and she said please do this


“He asked if my father knew a little girl who could speak as a child would and yet could sing many high notes in whatever it was they were going to do. When I heard this I said, ‘Papa, how about me?’ and started singing a lot of trills. Papa said, ‘Oh, get off the phone for heaven’s sake, Adriana, I’m speaking to someone about business.’ So I said, ‘I know you are, but please let me try out; maybe I can do the part.’ And the man at the other end said, ‘Send her down, you never can tell even if we don’t have her do the lead, she might lust be able to do some little part.’’ The part, she discovered, was for a 14-year old and- in an attempt to improve her chances- Adriana knocked a couple of years off her age and told Churchill, when he asked how old she was, that she was just seventeen. 

Churchill handed Adriana a song in manuscript: "Little girl,” he said “I’m going to go to the piano and play it for you a couple of times and then, perhaps you could try singing it.” But, before he could reach the piano, Adriana, who could sight-read music, was already singing Someday My Prince Will Come…“My God!” shouted Churchill, “The kid can read music!” And, for him at least, there was no question about who should be Snow White. The decision, however, rested with Walt Disney and after Adriana had left, Churchill went to get the verdict. “That’s our girl!” Disney told him, “That’s our Snow White!” Notwithstanding which, Disney decided to audition more voices and no fewer than 148 other hopefuls were tried. Among those who didn’t get the part was Deanna Durbin, who was only 13 but who had a voice of such maturity Walt asked why a 30-year old was being auditioned. It was a whole year before Adriana was recalled and put under contract: "Goodness,” she laughs, “I might have died in that time!”

She recorded the songs not with an orchestra, but with piano accompaniment and Snow White’s dialogue had to be delivered cold, without any of the other voices present- not even the Prince of her dreams! As she performed before the microphone, the animators photographed and made sketches of her to help with realizing the character. The action for Snow White was modeled by Marge Belcher (later to achieve fame as one half of the dance partnership of Marge and Gower Champion), but many of Snow White’s gestures, particularly when she was singing, were those of Adriana…Since, at the time, there were no laws about how many hours a child could work, Adriana spent long days on the Disney sound stage, for which she was paid $20 a day. Over the period in which the film was made she earned just $970.

bhion-chan  asked:

How ken dealing with moody pregnant Touka? Do you have any thoughts?

I think he would be the sweetest, most patient man in the world. If touka is feeling moody and starts raising up her voice kaneki would be like “touka-chan, please, don’t scream (⌒_⌒;)…” and touka “WHO SAID I WAS SCREAMING I’M NOT SCREAMING YOU ARE SCREAMING!!!! (ノ°益°)ノ” 

and Kaneki “( ◡‿◡ *) sorry, you’re right, okay… why don’t you just… lay down for a bit? i’ll make you some coffee..” he would just say yes to everything and wouldn’t try to fight back, i also imagine her fighting with nishiki more than ever and every time nishiki insults her or something, she runs to kaneki like “NISHIKI IS BEING MEAN TO ME, DO SOMETHING” and kaneki *deep sigh* “okay… i’ll speak to him.” 

but i also feel like he would enjoy to tease her a bit 👀 i’m actually a big fan of kaneki teasing touka sometimes bc she looks cute when she’s angry

It was nothing but a usual scene - you drank at the bar and a guy approached you, he was half drunk and you handled it yourself. But it was the first time your siblings saw that kind of a scene happening. And that was, least to say, not good.

You already handled it all by yourself and wanted to walk away from the bar as your eyes caught the four figures that were more living and walking fury and rage than your brothers Elijah and Klaus with your two sisters Rebekah and Freya.

Klaus’s eyes already shifted into his hybrid ones, Elijah wasn’t doing any better either. Rebekah and Freya were trying to stop them more then they had the same desire to murder someone. You appeared in front of them in the blink of an eye.

“Guys please we are in a bar and we don’t want any unnecessary bloodshed” you said with a wary voice to your siblings, whos eyes were still glued to the asshole from the bar. Only Rebekah was reasonable. “She’s right, no need to ruin our family’s reputation even more” she warned. 

“Okay we’ll discuss it at home and if you’re so hell bent on killing him, you can do it. But when he’s alone and not in a public bar” you moved swiftly inbetween your brothers and placed a hand on each of their chests. “Let’s go” your eyes were too charming to not listen to. They let out an annoyed sigh but agreed to your terms.


anonymous asked:

Can you please do one where they got his name from its too cute lol

this is actually the way I came up with his name, i hope it makes as much sense to you as it did to me:’) x

“What about George?” Emily suggested it again. At this point, she felt like she had fired every name under the sun at Ali, who sat crossed legged on the armchair, a plate of a cooked mushrooms sat on top of her 7-month belly, frowning with frustration.

“Nope” she said “too English. Too boring” Emily grunted, rearranging her position on the sofa so that the ‘Big Book of Baby Names’ was held above her head as her feet reached the ceiling.

“Too English?” She repeated, amused at her girlfriends ever growing list of criteria. Ali nodded, popping another mushroom in her mouth as she flicked through a magazine.

“Prince George. George Michael. George Weasley” Emily rolled her eyes, crossing George of the list of names she had been considering. “all so English”

“How about you give me some ideas rather than shooting down everything I say?” Emily suggested, a little bitterness in her tone. Ali smirked, shutting her magazine and tossing it on the table.

