best picture of the night by far

65 Questions You Aren't Used To

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

3. The person you would never want to meet?

4. What is your favorite word?

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

7. What shirt are you wearing?

8. What do you label yourself as?

9. Bright room or dark room?

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

12. Who told you they loved you last?

13. Your worst enemy?

14. What is your current desktop picture?

15. Do you like someone?

16. The last song you listened to?

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? 

29. What is your favorite expletive?

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

34. What was your last dream about?

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

38. What is the color of your socks?

39. What type of music do you like?

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)

43. Do you have any scars?

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

46. Are you reliable?

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

48. Do you hold grudges?

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

51. Are you a good liar?

52. How long could you go without talking?

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

56. What do you like on your toast?

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

58. What would be you dream car?

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

60. Do you believe in aliens?

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

64. What do you think about babies?

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.

65 Questions You Aren't Used To

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

3. The person you would never want to meet?

4. What is your favorite word?

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

7. What shirt are you wearing?

8. What do you label yourself as?

9. Bright room or dark room?

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

12. Who told you they loved you last?

13. Your worst enemy?

14. What is your current desktop picture?

15. Do you like someone?

16. The last song you listened to?

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? 

29. What is your favorite expletive?

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

34. What was your last dream about?

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

38. What is the color of your socks?

39. What type of music do you like?

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)

43. Do you have any scars?

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

46. Are you reliable?

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

48. Do you hold grudges?

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

51. Are you a good liar?

52. How long could you go without talking?

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

56. What do you like on your toast?

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

58. What would be you dream car?

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

60. Do you believe in aliens?

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

64. What do you think about babies?

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.

Send me an Old Hollywood actor
  • Jean Harlow: Do you have a garden? If so, what kind of plants do you have?
  • Humphrey Bogart: Do you travel a lot? Where have you been?
  • Myrna Loy: Do you like going to parties?
  • Spencer Tracy: What time do you wake up?
  • Grace Kelly: What do you do when you're bored?
  • Jimmy Stewart: Do you have a good sense of humor?
  • Veronica Lake: List some random facts about your physical appearance.
  • Gary Cooper: Do you talk a lot?
  • Jean Arthur: Do you have any siblings?
  • Clark Gable: Are you an introvert or an extrovert? A bit of both? Something else entirely?
  • Barbara Stanwyck: What are your hobbies?
  • Cary Grant: Do you have any pets? Have you ever had any?
  • Gene Tierney: What are three things you like about yourself?
  • Bing Crosby: Can you sing or play a musical instrument? Would you like to?
  • Katharine Hepburn: Who do you admire? Why?
  • Fred Astaire: What are your favorite sports?
  • Ginger Rogers: Is there anything you've said that you'd like to take back?
  • Gregory Peck: What is your dream job?
  • Audrey Hepburn: What are your favorite quotes?
  • Donald O'Connor: What is your favorite ice cream/sorbet flavor?
  • Carole Lombard: What makes you laugh?
  • William Powell: Describe your hairstyle.
  • Bette Davis: Do you hold grudges?
  • Frank Sinatra: What countries would you like to visit?
  • Lauren Bacall: Do you like to read? If so, what are your favorite books?
  • James Cagney: What would you call your autobiography?
  • Rita Hayworth: What is your middle name?
  • Peter Lorre: How many languages do you speak?
  • Irene Dunne: What does your neutral face look like?
  • Henry Fonda: If you could do anything for anyone, what would you do?
  • Lucille Ball: What are some of your favorite jokes?
  • Jack Lemmon: What is/was your favorite subject in school?
  • Marilyn Monroe: Do you like your name? Why or why not?
  • Gene Kelly: What color are your eyes?
  • Greta Garbo: Do you get sick easily or a lot?
  • Joel McCrea: Describe your laugh.
  • Debbie Reynolds: What are you afraid of?
  • Dick Powell: Are you a night owl or a morning person?
  • Elizabeth Taylor: What is your religion?
  • S.Z. "Cuddles" Sakall: What was the best year of your life so far?
  • Joan Bennett: Do you worry much about your appearance?
  • Robert Taylor: Describe your family.
  • Eleanor Powell: Describe your bedroom and post a picture if you want.
  • George Burns: List some random facts about yourself in general.
  • Gracie Allen: What is your shoe size?
  • Montgomery Clift: How tall are you?
  • Lana Turner: What are you allergic to anything?
  • Paul Henreid: Are you a coffee person or a tea person?
  • Hedy Lamarr: As a child, did you have one article of clothing that you absolutely loved (like wouldn't take it off type of thing)? What was it?
  • Claude Rains: Do you wear makeup on a daily basis?
  • Cyd Charisse: If you had to describe yourself in only a few lines, what would you say?
  • Peter Lawford: What are your pet peeves?
  • Vera-Ellen: Who are you jealous of?
  • Buster Keaton: Are you easily offended?
  • Paulette Goddard: Give a sample of your handwriting.
  • Bob Hope: Do you have any dietary restrictions (vegan, vegetarian, gluten-free, Kosher, etc.)?
  • Dorothy Lamour: Say what are you live in, but be broad (e.g.: American Southwest, Maritimes, Central Europe, North America…)
  • Charlie Chaplin: What kind of people get on your nerves?
  • Ruby Keeler: What are your gender and preferred set of pronouns?
  • Tyrone Power: Do you have any stuffed animals? What kind of animals are they? What are their names?
  • Joan Blondell: Are you at all nostalgic or sentimental?
  • Ronald Colman: Do you know any songs/poems/passages from novels or stories by heart? What are they?
  • Ingrid Bergman: Are you good at doing impressions of people?
  • Mickey Rooney: What book are you reading at the moment?
  • Judy Garland: Do you believe in an Afterlife?
  • Groucho Marx: Do you tend to be sarcastic/ironic?
  • Jeanette MacDonald: Do you prefer warm or cold weather?
  • Harpo Marx: Do you talk a lot? Too much?
  • Joan Crawford: Write a poem describing one or many of these three things: your eyebrows, a baked potato, a yellow tie-dye sock.
  • Chico Marx: Can you change your voice/fake accents?
  • Mary Martin: Can you cook/bake at all?
  • Zeppo Marx: Do you think you're funny?
  • Mary Tyler Moore: What are your parents' first names?
  • Edward G. Robinson: Draw a self portrait.
  • Doris Day: Who do you miss?
  • Dick Van Dyke: Can you sew/knit/crochet/etc.?
  • Janet Leigh: What are some things that you feel guilty being happy about?
  • Basil Rathbone: What is one belief/conviction you'll never give up?
[20 q’s | jungkook]

♛BTS!SMUT

summary; 20 questions ends pretty well for you, you’d say. (gender neutral!)

You froze. You couldn’t fathom how one second you could be shocked and disgusted by him and the next trying to get your heart to slow down.


The epitome of a fuckboy.

You couldn’t deny the fact that you loved him- he was enticing, charming, and unnervingly sweet when he wanted to be.

When he wanted to be.

Other times, he was sickeningly frustrating- whether that was caused by how undeniably hot he was or how undeniably fucking annoying.

Jungkook [11:19]: Wanna play a game?

You sighed, swiping open your phone and praising God you didn’t have read receipts on. Although after pondering for a while, you decided that you should probably respond to the boy. It wasn’t like you were busy studying- your exam week was finished- what was the harm?

You [11:21]: What is this game exactly?

The response was quick, your phone buzzing almost immediately after you locked in.

Jungkook [11:21]: 20 questions.

Of course. The fuckboy game.

You scoffed. You had known Jungkook for upwards of three years, so why did he even want to play 20 questions?

Regardless of reasons, you were entertaining a boring night. What was the harm?

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Sketch || Jughead Jones

Request from @carmineofmidgardHey !!i was wondering if you could write something with artist!reader x jughead fluff ? These are some Van Gogh quotes that I like, you could use them as like prompts: Art is to console those who are broken by life.

A/N: This my first oneshot ever written! I hope this fulfills your request!

