....... he looks like a rock star

The Force is With Me

REQUESTED BY ANON: HI! I have never really been shipped before so I was like why not. Anyway I have medium/longish dirty blonde hair, I ride horses (hunter jumping). 5'5, green eyes, love books, sherlock, youtube, Star Wars and Marvel are my other main fandoms, funny, little insecure, fave bands are mostly punk rock/rock, I’ve been called childish, fairly active and like card games and puns

I ship you with Sammy!

Originally posted by samwinchesterrs

“Your turn!” You exclaimed putting your cards to the side. 

Sam looks at his game and plays a card, concetrated. His one goal is to beat you at least once at cards. 

Once he is finished, you smile, making him regret his move. 

“I win!” You throw your cards on the table. 

“How do you always win?” Sam asked impressed.

“Because the Force is with me Sammy”. 

“Ugh” he grimaced at the nickname “I really need to love you to let you call me that”.

“Own” you smile “I am touched”.

You lean against the table and kiss him deeply. 

“I love you”.

Every Harry Potter fanfiction I’ve read and loved


9 times Harry kissed Draco and the 1 time Draco kissed Harry

Action Figures

Animus Nexus

Best Laid Plans

Beyond the Mirror’s Edge

Chase the Wind

Collecting Kisses


Draco Malfoy and the Sleepwalking Saviour

Draco Malfoy’s Harry Potter Pickup Lines

Drarry 30 Day OTP Challenge


For Every Action

Get Some

Heart in a Blender

How I Met Your Father

If He Ever Becomes My Boyfriend

Kiss Me, Cure Me

Kiss the Joy (Until the Sunrise)

Marginal Notes


Seeker, Chaser, Keeper

So Worth the Yearning For…

Spin the Wand

State of Mind

The Incredible Race

The LipLock Jinx

The Ministry Olympics

The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight

The One Where Harry Proposes

The Proposal

Things I am Not Allowed to do at Hogwarts

Unexpected Consequences

Working it Out Like Adults

You’re Not Dead!

Zero to Hero


A Lone Wolf


Dating Remus Lupin

Five Stories Over Four Years- The Jam Instances


In the Middle

James Potter Proposes Excellent Bets

Our Blood, Still Young

Punk Rock Suburban


Revelations In The Snow

Rumors and Patronuses

Stupid Cupid

Subtlety, Thy Name is Sirius Black

The Fire Whisky Interrogation

The Perfect Kiss

The stars in your eyes and the moon in mine

The Voice In His Head

The Voice, Louder

To Kiss a Bloke


Hiding Scrawl, Licking Freckles, and Other Average Wizard Things

Staring in the Great Hall

Tell me if any of the links aren’t working. Happy reading!

ok but bear with me: older!connie takes steven to her prom

all her friends have heard her sometimes talk about this mysterious “steven” she allegedly spends the summer with and they’re not entirely sure what to expect but it certainly wasnt the 6'7" hairy person wearing a tux and flip flops and riding on a PINK LION

meanwhile their quiet, braniac, restrictive-parents-having connie looks totally calm about all this madness as she slides off the pastel behemoth and introduces her boyfriend(??) as “Steven Quartz Universe”, who they later learn was begat by a rock star and an alien, but while he’s intimidating at first he’s also super nice so they cut him some slack and pretty soon they’re all chatting like old friends

UNTIL THEY ALL GET ON THE DANCE FLOOR and connie and steven are dancing and there’s a flash of light and suddenly the hottest 8-foot androgyne they’ve ever seen is standing where once there was a steven and a connie

