careful the party's about to start

There is nothing wrong with being scared. Absolutely nothing. But for the love of God, please remain level headed and safe.

Don’t start attacking people for not voting/voting third party, and please don’t aggravate people who voted for Trump. Not all of his supporters are bad people.

And this is most important, TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF. You can be scared about the outcome, but please look forward to the future. Please. Just stay safe.

Bad Boy Turned Good

Summary: Dan is a teenager who’s a bad boy/trouble maker and doesn’t get along with his parents because of his behavior. They care about their reputation around town so the summer he does turns 16, they send him off to stay at the Lester’s (best friends of his parents) where he meets their teen son Phil, who is completely innocent. They don’t get along at first because they’re total opposites. Dan’s forced to spend time with Phil throughout the summer before school starts again and they eventually get along with each other and become best friends/lovers.

Genre: AU, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 8,014

Triggers/Warnings: alcohol/drinking, smoking, swearing, noncon kinda

A/N: This was meant to be my pbb for this year but i dropped out but since I had so much written, I decided to finish the fic. I’m sorry if it seemed rushed at the end, I just kinda wanted to finish it tbh lol. And this isn’t betad, sorry for any mistakes!

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I feel so sick right now. It is slowly starting to hit me that the fucking orange raccoon has a good chance to win. This country is disgusting and the people that voted for trump clearly dont care or realize the consequences. Those that voted for him are about to make life hard for not just Americans but the entire world. I am scared to death of what will happen should he get elected. I hope this election shows that your vote DOES matter and voting for a third party can make or break the election.

Imagine your OTP meeting while standing next to each other in line to vote

And they’re both cautious because they’re each blue in a red state but don’t know which party the other one supports, but they end up chatting somehow

They’re careful to avoid talking politics (despite it being the massive elephant in the room) cause they’re gonna be stuck in line for at least another hour and the last thing either one wants is to start a political argument

But while talking about all sorts of other stuff, they really hit it off (and really think the other one is cute as hell) and the long wait isn’t nearly as bad as it should have been

After voting, they go their separate ways

But then they bump into each other again that evening at the local gay bar, which is hosting a party to watch the election results and toast to victory if she wins, or drown your sorrows if he does

And as more and more electoral votes are announced, they clutch each other’s hands tightly in nervous anticipation…

Canon vs Fanon
  • Canon Maka: Easily frustrated but very intelligent and feisty. She cares a lot about her friends and tried to be the strongest person in every group
  • Fanon Maka: Overly intelligent, can't make mistakes. Also, her entire motivation has to do with her fluctuating cup size
  • Canon Soul: I care a lot about my friends, even if I tease them and always make sure Maka is safe
  • Fanon Soul: I aM a pARTY AnimAL heeeey
  • Canon Black⭐star: Arrogant but strong. Starts out annoying but develops into a trust worthy man.
  • Fanon Black⭐star: Can only speak in screams
  • Canon Tsubaki: Shy and sweet. Very emotional and overall the support
  • Fanon Tsubaki: boobs
  • Canon Kidd: Challenged by mental illness at times. Very order driven and a strong personality. Seeks the truth and attempts to do what's right, even when he must defy basic morals
  • Canon Liz: Her top priority is her younger sister. She's willing to do anything for her and a lot for Kidd, even if she doesn't want to admit it.
  • Canon Patty: Ditzy and light hearted. Sweet and loving but threatening when she needs to be. Childish but skillful
  • Fanon Liz and Patty: A single entity. Accessories for Kidd. Not even really their own people
  • Canon Crona: Emotional and physical abuse led to an emotionally unstable teen. Unpredictable with fluctuating morals. Very physically strong, but mentally weak

I have this hc where Bart’s 14th birthday happened while they were fighting the reach and stuff so he didn’t even bother to tell anyone bc they were pretty busy. Months later after the invasion Jaime got curious and asked Bart about it and Bart’s like “oh, yeah my bd was like seven months ago” and Jaime feels super bad bc they didn’t celebrate and began to apologize so Bart just explains him that he doesn’t care bc he doesn’t find it important since he has never actually celebrated his birthday bc the whole “humankind enslaved by the reach in the future” thing and he says that Jaime should just let it go.

