I love how Blizzard aggressively wants Hanzo to be this cold and distant master assasin but fans are showing him as a troubled and extremely sad dude dealing with PTSD and shit loads of grief over Genji and secretly cares about other people way too much and is probably the nicest guy ever when he manages to drop his fake personality and if that isn’t the best thing ever then I don’t know what is

guys guys guys GUYS

The most wonderful person in the world, @wardans, commissioned @nelmdraws to draw Em and Solas being hot together!!! \(♡∀♡\  ● ) LEmme just say … . aaaaaAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Thank you so so much bab!!


I met with Symmetra’s voice actress today who took me to see Vintage Trouble!

Honestly guys, best night ever and she brought me a signed symm pop which is basically never leaving its box now.
She’s the sweetest most absolutely adorable person ever and I love her to bits!

Blizzard did wonders with their casting!!

unfaithful  [m|one-shot]

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader.

Genre: ANGST!, smut, drama.

Plot: The moment when you realize that everything that was ❛ oh so perfect ❜ in your mind was nothing but fabricated with lies and betrayal. You fell for Jungkook. And it hit you hard; you got played.

A/N- yoooo I didn’t proof read lol sorryyy


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“Bruce, my heart, I think Alfred likes my mom !” - Batmom  and Bruce playing matchmakers

Summary : Alfred has a “crush” on Batmom’s mother figure. 

Just something written during my lunch break and…meh, hope you’ll like it : 

My masterlist blog :


One of the best thing about dating Bruce Wayne wasn’t the money, the extravagant gifts, the fame, the attention or anything of the like…Oh no (quite the contrary really), one of the best thing about dating Bruce Wayne was getting to know his butler and surrogate father : Alfred Pennyworth. 

Alfred was one of the best man you’ve ever met (him and Bruce were the best men you’ve ever met really…). 

He was caring, sassy, compassionate, funny, sarcastic, intelligent, well mannered, loving, protective and…Oh so much more. 

He was everything you admired in one single person. 

He quickly became your hero to be honest…Though you’d never admit it to his face, too afraid to look ridiculous (even if you damn well knew he wouldn’t make you feel ridiculous). 

The first time you spend the night at Wayne Manor, sharing Bruce’s bed, you felt so awkward in the morning when you woke up and went down to take breakfast, your Bruce’s arm around your shoulder…

But Alfred made you feel so comfortable, he made you feel as if you were home while he didn’t even know you one bit ! (Later, Bruce would confess to you that most of the time, Alfred would be extremely sassy toward ladies who spend the night at Wayne Manor, and that you were the only exception…Well, it was because you were an exceptional lady really. And it seemed Alfred knew, that first time he actually met you, that you were more than just a one night stand. You blushed when he told you that, and oh it made him fall in love with you all over again, to see you so bashful about such things…You were truly incredible). 

But knowing that his Bruce was just constantly talking about you, and had that stupid smile and slight haze in his eyes whenever he did, was enough for Alfred to adore you right away. 

That first time he met you, when you spend the night for the very first time at Wayne Manor, in Bruce’s arms, he just had a gut feeling that you were the one. 

That you were the one that would help his “master”, make him happy. 

And oh he was right, because you two would eventually get married and would always be so damn in love with each others for the rest of your lives…but that, he didn’t know yet, all he knew so far was that it was the first time since his parents’ death that Bruce was genuinely smiling, that he was allowing himself to be happy, carefree, and…it was all thanks to you. 

It instantly clicked, between you and Alfred. 

Because he could see right off the bat that you were a perfect match for Bruce, and you just thought Al’ was like, the best guy ever…He was just so kind to you ! Always so caring even when you were but a stranger ! 

And oh the way you’d both put Bruce back in his place sometimes, when he was being too cocky, or too broody, or anything really. When he was basically being a dick. Not you nor Alfred were ever taking Bruce’s shit, and that’s probably one of the reason you both got along so well. The Sass Masters. 

That’s another reason that made Alfred KNOW that you were the one, the one true love for Bruce…The way you never gave up, even when he was a downright asshole to you. The way you always stood up to him, refusing to be pushed away because he was “afraid you’d get hurt”. 

