but not as bad as i'd imagined


I,, I don’t even know alright. John just gots a lot of batman merchandise in my imagination.
And Bruce can’t handle the sight of his majestic boyfriend in the morning
(get him some coffee☕️)

Skyline {V}

Originally posted by hardyness

Warnings: none

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 3k

A/N: So I originally intended for this to be the last part of Skyline, but because things needed to be explained so much, the story is getting a bit longer than I anticipated.  For that reason, there will be a Skyline pt. 6!!  I almost wish there wasn’t, because I love the evenness and finality of five parts, but what can you do.  Special thanks to Zoe and Jen for helping me brainstorm ideas, and for giving me feedback!!  Also, just a reminder, I do not have a tags list!!  I really hope you guys enjoy pt. 5!!!

{part I} {part II} {part III} {part IV}

You really had no idea how Spider-Man did it.  How could he walk around in his civilian life, bursting at the seams with the secret of his powers, and not tell anybody?  How could he stay up half the night roaming the streets of Queens and keeping them safe?  How did he balance his hero responsibilities with those of a typical teenager?  You were sure that, if the radioactive spider had bitten you, you would not have been able to handle it like Spider-Man did.

You felt the change immediately when you woke up the morning after your night with Spider-Man. After crossing all those lines that the two of you had so carefully left uncrossed for months, you had stayed up almost all night, just talking (and also kissing a little bit?  But really, could anyone blame you?  He was a super hero).  Once Spider-Man had left around four am, you had had less than two hours of sleep once your alarm rang at six.  And by the time you made it to school, you had felt like death warmed over. That day had been a groggy fog of trying to stay awake and coherent until school was over, and you were tucked away in your cozy bed.

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Requested: HI!!! LOVE YOUR IMAGINES!!! Could you possibly write a Shawn imagine where there’s a giant bug in the bedroom and you kinda freak out and call Shawn into the bedroom to get it but he finds it amusing!!


You’re about to get into bed when some movement on the wall next to your bed catches your eye. Immediately, your eyes focus on the wall where you spotted the movement, and you catch sight of a spider the size of your fist. You want to scream, but you don’t let yourself make any noise until you’re safely outside the doorway fearing that your scream could scare the spider. More than that, you’re afraid the sound might cause the spider to flee and disappear, which would be your worst nightmare. However, as soon as you’re in the hall, you do scream, “Aaahhhhh! Shawn! Shawn!” You’re out of breath by the time you reach the living room, despite the fact that the distance was not very far in your tiny apartment. Shawn meets you at the entrance to the living room, since he had heard you screaming, he was on his way towards you.

“What’s wrong? Babe are you okay?” He asks frantically. His eyes are wide with concern and his guitar is still in his hand, since he had been working on a song.

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anonymous asked:

Honestly i never even imagined that i'd be feeling things because of jungkook!!! He was my smol baby that i've been raising since debut but ashdjfnbkdk i kinda feel bad for this lol

Actually they all grew up a lot since debut, Jungkook the bunny

Originally posted by jinkooks

is still a bunny, a VERY sexy HANDSOME and muscular bunny

Originally posted by aerijan

Jimin was always a mochi

Originally posted by jeimin

Now he is a VERY sexy mochi

Originally posted by lightheartedfun

Just how did V turn from a pretty boy

Originally posted by byeoltan

To an angel that can’t keep his tongue in his mouth 

Originally posted by bangtanofarmys

Rapmon had that haircut and those shades ALL the time

Originally posted by berry852

Thank you Stylist/hairdresser Noonas for throwing that concept away and giving us THIS:

Originally posted by bangtan-tan

HAHAHAHAHAH remember when they gave Jhope the gangster concept

Originally posted by seokingjhopescock

They tried to hide the sun’s light. HOW DARE YOU BIGHIT !!!

Originally posted by jaayhope

Oooooh Suga 

Originally posted by the-rap-man

OOOOOOOOOOOOH SUGA  *Imma cry, I am getting too emo making this*

Originally posted by taehminyoongi

No words needed

Originally posted by missbaptan

For Jin, Mr. Woldwide Handsome *slides 3$ to Bighit, pls make him go blonde again*

Originally posted by eatjin

People change, they grow, and so did BTS beautifully. Even they believe they matured and are no more the same.

