and you were mad as hell

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tfw you realise your friend is an Opera cliche. 

A short comic because I rediscovered The Magic Flute recently, and the parallels between it and the Sun and Moon plot were too good to pass up. 

Plus I wanted to do something for my favourite Alola characters. Hau’s such a great guy - just this endless fount of positivity and joie de vivre. (Hell, he’s excited to lose to you!) He embodies this idea that life is an adventure, and you’re the hero who has to grow and learn in it.

Be brave, be defiant, be happy; because life is far more epic than you think it is. 

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Jeonlous

Genre: Oral Smut

Summary: Third time’s the charm when you’ve been stood up by your fellow officer and boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook. However you decide to have your sweet revenge.

Featuring: Our dearly beloved Jeonlous x Y/N

Note: This boy is the reason for my sinful thoughts. I’ve been meaning to write this for a while, but once THIS DAMN APPEARANCE + PERSONA (note above) came into existence I had to let this out. This is my first ever fanfic and smut, so please don’t have too many expectations. Hope it doesn’t disappoint :)

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im still mad that people somehow interpret percy using bob as somehow….a sign of dark percy, or of his cunning and manipulation 

bob is a dude who tried to kill him and percy is a desperate kid stuck in literal hell with his girlfriend trying to survive the next ten ten minutes. what is he supposed to do, go ‘hi yes bob your real name is iapetus and you and your people were straight up trying to wipe us out four books ago wanna be bros?’

eta: AND THE CONVINCING OF BOB THAT THEY WERE FRIENDS IN THE FIRST PLACE WAS IN LIEU OF KILLING HIM BECAUSE HE’D JUST LOST HIS MEMORY

“Trump won because Democrats were too disdainful of Trump supporters! Too intellectual! Too snobbish about them!”

Let’s get one thing straight:

Trump didn’t win because Dems called Trump supporters “ignorant racists.”

Trump won because Trump supporters were, in fact, ignorant racists.

Or,  if they weren’t, ignorance and racism wasn’t a dealbreaker for them. And it should have been.

At some point, you have to call a spade a spade. America’s Democrat party are flawed as hell, but they didn’t force 40 million+ people to vote for a fascist mad man, did they?

They don’t have that power.

Sometimes shitty people are just, well, shitty people. There are no excuses.

“who said it?” pt. 1

if you aren’t quite sure who said that popular quote, hopefully this list will solve the “who said it” questions you’ve always had. (mp insp by @zulesstudies

  • “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” 
    • Dr. Suess
  • “if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.”
    • Marilyn Monroe
  • “Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.”
    • Marilyn Monroe
  • “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
    • Oscar Wilde
  • “You’ve gotta dance like there’s nobody watching, Love like you’ll never be hurt, Sing like there’s nobody listening, And live like it’s heaven on earth.” 
    • William W. Purkey
  • “Be the change that you wish to see in the world.”
    • Mahatma Gandi
  • “Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”
    • Mahatma Gandi
  • “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”
    • Robert Frost
  • “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”
    • Eleanor Roosevelt 
  • “A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.”
    • Elbert Hubbard
  • “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
    • Maya Angelou
  • “To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.”
    • Ralph Waldo Emerson
  • “Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around.”
    • Bob Marley 
  • “Life is what happens to us while we are making other plans.”
    • Allen Saunders
  • “Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the present.”
    • Bil Keane
  • “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
    • Oscar Wilde
  • “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”
    • Thomas Edison
  • “I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”
    • Douglas Adams
  • Akuma victim: get ready to die Ladybug
  • Hawkmoth: wait did you just say die
  • Hawkmoth: I just want jewelry not murder
  • Hawkmoth: they're like thirteen what the hell
  • Hawkmoth: I thought you were mad about your parking space what's with the murder
  • Hawkmoth: okay you know what you're done for today de-evilize little butterfly come back home we'll try again tomorrow
Imagine telling Deadpool you’re pregnant.

Originally posted by diana-prince

“What in the ass,” Deadpool whispered to himself as he watched you from across the street. You were talking to Peter Parker on a bus bench, he was clearly comforting you. His hand moved around your shoulder and his head was next to yours, saying something in your ear. You shoot a glance up at the man, wiping tears from your face.

