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rodolfo66  asked:

Top comedy movies?

I’m going to go with my top 10 since there’s no specific number limiting me and I can be as self indulgent as I want. Thanks rodolfo66!

1) Back to the Future

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2) Zombieland

Originally posted by subwaytocalifornia

3) Easy A

Originally posted by indie-cinema

4) City Lights

Originally posted by oldhollywoodcinema

5) Beetlejuice

Originally posted by playbill

6) 21 Jump Street

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7) Groundhog Day

Originally posted by gifhogday

8) Pitch Perfect

Originally posted by treacherousswonderlandd

9) Men in Black

Originally posted by gifsontherun

10) Planes, Trains, & Automobiles

Originally posted by rrrick

Thanks again for the ask!

anonymous asked:

I'm just imagining Harry and Draco as dads, having a "duel" for a three-year-old Scorpius, just casting the brighest and prettiest spells they know, while Teddy watches and makes his hair change to match the sparkles in the air of their living room. They're all laughing and afterwards Harry makes them all hot chocolate (except Draco, who always has coffee, for some godforsaken reason).

This is honestly the cutest thing ever! Just one things though, i’m almost certain Draco’s a posh tea person and Harry’s the coffee lover.

bloom-cakes  asked:

♡♡♡ the golden age that never was

:D

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‘I understand that you were rarely permitted healing,’ Pitch said calmly. ‘I know what to expect.’

Jack’s fingers hovered at the hem of his shirt. He knew that Pitch wouldn’t make him. He knew there was even stuff they could do, and he wouldn’t have to take his shirt off at all. But he also knew that Pitch wanted him to do this, and even though the rest of the time he mostly ignored what Pitch wanted, in this room, he felt obliged.

He met Pitch’s gaze, and then took a breath and unbuttoned his shirt quickly. He wished his fingers would move slower, he wished that he would fumble the buttons, and that Pitch would tell him it didn’t matter.

Instead, he slipped the shirt off his shoulders, took a breath – held it – and then turned around.

There were no words of condemnation, nor anything like a gasp of horror or disgust. But the silence stretched for long enough that Jack was certain he’d done the wrong thing.

‘Look, I’m-’ Jack said.

He lurched forwards when he felt fingertips ghosting over some of the ridges, and was surprised when Pitch let him move away.

‘Oh, Jack,’ Pitch said.

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Jack: Yeah! He goes to our high school (he’s a year older) 
Jack: And yeah, he helps me with my homework sometimes

anonymous asked:

Same anon- Sorry if my ask was not clear enough. I was wondering if you could write something for the au where Nico is a child of Apollo and Will is the son of hades. You don't have to of course. Hope that makes a bit more sense!

