*incoherent*

Petition for Jensen Ackles to be given ALL THE AWARDS

How many of us watched this video and thought, “Jensen deserves to get more awards?” Pretty much all of us, I think. He should have an entire room in his house filled with all the awards he has won, and it’s some kind of crime that he doesn’t.

With that in mind, this is a little project that @latetothewinchesterparty and I came up with to show Jensen just how much we love, respect, and admire him and his hard work. The two of us will be at ChiCon together in two weeks, and we will present this “petition” to Jensen during a photo op. We are fully aware that this petition won’t actually get him anything, but it’s just a small way for us to show him how we feel.

BUT WE NEED YOUR HELP!

Under the cut, you will find the text of the “petition” that we will be presenting to Jensen. What we need from you are SIGNATURES. 

“I want Jensen to know I support him. How do I sign?”

It’s easy! Like, reblog, or reply to this post! On Saturday, September 10th, at midnight, CDT, I will print off all of the likes, replies, and reblogs. Each note will count as a signature on the petition. I will make sure any messages on replies or reblogs print with the notes, so write what you want (but please keep it short, as I only have so much paper and ink).

“But what if I’m going to ChiCon?”

Easy! Come find me in seat H42, and you can sign the paper petition yourself! I’ll be carrying around the paper copy that we plan to give him the whole weekend until it’s time for our photo op. If I’m not in my seat, I’m hard to miss, so look for someone tall, built like a linebacker, brown hair, glasses, probably some kind of plaid on, and a backpack (I’ll probably have my camera around my neck, too, if I’m running between the theater and the photo op room).

So, like, reply, and reblog this post. Make it go viral! Let’s show Jensen that we love him for all the hard work that he does for us.

Petition, etc under the cut:

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starwarpedcity  asked:

honestly i think bitty suffered a heart attack because of beyonce's vma performance that Jack is panicking

Ahaha oh nooo, poor Bitty! Poor Jack!

Jack: *hovering nervously* Um, Bitty? Bits? Babe? You okay? 

Bitty: -incoherent noise- 

Jack: Okay, um. I’m going to go get you a gatorade and a slice of pie, okay?

Bitty: -similarly incoherent noise-

Jack: I’ll be…. right back.  Just don’t move.

  • Kanye West:*gives speech*
  • Me:Mr. West, what you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.

Garnet is awesome and here are a few reason why:

- Steven might not be around without her. It was her who gave Greg very sound relationship advice which lead him and Rose to talk and get to know each other. (She’s a shipper, let’s face it. Which shouldn’t be so surprising, since she is a relationship.)

- Plays tennies with Greg. (I mean, she probably hands his ass to him every single time because Garnet doesn’t go easy on people, even in a game, but they apparently do it regularly so …) 

- Is usually the first who gives Greg a chance. Like, when the Wailing Stone was acting up, she was the one who gave him the chance to show what he could do - the other’s were hesitant about it. 

Basically: Garnet and Greg. I want to see more of them. 

Also:

- was wearing Greg’s old pants and actually managed to look good in those.

- “Oh Steven, there’s one more thing I need to mention! I love you! Bye!”

- COTTON CANDY GARNET IS ADORABLE PASS IT ON

- She thought Pearl was terrifyng once.

- Is usually the first who encourages and trusts Steven. 

- MINDFUL EDUCATION.

Bascially, I love Garnet, she’s precious. 

anonymous asked:

Okay but I was thinking that the first night Remus sleeps in your bed, just as he slides in next to you you realize that you forgot to tell him you don't have pants on and that become the first night you sleep together (in both ways 😉)

 ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

I saved this for last so i could write more.

