and people applauded after he said that

Two of the Hearts- Jack Wilder imagine

Request from anon:  Can you do a Now You See Me imagine where reader is a solo magician and Jack meets her one day and falls for her, he tries to impress her with trick but she already knows every one of them and instead of him impressing her, she ends up impressing him. And then he admits his feelings and they get together :)

Fandom: Now you see me

A/N: Here is my first ‘Now you see me’ imagine, yay ! I hope you’’ll like it

Originally posted by kpfun

When on the outside was getting colder, it was very difficult to attract the attention of viewers. Everyone were hurry to get to their work or their homes, so almost no one rarely stopped in the middle of the park, to watch someone’s performances. Sometimes, however, it happened ,that even the most busy people paused to watch your little show. You have all the attention of the audience, trying to obtain as much praise as it possible, and by the way- money. At this regular place, you used to take only a cup of coffee, a deck of cards and a few small metal objects, that could be a great advantage.

While some of the usual afternoons, when most people focus on you, you gave another demonstration of card stunts. One hand movement you made, the whole deck of cards missing from your hands, and after a while spilled onto the ground from both sleeveless of your coat. People were delighted and applauded so loudly that it scared even a few squirrels. You kindly bow your head when poeple threw the money into your open, almost empty bag.

You gathered hastily cards from the ground and then started to shuffle them again, when you noticed that someone looks at your, from little distance. The boy was about your age, he was very handsome and looked at you with a slight smile on his face. You were looking at him from time to time, focusing only on the trick, but after a while, he said something loudly, capturing the audience’s attention.

-It’s very impressive. But I’m sure I can impress your audience much better.

All the people, who had just surrounded you,  with curious look on their faces approached the boy, watching him intently.

-I’m Jack Wilder. And today I want you to show how I’m gonna flex this little spoon … - boy pulled out a small metal spoon to tea.- Only because of the power of my mind.

Outraged, carefully you have been watching the boy with one hand holding the spoon, and the other slowly lowered down, making the metal flex more and more. The audience was charmed.

-Really well, Mr. Wilder-You shout.-but not as impressive as yours ability to fraud.

You come closer to the boy and take out from his pocket half of the teaspoon which he was hiding all the time insidiously, and you showed it proudly to the public.

Most people started to applause, until Jack turned to you.

-At least, I tried.

Since then, every day you were disclose famous male magician. He came in the same place at the same time, each time trying to impress your audience. And every time you proudly and loudly told what’s going on in his trick, which you gain growing applause and tips. People were delighted with the two of you and often ask for a common trick, but you refuse it every time, knowing that if you agreed to one, more no longer be refused. Jack every day promised you and the people that he come back here tomorrow, with another better trick and he always kept his promise.

In the evening, when the sun was setting it was getting colder. You sit down quietly on the bench, saying goodbye to the audience and  finishing your hot tea.  You hide your deck of cards in you bag when someone sat next to you. None other than himself, Jack Wilder.

-Successful performance, Miss [Y/L/N]?

-Of course. I’m very satisfied- You said, shuffling a deck of cards in your hands.

-Much more than mine.

-Oh, Mr. Wilder, this wasn’t that bad. I guessed only two of the three of your tricks, so you should be proud of yourself-you said, joking. Jack still gently smiling but lowered his head and put his hands in his pockets.

-Jack-You say for the first time using his name, turning to him.-It was really great. You’re very talented, you know it.

-Yeah, I know.- He sighed, looking at you-It’s just that I was trying to impress you for so many weeks, but every time you is the one, who impress me.

You withered. You had no clue that this hustler, with a beautiful smile come here every day, exposed himself to ridicule just to impress you. Because for what?

-And so did you. That you were so tenacious, stubborn and unyielding. But why?

-I don’t know.-He said-You are beautiful, intelligent, you can really magic and not just cards, but yourself too. Perhaps that’s why.

You smile shyly at him, and spread them out before him the entire deck of cards.

-Choose-You asked, pointing to the cards.

-Really ?- He asked, not knowing if it’s a trick, or not.

-Really.

Jack chose a card and handed it to you. Two of the hearts. You made it together with all cards and you shuffle them again. When you finished, you spread them out before Jack, on the whole deck.

-Is your card here?

Jack looked back, looking at all the cards.

-No-He said-Then where is it?

You come closer to him and you kiss gently his cold lips, you fingers sinking into his hair. Shocked boy had no idea what to do, and when he start to kiss you back, you separate from him abruptly showing him his card, making him smiled even wider.

Two of the hearts.


-Alex

Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 11

Summary: You stay home in Austin while Jensen goes to Jus In Bello. 

Author: sleepywinchester {prev; deanwinchester-af}

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev = Faceclaim)

Words: 1.1k

Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL!

Beta: @fandommaniacx 

Note: Hope you guys like this one!!! Feedback is always appreciated it.

; have this video on the side and ready to play when jensen sings part. ;

Gif/Photo Creds: (x) (x)

Title: Calls from Rome.

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“Oh my, God. It’s gorgeous!” Genevieve exclaimed.

You looked down at the dress and smiled widely, it was indeed beautiful. It only took you a day of going around New York city with your mother, you finally found the right wedding dress.  Genevieve reached your side to see the dress up on close. Her eyes were lighting up as she looked more at the dress.  

“I’m in love with the details,” she looked at you with a big smile across her face. “I’m so excited for you.”

“The day just keeps coming closer,” you said staring at the dress. “I’m so nervous. I can’t believe in matter of weeks, I’ll be a married woman.”

Genevieve hugged you tightly, “It’s going to be an amazing day, Y/N.”

“What if-,”

“-don’t doubt yourself, Y/N,” Gen spoke before you could let out your fears. “You guys love each other so damn much. You and Jensen have a wonderful life ahead.”

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Perfect (Part 2)

Originally posted by prettylittlelarrie

request: Could you maybe make a part 2 of perfect were y/n does find someone and Harry regrets not fighting for her and giving up. Maybe like a happy ending??

i’m so glad people liked “perfect” enough to want a part two, here it is i hope you guys like it x (here’s part one in case you want to read it)

“Raine, stop messing in my flowers!” Gemma called out from the back porch, her and I laughing at how Raine quickly scampered away from the flower bed and started playing with a stick instead.

“I’m sorry, Gem. If he messed them up I’ll get you new ones.” I offered.

She waved me off. “Don’t worry about it, (y/n). I’ve been slacking on taking care of them anyways, so if he did it’s totally fine. They’re probably almost dead anyways.”

We were on Gemma’s back porch, drinking tea and enjoying the unusually nice London weather, watching Raine play in the yard.

“It’s still blows my mind how fast he’s grown,” I shook my head slowly. “I swear I could pick him up, like, a couple weeks ago.”

Gemma chuckled. “That was two months ago, before you came here. Since you’ve been here, he’s been huge.”

I laughed too, then sighed. It got quiet, then Gemma spoke up after a while.

“How long has it been?” She asked me.

