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Librarian || Bucky Barnes

Relationship: Librarian!Bucky x reader

Summary: You can’t help but slowly develop feelings for librarian Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: none!!!!!!

Word Count: 977 words

A/N: wow i just couldn’t stop thinking about soft!librarian!bucky and well here you go


Being cooped up in the library from late afternoon to early evening definitely wasn’t the ideal way you’d been wanting to spend your Thursday, but your professors clearly had other plans because they were just piling on the work. 

Although you didn’t mind, simply because the librarian happened to be the cutest boy you’d ever seen. He was tall in stature and very well built, usually wearing a large sweater of sorts paired with some simple black jeans. His brown locks were more often than not pulled into a sleek bun, a couple of strands escaping around his face. 

Your favourite days were when his hair was down, framing his face as he had to tuck the strands behind his ears as he catalogued the various assortment of books.

You remember the first time you met those bright blue eyes, being completely entranced in his gaze, his smile making butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

Do you need any help finding anything?” You heard an unfamiliar voice say behind you, startling you a bit. 

“Oh no I’m okay, I’ll just ask the librarian,” you said somewhat quietly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you admired the man standing in front of you in his dark green jumper. 

“I am the librarian, sweetheart,” he chuckled as your mouth hung open, a string of apologies flowing out as your cheeks blushed at your embarrassment.  

You’d started coming into the library more often because of him, he never failed to brighten up your day. Even if it was a simple hello you got from him, it made your stomach flutter and your heart thud in your chest. 

“Long night again, doll?” You heard a soft voice ask as you pried your tired eyes away from your textbook, “you know it is, Buck,” you giggled as his own heart fluttered loving the way his (nick)name rolled off your lips. 

“You sure you don’t need anything?” He asked, bending down so he was now eye level to you, “I’m sure,” you said sweetly as he nodded, “you know where I am if anything,” he smiled before leaving you be, leaving your heart hammering as usual. 

Bucky had become your safety net through the months, always there to hear you rant about your professors or that one group member that doesn’t do any work.

He’d been there more than once when school had gotten too much for you and you needed a distraction. He’d been more than happy to wheel in an old TV and play old cartoon while making jokes to ease your stress. 

Which is why you weren’t surprised that you had started falling for him, slowly but surely you had developed feelings for him. You never acted on those feelings knowing you’d rather stay friends and not awkward once friends. 

You were also fairly positive that a man with such good looks most definitely had a girlfriend, although you’d never asked since you didn’t exactly want to venture into that territory. 

“Doll,” you heard Bucky’s voice from where he sat at his desk, “it’s time to go,” he said as you looked up and gave him a weak smile before starting to pack up your things. 

You don’t know how it happened but Bucky had walked you back to your place one night and ever since then it had become a tradition and he refused to let you walk home alone. 

You gave him another tired smile, joining beside him as he opened the door for you, the cold autumn air nipping at the delicate skin of your face, “it’s getting cold,” you said absentmindedly as the two of you began walking back to your place. 

It must’ve been a few seconds after those words left your mouth that you felt Bucky place his beanie on top of your head, smoothing it down, “can’t have you getting cold now can we?” He teased as you let out a small laugh. 

You both walked in comfortable silence, one of you occasionally breaking it to point something out as your arms bumped against each others until you made it to the front of your building. 

“Thanks again,” you told Bucky, standing on the second step of the stairs so you were eye level with him, “it was no problem, doll,” he said softly a small smile gracing his features. 

Tonight felt different. 

Bucky had always made an effort in walking you home, especially on late night, but tonight, there was something more glinting in his eyes. He appeared a little on edge, nervous maybe as he fiddled with his fingers. 

“Hey, uh, are you busy tomorrow?” He piped up, meeting your gaze, “I shouldn’t be later in the evening, why?” You asked calmly despite the fact that your heart was beating a million miles a minutes and your thoughts were racing. 

“I was wondering i-if you’d maybe wanna grab some t-tea with me?” He stuttered and you could’ve sworn that your heart ballooned in love for the man who was always so charming now stuttering and tripping over his words. 

“I would really like that, Buck,” you said softly, a smile on your face as one appeared on his face, “I-I’ll pick you up at six?” He asked excitedly as you giggled lightly, “I’ll see you then, Bucky,” you whispered as you leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek before turning around, walking into your building leaving him looking like he slept with a hanger in his mouth. 

His heart fluttered and raced all at the same time the entire way back home as he thought about you, she said yes he mumbled to himself in disbelief as he chuckled to himself. 

“She said yes,” he repeated one last time before walking into his house, anxiously awaiting for your date with him.

Jealousy (Richie/Eddie)

Summary: In which Eddie can’t help but feel jealousy creep against his thoughts.

