but seriously i love you all!

Taylor Swift’s ‘Gorgeous’ Turns Love Into Slapstick Romantic Comedy

Taylor Swift has fallen in and out of love many more times in her music than in real life. But “Gorgeous”, the third preview of her upcoming seventh studio album Reputation, is no “Love Story” – it’s a slapstick romantic comedy. For all the furor over “Look What You Made Me Do”, Swift has never taken herself less seriously. Rarely has she – or any songwriter – depicted infatuation as goofily as this.

The verses to “Gorgeous” are Swift at her pettiest. She meets a man and immediately negs him: “You should take it as a compliment/ That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk.” She’s tempted to cheat: “I got a boyfriend, he’s older than us/ He’s in the club doing I don’t know what.” She’s even too melodramatic for her own song. Max Martin and Shellback’s gentle, rippling synths sound like thought bubbles – the soundtrack to Taylor meeting someone and immediately planning the rest of their lives together. “You’ve ruined my life by not being mine…” ding!

Swift’s luck is no better in the chorus. “I can’t say anything to your face/ 'Cause look at your face!” For the first time ever, this songwriter’s so tongue-tied she can’t even think of a rhyme. “But what can I say?/ You’re gorgeous!”

The protagonist of this song is not a good person. She craves attention, she’s overly dramatic, never admits she’s wrong – and she blames everyone else for her own temptation. But isn’t that what infatuation does to all of us? Swift’s playing a character, someone raised on a lifetime of fairytales about true love – some of them maybe even sung by Taylor herself. “There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have”; it’s enough to drive you crazy.

Taylor Swift used to be a hopeless romantic. But growing up means learning that the world doesn’t revolve around you, even when you’re a household name. Being rejected in love isn’t the end – life goes on. So you laugh, pick yourself back up, and learn not to fall so hard next time. Or maybe you see another handsome face, and the cycle starts all over again. “Guess I’ll just stumble on home to my cats… alone,” she quips on the chorus. “Unless you wanna come along, oh!” It’s a pretty meaningful in-joke, coming from one of the world’s most famous cat ladies. At least Olivia and Meredith will always be there for her. Who needs men anyway?

For years, people have called Swift crazy in love, a maneater, someone who uses relationships as fodder for songs. But ever since “Blank Space”, she’s turned that on its head, mocking her image by blowing it up to comical proportions. With its oh-so-breathless delivery and obsession with always being right, “Gorgeous” could pass for a parody of a Taylor Swift song - in fact, the joke’s already gone over some people’s heads. But Swift’s never been wittier.

Who’s the real Taylor Swift: the all-powerful celebrity, or the flustered everygirl she plays on “Gorgeous”? Does it matter? She’ll let you laugh with her either way. Just don’t call it a “love song.”

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“I am happy I was there in person with Rafa himself to open the academy and I had a great time….I hope I get an invitation soon again so I can go there and be inspired by all the juniors, and seeing the academy up and running. I would love to come back, so I’m waiting for the invitation.”

- Roger Federer doing our job and CREATING AN ACTUAL FEDAL FANVID HIMSELF! WTF ROGER! I AM SO DONE WITH YOU [x]

10/20/2017 by Richard S. He

Taylor Swift has fallen in and out of love many more times in her music than in real life. But “Gorgeous”, the third preview of her upcoming seventh studio album Reputation, is no “Love Story” – it’s a slapstick romantic comedy. For all the furor over “Look What You Made Me Do”, Swift has never taken herself less seriously. Rarely has she – or any songwriter – depicted infatuation as goofily as this.

The verses to “Gorgeous” are Swift at her pettiest. She meets a man and immediately negs him: “You should take it as a compliment/ That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk.” She’s tempted to cheat: “I got a boyfriend, he’s older than us/ He’s in the club doing I don’t know what.” She’s even too melodramatic for her own song. Max Martin and Shellback’s gentle, rippling synths sound like thought bubbles – the soundtrack to Taylor meeting someone and immediately planning the rest of their lives together. “You’ve ruined my life by not being mine…” ding!

