also this edit is a shit ok

Ok so if anybody ordered the standard of humanz cancel that shit and buy the deluxe instead cause it honest to god feels unfinished without it. 

My only real issue with the album is that some songs feel too short, but it’s really not a problem tbh. Also I think this is the longest album yet so I don’t really have that right to complain

edit: Forgot to say that this album is skrunks approved, please listen

Tom Holland Laughing

“You know, I think I’m finally getting the hang of the British crossword.”

Illusion (Lance Tucker x Reader)

Prompts/ Summaries: You are a 20 year old gymnast, who is training for her next, and probably last Olympic Game. Although you have won gold every year since you were 16, you mother and her husband Mark were never proud of you. She wanted you to be a rich lawyer like Mark, or a socialite like she was. Your mother insists you come to her annual charity event with a boyfriend, which you don’t have, but despite being a complete dick 100% of the time, Lance volunteers to pretend to be your boyfriend for your parents. What will happen? (I mean come on now y’all, we ALL know what happens in every situation like this, but like we still read them?)

Warnings: There are none yet, but eventually there will be smut? So warning is, LANCE TUCKER JUST BEING A SEX GOD 100% OF THE TIME BECAUSE BITCH THAT’S A WARNING ON ITS OWN <3

(NOTE: I LOVE LANCE TUCKER SO MUCH AND I FEEL LIKE HE IS A DICK TO COVER UP FOR SHIT HE DEALS ON HIS OWN, NOT THAT I CONDONE BEING AN ASSHOLE ALL THE TIME, BUT LIKE I’M AN ASSHOLE ALL THE SO SO I RELATE BECAUSE I FIND US BOTH EXTREMELY SIMILAR WITH VERY FEW DIFFERENCES? I’M A SUCKER FOR THE ASSHOLES AND I ALWAYS FIND A REASON TO DEFEND THEM.??)

I WROTE THIS FOR YA GIRL, ME, BECAUSE I’M COMPLETE LANCE TUCKER TRASH LIKE FUCK ME UP BITCH, GIVE ME THAT GOLD. OK I’M DONE

ALSO I DIDN’T PROOF READ THIS BECAUSE I WAS EXCITED FOR IT TO BE POSTED SO I’LL PROBABLY MAKE EDITS LATER.

LAST THING

SO I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT GYMNASTICS SO I USED GIFS FROM TUMBLR, I FORGOT TO CITE THEM SO IF YOU WANT TO SEE THE SOURCES YALL CAN JUST TYPE IN “GYMNASTICS GIFS” ON TUMBLR



Part One

“Keep it tight or you’ll never hit the landing on dismount. You never get it right, and honestly how you took the gold last year is beyond me.” Lance walked up to you and looked dawn at you.

You stood with your hands on your hips, taking a deep breath. “Seriously Y/N, am I going to have to tie your legs together or something?”

“No.”

“Do it right next time or I swear I’ll do it.” Lance walked back from the mat and headed towards the cooler to grab a water. You rolled your eyes and walked back to the bar. You looked over at Lance, who wasn’t even paying attention before looking back to the bar and jumped. You gained your momentum and began doing the routine.

Once it came time to dismount you prepared yourself and let go, flipping and hitting the mat with the heels of your feet, almost maintaining your balance but ultimately losing and falling onto your back. You put your hands over your eyes and forehead sighing loudly while Lance started yelling again, his voice growing louder as he neared you. You shut him out and just focused on your breathing, trying to calm yourself of all the stress that had clouded your head lately. Your parents were on your ass about moving on and doing something else with your life, since they never really were supportive of your gymnastics.

“Y/N! Are you even listening to me?”

“It’s hard not to when you’re fucking screaming.”

“Watch it.” Lance squatted down next to you. “That attitude shit isn’t going to get you anywhere with me.”

You sat up and looked at your coach.

“What the hell is going on? You were perfect, haven’t missed anything for what, 4 years now? You’re probably on your last campaign this year, you are almost 21, you’re already pushing it. So don’t you want to go out with gold this year and stick it to the nation?”

