and the next two are actually british

love // dylan o'brien

Summary: Dylan shows Y/N the true meaning of love

Requested: no, inspired by my sis @stilinski-jpeg & this song

Pairing: Dylan & Y/N

Warning: no

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What is love?

Love is subjective.

It never feels the same way for two people, that’s why it’s so hard to explain what it is when people ask.

When you’re a kid, love is just a word that makes you feel bubbly inside. It makes you feel warm and protected. Although the words have no meaning to you yet, they still make you feel comforted.

Growing up, you only ever care about love when it’s Valentine’s Day.

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Feelings and work

Request: Hi! Can I request a little series, pls? The reader is playing Loki’s sis in the Thor movie. She and Tom don’t get along well. She is very sarcastic. But Tom and her are always arguing over small things. She always has this “I don’t give a shit” look on her face because when she was a little girl her parents died and had no body so she is afraid to show that she cares. One Day Tom goes too far and finally breaks her heart, she opens up for the first time. (She has dark hair and blue eyes). They slowly stared to fall in love and Tom just wants to protect her from the world. (If you do smut she is a virgin). Thank you!

Author’s Note: Hey peeps. This is going to be a little series. @legolasothranduilion requested it and I love this but I don’t know yet, how many parts it will be. Next up will be the final part of telling Tom you’re pregnant.

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You were more than excited when you heard, that you had a role in the new Thor movie. You would be playing Loki’s sister and it was great.

Until you got to know the man who would be playing you on-screen brother. You didn’t get along from the get go. He was handsome but somehow you didn’t like him. Which caused the scenes you had to do together to be even harder.

When the director called “Cut” you let out a exhausted sigh and made your way of the set, but you heard a specific person say something.

“Thank god, I can’t stand to be around her any longer.” Tom said, talking to Chris and taking a deep breath.

“Well aren’t you a ray of sunshine” you said, not being able to keep your mouth shut.

“Just shut up, weren’t you about to leave?” he said, gesturing towards the door.

“I was, but I think, I’m staying close. Don’t want you to miss me.” You said with your best fake smile.

“Oh for fucks sake…” he mumbled.

“The British gentleman cursing? No no, don’t want to destroy you image.” You sassed, keeping your best resting bitch face on.

He rolled his eyes and left. You smiled, being satisfied with yourself.

“Do you guys always have to bicker around?” Chris asked.

“Yes, he started though.” You answered and left to go to your trailer.

It was always like this, the two fighting over the smallest thing and you sassing him out until he left. You already started counting the days left of filming. But unfortunately then the interviews would follow. That would be the hardest, acting like you don’t hate each other. On screen is one thing, but in real live it’s going to be even harder.

Going back to filming you tried to pull yourself together. Trying to keep it professional, but Tom apparently didn’t try at all. It was a long and hot day and after hours of filming you slipped up and bumped into him.

“Dear god, can’t you be professional?” he asked, being pissed off.

“Me? I was, sorry to touch you. Didn’t know that wasn’t allowed. I wasn’t aware of the writing on your forehead that said ‘Do not touch, I’m out of glass and will crumble’. Don’t be a girl about it, I didn’t do it on purpose.” You answered.

“Why don’t you ever shut up?” he answered and glared at you.

“I would, but this is actually keeping me alive. I live on your annoyance and hate towards me.” You said with a smile.

He rolled his eyes and was about to answer when the director called “Action” again and you two got into your characters again.

The day went on like that and finally after being done you went separate ways and you went home, falling into bed to get some much needed rest.

The next day you started filming again and today everything was worse than before. Apparently the British gentleman got up on the wrong foot. He even snapped at Chris.

In the evening he snapped and you were surprised, cause you didn’t expect that. The scene was finished and you tried to leave but he crossed your path out of nowhere causing you two to bump into each other and him spilling water over the both of you.

“For fucks sake. I have enough. Can’t you watch where you are going?” he screamed.

“No, especially not, when you ran into me!” you said, crossing your arms.

“Didn’t your parents ever tell you how to apologize? Who am I asking. Apparently they didn’t teach you anything at all. No manners or anything useful. You aren’t even a good actress.” He said giving you a death stare. You were shocked. He didn’t just really insult your parents, did he?

You couldn’t speak, it hurt too much. You didn’t want to, but you couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down your face. You sobbed and covered your mouth with your hand. Tom looked at you confused and even a little bit worried.

You just turned around and ran straight to your trailer, locking the door behind you. This was too much. He crossed a line and you would make sure that he would regret it.

Guys My Age Don’t Know How To Touch Me - Part I

Shout out to my ladies! @illumendes @bwshines @littlew0nders @shawndreaming @ele-a-na I love you all so much!


The paparazzi start shouting as soon as he steps out of the car. He dips his head down, curls bopping slightly and he checks his phone.

He still can’t believe he gets texts from his idol, John Mayer himself.

“We are sitting in the back, see you, bud!”

He follows his bodyguard through the screaming crowd, adjusting his jean jacket, entering the posh restaurant in Los Angeles.

He fixes his hair, adjusts his silver ring and scans the room.

“Can I help you?” a waitress asks, looking up at him.

“Yeah, I’m looking for Mister John Mayer, he said he’s in the back?”

“Oh, yes, right. Please follow me!”

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The Stand In

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Summary: Reader is an assistant on the newest Spider-Man movie. Due to complications, they are asked to stand in on the blocking of a kissing scene with Tom Holland.

Notes: This is officially my first pairing fan fiction. If you guys like it I’d be more than happy to do a part two and some other cute scenarios I’ve been thinking about. Also sorry this is long and has no gif per usual. I’m not to Tumblr savvy and can’t figure out how to do that stuff.