“We haven’t talked in months,” I told her. “It’s not like it matters, anyways.”

She looked at me. “Why doesn’t it?”

“Gem, I’ve moved on. I’m with Beau now.” I shrugged.

She sighed. “You told Harry you’d always love him. Loving him includes caring enough to check on him every once in a while.”

“I know, but do you really think it’s fair to Beau for me to always be checking up on my ex? Because I don’t think it is,” I countered.

We were interrupted when we heard someone come into the house. I turned to see Beau walking out towards us.

“Hey, babe,” I smiled as he leaned down kissed me.

“Hey, what are you guys up to?” He asked.

“Just waiting on Michal to come back with lunch.” Gemma answered.

“Ah, gotcha.” He said, sitting in the chair next to me.

I grabbed his hand, interlacing our fingers. “So, how’d the meeting go?”

“It went great,” He grinned. “We start filming the movie in a month.”

“That’s awesome, I’m so happy for you,” I returned his smile.

“Thanks, I can’t wait for you–”

Raine barked, looking at Beau expectingly.

“Ah, looks like Raine wants me to go play,” He chuckled, standing up and kissing my cheek. He ran over and kneeled down in front of Raine, and Raine all but tackled him onto the ground.

I couldn’t help but smile. Beau was so good with Raine, and he was such a sweet guy. We’d been together for almost half a year, and ever since we got together I’ve been very happy. At one point, I felt like Harry was the one for me. But now, I realize that Beau is. With him, I don’t have to worry if he’s going to go get drunk and cheat on me. He rarely drinks, and if he does he’s always with me. He’s open and honest, and he tells me everything he’s thinking. Harry kept things to himself most of the time, so when he had a lot on his mind I could tell, because he wouldn’t open up to me and would avoid talking too much.

I did feel bad about not talking to him in a while, but when you’re in a relationship, keeping tabs on your ex isn’t something you’re supposed to do. So I chose not to.

Gemma and I watched as Beau and Raine ran around the yard, chasing after each other, when I heard a voice I didn’t expect to hear at all.

“Gem?” Harry called from inside the house.

My eyes got wide as I looked at Gemma, her shrugging as if she was saying she didn’t expect him to come. Eventually he came out to the back porch, getting wide eyes as well when he saw me sitting there.

“Oh, (y/n), I didn’t expect to see you here.” He said awkwardly.

I laughed slightly. “Yeah, I could say the same thing to you.”

“Not to be rude or anything, but why are you here?” Gemma questioned.

He shrugged. “Just coming by to visit,”

Beau and Raine ran onto the porch, Raine rubbing his face on Beau’s leg as if to tell him to pet him. Beau obliged.

Harry looked between them and I, a sad look appearing on his face.

“It’s nice to meet you man,” Beau held out his hand to him, “I’m Beau, Beau Mirchoff.”

Harry shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, too. I see you’ve, uh, gotten close to Raine.”

Beau smiled, patting Raine’s head. “Yeah, you become really close in six months.”

Harry smiled at me sadly, messing with his hair. “Wow, six months…”

“Please don’t do this,” I pleaded.

Beau gave us a questioning look. “Did I miss something?”

“No,” I shook my head. “Harry, you told me to find someone better. Why are you acting surprised that I did?”

Harry chuckled sourly. “Ouch,”

I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t mean it as an insult.”

“Right,” He nodded.

“But she wasn’t wrong,” Beau spoke up, catching everyone’s attention.

Harry glared at him. “Excuse me?”

“I mean, technically I am better for (y/n).” Beau said firmly. “I’d never even dream of cheating on her like you did. And, if I remember correctly, she told me I make her the happiest she’s been in a long time, so.”

Harry chuckled smugly. “Really? Well, I made her happy for almost three years. And, quite frankly, I doubt you’ll be together a month or two from now.”

“How the hell would you know?” Beau glared. “I think we’ll be together for a very long time, considering I’m not an insecure, borderline alcoholic like you, who knows he’s not good enough for anyone, especially (y/n).”

“Enough!” I yelled. “Shut the hell up, both of you. Beau, you don’t have to stoop to his level, everyone knows you’re better than him anyway.” I stood up, walking over to hug Gemma. “I’m so sorry, we’ll have to do lunch another time, okay?”

“Alright,” She nodded.

“Beau, Raine, lets go,” I said, about to walk past Harry.

“So, you’re just going to treat me as if we don’t have past?” Harry questioned.

I looked at him. “Yes, Harry, because you insulted my boyfriend and our relationship just because you’re bitter and alone. And our past wasn’t exactly great, so I think you’d prefer me to treat you this way instead of based on that.”

And with that, we left.

Niall, Selena, Beau, and I arrived at Niall’s album release party, walking into the building as cameras flashed in our faces. I sighed in relief as we made it inside, Beau chuckling at me.

“You’ve been famous for how long now?” He teased.

I rolled my eyes. “You know just as well as we do that you never get used to it.”

We followed the bodyguards through the double doors and into the main room, seeing that it was filled to the brim with people already. And the room wasn’t small either. As we made our way through the crowd, people said their hellos to us. Selena, Beau and I stood off to the side of the stage, Niall going up after someone introduced him. Everyone applauded him as he did so, a big smile appearing on his face as he stepped up to the podium.

“First of all, I want to thank all of you for comin’,” Niall spoke into the microphone. “This is a big night for me, as this is when all of my hard work, as well as everyone who helped me’s hard work pays off. I, uh, I put my all into this album and I’m thrilled that everyone gets to finally hear it. This is a big change from what I’m used to. If this was a couple years ago, I’d have three other lads up here with me. Who are all here, by the way.”

Everyone laughed, except for me. My heart dropped knowing that Harry was here. The last time I saw him didn’t end so well, and I didn’t want to run into him and risk ruining Niall’s big night because Harry and Beau might get into another argument.

We would just have to avoid him.

“But tonight, I stand up here on my own. And though it’ll still take some getting used to for me, I think it’s a good thing. I may miss being a part of something that was bigger than just the four or five of us, but now I’m ready to be a part of something bigger than myself. And, to quote a much younger me that had no idea what the next years would have in store, I hope it all works out. Thank you.”

Everyone applauded Niall, many of whom had wiped away a tear or two. I almost cried myself, being so proud of him and how far he had come, and how far he’d go.

He got down from the stage, hugging each of us. “I’m so glad I got to have you guys here with me for this.”

“We are so proud of you, you have no idea.” Selena teared up as she hugged him again.

Niall laughed as he pulled away. “No more cryin’, we’re supposed to be celebratin’.”

We all got drinks, Niall and Selena going off to mingle with people.

“So, what do we do if your ex tries to start shit with us?” Beau asked me.

I exhaled. “He can’t start shit with us if we avoid him.”

“You have a fair point,” He chuckled, kissing my head.

As if on cue, the one person we didn’t want to see walked up to us.

“Hey,” Harry said awkwardly.

