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[alloftheimaginesblog]

following in our footsteps {benedict bridgerton}

plot: as the wife of benedict bridgerton, you're always fixing his clothes and readjusting his collar and as your husband, he's always smoothing your dress down when you get out of the carriage... you don't realise but these traits get passed onto your children.

requested by anon

"Remember," you said as you took Benedict's hand as he helped you out of the carriage, "it's Colin's birthday, not yours, so please... let him enjoy his day without you and Anthony winding him up."

Benedict smiled at you widely, "Me? Annoy Colin? Well, I never." You rolled your eyes. Your husband, being the wonderfully kind man he was, then proceeded to circle you, smoothing your dress down if it had hitched up or gotten a little crumpled. Once finished, he stood in front of you and you straightened his lapel and his collar.

This had been a ritual for the two of you since your courting days. It started when Benedict had came to you with a bunch of flowers when he was calling on you one morning and you brushed off some petals from his shoulder and then in that same morning, he had wiped the tiniest speck of jam from your dress. Since then, the two of you had a routine in place of helping the other sort themselves out.

"Beautiful," Benedict smiled before placing a soft kiss on your knuckles where your wedding ring sat, "Right," he straightened and clapped, "come along children!"

One by one, your four children clamber out of the carriage. Charles comes first, holding his hand to help his sister Alexandra, then waits for William and lastly, the three help Violet as she was the youngest and also the clumsiest.

As the children are climbing out, you and Benedict find yourself in conversation about something else entirely and it is only when you hear the words, "Oh, honestly, Violet! You always seem to get yourself into such a muddle!" that you turn your attention to your children.

Your face stretches into a wide smile, "Ben, look."

William and Charles stood facing each other, straightening their collars, "Is that good?" They each nod before they look to Alexandra. Charles smooths down an unruly wisp of hair, tucking it behind her ear, while William smooths down the ruffles on her shoulder. Lastly, they all help their youngest sister, Violet. Charles wipes crumbs from her cheeks, Alexandra readjusts the hairband in her hair and William brushes her dress so it sits nicely.

They turn back to their parents who are... crying?

"Mama," Charles frowns, "are you well?"

You sniff, wiping your eyes with Benedict's handkerchief he handed you, "All is well, my love," you smiled, "It is just so nice to see you all looking out for each other."

"You fight like cat and dog but like your mother said, it is spectacular watching you look out for each other," Benedict smiles, clapping Charles on the shoulder.

The children don't understand the big deal, they glance at one another before Charles shrugs, "It is what we see you and Mama do each and every day. You make sure that you are both presentable and attractive, it is nice to look out for each other, is it not?"

You nod quickly, giving each of your children a kiss on the forehead, "Mama," William groans, "now we all have lipstick on our foreheads!" You laugh and hand Charles Benedict's handkerchief and one by one, they each wipe the lipstick off of each other's foreheads.

"Oh, we did good, did we not?" You ask quietly, melting into your husband's embrace.

"We certainly did." He presses a kiss to your forehead, "We really did."

[vidoeslot]

IN HER GUTS

[yodaprod]

[femmekarenwilson]

[pralinesims]

a cutie patootie in every universe

[catboywizard]

Ally’s incredible freestyle sam diss track

[never-obsolete]

Knoppix 4.0 (2005)

[h0wlderek]

The conflicting storylines of Clark and Lex in Smallville are so insane. Like

Lex: The abuse and manipulation I've suffered at my father's hands have led to permanent trust issues that I am working to overcome whilst struggling with the burden of my family's nefarious legacy.

Clark: damn I wish my dad would let me play football :/

Lex: Every woman I've ever loved has either died or betrayed me. I seek out the love I lost when my mother died in meaningless hookups and sometimes I wonder if I'd be better off dead.

