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These New Jedi Don’t Know Anything

Force Ghost Anakin: [sprawled out across Obi-Wan’s lap, half asleep, watching a blaringly-loud soap opera] Oh man, those two are so hooking up this week.
Force Ghost Obi-Wan: [sitting on Luke’s sofa, petting Anakin’s hair, wearing reading glasses and not looking up from reading a book called Betrayal: True Stories of Fallen Apprentices] Uh huh. 
Force Ghost Yoda: [floating on a nearby throw pillow, knitting] Liked the second season better, I did. 
Anakin: Yeah, it’s kind of jumped the shark, but I still have to see what happens with my OTP. 
Luke: [meditating, cracking one eye open] Guys, can you keep it down? I’m trying to commune with the Force. 
Anakin: We are the Force. 
Luke: No, dad, I mean the – [stops, looks around] 
[everyone snaps to attention] 
Obi-Wan: [removing his glasses] What was that?
Luke: [closing his eyes again] I…I think someone’s coming. A girl! 
Yoda: A new Jedi, you think?
Luke: Yeah…whoever it is, they definitely have the Force with them. 
Anakin: Well…go out there! Introduce yourself!
Luke: Should I…should I do something?
Obi-Wan: Are there any cliffs with good lighting you could stand on?
Anakin: [peering out the window] What’s the wind situation like out there?
Yoda: A robe, he needs, for drama. 
Obi-Wan: [putting one on Luke] Yes, it would never do to go out there without one…
Anakin: So what’s your plan, son?
Luke: Uh…say “hello, my name is Luke”?
[Anakin, Obi-Wan and Yoda look at each other uneasily] 
Obi-Wan: [dismayed] …”hello, my name is Luke”?
Luke: Well, I should greet her, right? I mean, what are you guys suggesting? I just put a hooded cape on and stand outside silently in the wind like a weirdo? And then, what? Dramatically un-hood myself while my hair blows around while remaining totally wordless? Heh…that…that would be…
[The Force Ghosts side-eye him]
Luke: O-OK, you guys know best. [puts his hood on] Well, wish me luck. [he goes outside to meet Rey] 
Obi-Wan: [annoyed] You see what happens when I’m not allowed to train someone until they’re an adult? Those are basic Jedi presentation skills! 
Yoda: A shame, it is. 
Anakin: [nodding solemnly] Really. I love the kid, but that is disappointing. 

My Reaction to the Rose teasers

So this is a brooding, sexy concept? Ok, I can totally get on board with that!

Kind of an odd place for you to sit against Jonguppie, from your outfit it looks to be winter…so you probably shouldn’t be leaning…against a heater…

Are they all lying in weird places?? Why is Youngjae on the floor???

…Ok something strange is going on here, the man is like 50 feet tall, why would they shove him onto a kitchen bench? Still giving bedroom eyes though…

Ah at last, a normal place to lounge…

…You’ve lost me. 

sinister-violinist  asked:

will you teach me the art of the lined-eye, oh Great Master? (long story short, i tried to day and it failed. so bad. the eyeliner didn't even look like eyeliner- i looked like a raccoon)

oh, man. it’s way easier to show someone how to do eyeliner than to tell them, but… i can try. this is gonna be long, i’m gonna try to make it as thorough as i can. 

first of all, don’t be afraid to mess up. seriously, that perfect wing™ takes practice… no one’s just born knowing how to do it (except shiro). i’ve been doing it for years and i like to think i’m pretty good at it, but if you all saw the amount of q-tips and makeup wipes i go through to make it perfect… you’d lose your faith in me. lol

anyway, if you’re learning, i find pencils are the easier to use. you’re less likely to make the line bumpy, because it’s a softer line in the first place, but if you try to do a wing you’ll probably need a q-tip to sharpen the end. gel is a bit trickier because you need to use a brush, but it’s wayyyyy easier to make a wing or a bolder look. liquid pens are the easiest of the liquid variation but i hate them because they dry out so easily, while liquid dip liners are definitely the hardest to use, but overall (in my opinion) are the best ones to use if you want that really sharp perfect look. 