this is all i want in this life ok

You know, people love to say that opposites attract. And maybe that’s why I tried so hard to make us work. The girl who measures two teaspoons of sugar to put in her tea and the boy with calloused palms, climbing every mountain he can because he likes the way the stars look when nothing is in their way. Frothy milk and adrenaline. We looked like idiots together. You at my charity dinners in a poorly tailored sport coat. Five o'clock shadow. Bad jokes. And me scaling the rock climbing wall with slippery hands. Two feet above ground. A loose cotton dress. But laughing. Both of us always laughing. At me and you and this stupid world for working in a way that let the two of us need each other so desperately. Opposites. You’re damn right they attract. But attraction and commitment were never the same thing. Maybe you always knew that. And that’s why you laughed. Because you knew that one day, your girl would stand on Everest. Scream to the stars. Drink her coffee black. But me, I’m still learning. Learning as you tell we want different things. Learning when you drop off every piece of myself I’ve left at your place, nothing folded, the toothbrush tangled with hairs. Learning while I sit here writing about the boy who bounced from cliff tops to see the stars and the girl whose feet never left the ground, whose eyes only ever knew how to watch him walk into clouds and disappear altogether.
—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write
Best Spirk moments in Star Trek Beyond
  • The whole turbolift scene 
  •  when Jim looks up at Spock with heart eyes as they’re going through the lightning rocks 
  •  during Krall’s raid of the Enterprise when Spock’s call cuts out and Jim immediately runs off to find him 
  •  when Spock is injured and says he plans to leave Starfleet and Bones just talks about Jim “I don’t know what he’ll do without you" 
  •  when Scotty beams Spock into the Franklin and Jim is immediately at his side 
  •  when Jim quickly supports Spock when he is racked with another bout of pain  
  • when he so gently helps Spock lay down as Bones looks over his wound • "That’s why I need you around Spock” and Spock’s heart eyes that were caused by this 
  •  when the first thing Jim does after they avoid crashing and get the Franklin to fly is look at Spock 
  • When Spock immediately volunteers to go with Jim to disorient the bee swarm 
  •  Spock appearing just in time to grab Jim’s hand and save him from being sucked into space 
  •  "What would I do without you Spock?“ and Spock realizing Bones was right about Jim needing him 
  •  the whole "more or less” scene and the cute heart eyes at each other during it when they realize that they both need each other

What makes Richard Ramirez so attractive ?

Contrary to Bundy, Richard Ramirez ever tried to sport an image of innocence. He embraced his inside “beast” and played it. He claimed that he was the son of Satan himself, which made him the favorite of satanists and anti-religion people. With the violence of his murders, Ramirez had a kind of chaotic power that most passive hybrisophiliacs look for. He fits to the perfect dominants for submissive masochists women. According to the nature of his crimes, the  Night Stalker reached this level of pure evil that fascinates and even tempts to wake some darksides. He’s like the bad side that mostly lonely people never had the courage to light up. Morevover, Ramirez incarnated the trend of “superstar killer” which made him a kind of groupies catcher. His fame works like he was a rock star. Like Phillip Carlo said about him, “Richard is one of the most infamous of all condemned, a kind of homicide superstar… the Mick Jagger of murder”.

Okay, so here’s a mediocre picture of my big guy: you can’t really see from this angle, but he has several scales that are a really light, bright teal strewn across the darker parts, and they look like little stars! That’s why I named him Orion. He also has little spots here and there of a dark maroon, as you can see @ the base of his anal fin and mouth, and his front ventricle fins are all curly and white! Quirky part of him, but handsome nonetheless. 

Anyway, he’s adjusting quite well to his new home, and is energetic bordering on hyperactive, which is one of the reasons why I haven’t been able to get very many pictures. Constantly patrolling the tank or playing in the bubble stream from the little air rock I put in the far corner. At first I was worried the bubbles and the current from his filter (which I’ve baffled using a clean disposable shot glass lol) would be too strong for him, but even though there are a bunch of sheltered, still areas, he still spends most of his time swimming around in the choppier parts, so I guess he likes the workout. All in all, Orion is a very spunky, curious and somewhat jumpy guy and I’m glad I adopted him!

DEAR STAR: I’m a guy who wishes Star never existed. My girlfriend reads your dumb magazine all the time (even when we’re on dates!). Anyway, of all the things I hate about Star (and there are plenty), the thing that really makes me retch is how you feature a rock singer like Marc Bolan. He looks fruity with those ballet shoes and satiny clothes. It’s enough to make a guy like me throw up. Why don’t you print a story on a real man like John Wayne?

