yes thank you for taking this seriously

Two Types of Couples

*James and Lily staring lovingly into each others eyes in the common room*

Remus: *Has an idea*

*Deep masculine superhero voice* Oh Lily dear?

Lily: What is it?

Sirius: *High pitched ‘Lily’ voice* Yes Jamsie-poo?

Remus: How long has it been since we confessed our love for each other?

Sirius: Minutes, my love

Remus: It feels like years!

Sirius: Oh then we must do it now, my darling!

Remus: Embrace me, my love!

Sirius: Take me in your strong quidditch arms!

Lily: …. Seriously?


Thank you to @girlswillbeboys11 and @asktheboywholived for their lovely gifs!

Surprise, It’s A Baby! 

(( OOC: Lily played by: @potterdeer ))

Remus: *rolls eyes* It doesn’t have to be Christmas to have a party. *awkward pause* … But in all seriousness Lily… 

Lily: Well… *turns to James* 

Lily: And… er…I’m glad you’re sitting down. *pauses, fidgeting nervously*  … Mind handing me your wand?

Sirius: … Well that’s… interesting?

Lily: Thank you… *takes a deep breath* … James… 

James: *stutters* Oh… oh my god! 

Lily: Well… Yes… But- Merlin, how do I say this?

Lily: There’s a father… for this baby… 

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How big?!

Thanks to some recent information, it’s now official that Tikki is 10 cm tall!
With that knowledge, I wondered about using her as a unit of measurement for other things.

So if we compare Tikki’s size to Marinette’s hand

(yes, I know it’s not 100% accurate. But go with it)
We can get an approximate length of her hand.

Which means if this is how big Marinette’s hand is…
Then compare that to how big Adrien’s hands are…

*ahem* well isn’t that interesting?

anonymous asked:

OK this may sound odd but what fabric shops would you recommend in the LA area. I know you no longer live here but any advice helps, since joanns does have its limits in fabric options and in your experience is it any cheaper than Joanns or am I paying just as much?

The garmet district is what you want to do. 

Shopping in LA Fabric District

What you want to do is – HIT UP MICHAEL LEVINES FIRST BUT DONT BUY ANYTHING. Maybe pick up your pattern. Check out how much fabric you need according to the pattern, etc etc. Search the store for the fabric you need, even if you see a perfect match, leave it, don’t buy it. Trust meeeee. You’re basically making this your garaunteed last resort. I know it already seems a great deal compared to Joanns’ money grubbing prices, but trust me.

Head out to the streets and start walking up and down 9th. From Maple to San Pedro. CHECK EVERYWHERE. North shops usually have the best SPANDEX and stretch fabrics, lace and sequins. SOUTH shops usually have upholestry, leather and vinyl (there’s exceptions but this is what I noticed.) 

I garauntee you any stock of fabric at Levines is avaliable in all the surrounding stores and they will sell it way short for a bargain! 

PROTIP: Never say yes first. If you ask one of the workers in the off stores “How much is this a yard?” and they say “12,” even if thats an amazing price, still just nod and say “Thanks” and start walking away like you dont want it. They WILL ALWAYS go lower. They’ll start telling you “11! 10– 8 for you!” Especially if they know you want 2-3 yrds or more.  But don’t get intimidated either, they’ll try to corner you into saying yes. Just wave them off, tell them “Ill take a picture and come back? I just wanna compare.”  Seriously, even if you see the perfect one at one of these places for the best price, just wait until you hit all the stores. You have no idea how many times i bought something and regretted it 5 minutes later when I saw an even better version. 

Second Protip: When they ask you how many yard you want, always say 2-3. Even if you need seven. Because they’ll give it to you for cheaper if you only want that much. Then when you say, okay, ill buy it for 4 bucks a yard, as he’s measuring it out, then say “ACTUALLY can I get 5?” 

Here’s some of my favorites:

L.A. Alex has the CHEAPEST notions. Zippers, elastic, velcros, thread, muslin, etc. They are AWESOME for all extra stuff you need. Way cheap. 

JOURNAL has some of the most interesting fabric on the block, unique textiles like dancewear or lace, usually exclusive to them. This is where I found that rare ass pre-pleated suede fabric for Kylo Ren’s sleeves and the awesome shimmer-non-sparkle spandex for Miraculous Ladybug. 

.99 Fabric a yard. Literally as it says. 99cents a yard biittcchhh. I ALWAYS hit this place up because you always need cheap ass broadcloth, poplin, CHIFFON or Taffeta. He’s got it all man. Its awesome for basic shit. 

City Fabric has the best FUR and FLEECE selection you’ve ever seen. 

Mora Tex is a favorite of mine. The guy here loves cosplayers and the fabric I get here is always rich and stunning looking. I bought my Astrologian Velvet, Dishonored purple and grey suede. Kylo’s outer tunic, Rey’s tunic and shoe wool, Lavellan’s trespasser tunic, and so much NICE suiting. Basically any heavier, richer type fabrics you can probably find here. 

Trim 2000 Plus is the place I found my Inquistor buttons. This place is like a gold mine for buttons. They have the most interesting shit for super cheap. I spent like 5 bucks on both Emily and Corvos diamond cufflinks and royal button getup here.

Jerry’s all Trims. My favorite trim store!!!  He has everything! Belts too! Great for any trims, tassles, or piping you made need. AND HE LETS YOU BUY THE WHOLE ROLL OR BY YARD. I bought all the leather cord here for our Solas necklaces. And every gold piece of my Astrologian cosplay.

SOME TECHNICAL ISSUES:

-Parking in LA FABRIC district is hell on earth. The spots up by Jerry’s All trims is my secret spot, those are usually free (2 hr maximum). You can check side spots too, like between maple and san pedro, but don’t feel bad about pulling into a parking structure and paying the 7 bucks. Its not so bad. 

-Stores close around 6:00 on weekdays and saturdays. 

-WHILE PARKING IS FREE ON SUNDAY. A lot of these shops aren’t open. LA Alex and the the button store are closed for example. Button store is also closed mondays for some reason? AND EVERYTHING CLOSES BY 4 ON SUNDAY. 