By @mimibtsghost

To Spot a Friend

Request: Hello, dear Author. Can You do the following request. Hope it will interest You. Reader is a famous singer, whose voice gets is a voice of a angel, but she hides her face behind a mask. Newt running after niffler is in concert hall and heard her. He sees her singing and fell in love with voice. But she had an abusive boyfriend, who is heating her… and here can be any variation of action…

Word Count: 5,703

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous but tagging @caseoffics @red-roses-and-stories @dont-give-a-bother

WARNING: Allusions to an Abusive Relationship

The silver lights cast the room in a sultry glow that drapes over the red plush seats and diamond-and-pearl covered guests like a silken shawl. Their conversations, soft under the intimidation of the glow, drift languidly toward the high ceiling of the theater and mingle together as they wander through the room.

A soft jazz tune weaves through the crowd, no more than a lazy cat no one pays much attention to as it sneaks over their heels and between the legs of their black slacks. The song wafts from the open orchestra pit, a moat between the seats and the massive wooden stage that juts out, looming in front of the crowd, a stage with such a history of grandeur that few agree to step onto it.

Some women shift in their seats in an attempt to peer around the velvet curtains that guard the back of the stage, separating audience and artist for now. They murmur to one another, wondering if the brave artist is back there, hidden in the folds of the shadows, listening to the conversations swirling around. Their chairs squeak as they move, trying to earn the first glimpse of the acclaimed performer with the voice of a cherubim.

They never see her, though, never notice you as you lean against the cool stone wall and try to understand the bits of muffled conversation that amble past you. Your eyes are shut, arms wrapped around your stomach, while you take slow breaths in through your nose, let them out through your mouth. The terror you’d known your first time on stage still haunts you, a ghost you can never rid yourself of no matter the amount of glowing reviews in newspapers or number of sold out concert halls. Terror is a constant in your life, one of the only constants you’ve known for the past four years.

Two hands wrap around your waist, covering your own hands, a wave of thick cologne that ruins your slow breathing and causes you to cough accompanying them.

Theo’s hot breath, smelling of cigarettes and whiskey, scrapes across the side of your face. “You know you’re not supposed to hang out side stage before the show, darling.”

“I needed a break.” You murmur as his stubble scratches your cheek and his chin digs into your shoulder.

“Your wardrobe team tore backstage apart looking for you. They want to get you ready.” He tugs you against his chest.

“They have plenty of time.”

“They need to start soon or you won’t look radiant tonight.”

The insult doesn’t upset you, not anymore. “What does it matter how I look if they’re here for my voice?”

His fingertips dig lightly into your stomach. “No one wants to listen to an ugly person sing. You need to shine, darling. We’ve been over this.”

The bile in your stomach simmers and you feel sick, but you nod at his words. “I’ll meet with wardrobe soon.”

He presses a rough kiss against your exposed neck. “Don’t be long. They need to get to work or we’re paying them for nothing.”

“I know, love.” You whisper as his arms unwrap from around you with one final squeeze.

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Star Wars…. if it were told through Anakin Skywalker’s Instagram Adventures

I’M SORRY I HAVE NO IDEA WHY THIS IS A THING THAT EXISTS I just got too excited about the new Clone Wars and-

This could either be a modern AU, or an alternate universe where everything is exactly the same… except everyone has instagram. (let’s be real this universe would involve a lot more bad hashtags, ~dramatic filters~ and check-ins at Mustafar)

Newsies characters as things I'e heard in school
  • Jack: I basically ended the cold war... you're welcome
  • Davey: So I'm really smart and people say that you look smarter with glasses... so imagine how much of a genius I'd look like with glasses
  • Race: Wait, smoking is bad for you? I thought that was a conspiracy
  • Spot: If you lived in Brooklyn they'd cement your feet and throw you in the river
  • Crutchie: I'm trying really hard to be neutral here but it's hard to do when you're so blatantly wrong
End of the Day

Bucky x reader

Warnings: kissy kiss kiss (fluff)

Prompt: You help Bucky calm down

Originally posted by wintersthighs

You finally had a night to yourself. Everyone in the tower was gone and you could finally sit down and rest. 