okay so actually doing it… everyone has their own way, but the tip we usually give clients is to put the pencil/brush sideways on your lash line (rather than straight on) so that it’s laying flat on your eyelashes. it makes it WAY easier, trust me. kinda like this: 

then, instead of drawing one, continuous line (NEVER do that in makeup– you’re just screwing yourself over) do small, thin strokes across the lashline. you can make it thicker if you want, i just find it’s easier to start with a thin line, then build it from there. and make sure it’s right on top of the lashes– no one wants that weird strip of eyelid between the liner and lashes.

if it makes it easier you can shut your eye, but try not to tug too hard on the skin when you hold it taught (the skin around your eye is really delicate, and you’re just harming it by doing that).

for the wing, take the flat of the brush/pencil and press it to the corner of your eye and up, as if continuing your waterline. like this:

then fill it in!

remember it’s okay to fuck it up. q-tips exist for a reason. (another tip is take a clean angled liner brush, dip it in a waterproof makeup remover, and remove/fix smudges like that!) 

i hope this helps!! this is generally how we teach it to clients, but everyone kinda has their own way of doing it, you just have to practice :D

Amends (part one)

Carter Baizen x reader

Notes: fluff, smut, angst, mentions of past alcohol and drug abuse, swearing. 

A/N: I started writing this about a year ago and left it alone after that. I was incredibly bored at work and managed to throw a little bit of it in there. For your information: the reader works as an optician (like myself!) but it’s not mentioned all that much. (I was actually looking for one of the most mundane-sounding job some one could do after modelling, and I found it XD) It’s been tweaked and improved (if I say so myself) and I hope you enjoy it! 

Originally posted by super-slick-imagines-chick

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes”

You looked up from your work to stare straight into the eyes of none other than Carter Baizen; fucking. Carter. Baizen.

Completely baffled you stared for a few seconds, but quickly turned back to what you were doing. The man had hurt you more than you could bare. The filthy rich guy who came to you, a former working class girl, every once in a while to have a little fun for some time; only to up and leave without a word when he found something better. Until you were done that is; done with the modelling lifestyle, done with the too bright spotlights and especially done with Carter Baizen. You decided that there was nothing more left for you in New York city, and packed your bags and high tailed it out of there to Europe, back to your home country.

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anonymous asked:

Hercules scene where Meg realizes she loves Herc, maybe the quote "who'd you think you're kidding here, he's the earth and heaven to ya" with Sirius please? I feel like he would be a good fit for Hercules bc he is such a good sweetheart but gets to be a bit arrogant at times and becomes a ladies' man ;)

“Come on, (Y/N), go to the ball with me?” Sirius pestered for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

“And if I say yes?” you questioned, your eyes searching his. Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas watched the exchange eagerly.

“I’ll make it a night to remember,” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively. 

Noticing the displeased look in your eye and your hands beginning to pile your books back into your bag, he hastily added, “Please, (Y/N)? I’d really like to spend the evening with you.”

His normally mischievous eyes were surprisingly sincere and the borderline pleading in his voice was enough to crack you. It was odd seeing the notably confident and composed Sirius Black looking so flustered. Because of you. 

You sighed, “Okay, Sirius, I’ll go with you.” 

His face lit up like a child’s on Christmas morning, “Great, I’ll pick you up down here at 6:30?”

“She’ll be there,” chirped Marlene, in your silence. 

You nodded, a small smile peeking through your previous frown, and went back to your books.

After Sirius sauntered up to his room, the other three girls exchanged glances before giggling. 

“What?” you snapped, just trying to get through your essay. 

“You love him,” Lily exclaimed.  

You shook your head, “I do not.”

“Yes, you do (Y/N)! You’re in love with him, he’s in love with you. What’s the problem?” Marlene interjected.

“We’re friends!” you glared. “Besides, isn’t he still seeing that Hufflepuff?”

“No,” Marlene assured, “besides he was never ‘seeing’ that girl. He was doing it to make you jealous.”

You choked out a shocked, “What?”

“It. Wasn’t. Real.” Lily broke it down for you. “It’s okay to feel that way about him, (Y/N). We’ve seen the way you look at him.”

Dorcas nodded in agreement, “You look at him like he’s heaven on earth.”

“And he looks at you like you put the stars in the sky,” Marlene added. 

You bit back a grin and buried your face in your essay to hide the blush that was covering your cheeks. Obviously, you couldn’t finish your essay that night. You were too busy thinking of Sirius and the impending Yule Ball. 

