being a top girl

A month into 2017 and everything has already gone to shit.


-L.joe leaving teen top
-Ze:a disbanding
-Wonder girls disbanding
-Spica disbanding?!?
-M.I.B disbanding??!!
-ChoColat disbanding
-I.O.I disbanding
-Whatever the fuck JYP is doing with Miss A
-The end of 2ne1 (still crying about that*)
-Big Bang?!? And whatever is going to happen to them

-Two Hwayoungs being exposed??!!
The Morning After

Sorry this took so long but thank you for being patient and thanks for your request!

Originally posted by the-mind-of-an-amateur

Waking up the morning after was never like they showed it in the movies. The reality was altogether a messier affair. Sheets clung uncomfortably in crevices, your bodies draped unceremoniously over one another, and a sweaty humidity still lingered in the air.

Jay was lightly snoring next to you. The scattered bits of sunlight that peaked through your bedroom curtains showed the stubble that lined his jaw. He looked almost innocent and you had to fight the impulse to kiss him.

How does he always manage to look so handsome?

You rolled over to check your phone that was charging on the bedside table. No new messages. A yawn escaped as you stretched your stiff muscles and wiped the sleep away from your eyes. Looking back over your shoulder to make sure Jay was still asleep, you went to wash yourself off in the bathroom. But his arm was pulling you back against him by your hips before your feet could touch the floor.

“Leaving me already?”

“Afraid I won’t come back?”

His face was nuzzled against the nape of your neck and you could feel his smile spread at your response.

“So feisty,” he teased, his hand shamelessly groping your ass. “But I haven’t given you permission to leave this bed. I’m not done having fun with you yet.”

“I feel gross, Jay. Let me go take a shower.”

His grip around you tightened in defiance when you tried to struggle free and you turned around to glare at him.

“You have to say the magic word first.”

“What are you? My mother?”

“Well if I remember last night I was your d-”

“Don’t remind me,” you groaned as you buried your face in the pillow. “It was a momentary lapse.”

His chest shook you as he chuckled and he leaned down to kiss the top of your head that was still exposed.

“I like your ‘momentary lapses.’”

He reached for your leg to lay it over his hip and your muscles clenched in anticipation. Jay smirked when he noticed your back arching at his touch. He loved how malleable you were in his hands. That just a simple touch could make you so willing. It was an affect he had on you that he would never be tired of.  He leaned closer to you so that he could nibble your earlobe.

“Your legs are like sandpaper, babe.”


You slapped him playfully on the chest before breaking free from his grip. He scrambled after you, the two of you tumbling across the bed in a mixture of limbs and laughter until Jay had you pinned underneath him. His eyes gazed fondly down at you as he swept a rogue strand of hair from your face. You rose up to meet his kiss and he shifted his weight to his elbows so that he could support your head. It left you with a sense of pride that you could still taste yourself on his lips.

“But seriously, babe. How are you feeling this morning?”

“I’m not even sore actually.”

He arched one of his eyebrows down at you as if your words were a challenge.

“I’ll have to fix that.”

I don’t understand why some girls don’t like being on top and riding dick. The shits the best. Full control. The faster you ride the more likely he is to put you in your place and throw you on your back cause he about to cum.

Her Favorite Criminal 4

@beyondthemoor Because it was her birthday and I wanted to have this done in time, but I’m a terrible person, so here it is late. Happy birthday fandom mother!

“The blue one is the use once in the morning right after waking up, and again right before going to sleep. This will help repair your lungs. The red one is to carry around and use if you feel like you need it.”

Sakura handed over both inhalers to Itachi who took them with a grimace. She felt sorry for him when she remembered how she felt when they told her the same thing only hours ago when she woke up. Her surgery had gone smoother in comparison to poor Itachi’s. He was trying to be brave about it, but there was going to be a long recovery for him to go through before he could put on a uniform again. The same could be said for her, but at least she knew recovery was possible. Itachi had gotten it the worst out of all of them.

“If you need it, I’ll remind you each day.” She tapped the blue box and it was enough to make him look up and grin.

“You think I’ll need it?”

“I think you’ll be difficult until you have the attention,” she answered, crossing her arms. There was a familiar sort of knowing in her eyes that came from nearly a lifetime of knowing the Uchiha that was Itachi.

His smile was soft even when he tried to be teasing. “Then please take good care of me, housemate.”

Sakura groaned, sliding down in the chair across from Itachi. “Really? You gotta rub it in, don’t you?”

“Allow me this one joy.”

“You’re all overreacting, I swear. Nothing happened.”