-AWAYS bring cash. Lots of stores don’t take card. Or they will charge you extra for using it. There are ATMs inside some stores. But the service fee is like 3-5 bucks. YUCK. 

-Theres a random costume shop on 9th street that sells gloves. SKIP THIS. I know your tempted to buy everything at once, but this guy is way overpriced. Order your gloves on ebay for $1, trust me. 

-Best time to go is in the morning on a weekday, if you can manage it. Saturdays are hecka busy but that sometimes it a great thing cause the shops are ready to bargain.

-North of San pedro is NOT A GOOD AREA. Don’t park there. And if you’re leaving to go to Little Tokyo afterwards, turn around, take another street. 

And this, people, is the laugh of the most adorable human being of all Eos.

Headcanon that Noctis acts pissed but his heart is hammering in his chest because GODS Prompto is smiling and laughing thanks to him ! + Noctis bangs him against a tree as a revenge before going back to the camp.

(Seriously when you play this mission you realize Prompto knows exactly how to act with his prince and how a simple pout or smile will have him say yes to everything. LIKE GUYS he made Noctis wake up early to go find some mushrooms and take a pic with a giant monster next to him with this little “serious but expecting something from you my prince” look + arms crossed)

iamtheitinfivechildrenandit  asked:

Is Wylan dyslexic? I've wondered since I first met his character. Even if he isn't, I wanted to thank you for him. His character really resonates with me.

Yes. He has a severe form of dyslexia. He’s based on a friend from college who was a brilliant engineer (like seriously, he built mini tanks that rolled around the courtyard) but had to pay someone to take his history and English exams for him. 

If BTS were a reality show

Jin:/going through laundry when he finds a blunt/ WHOS BLUNT IS THIS?!

Suga: Yah whats with all the yelling?! God you sound like a freaking banshee

Originally posted by jeonbase

Jin: MIN YOONGI IS THIS YOURS /holds up blunt/

Suga:*looks offended af* 

Jin:/In the confession booth/ Yoongi might be quiet but he sure as hell ain’t innocent. Tongue technology my ass 

Originally posted by jjilljj

Yoongi: The hell jin?! That shit ain’t mine

Originally posted by trashoferverything

Jin: Then whos is it then? Hmm?

Yoongi: /in the confession booth/ Look I know that I could’ve flat out lied and blamed it on someone else but  Jhopes ass knows he deserved it! Used all my bath bombs and thought he was going to get away with it…oh well

Originally posted by jeonbase

Suga: JHOOOOOOOOPE.. it was him

Jin : JUNG HOSEOK GET YOUR BRIGHT ASS DOWN HERE

jhope:/runs into the room/ what?

Originally posted by asdfghobi

Jin: I believe that this belongs to you /hands him the blunt/

Jhope: The hell is this…no no no ..this ain’t mines

Originally posted by judgementalyoongi

Suga: BULLSHIT ITS HIS

Jhope: Why don’t you ask the maknaes I’m sure they would love to explain

Jin: My babies would never do such

Jhope:/laughs/ OH BOYS

Maknaes:/come into the room/  yes hyung?

Jin:/ narrows his eyes as he looks at the boys/

Jungkook:/ tf is this …tf is that..tf is my life/

Originally posted by baekon-stripss

Jimin:/ high af/

Originally posted by ultranicolet

Taehyung: / forgot where he is and who tf are these people/

Originally posted by dont-touch-my-faceuh

Jin : HOSEOK WHERE DID THEY GET THE WEED

Namjoon:/comes in the room in panic/ Guys I can’t find my wee- I mean I can’t find my needs, wants, desires

Suga: Um eww

Jin: KIM NAMJOON

Namjoon: Weed..what is that.. I’m too pure ..my innocence I know nothing of this weed

Originally posted by lil-unicorn-yixing

Jin:/fuming with anger/

Namjoon:/carefully takes the blunt/ thank you…i’ll just go…now

Originally posted by minniesuga

Taehyung:/seriously…who tf are these people/

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

Namjoon: Bye~/quietly leaves shutting the door behind him/

Originally posted by ksjknj

Jin:/in the confession booth/ his ass is grass when he comes back

Originally posted by minniesuga

anonymous asked:

“Hey! Give me your pants. Quick, give me your pants.” + bellarke :)

She rushes in, gold hair flying behind her, and almost knocks him straight on the ground.

“What the hell?”

Clarke pushes away from him with one hand and starts unbuckling her pants with the other.

Bellamy’s eyes widen, taking in her now bare legs as she hops around on one foot to pull them off.

“Okay, I repeat, what the hell?

Clarke motions for him to start unbuckling his belt. “Hey! Give me your pants. I need them.”

“You need what now?”

She sighs in exasperation. “Come on! Quick, give me your pants!” When he doesn’t budge she rolls her eyes. “I have a meeting with the council members and I just fell in a giant mud puddle because of this stupid rain!”

When he looks down he sees that yes, Clarke’s pants are covered in mud, but that still doesn’t explain why she wants his.

“Why can’t you just go get another pair?”

Clarke glares at him, but honestly it’s impossible to take her seriously when she’s fully dressed from the waist up and but is wearing only a pair of tight shorts on the bottom. And no, he’s not a good enough guy to not check out her legs at least once but thanks for asking.

“Because I don’t have time to run all the way back down to get my stuff. Bellamy, please?”

She looks up at him from under her lashes and he groans, throws open the buckle on his belt and shimmies out of his jeans. Clarke gives this annoyingly cute little clap and he rolls his eyes so he won’t smile.

“You owe me,” he says seriously as he hands over his pants and she nods as she pulls them up over her legs.

“Thank you!” She practically runs out of the room, the pants way too long but they still somehow look good on her. 

He radios for Jasper to grab him a change of clothes and when his friend walks in and sees Bellamy standing pissed off and pants-less he almost falls over from laughing. Before he can even open his mouth Bellamy holds up a hand to stop him.

“Don’t even ask,” Bellamy mumbles as he yanks the pants from Jasper’s hands.