Swift’s luck is no better in the chorus. “I can’t say anything to your face/ ‘Cause look at your face!” For the first time ever, this songwriter’s so tongue-tied she can’t even think of a rhyme. “But what can I say?/ You’re gorgeous!”

The protagonist of this song is not a good person. She craves attention, she’s overly dramatic, never admits she’s wrong – and she blames everyone else for her own temptation. But isn’t that what infatuation does to all of us? Swift’s playing a character, someone raised on a lifetime of fairytales about true love – some of them maybe even sung by Taylor herself. “There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have”; it’s enough to drive you crazy.

Taylor Swift used to be a hopeless romantic. But growing up means learning that the world doesn’t revolve around you, even when you’re a household name. Being rejected in love isn’t the end – life goes on. So you laugh, pick yourself back up, and learn not to fall so hard next time. Or maybe you see another handsome face, and the cycle starts all over again. “Guess I’ll just stumble on home to my cats… alone,” she quips on the chorus. “Unless you wanna come along, oh!” It’s a pretty meaningful in-joke, coming from one of the world’s most famous cat ladies. At least Olivia and Meredith will always be there for her. Who needs men anyway?

For years, people have called Swift crazy in love, a maneater, someone who uses relationships as fodder for songs. But ever since “Blank Space”, she’s turned that on its head, mocking her image by blowing it up to comical proportions. With its oh-so-breathless delivery and obsession with always being right, “Gorgeous” could pass for a parody of a Taylor Swift song - in fact, the joke’s already gone over some people’s heads. But Swift’s never been wittier.

Who’s the real Taylor Swift: the all-powerful celebrity, or the flustered everygirl she plays on “Gorgeous”? Does it matter? She’ll let you laugh with her either way. Just don’t call it a “love song.”

Billboard 

anonymous asked:

Do you have any stydia fic recs?

Heck yeah I do! 

As a warning, though, I have been super busy with school lately so a lot of these are not very recent. 

-If you’re looking to cry read The Ties That Bind Us by  @im2old4thisotp because it’s INCREDIBLE. But if you DON’T want to have your heart broken in the best way possible, her fic Every Day, Surprise Me Again is ADORABLE. You should probably just read all of Allison’s fics okay they’re all A++

-Everything ever written by @youaretoosmart. Her fics are just so beautiful. My faves are Stardust on My Pillowcase and rearrange the stars. 

-I just read Serendipity by @lydiastxles and I loved it! Lemme tell you, I am a sucker for fake dating aus and this one does not disappoint. 

-You Make Love Look Easy by @hollandroden is perfection. Stiles is a nanny, okay? What more could you want? 

-Like, obviously anything @rongasm has ever written, but to this day Ground Rules still holds a special place in my heart. 

-I’m not sure who this author is on tumblr but if you are a Star Wars fan, or if you just want some adorable Stydia fluff, then a bright centre to the universe is so cute

(and finally, in shameless self promotion, if you haven’t read all of my fics this is my page on ao3

anonymous asked:

i am crazily addicted to your art! i’m so glad there is still hetalia art floating around. i’d love to see you style with austria or canada if you could? thank you for all that you do. much love (〃ω〃)

Never noticed how pretty this man is until now..

Thank you so much, sweet anon! 

Cable Porn? // Reddie Imagine

Hey guys! So this is like a bit smutty, but I got so many ideas in class today. Thanks for all the likes/comments/reblogs/follows! I seriously appreciate it. I have a couple requests, which I will get to asap! My requests and ships are open! Love y'all! -Ori ❤️


Richie and Eddie lay on Richie’s unmade bed.


“What do you want to watch?” Richie asks, flipping though channels.


“Cable porn?”


Richie turns to Eddie, appalled by his comment.


“Edward Kaspbrak, you did not just say what I think you said.” Richie says in a jersey mom voice.


Eddie cuts him off, kissing him roughly.


“God Eds, what’s gotten into you?” Richie says when Eddie takes a breath.