“Look, we’re not going to let anything ruin Niall’s night. So just back off, alright?” Beau warned.

Harry put his hands up in defense. “I don’t want tonight to get ruined either. I was just going to ask if I could talk to (y/n). Alone.”

I looked at him in surprise. “Seriously?”

“Do you really think I’m going to let you talk to my girlfriend alone after how things went the last time?” Beau said incredulously. “Absolutely not,”

Harry sighed. “Just hear me out… I just feel an apology is due.”

“More like way overdue,” I muttered.

He gestured to me. “Very true,”

Beau hesitated, then rolled his eyes as he sighed. “Fine, whatever. But I’m keeping an eye on you, you got it?”

Harry put his hands back up. “I got it, mate.”

I followed Harry as he walked to the bar, both of us sitting on stools.

“Like I said, I owe you an apology,” Harry started. “I shouldn’t have started anything with Beau last time, and I’m sorry that I did. I’m also sorry for being bitter and not seeing how much better he is for you than I was. You look so happy with him, and I did tell you to find someone better, so I was out of line for doing what I did. But I couldn’t help but feel jealous and angry… because all I could think of is how you wanted me to fight for you, and I didn’t. And now that you’ve moved on, it’s too late. I’ve lost you, and all I can do is just hope that no one will ever break your heart the way I did. …So, yeah, I apologize. To both of you.”

I sighed. “I accept your apology. But, I also apologize. I shouldn’t have let Beau call you names or have treated you the way I did. I should’ve been checking up on you, not ignoring you and avoiding you. No matter what, I’ll always care about you, so I don’t want there to be any hard feelings between us.”

“It’s fine,” He assured me. “You don’t have to apologize for that, I brought that onto myself. And I don’t blame you for not wanting anything to do with me. Besides, he was right.”

I gave him a confused look. “Right about what?”

“I was a ‘borderline alcoholic’.” He air quoted.

I gasped. “You were not.”

“I was,” He nodded. “I actually went to rehab for a bit after you left, though no one knows about it except my family and now you. I’d been drinking a lot behind your back when we were together, I hid it from you because I was ashamed. I didn’t want you to see just how much I didn’t deserve you, but in the end, I showed my true colors anyways.”

I looked at him for a bit. “I honestly had no idea. I’m so sorry, if I knew I could’ve helped or someth–”

“Forget it,” He waved me off. “You could’ve have helped me, (y/n). I needed a wake up call, so you leaving me was exactly what I needed in a sad, ironic way.”

“Yeah, I guess so…” I trailed off.

He smiled at me. “I’ve actually been sober since a month after you left.”

I smiled back. “That’s great, Harry.”

He nodded, sighing. “You should probably get back to your boyfriend. If I keep you any longer he might think something’s up.”

I laughed. “I never thought I’d ever hear you say that.”

“Neither did I, to be quite honest.” He chuckled. I got up from my stool, and he stayed put. “Tell Raine I said hi, alright?”

I gave him a look. “You know that you can come by and see him anytime, right?”

“I don’t know your address, so.” He said expectingly.

I rolled my eyes at him, causing him to laugh. “I’ll text it to you,”

He gasped dramatically. “You still have my number?”

“Oh, cut the shit,” I smacked his arm playfully.

“Hey, uh, one more thing,” He said.

“Yes?” I urged.

“Promise me you won’t write a song about me? I already have enough of those, as you know.” He smirked.

I groaned jokingly. “Don’t flatter yourself, I’m not writing anything about you.”

“Good,” He nodded.

I walked away, Beau coming up to me and putting his arm around me protectively, kissing my head as he looked at Harry. He just laughed, turning back around to the bar and ordering a water.

if you liked this and have ideas for other imagines feel free to request them, requests are always open x

SHINee World 2017 in Fukuoka Day Two–170212

Despite the fact that Taemin couldn’t hear through his ear monitor he still worked hard and sang, so Jonghyun applauded for him and said he did well. Later, after Onew said something a little weird and apologized, Jonghyun said, “it’s okay! It’s okay!” OP said Jonghyun was comfortably the god of support.

Cr. sss___7923 Trans: Professorjjong

During the 1 of 100 challenge when there were more people than Onew had guessed who had cut their hair, he apologize and Jonghyun said it was okay! But after Minho thought and asked for people under 15 [to turn on their lights], while counting them he said “Ah~ A failure, a failure.”

Cr. sweetOnyou106 Trans: Professorjjong

“Starstruck”

A/N: I don’t know what to do with this  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Summary: Reader’s rather horrible day takes a turn as she meets the two lead actors of her favorite show.

Characters: Jensen x College!Reader x Jared

Warnings: None

1030 Words


Originally posted by official-knight-of-hell


Your eyes shot open the second you heard your familiar alarm by Asia. You instantly turned it off and checked the time. You groaned, if you didn’t leave in ten minutes, you’d be late for your last exam.

Quickly, you got yourself ready and dressed and prayed that you won’t be late so you could write the exam that you’ve studied so hard for.

Thankfully, you weren’t late, but that didn’t stop the rest of the day from not going your way.

The moment you got back to your small apartment after finishing your last exam, you had decided to take a relaxing shower, only to find it was freezing.

Then you wanted to have some microwavable dinner, but the electricity went out.

You snapped when you couldn’t find your phone anywhere, you had promised a week ago that you’d call your mom today.

God, you hate Tuesdays.

You looked outside. It wasn’t dark yet, and since you had spent some time in the library earlier today, you’d figured that’s where you left your phone.


You walked in the library but stopped in your tracks at what you saw. A camera was pointed in your direction with a large crew behind it. You saw that the camera was filming two actors sitting at one of the tables, who looked like they were reading through books.

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Do Me a Favor (Part 4)

Summary:  AU! Bucky Barnes and you are neighbors and close friends. As a huge favor, Bucky asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a relative’s wedding and you agree.

Word Count: 2,739

Warnings: Cliffhanger. Drinking.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A/N: Here’s part 4, guys! Yes, this is Let’s Pretend all over again, I am only making minor changes. 


Originally posted by enochianess


Time came to a screeching halt, everything seemed to freeze and you could hear the blood roaring in your ears. Bucky’s face was so close to yours, his grey-blue eyes were boring into yours and you felt your throat dry up. How had you never noticed just how breathtaking his eyes really were?

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Piano!lock AU

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | ao3

when it runs you down

The melody started to materialise in front of him. John let his mind lead him through the melancholy rhythm. There was a violin somewhere in his mind, playing along with him, as his teacher had done once. He ached for the chance to be able and guide someone else through a piece, for two different melodies to clash and entwine harmoniously together. He would never have that again. This was his last time. The last time he played. The last time he would feel the softness of the keys under his fingertips. The last time he would let his will elevate his mind to press deeply in every single note. The slow melody enveloped him, suffocated him.