“Don’t need to,” Jasper says, tears of laughter still glistening in his eyes. “It’s gotta be because of Clarke.”

Bellamy goes to shoo him away but before Jasper reaches the door he calls his name.

“How did you know it was about Clarke?”

Jasper looks at him like he’s an idiot, which is probably fair. “Because you’d do anything for Clarke.”

Bellamy stews on that for probably a little too long before coming to a conclusion.

He definitely would.

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Birthday boy.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader
Word count : 1,797
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose.

Part 10 of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’



Jared took your advice. The next weekend he went home, and the boys spent time with his parents while he tried to work on things with Gen. Again. When he came back, you could tell it hadn’t gone as well as he had hoped it would. You had passed him in the lobby, and gave him a reassuring smile on your way out.

He was tired, and drained. Between work, and trying to make things work with everyone, he felt like he was running on empty. He came home after work that Wednesday to a note taped to his door that simply said “downstairs.”

With a groan, he headed down and knocked on your door. You answered, and a wonderful smell hit him. “Come on.” You smiled and led him in, letting him shut the door behind him.

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dating taehyung

Originally posted by jjks

dating taehyung would include:

  • lots of craziness
  • and i don’t mean that in a bad way
  • taehyung has a really fun personality
  • and i feel like in a group of friends, he’s that friend that always wants to go do something
  • but his friends are always like nah, don’t feel like it right now
  • they don’t really share his enthusiasm that often
  • but if you were his girlfriend, you wouldn’t be able to say no to him
  • because he’d get so excited about these ideas he had and you’d hate to let him down
  • so you could expect a random late night phone call
  • he’d call just as you were about to get into bed and call it a night
  • and he’d say he just has to take you to this hill above the city
  • because he found the perfect spot with a great view and he planned everything
  • and you’d be like why can’t we go tomorrow and you come over here instead
  • and he’d insist he wants to take you there right then
  • and you’d tell him you’d come, but in your pajamas
  • and he’d pick you up and you’d see a bunch of stuff on the backseat, but wouldn’t ask about it
  • and when you’d get to the spot, the view would be just as magnificent as tae promised, and you’d understand why he was so excited about it
  • and you’d be happy he shared this spot with you and made you come in the middle of the night
  • the things in the backseat would turn out to be a couple of blankets, food and a bottle of wine
  • and he’d make you wait in the car until he has everything ready, he’d set up the whole thing himself
  • and then the two of you would lie down in a field above the city, far away from people, gazing at the stars, talking till morning
  • and you’d fall asleep on his chest, listening to his breathing
  • and then some other time, taehyung would hear about a new club and he’d just beg you to come with him on a random week day
  • and you’d be like “tae, i have school tomorrow, we can go on the weekend”
  • but no, taehyung would insist, he’d promise you’d have fun
  • and boy would you
  • he’d come over with a bottle of good liquor and you’d get smashed before you even got to the club
  • and drunk taehyung is the best taehyung
  • he’d be all cute and cuddly and up for everything
  • you’d just randomly say you want an ice cream on your way to the club and he’d make the taxi stop just so he could get out and get you one
  • he’s pretty outgoing
  • so it’s no problem for him to strike up a conversation with random people on the street, especially when he’s drunk
  • he’d see someone wearing a sweater he liked and he’d yell after them that he liked their sweater or hair or whatever it was he liked
  • and lots of times you’d be embarrassed because you could never come up to people like that
  • but it worked for taehyung, he’d meet so many people when he went outside that you wouldn’t be able to keep up with them
  • so it wouldn’t be a surprise if you were headed to the club, but ended up at someone’s pool party or at the other side of the city
  • lots of unexpected things from taehyung, anyway let’s get back to the club
  • when you’d get to the club (finally), he’d want to make sure you were having a good time
  • he knows you’re socially awkward and that you probably get annoyed when he talks to random people like it comes natural to him
  • and he gets why you don’t
  • so when you’d get there, he’d stop paying attention to other people and he’d start paying attention to you
  • you’d take shots and then he’d take you to the dance floor
  • and he’d dance silly at first to get you relaxed
  • but as soon as a slow song came on
  • he’d start grinding against you, whispering things in your ear
  • and you’d feel embarrassed because there were so many people around
  • but he’d be like “no one is looking at us, nobody cares, just relax”
  • and you’d give in and grind with him
  • and he’d start pecking you and kissing you and digging his hands into your hips
  • and you’d have to leave the club pretty soon because things would get too heated too fast
  • yeah, taehyung is all crazy and funny and has a nice attitude towards life
  • like when he got lost and separated from the guys
  • you’d probably panic
  • but not taehyung, he’s chill and relaxed about everything
  • he finds the good in everything anyway
  • and he’d never want to let you forget the good in you
  • so you could expect random texts from him all the time
  • he’d want to make sure you feel good with him
  • because he’s fucking ecstatic because of you
  • he loves you because you take him seriously and he feels like not many people do precisely because of his attitude
  • so he appreciates you so much
  • he appreciates that you listen to whatever he has to say and that you say yes to his random crazy ideas and that you ask for his opinion on serious matters in your life
  • so he wants you to know that he cares about you and that he’s thankful for having you in his life
  • and he’s not ashamed of expressing his feelings 
  • “thinking about you right now”
  • “i can’t stop looking at the selfie you sent me, you’re so beautiful, what are you doing with me!?”
  • “how’s my baby doing today”
  • “i bought you so many cool things today”
  • “i’m sorry about sending you a million messages, i just can’t get you out of my head”
  • “i miss you”
  • “i’m in bed, tired, wish you were here to cuddle”
  • “why are you sad? i’m coming over right away”
  • “i feel like i’m the luckiest guy in the world because i have you”
  • “i bought you a puppy, don’t kill me”
  • anyway, it would never be boring with taehyung and he’d never make you feel bad
  • he’d actually bring out the best in you because he’s so relaxed and chill and you’re not
  • you’d see how easily he talks to people and you’d start feeling more confident in yourself because of him
  • sometimes, though, even taehyung feels bad or insecure
  • and then you step in and it’s your time to give him the attention and the praise he deserves
  • when he tells you he’s not in the mood for hanging out, you immediately know something’s wrong
  • you show up at his place and just cuddle with him for hours, pecking him and playing with his hair and telling him all the things you like about him
  • or sometimes you just lay in bed next to him and hold his hand and he knows what you mean without you having to say anything
  • it comforts him just having you there with him
  • i think fights with taehyung are practically impossible
  • he doesn’t seem the type of guy to get angry easily
  • even if you did say something offensive to him or showed him you were mad, he’d laugh it off or go about it in a chill way
  • he doesn’t like yelling and screaming and slamming doors
  • he’d just be like “i get you and i’m sorry about it, let’s stop fighting”
  • he’s serious when he needs to be, and fights are something he hates and wants to avoid
  • and you’d be mad at that behavior at first because you’re emotional and passionate and you always felt like people who love each other just need to fight from time to time to get all their frustrations out
  • but it was emotionally draining to fight with your exes and you’d feel exhausted after
  • so you learned to appreciate taehyung for his chill attitude because you knew it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you
  • he just doesn’t like fighting
  • and when you would fight
  • it would be about something stupid that one of you took the wrong way
  • like he’d read a text from your male colleague or a comment on your picture on instagram
  • and he would say anything for a while, but he’d be so jealous
  • because he doesn’t even want to think about other guys wanting you, and he knows they do
  • and he knows he isn’t around as much as you’d like him to be, so he would secretly be scared of you meeting someone else who would be there for you all the time
  • so on days when he’d feel insecure, all these jealous thoughts would build up and he’d ask you about these guys
  • and he’d ask you if you want a guy who’d be around more because he can’t do that
  • and you’d feel attacked because why would you even think about someone else??? when you’re with kim taehyung????
  • and why would you want someone to be around all the time when it wouldn’t be him??
  • but you’d work it out pretty soon
  • because he trusts you and believes you when you tell him they’re friends 
  • so a relationship with tae is practically heaven
  • he’s cute, he’s good looking, he’s a life ruiner
  • he loves animals, he loves kids, he loves everyone
  • it’s hard to even get mad at a guy like that
  • you’d miss him when he’s not around, though
  • you’d miss him a lot
  • because he brings his positive energy into your life and you just feel bad when he’s not around
  • but he’d always call you and text you to let you know he’s thinking about you and that he’s coming back soon
  • and he promised you that when he’s done with his kpop idol life you two would live on a farm, far away from anyone, and have lots of kids and grow your own fruit and sell it and have a perfect little life and you’d never have to spend a day without him
  • you know that’s all highly unlikely, but you love him just for saying it
  • and brb i’m crying because i want this
take this burden