Itachi’s smile fell away and his eyes turned hard. “A wanted criminal with a record as violent and vile as they come took advantage of the situation and snuck into your hospital room the day after your surgery. No one cares that all he did was leave flowers, that’s not the point. He bypassed the security detail and was around you when you were most vulnerable. He could have done anything he wanted when he was alone with you. He’s taunting us.”

Sakura bit her bottom lip and held her elbows. She hated how she wanted to defend Madara, a wanted criminal that had once been one of her most treasured people. She felt guilt for still holding a part of him in her heart. She hadn’t turned around and hated him like Itachi had, and Sakura suspected she never would.

Madara, as cruel as he may be to the rest to the world, was nothing but soft and kind with her. It was a tempting sort of feeling, to be the only thing loved by a man who hated the rest of the world. She wouldn’t lie, it made her feel special, even though she knew it was only because of how they shared a close history. She could have been any other girl in that same situation and Madara would have felt just as strongly.

“I don’t think he wanted to hurt me, and really, our efforts should be elsewhere. The force is left so thin now by all the officers on medical leave. I don’t know if that’s what Kabuto wanted, but it’s no coincidence that his associates have doubled their movements to and from Oto.”

“True, but Kabuto is not moving right now; he’s too scared,” Itachi muttered, looking down at the boxes in his hands. “He miscalculated and pissed off the wrong mob lord.”

Sakura blinked, remembering the hushed conversation outside her hospital room. “So, it is true, what they were saying about Madara going on a vengeance spree. They wouldn’t tell me.”

“I asked them not to.” Itachi looked up at her from where he sat in bed. “You deserve some peace for recovery, and if you found out I knew you would want to look further into.”

Sakura felt tense inside her body, like her arms, legs, chest, and face were all part of a suit she had climbed into and outgrown while inside. She felt tight and trapped. Below her ribcage was a fluttering desire to break free and be useful. Refusing such an urge would only leave her feeling agitated, but she knew the Uchiha wouldn’t understand that coming from her. She had been a child too long in their eyes to not need extra doting at a time like this.

“I still do. I need to be helpful in some way, even like this.”

Itachi glared at her and it was cutting enough to make Sakura flinch. A second later Itachi realized his mistake and looked away, cheeks reddening. “Don’t,” he whispered in that raw voice of his, still sore from surgery. “Don’t push yourself again. That’s the whole reason you’re here.”

“I don’t regret it.”

I do. You were in sub par condition going into that building, and you were in charge of getting those other two out, both of which are okay and have already been discharged. They didn’t take as much of the smoke as you did.”

She looked away, uncomfortable with the unspoken accusation. Itachi was the only one who could say it out loud, but the second he did she’d bite back about he was just as much of a self destructive hypocrite as her and they’d both be sorry afterwords. Neither of them wanted that. She didn’t know what his reasons were, but she knew well enough that he stood in the same darkness of self destructive tendencies, maybe even more than her.

“It was bad all around,” she weakly offered.

Itachi might have said something more, but didn’t. He took her words and nodded, looking back down at the inhalers in his hands. For a while the pair of them sat in silence, content with the breeze from the open window and the feel of sunshine. Regardless of the state of the world, it was a nice day and it had been too long since either of them enjoyed one of those.

Sakura felt herself slipping and didn’t stop it when her body slouched down into a comfortable curl in the armchair that let her fall the rest of the way asleep. She felt like she could sleep around Itachi better than she could on her own. A little nap would be nicer than the fitful sleeps at night when the world was dark.

“Sakura?” Itachi’s voice was a whisper.

She mumbled something and turned her head into the seat, nestling. Outside someone with a window open was listening to Fleetwood Mac and it carried like a lullaby. Just what she needed.

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in s3 i want lena luthor to run an event for little girls to help them become interested in stem fields


request: “hiya! i was wondering if i could request a fred weasley imagine with prompt numbers 23, 34, & 99?? i just cANNOT get enough of him. he’s my fav. plus, your writing is absolutely spectacular!! you are my favorite writer, and i will definitely be requesting more imagines in the future (most likely fred weasley, oops!). anywho, i’m sorry for making this so long! 💖” — anon

23. “Clearly, we’re meant to be.”
34. “Sarcasm doesn’t suit you.”
99. “Ouch! That really hurt.”

a/n: long is okay! 😊 i actually prefer them rather than short messages. thank you, anon! and yas, feel free to request more fred!! also, sorry if this took so long. x (also, excuse my bad house elf dialogue)

Masterlist + Request here!

    Contrary to popular belief, Y/N didn’t prefer staying at the library despite the girl always being on top of everything, acing her exams and school work, and seen with a book around like every single time they see her walking around the hallways. In fact, the young Y/H was fond of the kitchen at Hogwarts, where the house elves worked for their breakfast, lunch, and dinner — their kind and generous nature amusing Y/N as she always gets offered tons of food whenever she visits.

