band name t shirts

lover-of-losers  asked:

The losers start a band

- It’s Richie’s idea

- He comes up with it when they have a karaoke night in Bills garage

- Beverly gets super excited and makes everyone t-shirts

- The bands name is The Losers Club (obviously)

- Mike plays the keyboard and loves to prank them with it by turning it to sound effect mode mid practice

- Bill plays bass guitar and Stan absolutely fan girls over him

- Taking pictures Stan is the manager and tells everyone what to do constantly saying he gets 15% even though they don’t even make money yet

- Ben plays the drums because he likes the beats and tries to match his poems to them

- Bev is a back up singer and she can also play electric guitar

- Eddie is a major groupie and screams for Richie all the time

- Eddie wears shirts that day I’m with the lead singer

- Bev and Richie dye the tips of their hair a different color every show

- Bill and Stan are caught making out in the bands van

- Eddie and Richie are less secretive and have kissed (nearly made out) in front of everyone at the concerts


- Bev sometimes kisses Ben on the cheek or pecs him on the lips in between brakes

- They actually become pretty popular in Derry and Surrounding towns so Stan and Eddie actually do make 15%

- (I’m just in love with groupie Eddie) he’s the best groupie bringing posters and t-shirts always cheering.

- Once someone pukes on Eddie and Richie stops mid show to help because Eddie is FREAKING out

- Bev paints everyone’s nails black except for Eddie who wants his bright pink so Richie gets his pinkie painted bright pink

- Mike gets TONS of girls

- Once a couple of girls flirt with Richie and Bill causing Eddie and Stan to get insanely jealous and run over towards them and kiss em right on the lips

- The band produces an album that is pretty popular but they decide to break it up because college is coming soon

- They always remember the band days as the best days of their lives


when Richie is a radio dj he finds their old album and plays it on the radio bragging about how there was this one groupie who was absolutely in love with him

Eddie hears it on the radio as he drives home from work to him and Richie’s apartment and absolutely fangirls bringing out all his old groupie stuff out


Characters: Seth Rollins x Female Reader

Summary: You and Seth are the best of friends. He’s been there for you through every breakup, problem, and hiccup in your life as have you for him. He’s finally been given a day off and you guys plan to hang out back home at his place. You both come to find out your true feelings for each other have been there all along. Fluffy smut.

I grinned to myself excitedly as I neared Seth’s home, it being way too long since the last time we’ve hung out. He’s been so busy with his wrestling career, traveling all around the world while I stayed at home, shamelessly watching him from my tv. I missed him. I felt warm inside even thinking about how it’d feel to finally be in his arms, hugging him again. Seth and I have been close for as long as I can remember, actually meeting through a mutual friend years back.

He’s always looked out for me, like an older brother, I guess. I don’t know what I’d do without him all these years. I pulled into his ridiculously large driveway and parked out by his car. I hopped out the seat, ecstatic that I’d be face to face with my best friend again. I wanted to catch him up with everything that’s happened while he was away, while wanting to hear about all the “babes” (as he calls them) he’s met while being in different countries and such.

I rung the long chiming doorbell that sounded all too familiar as I heard it from inside the house. He soon opened it, greeting me with a toothy grin.

“Hey!” He exclaimed, wasting no time before pulling me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, closing my eyes and breathing in his scent that I missed way too much. We stayed like that for what felt like forever. I pulled away and hit his arm playfully.

“Let me inside, loser.” He rolled his eyes and shoved me back before stepping aside and closing the door as I walked in. Kevin, his dog, routinely ran up to greet me. Seth did leave me to babysit Kevin while he was away, coming over to his empty home to feed him and keep him a little company. I’d even have the dog just stay over my house, as months of Seth being away was a really long time for a pet to be on it’s own.

I picked Kevin up and kissed his nose, looking up at Seth before teasing him about how his dog loved me more. That’s something I’d always tease him about anytime his dog showed me any love. We walked over to the couch that sat in his lounge room, and I immediately got comfortable, as did Seth. My legs were long across his lap as I leaned back against the couch. His hands squeezed my ankles occasionally and I looked up at him when he hadn’t noticed. His messy black hair was pulled back in a low, unofficial bun. He had on a loose black t-shirt with the name of an obscure band on it, and black sweatpants to match. He let his beard grow back, that probably being my favorite thing about him. I always told him his beard looked good, and he seemed to take it in a non weird way. We’ve always felt comfortable enough to compliment each other though, even when it seemed more flirty than a friend talking to a friend.

“Tell me about the tour.” I broke the silence, taking his attention away from the television.

He turned towards me and smiled, “it was great. Tiring, but great. Everyone’s been loving this shield thing, you know. It’s too bad Ro couldn’t join us. But, I really enjoyed it.” He danced his fingers over my calves.

“How were the girls?” I asked softly out of curiosity. I glanced up at him with a knowing look.

He gave me another look, a smirk almost playing on his lips. “Well, they were very, very beautiful.” He admitted, looking up at me for a reaction. I didn’t give him one as I nodded in response. I tapped my fingers against my arm as I wondered to myself why that bothered me so much. I get friend-jealous, I mean that happens with everyone every once in awhile but it weirdly sucked to hear him talk about these women.

“I didn’t… like, sleep with them.”

My head snapped up to him. Why would he tell me that? Did he sense my reaction? I forced myself to play cool and furrowed my brows.

“Um, okay? I don’t care, weirdo.” I laughed it off and pulled my legs off him to pull my knees into my chest. He didn’t say anything back as he just looked at me. I picked up the remote and turned the background noise to something else, desperately wanting to shift from what was happening.

“Any new guys?” He asked suddenly, his voice almost sounding like he wasn’t ready for the answer. I licked my lips and shrugged, shaking my head. “I mean, not really. Just one. But… he was lame. Ended up being a one time thing.” I met my eyes with his as I neared the end of my sentence. I don’t know why he suddenly cared about this kind of thing. I don’t know why I did either. Of course we asked things like that but this time it felt… different.

“Oh.” He nodded, looking away.

“You’re being weird.” I blurted out. I’d always been a blunt person when it came to him and I never liked when I didn’t know what was on his mind. He intertwined his fingers together, his elbows on his knees as he sat perched on the couch. He turned his head to the side towards me.

“Weird how? You’re being… weird.”

“Stop. Tell me right now what’s on your mind.”

He sighed as he sat up straighter, looking ahead of him again. I watched his jawline define as he clenched his teeth, shrugging one of his shoulders slightly. “It’s nothing,” he said at first, knowing that wasn’t enough for me. “I don’t know… I guess I just missed you is all.” He said softly, sliding his palms against one another.

I raised my brows lightly as I tried to get him to look at me, scooting closer. He looked up to meet my gaze. “Well, I missed you too, of course. I didn’t know when I’d see my best friend again.” I said, feeling deep inside that he didn’t mean he missed me in that way, though.

No, that’s a silly thought. A silly, stupid thought and I was worrying what the hell had gotten into me.

But seeing him for the first time in nearly nine months heightened everything that I was feeling. Me being happy to be reunited with my best friend was turning into something else.

He said my name with a sigh and looked up at me again, his eyes intensely piercing into mine, reading me. He searched in my eyes and was looking for words, thinking of what to say next.

“I… I-” I shushed him, tired of being conflicted and confused.

