a lot of alcohol was consumed in the making of this film

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Robert Small ~ aka Bad Dad/Knife Dad

(All info is culled directly from in-game references; gif was made by me - if you want to use it in something else, please ask &/or give me credit.  Thanks so much!  <3)

~ Background Canon ~

  • Seems to have little/no respect for people who sleep around and/or put sex before other, more important things
  • Was (possibly) in the Army
  • Has a Boston Terrier named Betsy (likes to pretend she’s a pit bull)
  • Likes to tell elaborate (and sometimes graphic) stories. (Are they true? No one but Robert knows.)
  • Knows how to fake people out (i.e. good poker face?)
  • Sends texts/messages like a teenager
  • Believes hitting a child would be despicable
  • Insists on watching movie credits to the VERY end
  • Has a daughter named Val who lives in Brooklyn; she works for some ‘news media online magazine thing’ and makes a lot of money doing it.
  • He’s unsure of Val’s age, but thinks it’s maybe 25 or 26
  • He refers to Brooklyn as ‘home’ (…so what does that make Maple Bay?)
  • Carries a fully-stocked first aid kit in his truck
  • Has an unconventional sense of humor
  • Has a tendency to say exactly what he means…and then pretend like he didn’t mean it
  • Not the most talkative of people, generally speaking
  • Thinks River has an ‘old soul’
  • His wife’s name was Marilyn; she died in an ‘accident’.
  • He has a ‘long, wicked scar across his pecs’ (supposedly from a bike accident with Val)
  • Has a tattoo on his left hand, shaped a little like a compass rose
  • The mention of cannibalism reminded him of the last time he went skiing. (Just another ‘story’?)
  • Claims his leather jacket has been in his family a long time, and that it’s ‘cursed’
  • Seems to have done a lot of thinking about killing someone.  “It’s not just their life, you know.  It’s their hopes and dreams draining away.  Every memory and experience they’ve ever had…gone.”
  • This guy may not look it, but he’s smart!  Knows who Hemingway is, has heard of capybaras, is a classic film buff, knows random Bible verses by heart…
  • Robert’s hands are calloused and covered in little white scars.
  • Got stabbed in Louisiana…or was it Kentucky…?
  • Isn’t a ‘sore loser’
  • Drives a VERY old red pickup truck.
  • House is filled with sleek, modern appliances; a big flat-screen TV; and shelves upon shelves of DVDs

~ Likes/Dislikes Canon ~

  • Has at least a mild interest in sports of some kind and a preferred team that he roots for
  • Likes Paranormal Ice Road Truckers, but isn’t a fan of TV in general
  • Likes war documentaries
  • Doesn’t like small talk
  • Doesn’t like being called Rob (…or Bobert) - ‘buddy’ seems to be okay?
  • Likes to go camping (but hasn’t been after what happened last time)
  • Digs old movies from the 30′s and 40s
  • Takes the creation of movies VERY seriously
  • Likes Tom Waits and Santana
  • Likes to whittle and is pretty good at it
  • Smokes like a chimney (if all the ashtrays in his house are any indication.)
  • Enjoys the Criterion Collection

~ Food/Drink Canon ~

  • Likes whiskey… A LOT - especially shots
  • When it comes to alcohol, rarely takes ‘no’ for an answer
  • Likes white zinfandel because it’s delicious, fruity, and refreshing
  • LOVES pineapple on his pizza
  • Enjoys bar-hopping
  • Thinks Jim and Kim’s is the best bar in town
  • Occasionally hangs out at The Coffee Spoon

~ Sex/Romance Canon ~

  • Talks dirty…very dirty
  • Enjoys leaving hickeys…lots of them
  • Rough enough in bed to leave a person feeling sore and ‘creaky’ afterwards
  • Enjoys biting
  • When his lover says ‘no’ or ‘stop’ he takes it seriously
  • Recognizes that he’s an emotional wreck/emotionally unavailable…and is honest about it

~ Memorable Quotes ~ 

  • “The key to being cool is acting like you don’t care about anything, but actually care very deeply about everything to the point where it’s debilitating.”
  • “Too many people think that they have to fill the dead air with noise.  Personally I think they’re afraid of the silence.  Or they’re afraid of what the other person is gonna think of the silence…learn to be comfortable with silence.”
  • “I respect your opinion.  And I will fight with my life for your right to say it.  But where’s your sense of adventure? Where’s your sense of taste?  Why won’t you love yourself?”
  • “The juciness of the pineapple paired with the tanginess of the sauce is a flavor combination that everyone should experience at least once, if not a thousand times more. Pineapple on pizza is one of the few things in life that I genuinely and thoroughly enjoy.  Please.  Please just do this for me.  No - do this for yourself.”
  • “That popcorn-ass drivel the mass media is shoving down your throat will only make you dumber and sadder.  You of all people should strive for a higher standard in the art you consume.”
  • “Are you kidding me? I would never hit a child.  That would be despicable.”
  • “This is my Thinking Bench.  I have to get a solid two to three hours of brooding per day.  Filling quotas…A lot of people underestimate the senses of a man who broods.”
  • “I’m so many levels of irony deep that I’ve forgotten what humor is.”
  • “I was so busy chasing after all of these things that I thought would make me happy that I didn’t think about anyone else.  All I cared about was myself.”
  • “Maybe I’m just built like this.  Or maybe I do it to myself.  Maybe it’s my own choice I’m as unhappy as I am.”
  • “I’m working on my relationship with existence.”
  • “Long live the king, baby.”
  • “I spent my whole life only taking, and taking, and taking.  And now here I am, an old, broken man sitting on top of a pile of everything I’ve ever taken.  Alone.”
  • “I spent so much time chasing after things I thought were gonna make me happy that I ruined my only real chance at happiness.”
  • “You know, every day for me is a battle against my own self-destructive habits.”

I feel like I need to say something right now, if only because it’s more productive than lying in bed crying and feeling helpless.

Before I begin, I should mention in advance that, due in part to having ADHD, I have genuine difficulty putting my thoughts together in a concise manner, which can lead to very long posts.  I understand if that puts anyone off from reading further, as I’m not even sure I know how to express what I’m feeling right now.

As a person, I was raised to be open-minded.  I’ve never known any other way to be.  I come from a highly LGBT-positive (bisexuality runs on my mother’s side of the family, and my godfather is gay), Democratic family that allowed me to express myself however I wanted, and consume whatever media I wanted (I’ve been watching horror films since I was a toddler, and I’ve been allowed to have facial piercings since age 16, and wear whatever I chose).  My immediate family is comprised of people that have known abuse, and overcome it (rape, CSA, alcoholism).  We have also been familiar with poverty.  The state we live in–where I’ve spent my entire life–had never gone red until this past election.

Having been born in 1983, I was alive through most of the presidency of one of the absolute worst leaders to ever take office: Ronald Reagan.  I lived through both Bush administrations.  I remember the “Satanism Scare”, the original backlash against violent video games, and 90′s “political correctness”.  The AIDS epidemic had barely begun.  PSAs aimed at children did their damndest to try to reverse the fact that drug use had become “fashionable” in the 80′s, and they practically beat us over the head with them during every commercial break while watching our Saturday morning cartoons.  I have seen a lot of bullshit (meaning that I have a lot to compare our current situation to), and always–always–I thought it was from the “bad” guys.  The “other” people, with the “wrong” values.

In less than five years, I’ve come to see that bullshit doesn’t only come from one “side”.  I’ve become disenchanted with the groups I had placed my faith and trust in for most of my life.  I’ve found myself disappointed and irritated with many actions done in the name of the things I believe in.  I feel as though we’ve reached critical mass, and that the people I thought were on my side–the “good guys”–bear more responsibility for it than any of them will ever admit.

Can I just ask when the FUCK so many of us on the left turned into the equivalent of yesterday’s paranoid WASP soccer moms and religious zealots?  When did we become the racists, sexists, and bigots, pretending those labels don’t apply to us just because they’re aimed at “the other” demographics?  And when I say “us” on the left, I’m really not so sure I even want to be here anymore, because it’s become a shamefully toxic and manipulative environment where people actually try to justify threats of death and violence over inane, pointless things that mean fuck all to the world at large.  I sure as hell don’t want to be a “right-winger” (because, remember–I was taught those were the “bad guys”), so where does that leave people like me?  In the mindset of “You’re either with us, or against us”, being fair and objective isn’t allowed.

When Trump became president, our news media and college campuses became rife with cries of “fascism”.  Where?  An overcooked yam in a suit that’s (rightfully) been the center of derision and mockery since he became involved in the election?  THAT’S what’s threatening you??  I’m sorry, have you never read about the shit Reagan pulled?  If you want to know what legitimate fascism is, go talk to someone that lived through Ferdinand Marcos’ rule in the Philippines.

Let’s establish something here: Those neo-Nazis were always here, BUT they had been shamed into hiding.  Suddenly, people were throwing the terms “Nazi” and “fascism” around, and these people started feeling more comfortable.  Those on the left started advocating for violence to combat mere differences of opinion, and white supremacists felt even more comfortable, because they were being shown that their methods were now socially acceptable.

People on the LEFT created the ideal environment for these people to crawl out of the woodwork, and feel like their belief system is validated and justified.  People on the LEFT spouted needless hatred, and gave these political cretins something to point to and say, “See?  We were right all along!”.  People on the LEFT willingly handed them the kind of antisocial behavior they’ve been dreaming of.  

We’re now all experiencing the consequences.  If the Democratic Party had given Bernie Sanders the nomination, he would have steamrolled the election, and you all know it.  Then where would the “fascism” be?  Still hiding.  Cowering.  Not a single soul would be throwing that word around right now.  And no one’s willing to admit that maybe–just maybe–the Democratic candidate we were given could have been the problem.  We’ve created an environment where criticism is not allowed against certain people, which makes it so much easier for our trust to be abused.

And it is being abused.  We are approaching legitimate fascism, and it’s coming from the complete opposite end of the political spectrum.  This is where the careless throwing around of serious terms comes into play, as even the slightest criticism is enough to have a person labeled “alt-right”, or even “a Nazi”.  All this does is make actual neo-Nazis and white supremacists believe they have more company and support than they actually do.  If you’re not ashamed and embarrassed as hell about all of this, then, well…you’re probably not the type that’s even read this far in the first place.

I don’t know what else I can say that I haven’t said in pieces before.  All I can say is that I’ve lost faith in a lot of people.  Nearly ALL people.  And for someone that used to be very cheerful and social, I feel as though a part of me has been taken away.  Many of us are forced to be distrustful, even when we’ve nothing to hide.  When the bar for what is deemed “socially unacceptable” keeps being lowered, how long before it reaches you?  And when will the limit end on what we consider “hate speech”?  When you turn valid criticism against needless violence into “hate speech”, how long before it reaches those “vent posts” and “critical” blogs?  Because I’ve legit seen someone use the term “hate crime” because someone else didn’t ship the same two fictional video game characters together, and if you think those things are comparable, you are completely proving my point.

Royalty : Conor Maynard Smut

requested by @iwanttoleavethisworld​ :)

“Change the song Joe!” Caspar asked as some slow song started playing throughout Joe’s apartment.

You were spending your Friday night with your friends, all chilling at Joe’s. It was you, Joe, Caspar, Jack, Conor, Josh and a few girls that Jack and Joe had invited. The night consisted of music, alcohol and lots of drinking games.