STAR MAG: We’re glad your girlfriend has something interesting to do on her dates with you! If she didn’t read or think about Marc Bolan, she’d probably have to listen to your male chauvinist whining the entire evening.
—  Star Magazine ending homophobia & fragile masculinity in 1973.

I paused the 12x07 promo at the wrong moment and now it looks like Dean can’t believe what he’s seeing and he’s also trying to figure out a plan to put a stop to this, whatever this is (Lucifer pretending to be a rock star during an actual rock concert) and everybody else is just super excited and Sam’s like, Oh.My.God, not this loser again and why can’t he stay dead and so we’re going to fight him again?, yeah, good plan, whatevs.

His body emanates its own unique text, regardless of what is said, and it is enough to make one intimidated by the 50-year old Till Lindemann, who gives the impression of having a very strong, powerfully large appearance. He looks like a rock star capable of throwing boulders. Bleached-blond hair, eyebrow piercings. But at second glance, you notice that his body radiates a confident, Baloo-the-Bear-kind of friendliness. And now for the shock of his voice: he does not speak in the somber, forced tone the fans know from stage, but with an unusually gentle, open voice. The most evil voice in rock’n roll could just as easily narrate radio plays for children. Is it clear to him, that he has two, such entirely different, voices? The tolerant interviewee Till Lindemann: “There’s the professional bass. And this is my normal, everyday baritone.”

I just love this description of Tilll especially the Baloo part.  He definitely reminds me of a bear but I can’t quite imagine him singing The Bear Necessities.

gorillaz reminders

as phase 4 starting there are some things we cant forget

-murdocs costume in “rock the house”

- there have been at least 4 Star Wars references in Gorillaz songs

- we have seen what murdoc actually looks like naked (5/4 storyboard ;) )

-the puppets

-swan shaped scones

-2d is afraid of whales

-russel has dreamed of wearing a dress

-russel has called murdoc a “cracka-ass”

-MEL questioned what russel was going to be when he grew up

-Dr. Wurzel turned murdocs winnebago into a superweapon

-Dr. Wurzel

- lil jimmy manson

-DARE’s music video was playing in the background of Do Ya Things video

-noodle has a GIANT HEAD in her ROOM

-murdoc had a dream about SLEEPING with this giant heads BODY

-murdoc, in the dream, was having a dream about DARE



-the TWO SONGS named after CELEBRITIES

-rock the house basically straight up ripping off the Modesty Blaise theme

-del the funkee homosapien refused to go on tour with gorillaz because they didnt offer him enough money, causing the birth of the phi-life cypher version

-2d had a dog

-noodle had a dog

-MEL has thought about killing the entire band multiple times

-murdoc burned down kong studios

-plastic beach is literally just a hunk of garbage

-murdoc is green

thats all thank you for your time

Louis blinked and tore his eyes off of Harry, who was on the move now, his long legs sauntering up and down the stage, every line and ripple of muscle beneath those tight, tight pants showcased for all the world to see. “Harry who?”

Niall chuckled and puffed in his ear, “Harry fucking Styles, Lou. Where have you been? Under a rock or somethin’?”

Louis stared at Niall for a moment. Well, no, not a rock exactly, but he hadn’t exactly been social over the past few years. He looked back to the stage. Harry walked in those fucking boots like a runway model meets porn star, strutting and rolling those sinful hips under the bright lights. In the flashing lights that had appeared after the intro, Louis could see the miles of skin under the sheer indecent shirt and tattoos that ran up and down the singer’s arms and torso. He was like a mirage up there. Singing his heart out and shaking that round little ass of his. He was like a different person — like maybe he had two personalities. Stage Harry and regular-trying-to-pick-a-guy-up-at-a-bar Harry. 

walk on the ocean - by Anonymous 

Harry is an on the rise rock star. Louis is as far from the music scene as a famous producer’s son can get. They meet and everything changes.

Lets talk about Starman


Look at this guy.

He is King dope of the stars.

He cares and feels quite a bit.

He can be creepy sometimes.

Like. REALLY creepy.

