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“I don’t really like to call myself a brand, and I don’t like to think of myself as a brand. I’m a singer, a songwriter, a musician and a performer. And an actress, and all the other things that I do. When you add it all together, some might call it a brand, but that’s not my focus.”  Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Carter (September 4, 1981)

Cute Bus Stop Guy

Sterek, Teen, 2K words, Meet Cute AU


Stiles groaned and took a very long swig from his travel coffee mug as he hitched his messenger bag up higher on his shoulder. It was barely eight in the morning, and consequently, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was a grad student for fuck’s sake, and it was understood that in order to make up for the shitty stipend and the whole working-around-the-clock thing, he got to sleep in until 10. At least. After all, if he was up until 3 working, it was only fair. But noooo, his advisor—fuck you, Finstock—had insisted on an early meeting today.

He passed the bus stop and realized that at least he was lucky in that he lived close enough to campus that he could walk instead of dealing with public transportation at rush hour. Small condolences, really, though.

He yawned and accidentally bumped into someone walking past him. Stiles tried to apologize, but the word got stuck in his throat when he opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the person he’d nearly knocked over. He was about Stiles’ height but bigger, all broad shoulders and muscles capped off by really great hair and an unfairly attractive face. “Uh.”

The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that.

He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.

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Travis: Uh, before we get started I went back and listened to the last two episodes, ‘cause I really like listening to myself do stuff. And Justin and Dad… I think maybe there’s a connection between all those eyes on the moon and the spiritual beings that Justin saw in the extradimensional plane.

Griffin: Is it because I used a lot of the same words to describe them?

Travis: Yeah.

Justin: This has been our Adventure Zone recap wrap-up fancast, where we talk about our own podcasting theories about the show we made ourselves.

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I knew I’d never be able to draw a decent picture I was satisfied with more Miku’s 10th Anniversary, so I ended up doing something way more personal. That way I didn’t have to worry so much about how the art looks, but also because it’s hard for me to articulate exactly how much she means to me and this was an attempt at it.

This got pared down a lot from the original draft because there were sooo many other ‘I remember when’s - 10 years is a pretty long time after all.

I was still hesitant about doing it at all because I don’t really like drawing myself or depicting things related to my mental health, but it’s kind of important. I redrew that one page a few times because it did make me pretty uncomfortable and I couldn’t really figure out how to stop it from completely ruining the tone of the comic, so it got left kind of vague in the end.

To all the artists, musicians, animators and producers who bring her to life, I am eternally grateful. It’s an honour to have seen every one of her 10 years from the beginning. 

Imagine Skyping with Jensen and Jared and Misha not leaving you two alone.

“Hey sweetheart.” Jensen’s face light up the moment he saw you on the screen and you grinned at your boyfriend-fiance too.

“Hey b-” before you could even say the second word, Misha and Jared came into view.

“Hey baby.” Jared said with a grin.

“Hey love, good to see you again. Am really missing you.” Misha gave you a pout as he rested his weight on Jensen who only rolled his eyes at his friends. You giggled at your friends behavior.

“Missed you too guys.” you chuckled, a hand resting over your sowllen belly as Jensen gave a look at Misha and Jared.

“Nice hirt you’re wearing sweetheart.” Jared winked at you and you laughed, looking down at your Always Keep Fighting oversized hoodie and you grinned at him.

“Baby Ackles supports it too!” you grinned rubbing your belly and he chuckled.

“Guys-” Jensen pursed his lips “Do you mind?” he motioned towards you- or at least the computer.

“Oh no, it’s fine.” Misha shrugged “You are not bothering.” and he looked at you as you giggled at Jensen’s expression.

“Guys I am kinda having a moment with my girl, here.” he sighed.

“So are we!” Jared said matter-of-factly and you chuckled, making Jensen giving you too a look at which you responded with only a shrug.

“Don’t be selfish Jensen! Sharing is caring!” Misha said as if it was the most simple thing in the world and you giggled loudly at the mortified expression on his face.

“Not when it comes to my fiance!” he exclaimed, his voice raising and octave and you chuckled.

Jared rolled his eyes and scoffed “Geez Jens relax we are not going to steal your girlfriend.”