“Luca” She said with a grin. Emily heard it, processed it, and cringed.

“It’s nice but” She paused for a second “it sounds like Lucas” Ali opened her mouth as if to protest, but it snapped shut as she realised Emily had a point.

“I want something that no one else has” she said, popping two more mushrooms in her mouth after smearing them with ketchup “something strong but also nothing too masculine and scary. And something that means something. To both of us” Emily sighed dramatically, snapping the book shut and placing it on the table as she pulled herself back into an upright.

“Like what?” She said “I don’t think the name you’re looking for exists, babe” She chuckled softly, grabbing a mug off the table to go and refill it. A little time passed as Ali switched over to a movie set on some Island, a beautiful paradise.

“Another Rom-Com?” Emily said with regret as Ali curled into her side under a blanket. She just shrugged.

“I would do anything to go to the Maldives” She muttered under her breath. Emily squeezed her tightly.

“Just let me know when you find a spare $20,000” She teased.

“We can just swim” Ali suggested, only partly joking.

“Yeah” Emily mumbled “I think we’d need to grow fins to swim that far” Emily settled into the movie, trying to keep up with all the drama but failing miserably, as Ali fell asleep in her arms. 

“I think my mermaid could manage it” She whispered, her eyes closed. Emily couldn’t tell if she was actually talking to her, or just muttering nonsense in her sleep. 

“Your mermaid?” She questioned with a smirk “what are you talking about?”

“You” Ali said eventually, her voice weary. “mermaids have fins” Emily frowned, laughing at her sleepy girlfriend who was becoming more and more drowzy.

“Mermaids don’t have fins” she corrected her “mermaids have tails. Sharks have fins”

“But you’re beautiful, and you can swim. So you’re my mermaid” Emily couldn’t hold back her giggle, and she gently stroked Ali’s hair as she drifted off.

“Sharks have Fins” Ali repeated under her breath “Sharks have Fins”

“I know they do, baby. Go to sleep” She urged her, turning off the movie. Ali sat up despite Emily’s best efforts, her eyes bloodshot.

“Finn” she said, as if everything was locking into place. Emily frowned, but then let the name fall upon her lips for the first time. “and you’re a shark” 

“Finn” She said slowly “Finn Dilaurentis” She finished with a grin. Ali shook her head.

“Finn Fields” Emily burst out with laughter.

“That’s the most ridiculous name I’ve ever heard, he sounds like a farmer from the 1950’s” Ali paused for a moment “Finn Dilaurentis-Fields is much better” Ali practically shone as she threw herself at Emily, kissing her desperately as they had finally come to an argument.

“We’re gonna be moms” She whispered as she reluctantly pulled away.

“Yeah” Emily said “yeah we are” And she leant back down, losing herself in the taste of Ali’s lips for the rest of the night.

The Story of Barira (رضي الله عنها) and her husband
Abu Khadeejah Abdul-Waahid (حفظه الله)
The Story of Barira (رضي الله عنها) and her husband

A narration that makes me very sad (may Allah be pleased with all of the Companions):

Narrated Ibn `Abbas: Barira’s husband was a slave called Mughith, as if I am seeing him now, going behind Barira and weeping with his tears flowing down his beard. The Prophet (ﷺ) said to `Abbas, “O `Abbas ! are you not astonished at the love of Mughith for Barira and the hatred of Barira for Mughith?” The Prophet (ﷺ) then said to Barira, “Why don’t you return to him?” She said, “O Allah’s Messenger (ﷺ)! Do you order me to do so?” He said, “No, I only intercede for him.” She said, “I am not in need of him.”

حَدَّثَنَا مُحَمَّدٌ، أَخْبَرَنَا عَبْدُ الْوَهَّابِ، حَدَّثَنَا خَالِدٌ، عَنْ عِكْرِمَةَ، عَنِ ابْنِ عَبَّاسٍ، أَنَّ زَوْجَ، بَرِيرَةَ كَانَ عَبْدًا يُقَالُ لَهُ مُغِيثٌ كَأَنِّي أَنْظُرُ إِلَيْهِ يَطُوفُ خَلْفَهَا يَبْكِي، وَدُمُوعُهُ تَسِيلُ عَلَى لِحْيَتِهِ، فَقَالَ النَّبِيُّ صلى الله عليه وسلم لِعَبَّاسٍ ‏"‏ يَا عَبَّاسُ أَلاَ تَعْجَبُ مِنْ حُبِّ مُغِيثٍ بَرِيرَةَ، وَمِنْ بُغْضِ بَرِيرَةَ مُغِيثًا ‏"‏‏.‏ فَقَالَ النَّبِيُّ صلى الله عليه وسلم ‏"‏ لَوْ رَاجَعْتِهِ ‏"‏‏.‏ قَالَتْ يَا رَسُولَ اللَّهِ تَأْمُرُنِي قَالَ ‏"‏ إِنَّمَا أَنَا أَشْفَعُ ‏"‏‏.‏ قَالَتْ لاَ حَاجَةَ لِي فِيهِ‏.‏

Sahih al-Bukhari #5283

Last Supergirl Related post for the night (from me, I'll probably stop reblog stuff)

See this is why Melissa never really participates in the ship questions. She’s usually pretty quiet about it and normally gives diplomatic answers. Because people love twisting actors words. But she’s watched someone she loves being hated on for months now so she was bound to snap and get there.