“Don’t question it.” I told him, surprising myself at what I was saying and doing as I reached one of my hands up to the side of his face. He sighed into my touch and closed his eyes contently before opening them back up to give me a conflicted look. He soon though, put his hands up to the sides of my face, flashing one more look at me before leaning in for a kiss. My breath hitched as I let him, too frozen to lean in myself. I waited for his lips to meet mine, and oh, they did.

Our lips clashed and it may have been the most passionate kiss I’ve ever had. I furrowed my brows into the kiss as my hands were lost in his tied back hair. He put his hands to my back and pulled me close. His lips were so warm, and soft, it felt amazing. It felt… perfect. I never imagined myself having the most romantic kiss with my best friend. I pulled away slowly, him catching himself as he was desperately leaning in for more. I needed time and to catch my breath before I took any more of this.

I was out of breath, not knowing whether it was because the kiss was breathtaking or because the situation itself was enough to leave me in shock.

“Say something.” He said worriedly, his eyes frantically searching mine. His hands were still to my back.

“Do it again.” I uttered under my breath. He wasted no time in leaning in again, his lips crashing against mine ten times more passionately. It felt like he was giving me the last kiss he’d ever have. I managed to keep up with him as our lips were perfectly in sync. I felt electrified all throughout my body at the excitement. The heat between my legs felt undeniably warm as this man was gripping onto me, making out with me and letting a sigh or a moan, I didn’t know what it was, hit my lips. He pulled away this time, taking my hand and I didn’t think as I followed him up the stairs and into his room. We resumed our exchange and he had me gently pushed against his bed, my back to it as he was leaning over me. I pulled out his hair tie and tangled my fingers in his hair as I never thought the kiss would end.

He pushed his large hand up under my shirt, and feeling the sudden contact made me shudder. He pulled back to look down for a reaction in my face, me showing no protest, but no invite either. I didn’t know how I should feel, or what we should do. What if this would be a mistake? What if this would turn into something ugly?

“Seth… what if we regret this?” I panted, breathless from the kiss and worry in my voice. I didn’t want to lose my long term friend over one stupid decision to give into our lustful thoughts. Though, this didn’t feel like lust. To me, it almost felt like love. And that could be a mistake. That could ruin everything.

“I would never regret something like this.” He looked down at me, his hand pulling my ruffled shirt back down. “But we don’t have to do this. I know. I know, it could ruin things.” He added, that warm, understanding look that he’d always give on his face. His stupid face.

“But I want this.” I sighed quietly, my words being a whisper that I’m surprised he even heard.

“I do too. Fuck, do I want this. It’s come out of nowhere, I don’t know what’s happening right now or how to even explain a little bit of how I’m feeling, but one thing I’m sure of is this.” He rambled on, his body still leaning over mine. My hands were at his sides and I found myself nodding slowly.

“Yeah?” He cooed, not hiding his excitement. I nodded again, quickly this time. He grinned and pulled my shirt up and over my head. My black bra was revealed to him, and he leaned down to press soft, open mouthed kisses up my stomach. I watched him, his touch feeling so nice, so warm. His hands squeezed my breasts through their bra. I pulled him down to battle my lips with his again, not being able to get over that kiss. He obliged, kissing me back with a gentleness that I’ve never seen from him before.

I pulled his shirt off him, stopping our kiss for a mere few seconds to stare at his hair ridden chest and chiseled abs. He smirked down at me, uttering a, “You like?” To which I rolled my eyes and reached my hand down to the bulge in his sweats. He groaned lowly, shutting his eyes as I continued to palm him through the fabric before simply ridding him of those as well. I pushed him off me to be the one that was atop him now. He loved the sudden position as he looked up at me in what looked like awe. He unclasped my bra from behind with ease, my breasts bouncing out lightly for him to see. He slid his warm hands up my back before pulling me down to meet one of my nipples with his mouth. I straddled his hips, his growing bulge poking my ass as I grinded back onto it.

He leaned his head back to let out a throaty groan. I couldn’t take the slowness as I crawled down him to pull his tight grey briefs from him. His shaft sprung out quickly before standing up, but it looked like he could get even harder. I looked up at him through my lashes before placing a wet kiss to the tip of his dick. He leaned up on his elbows and watched in interest, his teeth biting hard onto his lip.

I perked my ass up, my wetness growing through my shorts as I wrapped my lips fully around him, slowly bobbing my head down. My hand then met his shaft, pumping him slowly. I picked a brutally slow pace of sucking his dick as I just wanted to get him hard. Watching him was the most beautiful thing, though. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes, before not being able to miss the chance of seeing me, breasts out and ass perked up, wetting his now completely hard dick with my mouth.

His groans were low, and he never stopped looking at me. I finally pulled my mouth off him slowly, making a popping noise once his tip released from my tight lips. He grinned at me. “That was so sexy.” He then wrapped his hand around his own self, pumping slowly as he watched me pull my shorts and underwear down. Me questioning everything was over as each thing I did felt so easy, so fluid with him. Though this was the first time he’s seen me naked, I didn’t even want to cover up. The way he looked at me built a warm feeling inside me. It was like he couldn’t believe his eyes. Like he were admiring me.

I reached in his bedside table where I just knew he’d have a condom and slipped it on him quickly. Crawling back up to him, we kept eye contact as his tip hit against my entrance slowly. He took his bottom lip into his mouth and I eased onto him, his thickness taking me by surprise.

“You got it baby, come on.” He encouraged softly, rubbing my thigh gently before giving my ass cheek a squeeze. I finally took in his whole size and put my hands against his chest as I began to move. I rocked my hips against him and both of his large hands were sitting at my hips, and the sides of my ass. I let out a whisper of a moan as my pace increased. I rotated, lifted, and rocked my hips all in one and was going faster each time. Moans escaped my mouth left and right and Seth was enjoying watching every minute of it.

He sat up quickly, his arms now wrapping around my waist. He pulled me close to his chest and my knees were on either side of him as he began assisting me, his hands pulling me up and down on his dick.

“That’s it. That’s so good, baby.” He groaned into my ear. His tone was gentle, like he were praising me. I panted out another moan and threw my head back. My chest was pulled close against his, our flesh feeling sticky as we both were sweating. I engulfed him in an embrace, whimpers escaping my mouth. He then took my hips into his hands, pulling me up and down against him effortlessly. My movements were useless as I just sat on him, taking what he was giving me. Waves of pleasure washed inside me and I buried my face into the crook of his neck, holding onto him tightly.

“You’re so thick, my g- oh my gosh.” I whimpered into his ear. He placed a wet kiss against my neck in response. That’s when the pace changed.

“Baby, let’s try this.” He told me softly.

He shifted our bodies, never slipping out of me as he was leaning over me again, my back against the bed.  He had slowed his thrusts, them now being hard and slow. After each time he carefully slammed into me, he took a second, pushing himself all the way in, making me feel him before pulling out slightly to thrust himself in again. His hips skillfully pressed all the way against mine. I wrapped my arms around him and embraced him, his chest stuck to mine. He slid his arms underneath me, holding me in the same manner. It felt amazing to have him hold me like that, like we were holding on to each other for dear life and didn’t plan on letting go.

He was pushing deep inside me, and I felt him everywhere. His slow, yet impactful thrusts continued and he soon reached my spot, which he noticeably had been trying to find. He sent me a look of satisfaction once he knew he reached it and kept angling himself there. I dug my nails into his biceps and furrowed my brows together at the feeling. Every thrust made my body shake, pleasure shooting through me as sweet whimpers left my mouth from underneath him.