Word count: 2,052


“We need a stand in for the next scene!” One of the directors practically shouts in your ear, panting from the run from the main set to the copy room. You remove the last of the script changes from the copy machine and place them into your binder, looking at the breathless man before you.
“What? Why? What scene are you doing? Where is is the actual stand in?” You say in a rush. You had been an assistant on the newest Spider-Man movie for only a few months. You’d mostly been doing little things: copying papers, printing schedules, organizing costumes, and cleaning trailers. Even though you hadn’t been doing much, you still knew the basic ins and outs of the production, including that there were actual stand ins for actors if the directors needed them for lighting shots or blocking.
“She’s not here today. We said we didn’t need her. But Zendaya is stuck in traffic and we need someone to block this shot. You’re the least busy woman in the block.” The director says in a rush, taking your binder from you. “It will only take a few minutes. We just need to run scene eleven of the second half of the movie.”
“Scene eleven!” You squeak, shocked they were blocking the scene so soon. According to her schedule, they had planned on starting with a major fight scene. Scene eleven, that was the long awaited kiss scene between MJ and Peter Parker. You were actually very proud of yourself for that scene. You had been the one to suggest what MJ should say right before the kiss to Zendaya herself while bringing her some props. And now one of the directors was asking you to be a stand in for that scene, a scene you knew would only be you and Tom Holland.
Tom Holland. Just thinking about him summons a light blush to your cheeks. You’ve had a major crush on him ever since Civil War came out. Seeing him on set had been a dream come true. You’d even gotten to speak with him a few times. Watching his big brown eyes light up as he laughed at a stupid joke you told woke the butterflies that were always in your stomach when you were near him. Of course you never made a move. Like Tom Holland could ever fall for an assistant on his movie. Still…you couldn’t help but daydream about his cheeky smile, his wavy brown hair, his adorable accent. Everything about him made your heart beat faster.
“Ms. L/N,” the director snaps his fingers in front of your face. You had started to daydream. “Please we must hurry. We want to block this scene before the stunt doubles get here and work with Tom on the big fight scene.”
That snaps you out of it. You nod quickly and start following the antsy director through the block to the set. The scene was to take place in an empty classroom at the school. It was a tender moment between MJ and Peter before Peter had to rush off and save the day again. You never thought you’d get to see it filmed, let alone be in a blocking of the scene.
As you round the last corner you see him. Tom wasn’t even in costume, just a black tank top and jeans. In fact it looked like they were prepping the suit over to the side as he was reading the script again. Wow they really were in a hurry to block this scene. As you approach Tom you start to get nervous. Your hair was back in a messy ponytail. Your jeans were splattered with old paint stains and you had a hole in the back of your shirt. You quickly take your hair down and run your fingers through the soft strands, trying to make them look at least a little decent. As you try to fix yourself up a bit, Tom looks up from his script and sees you. The soft smile he flashes your way makes your heart thud in your chest.
“Hey Y/N,” he says in that cute British accent of his. You hope you’re not blushing but you can already feel the heat on your cheeks. “Are you gonna be Zendaya’s stand in for the scene?” You manage a shy nod, trying hard not to get lost in those warm brown eyes.
The director sits down next to the two others working today and called for the dummy cameras. Prop managers rush on and start rearranging desks and books and anything else that made the set look like an actual classroom. Makeup artists rush forward and cut between you and Tom, fixing up his make up for some test lighting. Someone takes a hold of your arm and leads you to the front of the classroom, where the scene was to take place. You were told to leans against the desk and look as cocky as possible. They asked if you needed cue cards to get through the scene. You shake your head sheepishly. You’d memorized the entire script the second you had the chance to read it. You knew every line by heart. The woman positioning you shrugs and and walks off as Tom moves to his spot, directly in front of you. You could feel your face growing red again and you struggle to keep the cocky grin on place. Tom smiles encouragingly, offering you a friendly pat on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry about the acting part. It’s just blocking. Honestly I’m glad I get to kiss a pretty girl for the test run and not a tennis ball,” he jokes quietly as the directors set up. Now you couldn’t help but blush furiously. Tom thought you were pretty! Before you can respond with a clever comment you had been saving for a moment like this, the lights switch on and you’re blinded. You blink rapidly to get rid of the dots and get use to the brightness. As soon as you’re able to see by squinting the director yells action and the blocking begins.
At first all you can do is stand there, stunned, as Tom reads his lines to you, the shift from a British to an American accent making you blush. That had always been your favorite part of the interviews you watched. Tom would be telling a story and switch from his normal accent to an American one in a heartbeat. You never knew why but it made you swoon.
You snap out of your daze just in time, as it’s MJ’s turn to speak. You read off her lines perfectly, even able to add a little bit of her blunt character to it. Tom smiles at you before launching into his next set of lines, stepping closer. You rise from the desk to meet him, now mere inches away. Your heart pounds in your ears as you look up at you, no where near as tall as Zendaya. As Tom finished his lines you smirk, knowing this line better than any others.
“If you’re going to stand this close to me Parker, you might as well kiss me,” the line flows smoothly from your lips as you look up at Tom, a newfound confidence in your eyes. He blushes and reaches up to gently cup your cheek in his hand, a shy, truly Peter Parker smile on his face. Your heart skips a beat as his other hand presses into your back, pulling you closer. Your breath hitches as his lips meet yours. They taste sweet and fruity. You’re so stunned you almost don’t kiss back, still not quite able to believe Tom Holland was actually kissing you. Warmth spread through your body as you finally relax and kiss him back, one hand reaching up to tangle into his soft brown curls, while the other presses against his chest. You can feel his heart beating through the thin fabric of his tank top. Is it just your imagination or is his heart beating faster than normal? Did he feel the same surge of electricity racing through him as you did, right now?
“Cut! Great job everyone, that looked perfect. We’ll try it for real tomorrow,” all too soon it was over. Tom’s lips slowly left yours yet he stays close, his hand still on your back. You look up at him, wide eyed and breathless from the best kiss you’ve ever had. Tom smiles down at you, looking a bit breathless himself. It takes your foggy brain a full minute to realize you’re still pressed against him and the set people were changing scenes. You flush red and pull away from him, pushing your hair behind your ear.
“I-I hope I was better than a tennis ball,” you manage, very aware of how out of breath you sound. Tom chuckles and gently takes your hand in his, leading you off the set so the green screen could be wheeled in.
“That was much better than a tennis ball,” he says softly, setting his finger under your chin and lifting your face up. You had no choice but to look into his eyes, trying not to sigh out loud.
“You’re a really good kisser!” You blurt out, immediately flushing red. Oh how you wish your mind didn’t turn to mush around Tom. You wouldn’t embarrass yourself nearly as much. “S-Sorry. Y-You probably hear that all time time. Besides it was really unprofessional.”
“No no it’s ok,” Tom laughs softly, taking a step closer to you. “You’re actually a pretty good kisser yourself.” You freeze, a fresh blush taking over your face. Surely he was just being nice. He didn’t actually enjoy the kiss did he? You step away quickly, running a hand through your hair. You had never felt more conflicted in your life. Here you were, making a fool of yourself in front of the man you might just be falling in love with, while he proceeds to tell you you’re a good kisser. Your mind couldn’t take it.
“Y/N?” Tom’s soft voice drew you from your pity party. You glance up at him, then do a double take. He looks…upset? But why? He shifts and rubs the back of his neck, suddenly finding his shoes very interesting. “I’m so sorry. I’m probably making you feel wildly uncomfortable. I-I was going to see if you wanted to come to my trailer for lunch…but you probably…wouldn’t want to…now. Sorry.”
“Of course I want to!” You blurt yet again, your head shooting up from your own shoe gazing.
“Really?” Tom looks up at you, a wide grin taking over his face. The butterflies in your stomach go crazy at the sight of that wide smile, directed right at you. For a second you’re speechless. You can’t quite believe that you were the cause of that adorable grin. Or that you were just asked out, if not on a date then at least to hang out, by Tom Holland himself. You manage a shy smile and nod.
“Y-Yea. I’d love to,” you respond quietly, bashfulness quickly taking place of embarrassment. Tom runs a hand through his hair, almost bouncing on his feet. You giggle softly at how cute he looks, all excited and happy.
“Ok great! I-I have to go get into the suit. Takes forever you know. But I’ll meet you at my trailer as soon as I get a lunch break.” Before you can say anything else he bends down and gives you a quick peck on the cheek. You gasp and touch your fingers to the spot he had just kissed as you watch the adorable actor run off.
“Y-Yea. Ok. I-I’ll see you later,” a warm blush covers your face as you watch him go, leaving you daydreaming about the lunch date you can’t wait to have.

