but look what you get out of the deal

my favorite things from the Women’s March, D.C.
  • little girl holding a sign that says “dear theodosia we’ll fight for you”
  • people cheering when you got off the metro
  • someone was dressed as a middle finger
  • my 52 year old mother: “look at all the pussy hats!”
  • the not one, not two, but three mothers who were breatfeeding their children as they marched (the most metal thing i’ve ever seen)
  • “if you get arrested we aren’t bailing you out” “why are you only talking to me” “olivia, look at you”
  • the little girls (like 6 or 7), chanting “show me what democracy looks like!” and their father responding “you are what democracy looks like!”
  • the same little girls high fiving passing marchers
  • this exchange between my mom and brother, on how long it takes to move half a million people: mom, “this must be what moses felt like for 40 years” brother, “well he only had to deal with a gold calf, not a golden shower”
  • the fact that there were SO MANY women that we all decided to use the men’s bathrooms as well as the women’s bathrooms
  • starting a chant of “love trumps hate” as we marched past the trump hotel
  • really all of the chants though
  • “can’t build a wall / hands are too small”
  • (women) “my body my choice” / (men) “her body her choice”
  • passing a big portrait of obama and everyone shouting “thanks obama!”
  • some people were bouncing up and down (for warmth, idk?) and one guy said “think about it: if we get everyone to do this it’ll be the world record for most number of people doing this”
  • the number of old ladies in attendance
  • a man holding a sign with a downward arrow that read “angry feminist dad”
  • “we shall overcomb”
  • the federal mint has harriet tubman’s face on a big banner right next to washington, lincoln, and hamilton!
  • honestly there were so many moments i probably can’t list them all

reblog and add your own faves and the city you were in!!

- Im having a lot of feelings about the St Petersburg Ice Skating Family + Yuuri being an actual family and like. being there for each other and dealing with a crisis together.
- and what’s the most likely crisis that could happen and affect all of them?
- Yakov finally having that heart attack his doctor’s been warning him about for the past 20 something years if he doesn’t get his blood pressure under control (and he doesn’t, just look at the man, you know he’s got awful blood pressure.)
- it happens right in the middle of practice and naturally everyone freaks the fuck out
- EMS is not letting a bunch of hysterical figure skaters pile into the ambulance with their unconscious coach so they have to get their own ride to the hospital
- pretty much no one is handling this well
- Yuri curls up into a little ball in a waiting room chair and hides his face against his knees and won’t move or talk to anyone (he’s definitely crying but everyone is kind enough to pretend they don’t know that)
- Mila gets real confrontational in these situations and keeps drilling anyone she can get ahold of for more information and demands to know what’s happening and getting pretty heated when people won’t tell her what she wants to know
- Georgi is pretty useless and on the verge of tears the entire time, but he tries to settle Mila down and makes some efforts to comfort Yuri
- Victor is a huge restless mess, can’t stand still, keeps roaming around the waiting room, picking up magazines and putting them down without reading them, buying crap from the vending machine and then passing it off to someone else or just throwing it away because he didn’t want it in the first place
- the only people to actually deal with the crisis well are (somewhat surprisingly) Yuuri and (not remotely surprisingly) Lilia
- Lilia doesn’t arrive until a bit later though so Yuuri has to try to manage the situation
- Honestly he’s more worried about Yurio than Victor right now so that’s who he tries to focus on
- talking to him gently and trying to get him to respond to something
- Nothing seems to work so Yuuri sends out an emergency text
- ‘Phichit, I need you to send me the best cat memes you have, as many as you can’
- It takes a while but Yuuri finally coaxes Yurio into lifting his head up just a bit to look at a bunch of damn memes, and that’s progress
- Yuuri’s actually doing really well at keeping a cool head. Focusing on someone else’s problem helps keep his own anxiety in check. He’s actually pretty good in a crisis when it’s not directly HIS crisis.
- Luckily Lilia arrives soon after and starts taking charge of the situation, giving everyone tasks to keep them busy
- She sends Mila and Georgi off to buy food and coffee for everyone because we are not eating vending machine garbage
- Victor is responsible for calling a few big news sites and giving them only the relevant details just to stop rumors from flying, because some tabloid garbage sites are pretty much writing obituaries for Yakov already
- Yuri doesn’t have to do anything because he’s obviously having the worst time and he’s Lilia’s favorite anyway
- Meanwhile she’s going to talk to the doctors and give them Yakov’s medical history and so on
- He used to smoke until ten years ago. She says she tried for their whole marriage to get him to quit, and nothing worked. What finally makes him stop? Victor nagging him about it. He wouldn’t cave for his own wife, but he would for Victor.
- Yuuri is now responsible for taking over Victor’s job because Victor started crying after hearing all that.
- And then he just sits with Victor and holds his hand.
- Yuuri’s other hand is busy rubbing Yurio’s back.
- Eventually Mila and Georgi come back with food but no one has much of an appetite. So they all just sit together and try to take courage from each other.
- Lilia tells them not to worry, Yakov is too stubborn to die like this.
- somehow it’s comforting to them.
- Yakov ends up coming out of all this okay, don’t worry.
- There are a lot of relieved tears from everyone once the doctor tells them the surgery was successful and things are looking good (even Lilia, but no one says anything about it because they don’t have a death wish).
- They probably shouldn’t all pile into the room to see Yakov once he wakes up but they do anyway because he’s alive and awake and they need to know their cranky dad is okay
- everyone is okay
- later they can joke about who cried the most during that whole ordeal
- the general consensus is Victor. Yurio was crying for a longer period of time but Victor was full on sobbing when he saw Yakov awake and alive.
- Yakov grumps a lot about all this fuss (stop making such a scene, Vitya, I’m fine) but you know he’s touched that they all care so much.
- everyone is all right