“You look so good like that. You’re so good. Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful.” He panted, his eyes swimming in mine as he looked down at the expressions on my face. His was voice deep and dark as he fought for breath after each thrust he gave. I’d never been fucked like this before. It almost didn’t even feel like fucking. It felt like we were making love. Maybe that’s what we were doing. Making love.

I gripped onto the backs of his shoulders and he leaned down for another kiss, this one being more sloppy, but I still felt the passion. I felt my orgasm nearing and my moans said it all. I fluttered my eyes open at him above me. He looked so beautiful, sexy, and unlike any other time I’d ever seen him. My eyes have been opened about this man and he was giving me an earth shattering, toe curling, neighbor waking orgasm as my back arched up off the bed. He didn’t stop his slow, hypnotizing thrusts as I shuddered underneath him. He placed gentle, lingering kisses along my jaw as he sloppily neared his climax.

He shut his eyes tightly and threw his sweaty hair back with a flick of his head movement, the loudest, dirtiest grunt leaving his mouth. “Shiiit!” He exclaimed as he came. I watched the muscles in his arms contract and relax as he rode out the climax, my hands brushing up and down comfortingly against him. My heat was overly sensitive by now but the excessive pleasure was worth it as I watched him come undone.

He finally collapsed down against my chest, panting against me. Silence filled the room and I pushed his sweaty hair that was stuck to his forehead back. I felt him softening inside me, and he glanced up at me with that warm smile.

I pulled him up to kiss me once again. Neither of us knew what this meant. But we had to know that things would change. Definitely for the better. He pulled me into a warm embrace, rubbing up and down my back.

Our afternoon ended in cuddling, wrapped up in the sheets and our legs entangled together. We both knew we had to address the lingering questions, “what does this make us? What happens now?” But just for tonight, the silence, embracing, and occasional kisses were all we needed. That night, we definitely made love, and it was definitely going to happen again.

King’s Crown Bar

Smutty smut smut about older Bughead living in New York. AU. Possible multi-part. Smut. SMUT. You’ve been warned.

Betty Cooper smoothed her skirt over her thighs as she opened the heavy door to the dark bar.

It was her second week in New York City -  she had spent every waking moment in her office. She wanted to come straight to New York after she graduated high school, but her mother insisted she went to North Western, as they had one of the best Journalism programs in the country. She spent all her time studying and missed out on building relationships with people.

It was her first night of freedom, and there was only one thing on her mind.

It was cool outside, so Betty had thrown her worn leather jacket over her outfit. Once she was inside, a wave of humidity overwhelmed her. She shrugged her jacket off, revealing a deep v-neck top, red as blood, as she strode to the stools lining the bar.

She chose one, second from the end, and eyed the man behind the counter. He had black jeans on and a t-shirt sporting the name of a band she’d never heard of. He put a well worn book down behind him as he strode over to her.

“What can I get you?” He asked her, brushing his hair back from his face.

“A cosmopolitan, please.” Betty answered, hooking her jacket over the back of the stool. She crossed her long legs as the bartender chuckled to himself.

She raised an eyebrow.

He shook his head as he poured her drink and set it before her in a whisky glass. “The dish washer quit yesterday. No clean martini glasses.” He quipped as he wandered away.

“This is fine.“ Betty said, pulling the coaster closer to her. She took a sip of her drink and eyed the bartender again. He was at the opposite end of the bar, pouring a tequila shot for an older woman in a jean jacket.

Betty unlocked the screen on her cellphone when it buzzed against her thigh. After a moment, an audible sigh escaped her mouth as she put her phone face-down against the counter. She downed half her drink as the bar tender came back to her side of the bar.

“Get stood up?” He asked gruffly.

“Sort of. Not that it’s any of your business, but my roommate was supposed to meet me, She’s decided to stay in with her girlfriend.”

“You want another drink?”

Betty bit the inside of her cheek. Really, she should just go home. But fuck it. She was here now. “Sure.”

“You new in town?” He asked as he made her concoction.

“Yeah,” Betty answered as he set the drink down in front of her. “I went to school in Illinois, continued living there for a few years after school ended. I wanted to come to New York for college, but - well, not important. I’m here now. Out of Riverdale. That’s all that matters.”

Jughead stared at her for a moment before opening his mouth. “Riverdale, New York?”

Betty nodded. “I’m surprised you’ve heard of it.”

“Heard of it? I lived there until I was seven. Then I moved to Toldeo.”

“Small world.” Betty took the cherry out of her drink and popped it into her mouth, her plump lips parting around the stem. She looked Jughead in the eye.

He held her gaze, a smirk forming on his lips until a large man a few stools down cleared his throat. “Yo, Jug, another beer.”

Jughead wandered toward the  man, pulling a beer from the fridge under the bar.

Betty took a sip of her cosmopolitan as a balding man with a tattoo on his head sat down beside her.

“Evenin’“ He commented, looking her up and down. “How much?”

Betty turned her head slowly. “Excuse me?”

“How much? Just for like, twenty minutes.”

Betty closed her eyes for a moment, trying to compose herself. Calmly, she got off the stool and grabbed her jacket. She picked up her half-full glass and splashed it in the strangers face.

She started to walk to the other end of the bar when she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. “You fuckin’ bitch, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Betty spun around, shoving the balding man’s chest. “Get the fuck off me,” She spat.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” Jughead yelled from behind the bar.

Betty held her jacket in her hands tightly. “Nothing.” She stated.

“This whore just threw her drink in my face!” He grabbed Betty by the shoulder again.

“I said get off me,” Betty muttered. There was venom in her voice.

“Larry, get the fuck out of here!” Jughead said, hopping over the bar. The balding man muttered something and headed out the door.

“Alright, we’re closing early, everyone get out.” Jughead said loudly.

Betty shrugged her leather jacket over her shoulders.

“Not you,” Jughead murmured as people cleared out of the bar.

“Won’t the owner be mad at you for closing early?” Betty asked.

“I am the owner.” Jughead answered as he followed the last person to the door and flipped the lock. He shut off all the lights but the one over the bar.

Betty took a seat at the bar and sighed.

“You want another drink?” He walked behind the bar.

“Oh, no, thanks. I’ll just pay and go.”

“No, you need to calm your nerves before you go anywhere.”

Betty didn’t argue. Jughead sat a glass of water down in front of her.

“You know, I only came out tonight because my roommate convinced me bars are a great place to meet guys. And the only one I met thought I was a prostitute.”

Jughead chuckled. “Bars are only a great place to meet guys if you’re looking for a one night stand.”

Betty grabbed a cherry from behind the bar. She popped it into her mouth. “Who says I’m not?”

Jughead cocked his eyebrow.

Betty took the cherry’s stem and put it in her mouth, needing only a moment before she placed the knotted stem back on the bar. She hopped off the stool and wandered behind the bar.

She was close enough to feel his body heat. She shrugged off her jacket once more and let it drop to her feet.

“I’m not looking for anything other than tonight,” Betty murmured.

Jughead didn’t respond with words - he cupped her cheek and roughly pulled her against him. His mouth covered hers, his hands wandered down to her hips, gripping. She parted her lips, allowing his tongue inside.

She leaned back, pulling her shirt over her head. He trailed kisses down her neck, sucking and nipping at her collarbone. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell between them as he ducked down, pulling her peaked nipple into his mouth.

She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off, kicking them away from her feet.

Jughead let a throaty growl escape his lips as he picked Betty up and placed her on top of the bar. “Fuck,” He murmured.