Originally posted by potter-imagines-here


Ship: Wolfstar
Warnings: Angst

One week out

Sirius opened his eyes and sighed at the warmth he was feeling around him. After many years in Azkaban he was so thirsty for what he didn’t get in the prison. He turned around on the pillow and found himself facing Remus who was looking at him with soft eyes that were doubting. Doubting that Sirius was here. After one week he still couldn’t believe the black haired man was lying next to him. He reached out his hand to touch his cheek. Sirius pushed his cheek into Remus’ touch. “Good morning…”, he said and moved a bit closer. It had been a long night because of his nightmares but Remus had comforted him. As soon he had felt his arms around him he could relax. “Good morning. Are you okay?”, Remus asked softly while bending to Sirius to kiss his forehead. “You slept better than the last nights.” Sirius wasn’t really sure if he was okay. But he felt much better since he was here. Of course he did but there still was the feeling that everything was too much. Living in the dark and cold prison listening to the talking and the screams of the inmates day and night made him feel weird now he was having all the comfort and freedom. It would need a long time until he would be able to really feel at home again. But Remus was already giving his best to make him feel good. When Sirius himself was raising his hand to touch Remus as well he felt a sudden weight around his wrist, making him flinch. He grabbed his wrist and sat up. He could still feel the heavy chains around it. His breath fastened for a second before he felt Remus’ arms wrapped around his body and calmed down again. “Thank you…”, he whispered and gave him a tentative smile.
Sirius still couldn’t believe he was finally here. Every second he thought he’d wake up thinking it was just a dream. But it just felt too real to be a dream. Remus close too him felt too good. And he had the smell of forest, tea and chocolate all around him. Whenever he could smell it he instantly felt better.
Slowly Remus pulled back his arms and got out of the bed. “I will make us some hot chocolate. It’ll make you feel better”, he said with a soft smile and left the room making Sirius staying back. The first five days he had been following Remus scared of being left alone. But he now understood he’d come back though he still felt uncomfortable. He pulled the blanket higher while digging his fingers into it. Soon after Remus came back and when Sirius was drinking the hot chocolate he was indeed feeling better.

One month out

While the days were going by Sirius finally could relax when being at home alone. At least during the day while he needed Remus in the night. He couldn’t be without him. The darkness scared him too much. During the full moon he stayed with Remus as well, taking care of him after the transformation as well. He was still used to it after doing that at school. He also didn’t feel that useless anymore. Though the feeling vanished soon after again.
Remus couldn’t leave whenever he wanted because of Sirius’ anxieties of being alone especially when it was dark outside. Sirius wasn’t happy about that. He didn’t want to tie Remus down and though he said it was okay Sirius knew it wasn’t. Not at all. Sometimes it made him aggressive and he started throwing things around. But at least he forgot to be afraid during this times.
As the months went by even that got better and he was okay with being alone in the evening and on better days also during the night. Of course it was always better when Remus was with him and he was having nightmares whenever he was alone. Over all he still felt better compared to some weeks before.
Remus was glad seeing Sirius’ condition getting better. But he still was worried. Sometimes when Sirius reached out for him he cringed, pressing his hands to his body because of no particular reason. Whenever he asked Sirius answered he felt like he would still be wearing the chains and sometimes he just felt a sudden weight around his wrists.
Remus didn’t question it and Sirius was glad he didn’t. He wouldn’t want to talk about it anyway.

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After a word with the hostess, we were seated in the darkest corner in the rear of the restaurant.  After we settled in and placed our orders, I looked into the dark eyes of the man sitting across the table, and slid him an envelope.

Farpoint holds a charity auction on Friday nights and this year one of the items was a private meet and greet with Enver, for you and one other person.   I managed to snag it, so on Saturday night @lillianfromaccounting and I sat down with him in the back corner of the hotel restaurant for a surprising revealing chat.  It started with us laughing about how I unconsciously turned the meet and greet into a set up for a spy novel.  (The envelope just contained the swag I was sharing with other fans).

We didn’t know what to expect, as we were given no guidelines other than “show up at this time and place.”  What happened was something really special.

Enver is a great storyteller, on stage and off.  He doesn’t just answer the question, he tells you a story, with all the attendant detail and reasoning behind what happened.  Everyone who works with him praises him for his professionalism and preparation, so this wasn’t terribly surprising but immensely enjoyable, at the table or at a panel.  

