and i was like okay and i turned to leave

  • Guy on train: I'd fuck you if you didn't have so many tattoos.
  • Me: *turns up music*
  • Guy: I said I'd fuck you if you didn't have so many tattoos!
  • Me: *takes off headphones* Leave. Me. Alone.
  • Guy: Why the fuck do you have so many tattoos?
  • Me:
  • Guy: Are you fucking deaf as well as a piece of trash?
  • Lady by door: Hey. Leave her alone.
  • Guy: Are you her trash girlfriend? Fucking dykes, all tattooed like fucking men. Disgusting waste of pussy.
  • Lady: *moves forward, carefully moves jacket so only I can see the badge on her belt* Are you okay?
  • Me: Fine. Just wish he'd go away.
  • Lady cop: I can make that happen.
  • Guy: Oh, yeah, bitch? Who the fuck are you? I'll kill you!
  • Lady cop: And that's what I was waiting for. *grabs guy, holds him against the door* Harassing women on the train was enough, but you just threatened a cop. You're battin' a thousand tonight.
  • Entire train: *applauds*
“the last of us” inspired sentence starters

change pronouns/ect if necessary

  • “i sell hardcore drugs.”
  • “we need help.”
  • “you’re gonna be okay.”
  • “believe in the fireflies.”
  • “got enough ration cards to last us a few months.”
  • “be careful.”
  • “i am the romantic type.”
  • “don’t leave me to turn.”
  • “it’s gettin’ close to curfew.”
  • “going outside the wall is suicide.”
  • “you mumble in your sleep.”
  • “i hate bad dreams.”
  • “it’s called luck—and it’s gonna run out.”
  • “are you still breathing?”
  • “we’re shitty people.”
  • “our luck had to run out sooner or later.”
  • “don’t touch me.”
  • “she’s infected.”
  • “just fucking go.”
  • “i can’t swim.”
  • “does it sound like i know how to whistle?”
  • “i’m a pretty good shot with that thing.”
  • “let’s get the hell outta here.”
  • “goddammit—i’m clean!”
  • “i owe you nothin’.”
  • “there’s one inside.”
  • “it’s the normal people that scare me.”
  • “you of all people should understand that.”
  • “i can handle myself.”
  • “once upon a time, i had somebody i had to look after.”
  • “you don’t need to worry about me.”
  • “fuckin’ hunters.”
  • “i’ve been on both sides.”
  • “so–you kill a lot of innocent people?”
  • “you sacrifice the few to save the many.”
  • “i don’t think they saw us.”
  • “trust me, it ain’t easy.”
  • “damn it—spores.”
  • “somethin’ on your mind?”
  • “you make every shot count.”
  • “just so we’re clear… it was either him or me.”
  • “how’d i do?”
  • “yeah, well, i was tryin’ to kill you.”
  • “you’re bleeding.”
  • “we can help each other.”
  • “i saved you!”
  • “you wanna hear a joke about pizza? …never mind, it was too cheesy.”
  • “how is it you’re never scared?”
  • “what are you scared of?”
  • “i’m scared of ending up alone.”
  • “it’s all your fault!”
  • “thanks for not blowin’ my head off.”
  • “you survived because of me.”
  • “you lay your hands on me again, it won’t end well for you.”
  • “you still remember how to kill, right?”
  • “hey, hey—are you hurt?”
  • “i guess we’re both disappointed with each other, then.”
  • “what do you want from me?”
  • “i can’t get infected!”
  • “you are treading on some mighty thin ice here.”
  • “i’ve lost people, too.”
  • “you have no idea what loss is.”
  • “everyone i’ve ever cared for has either died or left me.”
  • “sounds like runners.”
  • “can you walk?”
  • “stay the fuck back!”
  • “i think we’re safe.”
  • “you’re a better shot with that thing than i am.”
  • “don’t sound so disappointed.”
  • “you handled yourself pretty nice back there.”
  • “i believe that everything happens for a reason.”
  • “you’re just a kid.”
  • “i can protect you.”
  • “i’ll come back for you.”
  • “you’re a fucking animal.”
  • “you have no idea what i’m capable of.”
  • “i’m gonna teach you how to play guitar.”
  • “another city, another abandoned quarantine zone.”
  • “is this everything you were hoping for?”
  • “we don’t have to do this.”
  • “i ain’t leavin’ without you.”
  • “i guess you can’t escape your past.”
  • “hands in the fucking air!”
  • “i pretty much lost everything.”
  • “no matter what, you keep finding something to fight for.”
If you’re going to leave me I guess that’s okay… And I know you promised you wouldn’t every time I ended up crying in your arms but I also know that sometimes things don’t work out how they’re supposed to and sometimes dreams are just dreams and nothing more than a figment of our imagination that we long to fulfill. I know that things and people change and that sometimes the distance between them turns into miles of emptiness until the point in which when those two people who once knew every single detail of one another become strangers once again. So I understand if you’re done. I understand if you’ve given up hope to bring us back to the way we were. But when you’re tearing up all the letters, burning all the pictures, deleting all the texts don’t forget how they once were your most prized possessions. Don’t forget every kiss, every night you fell asleep next to me, every song you sang to me, every “I love you more fight”, every special moment we spent together. Don’t forget the rush you felt every time my skin brushed against yours and baby please don’t forget about me… I never experienced pain until that moment you left me standing in the middle of the street in the cold October air alone in the dark. The agonizing, unbearable pain that could only be healed by the love I once felt with you. You broke me, you shattered my heart into a million pieces and left them in the dirt scattered like the stars in the sky. You broke me, but baby I will love you with every shard of my heart, every fiber of what you left me. I’m not giving up. I’m just accepting the fact that I couldn’t save us.

