❤: who is more affectionate in public? in private?
Okay this is the opposite of what most people headcanon but I think Otabek is more affectionate in public. He’ll have an arm around Yuri, let him put his feet on his lap and just rub Yuri’s legs, lead him into a corner to kiss him, play with his hair when he gets bored listening to other people talk, etc. he’s always touching Yuri. But in private Yuri is just as affectionate if not more so. He found out early on that Otabek can lift him like he’s a feather, so Otabek gets a lot of grabby hands and “carry me, Beka” ‘s. He’s more of a morning person, so when Otabek spends the night he loves making them breakfast and crawling back in to wake Otabek up with kisses. He’s also one of those “kiss you on the cheek before I leave the room for two seconds” boyfriends
Tldr; they’re very affectionate and it hurts me.
💙: who is more protective?
Yuri is so protective of Otabek, it’s embarrassing. If anyone says anything that may vaguely question Otabek on any way, before he can speak for himself Yuri jumps that person’s ass! No one questions his mans!! One time Victor asked why Otabek ordered coffee at night and Yuri gave such a scathing, savage response that Victor cried a lil bit.
But of course if we’re talking physically protective Otabek is very much so. He refuses to let Yuri ride the bike unless he has a helmet on, even when Yuri complains about helmet hair.
💚: who tends to get sick more often? who is better at taking care of the other?
Yuri is the type to get sick and continue going on like nothing is wrong, he’ll go to practice even when he has the flu, and gets angry when Yakov makes him go home.
But when Otabek is around he convinces Yuri to take a break and rest and recover. He’s used to taking care of his younger siblings when they’re sick so he’s the best nurse ever :’)
It Kinda Runs In The Family (Tom Holland!Peter Parker x reader)
Hey everyone! Sorry I haven’t been posting lately, I’m on my last two weeks of summer :( Here’s another imagine for you guys, I hope you enjoy! Please leave suggestions, prompts, and requests in my inbox! Love you guys! Hollanders for the win
- Xoxo K
(We’re going to pretend that Peter doesn’t like Liz in this one because that would just make things SUPER complicated in this scenario. Ned just does what he does because Peter’s secret is just unbearably awesome, instead of Ned trying to set Liz and Peter up.)
Just a normal day in PE. You and your friend Alex were paired up for sit ups as usual, and decided to take the spot next to your boyfriend, Peter and his friend, Ned. You and Peter had been dating since the second semester of Freshman year, so you knew he was Spider-Man. In fact, you knew from the moment he discovered his powers. You two told each other practically everything, which meant that when Ned found out about Peter’s secret, you knew about it. While you were doing your sit ups, you heard Peter and Ned talking in hushed tones. You knew exactly what they were talking about. You finished your set of sit ups and got up off the mat you were on. You and Alex walked over to the bleachers where Liz and a couple of your other friends sat. Liz had been like an older sister to you all your life, she was there to show you the ropes since you were in Kindergarten. Liz waved at you as you approached. “Hey Y/N.” Liz said with a smile. “You wanna play?” You nodded. You already knew what they were playing, FMK. “I would…” Your friend Sarah started. “Marry Iron Man… F Thor…” You cringed a little at the mention of your dad, Iron Man. Liz noticed this cringe. “Oh… sorry Y/N. Forgot for a second.” Liz giggled. “What about Spider-Man?” Alex asked Sarah. “Ewww.” Sarah exclaimed. “What do you think, Liz?” Alex asked. Liz brought her hand up half way, palm up, before dropping it back into her lap. “I don’t know… maybe?” Liz was blushing slightly with a small smile. “Ewww he could be like, 30.” Sarah said. Liz shot her a look. “It wouldn’t matter. I would still love him for who he is on the inside.” They all giggled at this. You shifted awkwardly since they were unknowingly talking about your boyfriend. You turned your attention to Peter to distract yourself from the uncomfortable conversation your friends were having. Just as you did, Ned jumped up and yelled. “Peter knows Spider-Man.” Peter whipped his head around and your eyes met for a split second before you face palmed at Ned’s exclamation. You watched as Peter ran over to Ned and whisper yelled at him and tried to cover up. “U-Uh. I-I