  • Nico never understood why Will Solace was was always in the shadows and trying to be hidden. His last name, Solace, literally meant comfort and cheer.
  • Not that he hasn’t seen Will happy before, it was just rare. He would catch Will smiling as he sat on Zeus’ fist watching the sun set. Besides that, he hasn’t seen Will smile in a while.
  • At sunset Nico went to Zeus’ fist. Will was there, watching the set starting to set. Nico walked over to him and smiled a bit, glad to see a smile on Will’s face.
  • “Hey Will.” Nico greeted. 
  • Will looked at Nico for a brief moment before looking at the sunset again. “You’re back again di Angelo.”
  • “I know. You know you don’t have to be alone all the time.” Nico told him. 
  • “I like being alone.” Will told him. “I don’t hurt anyone.”
  • Nico walked closer and sat on a little part of the rock. He looked at Will. “What do you mean hurt? Did you lose someone?” 
  • “Nothing.” Will said, putting his defenses up. “Forget it.”
  • Nico reached up and touched Will’s hand, surprised that Will didn’t pull away. Looking up, he saw Will just watching the sky turn blue to deep orange. 
  • “Are you coming to camp fire?” Nico asked. 
  • “No. I’m just going to go to my cabin.” Will replied.
  • “That depressing place you call a cabin?” Nico scoffed.
  • “Depressing? I designed that cabin myself.” Will replied. “Your cabin is the depressing one.”
  • “How is the Apollo cabin depressing?” Nico asked. “Yours is literally pitch black.”
  • “Cause it’s too cheerful. Too bright.” 
  • Nico laughed. “At least it doesn’t look like a dungeon.”
  • “Yes, because my cabin is where I torture people.” Will rolled his eyes. “I’m going to go back to my cabin.”
  • Nico pulled on his hand, not wanting Will to go yet. He didn’t want Will to be alone for so long. He knew what it was like to lose someone and he knew how hard it was to move on.
  • Will looked at him, raising an eyebrow at him, curious with what he was doing. 
  • “Just stay for a bit and if my singing is really horrible, I understand why you leave.” Nico smiled a bit, trying to make a joke. 
  • Will took a deep breath and nodded, hoping that Nico would leave him alone after the camp fire. 
  • But he didn’t know how much longer he could keep his secret. It’s been eating him up inside and allowing him to push people away. People who might care about him. 
  • Nico was the only one who kept fighting back. He kept showing up every once in a while even if he didn’t want Will to see him. But, he appreciated it. 
  • But would he ever be able to tell anyone his secret? That he killed his own mother on accident?
  • Will watched as an outline of a smile appeared on Nico’s face as he dragged him to the camp fire. Maybe he’ll tell Nico, one day when he finally had the courage.

Shush, Pitchiner.

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Birthday Surprise (Taeyong x Reader)

Originally posted by nct127


“He was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago, where is he?” You mentally asked yourself, looking down at your phone to check if there were any missed calls or messages.  

Tapping your heel against the leg of the table, you let out a frustrated sigh. It was half past nine and you had decided to go out for dinner with Taeyong since it was your birthday. Of course, you were the one who had made the reservations and did everything even though it was your special day since he rarely took time out of his busy schedule to prepare something for you. 

Even if it was your birthday. You took a sip of your water and mentally prayed that he came soon before the restaurant closed and you were asked to leave.

Taking a deep breath in and flattening out your hair, you tried to think optimistically though the annoying part of your brain nagged you that he had forgotten. Although, he didn’t occasionally take time out for you, Taeyong still treated you very well and was an amazing person, even if he didn’t show his affection for you very often. 

Just then interrupting your thoughts, you heard the restaurant door open, making you get up with a huge smile on your face. But when you saw who it was, your smile instantly dropped. It wasn’t him. Instead it was his close friend, Johnny who had a small, warm smile on his face as he looked at you. You softly smiled at him back and waved as he came closer to you. 

He chuckled and said, “You don’t look too happy to see me _________.” 

You shook your head and smiled, “It’s nothing like that, I’ve just been waiting for Taeyong to come for a while now so I was a little disappointed that it wasn’t him, I mean, I guess I can’t lie there.” 

You both lightly laughed and he stuck his hands in his pockets as he replied, “Well that was one of the reasons why I came here to pick you up because our lovely T-yongie couldn’t come for tonight cause he’s been up at the studios finishing up with some recordings.” 

And just like the other times, he had bailed on you, you shouldn’t have been surprised. Why should you be, when you knew that this was going to happen?

 “It’s okay, just take a deep breath” you thought to yourself and you closed your eyes letting out a big breath then reopened them saying, 

“Okay, that’s alright I understand.” 

You let out a small, lifeless laugh looking out the big restaurant windows murmuring, “You guys do have an album coming soon, I shouldn’t be selfish.” 

Johnny looked at you with concern and lightly touched your elbow, “Are you okay ________?” 

You nodded with a fake smile even though the both you knew you weren’t. But it was whatever now. Besides, what difference would your feelings make anyways? 