I haven’t watched the full interview but I’m pretty all she said was “they’re just friends.” What’s wrong with that? If you want to tell me please do it nicely. I don’t mean to offend anyone.

anonymous asked:

I can't watch the interview but on twitter someone mentioned Jesse or Grant said there will be some drama with the west family? And they shut down a snowrat question? Can u tell me it it is true please

In the facebook interview? There was no SB in that interview, but JLM did allude to some drama with Iris and Wally, probably from Iris doing whatever the fuck she wants as per usual. LOL

Bait (Faraday)

Anonymous asked: So could you please write me an imagine or headcanons (it’s up to you) about a quite shy and young reader falling for Faraday. She tries to impress him (and ends up by just making a fool of herself), innocently getting his attention ect.. Of course he notices her feelings for him but being the jerk he is, he acts as if he doesn’t and openly laughs at her expense. Fluff ending please. Thank you so much ❤ !! I love Faraday ❤❤

A/N: Sorry this took me so long!

    “If you’re going to say something, just do it! Now’s your chance!”

    “Easy for you to say,” you said, frowning at your friend before taking a quick glance over your shoulder. Faraday was still inside the stable, presumably taking off his horse’s tack. He came into town from time to time, and he’d always interested you- his roguishly handsome looks, his intensely abrasive personality, and the moments of affection that occasionally came through when you saw him with his friends. But he was older, and you were inexperienced, and you had no idea where to even start with him.

    “I’m just saying, if you don’t talk to him now, he’ll have some other girl all over him all night, and I do mean all night.”

    “Cynthia!” you exclaimed. “You’re disgusting.”

    “I’m just speaking the truth, and you know it. C’mon, he seems like the type who likes an assertive woman. He’ll be impressed if you ask him out.”

    “All right.” You were ready for this. “I’m going to go talk to him, and you better not try to listen in.”

    “I won’t, don’t worry,” she assured you. “Go get him!”

    You strode toward the stable without another word and pushed the door open, crossing the hay-covered floor toward the farthest stall, where Faraday was brushing down Jack. You cleared your throat loudly and Faraday straightened, setting down the brush and stepping out of the stall. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest and a cocky smirk on his lips. “What can I do for you, miss?”

    You froze. Your heart was pounding in your chest, the palms of your hands were clammy, your thoughts were racing but nothing made sense. You had not thought this through.

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Less than 2 secs after Clarke’s lip starts quivering Bellamy jumps in with a real, sincere hug. Even though he’s just said goodbye to his sister for maybe the last time, he rushes to comfort her. He can’t just do nothing when she’s upset. And her tears upset him. They’re both holding on so tight AND I’M STILL EMOTIONAL OVER THEM GETTING RIPPED APART FOR 6 YEARS JUST 2 HOURS AFTER THIS

Through the Years (Part 3)

Summary: Through mysterious circumstances, you find yourself exchanging letters with a man who lived 70 years in the past.

Word Count: 1,803

Part 1 Part 2

Originally posted by yesbucky


It was impossible, you knew that it was. There was absolutely no way that this letter really was from the date written on it. Yet again, it was yellowed and seemed to be crumbling. After all, it had supposedly existed for seventy years. Swallowing thickly, you began to read.

Dear Y/N,

My name is James Barnes. I am the new tenant in the apartment and would like to ask how you know about the fire that happened in the bedroom. It just happened a week ago and I was already living here. How did you know it was going to happen, that it was going to leave a large burn mark on the wall?

I’m not accusing you of anything, please don’t think I am. I am just curious.



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Coincidence (Jimin x Reader)


Prompt/Ask: Hi could you do a jimin fanfic or something?? Where she has a one night stands with jimin and has feelings for him and in the morning she realise he is her new teacher. Xxxxx

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: language, sex, drinking

Word Count: 4275 (woops)

Authors Note: Some smut for Jimin (my first bias before Jungkook snatched me lmao). I hope you enjoy it and that it was as good as you asked for! I got a bit carried away lol, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Let me know if there are errors, feedback is appreciated, and happy reading! ^^

 - PART 2 -

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What’s The Plan? (Peter Parker x reader)

Anon asked:

HI! I JUST SAW HOMECOMING AND IM IN LOVE. Anyway can I get a Peter X reader where the reader is Tony’s daughter (a teleporter) who has a deaf best friend (Fury’s son) who reads lips and has hyper awareness and she just invites Peter and Ned (who now has a Stark internship for his computer skills) and ned and the readers best friend just try to get the reader and Peter together bcs they know they have feelings for each other? (sorry if it’s too much and btw my best friend is deaf in real life💗)

(AN. I really think this is an adorable idea and I warn you, there are tons of fluff in this!!!!! And guess who became literal Tom!spidey trash and less than four hours after seeing Homecoming???? THATS RIGHT. ITS ME! aaanyway these guys helped a me come out with ideas for this fic > @raisafatika @ciaa11 @harukatrash so kudos to them)

-(B/f/n) : best friend’ s name-


(B/f/n) is a curious human being. He was born deaf, and that made him optimize the use of his other senses. He was given a hyper-awareness serum by his father, Nick Fury, at a very young age to help him go through the world.

Over time, the serum given to him as a tool to face the world became more like a superpower. He had awareness beyond any human being. He could feel even the tiniest vibrations.