mean I met him… once or twice.” Peter announced awkwardly. “No, he’s just being humble. He hangs out with him. They’re friends.” Ned said. Liz and your friends gave them all a look. “Oh.” Liz said, shocked. That’s when Flash decided to chime in. “He’s lying, he doesn’t know Spider-Man.” Peter started to get annoyed. “Yeah I do. Mr. Stark introduced me to him. It’s a part of the Stark internship.” Flash laughed at this. “Please, you’ve never even been in the same room as Tony Stark.” Flash mocked. You stepped in to defend your boyfriend. “Hey Flash, you might wanna check yourself on that.” Everyone turned to look at you, including Peter. “Oh yeah? What do you mean by that, Y/N?” Flash challenged. “Well, how about you put the pieces together, Flash?” Flash narrowed his eyes, threateningly as you spoke. “Peter is my boyfriend,” You lifted your left arm half way up representing a weighted scale. “And my dad is Tony Stark.” You finished, lifting your right arm up in a similar fashion to your left. Flash glared at you and whipped around quickly, embarrassed by your attack. A couple people ‘oohed’ but most everyone was already back to their own thing. You climbed down the bleachers and walked over to Peter, planting a quick kiss on his now smirking lips. “That was pretty badass.” Peter said. “I didn’t know you had THAT much sass, Y/N. Dang.” You giggled at Peter’s comment. “I’m related to Tony Stark,” Peter smiled at you. “It kinda runs in the family.”
like to talk about personal stuff but I feel like I have to.
5 month ago
my mom had a brain haemorrhage. One second she was there, the next she
was slowly fading in the hospital. She passed away one week later, on February
1st. I can’t say what was worse - watching my father sobbing like a child,
being in total mess after the woman he’s spent most of his life died and
knowing I can’t break because someone had to stay sane or ironing her dress she
was going to wear in the coffin and trying not to spread snot all over it
because I was crying so hard – basically, two worst weeks in my fucking life.
But why I’m wasting your time writing it?
There were three things that kept me sane. My best friend, who has spent
a lot of time chatting with me on facebook about the dumbest shit you can
imagine, to keep my mind away from the fact the last time I spoke to my mother,
I was pissed off. The second was my salty Teen Wolf squad here on tumblr. The
third was Karamel. Why? Because these two space adorable aliens were my happy
place. Watching them made me a little less depressed. They allowed me to keep
my fucking brain from going to places I really didn’t want to go.
So, I went to the Karamel tag, to grieve in peace, but instead I have
learnt that I am a Trump supporter, Kremlin, abusive relationship cheerleader,
racist, homophobe, slave owner apologist and blah, blah, blah, the list is
going, basically I have learnt all the things I wanted during being in a
shithole *sarcasm* Thank you, Supercorp/Lena fandom, because most of the shit
was (and still is) sent there by you, seriously thank you. I’ll probably
remember it to pathetic end of my life. But, why I’m writing this?
Because dear Supercorp fandom, you don’t give a shit. No, sorry, you
give a lot of shit (basically, throwing that shit at fan), blowing it out from
proportion, when you are involved. Basically, when your feelings are hurt when
the cast sing a song about two women being friends, even if the main actress
said you can ship whatever you want few minutes earlier, even if the cast was
bullied for months by your fandom with the grosses shit you can imagine. That’s
it. That’s the cast’s crime. A joke.
And you know, I get why this joke could hurt you. Basically, jokes do
shit like that to people, because we are all different, we have different
experiences, so different things trigger us – that’s normal. The problem is,
some jokes are just jokes. Or jokes that were meant to make you realize that
some things won’t happen and there is no queerbaiting. I know, truth can hurt
and you want to express that to the world. The problem is, you don’t act like
hurt people but like a bunch of bloodthirsty haters ready to eat anyone who
doesn’t agree with you.
And I know, there are nice supercorp shippers who just sit and like the
stuff and have nothing in common with the nasty minority. But you know the
problem, nice supercorp shippers? We all have learnt from the history that
usually the most awful things were done by minorities, while the majority sat
silently and didn’t move a finger.
