and my god just look at her acting

queertwinquin  asked:

Opposites attract: food critic and fast food chef :D

This was longer than i intended, but i don’t think anyone will mind haha. Content warning: alcohol 

“Oh my god.” Tegan groaned, hunching over the table she and her friend were sitting at in their regular bar.

“Why are you trying to hide? And from who?” Emy asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Look who just walked in,” Tegan hissed.

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Jealousy - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request - “Can you do a Jeff imagine where he gets jealous and then turns into a hot make out sesh?”

(This kinda has a bad-boy Jeff feel to it i guess)

It had been a week since you’d spoken to Jeff. A week since you’d had one of the worst arguments yet. A week since you’d felt good. Jeff was your everything, and being in a bad place with him made you feel bad to your very core.
But tonight, was your friend Jess’ party, and you had to go, for her. You would just have to avoid Jeff as much as possible.

You were here, but you were anxious to go in. So you stood behind a tree in the front yard until you’d downed the cider you’d brought with you for some liquid courage. You’d worn your lucky red lipstick.

“Right.” You muttered to yourself, before starting towards the door.

The party was as you expected it, you did enjoy a good party every now and again, but the worry tonight was seeing Jeff. You’d had a huge fight because Your close friend Zach had said something unclear, that gave Jeff the impression that you had been cheating on him with Zach. Of course, you hadn’t. Zach hadn’t meant any harm, but the way rumours spread was insane. Everyone left right and centre believed it was true, and were convincing Jeff off it, too.

You saw Hannah and Clay by the drinks and decided to go join them.

“Hey guys!” You grinned.

“Oh hey Y/N…” Clay stuttered, “Here have a drink.” He said, handing you a red cup. “H- Hannah why don’t you show Y/N the bathroom.” He was tripping over his words.

“Uh, Clay, I know where the bathroom is.” You laughed, a perplexed look on your face. Hannah laughed and started to move toward you.

Then, Jeff came out from behind the two with three drinks, and you realised what Clay had been trying to do.

“Right.” You nodded. “Imma go outside.” You awkwardly pointed toward the door and dashed outside. You knew Jeff had seen you, but you just weren’t prepared to face him yet. It hurt that he hadn’t believed you.

You sat down on a vacant chair in a relatively empty part of the garden with your drink, annoyed at yourself.

“Hey, Y/N. You all alone?” Montgomery De La Cruz appeared out of no where and sat in the seat next to you.

“Uh, I guess.” You shrugged.

“Nice. You having fun?” He asked.

“Not really.”

He put his hand on your knee. “I’m really sorry to hear that, Y/N, maybe I can help make the night better for you.”

Before you could even muster up a response, a booming voice emerged from the shadows.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing man?” Jeff was not one who got angry often, but this was him at his angriest. He was probably a few drinks in, and had pent up anger from the previous week. “That’s my fucking girlfriend! Get your goddamn hands off her or I swear to god-” he was pulling Montgomery by his collar away from you and his jaw was clenched.

“Jeff stop! It’s fine.” You cut in, standing up so fast that your drink fell over.

“No it’s not fine! This pretentious douche bag thinks he can just hit on my girlfriend and I won’t notice?” He shoved him.

“Jeff!” You shouted again. “He meant no harm. It’s not exactly like you’ve been acting like my boyfriend for the past week, so I don’t know why you are now.” The salt in your voice stung. Jeff looked taken aback, but his fist remained clenched.

“Man I’m outta here, not worth it.” Monty’s voice cut through as neither of you had really been paying attention to him, and he slithered back into the house.

“You clearly don’t get it.” He snapped.

“I’m not having this fucking argument again.” You moved in toward him, throwing your hands above your head.

“Don’t bother then!” He scoffed, stepping inwards.

“I won’t!” You spat.




“Fucking fine.” He was so close now that you could feel his hot breath on your face.

He smiled menacingly and his jaw was tight. His eyes were boring into yours. Then in one swift movement he crashed his lips to yours and grabbed your waist roughly. You kissed him back fiercely and tugged at his hair. His tongue slipped into yours and you breathed heavily through your nose. His hands were hot on you and the kiss was deep and knee-buckling. He moved his mouth down to your neck, and pressed kisses all over, before coming back to your lips and increasing the hormone driven atmosphere that parties often had. You were shivering ever so slightly from the cold, which Jeff must have sensed.

“Bedroom. Now.” Jeff whispered roughly against you, pressing on your hips. You nodded and reluctantly broke away from him, to go back in the house and find somewhere unoccupied. You re entered the house and turned back to look at Jeff. He had your red lipstick smudged all around his mouth.

“Nice look, Atkins.” Clay Jensen remarked as he passed. Jeff shook his head, clearly uncaring, and followed you up the stairs.

Once you found an empty room you resumed eating each others faces. Jeff lifted you up under your butt and you wrapped your legs around him.