Your stubbornness was a blessing really. Where more than one woman would have give up after Bruce rejected them for the tenth time (it was such a stupid thing really, to think he had to push you out of his life to protect you…you were born and raised in one of Gotham most dangerous neighborhood, the Narrows, you knew how to defend yourself, and you’d never give up because you KNEW Bruce didn’t mean it when he said it was best not to see each other again…), And oh man, Alfred never met a person more stubborn that his Master Bruce before you. For that only, he could only admire you too. 

Yes. You were special. And Alfred was too. And as your relationship with Bruce became truly serious…you kinda came to see Alfred as your father figure. 

You grew up without a dad, and Alfred just became the hero you never had. And he gladly accepted the position. 

Really, it was only the next natural step in this strong relationship and bond you all build together, that him and Bruce would meet your mom. 

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The Tower - Chapter 3

The Tower: An Avengers Fanfic

Chapter 3

Word Count: 2544

Warnings: Smut (M/F vaginal sex, unprotected sex)

Synopsis: Clint takes Elly to the Tower for some paperwork, and things get very real very quickly.

Author’s Note: Co-written with @emilyevanston , my sunshine.

Chapters: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine /ten / eleven / twelve /thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen /seventeen / eighteen / nineteen / twenty / twenty-one / twenty-two/ twenty-three / twenty-four / twenty-five / twenty-six / twenty-seven /

Chapter 3 - The NDA

The morning Natasha left for her month long mission, I woke tangled up with her with Clint spooning me from behind, his arm draped over the both of us.  Natasha was trying to pull herself free from me.

“Natasha?”  I whispered, as she finally pulled herself free and sat up.

She leaned down and kissed me.  “Time for me to go.  Stay in bed.  Clint rarely sleeps and if you move he’ll wake.”

“You’re just going to leave me here with him?”  I asked.  I’d never woken up with someone I didn’t know at all and somehow the fact he was an Avenger didn’t set my mind at ease.

Natasha chuckled and rubbed my leg getting up and raiding the drawer she had been keeping spare clothes in.  “He’s one of the best guys you’ll ever meet.  You have less to worry about with him than you do me.”  After she pulled on some jeans she came back over and sat down on the edge of the bed while she put on her bra and t-shirt.  “Mishka, today Clint will ask you to go to the tower to sign some paperwork.  It’s a non-disclosure agreement.  We’ve reached the point where if you talk it hurts us.  It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just something we do when things get serious.”

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Pay Up (Pt 1)

Summary: Your parents only wanted what was best for you, so when they set you up with billionaire playboy Park Jimin, they thought you were set for life. Little did they know how he got his fortune, and how he keeps it..

Jimin x Reader, some fluff, smut, action, gang-stuff, illegal business-y stuff, the whole nine yards

for part one, expect smut, and fluff


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  • Graham Norton about random audience member being interviewed: Ugh whos this guy all bless him he's a bit awkward isn't here i don't even like him i-
  • Interviewer: So you did you like most?
  • Guy: Ooh England!
  • Graham Norton: Did i mention how much i love this guy best audience member ever so good so pure my all time fave

The best combination ever;
Hot guy, Bonds jocks, Footy shorts
The cheeky smile says “I know you want my cock, all you need to do is ask”

Just Friends//H.S. Imagine//

Written from this request:  Maybe something about best friend harry and how he treats you like his girlfriend because he loves you but doesn’t have the guts to tell you so he just acts like it or something? Does that make sense? 

Sure lovie! I love this request, I sorta got carried away with it, but I love what I’ve written and I hope you do too!

As Harry stared at the door in front of him and wondered if he should go through with this. It’s not that he didn’t want to, but he had heard that you can’t trust your decision making when you’re in love. The door in front of him was a bright cherry red, he couldn’t think of a better color to be plastered on your door. It was the color of happiness in his eyes. He had remembered painting that door with you, it was summer and the cherry popsicles you two were eating inspired you.