For my anonymous friend. I hope you’re doing alright. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here.


He Tian was walking home from, what felt like, the longest shift anyone had ever worked.

His back and feet ached.

His head was pounding.

He could still hear the awful pop music bouncing around in his skull and see the colorful lights on the edges of his vision.

He froze at the sound of voices from nearby.

For an hour or so after work, it was hard to tell what he was actually hearing after so many hours around bass-heavy music that just…didn’t need to be that loud.

The sound of raised voices threw him right back into bouncer-mode.

His tendency to get in the middle of things that were absolutely none of his business had caused nothing but trouble.

He stopped outside of the entrance of the alleyway that carried the voices like a microphone in the relative silence.

‘You stupid little bitch, what the fuck were you thinking?’

The voice was attached to someone who was clearly inebriated.

‘I’m sorry, I-’

The second voice was soft, laden with fearful reason.

‘Shut the fuck up, I don’t give a fuck what you have to say.’

‘I don’t-’

‘You were fucking flirting with him, did you think I wouldn’t hear you?’

‘I was just ordering a drink.’

He Tian cringed at the defiant tone.

That would only make it worse.

‘You were flirting with him, you stupid slut.’

‘I wasn’t, I- ah!’

The unmistakable sound of someone’s head hitting a brick wall.

He told himself to walk away.

This wasn’t his business.

He didn’t always need to be the hero.

‘I should beat the shit out of you right now. Maybe that would teach you a lesson.’

He Tian could walk away right now.

Go home, drink a beer, take a shower, and catch up on sleep.

That’s all he’d been thinking about all day.

‘Please stop…’ the soft voice begged.

‘Oh, fuck you.’

The, equally unmistakable, sound of bones connecting with bones, cushioned by nothing but a thin layer of flesh reached his ears.

God damn it.

‘Please-’

The desperation in the softer voice did him in.

‘Everything ok here?’ He asked in his best this-fight-is-over voice.

‘Who the fuck are you?’

Knowing there was no good answer for this, he lied.

‘Officer He. Checking on a noise complaint.

If this asshole was smart, he’d leave now.

‘Oh please. They don’t hire people like you to be cops.’

People like him, huh?

‘Sir, this is the only warning in giving you. Move along.’

The man scoffed.

‘Come on, Mo Guan Shan.’

He Tian pulled his phone from his pocket sending a quick text, and stepped between the man on his feet and the man crumpled against the wall.

‘Why don’t you go on alone. I’ll make sure he gets home safe.’

‘Fuck off, you fucking-’

God, what a douche.

He Tian knocked his arm away when the man lunged forward to hit him, grabbing his wrist and spinning him around and slamming him against the wall.

‘Look, you stupid little bitch, you need back the fuck up.’

The man scoffed as best he could with his face pressed against the rough brick.

‘You’re not a fucking cop.’

He Tian laughed, leaning in to whisper in his ear, pushing his arm half an inch farther up his back.

‘You’re right, I’m not.’

‘That’s what I-’

‘And you should be really happy about that.’

The man struggled in his grasp.

‘Because,’ he continued, tightening his fingers around the man’s wrist. ‘If I was, this would be unethical.’

The man cried out in pain and He Tian tried to refrain from smirking.

‘You ok?’ He asked over his shoulder, getting no response.

He looked to the mouth of the alley expectantly, finding it as calm and dark as it had been since he’d entered it.

Take your time, man. Shit.

‘Let me go, fuck-’

‘You seem pretty tough, buddy. Tell me how much pressure it take to break someone’s arm like this.’