Another challenge in his life was having to pretend that his father is dead.

Nick Fury faked his death a few years ago, and he hadn’t seen him since then. He sent his father anonymous letters from time to time, but Nick couldn’t send anything back to him in fear of giving away his location.

He was grateful to have (Y/n), his best friend. (Y/n) was Tony Stark’s daughter. Her mother died after giving birth, so Tony raised her. She was a genius, much like her father. (Y/n) played a huge role in Tony’s life. After all, six year old (Y/n) was the one who insisted Tony to take things seriously with Pepper.

(Y/n) also had a superpower. As a child, (Y/n) got trapped in her father’s matter transporter prototype. The incident broke the machine, but Tony didn’t care about that. He cared more about his little girl.

The accident gave her the ability to teleport. If she could focus enough, she could scatter her molecules to reform somewhere else. She could control her powers now, but if she teleported too much or too far, the exhaustion could kill her.

They were both avengers to an extent. They went on easy missions, but Tony insisted that they didn’t go on harder ones.


(B/f/n) stepped in the lounge. It was another regular day in the Avengers facility. Nothing to do. Neither he nor (Y/n) has school because lessons from Tony and Bruce was better than what any academic curriculum could offer.

He saw (Y/n) sitting contently in the couch watching Star Wars, her Hulk plushie conveniently cuddled in her arms. She was exhausted after teleporting to Manhattan and back. That’s the farthest she’s ever gone.

He smiled at his best friend.

Something else caught his eye. There was a phone on the iron kitchen in the back of the room, flashing with notifications. It wasn’t (Y/n)’s or his, so who’s phone could it possibly be?

He stepped closer and saw the messages.

From: Peter Parker

Hey Happy! Just checking in today!

So apparently, Happy left his phone.

(B/f/n) grabbed a piece of paper and crushed it into a ball and threw it to (Y/n) to get her attention.

“What is it?” (Y/n) asked, turning to him while pausing the movie.

Why did Happy leave his phone? (B/f/n) signed.

His actual gestures were actually: Happy. Leave. Phone. Why? but (Y/n) has gotten good at interpreting ASL.

“I don’t know,” (Y/n) shrugged and went back to watching Star Wars.

Suddenly, an idea came to (B/f/n)’s head.

He unlocked Happy’s phone. It wasn’t that hard. The passcode was Happy’s birthday, and since (B/f/n) had near-photographic memory, it was a piece of cake.

He scrolled through his phone and saw Peter literally spamming him with text messages Happy never bothered to read.

How are you Happy?

I just got home from school.

How’s (Y/n) btw?

Tell her I said hi.

Anyway does Mr. Stark have any missions for me?

I’ll always be ready if you need me, you know.

Don’t forget to tell (Y/n) I said hi.

And it goes on and on like that for at least three months.

There was one thing that (B/f/n) noticed. Peter always asked about (Y/n).

Nobody asks about someone that much unless he had a crush on her.

With blunt realization and sudden excitement, (B/f/n) smiled with glee.

(B/f/n) knew (Y/n) has a crush on Peter. She didn’t tell him personally, but he just knows. He’s aware of the slight blush that colors her cheek whenever Peter is mentioned, or the tension released from her posture whenever Peter enters the room.

He just knows.

(B/f/n) couldn’t tell (Y/n). She wouldn’t believe.

He needed a plan.

So he texted Ned frantically.


“(Y/n) invited us for movie night?” Peter asked incredulously, not believing his ears as his cheeks turn as red as the Iron Man suit. He only goes to the Avengers facility for training. He couldn’t believe (Y/n) invited them to movie night.

“That’s r-right,” Ned confirmed, “nothing behind this invitation- not at all!” he stuttered, ending the sentence with a nervous grin.

Peter gave him a suspicious look, but it did not last. His head was already imagining scenarios.


“You invited Peter for movie night?” (Y/n) asked incredulously. (B/f/n) shrugged and signed, Technically, I invited Peter and Ned.

“I don’t care! What if I mess up? What if I embarrass myself?” (Y/n) said with pleading eyes.

(B/f/n) rolled his eyes. You’re not gonna mess up, he signed, you’re not gonna embarrass yourself. You’re going to be just fine, okay?

(Y/n) sighed, “Okay,” she said grudgingly.


“Do I look okay?” Peter asked Ned, “Please tell me I look okay.”

“Relax, buddy,” Ned reassured, tapping his shoes.

(Y/n) opened the door. “Hi,” she said, smiling playfully. She was wearing an oversized sweater with pajama shorts while Peter was trying his best not to melt into a puddle.

“Hey,” Peter answered, trying to sound brave, but instead it came out more like a squawk. (Y/n) giggled at his reaction as she welcomed them in.

(B/f/n) waved at them and crashed on the couch, followed by the rest.

They agreed to watch Lord of The Rings. (B/f/n) set the subtitles and flopped back on the couch.


Halfway through the movie, Ned tapped on (B/f/n)’s shoulder. “what’s the plan again?” Ned whispered.

It’s dark, (B/f/n) signed, I can’t read your lips.

Ned gave him a confused look. “Huh?”

(B/f/n) face palmed. He remembered one thing that he did not think through. Ned doesn’t understand ASL.

Oh, how he hated excitement that ruined his near-perfect memory.