He kissed her roughly, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth. His hands wandered beneath her skirt, finding her entrance.

“You’re so wet,” He murmured quietly as he placed a finger inside her.

Betty looked at him through hooded eyes. She bit her lip as he placed another finger inside her.

“Jughead,” She murmured.

He rubbed her swollen clit as she reached for his jeans. “Take those off.” She ordered.

He did, kicking them off behind him. He placed two fingers against Betty’s lips. She opened her mouth, sucking his fingers, twirling her tongue against them.

He moaned, rubbing his slick fingers against Betty’s entrance. She leaned back against the bar, running a hand down her center.

Jughead looked her up and down, his eyes landing on a tattoo partially covered by her skirt.

“Is that cake?” Jughead asked, still eyeing her tattoo.

“Ch-chocolate cake slice.” Her breath caught in her throat. “But you can use it for target practice when we’re done.”

Jughead licked from her tattoo to her nipple, sucking and biting before moving to her neck.

“Fuck me,” She murmured, leaning forward to wrap her arms around Jughead’s neck. She reached inside his boxers, pumping.

Jughead spread Betty’s legs, taking himself out of his boxers. He held his erection, brushing it against Betty’s slick folds. He pushed himself inside her slowly as she wrapped her legs around him, allowing him deeper still.

“Fuck,” They murmured in unison.

He thrust against her, using his fingers to rub at her clit.

“Harder,” She moaned.

He fucked her roughly, biting at her neck.

She moaned, throwing her head back, tightening the lock on her legs.

He moved his hand to her neck, his fingers gripping, his thumb between her lips.

Betty licked and bit at his thumb until he moved it back down between her thighs.

“Fuck me like you hate me.”

Jughead arched an eyebrow at her.

“You heard me,” She murmured.

Jughead pulled her off the bar, bending her over in front of him. He reached his arm around her waist, holding her against him. He pounded into her over and over until she was screaming his name.

He continued to thrust into her, rubbing at her clit, until her knees were weak.

“Jughead,” She murmured as she reached her second high.

He had a fist full of her hair as she came again, her eyes closed. He waited until she opened them again.

“Turn around,” He instructed. He used her tattoo, as she suggested.

He pulled his jeans on as she wiped her tattoo clean. She found the pieces of her clothing, dressing herself quickly.

“Same time next week?” She cocked her eyebrow.

He smirked. “You know where to find me.”

Misfits Prologue

Summary: An introduction into your college life, including your room mates and your crush which you really shouldn’t have

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (ALTERNATE UNIVERSE)

Word Count: 1,679

Warnings: none, really

Notes: This is a demo fic, I’m not quite sure if I’ll continue it or not. This is a rushed prologue, but I hope you like it! This series won’t have much angst, sorry!

Originally posted by kamgm419


Sometimes life didn’t work out the way you wanted it to. Sometimes it worked exactly how you wanted it to. This was one of those times, and you aren’t exactly sure how you lucked out. Or how you are still lucky.


Your name is Y/N Y/L/N, a graphic design student in your junior, fourth, year of University. You spend your time doing both online and actual painted commissions, finishing assignments and binge watching Netflix. You’re not the most social person, an obvious introvert. You are quite the contrast to your room mates though.

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One song a day for the next 100 days. I hope you guys join me!

01. A song that makes you smile.
02. A song that makes you laugh.
03. A song that makes you cry.
04. A song that makes you want to dance.
05. A song that helps clear your head.
06. A song that always gets stuck in your head.
07. A song that gets you pumped up.
08. A song that calms you down.
09. A song that means a lot to you.
10. A song that has a new meaning to you every time you hear it.
11. A song that would be the theme song of your life.
12. A song that reminds you of summer.
13. A song that reminds you of winter.
14. A song that reminds you of a family member.
15. A song that you would consider a guilty pleasure.
16. A song that was released in the ‘60s.
17. A song that was released in the ‘70s.
18. A song that was released in the ‘80s.
19. A song that was released in the ‘90s.
20. A song that was released in the ‘00s.
21. A song that was released this year.
22. A song that needs more recognition.
23. A song that everyone knows the lyrics to.
24. A song that got you hooked on a band.
25. A song that you loved right from the first 5 seconds.
26. A song that you need to be in a certain mood to listen to.
27. A song that will always be in your top 5 favorites.
28. A song that's connected with a memory.
29. A song that’s very simple and repetitive but you love anyway.
30. A song that’s a one hit wonder.
31. A song that’s a power ballad.
32. A song with a line you would tattoo on your body.
33. A song with a color in the title.
34. A song with a number in the title.
35. A song with a place in the title.
36. A song with a name in the title.
37. A song with more than 5 words in the title.
38. A song with a question as the title.
39. A song with a one syllable title.
40. A song with “Q” as the first letter of the title.
41. A song with “K” as the first letter of the title.
42. A song with “F” as the first letter of the title.
43. A song with “N” as the first letter of the title.
44. A song with “E” as the first letter of the title.
45. A song with “J” as the first letter of the title.
46. A song with the word “fire” in the title.
47. A song with the word “under” in the title.
48. A song with the word “little” in the title.
49. A song with the word “go” in the title.
50. A song with the word “eye” in the title.
51. A song with a great title.
52. A song with a great guitar solo.
53. A song with a great drum solo.
54. A song with a great keyboard solo.
55. A song with great vocal harmonies.
56. A song with lyrics that could read like poetry.
57. A song you haven't listened to in a long time.
58. A song you had to look up the lyrics to.
59. A song you sing in the shower.
60. A song you liked this time last year.
61. A song you liked when you were younger.
62. A song you tap/drum/hum the beat of.
63. A song you can play on an instrument.
64. A song you wish you could play on an instrument.
65. A song you play when you can’t sleep.
66. A song you can't help but sing along to.
67. A song you hate from a band you love.
68. A song you used to love but now hate.
69. A song you would choose for karaoke.
70. A song you're currently obsessed with.
71. A song your parents played in the car when you were younger.
72. A song people wouldn't expect you to like.
73. A song by an artist that goes by a one word name.
74. A song by a band's lead singer.
75. A song by a band with a ridiculous name.
76. A song by a band you have on a T-shirt.
77. A song by a two-person band.
78. A song by a band with more than 5 people in it.
79. A song from a genre you usually dislike.
80. A song from an album with a beautiful cover.
81. A song from an original film score.
82. A song from a musical.
83. A song from a TV show theme.
84. A song in another language.
85. A song under 2 minutes long.
86. A song over 6 minutes long.
87. A song for a rainy day.
88. A song for a road trip.
89. A song for moving on.
90. A song for not giving a shit.
91. A song without words.
92. A song cover better than the original.
93. A song with an acoustic version better than the original.
94. A song from a really obscure band.
95. A song currently stuck in your head.
96. A song you've seen performed live.
97. A song by one of your favorite bands. (#1)
98. A song by one of your favorite bands. (#2)
99. A song by one of your favorite bands. (#3)
100.  A song.  Actually, not just “A song”. THE SONG. 
In a Heartbeat Headcanon #6

Sherwin goes to Jonathan’s Baseball game and is usually the one holding the biggest sign with a cute drawing of Jon on it that reads “Jon’s #1” so when Jon goes up to swing he points at Sherwin and winks. And Vice-versa , Sherwin performs in a local indie band and Jonathan goes to his shows wearing the band t-shirt and cheering and screaming Sherwin’s name. So Sherwin points at him and dedicates a song to him. Everytime.

