but please be quiet

anonymous asked:

What is so morally outrageous about finding video game characters attractive? What's wrong with a fictional character with visually pleasing physical features, and present them as such? Overwatch butt controversy, Quiet from MGS5, this fucking dude from polygon who wants to jerk off to that purple fox from Star Fox, it keeps becoming a 'problem'. If someone wants to pull their pud to a video game character and draw some erotic fanart, what's wrong with that?

Yeah but did you try using Discord?

immafuckinstargirl  asked:

May I ask for a written ship please? I can be quiet at first but once you get to know me, I'm quite sarcastic & funny & I have a habit of laughing at almost anything and I'm goofy. I'm a hopeless romantic and I tend to spoil my significant other, I'm very affectionate. I like to do makeup, go on adventures, travel, act, & have fun. I daydream a lot & love to take lots of pictures. I absolutely adore dogs. I can't stand fake friends or rude people in general. I'm kinda short. Thanks in advance☺🌸

I ship you with…Mark! You guys would have so many adventures together and you would both always be sarcastic and funny as well. It would be a super romantic relationship that would be so cute (I ship this a lot tbh) and he would also take you on cute dates to the skate park and it would just be really cute, okay TT__TT

Send me stuff about yourself and I’ll ship you~

And why did people have to call me “quiet”? I hated being called quiet. People always said it like it was some kind of deficiency—like just because I didn’t put everything out there right away, I was unfriendly or arrogant. My mom had understood. You may be slow to warm up, but once you do, you light up the whole room.
—  Jenna Evans Welch, Love and Gelato
The New Girl in English Class

Originally posted by riverdales-daily

Anon requests: hi could you please do an imahine where reader is quiet and a bit of a loner and sits in the back of class and one day in english they have to write something and present it to the class and jughead underestimates her but then is actually really impressed and develops a crush on her?? thank u

Hi, Uhm I absolutly love your account. I was wondering if you could do one where y/n is new to Riverdale and ends up be a loner, and since jughead knows what that’s like they become friends <3 lots of fluff. Please and thank you

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Jughead isn’t a social butterfly, but the new girl, with her impressive writing skills, may be an exception.

Warnings: none

Word count: 958

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this one, hope you enjoy!


Jughead didn’t care much for his classmates.  He had a select amount of friends, and they satisfied him.  He found no point in socializing with other people just for the sake of more people to talk to.  (Y/N) (Y/L/N), the new girl, was no exception to Jughead’s belief.  She had recently moved to Riverdale, and she sat in the back of Jughead’s English class.  Although he never saw her with any friends, Jughead felt no obligation to act friendly towards (Y/N) because she had no other friends.  That was not his job.

“New girl’s pretty,” Veronica commented at lunch one day.  Jughead looked up from his chips at Veronica.

“So what?” he asked, eyebrows raised.  Veronica raised her hands in mock-surrender.

“Woah there, Jughead,” she rolled her eyes, “I’m just saying.”

“I feel bad for her,” Betty joined in on the conversation.  “I don’t think she has any friends.”

“Being the new girl is hard,” Veronica empathized with (Y/N), popping a fry in her mouth.  “It’s hard to make friends at a new school.  I got lucky with you guys.”  The whole table cooed at what Veronica said, then laughed.


Their English teacher made them write an analysis on the book the class had just finished.  Jughead, a natural-born writer, finished it with ease. Most of the rest of his class, from what he could tell, struggled with the assignment.

The day that the assignment was due, the English teacher surprised everyone by announcing that the analysis would have to be read in front of the whole class.  This sent some of Jughead’s classmates into a frenzy because no one felt confident in their writing.  Jughead was the only volunteer to read.  He stepped up in front of the class and effortlessly read his analysis, and once he finished he plopped back into his chair.  Because there were no more volunteers, his teacher began to randomly select students.  Every student who went up stuttered and fumbled and lacked proper analysis in Jughead’s opinion.  Unimpressed, he sat in his chair with his arms crossed and a judgmental look plastered on his face.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” the teacher called out.  Jughead shifted in his seat so he could glance at the new girl.  Her eyes were wide as she shakily stood up.  Grabbing her paper, she ventured to the front of the classroom.  She cleared her throat and began to read.  Jughead was shocked by her eloquence: her voice was clear and smooth, her writing was immaculate, and her analysis had extreme depth.  When she finished, she quickly sat down before any students had the chance to applaud.

The bell rang, and while the other students dashed out of the room, Jughead approached (Y/N) as she stuffed her binders into her bag.

“That was impressive,” he commented, leaning against the desk in front of her.  She turned to face him.

“What was impressive?” she inquired, pulling a bit of hair behind her ears.

“Your writing,” Jughead answered. “It was very eloquent.  You’re very good.”