‘You wouldn’t fucking dare.’

Finally, flashing lights and an obnoxious siren pulled up a few feet away.

The man froze.

He Tian laughed, yanking his arm up just enough to make sure it would hurt to perform daily activities for the next few weeks.

He waited until the officer was standing a foot or so away and taking a step back, giving into that urge to smirk when the asshole fell to his knees.

‘What’s going on here, gentlemen?’

He Tian backed away slowly.

‘I found him like this, officer. I heard yelling and just wanted to make sure everything was ok.’

Zhengxi, in his ridiculous uniform, rolled his eyes, turned around, and pointed his flashlight on the man sitting on the ground.

‘Is that true sir?’ He asked, getting down on one knee to handcuff the kneeling man.

The man, bleeding from the lip, a nasty bruise forming under his eye, glanced at He Tian.

He nodded.

‘Y-yes.’

Zhengxi nodded seriously, yanking the cuffed man to his feet.

‘You got this?’ He asked He Tian quietly.

More nodding.

‘I’ll send Jian Yi over in a bit. I’ll keep you updated.’

‘Thank you.’

He Tian squeezed the officer’s shoulder as he passed, reciting the speech He Tian had helped him memorize months ago.

He Tian slowly approached the bleeding man, extending a hand and helping him up.

‘What is this?’ He asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. ‘Vigilante justice?’

‘Something like that.’

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Sniffles and chocolate (Lin x Reader)

This is kind of a quick one shot in celebration of reaching 1.5k followers. It may also be me just trying to cheer myself up since I have The Cold™. 

Masterlist // Requests // Askbox

Summary: Reader is very much in love with the star of the hottest musical of the decade. It turns out the star seems to be shining extra brightly when he gets to take care of Reader when they’re sick.

Warnings: None. Just fluff all the way.

Wordcount: 1,678

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You knew it the moment you woke up. The feeling of a sore throat and a nose filled with snot had knocked you back into the bed before, but not like this. This was accompanied by a fever, and the fact that it felt like someone had kicked you in the face while you were asleep. To put it on paper, the february cold that had plagued the workplace for weeks had finally caught up with you too.

Since two months ago, you had been working as an assistant to the head of the costume department at the Richard Rogers theatre, the home to the (according to you) best musical of the decade, Hamilton.

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submitted by @violetvirus: I SAW YOU TAGGED THIS AS SHIGEO AND I WANTED TO QUICKLY CREATE A THinG SO HERE /runs/

OMG???? WHAT????!?!????? THIS IS FANTASTIC???? I’M?????  

and YES OH GOD i did in fact tag that post as shigeo!!! adlfiqrlnfrkoqmleqkls;ls; I’M CRYIN!!! is that not him tho???? like???? he takes milk very seriously,,,, BUT YEAH THIS CAME OUT GREAT!! I LOVE IT? *frames & puts it on my wall* 

Hey! I love your AU!!! So cute and perfect… And I adore Cas and Gabe’s relationship, and I thought, did Cas ever stood up for Gabe? I tought of that all day and this was born XD, trashy, i know, but i couldn’t hold myself lol. (Also don’t mind my english please, it’s so bad oh god. Greetings from Brazil mate XD)


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Aaaah that’s so awesome ♥♥♥ ;w; thank you!! And YES, Cas most definitely starts taking his Brotherly Duties seriously when he gets older. Unfortunately he is kinda tone deaf concerning social interaction, so a very surprised Dean had to pluck him off of a bemused Lucifer after the Archangel had been (playfully) taunting Gabe, hehe ♥

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Hello Sendai!

This is the translation of Visual Board Tour Event Story (not voiced). Special thanks to Edmund (@iamtheoceansgaywaves) for proofreading♡

Visual Board Tour Event: Sendai | Sapporo

Mitsuki: Today, we’re starting IDOLISH7’s new web program, named…

All: Kimi to ‘Ai'dolish Nai to~! (1)

Riku: This web program is presented by the popular idol group, IDOLISH7!

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     SHIPPING.

     [ I wish people would stop shipping every character under the sun. My first blog was a single-ship, my second blog never had a ship, my third (main) is now dual-ship. I have one sort-of ship on Doflamingo. Combined on my 8 accounts, I have 4 ships. I guess it’s just a thing for me, that I prefer there to be more meaning behind a ship than just the fact that the mods want them to be together. Yeah, sure, I enjoy shipping as much as everyone, but I think there is such a thing as TOO MUCH SHIPPING. Things can be interesting without there being romantic / sexual interactions. That, and I also think it’s pretty ooc, when people have their muse fall for 200 people, when, in canon, they’ve never fallen for anyone ( this especially applies to one piece characters, since one piece is not really about romance ). ]

     OCS.

     [ We don’t need more OCs in the One Piece fandom. We have some really good ones, but, to me, most of them are not interesting. I would far rather interact with a canon character than most OCs I see around. I’m not saying I hate OCs, because, in reality, I adore them when they’re done right ( some of my fav blogs are OCs; @vagabondofbabel​,  @waveringiridescence , @shrapnelsong , @cfkindness , @partinglass​ to mention a few ). However, a majority of the OCs I see around are not to my taste, so, I would much rather people stopped making new OCs ( in the one piece fandom ), and rather picked up canon characters. ]

Breaking... Ch.12

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A/N: This chapter took way too long because I wasn’t planning for it but it’s here now so let’s go y’all! I’ll get back to the main plot next chapter I swear!

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Breaking Trust

You felt the impact send waves through your skull, they reverberated through your brain. Bouncing off the bone. You were falling past the ground, it seemed like the ground faded from under you. Varying shades of grey were around you and sticking out like jagged stone; but as it faded out to white you felt the familiar wrapping of silk around your body. Just as you saw the end of the gleaming fabric, one of the pieces wrapped itself around your leg and dangled you above your point of exit. You stared numbly into the light, you couldn’t see anything beyond it but you could hear something faint. “Miss, I’m going to need you to step back and leave the room! The doctor needs room to work.” It was a woman, she sounded older and frustrated. “No! Please, I need to be here with her! Y/N! Please, wake up!” Another woman said, she seemed much younger than the first and her ton was frantic. Her voice was familiar. “Damn it all! She’s drifting off! Miss L/N, do not fall back asleep!” An older male voice called. You tried to fight the silk and reach out towards the voices but it was no use. The silk raised you up as you struggled and flung you the way you fell. You flew through the air, past the white, past the rocks and into the light you came from.