Your lips were tinted a reddish color, outlining the smile that went all the way up to your eyes. You were riding in a cart (an activity your found very fun) while Harry pushed you towards the paint isle. Dark blue jean shorts covered part of your legs and a yellow tee-shirt that ended just before the jean shorts covered your top half.

“Harry! Go that way.” You giggled, your pointer finger angled in the direction of the painting supplies.

“Hey! Who’s driving here.” Harry pointed out.

“Shush up and help me get out of this cart!” You extended your hand towards Harry and he hesitated, earning an annoyed look from you. He grabbed your hand and helped you stand, then held onto your waist and helped you out of the cart. You were a few inches shorter than him, so you had to look up, but he didn’t miss the look you gave him. There was love behind your gaze, he wasn’t sure what kind of love, a friend love, the kind of love he felt for you, or an average love. In his long friendship with you he had learned that you loved most things, one of those things being painting. You tended to find the good in everything. You snapped him out of his daydream, “Come on! Maybe that guy can help us!”

You were excited most of the time, sometimes he thought he could hear the exclamation points in your speech. You latched onto his hand and guided him toward the man in question. He seemed to work there, he had a shaved head and was just a bit taller than you.

“Excuse me,” You asked, “Do you think you could help us? We want to find paint to add some color to my front door.”

“Sure, young lady.” The man said, he began to walk ahead. Harry noticed he was walking toward a wall covered in paint sampling strips. He knew you would go crazy over the many options you had. As you all were walking, your fingers still laced with his pulling him along, the man began to make conversation.

“So, are two dating? A lot of couples come in here wanting to do a paint job together, I guess it’s a common activity these days.” He questioned.

“Uh, no, but we are the best of friends, we might as well be dating.” You turned around and gave Harry a playful wink. Little did you know that made his heart skip a beat. He couldn’t help but wonder if you meant it.

Harry remembered coming here with you a few weeks ago to buy art supplies. You had wanted a canvas and some water colors, so you could paint a landscape. Your apartment walls were covered in paintings, some you had made, some Harry had gifted you. It became a sort of tradition. Sometimes you would even sell your art to some gallery’s local to you and Harry.

“Here you go, little lady. Just pick a color and I’ll help ya find the paint to match.”

“Thank you, sir!”

You turned to Harry, your eyebrows scrunched together in a half serious, half playful manner. “What do you think, Harry?”

“I dunno, love. Maybe a blue? Or even a yellow? You love yellow.” Harry remembered going house hunting with you and how you fell in love with the bright yellow walls of the office. He had helped you turn it into a reading and art room.  He remembered the yellow comforter you had on your bed, birds scattered along the sides of it. He remembered the nights when you would fall asleep and he would whisper things to you, things he didn’t have the guts to tell you when you were awake. From the outside, it would look odd that two best friends would constantly cuddle each other and trade secrets like they were dating, but to Harry, it was the closest he could get for now. He was more than willing to take everything he could get.

“What about that one! It looks sorta like the popsicle I ate. It reminds me of a fresh picked cherry. That’s get that one.”

Harry glanced at the mail slot situated right by your door and another sweet memory came to mind. A few months ago, you had been dating someone, you were so passionate about everything you did he was worried you would get your heart broken. And in the end, you had.

“Harry, I don’t understand. What did I do wrong? I-I just wanted him to l-like me.” You cried. Harry’s blue button-down shirt was wet from the tears flowing from your eyes. You had called Harry in a panic, at first, he couldn’t decipher your words. You were crying so hard that he just decided to come over and comfort you. About a half an hour later, you were still devastated. You couldn’t see what you had done wrong. Harry expected to be happy you were now single, but instead he was sad for you, he would rather see you happy with someone else, than soaking his shirt because you were so heartbroken.

Harry had slept over and cuddled you until you fell asleep. Your head lay on his chest, his heartbeat soothing you. Harry had been thinking of ways to make it better, he didn’t ever want to see you so upset, he was worried you didn’t know how great you were. So, over the next week he wrote letter after letter after letter with countless reasons why you were the best friend a guy could ever ask for. Harry had put them in a trash bag and driven to your house while you were gone. He put the letters in the mail slot and hoped you would read every single one. You had called him again that night, sobbing the same way you had before. But this time, it came from a place of happiness.