“I’m so sorry…” you breathed between kisses.

“Oh believe me, I’ve never been more sorry in my life…” Jeff chuckled against you. “I knew I should’ve believed you… but everyone was telling me not to… I’m sorry…”

“Shut… up…” you struggled. He brought you down onto the bed with him and lay you down, pulling a leg over him.

“Damn… didn’t… realise… week… long time…” he eventually managed to get out.

Idiot. You thought to yourself.

About the ages

I know, I know, there is a lot of fandom wank going around regarding shipping but aside from the discourse I’m here as your resident twenty something to present to you my age based head canons: 

For starters: apparently Shiro is 25. 

In the teen young adult context this might seem like “omg he’s so old!!!!” but let me ask you: have you ever met an actual 25 year old man??? 

They are basically a bunch of just-out-of-college boys with the mentality of a teenager, who are suddenly able to have their own money and do all the stupid shit an actual teen can’t. 

And yet, there’s also a significant difference when you look back at your 17 y/o self. For example, my 17 year old sister took my 23 y/o ass out with her friends last week. While she was doing 1dll shots, I sneaked away back with the other “”fake adults”” to have actual normal drinks. “God, I’m just so glad I’m not 17 anymore,” we all sight, watching them. 

So pretty much, Shiro will act mature and level headed most of the time and then have sudden stupid adrenaline-junkie impulses and revert back to a teenager attitude to everyone’s surprise and delight (and then probably take 3 days more than them recovering because he feels too old for this shit)

Also Keith is 18 and Lance is 17 and let me tell you for teenagers that matters and I can see Keith pulling the “shut up, I’m the adult here” card a million times to Lance’s utter horror. The thing is 17-18 is not so big of a difference and they end up acting just exactly the same annoying way. 

And, like, Hunk is 17 but he’s already so tall and big and listen 17 year old kids are so self-conscious, talk to me about Hunk having a grow-sprout at like 15 and then hunching over for years until the Garrison taught him out of it, tell me about him always feeling clumsy and too big, even if he’s sized as a regular (albeit tall and strong) adult. Hunk physically feeling more comfortable around Shiro, even knowing their age difference because he feels like there’s nothing wrong with him. 

And finally Pidge. Listen, Pidge, my girl, my baby, she’s just a child! And I don’t think the paladins quite notice, but listen Shiro has to notice that he’s leading a literal child to battle and tell me it doesn’t eat him up at night to think she’s freaking ten years younger than him and she should not be going through this right now. 

I suppose Pidge’s age difference in comparison to Hunk and Lance is mostly because, when faking her papers to sneak back into the Garrison, she must have aged herself up. 

The moment Hunk, Lance and Keith realize she’s actually 15 every kind of “shut up, you’re like 12″ joke ensues. Meanwhile, Shiro is —mentally— rolling his eyes like “you’re all babies, what you even talking about?”

Even though the fandom tends to portray Pidge as impulsive and short-tempered, I doubt this is so much about her personality as it is about her age. 

Let me ask you again: have you ever met an actual 15 year old??? Or, more importantly, have you —as an older teen or twentysomething— had to share a roof with a 15 year old for more than a week???? It’s hell fire everywhere, every little detail is source of drama and friendships ending and restarting and drastic decisions are made and they have pretty much no impulse control and will say hurtful things and then regret it. 

So basically what I’m saying is Pidge is 100% the embodiment of an angsty short-tempered teenager dealing with a lot of hormones on top of trying to save the universe. 

“Jealousy isn’t my thing” Zach Dempsey

Request: Zach x Reader where Zach gets jealous :) [fluff-cuteness] hope everyone likes it.

NOTE: I am so sorry this is late but I hope you guys like it x

Originally posted by corn-flacks

You and Zach had been going out for 9 months now. Nearly a year. God everything was perfect. At first you were hesitant to even become friends with him because he’s a Jock. it was a biology project that got both of you together. so from working on a project; to revising together; then the healthy flirting turning into a relationship.

Your best friend Clay was really happy for you. He was against it first because Zach was a “JOCK” but then he saw how caring, loving and affectionate Zach was towards you.

Zach didn’t mind yours and Clay’s friendship but he wasn’t a big fan of it either. Sometimes you would see Zach dropping him looks but you’d ignore it thinking he’s just being childish. 

You haven’t really seen Zach much because you and Clay have this History project coming up so you’ve been with Clay for a whole week working on it.

“God I miss him Clay” you said as Clay was stapling some papers.                      “I know (Y/N), but patience is a virtue” he said whilst laughing and you just gave him a little nudge.


(Zach’s POV)

I trust her. I really do. But recently she’s been spending all her time with the Jensen and i don’t like it. I know that she loves me but like why can’t she just take two minutes out to call me or something.

