and the questions just keep rolling in

anonymous asked:



All these liberal outlets desperately trying to turn Clinton into some kind of benevolent savior who does no wrong. It’s like, dude, stop it. Stop it right now. We were on a roll with this whole “let’s question the foundations of this corrupt capitalist electoral system” thing, but the liberals keep undoing the progress. Sure, vote for her to prevent Trump from getting his misogynistic fascist ass into the seat of head imperialist, but stop kissing ass and stop reconciling all the anger people feel towards the system. Once Hillary gets into the White House we’re gonna see just as much neoliberalism and just as much imperialism as per usual – that means we should stop listening to a bunch of liberal elites pontificating to us about how accommodating and progressive the system is, and start organizing from the bottom-up to overhaul this capitalist bullshit.

                   AGE OF ULTRON SENTENCE MEME


“I adore you.”

“I just pay for everything and design everything, make everyone look cooler.”

“You didn’t see that coming?”

“Is that the best you can do?”

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“I’ve got no strings to hold me down.”

“Keep up old man!”

“I suppose we’re both disappointments.”

“You get hurt, hurt ‘em back. You get killed… walk it off.”

“No matter who wins or loses, trouble always comes around.”

“As the world’s expert on waiting too long, don’t. You two are great together.”

“Really? That’s it? You just roll over and show your belly, every time somebody snarls?”

“I am always picking up after you boys.”

“Nothing lasts forever.”

“That’s not a question I need answered.”

“I’m sick of watching people pay for our mistakes.”

“You are all puppets tangled in strings.”

“I’m going to tear you apart; from the inside.”

“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“A guy did me wrong.”

“We have no place in the world.”

“This is going to be like finding a needle in the world’s biggest haystack… fortunately, I brought a magnet!”

“I got no plans tomorrow night.”

“It just slipped out.”

“I can show you what you truly fear.”

“Yeah, we don’t have time for a city hall debate.”

“And for gosh sake; watch your language!”

please insert this somewhere into ootp for me

“So, Sirius and Professor Lupin,” said Ron, conversationally, “they seem pretty close. Must be nice, being reunited with one of your best mates like that.”

Harry and Hermione exchanged a look. Ron’s expression grew puzzled.

“What? What is it this time?”

Hermione rolled her eyes, in her very familiar way, and said, “They’re married, Ronald.”

“They’re what?” Ron gawped, looking between Hermione and Harry like they’d been keeping some great secret from him. “Did you know that, Harry?”

“Yeah,” Harry nodded at him slowly, clearly taken aback by his ignorance, “it’s been months, Ron. I thought it was obvious.”

First Ron’s gaze, then all three, shifted to the room across the hall, where the men in question stood together just inside the doorway. The pair stood very close, heads bowed as they murmured to each other so that their foreheads almost touched. As they spoke Remus unfolded his arms and laid a hand tenderly on Sirius’ forearm, his thumb dipping under the cuff of his rolled-up sleeve. A brief glint of light bounced off the modest gold band which adorned his fourth finger, comfortably, like it belonged there. And there was something in the way they looked at each other; a kind of intensity, almost a fierceness, that was always present when they looked at each other, but never at anyone else.

Suddenly, Remus’ speech cut off mid sentence, and as if he sensed the three pair of eyes now intruding on his conversation he looked up. For just a moment he seemed to colour slightly, before he sent the door closed with a quick wave of his hand.

“Blimey,” said Ron, who had the decency to look somewhat shamefaced, at least.

Harry leant over and nudged him in the ribs.

“I hope you can learn the difference between best mates and married,” he told him, with as much severity as he could muster while trying not to laugh. “Or we might have a bit of a problem here.”

In the room across the hall, with the sound of laughter on the other side of the door, Sirius and Remus quietly kissed one another goodnight.


Imagine being Oliver’s sibling and dating Ray Palmer.

“So what’s one of the Queen kids doing working at an electronics store?”

You arched a brow at Ray, eyes dancing with amusement, “You know my boss hates it when you visit me at work,” you teased, leaning over the counter to press a quick kiss to your boyfriend’s lips. “He’s really against flirting with the customers.”

“What if the customer is flirting back?”

You pretended to consider the question, “I’ll have to check with management, sir.”

Ray smirked, “I thought the customer was always right.”

“You could always lodge a formal complaint.”

“Or I could just wait for you to get off,” Ray teased, “Which is when?”

You rolled your eyes, unable to keep the smile off of your face, “I get off work in an hour. Now get lost before my boss sees you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Gif Credit: Ray

i let the night swallow me whole
fuck the thoughts & mind parasites
i’m flooring the pedal to the floor
on the I-95 a random night high-
way with a cigarette pack full to
the brim with tightly-rolled joints
of sour diesels.  the question is

what am i chasing?  or what am
i running from?  i can’t say and
if you knew the reason i can’t
say you wouldn’t understand
so i’d rather not say

but no matter how fast i go
the past latches onto my soul
i feel the tires hit the concrete
of the border, oh that sweet spot
when i’m no longer drowning
no longer under water
it’s pitch black dark
and i just keep on driving
all i see is a sign pointing to [redacted]

where it all began.

[to be continued…]

Little Talks (Ponyboy Curtis Imagine)

“Ponyboy,” you spoke, trying to grasp the attention of the boy beside you. His nose was still deep in a book, but he raised his eyebrows slightly while turning his head in your direction as if to say ‘yeah I’m listening’. “Don’t make any assumptions but,” you started, sitting up from where you were laying on the couch so that you faced Pony, “Do you want kids Ponyboy?” Pony nodded along as you spoke but froze slightly as the question left your lips, his gaze quickly snapping to you and then looking down at your belly. His eyes raised to meet with your rolling one as you reached up and slapped him lightly on the arm. “I told you don’t make any assumptions, I’m not pregnant. I was just wondering,” you reasoned as Ponyboy’s expression relaxed in relief before he placed the book on the couch arm, making sure to keep his place as he grabbed your hand.