“Yeah of course I do,” You put your head in your hands in defeat.

“Well, no offense, you’re not really showing it.” Lance moved from his squat and sat next to you on the mat. “Listen, what’s going on? Seriously. I’ve been your coach for 2 campaigns now and you’ve never been this distracted.”

“It’s just family stuff. I don’t want to talk about it.” You stood up and ran your hand across your forehead, covering it in a light layer of chalk. “I’m gonna get some water and go again.” You went to walk away when Lance grabbed your wrist.

“Sit down, you’re done for today.”

“I can go again it’s fine.”

“Y/N. You’re going to injure yourself if you keep practicing distracted.”

“I’m fine.”

“Clearly you aren’t.” Lance stood up and stepped closer to you. You looked up at his tall frame, slightly scared at the sudden aggression. “You’re not the coach, and you’re not the expert. If you wanted to coach yourself, I’ll leave. No problem.”

“You’re such an asshole. You know that right?”

“Yet here you are, still standing here. Still paying me to coach you.”

You rolled your eyes and began walking way.

“Be here tomorrow. 8am.”

“Yeah I know.”

You went into the locker room and changed into jeans and a t shirt. You let your hair down and ran some water on your face. You put your back on your shoulder and walked out into the main gym area. Lance had retired into his office in the back corner of the room. You walked over and knocked on the open door. Lance was behind his desk on his phone. When your presence was known, Lance ushered you in.

“I just wanted to say sorry for today, and that I’ll see ya tomorrow.”

“Close the door Y/N.”

You walked completely in and closed the door before turning back to Lance’s desk. He signaled for you to sit in the chair in front of the desk and you did, crossing your legs underneath you. Lance walked out in front of the desk and sat on the top of it.

“Honestly, what the hell is going on.” He sat and crossed his arms, still chewing on his gum.

You took a deep breath and leaned on the arm of the chair with your arm. “You know my parents right? All of them, my mom and Mark and my dad and Dana?”

“Yeah. I met them last year.”

“Well my mother has become such an uptight bitch since my dad left her and she met Mark. So in recent years, she’s wanted me to quit gymnastics. She has been harassing me about getting a man and settling down and, to quote her, “Stop wasting my time with gymnastics.” To her, being an Olympic gold medalist, is nothing. My real father and Dana are great but, my mother is just so fucking spiteful.”

“But your piece of shit mother isn’t your fault, so why are you taking the blame?”

“I don’t know. My mom is having this uppity society event next week, which I’m supposed to attend, and I don’t even want to think about showing up alone to be ridiculed by my mother all fucking night.” You laughed at how pathetic you sounded explaining the situation. “Which now sounds really fucking pathetic when I’m saying it out loud. Like I live on my own I shouldn’t care what my mom thinks.”

“Well I’d hate it if my parents didn’t accept my passion, but unfortunately I was forced into it and grew to enjoy it. But having a need to impress your parents is something that everyone has, and if you don’t wanna impress your parents then you’re trying to impress someone else. It’s human nature.”

You were shocked Lance was being nice and sympathetic about everything, you didn’t think he was capable of experiencing those emotions.

“Fuck your mom and that fucking asshole Mark. Fuck them both. You’re a fucking Olympic gold medalist and if that isn’t fucking impressive, then nothing will impress them. I relish in the fact that I won gold and silver.” You rolled your eyes. He ALWAYS relished in that. “I worked fucking hard for it, and you have worked hard for it. So fuck them, I don’t know what else to tell you.”

“Thanks… Lance, you’re being oddly nice.”

“I can’t be an asshole all the time, sometimes I change it up.”

You laughed and covered your mouth. “That’s bullshit. You’re always an asshole, there is no ‘mixing it up’ with you. But hell, if this whole coaching thing ends up not working out, you’d be a great comedian. Or prostitute, I mean might as well get paid for everything you fuck.”

“Your real fucking funny aren’t you?”