Why? Why did he have to endure this? Why him? Why?! The angry passion of someone being ripped apart from their loved ones exploded through the music. He was angry. With himself and with everyone. Why?! He had so much hatred in his heart, deep rooted with aggressiveness. They had imposed on him qualities he never wanted anything to do with. Why!? The furious notes flew through his fingers. Breathing ragged. John almost fell on the keys in exhaustion. He couldn’t bear this anymore!

His muscle memory continued to produce the next soft notes. Suddenly, in his head even they, with their soft sadness, felt too much. He slowed down, drowned it inside. Swallowed it whole. The loss, the anguish, the pain.

‘Let it out, Johnny… Let it out… Relax… When you relax, your body makes music too. Trust me, sweetie, let it out…’

Crying, screaming, panicking. John couldn’t breathe. Every breath was a stab of pain. He was losing it. His fingers were trembling. Let it out… There were images in his mind. Too much. Too many. A boy running to get away. His sister crying with a black eye. A boy locked in the closet, trying to hide tears, to be brave, to be a soldier. His sister throwing a glass to the wall. His sister lying unresponsive in bed with a half-emptied bottle. Let it out… Be a soldier. Isn’t that what he was now? A soldier going to war? Yes. Let it out…

John breathed. He blinked. His fingers moved. Muscle memory. Feelings. Music. His heart became one with it. Say your goodbye. Say it with pride. Never regret it. The black and white keys were part of his being. Music was part of his heart. The piano was an extension of his body. Say it with dignity. Never regret it. The melody became heated. Quick strokes. Strong momentary notes. Rapid movements. Fingers of a pianist reaching everywhere, up and down, deep and low, strong and loud, soft and unmoving, sudden and gone. No. He wasn’t a pianist. He was a soldier. He always has been. Suddenly hands stopping. Pressing. Once… Twice…

‘Goodbye…’ he whispered, barely audible.

Thrice. Slowly, reluctantly, fingers left the keys to rest. Body straightened. His mind woke up. John blinked. There was silence around him. In the dim light, his eyes adjusted from the bright refractions of light they had received from the alabaster keys. He was still at the club. Every single person left was looking at him. What was it? Did they want more? John would have to disappoint. He had said his goodbyes after all… The world broke in a huge wave of clapping and applauding. His fists clenched on his knees. Eyes locked on the keys in front of him to avoid looking anywhere else and his heart shuddered. No. He had to leave. Why was he still here in the first place? He got up straight. And left the stage. Ignored the people trying to approach him. Shoved Mike away with a vague goodnight. He left.

Tonight, he would be just a lonely figure walking the streets of London. He would be no one. Tomorrow, he would be a soldier. Nothing else. There was nothing else. Never again.


The moment the Scotland Yard arrived, Sherlock had shoved them all off with a ‘Ah! Finally!’ of exasperation. Lestrade had eyed John furiously, when Sherlock just took one of the blue lights from the crew team without consent.

‘You know how he is, Lestrade.’ John shrugged. The police officer didn’t answer, instead kept eyeing at him wordlessly. ‘What?’ John frowned. ‘It’s not like I could do something about it!’

Lestrade’s hand shot up, a finger pointed at John, he was ready to explode and John bewildered took a step back. There was a half mouthed ‘You!’ on his lips but then he suddenly just exhaled, lips tightly shut, eyes supervising the rest of the team trying to block the light from the crystal-clear windows all over the place. John Watson sighed in relief, but taking another good look at Lestrade he could see the purple circles around his eyes, his slouched posture and curt nods to the team, without even a smile or any of his usual characteristics. They had some time now to go out for a drink but he could guess his family situation was becoming worse along with huge amounts of paperwork and new cases at the office. On top of all that, Sherlock wasn’t very accommodating with simpler cases lately, John guessed it had brought a riot in the detective inspector’s office.

‘Oh, come on, quickly!’ there was Sherlock’s voice from a few metres away. John’s eyes shot up at Anderson’s team doing as quickly as possible. Donovan was apparently downstairs catching up with Anderson. He rolled his eyes but then noticed how tense the DI had become suddenly. Maybe he could do something after all. Maybe what was happening to him the last few weeks had led him to let Sherlock roam wild… well, wilder than usual. He frowned and walked to his idiot of a genius friend, placing a steady hand on his shoulder and leaning close, apparently to look at what he was trying to discover with the blue light in his hand.

‘Easy, Sherlock. We have time.’ He whispered while thinking of what else to say that would catch Sherlock’s attention. ‘Want to tell me what you hope to find?’ John noticed how his voice was a bit softer than usual but it was too late to take it back, he shoved the thought away.

The consulting detective snapped to attention at John’s tone, escaping John’s grip on his shoulder. There was something of a curious trembling aura in his eyes, John squinted trying to recognise but he was fairly sure, he hadn’t seen it before. They broke eye contact almost immediately afterwards and Sherlock held the blue light as a pointer, ready to go on about what he had deduced. Lestrade neared too and John caught a momentary grateful glance shooting his way.

‘Here’s where the painting was positioned.’ Sherlock tried to speak slowly and be patient, indicating to them where to look with the blue light at hand. ‘The man belonging to the personnel of the building was found dead approximately four blocks from here. He disappeared while on shift. Now, I bet if we ask for the hours of this shift from the owner, they will match with the estimation of when the painting was taken.’

‘You mean stolen?’ Lestrade cut him off. ‘You mean the man we found dead had stolen the painting from his boss and run into the night, got himself killed?’ John frowned looking at his flatmate. No, this wasn’t so simple, he would have told him already.

‘No, George, I said we’re looking for a murderer. Do keep up.’ Sherlock grimaced. ‘I am saying, our man was killed right here. In front of the painting. And let me guess, he had deadly wounds that probably killed him in seconds, wounds that would also happen to bleed a lot, right?’

Lestrade stayed still for a moment, then nodded, obviously too tired to argue about his name.

‘Knife to the side of the neck.’ The inspector took his phone out and showed them some pictures.

Sherlock smirked triumphantly.

‘That’s what we’re looking for. Blood. Probable footprints. Everything.’

John smiled proudly. Everything was starting to get clearer. The murderer had a personal feud with the man working here obviously. He came to kill him but he was sloppy, he hadn’t thought it through. He probably tried to clean the floorboards but wood so greatly polished always would have imprints of all that transpired on it. If they could find footprints…

‘Obviously, we can’t rely only on footprints but if I’m correct, the killer took the painting with them in a sloppy attempt to make this look like a disappearance. Of course, the painting would have stains of blood. Wounds like that would splutter blood everywhere.’ He heard Sherlock say dimly, lost in thought.

‘I’ve already put people asking around family and friends of the victim. Tomorrow we should be able to have a list of all his known contacts.’ The DI spoke thoughtfully as well.

‘He probably meant to return the painting after he had found a way to forge it. He hadn’t thought the police would find his victim’s body so quickly. Ugh, boring. He’s a real sloppy one.’ Sherlock shook his head in frustration, tufts of his hair flying all around his face; John didn’t know why he always noticed such details.