“I mean I never thought about it too much. I think so, having a little mini version of you running around wouldn’t be terrible,” Ponyboy joked as he fiddled with your fingers, smiling down at you as you chuckled.

“Well in retrospect, I honestly have no idea if I could deal with a mini you,” you laughed, watching as Pony’s mouth turned up in a grin as he scoffed.

“Oh really now?” he asked, his voice light and playful as he sat up straighter, holding onto your hand as you sat up as well.

“I mean I can barely get your nose out of a book now, and it wouldn’t be appropriate if I tried to get my son’s attention the same way I have to get yours,” you couldn’t help the smirk that came over your mouth as Ponyboy’s mouth went agape and his cheeks flushed.

“Oh you’re gonna get it!” Pony laughed as he pounced on you, his hands finding your sides as he began to tickle you. You laughed uncontrollably, thrashing your head from side to side as you screamed and begged for Pony to get off of you, all the while the house was full of laughter and giggles as Pony watched you. His eyes never strayed from your face, you looked so beautiful while laughing, so golden. Something he could never imagine getting his hands on, let alone being allowed to have and hold and love the way he had for the past year.

“Uncle! Uncle Ponyboy, Uncle!” you screamed, trying to push your hands against Pony’s hard chest. Pony waited a few seconds, continuing to tickle you before he sat back on his knees and smiled down at you with a shit-eating grin. “Remind me to get payback for that,” you panted out as you sat up and faced your smug looking boyfriend.

“You can try but doll, we all know you can never do anything to me,” Ponyboy said, leaning down to press a kiss against your lips. You wished he was wrong, but he as usual was right. When you were with Pony, you were like putty in his hands. You couldn’t say no to him, you were in deep, a terrible case of young love. With his adorable little dimple and a confident smile, Ponyboy could have you wrapped around his finger. You smiled into the kiss as you reached up to loosely wrap your arms around his neck, his hands in the next second taking their place on the middle of your back as you embraced each other.

“What would you name them Pony?” you asked, slightly breathless as you pulled away from the passionate kiss, “If we were to ever have kids, what would you name them?” Ponyboy stared at you for a moment, his greenish gray eyes peering into yours with a soft and warm gaze.

“I’m not sure. I feel like I’m gonna wanna name one of the boys Johnny, maybe Johnny Dallas. Or if we had two boys have one named Johnny and one named Dallas. For the girl names, I got nothing,” Ponyboy confessed, licking his lips as he talked. You smiled at him softly as you tighten your grip on his neck, pulling yourself closer.

“That sounds real nice Ponyboy. Real nice, I would love to have a little boy named Johnny,” you whispered as Ponyboy’s nose brushed against yours. Pony returned your smile with his own radiant smile as his hands dropped to the small of your back and he re-positioned the two of you. When he was done shuffling, he was sitting normally on the couch with you straddling his waist, your foreheads pressed together. “And for a little girl, I like the name Bella or Elodie for a girl,” you continued, “but know what sounds better than anything?”

“What?” Pony asked, his breath fanning across your face. Thank goodness he had brushed his teeth, because of it you were overwhelmed with a minty smell along with the mix of his cologne that you had been breathing in for a while.

“Before any babies, before a Johnny Curtis, we have to get married. Listen to this, (Y/N) Curtis. It’s got a nice ring to it huh?” you smiled, a slight blush on your face as you felt Pony’s hands roaming over your butt. Pony couldn’t help the huge grin that made it’s way onto his face as he looked up at you.

“It’s got a great ring to it. Sounds like it was meant to be,” Pony replied, his voice sounding so cheery and happy as he pulled you down to press his lips against your in a chaste kiss. As you pulled back from the kiss your hands made their way into Ponyboy’s soft locks, winding your fingers gently in the hair. “I love you,” Ponyboy whispered, gazing into your eyes.

“I love you so much Pony,” you whispered back, leaning down to press your lips back against Ponyboy’s lips in a not as innocent kiss, Pony’s hands moving back to your bum as his hands start to grope at you. Before anything can go further, the door slams open and the sound of boys laughter and chatter start to fill the house. You quickly pull away from Pony’s embrace and throw yourself on the couch beside the brunette.

“MY GOD WE JUST COCK BLOCKED PONY!” Two-Bit yells as his wide eyes stay glued to the two of you. Pony rolls his eyes and laughs along with them while you feel your cheeks flush and cuddle up to Pony’s side as the rest of the boys start hollering as well.

“You go Pony!”

“Sorry about that Pone!”

“I can’t believe he actually was about to get some.”

“He’s the youngest and he’s getting more than me!”


“Seriously. Guys! Stop! Come on, leave her alone guys can’t you see she’s embarrassed enough!” Ponyboy yells out over the chatter and other laughter as he tucks you under his arm and pulls you closer to him. Your cheeks only get redder at the comment which gives the guys more fuel sadly. After a few minutes of enduring the torture Ponyboy stands up and picks you up in his arms, carrying you down the hallway to his room, all the while the two of you trying to ignore the comments everyone keeps making.

“It’s a good thing I love you,” you mutter as your arms tighten securely around Ponyboy’s neck. You look up to see the huge smirk on his face as he opens the door to his room.

“Gotta be the best thing that ever happened to me.”

- C

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

“Are we gonna have cake today?”

It was just the next in an already long list of excitable questions from the toddler who had been helping her prepare for the Christmas dinner they were hosting in their home later that evening. And by helping, she meant kneeling on the bar stool with her elbows on the counter and chin in her hands while she watched Michonne knead the dough for the rolls, all of which was just fine with Michonne if it meant keeping her little red velvet dress free from little floured handprints.

“We might,” Michonne said hopefully for her benefit as she dusted a little more flour over the dough. “Aunt Carol is bringing dessert, so I’m sure it will be something good.”

“And we’ll sing the song?”

