whispered.

“Shut up and kiss me, Nygma.” Oswald cried into Ed’s shirt.

Ed was about to do as he was told when he heard two car doors slam shut.

“Jim, I’m telling you, the freak put you on another goose chase. He won’t be here. Let’s just call it a day and go get a drink.” A voice came from the street below.

Oswald and Ed both froze they knew exactly who was down there.

“Harv, we can’t just ignore this. If we don’t act quickly who knows what Nygma will do. He’s sick. Besides if you can’t handle it, you can just go. I’ll find you later.” Another man’s voice chimed in.

“And let you kick Nygma’s ass without me? Hell no.” The first man spoke again.

“Ed you need to leave now.” Oswald said with urgency.

“I’m not leaving you.” Edward said grabbing Oswald.

“Don’t worry about me. They’ll only take me to Arkham. I’ll be out in a couple of days.” Oswald pulled away and say back down at the table. “I’ll only slow you down.”

Footsteps and voices were heard from the trap door.

“Go!” Hissed Oswald.

Edward finally did as told and found a ladder on the side of the building. Oswald smiled at Ed one final time as Ed disappeared down the building.

“GCPD!” A man yelled as he busted open the trap door.

Oswald watched as two men climbed up through the opening in the roof. One man was fairly older than the other with a grey and brown beard, the younger one had slick brown hair and eyes that teared into Oswald’s soul. They immediately pointed their guns at an unamused Oswald.

“I see you still have no manners.” Oswald sighed and crossed his arms.

“Where’s the green freak, Penguin?” The older man asked clearly out of breath.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now if you excuse me, my food is getting cold.” Oswald picked up a container of spicy mustard.

“Cut the shit, Cobblepot. I figured out Ed’s riddle. He should be here. I suggest you tell us or I can drag your ass back to Arkham.” The younger one was obviously not in the mood.

Oswald turned to both of the men. “As much as I would love to help you with whatever adventure you’re on now, I’m kind of busy currently.” Oswald said with a mouthful of food. “You’re not very good at your job, Jim. I expect this much from a buffoon like Harvey, but not you. Nygma and I are enemies. Don’t worry I’ll find him and when I’m done I’ll send you what’s left.” Oswald hoped Ed was long gone, so he couldn’t hear the terrible things being said about him.

“You say that, but here you are at a table set for two. I was there 4 years ago when you and Nygma were buddies. I know he’s here, Oswald.” Jim Gordon took out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed Oswald to a pipe connected to the building.

Oswald was about to tell Gordon otherwise when he was interrupted by the Riddler’s booming voice over what sounded like a megaphone. “Detective Gordon and the other imbecile there’s still one final problem! You have 8 minutes and 45 seconds to stop my bomb from going off. I gave you more time since you have a Harvey with you, Gordon. You better hurry or all the people trapped inside will die. Good luck, you’ll need it.”

A building a half block away lit up with green.

Oswald turned back to the detectives and pleaded. “Don’t you dare leave me here. If that maniac finds me, I won’t be able to defend myself.”

“Don’t get my hopes up Penguin.” Harvey said as he quickly dropped down the trap door.

Gordon stared at Oswald as if he knew what was happening. “You can run, but I’ll find you guys.” Jim promised as he disappeared down the hole after Harvey.

Edward climbed back onto the building as the detectives raced to the green building. He quickly ran over and uncuffed Oswald.

“I told you to get out of here!” Oswald yelled.

Edward only ignored him and pulled him down where Jim and Harvey exited earlier. Once they were out of the building Ed picked Oswald up and ran. He didn’t know where he was going, but Edward knew he had to get them out if there.

“Edward Nygma stop ignoring me and put me down at once!” Oswald screamed.

Ed kept running. Tonight was the night he was going to propose. He wouldn’t let Jim or his own mistakes ruin it.

After about a mile and a half of running and taking quick breaks, Ed suddenly stopped realizing where he had taken them. The dock haven’t changed in years.

“Why do you never listen?!” Oswald shouted as he broke free from Ed.

Ed stared at the water in front of them. How could he have taken them here? Memories Ed tried to forget every night flooded into his head all at once. He heard Oswald’s voice begging him not to pull the trigger.

Oswald watched as Edward fell to the ground. “Damn it. We don’t have time for this. They’ll corner us if we don’t leave now, Ed.”

Oswald tried to push his own memories of the dock away, but couldn’t. So he sat next to Ed and watched as police lights get closer.

Oswald put his hand on Ed’s. “It’s going to okay, Eddie. We can’t let the past ruin our future.”

“You’re right Ossie, like always.” Edward smiled. What happened in the past is the past. This place doesn’t have to be a hurtful reminder. Maybe it could be a happy beginning.

Edward put his other hand into his pocket and felt the ring as Oswald stood up to face the nearing ever closer GCPD. An idea pushed its way into his head, it was crazy, but he had to do it.

“Oswald do you remember when you told me that we needed each other, that one couldn’t exist without the other?” Oswald heard Ed’s shakey voice behind him.

“Yes then you shot me.” Oswald stated coldly not wanting to remember the past.

“It took me four years to realize that you were right. I need you Oswald.” Ed’s voice was now cracking as if he was about to cry.