“Yours was better,” she responded, shrugged her bag onto her shoulder.  She began to exit the classroom, and Jughead followed in her footsteps.

“That’s debatable,” he countered, “and I don’t say that too often.”  (Y/N) laughed at that, causing Jughead to crack a smile.

“Well then, I’m glad that someone has finally met your standards,” she quipped, and his smile widened.  “Anyhow, it was nice talking to you, but I have to go to history now.”  Her pace quickened as she left Jughead’s side, and he stood in the hallway as he watched her walk away.  He barely noticed that his cheeks were a bit redder than usual.


Over the course of the next two weeks, Jughead tried to get to know (Y/N) better.  He moved his seat so that he was next to her in English.  He began to invite her to his table to eat lunch with him and his friends.  Although they all noticed his shift in attitude, they chose to remain silent. They were going to let Jughead figure this one out on his own.

It took Jughead another three weeks before he finally realized what happened.  He was sitting in his booth with (Y/N) across from him.  They were working on an English project, each of them working on their own individual assignment.  There was no conversation being tossed between them, just a soothing silence.  Jughead looked up from his writing and saw the girl sitting across from him, and then it hit him.  He liked her.  

“(Y/N),” her name spilled out of his mouth before he could stop himself.  Her head snapped up, and she shot him a puzzled glance.

“Yes, Jug?” she questioned. Jug.  When did she start calling him that?

“When did you start calling me that?” he voiced his thoughts.  (Y/N) shrugged.

“I don’t know,” she answered. But he didn’t care about the answer to that question.  What he was really wondering was when did everything change?

“Is this a date?” his words stumbled over one another as they poured out of his mouth.  He immediately regretted saying that.

“I didn’t think it was,” (Y/N) remained calm.  “It can be if you want.”  Jughead almost missed the second part of her reply, but once it registered in his mind, he burst into a grin.  (Y/N) shook her head with a smile etched onto her face, and turned back to her English work.

“Or would this not be our first date, since we’ve come to Pop’s together so many times before?” Jughead wondered aloud.  (Y/N) laughed as she set her pencil down.

“It’s our first date, Jug,” she told him.  “It’s the first because we didn’t acknowledge it before.”  Jughead smiled cheekily.

“Then this is a great first date.”

oh ffs

Obviously the greatest portion of my love regarding Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries goes to Miss Fisher herself and the kickass lady who plays her (Essie Davis). She is smart and brave and sassy and intelligent and absolutely prepared to kick the patriarchy in the ass while also looking incredibly stunning, particularly her dresses and hats (I covet her wardrobe like whoa). Honestly even if everything else in this series were subpar, I would still watch it just for her. Both the character and the actress have charisma stats that are off the flippin charts.

BUT OMFG CAN WE ALSO TALK ABOUT DETECTIVE INSPECTOR JACK ROBINSON??

It’s bad enough that he is laconic and sassy and intelligent and awkward and much kinder than he seems to be. Please also consider:

  • His actor (Nathan Page) single-handedly redeems the fedora by rocking it hardcore
  • He actually uses the grammatically correct phrase LIE LOW vs. lay low
  • NATHAN PAGE CAN ACTUALLY SING AND PLAY THE PIANO FFS I AM DONE
Relationship with Remus Lupin (Marauders)

Originally posted by nellaey

A/N: obviously Andrew Garfield has kind of officially been adopted a the young Remus Lupin, also I will be doing an up to date version of Relationships with Remus (from the books/ films etc.) so If you want to be tagged for him or any other character I write for please let me know :) xx

· Studying together in the library

· Quiet kisses so no one can hear you in the silence of the library

·  Messing with his hair because it’s so soft and fluffy

· Calming him down when he gets upset by stroking his head as he rests on your lap

· Indignant huffs when he see’s guys trying to flirt with you

· Him putting you in one of his huge jumper so everyone will know who your boyfriend is

· Sneaking into the kitchens with him, with the help of some of the house elves, to make hot chocolate

· Knitting him socks for Christmas

· Or charming so knitting needles if you can’t knit …

· Giving him a slightly disapproving look, but with a hint of a smirk, when you catch him and the Marauders sneaking back to their common room

· Getting a little tipsy at parties with him

· Comforting him when there’s a full moon approaching

· Waiting up all night for him when there’s a full moon

· Crying half the night cuddled in one of his jumpers

· Him coming back; supported by James and Sirius, and jumping on him immediately to patch it up

· Lots of cuddles and kisses in bed to help him recuperate

· Him trapping you in a massive hug/ cuddle … huggle?, because he is a tree!!