“Just shut up and kiss me.” Eddie pushes the larger boy onto the bed, straddling him. He attacks his mouth with passion, tongue licking Richie’s lips. Richie lets him in, their tongues intertwining. Eddie kisses down Richie’s neck, leaving purple marks along the way.


Richie moans, trying to flip himself on top of Eddie. Eddie looks down on him, and whispers.


“Don’t. I’m in control tonight.” Richie is shocked by the comment, but kind of turned on. Eddie’s fingers creep to the hem of Richie’s shirt. Richie willingly takes it off, and Eddie kisses down his chest.


“God, Eds” Richie says between moans. Eddie gives him a knowing smile. He continues kissing the boy, and pulls his hair, causing a loud moan. Eddie begins to unbutton his jeans.


The door swings open.


“God, we could hear you from outside, shut the window next time” Bev says, entering the room. The boys scramble away from each other, quickly putting clothes on. “Get dressed, we’re late for the movie.”

PSA; for any of y’all who still want to write with me and my babies i have created a new multimuse which i’m happy to give to anyone who wants to follow me, for my own comfort i won’t be posting the url here, instead hit the heart and i’ll drop in your IMS with it! pretty much ALL my muses have came with me, with the exception of a few!! so please HIT THE HEART IF YOU WANT MY NEW URL!!

Hey…so hear me out 😄

So some of you guys know that I love the Original Duck Dad, Quackmore Duck and today I’ll be talking about him. 😁


We all know that Quackmore worked for Scrooge at some point as his office manager while the three McDuck siblings went to Africa.


And here is when things get (if anything) a bit interesting:



Scrooge’s words for Quackmore are what peaks my interest.


One thing we know about the Duck family (before H and Q married) is that they are (slightly) poor. However, Quackmore might be taking Scrooge’s words seriously as seen here:


His family may be poor, but he won’t take any wealth from his (soon-to-be as of this scene) brother-in-law.

A.k.a Honest OG Duck Dad is my FAVE 😆😆


(Also, I headcanon that he had quite a hard time after marrying Hortense for people assuming that he married her for her brother’s wealth)

what do you think @donaldtheduckdad @miilkydayz @robinine-blog ? 😄😄

Its Been a Long Night

Chisaki. You are going to have to give all of your crew a good meal and drink after this. Like this clearly has been a long night for everyone. Especially poor Nemuto and other punchy guy. They deserve some hard whisky or something. You put those two through a lot…

And give Eri some rainbow ice cream and some McDonalds kids meal. With a toy of course but demand they give you the unicorn toy for Eri.

Can we agree now that technically Overhaul is her adoptive dad? Like he still has parenting skills to work on but….I mean thats what he basically is…

The Talk


Summary: You and Sherlock have recently had some little domestics and there’s was no better option than paying a visit a marriage therapist.

Request: John x reader #56 and Sherlock x reader #64. All the fluff :D thank youuuu

Anonymous

Prompt: “Are you still interested? Because I am.”

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Title: ‘The Talk

Content: Humour / Fluff

Warning: Mild swearing.

Word count: 2.657

A/N: As soon as this idea crossed my mind I knew I had to write it down and God, this reminds me of ‘Mr. and Mrs. Smith’ so bad!

PS: I love the way Sherlock and the Reader fight and the fluffy end, so I hope you like it too. (I seriously hope you’ll like it)

*gif not mine

Masterlist // Requests // Prompts


Sherlock and you have been married for one year and a half and you were meant to be together; but let’s say the truth, being married to the only consulting detective the world was a little bit tiring and annoying.

Both of you truly loved spending together and caring of each other but when it came to have an argument you would wish you had never met before.

Recently, you and Sherlock have been arguing every night before going to bed. You usually argued about his job or your current behaviour. Both of you knew it was not healthy for you, to be fighting every single night. Anyway, you still did, even when you were trying to get asleep.


“Sherlock?” you asked as you lied your head comfortably on your pillow as you faced his back.