Except that Jaime doesn’t. So he starts planning this hella big surprise party for Bart’s 15th birthday and he tells everyone and gets them all to attend, so when the birthday arrives Jaime tells Bart they’ll just hang around in Central City eating ice-cream and stuff to at least make it a happy day when in fact Jaime’s tricking Bart into going to his party. Spoiler alert: Bart was so happy and touched he started tearing.

R: Sure, okay.

R: To be honest, I’m kind of liking these cheerful asks. Makes me feel better.

R: Phew okay, here we go, there’s a lot of amis.

R: I’ll start with Joly. My favorite thing about him is his caring nature, I think. Sure, he can party with Bossuet and I like forever, but as soon as someone’s had too much or get hurts, he takes amazing care of you. He’s gonna make a great doctor.

R: My favorite thing about Bossuet is his never ending optimism. I swear, that man could fall down a cliff and break ten bones and find some way to make it positive.

R: Jehan has this insane creativity. He’s the kind of person that could make a poem out of paint drying or grass growing or something.

R: Feuilly is one of the single most determined people I’ve ever met. If I’m ever feeling like I have too much work to do, I just remember that Feuilly is working three jobs and does art commissions on the side. It’s insane.

R: Bahorel is one of those people that looks like he could kill you but actually just spent two hours rescuing a litter of kittens from a tree or something. That juxtaposition is my favorite thing about him.

R: My favorite thing about Combeferre would have to be how thoughtful he is. Within that, he’s really witty and always has a comeback at hand. Boy can be real salty, that’s for sure…which is honestly incredibly admirable.

R: *snorts* this is so dumb but my favorite thing about Courfeyrac is this little thing that can’t really be described. Courfeyrac has like this light inside him that makes everyone feel warm. He’s like a pillar. Hah, I could never have that, so I really admire him for it.

R: My favorite thing about Marius, who is one of us thank you, is the fact that he’s a human puppy dog. He just feels everything so intensely, and he’s so genuine. That’s my favorite thing about Marius.

R: And finally Enjolras. I think we all know it’s going to be hard for me to pick a favorite thing about that fucker, but… I think I’ll have to go with his passion. It makes him glow from the inside out, it’s amazing to see. Sure, sometimes it’s a little infuriating when he uses that passion to yell at me, but it’s still my favorite thing about him.

R: …wait maybe it’s his ass.

R: No, I’m just fucking with you, it’s definitely his passion.

→ ❝DISHONORED sentence starters❞

  • “We all start with innocence, but the world leads us to guilt.”
  • “The world doesn’t punish wicked people.”
  • “Do you think you’ll get your own squad after what happened last night?”
  • “When you are near, my heart is at peace.” 
  • “She had to die!” 
  • “You’re a mystery, and I can’t have that.”
  • “Our choices always matter to someone, somewhere.” 
  • “I do believe this is going to be a fabulous evening.”
  • “Careful, he’s armed.”
  • “I was born into nothing, and it’s nothing I’ll return to.”
  • “Going to a party?”
  • “Coming from a party?”
  • “There’s always more to learn about pain.”
  • “I hope you don’t mind having a lady in your room.”
  • “You were making funny faces when you were sleeping.”
  • “May all the spirits guide you, and may your enemy’s head hit the floor without you taking a scratch.”
  • “Are you hoping to stab me in the back?”
  • “I don’t know about you, but I’ve had a lovely time.” 
  • “I’ve killed a hundred of your kind, and I’ll kill a thousand more before I’m gone.”
  • “I’ve lived a long, long time, and these are the moments I wait for.”
  • “You fascinate me.”
  • “Are all artists narcissists?”
  • “Strange how there’s always a little more innocence left to lose.”
  • “I’m just a little fish in a big pond.”
  • “Are you chasing something, or running away?”
  • “You move so silently. You could be a dancer.”
  • “I have no regrets. What about you?”
  • “What happens to scary monsters in the end?”
  • “I treat every sunset as if it’s our last.”
  • “When the music stops, we all fall down.”
  • “It’s that moment just before the light goes that matters most of all.”
  • “I’m enjoying our renewed friendship.”
  • “You have no right to take this from me!”
  • “Your life has taken a turn, has it not?”
  • “All things end, all things burn to ash. But you, my friend, burn bright.”
  • “There’s blood on all the coins that pass through here.”
  • “My mother warned me never to make an enemy of a witch.”
  • “My life is yours. Kill me or let me live, if it even matters to you.”
  • “I expect a good show.” 
  • “Let’s go home.”
Po Ping Appreciation Post