Originally posted by mlb

Originally posted by gothic-bunni

again and again [michael m. x reader]

hey!! do you think you could do a michael mell x reader where the reader works at a record store and they bump into each other there?? idk why but i’m completely obsessed with this idea and your writing is so good you’d legit do it so much justice. thanks!! )

that’s adorable and i love it omg <33


warnings: none!

     For the fourth time that week, Jeremy followed Michael into the same exact record store. The first time Michael had went on his own and raved about how cool and nice the place was, and somehow managed to drag Jeremy into the store the next four times - and it was pretty obvious why Michael was crazy about this store.

    “Michael!” He had heard a voice chirp, and there stood you, dressed in a t-shirt of your favorite band with a name-tag reading off [Y/N] in bold print. You smiled and immediately Michael walked over to the counter and began talking about some album he must have bought the day before, rambling on and on - as if he forgot Jeremy was even with him.

     It was blatantly obvious why Michael kept coming back. Something about you seemed familiar - did you go to Middleborough? Fuck if Jeremy knew - sometimes he didn’t know some of the kids in his own classes. But you kept on talking to Michael, and Michael was fully entranced in everything you had to say, so he just stood there awkwardly as he watched the two of you.

     The next day, Michael was talking about you to everyone at lunch.

    “I don’t know, they’re just so interesting!” He said, “I thought I knew a lot about music but they just…” He paused, “they’re cool.”

     It was kinda sweet.

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Nightwing x Reader~ Chinese Food

(Y/n) – Nickname Grayson calls you

Originally posted by xxeyesonlyxx

(not my gif)

           You quickly dodged the combat boot currently flying towards your face by ducking down with ease. After doing so you spun and used the gained momentum to slash the side of the assailants head, causing them to stumble backwards. Your partner then delivered the final blow causing them to fall to the hard concrete sidewalk unconscious. “I thought you were going after the funny masked guy?” The masked man aiding you remarked. His bow staff was now folded away and he looked at you through his black mask with a piercing gaze.

           “I was.” You stated with a motion to a man at the corner of an alley way further down the street. He was slumped against the graffiti covered brick walls with his hands cuffed behind his back. “This one showed up after.” You added pointing the fallen robber between the both of you. Your partner nodded in understanding and the both of you looked around the block taking in and assessing damages.

           “So much for covert…” Nightwing said looking at the smoke rising from the partially collapsed building. “Bats is gonna be pissed.” He wiped his dark locks to the side while he huffed a sad sigh. You put a hand on his shoulder reassuringly before heading to your motorbike.

You sat down and grabbed your helmet, “So what? It’s not our fault Slade backed this.” As you pulled down the visor Nightwing walked over to his vehicle beside yours.

“Yeah, what does Wilson want anyway? We need to find out how he’s outsourcing and track down his main location.” Grayson stated as he placed his helmet over his head. You nodded knowing that was the only lead you both could follow at the moment. He got rid of the kickstand and took off down the now less busy street at a high speed. You followed after him in a flurry of engine noise. Both of you later arrived at the apartment complex, ditching your bikes a couple of blocks down and changing out of your ‘business’ attire. You entered the familiar hallway with the taller young man walking beside you. Nightwing was now wearing a pair of dark shades and a grey hoodie, now he was Richard Grayson once again. You wore a simple outfit of jeans and a band t-shirt, going by your actual name once more as well. The building security officer greeted you with a wide smile and wave like he normal did, you waved back but Richard didn’t. He must be too focused on everything that has been happening in the city, you couldn’t blame him. You both strode into the elevator and you looked over at Richard, he had his hands in his pockets with a distressed slouch. You frowned not knowing what to do for him, there wasn’t anything that could cheer him up at the moment, well except maybe for Deathstroke’s head.

“Grayson.” You finally broke the silence softly, he finally looked over towards you and you shot him a small grin.

“Yeah (y/n)?” The blue eyed boy replied coolly.

“We’ll fix this, please stop fretting about it.” The elevator made a sound as it opened at your floor and he walked in front of you. Following him to the door you watched him unlock it and once inside you closed the door behind you both. “Seriously Richard, please, you’re going to lose yourself in this case if you continue like this.” You shoved the mopping man onto the couch with a quick push and he let out a yelp of surprise. Ignoring his surprised gaze you walked over to the kitchen area and pulled out two root beers, no need for him to be depressed and drunk, and tossed him the second one.

“Thanks.” He stated still shocked at your unusual actions as he opened up the bottle. You smiled for a moment and then went to your small bedroom to assess your wounds. Richard was fine, he luckily only dealt with the detonator wielding perp but you got into a few tussles.  Pulling your shirt over your head with a small wince you looked over your physique with a large frown. A nasty gash carried from your side all the way to your stomach from where a knife caught you. You grabbed the first aid kit and found the antiseptic, dousing it onto a small bandaging cloth before putting it on your cut. The sting was sharp and fiery as you cleaned the deep cut and you couldn’t help but wince a little. “(Y/n)?” You heard Grayson call you from the other side of the door.

“I’m getting changed!” You replied with a quick lie and you found a different shirt lying on a piece of furniture. Quickly you pulled the shirt over your head, it hurt like hell when you stretched the skin around the wounds area like that. You grimaced but called to him, “All good.” He opened the door and held a half grin.

“We should look up Deathstroke’s movements on Oracle…” His blue eyes fell to your new top, and you realized the drastic mistake you just made. The shirt was bright white. Mentally you were hitting your head against the wall as you knew there was no way to hide your injury. “You know you’re a bad liar, but that fashion choice really didn’t help your case.” You chuckled lightly and he gave you a look. You sighed and pulled off the now red tainted shirt and he walked over grabbing some more bandaging. “You shouldn’t have hid this, it’s pretty bad…” Grayson began carefully wrapping the wound tightly. You held a strong poker face and barely flinched at the aches from the injury.

“Sounds like I’ve heard this conversation before, though not from you.” You stated looking at him with a knowing glance.

“Looks like we swapped roles.” Richard replied with a chuckle, though he soon frowned a little when he reached the deepest part of the cut. “I think you’re gonna need to be stitched up.” You reached for the small and overused kit inside the case but he grabbed it from you. “I’ll do it.” As you stuck your tongue out childishly he began prepping the needle. Grayson put some of the cream for numbing around the injury before beginning with an apologetic look. You clenched your teeth and looked away as he carefully and precisely sewed up the spot. “There.” He smiled reassuringly and you mustered up a grin as you put on a shirt.

“I think we can wait on the Oracle search, though tomorrow we’ll begin a full swing operation.” You told him walking back out to the main living area.

“Alright, though the Chinese is on you.” Richard remarked with a grin grabbing a cell.

“Fine, I deserve Chinese after being stabbed.” You said putting your nose in the air jokingly causing you both to burst into a fit of laughter. He placed an order for Chinese to be dropped downstairs and then sat beside you on the couch. You kissed his cheek lightly and he blushed in surprise.

“What was that for?” His blue eyes looked into yours, you smiled blushing a little.

“For stitching me up.”

Happiness In Strange Places Pt. 2

Requests: Part two of this imagine was sent in on multiple occasions so here it is

Pairing: SingleParent!Leo x Nanny!Reader

Fluff | Smut | Angst

A/n: This is soo bad, I’m tired and I honestly couldn’t give two fucks about how well this is liked, peace out bitches, I’m going to bed.

