Guys, this time around we need to step up our game, get out there AND BUY THE ALBUM. buy multiple copies if you can afford it. gift it to your friends and family. We need to get taylor that 1 million sales week, especially now when everyone thinks it’s impossible

People can say whatever they want about me, but I was born into this business. This business runs through my veins. If you cut my arm, it’s WWE that will leak out. I was fed, since I can remember, by my dad and if my dad wasn’t there some other man in our family stepped up and he was most likely making the money through this business. I’ve experienced a lot of hardships and a lot of great moments throughout my life because of this business, but the bottom line is it fed me my entire life. And I don’t care who you are. You will not disrespect it. Not in front of me. Not today. Not any day that I’m alive.
—  Roman Reigns (x)

elopetothesea  asked:

Do you ever just think abt Izuku all fucked up from his battles with cuts and scratches and he's just laughing them off bcs "yeah I've had it worst this is no big deal!" But Todoroki is super worried and tries to treat the less serious ones himself with bandaids, and Izuku who usually wouldn't have them treated bcs he knows they'll heal on their own (eventually) starts actually wearing the cute cartoons bandaids bcs they are the ones Todoroki gives him ??? Bcs I thinks abt a lot

shouto has hello kitty bandaids anyone who says otherwise can fight me

yo izuku has the highest pain tolerance i have ever seen and shouto is highkey mortified by it, insisting that even small cuts can still get infected so pls wash it and wear a bandaid what r u doing.

whenever iida isn’t around shouto steps up as the Mom Friend and no one has the heart to stop him, especially not izuku.

The Five Times You Caught Bucky Blushing (2/5)

Pairing - Bucky x Reader

Prompt - Gigil (Filipino) - A physical response - like trembling, or blushing - to a situation that overwhelms your self-control. For @howlingbarnes​ Languages of Love challenge.

Summary - Bucky was never the type to let his emotions show but when it comes to you he just can’t help himself.

Warnings - n/a, just lots of adorable fluff

Word Count - 508

Notes - My first series fic y’all.  I plan to post every day this week and twice on the final day.

Part 1     My Masterlist

Originally posted by itsagentromanoff

The second time you saw it was because you decided to put your theory to the test.

You’d only been working with the Avengers for a couple of months. A former agent, you were seriously injured when SHIELD fell and had been reassigned to non-combat work. Lucky for you, Fury was looking for someone to be the “man in the chair” so to speak, coordinating tech support during missions, and you with your hacking background and intuitive computer skills were perfect for the job.

You loved getting to know the team, quickly realizing that under all those powers and personas were real people, people who were just as friendly and scattered and funny and broken as anyone else, including yourself. You took it upon yourself to be the team’s unofficial morale booster, knowing that the only way the Avengers were gonna continue to be successful in the field would be to build their morale and sense of community here at home.  

Sunday morning breakfast was the first tradition you had initiated. The only rules were that everyone had to attend and everyone had to contribute somehow. Several members of the team were reluctant until you lured them in with the promise of bottomless stacks of your Nana’s famous buttermilk pancakes and before long you had them all, hook, line, and sinker.

As you gathered your ingredients and waited for the rest of the team to wake up you couldn’t stop thinking about the other morning on the balcony with Bucky. The more you pictured it in your mind the more you were sure that a certain stoic super soldier had definitely blushed because of you, something you never would have expected but were pleasantly surprised by. You just needed to be absolutely certain…

As luck would have it the man in question chose that moment to round the corner into the kitchen. “Hey Bucky, can you help me out with something?” He came over and leaned against the counter next to you.

“Whatcha need, doll?”

You pointed towards the top of the open cabinet. “Somebody put the mixing bowl I need all the way up there… care to help a gal out?”

“Sure thing,” he said with a smile reaching up to grab it.

Time to put the plan in motion. “Oh wait, not that one,” you stepped up right behind Bucky, placing your left hand on his shoulder and brushing your right arm against his as you pointed out the correct bowl, “it’s that red one, right there.”

You felt Bucky tense under your touch, almost dropping the bowl in the process. You quickly stepped back, paying close attention as your suspicions were confirmed. A deep crimson blush bloomed over his neck, all the way up to the tips of his ears. He turned, basically pushing the bowl into your arms and muttering about forgetting something in his room before hightailing it out of the kitchen.

“Gotcha,” you smiled to yourself as you worked your ingredients into a batter, pondering what to do with this new information…

Originally posted by pancakes

Part 3 - coming 8/23/17

Tags: @dianelogan @bucky-plums-barnes @buckyywiththegoodhair @ilovebeingjoyful @cate-lynne @avengerofyourheart @sebspocketsquare @sgtbxckybxrnes @bionic-buckyb @bovaria @plumfondler @ms-potts-to-you @sexonastickstan @howlingbarnes @angryschnauzer

people getting tired of tswift and calling out her shitty publicity stunting and her “I’m just a wholesome and lovely gal from lil ol’ pennsylvania, and i support all people” display that she uses to hide the fact she’s made her way to the top by stepping up on people’s backs? people rolling their eyes at her once again dismissing the reasons people were calling her a snake in the first place, the actual problems with what she did, so she can be ~cool and relatable~ for album sales? people seeing through her bullshit to see that she’s actually unbelievably manipulative?