Tucked away at a table with just us, he chose to share a little more of his personality, his motivations and thought processes.  Lillian asked what was next and he shared some of his personal projects with us.  Between that and some of his answers about his different roles, he shared with us more of his private self, which he didn’t have to do.  “I’m such a nerd,” he said, before showing us something on his phone to illustrate a point.  In person he’s incredibly passionate about both his personal interests and about the process of storytelling.  He’s very much a technician–a person who is interested in how things work, and why, and how things (not just acting) can be done better. He provides lots of examples and was just intelligent, knowledgeable and candid. It was an unexpected delight to end up chatting about sociological insights for human behavior, among other things.   

I’ll be sharing some tidbits in future posts, but it was amazing that he chose to share so much with us, and I’m so delighted he did! It was really a one-of-a-kind experience. 

okay fun fact Riz Ahmed has been one of my endless Potential Rincewind Fancasts for a couple of years and the fact that he’s now got exponentially more photos and that Bodhi Rook looks quite a lot like I would expect Space AU Rincewind to look is like, such a great fringe benefit to Rogue One’s existence

jemma killing “fitz” was the most brutal thing i’ve ever seen

not just physically, but emotionally

over the season jemma has slowly hardened and lost her vulnerability, but she has always had fitz. even when they weren’t speaking, they had each other. they have always found a way back to each other. they have always found a way to protect each other.

jemma is quite similar to the lmd’s in that her initial response is to SAVE LIVES. to PROTECT. every single thing she has ever done has been to protect fitz, and now she has to kill him. and yes, it’s not “him”, but it’s as close as you can get. 

and now she has had to look into that face, into the eyes of the man she loves, and kill him with her bare hands. she has to watch the light leave his eyes, in a way she had nightmares about. she killed fitz. and she will feel guilty about it for all eternity, regardless of whether it was an android or not. i think when this is over, jemma is finally going to break. i feel like this has been building up for seasons, and i pray to god fitz is there to catch her when she falls.

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“What the hell is your problem Captain!” she spat, she had grabbed him by the arm, man handled him in all sense of the term to the secluded hallway just off the usual tunnel to the clubhouse. Their team mates had reverted their eyes to the ground walking ahead of them, this show-down had been waiting to happen four a good four months.

“What do you think your doing?” he bellowed back, he put space between them snatching his arm back. Looking at her, she was enraged, angry, all tantrums ready to happen.

“What the hell do I think I’m doing?!” she yelled back at him closing the space that he had put between them, mere inches from his face. She was fucking angry, but god all Mike could think about was her incredibly warm temperature radiating straight into his chest and down his abdomen and taking homage in his lower stomach.

“Yeah, you!” He barked back, shaking himself out of his thoughts.

She shoved him, not hard enough to bruise but enough for him to take a step back into the wall.

“Why did you send me off?” She spat harshly, looking at her, beads of sweat were still rolling down the side of her face, moving slowly down her neck. He couldn’t help where his mind had wondered, god her body had tasted too good.

He took a deep breath in, willing himself to get his shit together. “Come here” he murmured as he took her by the bicep and dragged her a few metres down to a nearby office. Throwing her inside.

“Cool off.” He said through gritted teeth, taking off his cap, running his hand through his beard.

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So damn head over heels - Fred Weasley Imagine

It was early morning in the Weasley home. Last night was a big blur, You and the twins had a hap with some fire whiskey and had pulled a few too many pranks.. molly was unhappy with all three of you. After taking for hours between the three of you in the room you ended up falling asleep. When Fred woke up you were passed out on his chest, her a skew and in your face. 

“Georgie?” He looked around. No sight of the other twin. 

“Well i guess its just us then..” He looked down at your sleeping face, “Man your beautiful.” He breathed. “Always have been to me.” He smiled. You woke up to his voice, groggy and tired. But you didn’t care to open your eyes. It was too bright in the room, your head was pounding. 

“Merlin… why cant I just tell you this? Your asleep so I can tell you everything I want but when your big Y/E/C eyes look at me I can’t get a damn word out.” You listened intently now, trying hard not to move or burst in anyway to make him notice you were up.