“I’ll… I’m just gonna go. Thanks for hanging out with me, though.”

His warm and calloused hand entrapped your soft and reasonably small hand in his own, “Wait!” His mouth moved on its own and –he guessed– his mind was made up.

“I think I love you too.”

You stood motionless, did he just say he loved you?
No… he said he thinks he loves you.

“Don’t,” You managed to get out, “Please just… don’t.”

Leo looked up at you in bewilderment, his grip slowly slipping from your hand as he lost all the confidence he had collected earlier. A scoff escaped his lips as he looked away, his hand dropping from yours and finding its way to his curly locks. His mind now polluted with thoughts of negativity, why would you even confess to him if you weren’t going to accept him? Did you just prank him? No, you looked so sincere and embarrassed when you confessed. If this was a prank, then you were a damn good actor.

His blood boiled in anger the more he thought about the whole ordeal. This was absurd, you confessed to him so why are you dismissing his feelings like they were nothing; as if he were nothing. His emotions that swirled throughout his entire being confused him greatly, his heart ached with sorrow of a lost love, his pride bore a gaping hole from rejection, yet, he was furious.

“Is this seriously how it’s going to be?” His voice held a venomous bite that was entirely new to you. His hands curling into tight fists as he tried to control himself.

This new side of him had scared you more than anything, was he really not the man you remembered? You watched his knuckles turn white and small sparks ignite from his fists, hesitantly you placed your hand delicately on his shoulder in hopes to console him.

You retracted your hand with a hiss, his shoulder was hot to the touch and you could tell he was seriously upset.

“Leo,” You mumbled carefully, “You need to calm down, let’s talk about this–” Your speech was cut short due to the surprise grab Leo made for you. His hands wrapped around your forearms as he slammed his lips to yours in what felt like panic.

You could feel his nervousness and his temper as he kissed you, his lips trembling and hot as his lips danced across your own. The kiss itself was short lived due to the fact that he was still mad and when he was mad, he was hot. Not hot in the term of being attractive, but hot in the term of heat.

You shoved him away harshly and let out a rather loud yelp of pain as you doubled over.
Leo furrowed his brows in confusion, “What? Why do you keep pushing me away?”

You looked up at him with an angry glare, Holding your arms against your stomach while they stung with pain. “You fucking burned me that’s why.”

The deep regret and panic you saw in his eyes did not deter your mood in the slightest, still glaring hard at him while you made your way to the kitchen sink to cool off your burns under the water.
You let out a soft whimper as the cool water soothed your aching arms.

Leo hadn’t moved from his spot, sitting on the couch you had pushed him onto when he burned you. He burned you. He promised himself when he was just a child that he would never hurt someone he cared about with his abilities, not after what he did to his mom.

Noah padded into the living room clad in his black jogging pants, a red t-shirt with a white faded band name on it, and his mismatched striped socks. Leo turned his attention to the little boy rubbing his tired eyes, mentally cooing at his son’s “big boy” attire.

“Daddy? Are you mad?” Noah innocently questioned as he peered curiously at his father’s sitting form. His question took Leo off guard but Leo answered him nonetheless, “No, mijo. I’m just confused about some things, no need to worry.”

Of course, his son inherited his mother’s never-ending care for others and kept prodding at his father’s feelings, “About what? Do you wanna talk about it?” Leo grinned at his son, he was rather smart for his age and tended to repeat what others have said to him, he guessed he got this phrase from Y/n.

“I’m just confused about my feelings right now, I’ll be okay, though,” Leo reached his hand out to muss Noah’s hair, “It’s late, mijo, let’s get you back to bed.”

Leo stood up from the couch with a soft groan and a small stretch, he bent down to lift Noah onto his hip while he carried the sleepy boy back to his bed. Leo knelt down onto the small bed and placed the small child back into his comfy bed. He tucked Noah in gently, brushed back his curly mop of brown hair, and kissed his forehead.

Before Leo could say goodnight and go back to the living room to hopefully apologize to Y/n, Noah had called out to him in a timid voice, “Daddy?” Leo looked back at Noah, leaning against the doorframe as he listened, “Hm?” It was hard to see how much Noah’s tiny body fidgeted with nervousness as he asked ever so quietly, “Can I call Y/n mommy? She’s real nice and takes good care of me. She even kisses me goodnight when you can’t!”

Leo’s eyes widened and his mouth went agape, he could hardly fathom the thought of Noah actually WANTING to have a mom. Noah has been content with just having a dad for as long as he could remember, he’s always just wanted a dad and nothing more, or at least that’s what Leo thought. He’s imagined many different times and had many dreams that his and Noah’s small family were complete, but never once did he think Noah would want Y/n as his mom. Leo cleared his throat, “That’s up to you, bud. If you feel that way then it’s up to you, just…” Leo paused and looked down at his feet, rubbing the back of his neck in guilt, “Just don’t get upset if she doesn’t like it, okay?”

Noah slowly nodded and slunk back down underneath his Bob the Builder blankets– a gift from his Uncle Percy. Having said goodnight to Noah, Leo shuts the door and stalks off to the living room couch to once more slump down in his own shame.

Meanwhile, Y/n had taken a seat on the kitchen stools and contemplated her next move. You knew that you had confused Leo to the point of anger with your change of feelings, but you didn’t want a relationship out of pity. How could you approach him now that he’s upset? You mulled over these thoughts for a good while until you decided it was in both of your best interests to sort this out now. You nervously peek around the corner of the kitchen wall and make sure Leo is calmed down. Once you scan his body for any noticeable heat marks with your eyes, you make your way into the living room, sitting down on the couch and alerting him of your presence.

He didn’t look up at you and even moved away from you when you sat down. “Hey,” You muttered, “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.” Leo shook his head and scoffed at your words, “Why is it always you?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion, reaching out hesitantly to touch his arm, “What?” You scooted closer, testing your limits. Leo didn’t seem to notice your movement but retreated away from your touch, “It’s always you,” his voice cracked in emotion, hurting your heart as he continued, “I always lose control around you, I’ve never hurt you before though and I promised I’d never h-hurt anyone with my abilities, not again.”

Leo hid his face in his hands while mumbling somewhat incoherently, “I didn’t mean to hurt you… I’m sorry.” Your heart drops and so does your face, “Aw Leo,” You croon, “It’s not as bad as it seems. It just shocked me that’s all,” Your hand reaches out shyly to smooth down his curls, not making a difference of his wild curls. He flinched away from your touch, looking up at you with a gaze that looked more hurt than a kicked puppy.

“Your arm is red, it’s scarred and it’s all my fault,” His eyes started welling up with tears, “I love you, Y/n. But all I do is hurt you. When I left, when I was with Calypso, when I lost contact with you… How could you still love me?”

Your hand slid down to his cheek, resting there and turning his sorrow filled face towards you, thumb wiping away the stray tears that fell without his permission. You leaned forward and kissed him on his lips, slowly to savor the taste of him. The faint taste of root beer he drank earlier in the day lingered on his lips, mixing excellently alongside the sweet taste that was none other than the original taste of Leo.

You withdrew from the kiss, answering his question before you dived back in for yet another kiss, “Because you’re Leo Valdez, my best friend and the only man I’ve ever loved. I will love you always”




anonymous asked:

I'm not sure how much free will dreams have and like how much they can change but I really want Matthew to have like a Ronan esc time in his life where he tries to rebel and wears smudged out eyeliner and starts listening to screamo music and like wants to buy a motor cycle and both Ronan and Declan are completely over the whole thing

Okay so yeah idk how much free will dreams have either but since Matthew was dreamt by Ronan I’m gonna go out on a limb and say there’s no WAY he doesn’t have the potential to be edgy and emo somewhere deep inside him, just waiting to be unleashed. 