Prompt 97“Are you jealous?”

Prompt: 26“Open your fucking eyes, it’s so obvious that I’m in love with you!”

A/N: Thankyou for this request @wrongsmakethewordscometolife! If you wanna ask me for prompts ask away HERE. If you want to ask an ordinary request ask HERE. THIS IS HORRIBLY RUSHED IM SORRY BUT I HAVE SO MANY REQUESTS AND I WANT TO POST AS MANY AS POSSIBLE

Eddie sighed in frustration with tired legs, crawling back up from out of the water with the rest of the losers club. He fixed his white briefs and found himself standing up despite his legs practically wobbling from kicking them that much under water; this was because Eddie was in fact too short to stand up properly under the water.

The others sat down, stretching their limbs and talking quietly amongst themselves whilst Beverly set up the boombox and somehow managing to get music echoing from the speakers.

Eddie zoned out, watching as the water swayed lightly in the lake and a grin took place on his lips. He didn’t need his inhaler today, he was fine swimming. Despite countless times of his Mom telling him to always be extra careful in deep water because of how weak he is, he was strong enough to keep his head above water and that’s all that mattered to him.

Eddie turned back around, going to engage in a conversation with one of the others until he noticed it.

Most, if not all of the boys were staring.

Eddie followed their gaze, his jaw slacked which revealed his open mouth as he noticed that all of them were staring at a sun bathing Beverly, relaxed and in her underwear. 

Sure, Beverly was pretty. Very, pretty. But what made her so enticing for all of the boys to stare at her in an alluring way? She didn’t have the best reputation with boys to begin with, which surprised Eddie as he would’ve thought some of them would’ve moved away from the thoughts that were currently going through their minds right now.

Eddie couldn’t help but feel out of place, especially because the only reason he was staring was because he was trying to find out what made he so special? Was it because she was a girl? Was it because she was a girl in her undergarments? Possibly so. 

Eddie’s eyes then shift to his friends, eyeing the way they were all in a trance. As Eddie wandered his gaze over to Richie he couldn’t help but feel his heart strings twist and turn and he helplessly allowed a sigh to release from his nostrils. Anger filled his thoughts. 

What was so special about Beverly? If she was wearing more clothes then he wouldn’t be staring at her like that, surely. She was a stupid girl. Does Richie like stupid girls? Does he like girls in general? 

Just as he stares back at Beverly with distaste roaming his tastebuds, Beverly’s head turns and glances at the boys through her fashionable shades.

All of the boys, including Eddie, look elsewhere and pretend to engage in conversation to disguise their actions. Eddie quickly squirms his steps across the path to where Stanley was sat and switches the song to something else to cover up his own acts.

Beverly merely shrugs, before looking elsewhere.


It was later on that day when the losers were all packing up to go home; Eddie and Richie left earlier than the rest as they both lived on the same road a few houses away from one another.

It was silent, with Eddie still having bad thoughts about Beverly due to an unknown emotion taking over him, almost alike to selfishness. Richie on the other hand was chewing upon gum obnoxiously loud, his mouth open when doing so. He followed up his actions by blowing a large pink bubble, before sucking it back into his mouth. He repeated this a few times until the silence was practically killing him.

“You’re awfully quiet, Eds.”

“Don’t call me fucking Eds.” Eddie grumbled, tightening his fanny pack around his hips to prevent it from slipping down his legs.

Richie was shocked at Eddie’s sudden tone, not to mention that he had been quiet for the majority of the day up until this point. “Damn, no need to be a bitch about it.” Richie mumbled, pushing his glasses up with his middle finger towards Eddie in hope he’d see it as a joke and lighten up.

He didn’t.

Eddie simply rolled his eyes and walked faster. “You’re not funny and I’m not laughing.”

Richie frowned, walking Eddie closer and closer to his house. He was growing impatient with the boys temper growing, but he was determined to find the cause of his lack of happiness and find the core reason as to why he was acting strange.

“Eds, c’mon. Don’t be like this.” Richie bounced against Eddie’s side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

Eddie scoffed, ignoring the taller boys question and grabbing Richie’s arm and shoving it off him. “Go wrap your twig arms around Beverly, I’m sure she’d fucking enjoy that considering all you did today was stare at her.”

Eddie walked quicker now, his tiny feet pacing forth. A lightbulb went off in Richie’s head as well as his lips spreading into a knowing smirk.

Richie cleared his throat, “My my, Eds. Are you jealous?

Eddie stopped in his tracks, heat rising against the skin on his face and spreading to his ears and clothed chest. He turned around with an angered look on his face.

“J-jealous? What the fuck of Richie?”