I was in a need of making the post about one of my favorite characters of all time - Po Ping from Kung Fu Panda. We all know that he is an overweight who became our favorite badass, the Dragon Warrior. But I wanted to focus more on the things that are overlooked - or at least I feel like they are.

WARNING - this post will contain some MAJOR KFP3 spoilers!

Ok, so let’s get this party started. Po Ping…

-is an artistic soul

-made his action figures all by himself (including carving in wood and painting) the very day he fell in love with kung fu

-has a photographic memory! He saw the Furious Five only once from far away and carved their portraits in wood very accurately

-was able to learn the Wuxi Finger Hold all by himself just from pure observation and while being under the massive distress

-learns fast. Really fast, mostly from his own mistakes. He improved his fighting skills in such a short time

-cares about his art so much and is very proud of it

-is very creative! It usually shows during the fight on numerous occasions (he “drew” the giant dragon with his own chi, for example)

-probably likes to sing when he thinks no one is around (judging from the scene from the holiday special), he’s pretty good at singing

-cooks well

-has/had PTSD

-hated himself for about 20 years of his life

-is craving compliments and affection… or any kind of validation, really

-throws himself into the most dangerous situations without second thinking

-is even ready to sacrifice his own life for a bigger cause if he thinks it’s necessary

-literally jumps into committing a suicide to save his loved ones. And yes, he was pretty sure he would stay dead i will never cope with this

-is probably asexual… heck, he is very likely asexual! I mean…

So in conclusion, Po Ping is an overweight, a fanboy and a badass but he is also…

-an artist with many talents

-a victim of mental illness

-an individual who for the course of all three movies weren’t given a love interest and yet he isn’t illustrated as broken or cold - he is represented as a loving person, as someone who is capable of love, who’s able to show his affection to others

Thank you DreamWorks, for this amazing, fleshed out character.

This has been Po Appreciation Post.

imagine this

it’s election day. both Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton are standing up on that stage wherever the fuck they are. the other third, fourth, and sixty-ninth party members are somewhere else on the stage, maybe in the corner, but no one fucking cares. no one’s paying attention to them. all eyes are on Donald, Hillary, and the dude about to announce America’s Next Top President

“America’s Next Top President is…………..”

everything is silent. everyone waits in anticipation: will it be Trump or Clinton…?

“BERNIE SANDERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

SUDDENLY fireworks BURST the fuck out into the fuckin sky, everyone starts screaming in abso-fucking-lute joy as the Main Man Bernie walks out fuckin WWE style- like the fuckin’ Rock or John Cena or some shit- confetti bursts everywhere. there’s sparks and fire and lasers on the stage like you’re at a fuckin Metallica concert. it’s a fuckin miracle. it’s a godsend. We Are Saved.

everything was planned by the government. America has been Punk’d by the fuckin government. what a goddamn relief.

skam just takes friendship to a whole another level. you see the girls not just supporting each other and being their, but they go out of their way to make sure that each one is doing okay. i was so taken by noora bringing lunch for vilde so that she eats. sana carrying passed out vilde from the party. remember these are just high school students. and the bros, don’t even get me started. isak’s bros are like friend goals. jonas knowing that something is up with isak and always offering to listen. magnus’ “what about what even feels, have you asked him that?” literally saved isak from crying into his pillow every night believing that even doesn’t love him. these friends picks up hints/signs of you because they are concerned with your well being and actually observe you. this show continues to surprise me with how caring friends can be.

Headcanons for Modern Day AU JeffMads (Thomas Jefferson & James Madison):

• Thomas is the leader of the campus’s frat, and James is his second who is always by his side. While Jefferson has the classic douchebag leader vibe, Madison is more of an introvert who doesn’t really care about the parties or the beer or the girls, but simply stays in the frat to be with Jefferson.