3 Years (John x Reader)

Word Count: 3,977

Warnings: Swears, Alcohol, Smut (It’s hella fluffy smut)

Authors Note: So we hit 800? I’m dying I love you guys so much I don’t deserve any of you. Anyways, I wanted to celebrate this milestone with some smut yeah? lol. Get ready, it’s so sweet you could get a cavity. Big thanks to @adolescenthowell for dealing with my smut writing process shit. Go follow her! I LIVE TO HEAR FEEDBACK FROM YOU GUYS AND I LOVE TO JUST HEAR FROM YOU IN GENERAL. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT. I LOVE YOU GUYS!

Requests:  Reader x Laurens where they go out with the squad and reader looks really hot and Laurens whose like in love with reader can’t control himself and maybe leads to smut if you’re ok with that

John Laurens + reader teasing him while they’re at a bar?


Friday night meant going out with your friends for drinks, especially after you had met Alexander. You and Alex had met in college and after that you two hit it off instantly, doing everything together. You would be lying if you said you two hadn’t hooked up once or twice but you both mutually agreed that you two were better off as friends, you even helped snag Eliza for him. Being friends with Alex meant being friends with his friends, and thankfully they all liked you. All but one. John Laurens. For some reason, you two had created a friendship of your own filled with nothing but dry, sarcastic humor that nobody seemed to understand. You greeted him with insults and he would happily take them and throw one back at you.

You stepped into the taxi and gave the driver the name of the bar as you smoothed out your barely there dress. The forest green silky fabric felt like air to your skin, and you had to make sure you had actually worn clothes out. If the short length wasn’t enough, the dress also was backless as the fabric in the back started below your ribcage. You didn’t know why you had chosen to wear that dress. On Friday nights you had usually opted for a pair of jeans and a nice top but today you felt like dressing up a bit more, and you were definitely feeling yourself. The taxi came to a screeching halt in front of the bar, and you thanked the driver as you handed him a ten dollar bill. You swung your legs out of the cab and gracefully stood up as the New York City breeze hit your body. You smoothed out your hair before walking into the bar.

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Break Even

A Christmassy SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Countdown


Of course, it’s not enough that the Crucible stuck me and that twat in a room together.  It’s not enough that I have to deal with his abuse every single day six months out of the year.  Of course, someone out there, whoever’s controlling the fates, has gotten it in their mind that I don’t have it bad enough.

           You know what would make this even better?  Make Simon and Baz buy each other Christmas presents!  Perfect!

           I trudge along the snowy pavement, scowling at the melting slush.  I’ve been in five shops already and I can’t find anything.  I don’t even know what I’m looking for.  What do you get for someone you despise?

           I suppose I could pull a prank or something. That’s probably what he will do. He never fails to stoop to the lowest level when it comes to me.

           But then again, he would probably kill me if I pulled something like that.  For some reason, he’s allowed to mess with me, but I’m not allowed to mess with him. Figures.

           Exhausted, I duck into a coffee shop.  The air is warm and spiced with cinnamon.  As I make my way to the front of the line, I see the display of gift cards next to the till.

           Baz drinks coffee, doesn’t he?  Of course he does.  Everyone drinks coffee.

           So I buy my peppermint mocha, load a gift card and walk out relieved.