     "Where are you going this time?“ said her friend as she excuses herself after their last period, Defense Against the Dark Arts, to go to some place else. Y/N was quickly gathering her belongings, a big smile on her face before bolting out of the room.

     "The usual.” answered Y/N, waving goodbye and rushing downstairs.

     "What does that mean?“ muttered her friend but Y/N was already out of sight, her footsteps very loud as she descends.

     Just as she turned to the left corridor, she caught a glimpse of Fred Weasley talking rapidly to his twin brother George like he was trying to reason with him. When he turned forward and locked eyes with her, he raised his eyebrows and began to run as well where Y/N was heading, her laughter getting heard by the students who were walking along the halls.

     Once Y/N was face to face with the entrance of the kitchen, she reached and tickled the pear in which it gave a little giggle, granting her entry then.

     Fred panted as he finally stood in front of her, blocking her way. "Y/N,” he took a deep breath, “didn’t I tell you that this kitchen is my spot? Find your own!”

    She shook her head. “No. I told you; first come, first serve.”

    “I literally found that before you did so —”

    “Yes, but right now I came first, didn’t I?” smirked Y/N.

    Exactly a week ago, Fred came inside the kitchen to smuggle some food for some midnight snacks. And saying that he was surprised when he saw Y/N casually chatting with the house elves while eating a piece of cake, sitting on one of the stools, was an understatement. He was sure that only he, his brother, Ron, Harry, and Hermione were the only students who knew where the kitchens were.

     "Not counted.“ reckoned Fred, crossing his arms. "You didn’t even inform me that we were supposed to be racing.”

     Y/N took a step forward subtly, “Then maybe next time I would but for now …” she tried to walk pass him but Fred moved, causing her to bump harshly on his hard chest. “Ouch! That really hurt.” she complained as she rubs her forehead.

     Fred grinned. “That’s what you get for being so generous, love.”

     She ignored the sudden jolt of her heart when she heard him call her love. “Ha, ha. Funny, Fred, but sarcasm doesn’t suit you.

     "Really? I’ve been told quite the opposite.“

     Y/N stopped rubbing her forehead. "Fine, why don’t we just share this hiding place?”

     "Share?“ asked Fred.

     "I’m sure you’re quite familiar with the word.” deadpanned Y/N. “If you don’t want to share, then I’m not going to let you have it for yourself. I happen to find use of my knowledge of the kitchen too.”

     "If I agree, you promise not to tell anyone and it’ll be our little secret?“ Fred leaned down since he was quite taller than her, Y/N’s face suddenly becoming red because of their closeness.

     "Er — our as in just the two of us or like with your brother?”

     "Just the two of us if you want.“ winked Fred and that was the moment Y/N was certain that he was flirting with her.

    She chuckled. "Are you flirting with me, Weasley?”

    “Obviously and I’m not getting satisfied at your reaction to be quite honest.”

    The both of them laughed, Fred speaking again. “Sure, we can share. The only reason I’ve been acting greedy about this kitchen is because if I gave it away that easily, I won’t have a reason to talk to you. I mean, clearly, we’re meant to be.

    Y/N raised her eyebrows. “Oh, really?” she faked her shock. “You do know that this kitchen isn’t even yours to begin with, right?”

    “You ignored the part I said we were meant to be, Y/N.” said Fred jokingly.

    She grinned. “I heard it quite clearly, Fred, don’t worry. Would you rather I object?”

    Fred raised an eyebrow. “So you’re completely okay with me confessing that I like you?”

    Y/N blushed again. “T-That was a confession?”

    “Yes.” Fred tried to read her shocked expression. “Is that okay?”

    “Yeah, completely fine.” said Y/N with wide eyes. “Totally okay. It’s not like you’ve been my crush or anything — ha! No problem indeed.” she rambled.

    “Gosh, you’re so cute.” smirked Fred.

    “What?” Y/N asked, growing redder and redder as each second passed.

    “Miss and Mister!” a croaky voice suddenly drew their attention away from each other, a familiar house elf by the name Kronk was staring at them with his big eyes. “Kronk heard Mister Fred Weasley’s voice, Sir! Then Kronk saw him talking with Miss Y/N Y/L/N. The house elves and Kronk want to know if they want to go to the kitchen, Sir, because the door has been left open for a few minutes now, Mister and Miss!”

    “Don’t worry, Kronk, we’re coming.” assured Fred, turning to Y/N. “Shall we?”

     Her mouth felt dry. “Wait, you really like me?” she asked again.

    Fred sent her a smile. “I think the real question is, why shouldn’t I?” he abruptly grabbed her hand. “Now, come on, Y/N. Before I change my mind about sharing this hiding spot for you.”