Richie’s smirk turned into a sly one, walking closer and folding his arms. “You’re jealous of me and Beverly, ain’t ya’?”

Just as Eddie was about to protest, Richie walked up and pressed his finger against Eddie’s lips teasingly, rubbing it around over them to force a funny face upon Eddie.

“Don’t answer that, I don’t want you blushing anymore than you already are.”

Eddie was horrified, he didn’t know that the heat sensation over his skin was him blushing. Why was he blushing? 

“I’m not-” Eddie stuttered, before being shushed by Richie’s finger again.

“Is this why you’ve been ignoring me all day?” Richie tilted his head, his curls flopping to one side.

Eddie averted his eyes elsewhere, feeling the shame creep up behind his shoulder. Silence was the best option for Eddie.

“Hm.” Richie hummed, moving his finger away and standing closer to Eddie. “Can I give you some advice Eds?”

Both of the two boys stood in front of Eddie’s house now, Eddie barely moving head to nod as anxiety took over. The anticipation of not knowing what ‘advice’ Richie was going to give him was killing him; Richie was dragging it out purposely to create suspense.

Richie finally spoke in a soft and gentle voice, “Open your fucking eyes, it’s so obvious that I’m in love with you.

Eddie opened his mouth, only for Richie to once again cut him off. This time, it wasn’t Richie’s finger but in fact Richie’s chapped, gum flavoured lips merging against Eddie’s own smooth pair of lips.

Eddie was quickly filled with anxious thoughts, he thought about how many germs were in a human mouth. For instance, there are actually more germs in a human mouth than a dogs. Eddie hitched for a second, before somehow gaining strength and pushing the thoughts away as he trembled into his first kiss with Richie, the boy he was falling for.

Eddie felt the heat run down his shoulders and smothering his spine, sending tingles as he twitched his fingers against Richie’s cheeks whilst on his tiptoes. Richie confidently wrapped his hands around Eddie’s hips to hold him in place for the kiss. Both of the boys had their eyes closed as they enjoyed their moment in perfect unity.

After what seemed like forever, which forever was 10 seconds in this instance, both pulled away for fresh air. Their eyes opened slowly, Eddie looking up at Richie through his eyelashes and Richie surprisingly having flushed freckles over his dotted skin.

Both boys giggled, stepping away from each other awkwardly.

“So.. so uh- don’t get jealous.” Richie chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“i don’t.. I don’t think I’ll need too.” Eddie whispered, clutching his shirt for mental and physical support.

Richie smiled down at the boy, “Well.. goodnight Eds. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With that, Richie quickly rushed off with quick steps and his arms frantically moving in-between his steps. 

Eddie watched from afar, his fingertips touching where Richie had kissed him. The bubblegum taste lingered on his own lips from Richie’s, his tongue licking at his bottom lip ever so slightly to remember how Richie melted perfectly against him with no flaws whatsoever. How Richie made him feel negatively about Eddie by making him jealous. How Richie managed to sweep Eddie up and off his feet in the end. How… Eddie loved Richie too.

“I love you too.” Eddie whispered to Richie, despite Richie being very much so far away and couldn’t possibly hear Eddie’s silent confession.

With that, Eddie turned on his heels and made his way back inside.

Humans and cats

The fastest way to get someone to be your friend is to ask them about their cat.

No, really.

Humans will go on for days about the tiny predators that live in their houses, they give them names and assign personalities, they love to show off wounds the cats have inflicted on them, they will whip out hundreds of pictures that may all look the same to you but I promise, even a modicum of appreciation will garner you the friendship you seek.

Once asked, the question is understood to be permanently on the table, and your human friend will give you cat updates from time to time. Nod and appreciate them. When the cat dies, the human will deeply mourn, so best to offer what comfort you can as if sympathizing over a deceased family member.

This will win you the human’s trust forever.

🌸Jikook🌸

Most of the Armys right including myself just got resurrected..Bless our souls..they killed us with their new album and here we are blogging from the grave. And all these new Jikook moments just resurrected me and bought me to a whole new level of heaven..


💮 Eventhough they live on the same house..they get to see each other 24/7..Jikook still couldnt resist the urge to glance and ogle at each other..


(source: kookminworld0507)


💮 in-sync lovers?!!


(Source: on pic)


💮 Rapmon being the “lowkey Jikook shipper”..trying to tease them..and look how obvious JK is.. He is so fidgety and a nervous wreck all through out.. (I’d love to see more of this everyone vs Jikook teasing game..


