woman with shot hair

little boys, little pranks

based off of my headcanon 

“George! What did you just do?” 

George looked up at his mother, his four-year-old hands cupped around a rather sizable amount of cookies, with more crumbs spread around his face. There was a long silence, before he swallowed the treats in his mouth, “’m not George, ‘m Fred.” 

From the hallway, an identical little boy burst in, tugging a stuffed rabbit toy with him, “You’re not Fred! I’m Fred!” Accusingly he pointed at his twin, “He’s lying!” 

“You made me do it!” George dropped the cookies to rush over to his twin, squaring up head to head with the copy of himself. He could see Fred flare up in anger at his lie, but George didn’t particularly care at the moment. Fred pushing him away, out of his face, and George stumbled backwards. “You pushed me!” 

“You’re lying! You’re a liar! Just like when you said I broke Charlie’s dragon!” 

“You did do that!” 

Finally, Molly Weasley hit her breaking point. “That is enough!” she picked up Fred (George?) and hoisted him over her shoulder. The other twin, was picked up around the waist as she marched them up the stairs towards their room. Despite the rather ungraceful way she was carrying them and the anger she felt, she did take care to be gentle with her boys and not jostle them too much. Fred’s rabbit hung limp in his hand, the long ears flopping against each step of the stairs, “You two always do this. You blame each other for what you did and get upset about it. So no more. From now on when one of you gets in trouble, the other will as well.” 

She set down each twin gently in their bed and looked towards the hallway as Ginny began to cry. With a sigh she wished that her boys would be a bit more calm when she was still caring for two youngest. “I will come and get you for dinner. Until then, you’ll be in here.” 

Hopefully, this would make them accountable for each other.

With that, the door was closed. Fred sat criss cross in his bed, his arms folded across his chest as he scowled as hard as a little boy could at his younger twin. “This is your fault.” 

George seemingly didn’t hear him, looking at the door with a little bit of a wobble in his lip. “Charlie and Bill were gonna let me fly with them..” Granted, they never got to go much higher than four feet off the ground, but to the little boy it felt like a hundred feet in the air. 

For a moment, Fred forgot his anger, “They were gonna teach you how to fly?” 

There was a tiny sniffle, “Yeah.” 

Silence, until, “Can I go too?” 

George looked over at Fred, not terribly surprised. Fred hadn’t been allowed to go anywhere near the brooms since a rather concerning attempt to fly higher on his toy broomstick by climbing up onto the china cabinet and jumping down. 

“Yeah, if you’d like. I don’t think Mummy will get mad since Bill and Charlie will be there.” 

Fred nodded for a moment before climbing off of his bed and onto George’s bed, gently handing over his stuffed animal. George still looked a bit upset about missing out on flying. “’m sorry I pushed you.” 

“It’s okay. ‘m sorry I lied.” George took the stuffed animal and gently squeezed it in his little arms. His had been lost a while back. Ron had gotten colic when he was really small and George had given him his rabbit for some comfort. Now Ron had his rabbit, and a bear of his own. Whenever George tried to take it back the two-year-old had begun to cry. George thought for a moment before looking at Fred, “What were you doing before?” 

“I found Percy’s potion set, I was trying to make something to make you fly.” 

“Did it work?” 

Fred shook his head, “I dunno, I was thinking we could get Percy to try it and find out.” 

There was a pause before George spoke, “That sounds like fun. Can I help?” 

“Yeah! Mummy might get mad though–” both twins looked around their rooms as a realization dawned on them. 

“We’ll both get time-out.” 

There was a long silence as their minds worked around this new situation. If they were both going to get in trouble all the time, what was the point in each of them trying to be good when the other misbehaved? 

Fred’s face broke into a mischievous grin, with George gaining an identical one. 

“Did you leave any cookies in the kitchen that we can get?” 

George nodded quickly, “We can get them after dinner.”

Wicked.” 

Head over heals

A/N: THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE! Requested by an amzing anon! I enjoyed writing this! Thank you so much! I did take some inspriation from the song Satisfied from the broadway musical Hamilton.

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: Bit of Language

Summary: Love is hard, especially when you are in love with the same person your best friend is currently fawning over.

Originally posted by black-little-demons

“Y/N we are going to be late!” your best friend, Sarah, yelled at you. You sighed to yourself and threw your hair up in a simple pony tail. You personally didn’t like going out to night clubs at all but it was Srahs birthday so you kind of had to do it just this once.

“Coming,” you shouted as you grabbed your small hand bag and cell phone. Your heels made a loud clicking noise as you walked down the stairs. You pulled at the terribly short and tight dress that Sarah made you wear aggainst your will.