     Y/N laughed, her cheeks still pink from what just happened. She looked at their intertwined hands for a minute and nodded, Fred’s smiled widening and together they enter the kitchen where a bunch of house elves were already serving their favorite treats.

ok but au where shiro and allura are both students at the garrison
  • allura is an exchange student who’s been accepted at the garrison, and immediately singles shiro out as the top of their class
  • shiro being like “who is this amazing beautiful girl - wAIT DID SHE JUST BEAT MY PILOTING SCORE”
  • just imagine them being highkey rivals trying to act lowkey
  • “you’re staring again shiro-” “i am not!” matt rolls his eyes
  • allura having a totally amazing squad tho, and her bestie is some guy name markus
  • (matt and markus have crushes on each other & share commiserating looks over their ridiculous friends)
  • shiro is officially Starstruck when he sees her benchpressing in the training room
  • a group project where they’re the only two who actually do shit brings them together as friends
  • long nights with lots of coffee cups and sharing study notes
  • allura falls for him slowly over little gestures (him memorizing her coffee order)
  • one day she doodles his name in the margins of her tablet notes and then remembers they always compare notes, freaks out and erases it
  • when shiro gets sick and has to miss class allura is the only one he trusts to take his notes (they just think on the same level), and vice versa
  • still having a healthy competition with lots of friendly flirting teasing
  • always giving each other compliments
  • they graduate top of their classes, tied neck and neck
  • they kiss for the first time when shiro is going to leave to go to Kerberos and they’re all stumbling over each other and he’s super flustered when trying to confess when allura just kisses him
  • “come back to me in one piece, takashi”
  • he doesn’t

anonymous asked:

isn't it weird dnp have like so many friends who aren't youtubers who we'll never see on camera. like dan mentioned his friend who has a hunterxhunter sleeve tattoo. where's that guy?? or he mentioned being w a girl when he was talking about faving the top/bottom virgin airlines tweet. all the friends they hang out w in manchester?? it's weird that all these unknown ppl like are friends w them?? have seen them in intimate ways??? idk I feel some sort of way

this is phake dan and phils only friends are youtubers + bryony and wirrow

out of my league ♡ grayson

requested: yes

anon: please an imagine where girls are bullying y/n and grayson makes her feel better sorry if this is mainstream ily and your blog tysm 

anon: YO imagine where gray gets all sweet when girls are mean to the reader? tysm 

(BRUH these requests have been in my inbox for EVEERRR like actually I’m so sorry frfr) 

“Y/N, come here!” You hear one of your not-so-close friends giggle. You did not want to be at the dumb party Grayson made you go to, but you did anyway because he hadn’t seen his friends for a little while.

You close your eyes for a moment and sigh, really hoping you’d have patience with the girls at this party. They only knew you because you were dating Grayson, and they just so happened to be Gray’s friends girlfriends.

“So, how’s it like being the tops girl,” The blonde says and the rest of the group of girls laugh.

“Good. Why is that funny?” You roll your eyes. You hated girls like them. Snobby, rude, and they threw themselves at literally any guy. Even at Grayson a couple of times.

“It’s funny, because you won’t last a day.” She sighs as if it was a tragedy, but you just roll your eyes once more,

“keep your cool, keep your cool.” You repeat over and over in your head. You didn’t want to make a scene and you wanted Grayson to spend time with his friends. You trusted him, so you knew it was best to leave if these girls got too annoying.

“Yeah, I’m so much better looking then her,” One of the other girls whine,

“More like he’s so much better looking then her.” The blonde scoffs, then looks at you in the eye and smirks, “You have to know he’s out of your league, Y/N.” She continues.

Smoke was practically coming out of your ears as she kept on talking, causing you to get angrier by the minute.

“Stop.” You say loudly, causing her eyes to widen and her to take a small step back, but she quickly recovers as her small frown you caused turns upward into a menacing smirk.

“Your feisty I’ll give you that,” She laughs and the girls behind her laugh along, which was no surprise to you. You knew that if this kept going, you wouldn’t be able to contain yourself, so you turn on your heel and practically jog up the stairs, hearing the girls’ snickers behind you.

You walk into a random room and lean against a wall, taking deep breathes to calm yourself down. Before you knew it, you sank down to the floor with your head against your knees, thinking about what those rude girls had told you.

“Grayson is out of my league” You mumble to yourself and take another deep breathe.

“Y/N?” You hear a familiar voice call out to you but you chose to ignore it, allowing you to sink deeper into your thoughts that seemed to get you in a sad mood.

“Y/N,” The voice was closer, “Why are you up here all alone? I saw you go up here and…Are you okay?”