“I’m just calling it how it is.” You and Lance always bickered back in forth. You guys got along for the most part. “Ok I’m going to leave, but honestly thanks for telling me how it is, I always count on that.”

You stood from your chair and headed towards the door.

“Oh and Y/N.” You turned and looked at Lance who still was half sitting on his desk, arms still crossed. “If you ever feel lonely, and need some comfort. You have my number.” Lance smirked and winked at you causing you to fake gag and turn out of the room.

“In your fucking dreams, Tucker.” You closed the door and headed out of the gym. You tossed your bag in the back seat and got in your car. Lance’s office faced the parking lot and he was standing in the window looking at you. He brought his hand up to be a phone and mouthed “Give me a call” and smirked again before walking away. You started your car and pulled out of the parking lot into the Los Angeles sunset. Your roommate was out of town for the week so you had the apartment to yourself. You decided since you had a dreadful day, you were going to treat yourself to some junk food since you had been eating only 600 calories for the last 3 weeks. You didn’t want to get sick by introducing a bunch of unhealthy foods back into your life, so you just stopped and got some Chinese before heading back to your house. You took a quick shower, and changed into comfortable clothing before heading to your couch and turning on Netflix. You have been binge watching Gossip Girl whenever you found the time, which was never. After 2 or 3 episodes, you had finished your Chinese and already passed out on the couch, ready for training tomorrow, hoping it’d be a better day.

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You pulled your hair back away from your face as you walked into the gym, your bag over your shoulder again. You opened the doors and felt the cool air conditioning it your face. It was a muggy day today. There were a few others in the gym today already working since it was almost noon. You waved hello and headed towards the locker room. Walking past Lance’s office, you saw him standing looking out to everyone in the main area on the phone. You waved as you passed and he nodded his head deep in conversation. You changed into your leotard and shorts and wrapped your wrist. You made sure your hair was tight and walked into the open room and towards the white board in the corner. It had a list of everyone who was training today and what they were supposed to be working on specifically. You were the only veteran gymnast training now, everyone else was working on being new Olympians. There were 3 other girls working on bars and beams today, and 2 guys working with one of the other coaches. The space next to your name was blank, so you just figured you could do whatever. Seeing that you worked on your bars routine for 4 hours yesterday, you wanted to take a break and go to the side room to work on your floor routine. The 3 Olympic standard floor mats were empty, as there was only a hand full of people in the gym today.

You walked to the surround sound speaker and plugged in your phone, going to your Spotify and playing the playlist called, “The Most Beautiful Songs in The World”. This playlist always calmed you and seemed to play into your soul. A song called “What’s Good” by Fenne Lily started playing and you went to the middle of the mat to stretch. Starting with your arms, you swung them around and made sure each joint was ready to support your body weight. After you were comfortable with your arms, shoulders, and neck, you moved onto your legs. First stretch out your feet and calves, you knew your main focal point would be your hamstrings. You had pulled you hamstring your first campaign and it always got sore faster than your other muscles did, but you were cleared to perform after 6 months of physical therapy. You did your 3 splits and lung style stretches to warm up your thighs, hamstring, and your inner thigh. After finishing with a handstand, you were ready to practice. You walked to your phone and put on your routine instrumental.

You went to the corner and took a deep breath, closing your eyes before reopening them and looking at the other corner, imagining yourself sticking the landing and nailing your routine. You took a few steps back and began running. You let your body do what it already knew how to and trusted yourself as you jumped and let your feet leave the mat, only to be replaced by your hands as you propelled yourself off the ground and flipped.

You landed on your feet, for only a moment before pushing yourself up higher for another. You had reached the opposite corner of the mat once your feet hit the ground. You stuck the landing throwing your arms up in a pose, before taking a step back to complete your second run. You did your jump again and took off again, propelling yourself to do a pike.

Once you landed your hands shot back up in a pose, before doing your final run. You ran and did a flip before landing and doing a jumping split.

You did your final few poses and your routine was over. You put your arms down and began focusing on slowing your breathing a bit. You heard clapping from behind and you turned to the door to see Lance standing there smiling.