A letter I’ll never send to you



I want Poe Dameron coming out as gay to Finn and Rey and them just being like ‘yeah, okay, that’s nice’ but the minute Poe leaves Finn turns to Rey and is like “What’s gay???? Is it a squadron??? Is he sick??? Is it his rank?? What is this??????” and Rey being just as confused because they both grew up super repressed and I’m 99% sure neither the stormtroopers or whatever sand slug raised Rey as a child were big on sex education and finally they ask  somebody else - idk fucking Leia  or BB-8 - and Finn’s like wait is that not normal??? and it raises a whole slew of other questions because apparently Finn’s gay too and Rey just doesn’t get the big deal about this whole sex thing anyways…. 

Wolfstar headcanon

•So Remus makes some friends outside the marauders
•Not that he doesn’t have other friends but like sort of joins another group
•Because they seem cool and nice and why not right friends are great the more the merrier
•But they actually turn out to be assholes one day and only let Remus into their group to reject him
•They say mean shit and like punch him or something and leave the poor bean there on the ground feeling 100% betrayed and miserable
•And of course Sirius would see the whole thing
•So he comes charging over super ready to fight those dickheads but more concerned about Rem
•And Sirius is all “omg are you okay I’m so sorry is anything broken”
•And of course Remus just gives Sirius the saddest face and says “only my heart”
•And Remus is expecting a hug or some reassuring words or some shit like always
•But no
•Sirius fucking Black pulls a goddamn band-aid
out of his pocket
•And without a word gently puts it on Remus’s chest over his heart
•On top of his clothes and everything
•And just looks at him with his puppy dog eyes as if asking “did I fix it is everything okay now”
•And Remus just hugs the shit out of him
•Because Jesus Christ his boyfriend is the biggest fucking nerd
•And an absolute treasure

rip to snapback luke dec 2013-may 2014

aka the best/worst time of my life

ok lets go to the day it all started

“ive never really been a hat person” my fucking ass

i thought it was done after this day but i was wrong my friend







hi cal and michael





awh slsp announcement









this is not okay 


i came out to have a good time and i’m honestly feeling so attacked right now

my favorite lyrics from all too well:

I walked through the door with you, the air was cold,
But something ‘bout it felt like home somehow.
And I left my scarf there at your sister’s house,
And you’ve still got it in your drawer even now.

Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze.
We’re singing in the car, getting lost Upstate.
Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place,
And I can picture it after all these days.

And I know it’s long gone,
And that magic’s not here no more,
And I might be okay,
But I’m not fine at all.

'Cause there we are again on that little town street.
You almost ran the red 'cause you were looking over at me.
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well.

Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red.
You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin sized bed
And your mother’s telling stories about you on a tee ball team
You taught me 'bout your past, thinking your future was me.

And I know it’s long gone
And there was nothing else I could do
And I forget about you long enough
To forget why I needed to…

'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night.
We’re dancing around the kitchen in the refrigerator light
Down the stairs, I was there, I remember it all too well, yeah.

Well, maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much,
But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up.
Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well.

Hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise.
So casually cruel in the name of being honest.
I’m a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all… too well.

Time won’t fly, it’s like I’m paralyzed by it
I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone

But you keep my old scarf from that very first week
'Cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me
You can’t get rid of it 'cause you remember it all too well, yeah

'Cause there we are again, when I loved you so
Back before you lost the one real thing you’ve ever known
It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well

Wind in my hair, you were there, you remember it all
Down the stairs, you were there, you remember it all
It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well

1. Not everyone who kisses you will leave a good taste in your mouth. Not everyone will know what to say when the quiet thunder of your heartbeat settles down. Sometimes there will only be silence.
2. Hands will touch you like broken skies with empty galaxies waiting in their palms. You will bleed. You will forget how to sing.
3. The worst ones will turn you into clay. They will carve along your spine until you don’t know how to stand without them. This won’t end well.
4. It’s okay, I will still be here. I will still love you. You will still heal.
5. When the poetry sounds like sobbing, when you fall in love with the madness of it all, stop writing. The words will come again one day. They always do.
6. You are going to hurt people, and you will want to peel off your skin because of it and stomp on the ground until it swallows you whole. Your feet will get tired eventually. You will realize how boring it gets hating yourself, and you will learn to stop.
7. If you wake up in the middle of the night with a portraits painted across your skull, get up. Pick up your pencils, and start sketching. The faces we meet in dreams don’t always come back to us.
8. You might tell me one day that you want to be just like me when you grow up. And it is for this reason that I stopped clawing at my own skin. It is for this reason that I stopped writing love letters to my monsters.
9. I can’t promise the world won’t bare its teeth to you. But there will also be people who taste like forgiveness, and you will learn to let them love you.
10. There will be a happy ending. Maybe someone will be there with you, maybe it will be you learning to love yourself. Either way, it will be happy. And that’s all I ever wanted for you.
—  Y.Z, For my future daughter

Okay but I have this BIG craving for a certain thing in the upcomng angst but since I dont have the time to turn it into a drabble I’ll just leave the idea here:


THINK. ABOUT IT! ahhh ok wait like this

“Natsu,” Lucy whispered, carefully reaching out a hand to place it on his shoulder. “It’s not an illusion. I’m really alive. I’m alive because you saved me.”