The time now was around 1am and everyone was pretty drunk, including you. Looking around the room, you noticed everyone was lacking energy now. Jack was sat with a girl, whispering in her ear which made her laugh. Conor was sat on a chair near the TV, Joe had bought some more chairs down so that everyone could sit down.

As you watched Conor take a sip of his wine, you sighed. He was so attractive, you both fucked on a regular basis but it was never anything more. The worst thing was that he always ignored you in front of the boys, they all guessed that you two didn’t really get along. Conor made you so angry, he really did, but also so horny at the same time.

Conor’s face lit up as Joe changed the song. It was his own song, Royalty - you instantly recognised it.

“Cor, get this shit off!” Jack said, making everyone laugh.

“Let him have his moment, Jack. Filming the music video for this was the closest Conor’s ever been to a lap dance.” Joe snorted.

“Is that actually true, Conor?” Caspar asked seriously.

Conor instantly froze, and so did you.

“Um… No.” He ran a hand through his hair.

“When the hell have you had a lap dance?” Jack asked in disbelief.

You started to feel a bit embarrassed so you just looked down at your drink, stirring it with the straw. Everyone was slurring their words, due to the amount of alcohol that had been consumed tonight.

“I had one once before sex. Conor shrugged, trying to get Jack off his back.

“Bullshit. Who would give you a lap dance?” Jack shook his head.

“Yeah, prove it Conor.” Josh added.

There was a moment of silence before you heard your name leave Conor’s lips, making your heart beat super fast. Looking up, your eyes met his.

“It’s true.” You said quickly to the boys.

“How would you kn- Wait… You two?” Jack quickly figured it out.

“Holy shit!” Caspar said excitedly.

“Y/N giving Conor a lap dance, damn, that is something i’d love to see.” Joe announced with drooped eyes. The alcohol was talking.

You felt a little awkward, and so you looked back at Conor. He was staring at you with pleading eyes. You instantly knew what he wanted. Looking over to Joe, you nodded, hoping that he would clock on.

Standing up, you felt the alcohol take over your body as you pulled your skirt off, leaving you in just a shirt, bra and underwear.

“Start the song from the beginning.” You told Joe as you walked over to Conor.

Everyone began to cheer as the song replayed and you placed your hands on Conor’s shoulders.

You took Conor’s drink out of his hands and placed it on the side before swaying your hips to the music in front of him. Conor opened his legs and you stepped closer to him, moving your hips as sexily as you could.

Due to the fact that you were a dancer, you knew what you were doing. And due to the fact you have been with Conor many times, you knew how to drive him crazy.

“This is so hot.” You heard Joe. Everyone else was shouting things but due to the music you could only hear Joe as he was the closest.

Conor’s eyes never left your moving body, he sat back and let you do your thing. You moved your hands all over your body, up to your hair and down your body slowly.

Turning around, you moved your ass sexily in front of Conor. He always told you how much he loved your ass, and as you moved you felt his hand make contact with the bare skin with a slap. This turned you on so much as everyone let out woo’s.

As you turned around, you pulled your top over your head revealing your new matching set of underwear. You felt sexy. As you looked down at Conor, you could tell he was majorly turned on right now as he looked up at you with lust in his eyes.

Shifting onto him, he instantly held you by your ass, pulling you closer to him. As soon as you came into contact with his clothed crotch, Conor grunted.

Everyone was cheering in the background, encouraging you.

You grinned at Conor’s reaction to you. You circled your hips, rocking back and forth to the beat of the song as your gripped his shoulders. You pushed your core deeper onto his crotch, feeling the hardening member underneath - you had to bite your lip to try and hold in a moan. You grinded on him hard, opening your legs a bit wider every time you pushed your hips.

Conor looked down at your breasts, licking his lips. You knew he wanted you. Bad. As you continued to moved your hips onto his body, you realised everyone had gone fairly silent.

As you looked over your shoulder, you noticed Jack had a girl on his lap, kissing her hungrily. Josh was in a similar situation as he was now too busy with a girl. Joe and Caspar were still watching, smirks on their faces and bulges in their trousers.

“I really want to fuck you. Here.” Conor growled at you as the song came to and end.

Your hands went to your back, unclipping your bra and throwing it to the ground. You were very aware that you were getting naked in front of Conor’s friends but the thought of being fucked in front of people was turning you on more than ever.

“Please do.” You moaned at Conor’s words, your fingers unbuttoning the white shirt Conor was wearing.

You pushed the shirt off his shoulders. He looked so fucking hot right now. You were soaked and your core was aching for him.

“Y/N.” Conor squeaked as you continued to grind against him. “Please, I need to be inside of you.”

You knew what he needed. As quickly as you could, you moved your underwear to the side as Conor unzipped his trousers, reaching in to pull out his hard length. You both weren’t even thinking about the other people in the room that were watching, just too turned on by each other.

Conor let his cock free and your mouth watered as you looked down at it. Shifting a bit, you sank down onto him - hissing at the way it filled you up as much. He groaned, and shoved his hips up, making you swallow his whole cock in a quick thrust. You gripped onto Conor’s shoulders, throwing your head back as you let out a loud moan.

You noticed that the song now playing was now black beatles, and oddly it worked. Conor’s eyes slowly scanned over your body and as his eyes met with your thighs, his face dropped.

You realised what it was - your scars. You didn’t want Conor to see those at all. You did the first thing that came into your mind and crashed your lips against his.

He kissed you back slowly, with passion. He gripped your hips as he pulled away.

“Y/N, you’re beautiful. All of you.” He whispered as your foreheads rested together.

You almost did it. You almost admitted your feelings for him in that moment. The words ‘I love you’ almost left your lips - but they didn’t.

Conor then placed his hands behind his head, resting against the chair and you obeyed. You moved your hips, sliding them in and out, the tip of his cock in just before pushing yourself down to swallow his girth.

“God…” He breathed out, his hands coming forward, wanting to grip on something - anything. You guided his hands to place them on your breasts and he instantly gripped onto them, massaging and attaching his mouth to one of your nipples.

The sensation caused you to moan out.

“Oh, Conor…”

“Go faster, baby.” He panted as he pulled away.

Your hips slammed on his groin fast, but sharp. His cock was poking your g-spot and you clawed his chest as he threw his head back in a moan. Conor thrusted up, so that his whole tip can hit directly at your g-spot, and your hands gripped onto his shoulders.

He was coated in a layer of sweat, as well as the other boys were but you didn’t even notice them. You felt his release coming close. He twitched in you, and you rode him faster, wanting your release as well. After a few more thrusts, you exploded onto him, triggering his own release.

He held your hips, thrusting up, burying himself deep into you. As Conor released, he groaned and moaned out your name for all of the boys to hear.

When you both were finished, you wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you into him as you both caught you breaths.

When you finally got off of him, you turned around to see something you would have never thought would happen. Jack was in the same position you and Conor were in just moments ago, a girl was on top of him riding his bare cock. Josh was still staring at you with hooded eyes as a girl had a hand in his boxers, pumping at his length.

Joe was nowhere to be seen but Caspar was in the same place, his cock out for everyone to see as he pleasured himself with his hand and the sight of you.

“Fucking hell, Y/N, look what you did to our friends.” Conor laughed as he pinched your ass.

-

The next morning

When you walked into Joe’s kitchen the next morning, you were beyond nervous.

“Here she is!” Jack announced as you walked in, wearing Conor’s button-up shirt that you had wore to bed last night.

Everyone’s eyes went to you but they were all smiling. Conor was sat on a stool, his eyes going up and down your body as he admired the sight of you in his shirt.

“Come here, babe.” Conor shift on the stool and held his arms out to you.

As you walked over to him, he pulled you in for a hug.

“Y/N we’ve all agreed not to bring up last night ever again.” Joe told you, sipping from his mug.

“Good.” You replied, staying close to Conor.

“Although, we all also agreed that we’d all love to fuck you too.” Caspar added, making your cheeks flush.

“I don’t think so.” Conor shook his head, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Rocket- Tom Holland x Reader Imagine

Y/N- Your name
Y/L/N- Your last name

Warnings: I don’t know if this qualifies as like soft smut or not but maybe a lil. Sexual themes? Idfk.

After an intensive day of filming on the sequel to Spider-Man: Homecoming, it was agreed amongst the cast that you all deserved a nice dinner out. While Jacob and Tom were finishing up a scene Tony, Laura, Zendaya and yourself were kicking back in Toms trailer as it was the biggest. ‘Biggest trailer for the biggest ego’ Zendaya would always joke.

And she wasn’t joking, about the size of the trailer. It was like a small apartment. As you entered there was a modular lounge to the left, a fully stocked kitchen to the right. In the bathroom there was a shower and a bath with jetts. There was a double bed in a compact bedroom at the back. Seeing as it was the most accomodating of everyone’s trailers everyone would usually hang out in there.

‘This scene is taking a long time hey?’ Zendaya questioned.

Sitting on one of the bean bags, you turned around to face Zendaya, Laura and Tony who were sitting on the lounge.

‘Yeah it’s 6:55 now. I made the reservation at Downtown for 7.’ you replied.

‘They better get a damn move on I’m hungry man.’ Tony complained.

On Tony’s last word, the trailer door flew open and Tom rushed in followed by Jacob. Tom immediately started removing his last costume- a simple blue sweatshirt and a pair of black jeans- regardless of the fact that everyone was watching.

‘We’re sorry, they had trouble with the wires so we had to wait till they could get new ones in. How long do we have to get to the restaurant?’ Tom inquired.

‘About 30 seconds’ Laura stated, slightly disappointed.

‘Shit, sorry guys. Would they hold the reservation if we were 20 minutes late?’ Jacob asked.

'I don’t know, Y/N made the booking. Would they hold it Y/N?’ Zendaya asked you. You barely heard or noticed any of this exchange as your eyes were focused on Tom the whole time. The cast had become close over the time they had known each other so it wasn’t abnormal to catch each other changing every now and then. That didn’t stop you getting overly distracted by the fact that Tom was standing directly in front of in nothing but his red plaid boxers and black socks. You sneaked a geez up and down his torso, disgustingly toned and defined as it was. Daydreaming about how his the soft skin of his chest would feel against your fingertips you didn’t realise that everyone was waiting from an answer from you.

Laura however had noticed exactly what was holding your gaze ever so perfectly. Nudging you gently in the shoulder. 'Y/N? The reservation?’

You had been flung back into reality much to your dismay. 'What about it?’

Laura gave you an eye as if to say 'I know what you were up to.’

'Would they hold it if we were a bit late?’ Tony asked, now frustrated from hunger.

'Uh no. They’re really strict with reservation times.’ you confirmed.

Now clothed in a pair of blue jeans, a tight black t shirt that complimented his arms tremendously, and his old brown boots, Tom chimed in.

'Y/N darling I’m really sorry. I know you went to a lot of effort to get that booking.’

-

You and Tom became quite close during filming. Both fresh to the industry you and Tom bonded over the new experiences and exposure you were both getting. Coffee dates to run through lines was a common thing for you to do together, by you were careful to never call them dates in front of him. You didn’t want him to know you wanted him as more than just a friend.

Admittedly you had often thought about what it would be like to straddle his lap. To pull his shirt off over his head feeling every muscle it grazed against. Inhale the scent of him you found so much comfort in. However, both of you being up and coming actors, it wasn’t a good to get involved with each other. The media could tear down relationships and quickly.