“That was really fucking good.” He walked towards the mat and you went to turn off your playlist, grabbing your bottle of water and meeting him on the side of the mat.

“Thanks, it’s a new routine so it needs a lot of work still.”

“No. It’s honestly pretty great. Congratulations, I think it’s worth a gold medal kid.”

You beamed at him and sat down, stretching your legs a bit more.

“Do you feel better than yesterday?”

“Yeah I slept pretty good. So, I think that helped.”

“Good. I’m happy, I can’t have my best gymnast injuring herself over her bs family.”

“Yeah, I agree.”

“It just let’s her win.” Lance sat down next to you. “If you wanna annoy her, don’t let what she says get to you. Make it so you could give less than 2 shits what she says. I also have another idea too.”

“And what is that Mister Helpful?”

“Well you said your mom has a charity thing next week right?”

“Yeah?”

“Well what if, I came with you, and pretended that I was your boyfriend so your mom won’t give you shit?”

You choked on the water that you had been drinking. “What?”

“It’ll solely be so you can stop worrying about your mother’s approval, and can focus on trials in 2 weeks.”

“You’re joking right?”

“No. What I’m not good enough to be your fake boyfriend?”

“No, I’d just never fucking date you.”

“You’re acting as if I’m gonna actually try to date you. I don’t do the dating thing.”

“I couldn’t tell.”

Lance stood up, getting annoyed now. “Ok fine, fuck you then. I don’t need to do this. I want you to stop acting like a little bitch, but whatever, be fucking miserable for all I care.” Lance pulled out his phone and started walking away.

“Lance, wait.”

He turned around and smirked. “Yeah?”

“Will you still do it?”

“Maybe, if you get on your knees,” He leaned his head down and looked at you through the tops of his eyes. “and beg.”

“You’re fucking disgusting.”

“Hey, I’m fucking with you. Yes, I’ll still do it, if you’ll cut the shit.”

You smiled and jumped up, hugging him. He was so tall your feet came off the ground. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged back. Once you were back on the ground, you looked up at him.

“I’m going to call her and let her know I’ll be bringing my “boyfriend” with to the party.”

“Alright, I’m sure this is going to be,” Lance took a second and rolled his eyes with his hands on his hips. “fun?” His toned laced with sarcasm. You responded with an eye roll as well.

“It was your idea.”

“Don’t remind me. When you’re done run the routine again. I’m going to check on the others.” Lance turned around, popping his gum and walking back into the main room.

@lancefuckrr ( hi you said to tag you, I hope you like it and send me your thoughts. It means so much to me)

I’m chasing a ghost
A feeling that’s haunted me for years 
Every time I get close it’s gone

Am I living a lie?
Well, maybe I just expect too much
Maybe it’s time I try for more 

 I will tear my sky
To make it through the night
I will take back my pride
And live while I breathe, live while I breathe 

I will move the ground 
I will pull the curtains down 
Wear my fist on my sleeve
And live while I breathe, live while I breathe 

(x)

Bad Habit

Part 5

(Pietro Maximoff x Reader) (M)

You got yourself a (real) bad habit for him.

Words: 1434 Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood

Can you save Bucky?

An: I know I’m shit at updating, sorry this took so long been having serious writer’s block and been super busy with work and the little boy. Also had to edit this on mobile so apologies if it’s messed up! Split the chapters up a bit aswell as I realised each one was 3000+ words! Hope it’s ok, if anyone’s still reading! 😜 x

Tags:  @goal-mine  (Let me know if you want to be tagged in this or anything else)

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For a moment the world seems to be in slow motion, Bucky’s eyes meet yours just before he tumbles over the edge and your scream rips through your body all the pain you were feeling forgotten as you run to the edge of the window. Steve was beside you in an instant bracing himself to jump after his friend.

“What have I done?” Wanda sobs behind you, crumpled on the floor rocking back and forth. You put your arm out to stop Steve from jumping, a knowing glance passing between you both.

“Steve, I can save him.”