I don’t care about the hate I’m getting. I survived that two weeks, because after all I am emotionally
strong and I’m old enough to deal with my shit. But other people are not me. I
remember that 13 year old girl who came here, to her first fandom, liking
Karamel and Mon. And how Supercorp shippers treated her like shit. Her feelings didn’t
matter because she liked Karamel? How many Karamel shippers who are members of
lgbt community have to repeat they are not straight or homophobes? How many poc
Karamel people have to repeat they are not racists? How many people who
experienced abusive relationships have to repeat they don’t think Karamel is
abusive? How long you are going to ignore the FACT we are normal people? Our
voices seriously don’t matter because we ship something else? We are not true
survivors, lgbt members, teenage kids because we like different ship? Because,
you don’t care?
know the worst part? We don’t owe you explanation why we ship, why a ship makes
us happy, why a ship helps us dealing with shit. We don’t owe you an
explanation of who we are. I don’t owe you a description on my blog saying that
I am asexual, white Polish, recently losing my mother and my life being a
fucking mess. No one does. You know why? Because my fucked up life doesn’t make
my ship better than other ships. My fucked up life doesn’t justify me being a
freaking online abuser. My fucked up life doesn’t give me a right to be
disgusting and to throw gross shit at the cast that did something I didn’t like
only because it hurt my feelings.
Especially when the cast is treated for
months like YOUR property.
Request: Hey, I would like to request sth with bellamy: reader is one of the mountain men but survives bc her dad gave her the bone marrow (she didnt know it) and then bellamy finds her in mount weather and takes her with them. He comforts her and they start to fall in love with each other 💖 thank you 😁
It all happened so, so fast. One second you were shouting over the constant noise of the drilling machine and the next it was extremely quiet. After helping Maya and Jasper fix the radio in Mount Weather, you had found out what your father was doing to the people from the Ark and to members of the tribe outside the mountain. It made you utterly sick.
You never imagined anyone could be so cruel as to rid an innocent person of their bone marrow just to selfishly save themselves, let alone your own grandfather and dad. But it was true. And it was happening.
You settled into your seat, a boat of nachos in hand; the
second period just beginning. You leaned down, grabbing your phone out of your
purse when a collective gasp, then shouts, sounded from the arena around you.
Looking to the ice, you saw David lying face down on the ice.
“Fuck, what happened?” you asked nervously, glancing to Katrina
who sat beside you, your jumped to your feet.
She stood beside you as you linked your arm through
hers. “Late hit. Didn’t see who it was, but David went down hard.”
You watched as he tried to get up, barely managing to get
onto all fours as the trainer stepped off the bench, sliding across the ice to
Maybe he just needed to catch his breath. Maybe he just
needed to shake it off. The trainer knelt down beside him, a hand resting on
David’s back. You watched intently, David shaking his head every few seconds.
Your heart stopped when you saw Bergy skate over, helping the trainer get him
to his feet. The pain on his face was clear as they walked him to the bench,
the trainer taking him straight down the tunnel.
“Go.” Katrina whispered beside you, giving you a gentle
nudge in the ribs. You grabbed your bag, jogging up the stairs tossing your
barely touched nachos in the trash as you raced to elevator.
The ride to the lower level of TD Garden was torture. The
attendant in the elevator, who had been listening to the game through the
speakers of the elevator, patted your arm as you approached the first floor.
“He’s tough, I’m sure he’ll be okay, miss.”
You flashed them a brief smile before stepping out the
elevator and walking quickly down the corridor to the training room. The
attendant was right, David was tough. But he was also human. Made of flesh and
bone, his plastic and foam padding no match for that tiny rubber puck and those
You approached the door, a security guard standing outside.
You recognized him from your frequent visits to the Garden. He outstretched his
arm, knowing where you were headed. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but I can’t let you in
until the trainers are done with him.” You groaned, running a hand through your
hair, wanting nothing more than to see David was still alive and well. You
looked at the guard and his towering frame, then glanced at the door knob,
wondering if you could manage to sneak past him. As if reading your mind, he
gave you a sympathetic smile, speaking again. “Ma’am, I know this is a scary
situation, but I’m sure it’ll only a few minutes until they’re finished with
“C-could you at least let them know I’m out here?” you asked
fretfully, wishing you could telepathically let David know you were out there.
“Ma’am, I’m not supp—“
“Please?” you interjected, tears welling in your eyes.