Michonne glanced up at her, unsure of what the song was, but whatever it was, it didn’t seem out of the realm of possibility for the evening.

“We can sing some carols,” she allowed, a little smirk forming on her lips as she heard the back door open. “In fact, I’m sure your dad and brother would love to.”

“Love to what?” Rick asked as he rounded the corner with an armful off freshly chopped firewood.

“Sing Christmas carols,” she teased as he passed by on his way over to their fireplace.

“Oh,” he said in monotone as he just kept on walking.

She wasn’t wild about the idea of singing in front of others, even if they were her nearest and dearest, and she knew Rick would be even less so. It’s not that he was a Grinch, it just simply wasn’t him. But he showed his Christmas spirit in other ways like red and black check flannel shirt he’d dug out of his closet for the occasion. The only other time she’d seen that shirt was last Christmas, so she figured it was now his own little tradition, and it was as cute as could be.

“You know, I heard Daryl sayin’ how much he was lookin’ forward to that,” Rick deflected as he rejoined his girls in the kitchen, stopping at his daughter’s side and leaning down to get down to her level. “You should go find him out back. See if he wants to practice.”


Her chubby cheeks and naturally pouty lips contorted as she stared long and hard at her father, and he playfully mirrored her face with his own squinty eyes and pouty face, leaning in so close that their noses were touching. She was only four years old, but even she knew that the man of few words who dressed in all black and sulked around their house from time to time would probably not be interested in singing with her. Her father placed a kiss on her nose and she pulled away, then hopped off the stool, off to find her Uncle Daryl.

“She is so on to you,” Michonne said once she was out of earshot.

“It was only a matter of time with your influence,” he said as he stood and began to walk around the kitchen island over to her side.

“That’s my girl,” Michonne shrugged.

“It shows.”

As he disappeared behind her, her hands slowed and a grin started to form on her lips in anticipation of what was coming, and he didn’t disappoint. His chest pressed against her back, arms slid around her waist, and his full, mostly white bearded chin pressed against her temple. The soft flannel of his shirt and heat radiating from his body only served to make his embrace that much warmer. She leaned her head back against his chest, breathing in the scent of soap still lingering on his skin and the freshly cut wood smell on his shirt, then tilted her chin up to meet his lips with hers.

“I love this shirt on you,” she murmured into his lips in the brief pause between the end of her kiss and the start of the next one he leaned in for.

She loved all of his shirts, though; the white t’s, the denim button downs, the occasional linen shirt, and even the old pearls snaps from the prison days.

“I’m gonna remind you of that tonight after everybody leaves…”

“Tonight?” she asked as she turned in the space between the counter and his body and placed her arms over his shoulders and crossed her wrists behind his head, careful not to touch his back with her flour-covered hands. “They don’t need us. Judith and Carl can run the show if we want to slip away for a bit…”

He tilted his head, pleasantly surprised by her proposition, and hooked his hands over her outstretched arms that bridged the gap between them.

“That sounds like somethin’ I would say,” he whispered as he leaned in to capture her lips with his and see just how game she was.

But the back door flung open, slamming against the wall, and the thud of small, but mighty steps barreling down the hall followed.


“Yes?” Rick called out through gritted teeth, frustrated with the interruption, as he pulled away from Michonne immediately stepped to her side so as not to get caught in the almost-act.

“I saw Mommy,” she started with breathless excitement as she reappeared in the kitchen.

“Saw Mommy what?” Michonne asked curiously as she watched the little girl climb back on the stool.

“Kissing Santa Claus.”

“What?” Rick asked.

“Daryl said you wanna sing that song.”

Michonne bit down on her lip, trying to stifle a grin as she looked up at the love of her life with his greyed out beard and red shirt, frowning at Daryl’s selection once he put it all together.

“You know Jingle Bells and Rudolph, right sweetheart?”

She nodded vigorously at her father.

“Perfect,” he said of the two most cloying, upbeat Christmas songs he could think of. “Then let Daryl know that’s what we’ll be singing, and don’t you leave his side until he knows every single word, OK?”

She narrowed her eyes at her father, again getting the sneaking suspicion she was the pawn in some sort of game going on between the adults even if she couldn’t quite figure out what that was. She looked over to her mother for reassurance who just nodded, agreeing with her father.

“OK…” she sighed as she climbed off the stool and started for the back door again.

“I feel like I need to go shave and change my shirt,” he mumbled, now feeling self-conscious about the comparison.

“Don’t you dare,” she warned as she grabbed a handful of his shirt in her hand and pulled him closer to recapture his lips with hers. “Later,” she whispered.

“Later, Mrs. Claus,” he agreed before snagging just one more kiss to tide him over until then.

(written by @birdnmouse)

I kinda hope every season of riverdale is different 

kinda like how the comics do crazy story arcs and cross overs?

so like season 1 we have this murder mystery 

but like in season 2 maybe we’ll have like…*rolls dice* vampire hunting, who knows.

just each season having this wild story arc and that at the start of the next season no one questions it, they just move on like it didn’t happen. Like a comic

Take Me Back - Jack Maynard



My eyes lazily opened as I heard the familiar sound of my phone going off. I rolled over and picked up my phone seeing who was calling it Conor. Why was he calling me? I slide my finger to answer and placed it on my ear. “Hello?” I asked in more of a question.

“Y/n, I was wondering if you could possible film a cover with me??” Conor asked. I sighed. “I don’t know Conor.” I said rubbing my eye. “I’ll make sure Jack won’t leave his room. Which won’t be hard.” He mumbled the last part. “What was that?” I asked confused. “Nothing, I’ll just make sure to keep him in his room.” He responded.

I let out another sigh as I turned to lay on my back. “At what time?” I asked. “Maybe in like an hour or two?” He questioned. “Yeah I guess I’ll come over then.” I simply responded. “He does miss you.” Conor brought up. “Conor.” I warned.