{Next Day}

There she is, walking arm in arm with Jensen. Am I her man or Jensen?            “What’s up bro?” said Justin.                                                                                 “Nothing bro” i said whilst glaring at Jensen. No, I don’t like this but she doesn’t care so fuck it. She’s looking at me, walking towards me with her arms open like nothing’s wrong. WOW.

((Y/N) POV)

He saw me right? Why did he just walk off like that?                                            “Is everything ok?” Clay said but I didn’t know what to say so i just nodded and walked with him.

3 days. 3 motherf**kin days and Zach Dempsey has not even looked to me, let alone spoken to me. He’s there with all his jock friends but do I care? No! So here it goes.

(Zach’s POV)

She just grabbed my arm and dragged me with her to the girl’s toilet. Thank God no one was there to see. Well…the teachers weren’t there so it’s fine…I guess.                                                                                                                  “What’s your problem?” she said as she had me against the wall. God i just wanted her for myself, that’s all. She looked so beautiful all the time but when she was angry, there was something about her.She looked HOT AS FUCK.        

“Nothing.” I said coldly, pushing her lightly to the side and trying to walk off “you should go to Jensen probably he won’t make you feel pissed” I said and all i heard was a little sniffle.

“OH..MY..GOD. I am so sorry babe…ok-don…don’t cry now” I said. I couldn’t see her upset. I was just pissed that you were spending time with Jensen and not me. I know better, I trust you and I shouldn’t have acted like a chil-”

 But to my unfortunate luck she was just pretending. Before i could finish (Y/N)  started giggling and it turned into  a fit of laughter. I must say I was relieved that I didn’t make her cry.     

                                                                                                                    “Jealousy’s not my thing” she said.                                                                       “What do you me-”, I was cut off by her tender lips placed in mine and let’s just say it was kiss filled with love, passion. lust and hunger of  not kissing each other for a week. The kiss turned in to a everlasting make out session. My hands all over her body, her leaving trails of kisses down my neck. Then those purple marks that only I could give her. My left hand resting on her but and my right hand on her thigh. She had her hands around my neck.                               She stopped to catch her breath. “When we started dating you told me Jealousy isn’t your thing, but look at you now. All jealous and that”

I was stuck for a moment. I’m not the jealous type but this time I was. “I..uh..ummm…I felt insecure” She looked at me confused as to why would I even feel that way. “It’s just he’s known you for years and all so I got a bit j..jea…jealous!”.

She cupped both of my cheeks and gave me a little peck. “ I love you, Dempsey” (Y/N) said, her eyes filled with love. “ It’s been 9 months since we’ve been together so that says a lot” she said with  a little giggle. 

I laughed, reassured that my baby is only my baby. 

“Who’s in there?” we heard Ms.Kimberly say.                                                        “We’re so dead” (Y/N) said. WE both came out and faced Ms. Kimberly who had a disappointed look on her face. (Y/N) lipstick was on my lips, her neck was covered with this purple bruises and so was mine. 

“Office. Now!” she yelled and started walking with us following behind.

“Jealousy still isn’t my thing, just saying” I said before pulling (Y/N) from her waist towards myself for a hug.

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Mistakes and forgiveness - older!Damian Wayne x Reader

Remember when I said : “I won’t write about the batfam for a while” ? Yeah, I guess I totally lied. No self control really. Anyway, I adore that prompt. So I tried to write something about it…Not sure it’s what you wanted anon. Hope you’ll still like it though :

Warning : slightly NSFW and language. 

My masterlist blog :


-Hey Damian I…Oh.

As you entered in his bedroom at Wayne Manor, the one he was suppose to leave the coming week to come and live with you, one of your worst nightmare stopped you cold in your tracks.

He was sitting on the edge of his bed, facing the door and…

There was an almost naked girl in his lap. 

Her tongue was in his mouth. One of her hand tangled in his hair, just like you did, the other one splayed across his broad bare chest. His own hands were on her ass, leaving marks of his fingers for later. 

You knew she noticed you, but she kept on going, the hand that was on his chest going to the waistband of his boxer…He opened his eyes and locked them on you, while still kissing her…Hell, while still devouring her mouth ! He opened his eyes, locking his gaze on you and…in his beautiful green orbs, you could see nothing but disdain, a bit of disgust, and…cruelty ? And it was directed to you. He pulled away from her for a second, and his words stabbed you in the heart : 

-Can’t you see I’m busy ? 

The girl’s smirk drove the knife further into your bleeding heart…

You tried to hide your pained expression, out of pride, but it was impossible…You’ve seen enough.

You left, slapping the door shut behind you. 

Tears ran freely down your cheeks, and you ignored Damian’s father asking you what was wrong as you ran out of the Manor. 

You quickly got in your car, and your feet didn’t leave the accelerator pedal until you were back in front of your apartment. Without even bothering to take your clothes off, you fell heavily on your bed, empty. Your tears had ran out. 

Nothing. You felt nothing. Utterly empty. You fell asleep, the scene you witnessed in your ex-boyfriend’s room replaying over and over again in your head, and after, in your dreams. No. Not dreams. Nightmares. 