Of course, it’s not enough that I have to pretend I hate the boy with every word I say.  It’s not enough that I have no choice but to make his life a living hell every single day six months out of the year. Now I have to display my everlasting hatred by means of a Christmas gift exchange.

           Whoever thought this was a good idea can get fucked.

           I shove my way out of a candy store emptyhanded. Every shop is bringing me closer to the point of giving up.  What kind of villain gives the hero candy for Christmas?

           Then again, what kind of villain gives the hero anything for Christmas?

           Maybe the villain who doesn’t want to be the villain.

           I shake my head to clear it, squinting up at the sign over the next window.  Antiques it says in big loopy writing.  I sigh and push through the door.

           The smell hits me first.  It’s not a bad smell necessarily, just old and musty, kind of like breathing straight dust, and I cough.  As my eyes adjust I begin to make out the piles of knick-knacks stacked up on every surface, age-old brass and silver winking at me from every corner.  Or rather, blinking.  Like someone who’s trying to wink but never quite got the hang of it.

           I don’t know where to start.  I don’t even know what I’m looking for.  What do you get for someone who despises you?

           From what I can tell, everything in here is pretty expensive, which almost causes me to turn around right then.  Expensive doesn’t fit the guidelines I’ve set for myself. The gift can’t be too sentimental or he’ll know you don’t hate him.  It can’t be too expensive or he’ll think you cared enough to spend money on him.  It can’t be candy because candy is for kids, it can’t be cologne because that’s too personal, it can’t be homemade or he’ll think you spent time and effort on him. The list goes on and on.

           A flash of metal catches my eye, and I turn to see a tiny silver object on a table by the window.  I wander over to it.

           It’s a sheath, only big enough for a dagger, and it’s patterned in bronze rosebuds.  When I pick it up, I discover that the blade is still inside, intact, and actually nicely polished.

           Of course, Snow already has a sword, but when you live with a vampire, what harm would it do to have an extra weapon handy at all times?  One that doesn’t disappear when you’re not using it?

           “How much for this?” I ask the shopkeeper.


When the last day of classes rolls around, I find Baz in our room – no surprises there – packing the last of his things for the holidays.  I clear my throat as I enter.  He turns, but only for a second, and he doesn’t make any other move to acknowledge my existence.  Again, no surprises there.

           “Are you leaving soon?” I ask, trying to at least begin the conversation in a civil manner.

           “Yes, Snow,” he sighs, “as you’ll be thrilled to know.”

           I roll my eyes.  It doesn’t matter what I do.  This is just him.

           I drop my bag on my bed and rummage through it, searching for the tiny gift.  When I find it, I toss in onto his bed.  “Here.”

           He looks at it, his brow furrowed.  “What’s this?”

           “Christmas gift exchange,” I say, “you might have forgotten.”

           He opens the pathetic little square of wrapping paper I’ve taped around the gift card, and mutters something incoherent.  “What was that?” I ask.

           “I said, this is my favourite coffee shop.”

           “Oh,” I reply, not sure what else to say.  “Well, good then.  Happy Christmas, I guess.”

           He slips the card into his pocket and doesn’t move.  I figure he’s completely forgotten about the gift exchange, or he deliberately didn’t get me anything, and decide not to press the subject.  I flop down on my bed and pull out a magic book.  No use in packing for me, I’m not going anywhere. Not like Baz.  Not everyone gets to celebrate with a family.  And certainly not everyone gets to celebrate in a fucking mansion.

           A small wrapped package appears in my periphery. I look up.  Baz is madly arranging clothes in his luggage, trying to look like he didn’t put the thing on my bed.  I’m surprised, I’ll admit.  I guess he didn’t forget.

           “What’s this?” I ask.  I don’t know why I ask it, as the answer is fairly obvious.

           “Just open it,” he says, not looking at me.

           Carefully I pull the tape off of the paper, not wanting to trigger anything in case this is still some sort of prank.  I wouldn’t put anything past him, the boy who literally pushed me down the stairs and tried to feed me to the Chimera.  But nothing ticks, and nothing blows up in my hands.  Slowly I pull the paper back from the object, holding it far away from my face, just to be safe.

           I am not expecting a dagger.

           Specifically, I am not expecting a dagger with a matching sheath that clips onto a belt, adorned with a rosebud pattern of bronze. I am not expecting what appears to be a polished silver blade with a soft leather hilt that fits in my hand like it was molded to the shape of my grip.

           My mouth is hanging open in awe.  I can’t seem to form words.

           I look back up at him.  He’s stopped rearranging his luggage and is watching me, and he looks almost nervous.