Gif by @juptern

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“Art is to console those who are broken by life.” -Vincent Van Gogh

Saying you’ve had a tough life was an understatement. Your father had left the family when you were very little to be with his secretary leaving you and your mom alone. Your mom, while you adored her, kept pushing for you to become a doctor. She wanted you to have a successful and self-sustaining career; one that she never got to have. You on the other hand wanted to be an artist. Ever since your dad left, you loved to draw pictures of fantasy. Castles, dragons, princesses, and princes. Anything that could draw your mind away from your mom crying at night and less frequent phone calls from your happy father was a plus. Eventually, your drawings evolved into portraits. Well, secret portraits. You drew almost everyone in the school, but no one more than Jughead Jones III. Jughead fascinated you, and truth be told, you had a crush on him. How you could crush on someone that you knew nothing about and who didn’t even know your name was anyone’s best guess. As far as you could tell, the only thing you and Jughead had in common was the fact that you were both loners. That’s it.

You and Jughead had off fifth period and you both spent that time in the library, but not sitting next to each other or even near each other. Unfortunately, Reggie and his group also hung out in the library. It was an average Friday and you had just sat down in your chair in the library when Jughead came in, sitting in a chair across the room from you. Just as you pulled your sketchbook to draw, he pulled out his laptop to write. What he was writing, you had no idea. You began to draw the simple outlines of his face, gently moving your pen along the paper. You bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows and you attempted to capture his facial structure and his emotions. You were so immersed with your drawing that you didn’t notice Reggie peering of your shoulder wearing a wolfish grin. He waited for the librarian to leave the room to copy some papers before he stood up and made his way over to you. Within the span of a second, Reggie quickly pulled the sketchbook from your hands, loudly proclaiming,

“Well, what do we have here, Y/N?”

Everyone in the library looked up from what they were doing, including Jughead. In a flash, you were on your feet, attempting to get your sketchbook back from Reggie.

“Give it back, Reggie!”

Reggie chortled as he looked through your sketches. He had struck gold.

“Everyone, look! Y/N’s got a thing for Norman Bates over here!”

Reggie held up your sketches for everyone to see. Panic and embarrassment flooded your senses and tears began to well up in your eyes as everyone began to laugh at you. Everywhere you looked you could see people laughing. Then you made eye contact with Jughead. He wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t even smiling. He was looking at you intensely, but he wasn’t glaring. There was a look of concern there as well. It was too much for you to bear and you quickly ran out of the library, down the hallway, and out of the school. Knowing you couldn’t go home without your mother knowing you were skipping class, you began the trek to Pop’s.

Pop knew you were upset the moment you walked into the diner. You were always so exuberant, always saying hello and asking him about his family first chance you got. But now? You were silent. Pop looked over at you and smiled softly.

“You want the usual?”

You nodded and sat in one of the booths, your back facing the door. Pop came over with a chocolate milkshake.

“It’s on me.” Pop said and winked.

You smiled gratefully at him and slowly sipped the milkshake, the familiar taste bringing you some relief. Then you remembered you left your backpack in the library. Your sketchbook. Reggie probably still had it. He was probably running copies of your sketches of Jughead to put up all over the school to humiliate you as much as he could. You felt the hot sting of tears coming back as you remembered the laughs and Jughead’s stare and quickly wiped them away. You didn’t know how long you were sitting there, just thinking about the day’s events before a jingle sounded out around the diner as the front door opened. You didn’t pay much attention to it, swirling your straw around the almost empty glass before you heard something being placed down on the floor beside you. You looked to your side and saw your backpack along with a figure standing right next to you. You knew those black pants and shoes. You froze as you realized who it was and slowly looked up, making eye contact for the second time that day with Jughead Jones III who had your sketchbook in his hand.

“I believe this is yours,” he said as he handed it to you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you shakily took the sketchbook back.

“Y/N, right?”

You nodded.

“Yes.”

Your quiet voice was raw from crying and Jughead took notice. He gestured to the seat in front of you.

“Can I sit?”

You nodded, not trusting your own voice. With a quiet “thanks,” he took a seat and the two of you were silent for a moment. You swallowed again. You had to say something.

“How did you know where I was?”

You mentally smacked yourself. Really, out of everything you could’ve said, that’s what your brain came up with? Jughead raised his eyebrows at you.

“I didn’t actually. I came here because I was gonna grab a bite to eat before dropping your stuff off at your house.”

Your cheeks became bright red as you imagined Jughead in your house. Not that you’ve fantasized about that way too many times.

“Well, um, thank you. For giving me back my sketchbook and backpack and all,” you said. “How did you get them back?”

You remembered Reggie’s mean laugh as he held the sketchbook above your head and flinched at the memory. Jughead chuckled at your question.

“It wasn’t easy, let’s just say that.”

You smiled for the first time since the morning and looked down.

“They’re really good,” Jughead said.

You looked up at him inquisitively.

“Your sketches I mean.”

Your heart plunged to your stomach again as you remembered his stare across the room. You looked down again.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “It probably looks like I’m some weird stalker or something.”

You were silent as you waited for his response.

“Aw, that’s a shame,” Jughead said and you looked up at him again, confused by his nonchalant response. “I was kinda hoping you were. Would’ve made a great storyline for my novel.”

He smirked at you and you, realizing he was joking, smiled along with him. Jughead pointed at your empty glass.

“Can I buy you another milkshake?”

You smiled.

“I’d like that.”

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A/N: I hope that was okay! Let me know what you thought!

Dinner Reservations (Trimberly Writings)

So we all know that Kimberly Hart can’t cook to save her life. She basically burns everything she touches or it’s just flat out terrible. It’s essentially indisputable fact. But picture, if you will:

It’s a few weeks after Rita. Kim and Trini have been hanging out a lot (donut dates, study dates, sleepless sleepovers) and Trini’s started to develop a major crush on the pink ranger. Said girl is a little clueless and far too affectionate with her new best friend (RIP Trini).

Kim invites Trini over one night because her parents are away on vacation or something and she had felt spontaneous and decided to cook something. Trini pops over and watches Kim flit about the kitchen with hearts in her eyes. Kim is being her usual flirtatious and cheeky self and Trini’s surprisingly matching her stride for stride, successfully flirting back and teasing the other girl. Kim spoons some sauce and feeds it to Trini.

And poor Trini’s too focused on the way Kim’s biting her lip and how close she is, she doesn’t hesitate to take a bite. And almost immediately chokes.

It’s absolutely disgusting.

First instinct is to find the nearest trash and burn the leftovers, but Kim’s watching her with the most hopeful look in her eyes and an almost shy smile and Trini just can’t. So she smiles around a mouthful of mush and swallows hard. It’s almost worth it just to see Kim smile like that at her and she doesn’t turn down every subsequent bite just to keep Kim smiling.

By the time she finally makes it home she’d eaten half of Kim’s mystery meal and she has to spend the night in the bathroom. (Almost worth it)

A few days later Kim invites Trini over for dinner with Kim’s whole family, whom she’s met a few times before since the Harts are a tightly knit family and absolutely love Trini (for reasons she has yet to understand). During dinner one of Kim’s older brother Ravi brings up Kim’s terrible cooking. Kim says she made food the other night and Trini ate it just fine. Everyone stops and watches as Trini’s face goes beat red and jaws drop.

“Whoa. True love really does exist.” -Kala (Kim’s older sister). Ravi starts slow clapping and Ted Hart tells Trini she’s got incredible endurance. Trini spends the rest of the dinner staring at her plate and avoiding Kim’s eye.

Later when Kim drags Trini out her window (because doors? what doors?) and they’re out at one of Kim’s spots in the mountains, she asks Trini why she ate the food if it was that bad. Trini stumbles a little but finally says that she didn’t want to hurt Kim’s feelings and admits she liked the way Kim smiled at her.

Trini’s ready for the ground to swallow her whole and never show her face ever again. What she’s not ready for is the sound of Kim laughing, hearty and wholesome, and she laughs until tears trek down her cheeks and she can’t breathe. Trini’s face is hot and she huffs, a little annoyed that Kim’s laughing at her, but Kim shakes her head and grabs Trini’s burning cheeks and pulls her close so.

“I can’t believe you put up with food poisoning just because you like me. I think I’m obligated to marry you now.”

Trini’s shook. Kim laughs and kisses her. They spend the rest of the night making out under the stars.