-

'Did you guys just want to come to mine? I’ve got the barbecue, there’s beer. We can have a cook up?’ Tom suggested.

Happy that plans had been redeemed although slightly changed, everyone agreed and made there way to the parking lot.

'Who’s going in who’s car?’ Zendaya questioned.

Laura stepped in quickly. 'Jacob and Tony and I can come with you? Yeah? And uh, Y/N can go with Tom?’ Laura looked at you with a sly smirk on her face.

'Sounds good to me’ Tom said happily.

“Aight. Meet you guys there.’ Zendaya said as everyone hopped into the two cars.

As the other car sped off, Tom began to follow. The air conditioning in the car was blasting which made you shiver slightly.

'Are you cold?’ Tom asked you.

'Just a little.’

'Sorry love’. He turned the air conditioning off.

'You could have left it on. I don’t mind.’

'Can’t have my girl getting a cold can we.’

My girl? What the fuck? Did this little bitch just called you my girl.? You assumed you were having a delightful dream so you remained silent looking out the window.

'Uh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean my girl as you’re MINE yanno, to own or anything’ Tom began awkwardly. 'Because you’re not an object. I just meant as like my friend. Cos we’re uh just friends. And you’re a girl’.

'Tom it’s okay.’ you forced a laugh to lighten the mood, slightly disappointed by the mention of the 'F’ word.

'Did you wanna put your music on?’

'Yeah sure.’ You grabbed your phone out of your purse and plugged in the AUX cord. Going through your music you hastily put your general playlist on shuffle.

“Let me sit this ass on you

Show you how I feel

Let me take this off

Will you watch me?”

Suddenly the tension in the air, turned to sexual tension. You heard Tom clear his throat and start focusing even more on where his hands should be sitting on the steering wheel. You however were having an existential crisis. You could leave the innuendo ridden song on and live through it, or skip it but have him know that you it made you feel awkward and nervous. What to fuckin do?

“That’s mass appeal

Don’t take your eyes

Don’t take your eyes off it

Watch it, babe

If you like you can touch it, baby

Do you, do you wanna touch it, baby?”

After what seemed like a million years later you pulled into the driveway of Tom’s Atlanta house. Taking the AUX cord out of your phone, you rushed out of the car, and down the side of the house out to the back patio you had been to so many times before. Tom walking behind you, you pulled up a garden chair to sit with everyone else who had already helped themselves to Tom’s fridge clearly.

'I see you guys found the beer perfectly well then’ Tom said dropping his keys on the outdoor table.

'We did man, so grateful. Truly.’ Jacob complimented jokingly.

'Uh huh, sure bud.’

Tony and Laura came out through the screen door with sausages and buns in hand.

'Let’s get this shit going!’ Tony cheered, throwing the sausages onto the flaming barbecue.

'Yes Ton! Music though, we need music.’ Zendaya added making her way to the speaker.

'Y/N has some decent music’ Tom said suggestively. He looked at you biting his lip slightly. You glared back at him. What was he getting at?

'Did you wanna put yours on Y/N?’ Zendaya asked you.

'Uh yeah, here you go.’ You passed her your phone.

Scrolling through your playlist Zendaya was pleased with what she saw. Starting out with a random RnB song, you had a sip of your beer, relaxing as best you could.

-

Hours passed, the party had moved inside after it started raining and an excess of alcohol was consumed. Jacob had gone home earlier because he had an interview early the next morning. You had ordered Tony an uber home after he managed to throw up in a pot plant. Tom was now sprawled out on his couch, back against the arm rest. Zendaya and Laura sat against the bottom of the couch in a conversation of their own.

You could handle a few drinks, so you were tipsy at the most. You sat at the opposite end of the couch that Tom sat at. Your legs stretched out, leaning carefully against the side of his hip.

'This has been a good night guys. It was no Downtown five class meal but it was a good night. I’m glad I got to spend it with you guys.’ you said cheerfully.

'It’s been dope. Laura and I were thinking, we should go to a club. It’s only 1 o'clock, the night is still young man.’ Zendaya chimed, turning to face you and Tom.

'Yeah let’s go! It’ll be good! Laura added.

'I think I’m just gonna go home soon. I’m kind of tired. ’ you replied.

'Yeah uh, I wanna get some sleep in, you guys go though. Have fun!’ Tom agreed.

'Alright then. Well our Uber’s pulling up now’ Zendaya informed.

'See you guys later, thanks for havin us Tom’ Laura yelled. 'Later you two!’ Zendaya added, with what you thought was a wink.

As the two girls closed the back door behind them Tom smiled at you. 'So it’s just us now then.’

'Looks like it baby boy.’ you replied, maybe a little drunker than you thought you were. You shifted so your feet sat on his upper thigh.

'What did you call me love?’ Tom asked you, amused.

'I called you baby boy. If I’m your girl, your my baby boy. My tommy boyyy.’ You were definitely smashed.

Tom sat up holding your legs on his knees. 'I’m your boy then am I?’ he had your eyes locked on his now and he wasn’t losing them any time soon. You could taste his breath on yours he was so close.

He unexpectedly started running his hand up the side of your leg, moving slower and slower as he got further up your thigh. His hair was in the curls you loved so much, and as he moved in further to meet your face you gained a little confidence, taking your hand through the curls just at the nape of his neck.

'This is good. I like this’ you said looking through your lashes into his deep brown eyes. Placing you only your back, Tom parted your legs, crawling through to place his head above yours. Resting his hand under the back of your neck to support you his lips connected with yours.

His lips slid down further, dragging steadily down your neck. Your hands had slid down out of his hair and to the hem of his shirt where they now crept around the plane of his back. You felt every muscle as they flexed with his movements.

Placing tender kisses along your collarbone and supporting your back Tom pulled you up onto his lap. You kissed his cheeks and his shoulders making his eyes rolls back.

You gained more and more confidence as he took his shirt over his head revealing his fascinating torso.

'Let me dance for you.’ you whispered in his ear. ’

'What are you talking about darling?’ he mumbled pulling back a little to look at you.

You crept up off his lap, sauntering over to the free space in the middle of the lounge room. You could stand up straight but admittedly you felt like you were gonna fall head first into the coffee table. You looked him in the eye and began to peel your shirt over you head as seductively as possible.

'Let me sit this ass on you

Show you how I feel

Let me take this off

Will you watch me?’

You sang as you winked at him. Tom’s smile grew wider and wider as he sat back to take all of you in. You walked slowly back over to him you lifted his chin with your finger, throwing a leg either side of his lap once again.

'That’s mass appeal

Don’t take your eyes

Don’t take your eyes off it

Watch it, babe

If you like you can touch it, baby’

You took his hands and placed them on your hips, giving him silent permission to roam your body.

'You keep surprising me everyday Y/N Y/L/N’.

'I’m glad I do’. You kissed him, biting his bottom lip. He moved his lips down to the top of your chest, and you pulled him closer, not wanting to let him go any time soon.

'Yeah so um, Laura forget her purse.’ you had from what sounded like Zendaya’s voice. Both you and Tom turned spun your heads towards the door to find both Laura and Zendaya.

'I did! I really did, and uh, I’m just gonna grab that quickly’ Laura said with a giggle picking her purse up off the coffee table.

Mortified was an understatement. You quickly threw yourself up from you former position hustling to find your shirt on the ground. Tom had grabbed a pillow covering his lower torso for reasons that were implied.

'We were just talking. We weren’t like DOING anything, um, that wasn’t what you probably think it was.’ you said defending yourself in the midst of the most unfortunate moment.

'Hey! What happened to me being your baby boy?’ Tom inquired with a smirk.

Zendaya and Laura both looked at you with raised eyebrows. You had been caught, in one of the most joyous moments of your life.

'Well uh, Z I think uh we should get going. You think?’ Laura said enthusiastically.

'Yeah. We’ll see you two tomorrow’ Zendaya grinned at you in praise.

As the two girls left Tom turned back to you, pulling you by your hand back towards him.

'Now where were we darling?’

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I am so aware that this is shit but I spent ages on it so whatever. Let me know if you enjoyed it 😘

Armed Detective Agency Off-Set

Atsushi- Atsushi’s personality takes almost a complete 180 off set. He’s quirky, fun and loud. He finds his outfit kind of annoying to deal with because the belt keeps smacking him in the ass and legs when he’s filming. He also thinks he looks kinda like a hobo, even if that is the point of his getup. The hardest part in filming was trying to keep a straight face as Akutagawa spit out the word ‘Jinko’ because of the strange accents he would do. Atsushi is crazy dedicated to filming and is always seen with his script in hand. But, just like the Show Atsushi, they’re both kind to everyone, although irl Atsushi likes to joke around a lot more. When they were filming the Chazuke part in the beginning, he couldn’t finish it all, so the crew teamed up to help him.

Dazai- Dazai is so extra that he refuses to take off his costume until the set is actually closing, and even then, it takes five people to shove him into a change room. He’s really cheeky and mischievous to people that he’s comfortable with, but the entire crew can tell you that he kept to himself for the first two weeks because he was really shy. He’s a crazy good singer, but the only person he sings seriously for is Chuuya. They aren’t officially dating, but everyone knows that he will eventually.He’s pretty good at keeping in his alcohol too. Also, Dazai is the king of pranks. He once switched out everyone’s scripts for the Bee Movie script (even Asagiri’s). Dazai also acted like Yenpress Dazai for a week, driving everyone insane. A not-so-funny prank ended up with him in the hospital after accidentally hanging himself as a joke. The wiring was faulty and he was choking for a good 20 seconds before Yosano panicked and said that it was indeed real. There’s at least one crew member watching Dazai’s actions from that scare.

Side note: The entire crew once played ‘Never Have I Ever’ without Dazai there for fun and accidentally found out that everyone has had a crush on Dazai at least once from the entire time they worked with him. They all vow to keep it a secret (although Chuuya is slightly jealous, he would never admit it) They can’t help it, he’s really charming. 

Fukuzawa- He’s the most like his character than anyone on the set (excluding several other members). But… he’s actually semi-allergic to cats, which kills him inside because he loves animals. He, Hirotsu and Mori are always seen together talking about politics and other things that most of them don’t care about. Fukuzawa is great friends with everyone and is in charge of making sure the studio doesn’t burn down from everyone’s shenanigans

Ranpo- He’s not as lazy as everyone thinks. The guy goes for an hour runs before filming begins because he knows the amount of food he’s going to consume is ridiculous. Ranpo sometimes kidnaps Carl to freak Poe out, which sometimes leads into really loud bickering. He can be found helping with the cameras/filming or reading a book in the corner while blasting rap music from his headphones. He’s also brilliant at chess and graduated early. Ranpo has never found a job he actually likes until he became and actor on BSD

Yosano- Still Queen off and on set. She and Kouyou are best friends, but everyone has been trying to get them together since the production began. Yosano and Ranpo had a slight fling back then, but are still pretty great friends. Because she plays someone with medical knowledge, she does actually have training so everyone goes to her when they have an injury. She also really adores kids and always gives candy to Kyouka, Yumeno and Kenji (and Oda’s kids, but they’re rarely around)

Kunikida- He’s actually pretty laid back off the set and is always willing to give advice. Dazai’s antics have worn onto him, and is sometimes seen helping him out with pranks and such. Kunikida thinks his character is ridiculously uptight, but the crew has already placed bets as to when he’ll discover that some of the behaviours are coming off the screen and into his own life. He’s known to tie with Dazai and Chuuya when having drinking competitions.