• Though Jefferson and Madison show intense homophobia towards the queer couples of the school, it’s only a facade. They have a secret romantic relationship that had lasted since freshman year of high school and because of their place at the college they are forced to keep it secret. The only person that knows is Aaron Burr. He accidentally walked in on them making out.

• The Thomas vs. Alexander battle all started when Hamilton completely demolished anything that Jefferson believed in debate class. After that, Jefferson forced his frat buddies to beat him up and harass him at least once a day. And you better believe that Alex fought back.

• Laurens was furious that Jefferson broke his boyfriend so much. So in return, John broke Thomas’s nose.

• You better believe that Thomas Jefferson vapes.

• James Madison has an intense case a asthma. He’s had it since elementary school.

• Aaron Burr is rather meaningless to Jefferson and Madison. He’s like the friend that you deal with and tell him that he’s great but in reality you don’t like him that much. They won’t let him in their fraternity, but will share gossip and secrets as well as hatred for Alexander Hamilton with him.

• To sum it all up, Thomas Jefferson and James Madison are gay douchebag frat boys who hate pretty much everything.

here’s, um. here’s the deal.

i get that there are people who proclaim, “I don’t like what Trump says about women, gays, minorities, etc”, who voted for Trump because of his policies or whatever. and i have a million disagreements about his policies, but that’s not what this is about.

you are racist if you voted for him.

you are sexist, homophobic, transphobic, islamophobic, xenophobic, ableist, and fucking racist if you voted for him.

i do not care if you were vocally against his treatment of minorities since the start. if there was a point where you thought to yourself, “i don’t like his bigotry and prejudice, but his policies are good enough that i’ll vote for him”, then congratulations. you’re racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, islamophobic, ableist, and xenophobic.

you decided that a man who has consistently only ever railed against minorities was a good choice because of his policies. you decided that the policies were worth the millions of lives that he puts in jeopardy. you are in a place of such immense privilege that, when weighing the pros and cons, decided that Trump’s virulent hatred of minorities was something you could accept.

you are a bigot, and you have to accept that now. congratulations.

and go fuck yourself.


So it’s come full circle hasn’t it? Urie probably did start having problems with taste back at Matsuri’s party, it probably wasn’t just caused by a jump in RC cells after fighting Amon.

Poor boy, if what Shiba said was true about if he’s not careful about using his kagune only on lower frame his not being able to eat human food will become permanent, he’s probably going to be screwed if he lives through the fight with Donato.

Especially since Chapter 108′s title was a play on “Permanent.”

missyriver  asked:

Okay no angst request this time. But a Padres Christmas Party and Mike gets Ginny and autographed poster of him, "For your collection" also Ginny got him her jersey. Guess im feeling fluffy today.

fluffy is good. excellent, in fact. 

doesn’t mean they don’t have to work a little for it.

many times, many ways | ao3

Ginny was honestly surprised she was considered enough of a Padre to warrant an invitation to the team Christmas party. 

Sure, a lot of that surprise was founded in self-pity, but she felt she was allowed. 

After all, her rookie season in the bigs ended (and started, honestly) in heartbreak, her brother wasn’t speaking to her, Amelia was back, but their relationship was strained, and Noah wouldn’t quit dropping hints about a world tour. 

And Mike Lawson was back with his wife. Not that she cared about that. If he was happy, so was she. It hadn’t been a lie when she said those words to Amelia and it wasn’t now. 

That aside, there wasn’t a lot that was really putting her in a festive mood. 

Only Blip’s promise of excellent catering and free-flowing booze had secured her attendance.

Mostly, she wanted to do what she’d done since her season ended; sit in her hotel room and binge watch terrible reality shows. It helped her feel better about her life. 

The life where she was getting ready to go to a party for a team she wasn’t even sure she belonged to anymore. The doctors and front office sounded optimistic, but Ginny knew the drill. Players were sent back down to the minors all the time for slighter injuries than hers. 

Well. She might as well take advantage of being a Padre while she still could. Especially when there was free food involved. 

She was keeping her expectations low for this party. 

