but not as bad as i'd imagined


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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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)

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

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.” 

‘how long are you going to run away?’

‘as long as it takes.’

‘keep running! i like the chase!’

╰ ❀.`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. ❞

anonymous asked:

So I'd imagine the weapon swap would go weiss>yang> blake>ruby>weiss so l like. Yang has no fucking clue what to do with a sword so she's just ???? Blake accidentally activates it at all the wrong times, puts holes in several walls. Ruby somehow manages to end up tied up in blakes weapon, and weiss can't even pick up crescent rose bc it's so big and heavy compared to her sword

Ahhh I have so many cool hcs too but i just cannot translate them to writing!!!

Every time I watch 5sos snapchat stories:

Originally posted by animatedtext

anonymous asked:

I gave birth ten days ago and all throughout the pregnancy my mother told me that vaccinating them was wrong and a bad idea, and I took it lightly until she came to visit me, my partner and the baby in the hospital and asked if we were going to get him vaccinated. I said yes, and she FUCKING said 'I'd rather you lost a child than have to put up with an autistic one for the rest of your life'. Now that I've actually had the baby I can't imagine losing him so I don't want my mother coming near us.

Holy shit. What the actual fuck?! That’s monstrous oh my god. I know she’s your mother, but…cut her the fuck out, please, for the sake of yourself and your child. 

anonymous asked:

Ok but like imagine having a bad dream abt Harry cheating o u and you wake up all pissed and glare at his beautiful and innocent sleeping face so you straddle his stomach right above his butterfly and he wakes up all confused only for you to be like "I'm. So. Mad. At. You." While lightly pinching his nips and he's blubbering like "wha happened?? Wha I'd do love? Stop angel s'it tickles.."

First off: I hate those sort of dreams

Secondly: yes. Pinch his nips and right under his arms, just to make him squirm and wake up faster. “Wha’d I do?” He’d pull you closer to him and try to grasp your hands before you went any further, successfully wrangling them both into one of his big hands, “whatever it was, I didn’ deserve that punishment” he kisses your nose and you frown, kicking your toes lightly on his calf.

“Just don’t do it again” you sigh and nuzzle your head into his neck, another breathy giggle escaping his lips as your hair tickles his neck.

“Sure, sure”, he kisses your forehead, “no go back to sleep”

anonymous asked:

I love both variants of your pun book title. I feel like Yuuri would show Phichit the manuscript and Phichit was campaign HARD for 'The Road to #Viktuuri.' Viktor would love it. Yuuri, I'd imagine, still has a lingering bad taste in his mouth from past social media experiences. Or maybe he'd view it as a giant middle finger to the more toxic elements since the #victuuri tag was overwhelmingly positive?

Yuuri would definitely go for ‘The Road to Viktory’ because it’s about his life and relationship with Viktor and how his path to winning gold was intertwined with his feelings about Viktor and how that set him on the path to Viktor as well. Plus he has a bit of a knee jerk bad reaction to ‘Viktuuri’ because of how much stress and anxiety the shippers used to cause him and occasionally the shitty ones still do so officially he wouldn’t want to use Viktuuri. But Phichit would definitely start the hashtag #roadtoviktuuri with his permission for publicity though since he would beg Yuuri to be allowed to do it for fun! 

Kitsinante (Real World AU) Part II

Sengoku sighed as he looked upon the frowning visage of his grandson.

True, he had been lamenting not having enough time with Law lately. True, he had even fantasized about taking him to his job.

He hadn’t expected to see Law in the Police Station quite so soon, though. And certainly not because he was arrested.

Then again, it was almost expected. The only survivor on his family from an epidemic that had only gotten as bad because of a misdiagnosis, a small time as a street rat (because the system had failed him again), then picked up by his bumbling son… Only to move houses yet again a few months later and end up living with Rosinante’s girlfriend (who’s barely seven years older than Law himself) and her three adopted kids.

It had been clear from the first time Sengoku met them that things would end up like this. The downright vicious way the children fought, the calm smile of that woman as if nothing was wrong, Rosinante’s utter inability to put order on that chaos…

Anyone who talked badly about his new family was going to get intimately acquaintaced with an enraged Law’s fist.

Damn, I always seem to have more to write on these things, but then Sengoku goes “Nah, ‘til here is good. Can’t you see how natural the stop point is?”

Well, too bad for your lazy ass, Sengoku: BONUS!

The problem for Sengoku is that, no matter how glad he is to see his grandson so happy and alive (actually, had he ever looked so bright and mischievious?), he can’t let him off the hook for this. Now he has to play villain because his son and sort-of-daughter-in-law would probably just coo over how much Law cares about them. And even if they didn’t, those two are terrible at discipline.