Idk what triggers it. Maybe he finds out he was a dream and doesn’t take learning about his own lack of reality well. Maybe he gets to his new school in DC and meets some nice punk kids and decides that this is his crowd now and he just wants to fit in! Either way Declan definitely blames Ronan for it and whenever Matthew like… buys a t shirt with a band name in an unreadable font or decides to go to prom with a goth girl named Starr, he calls Ronan to complain about how “YOUR brother is trying to destroy society” 

and Ronan is frankly pretty proud of Matthew but also kind of freaked out because he didn’t know this was actually possible (and like, they’re both a little worried that this was an effect of Matthew almost dying when Ronan was being unmade) and he’s gotten old enough that he has the hindsight to feel kind of bad for Declan for having to deal with TWO teenage Ronans. So he heads up to DC to try to figure out if this is some sort of dream glitch thing and if Matthew’s actually in trouble and if he can fix it, and he’s expecting.. idk. burning buildings. speeding tickets and a bad attitude at the very least. 

But when he gets there he finds Matthew every bit as sunshiney as he always was, except now he has an appreciation for the “great sadness and anger of the universe” (a statement that he can’t elaborate on or explain in the slightest when Ronan asks him to) and tells him that these screamo songs “have a really fun beat! anyway, me and my friends Slicer and Stardust were going to go help out at the animal shelter if you want to come and help?” and Ronan’s like “Declan you fucking idiot”

Anyway when Matthew gets to college he starts playing lacrosse again and starts acting as preppy as his friends there so the whole situation is resolved and chalked up to teen rebellion, but Ronan and Declan both decide they need to keep on eye on who Matthew hangs out with from now on 

anonymous asked:

lady red do you have any advice for being ugly? like just physically unattractive. I don’t mean beauty tips necessarily but just dealing with it everyday. I’m tired of constantly feeling like shit because of my appearance and how people treat me because of it. i don’t even smile properly anymore because i look ugly when I do and pretty people always react with this look of pity and sort of refrain? and I just. I kinda wanna die.

Well baby, the problem with external beauty is that it’s subjected to a zillion stupid, nonsensical social norms and expectations, as well as being fundamentally subjective in its core. The “rules” that dictate what is “beautiful” (boy this is gonna be an answer full of quotations…) nowadays change by the month and are just the biggest, steamiest pile of garbage out there. 

You want an example? Growing up having thick, dark eyebrows was synonym of ugliness, it was unladylike and girls who had them were considered unattractive by social standards. But lo and behold now they’re everything and everyone wants defined, full, dark eyebrows. And that’s beauty for you. Something that was once ugly can now be the epitome of attractiveness just because some beauty guru decided it is now acceptable to look this or that way. 

As a person who has never given a fuck about beauty standards nor fashion, I have watched looks go into and fall out of fashion with every season. I have always looked the way I look now, I could show you pictures of me in primary school and I already had a tiny leather jacket and wore nothing but jeans, converse shoes and t-shirts with band logos on them because that was the way my dad looked and I looked up to him. But that was not the way to look “cool” in the 2000s. Not that I gave a shit. I’ve watched this look of mine be considered ugly, and once I made it to high school for an entire year, leather was the thing to wear and all the popular girls wanted biker jackets and military boots and t-shirts with band names on them for an entire year. I was the epitome of fashion. Me. For a year. And then I wasn’t.

And so on, and so on…

I’m not going on a tangent, and I know you didn’t ask about fashion, but “beauty”, still what I am trying to say is… it doesn’t matter. They’ll never be happy no matter what you do, lovely. That’s the bad news. The good news?

Because all of these “beauty standard” rules are bullshit, and not real, no one is actually ugly. Everyone is just… themselves. I can assure you, that amongst the billions of people on this planet, thousands upon thousands would consider you the epitome of beauty. Because we do not choose what we consider attractive, what we like, deep down, no matter what the social norm is. 

Example: There’s a post going around somewhere that I saw the other day, and the whole thread is nothing but people gushing over girls with big noses. Big, broken, hooked. All that is considered “ugly by current standards”. But that isn’t. Because girls with small, button noses are not inherently more beautiful than the opposite. They aren’t. And thousands of people made a post to fawn over this. Because girls with big noses are fucking beautiful. 

Everyone is beautiful to someone. You included. You weren’t put in this world to satisfy others and struggle to meet impossible standards. Forget about what others consider beautiful, it doesn’t matter. It will change, and fluctuate, constantly. You can never win like that. Wear the clothes that you like and make you feel good. Wear the make up that you enjoy, or none at all, because it does not matter. Cut your hair however you want. There are no defects, there’s no “ugliness”…it’s made up.

Everyone likes something different.

I think you’re beautiful. However you look. I’ve been with wildly different people. Some that would by no means be considered “pretty”. Lanky boys, chubby boys, short girls, tall girls, short hair, long hair, big noses, small noses, big eyes, squinty eyes, bushy eyebrows, defined eyebrows, make up, no make up, goth, hipster, who gives a shit… Who. Cares. People are just people. We can all be attractive, you just need to figure out what works for yourself, and exploit your good things. WHICH YOU HAVE. You’re awesome in a thousand ways. You just need to find them. If you believe it, people will start perceiving it that way, trust me. 

Also guess what, pretty people with the personality of a stale banana suck ass. Been there done that. Not fun. People who can make you laugh, make you happy, people who have personalities that shine brighter than a fucking star…those are the ones you want to spend time with. Personalities are more attractive than looks.

So smile. People laughing are one of the best sights to see. Walk tall, and confident, that many people out there would consider you smoking hot.  



Originally posted by dimblethum

  • first of all
  • looks
  • black hair always falling under his eyes
  • bc he don’t have time for a hair cut, save him
  • social pants with a expensive button up white shirt are his go to
  • but sometimes he just is like
  • “you know what, f*ck that”
  • shows up to work with jeans and a simple t-shirt
  • almost killed all the girls and some boys too when he came back abruptly from a holiday bc of an emergency and he was wearing a tight jeans, a black t-shirt with a name of a band printed on it and a snapback
  • started as a auxiliary police man
  • ascended quick bc of his hard work
  • the youngest superintendent of the country
  • his mom cried bc #proud
  • always is a special guest at the mayor’s fancy parties
  • such a gentleman
  • dance with the first lady
  • “you look radiant today, madam”
  • doesn’t make this seem strange or flirty, just polite
  • all the old ladies adore him
  • all the old mans respect him
  • inspiration for the kids
  • secretly blushes when they say they want to be like him someday
  • “if you work hard, you can do whatever you want”
  • support all the kids who work with him
  • secretly pet cats on the streets
  • one day Jinyoung caught him
  • “sr, it’s everything alright?”
  • “WHAT THE F- yes, everything is fine haHahA”
  • “i saw nothing, sr,”
  • “thanks Jinyoung”
  • he’s a soft for kids and animals OkAy
  • always proud of wearing his uniform
  • killing the rest of his coworkers, r.i.p.
  • sometimes can’t handle with his secretary shit
  • “Jinyoung please take care of that brat”
  • “Sr. i will kill Yugyeom”
  • “you can’t, unfortunately. just give him a lot of work”
  • “he’s already done everything, sr.”
  • “holy shit, send him to practice then”
  • has a lot of headache but love feeling like a hero
  • superintendent!Jb is a hero, a gentleman, hot asf, such a husband material recommend 10/10 wow
He who hesitates

Based on that food truck Klance photo that’s been circulating :)

Keith wasn’t one for crowds.