“Not that we couldn’t, if we didn’t try.” Misha winked at you and you laughed when Jensen smacked the back of his head.

“Guys” you giggled “It’s ok, don’t tease my boy.” you smiled at the scowl on Jensen’s face “He knows I have eyes only for him. My heart will always belong to him, no matter what.” you smiled at the shy smile that spread on his lips “Plus- I’m sorry to tell you, but hard as you try none would be able to do the things Jens does to me.” you winked at him as his eyes widened.

“Ew (Y/n)-” Jared said as he and Misha made a face “I just ate breakfast, I don’t need to throw up.”

“Gosh I really feel like throwing up myself now.” Misha shook his head “I really- really didn’t need the images (Y/n).”

“Neither did I.” Jared shuddered unpleasantly.

“Well, now you know how I got her pregnant.” Jensen slapped their back with a satisfied smile “How about you get going now, before she gets into more detail?”

“Trying to get us outta here, Ackles?” Misha narrowed his eyes at his friend who all-but-wanted to shout at him the ‘yes’.

“Too bad cause it is not going to work.” Jared said with a smirk and Misha nodded his head as Jensen only slammed back in his chair with a heavy sigh.

“So much for some time alone.” he mumbled and you gave him a sympathetic smile.

“Technically- you are not so much alone with all these miles separating you.” Misha notted and Jensen gave him a side look.

“You don’t have to remind us.” you sighed a little sadly “Never thought I’d look forward to Christmas this much. Can’t wait to have you back home, baby.” you said softly to him, despite Misha and Jared still being there.

They had gotten used to seeing you share moments like this, hell they had even started them before you got together so you practically owed it to them. But the moment you got to spend close to your boyfriend were, unfortunately, very few so that didn’t leave any room for caring about PDA. You got so emotional whenever you were close, so who care about others being there.

“Aww baby- we missed you too.” Misha and Jared said in unison as they leaned closer to the camera and Jensen shook his head with a laugh.

“Pretty sure she wasn’t talking to you.” he gave them a look but then looked back at you and smiled softly.

“I promise I will be back soon, baby. We can decorate the Christmas tree together- The three of us.” he smiled, his eyes going glossy and it made your heart swell inside your chest.

“Yeah-” yous swallowed the lump in your throat “The three of us.”

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“But if it was five you wouldn’t mind, right Jensen?”

angelisfandomtrash  asked:

Hey Ethan, sorry if this has already been asked, but I'm starting to draw you more often and I was just wondering if you preferred to be drawn with or without acne or if you had a preference at all? I'm not sure but i've drawn you without bc i've never rlly drawn acne before

I mean people can obviously draw however they want, but I prefer without because my acne is something I really don’t like about myself :P

“As much as I would really like to have saved myself heartache, embarrassment or gossip, I also know that my biggest mistakes have turned into my best lessons and sometimes my greatest career triumphs…If my life had been turbulence free, no bumps in the road at all, maybe my music would be more beige, maybe the stadiums wouldn’t be so full and the mantle would be a little more empty.”

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As much as I would really like to have saved myself heartache, embarrassment or gossip, I also know that my biggest mistakes have turned into my best lessons. And sometimes my greatest career triumphs. If my life had been turbulence-free, maybe my music would be beige, maybe the stadiums wouldn’t be full and the mantle would be a little more empty.

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“As much as I would really like to have saved myself heartache, embarrassment or gossip, I also know that my biggest mistakes have turned into my best lessons and sometimes my greatest career triumphs…If my life had been turbulence free, no bumps in the road at all, maybe my music would be more beige, maybe the stadiums wouldn’t be so full and the mantle would be a little more empty.”

“As much as I would really like to have saved myself heartache, embarrassment or gossip, I also know that my biggest mistakes have turned into my best lessons and sometimes my greatest career triumphs…If my life had been turbulence free, no bumps in the road at all, maybe my music would be more beige, maybe the stadiums wouldn’t be so full and the mantle would be a little more empty.”

