but it was fun to make so yeah

I’m always late. I’m fired

170222 Gaon Chart Awards

The only pretty picture that’ll be in this post

Everything is gifs. Oh my god, but hey. Gifs are good

Sitting together from the beginning~

So it’s normal at first, Chanyeol’s just closing his water bottle and then suddenly! He finds that his wrist smells or something.

“eyo baek, smell dis”

“ugh wtf man, what did you do to dat thing?”

“I think da wata was poisoned.”

So yeah, this was during a fan choice award and of course we need the Baek speech, and we have Chanyeol gently pushing Baekhyun towards the front~ I think he’s trying to emphasize his support ^^

Can you believe these two are grown men? I love how these two are always playing around with each other in their own little worlds~ They always make each other laugh and have fun with each other and it’s great. Their happiness is contagious.

Mhhmmmmm Baekuhen I see ya there. But besides the random gentle caress (can you tell I write fanfic?) look at how fast pulled his hand way XD honestly he just wanted the moment then had to act that nothing had happened. Maybe that girl had caught on, ohohohohohohohohohoo

Oh how precious ;-; Mum Suho always be showing his love for his childen

Ok who is this cameraman because I needa give him/her a hug. I love hi fives

“Oh look a flower, what shall I do with it?”

“Of courseeeeee! I shall give it to meh luv Bun Bakuhen. Here, accept my love”

Pork Chan: “TAKE IT.”

Bakuhen: “Nah son, I got my own flower here.”

Pork Chan: “O my god, fine. I neva loved u anyway.”

How rude.


Never mind the beautiful shoulder caress and thigh stroke, is Baekhyun ok? I think he’s dying. (Also Park Chanyeol why must you play with my feels?)

Yasss touching. I love touching. Innocently. 



Getting Ready – Part Five

~The Other Household~

Colin: Mark… You asked if you had to shave your beard like that would upset you, I said no, then you shaved? Did you want to?

Mark blushed and laughed: Well, no, not exactly. I was trimming it shorter… One spot was a little too short, so I was trying to even it out… and… well, here we are.

Colin: Oh my god. You’re cute. Well, it looks nice anyway. It’ll grow back.

Mark: Yeah, and be fucking itchy in the process. I’ll live.

Colin: It’ll be fun to listen to you complain either way.

Mark laughed and saw Forrest walking in: I knew you’d find the bright side. Well, is it time to retry our suits and shit now to make sure they still fit? I bet Forrest outgrew his.

Forrest: Oh man, I hope not. I mean, I kinda hope so, but we have like no time to find a whole new outfit.

Mark: Well, you can always stuff yourself into it and just let it rip when you flex or whatever on the dance floor.

Colin: Oooooh. Yes, that’s the plan, Forrest.

Forrest laughed: Deal. I’ll do some extra weight tomorrow just for it.


I can’t make this stuff up, guys; Brielle’s fun was low, so Caleb turned on the TV. If telepathic powers were a thing, Caleb would have ‘em!

August: Hey, it’s been fun and all, but I have to go home and look for a job.

Brielle: Awe.. Well, that’s no problem, we’ll try to hang out again tomorrow!

August: Oh, okay, um, sure!

Caleb: I feel bad, but I should probably be leaving too, get back to my sister and all.

Brielle: Oh, okay. Tell your sister I say hi!

Caleb: (stares at TV) Yeah, I will…

-want to catch up?-

The Accords

Author’s Note: So this will have tow parts and that should be done later this week. I have like 11 other requests that I have to start and they should be done by some time next week. A good portion of them will be Game of Thrones stuff but anyway. Request will be open for a little while, I can like take maybe three more.

Regular prompt list

Game of Thrones Prompt List

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

6. “Is that a…” “Yeah.”

15. “Why are you hiding behind me?”

17. “It wasn’t as bad as last time, I swear.”

25. “Why did you hide this, why from me?”

34. “No. Not you. Anyone but you.”

46. “This is my problem, not yours. So don’t go making it yours.”

50. “Stop… please. Please stop.”

Words: 900

Warnings: Cussing


”This should be fun,” Natasha spoke from where she was leaned against the Quinjet doo.

“If this is what you consider fun, then yeah it will be,” Y/n sighed as she looked up from her tablet.

“So who’s ass are we kicking today, boss,” Nat looked up at her friend.

Yln smirked as she raised her head, “Well, glad you asked. Today we are kicking Hydra ass. When we are done with that you will go into the command center and retrieve some tech that someone stole from Stark.”