He frowned, but when his compassionate eyes met yours, he
sighed. “Okay.” He cracked the door open and you tried to peak past him, only
able to see one of the trainers moving at the end of the hall. The guard
appeared a minute later, much to your relief, he held the door open, ushering
you inside. “They just got finished with him.”
You gave his shoulder a squeeze as you rushed past him,
walking down the short hallway and into the room where David was reclined, a
fresh set of stitches above his brow, a deep bruise forming around his eye.
Your eyes welled with tears as you rushed over to him.
His arms opened to you, pulling you into him and you let
yourself cry. One hand ran down your back, the other stroked your hair. “Baby,
you’ve seen me hurt before. I’m okay.” he said, flustered by your outpouring of
emotion. When your tears didn’t subside, he spoke again. “Baby, I’m okay.” he
You pulled back, wiping the tears with the back of your hand
before resting them on his chest. “You’re okay.” you confirmed, soaking him in.
“Are you?” he asked, concerned.
“Am I what?” you asked, your eyes absentmindedly scanning
the neat row of stiches.
“Okay.” he said. “You’ve never cried like this because of a
bruise before.” he said gently, a firm hand resting on your waist.
“Are you kidding, David?” you sniffled. “I cry like this every
time anything happens to you.”
“No, you don’t.” he chuckled, shaking his head, assuming you
“I do.” you nodded. “Usually I wait until after you’re home;
after you’ve iced whatever was bruised or broken, then once you fall asleep I
go to the bathroom and cry.” you admitted, your eyes falling to your lap, not
wanting to admit to feeling that weak.
His free hand caught your chin lightly, lifting your face to
meet his gaze. “I had no idea.” he said softly, his eyes scanning your tear
streaked cheeks. “You don’t have to worry about me so much.”
“I do, though. Every day you wake up and play, I worry. I
worry about what shape you’ll come home in, whether I’ll just have to get you
an icepack, change a bandage, or help you walk to bed. I’ll never stop worrying
about you.” you told him.
Guilt washed over his face, this time his eyes were the ones
that dropped. “I-I didn’t know you felt like that.” he said. “I don’t want you
to worry, but I don’t know what I can do to help you feel better.” he said
“Don’t feel bad, baby.” you said. “Whatever does or doesn’t
happen, we’ll get through it, we always do.” you smiled, cupping his cheek with
your palm. “Tonight was the first time I ever saw you in this much pain. It
freaked me out… more than usual.”
“I promise I’ll be careful.” he said.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” you chuckled, knowing
full well you’d likely be icing another bruise in a few weeks’ time.
He nodded with a sigh, mulling your words over. “I have one
promise that I can make.” he said, his eyes searching yours hopefully.
“Hmm?” you hummed, your thumb brushing across his cheek.
“I promise that I’ll always love you and I promise that one
day soon, I’ll ask you to be mine forever.” he said.
Your heart beat faster in your chest, your cheeks flushing. “Did
they hop you up on painkillers, babe?”
“Well, yes… but that’s not why I’m saying this. I’ve never
cared about anyone as much as I care about you, and I knew you loved me; but
until tonight, I didn’t realize how deeply you cared for me. I love you, baby.”
You bit your lip, a fresh wave of tears washing down your
cheeks as you leaned into David, pressing a warm kiss to his lips. “I love you,
too.” you murmured, your forehead resting against his.
She couldn’t even acknowledge that he existed. As if he was the tiniest wine stain on a red dress she owned, forgotten and not given a second thought. Cast aside like the heels that pained her feet.
Lance had plenty of one-night-stands before. Some were bad, others were good and on some occasions they were amazing.
That was one of those times.
The woman stood across the table grabbing hors d'oeuvres with her small and nimble fingers. The party was for her— or rather her father’s accomplishment— but she carried herself as if she was under constant watch of people who expected her to live up to certain expectations. Like a princess.
Lance held the wine glass up to his lips unmoving. His royal blue eyes tried sending telepathic messages to the woman. ‘See me.’ ‘Look at me.’ 'Do something so I know you know I exist.’ 'Ask me for another go.’ He tried but she continued to ignore him.
That was fine, he wasn’t here for her anyway. This was only the second night of four. He could seduce dozens of other women in that time.
A four day party. Lance had never heard of such a thing aside from festivals or holiday traditions. This was a formal, classic suit-and-tie type of party celebrating a new program called Voltron. He was only invited because Katie got a plus-one and Hunk was already going with his girlfriend.