Natsu wasn’t looking at her, not really. He was staring right through her, his eyes clouded and looking at something far away. 

“I was never strong enough to save you,” he finally said, voice a low mumble, “I thought now… But I still wasn’t able to protect you! It still wasn’t enough!” He scowled as anger and rage clouded his face, and Lucy began to realize that there was something standing between them, like thick, unpenetrable fog. “Zeref took away my future… If I kill Zeref…”

He could see her, Lucy knew he knew she was there with him, on some level, but it didn’t quite reach him. It wasn’t quite enough. And it hurt her to be so close and yet so far from him. It hurt her to see him like this. 


Taking a deep breath, Lucy closed her yes and gently, carefully touched her forehead against his. She felt him freeze, heard his breath hitch, but there was a smile on her face as she felt for his hand. 

“Zeref didn’t take your future,” she said quietly, careful not to startle him or make him pull away, “You’re far too stubborn to let anyone take it.” She laughed, then, a short and soft sound, and felt him relax against her the tiniest bit. “I’m still here with you. Happy, too. We all are. And I will fight for our future.”

“Our future…” he repeated, hos voice hoarse, and Lucy slowly opened her eyes. There were tears in his, and she forgot to breathe. Seeing Natsu on the verge of tears felt so otherworldly that it took her a moment to process what she was seeing. 

But he saw her now, really saw her, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

“Lucy,” he said, blinking at her in wonder, ”Lucy, I’m…”

But she squeezed his cheeks, preventing him from speaking, and he blinked at her dumbly. The familiar sight in such a sad place finally tipped the scales, and Lucy felt her tears spill over. Bu they were tears of relief, and she was not afraid to show them.

She watched as Natsu, understanding, closed his eyes, and she let her hand drop back to her side. His fingers squeezed the hand she had laced with his, and an odd feeling spread through her as his nose gently brushed against hers.

But then his body shifted, and her eyes flew open as his weight became heavy on her. With a strained sigh and a low moan he dropped to his knees, his arms closing around her middle. There was a slight tremble to his body, but his breathing came even and somehow… he seemed content. Lucy thought she could feel him smile against her skin.

And so he stayed, with his face pressed against her belly, and all she could think to do was to carefully comb her hands through his dirty hair.

Lucy suddenly felt a weird sense of calm in the middle of this crazy war.



  • *the high and mighty meeting of the fairy tail big four*
  • Natsu: alright, so this past arc, what did you do to your partner? Because i left leaving nothing but a note, althout it's okay because I came back mega strong!
  • Gray: i turned evil and left Her and put her through so much pain but it's okay because i have these hot tattoos
  • Jellal: i probably left Erza like a bawss again
  • Gajeel: i joined the council for the greater good and because I believe that being good is best not only for myself but for Levy as well
  • Natsu: ...
  • Gray: ...
  • Jellal: ....
Okay y'all

There’s a lot of shit happening on Twitter with got7 right now and if you wanna know everything just go on there and look.

I just wanna say that IF bambam did say the ‘n’ word, it is wrong and he should acknowledge his mistake and apologize. But he definitely does not deserve death threats and people saying he should leave got7. Like what gives y'all the right to tell a person they should kill themselves? Nothing. Nothing gives you the right.

As for yugyeom and the underage drinking that’s supposedly happening, does it really matter? I bet most of the people that are complaining about it have drank underage or know people that have drank underage. Plus he’s not doing anything stupid, he’s having fun. Yes it may look like he is drunk but there are no actual videos of him drinking so it’s all speculation as of now. (Also can we talk about his absolute adorable tummy? Like it’s so cute and I might actually die from how cute it is.)

Regarding Junior and some girl, who cares? I don’t know what this is about, all I saw was a nice photo of him standing next to a girl, posing for the picture. The boys can’t take pictures with other girls now? Oh bullshit.

Now, Mark and his tattoo. It’s nice, he’s old enough to get one, and it’s a damn cross. If anyone is saying anything bad about it, then you got me fucked up. It’s a damn tattoo, get over it. And it’s a FUCKING CROSS PRAISE THE LORD JESUS HALLELUJAH.

I don’t know what all this hype is about, but people make mistakes and they are all humans, just like you and I. So give them a chance to acknowledge their mistakes before you start saying shit like “got7 who?” “Bambam who?” Cause you know damn well that yesterday y'all were all up on social media reblogging and liking shit that involved got7 saying “look at my baby” or “he’s so perfect” so don’t even pull this shit because a HUMAN BEING made a damn mistake, just like every other HUMAN BEING on this godforsaken planet.

Thank you and have a nice day.


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OKAy sO! I will leave it to your imagination on what the actor of Vincent has been put through by his beloved smiling friends there. Oh how the table have turned.
I like Mysticbaconslice’s HC that when off set, the actor of Vincent wore glasses. That’s why he has pupils now!

Design for Vincent and Scott belongs to Rebornica!
This “It’s all scripted AU” thing is making my life a LOT happier. °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

  • Family: Hey! What are you doing?
  • Me: *during rant is turning off phone to hide chapter three of Daddy Likes*

momoicchi27 I heard y’all were talking sad headcanons.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Levi,” Eren gasped, lying on the ground, red blossoming around him. “Just leave me here.”