Bonus:

  • Trini tries to teach Kim how to cook
  • they somehow melt a metal pot and the stove explodes
  • Trini makes authentic enchiladas for the Harts
    • Ravi: “Kimmy, please marry this girl.”
    • Kim *smirking*: “Probably.”
    • No one’s surprised (And Maddy wins the bet on when Kim would come out/admit she was dating Trini)
That 65 Questions Thing

1. If you could visit anywhere with anyone, where would you visit with whom?
2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?
3. The person you would never want to meet?
4. What is your favorite word?
5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?
6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?
7. What do you do in the morning?
8. What do you label yourself as?
9. Bright room or dark room?
10. What were you doing at midnight last night?
11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?
12. Who told you they loved you last?
13. Your worst enemy?
14. What is your current desktop picture?
15. Do you like someone?
16. The last song you listened to?
17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?
18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?
19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?
20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)
21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?
22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?
23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?
24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.
25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?
26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?
27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?
28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?
29. What is your favorite expletive?
30. Your house is on fire, holy crap! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?
31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?
32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool stuff… you can move to anywhere else in the world!
33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?
34. What was your last dream about?
35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?
36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?
37. Have you ever built a snowman?
38. What is the color of your socks?
39. What type of music do you like?
40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?
41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?
42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)
43. Do you have any scars?
44. What do you want to be when you graduate?
45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
46. Are you reliable?
47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?
48. Do you hold grudges?
49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?
50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?
51. Are you a good liar?
52. How long could you go without talking?
53. What has been you worst haircut/style?
54. Have you ever baked your own cake?
55. Can you do any accents other than your own?
56. What do you like on your toast?
57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?
58. What would be you dream car?
59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.
60. Do you believe in aliens?
61. Do you often read your horoscope?
62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?
63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?
64. What do you think about babies?
65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.

Shape of You

Alright so here’s the start of a new AU!

Nesta hasn’t seen her sisters in almost a year. When she’s invited back to their lake house for a long weekend, Feyre insists she brings the boyfriend she’s told her about. The only problem is, he doesn’t exist. 

So out of desperation, her friend sets her up with Cassian. Somehow a weekend filled with fake hand holding and kisses, turns Nesta back into the girl she was before Tomas had destroyed her and the relationship she had with her sisters.



Chapter 1

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck,” I slammed my laptop shut as I threw my pen across the room. Of course my sisters would decide to have a start of summer weekend at the lake. And of course they would call me out for the lies I told them about the boy I met while here in the city.

It had been almost six months since I had last seen my sisters. I moved to the city as soon as I could, as soon as I found a job that would help me pay my half of the rent. I wanted out of that small town, I had to walk away before the memories, the ghosts haunted me forever. The city was my fresh start and even though neither of them understood, they let me go.

Feyre and I talked at least once a month on the phone. She kept asking me how I was doing and she told me that Tomas still asked about me. What she didn’t understand, even though I always changed the subject, was that I didn’t want to know about Tomas. I didn’t want to know about anyone in that small ass town because they were the reason why I left. The only reason I talked to Feyre was to check up on her and Elain.

They were the only family I had left. They were the only ones who mattered.

Sure I missed them. I missed my sisters, but it wasn’t enough to make me go visit home. I wasn’t homesick, I was content here in the city, in this new life I had made for myself. I loved my job at the bookstore. I loved the fact that I could walk everywhere and that things were open well into the night. But most of all I loved the fact that no one knew me. They didn’t know the secrets that had been whispered behind my back. They didn’t know how Tomas had tried to ruin me.

They didn’t know that he had almost won that war.

I read Feyre’s email again. Our lake house, the only thing our father had left to us. The lake house that had sat unused for years until we were old enough to realize the benefits of having that big house that sat right there at the water. The only reason we still owned it was because it was completely paid off. That and somehow Feyre and her fiancee were able to keep up with it.

The lake house where so many things had happened. So many things hadn’t happened too. There had been parties, there had been underage drinking. But mostly there had been tears. From me.

I pushed away those memories and looked at my computer. What was I supposed to do? I had started the lie to make my sister feel better. For her to think I wasn’t all alone out here in the city. Because she didn’t understand that I wanted to be alone. I didn’t want to be with someone who hurt me, who could destroy me. Not after I had been with Tomas for so long.

But I couldn’t tell her that truth. Not when I had fed her enough lies to make this boyfriend seem real. She was happy for me, she didn’t worry about me because she thought I had someone taking care of me. I didn’t need someone to take care of me. Just like I knew Feyre didn’t need her fiancee to take care of her. But it was nice knowing she had someone steady. She had someone real after the horrors that Tamlin had dealt her.

My sisters didn’t know about Tomas. They didn’t really know much about why I wanted to leave. It had been different when our parents died. I could’ve left and they would’ve understood. But I stayed until they were finished high school and then when Feyre announced she was getting married last year I up and left. I didn’t even say goodbye I just left a letter explaining I needed to find my own way now that they were both able to take care of themselves.

I pulled my hair hard, trying to stop the tears from filling my eyes. I didn’t cry, not easily. But I got teary eyed when I was frustrated. I couldn’t tell them the truth. So what was I supposed to do? I squeezed my eyes shut and the door to my apartment opened.

“Fuck me this can’t be happening.”

“Nesta!” I jumped at Rita’s voice, “you seem agitated.”

I met my roommate Rita at the bookstore. She was leaving for another job and I said something about needing a place to stay. We hit it off right away and I didn’t hate living with her. Sure our apartment was small, smaller than the home I had shared with my two sisters. But it was ours, I paid rent and I had my own room. Rita didn’t nag me about my mess and I didn’t nag her about hers.

We were good roommates. We got along and we left each other alone when we knew the other needed space. We were friends, but we were almost roommates. We didn’t get in each other’s business unless there was a reason to. I had gotten lucky.

I groaned, "my sisters want to have a long weekend at the lake.”

“Oh fun!”

“Not when you’ve been lying about having a boyfriend. And they want you to bring him along.”

Rita laughed, “oh shit I forgot. Damn what are you going to do?”

I shook my head, “I’ll think of something.”

I leaned back in my chair and Rita watched me. She raised an eyebrow and smiled, “I might know someone who can help.”

“No. The last guy you introduced me to was disgusting.”

His name was Adam and he was a hipster to end all hipsters. His hair was dirty and his glasses were round. They didn’t even have frames, and he spoke in riddles. I didn’t even spend five minutes in his presence. I found an excuse to leave, I texted Rita and told her to call me, and up and left him high and dry at the coffee shop we met at.

Rita laughed, “I’m sorry okay. I thought you’d get along. But you’ll like this one. Should I have him meet you? Even if he’s not the brightest, he’s easy on the eyes.”

She wiggled her eyebrows at me and I couldn’t help but laugh. I bit my lip, was I that desperate?

“Really? Your advice is that I hire someone to be my boyfriend for the weekend?”

She shrugged as she set her bag on the counter, “it’s either that or tell them the truth, Nes. I’m not sure which is worse since you seem so opposed to letting your sisters believe you have someone in your life.”

I winced. Rita never told me what to do, she never scolded me for lying to my sisters. But I knew she was right. If I was so okay with being alone, and I swore I was, then why did I feel the need to please my little sister? I’m sure there was some therapist who would say I really wasn’t okay being alone and that some part of me wanted someone around.

But I wouldn’t believe them. Because I didn’t need anyone, I only needed myself. But I didn’t want my sisters to worry. I didn’t want them to think I left them because they were a burden. They are my sisters and I will always be there for them. But it’s my turn to have a life. It’s my turn to find where I’m supposed to be.

I looked at Rita, she was texting someone. She sat down on the couch and I looked at the picture of the three of us. The only picture I had on my desk of us when I was five and they were babies. I was always there, always taking care of them. They were my best friends, before that night drove us apart. Before that night pushed me so far away from everyone else that I couldn’t find my way back to them.

I didn’t want them to ask about it. I didn’t want them to think they needed to figure me out. If I had someone with me they would direct the attention to him. They would ask him about his life and how we met and what we did, instead of berating me with questions about why I left.

I let out a slow breath and Rita looked at me. She smiled slightly, like she already knew what I was about to say. My cheeks were red as I let the thoughts settle and I nodded my head slowly.

“Fine,” I gritted my teeth as I looked at the clock, “tell your friend to meet me at Luke’s diner in five minutes.”