You woke up, sweating, and decided you just couldn’t stay in your apartment. You had to get out. You just had to. 

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When I was young, my dad always let me listen to comedy albums. I always knew about comedy, I always loved comedy.The day that I saw Whoopi Goldberg on television, I cried so hard, because I kept looking at my daddy going, ‘Oh my god. there’s somebody on TV that looks like me! She looks like me! Yay! I can be on TV! I can be on TV! I can do it! Look at her look at her! she looks just like me.‘”

Reasons Zoë Nightshade deserves more recognition
  • she uses words like “scullion”
  • she hates English because it “changes too often”
  • when she is upset she slips into a stronger Shakespearean accent
  • she’s described as gorgeously beautiful and the looks of a Persian princess
  • she was freaking awesome with a bow
  • she started the dam snack bar joke…”Let us find the dam snack bar.”
  • “Her eyes flashed murderously at Apollo”
  • “Are you suggesting that the gods have trouble acting together, young lady?“ Dionysus asked.
    Yes, Lord Dionysus.”
    Mr. D nodded. “Just checking. You’re right, of course. Carry on.”
  • “Zoë rarely kids about anything” …….. 
  • The first joke Percy claims hearing from her is  “It was thy ice-cream sandwich that did it,”
  • however my personal favorite is
  • “That’s us,” he said. “Those five nuts right there.”
    “Which one is me?” I asked.
    “The little deformed one,” Zoë suggested.
    “Oh, shut up.” 
  • she’s a Hesperid
  • technically Calypso is her half-sister
  • Hercules totally screwed her over when she helped him in the Garden of the Hesperides and was then exiled by her own family
  • she is honored Percy carries Riptide
  • she forswore romantic love for over 2000 years
  • the oracle left the attic to give her a quest/prophecy
  • she’s very very loyal
  • so loyal she offered to take the sky from Artemis
  • on her quest with the others she faces the family that disowned her.
  •  in the end, her own father was the one who killed her
  • Artemis turned her into a constellation
  • When Atlas was about to kill Percy, she screamed, "NO!” and fired a handful of arrows into his armpit so he would turn on her

Percy said she was one of the “bravest people he had ever met.”

Zoë is amazing and deserves so much more love in this fandom


Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Chapter 5

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

╳ Genre: fluff, smut, angst

╳ Summary: Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”

No missed calls. No missed texts. Nothing.

It’s been 5 days since Jungkook and I’s little fling.  Most of my thoughts have been swarming around him. Disgusting, right? How am I supposed to act when I see him next? Am I supposed to act like it didn’t happen? Still treat him like the dick he is? But because I kind of liked it, should I act grateful? Okay, fuck that. The last option was too far. And I absolutely did not like it.

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Tantalizing: 08

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: No Smut, Slight Angst
Word Count: 5,281
A/N: This is my last chapter from the series, and though it doesn’t have smut and it might not satisfy all readers, I do hope you enjoyed and continue to stick around after this fic to see the others I have in store. This was my first actual series/fic to write and start here on Tumblr, and I’m glad I had such great support for it!

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Drabble Prompt: “Can you struggle a little? I feel like you’re taking this way too calmly and I’m worried.“

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Requested by: @torn-and-frayed

“Happy Birthday, sexy!” Your boyfriend exclaims when he saunters into your best friend’s house.

“Thanks, sexy!” You sass jumping up, wrapping your arms and legs around the insanely gorgeous man.

“You made it.” You whisper into his ear sounding muffled.

“Of course I made it, gorgeous. I would never miss this.” He whispers back leaning his forehead on yours.

“Ok ok. There’s other people here, you fuckers!” Jared cracks making you bury your face into Jensen’s neck, trying to hide flushed cheeks.

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Look At Me - Request

Summary: Dean is on the phone and reader wants his attention so she makes him hang up to the person he’s talking to.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 1.946

Warnings: Not much plot, but loads of smut (rough, bit of spanking, bit of teasing, unprotected)

A/N: I turns out, I did have a Dean request among the Sherlock ones and just now I found out. 


Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

A case, a new threat, maybe just someone calling to say hi; it didn’t matter. She wanted attention, and she wanted it in that exact moment. He was at the library, and she was just at the door, preparing herself to get what she wanted.

“Yeah, sure…” Dean replied listlessly to whoever was on the other side of the line. He was writing something on a piece of paper, and (Y/N) didn’t mind to read it. “OK, yeah…” He continued.

(Y/N) took the pen (or was it a pencil?) out of his hand, throwing it behind her back, then she scrunched the piece of paper and threw it away as well, taking its place on the table to sit. Dean watched every move she made with his lips parted and his eyes focused.

“Jody, I will uh… I have to go…” And with that, Dean hanged up the phone.

“That was easier than expected.” She flirted.