· Eskimo kisses

· Sirius and James always making retching noises but they both still think it’s cute

· He’s always so warm and nice smelling

· Like warm bed sheets, hot chocolate and parchment

. Remus has a scrapbook/ journal thing he has all his little keepsakes and memories in

. He has his favourite photo of you two getting pelted with snowballs by the Marauders on the side of his bed side table; so he can see it when he’s lying in bed

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Hope you enjoyed them, please request more :) x

anonymous asked:

Hey <3 i LOVE your blog! Can i please request a 9 and 45 "will you be quiet" "make me" with Sirius please?

Prompt Request - Prompts List
9. “Will you be quiet?!”
45. “Make me.”

Character: Sirius Black
Word Count: 524
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

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The library was a supposedly quiet place where you could focus on your studies alone. At least it was until Sirius showed up, hands shoved in his pockets as he made his way towards you.

“Oh there you are Y/n. ’Ve been looking all over for you,” he said, the mildest hint of a smirk playing at his lips.

“And where exactly have you been looking?” You questioned, looking up from your note-taking and raising an eyebrow. “C'mon love, you know… just around…” He sighed as he looked at your unamused expression, “Fine, I used the map.” You nodded, “That sounds more like you.”

Sirius grabbed a chair and pulled it up beside you, looking over your shoulder at the book that laid open in front of you.

“Wow, this seems boring, love. Couldn’t you do something more productive with your time?” His voice was low in your ear, his warm breath fanning over your neck. You forced a blush away as you nudged him.

“Sirius I’m trying to study here. Could you please just either do the same or leave,” you said, dipping your quill into the ink pot.

”’S not very nice of you to say to me now is it?” He fake-pouted at you as you rolled your eyes, however you were still focused on the book in front of you.

Unsatisfied with the lack of attention, Sirius moved back to your neck, pressing warm, wet kisses across the side and back, then across your shoulder. You could feel your heart beginning to race, but refused to give in to him.

“Love, please… Want you. Want you badly, right now,” Sirius’ hand crept across your thigh, squeezing it as he lightly bit your shoulder. You gulped, however moved away from him, turning to look into his dark brown eyes.

"Please stop doing that, I need to study,” you told him firmly. Sirius stood up and walked over to the nearest bookcase, pretending to inspect the books.

"I don’t know why you’re pretending you don’t want me, Y/n. You should just give in and let me take you now,” he said casually, taking out a book, glancing at it and placing it back.

"Sirius Orion Black I swear to Merlin. We have exam season coming up, and I need to do well in it! Unlike you and James, I can’t just wing them and hope for the best. I actually need to study! Now please, for the love of all things good and pure, will you be quiet?!

Sirius smirked at you lazily, leaning against the bookcase with one leg slightly crossed over the other.

Make me.”

"Oh I will!” You jumped out of your seat and made your way towards him.

He had a cocky grin on his face as you grabbed a handful of his shirt and yanked him down to kiss him.

Sirius’ hands immediately found your waist, pulling you closer to him as he slowly turned you around to press you into the bookcase. His lips left a trail of hot kisses across your jaw as your hands reached for his belt.

"Knew you couldn’t resist me, love.”

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Noir City: Film Noir Festival 2017

THIS GUN FOR HIRE (1942)
QUIET PLEASE, MURDER (1942)

35mm prints!

Presented by the American Cinematheque and Film Noir Foundation

Friday, March 24 - 7:30PM, Egyptian Theatre, Hollywood

TICKETS

Introduction by Eddie Muller of the Film Noir Foundation. Cocktail hour between films for all ticket buyers, sponsored by CLARENDELLE inspired by Haut-Brion and Teeling Irish Whiskey.

THIS GUN FOR HIRE - New 35mm Print

1942, Universal, 81 min, USA, Dir: Frank Tuttle

With a screenplay by W.R. Burnett (THE ASPHALT JUNGLE) and Albert Maltz (NAKED CITY) based on the novel by Graham Greene, here is one of the genuinely seminal films in Hollywood’s original noir movement! This taut thriller made stars of Alan Ladd and Veronica Lake, who’d become Paramount’s biggest box-office duo of the 1940s. Ladd plays lone-wolf assassin Philip Raven, who enlists Lake’s aid in freeing himself from a frame-up by a secret cadre of “fifth columnists.” John Seitz’s camerawork presages the shadowy dread he’d bring to sunny Los Angeles in DOUBLE INDEMNITY. Lake sports sensational outfits created by the legendary Edith Head. Costarring Robert Preston and the fabulous Laird Cregar, in one of his earliest performances. A must-see!

QUIET PLEASE, MURDER - Archival 35mm print, Never on DVD

1942, 20th Century Fox, 70 min, USA, Dir: John Francis Larkin

George Sanders is at his arrogant best as a master forger who steals a priceless Shakespeare folio while teaming up with femme fatale Gail Jackson. The scene of the crime: the Los Angeles Public Library! An example of the Fox B-unit at its best! Also starring Richard Denning.