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Bound and Gagged

Originally posted by twdnextworld

Summary: Negan tries making Andy break using BDSM

Pairing: Negan x Andy

Warning: Swearing, Smut, BDSM, Daddy Kink

[ I’ll be using gender neutral pronouns, so you can make Andy female, male or neither as you please]

It had been a few days since Negan and his men took you away from your group and brought you to Sanctuary, hell maybe it was more than a few days, how could you tell being locked in a tiny, dark room all by yourself. You were going mad, it wasn’t only the lonely confined space or the darkness, you were also being fed dog food sandwiches and were forced to listen to ‘Easy Street’ on repeat. You knew Negan was trying to break you, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to kneel to someone like him. All you wanted was to go back home to Alexandria.

What felt like a month had gone by and you still hadn’t cracked. Dwight opened the door and handed you your dog shit sandwich then turned away locking the door behind him. You heard him take a few steps then stop; you peaked through the space under your door and saw that Dwight was kneeling. “How’s our guest?” said a deep, gravelly voice, you knew that that voice belonged to Negan. “Don’t know what to tell you boss, one tough fucker” Dwight responded. “Open the door, I want to try something out” you could almost hear the smirk in that assholes voice.

Dwight stood up and unlocked your door; you quickly pressed yourself tightly to the corner of the room. The door flung open and Dwight stood to the side, you looked up and saw the man himself standing in the doorway,  Lucille slung across his shoulder, and a huge shit-eating grin plastered across his devilishly handsome face. “Stand up, me and you are gonna go for a little fucking walk” Negan said not taking his eyes off of you. You slowly stood up and followed Negan out, “give me the keys Dwight, I’ll make sure our guest is put back when we’re finished” you watched as Dwight closed your door then handed Negan the keys before walking off. Negan looked you up and down then licked his lips “follow me baby, and try to fucking keep up” he said as he started striding off, you rolled your eyes and followed “where are we going?” you asked while looking around at your new surroundings. “It’s a surprise” Negan said as he looked over at you with a smile on his face.

The two of you eventually made it to a door, “here we are Andy baby” Negan said as he opened it, you both walked into a big room that looked like an apartment suite.  “Where exactly is here?”  You asked looking around confused. “Welcome to casa di daddy” Negan replied gesturing his hands to the space, you looked at him with a furrowed brow, “I’m daddy, by the way, just to be clear and this is my house, that’s what I fucking meant by the whole ‘casa di da- you know what fuck it, I don’t have the motherfucking time to explain my fucking self sweetheart”. “Why did you bring me to your fucking room?” you asked sounding annoyed “oooo baby has a fucking attitude, I likey” you stared at Negan, at this point you’d rather be in your cell. “Jeez alright doll, calm the fuck down. I have a very and I mean VERY serious question for you…are you ready?” he asked suddenly getting stern; you nodded your head slowly, “good..now..do you know what BDSM is?” he asked staring you in the eyes. “Yeah like whips and chains and shit” you replied. Negan grinned widely “yeah, well you see baby, that shit gets my dick fucking hard as fuck, but my wives aren’t into that shit for some fucking reason, I don’t know why they don’t cause it’s fucking awesome. But I’m not about to make them do something that makes them feel uncomfortable, I’m not that kind of guy. But I have to admit, I’ve taken a liking to you, and you seem like you’d be into some freaky shit, so I have a proposition for you. You can either kneel and work for me, earn points to buy things blah blah fucking blah, OR you help me live out my fantasies just this one time and your free to go, that fucking simple, the choice is yours darling”. “Y-you want to have sex with me?” you asked “No, no,no honey, my wives supply me with an ample amount of poontang. I just want to tie you up and smack you around a little” he said with an obviously fake innocent voice. Your brain started racing, you had to admit that you found Negan attractive and this wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done bondage, but could you really do this with the man that killed your friends. “You promise that I can go back to Alexandria if I do it just this once?” you asked cautiously not knowing if you could really trust Negan. “Fuck darling, does this face look like one that’d lie…don’t answer that. Yes you can leave I promise” he then held out his pinky to you “are you seriously trying to pinky promise me right now Negan? You’re a grown fucking man”.  Negan’s face looked shocked “you can’t go back on a pinky promise no matter how fucking old you are, you fucking downer” you rolled your eyes and locked pinkies with him “fine, I’ll do it”. “Goody!” Negan exclaimed.