(Source: on pic)


💮 Jimin doesnt wanna go subtle..Of course you are going to put your boyfriend’s pic on your room..like no big deal Ayt??!! and Jk choosing their couple pic..ok ok 👌🆗 we get it..❤❤❤



Source: on pic


💮 and to end it all…❤❤❤



Bless our shipper’s heart.. We are well fed.. Now let’s stream some more and ignore all the antis and rude “shipper” who called Jikook shippers delusional..

Shall we?!!


Have a nice day everyone 🌸🌸🌸

That’s Not Me

Castiel x Reader - High school AU

A/N: The day has come! It’s this special Angel’s birthday! In celebration, here is a crappy and rushed series. I cracked the very last chapter out within like three hours, please forgive me for spelling errors or the poor quality ending.

Masterlist will be created later.

Summary: After stumbling upon a piece of graffiti in a closed down video store, you gain interest in who might have made something so gorgeous in such a small town and try to put everything together to figure it out.

Warnings: brief mention of sex

Word count: 3596

Originally posted by princesscas

It wasn’t exactly unusual to see graffiti all over the blank white walls of buildings or hidden away in the dark alleyways between houses, but it was always the same; either a racist blood red swastika or people’s tags that were sloppily painted. Unlike your father, who was a police officer, you really enjoyed the look of graffiti – if it’s actually art – and you’ve always wished you had some form of artistic talent to be able to create something so beautiful that doesn’t require words.

A recently closed down video store was to the right of you, squished in between a technology store and a music store, its windows smashed and its glass door cracked at the hinges. A hissing came from inside of the building, your eyebrows shot up in surprise as you peeked inside slowly, your head turning from left to right. It was completely dark inside, apart from the centre of the room that was illuminated by the two small windows at the back of the store.

Looking back and forth down the empty street, you climbed in through the shattered windows and carefully stepped closer until you were able to see somebody standing at the side wall that had been covered by a large shelf. The light was shining on the wall, revealing a gorgeous cluster of different hues that formed a soaring eagle, behind it were large black and white mountains that looked oddly familiar.

The man, or woman, stood in front of the wall, their hand going back and forth with a spray can as they coloured in a small section of the mountain they had earlier painted. Whoever it was, they hadn’t known you had entered the building yet, they must’ve been really into their work. It was so much more beautiful than those horrific tags on the building beside it, and you couldn’t help but stare at it in amazement.

Without thinking, you took another step closer to the wall, but only happened to step on a couple of scattered glass that must’ve been from the window. The artist turned around rapidly, but you weren’t able to see their face as a hood covered their head. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” you said, your eyes flickering back to the wall behind him, “I just wanted to see it. I-it’s really gorgeous.”

“Thanks.”

Judging by the voice, it sounded like it was a guy; a young one at that. Although, his voice was muffled by mask over his mouth and nose that was barely noticeable.

Believing that he knows you weren’t going to call the police, you took another step closer, only for him to grab his stranded backpack and run out of the back exit door. It didn’t surprise you that he ran, you probably would’ve done the same thing.

You took a couple more steps towards the wall until you had to lift your head to see the top of the mountain, which had a miniature flag with a bumblebee on it. The eagle was painted in a mix of blues, purples, pinks and yellows, and was almost as large as the wall itself. The corners of your mouth curled into a small smile, finally knowing that somebody around here might be able to change people’s opinions of graffiti. This is art, not vandalism.

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Here, have this picture of house wife Tom :^) I just imagine him being so Salty and Grumpy all the time-


Tord: TOM MAKE ME A SANDWHICH

Tom: MAKE YOUR OWN F***ING SANDWHICH YOU COMMIE BITCH

Tord: God F***ING DAMMIT TOM.


Awww look at those two cuties. Domestic Tom would be an absolute experience. He wouldn’t do Tord’s clothes, he wouldn’t make dinner- He’d literally just feed himself and the baby and just glare at Tord.

Of course he’d only do domestic shit if Tord does the same in return. Like aw fuck he made me dinner? Fine. I’ll do the dishes.

I’m working from home today. We are dog sitting and the hubs looked at me when he was leaving from work with this look of please tell me you aren’t going to leave them all alone in the house. I had planned on going in late, but decided to just work from home instead.

I keep saying I want a second dog, but dog sitting always makes me realize how perfect our dog is and that we will not ever find a dog like him.

Our dog has never gone to the bathroom in the house - I can’t say the same for the visiting ones. Fortunately, it’s only the little chihuahua mix so it’s tiny, but still not fun to wake up to in the am.

They can be pretty cute though…this is from yesterday.

anonymous asked:

yoooooo can we get some kuguteru headcanons if at all possible? :0 (the same anon as the last kuguteru ask, wouldya look at tht)

I went back to read your previous ask AND LET ME TELL YOU I AM ALL FOR SELECTIVE MUTE (OR AT THE VERY LEAST NONVERBAL) KUGURI AND SUPPORTIVE BOYFRIEND TERUSHIMA!!