There’s always a first time. A first time for a little boy to not be careful enough. A first time to be careless. A first time he can give in to his youth and be swept away. There’s always a first time. That was the first time, little John exhausted from the rainy day, his schoolwork, his million little thoughts running around his brain, fell on his bed promising to get up in five minutes. Just five minutes. The door gaped wide open. His little sister unaware and playful for the first time in days.

There was thunder and shouts and a muffled cry of a child when John woke up five hours later. With eyes wide, he saw the door close in front of him, the monster he once called Father was holding the key in one hand and his sister’s hair in the other. It closed. It clicked. Only then the boy registered the pained wailing of his sister’s open mouth. He shot up, falling to the door with all his boyish strength shouting like a mere child. That’s all he was after all. A child. A flash of lighting lit the space around him. A slow drunker slur of words was all he could hear now as his sister’s crying became silent from the other side of the stubbornly closed door.

‘Y’ur too old to pla’ with dolls, mmmy swe’t. Y’ur broth’r ain’t takin’ ca’e of you anym’re. I’m respo’sibl’, I’m to show ye the way, gir’.’

The boy stood, frozen, unable to move away from the door. He couldn’t tear his ears off the noises. He must hear. Think. Think. You’re not a child. Think.

‘Take care of her, Johnny boy… Always take care of her…’

Think! The was a clash of glass. Splinters falling all over the place. Think! A muffled pleading cry of a terrified girl trying to keep quiet and submissive.

‘Think, Johnny. What do we do? Think. First lock. Then hide. Then run. Think, Johnny. What if you can’t? What if you can’t? Call. Johnny, call!’

Mother’s voice was digging in his ears. The boy pushed his body up from the door. He made it to the cupboards panting. Another shuttered glass. No, that was a bottle. The boy threw the drawers out of their places. A trembling hand reached the back of the empty closet now. Caught something slim and smooth. Got it out. Pressed the buttons frettingly. Dialled.

‘Police Department of South……… what is your emergency?’ the boy didn’t hear anything just barked their address with strength he didn’t know he had. A scream from the other side of the door.

‘Help us!’ the childish voice returned. The boy hated it. He fell to the floor curling up. Even if he went out the window to the front door or the neighbours there was nothing else he could do. He hated it.


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BTS - Mental Illness

BTS reacting to you making a speech during a concert about your experience with mental health and you end up chocking on your own words


Jimin

Safe to say, he would be crying a lot, mostly because of the fact he felt so sorry you had to go through all that. When your speech was over, he would cheer and applaud you loudly, clearly showing his support for you fully in the future and beyond.


Jungkook

He would try to stay strong and not break down, trying to act manly. But after a while, he would just… he would just cry… That’s it really, nothing more, nothing less.


V

Even though V can act aloof a lot of the time, he would defiantly take your speech very seriously, whilst keeping in mind everything that you had to go through. V likes seeing people happy, so when you started to choke on your words, he would surly cry.

Originally posted by jeonjam


Suga

He would be silently praising ever word you said because of how much passion and motivation you put into them. Undoubtably, he would find you a great inspiration, to him, and to anyone else. Genius, like him.


Rap Monster

He would be listening attentively throughout the whole thing, paying attention to everything you said. When you began to chock on your words, he would tear up and he would be so proud of you for talking about something so personal.

Originally posted by sayjjanhae


J-Hope

As soon as the seriousness and the emotion of the speech hit him, he would already feel tears forming, and it really would not take long before they fell as well.


Jin

Most likely, he would be comforting his members if they were crying while you continued your speech, all the while, he would still be listening attentively. Before long, he would even be crying too.

Originally posted by jungkooksarms

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Anonymous asked:  Are you taking imagine requests? If so, could write a Niall one where your like his long time girlfriend and you your with him while he’s performing at Jingle Ball as solo artist. You both love animals and catch up on planet earth together. It’s just cute and funny. If not that’s okay. ❤️ I just love that Niall watches planet earth and I find it to be the cutest thing ever. It just makes me happy. I really love Niall. ❤️

Word Count: 1143

A/M: This kind of turned into, what I imagine would be a typical night in with Niall lol. I hope it was good anyway:) 

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You watched from the sidelines, backstage as he performed his song again to a crowd of excited fans at his return to the stage.
They seemed to calm as they let him sing his heart out and let his sweet voice fill the area as he savoured every single second of it.

“I’m sorry that I only have one song guys. I promise that I’ll have more songs in the new year. I’ll see you then!” He said with a smile as the crowd cheered and applauded as he walked off stage.

With a smile on his face he put his guitar away as the crew and friends greeted him backstage.

“Good show again Niall.” You heard one say.

He chuckled, “Yeah, thanks man.”

As people quickly moved on from congratulating him and on to the next act on stage, you stood directly in his line of sight waiting for him to see you.

It was after he picked up his guitar case and threw it around his shoulder he did, and a bigger smile appeared on his face.

You giggled and ran over to him and gave him a big hug, and he held you close.

“How did I do?” He asked.

Not completely letting him go you looked at him and responded, “Amazing as always.” You giggled.

“That’s good. Wouldn’t want my biggest judge to think I sucked.”

“/I’m/ your biggest judge?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“I just wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”

You felt your heart go soft, “You could never disappoint me Niall.”

You saw him look away shyly, and you put both your hands around his face, “Hey. If anything I’m your number one fan. You know that right?”

A smile grew on his face, “Yeah. I know that.”

You smiled and gave him a quick kiss to his lips. “Let’s go Niall.” And you both walked away hand in hand.

— Three hours later —

You were back in a hotel room, sitting in bed with your legs under the covers and looking through your media feeds while Niall finished brushing his teeth.

As you were scrolling through, you heard something that made your ears perk up.
With the familiar documentary on screen, you saw a clip of a lizard and a group of snakes and as the chase began you felt your heart start to race.

“Holy shit!”

“What? What happened?” What did I miss?“ Niall asked as he came out of the bathroom. As his eyes scanned the screen he quickly put the two pieces together.

"Oh my god.” He said with astonishment as he sat at the end of the bed, the both of you staring at the screen watching the chase go on and cringe at the sight of so many snakes.

Once the scene ended Niall looked to you, “That was crazy.”

You looked back, a look of shock still on your face, “You’re telling me.”


The narration went on as it switched to the next scene, and as he always did, he did his own impersonation of the narration. 

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Request: can you please do a sam one where the reader goes on a date with some jerk for a case but Sam gets jealous and interrupts the date and fluff,thank you :)

You stood in your bathroom, staring into the mirror with more concentration than you thought possible. Applying your makeup, you completely transformed yourself from beautiful goddess to way-out-of-everybody’s-league. You kept your hair down, put your heels on, and decided you were as hot as you were gonna get. 

You left your room and went to join Sam and Dean, who were hanging out in the library. “How do I look?” You asked. Sam and Dean raised their heads to look at you. Sam’s eyes widened and his mouth hung open a little. Dean smiled widely and looked you up and down. 

“You’re way too hot for this guy.” Dean said.