Oswald saw Jim running towards them in the distance. Oswald spun around to face Edward. “What the hell-” Oswald stopped mid sentence. Edward was on one knee.

Oswald choked back sobs of joy, “Edward Nygma I swear to God if you propose to me with a god damn riddle I will shove you into the water.

“What needs two to work, falls apart with one, and ends only at death?” Edward smiled proud of his riddle and pulled out the ring.

“Screw you Nygma.” Oswald sobbed.

“Is that a yes?” Edward pressed.

“Yes, you big idiot!” Oswald yelled as he ran into Edward’s arms.

“Wait Nygma and Cobblepot are a thing?!” Harvey yelled out of breath from running. Harvey opened his wallet and pulled out 20 dollars.

“I told you.” Jim Gordon sighed and took the money from Harvey.

They had a bet on if Edward and Oswald ever got together. Jim may have left the part out where he saw the two singing together in Ed’s apartment.

Edward paid no attention to the GCPD and kissed Oswald.

“Can I shoot them now?” Harvey joked wanting to go home.

“It’s too much extra paper work, Harv.” Jim sighed again.

“You’re just mad, because Nygma and Cobblepot got a happy ending, but you and Lee didn’t.” Harvey laughed suddenly enjoying the situation.

Jim turned to one of the officers. “Make sure those two are far away from each other in Arkham.” He turned back to Harvey “I need that drink now.”

“Now you’re talking. Have fun on your honeymoon in Arkham.” Harvey said following Gordon back to his cop car.

Oswald responded with a gesture that Harvey sadly didn’t see.

The Riddler and the Penguin were then apprehended and taken to Arkham. They were both out in record time.

anonymous asked:

What could I put on a Hestia alter? Thanks!!

Things to include on an altar for Hestia can be: 

~ a statue depicting Her

~ things that remind you of family

~ a wine glass for offerings

~ candles (home-y, autumn-y scents are what immediately come to mind)

~ if possible, make the altar at your home’s hearth, either on/near the fireplace or near your oven (please be careful, do not put things that can catch fire too close to the fireplace, be safe)

~ offer Her fresh, homecooked food 

~ a special kettle, maybe a tea-making set 

This is just a small list, check the tags around Tumblr for more ideas.

~terebinth

Beauty and the Krupp, Chapter Seven: The Dinner Invitation.

In which Mr. Krupp attempts normal social interaction. With the angry woman he’s put in detention for life. Probably not a great starting point. 

Briefly featuring OC janitor, Mr. Spott. 

Chapter One: The Curse

Chapter Two: Edith.

Chapter Three: Martin.

Chapter Four: The School.

Chapter Five: Meet the Beast.

Chapter Six:  Meet the Students and Staff. 


“What a freakin’ fantastic night,” Mr. Krupp thought sarcastically as he made his way to the cafeteria. Getting rid of that old man had been a real pain in his behind. 

That piece of junk that passed as a car had been busted—the enchantress’s mischief, he suspected, because it just happened to break down right in front of the enchanted school in the middle of the enchanted forest—so he’d had to tie his former prisoner to a tree while he fixed it. Luckily he’d picked up some auto repair skills during his years in the military, so in no time he had it purring. 

The old man, on the other hand, didn’t purr. While Mr. Krupp worked, he yelled and threatened and made so much wretched noise that Mr. Krupp finally got fed up and shoved a rag in his mouth. “I’m doing you a big favor here, bub. How about a little appreciation?” 

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Ice cream

A/N: This is my entry for the ‘Fandom Girl’s 5 prompt challenge’ of @youcantstopus. Have fun with it and I hope you will like it.

My 5 prompts are:

“Who ate all the ice cream?”
“I have no idea.”
“The white ones are on the counter.”
“Don’t put that there!”
“Get your hand off of that!”

Pairing: Reader x Dean

Words: 2.288

Warnings: none I think, but let me know if you have found something

You stormed into the living room of the bunker you shared with Sam and Dean Winchester. Your blood was boiling and your eyes were full with rage. Sam was sitting in the library at a table and looked surprised and shocked at you as you stormed from the kitchen into the library and stopped in front of Sam with your arms crossed over your chest and a feet tapping on the ground. You were frightening when you were in such a mood so Sam avoided you if possible. He would rather fight alone against a nest of twenty vampires or maybe fight all alone against the Leviathans when you were cheesed with Dean. Yeah, everything would be better as to be confronted with you when you were mad at Dean.

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Peace and Quiet

This is a Kai Parker/reader one-shot requested by @highklassbitches It was meant to be fluffier than is turned out. I have learned that I am not good a taking requests because I will end up writing whatever comes into my head and I am definitely not good at light smut. Sorry! (not sorry..I tried…I just can’t)

I had originally been working towards some sort of sweet ending but it took a hard left turn at some point.

MATURE CONTENT…Enjoy!

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11624266/1/Peace-and-Quiet

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For once she was enjoying the afternoon sun, bearing down hot and bright. It was rare that she got any peace and quiet. Kai had been otherwise occupied all day, with what she didn’t know or care, as long as long as he wasn’t bothering her. Considering they were the only two people in this prison world, you would think it would be easy to get some space.  You would think that Kai wouldn’t pop up everywhere she turned. You would be wrong, because that was his specialty.

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