  • Kuguri feeling guilty for not being able to express his affection verbally, so he shows it with constantly physical contact. Whether it’s just having their shoulders touch to full on hugging
  • Their dates usually involve going out to a place that Teru picked and going back to one of their houses (or their shared apartment after they graduate). Kuguri doesn’t mind going out, as long as he doesn’t have to socialize with anyone besides his boyfriend
  • Nohebi catching Kuguri smiling softly at his phone one day after practice and the others teasingly ask “What? Texting your boyfriend?” and he just looks up at them and silently nods. Immediately after Nohebi hunts down this so called Terushima Yuuji all the way to Miyagi and interrogated him
  • Johzenji being super excited when they hear that their captain got a boyfriend, but being even more shocked when they meet the quiet first year. Nonetheless they accept him with loving arms
  • Cheek kisses are like “I love you” for Kuguri and he constantly gives them to Teru. Teru doesn’t realize the meaning behind them until one day he gives Kuguri one and he immediately flares red and just look at him with wide eyes
  • After Nohebi does their research on Teru they think he’s a complete delinquent and tries to convince Kuguri that he’s a bad guy. Kuguri immediately starts defending his boyfriend and his team is shock to hear him talk so much and apologize for jumping to conclusion
  • The first time Kuguri talked openly with Teru was when they were at his place just cuddling on the couch with the TV playing in the background. Although surprised and overjoyed, Teru remained calm and acted like nothing was going on in fear of spooking Kuguri back to silence
  • Their first kiss was in the spur of the moment, after Kuguri first said I loved you out loud. Teru couldn’t contain his happiness and just grabbed him

anonymous asked:

Can you please do BTS as dads?

(this is based on their sun signs)

Jin 

  • the fun dad
  • looks like he hasn’t aged since he was 20
  • probably the least strict
  • because sagittariuses value freedom and independence 
  • they want their children to be their own people
  • super chill
  • doesn’t believe in strict punishment
  • cooks better than their mom
  • loves adventures
  • takes his kids camping, to amusement parks, anywhere they want
  • d a d j o k e s
  • always bright and sunny and cheers them up his humor
  • or makes them cringe
  • “dad im hungry” “hi hungry im dad”
  • [windshield wiper laugh]
  • instills strong morals and values in his kids

Originally posted by yoongiski

Yoongi

  • the affectionate dad
  • pisces are very compassionate, patient, and understanding
  • so he’d be able to handle kids and their moodiness really well
  • the person they always go to for comfort and advice
  • loves spending time with his kids
  • always makes them feel loved and appreciated
  • encourages their creativity
  • shares his love of music with them
  • “kiddos u know back in the day i was kinda a big deal. they called me suga”
  • “dad we literally live right next door to the bangtan uncles”
  • makes his kids hold each other’s hands when they start arguing
  • cries on the first day of kindergarten
  • the type to take pics and make scrapbooks and record videos to keep memories
  • and cry proud-father-tears when rewatching them

Originally posted by shootingfingerhearts

Hoseok 

  • the cool dad
  • another one that’s not strict
  • encourages his kids to be unique and individual
  • wants them to have a high self esteem and not follow the crowd
  • would raise really artsy kids who have a unique fashion sense
  • lowkey would be fine with them breaking some rules
  • high fives them when they stand up to mean teachers or bullies
  • pranks his kids
  • acts more like their friend 
  • so so supportive
  • shows up to every sports game or performance and screams louder than all other parents

Originally posted by btsreactionsandgifs

Namjoon

  • the overprotective dad
  • his little ones would probably inherit his god of destruction gene
  • so you’d come home one day and he’s wrapping them in bubble wrap
  • puts all his energy into raising his kids
  • lowkey strict
  • but only because he wants to see them shine 
  • the house runs so well
  • they go to bed at exactly the same time every day
  • sets a curfew
  • has those “my child is an honor roll student” stickers on his car
  • brags to other parents about how gifted they are
  • embarrasses them in public
  • his kids look up to him a lot

Originally posted by yayaruizc

Jimin 

  • the hot dad
  • teachers flirt with him during pta meetings
  • impresses their classmates by picking them up in his nice car
  • all his daughter’s friends have a crush on him
  • his kids will be super popular 
  • always fair
  • can defuse fights between them like a pro
  • creates a calm, peaceful, and beautiful home
  • his kids are always the best dressed
  • has a really good relationship with their mom and takes her out on dates every weekend
  • a good listener
  • is like their friend and has a really tight bond with them