             Your eyes shot open as you gasped for air. You were laying on some kind of couch and you felt the warmth and light from a fire nearby.

“Well, at least you’re finally up.” A female voice said curtly. You looked around to see a woman standing by a door. Her clothes were similar to yours, only her bodice was orange and had longer sleeves. “Honestly, you’re lucky to be alive at all. If Mr. Burr had not seen your horse, you would certainly be dead.” Mr. Burr? Her voice was cold, her hair, skin and eyes all matched that tone. Icy.

“Where am I?” You asked as your frantically sat up. She chuckled at your panic.

“I shall inform Mr. Burr of your current status. Wait here.” She ordered you and walked out of the room. What the hell happened? The last thing I remember… You touched the left side of your face and winced. You felt some sort of bandage along your left temple and although you couldn’t see it, you could feel how bruised your face was. There were footsteps coming toward the door so you stood up, you still felt a bit dizzy but you quickly steady yourself. In walked in a familiar man, dark skin, wearing a deep purple and a pleasant smile.

“I see that you are awake. What was your name? Titania, was it?” He asked.

“M-Mr. Burr, sir! Um, that’s what I am called yes?” Am I lying? He nodded and sensed your confusion about the situation.

“I heard a commotion outside my door at sun rise and saw a horse with gear standing on my lawn. I recognized it as belonging to Mr. Hamilton and decided I should send it back to his estate but it was acting rather strange.  It kept moving away from me whenever I approached and, although it was probably foolish for to think it, it seemed to want to show me something. Low and behold you were not even a twenty meters from my home. I brought you back and called for a doctor, you had a terrible head wound but he said that you would wake up soon. Luckily he was correct, the sun has just only begun to set.” He explained. That’s crazy! Seriously universe? Why do you have to be such a bitch to me?!

“I don’t know what to say… Thank you, Mr. Burr! You really saved my life! I don’t know how I can thank you enough let alone repay you for this!”

“No need for thanks, I couldn’t just leave you out to die now could I? And in terms of repayment, I shall talk with Alexander about that.” Talk with Alex…Fuck… He’s not supposed to know about what happened! And hell I’ve already caused them enough trouble, why do I have to be like this?! He’s going to have to pay money for my idiocy! Ugh! He could read your disappointment as if you were actually saying it to him.

“Is something the matter?” He asked. Fuck.

“No, no, no, no, no! That’s perfectly fine! It’s just… I don’t exactly like having other people pay my debts but I suppose I’ll have to just live with it.” This is going to be bad when they get back… He closed his eyes like he was thinking about something. You couldn’t read his expression at all, which was something that Alex frequently complained about him. He was elusive.

“I have a proposition for you then, Miss Titania.” What?

“A proposition?” You asked.

“My wife you see, has fallen quite ill and we are a bit short of staff. I am aware that the Hamiltons are up town for the winter. Perhaps, while they are away, you could lend your services to help around here.” He offered.

“Seriously? Thank you so much, Mr. Burr! I just really don’t want to cause any problems for Alex and I’ll work really hard to make sure my debt is paid-“ He shushed you.

“Talk less.” Wait, what? “I will take that as a yes, however there are some rules you must follow.”

“Oh, um, of course.”

“Things are done very differently around here than at Alexander’s. You are at the Burr estate now and you must behave as such. Based on how you have worked at the Hamilton’s I can tell that your personality is rather… loud. That will not be the case while you are with me. Talk less, smile more. That is how you shall operate. You will be expected to hold a demeanor of calm and collectiveness at all times. I will not tolerate anything less, is that clear?” You were surprised by how serious he was while speaking to you, you were actually taken aback. I suppose not everything could be as accepting as it is with them… Even with the terms being so out of character for you, you knew you had to try. So you agreed to the conditions.

             That night you were given back your horse and set out for the estate. You felt slightly uncomfortable with having to ride again after what happened but it was your only option. You were going to be a maid for the Burr’s and would have to leave at dawn every morning to get there on time for work. You got back home, led the horse back to the stables and went inside. You hastily prepared a fire to ward off the chill in your bones. You weren’t sure why but you didn’t have a good feeling about this.

Dear Starlight,

             It already feels as though I have been away from you a century, has it truly only been a month and a half since I have seen you? I miss you, I miss our conversations, I miss your lectures, I miss your voice, your spirit, your passion. I miss it all, everything down to the way you hold a teacup as though it could fall apart in your hands. It is very quiet uptown; I do not think I like the quiet though. It feels empty and, dare I say, a bit lonely without you by my side to share your thoughts on this world we live in. Everyone else misses you as well. Father and Mother have been telling Grandfather all about you, he seems to find you quite charming. Angelica says that studying is becoming a bore without you there to give her alternative methods of remembering her work. Even Alexander, James and John seem quite withdrawn; specifically, they long for one of your fairytales. I have no idea what they are talking about but it has something to do with a fruit that can show you everything you desire? Or was it about gaining knowledge from it? It sounds fascinating, then again, everything about you intrigues me. It is surprising to think that it has not even been an entire year since our first meeting, I feel as though I have known you my entire life. Although since we are on a similar subject, I have some rather exciting news. My birthday is next week! I shall be turning sixteen, soon enough I will no longer be considered a boy but instead a young man. However, I only care about that title when it comes to you. Your wit and luminosity may suggest you consider me an equal. Yet, does that mean your heart sees me as such? I wish not to be considered a child in thine eyes, a boy who becomes as red as a blooming rose over his frivolous romanticized fantasies. I do not think the word ‘different’ quite fits how I see you, perhaps extraordinary would be a better term? You are not like any of the other maidens I have encountered; you are bold, utterly silly and stubborn in every wondrous way. You are the brightest star is the sky, the North Star. Others gaze upon you and wonder where you shall lead them, while I can only hope that you will take pity on a soul deprived of your love, a soul left completely helpless. I see your eyes and smile in the night sky, Lord knows that I have prayed. I have prayed that you will leave your celestial heaven and keep beside me. Is it not embarrassing? Even on paper I cannot articulate what I am feeling without becoming muddled. Perhaps it is best if I wait to express myself when I meet you at the end of February. Until then ma cherié, please do not forget to write. I know you must be busy as to not have the time to write but that shall not stop my own writing tendencies, your words bring me more joy than you could possibly imagine.