“Hmm?”

“Do you…” you stopped before getting your husband go crazy.

He turned around to face you. “Do I what?”

“Do you need to go to work tomorrow?” You asked whispering.

“Oh, God,” he cursed and got up from bed. “How many times do I have to tell you it’s important?” he shouted angrily.

You sighed, rolled your eyes and sat on the bed. “Well, our marriage is important,” you complained.

“You know that I’m doing this for London’s sake!”

“And I’m doing this for our sake!” You shouted annoyed. “I don’t really know what the hell are you thinking of when you’re mad at me.”

“Oh, please,” he protested. “Not again,” he shook his head, rolled his eyes and walked out of the room.

“Where are you going?” you inquired.

“I’m sleeping on the sofa,” he yelled from the living room. “…as usual,” he added.

You jumped from the bed you’ve once used to share together. “Well, good luck because I don’t want to listen to your complains about your back ache in the morning!” You shouted and slammed the door.


And that was how you used to argue every single night and let’s say the truth, it was really tedious. Therefore three months later you both tried to stop this and pay a visit to a marriage therapist.


INT. MARRIAGE GUIDANCE OFFICE

You were both sitting on a sofa looking at a man in a suit with a serious face. He didn’t even give you a smile when you greeted him. You found it odd but it was necessary, you had to stop this stupidity of yours.

Sherlock was playing with his fingers and tapping with his feet. You glanced at them and noticed he was anxious. Really anxious.

“So, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes, right?” the therapist asked. You nodded but Sherlock…he just rolled his eyes.

“Oh, good Lord,” he complained under his breath.

You turned your gaze up to him and heavily sighed. “Would you mind to take this seriously, please?” You scolded.

“I don’t even know why are we here,” he protested as he gestured with his hands.

You were sick of this childish behaviour of his. It was getting you angrier every time he said a word. You buried your face into your palms and shouted.

He sighed and turned his gaze away. “I told John this was a bad idea.”

You lifted your gaze up to him and looked at him in disbelief. “It was your idea!” Sherlock looked at you and raised an eyebrow.

After your shout the therapist looked at you and crossed his legs as he wrote down some words on his notebook.

“So you’re angry, Mrs. Holmes,” he said as he stared at you. It was uncomfortable and you didn’t know what to do.

Frustrated, you shouted. “I’m not angry and don’t call me like this.”

“But you are married to him, Mrs. Holmes.”

Sherlock smirked and pointed at him with his finger. “He’s right. You’re married to me.”

“Of course I am, but I’ve been feeling like we’re not together anymore,” you stated.

“Funny,” he scoffed.

“Yeah, funny,” you said sarcastically as you glared at your husband. Instantly his smirk disappeared. You had a question; one single question. “Doctor, have you ever worked with a couple like us before?” You asked as you put your elbows on your laps. Sherlock glanced at you and frowned.

“Each single couple is different, Mrs. Holmes. Your couple is unique.”

“I’ve already noticed that,” the detective said as he leaned his back against the armchair and folded his arms. “We are one in a million, Y/N,” he said sarcastically.

“Oh, shut up,” you muttered and yearned.

Sherlock’s crystal eyes were now on you. You wondered what he wanted so you turned your gaze up to him. He didn’t say a word and so did you. There was silence. An uncomfortable silence, which the therapist broke in a second.

“On a scale of one to ten how happy are you as a couple?” he asked.

“Seven,” you said without hesitating.

Instead of answering the question he frowned and turned his gaze to the man. “Wait. So, like ten being perfectly happy and one being…totally, bloody miserable?”

“Mr. Holmes, just respond with your wife instinctively.”

“Seven”, you both said simultaneously and then exchange gazes as the man wrote down the answer.

“Now, what about your partner’s happiness? On a scale of one to ten how happy would you say your partner is?”

You started to hesitate, “That depends on the day.”

“Seven and a half,” Sherlock confidently muttered.

“Sorry, what?” You asked him in disbelief.