“I’m so head over heels for you Y/N I’m madly in love with you and you can’t even bloody tell.’ he chuckled lightly, “You’re more oblivious the ickleronniekins..” He shook his head smiling. “I love you, everything about you..” he sighed. Finally you made an exasperated sigh. 

“I love you too dimwit but due to my headache I’d love you more if you shut up.” you mumbled out, making him jump. 

“Oh dear god your up..” 

“Sure am.” 

“wait.. you love me too?”

“Sure do.” You tightened your eyes as the curtains opened sharply. “Merlins beard does no one have any sympathy for hangovers in this house?” you opened your eyes to see Fred beaming at you at Molly’s persed lips at your little cuss. 

“No need to swear dear, if you hadn’t engaged in your little drinking game you wouldn’t have had a hangover in the first place. Now up up you two.” She scurried out of the room. You and Fred followed not long later but turned back quickly to kiss your forehead. 

“head over heels?” 

“Wouldn’t say it if i wan’t” he smiled. After Molly called up to you with a small bit of anger in her voice still, you went off.


 Info: Song imagine based off of the song Gorilla by Bruno Mars

Warnings: swearing, smut

Note: skipped the first verse on purpose

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

Ooh I got a body full of liquor
With a cocaine kicker
And I’m feeling like I’m thirty feet tall
So lay it down, lay it down

You got your legs up in the sky
With the devil in your eyes
Let me hear you say you want it all
Say it now, say it now

He looked at her, legs up and ready for him. He hovered over her naked body and looked her in her eyes. They were dark with lust, almost black.

“You got the devil in your eyes, doll” He spoke in a husky voice.

She just gave a short chuckle and smirked back at him. They had never fucked before and she filled with excitement. The bigger part of the excitement was that she was an Alexandrian. This man murdered four of her people but she still laid beneath him waiting for his cock. 

“Let me hear you say you want it all. Say it, now” He growled into her neck, leaving hickeys and kisses all over.

“I want it all” She moaned as he found her sweet spot.

“On all fours for me, baby” He said as he lifted his head from her neck.

She got up and switched positions. Her ass facing him, they both wanted each other equally. He rammed himself inside of her slick walls, no need for extra lubrication. He groaned out feeling himself inside a new foreign and forbidden pussy.

Yeah, I got a fistful of your hair
But you don’t look like you’re scared
You just smile and tell me, “Daddy, it’s yours.”
‘Cause you know how I like it,
You’s a dirty little lover

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her to look at him. He neck strained but no fear was in her eyes. He thrusted more, watching her moan.

“Daddy, it’s yours” She moaned as he kept going.

He knew that she was into it because he was. She wasn’t usually very adventurous in the bed but Negan was a dirty guy, just hearing the things he says. She prepared herself for some rough sex if they ever got to it, which they did. She cried out as he kept going in and out of her, making her bounce every time his hips hit her ass. He could only think about what a dirty lover she was for him and maybe others.

If the neighbors call the cops,
Call the sheriff, call the SWAT ‒ we don’t stop,
We keep rocking while they’re knocking on our door
And you’re screaming, “Give it to me baby, 
Give it to me motherfucker!”

She cried out for him with every thrust but knew she shouldn’t. There was no stopping her with the way Negan was fucking her. Negan could only think about the complaints if this weren’t in the apocalypse but wouldn’t care about any of it. He’d keep going and she’d let him.

The sheriff here, Rick, did stand at the door to her bedroom with concern. He knocked on the door knowing she was alone with Negan and feared her safety.

“Y/n, it’s Rick ar-”

“Give it to me baby, give it to me motherfucker” She moaned out, cutting off Rick and causing Negan to go harder.

He gripped up her hips, using that as leverage to slam her onto his cock harder. Outside, Rick just left and dismissed anyone who was concerned. She knew how she had betrayed all of them but didn’t care and couldn’t care either. She felt bruises forming on her hips, leaving marks of his large fingers on her hips.

Oh, look what you’re doing, look what you’ve done
But in this jungle you can’t run
'Cause what I got for you
I promise it’s a killer,
You’ll be banging on my chest
Bang bang, gorilla

He pulled out and she whimpered at the loss of contact. It only lasted a quick second until her flipped her on her back and rammed into her once again. A whole new position giving him new angles to reach that he hadn’t before.