“That’s just what I was going for.” You said, smiling.

“You….. Wow.” Sam managed. 

“Thanks, Sammy.” You said, cheeks turning a light shade of red.

“Now, remember. You need to find out this guy’s connection to the ghost.” Dean reminded you.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve got it.” You assured him.

“I’m serious, Y/N. This isn’t just a date for fun, you need to stay focused.” Dean pressed.

“I know! Jesus, Dean! The guy’s kind of a dick. I wouldn’t go out with him on my own free will.”

“If you don’t want to go out with him, you don’t have to.” Sam said quickly. “We could figure something else out.”

“Thanks, Sam. But this is the easiest way.” You said.

“No, but really. Don’t go-” Sam was interrupted by somebody banging on the door.

“Gotta go!” You said, offering them a small smile. You went to the door and opened it, seeing Andrew. He was wearing a pair of jeans, which had a small stain on the knees, and a purple shirt that was a little too tight on him.

“Hey!” He said, looking you up and down. His eyes lingered on your breasts, and he made no effort to conceal it. “You look hot!”

“Thanks.” You said, trying not to let your disgust show. 

“We should go. I got a reservation as this super awesome restaurant.” Andrew informed you, ushering you out of the bunker.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“it’s called Hot Tamale. You’ll love it.” Andrew said matter-of-factly.

“I’m sure I will.” You sighed. “Bye, guys!” You yelled, then let Andrew drag you to his car, a gross beat-up Buick. 

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The second the door closed behind you Sam jumped off his seat and looked at Dean. “We can’t let her go with that asshole! She’s going to Hot Tamale, we could follow them!”

“Dude, calm down. Y/N can take care of herself. Sit down and relax.” Dean said, rolling his eyes.

“I can’t! He’ll probably try something with her. We should just go keep an eye on them.” Sam suggested, trying to act like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Why? Why do you want to follow them so badly?” Dean demanded.

“I just want Y/N to be okay.” Sam shrugged, his face turning a light shade of red.

“Tell me the real reason or I won’t give you the keys to the Impala.” Dean said.

Sam was silent for a moment, then rolled his eyes. “I like her, okay! And I’m jealous that she has to go on a date with that dick! It should be me!" 

"There it is!” Dean exclaimed, throwing the keys to Sam. “Oh, and tell her how you feel." 

"Yeah, right.” Sam said sarcastically, running out the door.

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Andrew started the car and smooth jazz started blaring from the speakers. “Do you like this?” He asked, yelling over the music.

“Not really.” You said. You were being nice, in fact, you couldn’t stand smooth jazz. 

“Oh, well just listen a little longer. I’m sure you’ll like it.” He said, then he actually turned the music up. What an asshole.

You spent ten minutes being tortured by the music before Andrew finally pulled up at the restaurant. It seemed like a nice little place, with one of those chalk menus outside. You got out of the car and walked to the door. Andrew opened the door, walked in, and then let go of the door. You threw your hand out to stop it, and followed him, pretending you weren’t annoyed. 

You didn’t see Sam pulling up behind you, and the loud scoff he exhaled. “What an ass!” He shouted to no one in particular. He parked the car and ran to follow you on your date.

“Reservation for Andrew.” Andrew told the hostess, winking at her. You could see the girl visibly hold back a snappy response and probably throw up. She led you to a table in the center of the room. 

You both sat down and made small talk. Luckily the waiter came over and asked what you’d like. You opened your mouth to order, but Andrew jumped in. “She’ll have the caesar salad, light on the dressing. And I’ll have the steak, medium. Oh, and I don’t want any of that gross grass shit you put on there. And a bottle of your best white wine. And be quick, thanks." 

You tried to hide your revulsion, and offered the waiter a very sorry smile. He seemed to get the message and nodded at you. Andrew’s food would probably have spit in it today.

Sam saw the whole thing, and wanted to launch himself at Andrew. What the Hell was he doing? Ordering you a salad? Sam knew you loved meat, and would have killed for a steak. Sam had to physically bite his hand so he didn’t scream in outrage.

Andrew poured you a glass of wine, and you took a sip. It was bitter and gross, and you put the glass down. "Can I maybe get a glass of water?” You asked him.

“You don’t like the wine?” He asked.

“Not really. And I don’t drink much, anyway.” You said.

“Well this stuff is expensive, so…… I know that it’s an acquired taste, but if you drink it for a while, you’ll probably like it.”

“I don’t like wine. So, I don’t want to drink it. You know what I really want? A soda." 

"Oh, no soda. Soda’s not good for you, and I like my women fit.” Andrew stated. You tried to bite back the harsh laughter that bubbled up in your throat. He needed a fit girl? He could barely fit in his shirt!

Sam couldn’t hold back any longer. Sam left his table and stalked over to yours. “Hey asshole.” Sam started, glowering at Andrew. “It’s one thing to be a dick and not hold the door for Y/N, but then you’re not even gonna let her have a good meal? You don’t deserve her.”

You were shocked that Sam was even there, let alone take Andrew on. “Who the Hell are you?” Andrew asked.

“I’m Sam, Y/N’s savior.” Sam stated. “Would you like to leave?” He asked you, much more gently than how he was talking to Andrew. 

“God, yes.” You said, then grabbed Sam’s hand and got up.

“Hey! You can’t just leave!” Andrew shouted, bringing everybody’s attention to you.

“Yes I can. Because you’re being an asshole.” You spat, then looped your arm in Sam’s and left. People actually applauded you.

Once you were back in the Impala, you let out burst of laughter. “What were you even doing there?” You asked Sam once you’d calmed down.

“I just didn’t want you to be with that asshole, and I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Sam shrugged.

“Well thank you for saving me.” You said, then leaned over and kissed Sam on the cheek. 

Sam’s eyes widened and he looked at you in shock. His cheeks took on a red shade, and yours did too. “I was also jealous.” Sam said after a moment.

“Of Andrew?” You asked in surprise.

“Yeah… I mean, he got to go on a date with you.” Sam explained.

“Sam, you can go on a date with me whenever you want. All you have to do is ask.” You said, grabbing his hand.

“Really?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed with a small laugh.

Sam stared at you in awe for a moment, then he leaned forward and pressed a small, quick kiss to your lips. Sam pulled away and looked in your eyes, shocked at his own actions. You smiled and leaned forward again, giving him a much longer kiss. You wrapped your hand in his hair, and he pressed his hand to your cheek.

“Will you go on a date with me?” He asked, pulling away.

“Sure. When?”

“How about now?”

“Sounds great! I’m starving!” You exclaimed.

“I know this place where you can get a great salad.” Sam joked.

“If you take me somewhere to get a salad, I will attack you.” You warned.

“Don’t worry. I was joking. Burgers?”

“You know me so well.” You teased.

You grabbed Sam’s hand, and held it the rest of the way to your date. 