“He’s already on his way. Trust me you’ll like him. He’s big and handsome,” her eyes got wide as if she had a crush on him herself, “he’s just your type.”

I rolled my eyes and stood up, “if he’s a hipster I swear to god I’ll kill you.”

Rita’s laugh followed me as I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. I walked down the steps, my heart pounding as I opened the door to our building. The sun was warm, the weather had already started to turn to summer. But goosebumps pricked my skin as I thought about hiring someone to lie to my family.

It wasn’t lying. It was pretending. My sister would bring her fiancee, I’m sure Elain had someone. I couldn’t remember if she told me about someone important. His name started with an L? Or maybe it was a C. She didn’t talk much whenever Feyre put her on the phone, but she told me bits and pieces of her life. Elain was the most upset when they found me gone.

I felt guilty every time she called.

But I knew with Feyre came Rhys and with Rhys came his friends. Azriel the quiet one who followed Rhys’s cousin everywhere she went. Feyre told me they were finally opening up to the idea of dating and while I was happy for them all, they were one big happy family, I knew that meant I would be the odd one out. I always was the odd one out, the one who didn’t fit in. The girl who stood alone and never had someone there beside her.

I wanted this weekend, now that I knew about it, to be fun. I wanted them to see me as the Nesta I always was, not the girl I had turned into after that terrible night. The night I was running from. The night I would do anything and everything to forget.

I rubbed my hands up and down my arms as I rounded the corner and the diner came into view. I realized as I walked towards it that I wanted to go home. I wanted to go to the lake and see my sisters and the family they had made for themselves. But I didn’t want to go alone.

Sue me I still had some feelings. I still had some pride I suppose.

I walked into the diner and the bell above the door sounded. Luke, the owner, stood behind the counter and smiled at me. I nodded in greeting, my eyes sweeping the tables. I knew which one was waiting for me as soon as my eyes landed on him. I stood there for a moment too long and contemplated turning around.

He was a big hulking man, his dark hair was long. He looked warm, his skin glowing in the harsh lights of the diner. His black shirt fit perfectly over his arms and his chest. He took up enough space that my eyes couldn’t wander away from them if they tried. My heart stopped, his eyes landing on me before I could make a run for it. Before I could decide this was a terrible choice and I should just tell my sisters the truth.

“Well hello sweetheart,” he stood up and half his mouth tilted in a smile. He could’ve been attractive, if he cut his hair.

I pulled my chair out, “I’m Nesta.”

He licked his lips, “you can call me Cassian,” his eyes sparkled. Like they were hiding something he was dying for me to find out.

“Right well. I take it Rita told you why I’m here.”

He coughed, “something about you being in need of a male escort to the lake this weekend.”

I winced, “a friend,” I tried wondering if I could go through with this, “to make my sisters stop asking me why I don’t have a boyfriend okay? Can you do that? Pretend?”

Amusement filled his eyes. He tried to fight the smile that tugged at his lips, but when it didn’t stop he ran his finger along his chin. He looked down at his hands and I could tell he was thinking about more than just agreeing to helping me. Hell we didn’t know each other, we had just met and I asked him to date me. Even if it was fake, even if he was helping me, this was still weird.

Me and my stupid pride. I was about to take back the offer and tell him to forget it, that I had a mental breakdown and this was all just the biggest embarrassing moment of my life.

But then Cassian nodded slowly, “you know I’m surprise you don’t have a boyfriend. You’re cute and I know a few guys who like bossy.”

I rolled my eyes, “wow that was super helpful,” I glared at him, my hands were shaking. I shoved them under my legs as I waited to hear his answer, “you can just say no. Rita said you were single and I thought maybe you’d want a free trip to the lake for a weekend. I thought maybe…”

I stopped. I almost thought we could be friends. But I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, stopping myself form wishing for something I could never have. I didn’t let myself get close to people, not after Tomas wedged between me and my sisters. Not since that night when he destroyed all the threads of trust I had ever had.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t help you. I just said I’m surprised you aren’t taken,” he smiled then, he liked watching me squirm. He leaned back and stretched his arms over his head. His shirt rode up slightly and I saw the dark markings of a tattoo that disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans.

“Cassian.”

He wiggled his eyebrows, “well how can I say no when you say my name like that?”

He watched me for a moment as relief flooded through me. As much as I hated this I felt better once he said he would help me. I hated having to lie because everyone thought I couldn’t handle life without Tomas. Except I broke up with him. And I moved here, far away from my family to have the life I wanted.

"What do I get for helping you?” He finally asked, his deep voice smooth as he propped his elbow on the table, then leaned his head on his hand. He kept staring at me and it felt like his honey brown eyes could see into my soul.

I looked down at his hands. His skin was golden, a little darker. He looked like he was carved of stone, like he could’ve been a Greek god in another lifetime. A piece of brown hair fell in his eyes and I wanted to push it back. I let out a breath. I hadn’t thought this far.

“I’ll pay you,” I finally said. I didn’t have a lot but I could do something, “it won’t be much. But you’ll get a four day weekend at the lake house. Meals and showers and everything included.”

Cassian seemed to think it over. He nodded his head, "how much?”

“$100.”

“I know I look cheap, but I won’t act like your boyfriend for a hundred dollars, Nesta.”

“$200?”

He shook his head, “you’ll have to do better than that.”

I blew out a breath, “$500. That’s my final offer.”

He reached across the table and touched my hand. His skin was warm and a spark shot down my arm. He ran his thumb over the back of my hand, “well sweetheart you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart,” I snapped. My eyes narrowed.

He laughed, “well I guess we should make some ground rules.”

“The first one is no pet names. Nesta,“ I pointed at me, "Cassian. Got it?”

He sighed, “sure sweetheart.”

He wasn’t going to make this easy. I could tell as he continued to smile, his eyes lighting up as I glared at him. It was like he thought I was a challenge, like he wanted to defy everything I was saying. He licked his lips, his fingers tapping on the table as I thought through what other boundaries we needed to establish. I didn’t realize this would all happen so fast. The weekend would be here in two days and somehow I had managed to find myself a boyfriend to fill the empty role.

Feyre would love Cassian. He was everything I would never want in a boyfriend. He was the complete opposite of Tomas and I couldn’t stop letting that sway me. He was big and dark, whereas Tomas was small and light. Cassian was full of mystery, but not the kind that Tomas carried with him. Cassian seemed honorable, Tomas had just been pure evil.

I let out a slow breath and pulled my hands off the table so he wouldn’t try to touch me again. I couldn’t stop feeling that spark going down my spine. I couldn’t stop wondering why exactly I had wanted this in the first place. I shook my head and finally brought my eyes back up to his.

“Okay so I’ve got some rules. First we hold hands if someone else is in the room. No touching if we’re alone, because honestly there’s no reason for it. You’re there to make me look good. You can kiss my cheek, but nothing more. We aren’t big on public displays of affection. My sister and her fiancé are, but that’s another story,” I rolled my eyes. Feyre and Rhys could barely keep their hands off each other. I hated being stuck in a room with them.

My cheeks turned pink and my mouth went dry, “we will probably have to share a room, you sleep on the floor. We don’t share the room if the other is changing. Make sure you bring enough clothes to sleep in and a bathing suit.”

Cassian nodded, "fine. But you want this to be believable. So you’re forgetting one thing.”

“What?”

He smiled and it would’ve knocked me to my knees if I wasn’t already sitting. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to make it through the weekend alive. I had a feeling this new friend of mine was going to try and climb the walls I had built this last year. Like he thought he could break down the shell I had surrounded myself inside.

HIs brown eyes danced as he looked at me, his crooked smile in place, ”the story of how we met.“

anonymous asked:

"So you have a photo of me with a prostitute. So what". For whatever pairing you want

I DID NOT FORGET THIS. I got stuck real bad and it took a while to get back to writing; sorry to keep you waiting. So, here; Schnee family drama with Monochrome mention.


Weiss watched the way her father paced in front of the fireplace, never once allowing her posture to falter. The study’s walls once felt stifling and oppressive, the eyes in the paintings all looking down upon her, the busts judging her as well- mental tricks she’d outgrown, but ones he still wished to play, hoping that setting the field in his favor would improve the outcome. She’d only seen him this incensed once before, and that was back when he still worried about being caught raising a hand to his children; she doubted this fiasco would turn out any better. A stab of phantom pain attempted to close her left eye but she muscled through it, tilting her chin up when his furious gaze fell on her, the folder in his hand held up between them.