“If my girl comes here wearing that… Everything is easy.” Dean whispered.

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Moana Rant

Y’all, I just have to get this off my chest:

 My mother is full-blooded Hawaiian, and my father is the whitest man I know. My sister and I are both, respectively, half Hawaiian. We both have the thick, black, curly hair; the gold-toned skin; the big Hawaiian nose; we’ve been taught the folklore and some of the language…so when I saw that Moana was coming out, my heart filled with so much joy, I cried. When I saw the movie, I wept the entire time. FINALLY, a Polynesian princess (and I have to repeat that: POLYNESIAN princess, not just Hawaiian). However, there was this looming dread at the fact that this amazing cultural movie about my people was finally happening. And gotdamn wouldn’t you know I was right to be scared? 

While it fills me with so much happiness to see people love this movie, y’all gotta stop trying to make Moana look like every other disney princess because she ain’t. I respect artists and I understand that there is some leeway in the way you draw, but stop taking away what makes her Polynesian for the sake of your aesthetic. Please. I am begging you. Stop taking away her big beautiful wide nose. Stop taking away her dark golden-undertoned skin. Stop taking away her voluminous, curly, DARK hair. Please just stop. I have waited my entire life to see someone who looks JUST LIKE ME be important in media, and now y’all taking away what makes her Polynesian? Are you serious? 

And another thing: Moana is about the Polynesian people, and all their diversities. The people on Moana’s island are not all one type of Polynesian people (i.e. Maori, Hawaiian, Samoan, Tongan etc.) , they make up all of us. This movie mixes demi-gods and goddesses and folklores from all of our societies, and shows how truly diverse, magical, and sacred all of our cultures are. Please do not act as if you know everything about Poly cultures just from seeing this movie, and do not think that because this movie is out it gives free range for you to have lu’au or wear those cheap grass skirts and flower crowns; LEARN your Polynesian cultures. With this movie becoming influential and important, please let it remind you to be respectful of all Polynesian culture and to educate yourself on all the wonders our different cultures have to offer. Give this space to those of us who are finally having representation and finally get to enjoy our culture being on the big screen for everyone to enjoy and become a part of. 

E pili mau na pomaika`i ia `oe (May blessings ever be with you)

skam-fest (balloon squad livestream): TRANSLATION, part 2

part 1 here :)

Q: Kosegruppa dk wonders: What is it like to work together with Iman?

Cengiz: *Repeats the question* I can put it like this: we were a lot alike. We laugh all the time, mess around like hell, and were not afraid to touch each other, there doesn’t need to be limits to touching, but that we know. She’s a very good lady, or girl. And really fun to work with, and easy to get to know, and so am I, so we clicked pretty fast, and thats what was important to me, who was completely new this season and was supposed to take on that role and had never done acting before and I knew already from the beginning that I was supposed to kiss Josefine and I was really stressed about that. And i spoke with her (Iman) about how I should do all that and she helped me through all of it and it was her getting sad right so… That was really strange. I was thinking okay so now I’m in the acting world, and it’s actually just like this. It’s fake, all of it, you play it real. There was a time where my girlfriend came to me and said “this is really sad to say Cengiz, but I got really jealous when I watched you in that one scene, and you have to be allowed to do it but I think it’s kinda sad, but you have to hear that you (act like you’re really) in love and it’s really good. Because all the fans believe in it.” But it wasn’t easy either. It was harder playing emotional scenes with Iman than playing the kissing scene, actually, because it’s about looking this person in the eyes, and it’s Iman and you’re like what the fuck am I looking at, you know! It’s been like ten minute staring contests without  laughing, but its that moment when you started to laugh it became sweet, you know.  Julie just gets it, she knows what to do, like, so it wasn’t so hard to play it either. Because Julie got it, she pressed, she played us really, tricked Iman and me into playing a romantic scene in a fun way so it became romantic on screen. It was fun then and there, my god. But it is really easy to act with her, at least, she’s really talented and really positive all the time, all the time yes. I’ve never seen her mad or anything. Yeah, really fun all the time. The whole team. Thank you to the whole team for being there for me and supporting me, I was totally lost, like I’m kissing Josefine, fuck, and the first time I met her I just (was like) “hi.” And in my mind I was like “I’m kissing you later” like in front of camera. Not before or after, it’s so strange you don’t get to try before either, because then it’s wrong because it’s private, but in front of the camera it’s not private and then you can do it, that’s like, I think it was weird, but everyone on the team helped me a lot with it, so that I really appreciate.

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A Pearl In The Rocks

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 2079

Pairing: LokixReader

Summary: Thor dumped Loki with the Avengers, believing it would help his little brother. It wasn’t long before the two of you became fast friends, and you ended up being the only person in Stark tower Loki would talk to.