You look up with your eyes closed, not really prepared to face Grayson after all of the dark thoughts that had just crossed your mind.

You open your eyes slowly to his face, seeing worry written across it causing little wrinkles to form on his forehead. You had always thought that was cute.

“Baby,” He starts and kneels down to be face-to-face with you, “Why are you up here all alone?” He repeats.

“Nothing. Seriously, I’m okay,” Your voice cracks a little, but you keep going, “Go have fun with your friends. I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” He shakes his head, “Trust me, I know when my girl is not fine and she is definitely not fine right now.” He informs you and you bite back a smile.

“Grayson…” You start but he interrupts, sitting down in front of you,

“Y/N, what happened? You can tell me.” He says, and you feel tempted to pinch his cheeks at how cute he looked. His eyes were big as he stared into your eyes, waiting for your answer which you knew he’d listen to.

“I just don’t like the girls downstairs. It’s nothing.” You stretch the truth and Grayson narrows his eyes at you,

“And what did they do?” He signals for you to continue and you sigh. He looks at you for a moment and spins you around so that you were leaning on him instead of the wall, playing with your hair as he waited for your reply.

He knew just how to get you to talk.

“You’re out of my league grayson. Those girls are way pretty and I can’t compete…” You huff and grayson sighs, a small frown making its way onto his beautiful face. You wanted nothing more then the smudge that frown off of his face at that moment.

“Did they put that in your head?” He rolls his eyes, “Y/N, let me tell you something. You’re my girl. my girl. No one else is my girl. You are the most beautiful girl I know, and I love you. Those other girls have nothing on you, and if you think i’m out of your league, i’m flattered, but you have it backwards.”

You smile wide and turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck and placing a slow, passionate kiss to his lips. Your lips moved in perfect sync as you kissed, making you hum in delight.

When you pulled apart you see graysons flushed face and plump lips in front of you, and you reach up and trace his bottom lip with your thumb making him smile.

“let’s get out of here?” He asks, a little bit of hope intertwined in his voice.

“Are you sure?” I ask him and he nods eagerly,

“Very. Let’s go get ice cream.” He sighs and grabs your hand, leading you out of the house and to his car, every girl eyeing you jealously from the corner.

a/n – trashy but not trashy. that’s lit. i’m tired. gn. love you all. sorry if theres typos lolol i’m actually about to die of tiredness.

God bless Hajime Ishiyama for Ymir and all the other girls of SNK and  for giving them the screentime they deserve


3/10/17 this is why you haven’t seen me for a while.

   A while back I entered a singing competition that would allow me to get a serious record deal. I was so nervous because, I’ve never taken my singing seriously..there were 5 other contestants that were really good. Backstage I was selling myself out. I kept saying I couldn’t do it..and I wouldn’t be good enough. However, everything I’ve been through and all the stress I’ve been put under helped me get through this competition with ease..with that being said. Ya girl came out on top. I seen my family’s smiling faces and then I knew I did something right. Thank you to everyone who’s constantly pushing me to do better and Thank you so much for helping me believe in myself.


Insecurities (Hobi/Reader)

Originally posted by jhope-shi

Prompt: May I request one with Hobi when the reader feels insecure about her looks and questions why he is with her when he could be with a gorgeous female idol?

Genre: fanfiction

Words: 2,354

Tags: fluff, angst

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She’s A Hero In My Book

Based on Anon Prompt: “ The reader is super badass and imprinted and the Indominus Rex and she safely gets her back to her cage and Owen was super worried an confesses his feelings and they end up together?”

A/n: This is one of the first prompts I got and my brain just refused to cooperate. However, I can’t sleep so I got out my laptop and got to work and got this one finished for yall. I really hope you like it!

She’s wreaking havoc on the park and soon she will get to the guests if they don’t stop her. You know what you have to do…

This morning, when you heard that she got out, you didn’t realize how bad it would be. You had raised her, imprinted on her even, and you never thought she would be capable of this. But now, she was on a killing spree and no one was able to stop her. InGen has a special weapon for this kind of thing. It’s a sort of shrapnel grenade, filled with tranquilizers, but there were two problems. First, it has to be dropped from the sky, and it can’t be dropped over trees or else it won’t make it to the ground. It has to be in flat, open space. Second, she won’t stay still long enough for them to be able to hit her with it. Even when she began killing the other dinosaurs, she didn’t stay around to eat them; it was just a quick kill and then she moved on. You heard Owen in the control room saying that if there was just some way to get her out of the trees and to stay still, that they would be able to tranquilize her and take care of the situation.