So Lance was stuck eyeing the pretty lady across the table who was now in the arms of a large gentleman with white streaks in his full black hair and a scar across his nose that demanded a story.
Lance got flashbacks from the hot amazing sex the two had had in one of the building’s bathrooms the night before.
She hadn’t wanted him to leave as soon as they were done, she wanted him to stay and hold her— which kind of weirded Lance out but he wasn’t going to say no after an encounter like that.
The woman and the man kissed passionately and it made Lance look down so he wouldn’t seem like he was staring and then he noticed a wedding band on her finger he hadn’t seen before.
'Perfect.’ He groaned to himself and walked away to go mingle and discuss the program.
An hour or so later, Lance was too tired to continue standing and doing absolutely nothing but saying hello to strangers he still had not run into. It wasn’t until he bumped into a gentleman with long-ish black hair and he almost spilled his newly filled wine glass. “Ah hell, man!”
“Sorry. Watch out.” The man replied and looked past Lance. The look on his face that appeared after was terrifying. He went pale and his pupils dilated and Lance could physically see his lips go dry.
“Hey are you good? You bumped into me but I don’t want to kill anyone-”
“I’m Keith.” The man said hurriedly.
“Okay?” Lance responded confused. He lifted his glass to his lips but Keith put a hand over the top to keep Lance from drinking. “Hey!”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
Keith was getting nervous. Whatever was behind Lance was freaking Keith out to the core. Lance turned his head to look but Keith smashed his lips into Lance’s and gripped the bottom of his suit jacket.
It was a hard kiss and a little sloppy. Wasn’t great but that was probably because whatever spooked Keith kept him from focusing.
Lance did his best to slow it down and make it better. If he was going to kiss a stranger for no reason, it was going to be decent.
A finger tapped Lance’s shoulder. A third of Lance didn’t want the kiss to end because if he was being honest, this man was hot. A third of him expected him to break the kiss and get sucker punched in the jaw. Another third of him expected a drink in the face.
So not great outcomes.
He broke the kiss slowly and prepared for the worst when he turned around. Behind him stood the man he saw kissing Lance’s one-night-stand from earlier.
“Hello?” Lance said unsure of how to go about this.
“Hi.” The man smiled with a voice that almost knocked the wind out of Lance. “I’m Takashi Shirogane.”
Now that Lance got a better look at him too, he was broader and taller than he thought. Also handsomer. But Lance noticed his mouth smiled politely but his eyes burned a hole through Lance’s soul.
“That’s cool.” Lance replied feeling Keith’s breath on the back of his neck.
“And that’s Keith.” Shiro nodded behind Lance.
“So who are you?” Shiro’s pursed his lips and flicked his eyes towards Keith.
“I’m just a guy enjoying a four-day party and the local lips of certain people. Is there a problem?” Lance drank his liquid courage quite graciously to keep himself calm infront of this guy.
“No… no there isn’t. Have a good night.” Shiro frowned and walked away clenching and unclenching his fists.
“Okay… so what the fuck was that about?” Lance turned back around to Keith who regained color back in his face.
“Oh uh… I sleep with him.” Keith mumbled.
Lance shrugged. “So why did you ask me to kiss you? He abuse you or something?”
“No!” Keith said a loud enough for people to turn heads. He gulped and loosened his crimson red tie to keep himself from suffocating on humiliation. “No.” He said quieter.
“He’s married and his wife doesn’t know, but he thinks we’re exclusive. I just don’t like sneaking around at his house or in public.” Keith explained in a hush voice. Lance was fascinated.
“That beautiful woman over there is his wife isn’t she?” Lance tipped his glass towards the woman before.
“Allura? Yeah that’s her. She’s really nice.” Keith begins to swallow down large mouthfuls of his glass of liquor.
“Ha.” Lance laughed.
“I slept with her. Last night in one of the upstairs bathrooms. She asked me to stay a little while after which was weird. Now she won’t even give me a sideways glance.” Lance shrugged as if he totally did care anymore.
He kind of did.
“Really? You got Allura to have sex with you… in a bathroom?” Keith looked astonished.