Harry smelled the flowers he held in his hands. He planned on giving them to you to help his confession along. They were bluebells, and odd choice of favorite flower, he thought, but he remembered the day you told him you loved him.

You had woken up bright and early that morning to assist Harry at his bakery, he owned one in walking distance from your house. As you walked up to the small bakery you felt a pang of excitement, you couldn’t wait to see Harry. The bell on the door rang as you walked in, it smelled of cakes and pies and breads and cupcakes and pasties and oh did it remind you of Harry. Alerted by the bell, Harry came from the kitchen entrance and peaked to see who had come in. It was than he spotted you wearing a long, spring dress. It was littered with daisy’s and it went down to your feet. He admired the simple tan flip flops that made your red painted toes pop.

“Hiya, rosebud.” Harry had called you rosebud since you two had become friends, the first time he ever saw you was in a meadow by his childhood home. You were picking roses to draw inspiration for a painting you were doing. You had cut yourself on a few thorns and he had helped you clean your cut using supplies he quickly gathered from his house. You began to meet there on occasion, then it became less of a coincidence and you would schedule days to meet. It took off from there and you two had been inseparable ever since.

“Hi Mr.Baker. Nice outfit you’ve got there.” You laughed, he was wearing a black apron covered in flour and he was sure some had made its way to his dark jeans. He had some frosting on his face and you were not about the ruin the fun and tell him either.

“Hey! Did you come here to insult me or help me fill the display?”

“A bit of both.” You winked at him and went to the back to grab an apron.

Once the bakery closed you and Harry locked up and started walking to your apartment, you were going to attempt and cook dinner together. You had learned that either Harry cooked amazingly, or burned water, there was no in between. You glanced at a flower shop as you passed it, the display caught your attention.

“Harry, aren’t those beautiful.” You exclaimed, Harry looked up from his phone. He had been in mid conversation with Niall, he was just about to tell Niall how breath taking you looked. You were crouched down in front of a blueish, purple flower that reminded him of cow bells.

“Yes, petal, they are. What kind are they?” Harry meant the nickname he used for you to be somewhat of a pun, but the amused look you shot his way let him know he could probably do better.

You looked at the tag dangling from the flower pot, “Bluebells, I love it!”

“If you love it, I love it too.”

“Harry, I think they may be my new favorite.”

As Harry stared at the doorbell, he was absolutely, positively sure he was in love with you. He couldn’t stop thinking about how many more sizes his heart would grow if you loved him too. In fact, he didn’t want you to love him, he wanted you to be in love with him. He took a deep breath and raised his hand to the doorbell, pressing it. Harry didn’t normally pray, but right now he prayed you would open the door, and make the thing he dreamed of the most, a reality.

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Anti can’t handle all the kind words, i think he’s flustered.
I think all Anti wants is attention and too be loved just like all the other egos.
It’s why he lashes out, that and cause I guess us calling him names and making him out to be evil isn’t good either since he’s made from our views of him.
I think he could become good, or at least redeemable, not like the best guy ever but a grumpy asshole with a heart of gold that likes to look like a fresh corpse.
I really want him to be redeemed, have him have a good backstory and a real ‘flowey’ moment. He could be our Flowery… just with a knife and a neck gash.

Recommended Obscure Musicals of the Week

1. Be More Chill
- Imagine “13” and “Little Shop of Horrors had a love-child. ‘Nuff said. Also, teen depression metaphors and a hype, funny soundtrack. (Lots of great audition songs)

2. Fortress of Solitude
- "Hairspray” and “Motown”’s love-child. But better. Lots of roles for POC. Lots of roles for teens.

3. Nine
Not super obscure, but really dark, twisted, and comedic. Definitely under-appreciated. There are lots of beautiful ballads here that I never see at auditions

4. Edges
A Pasek and Paul (team behind “Dear Evan Hansen). Emotional abuse themes. Basically a masterpiece.

5. A Man of No Importance
The only Ahrens and Flaherty that no one knows. So very Broadway, and one of their best. It’s about theatre and every-day struggles. It’s really lovely.