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Isaac- It Scares Me Sometimes

Request-  Can u do an imagine where isaac and the reader are besties and the reader tells him shes in love with him but hes scared to ruin the friendship but then during a pack fight the reader almost dies and isaac tells the reader he loves her

A/N- Sorry I’ve been MIA lately. I’ve been working on Shake It Off (which the first chapter of is almost finished!!) and been busy with school. Enjoy!

“What’s that one?” Isaac asked you, pointing to the stars above you.
You were camped out on the roof of your house with your best friend by your side, picking out the constellations. Normally you would have been inside watching a movie for your friday night hangout, but it was getting warmer, so you had pulled him out the window, nearly giving him a heart attack.
“Ursa Minor,” you explained.
“What’s it supposed to be?”
“A bear,” you told him, pulling your thin cardigan tighter around your shoulders.
Isaac glanced over at you, his blue eyes concerned. “Are you cold?”
“A little.”
“Come here,” he said, holding out an arm.
You swallowed and wiggled closer, pressing up against his warm side as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He leaned down closer, talking softly in you ear and unknowingly allowing his breath to tickle your cheek. “How is that supposed to be a bear?”
“It’s from a myth,” you said. “Something about a bear and a jealous goddess. At least I think so. Stiles would know the whole thing.”
“Since when do you spend time with Stiles?”
“Well I had to find someone to entertain me while you were in France for a year.”
“Y/n,” he said quickly. “You know I-”
“Relax,” you told him softly. “You know I don’t hold that against you. You did what you had to do.”
“So while I’m gone my best friend replaces me?”
“Temporarily,” you told him with a grin. “But you’re back, so it doesn’t matter now.”
Isaac smiled, raising his eyebrows at you. “Don’t act like you didn’t miss me.”
“Mm, I don’t know,” you said, pretending to think. “I mean, like, sometimes I noticed you weren’t around, but-”
“Y/n!” he whined. “You are so mean to me.”
You laughed. “Cry about it Lahey.”
Still laughing, you wriggled out from under his arm, heading back toward your open window.
“Where are you going?”
“Oh I don’t know,” you told him. “I was thinking I might go find Stiles and ask him about the-”
You shrieked as Isaac’s arms wrapped around you from behind, his fingers dancing across your ribs. “Ah! Stop!”
Isaac paid no mind to your half-hearted protest, and soon you were on your back on the roof, squirming as he tickled you.
“Okay! O-okay! Jesus, I-I was kidding!”
Isaac chuckled and pulled his hands away, placing them on either side of your head. “That’s what you get.”
“You are so cruel,” you whispered breathlessly.
“You’re cruel,” he fired back. “Ditching me for Stiles. As if I could ever live without my best friend by my side.”
“I was just going to leave,” you said with an eyeroll. “I mean, not really, but what if I had?”
“My heart would break,” Isaac told you seriously.
“You’re a dork,” you said, moving to get up.
You thought Isaac would understand and move away, but you found yourself rising and almost headbutting him.
“S-sorry,” you stuttered, well aware of how close you were.
Isaac shook his head slightly, not saying anything, and glanced down at your lips. As if pulled forward by the gravity of the moment, you suddenly leaned in and pressed your lips to hiss, having no idea what you were doing.
Isaac melted into you for about two blissful seconds, and then he suddenly jerked away as if you had stabbed him. His blue eyes had taken on a wild, terrified quality, and you flinched.
“Isaac? What’s wrong?”
He backed away from you, suddenly feeling trapped on the tiny roof. “We…we shouldn’t have done that.”
“Oh, okay, sorry,” you said quickly, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. “That was my bad, you don’t have to-”
“I’m gonna go,” he interrupted, glancing down at the ground. “I need to go.”
“-worry about it,” you finished softly, but he was already jumping straight off your roof.
You watched him hit the ground with grace and take off down the street, jogging away as if he wasn’t leaving you behind. A sick feeling began to wash over you, heavy and dreadful in your gut, and you fought the urge to cry.
“What the hell did I do?” you wondered to yourself, but you already knew the answer.
You had just ruined everything.