(B/f/n) took out his phone and opened the notes. He typed, what did you say?
And passed the phone to Ned.

Ned took the phone. I said, what’s the plan again?

(B/f/n) took the phone again. Excuse yourself to the bathroom, and I’ll do the same a few minutes after you.

He handed Ned the phone again. Okay. He gave the phone back to (B/f/n).

“Are you guys passing notes on your phone?” (Y/n) asked, slightly confused.

“What? No,” Ned said nervously.

Since (B/f/n) can’t hear a thing and can’t see in the dark, he typed, Who are you talking to?

“You guys are passing notes,” Peter observed.

“O-okay,” Ned stuttered, “I think (B/f/n) is sleepy, aren’t you?” he asked, as (B/f/n) tilted his head in confusion. “and I need to go to the bathroom!” he announced, pushing (B/f/n) out of the lounge and into the hallway. “I’ll be back soon!” he called and disappeared through the door.

“Well that was… wierd,” (Y/n) said uncertainly.

“yeah,” Peter agreed, blushing because he was alone with (Y/n) on the couch watching The Fellowship of the Ring.

(Y/n) scooted closer to him.

Peter noticed something dangling from the girl’s arms. “Is that a hulk plushie?” Peter asked.

(Y/n) blushed in embarrassment. “Umm… Yeah,” she admitted.

“I think it’s cute,” Peter smiled.

(Y/n)’s eyes brightened. “Thank you.”

Then, Peter realized, that if he wanted to confess, this is the perfect time to do so.

“(Y/n)?” Peter called softly.


“I sorta.. Kinda, y'know…” he started, scratching the back of his head, “you’re just… And I’m, well… I don’t know how to say this and I’m really scared right now… It’s like… You know, when you’re in a room… I, ummm, I get nervous, and I-I don’t know how to act- I just have these feelings, and stuff and- I sorta- kinda like you- but- but y'know if y-you don’t feel the same…but I think I-I’m in love with you -”

Before he could finish his sentence, (Y/n) leaned up to press her lips against his.

Peter couldn’t believe it. (Y/n) Stark was kissing him.

He melted into the kiss in a matter of seconds.

His heart was beating out of his rib cage as he sighed into her lips, happy that he didn’t have to hide anything from her anymore.

They pulled away, out of breath and smiling like idiots.

“Was that your first kiss?” (Y/n) asked smiling contently.

“That obvious, huh?” Peter grinned.

“It was mine, too,” (Y/n) admitted, pecking his lips one more time.

They stayed in silence for a while.

“Hey, Peter?” (Y/n) called.


“I think I’m in love with you, too.”


From the hallway, (B/f/n) and Ned high-fived in happiness that their fatally flawed plan actually worked.

Nick Fury would be so proud.




RFA Wrong Text

I am alive! Hmu in my ask and talk to me if y’all want. This is a little filler before i go into all the request i haven’t done yet 

The person is in bold and MC is in italics


  • Zen hyung! she looked so pretty today I feel like other people would snatch her if I don’t make a move now
  • Who looked pretty today???
  • MC obviously, hyung we’ve been talking about her for the past days already you even gave me advice on how to ask her out
  • Oh
  • Oh? what do you mean oh?
  • Well… she’ll say yes, I don’t think you have to go through lengths to ask her
  • How do you know???!?
  • Well one, I’m not Zen
  • ……
  • ……..
  • …………
  • You little cutie, pick me up on 7 this saturday? <3
  • Um uh okay! sure! 


  • Seven you might be a little weird for my taste but help me out
  • ???
  • I don’t know what to do with MC man I like her so much my chest tightens everytime I see her
  • Oh….. wow
  • Yeah I mean did you see her with that other dude! I was ready to just grab her and leave
  • Well, you should’ve. That would have been fine
  • I can’t just do that I mean I want her to be mine but she’ll need time to accept me and all that 
  • I do accept you ^^
  • Um Seven that was kind of weird
  • wait
  • hold on
  • Oh my god I think I creeped you out I’m sorry you had to find out this way
  • Don’t worry I like you too
  • Oh uh! um then lets date
  • I mean let’s go on a date first yeah
  • Sure, I mean I’m yours right? <3


  • Assistant Kang I need some…. assistance
  • Yes Mr. Han?
  • I need you to order the most expensive bouquet from a famous flower shop
  • What is it for, Mr. Han? Is it a congratulatory bouquet?
  • No it’s for MC
  • MC?
  • I… need to give her a token of my appreciation
  • Like, as a friend?
  • Preferably as my companion
  • Your girlfriend?
  • Yes.
  • Is the order done?
  • Jumin! it was fun messing around as Jaehee for once but you don’t need to give me something as expensive as that! 
  • MC? 
  • Yes it’s me
  • No I want to give it to you, expect it this week and expect me to ask you to be my beloved
  • mc blushes really You don’t need to ask such a question, I’m already saying yes


  • Yoosung, I know you’re quite young but what do young people want these days?
  • What young people want?
  • Yes… in regards to love and couples
  • ???
  • It’s absurd of me to be asking but I want to do something about my crush towards MC but I don’t know what she wants
  • She only wants you
  • Oh that’s quite forward, I’m not so sure about that
  • Check the name, Jaehee :)
  • MC!!? Oh no forget I said that
  • Forget? No way! I like you too <3