They’d done this song and dance far too many times. Ever since he assumed the office of Governor after her grandfather’s term ended, the man had done everything in his power to portray the family exactly as he wanted them to appear to the press. Every movement was measured, every faltering step remarked upon endlessly, and she’d grown up fully expecting that she had no other choice but to walk the path he’d mapped out for her, to one day assume the office herself and continue the Schnees’ impressive hold over the state. That meant she could be nothing short of perfect, entirely scandal free, and beyond reproach on every front. The whole routine exhausted her but she kept up appearances well enough, though his irrational barking occurred more frequently now. He had to know she was faking it by this point and he was purposely pushing her, seeing if she’d break and allow him to remold her into the image he desired for her.

But she was never quite as brittle as he thought.

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L’Homme Fatale [Kai One Shot]

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Pairings: Jongin/Kai x Reader

Genre: Mostly angst, some fluff

Warnings: None except mentions of sex and quite a lot of angst

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Word Count: 12,218 (I am so sorry it’s this long. If you want me to, I can split it up into two parts and post it like that)


Sometimes we meet the right person and have the best of moments with them, simply at the wrong time.


L’Homme Fatale(Deadly Man): Is a stock character of a mysterious and seductive man whose charms ensnare his lovers often leading them into compromising, dangerous or even deadly situations. He is an archetype of literature. Also the masculine form of a Femme Fatale(Deadly Woman).




You were sitting in your best friends room while she pestered you about last nights events. You rolled your eyes at her and pushed her away making her laugh at your sudden shy behaviour. Last night you went out clubbing to celebrate graduating. You went alone since Mel couldn’t go with you but you had the time of your life. You were finally an adult and it felt freeing so you had a few drinks too much getting a bit too tipsy to know exactly what you were doing. Your mind trailed off thinking of him. His plump lips lighting your skin on fire making you lose all sense of reality, getting lost in the moment. His eyes were clear in your mind despite all the alcohol that was in your system at the time. His soft hands leaving a lingering feeling on your skin despite the shower you had this morning. The thoughts made you shiver and smile to yourself before Mel pulled you out of your thought flailing her arms in your face. 

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snapstreak - finale

Originally posted by jengkook

genre: fluff
pairing: jungkook x reader
summary: in which your snapstreak with hoseok is in danger because he decided to go without internet access for ten days but he hires someone to maintain his streak
words: 1.9k

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day nine

There’s nothing more comforting than a casual stroll in the park at six in the morning. Jungkook is never a morning person — hell, he’d sleep all day if he could — but somehow or rather, he finds solace in the quiet park with the occasional jogger whom he’d politely nod towards. He glances at his phone, scrolling through the pointless twitter notifications and super likes he got from tinder, and sighs.

Why does it feel like he’s in the awkward segment where it’s almost the end but yet the end is still so far?

One more day till Hoseok comes back means one more day left with you. Jungkook scoffs. Who in their right mind would fall for someone whom they met on snapchat no less? Pictures of nothing and weird texts that he can’t seem to follow up when the chat ends for the night. He stares at the little kissing emoji which indicates that you and Hoseok are Super BFFs. What is he to you? Simply someone to keep you company while her best friend is somewhere else? Someone to maintain snap streaks with?

His questions remain unanswered when a dog suddenly runs up to him and starts sniffing his legs. Jungkook laughs, kneeling down and ruffling its ears.

“Holly!”

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Auston Matthews - Part 23

Little shorter than my usual posts, but setting up for the real fun starting next post

My mom leaves me staring after her with a dumbfounded expression on my face. Wha… what? I look absentmindedly around my room, at a complete loss of what to do and seeing the time glaring back at me, decide to just get into bed. I call my two pups into the room and snuggle down into my covers with them on either side of me, my two little personal heaters.

               My mind wanders to Auston, I don’t have to wonder what he’s currently doing because my phone is still going off at regular intervals of pictures of him sent by either Marner, Nylander or one of the other several player who seem to have my number now. Auston sends me them too, though his aren’t every thirty seconds. My phone vibrates from a text and I swipe down for look at it.

               R u awake?

               I smile when I see who it’s from.

               Nope, sleep texting

               Smartass

               How was dinner?

               I don’t really think u need to ask that. U were pretty much there with all the snapping.

               True, your chicken looked delicious

               I didn’t send you any pictures of my chicken

               I know

               Jesus. Is there anything they didn’t send you?

               Nudes

               There’s a minute before he responds and I wonder if I went too far. Then the little bubbles pop up and I relax.

               Thank god for that, I would hate killing my best friends.

               I giggle and roll onto my back, my eyes are getting tired.

               Well they r safe for the night

               Ur getting tired

               How do u know that?

               U never abbreviate words or forget punctuation

               Oh

               Go to bed

               No

               Ok

               I’m going to bed

               Then y did u say no???

               Don’t tell me what to do

               I giggle again when he sends me a bunch of the exasperated emojis.

               Night Auston

               Night Y/N

               I stare at my screen for a few moments, my heart fluttering against my ribs and I try to figure out why. There wasn’t really any flirting, just conversation yet my heart is beating like he really did send me nudes. I click my screen off and shove my phone under the pillow, determined to fall asleep without thinking about the stupid boy.

               Two days pass a lot faster than I would have thought possible. Now I’m standing outside the house I grew up in, looking at all the grandness of it one more time before I get into my waiting car, with a trail of my parents SUV a handful of family and friends, all with their cars packed to the brim as well and a hauling truck bringing up the rear. My parents are in their respective vehicles, letting me have my moment. We had said our goodbyes last night.

               I had just gotten off the phone with Auston and had only been asleep for a few minutes when my father gently shook me awake. Silently he had taken my hand and pulled me downstairs, helped me put on my coat and then we went outside hand in hand. Perched on our usual spot on the picnic table, we sat side by side in silence for several hours, our eyes on the sky and silent tears rolling down our cheeks. We didn’t need words to communicate.

               Now, standing outside the home that I had learned to walk, there was a sizeable dent in the master bedroom doorframe from one of my failed attempts at that. My eyes trail to the driveway to my right, where I had skinned by knees more times than I can count trying to play street hockey and riding my bike. None of these things made me sad to think about, though tears did come, they were just memories trailing down my cheeks, making room for even more beautiful memories to come.

               The drive over to Canada goes without any difficultly and before I know it, I’m standing outside my new house. My two dogs are already bounding around in the few inches of snow that must have just fallen, within moments it looks like I own two little polar bears instead of two labs. The house is nicer than I had thought, built less than five years ago, it fits in with the few newer houses littering the block. I can’t help but grin at myself. This is my home.

               The next four hours are spent with my parents and various friends and relatives unloading the U-Haul and other vehicles lined up on the street. I mostly just stand in the foyer and point people in the right direction with boxes and pieces of furniture, I feel extremely lazy just watching but there’s so many people that they need direction. I’m amazed at how quickly everything is brought inside and I have never been more grateful that my grandparents own a home renovation company and over the years they have been putting various pieces of furniture to the side for me and my cousins. Most everything that is now taking up space in my house I didn’t have to pay a dime for.

               The only time that my happiness falters is when I glimpse my parents, the pain of leaving them so great I don’t know how I don’t fall over. Once the last of the boxes have been moved inside, the majority of my family and friends leave until it’s just my parents and me. They stand at the bottom of the stairs as I make my way down to them, their fingers entwined and my heart pangs in my chest. I could never imagine being in love like my parents are.

               I reach the bottom of the stairs, my hand lingering on the banister, I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out and I reach for my parents. They embrace me and I bury my head into my father’s chest. Not caring in the slightest that I’m a full grown adult and hugging them like I did when I was five years old.

               This time I don’t sob like I expect to, my tears are all dried out. Instead I try to memorize everything I can about them, their smell and the crinkles by my mom’s eyes, the result of smiling more than the average human, the rough stubble of my dad’s beard and the gray streaks in his hair that he always tries to blame on me.

               “Alright, time for your first home picture,” my mom finally says, her hand running through my hair once more before putting her hand on my shoulder and I take a step back, my hand still firmly in my fathers.

