Serious question; has anybody ever actually gotten salmonella from eating raw cookie dough or are people just trying to stop me from living me life? Is salmonella even thing? Not once has anybody ever told me “oh yeah i don’t feel too well, i have salmonella.” I feel cheated out of years of perfectly good raw cookie dough. Anywho, i’m Nina for anyone who doesn’t know and to whoever made up this nasty rumor about raw cookie dough, i will find you, and shove a bunch of it down your throat.

dopplegoners  asked:

OH FRIENDLY DEMOMAN YAY! I love this blog. You are doing good things here.

What makes me a friendly Demoman?

If I was an unfriendly Demoman, then I wouldn’t be sitting here replying to ya’ message, now would I?

phoenix-173  asked:

Darcy/Scott Summers. "Seriously Slim, take the stick out of your ass."

A/N:  I know this is bad to do in fic, but for the sake of six sentence Saturday, let’s pretend I’m a good author who has spent a few thousand words building sexual tension between these two.

“Excuse me?” Scott tilted his head, crossing his arms.  “Do you have a PROBLEM, Darcy?”  

“My PROBLEM is, that stick is shoved up there so far, and you are such an impossible tight-ass, that I don’t think even Colossus could drag it out now,” Darcy snapped.  

“I’M a tight ass?  Really?  REALLY?”  

She nodded, “REALLY.”

“Oh?  I am?  Would a tight-ass do this?”  He took two steps towards her, sliding his arms around her waist and hauling her close to him, his lips slotted over hers and he kissed her firmly, holding her up, because it felt like for once, he’d surprised her. 

He ended the kiss, pulling back to access her reaction.  

She blinked, reaching for him again, “Apparently a tight-ass WOULD do that..” she smirked before kissing him again.  

anonymous asked:

i'm okay with teen wolf ending on s6 i feel like it's the right time and holland and tyler understand that too, but everytime i read the "the final season" tagline on the trailer and promo my heart hurts and there is a lot of nostalgia. also dylan's my favorite actor and of course he'll keep on doing movies but I'll miss him being on my screen every week playing the amazing character stiles stilinski is and the same with holland/lydia and tyler/scott.

Oh yeah, I’m totally chill right now, but at the end of 6b y’all know that I’m gonna be a mess, right?

Logically, I’m like “yo… this is fine. It’s time. Everybody wants to leave, it’s time to go, it’s the show’s natural death, it’s good that they did this instead of getting cancelled– and honestly, it wasn’t cancelled it was ended because it was just right to end it.” But then it just… my heart when it actually happens? 

Yeah. I’m gonna be a mess. This show is so much to me. 

anonymous asked:

I have a friend who's a larrie and I wasn't worried about it, until she started talking about how much anxiety everything about it gives her, how she can't sleep or eat. Now she's talking about how she wants to have unprotected sex with a different man everyday until larry "comes out" and she's going to tweet them about it and hopes they'll see it and feel "guilty'' about what they're causing fans to do....I tried talking to her but she's irrational, has been since Freds was born. I can't deal.

Oh my goodness, Anon.  

I think your friend needs help.  She needs to speak with a professional because that level of obsession is incredibly unhealthy.  That this stuff is happening on that side of the fandom is absolutely terrifying.

I hope that your friend gets the help she needs and that her mental state improves and, honestly, she sounds very toxic.  Please don’t let yourself get too stressed when it comes to her.  

anonymous asked:

Oh my god, I bet you jasper has ptsd and now she wants to fuse and it's like an addiction and she doesn't know what to do if she's NOT fused and she's in so much trauma and she thinks being fused will solve it--

oh nooo i bet youre right!!! i hope everything turns out good for her in the end though!! ;v;

After a bloody long day (to say the least) it felt damn good to dance around in my pjs to this song 🎶👻

  • Ron:Oh my GOD Harry! What did you do to Malfoy to make him hate you so much? He looks like he is SECONDS from committing murder right now.
  • Harry:He jumped me in the hallway.
  • Ron:And?
  • Harry:...well, I knew he wasn't gonna stop, and he's a lot bigger than I am, so I did what I had to do.
  • Ron:Which is???
  • Harry:I looked him in the eyes, said, 'Oh, Daddy, it feels so good when you pin me down like this' he screamed bloody murder, got an erection, and ran out of the room like a little girl.
  • Ron:...I'm... not sure if I'm proud of you, or if I should shame you...
  • Harry:Me either!