Taeyong was probably as usual going to stay at the studio until 3-4am, letting time fly by as he helped the composers/lyricists tweak things. Then he would come home, go right up to your room and pass out instantly beside you while you were already asleep after becoming tired of waiting for him. The next morning, he would wake up around 8 and freshen up, accidentally waking you in the process and mutter, “Shit. I totally forgot. I’m so sorry ________ I had to-“

You’d wave him off as usual and say that it was fine and you knew that he was busy and that they could go out some time during the week. But of course, you never had the time, or well he never had the time. 

This had been going on for a while now, ever since NCT had debuted and Taeyong had been claimed as a rising talented rapper in the music industry. Though you were glad that the fame had never reached his head, you still wished that you could spend more time with him. Rather than just having a rushed ten minute breakfast with him some mornings and waking up in the middle of the night to find him holding you and softly snoring.   

“Okay, you obviously haven’t ate yet,” Johnny interrupted your thoughts, “So where do you wanna go?” 

You shook your head and smiled at him, “It’s alright i’m not that hungry, I’ll just eat something at home.” 

“No, missy, you have to eat and that’s that, i’m not taking anymore excuses.” He looked at you sternly like a father would while walking with you outside the restaurant. 

You lightly laughed at his expression and new nickname for you then replied, “Okay fine, I’ll just get a cheeseburger with a Mcflurry or something.” 

With that you both got in his car and drove off to McDonald’s. But instead of going towards the non yellow McDonald’s sign, Johnny took a different turn and was going in the opposite direction which confused you. He noticed your expression and said, “Oh, I forgot my wallet at the studio so I was just gonna pick that up first.” 

You thought nothing of it since you knew that Johnny and the rest of the older guys from the group always insisted on paying for everything since you were Taeyong’s first girl-friend and he would probably never “find another” like you. Also he was pretty forgetful because you remembered the first time you had met, he had to rush off immediately right after since he had forgotten to pick his family up from the airport. 

“Do you have an aux (aucks) wire?” You randomly asked.

 “A what?” 

“An aux wire, you know like for playing music from the phone.”

Johnny rolled his eyes and replied, “You mean an auxiliary cord.” 

“It’s the same thing John-hoe.”

He glared at your nickname that was a mashup of his first name in korean and english and pulled the cord out of the glovebox, handing it to you at the red light, letting you plug it into your phone. “What song do you wanna listen to?” You asked him. 

“Hmmmm…. How about some Rae Sremmurd?” He answered with a smile. You shook your head knowing what song he wanted to hear since it was Taeyong’s and basically most of the other NCT member’s favourite song as well.

Ass fat, yeah I know, you just got cash? Blow sum mo, blow sum mo” 

You laughed as Johnny yelled out the lyrics, singing in a higher pitch than Nicki and for once, you realized you actually felt good today. It felt nice to have a friend when you were feeling down. Someone who was a goof like Johnny and in a way, it made you miss your friends back home since they used to do stuff like this all the time. 

Soon enough you reached the famous SM building, with it’s tall frame and logo out on a concrete sign in front. Johnny parked right out front in the small parking lot. He turned off the car and took the key out of ignition, looking at up at you, making his soft, brown hair flop in front of his face. 

“I’ll be back in a quick second, okay? Just stay right there.” 

You almost snorted but just rolled your eyes instead at what he said because honestly, where could you go at 10pm in the far side of downtown? Nevertheless, you listened and pulled out your phone to check and respond to any late birthday texts/calls. Fifteen minutes passed by and Johnny still hadn’t come back. It shouldn’t have taken that long to grab his wallet unless he was really having trouble. 

All of a sudden, someone knocked on your window and you screamed, holding your fist up while looking out. Of course, it was none other than the town idiot, Donghyuk laughing at you outside. 

You opened your door and whisper-yelled, “YA! What the hell are you doing in the middle of the night!?!” 

He laughed even more, clutching his stomach, “Noona, y-you’re just too hilarious to scare” More laughter. “And I have something important to tell you.”

“What? You twit?!” You angrily responded still grumpy from being frightened. 