“Lydia, I don’t know what happened,” you told her the next day, trying to fight tears in the passenger seat of her car.
“I do,” she said. “You kissed him, he freaked, and then didn’t know how to respond and just left.”
“He hates me,” you groaned. “God, he’s my best friend, and he hates me.”
“He doesn’t hate you,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Anyone can tell he’s adored you for years.”
“As a friend.”
“As more,” she insisted. “And honestly, do you think the best time to talk about your relationship problems is right before we go into battle?”
“Now or never, right?” you asked.
“I guess so,” she said with a sigh. “He probably just didn’t know how to react. I mean, maybe he was worried about ruining your friendship.”
“I think I have that part covered,” you grumbled.
“Stop feeling sorry for yourself,” she scolded. “Isaac will get his head out of his ass eventually. For now, we can try to save Mason from crazy werewolf-druids.”
You nodded, and sobered up at the thought of what was to come. The sacrifice Scott, Stiles, and Allison had made over a year ago had woken up the nemeton, which was now acting as a Beacon for every kind of supernatural creature imaginable. It had drawn things to Beacon Hills, one of those things being a pack of werewolves who were heavily involved in some ancient occult practices.
It just so happened that these practices were neither peaceful nor friendly, and not the kind of thing you wanted in your quiet hometown. After Lydia dug up some old text claiming that cult power could be drawn from sacrificing an advisor of a local pack, the pack had rushed to protect Deaton, not realizing that Mason had been a pretty vital advisor himself.
Scott knew that this whole thing, meeting them in the woods to “negotiate”, was probably nothing more than a trap, but if things ended badly, you figured you could all fight just your way out of it. That was how most of your plans ended anyway.
“Okay,” you told Lydia. “I can do this. This is about saving Mason.”
“Right,” Lydia chirped. “And you don’t even have to look at Isaac. Besides, it shouldn’t take long, and then we can focus on you.”
You nodded, wholeheartedly believing her words as you headed toward the preserve. Unfortunately, they couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

“Y/n, get Lydia out of here!” Scott roared to you.
You ducked a blow from a druid and darted your eyes toward the Alpha, but he was already wrapped up in a fight of his own. You snapped your leg up and kicked the druid in the face, all the while scanning the forest for Lydia.
The whole clearing was alive with chaos. Stiles and Liam were going two on one with claws and a bat a few feet away from you, and over by the giant tree stump, Mason was struggling to break the rope around his wrists and ankles. Malia was brutally breaking the arm of a druid close to Scott, but another one was headed right for her. Isaac was fighting hand to hand with one too, but every spare second he got, his gaze would flick to you. You finally found Lydia, and you heaved a sigh of relief.
She was limping from a cut on her leg, and backing away from a curly-haired druid with glowing yellow eyes. You sucked in a sharp breath and pulled a knife from your boot, sending it flying toward her. It hit her square in the back, apparently in the perfect place, because she dropped to the ground in a heap.
You landed another hit to the guy you were fighting, hard enough to cause him to drop to his knees, and then you ran. You headed toward Lydia, breathing heavily, and snatched her by the arm. “So much for not taking so long.”
“Poor choice of words,” she remarked weakly.
“Come on,” you ordered, pulling her to toward the cover of the trees.  
You hurried as fast as you could, but a sharp, tearing pain in the side of your leg caused
you to scream. You dropped to the ground, almost taking Lydia with you as you clutched at the arrow in your leg with shaking hands.
“Y/n!” Lydia cried.
“Go!” you shouted at her, yanking the arrow out of your leg.
Normally you never would have pulled it out. Arrows did more damage going out than they ever could going in, but if you were going to fight the druid coming toward you with a crossbow, you had to be able to move.
“But-” Lydia protested, her green eyes wide.
“I said go!”
She took off limping through the trees, thankfully out of view of the druid.
You stood up, gritting your teeth against the burning pain in your leg and cracking your knuckles. The druid who had shot you, a tall woman with blonde hair and a sick grin, walked toward you. You expected her to come closer and start fighting, but instead she pulled the trigger on the crossbow.
You gasped as you felt the arrow going into your stomach, and you looked down in shock. Your fingers moved to the wound, soon staining red with the blood pooling through your shirt. You dropped to your knees, just as you heard someone scream your name.
Isaac was running toward you, having knocked out his own adversary, and he took down the woman who had shot you in about two seconds. You heard the distant snap of her neck as you slowly slid to the ground.
You were lying on your back when Isaac loomed into your vision, crying out your name frantically. “Y/n?! Y/n?!”
“I-I’m sorry,” you managed to choke out. “I ru-ruined e-everything.”
“No,” he whispered, placing his hand over your bloody, trembling one. “You didn’t. You didn’t. I was the one who ruined things. Please, Y/n, just-just…Y/n?”
But he didn’t get to finish what he was saying. You wanted to listen, to hold onto the hope that maybe he was right, and maybe you hadn’t lost your best friend, but you felt yourself fading. You knew you were losing a lot of blood, and you just couldn’t stay awake anymore.
You drifted off listening to Isaac’s frantic voice, and the last thing you saw was his terrified, blue eyes staring down into yours.