“It’s just. You’ll see when your get here.” He commented before hanging up. I sighed as I saw my lock screen and turned off my phone. I got up from my bed and went into my bathroom and brushed my h/l h/c hair and threw it up into a messy bun. I walked out of my bathroom and went into my closet and grabbed a red flannel and ripped skinny jeans along with a black graphic shirt. I quickly changed and walked into my kitchen.

I fixed up some breakfast real quick and ate. After checking the time on my phone I got up and grabbed the keys to my car and started to head for the front door to my apartment/ flat, locking the door after I closed the door.

I headed down the hallway to the elevator and hoped on hitting the garage button. The trip was quiet in till entering my car. I turned on my Pandora. Well driving to the guys apartment I sung along to one of my favorite songs that was playing which was f/s.

Once coming upon the apartment complex I parked on the side of the road and got out of the car heading into the building after hitting in the code that they gave me. I headed up the stairs and to the guys flat walking in since they didn’t lock their door.

I headed into the lounge and found the guys there sitting all on chairs. And then there was Jack. He was laying on the couch looking like absolute shit. With a red tear stained face. It hurt me to see him like this. But I didn’t understand why he was feeling this way. He was the one who broke up with me.

“Hey Y/n.” Josh said. Jack looked up as he heard my name. He looked over at me and his eyes sparked with hope. “You ready to go film?” Conor then asked standing up. “Yeah.” I said looking at Conor. He got up and came over. I followed behind him as he lead me up the stairs and into his room where he filmed. 

He closed the door and explained what song we were going to sing. It took us maybe about half an hour to an hour to film because of either one of us messing up and having to put it together. But after that I was about to leave in till Conor spoke to me again.

“Just talk to him. I know you miss him just as much as he misses you.” I looked at him for a while and nodded. I left his room and placed a piece of fallen hair behind me ear and walked down the stairs and in the lounge where Jack was but left. I sighed and went to check him room. When walking in I found him in his bed.

I carefully and quietly took off my shoes and placed my stuff down on them and placed my phone on his bed side table before sneaking into the bed with him wrapping my arms around his body. “I miss you.” I whispered. I felt him turn over and looked at me.

Slowly tears falling out of his eyes. It just made me want to cry. “Y/n.” He whispered. I felt myself slowly starting to cry. “I need you.” He cried out pulling me closer to his body. I laid my head on his chest as tears started to fall faster from before. “I need you back, I can’t function without you.” He whispered shaking a bit. I pulled back and looked at him with a small smile.

“I love you.” He said starring in my e/c. I knew Jack never said I love you to any other past girlfriend. And I knew he wouldn’t say it unless he meant it. I smiled at him and kissed his lips. “I love you too Jack.” I replied crying happy tears now.

“Can I please have you back as my one and only girl?” He asked scared I would say no. I smiled and nodded my head. “That’s all I wanted.” I whispered kissing him once again.


For @moose-on-the-l00se…reader is in the military as requested, enjoy!

“Question,” Tony groaned as he dropped his pack.
“Here we go,” McGee muttered, making Ziva smirk.
“Do all illegal blood banks keep a log coded with Star Wars references?”
Ziva arched a brow. “I thought you enjoyed movies.”
“I do,” he replied quickly, “It’s just…you need variety. Why stick to just one? And why make them so obscure…”
“They’re fans, DiNozzo,” Gibbs stated while strolling into the squad room, “It’s in their DNA.”

Tony chuckled while looking over to McGee. The man just rolled his eyes. Gibbs smirked, but for a different reason. Ziva had just finished packing up for the day, ready to go home. McGee was nearly done as well.

“Good night everyone,” Ziva called out.
“Mind holding the door for me?” Tim asked, zipping up a pocket.
She smiled. “Sure.”

The pair left together as Tony remained seated at his desk. He was staring at his monitor’s picture of him and Y/N, his girlfriend. She had been deployed for the last sixth months. Maybe he’d call her tonight; see how she’s doing. Gibbs looked over at him. He let out a sigh.

“Go home, DiNozzo,” he instructed, “Get some sleep.”
“I…I will, boss,” he replied half-heartedly.
Gibbs stared at him for a moment. “Then go.”

He shot his gaze up to see a smiling boss. He knit his brows in confusion. After a moment, Tony packed up his stuff. He gave a small smile to Gibbs and a half wave.

“Tell Y/N I say hello,” he told Tony.
The man chuckled. “If she answers, I will.”
Gibbs smirked. “She’ll answer.”
Tony eyed the man for a moment. “Thanks boss.”

Keep reading

EXO’s reaction to you failing at using Chopsticks

Baekhyun: *laughs his ass off while smiling at you thinking how cute you are*

Baekhyun: “here look you put your thumb here and your index finger on the left”

You: *try to pick up the noodles but fail miserably*

Baekhyun: *gives up and uses the opportunity to feed you and give you dirty looks*

Chanyeol: *you try to pick up the sushi roll but it slips out of your sticks and falls in between Chanyeol’s thighs*

Chanyeol: *doesn’t know if to laugh or cry, ends up laughing like crazy while running to get you a fork*

Chen: *experiences severe second hand embarrassment*

Chen: “here, you obviously don’t know how to use these” *thinks about showing you but then just ends up trolling you*

D.O: *watches you struggling and feels bad for you*

D.O: “are you handling it Y/N or do you need help?”

You: “no I’m fine, really

D.O: *questions you, keeps eating while watching you mess up and waits for you to ask for his help*

Luhan:  *doesn’t stop laughing for two hours literally can’t even breathe* “look at your stupid ass”

You: “Luhan I swear to god stop laughing or in 5 seconds this stick will be somewhere else that’s not my hand”

Luhan: *starts feeling a bit bad* “ok ok I’m sorry let me show you how it’s done” *tries really hard to hold his laugh*

Kris: *is seriously questioning his life choices*

Kris: “were you born this stupid or…..?”