               I join them on the porch, taking my place by the front door as my mom takes my phone and hers out into the lawn, my dad following. I beam at the camera and throw my hands out to either side of me, my two dogs make an appearance at just the right time and make the picture.

               “Beautiful as always,” my dad says from my mother’s side.

               “You didn’t even see the picture,” I roll my eyes at him, returning to his side. He quickly ducks me under his arm and gives me a noogie, I squeal and try to swat his hand away.

               “Don’t need to look to know,” he says and I can’t help but grin at him as I try to smooth my hair back out.

               “It’s time kid,” my dad says gruffly and I know this has to be harder for them than it is for me.

               My mom joins us on the lawn, the snow sitting in her hair like a halo, her arms encircle me and then my dad’s cover hers.

               “I love you so much,” I whisper.

               “We love you too baby, more than you know,” my mom whispers back, I can feel her wet tears falling into my hair.

               “Proud doesn’t even begin to cover it,” dad chimes in, his voice even more gruff than before and my heart twinges.

               I meet my father’s eyes, swimming with tears and I think back to that very first night under the stars, he gave me everything I could have ever asked for, and I tell him so.

               “No, Y/N, I introduced you to it, you made it into something beautiful,” he grazes me cheek with his knuckles and I lean into his hand.

               “I love you,” I repeat, he winks at me and his hand drops from my face, taking my mom’s hand instead, tugging her gently towards the car.

               She kisses my forehead once more and pats the heads of the two dogs bouncing around in the snow before climbing into the passenger seat of the SUV. I close her door gently and she rolls down the window. Though don’t say anything more. We can’t.

               I watch them pull away from the curb, down the street and around the corner. I stand there several more minutes, staring into the distance before turning and looking at my house. I stuff my hands in my pockets and whistle for my dogs, walking up the front steps and through my front door.

               Getting set in the kitchen is first on my list, my family offered to stay and help unpack the boxes but I refused. There was no way I was letting someone have all the fun of organizing my house. My phone buzzes the moment I touch the first box and I let out a frustrated sigh. Really?

               I snatch up my phone and my annoyance fades away immediately. I had sent the picture my mom took of me to Auston and he had finally responded.

               You know I always had a thing for older, responsible women

               Haven’t you always had a thing for me?

               My point exactly

               I giggle and lean against my counter, opening my snapchat and sending a picture of my T.V already set up in the living room, which was the only thing I had allowed anyone to touch because I knew I would mess it up somehow. I caption it “So you can’t yell at me for not watching your game again” and send it to Auston. Last week I had watched the Detroit game that was playing at the same time as the Toronto one and boy had I heard about it from not only Auston but every Leaf’s player that had my number.

               I open my text messages again and type out a response.

               Are you calling me old??

               Little bit, but im into it.

               I roll my eyes and another message from Auston appears.

               Ur rolling ur eyes right now aren’t u?

               Little bit

               I can think of other ways to make them roll

               A tingle goes through my spine and I blush even though there is no one around.

               I don’t think it’s exactly fair that you can say that kind of stuff but I can’t…

               Says the girl who just the other day said that she slept naked in my childhood bed!

               Touché.

               A snapchat notification pops up and I click it open, seeing a picture of Auston’s shoes and I know he’s on the bus heading to the arena for the game against San Jose tonight. “Good girl” it’s captioned and I roll my eyes again.

               Alright, we just got to the arena, I’m guessing u’ll be asleep by the time I’m able to call u. So I’ll see u tomorrow?

                Another tingle shoots through my spine at the thought of finally seeing Auston tomorrow. For the last twelve days all I’ve been able to do is imagine his lips against mine and… Other things.

               Depends, your rule still in place?

               Of course

               Then I can’t wait

               There’s a pause between messages.

               You are literally the worst

               I just send a kissy face emoji and receive an unimpressed one in response. I grin, pleased with myself and set my phone back down on the counter. I eye my dogs who are already lounging on the sectional couch.

               “Hey! Get to work!” I call to them and they just flick their ears in my direction and give a “really mom?” expression. I scoff at them and turn back the first box I see, now is when the fun begins.

2

during still breathing billie joe leaned out so far to the audience and i managed to get these beautiful pictures (please credit if you use them)!! there is no zoom just me stretching my arms out as far as I physically could!! honestly the best night of my life, didn’t think they could get any better than the two times i’ve seen them before but of course they did! absolutely love this band and will die a hardcore green day fan ❤️

“If I Could Tell Her” Peter Maximoff x Reader

Request: “Hi, can you do a fic based off “If I could tell her” from Dear Evan Hansen with a fluffy ending please 💕” ~ @actual–hobbit

Warnings: Fighting, Guilt, The death of Alex Summers :(

Pronouns: Female (I naturally write with female pronouns, but I try to change it up every once in a while. PLEASE feel free to request a version of this, or any previously written imagine with different pronouns. IT IS NO TROUBLE AT ALL, Also, if you have a request, feel free to make specific pronouns part of it.)

A/N: Ok, @actual–hobbit! I’m a theatre kid myself, but I’ve never seen Dear Evan Hansen. Needless to say, I did some research after getting your request and I LOVE the story and this beautiful song. I may have changed some things up (Alex wasn’t really abusive, like Connor) and I don’t think I made it fluffy enough at the end, but I really hope you like it! Thanks for requesting (and introducing me to a fantastic new musical <3) ) and have a groovy day!

(P.S. It sounds just as incest-y in the song. I promise. Beautiful song, though. Give it a listen. )

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SONG: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B7h7c_L_Yp4

Peter felt like he was begging for a distraction. He wished that he could just sit down and read like a normal person. Instead, he paced the room with his History book open and his attention snagging on everything in his line of sight. He let out an exasperated groan and stuffed the book inside his backpack. Maybe, Y/N could help. He never had trouble focusing on her. She always grabbed his attention. That was part of the reason why he was failing history.

He knocked lightly on the door, to no response.

“Y/N?” He pushed the door open and looked around the room. No one.

“Damnit.” He whispered, plopping down in her desk chair. He scanned the walls and shelves pensively. He was in her dorm all the time, but he’d never really looked around that much. He was always there to watch movies and things like that. Not to mention Y/N was typically in there with him, meaning his level of attention to things other than her was pretty limited.

It was a home-y little room, filled with little decorations and pictures of her family and friends. He stood, picking up a picture from her shelf. Jean and Y/N in front of the Statue of Liberty. He smiled and grabbed another. Him and Y/N laying out on the grass in front of the school. It had only been a few days after the battle with Apocalypse. Peter still had his cast on. It had been a long couple of days and everyone was beyond exhausted. They’d fallen asleep by the lake and Jubilee managed to capture the picture before they woke up. As he propped the photo back up against the shelf, a loose photo fell from the back of the frame.  He grabbed it just before it hit the floor. It was an older photo, dusty with bend corners. Captured in the frame was Y/N, her bothers, and an older man and woman. Her parents. He remembered seeing them at her brother’s funeral. She had written on the bottom of it. Summers’ 1975.

He studied the family, feeling a churn in his stomach. Alex Summers had died the day Peter evacuated the school during an explosion. Turns out, he had missed someone.

Alex was a friend. More importantly, he was a good person. Peter had never forgiven himself for overlooking him. Five months after his death, and Peter still felt nauseous at the thought of it. He should have gone deeper into the blast. He may have been able to get him out in time. If only he had gotten there just a little bit sooner. Alex deserved to make it out, not Peter.

He swallowed thickly. He was never fast enough. Not when it mattered.

He rested the photo up against the back of the shelf trying to erase it from his thoughts, but he couldn’t get the tightness out of his chest.

Suddenly, a distraction presented itself. A muffled door slam echoed down the hallway followed by quick footsteps. Y/N flung the door open and throw her bag down on the bed, tears in her eyes.

Peter stood, “Y/N?”

She jumped and flipped around.

“Oh, God. I’m sorry, Peter. I didn’t know you were in here.” She wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her sleeve and sat down on the bed, trying to gather herself. Peter joined her on the bed, hesitantly.

“What happened to you?”

Y/N took a deep breath. He could tell she was trying her hardest not to cry.

“Scott…He hates me… Alex hated me to.”