You were dying of thirst. That was your first thought when you opened your eyes, and when you tried to take a dry, choked breath from where you lay in your hospital bed.
“Lydia-” you croaked, your eyes landing on her pale face.
She sucked in a breath and jumped out of her chair, grabbing for a pitcher of water and a cup from the nightstand. She quickly filled it and placed it in your shaky hands, and you took a large gulp.
“Thanks,” you whispered, shooting her a soft smile.
“You scared the hell out of us!” she cried, softness empty from her voice. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“I was thinking I would fight for my life,” you told her, cocking an eyebrow. “Is Mason okay?”
“Yeah,” she breathed. “Isaac slipped out of there before they saved him and found me by the cars. God, I can’t even imagine how I looked when I saw you in his arms. You didn’t even look like you were alive.”
You swallowed. “And the others?”
“They managed,” she told you. “It also helped that I called Satomi, and her whole pack showed up to help.”
“That’s awesome,” you said with a grin.
“Liam wasn’t too happy that Brett helped save his best friend’s life, but I’m sure he’ll get over it.”
“So…where’s Isaac?”
“He’s pacing outside in the hall, probably listening to everything we’re saying.”
You frowned. “Why?”
“He feels guilty,” she explained. “He thought he made you hate him.”
“Hate him? Why would I hate him? He can’t help how he feels.”
“See, that’s the thing,” Lydia continued. “He doesn’t actually-you know what? He should explain this to you.”
She sighed and stood up. “I’ll be back later.”
“Wait, Lydia-” you protested, but she was already heading out the door.
If you listened carefully, you could hear her talking quietly, and then, you didn’t need to listen at all. Her angry voice rang out through the door, clear as a bell.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” you could hear her demand. “Go talk to her, you idiot!”
Seconds, later, a sheepish looking Isaac shuffled in, flashing you a small smile. You sat up, letting out a hiss of pain, and he was instantly by your side. He placed his hand over yours, veins turning black as he took your pain, and you sighed.
“You don’t have to do that you know,” you told him.
“I want to,” he said softly. “I hate seeing you in pain. You know that.”
You were silent, and you looked away, pretending that the threadbare hospital sheets were a lot more interesting than his guilt-ridden face.
“Y/n,” he whispered. “Please, look at me.”
You glanced up. “Isaac, you don’t have to-”
“I’m not going to say anything I don’t want to say,” he cut you off. “The other night…I freaked. I’ll admit it. When you kissed me, it wasn’t like I didn’t want you to do it, but I realized that if it went that far, it could go farther. What if we dated, and then-and then we broke up? I’d lose you, Y/n. I’d lose my best friend.”
“You were scared of losing me, so…you ran away?” you asked.
Isaac looked away. “Seems like I do that a lot.”
You sighed. “Isaac, I’m not mad at you.”
“You’re…you’re not?”
You shook your head. “I’m not. I just…I want you to tell me how you really feel.”
Isaac sank down on the side of your bed. “Okay. I’ll tell you. When I ran away from you that night, I was scared, but not as scared as I was when I saw you with that arrow in your stomach. I was terrified, Y/n. I thought you might die, and that if you did, you’d die thinking that I didn’t love you. But I do love you. I love you so much that it scares me sometimes.”
You stared up at him, speechless at his words. You had spent years imagining all the ways Isaac could tell you how he felt, never once believing that it would actually happen. Yet here you were, sitting in that hospital bed, listening to him gush about the things you had always dreamed about.
“Isaac-”
Before you could finish, he reached out and tilted your mouth up toward his, and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. Whatever you were planning on saying flew straight out of your head, and you closed your eyes as his fingers roamed over your cheek. When you opened your eyes and parted, a smile graced your lips.
Isaac tucked some hair behind your ear, and kissed the top of your head. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his chest, tucking your head under his chin.
“Isaac?” you whispered, causing him to pull away and glance down at you.
“Yeah?”
“Me too,” you told him, snuggling back into him. “I love you too.”

Voltron Theory: Lotor’s mom as a Paladin?

So we have a very interesting shot here, one that, I think could play a role in some rather interesting theories as to what is actually going on in this scene. Let’s take a look at the still as it is. 

In this shot we have a woman (possibly) with white hair laying in bed. Besides her, a man cradles the baby. Now a few things stand out to me. Firstly, the outfit in this shot that the man is wearing may be a brownish color rather then the red of Zarkon. The reason it’s suspected to be Zarkon is due to the head design and the cape. Upon farther inspection based on the armor he wears in the shots with the woman it’s a given that’s Zarkon’s armor that he wore when he was talking with Alfor in the past. 

You can see the very slight tint of color red in the helmet, and the curv of his head in the back. He’s clearly looking down at a child which probably is Lotor. The question now is, who is that woman in the bed. Well more then likely Lotor’s Mother, and while I do think that there is a strong chance that Keith’s Mom was a paladin, I also have a feeling that so was Lotor’s mom. 