She knew how far gone she went with him but she couldn’t run from it now. There was no coming back from this but it was okay. He’s got something great coming for her, something that’ll be so good it’ll kill her. 

As he thrusted harder, her hands started banging his chest, like a gorilla. She was releasing some pleasure she couldn’t express any other way.

I bet you never ever felt so good, so good
I got your body trembling like it should, it should
You’ll never be the same baby once I’m done with you

“I bet no one ever fucked you this good, huh baby?” He spoke into her ear but never once stopped the movement of his hips “Not Rick, Daryl, Glenn, Spencer, none of these pussies”

“No, o-only you Negan” She choked out.

“I got you tremblin the way it should when you get a good fuck, you’ll never be the same when I’m done”

He sped up and brought his hand to her clit to help her reach her orgasm first. He felt when she did, she way she banged his chest, her walls closing around him and lastly her face scrunching up, it all brought him to his climax. He finished onto her lower stomach and rolled over next to her. They both struggled to catch their breath to say anything.

You and me baby we’ll be fuckin’ like gorillas
Ooh, yeah (Yeah, yeah, baby, baby, oh yeah, yeah)
You and me baby making love like gorillas 

“We were fuckin like god damn gorillas” Negan spoke.

He stood up and threw her a towel to clean up. He dressed as she did so.

“I’ll be back next week hun, and don’t worry, Rick will understand” He grabbed Lucille and placed her on his shoulder before leaving.

She already didn’t feel the same after that.

@negans-network @sparklebutter @littlemisscaptainfandom @mariacroftt @rainbow-unicorn-pony

anonymous asked:

2Jae where Jaebum saves Youngjae from getting hit by a car???

“Watch out!” a voice shouted as Youngjae felt himself get pulled back by his arm causing him to look up from his phone and stumble backwards into someone’s arms; he was about to retort when he felt a rush of air pass by as a car zoomed by, honking its horn loudly. 

Youngjae immediately turned around and gaped at his savior who was a bit taller than him and had dark eyes, auburn hair, and a worried expression; Youngjae was still a bit shaken by the events that just passed, and barely registered the stranger asking if he was okay.

“Oh my god,” he said, his mouth slightly open. “You just saved my life!” he exclaimed, thanking the man and bowing repeatedly; the stranger simply told him not to mention it before introducing himself as Jaebum, and as the pedestrian crossing sign lit up, Jaebum bid Youngjae a farewell as he crossed the street, leaving the younger staring after him with wide eyes.

Give me a pairing, an AU, and I will write a three-sentence fic~


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“Did you ever think that we would get to live something like this?” Sara suddenly asked; taking Leonard in surprise. Lost in his own thoughts he turned to face the woman and a small smile appeared on his face.

“No… I didn’t.” He answered sincerely; fingers lacing with hers as Sara decided that her husband’s chest was a much better place to rest than the couch. “Not in a million years.”

She looked up at him; eyes filled with so much love that it made his chest tighten and that ethereal glow she had these past months, and she pressed a chaste kiss on his lips that felt just like it did the first time they had kissed. They were still soft and back then; it was the only soft thing Sara found on Captain Cold. But she soon came to realize that under that façade there was truly a remarkable man; and a man she felt hopelessly in love with.  

“I love you, Len.” She told him and her hand touched the man’s cheek; not even noticing the few new lines that had appeared on his face. She never did anyway; age didn’t matter, just as gender didn’t either, and when it came to her husband… she always found him the most handsome person against any competition.

“And I love you, pretty bird.” Leonard’s hand tangled with Sara’s blonde locks; shorter now but still soft and silky and leaned down for another kiss which grew a little more heated. But just as Leonard’s hand traveled inside Sara’s top, almost-

“Daddy, Mommy what are you doing? We’re gonna be late!” The little blonde complained as she walked inside the room and towards the couple who was trying to look presentable.

“Sorry baby, daddy and I were just very very excited.” Sara tried to explain as she pulled her daughter between her and Leonard. The little girl was giving both of them the side eye; courtesy of Leonard and her bright blue eyes; also courtesy of Leonard, slanted from her mother to her father. “Are you ready to go?”

“I made my bag, I got the sandwich daddy made me-.” She explained and then Sara smacked Leonard’s arm much to the little girl’s shock. “Mommy, why are you hitting daddy?”