Peter frowned. Y/N loved her older brothers more than anything, but she wasn’t really that close to either of them. Alex had been gone a lot with the school and the X-men while she was growing up. That, in itself, had its effects. Every time she talked to him, it was as if they barely knew each other. Presumably because, they did barley know each other. They had both wanted to be closer, but neither of them knew how to get there. Scott, on the other hand, was with her everyday, growing up. They never left each other’s side until Alex died. After the funeral, they stopped talking and started fighting.

The tightness in Peter’s stomach returned.

“Scott doesn’t hate you, Y/N. And Alex didn’t either. He thought you were awesome.”

Y/N scoffed turning away from him.

“He thought I was awesome? My brother?” She whispered, intrigued by the comment. He followed her eyes, climbing over on the bed so that she was looking at him again.

“Definitely!”

“How?” She seemed to cling to his words. Like, it was the only thing left that could prove her wrong.

“He’d talk about you all the time, Y/N. He thought it was so funny that you’d fill out those quizzes in magazines…And you know how your mom gets angry when you draw on the cuffs of your jeans when you get bored…he knew all about that.” Peter paused, seeing the tears in her eyes. She gave him a watery smile.

“He loved your smile…” Peter whispered, “He said you’d never know how great it makes people feel when you smile”.

Y/N looked down at her feet. She would’ve killed to hear Alex say those things. Any of them.

“Did he say anything else?” Peter was caught off guard.

“A-about you?”

“Never mind, I don’t really care anyways-“

Peter grabbed her shoulder, still fumbling to hold her attention, “No, no, no—just, no, no—he said—he said so many things, I’m just—I’m trying to remember the best ones.”

Y/N laughed and caught a tear that was rolling down her cheek.

“Remember in middle school? When you put indigo streaks in your hair?”

Y/N nodded, remembering. She had begged her mom to let her dye her hair over the summer. It had taken her weeks to convince her, but she was entirely too happy when she finally caved.

“He thought it was really cool, when you did that.”

“He did?”

“Yeah! And whenever you danced at Jubilee’s birthday last year, he said you danced like the rest of the world wasn’t even there!”

Y/N laughed as Peter sat up on his knees, grabbing her hands. She sighed and looked over at the family photo on her nightstand. She took it, running her fingers over the glass pane.

“Hey…” Peter tilted her chin up to look at him, “Don’t worry about Scott. He’ll come around.”

She nodded sadly.

“You’ve both had something…something terrible happen to you. Sometimes, being there for someone is the best thing you can do. “

Peter could feel the pit in his stomach begin to return. 

Y/N looked back at the picture, “It just seems like he’s so far away. It’s like I don’t know anything.”

Peter felt short of breath. If only he could tell her how much sleep he lost at night. If only he could tell her how he’d never forgive himself. If only he could tell her about how her smile seemed to make the sick feeling in his stomach go away for a while. That sort of subtle, perfect, real smile. If only he could tell her it was him who loved her blue hair and her stupid dancing and her magazine quizzes and the cuffs of her jeans. It was him who lived for her smile. It was him who loved her.

If only he could tell her.

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6

Charles Manson, aka Satan, dead at 83

Born to a teenage single mother who once, he claimed, bartered him for a pitcher of beer, Charles Manson grew up to wreak havoc on the world that rejected him. An ex-con on the far fringes of the Los Angeles music scene, Manson assembled a “family” of young, mostly female, misfits and drifters in a ramshackle house in the desert. Over two nights in 1969, he dispatched his followers on a murder spree that killed actress Sharon Tate and six others, and destroyed whatever shreds of American innocence and complacency had survived that calamitous decade. Sentenced to death along with three of his acolytes, he escaped the gas chamber when the California Supreme Court ended capital punishment, and died Sunday, at the age of 83, still a prisoner.

There have been much bigger mass murders since, more prolific and sinister serial killers, but the Tate-LaBianca murders, as the crimes came to be called, still occupy a unique place in the American psyche: exceptionally gory (Tate, stabbed 16 times in the torso, was eight months pregnant at the time) frighteningly random (the victims, killed in their homes in wealthy hillside neighborhoods, had no connections to Manson or the other killers) and with touches, such as the word “pig” written in blood on a wall, calculated to strike fear into the heart of a nation in which the memory of the inner-city riots of the previous two years was still fresh. Different participants have suggested different motives for the killings over the years, but the one that stuck in the public mind was Manson’s supposed intention of provoking a race war, which he named “Helter Skelter,” an homage to the Beatles song of that name on 1968’s “White Album.”

And there was Manson himself, the self-described “Satan” with his wild hair and scruffy beard — the swastika tattoo on his forehead came later — his piercing gaze, and his uncanny gift for attracting vulnerable young women and bending them to his will. An embodiment of the nightmare stalking every middle-class white family where rebellious adolescents sulked in their rooms, dreaming of the forbidden fruit of sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll. Manson offered them that, and the embrace of a “family” — what Americans would later learn to call a “cult” — in exchange, as he himself might have put it, for their souls. (Jerry Adler/Yahoo News)

Photo credits: AP/NY Daily News via Getty Images/California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation/Bettmann Archive/Getty Images

See more photos of the life of Charles Manson and our other slideshows on Yahoo News.

Prom Sentence Starters
  • “Will you go to Prom with me? You know, since you don’t have anyone else to go with.”
  • “We should get a hotel room for after Prom ends. I’ll just tell my parents I’m with ____.”
  • “I just got asked to Prom by _____! I can’t believe this!”
  • “Prom is on a Saturday. My job is going to have to give me that night off.”
  • “Only ______ more days until Prom night! Have you found your dress/tux?”
  • “Were you able to get a limo for us? We have to show up in style.”
  • “You’re breaking up with me? Right before Prom. You’re such a bastard.”
  • “If you’re a good boy/girl, you just might get lucky when we get out of here.”
  • “We should take Prom pictures to commemorate this night. We look good anyways.”
  • “How do you get grounded right before Prom night? Can you still go?”
  • “I’m not wearing panties tonight. Be a good boy and you can have a taste after we leave.”
  • “I know you’re going to Prom, but are you going to ______’s after party too?”
  • “Sure, I’ll go to Prom with you. You know, since neither of us could find dates.”
  • “You’re not supposed to cry on your Prom night, are you?”
  • “If Prom is close, that means graduation is close too.”
  • “Have you decided on if you’re going to Prom or not? It’s coming up in a few weeks.”
  • “My parents are too much, sorry you had to take all those pictures before we left.”
  • “If I win Prom King/Queen, I’m going to shove it in ______’s face forever.”
  • “I spent $2500 on this dress. We’re going to Prom. This isn’t refundable.”
  • “Go to Prom with me and let’s just have fun. We deserve it after all.”
  • “So, here’s the plan. You’ll pick me up from my house, we take pictures, go have dinner and then we go to Prom and make like the best entrance ever.”
  • “We have to get our tickets for Prom now if we’re actually gonna go. Today’s the last day for ticket sales. And I’m honestly not sure if they will let you pay at the door.”
  • “You’re part of the Prom committee right? What’s the theme this year?”
  • “I feel like “A Night At the Oscars” or something would be an awesome theme.”
  • “So far for themes, we have “Met Gala”, “Oscars” and “Emmy Awards”. What do you think about them? Any suggestions?”
  • “Did you hear? If we aren’t maintaining a D+ and up and a 90% adherence rate for being at school and getting to class on time they’re not letting us go to Prom even if we already paid? They’re also not doing any refunds.”
  • “My Mom asked me to get her a Chaperone sign up sheet for Prom. I’m not going.”
  • “I had no idea you were going to Prom, I would have asked you to be my date.”
just peter, the rain, and his thoughts of you

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pairing: peter parker x reader

synopsis: it’s a rainy day and peter mourns over the reader’s death whilst recalling its events

warnings: a n g s t, death

word count: 1.5 k

a/n: heavily based on the song rain by KNK (English translation). it’s my first shot at angst so please excuse if it gets a bit cheesy in the middle. also, I wrote this at like midnight so sorry for any grammatical errors.

a/n 2.0: btw italicized words = thoughts or flashback


The overhead skies perfectly reflected Peter’s mood as his dull eyes, lacking their youthful luster, gazed at the city on the very rooftop he had taken you on when you had discovered his super-hero identity. Cold pellets of rain poured onto his lone figure yet he couldn’t find it in himself to seek shelter or even care the slightest bit about his health. It wasn’t as if he’d felt alright in a long time anyways, so what was the point of worrying about catching some cold? Numbness was all he felt on the inside yet his tear ducts betrayed him as a constant flow of tears streamed down his face, mingling with the rain drops that found their way onto his skin.