Clark: my crush has a boyfriend that's not me :/

Lex: *gets shot multiple times and left on the street to die, has a hallucinatory dream where he is finally loved and accepted only to lose that love due to lack of power and resources, ultimately driving him to the conclusion that the only way to keep the people he cares about safe is to increase his already vast levels of money and power*

Clark: *meets Santa*

[novemberisland]

TW: skin.

♪ I’ve grown bored of recent gameplay so I turned Oasis Springs into a world of crime and debauchery. Enjoy :)

[dorkyteenagedirtbag-ks]

Synopsis: Kyotani’s teammates thought he was all frowny—until they saw him with his secret boyfriend.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Kyotani had always been seen as someone who was constantly angry, a guy with a notoriously bad temper. Because of that, he had earned the nickname Mad Dog.

What Aoba Johsai thought about him was mostly true. However, there was something they didn’t know—Kyotani could be sweet.

One day, when the team was planning to hang out, they invited Kyotani to join them. He refused, saying he had something else to do. Oikawa, being Oikawa, tried to convince him, but Kyotani just scowled and walked away as usual.

During their outing, the team saw something unexpected. Kyotani was with a guy. That in itself wasn’t the shocking part. What truly caught them off guard was the fact that he was smiling.

Kyotani was smiling?

They exchanged bewildered glances, trying to determine if they were hallucinating. But no, it was real.

As the initial shock wore off, Oikawa—unable to help himself—called out to him. Hajime tried to stop him, but it was useless.

What Oikawa wanted, Oikawa got.

Hearing his name, Kyotani turned toward them, a frown already forming on his face. The guy beside him turned as well.

“What are you doing here? Who is this guy? Is he from Aoba Johsai? Is he the reason you ditched us?”

Oikawa fired off question after question, not giving Kyotani a chance to answer. His patience quickly wore thin. With an irritated sigh, Kyotani grabbed the other boy’s hand, ready to leave—but his companion didn’t budge.

“Kyotani… You shouldn’t just walk away while he’s talking. It’s rude.”

Kyotani growled under his breath but said nothing.

Once Hajime finally managed to shut Oikawa up, he spoke up. “So… who is he?”

“I’m Y/N. I'm also from Aoba Johsai. Nice to meet you! I’ve heard a lot about you all,” Y/N said with a friendly smile, despite Kyotani’s visible annoyance.

The team nodded, still processing what they were witnessing. How could someone this cheerful possibly know Kyotani? Don’t get them wrong—they were happy for him. It was just... surreal.

Sensing their confusion, Y/N answered the unspoken question—since Kyotani clearly wasn’t going to.

“I’m Kyotani’s boyfriend. We met last year.”

Their eyes widened.

Kyotani? With a boyfriend?

Kyotani? In a relationship?

Kyotani? Before any of them?

Kyotani sighed, now visibly annoyed. “Yes, I have a boyfriend. I was on a date before you all showed up.”

“Kyo, be nice!”

Kyotani huffed and crossed his arms, pouting. The team stared, stunned—not only because he hadn’t snapped back with something aggressive but because he actually listened to Y/N.

“Wow,” Oikawa muttered. “You should come to our practice. He actually listens to you.”

“Oikawa, shut up.”

Y/N chuckled and turned to Oikawa. “I’ll stop by sometime, then!”

After saying their goodbyes, Kyotani and Y/N resumed their date. Later that night, they ended up on Kyotani’s couch, watching a movie.

Y/N glanced at him. “You know, you should be nicer to your teammates. They seem really nice.”

“That’s because you’ve never spent more than five minutes with Oikawa. I swear, he could test your patience too.”

They both laughed, and at some point, Y/N dozed off on Kyotani’s lap.

With a small sigh, Kyotani carefully carried him to bed, lying down beside him. It wasn’t long before he fell asleep too.