  • Seven the defender of justice can do everything and can work my way through anything! But……………. Help me Jumin I promise you I won’t touch a single fur Elly if you do
  • I’m not sure I can do that 
  • Please just hear me out!! 
  • It’s just… I’m a secret agent, Jumin I can’t like anybody
  • Seven…
  • But MC! She just, worked her way into my heart. I can’t be closer to her and put her in danger Jumin. I can’t lose her.
  • You won’t lose her
  • It’s not that easy! All her actions, her kindness, her words it just makes my heart speed up more. I don’t think I can bear more of it without doing something but it’s too dangerous
  • Do you like her?
  • I…. love her
  • Then just be with her
  • I don’t think I can and if I will, what’ll I do?
  • Kiss me 
  • Kiss? huh 
  • FLOD
  • DLDO
  • You can’t undone what’s done, Seven
  • Calm down… I love you too
  • Then come to me, I’ll be waiting <3


  • Saeyoung you’re an idiot right? Then what should I do about my idiot emotions
  • You should probably just let your idiot emotions out why what’re you feeling?
  • Like… I wanna just lay down and have MC in my arms because her touch is more calming than I thought it would be or just pin MC to a wall and make out with her, taste her. She’s so addicting Saeyoung and shit I feel like throwing up saying all these things forget it I’ll delete this message later
  • What
  • What the hell has gotten into you
  • ….
  • I’m done, don’t talk to me
  • Stop shouting
  • No screw you
  • I bet you’d like to ;)
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Please read this regarding the Instagram account glitter.slimes

Hey okay so guys I just saw a slime video on a blog I really like by glitter.slimes on Instagram and id just like to point out that she and her boyfriend are both racist liars and horrible people.
Her boyfriend beat a young black boy to the point that he had to go to the hospital and then they both lied about it saying he was cornered by him and his friends who then supposedly “made a Twitter account pretending to be him saying racist stuff” that was proven to have originated from his phone and posted pictures of him that were unavailable anywhere else.
She also ran an illegal raffle (allowing children to enter, running it without a gambling license) insisting it was legal the whole time and when caught in her greed (she already overprices her slime and makes a LOT of money) said that she’d donate the money to charity. She never did, UNTIL PEOPLE WERE REPEATEDLY CALLING HER OUT FOR NOT DOING SO. Even then she lied and said that she had donated it earlier despite the fact that the date was blacked out in the “proof” she showed.

Pleaaase reblog this, and maybe even mention accounts you’ve noticed repost her videos on this post!!!
I know her videos are stimmy
But please, please consider the type of person Nicolette is and try not to give her any more popularity than she already has.

Edit: Here are some records from someone who dedicates her account to calling out stuff like this because she was a state fraud investigator! This post is the most important regarding racism, it includes screenshots where she says it’s hypocritical that having a “white history month” would be racist and tries to defend her “right” to say the n slur: These provide some background on the situation and explain her lies: She also got this account taken down by getting her followers to report it because of “slander” and threatened to sue her for posting the truth. However, Slimegiveawaysinfo had enough proof that she got her account back.
Crushed Love - Peter Parker (Tom Holland)




Peter’s P.O.V.

“Wait, does Y/N know?” Ned asked, as we sat in my room, planning what we were going go wear for homecoming.

“No. And she never will.”

“Why not, she’s your best friend, well, second best,” Ned said the last part with a wink, causing me to roll my eyes.

“I’m serious.” Ned pushed. “Ned, no. Alright? If she knew, she could get hurt, and if she got hurt I’d never be able to live with myself. So please, just don’t say anything.”

I winced at just the thought of her getting hurt.

“Alright, alright. But I can’t promise I won’t tell her how you feel,” Ned said dragging out the last word in a sing-song voice.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, trying to pretend like I was oblivious to what he was talking about.

Ned rolled his eyes, “Please, it’s obvious you like her. I don’t know why you asked Liz to the dance, Y/N would’ve said yes.”

“I don’t like her Ned.”

He rolled his eyes, “Seriously, you trust me with knowing that you’re the Spider-Man, but not with your crush?”

I looked down at my feet and crossed my arms, knowing he was right. “I don’t like her… I love her,” I mumbled.

“Then tell her! The dance would be a perfect time dude!” Ned practically yelled, slapping me arm.

“I don’t know Ned, what if she doesn’t-”

“Trust me. She does.” Ned said, before going back to whatever he was doing on his phone.

I let out a sigh, maybe Ned was right.


“Liz, why don’t you go in, I’m gonna give Peter the dad talk,” Liz’s dad said with a wink. My heart dropped into my stomach.

Liz rolled her eyes, “Don’t let him scare you too much,” she said before getting out of the car.

Vulture was talking, but I could barely focus on a word he was saying, truth be told I was terrifying.

“As long as you stay out of my way, we’ll be good,” He said with a smile. I nodded, and reached for the door handle.

“Oh, and Peter, one more thing. Make one wrong move, and I won’t hesitate to kill her,” He said. I followed his gaze, my eyes landing on Y/N.

She was wearing a gorgeous long red dress that hugged every curve perfectly. Her hair was down and her smile was as vibrant as ever.

My heart stopped and my face went pale, “Yeah, I know about her.” He said in a taunting voice.

There was an audible click, signaling the door had been unlocked. I slowly climbed out of the car.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as I approached Y/N and the doors. “Peter? What’s wrong?” She asked, stopping me, placing her hands on my shoulders.