an au i’m never gonna write down so i gotta circulate it Somehow #1284917512

sharon carter + princess diaries au

it’s the april of her junior year and things are finally looking up for sharon mccollough-lee. she’s got decent friends, she’s managed to get a solo in her acapella group, her mother’s restaurant is getting glowing reviews, and she’s finally coming to terms with the death of her birth father - someone she had, oddly, never even met - two months earlier.

her life takes a complete 180 after having tea her long lost great-aunt margaret, some foreign diplomat from the british island of astoria. her father, she learns, wasn’t actually an ambassador like she had always been told. frederick antoine james carter had died the crown prince and heir to the throne of astoria. great-aunt peggy is actually margaret elizabeth grace carter, and she, is, for all intents and purposes, sharon rianne katerina carter, crown princess and next in line for the throne.

so, her entire life is a lie, and she has about six weeks to decide if she’s ready for an entire nation for her eighteenth birthday. six weeks full of “princess lessons”, sudden pierced ears, a new hairstyle, media explosions, and finally facing her fear of public speaking head-on.

yeah. this should be fun.

Kornilov Continues Kerensky Offensive

Kornilov being feted by his officers in July 1917.

July 6 1917, Ivano-Frankivs’k–The Kerensky offensive had seen some successes in its first two days, especially in the Eleventh Army’s sector.  However, the main body of the infantry involved seemed to think they had done their duty and were unwilling to move beyond the Austrian trench lines that they captured.  The Eleventh Army attempted to attack again on July 6 but made no progress.  Its commander reported:

Despite the victories of July 1 and 2, which should have strengthened the offensive spirit of our units, we have not seen this in the majority of the regiments.  Some unites are dominated by the conviction that they have done their duty and are not obligated to carry on further uninterrupted offensives.

Further to the south, the Russian Eighth Army, under Kornilov (newly sent south from Petrograd), also began its attacks on July 6.  Kornilov hoped that German and Austrian reserves had been sent north to stop the Eleventh Army, and that he would be able to smash through the Austrians in front of him.  The attack on July 6, initially intended as a diversion, still took many Austrian positions.  A larger attack the next day broke open the Austrian lines and took 7000 prisoners.

The resulting gap in the Austrian lines was large enough that, for one of the few times in the war, the cavalry prepared to exploit a breakthrough could actually be used to great effect.  Two entire cavalry divisions pushed through and reached as far as Kalusz, over 15 miles distant, by July 11.  However, with the Seventh and Eleventh Armies to his north unwilling to renew their offensive, this left the Eighth Army’s rapidly advancing flank increasingly exposed.

Today in 1916: Lloyd George Made Minister of War
Today in 1915: Franco-British Conference at Calais
Today in 1914: Kaiser Wilhelm Departs on Cruise to Norway.