The T.V. was all yours, no one to fight over the remote with. You only had to cook for yourself, something you haven’t been able to do since you moved in. 

Everyone was to be gone until morning, so you took advantage of every aspect of the tower. The couch was covered in blankets, your favorite movie was on, and you were happy. 

But of course, all good things must come to an end. 

The light of the room was flicked on, in coming a very out of breath Bucky. “What are you-” 

You were cut off by Bucky rushing to you and wrapping you into his arms. His entire body was shaking, and you could tell that he had just relapsed into a fit of memories from before Steve found him and brought him to the tower. 

You two were close, to say the least. You found him in the kitchen in the early hours of the morning after he had a nightmare. You were an insomniac who rarely slept early, and it almost became routine to meet him in the kitchen at 3 in the morning. 

You never wanted to sleep, but you always tried to so you would have more energy for him. 

You learned his likes and dislikes, you learned how to calm him down and he was grateful for you. No one knew how to do it except for you.

His chest heaved, but you slowly wrapped your arms around his muscular body and rubbed his back comfortingly. “I was-” he choked on his words, “I was just at the gas station and he looked exactly like him. The man at the register.” 

You opened up the blanket, allowing him to crawl in next to you and curl into your side. “Looked like who?” You questioned, leaning into him because human contact helped him best. 

“Zola. He looked just like him.” 

You sighed, resting your cheek on the top of his head. “He’s dead, Buck. You don’t have to worry about him anymore.” 

“I’m still so scared.” He muttered, his face resting in the crook of your neck. 

You felt bad for him, but you weren’t giving him pity because he hated that. He wanted someone who was going to be there when he needed it but treated him as they would anyone else at any other time of the day. You were that person for him. He could come to you for anything and he knew you wouldn’t coddle him when he didn’t want it. 

“You don’t need to be, you’re safe now.” You whispered, running your fingers through his hair. 

He sniffled, “Thank you.” 

“It’s what I’m here for, Bucky.” 

The two of you stayed like that for a bit, waiting until he had calmed down before he sighed. 

He crawled up, sitting up straight and allowing you to pull away from him. “I’m sorry I ruined your alone time. I’ll leave you be.” 

You were about to let him walk out of the room but you knew you couldn’t, “No Bucky. Stay with me, watch the movie.” 

He turned back to you, a slight smile on his face, “You sure?” 

“Of course.” 

As he rushed back to the couch you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach. He pulled off his shoes and sat next to you, pulling you closer to him. 

This was the first time you were cradled by him and not the other way around. Not that you were complaining. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., lights please.” 

The lights turned off and the light of the T.V. was the only thing that illuminated the room. You glanced up at his face, watching as his eyelashes had perfectly cast a shadow on his cheeks. The scruff on his face had a sudden appeal to you, almost melting you at the sight. 

You moved your eyes away from him as he turned to you, barely being able to keep your mind on the words being said in the movie. You could only feel his breathing underneath you. 

It’s not like this was the first time you had felt like this. 

“I don’t get it, why are they singing? They’re in a high school can’t they just talk?” Bucky said, his brows furrowed at the television as Grease played. 

“That would make the movie awfully more boring.” You responded, smiling at him while you pushed your attraction to him away. 

“It would make it realistic.” 

“Realism is boring.” You bit back, sitting up and staring into his eyes. 

His eyes turned to slits, but you didn’t notice as your eyes became focused on his lips. 

He saw this as an opportunity, and took his bottom lip in between his teeth with a smirk. You swallowed, turning back to the movie and watching the sleepover scene. 

“Nuh-uh, I saw what you were looking at.” Bucky teased, his teeth shining. 

“Shut up, Bucky.” 

“You want to kiss me, don’t you?” He chuckled. 

“Would you please just shut u-”

Your sentence was cut off by his lips connecting to yours. He leaned forward, pushing you onto your back and crawling on top of you. 