The issue here is the color of the skin tone for the woman in the bed. She’s blue as oppose to Alfor and Coran’s color. Alteans are shown to have a more human based skin tone (pale peaches, off white flesh, tans and browns). The only person we’ve seen so far having a blue tint is the Weblum Galra. 

Who, like Lotor has the pointed Altean ears, which makes it seem like she’s half. Now assuming that this girl is blue for a reason rather then the typical purple, this means she’s less a Galra then the other members of her group, much like the red one. 

So then, if we ascribe to the idea that Lotor’s blood line is that of Altean, wouldn’t his mother then have a tone similar to Alfor or Coran? Instead this woman clearly has blueish skin. We can also see she has white hair, much like Haggar, Allura and Alfor, indicating that she may be part of the royal family, since outside of Haggar, the only two that have the white hare are Alfor and Allura. 

This also becomes a bit important as well given Lotor’s eyes color. In one shot we can clearly see he has blue eyes very similar to Alfor’s darker color.

And they’re very similar in shape and design, hell even their jaws are similar in nature if you look at the way his face is shaped. 

Which could very well indicate that Lotor’s mom was part of the royal family. But then that brings up the point, why is she blue? What happened to her. There is however another option here and it’s kind of interesting. In one trailer that was shown, and isn’t on line, there’s a shot where we can see a group of possible original paladins. 

There’s a woman in the background behind Zarkon. We can’t really see her well, but she may have blue colored skin. If this is the case, then could this person be related to Alfor? 

The other option is that it’s Alfor’s sister, elder or younger is up i the air, who ended up with Zarkon, or a relation of his. Either way it seems that Lotor does have a lot of features that are similar to Alfor and Allura.

Which could very well indicate cousins at the farthest between them. I don’t think they’re half siblings, unless some how Allura’s mom shacked up with Zarkon, which I don’t think Voltron would do. So the only options then are. 

Either Lotor is Zarkon’s Son with his wife who is a sibling or cousin to Alfor, and thus blood related that way to Allura. 

Or 

Lotor was actually the son of Alfor and his wife and some how ended up in the care of Zarkon who raised him. 

Either way this should be interesting. 

If Lotor’s mom is the lady in the back then there’s also a chance for him to have a connection to one of the lions. If that’s the case, then it could be that Lotor himself could fly one of them. We’ve been running under the assumption that it’s Keith’s Mom that piloted the Blue lion, but if she was the red, since he has such a connection to it, then could it be that Lotor could be connected to the blue, since it seems to be playing a new role here? 

If Lotor’s mom was a palaldin, then it might explain his ease of flying and chasing after them, if the idea is that the lions call to those that connect to them, ala black. There seems to be a lot more going on here, and while the woman in the back could be Keith’s Mom it could also be Lotor’s as well. 

I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. 

ashenrenee  asked:

Percy/Pansy for Beauty and the Beast "Barely even friends, then somebody bends, unexpectedly" please and thank you I love you!

Tagging @hollowg1rl too since the prompts were similar.

Percy/Pansy. CoffeeShop AU 



“She’s rude.”

“And hot.”

“And rude.”

“Oh come off it, Perc. Just look at her!” Percy bit back a scoff and submitted to his brother George, glancing over at the dark-haired young woman sat sipping her ‘grande single shot 4 pumps sugar free peppermint nonfat extra hot no foam light whip stirred white mocha’. It was always the same complicated order, her red lips rattling it with an almost bored expression nearly every morning before adding her name, Pansy, to the end of it with an eye roll.

Which he was sure she knew everyone in his shop not only knew her name but knew exactly how to make that exact order ever since an anonymous complaint came to the cooperate office on his staff being unable to make custom drinks. He knew it had come from her and had to hold back the urge to spit in her coffee most days, however attractive she might be, an urge he blamed entirely on his brother’s mischievous influence. The very same brother who was currently digging his elbow into his ribs.

“Just ask her. Ask for her number and I’ll leave you alone.”

Glaring back at him, he asked, “Why? Why should I even bother? I don’t like her. She’ll say no and she’s-”

“Rude, yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it, mate. But I also see you sneaking looks at her all the time. Go on and ask her out already! I’ll drop it if she says no.”

“And clean the bathrooms?”

“Ughh, yeah alright. You ask her and I’ll clean the bloody bathrooms.”


He wouldn’t admit how often he had practiced that night asking Pansy if she wanted to grab dinner. By the time she entered, wearing her usual leather jacket and large, dark sunglasses despite it barely being light out, he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from blurting it out before she could give a few sips of coffee in her. None too patiently he waited until he could tell her cup was half gone, thankful when he noticed it was so he could start his plan. Grabbing a scone with a napkin and walking over to her table, he took in a deep breath and said, “Er- excuse me, miss.”