“Y/N, sweetheart, wake up.” A warm voice hums, as you mumble incoherently and push them away, burying your head further into the pillow. Remus chuckles slightly, brushing your hair away from your face. The warm touch makes your eyes flutter open, “Rem? Wh-What’s wrong?” You mumble, blinking tiredly. “Can I stay with you tonight?” He asks quietly. You nod, scooting over automatically, letting him slide in. “Everything okay, my love?” You ask with  yawn, throwing a leg over his and burying your head into his chest. “Mhm. Just missed you.” He responds, kissing your forehead. “Missed you too, it was rather cold.” You reply, curling in closer to him. He ran a hand up and down your back, letting it rise and fall until his fingers meet the soft skin covering your hip. He cleared his throat quietly, and you whined, “I can get another blanket if you want-” “No, it’s just- love, uh, are you not wearing pants?” You freeze for a moment, lifting your head up to look at him. “Yeah.. I do that.” You whispered back. He smiled slightly, rubbing his nose against yours. “Don’t mind this, do you?” He asked, fingers dipping under the soft fabric to brush against your spine. You sighed softly, “Not at all.”

i think the actual dirty deed would be a lot like the scene in Dear John, if you’ve read it. Basically John comes back to find the girl just wearing a shirt, and yeah, passionate sex follows.

anonymous asked:

are you and boop still writing that secret fic of yours? i'm really curious about it!

Indeed we are! Here, want a very tiny piece of the opening? @boopifer is fabulous to write with. :-)

And now I have to go teach!

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The magician’s too attractive.

That’s Chris’s first thought, watching him.

Okay, maybe that’s not Chris’s first thought. The first thought contains a lot more incoherent stunned flashing images involving nudity and long legs and those quicksilver hands playing tricks across bare skin.

The too attractive thought comes next. He pauses, frowning. A few passersby bump into him, then glance at his face and his shoulders and his federal agent stance. They ricochet away in various stages of hurry. New York City, home of illusionists. Broadway shows and street performers. Pickpockets and fantasists. Dreams. And Chris’s badge tucked away under his coat: reality.

The street magician laughs, keeps up cheerful patter, flicks cards around on his table. He’s good; he’s attracted a small crowd, not an easy feat in the bustle of New York City. He’s getting someone to pick a card, any card. When he slips it back into the deck he smiles, and the world spins faster for a moment.

Again: too attractive. Disarmingly, distractingly so. An asset when defrauding customers. Chris inches closer. Tells himself it’s his job. Federal agent and all. Special Investigations. Right.

A small piece of his brain reminds him that this, specifically, is not in fact his job. Harassing random street performers–no matter how lovely their eyes are, an elliptical shade of water-grey that tantalizes old artist’s instincts–is not his assignment. No.

me hanging out with frank iero
  • me:hey im gonna order pizza what toppings do you want
  • frank iero:*screams incoherently and then spits on the floor*
  • me:ok dude
When something exciting happens in the fandom

everyone else: *constantly posting about it, incoherent screaming, is super active*

me: *is too emotionally devastated to do anything, just lie in the bed, occasionally cries*

Josh Dun imagine #1

Okay, here it is.

Title: Turtle Shell
Requested by Anon
Plot: reader catches Josh cheating on her with Debby.
Author: @Incoherent-screaming-at-the-prom

(( Sorry if it sucks ))
—————-

We met about six years ago right around the time Regional At Best came out. At the time I had been a little bit of a badass, and pretty tough.

My friend, (Y/F/N) dragged me to a show in Ohio and I had met him there. He was playing his drums while Tyler sang and rapped more passionately than I could have ever started to think was human. We talked after the show and agreed to meet up.

Time went on and on, and eventually we became really good friends. He had become more famous and had a few girlfriends, all came and went. But Debby never really went away.

I should have known when they kept talking even after they broke up, but he insisted they were friends.

After a few months, he asked me out. I instantly said yes. Each kiss, each touch, everything helped me let my guard down. I retired the leather jacket and bandanna and became kinder, more easygoing. Anger and depression disappeared. Life was almost perfect for two whole years.

So you can probably imagine the betrayal I feel as I scroll through my boyfriend’s phone and see texts with his ex girlfriend. More specifically, texts sent at three in the morning that said stuff like, “I love you”, “I miss you”, “I just wanna kiss you”, and worst of all, “I’m still single.”