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Hung parliament: Key Labour critics of Jeremy Corbyn issue public climbdowns in wake of shock election result

Senior Labour MPs have publicly shifted their stance on Jeremy Corbyn after the Labour leader defied expectations to increase the party’s vote share and number of parliamentary seats.

Moderate MPs who had previously been critical of their leader today praised the campaign he had run and said he should be applauded for the election result.

Chuka Umunna, who has previously hinted that Mr Corbyn’s “flaws” could “destroy the Labour Party”, said: “[Theresa May] is not up to campaigning, being with people and talking to people about the issues – that was exposed in technicolour. Whereas Jeremy is absolutely at home campaigning, talking to people, getting involved in the debate.

“The effect of Jeremy running this kind of campaign – positive, optimistic, dynamic, engaging with young people, putting forward policies… is having thwarted Theresa May’s attempts to pursue a hard Brexit, and I give not just Jeremy but the entire Labour team full credit for that because it was a solid, good national campaign.

“The only talk of replacing a leader is around Theresa May. Jeremy Corbyn will remain leader of Labour, quite rightly so.”

Yvette Cooper, who has previously said Mr Corbyn is “losing us Labour support across the country", told Sky News: “It’s great to see Labour winning back constituencies across the country… It’s still a disappointment that the Conservatives are the largest party and obviously we want to be working hard to get a Labour government. But there’s no doubt that to see constituencies like Canterbury and Warwick and Leamington come to Labour – very possibly because of a strong youth vote… is obviously really good for our democracy.”

Asked if she would now be willing to serve under Mr Corbyn, she said: “We have leadership elections in the Labour Party and Jeremy won the leadership elections fair and square. Since he did, everybody has been working, and particularly during this election campaign, the whole party has come together not just to support Jeremy and Tom [Watson] and the shadow cabinet but to support Labour candidates right across the country.”

Labour’s deputy leader Tom Watson, who had last year urged Mr Corbyn to quit as party leader, said: “Labour fought a people-powered campaign, putting passion and principle against the Tories’ corporate millions and we did better than many said we would.

"People responded well to Jeremy Corbyn’s energy, honesty, candour, and energy – just as they saw Theresa May run away from holding herself to account.

"They saw through the lies of the Murdoch machine who tried to frighten people into voting Tory.”

Meanwhile former Ed Miliband adviser Ayesha Hazarika said: “I hold my hands up: I got it completely wrong. Jeremy Corbyn offered people hope.”

Writing in The Guardian, she added: “I got it wrong on Corbyn. He ripped up the political rules from the minute he decided to stand for the Labour leadership.

“Many of us thought that if Corbyn faced the electorate he would cost the Labour party seats and wipe us out. That hasn’t happened. In fact, the opposite happened. Labour gained votes, but most importantly looks like it will have gained seats.

“I applaud Corbyn and his team on a great campaign and a great night… I urge my fellow Labour colleagues to acknowledge Corbyn’s success and to try to find peace with him.”

“Westworld” star Evan Rachel Wood on robot sex, Bernard and season 2

Evan Rachel Wood freaked out just as much as you did when she learned Westworld’s latest big reveal: that Bernard (Jeffrey Wright) isn’t human. “I ran around my house screaming, ‘Bernard’s a robot! Bernard’s a robot!’” she says. “And I haven’t stopped doing it since.” But that wasn’t this week’s only major twist. Wood’s character, Dolores, made sweet robo-love with William (Jimmi Simpson) for the first time. Backstage before a SAG-AFTRA Foundation Q&A in New York City this weekend, Wood broke it all down for Thrillist.

Did you know Bernard was a robot when you started shooting the series?
Wood: No, we didn’t know on set. I did all those scenes with Jeffrey up until Episode 7 not knowing, then I found out and I went up to him, and I was like, “You! Did you know?” He was like, “Yeah.” I was like, “I don’t trust anyone on this set anymore!” I realized all the actors had been carrying certain secrets. Then I finally got mine, and I was like, “Yes!”

So Dolores and William finally consummated their romance. How did that feel?
Wood: It was such a beautiful experience working with Jimmi. We had incredible chemistry, and we loved our character arcs, but what we started to realize in Episode 7 is that they want very different things. People who come to the park want adventure, and they want to leave their routines and regular lives, but a regular life is all Dolores want. We see something unlocking in William that Dolores is starting to clock.

What’s that?
Wood: He’s getting a taste for the park. As in love as I think he is with Dolores, it feels like she’s a stepping stone to figure out who he really is. She’s there to bring excitement to his life. It’s so lovely and so satisfying to finally give them their moment. But at the same time, it’s a love that’s doomed from the start, because it’s a bird and a fish falling in love. I do think the love is real, but I don’t know how William would ever fully be able to trust it. Because you never really know if she’s really falling in love, or if she’s just programmed to do it. It raises all these questions. Personally, I think she’s really falling in love.

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Hirose Tomoki GLITTER Interview (Part 3 of 4)
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A fateful encounter
My start in the entertainment world was by scout. When I was on my way to my part-time work at the cafe bar in my second year of university, I was going to be late, so I exited the ticket barrier at the train station and started to dash when somebody called out to me from behind.

Actually the day before, I had a conversation with my friend who was knowledgeable about the entertainment world. “Public entertainers are actually people who are attached to companies.” “Ehh, is that so?”. At that time he told me a lot of information about the different companies, among them he did mention the name of the company that I’m now attached to. He said something like, “Hirose-kun, your face is suitable for Stardust don’t you think?” (laughs). The next day, somebody called out to me and when I looked at the name card, I was shocked to see the name “Stardust Promotions” on it. “It’s the place that I was recommended to yesterday!” I said (laughs). Because of this flow of events, my heart was pounding as I accepted it. Even now I still (find it) strange but I really think that this is a fateful encounter.

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I respect both Lee Hoo and Kris for standing up for themselves and I applaud them,it takes guts and courage to do that. But now the thing is when Kris talked about mistreatment most of the people bashed him and now when it comes to Lee Hoo almost everyone supports him and they should...But don't you get it-how can Kris stand up for EXO when EXO are the ones that said that they don't have a problem with their agency after Kris left and thus making Kris look bad and like he was the evil one.I am not saying anything against EXO it's just that EXO decided to continue as idols no matter what they are enduring and Kris decided to not be mistreated so OFC HE WOULD STAND UP ONLY FOR HIMSELF! In Lee Hoo's case although other ZE:A members haven't said anything I feel like they are sticking together you know and that is why he could stand up for themselves as well while EXO wasn't sticking with Kris,let's be honest there is no way that exo and kris haven't talked about problems in their company before and we all know that SM is a shitty agency-I mean JYJ,Hangeng-they wouldn't leave without a reason.So what I am saying is-Kris should not be bashed,Lee Hoo should not be bashed-THEY ARE COURAGEOUS&YOUNG MEN STANDING UP FOR THEIR RIGHTS AND WE SHOULD SUPPORT THEM AND ALL THE OTHERS THAT STAND UP AGAINST THEIR AGENCIES...#staystrongkris #staystrongleehoo
much love for brazilian oncers

OUAT cast keep saying how much they love the crazyness from brazilian fans

see? i told u there was nothing to worry about folks….and also, we got swens and outlaw queens to unite today, people screaming for Sean, OQs chanting swan queen and swens chanting outlaw queen, people applauding Colin….so much love…that’s what we need in the world … Sean said brazilian swens were really nice to him and he loves them….there’s no need to hate u see? love is all that matters

sometimes i post about some bad actions i see from people cause is important to remind them that there’s no need to create a bad vide and live with hate….

for the first time i’m proud of brazilian fandom right now….brazilian oncers rocks!!!!!

sosungalittleclodofclay  asked:

So you don't know 'safesearchwrapup'? Also known as a movement those bronies(actually, just male MLP fans... but they're going to be labeled brony anyway) you so despise put together to get any cartoon porn the hell away from children's eyes? It's been the one and only movement I've ever seen to clean up any portion of the internet, to make it more accessible to children. Like. I don't even know. Nothing will be good enough, will it?