“Yeah man. I’m having a pretty good time honestly. You need to figure out how to kiss better, by the way.” Lance found himself excessively staring at Allura again and he forced himself to peel his eyes away from her physique.
“Shiro and I don’t kiss often. Maybe you can help me practice.” Keith’s tone was less hushed and more low and sexy.
“As tempting as that sounds, I’d rather not be the home-wrecker’s home-wrecker.” Lance started walking towards a newly opened table for them to stand at.
Keith followed closely like a duck. “Hey, I’m not a home-wrecker.”
“If the shoe fits…” Lance picked up the pace.
“You slept with Allura. You’re a home-wrecker too.”
“Doesn’t count because I didn’t know she was married. She didn’t have her ring. She didn’t say anything either. It’s different.” He finally reached the table before another couple got the chance to. He stood there and set his drink down.
“So? You still had sex with her.” Keith rolled his eyes. “You’re a dirty mistress, just like me.”
“You’re right.” Lance agreed not even looking in Keith’s direction. His eyes were glued to what he wanted this entire night.
Allura and Lance had locked eyes from across the entire room. Someone was talking to her but she wouldn’t let go of her hold on Lance. She smirked at him and lifted her chin before turning away from him and asking the man she was talking to for a pen and pad.
“Wait I am? I mean- yeah I am. Why?” Keith asked.
“Because I’m about to do her again. Looks like we’re dirty mistresses, Keith. Are you coming back tomorrow?” When he looked back at Allura she was gone.
“I kinda have a marriage to wreck so yeah. If he wants me I have to be here.” Then his phone went off in his pocket. He reached in and looked at the screen. His features were illuminated by the screen light when he smirked down at it. “Which is now.”
“Tonight is just a great night for me.” Lance grinned at the ceiling.
Keith lightly hit Lance’s arm and pointed to Allura closing in on their table. Lance glanced and waited for her.
Allura reached the table with a similar smug look that Keith sported. “Hello again. Keith, who’s your friend?” She asked only taking a second to look at Keith to direct her question at him before returning to Lance’s gaze.
“This is Lance. You know him?” Keith played dumb. Very well.
Allura slid Lance a new glass with a note under the base even though the one he had previously was half full. “We met last night. He makes shitty jokes but he is pretty smart.” Allura smiled and walked away.
“Seems about right.” Keith chuckled.
“Hey, I’ve never told you a joke. Plus my jokes are amazing.” Keith picked up the new glass and found the note before he got to sip the wine.
“What’s it say?” Keith craned his neck to see what was written on the small piece of paper. Lance snatched the paper from his sight and smirked.
“I have a date in the bathroom.” He finished off the new glass and winked at Keith before leaving him at the table alone.
It turns out Keith would not be alone for long as Shiro went to Keith and leaned in to whisper something in his ear. Keith and Lance caught each other’s eyes one last time before Lance disappeared into the crowd, his mind willing him to the back doors that lead to the rest of the building.
In an upstairs bathroom, Lance locked the door behind him abscess grinned at Allura who sat on the sink counter. “We’re missing the party.”
Hi! So I recently got into witchcraft after looking into contacting a lost loved one. That kinda took a back seat while I navigated this new territory and figured out what kind of witch I wanted to be. But now that I'm acquainted with this world I was wondering if you had any ideas on how to contact a dead pet? I know it may sound silly but I lost one of my rabbits a while back and he was honestly my best friend. I told him everything and I felt like he really listening to me. Thanks in advance!
I have gotten a few posts about pet magic, so I will be making a masterpost in a second! Stay tuned! :)
Thanks to my lovely bestie @monsteramongmen-tamer for requesting this one I’ve been driving myself crazy trying to make it perfect for you! I hope you like it!
TAGGING: My tags aren’t working, so I’m going to skip them for right now.
“Did it hurt…when you fell from heaven?” Braun asked before a deep laugh erupted from his chest. “Did you really use that to get your wife?” He asked one of the producers who was sitting at the bar with you guys.
“Yeah, and it worked. Laugh all you want but chicks think it’s cute.” The guy said.
“Let’s get a second opinion. Y/n, do pick up lines work on you?” Braun asked as he looked over at you.
“Yeah, I mean sometimes. Pick up lines only work when I’m drunk, though.”
“Wait…you mean you would actually fall for that crap?”