“Pansy,” she curtly replied, not bothering to look up from her phone.

“Yes, of course. Pansy. My name is Percy, I’m the owner of this branch and I wanted to offer you a complimentary scone this morning.”

This time she did look up, pulling her glasses halfway down her button-tipped nose to peer back up at him. Percy smiled hesitantly in response, shifting slightly from one leg to the other as they just looked at each other, neither speaking a word for what felt like an eternity. He could feel sweat gathering on his upper lip, a terrible nervous response he hated but he simply couldn’t make himself wipe it away. Instead, he kept standing there his blue eyes locked on her dark brown ones.

“Fine. You may take me to Lumiere’s tonight. They only have one seating tonight so I expect you to arrange a reservation and be there to meet me 15 minutes before service. Wearing something much nicer than that.”

He blinked, unsure of what on earth to say in response. “Um…thank you?”

“Don’t thank me yet.” She shoved the glasses back into place and took the scone from his hand, effectively ending the conversation.

Still confused and a bit dazed, he turned back towards the bar where George stood watching with both hands covering his mouth to prevent his loud laughter from being heard. Percy glared back at him and then flashed him an uncharacteristic thumbs up that quickly turned into the rudest hand gesture he knew once he heard the dark-haired woman call back. “Oh, and tell your brother he still owes me a lifetime of free drinks card for this.”

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Word count; 1,6k
Ship/characters; Blackpink x reader
Genre; Idol/Trainee
Pronouns; she/her

Requested by; anon


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“You are my sunshine” ((i'm so sorry friend :'D ))

Send me “You are my sunshine” for my muse’s reaction to yours dying in their arms

Jesse could have shot her. He saw her, the tall woman with long, sleek hair, dart behind a pillar for cover. He could have ran after her. He could have killed her right then, and ended it. Even as he watched her lean out, exposing herself to get the kill shot, he couldn’t move.  The realization had hit McCree like a tidal wave and he was drowning and suffocating in his own breath.

Hanzo was pinned, his back to the sniper, fending off another foe at close range. Jesse inhaled as the woman’s finger moved to the trigger. His own hand flew to his revolver but the motion felt like he was moving through wet concrete. Hanzo’s name burst from his throat, but he wasn’t even sure it was comprehensible, just that it was terrified.

Hanzo turned, startled, to look at McCree, eyes wild with adrenaline turning into an expression of worry when he registered the cowboy’s desperation. Their eyes met, gaze unflinching even when the shot rang through the air. Hanzo’s body jerked and stiffened.

No.

A window behind him shattered as the bullet that had just passed through his body continued on its ruthless path. The archer looked to find the sniper, eyes locking on her as she retreated, her mission complete. His eyes returned to McCree. He took one step forward, two, and then the blood began to flow. Red and fast, pouring from the hole in his chest and leaving a sticky trail on the ground.

McCree didn’t remember starting to run, but he found himself sprinting to Hanzo just as the man stumbled and collapsed. Jesse was vaguely aware that he was saying something, repeating Hanzo’s name over and over, as if the mantra would heal the fatal wound out of sheer will. He dropped to his knees, arms encircling Hanzo and pulling him to his chest, cradling him. The archer tried to inhale but his punctured lung was already filled with blood. The only sound was a choked gurgle as red began to leak from his mouth, staining his lips. 

No no no no no no

Hanzo was fighting. God, he was fighting. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to stop the black from overtaking his vision like spilled ink, taking over everything except McCree’s face. Jesse

They wished they could share some heartfelt last words, but neither could speak. Jesse choked on his own breath and Hanzo choked on his own blood. Hanzo shivered, shuddering, as his lungs tried to expel the liquid, but it was too late. He jerked again, and then it was done. He hung limp in Jesse’s arms, once sharp gaze now blurred and glazed over.

McCree’s throat began to burn. He didn’t understand why. When his other senses finally kicked in again he realized that he was screaming. Yelling. Cursing. Sobbing.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Angela. She looked solemn and shaken, trying to get to Hanzo’s body to examine him but McCree wouldn’t budge. He held on tight. He screamed something so harsh at her that she flinched backwards.

Don’t. Touch. Him.

Angela said something into her com, and soon more allies appeared. Whispering. Staring. Some with horror at Hanzo, others with pity at Jesse. It was Morrison this time who tried to separate the two. McCree yelled some more, but eventually his strength gave out and he let Angela lift Hanzo up while Morrison kept a firm grip on Jesse’s arms as he fought weakly. Morrison ordered him back to the safehouse, but he just stayed on the ground, drenched in Hanzo’s blood.