This D*ke March antisemitism is hitting me so hard. Of course all antisemitism hurts me, I’m Jewish. But it’s that much harder when it comes from another community of which I am also a part: I’m a lesbian. I’m consistently subjected to antisemitism in LGBT spaces under the guise of anti Zionism . But this? I’m going home to my family, who live exactly where Boy’s Town (the historic gay neighborhood in Chicago) and one of the biggest the Jewish neighbourhoods meet. Living there, in Chicago, as a Jewish Lesbian was the one place I really felt like could be authentically myself and true to all my intersecting identites. I always wanted to return, dreamed of raising a Jewish family there one day with my partner. Now that has been taken from me. That love, that sense of security, safety and acceptance. It’s gone. I just want people to know how personal this is for me so that when we’re talking about it, if you’re trying to defend the organizers of the March, you realize how real the impact of their actions is. For me and for people like me.

Friends With Benefits: Bill Skarsgard... Chapter 4

Originally posted by eternalmikaelson

“I’m fucking exhausted.” Bill groaned, throwing his head back against the black leather seat, gripping onto the steering wheel tightly as we drove back to his place.

I yawned in agreement, checking the time on the dashboard to see it was 7:30pm. It wasn’t late but it felt it, we’d been up since the crack of dawn.

“Hey, Mya. I’m sorry about earlier, getting interrupted and all that.” Bill apologised, and I shrugged.

“It was probably for the best to be honest, maybe we shouldn’t do anything beyond the point of our places. The last thing we want is people to start reading between the lines, I really want to keep my name out of the press and I’m sure you don’t need the hassle.” I motioned to Bill, who let out a dry laugh.

“You make it sound like people thinking we’re dating is the worst thing in the world, you need to relax. So what if the rumours start, I’m sure it’d be fine.”

“Yeah, but we’re not dating, Bill. We’re super close, yeah, but sleeping together is already asking for trouble and doing it in public is adding fuel to the fire.” I pointed out and he groaned in response.

“It didn’t even count as sleeping together today, I barely got in before Roger was knocking on the door.” He complained, turning off the junction and heading up through a secluded road that was surrounded by large trees.

Bill’s driveway had a trail of small lights that illuminated the way, so it was always easy to find the house.

He pulled up in front of the large, glass house and cut the engine with another yawn.

“Let’s go.”

I hopped on out of the car, as did Bill. I didn’t bother removing my kit from the car, as it’d have to be used again soon.

It was a relief to enter the house and have the door shut behind us, it was comforting being in a place that was so familiar to me.

Bill had automatic lights that came on whenever there was movement within the building, it was an added security measure too.

We both kicked off our shoes and hung up our jackets, I watched sympathetically as Bill rubbed his clean, shaven face.

“Want me to order pizza while you get changed?” He offered, and I nodded eagerly, practically galloping up the wooden stairs to the second level of his house.

It was no secret that Bill’s success had paid well, and his house just mirrored that.

It was a five bedroom place with two levels, a gorgeous lounge, luxurious kitchen with marble counters and a back yard with a hot tub and dark decking.

I made my way into Bill’s room, we always shared it when I stayed over, even though he had four other rooms.

I searched through his walk in wardrobe, looking for one of his soft, cotton t-shirts that I could borrow since I had no interest in wearing one of my own that I kept here.

Satisfied once I’d found a pristine, white one, I removed my own top and bra, pulling the soft material over my head.

I unbuttoned my jeans and yanked them off, relieved to be out of the constricting material.

I shoved all of my clothes into the wash hamper that was located in the corner of his dark room, leaving them for him to wash since I really didn’t feel like doing it myself.

I glanced at myself in the mirror, tilting my head to the side.

It was no secret that I had insecurities, I mean, who doesn’t?

I admired my false, blonde hair, delicately tugging on the end of it.

My skin was quite fair, although I still had a slight bit of colour left from the summer. The white t-shirt made my pathetic excuse of a tan stand out more, and I didn’t mind how I looked tonight.

Even in Bill’s long t-shirt that you could quite clearly see through, as my black thong and nipple piercings were pretty prominent.

My legs were long and quite toned, even though I was definitely not the skinniest girl around.

My finger nails were a deep red, they matched my gel pedicure also.

The only thing that made me insecure within that moment was the mark that Bill had left on my neck at lunch, if anything it had gotten more visible throughout the day.

I sighed and mumbled a curse as I rubbed my neck, turning Bill’s bedroom light off and making my way back downstairs.