“If I had a few drinks, yeah. I think that kind of stuff is cute.” You said.
“Does that mean it’d work on you now?” He asked with a serious face before he couldn’t hold it in anymore and started laughing, clearly mocking the fact that you were kind of into pick up lines. You were not finding the situation nearly as funny as he was.
“I am not drunk!” You said. You swallowed the last of your drink before sliding it across the bar towards the bartender.
“Need a refill, beautiful?” The bartender asked.
“No. She’s good.” Braun said as he glanced over at the bartender and shot him a glare.
“No, I’m not!”
“Yes, you are,” Braun said as he reached out and took the empty glass out of your hand.
“Hey! Give that back!” You said as you reached for the glass only to have Braun raise it higher out of your reach.
“No. Now back to this pickup line thing. If a guy were to use a pickup line right now, you’d fall for it?” He asked.
“Depending on who the guy was, yeah. And it’s not like it’s gonna make me fall in love with him! It would just be an ice breaker.” You said with a shrug.
“What about Ambrose?”
“He’s married. So no.” You said.
“Eh, probably not.” You said.
You nearly choked on air at his words. Did you hear him right? Did he really say what you thought he just said?
“Now you’re just making fun of me.” You said as you rolled your eyes and turned your back to him.
“I’m not making fun. I was asking a question.” He said.
You sighed and could feel the blush creeping to your cheeks.
“Fine. Yeah. I’d probably fall for it.” You admitted. “It doesn’t matter. Not like you’re going to use a pickup line.”
“Are you a parking ticket? Cause you are fine!” He said before shooting you a wink, causing a blush to creep to your cheeks.
“So why’d you do that? Just to make fun of me?” You asked.
“Maybe it was my way of saying I think you’re cute and I’d like to take you on a date sometime…”
the first photo i just find it funny how taylor didn’t move at all like nah not going near chad thanks. and his face i’m crying he literally looks ready to welcome death or smth. and then the second one he’s so happy to take a selfie w them ppl and hayley like his mood shift is funny to me
A/N: I’ve been listening to a lot of Ed Sheeran lately soooo … :)
When Shawn’s eyes landed on you it was like the world had stopped for a second. He was back home in Toronto after his tour had finished, enjoying the time he had with his friends, until he stumbled across you in the streets.
You were in the arms of your new boyfriend, laughing at a story he had just told you about one of his friends.
“He didn’t actually say that, did he?”, you managed to get out between laughter.
Now Shawn wasn’t close enough to actually hear you but he could imagine the sound of your laughter that was once, and still is, the most beautiful sound to him. It’s been only a month since the two of you had decided to end your relationship and it was safe to say that Shawn was still hung up on you.
“Shawn?”, his friends called his name, trying to get his attention. “Earth to Shawn?!”.
His focus went back to his friends, who were far ahead of him, before going back to you and your new boyfriend for a last time.
“She’s happy now…”, Geoff swung his arm around Shawn’s shoulder. “You’re gonna feel it too, eventually. Just give it time”.
But all Shawn could do was smile to hide the truth, that he was his happiest with you by his side.
Me again 💕💕💕 if you have the time, "I just need you to kiss me. I just want to know what it feels like" :)
This took ages, but here you go:
need you to kiss me. I just want to know what if feels like.’
stares at Obi-Wan, his eyes begging him wordlessly to please, please, please, at least answer him, at
least say something, even if it’s a no, just don’t let it be nothing. But Obi-Wan
just stares back, his walls up again. He can’t stay quiet forever, can he?
Every second is a more terrible torture than the one before.
Anakin replies, ‘Don’t you Anakin me.
Don’t do that.’
stays quiet for a while. ‘You must understand I can’t kiss you.’
Anakin asks, unable to hide his pain, his anxiety and his aching heart any
longer. ‘It’s just a kiss, isn’t it?’
Of course he can’t. ‘If it’s nothing –’ he says, ‘if it’s
nothing, if you feel nothing for me,
then tell me. Look me in the eye and tell me you feel nothing.’ But please don’t do that, oh Force, do
anything but that. ‘And I’ll never ask again.’
doesn’t look at him. He doesn’t face him when he starts talking. ‘I can’t do
Anakin asks. ‘Look at me, master.’