It should have been me.

anonymous asked:

"Wow," he thought, "I wonder if that's the exact same shade of pink as Rose's..."

What are you people trying to do to me ????

The Doctor wasn’t really sure how he’d ended up in this department store. Rose had mentioned something about buying a gift for her Mum’s birthday, and he’d pointed out that she had already bought her half the trinkets on Macoposium Eight, but apparently Jackie wanted a specific scarf from this specific shop in London, so here they were.

Or rather, here he was; Rose had wandered off, leaving him in the men’s section all by himself, and wait, had that been a hint? Was she trying to get him to buy himself more clothes? Pffft. He didn’t need anything else. He had this foxy suit, and a selection of blue shirts, and an extensive variety of floral ties - what else could he possibly require?

He glanced to his left, and saw that he was standing by the men’s boxer-briefs display.

Oh, was she suggesting he -

His brow furrowed in thought, and he picked up a pack of dark blue pants. They were nice enough, but the Doctor tended to make do with white cotton briefs. Maybe Rose had spotted them in the laundry room. Maybe she didn’t like them all that much. He peered closer at the selection before him. Maybe, he thought, Rose Tyler preferred her men in stuff like this.

Not that he was her man. Or her anything. Friend, he was her friend, of course, best mate, even, but -

Did best mates go underwear shopping with one another?

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Red Thread IIII

A/N: I hadd to take some time for school, and I was so excited to give you guys this chapter because you guys have been so nice. So, here it is! All mistakes are my own, Constructive criticism is always welcome!  

Pairing: Hanzo/fem!reader


 Angela looked up when she heard the noise form the medical room. She took off her glasses then stood up and made her way to the room only to watch you run out of the medical ward in a frenzied hast. 

Angela ran after you out the door only to stop when she lost sight of you. The blonde ran back in and look at the three who were gaping in shock.

“What did you three do?!” she barked at the three making them flinch.

“Junkrat may have told her how long she has been comatose for…” Hana murmured as Angela’s eyes widen. 

“Do you know what you have done?!” The trio hung their heads. 

“Athena!” she shouted towards the roof.

“How can I be of service, Doctor?”

“Tell everyone our ward is on the loose! She is scared and more than likely cant see anything. Tell them to proceed with caution! Also, be mindful of touching her; her immune system is weak! She cant get sick, not now!” the doctor ran around collecting the things she would need when they had found you.

“C-can we help?” Jamison asked timidly. Angela gave them a look that they would never forget. “I believe the three of you have done enough!”

the member that we present at the base quickly dispersed after the message was delivered over the over-com to each member who was there. Genji left to look at the back of the base where it was mostly abandon. Although, it seem unlikely for you to be here it was better to look than not since no one had found you yet.

The entire area was dark, making Genji switch on his night vision on his visor as he walked though a door way with a large room. He looked around the room to find nothing disturbed other than a chair that looked like it had been run into.

He walked passed the chair towards the staircase that followed into the next room. He would have missed you completely if it wasn’t for the facted you sneezed..very loudly. The green man looked back at the junction of the stairs. You were backed up in a corner where the stair case met the wall.

You were hugging you knees, shaking making sniffing noises. Your white hair was still damp.

Slowly, but surly Genji made his way over to you. Cautious to not scare you but to make his presence known so you wouldn’t scamper off in fear.

“Please don’t come any closer..” it was just above a whisper but the green ninja had caught it.

“I’m not here to harm you.” he tried to assure but you didn’t acknowledge it. After some time you uttered nothing more, he pushed his chance to move closer. 

When he got close enough to your small form he sat down next to you, crossing his legs. You both sat in quite silence for some time before either of you said something. 

You looked over at him. He was wearing armor but it was too close to his figure to be armor. Not only that, he glowed with circular marks that were all over his body..

“Why are you wearing such tight, glowy armor?” you sniffed out staring at him with you head still on your knees. Genji turned his head to look at you; you had eyes of a blind man but if you could see him that could not be the case.

“This ‘armor” and I are one of the same person.”

“Like a parasite?” you asked innocently.

Genji let out a loud chuckle at your question. You were like a young child without the knowledge of the world you we currently in which was true in more was than one.

He answered. “No, it is my body.” 

“Like, a prosthetic?” you asked with wide eyes with the new knowledge.

“In a way but not to that extent.” You nodded at him. 

“Why are you sitting alone in here, you should be resting in the M. ward?” the man chided you.

Your eyes immediately started to tear up at his question. You then turned your head back into you knees. 

“I-I miss my family!” you croaked out into you knees loud enough for the man to hear you. He kept quiet so you could continue to vent.