Sources include: David R. Stone, The Russian Army in the Great War.

Girls Night In

Sam Winchester x Eileen Leahy
Words: 2k
Warnings: mild language, HAPPY ending
A/N: 12x21? What’s a 12x21? (Idk if you noticed but I’m bitter as all get out) This is what happened when Eileen showed up at the bunker to bunk with the boys for a little while, featuring a very present, very okay Cas. Here it is @justrandomspnstuff !! I hope you like it! <3

Originally posted by faramaiofnerdwoodforest

The loud clang of the slamming of the bunker door drew Sam and Dean’s attention away from the electronics spread on the table in front of them. After scouring the entirety of their home, they had found every bug the British had planted. Sam learned quickly how to carefully disassemble the equipment and was trying to figure out if there was a way to feed it false conversations to relay back to homebase. He’d gotten terribly close. Dean had been watching unhelpfully, throwing in smartass comments every now and again.

Dean reached for one of the hidden guns he had placed in various nooks and crannies, and Sam followed carefully. They had been suspecting some kind of surprise attack from either pissed off demons or nosey Europeans for quite some time now.

“Probably those British pricks.” Dean mumbled quietly to Sam.

They crept towards the war room, footsteps in-sync, and gradually made their way under the staircase leading out. After a brief moment of silence to collect himself, Dean sharply turned the corner he was pressed against and pointed his gun towards the figure near the door. As his vision focus, his grip faltered and his gun was being dropped to his side.

“Eileen?” he asked surprisedly, clicking the safety of the pistol on.

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iwentfororiginality  asked:

Hey B, how about some Friends With Benefits AU huh? <3

- I Love You Most  : Friends with benefits has always been enough for Louis. Until, of course, it isn’t. (11k)

- i’d never sing of love if it does not exist: Louis narrowed his eyes and walked over to Harry, smirking mischievously. His blue eyes had a certain gleam to it that made Harry’s insides feel a little funny. “Do you wanna do this?” he asked, after a while.“Do what?” Harry asked.“This…,” Louis said. “Use each other for sex…at all hours of the day and nothing else.”or No Strings Attached AU (20k)

- doesn’t have to be a real thing  : In which Harry helps Louis get over his ex and it kind of becomes a regular thing. It’s totally casual – they have an understanding. But what happens to Harry when Nick reappears in Louis’ life? (12k)

- coming up easy : Louis looks at him unimpressed. “Okay, I guess I haven’t made myself clear the seven other times. You’re nice, Harry but you’re just the person who sells me weed. That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.”Harry smiles easily, as if he was expecting this. “I can be more, though. I’ll make you tea on Sunday mornings, I’m pretty good in the kitchen and I’ve been told that I give phenomenal blowjobs.”Louis is really tempted to ask him if this is some sort of package deal special. Buy two grams of weed, get a cute boy and apparently everything he has to offer.au where harry is louis’ weed seller but he really doesn’t know what he’s doing and louis thinks he’s annoying but is really fond of him (8k)

- Into The Blue  : AU. In which Louis is Harry’s scuba instructor and quite happy to provide the requested special treatment, pun fully intended. It can’t be all that difficult to convince Harry that they’re on the same page, right? Also, Niall and Liam may or may not be dating, and Zayn is surrounded by emotionally stunted idiots. He bears it with dignity. (117k)

- You Are The Blood : A seventh-year Hogwarts AU in which Niall gets all the girls, Liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, Zayn falls in love, Harry wants something more, and Louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a Muggleborn, was sorted into Slytherin. (175k)

- you make it hard to leave : They’re very, very high, is the thing, so Louis almost doesn’t catch it himself when he says, “I’m really horny.”or that one terrible, horrible, no good, very bad friends-with-benefits trope with 7k of gross pining. you’ve been warned. (7k)

- nobody shines the way you do: “We might as well just date.”Harry froze in his arms, his body stilled as he slowly lifted his head up at Louis to give him the most confused expression he’d ever worn. Louis literally wanted to fuck him into the next century. “What?” Harry asked. “Are you–.”“No,” Louis said, shaking his head before Harry could go far with that idea and trap Louis into confessing his own feelings. “I mean…like I think I have a plan?”“A plan?” Harry said slowly. “A plan other than me going to Peter’s tomorrow and groveling for hours; maybe even days?”The thought of Harry doing that made Louis’s skin burn, but he schooled his expression well and nodded swiftly. “There will be no groveling. Well, there will be, but not on your end.”orLouis pretends to be Harry’s boyfriend to help him win back his douchebag ex-boyfriend, but things don’t go according to plan. (115k)

- truth be told, i never was yours  : College AU in which Harry is a virgin and Louis is definitely not in love with him. One night, this all changes. (6.5k)

- Relief Next To Me  : AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more. (333k)

- You and Me Got a Whole Lot of Chemistry : “Did your ass get bigger since last week?” Louis rolled his eyes. “Maybe. I didn’t hear you complaining about it.” “Didn’t hear you making any complaints, either,” Harry winked. — Or, the one where Louis and Harry are lab partners who learn that casual sex plus a kissing booth equals the start to a beautiful relationship.  (7k)

- let’s start over (let’s give love their wings) : “Hi.” Louis finally says. “You know how to walk, mate?”“Not really.” The boy laughs. He walks towards Louis slowly, like he’s concentrating on not stumbling again. Louis snorts and the boy lets out a giggle. Louis spots dimples and his fingers twitch with the sudden urge to poke. “My feet are too big and my legs are too long.”Louis can’t help himself. “Well, you know what they say about big feet.” [or, the Uni AU where Louis’ heartbroken and Harry just wants to help] (29k)

- I’m In Trouble Deep : Louis has been nothing but clear with Harry from day one.   “Don’t fall for me,” he said, eyes bright and dancing, fingers in Harry’s belt loops tugging him forward even as his words pushed him away.  “I’m not your happily ever after.” (33k)

- Sail away with me : (…) Louis and Harry are part of the entertainment team on board a luxury cruise liner. They hate sharing their four berth cabin with two other guys and would do anything to get a cabin of their own.One drunken night the solution was simple. They’d just get married… (47k)

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Mollcroft Friday: Mycroft Doesn't Flirt

Hello! Welcome to this vacation edition of Mollcroft Friday – today posted on Sunday from hot, hot, Rome!