You: “just shut up and help me”

Kris: *is so embarrassed to be teaching you this in the middle of the most prestigious restaurant in Seoul*

Suho: “you’re so cute!! Don’t worry I’ll teach you I know it must be hard at the beginning but you’ll be the best at it I guarantee you”

Suho: *shows you exactly how it’s done until you get it, even if he has to spend the whole night teaching you*

You: *pick up that beef with no problem*

Suho: *is literally the most proud boyfriend in the world*

Sehun: “why am I dating you”

You:“I swear to god you peasant I’m gonna stop doing that thing you like if you’re not gonna help me now”

Sehun: “that’s not what you said last night” *keeps eating all the food with chopsticks just to tease you*

Lay: *smiles so hard at your aegyo that his heart hurts*

Lay:“here let me show you” *shows you perfectly how it’s done and feeds you to make sure you don’t stay hungry in between*

Tao:  “really? Again? I thought I taught you last time it’s not that hard Y/N”

You: “you eat beef with freaking wooden sticks it’s not that easy either”

Tao: *is so done with your shit* “I’m not getting the fork this time.”

Xiumin: *you’re eating hot baozi and it slips from your sticks and falls exactly on Xiumin’s crotch*

Xiumin: “great now my dick is on fire, thank you”


Xiumin: “DOES IT LOOK LIKE I’M OK?!?!?!”  “You’re gonna have to make it up to me tonight” / dirty Xiumin is dirty/

Kai: *laughs at you for like 10 minutes while thinking how adorable you are* 

Kai: “look Y/N I know it’s Asia but we paid for this food so you can eat it however you’d like to” *smiles the most adorable Jongin smile at you while he also starts eating with his hands*

im irritated bc i had to take the mbti again for class and?? i got basically the same except the E turned into and I am honestly so upset i don’t want to do this assignment.

anonymous asked:

Same headless danny anon, just thought of something Danny is pretty lax with his severed head and whilst he keeps it on as Fenton, Phantom has this really bad habit OF LOOSING THE GOSH DARN THING. Like he's used to just loosing his head mid battle and just battling the baddy headless. The heroes have to deal with just finding a head under a chair or rolling down the hallway looking for his body.



Okay where were we? You looked at the phone and Hobi seemed completely disinterested.  

I think we are done with questions completely. Hobi shrugged and you smacked his arm before looking back at your phone. Skimming the questions, you perked up.

Who wears the pants in the relationship? You looked at Hobi and he scrunched his eyebrows in thought.

Me. He said defiantly and you scoffed.

No way! I totally wear the pants! You retorted, but Hobi lifted his leg to reveal his sweatpants. You laughed loudly at his silent response and rolled your eyes.

Next question, let me see your phone! Hobi screamed as you tried to keep the phone away from him. Ah! Let me see! He continued to try and get the phone away.

Don’t you have the email on your phone? You asked, but he sat back.

My phone is over there. He pointed to the bedside table that was just out of arms reach.

Oh, Jesus, just scoot over to get it! You told him, but he shook his head.

Nah, too much work. You rolled your eyes and looked for another question.

Who is your bias? I’m guessing that just for me to answer. Easy, Jin. You said and laughed when you looked up to see a shocked expression on Hobi’s face.

I am completely appalled, my own wife doesn’t bias me. Hobi feigned a shocked expression.

Well Jin was very sweet on the day of our wedding and he also has been very kind when he texts me. You replied and Hobi gave you a confused look.

He has your number? … I don’t know how I feel about that. Hobi mumbled more to himself as you rolled your eyes.

Next question! How long have we dated? You asked Hobi and he looked away for a moment.

Ah, we are going to have to lie. Maybe a year? He replied with a bit of uncertainty.

That seems like a short amount of time to date before marriage. You said, but the expression you were met with was something utterly laughable.

Oh, yea and our true situation is much better? Hobi questioned as you grinned. You didn’t think these questions would be as much fun to answer, but once the two of you got over the awkwardness of the situation, it was a lot more entertaining to talk.

Hmm, here’s another one we have to make up. What was your first date like? You mumbled into the phone screen, but Hobi shook his head.

It doesn’t have to be a lie. Grab your coat. He crawled out of bed as you looked up in confusion.

What the hell are you doing? You yelled to him as he left the room, tripping on his own shoes.

We are going on our first date! He popped his head back into the bedroom and you looked at your watch.

It’s almost midnight! You giggled as he threw you your coat.

Well, I think it will make for the perfect story then! He replied as he threw a mask over his bare face and a beanie on. You put on your coat and slipped on a beat up pair of Converse. The two of you looked like a high class disheveled duo. Both completely bare faced, your air dry hair was all over the place hidden by a gray beanie, and you threw on your own white mask for good measure. Hobi held out his hand and looked at you.

Ready to be wooed, wifey? He asked and you nodded your head.

That’s all I’ve been waiting for. You replied as the two of you made your way out the door, hand-in-hand.

Author’s Note: AHHH CAN WE ALL JUST SQUEAL????? Even though I’m the writer, I’m falling in love with Hobi. lmao 

The Choice: Chapter 5

Hi everyone! Happy Monday! I’m back at school and back in the swing of things so I’ll keep up the posting. I hope you all had a fantastic weekend! 

Warnings: Brief mention of suicidal thoughts, panic attacks

Pairing: Kylo Ren/ Reader

Word Count: 1254

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 

Whatever this is, it’s good. 

…Or, you think it is. You question it when he brings you to the medbay in the morning when you wake up. He’s skittish the whole way, and you can tell that something unpleasant is about to happen.

“Kylo, just tell me what’s going on.”

You can feel the tension rolling off him in waves, but he doesn’t answer. For a moment, your mind flashes to the dream. You’re having trouble reconciling your many views of him- murderer, dictator, son, caretaker… it makes you dizzy just entertaining the idea of him.

Hux is waiting in the medbay, and you smile at him. He’s adorable, even though he looks thoroughly annoyed by both you and Kylo.