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

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She's Testosterone

Read the sequel: She’s Testosterone 2
Words: 2.4k
Genre: Crack Fic. No lies here.
Summary: Drop dead gorgeous, cute and sassy - you adore your best friend. But is there more beneath the surface? Who exactly is Min Yoonji?



“Turn that fucking shit off!” A groggy voice calls on the other side of the tiny room.

It takes less than a second for you to spring up from your bed with a big inhale and stretch.

It’s a new day!

A new future!

A new you!

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the way wonder woman’s powers are being shown in the trailers is so good!! she isn’t just brute force, strength, and speed she is an incredibly skilled fighter and a lot of the times that doesn’t shine through in the comics (i mean, come on, she head-butted a tank). the trailers show her moving quickly with purpose and taking down multiple people in seconds. the way her gauntlets are shown blocking bullets is just so perfect. we see it happening in slow motion but diana is moving and processing things much quicker than those around her (it honestly reminded me a bit of how the world moves for the flash). this highlighting how quick she is not just physically, but mentally. she really is the ultimate warrior.

And the lasso! oh my god the lasso. the way it moves as an extension of diana is just!!! And it doesn’t act like a normal rope without being over the top. It is clear that it is following diana’s will in the way that it moves. I was nervous about how they’d do the lasso but they really pulled through.

I could go on for hours about her sword skills. I mean it’s obvious gal gadot put a lot of work into this. It looks natural and she handles the sword so well. Whoever choreographed the fight scenes needs a medal honestly.

I definitely think she is able to fly. Obviously not like superman who breaks the sound barrier, but she can do more than just huge leaps like we saw in bvs. We have a shot of her hovering over London then putting her arm out in that classic flying pose which is so breathtaking. And the shot where she hovers and then crosses her gauntlets is!!!

I’m just so excited and could talk about it all day

The Blackouts (Part One) - Stuart Twombly

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Blackout, Part One”

Relationship: Stuart Twombly x Original Female Character

Based on: Writer In The Dark - Lorde, which you should listen to just cause it’s like so a part of this fic…

Author’s Note: So, my first Stuart. It is purposefully detailed as all get out and poetic-ish. *shrugs* This will only be two parts, and the second part will be coming soon enough.

Additional Note: *** so anything that looks like this is a lyric from “Writer In The Dark” by Lorde… I generally use italics for a greater effect on a certain part of a sentence, which I still do, but in the part where she is reading from her book, anything that is italicized but not bold, was borrowed from Said the Shotgun to the Head by Saul Williams. That is not my original content. He is a brilliant poet, and I am not, but I wanted Penny to be. so, credit given where it is due. ***

Summary: At age 18, Stuart Twombly met and fell in love with Penelope Marshall. At age 21, he let her go. At age 27, he saw her again.

Originally posted by mieczyslawr

“Hi, I’m sorry, I really don’t want to bother you, but are you Penelope Marshall?”

The hair on Stuart’s arms stood at the sound of that name. He lowered the volume on his laptop, as a new song began to play, and then pulled his headphones from his ears altogether. The coffee shop had died down as the lunch hour crowd had begun to clear out, and the tables around Stuart’s began to empty. He looked around to see where the conversation he had managed to overhear, in between changing songs on his computer, was coming from. Three tables down he saw a girl standing in front of a table, and then saw a familiar sight: a pair of blue slip-on Toms, ankles crossed, resting on an empty chair. Stuart thought that it had to be a coincidence, and yet, he continued eavesdropping.

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Part Seven in the series

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six

It’s a sad day for Y/n.

She knows shes being a little over dramatic about this but she really wanted to go. 

Tonight was the night. 

But she couldn’t go.

Tonight was the Nick Jonas Concert.

She wanted to go so bad but she couldn’t afford tickets. She was devastated. She had never been to a concert before, and she was like in love with Nick Jonas. It just seemed like it would be right. 

“Hey you.” Shawn called as he walked up beside her. He took her hand and tangled their fingers together. “Ready for the History test today?” He asked.

“Yeah, studied all night.” She looked over at him. He noticed her off mood, he kissed her cheek. 

“Let me take you out tonight?” He asks pulling her a little closer.

“I don’t…” She started before he cut her off.

“Let me take your mind off of the concert. Let me distract you? We could go to dinner, a movie?” He asks raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah, you know what that sounds amazing.” She smiles at him. 

“Good, dress up. We’re going fancy tonight.” He said before kissing her. She nodded and pulled him back for another kiss.


They got to school parting ways for first period but meeting back up again for second. Shawn waits until Y/n is seated before taking a seat next to her. She leans her head onto his shoulder, taking a deep breath. 

“Did you get new cologne?” She asks looking up at him. He blushes a bit and nods.

“You like it?” He asks trying to read her face again. She takes another inhale and smiles a bit.

“Love it,” She smirks at him. 

“Oh yea?” He asks smirking too. He leans in and kisses her. 

When they kiss at school, they are respectful of their peers. No one wants to watch a make out session, that’s just gross. So its’ a peck her, a peck there.