You were in complete shock, there was no possible way this was actually happening. You couldn’t believe it, and as he was about to pull away you began kissing him back with as much force as he had used on you. 

His hands held your hips down and your arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close to you. 

Before you could fully slip into bliss, he pulled away. 

“It’s okay,” he smiled, “because I wanted to kiss you too.” 

Episode six had some real nightmare fuel potential because Dirk Gently and Todd both got captured separately so imagine one of them getting dragged into the Animal Transfer Unit and seeing the other standing there and going oh, thank god you’re here at least but then they turn around and there’s something wrong with how they’re standing, the way they’re staring with hungry, unhinged eyes.

Because one of the cultists got trigger-happy with the soul-swapping machine and that thing standing there? That’s not their best friend any more.

anonymous asked:

Weird head to thought of while watching pug videos: Hanzo would have a pug and love it very much. He is such a serious man that I'd think it'd be funny for him to have the silliest dogo.

Big bad mafia lord having a small wall-eyed dog that snores while she’s awake. And probably has a ton of diamond-etched dog accesories.

I love imagining big bad characters with silly, “ugly” pets. One of my many weaknesses

‘how long are you going to run away?’

‘as long as it takes.’

‘keep running! i like the chase!’

a further proof i’m a fucking weeb: a witch hunt au

so, imagine, shiro and keith get together in a small, medieval-like village. shiro is some kind of lord who owns the land and keith is from the outside, and boy does they both fall quick and hard for each other. it’s heart warming, really.

except, of course, someone is jealous. and that someone is lance. lance has been in love with shiro for a long time and decides to make up a lie: keith is a witch. a nasty piece of necromancer at that who bewitched him! at first, shiro doesn’t want to believe it but lance insists, adding that keith is so mysterious and a stranger. lance is another noble, a little under him but a word from a noble is often word of god in these  times.

eventually, shiro relents because he’s pushed to the wall (definitely manipulated into agreeing) and lance produces evidence somehow, maybe as unconvincing as it is, convinces a jury somehow. (we all know keith isn’t a nice young man. maybe his rude way offended someone or a few someones…)

so in good old tradition, they tie him up to a stake to burn and shiro watches and lance knows he’s won. if he gets competition out of the way, he has chances to win shiro’s heart. except… lance didn’t expect that he was right.

keith is indeed a witch and flees, giving shiro one last look of betrayal as he leaves.

anonymous asked:

I think this is how you do it, I've never done one of these before haha! But what about an imagine of Klaus and S/O cuddling in bed, staring into each others eyes and whispering sweet nothings?? What would Klaus say ^v^

I’m not sure if you meant a scenario or not, so I just went with hcs if that’s okay with you anon ^^;

  • Of course one of the things Klaus would say as he looks into his s/o’s eyes is, “I love you"
  • S/o is free to cuddle Klaus as much as they like, and Klaus loves it. Of course he do the same to his s/o~
  • I can just see Klaus giving his s/o these little kisses on the check and lips aha
  • Klaus is almost like a cat, cuddling with his s/o. He isn’t exactly purring but he sure if showering his s/o with “I love you"s and kisses~
  • Klaus caressing his s/o cheek as he looks into their eyes, and s/o doing the same.
  • Klaus is mainly the big spoon, but he’s happy to be the little spoon when his s/o wants to give him a big hug in bed.
  • This is honestly a full on cuddling and kissing session with Klaus. Sounds like heaven to me!

anonymous asked:

I'd love a bullet-point or ficlet response, but anything's fine – you're a fabulous writer! Anyway, imagine Bad Bob Zimmermann taking to social media like a fish to water. Does he make puns of his nickname on twitter (like posting photos of Jack and himself with #DadBob or announcing good news with #GladBob) or make silly vines? Does he do #tbt stuff with photos of Alicia or his mama? Does he retweet all of Jack's instagram pics or Eric's tweets? What's his twitter response to Jack coming out?