           “How much did you spend on this?” I breathe.

           He shakes his head.  “It was just from a pawn shop,” he mutters.

           “Damn, Baz,” I chuckle, “way to make me look like a shit gift-giver.”

           His eyes harden.  “I’ll take it back then,” he growls, moving to take it from my hands.

           “No!”  I clutch the knife to my chest.  He stops, looking surprised, like he hadn’t actually expected me to like it.  How he could think that beats me.  “I love it,” I say, not even realizing that I’ve admitted to something.

           His brow softens a bit.  “I just thought it might be easier than always having to summon your sword,” he shrugs.

           “It’s perfect,” I breathe, staring at the roses on the sheath, spellbound by the thing.

           Suddenly I’m hit by a wave of guilt.  I spent a handful on a lame gift card, when Baz went and actually found me something that would mean something.  I don’t stop to think about why he would want it to mean something, I only know that it leaves the scales completely unbalanced.

           I need to repay him somehow.

           I stand, and suddenly we’re nearly face-to-face. If our room wasn’t so damn tight we wouldn’t be this close together, but for once the proximity doesn’t bother me. It clearly affects him though, because he shies away as soon as I stand.  He won’t even make eye-contact with me.

           “I can’t accept this,” I tell him, “not without paying you back somehow.”

           “What part of the term ‘gift exchange’ do you not understand, Snow?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.  “It’s a gift.  Let’s just wish each other a Happy Christmas and be done with it.”

           “No, that’s not how we work,” I insist.  “I torment you, you torment me, and somehow we always break even.  So now we have to break even on this.”

           “I’m not telling you how much I spent on that,” he shakes his head.

           “Why not?”  My heart drops for a second.  “Was it terribly expensive?”

           “No, it’s just not what you do.  You don’t tell someone what you spent on them, it just makes them feel guilty.”

           “And since when have you ever passed up an opportunity to make me feel guilty?” I challenge.  He doesn’t answer, just stares at something that isn’t my eyes. I can’t quite tell what he’s looking at. Maybe the wall behind me, maybe my shoulder, maybe nothing in particular.

           “Alright,” I concede, “no money, then.  But there must be something I can do.”

           And – Merlin – his cheeks turn pink.

           And now I’m very aware of how close we are.

           And of how I can pinpoint his gaze now.

           He’s looking at my face, but not my eyes.  My mouth.


           I don’t think.  I just lean in and kiss him.


Simon’s mouth, no matter how many times I’ve thought he might kiss me, is a complete shock.  I’ve stared at his lips plenty, but apparently I wasn’t prepared to feel them against mine.

           And now here he is, pressing a gentle kiss to my cold mouth like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

           Before I can even close my eyes, he pulls back.

           I don’t speak.  I don’t trust myself to.

           “Is that alright?” he whispers.

           “Yeah.”  Crowley, I’m shaking.

           “Are we even then?”

           “Um,” I swallow nervously, “almost.”

           “Oh?” He smiles, and my heart stops entirely.  “What else do you want?”

           I lean in by just a fraction, hoping he’ll take the hint.

           He does.

           And then his mouth is flush against mine, not even bothering to be shy.  

CP Bachelor AU: part 2

part 1


“Hey,” Nicaise says. “The idiot is kicking up a fuss. You need to come deal with it.”

Laurent looks away from the bank of screens where he’s been playing around with footage from the previous day. They’ve got almost a full minute’s worth of Kashel’s boob nearly slipping out of her halter dress; Laurent knows what he’s doing when it comes to cutting together soft-core wardrobe malfunctions, but he’ll still get someone more heterosexual to look it over later.

“Which–” he starts, but Nicaise is already adding, “The main idiot. Your precious bachelor.”

“What is there to fuss about? He watches the games, he makes cute faces when they bring him the stuffed animals they won, and he goes on a group dinner date with the winning team. End of story.”

Nicaise says, “Yeah, whatever. He’s being difficult.”

Anyone else taking this snippy tone with Laurent would have been kicked to the curb without a reference by now, but Nicaise doesn’t really have any other tones, and he and Laurent know each other well enough that Laurent allows it. Laurent allows a lot of things where Nicaise is concerned.

He still says, “What, you can’t handle one petulant millionaire?”

Nicaise juts out his lip. “I tried,” he says. “He keeps going on about perpetuating stereotypes and biphobia.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” says Laurent, snatches up his coffee cup, and storms out of the tent.