I’ve wanted to draw the Dantalion djinn equip for like a million years and here I finally go oh boy


“Back again so soon, Y/N?” your favorite mechanic teased, stepping out from under the hood of the car he was working on and wiping his hands on his jeans. 

“It would seem so,” you laughed, hoping that Dean wouldn’t think that two visits to his shop in two months would be too suspicious. He chuckled, the sheen of sweat on his face only serving to enhance his already rugged good looks and bring out the wild brightness in his green eyes. 

“Well what can I do for ya?”

“Oh right… Well a few days ago my car started making a rattling noise whenever I go over 30 or press the accelerator too hard. I mean it might be nothing, but I just wanted to make sure,” you said with a shrug, now regretting your decision to make the drive over to the repair shop, but the beautiful smile Dean flashed at you reassured you that you had made the right decision.

“Alright, well let’s see what I can find.”

(x) (x)

  • Team Mystic and Instinct:Team Valor are such jerks all they do is get overly passionate about their team and start fights when the rest of us just want to have a good time
  • Some 10 year old:Oh cool I play Pokemon Go too! I'm on red team!
  • Team Mystic and Instict:OH My FUCKINF GOD,,,,;; FIght mE
Love is a strange emotion. It is ever evolving. Lust is transient. With time, one realizes that love and togetherness are two different things. Very few people are lucky enough to experience the two emotions simultaneously. -Randeep Hooda

My love,” he whispered. “Oh, my love. I do want ye so.” “Not the same thing, is it?” I said. 

“Loving and wanting, I mean.” He laughed, a little huskily. “Damn close, Sassenach, for me, at least.”

-Outlander, Jamie and Claire

“It isna love you feel now.” He hoped he was right, for his sake as well as her own. “It’s only the feeling I’ve roused in your body. It’s strong, and it’s good, but it isna the same thing as love.”

“What’s the difference?”

He rubbed his hands hard over his face. She would be a philosopher, he thought wryly. He took a deep breath and blew it out before answering her.

“Well, love’s for only one person. This, what you feel from me—ye can have that with any man, it’s not particular.”

Only one person. He pushed the thought of Claire firmly away, and wearily bent again to his work.

-Voyager, Jamie and Geneva

“It’s no just the bedding, ye ken,” he said, drawing back a little at last. His eyes looked down at me, a soft deep blue like the warm tropic sea. 

“No,” I said, touching his cheek. “It isn’t.” 

“To have ye with me again—to talk wi’ you—to know I can say anything, not guard my words or hide my thoughts—God, Sassenach,” he said, “the Lord knows I am lust-crazed as a lad, and I canna keep my hands from you—or anything else—” he added, wryly, “but I would count that all well lost, had I no more than the pleasure of havin’ ye by me, and to tell ye all my heart.”

“It was lonely without you,” I whispered. “So lonely.” 

“And me,” he said. He looked down, long lashes hiding his eyes, and hesitated for a moment. “I willna say that I have lived a monk,” he said quietly. “When I had to—when I felt that I must or go mad—” I laid my fingers against his lips, to stop him. 

“Neither did I,” I said. “Frank—” His own hand pressed gently against my mouth. Both dumb, we looked at each other, and I could feel the smile growing behind my hand, and my own under his, to match it. I took my hand away. 

“It doesna signify,” he said. He took his hand off my mouth.

 “No,” I said. “It doesn’t matter.” I traced the line of his lips with my finger. 

“So tell me all your heart,” I said. “If there’s time.”

-Voyager, Jamie and Claire


Ok to start off none of these are my GIFS! I give credit to whoever made them, I have had them saved in my photo roll and don’t remember who made them(if you want credit message me and I will gladly credit you!)


Ok so I was thinking about the first two GIFS (like who doesn’t) AND then I thought I really have seen them be mom and dad!!
Then I remembered the last gif!!!
LIKE JINWOO JUST CASUALLY ACCEPT LIFTS UP ARM TO HUG AND EVERYTHING!! (Jinjin looks so cute in that flower crown oh my god!)

Like think
Eunwoo came home from work and the kids are running around like crazy and jinjin is just there like oh my god I’m stay at home mom idk what to do these damn kids just scream.
Eunwoo is all aw bae *cheek kiss* gotta kiss the wife bro.