Her eyes sparkled as they looked into mine. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her in a hug. “You need to go home, it’s not safe.” I whispered, my heart still racing.

She looked at me with a confused expression, “Peter what are you talking about?”

“Just, trust me, alright?” I said, in a dead serious tone. Before she could answer I ran inside, knowing that tonight, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the dance, or confess my feelings to Y/N.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I stood there in awe as Peter ran into the school. His last words echoing in my head. Why wouldn’t I be safe?

“Y/N? Are you ready?” My best friend asked. I shook my head, “You guys go, I need a minute,” I said, waving my friends inside, leaving me the only one outside.

I rubbed my arms as a cool breeze sent chills throughout my body. I grew uneasy, thinking of what Peter said about being safe.

All of a sudden, I felt a gloved hand cover my mouth and another wrap around my waist, roughly pulling me backwards as I struggled against my captor.

“I don’t usually do this, but you know what they say about desperate times,” A voice whispered into my ear, before a sharp pain exploded in my temple, and darkness slowly consumed my vision.

Peter’s P.O.V.

I walked into the empty warehouse, seeing nothing but Vulture and a metal table.

“It’s over,” I said, my voice shaking slightly.

“Is it?” Vulture questioned before letting out a loud whistle. It was then that a man came out from hiding, pushing a girl in a long red dress in front of him.

The girl wad thrown to the floor by the force of the man. It didn’t take me long to realise who the girl was.

“Let her go!” I yelled as I began to run towards Y/N. But Vulture walked over and pulled her up by her hair, putting an Alien looking gun to her head, causing me to stop in my tracks.

Y/N let out a whimper, “Please, please don’t.” She begged, tears streaming down her face.

“She’s just an innocent citizen, she has nothing to do with this,” I said, still trying to hide my real identity from her.

“Now, now, there’s no need to act like a stranger. Why don’t you just tell the girl…” Vulture smirked before finishing his sentence with one last word, “… Peter.”

This caused Y/N to go still. “Take the mask off,” Vulture said. I stood frozen, staring at him, “Take it off!” He yelled, pressing the gun harder agasint Y/N’s head.

“Okay! Okay! Stop it, just don’t hurt her. Please.” I said, before slowly removing my mask, not being able to look Y/N in the eye.

“Peter-” Y/N started, but was interrupted by a loud crash, caused by vulture’s metal wings bursting through the ceiling and flying around the room recklessly.

“You missed,” I said, as I ducked out of the path of the wings. Vulture smirked as he threw Y/N to the ground, “Did I? Cause my distraction seemed to work.”

The wings flew around one more time, crashing into the concrete beams that held the building, before they attached to him, and taking him to safety, leaving Y/N and I.

The roof began to cave in, “Y/N!” I yelled, trying to run to her, but I was suddenly pinned down by massive blocks of concrete. Y/N’s screams echoed through the air.

“Please! Somebody. Help!” I yelled out, unable to move. “PLEASE! We’re stuck!” I screamed even louder, but I knew it was no use.

But what scared me the most was the fact that Y/N wasn’t screaming anymore. In fact, she made no effort to call out, leaving me to infer the worst.

“Y/N! Y/N! NO, PLEASE NO!” I screamed, shredding my throat. “SAY SOMETHING, PLEASE! Please.” I whispered the last word, my voice cracking and tears beginning to spill down my cheeks.

Sobs racked my body. I had to get out of here. I struggled against the concrete blocks, but each time I ended up failing.

I let out a frustrated scream that mixed with a sob. I looked down in defeat, seeing my mask floating in a puddle of water, my reflection staring back at me.

‘If youre nothing without this suit, then you shouldn’t have it.’

Those words echoed in my head, and in that moment I realised Mr. Stark was right. I gave it one last trying, and slowly but surely, I was able to lift the concrete and free myself.

As soon as I was free and climbed over the debris to where I last saw Y/N and began digging through.

Her body laid lifeless just beneath the rubble, a gash on her head allowed blood to flow freely onto the floor, and her left leg was pinned beneath a slab of concrete.

I swiftly freed her, picking up her limp body, and bringing her to a clearing.

I gently laid her down, kneeling beside her and leaned my head down, pressing my ear against her chest. A faint heart beat just barely audible.

I cupped her face with my hands, “No. No. Y/N Please, please wake up.” I begged, as tears ran down my face.

Violent sobs racked through my body, “Come on, please. PLEASE!” I screamed the last word, only to be cut off by another sob.

“Please, I can’t do this without you, I love you, Y/N, please you can’t leave me . I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Please just wake up,” I barely got out, before erupting into another violent fit of sobs.

“Please,” I choked out, my voice breaking. It felt as if my heart had been crushed, I felt numb and empty.

“AHH!” I screamed, my fists clenched, and my body shaking. “GODDAMNIT!” I pounded on the ground with my fists, my knuckles growing bloody under my gloves, the fabric tearing.

I turned back to Y/N with nothing but guilt and sadness, this was my fault. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered as I pulled her into my lap and cradled her in my arms.

I placed a soft kiss to her forehead, my tears landing on her pale skin. I ran my thumb over her lips, stopping for a second when I felt something impossible. There was a small tingle of air just brushing my fingers. She was breathing.

“Y/N?” I said, shocked.