Negan lead you to another room at the very back near his bed, when you walked in you couldn’t believe what you saw. Ropes, whips, gags, chains you name it was filling this room, it was like Negan’s very own sex dungeon. Negan took in a deep breath through his nose “do you fucking smell that!? The smell of leather, hopes and dreams. Fuck I think I’m gonna cry” Negan then closed the door behind the both of you and put Lucille down against the wall “she likes to watch, I think it’d make her soaked, yunno if baseball bats had pussies” he then paced over to a large steel table that was directly in the middle of the room. The air shift, as Negan’s eyes stared at you like daggers. “Take those fucking rags off and lay down on the table” Negan demanded. You quickly began taking the grey crew neck sweater with the giant ‘A’ on it off as well as the matching sweat pants you were wearing, you then slowly walked over to the table and laid down on your stomach, the steel was ice cold against your bare flesh and you could feel your nipples harden instantly. Negan let out a low chuckle watching you before he picked up a few different ropes and a ball gag. Negan slipped the gag around your head and made sure the ball was in your mouth. “I like seeing that pretty mouth of yours opened wide for me” he said lowly, he then began tying your legs and feet together, then he tied your hands behind you back. “Arch that ass in the air for me, sexy” he growled, you did as you were told. Negan walked over towards your face and crouched down so he could look into your eyes. “Now since I can’t hear you say a safe word with that ball in your mouth, I’m gonna ask you if your alright after every smack and I want you to nod your head slowly if you are, I want to make sure you feel safe and comfortable alright?” You nodded your head; you were surprised by Negan’s words.

Negan walked over to a stand that had various whips hanging, he dragged his finger across them all until he picked the one he wanted to use, it was a very short, braided leather one. You looked at the whip and felt a rush of excitement run through your whole body. Negan then walked behind you “ready darling?” he asked, you nodded, then felt a piercing sting as leather made contact with your ass cheek. You screamed but it was muffled by the gag, “are you good?” Negan asked, you nodded, and the leather to skin contact continued each time hurting more yet feeling better then the last one. Negan gave another large smack but this time when he asked if you were okay you vigorously shook your head. Negan quickly ran over and took your gag off “what’s wrong? Do you want me to untie you?”. “No, I just need to catch my breath” you looked over and noticed the huge bulge in Negan’s pants; he was hard as a rock, which caused you to smirk. “Keep going, just let me keep the gag off”, Negan seemed thrilled that you didn’t want to stop yet “of course, but let me at least fucking blindfold you” you agreed and Negan got out a silky black blindfold and tied it around your eyes. You bit your lip eagerly awaiting the next smack when you felt little prickles down your back. “I hope you don’t mind if Lucille joins us” he growled, you giggled the sharp pinches from Lucille running down your spine sent you overboard. “I’m going to let Lucille nip you, while I continue with the smacks, is that okay?” Negan asked “oh god yes, daddy” you moaned as you wriggled with excitement.  You heard Negan let out a low growl at your words. “I’m gonna continuously smack you without stopping, but I will stop immediately if you tell me to, fucking got it?” he asked, “mmhm” you purred. Suddenly the smacks returned started off light and getting stronger as they came. Lucille’s bites mixed with the smacks and the grunts and groans Negan was letting out pushed you over the edge, you moaned out loud and gasped “I’m gonna fucking cum Negan don’t stop”. “Fuck” you heard Negan hiss as he continued, you felt your body go numb and a flash of heat burst within you as you came. “Stop!” you yelled out; Negan abruptly stopped what he was doing as soon as he heard your words. “Fuck that was hot” he said out of breath, “can you untie me now please?” you asked softly still coming down from the high you were feeling. Negan untied you and you took off your blindfold and saw Negan standing in front of you sweat glistening off of his face and neck, Lucille and the whip still in his hands.  You started feeling the pain as you got up and looked in the full body mirror that was across the room, your ass was red raw, and trickles of blood were on your back from Lucille’s bites. “You fulfilled your end of the bargain to a fucking T. You’re free to go; I’ll make Dwight give you a ride back to Alexandria. I don’t think you’ll be able to fucking walk after that” you giggled, you couldn’t believe it but you actually really enjoyed this. You got dressed and slowly started walking to the door hardly able to move. “Hey Negan” you said turning around “yeah?” he replied tilting his head, “if you’re ever in the neighborhood and want to ‘fulfill your fantasies’, feel free to kidnap me again” you said as you gave Negan a wink. Negan chuckled and ran his hand over his chin “I’ll be sure to do that darling, but next time I won’t go so easy on you”.