Kylo is radiating annoyance, and you’re honestly half expecting him to grab you and drag you from the room and away from the doctors and Hux.

“I see you two have finally made it.”

Keep reading

Imagine celebrating Jared’s birthday in the hills

“Get up! Get up! Get up!” I shout, jumping on the bed.

Jared rolls on the bed, using one of his pillows to cover his head. I keep jumping, shouting at the top of my lungs. When all the shouting doesn’t work, I take Jared’s covers to pull them off. He’s half asleep, and in his attempt to grab one of my ankles, he doesn’t realize that he’s almost on the edge of the bed, falling with a loud thump.

“Oh my, Jared?”

I fall on the bed, kneeling to watch him on the floor.

“Are you okay?” I ask him, seeing him rub his head, “Is it a bad moment to say happy birthday?”

“Give me… Oh, my head… Give me a second”

I nod, without taking my gaze from him. Jared sighs, still rubbing the top of his head. I wait, forgetting about the surprise I prepared for him. It takes him a few minutes to wake up, still on the floor. When Jared stands up, he jumps on top of me, tickling my belly, ribs and armpits.

“Stop! Stop!” I shout, not being able to stop laughing, “Jared, please!”

He does stop, both breathing heavily, a bit of laugh still in the air.

“Happy birthday” I mutter, a permanent smile on my face.

His lips go straight to mine, his hand starting to caress my cheek. Our breathing is still heavy, forcing us to end the kiss quickly.

“You need to get dress, I let you oversleep”

“What time is it?” He asks, getting off of on top of me.

“Midday, I’ll wait for you downstairs”

I give him a quick peck on the lips, getting off the bed.

Once I’m downstairs I check everything one more time. I’m sure everything’s ready, I’ve probably checked it three times by now. But you can never be sure with me, there’s probably something missing in my bag and I haven’t noticed.

When Jared comes to meet me his eyes go straight to the bag by my side.

“Are we going somewhere?” He asks me, lifting both eyebrows.

“Of course” I say with a smile.

Jared looks confused. This is his first birthday with us as a couple, and I wanted this be special. Jared helps me with my bag, taking it to my car. I drive, he changes the radio. I spend all the way avoiding his questions about our destination. The city looks pretty dead today; The weather is nice, thou, and that’s perfect for what I’ve prepared.

When we reach the point in which we cannot continue by car I let Jared know. We hold hands, sharing quick glances once in awhile, we walk in silence, but smiles never leaving our faces.

Jared is one of the most outgoing, adventurous man I’ve ever had the chance to meet in my life. Reason why I decided to spend the afternoon in the hills, enjoying the view, the nice weather, and being in touch with Mother Nature. the exact spot for our little adventure is a hidden place among rocks and trees. There’s plenty of shadow, green areas and warm breeze for us to sit and enjoy.

Jared looks around, fascinated by the view of the city and how nature seems to enjoy it’s days without caring about the people destroying the city at its feet.

“This is beautiful” Jared says, laying on the lonely spot of grass.

“Happy birthday” I say again, feeling a warm in my heart just by looking at how happy he looks.

Jared takes my wrist to make fall on top of him, his right hand caressing my cheek, pulling away strands of hair.

“Thank you for this” He mutters, the smile glued to his lips, “Really, thank you so much, I love it”

“You don’t have to thank me” I say, kissing his cheek and resting my head on the space of his neck, “I just want you to have a nice birthday”

“It’s going great so far”

“We can stay the whole day like this or we can eat something first and then lay for good, what do you prefer?”

“Let’s eat and then lay for a bit”

We both prepare the space for our picnic; I lay everything I prepare for him during the morning, noticing how amazed he looks. Once I tell him that he can start eating, half of the things in the plates disappear in a matter of minutes. I try to ask him if he likes the food, but his whole attitude is confirmation enough.

Jared kisses me whenever he’s not eating, or telling me how amazing the food is. I just laugh and kiss him back, happy that he’s enjoying his birthday.

When he’s finally done eating we lay for a bit, discussing about what we see in the clouds, or how we think they will show us next. Our bodies warming each other, his hand holding mine with no intention of letting go.

An hour passes by before Jared sits up really quick, his head turning to me with a big smile.

“I got an idea”

Jared stands starting to pick all our things, telling me to hurry. I keep asking what’s going on, but he just shushes me, saying that he I’m going to love. What? I have no idea.

We leave everything in the car, and I can’t get to ask again when Jared holds my hand, taking somewhere between the trees and rocks. He looks so excited that I decide not to ask again, and just enjoy the walk to wherever he’s taking me.

And, actually, the view is breathtaking.

We’ve been in this place for a while, and in any moment we’ll start to see the sundown. Everything starts to fusion with the colors of the sky, the little puddles mirroring the clouds, the leaves dancing with the wind. And, even though it takes us a while to get where Jared wants, I just can’t seem to believe how beautiful everything is the higher we get.

“We’re almost there” Jared assures me, and it is only there when I notice how tired I am.

But I seriously couldn’t care less. We walk for a couple of minutes more, and when Jared finally stops I just can’t believe what’s in front of me.

From the spot that I chose for us to have the picnic most of the city was at our feet, we could see the beach at one side, and people living their lives on the other.

But from here… Everything seems so little, and it actually feels like all our tables were left behind, in those distant buildings, with that distant people.

I walk towards a rock, sitting on the edge, still amazed by everything. I turn for a second, to call Jared by my side. He sits next to me, putting his arm on my shoulder to get me closer to him.

“I was supposed to be the one giving you surprises” I mutter, not being able to take my eyes away from the view.

“We have a whole lifetime to fill with surprises” He says, leaving a soundless kiss on my forehead.

“Good” I say, pulling away a bit to look him in the eyes, “Because there are more surprises waiting for us when we get home”

A laugh burst from him, and in no time we are kissing again.

“I knew there was a reason why I am so in love with you” He mutters between kisses.

“Wait, what?”