Since Bill’s house was also open plan downstairs, I could see him sat on his couch with his arms folded, the television on and playing Friends.

I took a gentle seat next to him and he turned to face me slightly, cocking an eyebrow up.

“Is that my t-shirt?”

“Nope.” I replied quickly, pulling the blanket off the back of his large, black couch and using it to cover my bare legs.

“I’ve ordered pizza, got your usual, the app says it should be here in about twenty minutes.”

“Thank you.” I whispered, feeling his hands go under the blanket and to my legs where he rubbed them gently.

I leant one arm on the back of the couch so my body was slightly twisted and rested my head on my hand, Bill copied me.

“You know, you’re one of the most amazing people i’ve ever met.” He expressed, giving my ankle a squeeze.

“Well, you’re pretty cool yourself. It’s weird, I never thought I’d ever make any friends when I moved from New Jersey to LA, yet my first day on the set of Hemlock Grove and I met you.” I chuckled, remembering the day as if it was yesterday.

“I remember, you were my make up artist for the day and I was freaking out, thinking you were gonna put lipstick on me or some shit.” He laughed.

“That was so funny, I was trying so hard to hold myself together and be professional.” I giggled, briefly brushing my hair from my eyes.

“I recall seeing you come onto set, you were wearing that Motley Cruë raglan and ripped jeans, I thought you looked amazing.”

I rolled my eyes at his compliment, slightly impressed that he’d remembered such specific details like that, looking down towards the fabric of the blanket, I began picking at it between my fingers.

I felt his hand leave my leg and Bill was soon grasping my chin between his long fingers, urging me to look up.

Our eyes connected and there was a weird feeling of suspense surrounding us, I could see his green eyes flickering between my eyes and lips.

We both started moving closer together, our lips millimetres apart.

Just as they were about to touch, the sound of the doorbell ringing made us jump apart.

Bill looked at me for a second with wide eyes, before hopping over the back of the couch to answer the door.

I was left stunned, replaying the moment in my head.

Were we about to kiss? Like… properly?

I know we kissed whenever we were having sex or doing stuff, but this was different, there was no sexual tension or hunger, it just felt normal and just thinking about it left butterflies in my stomach.

I was distracted from my thoughts when Bill came back over to the couch, pizza boxes in his hands.

He was staring at me intently, like he was analysing me for a sign that I was freaking out about what almost just happened.

I could tell he was tense and I didn’t want him to be, he had no need to be tense. So, I offered him a small grin and almost instantly I saw his demeanour change.

He grinned back and sat back down, also pulling the blanket over his lap as he gave me a pizza box.

“This smells so good, I’m starving. I haven’t even had the chance to have a snack today, when Roger interrupted us I just went back to work.” I moaned, taking a bite of the pizza which had all of my favourite toppings on.

“Same, but it wasn’t food I was hungry for.” He winked, chewing the food in his mouth.

“You’re a creep.” I giggled, shoving him playfully.

“You love it.”

We sat and ate our pizza on his couch and when we were finished, we cuddled up close under the blanket.

“I can’t imagine life without you.” I mumbled, taking his hand and playing with his fingers.

“You don’t have to, I’m right here, I always will be.” He murmered, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me close to his side and resting his chin upon my head.

I tucked in close to him, enveloping in his warmth and protection, and with that, my eyes began to drift shut from exhaustion and from just feeling so safe in Bills arms.

My life wouldn’t be worth living without him.


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-Hey everyone, just an ending note. I decided to include more depth into feelings, explore the back story too. What does everyone think? I hope you enjoy, the next part will be uploaded tomorrow!

1. i used to drown myself in vodka every night to stop the ringing in my ears and the aching in my chest. since you came around, i haven’t needed a drink to forget i wasn’t okay.

2. when i was little my biggest fear was getting the flu because i hated throwing up, but now i do it on a daily basis and i’m not scared anymore. since you came around, i haven’t really felt like hurting myself in that way because i’ve never felt more beautiful.

3. i’ve always hated my laugh and my smile. since you came around, i smile even when i don’t notice. you tell me my smile is beautiful and that you love my laugh, and this is the first time in years i’ve actually started to believe it.

—  three ways you almost fixed me