air that shit out

cthulhuoflongisland  asked:

I really hope u get famous so I can say " I FOLLOWED FAMOUS RICKY'S BLOG SINCE HOMESTUCK WAS STILL RELEVANT" And people will gasp in awe

yall dont realize how much i think about this,,,,

my future PR agent is going to HATE me and make me delete ALL MY SOCIAL MEDIA

also there’s thousands of ppl out there who will be able to be like ‘I KNEW RICKY FROM HIS HOMESTUCK PORN BLOG’ and it will bring me.. Shame


Don’t worry. No one’s going under the ship today. Though, the thought had crossed my mind. No, I’m quite certain I can do better than that.

note to self

I hope you find someone like Rhys. Someone who’s there for you in your darkest times and manages to see you beneath all the storms you make. I hope you find someone who looks at you and feels the air sucked out of their lungs and think “holy shit”. I hope you find someone who catches the smallest glimmer of emotion run across your face when you feel like crashing down inside yourself. I hope you find someone who looks at you the way Rhys looks at the stars. 

But more than that- I hope you remember that whether or not that someone is out there, your worth doesn’t depend on them. Before Feyre even met Rhys, she managed to defeat an enemy that no one in Prythian could even dare to try- with mortal blood running through her veins and a very human heart. 

Remember (in the wise words of the one and only High Lord of the Night Court) - you bow down to no one.

No one. 

If you’re reading this, you’re a fucking badass. 

B99 + Childhood Friends AU: in which Jake attends each of Amy’s eleven birthdays at the planetarium.

  • 6 year old Jake alternates between pulling little Amy’s pigtails and running around exhibits with her older brothers. 
    • He tires himself out and falls asleep halfway through the afternoon planetarium space show. Mrs. Santiago has to carry him around the museum for half an hour after that, until he’s awake enough to walk around on his own.
  • 7 year old Jake makes it his personal mission to win every single party game that year. Any other kid might cry over how competitive (i.e. mean) Jake is being, but Amy stands her ground and manages to beat him in nearly every game. 
    • In the end, Jake’s the one who’s in tears. Karen has to pick him up early because he’s inconsolable after losing Pin The Ring On Saturn.
  • 8 year old Jake is on his best behavior through the morning (partly because Karen gave him a lengthy talking-to on the car ride over, but also because he’s been kind of subdued overall since Roger left a few months prior). He does go ham on lunch, especially when they bring out Amy’s blue cake. 
    • Mrs. Santiago has to cradle him in her lap during the space show because he has too much of a tummy ache. (The Santiago brothers make fun of him for at least a week after that, but Amy defends him with her life and also sends him a Get Well Soon! card.)
  • 9 year old Jake has just discovered Star Wars and spends most of the party trying to find planet models of Hoth and Tatooine. While the other kids just laugh at him, Amy informs him that Star Wars is both fictional and inaccurate then proceeds to tell him about how awesome the real universe actually is. 
    • The two of them unknowingly break off from the group at some point because Amy’s too engrossed in telling him about the International Space Station, and Jake’s just hanging on to every word she says. They’re officially lost for a whole 12 minutes, but Mrs. Santiago eventually finds them in the full-scale space shuttle replica, laughing and pretending to be space pilots slash jedi. 

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He’s Got Them Thick Thighs (Grayson Dolan x Reader)

Summary: Just a short imagine of you trying something new with your boyfriend. 

Warnings: Smut (ish), thigh riding. 

Word Count: 777.

A/N: shoutout to @thedolangifs and her blurbs for inspiring me to write this !

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A/N: So, originally, this was supposed to be a thing in my fanfic “Colour Bruise” which I haven’t updated in ages. I am planning on finishing the story but for now, enjoy this. ;-)

Words: 1789
Warnings: lime, a lot of swearing

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*casually dumps a shitton of dear evan hansen/be more chill crossover headcanons*

EDIT: Now with a part 2!

NOTE: All of these headcanons take place within the crossover universe but not all of them feature characters from both musicals.  Some just involve DEH characters and some just involve BMC characters.  I JUST WANTED TO HEADCANON STUFF ABOUT THEM OKAY (also this is a hella long post so under the readmore it goes)

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Imagine running into Jensen while rushing to get on stage and him flirting with you.

“Five minutes! (Y/n) come on, we need you on stage now!” you heard a knocking on your door as you rolled your eyes. Five minutes and now weren’t the same, really.

“I’m coming! Just go, I’ll be there in one minute!” you huffed taking another look at your dress. No matter how much time passed you weren’t going to used to the nerves you had every time before going on stage to perform, especially when it was at some kind of awards.