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i really want a plot where this totally sweet girl is dating this total ass and he prob cheats on her all the time and is so shitty to her but she stays because she’s sweet and caring and he’s all she’s ever known and they used to be so in love but anyways he’s totally one of those guys who brings around his douche friends and they sit on the couch and talk about chicks and drugs and partying and she is supposed 2 be the regular house wife gf who brings them food and sits next to him when they watch movies so he can flaunt her and just be /: a dick /: ANYWAYS his fellow douche friend starts to slowly be like god this guy is so awful to her and he starts following her out of the room instead of staying to high five his friend for cheating on her w some club girl and idk he just generally starts hanging out with her more while her bf and his other friends hang out in the basement or some shit and they’ll like sit on the porch while he smokes and they just talk or he’ll help her make food or ANYTHING and it can go so many cute ways tbh like ? he could be listening to the friend brag about sleeping around one day or see him being shitty to her like yelling at her for nothing ro smth and just be like DAMN I’VE HAD ENOUGH and finally break and yell at his friend and fight for her and accidently admit that he thinks she’s totally amazing and he’d cherish her sm or he could kiss her one night while they’re talking and they could start sneaking around behind the friends back or anything so ! total bonus point if you let me play poppy drayton against a matthew daddario for this.

Life's Picture

#569: “I don’t know why I’m crying.”
#69: “How long has it been?”
#65: “Hold my hand dammit, we have to make this look convincing.”
#44: “Everyone deserves a second chance.”