Haruno- She’s Naomi’s stylist and helps out in the set and crew when she’s not on-screen. She’s surprisingly handy with technology and constantly wonders how she puts up with all the weirdness on and off set. Haruno loves them all though

Tanizaki Siblings-  Tanizaki siblings love each other, but not that much. The whole incest thing wasn’t really their choice. Junichiiro believes his outfit is pretty similar to how he dresses, but Naomi finds it kind of gross and wants to change his style. She constantly goes to Kouyou to get fashion advice  and drags Haruno, who is her designated stylist to go with her. She finds wearing her school uniform slightly convenient because she has to rush there after filming anyways. Junichiiro is always roped into zooming through traffic on his motorcycle to get her there on time. They are also designated to get coffee each morning because everyone has given up on Dazai getting it for them.

Kenji- No matter what his role is in the show, he is most definitely not a farmer’s boy. If anything, he’s the most corrupt 14 year old any of them had met. His mind has surpassed the gutter and currently lives in the 9th circle of meme hell. Everyone wonders what happened to him. Regardless, he’s still pretty sweet and loves to cause chaos on the set. He’s also quite a charmer and has a small crush on Kyouka, leaving a small love triangle between them and Yumeno. The entire team is divided between the two boys and some of them *cough (Kunikida and Haruno) wonder why their lives aren’t as cute as theirs is. Kenji is also crazy smart and sassy af.

Kyouka- Everyone adores Kyouka so much. She’s the princess around the set and you can see Chuuya and Kouyou absolutely spoiling her. Her personality also takes a big turn. She’s not into cutesy things at all, at least that’s what she said when everyone gave her giant Dango pillows, but unbeknownst to them, she still has them in her room. Her pigtails feel childish to her and she finds it annoying every time Kenjii flicks them like reins. She’s extremely sassy and knowledgeable about the relationships between everyone on set. People constantly watch their back, but she’s like the black market dealer for secrets, no one knows how she does it. Kyouka comes from a rich family, but because of that, she’s homeschooled, so everyone tries to pitch in and make her life fun to make up for all that she’s missing. Also, Kyouka hates the phone around her neck in the show; more than once they’ve had to refilm a part because one of her 5 cellphones go off in the middle of a recording. Normally it’s one of her online friends or a recording studio asking her to come to a cover for them.

anonymous asked:

Bellarke: actors in a soap opera with so many plot holes and things that could never happen realistically

thanks for the prompt, I hope you enjoy!! ao3


“How dare you.”

Bellamy looks up with a grin as his dressing room door crashes loudly against the wall. “I see you’ve read the script.”

Clarke falls across his couch like a swooning southern belle, one hand to her forehead.

“After all we’ve been through, Bellamy. I can’t believe you would father one of my own sister’s twins.”

“Just one of the twins,” he points out, spinning his chair to face her. “Because that’s biologically possible.”

“That doesn’t make it better,” she sniffs, but her expression cracks into a smile when she looks over at him.

This is why Clarke is his favorite person on set. She, somehow unlike the rest of their cast, is aware of just how ridiculous their show actually is.

Which is part of why he likes it, honestly. He got into acting because there didn’t seem like much of a downside– if he didn’t get regular work, it was something he could fit around his patchwork schedule of minimum wage positions, and if he did get something more steady, it seemed like it would pay a lot more than Starbucks.

He never set out to be a serious actor, hence why he had no reservations about going out for any job, from voicing a squirrel in a Geico commercial to, yes, soap operas. He took the job because it gave him enough hours to get health insurance from the SAG. But ask him why he looks forward to going in to work every day, and he’d have to try really hard not to mention Clarke Griffin.

“Really?” He asks now, propping his feet up on her thigh. “It wouldn’t be worse if I was the father of both her twins?”

“You slept with her even after I saved your life.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten hypothermia if you hadn’t pushed me down that well in the first place!”

“I was possessed by my dead lover’s ghost,” she says, fighting a smile. “It was really traumatic for me.”

“For you,” he mutters. “Which one of us had to spend six hours in cold water?”

“I thought it was twelve.”

“I’m not talking about Antonio. I’m talking about me, Bellamy. They couldn’t even make it warm water?”

“They were going for realism,” she says, patting his ankle patronizingly.

“Yeah, realism is really important to this show,” he snorts. “Realistically, I doubt I would have taken my shirt off if I was hypothermic.”

“It was wet, it wasn’t keeping you warm,” Clarke points out, finally letting herself smile. “Besides, if you’re going to die, might as well go out looking hot.”

“Oh, you think I’m hot?” He teases, nudging her in her most ticklish spot with his foot.

She yelps and swats at it. “You were shirtless and ripped and wet. Yeah, I think that’ll do it for me.”

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Garish Room #28 [2017 ver. member A to Z case of Aoi] part 1

- Actor (favorite actor / actress, own acting ability)

Aoi: If I name, for example, Satomi Ishihara, it will be a little strange, huh? *laughs* She is very pretty, and her acting is quite good. The Doramas with her are very interesting. Next, if we’re talking about actors… This year I first watched all the releases of the “Taiga” series.  [*Big River" is a long historical series, which shows NHK throughout the year. It has been broadcast since 1963]. Initially, I thought that I’d only watch the first three episodes, but it turned out to be so interesting that I was seized by this. In this regard, I believe that Kusakari Masao is the best among the actors.  He’s insanely cool.  I even thought that I want to become as magnanimous as he is.  What about my acting?  It’s no good. To be yourself and completely reincarnate in someone else is two huge differences. 

- Baby (do you often behave like a child)

Aoi: I often think about it. So honestly I can’t say “yes”. From time to time, I really want to intervene into someone’s conversation with emotional words like: “Eh? Why?” And this is very childish. * laughs * And I often think to myself “Oh, it’s so awkward.”  But there’s nothing to be done about it, because I have such a character.  I realized this already when I arrived in Tokyo. The people of Kanto region don’t understand my jokes at all. *laughs* Hmm, maybe nobody at home could understand me too. * laughs*  Sometimes, others say: “You are unbearable”, but in fact, even then the ambience around me is very pleasant.  But, even if they don’t fully understand these jokes, then parry with words like “Okay, okay, it’s alright” or “Hey man, what makes you so angry?”.

- Christmas (memories of christmas) 

Aoi:  Nothing special. Everything is too ordinary, and there is nothing to tell.

- Danger (it was dangerous!)

Aoi:  In early December, I was poisoned for the first time by oysters. Despite the fact that I really like oysters, I thought I would die. I heard that such a poisoning is terrible, but it was really terrible. At first I thought, “How can It fever from poisoning?”, but then I thought, “What if this is the moment of my death?”. *laughs*  Somehow I reconciled to this,  my body was weak, and I thought that this is how death comes. And, then, during the tour, I was struggling to think about life as much as possible. After all, they [* about Shinigami?] come unexpectedly, don’t they?

- Emergency (things you think you need to do now, as soon as possible) 

Aoi:  General cleaning. Anyway if I don’t clean the bathroom, I won’t be happy. If we talk about cleaning in the bathroom, it needs to be done throughout the year, so then you don’t need to polish it to shine. But even if I do this, I still have to clear the drains several times during the year. And if I do not do it at once, I will have to do this for a year, for my health. It’ll seem to me that everything bad is still in my body. So I must do this as soon as possible.  Therefore, by the end of the year (2016), my plans must be implemented. Probably I will do it right tomorrow. *laughs*

- Fashion (preferences in style)

Aoi:  No preference. The other day, I went out with a backpack from the collection of our goods. And since I never wore this backpack on my shoulders, so I put it to put on wild. When Ruki saw this, he only said, “This is wrong way”. So I looked like a Yankee who carried a backpack on elongated straps. * laughs * But in fact, I have no interest to such a fashion. *laughs *

- Ghibli (Ghibli’s favorite works)

Aoi:  I prefer the works of Pixar. Therefore … I can not single out anything *laughs* 

- Health (what do you pay special attention in the field of health)

Aoi:  Every day I drank up to two cans of beer. The first thirteen years in the group I was constantly slightly drunk, and because of this, I began to gain of weight. Therefore, now I don’t eat in the evenings and have reduced the volume of consumed alcohol. And I’m glad with the fact that I started taking care of my health. I stopped drinking and overeating.

- Immorality (about treasons, which became a hot topic in 2016) 

Aoi:  I do not think about people who think that it’s worth it. Apparently, they can afford such a way of life. Perhaps this is related to money. But … all this is not good, right?  But even on television, everyone does it.  And they do not limit themselves in anything.  If this is true, then I would prefer to watch only local news and reviews on seasonal food.

- Junk (unnecessary things at home)

Aoi:  Cables? *laughs*  After I stop using them, I don’t throw them away, so there are a lot of in the bag.  And although I don’t use them for anything anymore… I do not understand how I can take them and throw away.  They are all called “What kind of adapter is this?”.

- Kimi no Na Wa (the film “Your name”)

Aoi:  Of course I didn’t watch… Since the cross-promotion of soundtracks, with the help of active advertising and various advertising  cooperations, in all available ways they get such a hit. This how I can explain the growing popularity of this story.

- Love (the importance that love occupies in your life)

Aoi:  It takes about 2% of my entire life. What is called love is the need to share your time with someone else, right? I love only one person. [* himself? LOL]


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as always thx for reading and sorry for mistakes ^^

“Feelings” Rick Grimes x Reader

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Rick Grimes x Reader

Summary: You grew up with Rick as a child, and are in his group now during the apocalypse. Once you settle in Alexandria, feelings for him arise.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, drunkenness, unprotected sex 

Originally posted by twdgirlx

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Going from fending for yourselves, struggling for survival, to living in Alexandria was a hard change for you. Sure, it was nice- you were experiencing things you thought you would never have again. Running water, electricity, video games for god’s sake. But to you, it didn’t seem real. This little world everyone was living in seemed fake, like it shouldn’t exist while the world was the way it was. But after a few months, you started to adjust and feel comfortable.

One things that came with comfortability and stability was feelings arising back up that you didn’t know you could feel again. Love. Specifically, love for one certain person.

Rick. The seemingly off-limits leader who had saved your ass more times than you can count.

You had grown up with Rick. Your parents were best friends, causing you two to be together more often than the two of you sometimes wanted. In elementary school, your moms had discovered that you two would be in the same class for second grade. They were so thrilled, but you were unfortunately not. You still thought that boys had cooties at that point. Rick would try to talk to you in class, but you ignored him the whole time, making your mom yell at you for “making him cry.”

In junior high, you two went to different schools, but still saw each other frequently. You didn’t consider yourselves friends, but you were friendly enough. If you’d be over at the Grimes’ house or vice versa, you’d hang out together.

High school was when your friendship really started to bloom. You two had several classes together as your little town only had one high school, and you didn’t have many friends. You were eating by yourself one day at lunch when he took a seat next to you, making all of his friends (including Shane) and girlfriend complain that he wasn’t with them.

“Forget them.” He had smiled at you. Ever since that moment freshman year, you two were the best of friends. You hung out almost every day, and at one point you liked him but never said anything in fear of destroying your friendship.