Steve closes his eyes, contemplating what to do. Your power was dangerous and unpredictable, much like Wanda’s, it was a huge risk. Letting out a breath he opens his eyes and nods.

“Do it.″

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ok so a couple things 

I’m obviously coming back after a few months of inactivity, its gonna be a clean slate thing. I changed (and removed) some stuff in Felix’s about so feel free to check that out (I would appreciate it greatly esp since one of the changes is his sexuality and gender identity) and will continue to make minor changes from here, including a no live action face claim. 

okie that’s about it update wise for now thank you for reading ! hopefully i’ll get into full fledged writing within the week

it’s you; a very angsty zayn/louis playlist

who doesn’t like a lil of angst on their lives, right? this mix its quite long, it has 80+ songs so yeah. thanks to everyone who sent me songs to add to this. ♡ 

enjoy!

lonely star – the weeknd || alone together  – fall out boy || hello  – adele || sorry  – justin bieber || jealous  – labrinth || 6, 8, 12  – brian mcknight || fourth of july  – fall out boy || ribs  – lorde || for him.  – troye sivan || shameless  – the weeknd || i am trying to break your heart  – wilco || almost lover  – a fine frenzy || nothing’s gonna hurt you baby  – cigarretes after sex || cosmic love  – florence + the machine || lost boy  – troye sivan || what a feeling  – one direction || youth  – troye sivan || sweater weather  – the neighbourhood || right hand  – drake || the town  – the weeknd || fallingforyou  – the 1975 || no light, no light  – florence + the machine || all i want  – kodaline || i found  – amber run || twin size mattress  – the front bottoms || friends  – ed sheeran || twin skeleton’s  – fall out boy || the beach  – the neighbourhood || sunset  –   the xx || little talks  – of monster and men || to the top  – twin shadow || too close  – alex clare || affection – cigarretes after sex || in my veins  – andrew belle || keep on loving you  – cigarretes after sex || talk me down  – troye sivan || walking in the wind  – one direction || rolling stone  – the weeknd || december  – neck deep || pretty  – the weeknd || say something  – a great big world || idfc  – blackbear || cough it out  – the front bottoms || i’m a firefighter  – cigarretes after sex || swimming pool  – the front bottoms || the boy who blocked his own shot  – brand new || andria  – la dispute || dreaming of you  – cigarretes after sex || king  – years & years || gravity  – sara bareilles || sidekick  – walk the moon || favorite record  – fall out boy || just kids   – alex & sierra || electric twist  – a fine frenzy || come home  – onerepublic || i love you  – woodkid || honest  – the neighbourhood || til my heart stops  – too far moon || running back to you  – for the foxes || the way we were  – the summer set || sure thing  – miguel || california king bed  – rihanna || half a heart  – one direction || nicotine  – panic! at the disco || lucky ones  – lana del rey || hourglass  – catfish and the bottlemen || the only one  – the black keys || sleeping with a friend  – neon trees || superhuman touch  – athlete || still into you  – paramore || venus  – sleeping at last || proof  – paramore || i lied  – nicki minaj || when we were young  – adele || love you goodbye – one direction || it’s you  – zayn || history  – one direction || i hate u, i love u  – gnash || uptown boys  – netherfriends || a.m.  – one direction || other people  – beach house || ffyl  – quinn xcii || against all ods (take a look at me now)  – phill collins || i don’t wanna love you anymore  – real friends || summer  – real friends || suburbia  – troye sivan

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Build Your Bridges Humbly - snowbaz

dev!!!!! my Boy. also a bit of a lil shit but i lvoe him anyways. also this is like my sixth fic tonight and im strugglin y’all why does this happen

HI OK EDIT: I genuinely did not know that baz and dev were cousins so i cut out that one bit that said baz had feelings for him (v v sorry i didnt know)

Genre: Angst/minor fluff

Warnings: car crash (non-graphic), dissociation

Calling for help at 2am would have a better response if you didn’t have a qualm or two about your best friend’s boyfriend.

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