Daveed x Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions abuse

Your life was picture perfect.
You had a loving boyfriend.
A job.
An apartment.
A family.
Yet you always felt like something was off, like there was something not quite right in the way you were living your life. It had always been so perfect, so certain… where were the risks? The opportunities to find yourself?
You started going to parties, getting drunk, not caring about your grades…
Soon you were failing everything, you’d lost your job, and you ruined your relationship by stupidly cheating.
And now you were stuck with your asshole boyfriend, who you were too afraid to break up with.
Yeah, a pretty picture.
Once again, it was late and you were alone in your house. Your boyfriend rarely came back before 1:00 AM, and he always expected you to wait for him. You checked the time on your phone, and groaned.
It was only 10:00, and you were exhausted.
Instead of just being the obedient girlfriend, you grabbed your keys and locked your door.
You drove around for awhile, looking at the parking lots of bars. An hour had passed before you finally saw your boyfriend’s car, and you headed into the dark bar.
You stood on your tiptoes, looking for the familiar blonde head, only to find it kissing a slender, taller, more beautiful girl.
Shock washed over you, and that was soon replaced by anger, which you’d never had the courage to use till now.
You stalked over, and grabbed his shoulder and forcibly pulled him away from the new Super Blonde.
“What the hell? You cheating asshole!”
“Y/N, what the fuck are you doing here? I told you to wait at home. I swear when we get home-”
“Yeah well, this is the last time I take orders from you, because we’re through.”
You turned and sprinted out of the bar, and quickly got in your car.
Your breathing became quicker and you tried to calm yourself down as you went as fast as possible to your apartment.
Once you unlocked the door, you began shoving all your stuff into suitcases and boxes as fast as you could possibly go.
You were forced to leave your furniture, and anything too big to fit in your car.
You didn’t want to leave ANYTHING for your boyfriend to possibly sell for money, so you grabbed one of his lighters.
As you carefully burned black holes in the plush of the couch, you began humming one of the songs you’d been secretly working on for the past 4 months now.
You’d titled it “Burn”.
As you hustled out to your car with your last box, you couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder at what had been your home for the past 3 years. It held many memories, ones of you and your ex that you held especially dear…
You shook your head and started the engine and pulled out of the complex for what you desperately hoped was the very last time.
Realizing you had nowhere to go, you decided to look for a new apartment in the morning, and drove to your best friend’s house.
3 months later
You downed another shot, and cringed as the alcohol burned your throat.
You’d been going to bars more often now, trying to find someone new to move onto. And you struggled to admit to yourself that you weren’t trying to move on from your recent ex, but from the one before him. The one you considered to be the better half of you.
The one you lost because you couldn’t say no.
You were only on your 1st round of shots, when you heard a heartwarming voice speak behind you.
You spun around so quickly that you felt nausea wash over you. Your head was spinning and you started to fall until his arms caught you.
“Woah, woah. You okay?”
You looked up and instantly could see better, because you were looking at the angel that was Daveed Diggs.
“H-hi. Yeah, no, I…”
It took you a couple seconds to realize his arms were still supporting to you, and you took a deep breath and attempted to steady yourself.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine. But hey. Hey! Um, so how’ve you been?”
His eyes were a deep brown, and you relished a time when they were yours. This staring went on for a bit longer than what exes usually went for, but it was eventually broken by him speaking.
“Oh, yeah I’ve been good. Good.”
“That’s great. How’s your nana?”
He smiled sadly.
“Hanging on. We’re not sure if she necessarily wants to keep living a life like this, so she may not have much longer…”
You put an arm on his bicep.
“Daveed, I’m so sorry…”
He shook his head.
“It’s okay. I just want her to be happy, y'know? Anyway, what’s your sad story? I’ll feel bad if I don’t give out any sympathy tonight.”
You felt yourself melting under his gaze. This is why you could never love another. You two meshed so well together, it’s be impossible to forget your connection.
“My story isn’t even comparable to yours.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“The Y/N I know always had something unexpected happening to them. There’s gotta be some dirt on you…”
You smiled sadly.
“I’m just kinda hanging recently. Tough breakup.”
Yeah, a breakup that was years ago.
“Oh I’m sorry. How long has it been?”
Years. Years without your lips on mine, your arms around me, your hand in mine…
“Doesn’t matter. It really fucked me up, y'know? Cause it’s always me, ruining everything.”
He furrowed his brows, but didn’t press any farther when he saw you were crying.
“Hey- hey don’t cry.”
You laughed softly.
“I don’t know why I’m crying. It shouldn’t be me crying, it should be…”
But you couldn’t finish your sentence, because a familiar blonde head had just entered the bar.
“Shit. Shit shit shit.”
Daveed looked at you with concern.
“Speak of the devil, there’s the man himself there. Sorry, I can’t face him. I’ve gotta-”
Daveed grabbed your face with his hands, and pressed his lips on yours.
You felt yourself go nearly limp.
This is what you had lost when you’d lost him. And dear god, you had missed it.
Daveed pulled away, and whispered in your ear.
“Hold my hand, dammit, we have to make this look convincing.”
You gripped his hand as your exes eyes met yours, and you looked away as he made his way over to you.
“Y/N. Hey. Where’ve you been?”
You opened your mouth, but no words could make it out.
“She’s been with me.”
Daveed spoke clearly, but firmly.
“Daveed Diggs, pleasure to meet you.”
Daveed shook his hand in what looked like a bone-crushing handshake, leaving your ex rubbing his hand.
“The pleasures all mine. Anyways, Y/N, can I talk to you?”
He glanced at Daveed.
Your hands started shaking, and you shook your head.
Your exes face turned beet red.
“No? What do you mean, no? You can’t say no to me-”
Daveed stepped between you two.
“Hey, man. Sorry to break it to you, but she doesn’t feel comfortable around you with people, much less alone. So I’d like to ask you, with all due respect, to kindly fuck off and leave Y/N alone.”
Daveed grabbed your hand, and steered you away from him and out of the bar. Once you were safe within the streetlights, you immediately broke down.
“Daveed, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened-”
“Hey. It’s okay. I would’ve done it any day-”
“I wasn’t talking about just in there. I mean before. Years ago. I don’t know why I was so stupid, why I couldn’t just say no…”
You stopped your rant and looked at Daveed.
“I’m not mad anymore. I was at first, but I took time, and realized that you were the best thing that ever happened to me, and I let you go over something so stupid. I don’t care about that night anymore. All I care about is you.”
You were shocked.
“How-. Why Daveed? I was awful to you.”
Daveed looked up at the sky.
“My nana always said that those who are meant to be will always come back to each other. She also said that everyone deserves a second chance. And I will never, ever disagree with something my nana said. So, Y/N, that’s why I’m doing this. Because I firmly believe we are meant to be.”
1 year later
You sat backstage, listening to a remake of your original song, Burn, being sung onstage by Philipa Soo, aka Elizabeth Schuyler. Daveed’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders as he pulled you close, your face buried in his magenta Jefferson costume.
You were proud to have helped Lin with the song being sung to thousands, and you couldn’t have been happier than in that moment.
And it may have been abstract, and not as you had imagined it. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But nevertheless…
Your life was finally a pretty picture again.