Once you two were in college, the friendship faded. You had wanted to get out Georgia, explore a different state for college, but he wanted to stay there. You tried at first to keep in touch but by the time had graduated university, you two hadn’t talked in almost a year. When you came home, he was married to Lori already and you didn’t really make an effort to see each other. You weren’t jealous- Lori seemed like a good woman, and you had lost all feelings for him at that point.

Rick and you didn’t see each other again until he showed up at the camp outside Atlanta that day years ago. You had been in their group, and when he saw you, he didn’t say anything. He treated you like he didn’t know you. It hurt, but you didn’t let it affect you for too long. He had a wife and kid to think about, plus being the leader of our group. That was a lot of responsibility.

At the Alexandria welcoming party, you looked good. You know you did, and you enjoyed that. You had spent so long looking dirty and gross. Being in a new dress (new to you, at least), with your makeup and hair done, you felt like your old self. You felt beautiful.

When Rick saw you that night, he couldn’t stop smiling at you.

“Something funny?” You had walked over to him, sipping on your champagne.

“Nah,” He shook his head. “Just feels like the old days, that’s all.”

Now that your group was settled and things had cooled off, you started to spend more time with Rick. He would take you on runs with him, have you over to help with Judith, or just to eat dinner with them. You guys didn’t talk about your past much, but you knew that wasn’t personal. Nobody liked to reminisce about what they had. It makes this life too depressing.

But spending all that time with Rick was getting to you. When you would see him, butterflies would arise in your stomach. He was a beautiful man alright, but a part of you felt like you were stupid for thinking of him that way. Not only was he the leader, the most powerful man of your group- which put this unattainable stigma around him- but he was also your friend. If he had any type of feelings towards you, you thought that by now he would have let you know. But he never put out any type of clue, so you kept your recently rediscovered feelings for him to yourself.

“Can I come over after dinner? I gotta talk to you about the run I’m sending you and Daryl on tomorrow.” Rick had approached you as you were keeping patrol of the walls.

“Sure.”

“You should put some sunscreen on. It’s hot out here.” He frowned, looking at you in your eyes.

“I think I’ll be ok.” You laughed.

“You’ll get burnt and then complain.”

“Rick, I’ve learned to keep my complaints to myself. I’m not sixteen anymore. Besides, the sun will be down before too long. Thank you for the suggestion, though.”

He looked like he wanted to say more, but shut his mouth and walked away. You couldn’t help but watch him as he walked away. He’s wearing that one white shirt that you love on him so much, and dark jeans. He still looks just as good as he used to, maybe better; He seemed to only get more attractive the older he got.

“You’re starin’ at Rick like he’s a piece of cake.” Maggie appeared out, using her hand to wipe sweat off her forehead.

“I was not.” You scoffed.

“Whatever you say.” Maggie always seemed to know everything. This comes at the price of being what you would consider her best friend, so you don’t mind. You haven’t told her about your feelings for Rick, but you know she knows. “I’m just here to relieve you of your patrol duties. Nightshift and all.”

“Awesome, thank ‘ya. Wear some sunscreen.” You teased. She looked at you confused, not getting the joke. You laughed and walked away, heading to your house.

You hop in the shower, washing off all the sweat that was sticking to your skin. As cliché as this sounds, showering was one of the things you missed most. The warm water running down your back as you clean yourself off- it’s relaxing to you.

You turn off the shower and put on more comfortable clothing, which consisted of pajama shorts and a tank top. It was too hot to wear much else.

Just as you were about to start brushing out your hair, you hear a knock on your door. You shuffle out of the bathroom and see Rick standing outside, hand on his hip. This his usual stance but it makes you laugh every time you see it.

“Hey stranger.” You open the door. “I thought you were coming after dinner?”

“I had free time now.” He explained. You opened the door wider to let him in. Unbeknownst to you, when he saw you in that tight tank top and short, with your wet hair cascading down your shoulders, his eyes about popped out his head.

“I was about to start cooking, actually, if you want to just eat here.” You offer, him following you into the kitchen.

“Alright.”

“Pasta ok?” You asked, reaching to grab the spaghetti from the cabinet.

“Sounds fine. So, tomorrow, Daryl was going to go check out this mall. I was gonna go with him but I’ve got stuff to do. Asked if you wanted to go, I said you would probably want to.”

“A mall?” You got excited. “An actual mall?”

“Yeah, Y/N, a mall.” He smiled- what a beautiful sight. “It’s pretty overrun, but you two can handle it.”

“I haven’t been to a mall since college. I wonder if any of the clothing stores still have things in them.” Rick hasn’t seen you this excited in a long time, and it makes him happy to see you this way.

-

“Damn, this is good food.” Rick groaned as he ate another bite of the spaghetti.

“Glad you like it.” You smile. You two were sitting on the couch and watching a film you’d never heard of, but you weren’t really paying attention. You don’t know if it was from the amount of alcohol that you two were consuming with dinner, or just his looks, but you couldn’t stop staring.

“It tastes just like the food your mom used to make, you know.”

“She was a good cook.” You take a drink of the whiskey. You weren’t drunk, but man you were feeling starting to feel the effects of it.

“’Ya know, I’ve always wanted to ask you this. Why did you leave for college?” He stares at you.

“I was tired of our town, tired of seeing the same people every day.” You shrug. His face psychically drops.

“I didn’t mean you, I could never get tired of seeing you.” You explain quickly.

“I just…” He starts to say, but stops. You look at him funny, waiting for him to finish, but he gets up and puts his plate into the sink. He sits back down and pretends to be suddenly interested in the movie.

“Rick.”

“Hm?”

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know.” He sighs. “There’s just a lot of unresolved feelings at the moment.”

“What do you mean?” Your heart begins to race.

“Did you know that I was in love with you in high school? Shit, Y/N, even before that. You are so beautiful. And then you just left. Do you know how much that hurt me?” His words slurred slightly, indicating that maybe he had more to drink than you thought. Still, your heart starts beating even faster, face flushing.

“No, I didn’t know.”

“Yeah, well I did. Then you just stopped talking to me, too. You cut me off like I was nobody. When I saw you, when you moved back to town after college, it psychically hurt me to see you. Did you know that, either?”

Your heart starts to break. You didn’t know any of this.

“Rick, I loved you too. I’m sorry I left for college, but I had to get out of there for my own good. I’m sorry we lost contact but that was a two way street, Rick, don’t act like it wasn’t. You didn’t try and call either.” You were getting angry. “You know what? You hurt me, too. I cried like a baby when I thought you had died, when Shane had told me that you didn’t make it out of the hospital. And then suddenly you were back again, and you acted like I didn’t exist. You barely acknowledged me. So don’t sit here and act like I’m the one who did everything wrong!”

Suddenly, Rick’s lips were pressed against yours. It took you a minute to kiss back, but once you did, it was amazing. His lips meshed perfectly with yours, and his tongue explored your mouth. He tasted like whiskey.

He brought his arms to your thighs, lifting you up onto his lap, not breaking the kiss. You put your hands under his shirt, lifting it up off his body. He lifts you off of him to take off your shorts and your tank top.

“That outfit was driving me crazy. Your ass looks so good in those shorts.” He had a prominent bulge in his jeans. You reach over to unzip his jeans, sliding them and his boxers down onto the floor and taking him into your mouth. You got to admit, he was a pretty good size.

He let out a moan as you continued to work on him, throwing his head back in pleasure. He suddenly stops you and pulls you back onto him, sliding his fingers to your lower region and rubbing your clit as he kissed you. You moan into the kiss as he enters two fingers inside of you, pumping at an excruciatingly slow speed.

“Rick, please,” you beg. He smirks but doesn’t go any faster, making you squirm. You start to ride his fingers, forcing it to go faster, and he moans as your boobs bounce up and down.

“Okay, baby, okay.” He takes his fingers out. He lines his dick up with your entrance, and you lower yourself on to him, finally getting the thing you wanted. You go faster, both of you quickly approaching orgasm.

“Rick, oh my god, rick!” You yell out as you cum, which brings him to his brink. He pulls out of you quickly and moans as he cums onto your stomach. You roll over next to him on the couch, panting.

“Wow.” Is all you can manage to make out.

“That was long overdue.” He says, grabbing your face and kissing you. You stop once you notice that your window was open, and people were walking outside.

“God, Rick, they probably heard us.” You say embarrassed, blushing.

“Let them hear us. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours, huh?”

“If you want to be.” He says simply.

“How could I refuse an offer like that?” You smile, pulling him into another kiss.

“So…. Round two?”


A/N: This may or may not have a part two. Let me know if you would want one!

PART TWO HERE

A New Hope

Words: 1.5k

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, anxiety, fluff

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain



Being Tony Stark’s assistant came with a lot of perks. You got a nice wage, a room in the Avenger’s tower, some new clothes; but the best thing by far was the fact you got to work with some of the hottest people in existence.

When you first arrived at the tower, you could barely look anyone in the eye and couldn’t even speak to Tony without blushing. You couldn’t help it, the man was bloody stunning. Sometimes you wondered how you’d managed to get the job at all, having stuttered your way through an interview without making direct eye contact. You had no idea what he saw in you but you were just happy to be there.

Despite being initially intimidated by Tony, the two of you got along like a house on fire after a few weeks. You spent most of your time either with him or in your room so you quickly became firm friends.

But what you didn’t expect was for him to invite you to one of his parties on the floor below. Part of you knew it was logical for Tony to invite you, being his assistant and all; but another part felt like a fish out of water. You were just a kid from out of town, how the hell did you end up on the invite list for one of the most notorious parties in the city?

It was that thought that had you panicking. You’d bought an amazing dress, showing just enough to get attention but not enough to look slutty, but you felt out of place wearing it. You tugged it down in the mirror, frowning as you spotted an imperfection with your eyeliner. The party would be full of gorgeous people and you were sure you’d stick out like a sore thumb. You resisted the urge to chew on your lip, knowing it would destroy your lipstick.

The knock on the door drew you away from your thoughts, tearing your eyes off your reflection with one last frown, you opened the door.

“Well you look beautiful.” Tony stated flatly, smiling. “You’ll fit right in!” His smile turned into a grin. You made a sound somewhere in between a huff and a laugh, taking your eyes off him for a second to get your clutch bag before coming out of your room and closing the door behind you.

Tony offered you his arm which you gladly took. As the two of you walked to the elevator, you couldn’t help but feel like a baby taking their first steps. It wasn’t often you wore heels, and you were beginning to remember why. You sighed to yourself quietly and accepted the fact that you’d take them off before the night was over.

When the elevator opened on the right floor, it was a sensory overload. There must have been more than a hundred people in the room, loud music blaring and coloured lights flickering around. The smell of alcohol was all-consuming, singing your nose hairs. Although you liked drinking, it was never normally in an environment like this. You froze for a second before Tony’s hand on your back guided you forward into the pack.

“Come on,” He had to speak louder than usual to be heard above the noise. “I’ll introduce you to some investors and stuff.”

After a good two hours of trying to make small talk with Tony’s clients, all you wanted to do was take off your God damn shoes. Jesus fuck you felt out of place here, like a wale in a corset. It didn’t help when you were introduced to Natasha, one of the Avengers. Normally, you avoided them all, only having met Bruce once before, but it seemed there was no chance of that happening again.