Someone asked for Molly and Mycroft flirting in front of Sherlock and this is what happened.

Sadly my notes are at home as to who gave me this prompt. I promise I will tag them as soon as I can. And I’ll post on A03 when I am near a solid internet connection.

Enjoy!

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Setting: Thursday, just after lunch in late July. Sherlock and Mycroft arrived in Molly’s lab just under an hour ago.

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“That is a nice tie Mycroft. Is it new?” asked Molly innocently. 

“No. No it’s not.” Mycroft didn’t even look up from the file he was reading.

Molly shifted nervously and forced an uncomfortable smile. 

“Molly. Please open that specimen jar for me.” Sherlock didn’t look up from his favorite microscope as he motioned across the lab. 

“Um. Yea. Sure,” Molly answered as she moved to the shelf containing various containers.

Taking the requested jar off the shelf and putting her hand on the lid Molly tried (with a grunt) to open it. The lid didn’t budge. 

Her eyes flicked over to Mycroft and with a slightly pleading look issued a soft request, “Please?” as she held up the large jar. 

Feeling Molly’s gaze, Mycroft gave an audible sigh, put the file down, stood up and walked directly towards Molly. Taking the jar from her, he wrapped his large hand over the lid, gave a 
quick flick of his wrist and the lid gave way with a loud pop.  

“Thank you,” whispered Molly as she took the jar back from him. 

“Someone is flirting,” muttered sherlock under his breath with an evil smirk. 

“I am sure Miss Hooper is not. No one flirts with me,” replied Mycroft curtly.

Molly’s cheeks burned pink, her eyes on the floor. 

“Miss Hooper has no reason to flirt with me. She only has eyes for you Sherlock.” Mycroft didn’t take his eyes off Molly as he spoke. “Isn’t that right Molly?”

The question was met with a small shrug of Molly’s shoulders. 

Only due to many years of repressing his emotions was Mycroft able to hide his surprise. 

Mycroft pondered this curious situation for a few moments. 

“To what end are you doing this?  As I have highlighted I do not flirt,” he explained with an air of exasperation. 

“It’s just,” Molly slightly hesitated as she considered Mycroft’s reaction to her upcoming confession, “you have been coming to my lab once a week for the last five years. I thought it might be nice to meet each other somewhere else for a change. Maybe get a coffee sometime.“ 

"Should we enjoy the outting, then what?” Mycroft’s tone was bordering on bored. He was now standing in front of Molly with his arms crossed. 

“Ah … well … probably dinner,” a nervous smile appeared on Molly’s face. 

After a bit of contemplation Mycroft flicked up his left eyebrow questioningy and continued, “Following a successful dinner?”

“I would think the cinema or theatre would be next,” replied Molly confidently. 

“How do you feel about subtitles?” Mycroft had moved his hands to his hips and was looking down his nose at Molly. 

“I’m fine with them. But actually my French, Italian and Manderin are fluent enough that I don’t need them,” answered Molly proudly. 

Mycroft made what can only be likened to a purring noise. “Obviously a short holiday would follow to ensure we are physically compatible.”

“Obviously.” Molly blushed again. 

“Preference?” asked the British Government, his tone considerably softer. 

“Perhaps somewhere warm. I would buy a new swimsuit.”

“One piece or two?”

“Two,” replied Molly with a cheeky grin. 

“I will admit that is a very pleasent thought,” hummed Mycroft his mind elsewhere. 

“Aviators or wayfarers?” asked Molly. 

“Wayfarers,” replied Mycroft instantly. 

“Trunks or speedos?” This brazen question effortlessly tumbled from Molly’s lips. 

“Speedos.” Mycroft lent down and whispered in her ear, “Red.”

Molly’s breath caught in her throat as her body shivered. 

“Mummy will insist on you coming to Christmas dinner. Tedious as it is.” Mycroft sighed and rolled his eyes. 

“Boxing Day at my brothers,”  Molly gently added. 

“If we must.” A small smile crept across Mycroft’s face. 

The pair stood staring at each other for a moment. 

Turning towards his brother Mycroft spoke with authority. “Sherlock. Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Sherlock looked up from his experiment. “You could do a lot worse. At least Christmas will finally be bearable, especially when then the children arrive.”

“Children?!” squeaked Molly. 

“Two obviously,” came Mycroft’s quick response. 

Sherlock murmured absentmindedly once again focusing on the microscope slide. “Three. She will want a girl.”

“I beg your pardon. Three so you can have your girl.” Mycroft politely bowed to Molly. 

“Oh. Um. Thank you." 

"So it’s settled then,” Mycroft looked hopefully at Molly. She found herself unconsciously nodding. 

While gazing affectionatly at Molly, Mycroft casually pulled out his phone from his inside jacket pocket. 

“Anthea please book the Marleybone Registry Office for the soonest possible wedding. And clear my schedule two … no make that three weeks following for the honeymoon. No idea yet, but somewhere warm.” Mycroft returned his phone to his pocket. 

“Did we just get engaged?" The expression on Molly’s face was one of complete astonishment.