“Jyani hyung can’t find his wallet so he told me to come get you so wouldn’t have to wait outside by yourself.” 

You let out a sigh but got out of the car and said, “Lead the way then Dongsookie.” 

He scowled at you whining, “Noona, I told you not to call me that in public anymore!!” 

“Is there anyone around us right now?” 

“No but-“ 

“So it’s fine then.” You smirked at him and he glared at you, angrily walking up the steps. Nevertheless, you followed right behind him and walked into the dark building. Everyone had probably gone home or to dinner so again you didn’t think much. Donghyuk led you up the flight of stairs and you both walked down a creepy dimly lit hallway together. 

“Okay, be honest, am I in some horror movie or something? And is a zombie guy gonna pop out? I mean I wouldn’t mind if he was cute but still,l where are you leading me and is it to my death? If so, let me know so I can eat a Skors Mcflurry before I go.” 

He made a disgusted face, looking back at you. “Ew no, this isn’t the time to be thinking of your weird fantasies noona. And I don’t know what you’re on today but zombies don’t exist but these hallway lights just need to be changed, that’s it. Besides, if I really wanted to do that, I could have done it ages ago.”

You smiled, wanting to laugh at his sassy reaction but at the same time smack his head and walked in first when he opened the door. 

“Johnny? Young-hoe? Are you in here?” You asked in the pitch blackness. Where was the light switch in here anyways? All of a sudden, you heard the door click behind you and realized that Donghyuk had locked it. Oh god you were really gonna die and Donghyuk had lied, he was part of the zombie crew. The world was going to end on your birthday, before you could even get married and have kids. Making you wish you would’ve listened to Johnny properly and stayed in the car. 

“Donghyuk?! Johnny!? Why’d you lock me in here?!?  Did you lie to me!? You’re really gonna let me die here aren’t you?!?!” You start to tear up slightly as you banged on the wall to get someone to open the door since you were extremely afraid of the dark. 

“Happy birthday to you” a low, enticing voice sang from the darkness.

You stopped tearing up and instantly, your heartbeat quickened. You could tell who’s voice it was even from a hundred miles away. 

“Happy birthday to you” It sang again from behind you, making you turn around.

Then a spotlight shined in the middle of the dance-room and you saw him. Dressed casually yet cool as usual in a striped blue shirt with track-pants and his face covered with a bouquet of flowers, was none other than your boyfriend, Lee Taeyong. 

“Happy birthday dear ________. Happy birthday to you.” 

You smiled, this time, the tears in your eyes were from happiness instead of fear as he removed the flowers from his stunning face and smiled at you cheekily. 

He had remembered. 

The lights turned on now and you heard a loud “SURPRISE!” before you saw all of your friends and the NCT members surrounding you with smiles on their faces. 

Taeyong walked up to you quietly until he was a breath away, saying through all the noise, “I didn’t forget about the restaurant, that was just a set-up. And I know you love surprises. Also, since you were feeling home-sick, I invited some of your friends from _________. And we-”

You cut him off by throwing your hands around his neck and kissing him. Feeling his warm lips curve into a smile, you felt like you were on cloud-nine.

 Once you pulled back, he had a smile on his face as he murmured, “Damn. I should start surprising you more often just to get a reaction like that to happen again.” 

You laughed, smacking his arm and laid your fore-head on his whispering, “I love it all and I love you.” Taeyong smiled wider at this and kissed you softly then whispered on your lips, “I love you too.”

It occurs to me that I can finally post this! I mean, I’ve introduced almost all of the family by this point, might as well. :D This’ll be going up as the main site banner tonight!

The grass needs some work and I should probably redo the wording. But eh. Welcome from the Pitch Family!