I pull away again, my eyes fix on his. He just said he is in love with me. This is the first time. I feel something on my chest, it’s tight, but my heartbeat is threatening to let me heart escape in any second, and a smile appears on my lips, and suddenly I’m feeling everything and nothing at the same time. And Jared is looking at me like he wasn’t supposed to say this right now, like he was holding it for later.

“You’re in love with me” I whisper, a smile nailed on my face, “You said…”

“I am” He says, taking his hand to brush his hair, “Good, I finally said it”

“Finally? How long have you been holding that?”

He shrugs, and we can’t help but laugh. Jared hugs me again, leaving little kisses on top of my head. My arms wrap him tight, never wanting to let him go.

“Are you in love with me?” He asks, as if he’s afraid of my answer.

“What do you think?”


“Of course I am” I laugh, adjusting in my place to look him in the eyes, “I’m in love with you, Jared, I thought it was pretty damn obvious”

“I can be a bit blind”

“Well, now you know. Happy birthday!”

“Best birthday ever” He says, moving to kiss me on the lips this time.

anonymous asked:

A soft voice that would be reasonably mistaken as shy echoed around the poorly lit room, with just one pair of bright green emerald eyes glowing weakly in a corner, hidden nicely within the shadow."General may one join your crew?"

Celestine halted her movements down the street, turning her skull towards the source of the soft whisper from the shadows. Crimson curls danced about her shoulders before resting neatly against her torso. She contemplated the question, keeping her gaze upon the shadows of the corner. 

“How may one join my crew?” she repeated, rolling painted tiers betwixt her sharpened pearls. “It begins with desire and drifts into respect. Follow that until your heart finds itself loyal to everything that we are, that we can become. Pledge fealty and never lose sight of the pack means.” She snickered softly. 

“If you have already begun to desire that which I can offer; protection, profit, a family not of blood- but stronger and the chance to run wild along side me.. well, then you have already begun the journey. Now, what you must do is step from the shadows so I may see you and determine for myself if you are of the right threads.”

The Hills (Sebastian Stan Imagine)

Your man on the road, he doing promo
You said keep our business on the low-low
I’m just tryna get you out the friend zone
‘Cause you look even better than the photos

It started out at a red carpet event event. Your dress had a low neckline that stooped down a little too low and the silky fabric was clinging onto your body like another layer of skin. The red, sinful, dress hugged your body pushing your curves all in the right places. You were irresistible. 

He stood at the other end of the carpet, trying not to roll his eyes at the same old questions these interviewers asked him. He awkwardly laughed at the man’s poor attempt of a joke and shook his hand, hoping that he would get the hint to leave him alone. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his dress pants and scanned the area for any of his friends. But something even better caught his eye. 


There was no doubt that Sebastian had a thing for you but then again who in the industry didn’t? The minute he saw the outline of your naked body in a magazine spread, his mind couldn’t help but wonder about the things he could do with you. His jaw slightly hung open, watching you turn to the side giving the hungry photographers a view of how blessed you really were. Your back seemed to dip, or more so concave, when your perfect ass came into view. Sebastian licked his lips, knowing the photos definitely didn’t do you any justice.

I can’t find your house, send me the info
Driving through the gated residential
Found out I was coming, sent your friends home
Keep on tryna hide it but your friends know

He didn’t ask for your number straight away. In fact it took two mutual friends for you both to finally officially meet. Your best friend, Cami, was a client of Sebastian’s gym trainer, Don. When notified about the invite to your house warming party in Rhode Island, Cami decided that it would be great to invite her gym buddies to try an get you to become friend with other people other than herself. 

At around 7PM, Sebastian walked in with Don, who held a bottle of Italian wine as a house warming present. Came dragged you alongside her, accepting the wine as if it was her own home, and introduced you to her gym trainer and her friend. 

“I thought this was my house.” You laughed jokingly. “But apparently it’s Cami’s too.”

Sebastian bit the side of his lip, watching as your eyes trailed across his chiseled features. “I wasn’t really sure if it was okay for me to show up. It was Cami who invited me and I didn’t know if that invitation was valid.”

You motioned for him to follow you to the backyard, where the party really was. “Yeah, caught me by surprise when she said some people from her gym were going but I must say, it’s a nice surprise.”

The rest of the night was spent with him, chatting and obnoxious, sexual, flirting. If it was anyone else besides the Romanian- God, you were sure that you would’ve turned them down. But something about his captivating eyes, frequent lip bites, and long, slender fingers, around his wine glass, drove you just a tad bit insane.

At 12, you decided that it was time for everyone to leave. Don left earlier, mumbling something about an early session with a client the next day. Cami left with some guy who looked like one of your former co-stars. You would never let that go.

Sebastian insisted to stay and help you clean up. He helped place the wine glasses inside a box labeled ‘fragile’ and placed it on the top shelf of your nearly empty garage. His front was pressed against your backside, making you suck in a breath when you felt the slight outline of his bulge.

“Isn’t Don your ride?” You asked, wiping the counter top that was sticky due to the man wine spills of the night. “How are you getting home?”

“I’m gonna call an uber or something, no biggie.” Sebastian smiled, rubbing his left eye after slipping on his jacket. “I hope I’ll see you soon.”

You stood there silently, watching him tie the laces of his shoes, preparing to leave your home. He stood up, giving you a small wave. His fingers touched the cold doorknob, mentally debating if he should make a move or not.

You made the decision for him when your hands were suddenly rubbing themselves on his thick back, stopping when the muscles clenched under your fingertips. You heard him gulp, his fingers slowly letting go of the doorknob.

“Don’t start something that you’re not ready for, Y/N.” Sebastian breathed out, seeing your hands make their way to his front. Your fingers trailed down incredibly low, stopping at the hem of his shirt. 

Your lips blew hot air where his ear and jaw met. Your lips gently tugged at his earlobe, “Who said I wasn’t ready?”