Within seconds her eyes magically fluttered open. “Peter?” Was all she said. But that was all she needed to say for me to break and pull her into my chest, letting myself cry without shame.

“I thought I lost you,” I whispered. Y/N let out a whimper and hugged me tighter, her fist tighly gripping the fabric of my suit. Her body shook as she choked back a sob.

“It’s okay, you’re okay, ” I whispered, trying to calm her, though it was more of an attempt to reassure myself that she was in fact ‘okay.’

“Peter, he- he said he was gonna kill me, and-” A wrangled sob escaped her body and cut her sentence short.

“Shh, I know, it’s okay, I’ve got you, You’re safe, no one is gonna hurt you ever again,” I said as I pulled away from the hug, cupping her face, keeping her eyes locked with mine.

I stared into her beautiful Y/E/C eyes, tears still finding there way down her cheeks. “You scared the shit out of me,” I said, before closing the distance between out lips.

We shared a long, passionate kiss, only breaking for air. “I love you so much, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I whispered, smoothing the hair out of her face. “I’m sorry I never told you before, the thought of you dying before I could tell you- god it was unbearable.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around me again, clinging to me, “I love you too, Peter.”

We sat there just holding each other for a few seconds before the sad realization of reality hit me. “I have to go,” I whispered, causing her to look at me. “What?”

“Vulture, he’s about to rob Mr. Stark’s plane, I have to stop him.”

She shook her head, “No. No, Peter you can’t.”

I cupped her face with my hands and stared into her eyes, “I have to.”

Tears began to leak from her eyes, “Please be careful, promise me.” I nodded, before leaning in and placing my lips on hers once more, “I promise.”

I took my phone out of my pocket, which had surprisingly only sustained a few cracks in the screen and placed it in Y/N’s hand. “Call Mr. Stark, tell him what happened. Everything is going to be okay. I love you so much.”

And with that, I was off, more eager than ever to make Vulture pay for what he did.


Right after the fight with Vulture, I hurried to where I had last left Y/N. She was no longer there, instead, someone else was.

“Happy?” I said as I walked towards him. “Hey kid, you look like shit,” he said, his tone was proud and playful, which was a change from his usual annoyed and angry tone.

“Where is she? Is she okay?” I asked, in a panic.

Happy smiled, “She’s all right, Mr. Stark brought her to the new Avengers facility to be treated.”

I sighed in relief, “Can I see her?”

Happy nodded, “Come on, I’ll take you,” he said as he led me to his car. The drive there was silent and considerably long. Happy tried to make small talk, but I was too on edge from tonight’s events to talk.

The new Avengers facility was large and unbelievable. I would have loved to sit there and just stare at it, but I had more important things to do.

Mr. Stark greeted me at the door, “Hey kid, you did good tonight, I’m proud of you.”

“Where is she?” I said completely ignoring his compliment. “Come on,” Mr. Stark said, slinging his arm around my shoulder and walking me to where Y/N was.

She sat up right on a bed, a nurse tending to her wounds. She kept her gaze down, but I could still see that her cheeks were stained with tears and her eyes were red and watery.

Mr. Stark cleared his throat, causing the nurse and Y/N to look up in our direction.

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Peter!” She yelled as she jumped off the bed and ran to me, throwing her arms around my neck, burying her face in my chest. I wrapped my arms around her waste and rest my chin on the top of her head.

“You’re alive, you’re alive,” she kept mumbling as if she couldn’t believe it. Her tears stained the front of my suit which I still had on.

She leaned back a bit and looked at me, “Oh my god, Peter,” she gasped, her fingers lightly tracing the injuries on my face. “What happened to you?”

“Hey, don’t worry about me alright? I’m okay.” I reassured her. She didn’t say anything, she simply wrapped her arms around me and brought me back into a hug.

We stayed like that for a few minutes before she whispered into my ear, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You didn’t need to be sucked into all of this, you were never supposed get hurt, none of this was supposed to happen. I’m so sorry,” I said, attempting to hold back tears.

Y/N let go from the hug and placed her hand on my cheek, I leaned in to her touch.

“This isn’t your fault Peter, no matter what I will always be by your side, I’m your best friend-”

“No. No, you are so much more than that to me, which is why I couldn’t put you into danger by telling you. I love you too much.”

Y/N stared at me for a few seconds before placing her other hand on my other cheek, and bringing my face down to meet hers. When our lips connected I could feel my heart instantly begin to race.

“I love you too, Peter,” She mumbled against my lips, “And I always will, no matter what.”

This Life Will Have To Do

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: SMUT (Ages 18+), Unprotected Sex (WRAP IT!!), Mentions of Abuse

Summary: You’re a maiden being forced into marriage with a wealthy tradesman, Brock Rumlow, but a group of criminals crash your wedding, led by the long-lost love of your life.

A/N: I know that Alexander Pierce isn’t Brock’s father, but for the sake of this story, he is. Sorry ‘bout that inaccuracy!

Word Count: 3.7k


Originally posted by fandomnationwhore

“Oh, please, Y/N, I’ve heard enough whining to last a lifetime. Now turn around and let me zip up your dress.” Your mother rolled her eyes yet again in response to your protests.

“Mother, you’re throwing away my entire life! How do you expect me to respond?” You exclaimed, trying to keep the tears at bay before you fully lost your composure.

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