But when their lips connect, she deepens the kiss. Slipping her tongue into his mouth, inhaling his scent again. When she pulls back Shawn stares at her in shock.

“Whoa.” He breathes out. 

“Sorry.” She mumbles. He takes her hand, pulling her close.

“Don’t ever apologize for that. Especially for that.” He says in a hushed tone. She laughs and shakes her head. “But what the hell was that?” He asks.

“Just, wear that cologne more often.” She shrugs getting her notebook out for class.

“My cologne got you all worked up?” He quirks an eyebrow at her. 

“And your shirt.” She tries to hide her smile. He looks down and gives her a humored look. 

“Too tight for you?”

“Nope, it’s just right.” She confirms giggling. He nods and kisses her cheek as class starts. 


“Y/n! Shawn’s here.” Her mom calls out, time for her date. 

She is in black flowy dress. Her hair is in a ponytail, with her bangs pulled back. She is wearing a pair of strappy black sandles.

“Wow, you look amazing.” Shawn says taking in her appearance. She blushes and lets her eyes rake over his body. 

He’s in blue jeans and a black button up. He’s got his hair styled a up a bit and holds a single rose. 

“Awe baby did you get me a rose?” She asks smiling at him. He smiles as he nods, handing her the rose. “I love it, thank you.” She smiles, her mom offers to take it. 

“Wow.” Her mom says when she takes the rose.

“What?” Y/n asks.

“I remember when you guys were four. We were going to the park and Shawn picked you a bunch of flowers from the field. He handed them to you, but then wanted to run off and play, so I took your flowers so you could take his hand and run off. It’s just crazy to think I’m still doing that, 12 years later. He is still giving you flowers and I’m still taking them so you can take his hand and run off.” Her mom almost starts to tear up. 

“Awe Mom.” Y/n says hugging her mom. 

“You treat her right Shawn, thanks.” Her mom says looking at Shawn.

“Well Dad always told me when you love a girl you give her flowers.” He smiles at Y/n. She blushes and takes his hand. “I’ll have her home, well you know.” He waves at her mom. 

“Have fun.” She calls as they walk to his Jeep.

“Where are we going?” Y/n asks as he helps her in the Jeep.

“That my dear is a surprise.” He smirks at her. 

“Can I have a kiss?” She asks, now that their alone, she can finally act on her feelings.

“Come here.” He laughs leaning in to kiss her. “God you look so good.” He shakes his head walking to his side of the car. 

The car ride is full of laughs and giggles. Shawn sings along to the radio, changing lyrics to match them to Y/n. He holds her hand as he drives to the destination. 

“Shawn? Where are you taking me?” She asks looking around.

“Just trust me babe.” He looks over at her. She nods and smiles at him. He kisses her hand and smiles, she’s gonna love his surprise. 

He parked a few blocks away from the arena. 

“We gotta walk a little bit.” He says getting out. She gets out and meets him as he walks to her.

“I was gonna get your door.” He mumbles. She laughs and wraps her hands around his bicep. 

“Can you tell me where were going yet?” She asks. 

“No, but were almost there.” He says with a smile. 

They walk the few blocks and Y/n starts to notice the huge crowd of people they are walking too. 

“Shawn?” She asks looking at him. He continues guiding her to crowd.

“Nick Jonas Tickets are sold out bro, sorry.” A security guard says approaching Shawn and Y/n. 

“No problem.” Shawn smiles. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out two tickets. Y/n almost faints. The guard nods and waves Shawn through. They stop in line behind a huge group of girls. 

“Shawn?” Y/n asks, at a loss for words.

“Surprise?” He asks smiling at her.

“Oh my god. I love you so much.” She cheers jumping on him, embracing him. He wraps his arms around her and holds her. 

“Babe you’re shaking.” He says as he set her down.

“Sorry I’m just really excited.” 

“It’s okay. But date night isn’t so bad now is it?” He asks smirking.

“It was never bad, this is just amazing.” She says looking around.

“Good.” He says as the line starts moving.


The concert is over and Y/n is holding onto Shawn’s arm as they walk back to his Jeep.

“Well how was your first concert?” He asked looking at her.

“It was amazing. Thank you so much for getting me tickets.” She says stopping him, he looks at her. 

“No problem baby.” He smiles, she clutches his arm and pulls him a bit closer.

She’s been thinking about this a lot lately. She has never felt this way about anyone, and she doesn’t plan on feeling this way for anyone else. She wants to be his, completely, and she wants him to be hers, completely. 

“Shawn.” She looks at him, her eyes full of emotion. 


“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

“How much longer till I have to go home?” She asks looking around.

“Um, I told your mom that show should be over at like 12 but it’s only 10 so we could probably swing 2 hours safely.” He says catching her gaze again.

“Who’s at home?” She asks him.

“No one, Mom, Dad, and Aaliyah are out of town still. Why?”