Okay, I’m going to tell you upfront that I have no idea what this is going to turn into. This is gonna be stream-of-conscious petals style because we stayed up way too late last night but then i woke up at 7 and thought about this ask and–

  • I think the first thing to realize is that Bad Bob Zimmermann is the most extroverted extrovert to ever extrovert on this mortal plane. Bad Bob probably got into hockey because his parents had no idea what to do with his boundless energy and the fact that he literally never stopped talking ever and hockey (at 4 years old) seemed like a good way to try to work some of that energy out. Failing that, it at least made lil Bobby someone else’s problem for three hours a week (which then became an hour a day, and, look by the time he is like 8, they just let him hang out at the ice rinks the moment school is out because he knows all the staff by name and there is an endless cycle of other kids for him to play with and it’s a good system! sometimes he even sleeps!).
  • And while Jack loves hockey for the game and, largely, to prove himself as an individual (until samwell and bitty), Bad Bob loves hockey for the people. Bad Bob took to being on a team like a fish to water and in peewee hockey, Bad Bob got so many penalties because he kept skating onto the rink to participate in cellys even when he was on the bench. (or in the penalty box! Dear, god, bob, you cannot– yup, he’s on the ice again. dammit.). Bad Bob just loves the feeling of being on a team and the connections you make with your teammates and the connections you make with the other team’s players and– look, part of the reason Bad Bob worked so hard at hockey is because leaving that team environment would kill him. (seriously, i bet bad bob has the worst time adjusting to life after the nhl. alicia is probably so worried.)
  • Anyway, all this to say, that twitter is made for retired Bad Bob Zimmermann. Suddenly, he can talk to people all day long even if he is alone in his house or even if he is stuck at one of Alicia’s formal events and has to listen to speeches. You know how introverts sneak off at parties to read books on their phone in the bathroom (no? that’s just me?) - well Bad Bob sneaks off to reply to tweets (and text in his Groupme with all his old teammates). 
  • Of course, Bad Bob is still pretty freakin’ famous and his constant activity causes a stir and you know how carrie fisher is like the freakin’ twitter queen of the modern day? That’s Bad Bob Zimmermann. He is the Dad of twitter. He retweets funny things about himself and memes and, contrary to popular belief, he is not angling for a commentator or sports analyst job on Sports Illustrated so his filter is literally zero. BBZ is un-ironically the coolest dad ever. 
  • Let’s swing to Jack for a second. And I’m afraid I am going to be HELLA cheesey and talk about those 5 Love Languages. I think perhaps the primary miscommunication between Jack and BBZ is that they are not speaking the same love language at all. Bad Bob Zimmermann is literally all about verbal words of praise. With a side of physical touch. That is how Bad Bob gives love. He is alright with however people what to give love to him (to him, Alicia’s laughter at his bad jokes is love and when Jack takes the time to call him, he glows for days afterwards).
  • However, the conflict is that that is not how Jack Zimmermann gives or recieves love. Jack Zimmermann works that Quality Time lifestyle. He wants someone to barge in his room and sit on his bed (Shitty), he wants someone to study with him for hours even if they are working on different projects (Bitty), he wants someone to sit with him for hours even if they say practically nothing the whole time (Lardo). When Jack Zimmermann tries to give love, gift-giving comes into play, but his natural state is Quality Time.
  • And, unfortunately, that is the one thing that Bad Bob can’t give him. When Jack was growing up, Bad Bob was still away playing for huge chunks of time and then by the time he is retired and home, Jack is playing hockey for hours a day and then on the Q and then before either of them know it, Jack is off to Samwell. 

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anonymous asked:

Sometimes I wonder if it's possible to have sexual attraction to a motorcycle, a giant decapitated lady, a literal UFO, a horned humanoid zebra, or a big ass demon named Staniel.

Don’t ask me, I don’t even know a Staniel.