- 𝐊𝐒

[alloftheimaginesblog]

ready (klaus mikaelson)

plot: klaus always knew that one day you'd take him up on his offer.

character: female vampire reader x klaus mikaelson

inspired by something similar he says to caroline

"One day, love, you'll come to me. Might be in two years, might be two hundred but mark my words, you'll realise I was right along. I am the only one who can fulfil your wildest desires and your largest dreams. When you realise that, you'll come knocking on my door and then... well, love, then I'll give you the world."

It had been three and a half years since Klaus Mikaelson had said this to you. Three long years. He'd came into your life as a villain, you were supposed to hate him. He had killed, harmed and tortured so many of your friends (and his sister had tortured you a fair few times) and yet, he was always so delicate and gentle with you. He'd been interested in you pretty much ever since he came to Mystic Falls. You'd hated him... or at least, you tried.

He had gotten under your skin all of those years ago. He'd saved you too many times to count. He had shown you kindness and compassion, had recognised you for who you were; Klaus had seen you. You'd gotten to see a glimpse of the human side to him, not the scary big bad wolf, you'd started to see him. And when he left, with an invite extended your way, it took everything in you to say no.

Klaus hadn't stepped foot in Mystic Falls since he left and yet, every few months or so, he would write to you. Seldom did you respond but you enjoyed reading about his travels. Each time he wrote, he would send photos of the new place he was visiting usually with a list of reasons as to why you'd love it there with drawings he'd done and every single time he wrote, he attached a plane ticket to whatever destination with your name on it. You never used them, instead they gathered dust in a drawer which was full of his old letters. Klaus also always wrote exactly where he was staying at the end of the letter so you knew exactly how to get to him. Periodically, you'd go through and read some of them. They always smelled like him and had the same send off each time.

'Unequivocally yours, Klaus'

You knew that if you needed him, he would be there immediately. He had promised you as such. And the one time you called for help when Caroline got bit by a werewolf, Klaus couldn't be there in person but he sent Elijah with a few vials of his blood (extras for any future emergencies). He would do anything for you and all he wanted was the chance to show you as such.

So when this month's letter arrived with details of his new adventure complete with a plane ticket to Italy, you decided to take the chance you'd regretted not taking three and a half years prior. Your friends were oddly supportive which surprised you but Bonnie had told you she wanted you to be happy and if he's what made you happy then so be it. Damon wasn't impressed but he rarely ever was. Stefan urged you to your happy ending. Caroline approved, she'd seen the way Klaus would've done anything for you so even though she didn't like him, she knew that he was the real deal. Elena was supportive, she'd gone for the 'bad guy' in Damon so she understood the inner conflict and told you that it was okay to let yourself be happy.

So, you packed a bag and headed to Italy.

Getting there was the easy bit; the hard bit was finding the courage to knock on the front door. Your heart hammered in your chest as you stood on the grounds of what you could only describe as a small castle. It was beautiful, with glorious gardens and fragrant flowers. You swallowed hard before taking a breath, this is what you came for, and you knocked three times.

After a few seconds, you could hear someone's voice approaching. Klaus.

"-I didn't ask you to go to such lengths, brother, though I have to say I do appreciate it-"

He opened the door and his expression turned from one of mild annoyance to complete shock.

"Elijah, more important matters have emerged, I'll speak to you later." He hung up, pocketing his phone quickly. He looked good. The Italian sun suited him, turning his hair a shade blonder and making his blue eyes pop, "(y/n)..." A slow, wide smile spread onto his face.

You swallowed hard, "Hi, Klaus."

He stepped aside, silently inviting you into his castle, and with a small smile you breezed past him. He closed the door and led you through to a grand room with various couches and paintings. You looked around incredulously, "This place... it's incredible."

Klaus smiled, "I told you that you'd like this one."

You looked at him and felt nerves bubble in your stomach. You'd came all this way and now... you didn't know what to do. Klaus eyed you curiously, trying to gauge how you were feeling, "Do you need something?" Oh, how he hoped that you were here for him but he had to be sure.

You shook your head, finding words too hard to find, and instead looked back to the paintings, "These are beautiful, did you do these?"