He never seems to be really down about much.

Despite rarely being able to catch a break.

He’s just such a wonderful and fun character!

I love him to death because he can be so cool and so silly at the same time. He’s just awesome.

That is all.

Eye Of The Beholder

For the anon that requested: could you write jealous / possessive Bellamy where he admires her from afar all the time in the camp until he thinks she is probably falling for someone else so he gets really possessive?

You saw him every day, silently admiring his style and personality anytime he graced you with his presence. He encapsulated all of the things that heroes and leaders were made of – iron will, courage, and intellect – all wrapped up in a one of a kind package. On top of brains, he had good looks. He was intimidatingly handsome from his glowing olive skin to his deep chocolate eyes, not to mention his perfectly sculpted abs that one could practically cut diamonds on. He was a post-apocalyptic rock star, girls swooned over him and guys wanted to be him. Bellamy Blake was just the kind of guy that would never pay any romantic attention to a girl like you.

He was the apple of your eye and you were probably less than a blip on his radar. Sure, he knew you existed, but there was no way that he had ever taken a discerning look at you to recognize who you truly were. Between him constantly running things around camp and the countless other girls that were probably throwing themselves into his bed, there was certainly no time for him to notice little old you blending into the background.

There was the rare occasion that Bellamy actually spoke to you, but the conversations were always the bare minimum and they always ended awkwardly and abruptly. There were the long pauses, the vague topics, and the tongue-twisting sentences. If he wasn’t so damn cute, the small talk he made would almost be painful. After watching him give so many motivational speeches, you’d never seen the man stutter so much in his life. It was sort of odd, but also quite endearing to see someone who was so talkative be lost for words. He was probably just too distracted with other things to have a meaningful discussion with you.

Then there was the fact that he seemed to mostly approach you when you were in the company of other guys. He would always make some kind of offhanded comment to antagonize them if they weren’t already wetting themselves over the size and strength of his biceps. Guys seemed to flee from your vicinity in sheer terror whenever Bellamy was around. All except for one, anyway, and that was Finn. He seemed to know something that the others didn’t.

You were on dinner duty with Finn, roasting today’s catch over the fire pit, when he nudged you.

“He’s looking at you again,” Finn said with raised eyebrows. He nodded his head towards Bellamy’s direction.

You looked over your shoulder to find Bellamy minding his post on the wall.  

“Me?” you huffed. “Yeah, right. Good one, Finn.”

According to Finn, Bellamy hadn’t been able to peel his eyeballs away from you since you landed on the ground, but so far his claims were without evidence. Anytime you tried to catch Bellamy in the alleged act, you were never fast enough. This made Finn’s assertion seem more like an outlandish lie than the truth.

“I’ll prove it,” Finn said, moving you into prime position to catch your target. He stood in front of you, blocking Bellamy’s immediate line of vision toward you. “Now he’s gonna have to move if he wants to see you.”

You peered just over Finn’s left shoulder to see Bellamy bobbing his head up and down, trying to get a better view of something in your direction. This still wasn’t enough to convince you that he was looking at you. That was until Finn stepped out of the way, leaving you in Bellamy’s direct line of vision. By the intensity of his gaze, you couldn’t tell if he was admiring you or if you had done something to annoy him.

Your body tensed up and you scratched your head self-consciously as you broke eye contact with him. “I’m under the impression he doesn’t like me very much,” you sighed.  

“It’s me he doesn’t like,” Finn said, giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Trust me on this one.”

No sooner than Finn had laid his hand upon your shoulder, Bellamy came marching over with his two friends: arrogant attitude and snide grin.

“Finn,” he said lifting Finn’s hand from your shoulder and placing it back by the young man’s side. “Don’t you already have two girlfriends to worry about? Hope you’re not trying for a third.”

“We’re just friends,” Finn replied.

A forced smile spread across Bellamy’s face as he gave Finn three heavy handed pats on the back. Finn jolted forward under the weight of Bellamy’s hand. “Maybe friends should keep their hands to themselves.”  

“Well maybe you should do something about it,” Finn grumbled.