Originally posted by jiminboi

Taehyung 

  • the rich dad
  • his family will live in the nicest biggest house
  • works hard to make sure they’re financially secure
  • always away on some business trip
  • but comes home with so many gifts
  • puts his kids in the best private school
  • spoils them
  • but still keeps them down to earth
  • his kids have good manners from a young age
  • teaches them the importance of hard work and discipline
  • old fashioned
  • the type to say “i’m your father, listen to me” all the time
  • loves taking his family on fun extravagant vacations every summer
  • super proud of every little thing his kids accomplish
  • keeps pictures of them in his (gucci) wallet

Originally posted by jinmini

Jungkook

  • the organized dad
  • has his shit together
  • super reliable and dependable
  • keeps everything neat and tidy
  • helps the mom with cooking and chores
  • color coordinates and name tags all their toys and clothes
  • makes them cute lunch boxes with supportive messages every day
  • sings them to sleep
  • tries to be strict but fails
  • “son it’s time to study please get off the computer. wait…is that overwatch? ….okay one more round if i can join”
  • a bit of a worry wart
  • always thinking about their well being and safety
  • when they get sick he flips out
  • “y/n according to webmd they’re dying. i’ve failed as a father. this is it.”
  • “jungkook pls calm down it’s just a cold”
  • puts his little ones in sports or dancing and takes them to practice
  • supports the heck out of them

Originally posted by jiminboi

Every horror game protag: *Meticulously goes through the dilapidated maze-like rooms and hallways of the Horror House, braving its murderous inhabitants and various traps, looking for puzzle pieces that’ll open all the locked doors which will lead even further into the house and to even more puzzle doors*

Me, if I were in the same situation:

8

I’ve been in the world 37 hours. I’ve seen pancakes, and a stairs, and birds, and windows, and hundreds of cars. And clouds, and police, and doctors, and grandma and grandpa. But Ma says they don’t live together in the hammock house anymore. Grandma lives there with her friend Leo now. And Grandpa lives far away. I’ve seen persons with different faces, and bigness, and smells, talking all together. The world’s like all TV planets on at the same time, so I don’t know which way to look and listen. There’s doors and… more doors. And behind all the doors, there’s another inside, and another outside. And things happen, happen, HAPPENING. It never stops. Plus, the world’s always changing brightness, and hotness. And there’s invisible germs floating everywhere. When I was small, I only knew small things. But now I’m five, I know EVERYTHING!

Hemsworth, Evans, Pratt, and Pine, how many Chris’s get to survive?

Originally posted by tanakakeiji

When Chris Pine hosted Saturday Night Live last May, he started his monologue by trying to clear up any lingering audience confusion about, well, who he is. It didn’t help my mom any - but then, she could play a game of Memory in which all the cards were Reese Witherspoon and still not make any matches. 

As Pine’s lesson demonstrated, differentiating between the Chris’s can get tough very fast. Not only are they all leads in popular big-budget sci-fi/superhero franchises, they’re also all tall, blonde-adjacent strongmen of the sort that probably featured in the scary stories of Ancient Roman kids for centuries (”…and then she realized that the Gallic war cry was coming from inside the house!”). 

Pine played Steve Trevor, a hero of World War I, while Evans played Steve Rogers, a hero of World War II. Hemsworth played Captain Kirk the elder, and Pine played Captain Kirk the younger, in the same movie. 

It gets even more complicated when you look at their character arcs. If your name is Chris and you’re starring in a recent blockbuster epic, you’ve got a pretty good chance (let’s say a “Sean Bean chance”) of ending up alone in a cockpit making peace with your choices as you barrel toward a certain (or mostly certain) end. 

Originally posted by entertainmentweekly

Because that’s what these characters tend to do: They make self-sacrifices.  Grand, tragic, gazing-longingly, sighing, self-sacrifices.

Originally posted by celebritiesandmovies

There’s a lot of great analysis to be done on the construction and historical parallels of the visual and narrative replication of this particular character, but for now, here’s a meme:

Hi, i’m here to put down a compilation of interesting details of Villainous from what I could see.

It is too much to say that english isn’t my main lenguaje so please, be polite

Ok, to begin, there’s a blueprint of Dementia in the first episode:

I guess it can be a robot version, right?