“Because daddy didn’t give you the sandwich I made you and thought it would be a better idea to make another one without telling me.” She complained with a fake pout; even though her annoyance at her husband was very much real.

“Hey, hey I wouldn’t want my snowflake to get food poisoning on her first day at school.” Leonard tried to justify himself; which apparently made Sara a lot more upset. “I’m sorry, babe but your toast reminded me a little too much of a burnt shoe to let Dinah eat it.”

The little blonde was watching her parents intently; waiting for them to stop bickering so she could finally go to school. Her mother had fixed her hair in two French braids and Dinah herself chose to wear leggings and a shirt instead of a dress; much to Sara’s joy.

And now these two weren’t planning on stopping their arguing any time soon. She knew that they didn’t mean it; mommy was trying not to smile and daddy was talking with that fake-upset voice, which reminded her of how he talks to Uncle Ray and Uncle Nate.

“Mommy, Daddy if you don’t stop I will call Uncle Laurel and Uncle Mick, and tell them to get me to school.” She suddenly announced; jumping off of the couch and getting her small backpack.

Sara looked at Leonard who smiled and pulled her in for a kiss. The nervousness over Dinah’s first day at school was really affecting them even if they didn’t notice at first. They could even bicker about the doormat or what kind of breakfast Dinah would have just to avoid thinking that their little girl was growing up.

“You will be a very evil little girl if you drag your uncle and aunt back from their honeymoon just to drive you to school, you know that miss?” Sara said and lifted Dinah up in her arms as she went to grab her phone and keys.

“Sorry mommy, I didn’t really mean it.” She said and Sara smirked at her daughter mischievously.

“I know you did baby.” Sara pressed a kiss in Dinah’s nose and the little girl squealed and tried to pull away.

“I’ll take her; you don’t need to carry a lot of weight.” Leonard said and took Dinah off of her mother’s firm hold. The little girl welcomed the change as Leonard’s strong arms held her with ease and she rested her head on his shoulder.

“I’m four months pregnant Len, not incapacitated.” Sara said and gestured to the swell of her stomach that was accentuated by the fitting form of her top. “Plus your daughter here has the weight of a feather.” She tickled Dinah’s sides and the girl wrinkled her nose.

“Let’s go!” Dinah cried out and Leonard laughed.

“Okay, okay.” He agreed and steadied his grip in the little girl. “It seems like the bossiness is the genes.”

“Don’t think that I didn’t hear this.” Sara called out from the driveway and Leonard just winked at Dinah.

They watched as the petite blonde walked inside the big building; the other kids looking like giants next to her. Dinah had gotten her mother’s frame, much to Sara’s disappointment. Perhaps her height and frame made Sara and Leonard think a lot more that she was still a baby. And now… seeing their baby with her school backpack; talking with little Lyla Queen who was hanging by her every word… it was a reality check.

“I feel like it was yesterday that I was holding her in my arms for the first time.” Sara whispered and Leonard; who had pulled his wife close the moment Dinah ran off, pressed a kiss on the crown of Sara’s head.

“Time goes by fast.” He agreed and smiled when he saw that Sara was rubbing her bump. “Now for round two.”

“Yeah, but this one is going to grow up too.” She said with a pout and Leonard actually chuckled.

“Am I sensing a pattern here?” He lifted his eyebrow dramatically and looked at the blonde. “Are you planning on having a new kid every time one goes to school?” Sara thought for a moment before answering.

“Mhmm… Tempting… Our kids will look really cute, but… I really don’t want to buy a mini-van.” She said and both she and Leonard erupted in laughter.

“What’s so funny anyway?” A male voice questioned and Sara smirked immediately.

“Hey Ollie.” She said and pulled the broad-shouldered man in for a quick hug. “And hi Felicity and Robbie.” The toddler that was practically glued to Felicity smiled at Sara and she lifted him up.

“Sara-.” Leonard tried to protest, but as his wife glared at him he realized that he was gonna lost the argument.

“What is happening; are we interrupting something? Are we, I mean we can go!” Felicity started to say; mixing up her words and stopping as soon as Oliver placed his hand protectively on her shoulder.

“Leonard here thinks that because I’m pregnant I can’t lift a toddler.” She said; lifting her eyebrow pointedly at her husband. “He forgot that I am a League trained-.”

