yeah just a little

anonymous asked:

Has Kat ever said or done everything problematic cause I love her so much and my love for Eme has gone down a lot recently and I don't want that to happy to Kat too.

Well I mean no, at least not to my knowledge? I’m sure there are ppl who could pull up receipts on anyone but I wouldn’t be interested in that tbh because this whole culture of labeling everyone as problematic really creeps me out but I do know what you mean because these kind of things are disappointing and make my love and attachment fade away too. I mean we are all human and all make mistakes so it’s up to us not to put celebs up on any pedestals in the first place but what I think is most important is being willing to listen to criticism and acknowledge your mistakes. So far Kat’s being proving to be exactly that kind of person, at least what it seems like to me, and I actually adore her and look up to her a lot and there’s never been a situation where she’s made me feel uncomfortable. (I mean if you want an example, there was that time she accidentally liked a romantic cl*lec tweet and then someone messaged her about it saying it’s homophobic and she replied and said she thought it was about friendship and unliked that tweet. That’s literally all I can remember). So yeah anyway I am disappointed but I also wouldn’t write Emeraude off completely because people are evolving beings and not just a list of the problematic things they’ve done and it’s also hard to judge character from these things idk it’s complicated. But anyway Kat McNamara is an angel who is also very cute and adorable but also extremely gorgeous esp when she puts on that dark lipstick and stares right into my soul and she’s also very smart and enthusiastic and dedicated and I’m sure she smells really good and I-

anonymous asked:

How would RFA react if MC was actually a really toll bean? (Like 6''3 or smthn)

Seven is like, piggyback me. Please. Oh, can you hold me bridal style too? Tells all the dreadful jokes MC has probably heard all their life, but tries to come up with some more original ones (which still suck. He’s not funny. he is but shut up) He’s like, really happy that he can be the short one. Being little spoon? Yeah boiiiiiiii. It’s just really perfect, and he was really excited to meet MC irl so he could see them himself :^) 

Yoosung is like woooaah! Neat! How tall are you?? Have you always been the tallest when you grew up?? He asks a lot of questions, because he’s just really excited and amazed (might get a bit annoying, but he means it well. Curious fella’.) He, like Seven, kinda likes that he can be the short one (a bit protected and stuff) :’)) But he doesn’t admit it, unless he’s in a good mood, because it’s kinda embarrassing. 

Jumin is tall too (Well, like 6 feet.) Understands the struggle, to a certain degree. If MC has trouble with fitting clothes, or fitting shoes (that actually look good) then don’t you worry. Jumin’s got their back.
(He made a really dry joke once, but since his way of delivering it was kind of weird it wasn’t that well received, so he never tried again.) 

Zen compliments them a lot, because a) Everyone are beautiful b) Being tall is stunning c) Long and nice legs d) they would look really good together since he’s tall too, e) he can just go on and on tbh. So beautiful. He loves MC. But he’s taken a bit off guard at first meeting. But when he’s over the initial surprise (that lasted a few seconds) he’s all chill and nice. 

Jaehee is a little bit surprised at first, since she didn’t expect it, but it doesn’t show on her face at all. She’s 5′5, little one, so the height difference is really cute. Has to stand on her tippy-tippy-toes to kiss them, and kinda likes it. Lowkey wants to try to sit on their back once, but would never ask, and would probably out of embarrassed say no.


What you want
Baby, I got it
What you need
Do you know I got it
All I’m askin’
Is for a little respect when you get home (just a little bit)

Hey baby (just a little bit) when you get home
(just a little bit) mister (just a little bit)
I ain’t gonna do you wrong while you’re gone
Ain’t gonna do you wrong cause I don’t wanna
All I’m askin’
Is for a little respect when you come home (just a little bit)
Baby (just a little bit) when you get home (just a little bit)
Yeah (just a little bit)

I’m about to give you all of my money
And all I’m askin’ in return, honey
Is to give me my propers
When you get home (just a, just a, just a, just a)
Yeah baby (just a, just a, just a, just a)
When you get home (just a little bit)
Yeah (just a little bit)

Ooo, your kisses
Sweeter than honey
And guess what?
So is my money
All I want you to do for me
Is give it to me when you get home (re, re, re ,re)
Yeah baby (re, re, re ,re)
Whip it to me (respect, just a little bit)
When you get home, now (just a little bit)


Find out what it means to me
Take care, TCB
Oh (sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me)
A little respect (sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me)
Whoa, babe (just a little bit)
A little respect (just a little bit)
I get tired (just a little bit)
Keep on tryin’ (just a little bit)

You’re runnin’ out of fools (just a little bit)
And I ain’t lyin’ (just a little bit)
(re, re, re, re) When you come home
(re, re, re ,re) ‘spect
Or you might walk in (respect, just a little bit)
And find out I’m gone (just a little bit)
I got to have (just a little bit)
A little respect (just a little bit)

Sorry I stumbled on a gif set the other day and couldn’t get this out of my head.