6. Vanities
Just listen to "Fly Into the Future” and get back to me.

7. Cops
If you haven’t already heard of “The Sensitive Song”….I don’t know what you’ve been doing. Basically it’s the best guy audition song ever, especially if you’re going in for something not-so-kosher.

anonymous asked:

Why people act as if Zayn was never grateful for what he has achieved with one direction?

Because people never listen to him. Because they read his interviews just to find something that they don’t like and twist his every word. A year and a half later, they are still bitter that Zayn left, that somehow, in their own version of events, Zayn “betrayed” them and his boys. How dare Zayn choose HIS happiness and mental health over theirs? How dare Zayn spill the secrets of what happened behind the scenes and what he/they went through?

Just like Zayn said, “everyone has an opinion on social media, even though they don’t know you, and it gets exhausting. You get misquoted in the press or a bullshit rumor gets printed and it’s frustrating to watch people believe those things and form opinions on you based on what they read”. They never actually take the time to listen to his words and understand his actions. They have this perception of him and even when they’re proven wrong, they still go with it and hate him for every single word.

Because the music that 1D created wasn’t Zayn’s style. BUT, if they’d paid attention to him all those years, they would’ve known that he’s more into RnB.

“I genuinely enjoyed [the band] and did whatever I could to be myself within that, but it’s just not where I sit as a musician”

“As much as I was in that band, and I loved everything that we did, that’s not music that I would listen to. I don’t think that’s an offensive statement to make. That’s just not who I am.”

“I’m massively grateful for that, and if it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t be here. It’s not because I’m trying to be more successful or as successful as what was going on before, because there’s no comparison. I was in the biggest boy band in the world and I loved what we did as a boy band.” (AUDIO 5:00)

“No one can ever say I was ungrateful, even though it sort of comes across that way when I mention that I was frustrated with the band. That’s not the case at all.”

Let’s not forget that Zayn congratulated the boys after releasing Drag Me Down, their first single without him, and his tweet went unnoticed by “his brothers”, as these fans call them.

And last, but not least, Zayn publicly thanked the boys in his speech when he was awarded at The Asian Awards back in 2015, just 3 weeks after leaving the band.

“And also, I’d like to take this moment to thank four of the best guys I’ve ever met whilst being in the band and doing all the amazing things that I did. Some of the things that we did will stay with me for the rest of my life.”

Have you ever imagined Pidge and Lance playing the human video game from the space mall for the first time?

• Coran decided to make a gift for his precious “number five” and created a povering system which can be good for stuff from Earth.

• He showed it to her in the middle of the night while others were sleeping. Pidge was hugging him and crying “THANK YOU CORRAAAN, YOU’RE THE BEST WISE OLD GUY EVER” for the eternity.

• Although Pidge was excited to try the new game, she decided to wake up Lance at first. (Because she cares of him, as all of us do)

• Lance was drowsy and unhappy that his wonderful skin could be damaged by lack of sleep. He was moaning all the way from his bedroom to the “Voltron gaming centre”.

• After he’d seen the game, he was screaming even louder than Pidge.

  • They turned the game on. There was a single highscore: Coran_the_gorgerous_man. 2764 points

• pidge: *smirking* I guess somebody was playing our gaaaame… Who can it be…

lance: Probably someone altean…

pidge: Can we break the record, my loyal goofball?

lance: Of course, we cWAIT WHAT DID YOU SAY???

lance: I’M A COOL

lance: NINJA


• next morning both were exhausted and happy. Pidge felt asleep at the breakfast table. Hunk still keeps the photos of her sleepy smiling face.

• lance: KEEEEEEEF… I bet you can not defeat me in a game of real humans

keith: Whoa?


✨Voltron highscores✨

1. Matt_rebel_pants

2. Pigeon

3. Coran_the_gorgerous_man

4. lancey-lance

5. Takashit

6. yellow_cinnamon_roll

7.keith_the_emo_boiBVUNBKMNMJGDJGS (Keith is trying to take the joystick away from Pidge)

8. Allllura❤🐁🌸