“It’s okay,” Levi whispered, threading his hands through Eren’s hair.

“I tried so hard and–” His words caught in his throat and his gaze turned distant.

“Not everyone is meant to be a cook,” Levi shrugged helplessly.

“I made the noodles and the sauce myself,” Eren said staring at the ceiling, chest covered in the remains of his lasagna. “And then I slipped. Just leave me here. The lasagna and I are one now.”

“Okay you’re being a little melodramatic there, Garfield,” Levi said critically.

“Just once,” said Eren, grunting a little as he sat up. “I would like to make you a special meal without causalities–what are you doing?”

Levi swiped along Eren’s cheek and popped the sauce and his finger in his mouth.

“Needs salt,” he offered and Eren narrowed his eyes.


Can you write one were the reader has an abusive boyfriend and when he finally finds out he gets super mad and beats him up? That would be great.

So this is my very first JokerXReader in english, I hope you like it Anon and of course all my other supporters! <3 Requests are now open, leave them all at my old blog, to be sure I will get them! 


„What’s this?! Hey! I’m talking to you, you little slut!“

Your eyes were filled with tears as you looked up to your boyfriend.

He was in a rage, like everyday when you came home from work and you were fucking sick of it.

„This is not mine“, you said quietly.

„Not yours? Okay …“, he said, suddenly very calm.

He turns his back at you and right after you wanted to stand up from the floor, -where you laid since he has beaten you down-, he comes back and kicked you in the stomach.

You cried out in pain.

„DON’T FUCKING LIE TO ME!“, he screamed as he holds the black dress infront of your nose.

„Who gave you this? Come on, tell me, who did it? I will beat the fuck out of this freak!“

You asshole, you thought, HE will beat the fuck out of you, if he sees the bruises on my body tomorrow.

„Haven’t you heared me, slut? I asked you something.“

„Fuck off, Cole“, you hissed with the last power you had in your body after this nightmare.

„Well, good. I hope you have nice and long dreams, because you will not get out of this apartment until you told me which bastard gave this to you.“

And with those words, your boyfriend leaved you alone on the cold kitchen floor.

Your body ached and you felt so alone and stupid again.

How did you got into this?

How did you deserve this?

Cole wasn’t the abusive boyfriend from the beginning.

When you two first met, he was caring and just lovely to you.

But then things changed.

As soon as you started living togehter in your apartment, he became more and more jealous when he sees you talking to other men, even if it just was your neighbour or something.

It was ridiculous.

A few months later everything you were in, was a total mess.

Cole lost his job, so you decided to go searching for work by yourself, even if you had to go to college besides.

You didn’t told him about your job.

You knew he would lock you away forever, if he finds out, that you’re working at a nightclub as a singer and dancer.

Ever since he began to ask, where you have been all the night, you always said you were with your best friend and studied for several exams or just college work.

Of course he did not believe you anymore as he heared this excuse a little to often from you.

So that’s how it happened.

How you get beaten up from your boyfriend, the one who always said he would be there for you, if the times become hard.

You don’t even know, why he stays here with you any longer, when everything he says about you, is what a little slut you are and that he knows, about all the man you had behind his back; what clearly wasn’t true at all.

He was sick and all you wanted was to get away from this man.

But how could you, when you were lying here on the cold floor and can’t even move because the pain in your body was too much.

If you could only stand up …

Maybe you could call for help, was the next thought you had.

But what help?

Your best friend wasn’t in town at the moment, visiting her parents because of spring break.

The police, would arrest you.

At the first look you seem to be an innocent little girl, but if they would take a closer look at your life, ooh they would find something that no one ever would’ve expected from you.

But what if …

Your head (still in pain, from the hard hit on the ground), turns to the kitchen counter.

Your phone … if you could only reach it.

Carefully you tried to pull you up at the ankle of the fridge.

„Fuck …“, you whispered as you came up on your legs again.

You prop yourself with your arms at the kitchen counter as you try to write a message, at the only person that could get you out of this hell.

Mr J I’m sorry to hit you up at this time, but I’m in a very bad situation and please could yo help me?

I wouldn’t ask you if I could ask someone else, but this is an emergancy, I need help, right now. And I will never ever ask you for anything again, if you help me. I’m in my apartment and can not open the door, ‘cause my boyfriend literally has beaten the fuck out of me. Please …



The moment when you click at the send button on your phone, the lights in the apartment turned on again and your boyfriend was standing right infront of you.

His look straight at your phone that you were holding in your hands.

„Please … don’t …“, you whispered as he took a big step towards you and whacks your phone out of your hands.

„What are you doing, sweetheart? Are you texting for help? One of your lovers, maybe? DO YOU?“, he asks aggressiv.

„No, I just …“, you couldn’t speak further, because he grabbed you by your neck.

He was choking you and you tried to pull his hand away.

His grasp hurts and your air was getting thinner and thinner.

„L-leet go … off me …“, you begged with a chocking voice.

„Come on you slut, tell me the fucking truth!“

Tears ran down your cheeks again.

„It’s not true, I did not cheat on you“, you said whining.

„Liar!“, he spits out and throws you against the next wall.

You feel warm blood running down from your forehead, as you hit on the ground again.

Everything seems so blurry, the room was circling around in your eyes.

You couldn’t even scream, you were too weak, your body had to deal with too much damage.

„I loved you, (Y/N). I really loved you. But you don’t even care.“

That’s it.