“Don’t try to run - BH”:

I love the way those Black hat look at each other in shock when Dementia makes appear the bara Black Hat:

lil  dufus Black Hat eating the same sandwich that Flug create:

In other chapter there’s a poster of what I think is a cat with a paperbag, like Dr. Flug:

it’s obvious that his eye got blanc:

there’s a cerberus-look-like ghost

You can think there’s not much to see, but then they change the scene toward Dementia and 505, when they put Black Hat again:

the blackboard changes…

In this short you can see that Black Hat is obviously obsessed with hats (or, that they reprecent him), then again, besides of the knight armor with Undine’s hair, suit design and tophat, there’s a medieval shield with a dragon with tophat AND A BUTT HERO in the wall

Black Hat’s house have a crashed plane

the same crashed plane that you can see in Dr. Flug shirt all the time:

Ok, it can be not the same but it looks like it

In this scene, if you are careful enough, can ear the “crack” sound of something

I guess it’s Black Hat’s neck, because he turns around his head AND THEN, his whole body

I noticed this in the HD version

charming Black Hat is drooling and have have tiny skull in his monocle

In this room background (is this a laboratory?) you can see an Edison Poster and two pictures. One of Dr. Flug

Dementia’s cute doll

and this:

What? there’s nothing wrong with this picture, it’s only an evil family statue to finish the post.

Man, this show is fantastic and It’s full of amazing little details, isn’t it?

Slytherin x Ravenclaw

- first of all, sytherin is absolutely adorable. like puppy-in-a-tea-cup adorable

- except the puppy is a pit bull and it’s angry 

- so like cute as hell and kind of terrifying 

- ravenclaw is weird; they spend more time in their own head than in the real world

- *stubs toe* “oh fudge

- has a weird fashion sense that they get bullied for

- until slytherin secretly took the bullies aside and threatened to shove their wands so far up their asses they sneeze splinters

- definitely partners in crime 

- like they would be notorious for their pranks, worse than Fred and George 

- slytherin would have sadistic glee in coming up with them

- ravenclaw figures out the logistics. nothing is more satisfying than seeing that marshmallow fluff land exactly where they wanted it to 

- most things they do are out of boredom 

- “hey so I found this in the potion stores the other day—" 

- "baneberry potion? dude, you could kill a city with that shit.”

- *smirks like the grinch* “I know." 

- they would skip a lot of class, but only because they know everything already 

- slytherin being protective of ravenclaw

- *hugs slytherin*

- “um”

- “..”

- “ok this can stop now”

- *hugs them tighter*

- “..ok”

- ravenclaw getting really excited about the nerdiest things, like figuring out a new potion or seeing a rare butterfly

- and slytherin just smiles and thinks they look so adorable

- not being very into PDA, but they always link pinkies whenever they’re next to each other

- braiding each other’s hair and taking it really seriously

- “I’m so glad we hate all the same people”

Landlord is jealous of my income, raises my rent $500. I screw him years later for $20k.

All names have been changed. Long story:

In the late ‘90s wife and I were just married, just getting started, and we decided to DINK (“double income, no kids”) it for a few years to save up for a down payment on a house.

The dotcom bubble was still rising and I was a newly minted software developer. I had an entry-level job for a while and then got recruited to a new city and a new job that paid 3x what I was making before. It was an offer too good to pass up. I ran the numbers and it was a no-brainer: by living frugally and saving my entire salary, living off just her income, we would easily have enough in a year to put 20% down payment on a new house.

We rented an apartment in the new city that was listed for $950/mo. The landlord was a real estate agent who owned a two-bedroom condo as an investment property. Let’s call him “Hank Wazowski”. Hank was a thin, gray, no-nonsense guy. He was pleasant enough, but perfunctory, dry, and had no sense of humor. He made a point of explaining that under no circumstances was he responsible for maintaining the garbage disposal and that it was NOT included in the rental agreement and he would not be responsible for fixing it were it to break. Um, ok.

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Dom just stay calling it like it is. This is why we all knew this season was going to be a problem with the cast was first revealed because representation and diversity matters. It helps when you’re in the house with other people who look like you and share your experiences as poc just like it’s important for us the viewers to see more people who look just like us. That’s why Da’Vonne and Zakiyah were surprised to see two chocolate drops in the same season. The same with Danielle and Neeley. This show needs to do better with diversity. Perhaps if we had better diversity this season Dom wouldn’t be going through what she’s going through right now. Perhaps. But we won’t ever know for sure if we just get a season like the one we have right now with simply one black woman in the house. They need to do better. 

Jealousy || Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Originally posted by elizabethccoper

Request: Do you do one shots too or only imagines? If you do, I was thinking maybe an teen wolf x Riverdale crossover. Like the reader goes to Riverdale for the summer to hang out with her cousin that just moved there (Veronica) and she meets jughead and he reminds her of stiles the guy she’s been in love with since forever and she starts getting close to jug and Stiles finds out and gets jealous bc he’s lowkey in love with her too and he goes to Riverdale to get her and maybe there’s some angst and smut

A/n: I haven’t posted anything in months (probably 6 months? Idk) and I’m really sorry about that. I had zero motivation to write anything and if I did nothing would come to me, so I’m really sorry. But now I’m back with school almost being over, I have a lot of time now. So enjoy this imagine that I wrote and sorry if it isn’t perfect and sorry if there’s any grammar error. Love you guys x

“Do you have to go?” A sad looking Stiles asked from across the room. You sighed, nodding your head as you packed some clothes in your suitcase. Stiles let out a puff and got up from the chair he was sitting in and walked over to your bed. “I don’t want you to.”