Because of that, you’re now standing on the old original Jurassic Park Welcome Center. You can’t believe it was never torn down, but right now you’re thankful for it. It is out in the open, with no trees directly overhead and you know it’s the only place you can get her to stay. Although in hindsight, you should have probably gotten some help, and not ran off on your own. You just knew that if something went wrong, you would rather not be the cause of more innocent casualties.

When you got there, you started working on your plan. If there was anyone that she would listen to, it would be you; however, just talking to her wasn’t going to do anything. You thought that maybe if you sang to her like you did when she was a baby, she would at least stay still long enough for them to drop it. You can help but think about how mad Owen would be if he knew what you were doing right now; but if there was even a possibility that this would work, you knew you had to try it.

You found the old speaker system easily and were able to get it running as power was still supplied to the building and you found two old radios on one of the shelves. Setting them to the same frequency, you placed one holding down the play button for the speaker and took the other one with you. The hardest part was getting to the roof, but you finally did it. Once up there, you pulled out your phone and called  Lowery.

It rings twice before he answers, “Hey, sorry Y/n, but I’m a little busy, so unless you-“

“Lowery, listen to me. I’m at the Visitors Center. The old one.” He is dead silent and you take a breath and begin, “I think I’m going to be able to get her in a position to drop the tranquilizers.”

He asks how but you don’t have time to explain. “Lowery, please just track my location and get them on their way. I’m on top of the building and as long as I’m up here, I think I can get her to stay still. Please, it’s the best shot we’ve got.”

“Okay.” You sigh in relief when he doesn’t ask any more questions. You hear him typing on the other side of the phone and begin to shout the plan to the others in the control room, but you hear Owen before he even gets to the phone. You assume he picks it up because his voice is suddenly loud and clear.

“What are you doing?” He asks, sounding furious, “You don’t understand, Y/n, that grenade with hit everything within 1000 feet.” His voice begins to fill with panic and he takes a breath, “Babe, you won’t be able to get out of there in time.”

You take a deep breath and close your eyes, “Owen, I’m the only one who can get through to her, you know that. I’m sorry, but I have no other choice.”

He doesn’t respond for a moment and you hear Lowery shout, “She’s headed your way, and so is the plane.” Neither one of them says anything after that and you whisper into the phone before hanging up.

“I love you.”

You know crying will not help right now so you grab your radio and hold down the button to test it out.

“Indy!” You shout into the radio and it comes out loud and clear over the building speakers. “Indy, girl, C’mon! Come find me girl, I’m over here.” Being on top of the building gives you a great view and you can see the treetops bustling about half a mile away. She doesn’t seem to be moving very fast, but she’s moving steadily. It’s time to pull out the big guns as talking to her won’t be enough to keep her occupied. At this moment, unknown to you, Lowery has gotten the security cameras on the building running and you are front and center on the screen in the control room.

You try to keep your voice from breaking as you begin to sing,

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,” You watch the trees and see that she’s getting closer.

“You make me happy, when skies are grey,” She’s about a quarter mile out.

“You’ll never know girl, how much I love you,” You can feel her footsteps shaking the ground now and hear the trees being knocked down.

“Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

As soon as you finish, she bursts from the trees. You stand your ground as she always respected that. She knew you were never scared of her; you saw her at her smallest, youngest, weakest, and helped raise her. She would definitely hurt you if she wanted to, but all you needed was a few more seconds because as she steps towards the building you can already hear the plane coming in.

You continue to sing as she gets closer and closer to you.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.” You pause for a moment as she finally gets her face up close to your body. She sniffs you and breathes out hard, spraying snot all over you, but you continue shakily.

“You make me happy,” The plane is almost overhead. Just two more seconds.

“When skies are gray.” You’re not going to be able to get out of the way in time, you know that. You just hope this works and your sacrifice isn’t for nothing. If you’re going to die, it’s going to be saving everyone’s life, but more importantly, saving hers.

“You’ll never know girl,” tears are falling now as you look to the sky to see the falling object. You close your eyes as she looks up at the grenade and you hope she doesn’t run.

“How much I love you.” The last thing you see is Indy throwing her upper body onto the building, directly on top of you before you hear the explosion. You feel the pain of broken bones and bleeding, but didn’t feel any impact of the explosion. She begins to jolt and shake on top of you, the tranquilizers kicking in, and as she goes still; the pain is too much for you. You feel your brain get foggy before you fade into the darkness and the last thing you think before falling:

Please don’t take my sunshine away.


You wake up in a hospital bed and Owen jumps from the chair beside you as soon as you open your eyes. His face is red and he’s clearly been crying but all you can think about is the pain in your body. Unable to talk just yet, you close your eyes and moan and he quickly calls for a doctor.

When you open your eyes again, a man in a white coat is adjusting a baggie on the stand next to you that leads to the needle in your hand.