Okay so hear me out - I don’t think Bo was mad about the kiss. It just wouldn’t make sense. If he were mad, he most likely would have demanded Philip be removed from Lukas’ room and not allowed back in. Instead, I think… 

A. He just needs some time to process. Hell, even my hugely supportive father needed some time to process when I came out.

B. I think he’s hurt by the fact that Lukas felt as though he couldn’t tell him as well.

 C.  I’m wondering if he’s slightly mad at himself. Why? I think he might be angry with himself for making Lukas feel as though he couldn’t tell his dad that he’s gay.

I definitely think it’s one of these or a combination.

Panic Attacks

Request: Hi can you do an imagine where Shawn gets into a fight with Cameron because he hit on y/n and Shawn gets hurt and y/n starts blaming it on her and she has a panic attack and Shawn calms her down? xx

Word count: 1,986

Panic Attacks

“He did what?” Shawn yelled at you. Or not exactly at you, but you were the only one there, so he just took it out on you.

“Shawn, it’s really no big deal”

“No big deal? He hit on you? How can you even defend him? He’s supposed to be my fucking friend!”

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  • Person A: Hey...
  • Person B: What is it?
  • Person A: Remember, when I said I'll get a fish?
  • Person B: Yeah. Why?
  • Person A: Well... don't be mad... *Sends a picture of a chow chow*
  • Person B: What the hell?! YOu told me you were only getting a fish. But instead you got a dog. WOW! Just wow.
  • Person B: What is the name of the dog?
  • Person A: Look. I'm sorry but it was too adorable to be left behind and his name is Fish.
  • Person B: Fish better be the fluffliest dog.
Choreographed (Daveed Diggs x Reader)

Hey guys! Alright, confession time, I got a little ( a lot ) confused by the prompt for this and I have no idea if I interpreted it the way it was meant to be! Oops. I think it turned out decently, at any rate, and I hope you enjoy it.

Please forgive any major errors (and yell at me to fix them tomorrow!) It’s late as hell right now, I’m tired, and I rushed like mad to get this posted. 


Words: 2057

Warnings: Language

You were pacing backstage, discreetly wiping sweat from your palms onto your red dress. You could hear the final phrases of the first Cabinet Battle being performed now, and that left you with just one more song to prepare before yours. I can do this, I can do this, you chanted mentally, trying to slow your racing heart. You’d been a member of Hamilton’s ensemble cast for months; you were no stranger to performing live at the Richard Rodgers. But tonight was different.

Tonight, Jasmine had caught a cold that had entirely stripped her of her beautiful voice. Tonight you were her understudy. You’d had no trouble at all in your numbers as Peggy, but “Say No To This” was next, and you were more than a little worried about how that was going to go.

Jas was here to support you all, clinging to a cup of honey lemon tea and lounging in sweats, and she walked up behind you now to give your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, making a point of leaning away from you so she didn’t get you sick.

“Hey.” she whispered. “Listen, you’re doing great. There’s no one I’d rather have covering me tonight.”

“Jas,” you whimpered. “What if I fuck it all up?”

“First of all,” she croaked with a glint in her eye. “That’s really what Maria does. Second, you nailed it in rehearsal every time we did this. You’re going to do fine.”

You sighed heavily, trying to believe her. “If you say so.”