The two guys looked at each other uncomfortably, silently communicating through a series of facial expressions. You looked on perplexed as you tried to decipher their quiet cues of nods, clenched jaws and raised eyebrows, but it was a language you failed to understand.

“Well, I’m gonna go because I think there’s something Bellamy needs to say,” Finn said giving Bellamy’s shoulder a firm squeeze. “I’ll catch you later, Y/N.”

Finn walked away, leaving you alone with Bellamy.

“So…dinner…” Bellamy said, uneasily rocking back and forth on his toes. “Good…good job with that.”

“Something bothering you?” you asked.

“No. Why?”

“Hmm…I don’t know,” you shrugged. “But maybe because you were just being super rude.”

“What’s rude is Finn hanging all over you like a creep when he knows I like-” Bellamy stopped abruptly and his eyes grew large in size.

“When he knows what?” you asked impatiently. You crossed your arms and tapped your foot as you waited for his response.

He licked his lips and shifted his weight nervously in the dirt before grabbing your arm and pulling you aside to where prying eyes couldn’t see.

You pulled away from his grasp. “Why are you acting so weird?”

“It’s because I can’t stand seeing other guys around you,” Bellamy blurted, throwing his hands into the air. He let out a deep breath and composed himself before meeting your stunned gaze.

Bellamy hated seeing the other male campers interacting with you so closely because he wanted to be in their position. He always interfered when you were with another guy because he didn’t want them making a move on you before he had a chance. The truth was he longed to be the only love in your life.

“From the moment I laid eyes on you…I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he continued. “I’m crazy about you.”  

You never thought that Bellamy saw you in the way that you saw him, but he did. He noticed how when you smiled your eyes seemed to smile too, how you cracked your knuckles when you were nervous, and even how you subconsciously twirled your hair around your finger when you were deep in thought. As he was hiding his observant glances behind the cascading trees and masking them behind the faces of other campers, he was absorbing all of those tiny details that made you unique.

Underneath that tough and audacious demeanor, he was actually struggling to confess his feelings for you. All of the awkward talks were attempts at getting closer to the point of confession, but he always failed in the end. Staring at your stunning beauty made the words get lost on his tongue and sucked the air from his lungs. You thought it wasn’t possible, but you always left him breathless and flustered, like a baby learning to take their first steps.

Vulnerability was a new feeling for Bellamy and he wasn’t quite sure how to deal with it. So he camouflaged his adoration for you behind passive aggressive and jealous behavior when he really wanted to pour out his affection for you in close quarters without having to hide it from afar.

From the first moment he saw you, you snatched his still-beating heart right from his chest.

“All you ever had to do was say it,” you said draping your hand around his neck. You moved in slowly, giving him a long and gentle kiss on the lips. As soon as you pulled away he pulled you back in, wrapping his arms snugly around your waist, and kissed you a second time.

You pulled away from him, taking a deep breath and patting him on the chest. “It’s been fun, but I have to meet with my other boyfriend in about five minutes,” you teased.

“Do I have to fight to keep you?” he asked, grabbing your hand and interlacing his fingers with yours. “Cause I will.” Even now he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“All I ever wanted was you, Bellamy,” you cooed softly as you stroked his hair.  

“Now that you have me, what do you plan on doing with me?” he asked with a smirk.

“I can show you better than I can tell you.”

Bellamy picked you up, effortlessly cradling you in his arms, and carried you back to his tent where you planned to spend longer than seven minutes in heaven with your new beau.


our tour guide was this old ruggedy white dude with a cowboy hat and i feel bad for him bc he would tell us some facts or trivia about the place really earnestly but my parents know nothing about american pop culture or like southwestern history loool. He’s like, “and people say this little mountain looks like lucy, the peanuts characters” and theyre like “ohhhh i love lucy, i see i see” lmao

Then another time he was talking about all the old hollywood stars who have houses here and films that were shot and my parents dont even respond bc who the fuck is john wayne yaar?

Later on my parents probably ruined his tour bc they started to compare every cave, rock, and mountain to something in india with a disclaimer that the indian ones were superior lol