Fuck You, Clifford : Michael Blurb

Inspired by these two requests: 1 | 2 

I’m sorry for not following them exactly but your requests did inspire this and I love you and appreciate you and hope this makes up for my lack of obeying instructions x

Word Count: 1401

You might have toned down the amount of effort you were putting in to kiss her if you knew a tall ass blonde boy was about to barge in. You didn’t care what he saw, he’s walked in on worse things before, but you were going through a bit of a dry spell and weren’t too happy to get all worked up just for the party to end before it could even get started.  

“You know you have a room,” Michael points out as he kicks the front door closed behind him. “There’s a bed, it’s private… pretty ideal for those kinds of activities.”

You lean back disappointedly, the mercury in your adrenaline thermometer sinking down to a cold zero. The girl lying on the couch beneath you begins to sit up, the red in her cheeks now due more to being embarrassed than being aroused. You help her up from the couch as you remorsefully climb off, whispering an apology on your best friend’s behalf.

“Well I wasn’t told you’d be coming over,” you growl toward Michael, your eyebrow twitching. “Excuse us for wanting to frolic on the couch.”

That remark earns a snort from Michael and a shy giggle from the girl on your arm. It’s endearing to see her so bashful again after hearing all sorts of dirty things come out of her mouth a few minutes ago. 

You both know that mood isn’t going to pick back up with a third person, let alone a man, in the apartment. While you’re pretty equally as attracted to boys as you are to girls, your lady friend is really only keen on the latter, which is completely fine by you. With her fingers hooked around some of yours, you walk her to the front door and declare this date “to be continued”, parting with the longest goodbye kiss you’ve ever shared with someone you’re not officially dating.

It’s not until she’s out of sight that you finally close the metal door and turn around to face Michael. 

“Thanks, dick,” you mutter, walking back to the couch and plopping lazily onto the cushions.

Michael smirks, taking a seat on a nearby chair. “Hang a sock on the knob next time.”

“Why are you even here?”

“Relax. Gabriela told me to meet her here.”

“Are you guys fucking?”

“No,” Michael chuckles. He and your roommate have been hanging out a lot lately, and although they both claim it’s to “study” you have a feeling something fishy’s going on. “That’s awkward, why would I fuck your roommate?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, zoning out on a stupid decorative coaster that Gabriela left on the coffee table. “I’d fuck my roommate.”

Michael blinks. “You have a problem.”

“I have many.”

You both take a moment to appreciate the accuracy. 

“So you and what’s her name,” Michael stirs the conversation again. 

“Harley,” you fill in the blank.

“You serious about her?”

“I don’t know,” you repeat. You’ve gotten into an annoying habit of saying that phrase even when your mind is made up, just to sound more lackadaisical. “She’s cool.”

“She doesn’t really seem like your type.” When you cock a questioning eyebrow at Michael, he demonstrates by covering his mouth with his fingertips and copying Harley’s sheepish laugh. 

You smile, thinking about the real thing. “I like that about her.”

“That she’s quiet?”

“Just because she’s quiet around you doesn’t mean she’s like that around me.”

“Yeah, but she’s no Cheyenne.”

You pick up a couch pillow and chuck it at Michael’s head. He knows that girl is like Voldemort around here: she who must not be named.  

“I’m just saying,” Michael catches the pillow and keeps it in his lap. “You’re gonna get bored.”

“Cheyenne was a bitch,” you snap. “I don’t miss her.”

“I mean I think she was all wrong for you,” Michael agrees, “but you enjoyed the excitement of it.”

“Harley excites me.”

Michael stares at you blankly. “How.”

“Well we haven’t had sex yet so I’m… excited to…” You cross your arms, drawing a blank for any more examples. You blame it on being put fresh on the spot. “Fuck you, Clifford.”