And to add to my new discovery @puppyjinjin
Pointed out how Jinwoo is always like dongmin is so pretty
And dongmin is like jinjin is the visual


After Your Show ~ Calum Hood

Originally posted by chanelhood

Request: since i saw you guys were starting to take smut requests can are do a smut on calum? I kinda want it to be like after show sex…

Oh dear…me doing smut? Good luck to everyone reading! :P Also, I’m a mess and I accidentally posted this on my other account. XD

As Calum was getting onto the stage, he had given you the look. He had the biggest smirk plastered on his face, one that you knew more than anything.

You stood backstage and recorded every now and then for their snapchat story. But you couldn’t shake the look Calum had given you.

After a while, however, you had gotten over it. It was clear he was only teasing you and would just head straight toward his bunk and sleep. He was usually tired after each concert; all four of them were.

While he sang “Good Girls”, he looked at you from the corner of his eyes and grinned the biggest grin ever before winking. You knew then he was serious. And just when you thought you were over it.

Biting your lip, you walked off toward the back room and took deep breaths while you closed your eyes.

You felt like you were sitting and collecting yourself on the couch for a few minutes, but it was actually close to two hours. And those two hours had been the length of the concert.

One by one, Luke, Michael, Ashton, and Calum filed in. Calum seemed to walk excruciatingly slow and from the looks of the tension between you two, the other three could tell what was going to happen.

You looked up from your fingers and made eye contact with Calum. HE was panting heavily and looking straight at you, his fingers flexing and unflexing uncontrollably.

In just a few strides, he made his way over to you and offered you his hand. You spared no thought as you grabbed it and followed him.

Calum was quick with his strides and led you off toward a broom closet.

“You are actually the worst,” you mumbled, following him at the same pace.

“I know,” he mumbled back before pushing you right into a broom closet. He pushed you gently against the wall and placed his hands on your hips.

Quickly, your lips smashed against each other’s and moved together in a rhythm. In one quick movement, Calum was pulling your shirt off of your body and throwing it somewhere in the room.

“Gotta make this quick,” he mumbled against your lips. “Don’t know when a janitor will come by.”

You smirked and grabbed him through his jeans, causing him to groan. “That’s what you get for teasing me,” you told him.

In response, he hissed something incoherent and pushed your hands off of him. “Don’t do that,” he said through his teeth. He grabbed your butt in his hands and squeezed.

“What are you waiting for, Calum?” you whispered, staring intently into his eyes.

You started pulling off his shirt while he was kissing you all over your shoulder and neck. His shirt joined yours somewhere around the room.

“No time for the pants,” he mumbled when you had unzipped his jeans and were about to pull them off.

He pushed them down to his ankles and pulled your panties off before he grabbed the back of your legs. You quickly jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist.

He buried his face in your neck and started sucking on it as he pushed himself into you.

As a reflex, you arched your back and pushed your body into his. You both moaned and groaned at the sensation.

It wasn’t too long after that you two got into a steady pace. He was pounding into you while you were moving your hips along his to match his pace.

“Faster,” you hissed into his ear as he left hickies across your collar bone.

He moved his head up and looked you straight in the eyes as he thrust faster into you. Even though you asked for it, you weren’t suspecting that he would go this fast.

Your hands snaked around him and you curled your fingers on his back to make crescent shapes.

The room was filled with the sound of his lips working on your neck, your lips sucking on his earlobe, and your skin hitting against each other.

Every now and then, quiet pants and groans and moans filled the air, but they were only meant to be quiet.

“I…Calum…I’m gonna,” you whispered, your nails digging harder into his back and your toes curling as you began to see stars.

“I know,” Calum grunted, going faster and faster.

Your legs were becoming numb. Every part of you was so engulfed in getting it all out.

When Calum pushed his finger down to circle around your clit, it happened. You closed your eyes and trapped his shoulder between your teeth to stop yourself from screaming.

Calum buried his face in your neck as he came right after you.

As the moment passed, you two leaned your foreheads against each other and looked into each other’s eyes.

“I love you,” Calum whispered, capturing your lips in his.

You smiled softly and pulled back from the kiss before answering, “I love you too.”

Your heads sprang apart when you heard banging on the door.

“Hey, uh, Calum? Y/N? The janitors kinda need this room,” you heard Michael say in a knowing uneasy voice.

Like deer caught in headlights, you and Calum pulled on your clothes and stepped out, seeing Luke, Ashton, and Michael trying really hard not to laugh.

“Shove it,” you said, flicking them off. But even you and Calum couldn’t help but laugh with them as you guys made your way to the bus.