 “Stiles, it’s just the summer. It would go by pretty fast.” You told the brown haired boy and gave him a smile. He gave you a forced smile and you threw the shirt you had in your hands at him. Stiles let out a loud squeak, making you burst out laughing. 

 “That was so not cool.” Stiles claimed, glaring at you. You stuck your tongue out at him and giggled a bit. “Tell me again why are you leaving?”

 “I haven’t seen my cousin, Veronica, in a really long time and she always lived on the other side of the states and now that she’s 5 hour away I can finally go and visit her.” You exclaimed, getting excited about the fact that you’re going to see your beloved cousin after so, so long.

 “What if a monster invades the town?” He asked and you stopped folding your clothes to look at him, raising your eyebrows at him.

 “Stiles, if anyone invades the town there’s always Scott, Malia, Lydia…” you started to say, your face feeling hot before finishing your sentence, “and they have you. If anyone can stop those monsters, it’s you..”

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What really annoys me though is this:

S6 Sansa tells Jon that there is no saving Rickon because if he’s with Ramsay then he’s already dead. We, the audience, literally have seen evidence to back this up.

Anti’s: Sansa is so heartless! That’s her brother! How dare she! What a cold-hearted bitch! 

S6 conclusion: Sansa was right. Ramsay never had any intention of freeing Rickon.

Anti’s: ……. Whatever. At least Jon tried to do something. 

S7 Sansa tells Jon that he needs to punish the houses that have betrayed House Stark, the houses that were literally complicit in capturing Rickon and abetting in his consequent murder. They didn’t just fight with Ramsay and did nothing while Sansa was being tortured and abused; Smalljon Umber captured Rickon and handed him to Ramsay. And Sansa wants to punish them, not by murdering Alys Karstark and Ned Umber, but by stripping them of titles and land. They would probably then become wards of another house as Theon was once a ward of Ned Stark’s as punishment for the Greyjoy’s rebellion against the Iron Throne. 

Anti’s: Wow, Sansa is such a conniving bitch! She just wants the throne for herself! Look at her, she wants to punish these kids. She’s so heartless! She’s going to betray Jon! 

In comparison:

S7 Arya literally murders all of the Freys as punishment for being complicit in the killing of Robb, Talisa and Catelyn. 

Same Sansa Anti’s: Oh my god, go Arya! She’s so badass! She was totally in the right! Woohoo! Vengeance! 

The hypocrisy is strong in the Anti-Sansa fandom. 

best moments of life are just.. That Feeling.. that warm warm feeling that makes laughter come easily where you just feel completely connected to someone, or a group of people, or even to yourself. or the world around you. like… god.. life is worth it just for that simple little feeling of connection. even all alone, i’ve had it flare up under my skin, found myself helpless to the unbelieving little laughs that spilled out of my lips. it’s happened in the middle of a thunderstorm, standing on the stump of my newly cut down tree, getting soaked to the bone until my skin was pebbled up in goosebumps and i was shaking, feeling giddy with that feeling that the world really is Bigger than me and really is just That Beautiful. or walking home, countless times, and taking a glance at the sunset. i keep writing down memories, on here and in journals or just simply replaying them again and again in my head because i don’t want to forget them. being drunk on a lake pier. being drunk under a bridge. zucchini bread and jumping into a river in my underwear. rollerskating and impulsive late night diner excursions. simply sitting on a blanket in a friend’s backyard, roasting marshmallows. the muggy heat at a concert, the way the bass runs through my body, dancing until my feet hurt. god, dancing in general, at prom, barefoot in the grass, doing it while drunk at a random guy’s house, in a car, alone, in my room, at 3 AM. singing off-key, to the same songs that will forever be a connection to the people i love, right now. being with the people i love, even during the quiet lulls in conversation. i don’t want to forget anything. i don’t want to forget anyone. i want to hold onto everything that i can, but look! it’s already slipped away from me, and all i’m left holding are fuzzy memories, and it’ll keep happening like that forever, but i guess that’s okay. every second is a new moment and i’m going to experience them to the best of my ability. and i just. love life a lot you know? i love the people i have a lot. and i just want to appreciate them for as long as i can, as well as i can.