come on be a creep

So @beyond-the-womb tagged me in one of them tag things (thanks u precious fetus <3)

List the first 10 tracks that come on when you put your music on shuffle

1. Porch - Pearl Jam

2. Spiderwebs - No Doubt

3. Bring Him Home - Colm Wilkinson version (LOL my musical trash leaked out)

4. Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana

5. A Night on Bald Mountain - Leopold Stokowski & The Philadelphia Orchestra

6. November Rain - Guns N’ Roses

7. Lovers in Japan/Reign of Love - Coldplay

8. Mambo No 5 - Lou Bega

9. Dream Come True - Jeff Williams & Casey Lee Williams

10. Creep - Stone Temple Pilots

lol okay that was interesting (?)

I’ll tag @dmdumouchel @spicyshiros-klance-valentines @charmingsego @astorfenrir @omgbumbleby @24hourgaycare @thiscityneedsyounow @pharaohastrid @whoever else wants to do this

Is that too many people? Idk I’m curious what folks listen to

Rumple’s tape

Sleep weel, my bairnie, sleep. The lang, lang shadows creep, The fairies play on the munelicht brae An’ the stars are on the deep.

The auld wife sits her lane
Ayont the cauld hearth-stane,
An’ the win’ comes doon wi’ an eerie croon
To hush my bonny wean.

The bogie man’s awa’,
The dancers rise an fa’
An’ the howlet’s cry frae the bour-tree high
Comes through the mossy shaw.

Sleep weel, my bairnie, sleep.
The lang, lang shadows creep,
The fairies play on the munelicht brae
An’ the stars are on the deep.

Okay so Rumple records this poem for his unborn kid. Question why would Rumplestiltskin abandoned son of the Black Fairy, be so desperate for his unborn child to hear a poem about fairies?

I’m sat here looking at the whole thing and wondering if there is some sort of coded message in there to help Gideon get out of the BF realm.

Am  I crazy?

Writing begins with forgiveness. Let go of the shame about how long it’s been since you last wrote, the clenching fear that you’re not a good enough writer, the doubts over whether or not you can get it done. Sure, the nagging demons will come creeping back, but set them aside anyway, and then set them aside again when they do. Concoct a hot beverage, play a beautiful song, look inward, and then begin.
—  Daniel Jose Older, from a Nanowrimo pep talk, but good advice for most any writing.
Newt Scamander Headcanons

After seeing the movie, I decided that I simply must do some Newt headcanons! He’s so adorable!

• Newt quickly becomes flustered whenever you call him. He’d reply with a choppy “yes” before hurrying over to your side.

• He also gets rather embarrassed when you compliment him. When you first met him you mentioned that you liked his coat…his cheeks flushed a bright red for a solid two minutes.

• When he give you a compliment, he becomes equally as flustered. His compliments usually turn out to be a string of stutters and falters, but you still find that adorable. “You look very…love–er–nice.”

• He’s very excitable. Once you bring up his creatures, he gets this goofy grin on his face as he dives into facts and stories of his creatures.

• He also gets very excited when he’s made a discovery. His face lights up as he cautiously creeps towards the creature. “Y/N, come look at this….it–it’s marvelous.”

• You are quick to notice the many faint scars that adorn his body, and you’re rather curious as to the story behind them. Newt absolutely loves telling you stories about his creatures, so he feels comfortable explaining the marks.       "T-they’re just scared sometimes. They’d never hurt anyone….they’re not dangerous.“ He’s fumbling through his words nervously. All he ever wanted to do was protect his creatures. “People get scared of…of what they don’t know. They’re just trying to protect themselves.”

• Imagine him reading you his incomplete book or telling you stories when you’re tired. You’re leaning on Newt and he’s completely over-analyzing your every movement. Your close proximity causes him to falter on more than a few words. You eventually fall asleep to the sound of his soothing voice; your head slides down to his shoulder causing Newt to become flustered even though you’re asleep. Newt, in a very cautious fashion, leans down and presses a light kiss to your forehead. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

• Imagine mentioning that you’re cold during one of your many adventures with Newt. Instantly, Newt begins fumbling with his scarf in order to take it off. You notice his actions and are quick to object. However, with a shaky “I-I insist,” you allow him to carefully drape his warm scarf around your neck. You can’t help but notice that it smells like him.