Honey, the kid…” Leonard reminded and Sara stopped; not wanting the small boy to go on and on about a League trained assassin.

“Right; sorry.” She apologized and checked to see if Robbie had actually heard anything. The toddler seemed too distracted by the swaying she had been doing unconsciously and he was actually watching his sister and Dinah talking.

“Funny right; how life used to be something else entirely and we didn’t think we could ever be happy… and how our lives are now.” Oliver observed and Sara smiled softly.

“Yeah; I guess this is true. I’m glad our lives changed; the blood was too much after all that time and now this kind of living… is…” She glanced at Leonard and Dinah and finally her small bump. “different.”

“But different is good.” The man said and got his now-sleeping son from Sara’s arms and let him rest in his.

Sara took Leonard’s hand in his and her fingers grazed the simply wedding band.

She heard her daughter’s laughter in the distance.

“Yeah. Different is good.”

anonymous asked:

Mochi with shy fem reader fluff

“Come out already…” Mochi said, nudging you with his hands.

You refused to reveal yourself from the blankets, too embarrassed to look at Ain in the eyes. You had just confessed to this beautiful man in the worst way possible, being so quiet Mochi had to ask you to repeat said confession numerous times before having to take back your words.

You couldn’t face him, not properly anyway. Hiding in the warm, soft blankets was your only chance to vent out your humiliation at the thought of the event.

“Hey… come on now… you didn’t say anything wrong, I think…” Mochi reassured, patting your blanket covered head. “Just be a little louder with what you’re going to say next time…”

From the looks of it, Mochi didn’t seem to have heard your confession properly. You huff at him, both disappointed and relieved. Relieved you could have a second, proper chance at confessing to him next time, but also disappointed. You also wanted him to answer to your feelings as soon as possible.

Not that you’d bother to repeat your confession again after what just happened.

It took Mochi another 30 minutes to convince you to come out of the blankets. Or moreso, having to force you out as he eventually stole your source of warm protection away from you.  

|Art Of Fallin’|

It was those damn eyes. 

So rich and enticing, the chocolate irises pulled me in when he asked “Why you being so shy?” and then proceeded to pull me closer. His cologne made my mouth water as  he gazed into my eyes with a stare so intense I gasped in amazement. No man has ever overwhelmed my senses like he was currently doing. A smirk rested on his full lips as his hands slid from my waist to grip on my ass. I looked up at him, fighting a grin of my own as I finally found my will to speak.

“Ain’t nobody shy,” I said.

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anonymous asked:

I like your blog, but I feel like you're somewhat bias towards the way gay men should look like not saying you don't have your preferences of how you like a guy. I just think you think ever gay man needs to have abs......😕

I dont think that at all… i dont even have abs. Its literally a website. I follow certain blogs and I reblog things that are appealing to the eye. There are alot more qualities i find attractive in a gay man but since tumblr is a website all about photos its hard to share those type of qualities besides the physical appearance. I mean not to be rude but you can easily unfollow if you have an issue with the men I reblog.


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The fact that some people enjoy my writing enough to draw or commission my OCs is phenomenal. I love you guys so much! I’m so glad I started writing!!

And look at this lovely girl~ from my Duck Pond AU. 
Full of vim, vigor, and snark, and ready to take on the world–and Professor Solas!

I wasn’t familiar with this artist, but I’m glad to have found them <3

His companion nods, her expression trying for a somber pathos that is just a cover for satisfaction, in a way that stokes the irritation in John. It is mostly at himself… he never should have taken her number in the first place. He doesn’t believe the I-don’t-usually-do-this-sort-of-thing-game for a second. She’s probably heard this story countless times before. The emotionally-estranged couple. The poor man, a victim of circumstance, just looking for a shoulder and a nice pair of tits.

Perhaps it is, more than any new-found verbosity, simply his disgust at the lie of this that forges him on. “But I’m not really interested in you,” he says, plainly… almost meanly… almost enjoying the subtle way her eyes dim. “The fact of the matter is that there isn’t actually anything terribly wrong with my wife. Well… maybe for most, there might be some deal-breakers there,” he admits, “but for me it isn’t any of that. It isn’t her. It’s just that I’m in love with someone else. I have been for ages and I sometimes I wish that I weren’t, but I am. And that’s all there is to it.”

i’m losing my fucking mind.