“Well Miss Y/L/n, you’re going to be okay.” He speaks slowly, not looking entirely sure if you’re understanding him. “You have 8 fractured bones, but most of them are in your leg, only a few ribs.”

You moan a little softer now, as your tongue moves around in your mouth like a foreign object. You’re not sure if you can talk, but you give it a try.

“I-” You cough at the dryness of your mouth and the coughing sends pain straight to your chest. Owen grabs the plastic cup next to the bed and tilts it to your mouth for a sip of water.

“Miss Y/L/n, you’re very lucky. That grenade could have easily killed you instantly.” You see Owen flinch and grimace in pain but you look back to the doctor. “If she hadn’t happened to fall on you at that exact moment, you would probably be dead.” You know he is only telling you the facts, but you assume he’s got something better to do than make you think of how you almost died. You nod your head and try to speak again, this time more clearly.

“Thank you doctor.” Your voice comes up raspy. “I’ll call one of the nurses if I need anything.”

He nods and walks out of the room and you look back to Owen who hasn’t let go of your hand since you woke up.

“I’m okay,” You say trying to sound reassuring but he just frowns down at you.

“I thought I was going to lose you. Lowery got the security cameras up and I watched the whole thing. I thought you were dead.” His eyes are full of tears again and you hate to see him in this much pain. You slowly pull his hand towards your mouth ignoring the pain and kiss it.

“But I’m not. I’m going to be fine. Because of Indy.” Mentioning her name makes you remember, “Is she okay?” You ask solemnly, wondering if they already put her down.

“She’s on steady meds to keep her sedated until they figure out what to do with her.”  Owen fills you in and you nod softly at this. You take a deep breath, causing another shot of pain to go straight to your chest.

“She saved me.” You say quietly, a tear coming to your eyes, “She didn’t fall; she jumped.”

Owen simply nods his head and whispers back, “I know. We all saw it.” At this you give him a soft, sad smile.

“She not bad, not really.” You say, and he leans down to kiss your forehead. There are tears in your eyes and you begin to feel the pain meds kicking in. For the second time this day, you find yourself blacking out against your will.

“Oh I know that. She kept you safe so you could come back to me.” He moves his face down you kiss you ever so softly on the lips as you fall into darkness once again and you hear him whisper, “So she’s a hero in my book.”

Thanks for reading!!

Something To Think About (Part 1) - Newt Imagine

Request (anon): Could you do an imagine where the reader is put in the Glade and gets continuously made fun of by all the boys for how she looks. And it really brings her self esteem down. So Newt finds her in the woods having a complete breakdown and he finds her. Then you can take it from there. Thank you!

A/N: I´m so sorry for taking so long with your request! So I wrote this imagine based on your request, I might have changed it a little. I hope you like it. Oh and sorry in advance for any spelling mistakes etc (it´s not my first language).
I hope you like it! Enjoy! :)

Pairing: Newt x Reader
Note: Makes fun of Reader (Y/n), rude comments & so on. Sad but cute ending
Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 Info about the series.
Word count: 1509

Originally posted by goddamnitthomassangster

“Haha seriously? Why did they send you here?” One of the boys said.

“I know, they got tired of her so they wanted to get rid of her.” Another one spat out not even given a second thought about your feelings.

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The Adventures of Mother Fuckin’ Robin Hood

Disclaimer: This is a long fucking post but fuck it, I don’t care.

Chances are that you haven’t seen the 1938 Warner Bros. classic masterpiece The Adventures of Robin Hood with Errol Flynn and Olivia De Havilland. If this is the case, fix this issue right the fuck now.

So. Why should you watch this absolute eye-buffet of wonder and dreams?

First of all it’s fucking gorgeous.

The production was over $2 million, which at the time was nothing to sneeze at. For 1938, it was the most expensive film WB ever produced, and it shows. Everything from the costuming, to the scenery, to the intricate matte paintings are like pieces of art themselves. Robin Hood was filmed completely in technicolor. So despite it coming out in a time of black and white, the entire movie was in full, beautiful color. To put it in some perspective, The Wizard of Oz came out just a year later.

I’m not the only one who thinks so, either. It was so well received when it came out, it won 3 out of 4 Oscars: Best Art Direction, Best Music, and Best Editing. In 1995, it was deemed “culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant” by the US Library of fuckin’ Congress. 

Secondly, it’s got some fucking talent.

See this guy? See this handsome motherfucker right here? This is Errol Fucking Flynn. The Dread Pirate Roberts only wishes he was this charismatic.

Errol Flynn was the man who solidified the image of Robin Hood forever. He did for Robin Hood what Christopher Reeves did for Superman. Everything from his cadence, to his genius dialog, to the way he wears those tights, is the epitome of Rob of Locksley.