Sincerely yours,

P. Ham, your sunshine.

Your mind and your heart were telling you two distinctly different things by the time you finished reading Philip’s letter. Why does everything have to be so complicated?! You held your head in your hands, trying to decide what to do next. It’s been two weeks since you started to work for Aaron Burr and to say you hated it would an understatement. You’ve never felt so restricted in your entire life, it was huge reality check for you. Not everything could be all feminism and modern like it was with Alexander. Proper etiquette hangs over your head constantly, you never expected Burr to be as uptight as he is. It isn’t all bad though, Mrs. Burr is actually quite lovely. She tells you many stories of her younger days when she’s well enough to speak cohesively. Honestly, the best times were when she was awake, it always gave you the chance to take a breather from Aaron. He wants to be by her side as often as time allows, he acts like a completely different person around her. He’s happy. That doesn’t last too long though, and Sarah doesn’t help much either. Sarah was the maid that was ‘by your side’ when you awoke at the Burr estate. She’s kind of, maybe, the worst person. She frequently taunts you for the position you’re in and tries to accuse you because of your relationship with the Hamilton’s. “I know what you did, who knew a man would actually defend his whore.” When you asked her what she was trying to imply she said. “I wonder how the son reacted to learn that his whore was also his father’s. I believe I would pay to see such an encounter!” No matter how many times you try to convince her of the truth, she just shuts you down and claims that a prostitute will do anything to hide her sins. First of all, I’ll do what I damn well please with my body! Second of all, I DID NOT have an affair with Alexander! Seriously, I thought this whole situation was over! You didn’t have time to read the letter before you had to leave for work, so you took it with you. You heard footsteps from beyond the door you were behind and quickly hid the letter in your bodice. You stood up from where you were sitting at the dining room table, taking your spare cloth off of your apron and using it to wipe the table. You know, to make it seem like you were working even though there was nothing to clean yet. Sarah, cold looking as ever, came bursting in.

“Good morning, Miss Home Wrecker. I will be taking care of Lady Burr today, which means you will be in charge of everything else for the day. I suggest you be on your best behavior, or else you shall receive quite a tongue lashing from Mr. Burr… Although you probably want that!” She snorted as she left you alone to fester in your anger. Fuck you too, Sarah! Okay Y/N, calm down. It’s only for another five or so weeks. I can do this! Just put on your best smile and suck it up, buttercup! You took a deep breath and left to take your normal rounds. Things were going relatively smoothly, at least until mid-day approached.

             You heard a carriage drawing into the ‘driveway’ as you started to call it. Ugh, a visitor… Normally, you wouldn’t mind having to greet a visitor, but you haven’t had to deal with any of Burr’s guest yet. You weren’t excited. Nevertheless, you did what you were taught, you walked over to the door and smiled sweetly. You heard footsteps and you opened the door, closing your eyes to block out the brightness from the light hitting the snow outside.

“Welcome to the Burr estate! What may I do for you today?” You asked in a bubbly voice.

“Well I’ll be damned.” Oh no. Please let it be a hallucination! Please let it be a hallucination! You slowly opened your eyes and to no surprise the first thing you see is a bright color. Magenta. The whole image started to fade in, Thomas Jefferson, in all his horridness, was standing in front of you. On top of that, you had to greet him with a smile and give him hospitality. I’d rather shut the door in his face… You bit your tongue and moved out of the way for him so that he could enter. “Well, well, well, Miss Titania! I would never guess I would find you here. What brings you? I thought Hamilton was away for the winter?” He gave you a mischievous grin as you shut the door behind him.

“Simply working, nothing worthy of noting.” You said through gritted teeth. He chuckled, but before he could retort, Burr’s voice echoed from the nearby staircase.

“Hello Thomas, forgive me but my wife is awake at the moment so I must focus on her. Miss Taylor, please make him some tea.” Can I pour the tea on him?! You nodded to the demand, you couldn’t exactly say no. You turned and began to walk towards the dining room.

“Take a seat, I’ll be back with your tea shortly.” You lashed, obviously annoyed. He smiled, but he didn’t sit down.

“Actually, I would much rather follow you. I hate not having company and personally, I’d say you make some pretty fine company.” He raised his eyebrows up slightly. This bitch… You shot him a thin smile and turned to walk into the kitchen, rolling your eyes as he trailed behind you. You began the tea preparations, hoping that he would at least give you the pleasure of not speaking. You were not granted that pleasure.

“How have you been Miss Titania?” He asked, your back turned to him.

“Fine.” You said insipidly. You began to heat up the water and turned to find Jefferson a few feet away from you.

“That’s a rather noxious injury you’ve got there.” He pointed and traced out in the air the slight crescent shape from the stitching on your left temple. You covered it up with your hand. “May I ask how that happened?” He asked with curiosity in his brown eyes, you spoke as you walked past him to grab the tea box.

“It seems that I am no equestrian, Mr. Jefferson.” You said with dun. He clicked his tongue.

“I see.” After that, things went silent for a moment. You got out the teapot and made the tea, now all that was left was for you to set up the tray and cups, you assumed Burr would join him shortly. You set the tray down, picked out he saucers, the cream and sugar as well. You grabbed one of the tea cups with both hands, careful not to drop it and as you picked up the second one, Thomas spoke up.

“How has Philip been recently.”

Crack, shatter, puncture, warm.

             Some glass fragments from the delicate cup began to trickle from your seizing hands, the pieces digging into your palms. You whipped your head around, shock was etched into his features and it only grew deeper when he saw the burning hatred on your own.