#Repost @25park (@get_repost)
walking in to meet with MARCELLUS WILLIAMS now; if this conviction is NOT overturned; it will be my last interaction with him. We have 6 hours…that’s right, I said 6 hours. 3 days ago nobody knew about this…today it is on the front page of Since we can’t reach @ericgreitens please call his press secretary ASAP~ here is the info
It’s this:

If you can, post this for your followers to contact since gov. Greitens vm is full:

Governor Eric Greiten’s Press Secretary Parker Briden

Insta - @parkerbriden
Twitter - @parkerwbriden
Phone - 573-691-9237
Email -

I do believe if Marcellus is executed today, the riots will be worse than FERGUSON and MISSOURI will be in a full state of emergency. Thank You all for bringing this story to life…it takes a village and I’m beyond grateful to those of you who stepped up to the plate 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻#stoptheexecutionofmarcelluswilliams

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Release Date Speculation

August 17th: In celebration of Indonesian Independence Day

August 18th: For the one year anniversary of MM release on iOS

August 19th: As a birthday gift for Crown Princess Mette-Marit of Norway

August 20th: To distract from the itch on World Mosquito Day

August 21st: In celebration of the solar eclipse and new moon

August 22nd: Because on this date in 1966 The Beatles arrived in New York

August 23rd: Just in time for ‘Hug Your Sweetheart Day’

August 24th: To get down with International Strange Music Day

August 25th: As a way to lift our spirits on the 1,938th anniversary of the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius that destroyed Pompeii

August 26th: Because if it hasn’t been released by now a good number of us will probably implode

August 27th: Why not? It’s ‘National Just Because Day’

August 28th: No really, this isn’t funny anymore

August 29th: Seriously, it still hasn’t *&^!@# come out? 

August 30th: Because it’s 11 days before V’s birthday on September 9th

August 31st: 

Originally posted by maya-penelopehunter


Taeyeon x Siren AU

“The masses do not see the Sirens. They do not hear songs in the air. Blind, deaf, stooping, they pull at their oars in the hold of the earth. But the more select, the captains, harken to a siren within them… and royally squander their lives with her.”

Inspired by today’s eclipse and for @sterekwritingroom‘s flash event.


The first group of weres pass through Beacon Hills on a Thursday. Stiles probably wouldn’t notice except that he’s spent the past year and a half hanging out almost exclusively with supernatural beings and that… well, ok, these guys aren’t exactly subtle. They tilt their heads almost in sync as he passes by them –– heading in to pay cash at the gas station while they pile back into their packed SUV. Noses flare, stances shift, and Stiles has about point five seconds to plan a bolt back to the Jeep before one of them’s announcing “Don’t trouble your Alpha; we’re just passing north for the event.” And then they’re back in the SUV and gone.

So… yeah, not to diminish Stiles’ awesome deductive skills here but… not subtle.

The second sighting happens before school on Friday, when Stiles ducks into the Dunkin’ Donuts for some much needed coffee and practically trips over a trio of sugar-high toddlers. One of them, wearing what looks like a home-painted t-shirt, decorated with a slightly uneven yellow circle, is midway through whining “Momma, we’re gonna miss the––“ when she stops in her tracks to stare up at him.

Stiles blinks down at her, the door perched against his elbow.

“Say ‘scuse me,” the boy next to her murmurs. It’s too early for this, brain crawling the sludge-slow of non-coffee through his system, and Stiles isn’t sure which of them he’s talking to.

“Excuse me,” he says and all three immediately shuffle, staring wide enough it makes Stiles’ eyes ache for them. He starts past, scrubbing a hand across his jaw self-consciously, wondering if he’d missed sleep drool or a sock in his hair or something on his mad rush out the door but, two steps past, the youngest kid snuffles and speaks up, soft: “Are you gonna come see the moon with us?”

It takes another step for Stiles to register that she’s talking to him, but by the time he blinks back the boy’s already tutting at her.

“No Lucy. He’ll go with his own pack.”

The little girl’s mouth opens in a wide, understanding O, while her older sister tugs proudly on her yellow circle shirt. It’s painted a messy black in the middle, inside the bright golden edge, and Stiles kind of forgets coffee for a minute in the face of actual werewolf children and then there’s a woman stepping up behind them, coffee and a box of munchkins in hand, dropping a fond hand to ruffle the boy’s hair as she gives Stiles an apologetic smile.

“Sorry about that, they’ve never been through another pack’s territory before. We’ve been driving since Arizona –– long trip for the little ones. But I couldn’t miss the chance for them to experience this. Best sighting until totality in 2017!”

“I’ll be ten,” says the boy, in the tone of one who’s done the math very carefully a dozen times over.

Stiles nods, a little lost because werewolf toddlers, and manages “well that’s… good.”

“I’m two,” the youngest puts in proudly, vaguely missing the thread of the conversation but eager to take part, and Stiles smiles back, wishing he had a little more coffee in his system because it’s not like he’s oblivious about what’s going on in the world this weekend, but he’s starting to feel a little dense for not connecting all kinds of dots sooner.

Then again, there’s another person who probably could’ve connected them for him.

“They don’t know how lucky they are,” the woman adds, beaming down. “I had to wait years for my first one and I’ll never forget the experience. Of course, you won’t feel it the same way as us,” her tone going apologetic, “but I’m sure your pack can’t wait to take part.”

And then she’s ushering the kids out the door with promises of donuts in the car, and Stiles is tugging out his phone, pulling up Derek Hale’s number.


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