Don’t ask why he left his phone unlocked, I don’t even think I know. I wasn’t ever the snoopy type until he started acting weird. Ignoring the sinking feeling and pit in my stomach, I march into the living room and throw the phone at him.

He catches it and once he reads the texts that are open, he instantly flips.

“(Y/N), it’s not what it looks like, I swear, I can-”
“Shut up, Josh.” I stare straight ahead into his eyes. “I let my guard down for you, I gave you everything, I tried so hard to be worth it for you and this is how you repay me? Seriously? I thought you loved me.” I state before running out the front door, bolting to the car, hopping in and driving.

–time skip to 3 months later–


I’ve been staying in Jenna and Tyler’s basement in a hopeless state for a while, and i’ve lost count of days. Days I’ve spent crying, days I’ve spent drinking, days I’ve spent screaming, and now just…days. I’ve gone blank, I don’t feel anything anymore. I don’t eat except for when Jenna forces me to. I don’t want to wake up anymore and my skin is pale, my hair has gone wirey.

I need him. I need Josh to hug me and tell me that it will be alright, I’m desperate. I want his touch, I need his kiss. I miss him so much, and without him I’m blank.

The door at the top of the stairs and I hear heavier footsteps than normal coming down.

“He’s not doing well either, you know.” says Tyler as he sits at my feet.
“Good.” I state, closing my eyes and wishing I could sink into the couch.
“No. Not good.” he states, shaking his head. “He looks like you, kinda. Dead, I mean. He looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks, and I wouldn’t be surprised if that was true.”
“I don’t care about him.” I say, sounding like I’m telling it to myself and not Tyler.
“He just wants to say sorry. Do you want to talk to him?”

The question looms in the air. Do I? Should I?

Whatever. Fuck it.

“I guess.”
He nods and goes back up the stairs and soon enough, I hear footsteps coming down once again.

I turn onto my side and stare a the wall, ignoring the approaching footsteps and the feeling of a cushion by my feet sinking. We sit in science for a few moments, neither daring to speak before he opens his mouth.

“(Y/N), I’m really sorry.”
I sigh. “I know.”
“Why won’t you look at me?”
“Because that just makes it more real.”

More silence.

“If you want, I can put a mask on so you don’t have to see all my face.”
“No, I-”
“Please.” his voice sounds desperate, even breaking at the end. “Let me see your eyes. I miss them so much.”
“Okay.” I say, taking a deep breath.
“On three?”
“On three.”
“One.” he says, I close my eyes. “Two.” I roll onto my back. “Three.” he says.

I push myself up with the little strength I have left and open my eyes to see the pretty much skeletal remains of my Josh.

My Josh.

His skin was so white It was green, the bags under his eyes were the biggest they’d ever been, his once freshly-cut hair was now longer and tangled. He looked about 100 times thinner and his eyes looked as if he had been smoking a ton of weed, but in reality, It was from tears.

I cover my mouth and lean forward, touching his translucent skin with my index finger. And before I know what I’m doing, I’ve kissed him.

It’s just what I need. It’s that spark, the feeling of being complete. I need him. I need him.

After several blessedly long moments we break apart, staring deep into each other’s eyes.
“Do you forgive me?” he asks hopefully.
I sigh. “Josh, what you did seriously hurt. I can’t just forget it. But I will give you a second chance.”
He exhales.
“But it will take a while to get my trust back. I love you, so much.”

“I love you too, (Y/N)”

———-

THE END.

Sorry it was probably shit.

No fancy editing. At least it’s done for you though!

anonymous asked:

It's hilarious that from the moment of the noms Taylor has been the story of this year's VMAs! She got all the press the day of the noms with here not getting any & it coming out she hadn't submitted any vids, then all the press about the show this past week has been about her not going, & all I'm seeing tonight after the show is headlines about a song she wrote winning (over Kanye!!) & her petty ex not thanking her & an obsessive stalker mentioning her incoherently yet again. The power of TS!!