Sherlock look at you up and down and read you. “You’re upset. You are not happy and on a scale of one to ten…well, you know,” he replied and shrugged.

As he saw that you were about to collapse, the therapist jumped with a question. “Alright. How would you describe each other?”

“Arrogant…” you snapped at him.

Sherlock sighed. “Annoying…” he added.

“Ignorant…” you said and glared at him.

“Boring…” he rolled his eyes.

“Cold…” you complained as your gaze was getting piercer.

He looked at and confront you “Intolerant…”

“Psychopath,” you quavered.

“High functioning sociopath!” he corrected you furiously and gestured with hands.

You knew that calling him ‘psychopath’ or ‘freak’ hurt him, even if he didn’t show it. Anyway, you were extremely mad at him that you didn’t care about his feelings.

“Oh, that explains your lack of real emotion in response to events, and your limited capacity to feel love,” you stated and saw him being hurt. You saw that coming

Sherlock bit his lips, lowered his head and inhaled so he could respond to you. “If I were a sociopath I wouldn’t have married you and I wouldn’t stand you as I do everyday,” “I don’t know what can I do to show you that I really care about you,” he said, lowered his head once again, lied his elbows on his laps and put his hands together. He was heavyhearted and you could see him close his eyes tightly. You felt really guilty so your eyes were filled of tears.

The therapist saw this coming since you were really out off your rails.

“How about your family? How close and warm is your family?” he inquired changing the subject.

Sherlock laughed and slowly raised his head. “Close enough to annoy me.”

You looked at him in disbelief. “Your parents are nice, why do you hate them?”

“I’m talking about Mycroft,” he stated.

You chuckled and nodded. “That’s true. He hates him.”

“You hate him too,” he looked at you and added.

“No, I don’t,” you shook your head. “After all, he’s my boss.”

Sherlock scoffed. “Oh, come on. You work for the MI6 because of me. You should be thankful.”

“Sherlock,” you muttered and tilted your head to the man.

“What?” he asked confused until he realized what he has just said. “Oh…god. Sorry,” he said to the therapist and gave him a fake smile. “That’s not true, she is only a lawyer. Actually, she works for Scotland Yard. That was nonsense.”

You chuckled. “Just ignore him, he’s a twit.”

The man nodded, though he was not convinced about was Sherlock said. “Then, I would like to know when and how did you first meet?”

“Royal Albert Hall,” he informed.

“I attended a concert,” you added

“I was solving a case…”

“…and then accidentally poured my drink on my shirt,” you finished the sentence.

The detective glanced at you. “What? I have asked you for forgiveness a million of times.”

“And that’s all?”, the therapist asked.

“No,” you both said simultaneously.

“Stop it,” you gave him a prod and lightly chuckled. “He apologized and then cursed because he lost the criminal.”

“And never solved the case, which I still regret,” he rolled his eyes but smirked. “Oh, yes, back to the subject. She wanted to buy another drink and I offered to pay her one as an apology,” he showed off and then turned his gaze at you.“By the way, you were practically nervous when you saw my face.”

“Oh, really?” You scoffed. “Actually, I think I was surprised. I was lucky,” you said proudly.

“Lucky? You are pretty lucky to meet me,” he showed off once more.

“Here we go again.”

“Mr. Holmes, are there any past conflicts you think you both should resolve?”

“Umm…well, the time she wanted me to cook dinner,” he frowned.

“I was sick and you volunteered,” you muttered.

“When you told me to stop playing the violin because you wanted to sleep?”

“Tiring day,” you added trying to defend yourself.

“Our anniversary, yes! When I wanted to take you to a crime scene and you started protesting. That was cruel. You know that I am married to my job,” he said and leaned his back against the sofa.

You sighed. “I remind you we are here because you are married to me, not to your job.”

“What about the time we argued about the experiments in the kitchen?” looked at you challenging you.

“Sherlock, you almost drugged me!” You exclaimed

“Well…” he murmured.

“Oh, you didn’t!” You hissed with your mouth wide open. “Sherlock!” You roared and he turned his gaze away.