• Oddly enough, you think he always smells good. He smells faintly of cinnamon and vanilla and you always wonder why…

• Newt’s always extremely warm. It might be because of the many layers he wears on a daily basis. But even when he isn’t wearing his coat and scarf, he’s still unnaturally warm.

Let me know if you want more!!

Ohmigosh it’s 2017, it’s time to stop using ‘social justice issues to try and invalidate someone’s right in enjoying a ship. You can’t go around saying only straight white people would ship that when you don’t actually know anyone on tumblr personally and can’t actually know that, nor should it matter when it comes to a fictional couple. Stop making up facts and non-statistics based off your own ignorant assumptions.

alternate ending for Suicide Squad:

everyone is back in their cells, same as the actual ending. Harley is enjoying her cappuccino when Belle Reve starts to tremble. the entire prison, shaking down to its very foundation.

and then the plants start to come. at first it’s just weeds shooting through the crack, but then come the vines creeping through the gaps in the windows, the tree roots tearing through the floor.

alarms are going off, lights are flickering, guards are rushing around in confusion. Harley watches wide-eyed as winding tendrils of exotic flowers start to grow up the bars of her cage.

we see the corridors of Belle Reve full of tiny, rapidly-growing jungles, a green fog hanging thick in the air. here and there are guards, ensnared by vines and dangling from the ceiling by a leg or their neck. the basement is flooding fast as prison is reclaimed by the swamp.

Harley’s bouncing with excitement now, clapping her hands as her cage is torn a apart by a rapidly growing cypress and water starts to seep in. as the metal falls to the floor, a figure appears in the doorway. she’s dressed all in shimmering green, her red hair long and wild, her dark skin shiny from exertion. 

“Red!” Harley squeals, and runs for her, splashing across the room in her fluffy pink slippers. she crashed into Pamela for a hug, standing on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around her girlfriend and snuggling her face into the crook of Pam’s neck.

“hey, you,” Pamela whispers in her ear. she’s trying to be cool, every bit the supervillainess, but it’s hard to hide her smile.

“you came,” Harley says. she’s wide-eyed now, staring up at Pamela like she can never look at her enough. Harley breaks into a wide smile and bats her eyes, looking almost shy. “does this mean ya really do like me?”

Pamela doesn’t answer right away; she brushes one of Harley’s pigtails back, letting her hands linger, and presses a gentle kiss into Harley’s forehead.

“I missed you,” she says simply. “and I couldn’t just leave you here for the clown.”

Harley can only smile, at a loss for words. she claps her hands over her mouth, trying to hold back the tears that are coming.

Pamela pulls her hands away, meshing their fingers together. “you wanna go home?”

Harley nods, pigtails bouncing. “yes, please!”

they walk out of Belle Reve, holding hands, and go back to Gotham City, where they happily spend the rest of their lives giving Bruce a headache. the Joker is definitely dead.


He Tian x Mo Guan Shan ‘Porn Without Plot’


Tags/Warnings: pwp (literally i didn’t even try?), tianshan, the boys are university age, established traffic light system (green = yes, orange = let’s talk or go slow, red = stop); forced orgasm, come-marking, rimming, blow jobs, deep-throating, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, bareback, aftercare, filthy filthy dirty talk, eeer, face-fucking, come swallowing, i’m so sorry guys

‘Seriously? Mistletoe?’

‘You make things ridiculously fucking difficult for me. Yes, mistletoe.’

Guan Shan stared at it, hanging in the doorframe of He Tian’s apartment, and then he stared at He Tian. The smile was barely there, a ghost of a thing curved at the corners, settled in the lines of his lower lip. Guan Shan looked away.

‘Aren’t you going to come in?’ said He Tian. The smile was corporeal now, and laughter was creeping in.

Flatly, ‘There’s something in my way.’

‘You’re good at avoiding things.’