This is how your life should end up?

You’re nineteen years old, not even finished college and-

Suddenly a loud bang hits you out of your blurry mind.

You turn your head a little, but what you see there in the hallway must be an hallucination.

Three really big hechman were standing there and in front of them you saw your boss, green slicked back hair, a half unbuttoned shirt what makes you see his chiselled and also tattoed chest and a baseball bat in his hands.

The Jokers look was murderous, as he saw you lying on the ground, your boyfriend still obove you and ready to bring it to an end.

„So“, the Joker starts swinging his baseball bat.

„You must be the little fucker, (Y/N) told me about.“

„W-what … I-I don’t understand, t-this must b-be an misunderstanding …“, Cole stuttered.

His eyes were wide in fear and you could almost feel how scared he was.

No one, really no one, wants to mess with the Joker, when he’s mad.

„Really? Than you should tell me, why your now ex- girlfriend, lies on the floor bleeding and damaged as hell“, Joker said through squinted eyes.

With every word he said, he came in closer to Cole, while Cole just wanted to have more space between him and  Joker.

„She … she …“, Cole started searching for an explanation that sounds reasonable.

„WHAT?“, Joker growled and seized Cole by his neck.

„I’m sorry“, Cole whispered.

Now it was his turn to cry out in pain, ‘cause the next thing that happened, was that Joker slammed his baseball bat in Coles face.

„Murphy, would you please be so kind and help (Y/N) to stand up and lie down on the couch, while I have a little chat with this young man?“, Joker asks almost calm.

One of his henchman, -you know him from some business meetings at Jokers club, yes the one you were working at-, carries you to the couch and helps you to get comfortable with all your injuries.

In the background you could still hear Cole’s whining.

„That doesn’t feel nice, right?“, you hear Joker saying.

„Get up!“

„Bob would you help him get up“, Joker said in a very pissed off inflection.

The second henchman, -a real life Godzilla, if you want- brings Cole back on his feet.

He was crying and beggin‘ for mercy.

„Ooh, Cole your such a filthy little bastard.“

Cole cries out in pain again, after Joker hits him in the stomache several times.

„Look at me. Look at me!“, you hear his rough voice saying.

„Now tell me, does it feel nice to get beaten up like that?“

Actually Cole couldn’t say anything, except for a quiet moan.

His whole face was bloody and his nose looked like Joker broke it a few times.

He couldn’t even stand without Bob‘s help.

„Bruce, the hammer, please“, Joker said smiling at his third goon.

The man handles him an old carpenter’s hammer, with a wooden helve in which the words HAHA were engraved.

„NO PLEASE!“, Cole screams in panic.

„I’m sorry! I’m sorry for everything! (Y/N), please I know I hurt you and that was totaly wrong, but please don’t let him do this!“

You turn your head as far as you can, after Murphy fixed your neck a little to make help the pain more bearable.

Joker looked down at you, holding the hammer casual in his right hand.

He was waiting for your opinion, what surprised you more than a little bit.

„What do you say, doll? Do I have to let him go?“, he asks, his voice now a little more soft, as he stroke your cheek.

„Beat him up“, you said without any emotion in your voice as your eyes glanced at Cole.


„Mr J?“

„Yes, doll?“

„Thank you“, you smiled at him.

He smiled back at you.

„Thanks for the present“, he said and give an evil smirk to Cole.

„And (Y/N).“


„Don’t call me Mr J.“

„Why?“, you asked a little confused.

„‘Cause you’re mine now and I don’t want you to treat me like your boss any longer“, he said.

You opened your mouth in surprise, but Mr J just lays his finger onto your lips and shoke his head.

„Later“, he said.

„This work has to be done.“

He swings the hammer in his hand and started laughing as soon, as he hits Cole’s face again and again, and again.

Until you can’t hear any sign of life from Cole anymore.

You did not look up, you know what Joker has done and that was enough for you tonight.

i want to write sentences about you,
that will leave you out of breath
and broken.

i want to smother you in letters,
like e’s and r’s and maybe
i’ll even be able to squeeze in
a z or two.

i want to carry you
out of the graveyard,
in a bundle of newspapers
with your name plastered over them.
that’s fame, baby.

E keeps telling me
that if i don’t get help,
i’ll turn up like you.
but that’s just the thing,
i want to be exactly like you.
‘cause no matter how drunk we get,
we’ll never lose our minds, completely.

blow out the candles sweetie,
i want to tell you how beautiful you are
'cause it’s your birthday.
but mainly,
because i love you.

though you won’t always be a young soul,
you’ll stay perfect, for heaven, and hell.

—  Happy birthday Raquel, it’s going to be okay babe. (via sheerly-lovative)
domestic deathclaws

okay so i want to just

babble about my domesticated deathclaw headcanons. this may take a while.