“Fine. Let’s change the subject, may be it will calm you down Mrs. Holmes.”

“Trust me. I’m fine” you said ironically.

The therapist changed the position of his legs and read the next question from his question. “Have you ever talked about having children?”

When he asked that question both of you paralyzed. You were in shock, especially Sherlock. You have never talked about it because you knew that it would make Sherlock freak out. But there you were, being asked about having a baby. A baby.

“Never?” He asked again.

Sherlock blinked a several times and frowned. “I’m don’t understand the question.”

“Of course, you do Mr. Holmes,” he nodded.

“No, seriously. Could you please repeat the question?” Your husband asked shocked.

You looked at him and sighed. “Sherlock, he’s talking about babies.”

“No,” he said with his eyes fixed on you. “I saw this coming,” he muttered and stood up from the sofa.

“Coming what?” You asked as you saw him pacing around the room. He was definitely panicking.

“Mr. Holmes, could you please sit down?”

Sherlock stopped and looked at him. “Can’t you see it?!”

“See what, Sherlock?” You asked confused. “Sherlock, sit down. Now!” you ordered.

He started pacing again with his face pale as paper. “Change the subject, change the subject…” he quavered.

“Jeez. Sherlock stop it!” you scolded.

“I can’t stop it! I can’t talk about this, I just can’t. Babies, no. Definitely not!” He said and began walking faster.

“Sherlock, they are just babies,” you tried to calm him down.

He shook his head three times and kept pacing around. “I’m not prepared. Not now. I don’t even see myself as a father. I never thought about having a child.”

“Mr. Holmes, there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Sherlock, please!”

“I’m not ready, I would never deserve to be a father. Not like this. I’m a disaster.”

“You’re not a disaster. You are just…you.”

“What does that mean?” he stopped, looked at you frowned again. “I’m a coward. I knew someday we were going to talk about this.”

You stared at him and calmly tried to stop him. “Look, if you will keep thinking that you are a coward you’d never be brave, but if you face the situation I bet you’ll be the best father a baby could ever have.”

“Mrs. Holmes, you’re progressing.”

“No, doctor, we are both progressing. Isn’t that true, Sherlock?” You asked him tenderly but he ignored you.

“I’m not ready to talk about this. Not now. I don’t even know what  they do or want!” He cried to you.

“Well, I’m afraid you’ll have to,” you said smirking.

“What?” He froze and his eyes were wide-open. “You…you are…no,” he stammered in shock. “No. You cannot be pregnant. No you can’t.” He said shaking his head in awe.

“The doctor said that I am, twice,” you gave him a small smile.

“How much?” He asked terrified.

“Sorry?” You frowned.

“How much time? When did you know it?” he ordered you to answer his question.

“One month ago…I guess,” you hesitated.

His jaw clenched. “One month? Fabulous!” He blurted out and scoffed.

“I’ll let you two alone. My presence won’t help. Excuse me,” said the therapist and looked at you two.

“Yes, good idea. Bye-bye,” he said sarcastically.

You turned around and apologized. “Just ignore him, he’s…you know.”

When you turned around to resume the talk Sherlock looked daggers at you. “A month, Y/N. A month!” he shouted at you.

“Sherlock…”

“I cannot believe it. My wife. My wife lying,” he began pacing around the room again gesturing with his hands. “That’s not how marriage works, Y/N,” he finger pointed at you.

“I was expecting to tell you as soon as things got back to normality,” you explained.

“Normality? Huh.”

“Sherlock, calm down,” you asked

Suddenly he stopped. His eyes started moving quickly. You suddenly noticed that he was thinking. “Wait. This explains everything,” he smiled at you. “Stupid, stupid!”

“I told you that you’re not a stupid!”

“Blind, Y/N. Totally blind,” he exclaimed and clapped his hands.

“What? Sherlock could you go deeper?” you asked worried about him.

“You have been behaving like you do – what I actually, find annoying – because you… you” he started to ramble unable to say it out loud. “…because you’re pregnant.”