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this is your heart (can you feel it)

Pairing: Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin
Rating: Teen | wc: ~3k
Summary: “Three weeks of living together, and it wasn’t terrible. Bellamy was infallibly quiet whenever he left for early morning scouting shifts, and she’d finally managed to convince him to go right back to sleep when someone called her for a late night medical emergency instead of going with her. He was tidier than she was–too often she had to scrounge for her clothes on his side of the room, muttering apologies as she did so–but she had the upper hand on making small talk. Often it was just about what was next on their list for surviving the winter, but still, she made the effort.” { or, the ark never makes it down, winter comes to the ground, and clarke & bellamy find themselves living together }


Winter was setting in, and they had just finished the cabins in time. The morning they put the door on the last one, there was frost coating the leaves hanging over the camp wall. Soon enough, the dropship’s sides were going to be coated in ice; at least now the delinquents wouldn’t be. Clarke knew frostbite could still be a problem, but significantly less with the new shelters.

It wasn’t until they were getting everyone settled that Monty asked, “Wait, which one is yours?”

Clarke halted in directing two girls to their assigned cabin. “Huh. I don’t know, actually.”

Monty raised his eyebrows. “How did you not put yourself somewhere? You’ve been obsessing over who to put with who ever since Raven and Miller drew up the plans for the cabins.”

“You try making a hundred teenagers room together and keep track of your own shit at the same time. If I had to fend off one more request for this person or that person, or shut down a complaining tirade–”

Holding up his hands, Monty shushed her. “Alright, alright. I’m just saying, we should figure out where you’re going to live. And if you say ‘later’, I’m going to stick you with Jasper.”

Clarke rolled her eyes, but sighed in capitulation. “Honestly, I don’t think there’s room left in any of the cabins, and since I’m going to be practically living in the dropship anyways for medical, I’ll just stay there. The second floor is insulated, so I won’t freeze.”

“You should have someone around,” Monty said softly. He paused in sorting some blankets, and when she didn’t do the same, she felt him tug on her arm.

Acquiescing, she stopped and looked him square on. “I’ll be fine, Monty, really.” Then she smiled wryly and added, “Besides, at the rate these idiots get hurt, I doubt I’ll ever have a minute to myself.”

Monty tried to look disapproving, but she could see the amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Fine. But I am definitely going to make you have a sleepover in our cabin once in awhile so you are properly socialized.”

Clarke smacked him lightly on the arm, and they were both smothering laughter as they resumed their sorting.

Later that night, when everyone was finally settled, Clarke retreated to her new home. Despite her exhaustion, she managed to complete an hour’s worth of work organizing medical. Thankfully no one had raided the supplies while she was busy with other things today. It was practically a miracle, and she trudged up to her bed on the second level, satisfaction settling low and warm in her gut.

This just may work out after all, she thought hazily as sleep claimed her.


“Trina needs to move cabins.”

Clarke didn’t even look up from pouring aliquots of Jasper’s new batch of medicinal moonshine (which was somehow less strong than the batches he made for nights around the campfire, go figure) at Bellamy’s declaration. “No.”

“Clarke.”

No one is switching cabins. That was the rule, and it’s the rule I’ve had to repeat pretty much every day since we moved everyone in. No exceptions.”

“Clarke, she needs to move.”

The seriousness in his tone finally made her glance up. He was looking down at her with a little bit of pleading, and it softened his face in a way she hadn’t seen in awhile. The approach of winter had been daunting for both of them; the dangers they would face from the frigid weather didn’t leave much room for anything other than planning, preparing, and worrying. Clarke searched his expression for another minute; the genuineness she saw there convinced her, enough to even prevent asking more questions. She trusted his judgement, so with a simple shrug, she said, “Alright.”

His eyes widened slightly in surprise at her agreement, and then he nodded. As he turned to walk away, the next logical thought hit her. “Wait!” she called out. “Who’s she switching with?”

“She’s not switching,” he answered over his shoulder, still moving back to the yard. “She’s taking my spot.”

“Wait, what?”