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hesitant alien asks
  • The Bureau: what's your dream job? and if you currently have a job, do you enjoy it?
  • Action Cat: talk about your crush, s.o. or a past relationship that you look back on with some fondness.
  • No Shows: what is a total relationship deal-breaker? platonic or romantic.
  • Brother: is there anyone who you would do anything for?
  • Millions: what would be the first thing you'd do if you won the lottery?
  • Zero Zero: what's one subject in school you absolutely despise? why?
  • Juarez: what are some of your favourite local spots to hang out in? it could be a shop, a restaurant, a park, anything!
  • Drugstore Perfume: what's one smell that brings back pleasant memories or generally just makes you feel good?
  • Get The Gang Together: who are some of your favourite mutuals?
  • How It's Going To Be: do you prefer cities or rural areas?
  • Maya the Psychic: what's one weird yet impressive quirk/superpower that you have?
  • Pinkish: talk about the strangest or most vivid dream you've ever had.
  • Don't Try: what's something you've had to give up for the sake of your well being?
  • Television All The Time: what's something really important that you've forgotten?
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Originally posted by mooseleys

Characters: Y/n, John, Dean, Sam

Pairing: John x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Fluff, pure fluff. 

Word Count: 528

Summary: Y/n takes her boys Christmas shopping

A/N: Part two to The Only Woman We Need. Just a random idea that I thought was cute. Hope u like it. 

Tagged Peeps: @waywardsons-imagines@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@sallyp-53@supernatural-jackles@d-s-winchester@winchesterreid@teamfreewill-imagine@deanscherrypie@helvonasche@kaitlynnlovegood@notnaturalanahi@kittenofdoomage@wayward-mirage@nerdflash@riversong-sam@miss-miep@impala-dreamer@mypeopleskillsarerusty0203@greek-geek481@chelsea072498​ @tttiiigggeeerrrsss​ @deals-with-demons​ @plaidstiel-wormstache​


The Family They Deserve Masterlist

“Dean Winchester! Get your ass over here!”

Y/n heard a little giggle, looking down at Sammy who was smiling up at her.

“What’s so funny baby?”

“You said a bad word”

Y/n hissed out loud, making the boy laugh even more.

“Sorry. But you know not to say that. Ok?”

He nodded, his hair bobbing.

She looked back over to Dean, seeing him walking alongside John.

“Took you long enough.”

John rolled his eyes, not wanting to hear a lecture on how he was meant to be keeping an eye on the boy.

“Now, Dean. What do you want?” she asked, kneeling slightly in front of him.

“I don’t need anything. I told you. Just buy Sammy more stuff.”

The little child’s eyes widened with excitement and glee, but fell flat when y/n responded that Dean was getting something, whether he wanted it or not.

“Ok. Come on. We’re going into here and you’re gonna pick a present for Christmas!”

Dean objected again, but y/n just picked him up, not caring that he was slightly heavy or that he was wriggling around in her arms.

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What if Sombra doesn’t have any information on McCree, because she’s the one that wiped it?

They’re only seven years apart, and she looks really young when she’s meeting with the Los Muertos gang, so if she runs with them and McCree runs with Deadlock around the same time, maybe they crossed paths at some point in their youth? A deal gone wrong between the two gangs and things go south, but McCree comes across a little girl somewhere in the midst of it and he’s not about to kill a kid, what do you take him for? He makes sure she gets out of harms way until the shooting stops, and he forgets about it, but Sombra doesn’t, because when the world is an eye for an eye and someone goes out their way to keep you alive, you kinda owe them one?

But Deadlock goes down and McCree disappears with Blackwatch, and maybe even she forgets about it for a while with bigger fish to fry and powerful friends to make, until the day comes when Overwatch crumbles and a bounty shows up on her radar on one named Jesse McCree, and she remembers the rival gang member who helped her once.

McCree gets a call, a few weeks after he’s left Overwatch, in a small, run down motel out in the middle of nowhere, with little to no traffic and no reason to be calling. It’s early in the morning, and his sleep addled brain is catching up when he lifts the receiver and mumbles a sleepy “hello?” There’s silence for a moment, until a voice comes on the phone and says two words: Favour repaid.

The line goes dead, and McCree is now confused but wide awake - he tries reverse calling the number but there’s no source to be found. His mind goes to the worst possible scenario that he’s been compromised and he high tails it before the sun has risen and he gets swarmed by bounty hunters or feds or former rival gangs out for revenge.

Except… try to find any information on a man named Jesse McCree, and you won’t find a damn thing. It’s like looking for a ghost. Sure it won’t last, things can never stay off the grid completely, and he’ll surface and it’ll all start all over again but for now, the world forgets about Jesse McCree.