“You think so?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I just observed,” he simply said.

“So, are you still interested? Because I am.

“You mean us? God, no,” he said sarcastically.

“And the baby?”

“I’ll stand it,” you looked at him seriously. “I mean, we’ll try our best,” he corrected himself.

“Sure?” you asked him.

He rolled his eyes. “You know babies are not my speciality.”

“Mmm…then start trying,” you chuckled. “So, baby, check. Marriage, check. First day, check…”

“No,” he interrupted you. “The case, Y/N. That…that was mean,” he pointed at you in disagreement.

“Oh, come on. How many times do I have to tell you it was for amateurs?” You sighed and gave him a tender smile. “After all, you decided to stay with me.”

“Yeah…” he muttered as he looked away.

“Sherlock!”

Hello fellow followers! I am super excited to share with you all that Tiger & Bunny is now on Netflix (USA)! If you love BNHA and are looking for something new to watch, watch Tiger & Bunny! This is seriously one of my absolute, all time favorite animes! Just a little recommendation to get ya thought until season 3 airs. Haha! Hope you check it out and are having a fantastic day! Love ya ❤️

I can’t win.

Moth [8am, with whistle]: Good news, chaps. Today? I literally just want you to fuck.

Greg & Mycroft: Really?

Moth: Yep. All day. No word limit. Seriously, just go for it - you’ve earned it, so have the readers. 

Greg & Mycroft: Excellent.

Moth: I love you guys. I’ll be back later, alright? Have fun. 

[5pm]

Moth: Hey chaps, just checking how you’re - … what the fuck?!

Greg: [crying]

Mycroft: [crying]

Moth: Oh my God! What the fuck happened here?! 

Mycroft: [crying] I misconstrued something he said.

Greg: It was a minor line of dialogue.

Mycroft: Don’t shout at me! I’m Mycroft Holmes!

Greg: How can you not trust me? After everything we’ve been through!

Mycroft: I had a DIFFICULT CHILDHOOD.

Moth: Wait, wait - guys - how many words has this taken?

Mycroft: Six thousand.

Moth: [drops whistle]

klancestoesies  asked:

KLUNK >:3c

O T 3 

I’D DIE FOR KLUNK

Okay but seriously -

Lance and Keith would both encourage Hunk to be a lot more confident  - they’d tell Hunk how great he is all the time. Bc honestly the boy deserves it, he’s so intelligent and contributes so much 

Hunk and Keith are both people that I think Lance would be able to confide his insecurities in - not to mention Lance himself mentioned you should fall in love with your best friends - and we’ve seen Lance’s close friendship with Hunk as well as seen him grow closer to Keith.

Keith would really appreciate the consistency of Hunk and Lance together, and they’d constantly remind him that they weren’t going to leave him and that he was just as important in their relationship (AND STOP TRYING TO SACRIFICE YOURSELF FOR US KEITH).  Plus Hunk and Lance have been the ones to make Keith lighten up, smile, and laugh the most throughout the series  and they’ve both served as voices of reason, which would temper Keith’s impulsive nature.

Ask Me For My Honest Opinion on Ships

anonymous asked:

no offense but Taylor Swift latest song is so bad, and the previous one too. I mean the lyrics are just... dumb, I seriously don't understand her shit. Like, girl, have a little respect for your self, not everything's about the D (i said no offense)

Hey here’s some advice for you:

(1) If you think all the lyrics to Gorgeous are dumb, you have (a) not listened to the song or (b) are lying to yourself.

(2) That slut shaming is so 2013, and we don’t wanna do that am I right? 🙃

(3) If you don’t like or understand her [awesome] shit, don’t listen to it! Problem solved!