"Yes my dear we have,” announced Mycroft proudly. Taking her hand he raised it to his lips and gave it a lingering kiss.  "Now would be an excellent time to get that coffee you suggested earlier. It seems we have a number of things to discuss.“

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October 4th, 2017- IT (2017), Andy Muschietti

So first of all I’m a liar. We did not watch this last night we actually watched it the day after it came out and then we went home and watched IT (1990) and then we woke up the next day and talked about the two IT’s all day and then we went to go see IT (2017) again. I’m reviewing it now because we got distracted watching The Great British Bake Off last night and forgot to watch a horror movie.

“I really liked IT” would be the understatement of the year. I thought it was smart, brutal, joyful, all while being reverent of the original. It was a little heavy handed with the themes at times, and they took the floating concept to a weirdly literal conclusion, but overall I thought it was a more than worthy update.

Bill Skarsgard’s Pennywise has a heightened supernatural quality. It’s easy to see him as a malevolent creature; some old bit of evil arcana embodied. He’s a monster for sure, not a guy in a clown suit. This concept is brought home by clever attention to detail. His eye color changes when he goes in for the kill, his face opens into a toothy mess along the lines of his clown makeup, his general size seems to change from scene to scene. His presence is bigger than a creepy clown, which is great because I’m not a coulrophobe. Which is not to say Tim Curry’s Pennywise falls flat. That is a classic, incredibly creepy performance, but watching them back to back I do get more of a “ew it’s a creepy hobo in a clown costume” vibe from Curry compared to “oh hey it’s fear incarnate” from the update. Also one is a TV movie from the 90’s and one is an R-Rated movie from right now so that probably has something to do with it.

The cast is awesome. Definitely got the same nostalgic rush as I did from Stranger Things. Both are such great tributes to kid gang movies of the 80’s and 90’s. It’s the kind of material that makes you really excited about the way people are treating horror recently and the time and intention that is going into these movies/shows. It’s not a throwaway genre!

I also thought the fears were done really well. Each individual kid’s greatest fear says a lot about their character, upbringing and maturity level. Some of them are dealing with grief, some of them are being abused on a day to day basis and some of them are scared of a painting in their dad’s office (albeit a really creepy painting). There is a wide range of experiences and levels of fear, but all of their fear is real and dangerous. It feels high stakes, even though the solution is ultimately as simple as just stick together.

Another thing I really liked about the update was that they included the house on Neibolt Street, a great haunted house scene from the book. It was pretty much everything I want out of an iconic haunted house sandwiched into a coming of age monster movie. 

I feel like IT gave me a horror movie sampler with some real scares and great acting and writing. I will most likely go see IT another time in theaters because giving my money to Stephen King and everyone else involved feels good.

9 out of 10. This was really close to a perfect horror movie to me. LOVED IT. 

In My Head (Luke Hemmings) - Part 1 *

an au in which you can hear your soulmates thoughts, but not until you turn 18 – and that’s proving to be a huge problem for luke

Warnings: Mention of suicidal thoughts and self-harming

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The morning Luke woke up on his 18th birthday, he began hearing something in his head. It wasn’t his own thoughts like it had been for the past 18 years – the new voice sounded completely different than his own. Luke wasn’t surprised though; His parents explained to him not too long ago that this would happen – that he would wake up and suddenly hear another person’s – his soulmate – thoughts.

After turning 18, Luke would always send his soulmate good morning or goodnight thoughts in his head, never knowing if they were actually being received. He assumed they weren’t because he never heard anything back, but maybe – just maybe – his soulmate was ignoring him. He pushed that idea out of his mind though, having a little faith that his soulmate just hadn’t come of age yet. So he continued to just patiently wait for her.

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listen Code Name Kids Next Door was ahead of its time, It actually gave a shit about what kind of people live where, only one of the main characters is american white, the other two white characters where australian and british respectively and then there was an asian and a black character on the main team. the background characters were diverse and it was a good show about empowering kids and encouraging them to be together

Only Bad Boys Will Get Good Grades

Summary: “…Perhaps the most important thing on his list, which he had decided on the day he set foot into his English Language classroom, was making Mr. Lester’s life hell.”

Rating: PG - PG-13

Warnings: implied sex, some heavy kissing, minimal grinding, age gap

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: This is part one of a two part fic; the next part is basically going to be kinky pwp so if you like that stuff then stick around. I leave Dan’s age vague because I wanted to make him 18 but I don’t have a clue about the British school system so take that as you will. Thank you to my actual biological mom Sara (@memedanstan on twitter) for editing! Read on ao3

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Fic Rec List: Fashion World

So, in honor of a new In Vogue chapter from otpwhatever, I’ve decided to compile the fashion world fics I love best. EDIT: Had to add a couple that I forgot. Oops. Sorry.

In Vogue by otpwhatever - (WIP) Louis is the Editor in Chief of Vogue while Harry heads up British GQ. - This is a WIP, but my god it has all the feels and scorching hot smut. PLUS, fantastic actual fashion for your enjoyment.

Three French Hems by 100percentsassy & gloriaandrews - Louis is a designer for Burberry and Harry wears Lanvin. Fun on Twitter ensues. - I will read anything these two write. This is a lovely one-shot with Harry in ill-fitting clothes until Louis sets him on the right path.

Put It All On Me by loaded-gunn - Louis is a contestant on Britian’s Next Top Model and Harry is a photographer/former model/sometimes judge/sometimes mentor. - Again, will read everything she writes. 

These Constant Stars by stylinsoncity - Louis is a designer, and a Punk Rock Harry finds him after Louis has been mugged (and stabbed) in a New York City alley. - This fic proves that Louis is Harry’s baby regardless of circumstance. There’s something really lovely about the way Louis let’s Harry in after his accident.