  • first off, domestic deathclaws are ridiculously loyal, and don’t forget a slight. think crows. you treat them kindly, they remember it, and they pass it down through the generations. by this logic, deathclaws are loyal to their keepers’ families. so stealing a domesticated deathclaw hoping to turn a profit? will end in some messy deaths, and most likely the stolen deathclaw galumphing home after few days, likely with a bloody gift.
  • when raising deathclaws for eggs, it’s best to keep them in groups of mostly females. females will be gravid probably no more than once or twice every few months, but are not actually receptive to breeding more than once every two or three years.
  • it’s recommended to keep them only if you have a very large, fairly secluded property, with plenty of space. enclosures should have high, fortified fences, though most fences won’t keep an unhappy deathclaw penned in for long. to keep escapes to a minimum, make sure your deathclaw enclosure has a constant supply of water (large enough for at least two fully grown ‘claws to bathe in at once), and an even mix of sun and shade.
  • provide a selection of large, rough stones and boulders in their enclosures, as domesticated deathclaws tend to purposefully dull their namesake appendages to avoid accidentally harming their keepers. this makes them no less dangerous, so always be cautious. young ones may adopt a “favorite rock” and will often play-fight over and steal them from one another
  • standard deathclaws, the variety most common in the wasteland, are difficult to tame, but once this is managed, they domesticate fairly easily over one or two generations.they respond well to positive reinforcement, such as treats or scritches (the soft underbelly, once they trust their keeper enough to expose it, is a popular spot), much better than negative, as is the case with most varieties. negative reinforcement, especially corporal punishment, often results in loss of life or limb

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Okay. So for those of you who don’t know by now, there’s been a lot of drama in the fandom. This is all because of a girl who was being ignorant. Let me explain:

I don’t know exactly when this happened, but I think this was today. So, a girl and a few of her friends in the fandom went to a bakery shop near Dan and Phil’s neighborhood because she knew Phil went there often. When Phil went inside the bakery, he immediately recognized the girl and turned around to leave. Well, the girl decided to jump in front of him to stop him from leaving. She had met them several times before, and this apparently wasn’t the first time there was an incident. Phil pulled her aside and told her that if she didn’t stop following them around he would have to contact the police. She later went onto Twitter to explain the whole thing, keeping in mind that this has supposedly been under investigation and was a secret, and gave out the bakery name. By doing that, she gave out the name of Dan and Phil’s neighborhood and their address. She had said that she would post video evidence, but the account got suspended because she had no right to post secret information online. Then, she created two more accounts and gave out that information.

This whole thing makes me so angry and terrified for Dan and Phil’s safety. There are a lot of people who want to meet Dan and Phil and will go to extremities as to go to their apartment. Our world is a crazy and sick place with a lot of sick people in it, whether it be stalkers, criminals, or psychos. This makes us look bad and they’ll end up not wanting to trust us. There’s a difference between being a fan of Dan and Phil and being a creepy stalker who follows them everywhere and knows their address. This ordeal may cause them to have to move away from their amazing apartment that has created so many memories just so they could keep their safety and privacy. If they do, then don’t be surprised because you’ll know exactly why. They’re real human beings with real feelings and they need privacy, and you need to respect that. No one’s privacy should be violated like that. If you were a famous Youtuber like them and your address was leaked online by one of your fans who follows you everywhere and have a case on them, you would be angry. You wouldn’t want your address on the internet. I’m not talking to everyone, just the people who are considering going to their apartment and to the person who did all this. If you see anything on Twitter regarding where Dan and Phil live, please report it so it could get removed. All I want is for Dan and Phil to be safe, to be able to trust us, and for their address to be removed from the internet if it hasn’t already.


(•̀o•́)ง this moment when i draw on the white board of mah classroom all the afternoon.

i just had two days full of exams. damn the 3D one killed meh

sooo i wanted to do a lil’ stress reliever doodle on the white board. and well. it turned out like this.

i freakin love how ppl of mah class react to mah drawings “oh noo not again cookie !Leave the white board alooone “ ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_ oh hell no. HAHAhhAha //cries// (•́⌄•́๑)૭✧ imah a trash.

Under The Mistletoe *Steve Rogers x reader*

Originally posted by hatver

(the gif has nothing to do with the one-shot I just really like Chris Evans and Chris Hemswroth bromance, look at them, is it weird that this reminds me of my mum and dad? They act like them, its hilarious)
Requested by Anon: could you do one where you (avenger) bring a date to Tony’s Xmas party & the date turns out to be using u to meet the team. and it ends with the reader and Steve under the mistletoe by accident? just a bit of angst and a lot of fluff? 
Warnings: Swearing, fluff and Steve being a Super Sweetie
Admins Note: I have been writing Wanda stuff left, right and centre its good to be writing some cute Steve stuff. Hopefully you’ll like this, worked super hard on it. SHUT UP I REALLY LIKE JUSTIN BIEBERS CHRISTMAS SONG… OKAY. LEAVE ME ALONE.

“STEVE!” Yelled in delight once you found the super soldier, he stopped walking instantly the moment he heard your voice. He turned to see you running down the hallway with the biggest grin on your face; probably the most beautiful sight he had ever seen “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” you over exaggerate, he smiled down at you.

“What do you need (Y/N)?” he asked you, you simply grinned. A couple days ago Steve told you to ask your crush to Tony’s Christmas party, of course, he didn’t think it would be him but he couldn’t help but hope for you to miraculously love him back; you did have the biggest crush on Steve but you always thought he was still hooked on the past, so you saved yourself the rejection and asked someone else you had your eyes upon.

No, not to ask but to thank,” you correct, he frowned. “I did it. I took control of my nerves and asked that guy to Tony’s party” his shoulders slumped down, for a split second he let his face show his heart breaking but he pulled it together, grinning and hugging you in congratulations.

 He now has to go to the party and watch the girl he loves with some other guy, it felt like the world was constantly against Steve, he couldn’t be happy in the forties and now he can be happy in the twenties!