Nat was nice enough, you could see she understood how out of place you felt here. But she also looked far prettier than you, (not that you were jealous) and it made you feel even more inadequate.

After stumbling your way through a conversation with her, you excused yourself and painfully climbed the stairs to the small balcony overlooking the room. Each step felt like a thousand cuts and you couldn’t remember why you’d chosen those shoes in the first place. By the time you reached the top step, you’d broken into a sweat from the pain alone.

When you looked up, you froze. Even your pulse stopped for a moment. There was a single sofa on the balcony; and it was occupied by none other than Steve Rogers. Captain Fucking America. If you thought Tony was hot, Steve was on a whole other level.

He looked up from his phone and caught you staring, slack jawed and still frozen in place. You looked away quickly, face heating up. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish as you tried to find something to say.

“Do you wanna sit?” Steve asked. He didn’t seem surprised by your reaction. He must get that kind of thing a lot. He smiled reassuringly and you almost died right there and then.

You made a noise, somewhere between ‘ok’ and ‘yeah’ and stumbled forward. You were more conscious than ever about how short your dress was. You kept your head down as you moved to sit next to him, choosing to focus on the pain of your blisters rather than the Greek God to your right.

Saying nothing, you slipped off your shoes with a sigh, allowing yourself a quick peak at Steve. His suit reminded you of another time, hair slicked into a traditional side parting. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought you’d been transported back to the 40’s. Swallowing nervously, you tried not to stare at his muscles, the outline of them visible even under his jacket.

“So I take it this isn’t really your thing?” Steve’s voice ripped you from your thoughts and you blushed again, hoping you hadn’t been staring. You stuttered for a moment.

“I hate big parties.” You weren’t sure if Steve heard you over the music at first but it seemed he did.

“Yeah, Tony always insists that I come, even though I don’t work for Stark Industries… maybe he just wants me as like a tourist attraction or something…”

“I think Tony can do that all by himself…” You mutter. Steve laughs loudly, you hadn’t expected him to hear. Maybe super-hearing was one of the effects of the serum.

“Hey, you’re his assistant right?” You nodded, bringing your eyes up to his. Steve had a way of making you feel at ease somehow. “I bet that’s a bucket of fun.” He grinned sarcastically. You raised an eyebrow.

“It pays the bills and that’s all I care about.” You smiled back.

“How come no one seems to have met you before?” He asked. You swallowed and looked down, suddenly feeling more on guard. If he knew, he might find you weak and pathetic. That was the last thing you wanted to appear as in front of Captain America… Steve waited patiently for your answer.

“I have anxiety.” You breathed out, praying his super-earing would fail him.

Steve didn’t say anything for a moment, just raised an eyebrow.

“I bet working for Tony doesn’t help much.” He joked, leaning back slightly. That seemed to relax you again. He didn’t think you were a freak. “Being here is probably even less of a help. Do you wanna come up to my floor? Tony says I need to watch Star Wars but I need someone to explain it to me…” He grinned sheepishly and you found yourself nodding.

He took your hand and pulled you to your feet. When you didn’t feel the familiar pain in your feet, you remembered you’d taken off your shoes. Hand still in his, you reached down to take them with you.

Steve led you barefoot down the stairs and across the room, his hand never leaving yours. You stuck close to him, realising his large frame made a good battering ram against the horde of bodies. Or maybe it was the fact no one wanted to stand in the way of a 100 year old super soldier.

Relief washed over you when the elevator doors closed. You felt yourself deflate somewhat, releasing the breath you didn’t know you’d been holding.

“Tony recommended I start from A New Hope, but I thought there were some other ones before that?” Steve asked. You smiled devilishly, finding a burst of confidence.

“No, we have to start from the Phantom Menace. The first three films are shit but it’s like a rite of passage, we gotta watch them first.”

Steve frowned as if he was trying his best to make sense of this strange new world.

“Well whatever you say, I’ve missed a lot of the last 50 years so you’re the expert.” You smiled in victory as Steve hit the button for his floor.

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This Charming Man

AN: This imagine is for all you Jack lovers, especially @deathbylowden / @sugarandedge, sorry it’s so late chick! Those requests in my inbox are nearly done too! Enjoy 

Title inspiration: ‘This Charming Man’ by ‘The Smiths’ 


Jack was nothing if not persistent when it came to you. When he first laid eyes on you, he was completely and utterly captivated. Whether it was the swoosh of your hair, or the confident stride in your step or even your presence was enough to make him hypnotised. However, this had only made Jack more determined to make you notice him.You noticed him. How couldn’t you? Every chance he had, he made sure you knew, he was there. 

You had been assisting the filming and production of Dunkirk, when you had met him and the rest of the boys, and never would you forget someone like Jack.

The First Instance:

It was a Wednesday morning when you arrived on set, ready to start the day, you headed to breakfast table making yourself a cup of tea and grabbing a croissant. With the early rays of the sun gleaming off of the metal on the table, you saw an approaching shadow.

“Say lass, coulda make me a cuppa?” Jack lent down, grinning like a five year old boy.

“Sure.” It was too early to have a conversation with Jack, he was always beaming with joy and so energetic.

You make yourself and Jack the tea, passing the cup over to him, he smiles, pointing at the bench, suggesting you sit and eat there. Finishing your cup, you gather your things to leave and head to the first sight Chris needed you at. Jack swallows the last of his tea down in a haste, jumping up and falling into step with your pace. Furrowing your brows, you shoot him a questioning look.

“Wha? Am ’ not allowed te walk wid ya?” You shake your head, when he smirks down at you, you groan.

“God Jack, I thought we spoke about this! You lasted a total of, what, eight hours?” He chuckles.

“Love, I told you, I’m not giving up on this or you. Besides, you love me really.” You laugh, making him dramatically hold his hand to his chest.

The Second Instance:

It was a few weeks later, and Jack was still somewhat consistent when it came to charming you, or at least trying. You did find him attractive and he did make your heart melt when you heard his laugh, you knew you were falling for him but you weren’t the type to be won over so easily. He had many females and males swooning over him, but you were determined to not be one of them.

It was a Friday night, all the cast and crew were all out enjoying some well deserved drinks. You were sat at the bar, a bottle of beer and your phone in hand. You glance to your left, seeing Jack approaching. He flags down the bar tender, asking for a beer whilst winking at you, you roll your eyes, teasingly, turning your head back to your phone.

Once the beer was in his right hand, he swings his left over your shoulder whispering in your ear, “Say love, fancy a game of pool?” Shrugging your shoulders you agree, what could possibly go wrong.

It was half way through the game when you potted another ball, making Jack groan again. 

“I didn’ think ye were this good, lass”

“Well, you don’t know a lot about me, Jack.” Motioning to his cue to tell him it was his turn, he leans down to pot the ball.

“How ‘bout you show me how ye get them in all the time?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, when you shove his shoulder.

“Oh please, you play just fine.” Smiling he pots it before taking a swig of his fourth beer, fairly flushed from the amount of alcohol consumed.

“Fancy heading back to the hotel, lass?”

“What? Is it because you’re a sore loser? Or you want me in your bed?” You put the cue down and gather your jacket and phone.

“Nah love, the game was jus’ borin’, and I wouldn’ mind tha’ but I’d rather take ye for dinner first.” He winks at you for the tenth time that evening, or morning.

The Third Instance:

You were working on the Moonstone today, helping Chris on the shoot, and of course Jack was aboard the vessel too. The wind had picked up and everyone had brought their big, fluffy coats, except you. Being in a rush had made it almost impossible to not forget something and that something happened to be your coat, which you needed right now.

Shivering you nod your head at Chris, signalling that you understood his instructions and headed over to tell the cast the same. Jack notices your teeth chattering when you finish telling them about today’s itinerary.

“Lass, ye look freezin, wan’ m coat?” He shrugs it off his shoulder, about to wrap it around your shoulders when you take a step back.

“Stop! Lowden, can you please just stop trying to flirt and charm your damn way into my pants!” Maybe it was the cold, or lack of coffee you had this morning but Jack just chuckled and ignored the looks the rest of the cast and crew wer giving.

“Love, m not tryin to ge’ in yer pants, yer bloody gorgeous, but like I said las’ time I suggest a date is better option? As for the coat, I wasn’ flirtin’, yer cold.” Putting the thick material around you, you involuntarily snuggle into the collar, it smelt just like him.

“Sorry, long day. I guess I was just so used to your flirty advances and your charming personality I couldn’t help it, and thanks.” You gesture to the coat.

“Yer welcome, lass. Now, about that date?”

The One That I Want

One-shot. 3,688 words.

James and Lily end up at the same costume party dressed up as two members of a famous fictional couple. Everyone makes them take pictures together and quote lines from the movie. It starts out really awkward but then Sirius, dressed as a pirate, finds them making out in the bathroom.

FFN

“Lily, come on,” coaxed Mary.

No.”

"You are getting out of this car in ten seconds or I’ll—”

“Curse me with that wand of yours? Mary…I can’t! This was a stupid idea. I cannot believe you talked me into this.”

"It was your bloody idea, love.”

"The party was, if you’ll recall. A party, actually … certainly not this one, in the richest bloody neighborhood in town. And this costume,” she complained, gesturing at herself, “was definitely not my idea.”

"It’s the party we were invited to, Evans, so we’ll take it. And you made me go to the cinema six times to watch that damned movie, and you’ve listened to the vinyl every day for two months…”

“Not every day—”defended Lily, but Mary cut across her.

"EVERY SINGLE DAY. I know every bleeding word on that record, Lil.”

“But—”

“But nothing. C’mon, Lil,” said Mary, switching tactics. Threats hadn’t worked, but maybe flattery will. “You love that movie, and I had the wig, and we’re broke as fuck so we had to make due. And you look amazing. Have you seen yourself?”

"Leather pants though? Why couldn’t I have been the sweet, wholesome version of her character…”

"Because, Lily Evans, it’s also the prude, stuck-up version of her character, and that isn’t you at all, is it?”

Lily nodded, conceding the point.

‘Sides,” shrugged Mary. “It’s Halloween…the one night when we can dress like slags without being called slags.”

“A complete and utter bullshit double standard, incidentally…”

"It is, indeed, my little feminist friend. Still true though.”

“LEATHER PANTS, MacDonald. And this wig is itchy and ridiculous.”

Mary reached out and tugged on a curl, “No, Lily Evans, that wig is amazing.”

Lily ignored her, frowning instead at her feet which already throbbed. “These shoes, then. Wherein the bloody hell did you get these shoes?”

“Discount shop. It’s four hours. Stop looking for a reason to complain, Lil, it’s just a party. Slip them off if you want; no one will notice.”

“Like hell I will,” countered Lily. “D’you know what’ll be on that floor by the end of the night?”

“I’d rather not think about it, honestly,” said Mary, her face scrunched in distaste. “Wear the damn shoes then, but stop complaining. Everyone wears painful heels to parties. Mine are an inch taller than yours.”

“Yes, darling, but you’re completely nutters…”

“I’m short,” snorted Mary.

"No one will even know who I am…” Lily was grasping at straws, she knew, but she had to try.

“Of course they’ll know who you are.”

"It’s a bloody American movie.”