THEY BOTH DO IT. Who taught these boys this move? Do you think it was Peggy?

Peggy (1940s): If I tell them falling over is a Good Fighting Tactic™ do you think they’ll believe me?

Peggy (2010s): Huh.

Day 23: Magnus + Battle

The portal shimmied into existence and Magnus glanced up, face set into a smile, a greeting on his lips that soon died when instead of his tall, lanky and dark haired boyfriend, he was staring at his blond, cocky, more compact brother.

“Where’s Alec,” Magnus asked as his eyes darted behind Jace waiting for Alec to step through the portal. The portal closed, leaving him and Jace alone in his loft. “I didn’t grant you all a private portal so you can drop in any time you please Wayland.”

Jace shrugged. “Sorry.”

Magnus arched a brow. “Well? Where is he?”

Jace winced. And if that wasn’t enough to give him away, the way his eyes darted about, unwilling to meet Magnus’ eyes confirmed it.

Magnus growled. “No.”

Jace took a step back. “Magnus…”

“You didn’t.”

Jace held his hands up. “Hey. I couldn’t very well tie him down you know. Alec can be quite insistent.”

“Insistent,” Magnus hissed. “He hasn’t slept in four days Jace. Four days. And you let him accept another mission?”

Jace shook his head. “I wasn’t in the institute when he got called out. By the time I got back, he was already gone.”

Magnus pushed off from the seat, a snap of his fingers changing his red draping shirt and jeans into a dark purple military jacket, and black cargo pants that he’d specifically had tailored to fit his body like a glove; his spiked combat boots on his feet. He walked around Jace, ignoring him as he went to the drawers and pulled out his jeweled daggers, a twin set Ragnor had gotten him back during the witch trials, so he could defend himself without necessarily resorting to magic. Ragnor had had them spelled so even when they left him, they always returned to him when he called for them.

He still carried them with him any time he entered a fight.

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Whom The Gods Favor (1/?)

I am in under the wire but proud to add this little offering for the Monster Hunter + Soulmate day of Fantasy Pretzel Week. I haven’t a clue if I will ever get more than this little bit down but @barpurplewrites encouraged me to go ahead and just write up what I could and I am glad she did because this was really fun and I really hope I get the chance to share the rest of the story with you guys. 

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Despite the wind and rain lashing the Irish countryside the small pub was warm, awash with light, laughter, and the smell of hearty food, it was quaint, too quaint, and as Emma Swan stood on the threshold she felt a warning run up her spine–not everyone here was human. She evaluated the room with the practiced ease of years dealing with the preternatural but there were no obvious signs of what she was up against, no dark spots, no color shifts, no shimmers indicating magic, no malicious, hungry eyes, staring back. A few patrons gave her a passing glance or a nod but none seemed to be overly interested in the soaking blonde in a red leather jacket and jeans. If she had been younger she might have ignored the warning but she had learned to trust her favor, had scars both physical and emotional to remind her that while the Gods were fickle their favors could always be relied upon, and so she kept her guard up–an easy task since she rarely let it down.

She strode to the bar and slid onto the stool. A short, bearded man approached her with a dour expression. Emma ordered a hot chocolate which earned her a huff. So much for the friendliness of the Irish. Not that Emma wanted to make friends, she was here on a job and once it was finished she would move on to the next one and the next. It was a good life, rewarding in its way as she used the favors the Gods had bestowed to help humans with their problems or with the more vile preternatural elements in the worlds. She wasn’t strictly a Hunter but had been known to kill or trap a monster when needed. She hoped, for Belle French’s sake, that there would be no creatures this time around.

When Belle had contacted her about her missing child Emma had wanted to refuse. When babies were taken they were rarely recoverable–eaten, used in spells, transformed, taken to another world, whatever it was the kid wasn’t coming back– and she told Belle to just accept her son was gone. But the woman was stubborn, full of a fire that Emma couldn’t help but admire, and not afraid to play dirty.  

“Don’t you wish your parents had tried to find you?” Belle had asked.

“How did you–?”

“I do my research. You were weeks old when they found you on the steps of the temple. You grew up in and out of foster homes, never knowing who your parents were or why you were left.”

“My parents abandoned me because I was Blessed,” Emma said darkly.

“Or you were stolen by a god and then blessed and your parents are still looking for you.” Belle shot back.

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