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Not That Biased IV

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / JB / Jinyoung 

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1,751

Summary: You work at JYP as an analyst and are assigned to help a group of idols with their new collaboration song. Both Junior and JB are assigned to the project – very distracting, as you bias Junior. All of this would be fine though, if only that Im Jaebeom weren’t such a pain in your ass.


Originally posted by wuseokkie


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the-candy-van asked me to make a gemsona and this happened instead whoops 

My pen tablet has been acting up so I had to pump these out on my ipad (let’s all face to the left bc I’m working on different nose shapes)

Part 1 | Part 2 (soon)

anonymous asked:

that preview oh my god jack please. i remember you saying jack did not wanna open up at all but i really could not imagine this lol (the whole situation is really funny to me for some reason to on one hand i wanna cry for jack but he's also such a little shit that it makes me laugh bless you for writing him so well <3)

NO YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND HE IS LITERALLY DRIVING ME UP THE WALL

LIKE I EXPECTED SOME RESISTANCE AND INSTEAD I AM LIKE MENTALLY ARM WRESTLING WITH A BURNED OUT ICE BOY WHO IS DETERMINED TO SAY NOTHING AND BE A SHIT ABOUT IT

I didn’t sign up for this who wrote this stupid fanfic in the first place fire them

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a post Tennessee Teacakes drabble in which Santa and his little elves get food poisoning and Mum thinks it’s all her fault

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december 24, 2024

It’s a record breaking blizzard this Christmas Eve. With airports closed from Boston to Charlotte, thousands of travelers are stranded for the holiday. The question on every child’s mind? Can Santa’s sleigh brave the snow? Meteorologists say it’ll be a Christmas miracle! I’m Cesar Ramirez with 7 News. Claudia, back to you.

Grace sighs and looks away from her computer and back to her mixer, the brown sugar and butter creaming together nicely. She tries not to let the winter storm hitting the east coast get her down, but all the closings and delays meant her family wouldn’t be making their annual Christmas trek across the pond. With Anne and Robin in Wales with Gemma’s boyfriend’s family, this holiday is shaping up to be a quiet one in the Styles house.

(As quiet as it could be with three little boys running around.)

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anonymous asked:

I just saw that you had posted a preview and my face was litterally this --> :D the entire time I was reading. My cheeks hurt thanks for that

Glad you enjoyed it!

I’ve actually tentatively finished the chapter and it just needs a good edit and to go off for beta. Chapter weighs in at like 7000 words and it really is just them talking the entire time. *head desks*

Like guys, guys, this is a long fucking story and I’d like to move the plot along please like that’s important we got big things coming and Pitch is like ‘yeah I just want to have a chat with Jack first’ and Jack like ‘fuck your chat and fuck this Palace and fuck everything’ and honestly I feel like these two are about a minute away from being cats in a stand-off staring competition at any point in the story.

Bound Hearts

miss-astrid-frost  eliza-lou-riley(Here’s an optional starter for a RP? Slave!Au?)

“Chief Hiccup, as celebration to your inauguration to Chief, I, Pitch Black, give you this gift as a token of friendship from my village.” The chief of a neighboring village pronounced proudly within the large throne hall. He snapped his fingers and all eyes were drawn to two warriors that walked forward, leading a slave with them by two chains. 

The slave walked slowly forward obediently, and kept his gaze to the ground in submission. Each wrist was captive to a golden cuff as well as one on each ankle. There was a golden cuff around his neck as well, and the chain that led him threaded through the neck cuff and split down to the cuffs on his wrists. The crowd in the room murmured in awe at him. He was dressed in light, golden silk and lace that draped over and around him, barely covering his body.  His hair was white and his skin pale and unblemished, save for his back, which had healed, white scars cris-crossing it, from being whipped. He had golden studs in his ears and was absolutely beautiful. Once they reached the foot of the throne, the beauty of a slave knelt obediently on his knees between the two guards leading him, his gaze staring at the floor.

“This is your gift for your pleasure, I hope you find him acceptable?” Pitch Black asked, and the slave inwardly flinched at his old master’s silky voice.