On top of Mr. Flynn here, you’ve got the great Basil Rathbone as Sir Guy (which, Sherlock fans should note, played Sherlock Holmes in the 1930′s films. Errol Flynn was cast in two pirate movies - Captain Blood and Sea Hawk. So Sherlock might never have gotten to be a pirate, but he was able to fight one)

The beautiful Olivia de Havilland as Maid Marian Fitzwalter

And Claude Rains as the diabolical Prince John.

Now comes the fun part - it completely holds up today.

You might think that something like Robin Hood (especially an older movie) might be dated or dry. You, sir, are dead fucking wrong.

The fights are well choreographed and fun to watch.

When shit is tense, shit is motherfucking tense. You’re invested.

Secondly, and here comes the funsies: it has a socially progressive message in its story and characters.

Now on the one hand: duh, it’s Robin Hood. But think of how many ways a white hetero male in his early thirties winning the girl and being the underdog to come out on top at the end has been a masculine power trip. This is not the case here. Let’s go beat by beat.

First, let’s look at Robin Hood himself.

He’s already breaking the mold simply because of his backstory in the movie’s context. 

Rob of Locksley is a nobleman. He comes from a family of power and wealth, and has the means to live comfortably, even in a time of great oppression. He gives it up, however, and instead risks his life and his lineage to help those without his social privileges. He never thinks himself above those with less, and outwardly challenges those with power instead of safely gaining their favor.

While he is a devilishly handsome, light-hearted hero, his motherly attentiveness and kind nature are traditionally “feminine” traits, which you would not see in most action heroes today. He is sympathetic without a “tragic backstory,” and can be serious without losing his sense of fun and adventure. He’s not just a man on a mission, he’s a character, and seeing his story is fun

I’d also like to point out that while he is a Saxon noble, and many of the people he defends are Saxons oppressed by Normans, he holds no prejudice against Norman people in general, even caring for those Normans who have suffered from the hands of Prince John themselves.

“It’s injustice I hate, not the Normans.”

Secondly, let’s look at Maid Marian

In an era where the damsel in distress is not only common but expected, Maid Marian kicks those expectations in the motherfucking ballsack.

Yes, she is demure and soft and all things pretty, but she has a voice, and a pretty strong one at that. From the moment she meets Robin, she doesn’t hide the fact that she finds outlaws repulsive, and does not give him the false sense of politeness Prince John does. She, like Robin, is a noble. More than that, she is a royal ward of King Richard, thus giving her a status of power and immunity (mostly) that others do not.

The romance between Robin and Marian is only part of the reason Marian opens her eyes to the horrors Prince John has brought upon England. While in Sherwood Forest, she sees the treachery done to poor, innocent people that Robin now takes care of himself. That, in effect, brings her to the realization that to do nothing is just as bad as siding with those who oppress, maim and kill to begin with.

While she does face peril and is in need of a rescue by the very end, she’s not the only one. Half way through the film, Robin gets caught in a trap laid by Prince John (that he stupidly went into knowing it was a trap anyway because he thought it’d be fun).

Marian, wrought with grief and worry, risks her own safety and standing with the Normans and sneaks out to a tavern where Robin’s men are cooped up, trying to come up with a plan. She goes completely alone and unprotected, and begs the men to believe that her intentions are good. She gives them their plan to protect Robin from a hanging. This, ultimately, leads to her being caught by Sir Guy and imprisoned. But not before she gives an impassioned speech that I have memorized by heart:

“At first I wouldn’t believe. Because I was a Norman I wouldn’t let myself believe that the horrors you inflicted on the Saxons weren’t just and right. I know now why you want to kill this outlaw whom you despise. It’s because he was the one man in England who protected the helpless against those who were drunk on human blood. And now you intend to murder your own brother.”

“You’ll be sorry you interfered.”

“Sorry? I’d do it again if you killed me for it.”

It’s also fun to note that while Sir Guy is romantically inclined towards her in the beginning of the movie, it is not the leading message in his and Robin’s Rivalry. She’s not a prize to be won, or a piece of meat to be fought over like a couple of dogs. She is an integral part of the plot, so much so that while she would like nothing more than to live with Robin in Sherwood in happiness, she knows that she’d do more good behind enemy lines, risking her own safety on a daily basis in order to help keep the people of England safe.

Maid Marian isn’t a feeble woman for Robin Hood to rescue. They need each other equally, and rely on one another, which is what makes their romance so wonderful. 


AoRH passes the Bechdel Test

This person

and this person

get together, and it’s the most adorable thing in the goddamn world.

Also, Robin has a sexually questionable effeminate cousin named Will Scarlet.


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