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Bridges that Taylor Swift actually created

hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…

and you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you 

i’ve found time can heal most anything, and you just might find who you’re supposed to be…

and there you are on your knees, begging for forgiveness, begging for me, just like i always wanted, but i’m so sorry…

and the saddest fear comes creeping in, that you never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything yeah

and for the first time, what’s past is past..

this is falling in love in the cruelest way, this is falling for you when you are world’s away…

call a cab, lose my number, you’re about to lose your girl…

and what do you do when the one who means the most to you… is the one who didn’t show…

this is a state of grace, this is the worthwhile fight, love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right…

you took the time to memorise me, my fears, my hopes, and dreams i just like hanging out with you all the time…

two headlights shine through the sleepless night, and i will get you i’ll get you alone, your name has echoed through my mind and i just think you should think you should know that nothing safe is worth the drive and i will follow you follow you home…

we made a quite a mess babe, it’s probably better off this way, and i confess babe, in my dreams you’re touching my face, and asking me if i wanna try again with you, and i almost do…

distance, timing, breakdown, fighting, silence, train runs off its tracks, kiss me try to fix it, could you just try to listen… hang up, give up, for the life of us we can’t get back…

but i took your matches before fire could catch me so don’t look now… i’m shining like fireworks over your sad empty town…

my thoughts will echo your name until i see you again, these are the words i held back as i was leaving too soon, i was enchanted to meet you..

time turns flames to embers, you’ll have new september’s, every one of us has messed up too…

and i hope the sun shines and its a beautiful day, and something reminds you you wished you had stayed, you can plan for a change in weather and time, but i never planned on you changing your mind…

will you take a moment, promise me this, that you’ll stand by me forever, but if god forbid fate should step in, and force us into a goodbye, if you have children someday, when they point to the pictures, please tell them my name, tell them how the crowds went wild, tell them how i hope they shine..

remember when you hit the brakes too soon, 20 stitches in the hospital room, when you started crying baby i did too, when the sun came up i was looking at you, remember when you couldn’t take the heat, i walked out i said I’m setting you free but the monsters turned out to be just trees, and when the sun came up you were looking at me…

you were all i wanted, but not like this….

you’ll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burnin it down, someday when you leave me i bet these memories will follow you around..

remind me how it used to be, pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks, and say you want me….

your smile, my ghost, i fell to my knees, when you’re young you just run, but you come back to what you need…

now that I’m clean, i’m never gonna risk it…

i reached for you but you were gone, i knew i had to go back home, you search the world for something else to make you feel like what we had, and in the end in wonderland we both went mad…

What if Baze went first?

Imagine a reversed turn of events where Baze is shot down and mortally wounded before Chirrut is. What if Baze took his chances before Chirrut got the chance? He hurls himself into the battlefield to reach the master switch. Chirrut feels him leave his immediate presence, feels the surge of the Force becoming unbalanced within him. Baze dodges the blasts being fired at him, not through sensitivity to the Force but through sheer skill and some luck. Chirrut calls his name, shouts at him to come back, because he knows. He can feel it. Death creeping closer, grasping at Baze’s heels. He also feels a determination and desperation from his partner, a sensation Chirrut also has and is in control of but Baze is not. So when Baze makes it to that control panel, when he activates the switch, he’s relieved. He allows himself to be relieved because their mission is done.

It changes in a split second, every single thing Chirrut’s functioning senses can register. The grenade lands, rolls in behind Baze, explodes. Sends the man flying before he crashes into the sand, never to move on his own again. Chirrut feels the impact as vividly as if it had been his own body. He’s confused, scared, disoriented for the first time in a long time. He doesn’t stop to focus. He runs out into the sunlight and the smoke and the sand, and he finds Baze. Hears his heartbeat fail him. Feels the warmth of his hand fading when he holds it.

Chirrut tries to give comfort the only way he knows how—through belief in the Force—but Baze won’t see it. He can’t. In his last moments, or maybe for most of his life, he can only see Chirrut. It’s enough. As Chirrut prays for him, and promises that they’ll find each other in the Force soon, Baze makes a final prayer of his own to that illusive Force which he lost faith in long ago, but which also gives Chirrut his strength. Baze prays that it will lead Chirrut safely off Scarif, with or without the rebels and Jyn and Cassian and Bodhi. In the end he dies not knowing what will become of his beloved friend.