I need to bathe in holy water. Hope you enjoy!


“Now I just want you to know,” he said as he picked up his queue, “that I’m not the best at this game.” 

“I’m not so good either,” you laughed walking around the table, eying the rack on the table.

“Really?” he responded glancing at you. “Because from the looks of it, you know what you’re doing.”

“Oh,” you said waving him off. “No. This is like my third game in my life?” The lie came easy, and you twirled your hair through your fingers and leaned your head to one side trying to sell it. “I just play for fun sometimes, when my opponent is cute enough.”

Dean, or his name might have been Dan…smiled at you, and you couldn’t help but notice that his ears flushed a slight pink at your not-so-subtle flirtation. He stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled bill.

“How about we make this more interesting? A twenty to whoever wins?” 

You eyed the money, catching the twinkle in his eye as he watched you, and you nodded once. “I could do twenty,” you agreed. 

“Alright!” he said happily, slapping the money on the edge of the pool table and he pointed at you as he walked towards the opposite side of the table. “Ladies first.” 



anonymous asked:

Hey Shubba. I dont really know what to do with my life right now. I tried college but I just couldn't handle it and every application I send to places for work is rejected. My parents keep comparing me to my more successful older brother and my little sister who they treat like a star and I seriously don't know what to do. I don't know how to get income to support myself, I'm in debt from the one year of college, and I'm so miserable most of the time now. I don't mean to vent so I'm sorry

Oh no no it’s fine venting is good! If it says anything, I was in debt from my first year of college too. I’m still paying it off, yes, but it’s going away at least. So you’re definitely not alone in that respect. As for jobs, I also understand. One way I’ve gotten jobs is applying to places my friends work so they would put in a good word for me. Maybe apply to somewhere you shop or go to frequently (You probably have already tho). I can’t remember how long it is exactly, it may differ from place to place, but you can reapply to a place you’ve already applied to, there’s just a certain amount of time you have to wait. If the places you apply to give a certain reason for rejecting, try to see about what you can do to change that if you can. 

The parent thing really sucks, if they really want you to succeed, they should give you advice instead of criticism and maybe give you a little help. Not everyone has the same luck with jobs or school, especially now. Maybe turn their criticism into determination to prove them wrong? If you can, try to do small things around the neighborhood to earn money, babysitting, pet sitting, etc. 

anonymous asked:

Why do you like Hawkeye so much? He's just a reguar guy that can shoot arrows pretty good. I can understand liking Loki or Winter Soldier but Hawkeye is nothing special.

Oh, Anon.  When I asked for questions, I didn’t think THIS would be the very first one I would receive.  

Okay, let me get my outrage taken care of first.  *clears throat*

How dare you come into my house, and disparage my favorite archer, and Avenger, of ALL TIME, on this, the day of my cat’s quinceanera!?

There, now that that’s done, I can explain to you why you’re so very, very wrong about Clint Fucking Barton.  (Sidenote: My headcanon says he doesn’t like his middle name that much, so we changed it to Fucking so he wouldn’t have to get his towels re-monogrammed.)


The reasons I like love Hawkeye are as follows, and in no particular order.

He’s incredibly smart, having been the first to figure out that the Tesseract was a door, and doors do, in fact, open from both sides.

He’s the only person that legitimately posed a threat to Loki when the God of Chaos first came striding into our world.  In fact, he was one of the only people still standing after Loki brought the pain.

He’s snarky as all get out, and he does it well.

He’s a master strategist, and a hell of a fighter.  Two things that, when combined, make him a very dangerous guy.

Despite the shitshow that is his life (especially in the comic-verse), the dude still has compassion.  Fraction’s run really highlighted that.  Yes, he still fucks up, and yes he still makes some spectacularly bad life choices, but the compassion is there.  He saves a dog, fer Christ’s sake.  And buys an entire apartment building just so as to keep people from being tossed out on the street.  Underneath all the nonsense, Clint Fucking Barton is a good man.

He’s fearless.  Or at least he appears to be.  Especially when diving off rooftops and crashing through windows.

Plus, he cowboys around with Gods, and tech geniuses, yet still manages to hold his own.

I could go on, Anon, and would if my own personal Hawkeye wasn’t about to walk in from work, so I’ll wrap this up by saying that if I were in a bad spot, there is no other person I’d rather have in my corner than Clint Fucking Barton.

And that’s why I like love him so much.