Girl is so damn powerful… Honestly she runs the ducking world 💁💅

Chapter 10--The Trial

I stood before the mirror in Rhys’s room, working on the buttons of my coat. When they were fastened, I straightened the black skirt so that it laid flat on my legs. My black high-heeled shoes shone in the light and I sighed.

“Ready to go?” I asked, turning to Rhys who was sitting on the edge of his bed. His hands were braced on either side of him and his head was bowed. He raised his eyes to look at me then nodded silently and stood up.

Rhys walked towards me and wrapped his arms around me, resting his cheek on my head. He mumbled something incoherent and I pulled back a bit to hear what he was saying.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, noticing his expression.

“I just want this to go well for you,” he sighed, cupping my face with his warm, calloused hands.

“It’ll be fine. The lawyer said we had a solid case,” I soothed. I was surprised that I was the one comforting him for once.

“Then let’s go,” he breathed, kissing me on the forehead. He grabbed my hand and we headed out the door.

The ride there was silent. We were too jumbled with nerves and anticipation to even try to talk.

I kept my face neutral, blank as I walked into the courtroom. My steps echoed throughout the expanse of the room, and I focused on the noise only to zone out the sounds of the of whispers that started as I walked past.

There weren’t many people in the seats when we arrived. I noticed some elderly couples, probably the parents of the other victims. Victim–that’s what I was now, what I had been for a while.

Usually, the victim is seated on one side, while the oppressor is at the opposite end. Since there was more than one victim, a new table had been brought inside, long enough to seat eight. Meaning there were six other women, six other women who were treated the same, if not worse than me. The other chair would be occupied by our lawyer, who was seated and dressed in a sleek suit. Tamlin still hadn’t arrived, I didn’t know whether to be relieved or worried.  

I let my gaze fall over the rows and saw a familiar red head standing near the wall. Lucien had come. He wasn’t dressed in uniform, though. His eyes locked into mine and he gave a short nod, something sympathy and regret flashing in his eyes. There was something else in his eyes, however, I almost mistook the expression for panic before it settled into a blank state.

Before I reached the gate, Rhys slipped his arm around my waist and placed a small kiss on my temple, then moved to go to his seat. I watched him go for a moment, contemplating running to him and never letting him go. Anything to keep me from this nightmare. I pushed the gate open, trying to keep my hands from trembling.

That’s when I saw the girls–and that’s what they were: girls. My heart broke, seeing their faces, knowing that they were real and horrible things had been done to each of them. One of them looked to be younger than me; I could tell she was nervous by the way she kept chewing on her lip and wringing her hands.

I sat and after a few minutes, Tamlin walked through the doors. I made a point not to look at him for the rest of the trial, to keep my gaze in a totally different direction as we were all sworn in and the trial started. It was especially hard when he was oh so desperately trying to catch my eye.

The trial went on for hours. My confidence slowly built up at the compelling evidence the lawyer stacked against Tamlin. The jury, however, did not look impressed.

“The jury has ruled,” the judge started after a few hours of sitting and explaining our case, “that Mr. Tamlin will be fined an amount of seven-thousand dollars and will serve three months in the Prythian Correctional Center.” The judge banged his gavel, the sound echoing in the room, in my mind.

My mouth fell open and I heard murmurs from the people behind us. I couldn’t believe this; they just basically let him off the hook. Only three months and some measly fines. He would be free before I knew it, then he would come for me. My hands started to shake, my body was trembling as I comprehended what had just happened. I was scared-no I was terrified of not only what he could do to me, but to other girls. I looked over to the six other girls seated beside me who looked equally in shock. Our lawyer had his hands clenched into tight fists. Sure, he was angry, but he was angry about losing a case. He wouldn’t go home tonight, thinking about Tamlin every moment. He wouldn’t go home, knowing that he had ruined the lives of the other girls.

I sat there in shock as people started to file out of the room, talking amongst themselves as if their world hadn’t just shattered. I started to shake thinking about the horrors that could come in a few months.