“Don’t ever! You do not have the right to ask me about him after what you did! You made him hate me! Even if it was only for a day, it killed me! You do not deserve the grace of hearing his effulgent name, let alone say it!” You spat, you had had enough. You couldn’t hold back anymore, you were tumultuous. You felt like crying, screaming, and being sick all at the same time. He doesn’t deserve to know how wonderful that family is! He almost ruined them! He threw his hands up to show peace.

“Whoa, perhaps it would be best to calm down.” He said in an oddly soothing voice. You wanted to yell, don’t tell me to calm down! But you realized something.

The cup

You opened your hands and the rest of the glass fell to the floor, there were tiny cuts on your hands and blood prickled out from the ends but that’s not what you cared about. Fuck! You crouched down onto the ground and frantically began to pick up the pieces, gathering them up in your apron cloth to hold them.

“No, no, no, no! Burr’s going to kill me!” You spoke breathlessly and then a voice you really didn’t want to hear.

“Why am I going to kill you?” Burr asked dryly. He looked down at what you were doing, his expression blank. You hated that look, it made you even more fearful than most things. The idea that he could be thinking of anything and you wouldn’t know terrified you enough as it was. But now it was directed at you. You were about to apologize, try to convince him it was an accident and that you were sorry but you were interrupted.

“I dropped my cup, you know me Burr, my senses are never quite right when I’m around a pretty lady! I’ll pay for it, don’t worry about it!” Jefferson laughed. What? What’s he doing? Burr sighed and shook his head, rubbing his temples, which he commonly did when he was stressed.

“Seriously, Thomas? You can’t stop your womanizing for even a second? Well… It’s not the good china so I suppose no harm was done. I came in here to tell you that we shall head to the cabinet in a moment, I just have to get properly dressed first. It’ll only be a moment. Taylor, please clean up this mess.” He said as he turned and left the two of you alone once more. You quickly gathered up the rest of the glass and stood up, making sure it wouldn’t fall out of the sides of your apron, the edges you holding lightly between your fingers. You turned to look at Jefferson.

“Why…? Why did you cover for me?” You were dumbfounded, he took a deep breath.

“I know how Burr can be, it was honestly just better to say that I did it. Besides, I’m not a scoundrel all the time you know?” You disposed of the glass as he stepped closer to you. He was only a foot away from you by the time you noticed, he held out his hand.

“May I see your hands?” He asked calmly. You reluctantly showed him your hands, he held one in each of his and inspected them closely. “Hm, you should be alright. Clean them up, use a cloth to stop the bleeding and if anyone asks, tell them you slipped on the ice outside.” He instructed, you nodded along, still a bit confused.

“Why would you help me? Don’t you hate me or what I stand for or something?” He sighed at your question.

“Listen, I will admit that my accusations were under a false pretense, that I apologize for. I wasn’t asking you about Philip to be antagonizing, I was genuinely curious. I talked to James a while back and he told me about what you said. ‘I don’t care about my name’ All you care about is everyone else’s wellbeing. You could say it put things into perspective for me. Why would a whore care about her ‘lover’ and not have it be about money? Why would Hamilton write an entire pamphlet to protect the dignity of one mistress but incriminate the other? It doesn’t make sense, unless I’m wrong and that you truly had nothing to do with it. It was presumptuous of me, and for that I am very sorry. When it comes to Philip however, I am rather close to Angelica and we have discussed the two of you the recently. So do not worry, I get it.” He let go of your hands and gave you a soft smile, walking past you towards the exit into the dining room. “I should meet with Burr, perhaps I shall meet with you again in the future, Titania? It would be a real shame to not see your pretty face again. Au revoir, mademoiselle.” He waved goodbye to you with that same grin on his face. What just happened? Is he not an asshole 24/7? You were left to stew in your questions for a bit, but you eventually followed the directions he gave you, pushing the questions to the back of your mind. Which then made new questions form.

What am I going to do when they get back?

Beauty and the Beast - Ch. 2

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Beauty and the Beast: Star Trek AU. Leonard x Reader. 2,312 word(s). No warnings

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You followed James and Spock as they tinkered down the hallway, still trying to process this whole bizarre situation. Jim’s candlesticks being the only light as they glowed brightly in the dark hallway.

“Oh no, my horse” you say suddenly, feeling guilty for forgetting about Quinto out in the storm.

“It’s alright miss, we’ve already gotten him sheltered in our barn in the back. He’ll be perfectly safe and warm” Spock replied as he slipped inside a doorway.

“Come on, just in here” James said as he waved you over through the door. You followed them through the door and shut it softly behind you.

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The Road to Heaven is in the Arms of a Winchester

Characters: Reader Insert, Sam, Dean, Castiel

Wordcount: 1500

Warnings: Death, angst

Summary: The reader gets hurt on a hunt. Will she get help in time?

A/N: @trexrambling  requested, “Option A: He knew she was safe, and that was the only thing that mattered. OR Option B: All the words had been said, and now there was only a deep, aching silence.” I hope this does the trick :)

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The hunt was never supposed to end this way.

The world around you felt muted—you were barely aware of the light, warm trickle from your nostril, the cold wind coming in from the broken window, your various bruises and lacerations from the fight, or the splintered wood floor upon which you’d fallen to your knees.

You always got back up from being thrown, even when you hit your head so hard you saw stars in your eyes, or momentarily lost the ability to hear. No matter what, you always stood back up and didn’t fall back down.

Not this time.

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Tony: Take off your shirt.

Steve: Why?

Tony: Please can you take off your shirt, ‘cause I can’t stop thinking, and then you just…

Steve: Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

Tony: Alright, okay, okay, okay.

Steve: [removing his shirt] Okay, okay, okay.

Tony: Fuck! Seriously? It’s like you’re photoshopped. Can I…?

[walks forward and touches Steve’s abs]

Steve: Ahh! You have cold hands. Now you take off your shirt.

Tony: No.

Steve: Yes.

Tony: No way. Not with all of that going on. No, thank you. Is there dim lighting somewhere?