(Lucifer x Reader)

christmas special number 3 (christmas tree)

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk

You could see Lucifer getting more annoyed by the minute as his apartment changed from what looked straight out of a magazine for high quality furniture to a christmas wonderland. He probably hadn’t expected you to be that much into christmas when he invited you. But upon seeing his apartment, not being decorated one bit, you just had to do something about it.  

“Please no.” He groans with a dreadful look while you’re about to put some angels on the christmas tree.  

“Why not?”  

“First of all, these things look horrendous, they don’t have anything to do with the real deal. Second, why? You do realize what you think happened on this day never actually happened. This shouldn’t even be a holiday.”  

“Do you have to be so grumpy?”  

“I am not!”  

“How can you not like angels anyway? You are one.”  


You roll your eyes after turning back to the tree and continue with your decorations, “There’s no such thing as an ex-angel, you either are one or not. You’re always complaining about humans blaming everything on the devil anyway do don’t tell me you don’t like being an angel.”  

Even though he kept complaining you were glad that he had asked you over for christmas. You didn’t have family in town and spending all your free time alone at home, thinking about how lonely you really were hadn’t appealed to you very much.  

First time you had met Lucifer didn’t go as smooth as it did now. In fact the very first thing you had done was slap him after he made a sarcastic remark and tried to flirt with you. Strangely enough you had gradually gotten along better after both of your first impressions had to be corrected. Only time can tell in the end and first meetings rarely go as you wish they had.

“Wait.” Lucifer steps up to you, raising an eyebrow as he stares down at you, “Does that mean you actually believe that I’m the devil?” You had said it so casually, he didn’t even realize you said it without a hint of sarcasm or dishonesty.  

“I didn’t say that.”  

“You didn’t deny it either.”  

You both stare at each other for a moment before you sigh and give in, “Lets hypothetically say I do believe you, that wouldn’t change anything so it doesn’t really matter anyway.” You say, turning your attention back to other things while Lucifer starts smiling behind your back.  

Finally, someone who did not question his story at all.

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Baron and y/n are in a “feud” where she doesn’t believe he’s as good as he says he is in the ring so while she’s talking to Becky he hoists her over his shoulder and plants her in a chair at ringside and she tries to sneak away so he gives chase and she runs into his locker room and he follows behind her and locks them in and decides to prove her wrong. Extra smutty please

Hope this is kind of what you had in mind @redalternativefirefly

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Working At the DX With Sodapop Curtis and Steve Randle, Would Include:

Originally posted by kr-istina

Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creators!

Anonymous said:What would working at the DX with Soda and Steve include ?

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this, lovely. Thank you for your request!

- Having to deal with Soda constantly flirting with you.

- Having to put up with Steve constantly flirting with you.

- Steve and Soda calling you ‘doll’ or ‘tut’s’ or ‘doll face’.

- Having to deal with Steve’s bad temper and cockiness.

- When you’re upset, Soda’s always there to listen and help out.

- Your work day would definitely not be boring with those two around, if you know what I mean.

- Soda and Steve making comments about how hot you look when you’re working on cars.

- Always having to go get the boys lunch, and if Soda isn’t busy, he’d definitely tag along and flirt with you the whole entire time.

- Did I mention Sodapop flirting with you yet?

- Soda flirting with you.

- Soda. Flirting. With. YOU!

- Seriously, Soda will just flirt with you all day. He won’t shut up.

- Working the counter at the DX and whenever a cute guy comes in, Soda and Steve always tease you about flirting with them.

- “He’s totally interested in you. Did you see them heart eyes he had, Steve? He’s head over heels for her!” Soda would grin.

- “Awe, yeah he was.” Steve would chime in.

- “Shut up you two! He can hear you, moron’s!

- Having to deal with Steve jumping the front counter, - taking you down with him-, when Soda chases him with something.

- Handing Steve and Soda all the tools they need because they’re lazy shits.

- Not listening to the boss and sitting with Sodapop or Steve when they work on cars.

- Pranking your other co-workers with Sodapop and Steve.

- Steve buying you all the Coca-Cola that you want.

- Seeing Sodapop’s smile for your whole shift.

- Putting up with Steve’s bitching about Soc’s.

- Being like Soda’s and Steve’s kid-sister.

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12x03 DEAN

This man is trying to do two things:

1. Make eye contact.

2. Say good morning. 

Real casual. Easy. 

Because we’ve all moved on. Next chapter: Friends.