“That’s great,” his voice broke and coughed lightly. “So…who’s the lucky guy?” he asked and you tapped your nose, a beautiful smile on your face that made Steve’s head spin in circles, just once he wished that he was the reason behind your happiness.

“It’s a surprise, he kinda asked me before I could ask him but I hinted that I had no date, he seems eager to go with me,” you giggle and he nods.
“Well, he has to get past the Avengers test first.” He mused you rolled your (E/C) eyes at him as he chuckled. “Kidding, but seriously I’m going to give him the talk,” you groaned but smiled, he always protective of you, you liked that about Steve; always so caring.

Okay, old man,” you patted his shoulder following him down the hallway, Steve scoffed at the pet name you had given him, something he hates others calling him but lets side when you say it.

I am not old,” he defended and you laughed. “Besides, Tony said women love older men, something about their money, although he calls me the whole elderly package deal; I’m old at heart but young on the outside.” Steve frowned looking down at you, you laughed loudly, holding onto his arm for support as you walked so you wouldn’t fall over.

That’s brilliant!” You calmed down after a few seconds, “elderly package deal, do me, Natasha and Wanda get friend discount if we date you?” you asked in amusement, he sarcastically laughed, shoving you away slightly with his shoulder. “I’ll see you tonight, Steven,” you saluted to him and he did the same back.


Martin was the exact opposite of Steve in every way possible. He was a brunette, with hazel eyes and he was small compared to Steve, kind of Clint’s height. Despite not being Avenger he was ‘cool’ or that’s how you would describe him, he wasn’t like Steve who was opposed to partying and drinking, in fact, Martin lived for that lifestyle; even though he is an Agent like Maria. 

Everybody likes him, or a lot of people hate him, he’s like Marmite, unlike Steve where you can’t help but love the guy; even Tony would admit that you can’t help but like him. Maybe that’s why you wanted Martin around you, he was different to Steve and maybe that’s what you needed to get over this affection you had for the super soldier, a different person altogether.

You wore a red dress which flowed out into a skater skirt, the hem of the dress was deep green, it was your go to Christmas dress because of the colours. At the top it had a white peter-pan collar, and it was long sleeved, it fit you nicely and the shoes were black ankle boots; you didn’t really want to wear heels tonight. When Martin showed up he was wearing a long sleeve white shirt with black skinny jeans, you couldn’t help but think that Steve would hate this guy, Steve wouldn’t dare admit it but you would be able to tell. 

You arrived at the party ten minutes late; due to the fact Martin was late to pick you up, figures. The party was already in full swing with everyone drinking, dancing and mingling amongst themselves, a few faces you recognised as friends and others must be Tony’s acquaintances. 

You held Martin’s hand as you made your way through the guests, trying to get to the bar, people stopped to greet you and you smiled and introduced yourselves, or hugged them if you knew them already. 

“So, where are you, friends?” Martin asked you shrugged looking around, guessing you would find them later; instead grabbing a drink before you could be bothered to look for any of them. You and Martin talked at the bar, he was an only child like you, he didn’t actually want to be an agent in the beginning but when his boxing career fell through he applied. 

You listened to him, although when it came to you he seemed to be lost in translation, he didn’t seem interested in the past rather what’s happening now; with you being an Avenger, which seemed to be his favourite topic.

Oh, Martin this is Clint and Natasha,” you pulled them towards your date, they both smiled, extending a hand to him. “Or also known as Hawkeye and Black Widow, where are the others?” you asked Natasha, she shrugged.

“Bruce and Tony are somewhere on the dance floor with Thor, don’t ask,” you chuckled. “Steve had invited all those war veterans and are sat on the sofas talking, it’s really cute, they are all wearing ugly Christmas jumpers and got one for Steve; adorable you need to see it.” 

Your heart clenched at the image that popped into your head, the thought of Steve sat around with people from his time in ugly sweaters made you feel warm and fuzzy with delight. “Wanda and Pietro are playing beer-pong against Rhodes and Sam,” she concluded, in which you nodded, looking at Martin to ask if he was ready to meet some others.

Natasha was right, Steve looked utterly adorable in his jumper, it was blue with a snowman on the front and the carrot nose was 3D and stuck out; he was drinking eggnog with his friends.

“Well, hello beautiful,” one of the veterans called, you chuckled, You had met them all before and they all loved you; despite them being all over ninety whenever they flirted it still made you blush. 

Hey, Richard,” you called, Steve grinned at you. “Natasha told me you brought Steve a present, I dare say you look smashing tonight, gentlemen,” you looked at each, even Steve, all laughing at you. “This is Martin, my date. Martin that is Captain America and this is his squad,” you gesture to the men who all held their glasses up in welcome. Steve stood up and offered a firm handshake, you chuckled at the fact he tried to seem menacing in that god-awful jumper, it still somehow managed to work.

After you introduced Martin to everyone, he somehow went missing, you searched everywhere for him but came up empty handed; he can’t have gotten far, although Starks place is massive. When Wanda eventually found you, she sat at the bar with you, talking about how she defeated Pietro at beer pong and that now he has to do her laundry for the whole year of 2016.

“Can I throw some of my stuff in?” you asked and she nodded. “Not like he’ll know the difference,” you mused with her. You laughed rather loudly with one another, although that eventually died out when you saw Martin dancing with another girl. Wanda followed your eyes, she sighed, she hoped you wouldn’t see if she kept you distracted.