“No,” Rhysand said loudly behind me. He stood up and his fists shook in barely controlled rage. Fire was dancing in his violet eyes, his lips set in a thin line. Before he could make a scene, a few security guards took a few threatening steps forward. After a moment, Rhys sat down and turned to face me, previous anger subdued.

“Feyre,” Rhys whispered as he crouched in front of my chair. He reached toward me and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I couldn’t look at him, I just stared at my hands in my lap.

“He’ll find me, he’ll never let me go,” I shook with the words, shivering deep in my core. Who knew how mad Tamlin would be after he was released? I shook harder.

“I won’t let him,” he said with determination to make my heart swell. “He’ll have to get through me before he even looks in your direction.” I wanted to believe him, I so badly wanted to. But once Tamlin had his mind set on something, someone, he would do anything to get it back.

Rhys raised me up and enveloped me in his arms while I cried. There was no one left in the courtroom, all the other victims having left with their companions.

I held onto the front of his shirt while he cooed soothing words above my head.

“Listen Feyre,” Rhys said, holding me at arm’s length. He searched my eyes before saying, “he is going to jail–no matter how long it may be, it’s still time that you are free of him. So tomorrow, we’re going to start college and forget all of this. Okay?”

I nodded softly, still not looking at him. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to forget all of this, but I knew I wouldn’t.

“And when the three months is up, he’ll be let out. We’ll deal with it when the time comes. Together,” he finished.

“Okay,” I said, wiping my face as I nodded. He nodded as well, but he was no fool. For now, it was the best we could do, to believe this would all get better in time. We both knew it wouldn’t.

“Let’s go home,” he said tentatively, leading me out of the courthouse. Home. Rhys’s home, but also mine. For the first time in a long while, I had a home–I had a family, but for how long? How long until Tamlin comes back to take me? No, I wouldn’t let him get close to me, to us. I would rather go back willingly than to let him anywhere near Rhys or Amara.

When we got in the car and headed back to the house I said, “thank you Rhys. For letting me stay with you. For loving me. I’m really glad you hired me that day.”

He grabbed my hand with heart breaking tenderness and said, “so am I.” He gave me a smile that kept me warm for the rest of the ride home.

“How did it go?” Amara asked when we got home. We’d told her that we we’re going talk to some people about some bad stuff that had happened to me.

She ran up to hug me, “it was fine, sweetie,” I answered. I let out a smile, but it came out more of a grimace. I could tell it didn’t escape Rhys’s notice.

“Amara,” Rhys said, putting a hand on the small of my back, “we’ve had a bit of a long day, why don’t you go play while Feyre rests.”

“Okay,” Amara answered as I put her down and she ran to her room.

“I could have played with her for a little while,” I told him. I braced my hands on the counter and took a deep breath.

He placed one hand on my waist and the other on my shoulder while saying, “no, you couldn’t have. What happened this morning was very draining, you need to rest; whether it be watching tv or taking a nap, you need to recharge.”

I rotated and looked up at him to see the concern in his violet eyes.

I sighed, “will you stay with me?”

He kissed my forehead, lingering for a minute before whispering, “anything you need.”


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I actually really quite like The Life of Pablo. I love it's messy mixtape vibe. That kind of weird incoherent and yet completely accessible and concise that I really like
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“What are you doing?” Peter asked, taking the lollipop from his mouth. “Seriously y/n you’re freaking me out. What’s up?” You smiled from ear to ear, spinning, pointing at his favorite game.

Pacman.

“This is my happy dance! Check out the high score Maximoff.” You laughed as the amusement in his features turned to sheer panic.

“Y/n I swear.” He mumbled, racing to his beloved game. An incoherent noise escaped his lips as he sunk to his knees. “My baby, what have you done to my baby?” He turned to face you, pointing at the initals at the top of the list.
“A.S.S. has tainted my beloved baby!” He caressed the side of the game, whispering closely. “She will be avenged.”

“I’m just gonna best you again, Speed Racer. You’d better get practicing.”