“I do.” she whispered, before breaking off into a hacking cough. You winced, patting her back. “Go rest in your dressing room, Jas. I love you, but you sound awful.”

She gave you a last smile and a thumbs up, walking away as “Take A Break” began onstage.

“Y/N!”

You jumped, whirling around and fighting a wave of hysterical giggles. “Damn it, Daveed, I almost had a heart attack!”

He smiled at you, managing to look completely heart-stopping even in Jefferson’s garishly fuchsia costume. “Ready for your song? You look great in that dress.” He winked at you.

You rolled your eyes at the meaningless flirting you’d come to expect from him and shook your head. “No, no, no, I’m really not ready for this!”

His face turned to one of gentle concern. “Hey, Y/N, listen to me. You’ve got this, okay? I’ve heard you sing this perfectly a hundred times.”

“But Daveed,” you complained, “it’s The Note. What if I miss it?”

He shook his head, bringing his warm hands to rest on your shoulders. “Hey. Look at me.”

You obeyed, clenching your hands into fists at your sides and fighting to get yourself into the right mindset.

“Y/N, you are going to be the most amazing Maria Reynolds New York has ever seen. Okay?”

You were having this conversation outside of Jas’s dressing room, and the walls were incredibly thin. You both chuckled as Jas, too voiceless to yell an objection, thumped the wall of her dressing room in protest.

“I know you can do this. I’ve seen you do this. You’ve got Lin and the whole ensemble to carry you. Just breathe, you’ll be fine.”

Your entrance was moments away now, and Daveed gave you a gentle push in the direction of the stage. “Break a leg.”

You looked over your shoulder at him, giving him a shaky smile. “Thanks.”

Okay, Y/N. Just breathe. You walked onto the stage confidently, starting your walk around the rotating stage and forcing your nerves away as you began to sing, letting Jas’s and Daveed’s words fill your head instead of your doubts. Fake it til you make it.

This one’s mine, sir.” Your voice was as perfectly in tune as it had been in rehearsals, and you began to relax a little.

Stay?”

Hey…

The song continued, and your performing instincts took over as you and Lin moved through your choreographed moves, hitting everything perfectly.

Before you knew it, you were on your knees, the red dress pooled around you, begging your lines.

“Stop crying, goddamnit, get up!”

“I didn’t know any better!”

You closed your eyes for just a heartbeat to collect yourself as the song continued, conscious of keeping up with your lines and not letting the audience see your nerves.

This is it.

You took a breath and belted out your next words as in-character as possible. “If you pay, you can stay!”

You hit the note without wavering, and it felt as though a metaphorical ton of bricks had fallen off of your shoulders. Where your performance earlier had been slightly withdrawn, you now threw everything you had into Maria Reynolds, through the sequence on Lin’s lap in the chair, and then finally exiting the stage straight into Jas’s arms.

“See?” she whispered excitedly. “I knew you could do it! That was amazing!”

You laughed weakly, your adrenaline rush fading now, and pulled away from her so you both could walk all the way back to the dressing rooms. Various other cast members were giving you quick congratulations and smiles as they passed you on their way back onstage, and you smiled back, relief filling you.

“God, that was stressful.” you sighed. “I loved it, but I never want to do that again.”

Jas made a sound that was supposed to be laughter, but with her hoarse voice more closely resembled a cat being strangled. “You’re gonna have to,” she croaked, waving a hand at her throat to indicate her voice, “because this is not coming back tomorrow.”

Your eyes grew wide. “But Jas! Tomorrow’s a double performance!”

She looked at you sternly. “Look, you rocked it. No more self-doubt, Y/N.”

“Right.” you sighed.

“Daveed!” Jas hissed as loudly as she could, waving the man over from where he was leaning on the nearby wall. “Tell her to stop worrying!”

Daveed looked at her briefly, walking over stiffly and barely sparing you a glance. “Hmm? Oh, yes, Y/N.” he said, almost sounding bitter. “Very convincing performance.”

He brushed past the both of you then, shaking off Jas’s arm. “I have to get onstage.”

“Daveed!” she whispered in annoyance. He didn’t reply.