Klaus appeared at your side, making you jump slightly, "Sorry, love," he smirked. He was so close to you, so near that you could smell his cologne. Your heart raced. His hand reached out past you to touch the painting, "I painted all of these, yes. This one is my favourite."

"The colours are lovely," you nodded.

Klaus smiled, quickly vanishing and then returning to your side, "Here, look in the mirror and then look at the painting."

You frowned at him but complied regardless of your confusion. He handed you a small hand mirror which you looked into and then at the painting, "I don't get it," you said to which he urged you to look again and then you realised, "my eyes."

Klaus grinned, "There we go, love," he beamed proudly, "my favourite colours and shades to use. They crop up a lot in my paintings. Go, look," he encouraged you forwards, "take a look and you'll see how often you feature in my paintings."

For a moment, you walked around the room, soaking in the subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) hints of your eye colour in every single one of his paintings. It touched you causing you to feel warm inside and you couldn't understand why. You looked at him. He stood on the other side of the room watching you with awe filled eyes, "But why?" You asked softly with tears filling your eyes, "Why me?"

In an instant, he was in front of you, chest touching yours, with his eyes locked with yours, "Oh, love," he whispered, hand reaching out to graze your cheek softly, "It's always been you."

You looked up at him, "You asked me if I needed something earlier." Klaus's brow furrowed and his hand stilled - fear; fear that you weren't here for him, fear that you needed something and then you'd disappear again. "I do need something, Klaus."

"Anything."

"I want... I need you." Your admission was quiet but he heard you loud and clear, "For years, I've regretted saying no to your offer to come with you. I want to live, Klaus. I want to be free. I want to be happy and that means letting myself be happy with... you."

"Me?" Klaus asked.

You nodded as your own hand found its way to rest on his chest, "I'm ready to fall in love with you, Klaus. I just hope I'm not too late."

He grinned, wider than you'd ever seen him smile, "You're right on time, love," he said before his lips crashed to yours. And for the first time ever, you let yourself give in.

[yelyahrodrigo]

"Less than a minute," Xaden whispers. "That's how long it took for you to fall out of love with me."

WHEN I TELL YOU THIS LINE HAS HAUNTED ME FOR DAYS AND MADE ME SICK TO MY STOMACH I SWEAR TO FUCKIGB MALEK EVEN IF THEY GET A HAPPY ENDING AT THE END OF THE SERIES I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS LINE IT WILL BE TATTOOED ON MY BROKEN DEAD HEART AND SCRIBBLED ACROSS MY THERAPY BILLS

[yodaprod]

1995

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Tiefling Trio Love Language Headcanons (w/ GN! Reader): 

Fandom: Baldur’s Gate 3

Characters: Rolan; Dammon; Zevlor

Pairings: Rolan/GN!Reader; Dammon/GN!Reader; Zevlor/GN!Reader 

A/N: This wasn’t a request, but it’s something I wanted to write ever since @fanaticofmany popped up in my notifications. I swear, ever since I wrote my other tiefling pieces, they've been in my notifications reblogging them at least once a week! I’m so touched! And since I know what it is like to be starved for more content starring your favorite characters, I’ve decided to go ahead and write a little treat for all the Zevlor lovers, all the Rolan lovers, and all the Dammon lovers out there. (Especially fanatic.) 

I hope all of you enjoy it! 

➽ 𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓷 ➻ Words of Affirmation 

Rolan thrives in an efficient routine where he gets to order others around. He’s a natural leader, and he thrives on his hard work paying off. 

When he’s in love with someone, he tends to be resistant to the romance at first, before eventually succumbing to his undeniable attraction, and when he does, be forewarned, he tends to become engulfed in his passion for you. 

For Rolan, words have great power— and he doesn’t just mean that as a wizard— he means it as a lover. Cruel words were what drove him away from his blood relatives and into the arms of Cal and Lia. Persuasive words were what made him stay in the Emerald Grove and fight. Kind words… Well, they’re what made him fall all the more in love with you. 