I know about it now—mysteriously, it hadn’t been that well-advertised by the community—but THAT WAS NOT THE POINT OF THE ORIGINAL POST.  Why are you going after me a) for a post I didn’t write, and b) about things that were explicitly explained IN that original post?  The poster said “this is what I did, these were the conditions, I understand that there are other things that can be done, but this is a problem.”

I applaud the people who are making an effort to make the internet safer.  And I welcome male MLP fans.  I always have.  Literally, always: Tom from down the street was playing with me, my ponies, and his ponies when he was six.  But you’re right that I do not welcome “bronies,” and I find it a little fascinating that you’re going to the defeatist “nothing will be good enough" position when BRONIES MADE THE MESS TO BEGIN WITH.

You don’t get a cookie for realizing you’ve trashed the house and putting it back in the condition you found it in.  You get a sticker that says “congrats, you’re not a total asshole.”

Without Even Trying

The only use Clint ever had for a bar was a dartboard, and he’d learned over his two years at SHIELD that Phil Coulson and Nick Fury only had use for a pool table. When they went out, someone usually won some cash off of some unsuspecting patrons.

Jasper knew this and picked their bars for The World Is NOT Ending Tonight, God Dammit Nights accordingly.

If Clint was being honest with himself, his only real use for a bar was getting more time to hang out with Phil. He wondered if Jasper knew this and picked this bar in particular just to mess with him.

“This place is nice,” Phil said as he handed out the third round of drinks to everyone.

Clint tried not to get distracted by the three buttons Phil had open on his light blue dress shirt, or the way the shirt was tucked perfectly into his belted jeans so that Phil’s mouth-watering ass was on clear display when he bent over. It didn’t work very well.

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aspiring musician!calum always remembers those who slowly paved a pathway to his steadily new career, and working at the music shop was just what he needed to get a kick start to it. All the people who gave him pointers on what to do better, all those people who said he’s wasting away when he had a perfectly good chance at being a professional footballer, all those people who applauded him for his efforts, all those people who claimed he was never gonna make, but especially all those people who believed, he remembered them the most, especially you. He remembered you always clapped for him after a small performance as kids, even though back then it was all for jokes and fun. He remembered you telling him that he was super good and was gonna be famous no doubt. He remembered how you both got so giggly after that he asked his mum if she would buy you two ice cream at the local ice cream parlor shop. He remembered that day he got his own guitar and immediately called you from pure excitement, telling you to come over as soon as possible. He remembered all the bloody fingers and callouses it took just to learn how to play one song and tune it properly by ear. He remembered how eager you were to hear him play his first song on the guitar and how your eyes sparkled as you watched him play. He remembered seeing you at his first performance at the cafe on open mic nights. He remembered the look on your face when he played your favorite song as his last one for the night. He remembered that little ounce of fame he got after that one performance; girls steadily came to his feet. He remembered how girls from your school came up to him more, usually interrupting your speech as they waved and said a ‘hello’ to him. He remembered how his covers on YouTube started getting more views, but not an extravagant amount. He remembered how his grades started to drop as he spent more time on music, while you urged him to maintain at least a B average. He remembered how you got into a small argument on your weekly Friday movie nights when you started talking about college and he said he was gonna stick with music, but you argued that plan wasn’t the best of choices. He remembered flustered you looked when you stated reasons why he should stay instead of going abroad. He remembered how serene you looked when he compromised and said he’d stay for a couple of years and if he didn’t get as much attention by then, he’ll stay and start college. He remembered all the rain checks you promised on hanging out with him because you had ‘other plans.’ He remembered how you didn’t show up until mid-performance to one of his at the pub, but you had company with you. He remembered all the songs he’s been writing, mainly the stupid love songs with a special person in particular. He remembered how soon the year was ending and his Christmas present to you wouldn’t be sealed with your new significant other in your life, so he decided to distance himself from you for some time. He remembered on New Year’s Eve how you didn’t have a date, so he stayed with you the whole night, just catching up on each other’s lives, and you admitted the person he saw you with wasn’t anyone to be worrying about, because that person knew you had eyes for someone else. He remembered the tingly feeling in his tummy when he asked if you wanted to dance and you gladly said yes, and held his hand. He remembered how you wanted to talk about his music career since you’ve been AWOL in his life for a bit. He remembered how tunnel vision got to him and imagined it was only you and him in the room dancing. He remembered how serene you looked as you rested your head on his chest while he quietly sang the lyrics of the song to you. He remembered all the butterflies that came when you gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek as a good bye for the night, but he just thought his mind was being silly, because you’re not supposed to like your best friend, right? He remembered how fast the school year came to an end and how you both got accepted into universities within relatively close proximity. He remembered how school was too much, so he dropped out after the first semester, and maybe that time away from school could help him get back in tune with music again. He remembered that he never told you that he moved away to start over and hopefully his music career would advance with a new job at a music store. He remembered how you were that silly, cute little kid who loved the swings and had a habit of being just a little clumsy as he heard your favorite song play as a little kid play on the speakers. I guess you could say it was a coincidence that while Calum was reminiscing, you just happened to be in the same city, heading to the music shop. And when he heard the bell ring from the door opening, he immediately saw you, his jaw dropped because it was you, his best friend since the start of school. He remembered how you always had this certain attribute that made you so cute and bubbly as a child, and you still have it, despite all these years you’ve seemed to grown up. But now, you have this certain glow upon you, your beauty simply radiating off you. Calum couldn’t tell if he was nervous or excited to see you because it felt like his heart was beating so fast and the butterflies in his stomach started coming back, so he admired you from afar, taking in how beautiful and lovely you look even though, you probably rushed into the store because it was cold as hell outside since winter was starting soon. Although, after searching for that one CD, you headed towards the register once retrieving it and spotted him looking at you. While blushing, you chuckled before saying, “Hey there, stranger. How are you?” And in return, he smiled wide and responded, “I’m good, just catching up with an old friend.”