Sending you love! 💕

anonymous asked:

Oso, hey, I know you're gonna brush all that off like it was nothing, but that's just to make sure you're brothers don't worry too much, right? Seriously.... you need to make sure you're alright mentally after something like That, yknow? I love you! - shy stranger

Osomatsu: Well….it brought back so many bad memories when he came back, and I just broke down and cried in front of everyone! That was so embarassing~! Aaaah, it felt so good to beat him up~! I’ve never been happier! Ahahaha, these pears are so good! ❤

anonymous asked:

In juxtaposition to the other anon I like shrinkyclinks because I'm a pretty tall broad guy who enjoys wearing leather jackets and has "resting bitch face" so I tend to look scary to other people but I'm usually just thinking about my succulents and my kitten and wishing I was at home with them

Okay I seriously love this and I love you and the previous anon and these might be the best asks I’ve ever gotten ever?????? <3333333

This is just plain adorable and I kind of want to use it in a fic, hahha!

marythe13th  asked:

It's me again, because i love your drabbles. Anyway, can i ask 9, 10 and 11 but with Brett and Nolan? Pretty, please?

9: “You’re seriously a man-child.”
10: “It’s cute when you blush.”
11: “Oh god, he’s serious.”

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“You’re seriously a man-child.”

Brett turned to glare at Liam, Mason, and Corey, who were all smirking at him. “Excuse me?”

“Why don’t you just ask him out?” Corey asked. “Seriously, it’s painful watching you pine all the time.”

Brett’s glare hardened, but he could tell he was blushing. “Shut the fuck up,” he growled.

“I bet you’re too scared,” Liam taunted in a giddy voice. “I mean, Theo was too scared to ask me out, I’m the one that had to do all the work, but Nolan’s anxiety is so bad he would probably never make the first move, so unless you want to have blue balls the rest of your life, you should probably do something, and soon.”

By now Mason and Corey were snickering, and Brett was getting really annoyed. “Why don’t you guys mind your own damn business?”

“Yeah, he’s definitely scared,” Mason agreed.

“I am not.”

“Yes you are,” the three of them said in tandem, which was kinda creepy.

Brett stood up. “No, I’m not.” He started towards the other side of the room where Stiles and Nolan were talking quietly.

“Oh god, he’s serious,” Liam whispered.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” Brett asked softly once he got to where Nolan was.

Nolan blinked owlishly at him, then blushed and averted his eyes. “Yeah, sure,” he muttered, scuffing the toe of his shoe against the floor.

Stiles looked between the two of them with a knowing grin. “I’ll leave you guys alone,” he said, and walked away.

“So, uh, what - what did you want to talk about?” Nolan asked, ducking his head.

Brett scratched his neck nervously. “Well, I, um… I wanted to know if maybe you’d like to go out sometime? Like, on a date?”

Nolan’s head jerked up so fast Brett thought he’d get whiplash. He stared at the werewolf in shock, eyes wide and face even redder than before. “R-really?” he whispered.

“Uh, yeah.” Brett coughed, trying to hide his own blush. “I like you, and I think it’d be fun. Only if you want to, though, I don’t want to force you or anything.”

Nolan’s face split into a grin. “You’re cute when you blush,” he said softly. He nodded. “Yes.”

“Yes?” Brett echoed hopefully.

“Yes, I’ll go on a date with you,” Nolan said.

Brett did an internal victory dance. “Yes!” He leaned forward and kissed Nolan on the cheek, causing the human to squeak in surprise.

“Ah, Young Love,” Stiles sighed. He looked up at Derek with a curious look. “Were we ever like that?”

Derek looked minutely horrified. “If we were, I would’ve killed myself.”

Stiles shrugged. “Good point.”

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A/N: I had to throw the Sterek in at the end, I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist. Anyway, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS PROMPT!!! I love this pairing so much and I’m so glad I got to write for them again!! So thank you!! I hope you enjoyed, friend! Thanks so much for reading and as always, feel free to let me know what you think!

-Mod Kai

anonymous asked:

Omg the neighbor Dean has to be my all time favorite AU! I love it! Can’t wait to see what else you come up with!

Oh my Chuck, thank you so freaking much nonnie! I am seriously so honored darling! I’ll give you one hint about what’s on my mind then: Scruff.