"The most popular American movie of the year,” Mary reminded her, slapping her thigh. “You’re going to be brilliant. If anything, you’ve got to worry about there being four of you—”

“Really? Well I don’t want to go if there’ll be four of me. That’s worse.

"Evans, cut the bullshit, get out of the car, teeter yourself into that house, drink yourself pissed, snog a bloke, and dance your leather clad arse off.”

“That’s you, dear, not myself. One of us has to drive home.”

“At least I have a plan,” said Mary as she applied her lipstick in the rear view. “Look, Evans, if you’re miserable in two hours, we can leave, alright? But I really, really want to go out tonight…”

Guilt panged Lily. It’d been a solid month of moping on Mary’s part since she ditched her last bloke. Cheating wanker, yes, but it still hurt. She’d been so excited about this party, of course Lily said yes. She’d been filled with nothing but regret since they stepped in the car, though, and she had had two exams to study for, a group project to sort out, and a research project due in two weeks.

But Mary wanted to go out, Mary needed to go out, and that was more important than Lily feeling self-conscious in front of a bunch of strangers. She wouldn’t have spent the night studying, anyway, if she were honest with herself, so she sighed and relented. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m being a prat.”

"Yes, you are, but if you really don’t want to go—” said Mary. She really would turn ‘round and drive them home, if Lily demanded it, but Lily wasn’t the sort to do something like that.

“No, we’ll go. C’mon. It’ll be fun.”

Mary raised her eyes doubtfully. Lily couldn’t blame her: she had just spent the last ten minutes whinging, after all, and this was quite the reversal. Lily smiled cheerfully, but pointed a warning finger at her mate, “It will be fun, I promise. But I swear if I break my ankle or rip the arse of my pants out, Mary MacDonald, I’ll never forgive you.”

Mary laughed. “Yeah, yeah, Sandra D, I hear you. Let’s get going before all the good drinks vanish.”

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Joe Sugg-After the Collabs (SMUT) SUBMITTED BY DONTSTOPTHISSONG

-Joe’s lips are pressed lazily along the side of Y/N’s neck, her fingers curling tighter around the fabric of his shirt. They were pressed together on the couch in the main room, her body was twisted slightly in her seated position. He was slumped forward some, lips and tongue and teeth exploring perfectly sun kissed skin. Joe managed to draw a soft gasp from Y/N as his teeth scraped over her pulse point, and her body pressed in closer against his own. He was tempted to pull her into his lap, but was suddenly reminded that they were still in the main room of the flat. He pulled back slowly and let his eyes adjust to the dim room and being slightly (mostly) inebriated. Zoe and Alfie had already retired to bed, and Sawyer and Tyler were in the office, making a drunk confessional that they had all taken part in. Y/N moving pulled Joe to look down at her, raising a dark brow, she only rolled her eyes and leaned forward, kissing Joe with a smile. “Do you want to see my room?” She asked quietly, pulling back again and watching Joe for any signs of regret or disgust. But she was pleasantly happy when Joe nodded his head as he grinned at her, fingers pushing his bangs back into place and perfecting his hair.

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I will call out your name| NicolexAU

What would you do if you found a phone, a phone where only one number was saved. The number belonged to someone who would listen to your life, your complaints, your worries, your fantasies, without one judgement. They would only help, and in return, you do the same to them. What would you do? 

For Alex Benedetto, that question comes into her life far sooner than she had ever imagined. 

Will be marked as M for mature, in later chapters will be scenes of a sexual and violent nature. Will tag appropriately.
@nicolas-benedetto @mikakuruyame @sugar-blind @cutewolfx @haatake @maddieland-senpai @blackmagie

Song Alex sings: HERE
Alex’s phone is a Samsung Instinct. 
Nicolas’s phone is a Blackberry Bold 2008 model. 


Chapter One.

Whoever finds this phone will have the advantage to make a friend. A friend who will never reveal themselves to you. You can ask them anything but their name and age and where they live. And please, do not use your name, age or location either. This person also needs a friend, as now I do not belong on this earth. I am a vessel, and now I am to completely disappear. Make him happy. Please. - V.

The first thought to run through her mind was that this was a complete and utter joke. A sick and twisted joke that had gone too far. It was a logical solution to a situation such and this. Simply finding a phone in the vents of the bathroom after a puff of dust blew from it on your head, and you had gone to investigate the sudden air shift was absurd to begin with. And yet, here she was. Holding a phone that was easily eight years old and a well kept charger in one hand.

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20 Narimiya Hiroki facts you may or may not know

So Narimiya’s retirement announcement hit me a little harder than I expected. I’d never thought of myself as a big fan, but as I said, I’ve been watching a number of his interviews this year. And of course, the year I start to really be interested is the year he decides to leave. For me, I feel that it’s wise of him to take care of himself first, but there’s also a part of me that is sad about it. 

But anyway, I digress. There’s been a lot of information and probably misinformation floating around about Narimiya. He is a generally private person and does fewer appearances, and very few of these appearances are subbed, the English speaking fandom may not know that much about him. 

So for people who are interested, I’m going to pull out facts from interviews and appearances that I’ve watched. Please note that these are not exhaustive and also most of these facts are from recent appearances. He really is an interesting person. 

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Tomorrow (Luke imagine)

Summary: You have a thing for Luke but get caught in a drunken make out session with Calum

Warnings: drunkenness, a little bit of violence and a touch of swearing

Requested? Yes but I changed the original request a bit, I hope that’s okay

Word Count: 1.3k

Originally posted by calumsgrin

I’m using this gif ironically


As Luke’s fist collides with the side of Calum’s head, there’s one thought running through your head. Why me?

Out of the seven billion people inhabiting the Earth, why was it you who ended up in this position? 

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It’s only been a year.

Around this time last year I was having the time of my life. The kind of “time of my life” wherein I didn’t care ¬– I was drinking hard, going out every chance I got, getting home at an ungodly hour with greasy food inside of me. I was being 21. 

I thought I was doing the post breakup single life really well, considering that in the first few months I was exercising a lot, eating healthily, always had time for family and friends with just enough time to get myself active and moving. That didn’t last long. After my birthday trip, my eating habits went berserk, gym time became…stay-at-home-to-cure-this-hangover time, the only time I had free I spent out with friends chugging beers and listening to really good music. Anyway, to cut it short, I developed a side of me that people didn’t recognise. I loved every part of it though. It felt like I was living the “normal” life. I was able to go to small bars in the middle of Cubao, share cheap alcoholic drinks and deep drunken conversations about the “adult” life, the love for film, the craziness of our country and of love. Yes. I felt like I was connecting to the real world.

Months later and one weekend getaway later.. reality punched me in the face. A conversation at 11pm after an 8 hour drive back home from the beach awakened me to what I was really doing to myself and to the people around me. All the late night going out and getting sh*tfaced is part of growing up, yes, and what makes it still okay is that I was only 21 years old. But I couldn’t take it any longer. During those days I drowning myself in the thoughts of just giving up on how to handle everything, I was living by the buzz of the beers rather than facing my demons and challenges sober and with thought. My body wasn’t taking it anymore either. I had been to the hospital twice since developing my horrible drinking habits. I wanted out.

A year later and I find myself on a Saturday night, alone in bed with my Papito snoring on his bed. Life is totally different. My boyfriend is out of town for a while getting a shoot done for his surf school and I’m here making good use of my time by filling you all in on what’s been a very good year to me. I honestly don’t regret last year (maybe the amount of alcohol consumed, that’s about it). But what makes me happy tonight is the thought that sometimes it just takes a crazy experience to get your butt kicked so you can get moving and improving again. An experience you grow through rather than just go through. 

PS.I know I promised on Twitter that I was going to post about Europe but that can wait.

PPS. I stopped drinking earlier this year due to my acidity. Don’t get me wrong, I still go out every now and then the only difference is now I stick to one glass per night out. :) Sa lahat ng magsasabing KJ, kayo nalang uminom ng alak para sakin. Tnx. 

Forgetful Drunk

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JO!!! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. 
For @pyocchan !!! <3

Summary: Arthur and Alfred are at a club when Alfred gets a little too drunk and forgets some rather important information. 
Pairing: USUK
AU: Omegaverse
Rating: SFW, mild language

Francis caught Arthur by the arm, and in between a pulse of lights he pulled him closer to talk to him. The club they were in was loud tonight and nearly filled from wall to wall with little places to move unless you plastered yourself to the side. Arthur had moved out with some of the other omegas to dance around for a bit, although he was starting to get tired. In addition to this, a throng of alphas had moved to join the omegas as well, but Arthur wasn’t interested in picking up anyone new. The only reason he was here was because a beta friend of his had a party earlier that night for the promotion they’d received at their job. They’d gathered everyone up at their house before suggesting they move to the bars and the clubs.

“What is it?” Arthur asked.

“Your husband,” Francis retorted.

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reeltoreel  asked:

What's your favorite urban legend, cryptid and creeypasta?

Oh man…  Yet another really tough question, because the world of urban legends and cryptozoology is so rich and plentiful with stories from all around the world.  Every culture, every continent - everywhere you go, you run into local legends, “old wives’ tales”, and spooky tales of old.  Creepypastas I may have to address at another time (actually… I may have addressed it before, but forgotten.  There might be something tagged “creepypasta” on my blog somewhere).  In any case, the bizarre and the unknown hold endless fascination for me, so this is still a very tough challenge.

The best I could do is -  yes, yet again - try to narrow it down to a list.

In no particular order:

  1. Gloria Ramirez - the “Toxic Lady”.  This is one I’ve been meaning to post about, because it fascinates me.  An extremely specific set of circumstances collided with one another in a one-in-a-million incident that went down in medical history.  This poor woman became the biological equivalent of Pig-Pen from the Peanuts comics - a walking cloud of toxic disaster.  A strange sheen of oil formed on her body, a garlic-like smell emitted from her orifices, and her blood was laden with bizarre particulate, and smelled like ammonia.  The nurses who tended to her became ill, as well as anyone else that came within two feet of her in the hospital.  Sadly, Gloria passed away that day, but her bizarre story will live on for eternity.
  2. Polybius.  This is one that I have posted about before.  An alleged video game that caused whoever played it to go insane.  What makes it so fascinating are all the little pockets of actual truth to it.
  3. Snuff films.  Yet another one that I’ve posted about previously.  It is a concept that both intrigues and frightens me, and I’m quite glad to say that there has yet been no recorded evidence of the existence of a single, genuine snuff film (but a hell of a lot of films that were either accused of it, or used the idea as a publicity stunt).
  4. Human organ trafficking.  This is one urban legend, I’m quite saddened to say, that is actually very, very true.
  5. Mothman.  Ever since I was little, I’ve been intrigued with this story.  Now that I’m older, I’m aware of the possibility that the alleged creature could easily have been a large, misidentified bird of prey.  Nonetheless, the strange circumstances that also occurred during this time period set it apart from other cryptids.
  6. Red Rain.  This one is particularly fascinating, but also a little worrisome.  The titular substance fell from the skies of India in 2001, and again in 2012, and were first hypothesized to be fallout from a meteor burst, then spores from terrestrial algae.  However, there has also been the claim that the cells contained within the red rain contained DNA, and could possibly be of extraterrestrial origins (again dependent on the theory that it had something to do with meteor fallout).  The origin, and identification, of the substance within the red rain remains a mystery.
  7. Feral children.  This one is a particularly touchy subject; any research of which is often referred to as “The Forbidden Experiment”.  There have been cases of alleged “feral children” throughout history, and even in mythologies (Greek brothers Romulus and Remus were said to have been raised by a mother wolf, who apparently did a damn good job, since Romulus went on to found the city of Rome).  As for real-life accounts, there was the famous case of Victor of Aveyron, and, more recently, the case of Oxana Malaya in the Ukraine, whose neglectful, alcoholic parents left her outside with the dogs.  While she has been taught to control her dog-like mannerisms, she is still developmentally disabled.  Many supposed “feral” children suffer the same fate - some are never able to learn human speech.  The existence of these cases forces us to consider the “Nature vs Nurture” argument, and how much of who we are is learned, and not inherent.
  8. Bat bombs.  I suppose this is less of an urban legend as a piece of “crazy, but true” trivia.  This is also one I’ve posted about before.  During World War II, the U.S. military truly did use bats to disperse small, incendiary bombs.  While the project was scrapped before it could be put to use on the Japanese and their highly-flammable houses, an accidental release of the bats over New Mexico did humorously manage to set a general’s car on fire.
  9. Spontaneous Human Combustion. The idea of spontaneously bursting into flames from the inside is a truly terrifying one.  Not one that has been scientifically proven, but enough of one that scenes of death by fire with seemingly unknown origins, and which often leave entire rooms untouched, and even completely unburned limbs among the ashes continue to leave a spooky impression.  Nowadays, modern science is aware of the “wick effect”, in which a fire from an outside source that reaches a human body will quickly burn away fat (which is highly flammable), but has a tough time consuming muscle, resulting in the fire petering out upon reaching the arms or legs - the most frequently-used parts of our bodies.  Thus, the resulting macabre scene of a pile of ashes with a pair of legs sticking out is created.
  10. Cattle Mutilations.  While I will admit to being both fascinated and disturbed by this concept when I was younger, I remain more fascinated and disturbed by the fact that this phenomenon continues to be reported, and treated as a “mystery”, even though it was shown way back in the 70’s that the natural progression of decay, with the aid of normal scavenging birds and other animals, and the proliferation of insect life, can account for all the alleged “surgical” cuts, and “disappearance” of eyes, and other organs.  I guess sometimes, the lie is just so spooky, you don’t want to kill it with the truth.

Those are about the only things I can think of for now.  Also, thank you - now I’m considerably spooked as shit right before bed time after finishing this.

anonymous asked:

Just wondering why your vegan. I'm assuming it's because how it's not humane the way they kill them. I assume this because I don't understand how people say it's not right to eat animal products, other animals on the food chain eat other animals so why can't we? We are born with K9 teeth, teeth that are meant to chew meat. So once again I'm just wondering why

Hey love! first off, I appreciate that you asked this in a non-judgmental and open-minded way. Yes, I know that some vegans preaching and shoving their beliefs down your throat can be overwhelming at times; but treating ALL vegans with hostility simply because some are excessively passionate isn’t fair. And I’ve had way too many critical, rude, and hateful messages in my inbox about veganism. So really, I do appreciate that you worded this with genuine curiosity and civility. I respect your decision to include meat in your diet, and I’d like to explain why I choose personally choose to be vegan for my body, the planet, and the animals.

To start off, I’ll tackle your main concern. Where are we getting our protein?

In a vegan diet, it’s more than easy to get the necessary amount of protein for your body to not only survive, but thrive. Contrary to popular belief, excessive protein is NOT optimal for your health (or your muscle growth, for that matter). Ironically, what people often don’t realize is that in developed countries, the problem isn’t that people aren’t getting enough protein, it’s that they’re getting too much! Eating excessive amounts of animal protein has been linked to the development of endometrial, pancreatic, and prostate cancers (Read The China Study to learn more about this – thoroughly discussed in the first few pages). Nutrition experts estimate that most of us need between 0.8 and 1 gram of protein per day for every kilogram of body weight. That works out to 55 grams of protein per day for someone who weighs 150 pounds or approximately 10 percent of normal caloric intake (people in endurance training and pregnant women might require a bit more, of course). If a vegan eats a reasonably varied diet (a balance between whole foods) and consumes a sufficient amount of calories, he or she will undoubtedly get enough protein. And, unlike animal protein, plant-based protein sources contain healthy fiber and complex carbohydrates. Oh, and just to add on to that: plant-based protein is MEANT for our bodies. While virtually all vegan foods contain some amount of protein, soybeans are protein powerhouses. Soybeans contain all the essential amino acids and surpass all other plant foods in the amount of protein that they can deliver to humans. Other rich sources of non-animal protein include legumes, nuts, seeds, food yeasts, and freshwater algae.

Eating cooked meat creates excess uric acid and ammonia in the body, both of which are toxic to the system. The proteins in cooked food become denatured, and, as a result, the polypeptide bonds cannot be broken down into amino acids. These polypeptides are treated as foreign invaders and must be excreted through the kidneys. The cell wall of the kidneys doesn’t allow for easy transport of these substances, causing the distress that leads to kidney stones and eventually to kidney failure. Cooked grains cause fermentation in the body that produces gas, alcohol, and acetic acid; protoplasmic poisons that kill every cell with which they come into contact. Studies have shown that the immune system often reacts to the introduction of cooked food into the bloodstream the same way it does to foreign pathogens such as bacteria, viruses, and fungi. Cooking food denatures the proteins, renders the fats carcinogenic, and caramelizes the carbohydrates. Many other nutrients are damaged, deranged, or destroyed by the heating process, leaving mostly empty calories. Regular consumption of cooked foods results in a detrimental enlargement of the pancreas. (Paragraph quoted by Dr. Douglas Graham)

 Now what about calcium? Well, believe it or not, milk isn’t some calcium powerhouse. As a matter of fact, almond milk has 50% MORE calcium than dairy. And by the time I’m done talking about the dairy industry, which is particularly inhumane, you’ll most likely be regretting that glass of milk you had this morning.

And that brings me to my next argument: the morality of veganism. When I became vegan, it was initially completely health-based. The processed, unnatural, and detrimental meats and dairy products that I was poisoning my body with disgusted me. It wasn’t until about two months into my veganism that I was really introduced to the slaughterhouses.

Let’s talk about the dairy cows:

Cows produce milk for the same reason that humans do: to nourish their young. In order to force the animals to continue giving milk, factory farm operators typically impregnate them using artificial insemination every year. Calves are generally taken from their mothers within a day of being born—males are destined for veal crates or barren lots where they will be fattened for beef, and females are sentenced to the same fate as their mothers. After their calves are taken away from them, mother cows are hooked up, several times a day, to milking machines. These cows are genetically manipulated, artificially inseminated, and often drugged to force them to produce about four and a half times as much milk as they naturally would to feed their calves. Animals are often dosed with bovine growth hormone (BGH), which contributes to a painful inflammation of the udder known as “mastitis.” (BGH is used widely in the U.S. but has been banned in Europe and Canada because of concerns over human health and animal welfare.)According to the industry’s own figures, between 30 and 50 percent of dairy cows suffer from mastitis, an extremely painful condition. A cow’s natural lifespan is about 25 years, but cows used by the dairy industry are killed after only four or five years. An industry study reports that by the time they are killed, nearly 40 percent of dairy cows are lame because of the intensive confinement, the filth, and the strain of being almost constantly pregnant and giving milk. Dairy cows’ bodies are turned into soup, companion animal food, or low-grade hamburger meat because their bodies are too “spent” to be used for anything else.

 Now what about the health risks associated with dairy? Dairy is unnatural and unhealthy to consume. Even fat reduced dairy products contain 25% fat calories. There is as much fat in 1 glass of low fat milk as there are in 3 slices of bacon! Each day the average American consumes the equivalent amount of cholesterol contained in 53 slices of bacon just from milk and dairy products. Cholesterol is what contributes to heart disease, the number one killer of Americans! We don’t realize that cheese and butter is a concentrated form of dairy fat. All the water is removed, leaving the fat intact. Milk is linked to a number of health problems, including gastrointestinal, dermatological and respiratory, with symptoms that include bloating, cramping, diarrhea, constipation, acne, zits, hives, skin rashes, asthma and sinusitis. Studies have found that autism and schizophrenia in children may be linked to the body’s inability to digest casein, a milk protein; symptoms of these diseases diminished or disappeared in 80 percent of the children who switched to milk-free diets. A U.K. study showed that people who suffered from irregular heartbeats, asthma, headaches, fatigue, and digestive problems “showed marked and often complete improvements in their health after cutting milk from their diets.” Bovine (cow) proteins trigger allergies because they are foreign to our system. Ingesting dairy causes an inflammatory immune response ALWAYS! The body does not recognize it as a friendly food and the immune system works to rid the body of the foreign invader. It is known that American women consume tremendous amounts of calcium, yet their rates of osteoporosis are among the highest in the world. Conversely, Chinese people consume half as much calcium (most of it from plant sources) and have very low incidences of the bone disease. Medical studies indicate, that rather than preventing the disease, milk may actually increase women’s risk of getting osteoporosis. A Harvard Nurses’ Study of more than 77,000 women ages 34 to 59 found that those who consumed two or more glasses of milk per day had higher risks of broken hips and arms than those who drank one glass or less per day. Excessive consumption of dairy interferes with the absorption of calcium. Also the excess of protein in dairy is a major cause of osteoporosis, as dairy accelerates its development. Our body must leech calcium out of our bones to neutralize the acid created by protein consumption.

If you’re interesting in looking further into veganism, here are some documentaries + a list of informative books! 

1. Earthlings 

(Age-restricted). I actually had to watch this one periodically, as I couldn’t seem to get through the first twenty minutes without being completely shaken up. It’s a really graphic video, but also very thought-provoking and makes you question your own morals/values and your responsibility as a human being on this Earth.  It’s considered one of the most persuasive vegan films. 

2. Home

As cliche as this sound, Home really makes you feel in touch with nature and reminds us how powerful humans are and how important it is that we use this power to benefit all other creatures of Earth.

3. 101 Reasons to Go Vegan

The first vegan video I was ever exposed to, and it just about pushed me over the edge and sparked my interest in vegan nutrition. It’s incredibly relatable, persuasive, and thought-provoking. When I first watched this video, I was chewing away at my chicken breast (which I ate almost every night for dinner). I credit my new lifestyle to this AMAZING speech. 

4.  Vegan Sense

Ellen Degeneres has always been a very influential person in my life; I respect her conduct, morals, and overall outlook on life. When I first saw this little “mini-speech”, I absolutely LOVED it. She has such a way with words!

5. The Best Speech You Will Ever Hear

I loved how relatable this video was. There’s no denying that this man is incredibly persuasive, and the logic behind what he’s saying really makes you question your role as a human! 

Books to check out: 

80/10/10 by Dr. Douglas Graham, The China Study and Whole by T. Collin Campbell, Eat To Live by Joel Fuhrman, Prevent and Reverse Heart Disease by Caldwell Esselstyn, Skinny Bitch by Kim Barnouin, Diet for a New America by John Robbins, Eating Animals by Jonathon Saffron Foer, The Omnivore’s Dilemma by Michael Pollan, and Forks Over Knives by Gene Stone

I hope you found this informative and insightful. Once again, I thank you for asking this in such a respectful way, and I hope this helps clear my side of the argument up! Much love to you! xoxoxo