“Right now?” he jokes. “Are you still all hot and bothered?”

You roll your eyes. 

“I’ll help you out this time, Y/n, because I’m a good friend, but-”

“Shut up,” you laugh, taking another pillow and reaching to hit him with it.
He catches this one too, and tries to pull it out of your hand but you forget to let go of it. The momentum catches you off guard, forcing your body forward so you’re leaning on the armrest of the chair Michael’s sitting in. From here you can smell the familiar scent of the same cologne he’s routinely worn for as long as you’ve known him. 

The pillow slowly slides out from under your palm, and your hand falls to Michael’s black-skinny-jean-covered thigh. You’ve obviously touched Michael before, in friendly embraces and playful wrestling matches, and it was always without thinking anything of it. But for some reason your eyes are glued to your hand resting on his thigh, on a part of his body that’s a bit more personal, somewhere your hands have never felt before. 

Out of your peripherals you notice Michael’s chest heave, like he’s just taken his first breath in a while. It comes to your realization then that you’ve been holding yours as well. 

Are you still all hot and bothered?

Maybe he wasn’t too far off. 

“Michael,” you say. 

“Yeah?” he replies calmly. 

You might have shut up then and there if you were thinking straight, but nothing could have prepared you to practically be on your knees in front of this tall ass blonde boy who’s only ever been a friend. 

No more words are needed right now. When you look up at Michael’s face you can tell by the droop of his eyelids that he’ll be glad to let you do anything you want. 

You plant one foot on the ground, pushing yourself up and grabbing both sides of Michael’s jaw. He reactively moves with you, his hands finding your hips and yanking you eagerly onto his lap. Your lips form to his for the first time ever, plenty of give and take being exchanged between the puckering motions, and your heart flutters upon discovering that your best friend Michael is a damn good kisser. 

His fingers tangle messily into the roots of your hair, and without meaning to your hips jerk forward, eliciting a deep moan from Michael. It’s not a sound you ever imagined gaining pleasure from hearing, but now all you want to do is make him let it out again. 

“Michael,” you sigh, pulling away to catch a quick breath. 

He hums, encouraging you to keep speaking while he busies his lips down your neck. Your next thought is briefly interrupted by the sensation.

“Do you want me?” you ask against his ear. 

There’s a shift in the spark connecting the two of you. He uses the roots of your hair to tilt your head back, willing your eyes to meet his. He takes his other hand off of your waist and places it on your cheek, gently running his thumb across the soft skin. 

“I have wanted you for so long.” Each word is enunciated perfectly to make the message clear. Michael has been waiting for this moment. He’s been waiting for you. 

You kiss him again, thanking him and showing him that you’ll finally let him have you. 

With your legs straddled around his thighs, he somehow manages to stand from the chair, cupping and squeezing your ass now that he’s been given permission. 

“Couch?” he asks, only partly joking. 

You laugh breathlessly, shaking your head. “Bedroom. Don’t wanna risk anyone walking in and killing this.” Your hand slides down between his clothed crotch and yours, your palm brushing over his hardening length. 

“Glad to have been a part of that lesson,” Michael teases. 

You can’t remember the last time you smiled in the middle of hooking up with someone because you thought what they said was genuinely funny.

“Fuck you, Clifford.”

He confidently bites his bottom lip. “Okay.”


anonymous asked:

Hey so I'm dating an ENFP, but she is quite quiet, shy and defensive around me unless I do my best to draw her out (which I'm good at!) she gets comfortable and chatty then. What throws me is that we met at a party where she was really sociable and walking up to strangers and starting conversations, including with me! What's going onn?


honestly it just warms my heart when people care so much about their s/o that they go asking around questions to get a better understanding of them you’re sooo sweet

i think she’s self-conscious around you

since she’s dating you, she likes you 

in ENFP logic that means,

she likes you=she cares about what you think of her = she’s afraid of doing/saying something stupid and losing you = it takes a little longer exposure to you to get her comfortable than it takes her to get comfortable around strangers she doesn’t give a wahoo about

i hope that kinda makes sense; i don’t know her but from what it seems the ENFP doesn’t want to look like a fool around you because she cares about what you think of her