You sighed and soothed down your dress once more. You took a deep breathed and stilled yourself “Alright, let’s do this. You’ve got this! You binge watched four seasons of Supernatural in a week, you can do anything!” you calmed down yourself before finally getting up and making your way to the door.

Seeing as you had only three minutes left you practically rushed out of the door and quickly made your way to the stage. Or at least would have made your way if you didn’t stumble on someone. A groan left their lips and you huffed as the both of you literally fell on the cold floor.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry!” you groaned, pushing yourself slightly up. But the moment you heard their chuckle your eyes snapped open and all air got caught in your lungs.

“Holy shit” you breathed out. Celebrity or not you were always going to be a fangirl when it came to this very man.

“Well, to be honest I always looked forward to the day I’d see you fall for me-” he gave you a big charming grin “-I never thought it was going to be this literally!” he chuckled and you blinked.

“Oh gosh, I am so so sorry Mr Ackles!” you huffed trying to get up from him although part of you didn’t really want it – who wouldn’t love such a close contact with Jensen Ackles?

“You know me?” he asked with a boyish smile and you nodded your head shyly.

“Who doesn’t?” you asked and he laughed “I just- I am super sorry for this. I am such a clumse sometimes!”

“It’s fine” he breathed out giving you a cute grin as he helped you up, his hand felt so soft holding yours.

“No really, Mr Ackles. I wasn’t watching and-”

“Seriously, (Y/n)-” he cut you off with a smile “I told you I am fine with that. It’s not every day your celebrity crush stumbles on you.” he chuckled “Oh and please, don’t call me Mr Ackles- makes me feel all old.” he laughed after making a face, but your fast beating heart prevented you from paying attention to anything after the celebrity crush part.

“I- I- I didn’t even know you… knew me.” you mumbled, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Know you? Are you kidding me? I practically have seen all of your movies at least three times each- and don’t let me get started on how many times I have listened to your songs. Jared’s wanted to murder me a good amount of times because of that.” he laughed almost a little nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

You couldn’t help a giggle. You knew you were acting like a teen in front of her crush but it was partially true, right?

“You really have no idea how much that means to me.” you confessed “You- I admire your work so much it just is-impossible to believe. Every moment of your acting career from the beginning up to now with Supernatural has been such an inspiration for me. I- I wouldn’t be here if- if it wasn’t for you and what you do. I guess I owe you a big thank you, actually.”

“You-” he breathed out but shook his head “You don’t owe me anything honestly.” he laughed and you looked down in embarrassment.

“Honestly you have no idea how much I could tell you on that part.” you shook your head “It is so great to meet you Jensen, I’m sorry if I am being too much of a fangirl too.” you furrowed your eyebrows, giving him a nervous smile.

“Oh by all means, do go all fangirl on me. I wouldn’t mind it in the least bit! I am a real fanboy myself when it comes to you, Jared and Misha can sure as hell verify that!” he stuffed his hands in his suit’s pockets.

“Really?” you tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear “I never thought you- someone like you would even know my work- much less be such a fan.” you breathed out.

“Please, I could go on forever on how much I admire it. It honestly is a great pleasure to meet you (Y/n), even as this.” he laughed.

“I’m really sorry about that Jensen, I just am in a hurry. I got a performance and you know-”

“Oh trust me I know. I always am late myself, it’s fine. Say-” he licked his lips and even for a split second you got distracted “-How about you go and rock this performance as you always do-”

“I don’t really.” you mumbled and he gave you a stern look.

“Don’t fight me on this sweetheart. I have fought the devil twice, and I am just as stubborn as Dean is!” he pointed a finger and you giggled.

“So you go rock them and later we could meet here again to fangirl over each other as much as we want?” he laughed and you bit your lip.

“I would definitely love that”

Throwing Off The Towel - Dean Ambrose x Reader

Summary:- You and Dean start riding together and sharing hotel rooms to save money, and one night, you go for a shower, forgetting to take your shampoo. You go back into the room in a towel to grab what you need - and give Dean a sight he can’t keep his hands off. 

Warnings:-Smut, Swearing, Some Fluff

Word Count:-1,422


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Ties ( Stiles Stilinski x reader)

Request: 2 & 17 and smut please!! I love your writing.

Prompts: 2- “ Is that my shirt?” , 17- “Tie me up, baby”

Warnings: dom!stiles, rough (unprotected- wrap it up!) sex, oral-female receiving, bondage, swearing.

A/n: I feel like I am really bad at writing smut so feedback is much appreciated!