Sew It Seams - by morethantonight & racylacyharry - Louis is CEO and designer while Harry is an intern with a model body (and classic Harry Styles charm). - This one is a new WIP and has started on the right track. 

Have Faith in Me by stylinsoncity - (WIP) Louis is Anne’s assistant. Anne is a fashion mogul. Harry would love to bake but models some. Obviously, sparks fly. - Great sexual tension here, AND Louis buys Harry pink, sparkle boots. 

Under the Lights Tonight by lilloury  Harry is a model and Louis is a make-up artist. They get together while they’re both still dreaming of the fashion life. - It’s lovely to watch these two become successful together. 

This Road Leads Where Your Heart Is by littlelostpieces - Harry is a model and Louis is his flatmate who thinks Harry isn’t his type, ha. - Don’t know why Louis would ever think Harry WASN’T his type. But it makes for a great story.

Fading by @tothemoonmydear - Louis is in design school and needs a model just Harry’s size. - Sometimes I forget this one is about fashion because of the angst, but otpwhatever is right, it shouldn’t be left off the list.

The Mind’s Eye - 4.24

We open on Geordi, chilling in a shuttle on his way to Risa (AKA the vacation planet where Picard met Vash and where Riker goes to bone down and accidentally bring back mind-control games):

La la la, time to avail myself of the presumably safe, legal and regulated sex workers on Risa

Geordi is enjoying some sort of frosty beverage, which I guess means the shuttle has a replicator? How does THAT work? Where does it store the uh…stuff? Well, we don’t have time to worry about that because THIS happens:

Fuckin’ ROMULANS, man


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Back To You

Title: Back To You(Part 1)
Pairing: ThomasxReaderxNewt
Warnings: Smut, cussing, underage drinking and other triggers will be in future chapters.
Anon requested
Summary: Y/N is a new girl at Glader high and she becomes fast friends with both Thomas and Newt, the two have been best friends since they can remember, but the new girl seems to be driving a wedge between them.


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I stood in the middle of the hallway, clutching my books to my chest and watching as the groups of teenagers swarmed around me to get to their next classroom before the bell rang. My mom dropped me off for my first day in this school, right smack in the middle of first and second period. 

Not only did I have no idea where to go, I didn’t know a single person! I sighed and rubbed my forehead slowly, I could already feel a migraine brewing as I tried to avoid the people around me and at least find my locker. 

When I finally did, I put the combination in and pulled it open to shove my stuff in it and grab the only things I’d need for my next class, if I even made it there. 

I slammed the door shut and groaned when the bell rang, two minutes and then I’d be late. 

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” I heard a voice next to me and turned around to face the blonde male that had his locker opened next to mine. 

“Is it that obvious?” I gave a small laugh, shoving my bag over my shoulder. 

“Just a bit. I’m Isaac.” He frowned and shook his head, giving me a smile as he held his hand out. He had a thick British accent, maybe he was an exchange student. “Call me Newt, please.” 

“Newt…” I smiled and shook his hand. “Alright, Newt then. I’m Y/N.” 

“Well, Y/N, what’s your next class?” He took his hand back and slid them both into the pocket of his hoodie.

I glanced down at my schedule and looked for period two. “Looks like I have Chemistry with Mr. Janson.”

Newt nodded and shut his locker. “That’s my next class.” He tilted his head towards the left. “I’ll show you the way. Maybe Tommy will actually show up for class today.” 

I raised a brow and followed after him. “Tommy?”

“A buddy of mine.” He grinned and looked over at me. “Don’t call him that though, he’ll kill me. His name is Thomas, but he rarely actually shows up for Chem class. He can’t stand Rat Man.”

I tried not to laugh, another question following. “You guys have some interesting nicknames. Who is Rat Man?”

A bright grin practically covered Newt’s face and I had to finally admit to myself, he was very handsome. “Well our wonderful teacher, of course.”

I couldn’t hold back my giggle after that and the noise seemed to make Newt smile even more. We continued to walk towards the class and the late bell finally went off just before we walked in. “Hm…” Newt chuckled and glanced over at me. “You know, I’m never late for class.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I said, my face showing just how serious I was as I glanced up at him. 

“Oh you should be, you’re already proving to be a distraction.” He smirked and put his hand on my back, walking me into the classroom and straight to the front of the desks. 

“Isaac, I’m surprised.” The teacher said, standing from his desk. “Care to explain why you’re late?”

“Mr. Janson, I think you should thank me.” He laughed and patted me on the back. “I found this new greenie wondering around and decided to take time out of my busy schedule to help her get to class.” 

I blushed brightly and tried to step behind the tall Brit, but he only moved from my side and sat down in the back next to a brunette boy who high fived him and I could only assume it was ‘Tommy’. The blonde winked at me and nodded to the empty seat in front of him. “Well thank you, Isaac.” Mr. Janson said sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he made his way over to me. “So, what is your name?” He asked taking my student slip. 

“Y/N…” I answered, quietly. 

“Well, Y/N…Choose your friends carefully and don’t make a habit of coming here late often.” Janson said, looking pointedly at Thomas and Newt before ushering me to sit down.

I sat down in front of Newt and tried to hide my blushing face as a handful of students turned to look at me. When class finally started, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned slowly to look at the boy. 

“You’re crazier then your name implies.” I whispered, getting a grin from him and a hidden laugh from his friend. 

“I like her, Newt.”

Newt smirked and nodded, pointing up at Janson who was glaring over at us from the top of his Chemistry book. “I do too, Tommy. She’ll have to join us for lunch. What do you say, love?”

“I suppose I can take time out of my busy schedule.”

anonymous asked:

How would Bucky react at like dinners with foreign diplomats? Like if he actually met the queen. I know you did the before hand, but I want to see the actual meeting.

“…I wouldn’t say purple’s her colour.”