“I wasn’t supposed to wake up 600 years later when I fell in! The proto didn’t have the power to kept up for that long, maybe only for a few days at most! The diamond couldn’t be sustained for that long!” you grabbed your face to hold it.

“I’ve woken up in a time that doesn’t belong to me! The people I cared for are long gone only I’ve been left behind!”You sobbed uncontrollably

“I-I feel so alone…”

Genji stared hard at you, he knew that feeling being in a place that you didn’t belong. Suddenly, the feeling of a hand encase around your shoulder to pull you close. 

“I may not know to the extent of the feeling you have of being alone but I do grasp the concept of it.” His hand rubbed your shoulder comfortingly. 

“I was, ah, how do you say it. The ‘black sheep’ of my family. I was alone even if my brother was there and we were close. I wanted something different than what my brother wanted. In turn I lost everything, even my body, but something gave me another chance. Even when i feel like I don’t belong. I always look at that second chance for comfort and I know I’m in the right place.” 

The man gently grabbed you left hand and brought it up to his visor to look at our finger. Even though he didn’t voice it, Genji knew where he had seen this color thread before.

“When we found you, this thread was sick, small, and barely hanging to life.” he put your hand back down and looked at you.

“Look at it now. It may be tangled but it is long; almost complete even. The color is returning at you get better. You might be in a world that isn’t your own but there is someone you is destine for you. Waiting for you. Along the way you’ll meet people..”

“The stinging of losing the people you love will never truly go away because they were there and you did love them. But it does get easier to cope with the loss.”  

You stared at this man. The wheels turning in your head at his words of wisdom that made out insides shake. he was right. 

You nodded at him and looked forward into the dark, the man did the same.

“uh..My name is Y/N” you spoke softly as you wiped your face of the tear marks.

“Genji.”

“is your brother here? In this..base?

“No, I do not know where his is but i know he lives.” 

“whats is name?” you cautious asked.

“Hanzo.’

“Hanzo” the name rolled off your tongue; it felt familiar.

The coldness of the room seeped into your clothing causing you to shiver. this escapade of yours wore you out. pain settled in you lower ligaments the cold making it numb but not enough to usher the pain away.

Genji hooked his arms around your legs then lifted himself with you in his arms off the ground. Once he was up he made his way out of the room back towards the medical ward.

You couldn’t see much, but after a long while you heard the swish of doors proceeded with a gasp. You turned your head over to see a man in a cowboy hat with a poncho with a dark haired woman in the room. 

Angela shot up off one of the chairs running over to you both. “Oh thank gott! What were you thinking?! You could have gotten hurt,caught a virus, or..or something bad could have happen!” She flung her arms in the arm while raising her voice higher and higher. 

You cringed at the loud noise but you felt as though you deserved it.. This woman had been nothing but kind to you and you took off. You could understand that she was upset.

The dark haired woman walked over the doctor grabbing her shoulders. “Angela,don’t be upset with her. She is in a hard place right now and you raising you voice isn’t going to help.” Angela let out a long sigh looking from her to you. 

“I apologize, I was just worried about you.” her brown eyes looked at you with sincerity. 

“I…I am sorry..I..”

“Now, enough of that darlin’. We know why you reacted the way you did and it isn’t your fault. No one would have reacted well with that type of information.” The cowboy walked over with a small smile. 

You looked at him for a long hard while. “I..I want to get better..”

The group seem to lighten up at your determination. “And…I would like to apologize to Hana for shoving her over.”

Angela clapped with joy as she watched Genji put you back in the bed“Yes! We can arrange that mien Liebling!” 

You looked over at her “Y/N…Please call me Y/N”

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AESTHETIC MEME [1/5] Creatures in Philippine Mythology/Folklore 

Aswang: The Aswang is a shape-shifting creature in Filipino folklore, usually depicted as a woman with long, unkempt hair, blood-shot eyes, sharp nails, and an elongated, black tongue. During the day, she lives as a normal, if elusive, towns person. At night, she searches for victims. The Aswang preys on unborn fetuses and small children, favoring the liver and heart. 

The Man Who Could Fly - or Very Nearly.

Title: The Man Who Could Fly - or Very Nearly.
Characters: Hanji Zoe x Levi
Genre: Drama / Humor / Romance
Rating: T

Levihan Week Day 3: Feathers / Wings

It took a second to process, so unexpected was the sight. Despite the names he liked to tease her with: “clumsy giant” and “shit-for-vision”, in action, Hanji was as quick and graceful as they came.

Shaken free, the steel grappling cable snaked past, whipping at the air. Beneath it, Hanji fell. Head knocked back and arms dangling loose at her sides, she dropped, unconscious.

He didn’t think. Instincts honed sharper than a knife’s edge commanded his limbs to move.

Release. Pivot. Dive.


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