But in order not to smile - to not look fondly - but still LOOK - LOOK RIGHT AT HIM YOU CAN DO IT - he - 

Looks hard. Not glaring - what is this? - Pointed - Aggressive. 

And when he opens his mouth to say these simple words, so we can sit together, just brothers finally - 

It happens easy. He’s focusing on staring - hard - and not smiling - 

make your eyes wide and open and yet shielded and solid - 


And he hears, coming from his own mouth - 

“Morning sunshine.”


You can’t control everything. Something’s gotta slip. 


So you jut your head forward - balance it out - lean into it - it’s just a word - 

“Want some coffee?” to a being who does not eat or drink.

God damn Dean.

But your connection’s a force - looking at Cas in this moment is like trying to look at the sun when you know you shouldn’t, can’t look at the sun without being bathed in it. You don’t stop the sun by giving it dominant aggressive eyes. 

He’s trying to not let anyone know, including himself, and definitely not the sun. This is what you do when you love someone and you’ve resigned yourself to never telling them. 

Because this is good - what you have here. You’re together. And you’re safe. Under the same roof. Can’t ask for anything else. 

You shouldn’t expect that you could also have breakfast together at the same table. But you made him breakfast and coffee anyway, even though he doesn’t eat breakfast or drink coffee. You just wanna sit at this table, your table, his safe space, together. And glare at him. That’d be so nice, just to glare at him for a while. Roll your eyes. Smirk. If he’d just sit down.

And you had waited and talked with your brother, with this little coffee question in your pocket that is very, very sweet, that is small and you want to give this question to him, place it in his hand like a warm mug of coffee. And then there he was - there he is - he’s here - in your kitchen. And the question came out and of course it was aggressive as possible because if you didn’t you’d let down your guard, and you’d smile too big and then everyone will know.

And then the Sun, your Sunshine, hears you, senses you, and what this is, what this could be, if you let it. 

And then he runs away.

Sherlock and Transformers Prime

Alright Sherlock fans please listen to me.


I may not represent my whole fandom, but I do know this: The ones who care for the show will not back down. At least not until you give us some respect alright.

Here are some common things I’ve seen:

“We’re the bigger fandom, and you’re the smaller one, thus you get out of the tag” translates into “We’re the bigger kids, thus we’ll take everything”

Look, I know Sherlock is a bigger fandom, I actually like Sherlock. But you guys should hear yourselves saying that alright? Transformers Prime may be a small fandom, but we’re a strong one. We like Transformers Prime just like how you like Sherlock. What would you do if let’s say a bigger fandom stole your main tag? Wouldn’t you protect te tag and fight for it?

Which leads to te second statement I’m seeing: “Transformers is just robots what’s the big deal” well congratulations, Sherlock is just about some egoistic manchild detective. OH BUT WAIT! This isn’t what Sherlock is about is it? No. It’s not it’s much deeper. Just like how Transformers Prime is much deeper then just transforming cars. It’s about loss and war, and getting over death. It’s sacrifice and virtue, and the questioning of the morality of a civil war that occurred centuries THAT DESTROYED THEIR HOMELAND.

“But it’s just some cartoon right? So what’s the big deal?” Do you know how much animation cost? It isn’t something that some amateur can do. No. It’s frames of frames of repetitive work that consumes time and energy. It’s a work that is admired by artists because of how much dedication they put into a show about “just transforming robots”. You guys claiming that it’s a cartoon we shouldn’t complain is just insulting. Alright?

Please. Please understand this. We just want the TFP Tag to stay with us, just like how you guys would if someone took your tag. Alright?

Behz v. Ricegum

I’m really not one for ranting, but I just wanted to say that I’m proud to call myself Ethan’s subscriber today. It sounds ridiculous (look at who we’re talking about), but I think Ethan handled the video really well.

It takes a lot of maturity to not lash out when a guy with a platform as huge as Ricegum’s decides to attack you. And the thing is, Ethan didn’t just get humiliated by the video and stop living his life; He took it in stride, hardly reacted and really showed how little of an effect Ricedick had on him.

I think it’s HUGE credit to Ethan that the only things Ricegum could attack him on are his weight and the fact that he has FRIENDS.

First of all, “fat” isn’t an insult. It literally just describes what your body looks like. I’m fat too. Big fucking deal. What matters is how comfortable you are with your body and how you feel in it. From what I can see, Ethan may not have loved his body before, but he’s working incredibly hard with amazing progress to get to a place where he can.