“I didn’t even notice the purple, I’m afraid I was quite blinded by the ring. Terribly gauche.”

“At least she’s getting something out of the deal. Her husband’s so boring I nearly cried last time I had to sit next to him.”

“Dear boy, just feel relieved that Mr Bush was before your time. The most terminally dull man I have ever had the dubious pleasure of meeting. And he was as thick as two short planks.”

Steve is trying to concentrate on his pleasant chit-chat with the British ambassador, but it’s a struggle when he can hear Bucky and Her Majesty The Queen having a wonderful time to his left. They’ve been roasting everyone at the State dinner since they sat down, stilted comments about the lovely evening quickly devolving into the shadiest rundown of flaws he’s ever heard. And that’s before they started gossiping. 

He should have known. 

“You must visit Balmoral. I take it you like dogs?”

“Ma’am, I’ve never met a puppy I didn’t love. I can teach ‘em to play dead real easy.”

Steve resists the urge to put his head in his hands when Bucky catches his eye across the table and grins. It looks like this is shaping up to be a very special relationship. 

Episode 4.1 [Thatcher]

So, here are my thoughts on the trailer. I tried to match the scenes with the episodes (based on what I took away from setlock). 

LADY SMALLWOOD: We brought you back to deal with this. What are you doing to do?

[later?] You say, you know what he’s going to do next.

The most probable explanation is, that she’s talking to Sherlock here. And she’s wearing almost the same costume as at the end of HLV. So maybe that’s a very early scene in ep. 4.1.

SHERLOCK: Keep me informed.

MYCROFT: Of what?

SHERLOCK: absolutely no idea.

This scene could be placed in every episode. But it reminds me so much of the opening of HLV, that for me it seems most likely to be part of ep. 4.1.

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burning in the fire of a thousand smiles :: ii

by popular demand, I am continuing the Modern British Royalty au I posted last night (here). if interest keeps up, I will make it an actual multi-chapter. So enjoy the fact of me not being evil. Ahem.

For the next several weeks, as coachloads of schoolchildren tromped through the public rooms of Buckingham and inevitably left behind quid coins, Oyster cards, takeaway wrappers, homework assignments, keychains (and in one dismal incident, chewed gum stuck to the underside of a two-hundred-year-old antique endtable) to the horror and overwork of the Palace caretakers, Emma thought carefully about the fact that she really should try to find a job. She had graduated from St. Andrews with a solid 1:2 degree in English last spring, and as her mother was in good health and could easily be around another thirty or forty years, that meant she had a whole lifetime to fill before she ascended to the role that all of this was preparing her for. In the past, heirs in waiting had led the leisurely lives of spoiled aristocrats, but Britain had gone sour on that idea quite a while ago, what with the future Edward VII drinking, carousing, constructing special sex chairs as not to crush his numberless paramours with his portly princely physique, and other such escapades that had contributed to Queen Victoria’s perpetual state of Non-Amusement with her eldest son. Modern royals were expected to go to college and do something at least resembling a career, not just smashing wine bottles on ocean liners, visiting ill children in hospital, and riding down the Mall in fancy carriages, escorted by men in tall furry hats. They were to have charitable causes, public involvement, productive investment, and to do enough to keep down the constant low-level mumbling that the royal family was an absurdly outdated cabal of useless wankers living it up on the UK taxpayers’ dime. It was, to say the least, a delicate balance.

Moreover, now that Emma’s status as heiress to the throne was confirmed, it would soon be time for her to conduct her first solo overseas tour; she was expected to have visited, if perhaps not all fifty-three countries of the full Commonwealth, at least the sixteen of which she would be ruling monarch by the time she became queen. She had been to several of them as a child with her parents, but those probably didn’t count. They had suggested she start this autumn, in fact, but there hadn’t been time to pull together a state visit on short notice, and besides, nobody wanted to go to Canada in winter, not even Canadians. So it would be next spring and summer, which further illustrated the complications faced by a young royal trying to have a career; most regular jobs wouldn’t let you just take off for several months to jaunt around the world. Nor were you going to stick the future head of state of close to a third of the earth’s population behind a coffee counter. Security and logistical concerns had to be factored in. There were plenty of online crazies obsessed with the beautiful blonde princess. If one of those showed up, at the very least Liam had to be there to punch them in the nose and rugby-tackle them to the ground.

Overall, Emma’s options were slim. She supposed she could try to catch on at a London publishing house, but she was also aware that most entry-level positions in publishing were drudge work, and if she did have a certain freedom to select her occupation, it seemed a bit pointless not to take advantage of it. Interning on a movie set? Maybe in the short term, but not for a career. Then what –

And then, almost blindingly simply, she had it.

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Coming next week…

Downton Academy: A Prequel

Precursor to my modern AU, Downton Academy, Take Two: It Takes Two, in which Charles Carson is headmaster and Elsie Hughes is headmistress of Downton Academy, a traditional, British-style, boarding and day school in current-day Chicago, Illinois, founded and owned by international business mogul Robert Crawley. This prequel will focus on Charles and Elsie’s backgrounds and the story of how they came to be at Downton. The main story, Downton Academy, Take Two: It Takes Two, with a Christmas theme, will debut in December. I started writing the actual story first, about a year ago. In the process of trying to build an ironclad, airtight backstory so that I wouldn’t write myself into a corner, I came up with little scenes here and there to explain things. I figured I might as well share those with you, too. It will prevent the need for too many flashbacks in the actual story. I hope you’ll enjoy my version of our beloved Chelsie, who live a century later than their canon counterparts.

Coming this Christmas to a fanfic site near you:

* pictures are of Warwick School in Warwick, UK.  I just googled “traditional school building,” and viola!  This is exactly how I imagine it.