I didn’t want to say anything,” she muttered, you turned to look at her. “He used you just so he could come to this party and meet us,” you sighed, you should have known better. The first time someone shows interest in you and just to come to a party with the Avengers, you are one yourself but you couldn’t compare to the others; it’s no surprise that Martin left you. 

“I can ask Tony to get him kicked out, and then we can watch him get dragged away together?” she suggested, you sighed shaking your head, he’s here now besides you can still have a good time, right?

I might go sit with Steve’s veteran friends, thanks, Wanda,” you stand up and she nods. Steve was playing beer pong against Thor, you could see them both as you walked over to the sofas that held veterans, they all cheered when you sat down; at least these guys were interested in what you had to say. 

My money’s on the God,” one called, four others joined him, and you laughed as they all betted on who would win. Steve won, he bowed as everyone clapped and cheered, Sam patted his back and Thor waved him off going back to dancing with Jane.

Where’s your date?” Steve sat on the arm beside you, you let out a huff of air, you had already explained to the veterans what happened; all offered to go beat him up for you, you had a difficult time declining, but you did for some stupid reason.

“He ditched me,” you confirm, he widens his eyes and you nod. “Yeah, using me to meet all of you guys,” you shrugged as if you knew that would happen. “Should have known better,” you mutter but Steve hears and scoffs loudly.
“He’s an idiot!” he tells you “Don’t think for a second you aren’t good enough (Y/N) because you are more than enough to somebody.” You nod with a small smile.

“Yeah but that somebody is taking a frigging long time to come into my life,” you mutter, he chuckled and nodded in agreement, standing up he offers his hand. “Come on, Tony put up a really cool Avengers Christmas tree in the other room, it has all of us on it,” you chuckle and take his hand and follow him.

 The other room is decked out in Christmas lights, all of which are actually Steve’s shield, glowing red and blue; its pretty cool. The tree is above ten feet, on top of the tree is an Iron Man action figure with small white wings, of course, Tony would do that and all the ornaments are Avengers related.

“This is amazing,” you whisper, an action figure of yourself is dressed in an elf costume and bellow Steve’s who was dressed as Santa. “That’s actually hilarious,” you chuckled and walked around the room with Steve following. 

Every Christmas decoration was somehow related to the Avengers, Tony really went for it this year, you stopped and looked at the fireplace; a snow globe sat right in the middle. The Avengers Tower inside; Thor was in mid-flight, Tony was hovering as Iron Man, the Hulk was climbing the tower like King-Kong. 

Clint was perched at the top, arrows in hand, Natasha and yourself were on the floor, guns pointed in opposite directions, backs pressed together and Steve was near you, the shield being thrown. You had seen this last year but this time, Wanda and Pietro had been added, well a blue blur was to signify Pietro and Wanda had her hands raised and red lights signified her powers.

“What the hell is that?” you dragged your eyes away from the snow-globe and looked to where Steve was, you choked on the air as you saw mistletoe above yourself and Steve, he narrowed his eyes. “Is that… mistletoe?” he asked somewhat confused as to why Tony would decorate the tower with mistletoe, what if himself and Tony got stuck under it? 

We don’t have to…” you trailed off.“ Tony probably put there to prank people,” you mutter, embarrassed about this whole situation.    

I mean… I wouldn’t mind,” Steve whispered, you looked at Steve who was shuffling on his feet, he wrung his hands together, his palms sweating with embarrassment. He knew if he kissed (Y/N) under this mistletoe he would have to thank Tony.

“You want to kiss me?” you asked, somewhat shocked by this, he nodded slowly and you smiled, Steve shared the same feelings all this time. “You mean all this time you’ve liked me and never said anything?” he nodded and you sighed. “You goofball,” you mutter and you both laughed.

Steve took a hold of your face, both hands on each cheek as he slowly brushed his mouth against yours, your eyes fluttered shut and he kissed you softly and slowly. Your heart was racing; it felt like it would beat out of your chest, both of your hands rested on Steve’s shoulders as you stood on your tippy-toes to somehow push yourself more into Steve’s embrace; both his hands slide up into your (H/C) hair, pulling softly as he went. 

He licked your bottom lip asking for entrance, once you compiled his tongue darted into your mouth, this whole moment was surreal and yet wonderful at the same time. Steve slowly pulled away from your mouth, his head resting against yours as his breathing was short and breathy like your own, he chuckled breathlessly and smiled.

“Best Christmas ever,” he muttered mainly to himself but you smiled, kissing him softly in a short tender kiss, pulling away to hug him around his neck. 

Can I get that discount?” you whisper-ask and he chuckled, his shoulders shaking as he hugged you, making you laugh with him and pull away. Noticing the mistletoe was now gone, you looked to the door where Wanda was using her powers to pull it back to her and the other Avengers, you frown.

“It was Bruce and Tony’s idea,” Thor yelled running away holding Sam and Jane, Pietro pulled Wanda and Natasha away, whilst Clint jumped up onto a shelf and into a vent leaving Bruce and Tony to stand in the doorway.

(Okay wow this is over 2,000 words… I am so sorry that its really long. I had no intention on making it that long either, plus the ending was added bonud because my Uncle Dondy complained that me and Angie don’t write enough Science Bro’s stuff… my whole family looks at our blog its hilarious; well actually my four uncles, my parents and my brother, no idea if my sister reads my stuff since she has an account also. Remember you can request; imagines, ships and one shots by myself and Angie- Rosalee)