“Can we go there?” She asks.

“Yeah, of course.” Shawn says confused. He walks her to his Jeep and drives her to his house. 

The car ride involves lots of staring, smiling, touching, and ‘I love yous’. 

He walks in after her and closes the door. 

“No one is gonna come home?” She asks stopping in the hallway. He has her hand in his and she’s pulling her with him.

“No, I’m home alone.” He says nodding. She starts to pull him upstairs to his bedroom. 

“What are you doing?” He asks before she kisses him. He doesn’t argue, kisses her back, and enjoys being her in arms. 

The kiss is feverish, like shes desperate. 

He pushes her up against the wall and holds her close. 

“What are you doing?” He asks out of breath as she starts to unbutton his shirt.

“I want you.” She says looking up at him.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you.” He looks away. 

“No Shawn,” She grabs his chin and makes him look at her. “I want you, I want this.” She smiles. He nods and connects their lips again. 


They are laying in his bed, looking at each other. 

“You are so pretty.” He says playing with her hair. She blushes and shakes her head. “I love you so much, it’s insane.” He confesses kissing her shoulder.

“I love you.” She smiles at him.  

“I need to buy you more concert tickets, if that’s the thanks I get.” He jokes pulling her closer. She scoffs and pushes his shoulder.

“Shut up.” She laughs. He buries his head into her shoulder and kisses her neck lightly. She looks over his shoulder and notices that she has to be home in 15 minutes.

“Shawn, we have to get up. I have to go home.” She sighs. He holds her tighter.

“No!” He pouts. She laughs.

“Shawn.” She says as he looks at her.

“Can we just lay for 5 more minutes. Can you just lay in my arms. Be mine.” He asks with his big puppy dog eyes.

anonymous asked:

If you could design the perfect wife, down to hair color, laugh, favorite scripture, Interests and height, etc. what would she look like and act like?

Even if I could, I wouldn’t.

I’m not here to design a perfect wife, I’m here to love an imperfect woman and point her to He who is perfect. I don’t want to create these fantasies and have them taint my heart, you feel? I can say that I am drawn to a heart on fire for God - like literally. I do hold that to a high standard. I’m just not that drawn to a heart that isn’t focused on Him, and when I am, it’s easy to fall out of that attraction because it’s not grounded upon that key foundation: Christ.

When I meet my future wife, her hair color is going to be my favorite hair color. Her laugh is what is going to make my cheeks turn red. Her favorite verses are the ones I’m going to have highlighted in my Bible and hung up on our walls. Her interests will have my attention. Her height doesn’t matter, what matters is that we stand together. How she will look like will ravish my heart, whether she’s in her pjs or if she’s dressed up ready for a fancy dinner. How she acts will be willed by a soul that I desire to know on the most fundamental level.

If I could design the perfect wife, I wouldn’t. Because there is no such thing. All I have is the opportunity to love a lovely imperfect human being with the fullness of my heart and soul. And that adventure, my friend, is what will be perfect.

In Your Eyes

  • Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader ft. the rest of BTS
  • Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Drabble
  • Words: 2.5K
  • Description: Jungkook is not adept at interacting with girls, especially not ones he’s been crushing on for years. 
  • A/N: Because I really needed this after all the Jungkook angst

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

“Doing 10 more reps is not going to make you feel any better you know.”

Jungkook grunts, before placing the weight back on the rack. 

“You’ve been at it for hours. Take a break man.” Seokjin takes another sip from his water bottle, using the towel draped over his shoulder to wipe the trickle of sweat that’s started to run down from his forehead.

It had only been a couple of weeks ago that Seokjin started dragging the younger male along with him to the gym. He thought it’d take more convincing, but the mention of girls being attracted to fit guys was all it took to get Jungkook off the couch he’s been playing video games on for the past few months. He didn’t expect Jungkook to become this obsessed with weight training, didn’t think the nerd had it in him, but boy was he wrong. 

“I’m this close to hitting my goal body fat percentage.” Jungkook sits up from the bench and grabs his usual blend of protein powder and mineral water, biceps twitching as he lifts the bottle to pour the liquid down his throat.

“Don’t tell me you’re already treating this like gaming stats.”

“You need to have goals in your life.” 

“What’s the point? You don’t even take shirtless post-workout selfies.” Seokjin turns to face the mirror and begins stretching, admiring his self-proclaimed perfect face in the process. “And if you think your newly developed muscles are going to just translate over to your nonexistent social skills, I have some bad news for you bro.” 

“I just want to see improvement ok?” Jungkook defends, walking over to the next station. 

“You seriously think I don’t know the real reason you’re pushing yourself so hard?” Seokjin glances over to eye the sweaty boy who’s now moved on to legs. “You literally hid behind a bush when you saw her walking towards you last week.”

“I was still in my sweaty gym clothes!” Jungkook exclaims, as if it could pass as an excuse. 

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