Originally posted by its50shadesofgrey

Stiles harshly slammed the door of his jeep whilst he bitterly mumbled under his breath. Theo had been everywhere today, interrupting him, antagonizing Stiles every chance he got. Today was not the day to piss of Stiles Stilinski.

However, there was something that really made your stomach clench when he was like that. It wasn’t frightening, it was intoxicating. You knew you shouldn’t make it worse, but you wanted to.

“ I fucking hate him,” He roared, you flinched but you couldn’t help the clench of your pussy. Stiles had always been so, how to put it, vanilla in the bedroom. It was times like this where you wanted him to bend you over a table and fuck your brains out.

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Alex Standall x Reader: Locker Room

Prompt/ask: Anonymous asked: Can you write an alex x reader please?

Word count: 302 (Mini Fic)

Warnings: Language 

“Woah Standall!” 

Justin was grinning, swinging a towel over his gym locker and raising his eyebrows.

Alex shut his eyes almost instinctively. He knew exactly what Justin was referring to, and he was in no mood to deal with his bullshit.

“Your locker, man. It’s a fucking pigsty!” 

Or not. 

Alex’s eyes opened slowly as he exhaled and turned towards his locker. He hadn’t noticed the crumpled up papers and trash scattered inside, although that was the least of his worries at that moment. “Uh-yeah. I guess.” 

A few of the guys still in the locker room chuckled as Justin shook his head, the grin still prominent on his features. “Air that shit out, yeah?” 

Alex just nodded, kneeling down a little to hide his pink cheeks behind the open locker. As he did so, he ran his fingers over the red marks covering his collarbones. 

With a breathy sigh of relief, he raised the white T-shirt he was wearing over his head, revealing more marks down his torso.

He smiled to himself, taking care to keep himself partially hidden behind the locker. 

“Goddammit Alex,” Justin exclaimed in mock frustration, still grinning, “We see your hickies.”

 Alex froze, pressing his shirt to his bare chest. “Uh-what?”

“Damn Standall,” Bryce started with a smirk from across the locker room, “What were you up to last night?”

 Alex could feel his cheeks heat up, but nevertheless kept the shirt firmly pressed against his torso. 

“I-I don’t-”

“Who’s giving it to you now, hm?” Zach asked with raised eyebrows, pulling a jersey over his head.

Alex opened his mouth to retort, but instead simply smiled, closing his locker and picking up his change of clothes from the wooden floor. 

He was going to get you back for this.

Slippery Slopes

Characters: Dean, Reader & Sam

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, talks of being nude.

Summary: Reader slips because the floor’s wet and it’s super embarrassing but then it’s not.

A/N: This is for @jalove-wecallhimdean​‘s Do it like Dean challenge. I choose one of my favorite Dean lines, “Nipples?”.  Congrats on your Milestone Heather!! This was super fun to write and I hope it is enjoyed as much as I liked it. You like ? Let me know because I love feedback. Have a fantastic Friday Y’all!

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Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner?

Spoiler Alert: It’s Barba. Barba’s coming to dinner.

This was from a request received a LONG time ago regarding: Barba dating someone with a conservative/racist family from the Midwest. I can’t find the exact request to link to, but I had this in my WIP drafts with the bolded line as the title so… here we go.

Originally posted by sherrykinss

Please note: I absolutely mean no offense on any side for this little story, and am definitely utilizing stereotypes in both regards: My father’s side of the family was very conservative and blissfully-ignorant… I am absolutely basing this on people in my own Midwest-World experience.

“What kind of name is Barba?”

Rafael winced at the announcement of his name. “Cuban,” he advised simply, before leaning across and smiling at your aunt. “The dinner is delicious by the way, Ma'am.”

Why were you here? 

How had he convinced you that this would be a good idea? You hadn’t wanted to subject him to this. No, not at all, you had actually not even told him the invitation had arrived- he had found it on your fridge one evening he was visiting you after work.

An invitation. Who sends invitations for dinner parties?
Your sweet Aunt, of course.

“Cuban, eh?” Naturally, your father regarded this as an interesting opportunity(excuse) to be as passive-aggressive as humanly possible. “Is it normal over there to date younger?”

Younger? You were barely four years younger than your date…

Oh God; you took up your wine glass and gulped, calm Rafael only smiled and lay a palm atop your thigh to try and convey just how ‘fine’ this all was. “No, I just happen to be lucky enough to have caught youthful (Your Name)’s eye.”

Fine. That was how he said this evening would go- just fine.
The only Fine thing about this were the China dishes your aunt had pulled out from hiding.

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