I only call you when it’s half past five
The only time that I’ll be by your side
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When I’m fucked up, that’s the real me
When I’m fucked up, that’s the real me, yeah

That was only the first of your sexual encounters. The morning after, you blamed the alcohol. The both of you knew that you only had a glass and a half. You were too busy getting drunk off of the Romanian taste only Sebastian carried to completely finish the second glass of wine. You told him that it was a mistake and that it would never happen ever again.

Two months later, two months of absolute discomfort and dissatisfaction, your paths cross again. You gulped as you saw him sitting on a chair in your new movies table read. You didn’t know he was your love interest in the film. The love interest you needed to have ‘sex’ with.

“Y/N, love, are you comfortable with showing your body to the camera and most importantly Sebastian?” the director asked, his tone serious as he talked to you and Sebastian.

His teeth found the red of his bottom lip. You were convinced he was only doing that to torture you. “It isn’t anything he hasn’t seen before.”

The director nodded skeptically, excusing himself from the sexual tension he realized he was part of. Sebastian chuckled, his fingers rubbing against the stubble of his chin. “Mistake, huh?”

You shook your head, looking at his straight in the eye. “We both know it was.”

“It sure as hell didn’t feel like a mistake when you begged for me that night.”

“Shut it.” You snarled, pulling him by the collar of his shirt and into a small room. You closed the blinds and locked the windows, silently hoping that the walls were soundproof. 

“I like where this is going, babe.” He leaned against the wall, loving the dominant side of you already. Your body pressed against his, face only centimeters away from his. “Are we going for round two?”

“Round two that’s two months late.” Your lips found his neck, sucking, nibbling, leaving him a writhing mess under your control.

“Not my fault you kicked me out the next morning.”

“Hey,” You pulled away from him, the prominent bulge in his pants poking your thigh. Sebastian looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed. You dropped to your knees, your fingers working to unbuckle his belt. “Better late than never, right?”

I'ma let you know and keep it simple
Tryna keep it up, don’t seem so simple
I just fucked two bitches 'fore I saw you
You gon’ have to do it at my tempo
Always tryna send me off to rehab
Drugs start to feeling like it’s decaf
I’m just tryna live life for the moment
And all these motherfuckers want a real love

Your sexual rendezvous only blossomed since then. You did him, he did you, in the most obscure places possible. Public bathrooms, movie theaters, shop dressing rooms, you name it. Sebastian quickly became your best sexual partner.

The only problem was you knew you weren’t the only one of his. You knew he had at least two more ‘friends with benefits’ and you knew that they were both much fitter than you. It became a bigger problem when you looked over at him as he ate his greasy pizza slice and realized just how much you loved him.

“Y/N, guess what this girl said to me yesterday after she did me.”

You blinked, tearing your eyes away from his mouth. “What?”

“She said we should try a real relationship.” He snorted. “And I was like what the hell? Because I mean, I made it very clear that I was not looking for a real relationship yet here she was confessing her love to me.”

Your heart fell. If he didn’t want a relationship with that girl, you knew you had absolutely no chance to be in a relationship with him. “Yeah, that’s dumb.”

He looked up from his phone after hearing your bland response. “Hey, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry.” You lied, smiling slightly hoping that it will convince him. “I’m just tired. I’m gonna sleep, you can find your way out right?”

Sebastian frowned. He was hoping to stay the night with you. “Yeah, get well soon.” 

You mumbled a thanks before throwing yourself in your cold bed covers, snuggling deep into your pillow. Why did you have to catch feelings for him? How does he not have a conscience when it came to being friends with benefits? You groaned, knowing that you can’t exactly ask him why he never caught feelings for anyone, that would just give you away.

That was the first night you slept alone, mentally and physically. And oh, how you wanted Sebastian to be next to you when you rolled over on the right side of the bed rather than an extra pillow and messy sheets.

Hills have eyes, the hills have eyes
Who are you to judge, who are you to judge?
Hide your lies, girl, hide your lies
Only you to trust, only you

Sebastian has been spending a lot of his time at your house lately. He made breakfast in the morning and ordered take out at night for the both of you. He had his own drawer of things and you always made sure to buy two of each item now. You find yourself reaching for the two pack of toothbrushes instead of the singular one when you’re grocery shopping. He’d been noticing the small actions, finding himself smiling every time you do one. 

He hasn’t touched you with no feelings for a while now. Every time you two were intimate he tried his hardest to somehow pour out his silent love for you through the loud sounds of skin slapping and moaning. The sex was becoming better and better each time, you didn’t know what it was but it was great and you weren’t complaining one bit.

“Hey, Y/N, I know we just had chinese two days ago but the only other available restaurant is a sushi place and I know you hate that so is chinese okay?”

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself when you heard his vice coming from the kitchen. “Yeah, chinese is fine. I want cho-”

“Chow mein with broccoli beef.” Sebastian interrupted, emerging from the kitchen. “I know what you like.” 

“Is that so?” You cocked your eyebrow, standing up to challenge him. “What’s my favorite movie?”

“It’s a tie between The Perks of Being a Wallflower and Pride and Prejudice.” 

“Okay, what’s my favorite thing to watch on Netflix?”

He smirked, “If you’re talking about TV shows, it’s FRIENDS, Grey’s Anatomy or Hawaii Five-O. If it’s movies you like watching Begin Again and The Fundamentals of Caring.” 

“My favorite actress?”

Sebastian stepped closer, “Keira Knightley.”

“Favorite actor?”

“Mark Hamill or Harrison Ford, you’re so in love with Star Wars.”

You walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “How do you know all of this?”

“I pay attention, babe.” 

Your lips lingered above his. His hands found your hips and pulled you closer. “Why?”

Sebastian didn’t answer. Instead he kissed you so passionately you almost forgot how to breath. The kiss was different. It was lustful or needy, it was almost loving. Maybe there was a chance he felt the same way as you did. It came as a surprise to you.

But it was a nice surprise.


My Last Imagine: Jealous