‘I wish you were here. I wish I had been there with you when it happened. I wish I was half the hero you made me believe I was (Y/N).’ His thoughts ran rampant with alternate scenarios- making his heart clench even more with his loss. It had already been a few weeks yet Peter knew for certain that your death left a wound on him that would never fully heal.


“You sure you’re alright, (Y/N)? No strange guys looking at you or anything?” Peter’s concerned voice rang through your phone as you rolled your eyes.

“No Peter. If there was, I would have told you and you would have already knocked him out by now,” you replied with a light-hearted tone. You were just grabbing some coffee from the café down the street from where you lived to get through a project you procrastinated on. Peter was doing the same thing, so he resorted to just being on the phone with you to ensure your safety.

He chuckled at your jab towards him and was about to retort when the sound of a car horn blared through his phone speakers followed by the screech of tires. Peter was acutely aware of his heartbeat as he waited for you to say something on the phone about crazy drivers. After a few moments, he feared the worst.

“(Y-Y/N)? You there?” There was an undeniable shake to his voice while his hand’s grip on the phone tightened considerably. A few more moments passed before your breathy voice broke through the silence on the other side of the line.

“H-hey Pete…”

“(Y/N)? Are you alright? What happened?” His questions fired in rapid succession.

A strangled cough.

“… I’m not sure if I could finish that project after all…”

Cold dread settled at the pit of Peter’s stomach as he connected the dots. Abruptly, he got up from his desk and hastily put on his Spider-Man suit with his phone still pressed to his ear.

“Babe no. Don’t say that. I’m on my way right now just hang on.” He tried to keep his voice steady, but it trembled near the end of his statement. Uncle Ben’s loss was one he had barely recovered from. How was he going to be if you left him too? When the only thing left of you would be the memories you two shared? His eyes prickled with tears that threatened to be spilled, but he forced them down to focus on the matter at hand: getting to you. The suit was finally on and he wasted no time with jumping out of his window. It would have normally been a struggle for him to use his motor skills with only one hand available, but sheer desperation made up for what he lacked ability-wise.

“You know I love you. Right, Peter?” Your voice seemed so frail now, soft but full of tenderness that gave it a sort of strength as well.

“Of course I do (Y/N). I love you so so much too, so please- hang on for me.”

Every intake of your breath was heard by Peter through the phone, but each inhale was getting shallower and shallower. Peter muttered obscenities under his breath as he wished that he lived closer to you.

“(Y/N) darling, did you see anyone call an ambulance for you or anything? I don’t want you to be risking your life just to talk with me.”

“…mm? Yeah… I’m not too far from the café so the employees saw me… they think I’m crazy talking on the phone like this.” A laugh drifted out of you before it was cut off by more rounds of coughing, each one weaker than the last.

“(Y/N) please don’t die on me now. I swear I’m almost there.”

“I’m not sure if I can promise that right now Peter…”

“No! Please…” he rounded the corner to be met with a horrific scene. There was no sign of the car that hit you - a hit and run - and Peter would have tried to track down the driver had you not been in such a state. Your body was still as it lay in a pool of the crimson liquid flowing out of it. Peter ended the call and ran over to you, cradling you in his arms as he examined your figure and not giving a single damn that blood was getting onto his suit.

“(Y/N)…” he choked out as he saw the extent of the damage the car left. He took off his mask, not caring that his identity may be revealed. The only thing that mattered ro him right now was you. The darkness of the night obscured the bruises that were definitely there but the amount of blood he felt on his fingertips gave him a clear image. He would have tried to get you to the hospital himself had you not been bleeding so profusely.

“Peter…” your hand shakily rested on his cheek whilst said boy held it there, holding it as if it was his own lifeline.

“Yes (Y/N) I’m here.”

“I’m so glad that I got to see your face… to have you be physically here with me… gosh, I don’t want to leave you here like this… I still haven’t done a lot of stuff yet… graduate, go to (college of choice), hopefully get married with you…” You fought your own tears as you realized you wouldn’t be able to experience such joys. You weren’t even embarrassed that you basically admitted to wanting to spend the rest of your life to him. Peter could feel himself feel both warm and bitter at your revelation. He was thinking the same thing, but he didn’t think that you would admit it to each other like this.

“Me too (Y/N). I wanted to experience that and more with you. As both Spider-Man and my ordinary self, I know our relationship hasn’t been exactly the most normal, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’ve stuck by my side through thick and thin and I just- in this roller coaster called life, I wanted you to continue being my rock, my partner, my love.” He rested his forehead against yours, trying to memorize the feel of your skin on his before it was much too late.

“I guess life really is unpredictable…” with the last of your strength, you used your hand on his cheek and maneuvered it towards the back of his head, pulling it downwards so your lips touched for the final time.

The tenderness of your love for each other, grief for the future that could have been, and an unspoken goodbye was fervently displayed in those moments that would be deeply embedded into your hearts for the rest of your lives- your end approaching fast.

“I love you, Peter Parker. Continue protecting our home for us, eh?” That said, your eyes finally fluttered to a close, body falling limp in Peter’s arms.

“It’s not home without you, (Y/N), but I’ll try my best.” Furiously wiping the tears in his eyes, he reluctantly slipped his mask on as the sound of the ambulance arrived far too late.


As the events replayed in his mind, his heartstrings tugged painfully and an anguished cry erupted from his throat. Peter’s eyes squeezed shut - in pain, to shield himself from the rain or the world; he wasn’t entirely sure - while his hand clenched before weakly pounding on the rooftop floor.

He listened to your voicemails every night, kept the picture of him and you as his lock screen although it pained him, and held your favorite sweater close to remember your scent until he committed it to memory.

He didn’t care if it was pathetic or clingy.

He just wanted you back, but he was certain, as true as rain fell from the sky, his chaste wish would never come true.

The world continued moving and Peter would eventually do so as well. Until then however, the rain was his sole companion that truly knew the depths of what your death brought upon the boy who loved you with all his mind, heart, and soul.

this mix could sink the sun

bellarke, oneshot, modern au

She knows how badly Bellamy wants kids, but she also knows that he would never pressure her to have them, never make her do something she wasn’t comfortable with or didn’t want. He always told her she was more than enough for her, and she believed him. But really, she should have known that she’d want kids with Bellamy one day.

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Well I did a fit test last night, but unfortunately no one was awake to take a picture of me, and my selfie stick was out of batteries. So here’s the best I could do with my phone before that died too XD I’m fairly happy with the costume so far. It will definitely be getting improvements after PAX - LEDs, but also some minor things that I didn’t get to.

Leaving for PAX soon. I’m also bringing the black knight, which I’ll wear on Friday and then it’ll be the Abyss Watcher the rest of the time. Sadly, Tyrael couldn’t fit in my car because we have 5 people, so it’ll have to wait another year (I do seriously want to bring the wings back though. It will happen, I promise.)

How Do I Look? (Stark/Avengers x reader)

Request: allthesleepingsouls said: Hey Bonnie! Could you do something for prompt 33 “Are you wearing makeup?” Maybe Steve and Tony found the reader’s makeup stash and decide to put it all on, and then the reader and the rest of the Avengers walk in on them and take a bunch of pictures. Thought it sounded super funny. Love your work! You are a queen!

If there was one thing that Tony Stark did right every time, it was his skill for throwing some of the best parties that New York had ever seen, and this night was no exception.  He had made a small fortune on the sale of the tower, and had donated every cent towards the building of a free-service hospital for a very deserving neighborhood not too far away.  If he was going to celebrate the accomplishment and the realization of another of his projects, then the entire city was going to be up late tonight celebrating it with him.  The building was emptied for the move to the compound upstate, so he took full advantage of the extra space, stocking bars full on several floors, with lounges and dance floors open on each of them.  He had invited everyone he knew, and quite a few people that he had never even met, just to be sure that the building was retired from the Avengers’ service with a bang.

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