Nat could only roll her eyes. Tony Stark was a genius, it was in his blood and yet he let someone steal from him, “Why are we getting something that Tony can get himself?”

“Because Fury didn’t want him to bring all the Avengers into this right now and this Hydra base is like a fortress. That means it’s very important to Hydra and Fury wants to sent a team in after us to retrieve whatever else is at the base,” Y/n looked down at her tablet once again.

“Coming close to the drop zone, ladies,” their pilot called from the front.

Natasha looked out the window and her face was slowly covered in puzzled look, “Is that a…”


“That’s the base?”

“Yes it is,” Y/n said matter-of-factly, “The very important thing about this base is it was a very top secret Nazi military base for almost all of the war and then the Nazis died out and Hydra took it over,” Y/n stated while she looked out the window. It was quite normal for Hydra to have a base in a very remote location but that isn’t what puzzled the young assassin. It was in fact the shape of the base, the swastika.

“Why?” Nat questioned as she studied the structure.

“Fury guessed that who ever built it wanted to please his high officers and show patriotism and that’s how he chose to do so,” Y/n shrugged as she walked back to where she set her tablet across the plane.

“So have you decided if you’re going to sign the accords?” Natasha asked, trying to fill the new silence.

“Have I chosen a side?” Y/n raised her brow, “No. I don’t plan on doing so. I’ll just retire and I guess go back to my apartment in D.C.,” Y/n shrugged, not wanting to go into detail even though she knew the redhead would force her to.

“You want to be Sweden in this, wow,” Nat remarked.

“What’s wrong with Sweden?” Y/n retorted.

“Nothing, but what are you going to do in D.C.? No one there cares for people like us there!” Nat exclaimed.

“Not true! They will always care for people like us because we have more power than they do no matter how high the chairs maybe!” Y/n softly screamed, trying to calm herself, “And I don’t want to be caught in the middle of this any longer. I’ve done my job to the best of my abilities, I’ve broken bones, I’ve mentally injured myself, and sacrificed everything, put everything on the line to save and protect those sons of a bitches who tell me I’m incapable! I’m done. And when they come crying and begging to me because there’s no one left to save them, I’ll laugh. Not because I take joy in suffering but because there was once a time when I cared about them and when it was my job!”

“Oh… um, wow,” The assassin was at a loss for words. She had never thought of it like that. There was long silence before she spoke next. “So your apartment in D.C., I always liked it. Maybe I could move in with you and be roommates so we both have something to do when I’m not saving the world and you not doing whatever you plan to do.”

“No. Not you. Anyone but you,” Y/n sneered at the girl, clearly still angry about what was exchanged. With that Y/n went back to her tablet, waiting for the pilot to bring the plane a little lower so they could jump.

After the two landed softly, they bid their goodbyes and raced to the base. Natasha went left, heading to the back entrance where she could slip in quietly. While Y/n went right towards the main entrance to disturb the evil laced peace. She took down agent after agent until she could enter the building to cover her friend.

Y/n raced down the halls after she heard the shoots ring out. ‘God, what has Nat done now?’ Once the command center doors came into sight, she picked up her pace. Before she reached the door a man’s body forced them open before he hit the hallway wall. Y/n breathed a sigh of relief as she slowed to a walk.

“Are you trying to kill this poor man?” Y/n smirked as her sarcastic question met the Black widow’s ears.

“It wasn’t as bad as last time, I swear,” Natasha spoke innocently, referring to their last mission together.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Nor should you when it comes to that,” After that the two girls walked out the back door to the plane to head to the Avengers tower. There they would re-enter the toxic air that the accords had created.



anonymous asked:

Hello lovely! I love your posts from marvel to your personal life ones!! (I have to say, your posts about your hubby are very sweet!) This might strange but I love that you don't take anyone's shit, you go sweetheart!! I'm going to binge read your stories now! Super excited :) <3333 Lots of love!x

Oh wow!! I’m glad you like my silly little blog. I have fun making it. 😄 Yeah, he’s a mighty good dude. He’s about 1000x more affectionate than I am so it always makes me laugh and I post about it lol.

wow! Haha that’s funny I didn’t realize my attitide came across that strongly here. 🙊 But it’s kind of encouraging to hear! I’ll be taking on some new shit at work as the project lead and office manager very soon and I’ve been pretty nervous about it. I’m the youngest in the office by at least 10 years so it’s a big challenge to make sure I’m respectful but don’t get stepped on either. So thank you for that! 😊

Originally posted by gfycat

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.