A handwritten letter from Prince to a young fan:

“Dearest Annalisa,
It is so nice of (u) 2 write me. I don’t always have time 2 reply but your letters surely brighten my day.
You’re so sweet. I’m glad you’re my friend. If u dig the video, wait until u see the movie. I’m very proud of it. I hope u are 2.
Congratulations on making thru jr high. I’m sure u did better than I. I wasn’t much on school. I was 2 busy listening 2 the grass grow.
Thank u again 4 writing me.
Until I hear from you,
Prince” 🕇

hoomding  asked:

*Kneels* Your Grace, I'm an aspiring author, and I have absolutely hit a wall. My two potential love interests have just met, and I'd really like to capture the feel of that RomCom moment where one person says something the other strongly agrees with, so they say the last half of the sentence at the same time then shout/sigh/moan "YEEEESSS!" but I have no idea what the literary equivalent of that is. Not sure if this is in your wheelhouse, but I'm at the end of my rope.

*Curtsies* So you’ve run into one of the most eternally frustrating of writing problems: it’s really difficult to translate the cinematic moments of your imagination into prose. Bad news: this is going to keep happening as long as you continue you to write. Good news: the longer you write and the better at writing you get, the easier this will be. The only way to improve is to practice. 

In the meantime, in this particular instance, I’d suggest doing something like this:

     John glanced up from the menu and said, “I really don’t understand the point of–”
     Henry leapt in to finish the sentence for him. “–decaf coffee? I KNOW ME NEITHER!” he added, in an exultant rush, eyes full of stars. John was the most beautiful boy he’d ever seen. (or whatever rom com thing you want)

People talking at the same time is never easy in prose, but here are a couple of other ways to try it (examples from my own WIP):

Then she said, “Buckle up,” at exactly the same time he said, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”  

Carey and Corinne said, “I’m her best friend,” and “I’m his best friend,” at exactly the same time.

     “Who—?” he started, but he didn’t need to finish. He remembered, midsentence, and looked across the car at her. They said, together, “Charles.”

Alternatively, if it doesn’t matter who’s saying what (or if it’s obvious from the dialogue who’s saying what) you can do something like this:

Confusion silenced them all for half a second; then Meg and Carey both started talking over each other.
     “What? That’s crazy—”
     “Are you serious?”

Basically, there are a lot of different ways to do this; you just have to play with the words a little bit. More on dialogue specifically in this post here.

anonymous asked:

pet au: how would the boys react to their owner or s/o being kind enough to teach them that it's okay to do things like people do?? like teaching them to be able to walk upright, give them better vocabs/how to read and write, say no to particular advances, etc?? i'd imagine it'd be painful and confusing for them, but i thought i'd ask anyway .u.

Admin Mawile: ((*゜Д゜)ゞ” Yeah… that won’t end so well. 


-It’s too much to expect of him. He’s a bad pet already, and expecting him to manage human things too is just more than he can do. All you’re doing is finding more things to punish him for failing, and he can’t see the lessons as anything but a creative way of making him miserable. 


-As much as he wants to learn anything an owner asks of him, behaving like a human goes against every bit of training in him. You’re forcing him against the two most driving forces of his personality, and the stress of having to choose between obedience and good behavior might actually hurt him. 


-While he’s always desperate to please his owner in anything you ask of him, it’s impossible to do this. It’s not right for him to act like a human, and even if he did do as you say, it would be just giving you reasons to hurt him. He’s not allowed to act like a person, and you both know that. 


-Most likely, he’ll break down sobbing from the very first request. He’ll obviously be punished if he steps out of his place and tries to act like a person, but disobeying you would be just as bad. There’s no way for him to get out of this situation without being hurt, and he’s all but panicking. 


-Almost immediately, he assume you’re looking for reasons to hurt him. If he hasn’t done something already, what you’re asking of him will definitely qualify. He expects this kind of cruel trickery from humans, and despite knowing there’s no way to win, he still feels desperate to do something right. 


-He’s bad enough without attempting to act human, and if you were just looking for an excuse to hurt him, there already would have been many. This has to be something even more cruel; maybe you just enjoy watching him struggle? Either way, the stress feels like physical pain crushing him. 


-He may be used to functioning on his own, but stepping so far out of a pet’s place in the presence of an owner is the kind of thing he knows he could be killed for. He’s terrified of what you’ll do if he denies you, but it’s been beaten into him to never cross the lines of a pet. 


-Just behaving as a pet near you is hard enough, much less being forced out of the one place he’s finally become comfortable in. When he’s still barely able to tolerate your presence, trying to change literally everything about how he knows to live might actually give him a breakdown. 


-He’s already afraid of you getting rid of him, and being forced to act like a person will just elevate that fear to crushing levels. It’s wrong to step out of his place as a pet, and it’s basically giving you an excuse to hurt him or throw him away for crossing lines a mere pet never should. 


-He wants to obey you more than anything, and he’s by no means afraid of the pain of punishment, but it still feels like you’re going to get angry if he does as you say. He’s a pet, right? Isn’t it just wrong for him to act like a person? He’s so confused he might shut down a little. 


-He’s content as a pet. There’s no need to tease him with a bright future he could ever have, not when he’s already worthless and dying. He’s hardly strong enough to function as a pet, much less find the energy to learn a whole new way of behaving on an owner’s whim. 


-Honestly, he takes it as your attempt to torment him, dangling the freedom he could never really have over his head like some kind of sick joke. He knows exactly what he’s allowed to do, and you’re all but luring him into a trap to hurt him either for disobeying or getting too full of himself.