To him, admitting how he feels outright is one of the bravest things he could ever do to express his love for you. He’s always been terrified— terrified of saying the wrong thing, of reciting the wrong spell— he just wants his words to reflect a perfectly disciplined mind. But romance is messy, so Rolan does his best to understand. 

He’ll give you compliments here and there— not factitiously either, he genuinely means all that he says to you. He’ll be upfront about his thoughts and feelings for you, verbalizing them as they come. 

It may not seem like a big deal to naturally affectionate people, but to Rolan, it’s one of the greatest leaps of faith he’s ever had to take. 

And he’s ever grateful that he gets to take such a leap with you. 

➽ 𝓓𝓪𝓶𝓶𝓸𝓷 ➻ Gift Giving 

Dammon is a very practical and detail-oriented person. He’s very meticulous in his work, and his relationships are no exception. 

When he’s in love with someone, he shows it by giving them one of the two most expensive things in his life: time, or forged goods. 

As a blacksmith, time is money for Dammon. If he doesn’t make swords and other items to sell, he doesn’t have any income. Because he’s working hard to make a living, and to build a nest egg he can safely rely on for his future life in the city, he’s seldom available for a spontaneous date night or snuggle session. 

However, because you are the most important thing in his life (along with his newfound freedom), he will set aside special time for the two of you. He plans your dates to a ��T’. He wants every second to count because he knows how little of his attention he has after a long day of forging to give to you. 

Dammon will also give you beautifully detailed and very practical items that he’s forged. Sure, he’ll make you pendants or necklaces or earrings if you’re so inclined, but Dammon likes things he makes to be useful in more than one way, so don’t be surprised if the gorgeous comb he gives you has a hidden blade inside!

In all honesty, Dammon would build you a replica of the moon if you asked. His hands may be scarred and rough, but he promises to treat you like the precious priceless gift you are. 

➽ 𝓩𝓮𝓿𝓵𝓸𝓻 ➻ Quality Time 

Zevlor has always been the responsible one— amongst his peers, amongst his colleagues, and his refugee people. He has always taken the weight of the world, the weight of doing ‘the right thing’ onto his shoulders, without ever being asked, and without a single word of complaint. 

When Zevlor is in love with someone, he finds himself initially inclined to lighten the load of that person, so to speak. Because he’s so used to suffering silently, he assumes his love must be suffering too. 

But what Zevlor doesn’t quite realize at first, is that this obsessive need to do for others isn’t what their partner chose him for. 

With his people and the city safe, Zevlor finally gets a chance to relax— to be the kind of man he never got the chance to be. Outside of his Oath, Zevlor may not be sure who he is. So he takes the time to explore, and try different things, experimenting in all the ways he can show his loved one that he loves them.

Zevlor finds his favorite way to show affection is by spending quality time with his loved one. He much prefers just being near you, in a peaceful environment, as opposed to any gesture or declaration he could give you. 

Letting someone in, and letting someone in when he’s chosen to be vulnerable, is the most intimate act, in Zevlor’s mind. He’s endured so much, and he’s kept up a strong front for so long, for so many. The fact that you want to see him happy, you want to see him relieved— it fills him with a joyful longing he thought he had lost long ago. 

The simple act of looking up across the kitchen table, his reading specs on the bridge of his nose as the two of you read your respective novels, it’s enough for a serene and comfortable warmth to fill his heart. 

Zevlor views every second spent with you as a gift— because to him, being near you, being able to reach over and grab your hand as he witnesses your joy and your wonder— is just like how the wildflowers grow towards the sun. 

A/N: @fanaticofmany — I hope you enjoyed it! And I wanted to say thanks again for reblogging my work. The reblogs mean so much to me, and I enjoy reading your tags every time! <3 

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[pralinesims]

a cute lil simmie i made when the BG content update dropped