You sighed, your shoulders slumping slightly as Jas rolled her eyes. “Well alright then.”

Jas’s indignant reaction to Daveed’s words comforted you somewhat, but you were still fighting to swallow past the lump in your throat. He’d been the first person to welcome you with open arms into this cast. He’d become one of your closest friends, and, if you were being honest with yourself, he was also the object of your unrequited affections.  He’d been so encouraging less than ten minutes ago, and his uncaring response stung. What the hell did I do?

Correctly interpreting your upset expression, Jas seized your elbow and tugged you back toward the stage, giving you a distraction as you hid in the wings to watch the performance of “Cabinet Battle #2”.

In spite of yourself, your eyes followed Daveed the whole time, silently searching for an answer. He appeared at first totally absorbed in his role as Jefferson, but you’d seen him do the same choreography hundreds of times, and this was different. There was meant to be aggression between Jefferson and Hamilton, yes, but Daveed was snarling his lines at Lin and looked inches away from punching the man squarely in the face.

“Jas,” you whispered in her ear beside you. “Is it just me or does Daveed look like he wants to kill Lin?”

Your friend’s dark eyes grew suddenly wider, and her mouth opened in a silent laugh. “Oh, so that’s what’s going on here.”

“What?” you practically begged her, desperate to figure out what you were missing.

She wrapped an arm around your shoulders and squeezed you gently. “You need to talk to him, Y/N.”

Jas’s advice proved much easier said than done.

Her cold was much improved within a few days, but her voice was still recovering and consistently cracked on any remotely high note. When combined with unpredictable coughing jags that would leave her breathless with eyes streaming, you and Jas both knew that she wouldn’t be back on stage for at least another week.

With each near perfect performance, your confidence grew and you slid more comfortably into the dual roles of Maria and Peggy. Each night, though, Daveed seemed to be colder, slipping further and further away from you. The fact that he seemed to be giving Lin the cold shoulder as well was somewhat comforting, but you still hated it.

You were walking into your dressing room to change after your curtain calls that night, and you knew he was behind you, headed toward his own dressing room. You paused with your hand on the door handle when he brushed past you coldly, his hands clenched into fists and his posture stiff, scowling at his retreating back. That’s it.

“Daveed Diggs!” you shouted. “Get your ass over here right now.

Jas and Renee stuck their heads momentarily out of Jas’s dressing room, wearing identical, infuriating smirks, but retreated quickly when you shot them both a glare.

Daveed turned slowly, raising an eyebrow at you. “Yes?”

You threw your dressing room door open hard and pointed inside. “In here. Now. The walls are stupidly thin but whatever.”

He complied silently, standing stiffly with his back to you and his arms crossed. You took your time shutting the door, trying to collect yourself. Maybe don’t scream at him.

“Alright, let’s have it.” you spat. “What the hell is your problem with me?”

“There is none.” he said tightly.

“Bullshit! You’ve been avoiding me like the fucking plague all week, Daveed! Spit. It. Out!”

He spun to face you then, his eyes looking tormented. “Are you happy?”

“What?” You shook your head in disbelief. “I’m sorry, does this look happy?” You gestured to yourself, standing confrontationally, your face a mask of anger.

“With him. Are you happy with him?”

You blinked rapidly. “Him…him who? What the fucking hell are you on about right now?”

“God damn it, Y/N! I’m not blind! Are you happy with Lin?”

“Lin?” you sputtered, utterly shocked. This was so not the conversation you’d signed up for.

“You can stop pretending.” He sounded duller, his anger dissipated. “It’s not like you don’t kiss him like you need it to survive every night.” he mocked coldly.

“You mean in “Say No To This”? That’s choreographed, Daveed. Jesus, Lin’s like my brother! It’s called acting.” You spoke slowly, as though talking to a small child.

Daveed stared at you uncomprehendingly.

“Oh my god.” You shook your head, hands finding their way to your hips. “You’re pissed because you thought I was dating Lin and didn’t tell you? That whole thing is choreographed that way, and you know it.”

How could you think that? Don’t you know how I feel about you? Obviously not.

