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You felt a thick blush paint across your facial features. "Come, (y/n)." Your friend, Chris, said softly, pushing you forwards with the palm of his hand against your back. You had bet Chris Hemsworth that he wouldn't die his hair pink. If you won, he had to kiss Tom Hiddleston in front of dozens of cameras, if he won, you had to ask Tom Hiddleston out in your skimpiest outfit. Chris had won, his hot pink hair gleaming in the sun. "Chris, I can't do this-" He cut you off. "If you don't, you will wake up with a tattoo on your chest reading 'Lokis' Army'." You knew he would do it, too. You groaned and looked down. You were wearing a shor

You felt a thick blush paint across your facial features. "Come, (y/n)." Your friend, Chris, said softly, pushing you forwards with the palm of his hand against your back. You had bet Chris Hemsworth that he wouldn't die his hair pink. If you won, he had to kiss Tom Hiddleston in front of dozens of cameras, if he won, you had to ask Tom Hiddleston out in your skimpiest outfit. Chris had won, his hot pink hair gleaming in the sun. "Chris, I can't do this-" He cut you off. "If you don't, you will wake up with a tattoo on your chest reading 'Lokis' Army'." You knew he would do it, too. You groaned and looked down. You were wearing a shor

Note: Do not take this seriously, this is a pure work of fiction, only based on the other theories that are circulating the internet. Also this covers the anime only–and contains spoilers Ciel Phantomhive is a twelve year old, orphaned, withdrawn, apathetic boy with a rare case of childhood schizophrenia. Because of his interest in the supernatural, he believes his butler, Sebastian, is a demon and is helping him solve the case of his parents' murders. What actually occurred was that Ciel had set the house on fire because he heard a demon's voice telling him to. He also suffers from blindness in his left eye. The servants in Ciel's hou

It was late and after a long day you crawled into your bed. Your head was already swimming with the thoughts of all that you had to do tomorrow. Ever since you turned eighteen it seemed your once peaceful world had been turned upside-down and filled with nothing but one headache after another. You had been so busy lately with tiresome tasks and newfound responsibilities. Sometimes it felt like you were drowning in a sea of drama and stress. You always tried your best to keep your head above water and keep soldiering on, but it always seemed as if there was always something new only too eager to try and drag you down. Exhausted both mentally a