They were loud, pushy, and had no concept of personal space, and it was on more than one occasion that he found himself glaring down several people who fell into those categories.

It had been better that morning, when only the early risers and keeners were out and about, sporting whatever festival merchandise they had somehow already managed to secure. T-shirts with band names in large print, flags and scarves with music quotes, and the ever abundant ball caps that were handed out willy-nilly by festival volunteers. Keith had one of the latter, but the gaudy bright colours were not really his style.

Unfortunately the others had outvoted him for their group photo, which had been posted to both Shiro’s, Matt’s, and Allura’s Instagrams. Pidge had more or less been on the same page as Keith, blatantly opposing the fluorescent pink and blue head gear with ‘Altean Summers Fest’ written on the front, but, being the younger members, had no say in the matter.

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Survey 209

Reblog & answer honestly, 

“I’m a very bad influence”

1. smoked.
2. consumed alcohol.
3. slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex.
4. slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex.
5. kissed someone of the same sex.
6. had sex.
7. had someone in your room other than family.
8. watched porn.
9. bought porn.
10. tried drugs.

1. taken painkillers.
2. taken someone else’s prescription medicine.
3. lied to your parents.
4. lied to a friend.
5. snuck out of the house.
6. done something illegal.
7. felt hurt.
8. hurt someone.
9. wished someone to die.
10. seen someone die.
1. missed curfew.
2. stayed out all night.
3. eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself.
4. been to a therapist.
5. been to rehab.
6. dyed your hair.
7. received a ticket.
8. been in an accident.
9. been to a club.
10. been to a bar
1. been to a wild party.
2. been to a Mardi Gras parade.
3. drank more than three alcoholic beverages in a night.
4. had a spring break in Florida.
5. sniffed anything
6. wore black nail polish
7. wore arm bands.
8. wore t-shirts with band names.
9. listened to rap.
10. owned a 50 Cent CD.
1. dressed gothic.
2. dressed girly.
3. dressed punk.
4. dressed grunge.
5. stole something.
6. been too drunk to remember anything.
7. blacked out.
8. fainted.
9. had a crush on a neighbor.
1. had a crush on a friend.
2. been to a concert.
3. dry-humped someone.
4. been called a slut.
5. called someone a slut.
6. installed speakers in your car.
7. broken a mirror.
8. showered at someone of the opposites sex’s house
9. brushed your teeth with someone else’s toothbrush.
1. consider/considered Ludacris your favorite rapper.
2. seen an R-rated movie in theater.
3. cruised the mall.
4. skipped school.
5. had surgery.
6. had an injury.
7. gone to court.
8. walked out of a restaurant without paying/tipping.
9. caught something on fire.
10. lied about your age.
1. owned/rented an apartment/house.
2. broke the law in the police’s presence.
3. made out with someone who had a gf/bf
4. got in trouble with the police.
5. talked to a stranger.
6. hugged a stranger.
7. kissed a stranger.
8. rode in the car with a stranger.
9. been harassed.
10. been verbally harassed.
1. met face-to-face with someone you met online.
2. stayed online for 5+ hours straight.
3. talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight.
4. watched TV for 5 hours straight.
5. been to a fair.
6. been called a bad influence.
7. drank and driven.
8. prank-called someone.
9. laid on a couch with someone of the opposite sex.
10. cheated on a test.


If you have less than 10, write “I’m a goody-goody”
If you have more than 10, write “I’m still a goody goody”
If you have more than 20, write “I’m average”
If you have more than 30, write “I’m a bad kid”
If you have more than 40, write “I’m a very bad influence”
If you have more than 50, write “I’m a horrible person”
If you have more than 60, write “I should be in jail”
If you have more than 70, write “I should be dead”

“I sometimes wonder why my chain of shops failed.” said Terry, later. “But I just can’t work it out. All the ingredients for a healthy, profitable business were there. Just one of those things, I suppose.”

(thanks to themichaelmoran over on Twitter for this one!)

Rainy day

It’s day one of Julerose June! Well, when this comes out at least. A good old month of writing should polish up my skills nicely, and with a ship I love no less.
Day 1: The Beginning

Juleka trudged through the rain, wishing for every raindrop that fell that she didn’t live close enough to the school to warrant no available busses. Or that she was old enough to drive, and not 13. Or that she had something better to protect herself from the rain, and not just this flimsy umbrella. Or that it wasn’t raining. That was like, a genie and a third’s worth of wishes. Entering the school building, she folded up her umbrella and held it off to the side as she made her way to the lockers. She would have to rearrange the whole thing to avoid her umbrella soaking all the books, and that would cost her a few minutes, but luckily she always left herself plenty of time for things to go wrong. She was prepared like that.
Or maybe pessimistic. But whatever.
Arranging the last of her books, she nodded to herself, sure this layout would keep all of her treasured fiction (and less treasured, but more expensive textbooks) dry from her dripping umbrella. Shutting the locker, she turned to make her way over to her first class.
And immediately fell on her face.
“Damn slippery shoes!” She shouted, using her sum total knowledge of expletives in the process. Hauling herself up, she wiped herself down and ignored the shrill giggle of Chloe from down the hall. Turning, she continued along to her class.

“Ohmygod! Juleka! Are you ok?” Mylene rushed up to her, right outside the door.
“Uh, yeah. Why?”
“Your nose.”
Juleka put two fingers to her nose and felt something slick. Pulling her hand away, she saw them stained red.
“And your shirt.”
Looking down, Juleka saw a red splotch stretching across the collarbone of her shirt. Her favorite shirt no less.
“Oh dammit.”
“Madam!” Mylene called, drawing the teacher’s gaze. The teacher took one look at Juleka and said “Nurse.”
“Yeah yeah. I got it.” Juleka replied, tipping her head back and pinching her nose as she turned around and trudged back down the hallway.

After a firm half hour in the nurse’s office to make sure she wasn’t dying of blood loss, Juleka was released to the office, to raid the lost and found for a new shirt. Mumbling to herself and using a good chunk of her willpower to not remove the cotton stuffed up her nose, Juleka flashed the pass to the receptionist and made her way over to the box. Digging around, she only became more and more agitated. Nothing in here would work!
“Huh?” Juleka said, turning to her left to see a girl she didn’t recognize in the waiting area.
“Try black. So if your nose bleeds any more, it won’t be as obvious. Or red, I guess. But black will go well with your hair.”
“Uh, thanks.” Juleka said, digging out a black boys t-shirt with some obscure band name on it. It wasn’t perfect, but it would work for today.
“My name is Rose.” Juleka turned to the new girl, Rose apparently, and showed her mastery of the non-committal “Hm?”
“I just transferred here. I, uh, I don’t have any friends yet.”
Juleka nodded her understanding, then stuck out her hand. “Well now you have one. Juleka.”
“Nice to meet you Juleka!” Rose said, her demeanor brightening instantly, taking Juleka’s hand in an aggressive shake.
“Likewise. Thank you for the recommendation.”
“You’re welcome!”
A beat of silence.
“So, I should probably go change.”
“Right! Right.”
“Hopefully I’ll see you again later though?”