“Y/N.” Daveed shook his head at you, his hair bouncing slightly. “It wasn’t—you didn’t have to tell me—I just—” he trailed off.

You faltered, tilting your head at him curiously. “What?”

He pulled his eyes away from yours, looking around your dressing room instead. “Nothing.”

You frowned, your anger long gone. You stepped forward, reaching out and resting a hand lightly on his arm, the silky fabric of his costume cool on your skin. “Talk to me.”

He glanced down at you, almost nervously, as if trying to decide something. “Fuck it.” He said suddenly, sharply.

His hands were suddenly on your shoulders again, as they had been earlier in the week, but this time less gently. Butterflies filled your stomach as you found yourself with your back suddenly pressed against the dressing room’s door, and then his lips were on yours.

You gasped in shock, before the reality of what was happening crashed into you, and you responded enthusiastically, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and reaching up into his hair.

Daveed broke the kiss, his nose brushing yours. “Lin doesn’t get to do this.” He said, his voice low and sending a shiver through you.

“Only what’s been choreographed, I promise.” You whispered, playing idly with his hair. “Come back here.”

He smiled, crashing his lips back onto yours once again.

Maybe playing Maria Reynolds wasn’t so bad after all.

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Amami Rantarou

-You both were just bickering, but it turned into a huge argument

-He didn’t mean to push you..He just got mad and..

-He chases after you and sees that you’re crying

-Oh god..why did he do that?

-He hugs you and apologizes

-He apologizes a lot

-He doesn’t forgive himself for what he did; he hurt you. He made you cry

-He feels like an asshole


Saihara Shuuichi

- Things have been rough for you both for awhile now. And tonight is basically when all hell broke loose

-You were getting in his face and he pushed you away

-He doesn’t realize that he hurt you until you start crying

-He immediately regrets pushing you. He helps you up and comforts you

-You forgive him

-He tells you that you can push him if it makes you feel better, but of course you choose not to.


Kiibo

-It was a total accident. Like an impulse.

-You were screaming at him and it scared him a bit

-He apologizes IMMEDIATELY after doing it and helps you up

-He sees that you’re crying and asks if you’re hurt

-You’re not hurt, just shocked that you both were fighting.

-He apologizes for everything, but you apologize for yelling at him in the first place

-You both forgive eachother, but stuff is a bit tense for the rest of the night


Ouma Kokichi

-Oh boy was this fight bad.

-He was yelling. A lot.

-You started screaming at him and then he just..pushed you.

-It took him a moment to realize he may have hurt you.

-He feels bad

-Before he can offer you help, you run off crying

-He feels bad. He’s about to start crying himself. He’s very mad at himself for what he’s done

-Like Amami, he chases after you.

-He’s very shocked when YOU apologize for yelling

-You both make up and apologize


Korekiyo Shinguuji

-He doesn’t understand why he pushed you..

-He just got so mad and..it happened.

-He just stands there for a few moments, confused of what to do.

-You must hate him, right?

-He finally goes to your room and finds you balled up, crying.

-He sits next to you and pulls you into a hug, comforting you

-He apologizes for what he’s done

-He’s worried he has hurt you, but you tell him you’re alright

-He feels like a jerk and that he doesn’t deserve you, especially after that

-You tell him it’s okay. That he didn’t mean any harm

-Secretly, you’re still a bit upset over it. You get over it


Gonta Gokuhara

-A real gentleman would not push you!

-So when you guys argued, he didn’t do that.

-Instead, he suggests you guys calm down. Stop fighting and just talk it out

-You agree

-You hate fighting with Gonta!

-You two talk it out and you start crying because you feel bad for arguing

-He hugs you and wipes away your tears,  telling you it’s okay

-The rest of the night is peaceful and calm

-You both cuddle almost the whole night


Kaito Momota

-Sometimes his anger gets the best of him.

-This was one of those times.

-He did not mean to hurt you..

-As soon as he saw you crying, he felt guilty.

-He felt terrible.

-He offers to help you up, but you tell him to leave you alone

-…

-He definitely won’t forgive himself for hurting you.

-You probably hate him..He hurt you!

-You don’t.  You get up and gently push him, jokingly

-He’s shocked to see your tears have been replaced with laughter

- You instantly forgive him.