‘It won’t just be a kiss.’
paces around the room, while Obi-Wan doesn’t move from the bed. He just sits
there, after dropping such a bomb on him. He doesn’t say anything else. He does
you mean?’ Why does he keep speaking
like this? Why is he like this? Why does he love him still? ‘Obi-Wan, talk to me.’
because I love you back.’
eyes widen and he stops in his tracks. Obi-Wan loves him back?
he hides his face in his hands, ‘I shouldn’t. We shouldn’t.’
Anakin says, ‘no one needs to know. No one in the galaxy.’
he says. ‘Just kiss me. Like nobody else exists.’
Obi-Wan stands up and faces him, finally looks into his eyes and lets them
speak that love he never knew existed before, when he presses his lips on his,
finally – he kisses him like nobody else exists.
- Constantly taking pictures / short vidos of each other .
- Sends the “diva selca” when he doesn’t know how to response .
- You have a lot of sleepy Taehyung pictures on your phone.
- A lot of touching, he thinks the playful butt grabbing is funny so he’s amused when you grab his.
- Traveling, going in different places each time .
- Also, many videos of him singing.
- Talking about random stuff until 5 am.
- Text messages like
“Bab, I’m done with practice earlyer today. Tell me when you’ll be done so we can go and maybe have dinner together. Love you, don’t forget to call me when you can :P”
- Sitting with your legs on his lap, while watching a late night movie and then fall asleep.
I sit down with Cillian Murphy to discuss his role in the epic film. I’ve been told by various other (non-Irish) journalists that they find Murphy “difficult”. This is our second meeting and I wonder if the upfront, honest and charming man I met before has undergone some sort of mysterious personality change. He hasn’t. One thing I can tell you about Murphy is that he doesn’t like stupid questions. To my mind this makes him human rather than ‘difficult’.
In Dunkirk the story is told from three perspectives – there is the story of the boys (and I do mean boys) on the beach, surrounded by the enemy and trying to evacuate. There were approximately 330,000 on the beach, with nowhere to hide, while German fighter pilots picked them off. The film starts out with soldier Tommy (a fantastic performance from Fionn Whitehead) arriving at the beach. In the air two RAF men (one Tom Hardy) try to pick off German rivals. The third strand is the story that most people know - the ‘Little Boats’, manned by civilians, who pitched in to help evacuate the beach and gave the world the phrase ‘Dunkirk Spirit’.
That narrative follows the Moonstone boat which is navigated by Mr Dawson (Mark Rylance), his son Peter (Tom Glynn-Carney (Irish grandparents)) and his pal George (Barry Keoghan). En route the trio come across a wreck with one survivor, the nameless ‘Shivering Soldier’ played by Cillian Murphy.
Murphy’s character is typical of all of the other characters in that the audience are given no backstory. There are no ‘war’ film clichés in Dunkirk, no ‘girl back home’, no foxhole confessions and no cut ins of Generals strategizing and providing exposition. The script is extremely sparse but this lack of dialogue works extremely well.
Murphy agrees, “it’s pure cinema,” he says. “The film we have now came from silent film and if you can sustain a film for two hours without any dialogue that’s pure cinema. The script (for Dunkirk) is quite slim, so a lot of it is silent and that to me is pure cinema.” When I say that by the end of the film despite not knowing anything about the characters or their background I cared immensely about their individual fates. “That’s quite an achievement,” Murphy agrees.
A lot has been made of the conditions in which the film was made and how physically uncomfortable it was for the actors at times (wearing soaking wet woollen British Army uniforms on a choppy sea). “Journalists always want you to say,” (Murphy puts on a very actorly voice) “Oh it’s so difficult and so hard,”. He laughs before continuing “It was fine – you know real people died, we’re just actors who got a bit wet. It’s not going down a mine, or being a fireman, a doctor or a surgeon, you’re just dressing up and getting a bit damp.”
Of his fellow men in the boat Murphy is lavish in his praise. “Barry is a really brilliant talent,” he says. “He’s just one of those young fellas that has it. He just has it; you don’t get many of those.” When I ask him if he enjoyed working with Mark Rylance he says “oh listen, I’m just a huge fan of his and I have been for many many years. Not just as an actor which we all know – but as a person. He’s got a wonderful energy, he’s lovely to be around.”