Second of all, Ethan has friends. Really, really great friends. When he makes videos with them, it’s not just some collab to try and get more views. He’s literally just filming himself having a good time with his mates AND GETTING PAID FOR IT. It seems like a pretty sweet deal to me.The only reason he doesn’t get as many views on his own is because who actually gives a rat’s ass about FIFA (sorry to those of you who actually care about FIFA).

My point is, I hope Ethan knows how much he is loved. We all know he has his faults and there are times where you really just want to kick his balls in, but at the end of the day, I still refuse to unsubscribe and I would defend him to the death if anyone so much as calls him “fat”.


Geonosis Conversation

Episode II has a deleted scene in which Padme and Dooku have roughly a minute of low-key threatening political ideal debate that is actually very interesting if you listen to it. But I keep getting distracted because while Senator Amidala and Count Dooku are having said debate, their respective muscle men never stop glaring at each other the whole time and…

I’m just imagining Jango and Anakin sizing each other up and the internal monologues of “I hope he tries it. Boy will be fun to deal with.” and “Threat to Padme. Must eliminate. I don’t have my lightsaber. Will have to improvise.”

Do you see what I mean! I’m imagining elaborate, Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows style mental battle plans being mapped out and countered here.

(Also, baby-faced Anakin trying to look fierce and mostly looking pouty through no fault of his own. Don’t worry sweetheart, it’ll be better once you get a couple of facial scars.)

I’ll… uh… deal with the other neighbors later.

but hoho, I know someone who should help.


[Jasper] what.

[Peri] Many of those Lapis Lazuli birds have been lost in the storm. look out for any that get in or around here. I ESPECIALLY need you to keep your awful cats inside. they shouldn’t even be outside in the first place. It’s VERY irresponsible though like I’d ever expect you to be anyw-

…what are those????

[Jasper] free dogs.

[Peri] I doubt that! where did you get those???

[Jasper] none of your business. the cats are hiding upstairs because they cant handle these beasts. pussies.

[Peri] this is no time for jokes!! make sure they stay inside! YOU make sure they stay inside. not because those dogs are stressing them out. SPEAKING OF WHICH GIVE THEM BACK BECAUSE I’M PRETTY SURE I SEE COLLARS ON TH-

[Jasper] shut up and get out. your business isn’t my business either. this was probably all your fault anyway. deal with it yourself.

[Peri] …UGH!

[Lapeep] !!! phphhhhpt!!!!

yeah. fuck Jasper. I don’t even really want her involved anyway.


He smirks and his eyes heat.
— Well, I want you to think about something while I’m in New York. I gave you this job, and I expect you to show me some gratitude. In fact, I’m entitled to it. I had to fight to get you. Elizabeth wanted someone better qualified, but I saw something in you. So, we need to work out a deal. A deal where you keep me happy. D’you understand what I’m saying, Ana?”
— Look at it as refining your job description, if you like. And if you keep me happy, I won’t dig any further into how your boyfriend is pulling strings, milking his contacts, or cashing in some favor from one of his Ivy League frat-boy sycophants.

who should you fight?  kotor edition

this meme and this game are both old as shit.

who wins: you
look, you’re going to argue with this guy no matter what happens. might as well have it out and get it over with. he’ll feel better once you’ve both shouted at each other, and you won’t have to deal with him giving you suspicious looks all the time. it’s a win-win. unless you have an unknown secret

who wins: mission
why the fuck would you fight mission. even if you were evil enough to do it, the girl’s got a wookie for a best friend. there’s no way it ends well for you.

who wins: zaalbar
he’s a fucking wookie

who wins: you
you might be able to defeat bastila in a straight fight, but it’s risky. what you can definitely do, on the other hand, is lob insults at her until she loses her temper, then steal her lightsaber and run away. this counts as a win, as she’s far too dignified to punch you in the face to get it back.

who wins: canderous
this dude is like 800 in mandalorian years. he is the epitome of bamf. that said, if you put up even a semblance of a decent fight and have some good quips, he’ll probably think you’re funny and buy you a drink with no hard feelings.

who wins: you, but not for long
you could probably take t3. you could not take whoever is charged with protecting t3 while it hacks things.  safer to avoid.

who wins: hk
not only will hk destroy you, he’ll be absolutely delighted to do so, and the last thing you hear in your life will be him gleefully mocking your meatbag incompetence. again, safer to avoid.

who wins: jolee
the dude lived on the surface of kashyyyk for twenty years. he’s seen it all, and he doesn’t give a shit. plus, once you lose to him, he’s gonna sit your ass down and tell you a story, and since that’s probably why you wanted to fight him to begin with, there’s literally no point in trying.

who wins: hahhahahha