╰ ❀.`hamilton lyrics part 1.
  • ❝ this kid is insane, man. ❞
  • ❝ the world's gonna know your name. ❞
  • ❝ there's a million things i haven't done ; but just you wait. ❞
  • ❝ you gotta fend for yourself. ❞
  • ❝ in new york you can be a new man. ❞
  • ❝ you never learned to take your time! ❞
  • ❝ will they know what you overcame? ❞
  • ❝ will they know you rewrote the game? ❞
  • ❝ the world will never be the same. ❞
  • ❝ me? i died for him / i loved him / i trusted him / i'm the damn fool that shot him. ❞
  • ❝ i got out of sorts with a buddy of yours. ❞
  • ❝ i may have punched him. ❞
  • ❝ it's a blur, sir. ❞
  • ❝ he looked at me like i was stupid, i'm not stupid. ❞
  • ❝ it was my parents' dying wish before they passed. ❞
  • ❝ god i wish there was a war! ❞
  • ❝ then we could prove we're worth more than anyone bargained for. ❞
  • ❝ can i buy you a drink? ❞
  • ❝ talk less, smile more. ❞
  • ❝ fools who run their mouths often wind up dead. ❞
  • ❝ who's the best? c'est moi! ❞
  • ❝ if you stand for nothing, what'll you fall for? ❞
  • MY SHOT:
  • ❝ i am not throwing away my shot! ❞
  • ❝ i'm just like my country, i'm young, scrappy, & hungry! ❞
  • ❝ i got a lot of brains, but no polish. ❞
  • ❝ meanwhile, __ keeps shittin' on us endlessly. ❞
  • ❝ there will be a revolution in this century! ❞
  • ❝ don't be shocked when your history book mentions me. ❞
  • ❝ i will lay down my life if it sets us free. ❞
  • ❝ you and i. do or die. ❞
  • ❝ if you talk, you're gonna get shot. ❞
  • ❝ i think your pants look hot. ❞
  • ❝ __, i like you a lot. ❞
  • ❝ i never had a group of friends before. ❞
  • ❝ i promise that i'll make you proud. ❞
  • ❝ i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory, when's it gonna get me? ❞
  • ❝ i never thought i'd live past twenty. ❞
  • ❝ for the first time, i'm thinking past tomorrow. ❞
  • ❝ i may not live to see our glory, but i will gladly join the fight. ❞
  • ❝ and when our children tell our story, they'll tell the story of tonight. ❞
  • ❝ tomorrow there'll be more of us. ❞
  • ❝ daddy said to be home by sundown. ❞
  • ❝ daddy doesn't need to know. ❞
  • ❝ look around, the revolution is happening in new york! ❞
  • ❝ it's bad enough there'll be violence on our shore. ❞
  • ❝ remind me what we're looking for... ❞
  • ❝ i'm looking for a mind at work. ❞
  • ❝ excuse me miss, i know it's not funny, but your perfume smells like your daddy's got money. ❞
  • ❝ ah, so you've discussed me! ❞
  • ❝ i'm a trust fund, baby, you can trust me! ❞
  • ❝ look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now! ❞
  • ❝ history is happening in manhattan, and we just happen to be in the greatest city in the world! ❞
  • ❝ we hold these truths to be self - evident, that all men are created equal! ❞
  • ❝ oh my god. tear this dude apart. ❞
  • ❝ chaos and bloodshed are not a solution. ❞
  • ❝ it's hard to listen to you with a straight face! ❞
  • ❝ chaos and bloodshed already haunt us. ❞
  • ❝ honestly, you shouldn't even talk. ❞
  • ❝ my dog speaks more eloquently! ❞
  • ❝ you say the price of my love's not a price you're willing to play. ❞
  • ❝ why so sad? ❞
  • ❝ we made an arrangement when you went away, now you're making me mad. ❞
  • ❝ remember despite our estrangement, i'm your man. ❞
  • ❝ you'll be back. ❞
  • ❝ we have seen each other through it all. ❞
  • ❝ when push comes to shove, i will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love. ❞
  • ❝ don't change the subject, 'cause you're my favorite subject. ❞
  • ❝ i will fight the fight & win the war. ❞
  • ❝ i will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love. ❞

Every time I watch 5sos snapchat stories:

Originally posted by animatedtext

Random News outlet: Another Super Mario Bros movie is now in the works!

Me: Cool, maybe if it makes bank we can finally get a Kirby movie off the ground, hell, maybe even a whole cinematic universe!

News: It’s being done by universal and Illumination entertainment!


Originally posted by mtv