Ryoma Hoshi

-Lets be real.

-Can he even rEACH YOU TO PUSH YOU???

-THE MAN IS SMOL

-JUST HIM TRYING WOULD MAKE YOU LAUGH SO MUCH YOU FORGET WHY YOU BOTH WERE EVEN FIGHTING

Drarry coming out
  • Draco and Harry: Umm... we are dating. Please don't be mad and just try to accept us. *Sweats nervously*
  • Hermione: Finally!
  • Pansy: Finally! I knew it!!!
  • Ron: Finally! Bloody hell it took you guys a long time to finally realize you were practically in love with each other.
  • Blaise: Duh
  • Mcgonigal: Finally!
  • Snape: Obviously
  • Dumbledore: Good for you. Took you long enough
  • Lucius & Narcissa: Finally!
  • Everyone (dead or alive): Finally!
  • Voldemort: FINALLY, MY OTP IS CANNON! I REPEAT MY OTP IS CANNON!

Let’s talk about how long tonight is. how long every night is. how long it’s been since we’ve talked. let’s talk like it’s okay for me to miss you.

because I do. miss you, that is. i miss how you read my poems and got mad when they were hurtful and how you messaged me every night even if it was for something that maybe will send me to hell. i miss how you used to look at me before all this, like I meant something. i miss how you acted when I told you I was talking to other people and maybe you were just trying to trick me into sending you things too but I don’t care because fuck it felt nice to mean something.

my problem now is there’s someone else who’s nice and kind and doesn’t come with a warning sign. someone who seems a lot like safety. someone who walks with me in the hallway and doesn’t get mad when I overreact. and god it would be so easy to go somewhere with this. it would never hurt like it does now.

but he’s not you. and I can pretend like that doesn’t matter but thinking of his lips against mine doesn’t feel right and I just don’t want to get it wrong anymore.

i just don’t want to miss you anymore.

—  yeah because I’m sure this will change something– lily rain

Amongst all the other madness in the new No Other Way video we were stoked to announce the addition of @krookedskateboarding’s Ronnie Sandoval to the family. Hell yeah, buddy! We’re hyped to have you rollin’ in the van. Watch Ronnie & all the boys crush it in #VansNOW on Thrasher. 

🎥: Ryan Lovell & Cody Green

I was talking to this girl who was mad that i was a feminist and she said “I just want men and woman to be equal” and I just sat there and said “what the hell do you think feminism is?”

Firefly  {Sentence Starters}

  • “I remember everything. I remember too much.”
  • “Well, you were busy trying to get yourself lit on fire. It happens.”
  • “That’s… that’s quite a lot of blood, isn’t it?”
  • “You shut the hell up right now, or so help me, I will shut you up.”
  • “No. This must be what going mad feels like.”
  • “Well, my days of not taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle.”
  • “Don’t fall asleep now. Sleepiness is weakness of character, ask anyone.”
  • “And the last thing you see will be my blade.”
  • “Yeah, but you don’t even like me. Why’d you come back?”
  • “How did your brain even learn human speech? I’m just so curious.”
  • “I don’t know what you’re planning on doing, but I’m trusting you.”
  • “Someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill ‘em right back!”
  • “We’re fragile creatures. It takes less than a pound of pressure to cut skin.”
  • “I’m still free. You can’t take the sky from me.”
  • “We will rule over all this land, and we will call it… This Land.”
  • “Here’s a little concept I’ve been working on. Why don’t we shoot her first?”
  • “I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you.”
  • “We have done the impossible, and that makes us mighty.”
  • “I need this man to tear all my clothes off.”
  •  I’m trying to put this as delicately as I can: How do I know you won’t kill me in my sleep?”
  • “We are just too pretty for God to let us die.”
  • “If I ever kill you, you’ll be awake, you’ll be facing me, and you’ll be armed. “
  • “If you die, can I have your share?”
  • “I believe that woman’s plannin’ to shoot me again.”
  • “It doesn’t matter where you go, or how far you fly, I will hunt you down.”
  • “Did he just go crazy and fall asleep?”