Chirrut feels lost, the way a child would without their parents. He knows what he has to do, how he usually navigates his surroundings sightlessly, but his constant is gone. He feels vulnerable and alone in a new way, and it hurts. He also knows that his minutes are numbered—they were numbered the moment he ran out into the open to reach his dying Baze. And when he’s certain that Baze is no longer with him, Chirrut stands. He locates the oncoming stormtroppers with ears, nose and mind, shoots them down and dodges their blaster fire. He’s calm about it, resolved with his fate. He feels the moment he’s surrounded, knows that there’s no way he can duck that won’t put him in another blaster’s line of fire.

He doesn’t move away. He chants, peacefully, as one shot after the other strikes him. He has stayed close to Baze, close enough so that when he falls, his last effort is to reach out across the sandy ground and find Baze’s hand with his own.

I don’t know when this “imagine if…” became a fricking short fanfiction, but hey, who’s up for some serious, heart-mangling angst? <3 I’m not okay…

PSA: Well, I think this needs to be said.
I’ve made a lot of friends on here and I’ve heard a lot of horror stories and seem a lot of screenshots.

Ok I can’t speak on behalf of ALL the Lee’s, but maybe for the majority. The good Ler’s out there (you know who you are) this clearly isn’t about you!

It’s not ok to just send a lee one ‘Hey’ then proceed to “pokes your ribs”. You wouldn’t fucking do that to a stranger in the street and you shouldn’t do that here.
That also goes for unrequested dick picks, sexual questioning or any harassment.

If you call yourself a Ler then have the good grace to show the respect people deserve. Maybe read the profile text first? Introduce yourself? The community does talk to each other and if you come across as a creep then word will spread. Just think before you decide you have the authority to try and tickle or tease someone.

Having a kink account does not mean someone is 'easy’.

I have no problem putting creeps on blast. No problem at all. Consider this your only warning.

EXO’s Reaction when you tell them they give you butterflies in your stomach


*Would laugh it off first because that was so sudden. But then a small smile would creep onto his face as he comes near you and wraps his arms around you ever so gently.*

“Aww, baby…You give me butterflies too.”

Originally posted by chenrrerorocher


*Would laugh first and when he sees your face, he’d try his best to stop them but he can’t because he found it so random how you tell him these things.*

“Oh stop it you~ No, I’m not still laughing…”

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty


*He’d become so shy. You can see the pinkness rising to his cheeks as he held them all the while grinning.*

“Ohhh, you’re too sweet, darling. You’re being too adorable.”

Originally posted by laygion


*Being a cheeky boy as always. Your words would shock him at first but he quickly changed the shock with a small cocky smile*

“I’m your boyfriend, obviously I should give you butterflies. How can you not get butterflies from looking at me?”

Originally posted by juliet-cbx


*Full blown laughter the moment you told him. He’d have a good minute of laughter before he engulfed you into a hug (while still giggling of course)*

“Do I? Will you say that again?”

Originally posted by kiimjongbae


*Immediately started acting cute. He’d tackle you into a hug before you even ended your sentence and then leaning in close to your face. Just when you thought you two would kiss, he pulled back with a cheeky smirk.*

“Well…does this give you butterflies?*

Originally posted by sehunnified


*Shy shy shy. He’d be smiling for over five minutes. He’d give you that look like how Eugene looks at Rapunzel. With love and care and overall hugging you in his mind because he can’t express his love very well.*

“Will you…will you say that one more time?”  

Originally posted by chanyoelpark


*Jongin would low-key switch into Kai. He’d run his hand through his hair and tilt his head to the side as he grinned.*

“Yeah? Wanna tell me what else I give you, hmm?”

Originally posted by intokai


*Burst into laughter for a full 2 minutes before sitting back down with a cheeky smirk on his face*

“Of course, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t give you butterflies in your stomach?”

Originally posted by sebaeked


-Hey guys, I hope you like this one, it was pretty cute. I’m only taking reaction requests at the moment.
-Guys, there will be a post tomorrow but it might be a little bit late. I’ve been having a tough time lately, please understand if tomorrow’s post isn’t good.


She doesn’t want to discuss her private life but she goes gooey over a baby in the restaurant to the point that I think I see a tear form in her eye, and she does say she may end up moving to New York. “Living in a city! It’s like observing alien life forms to me. I’ve never lived on less than an acre of land.” She’s never really grasped the concept of daytime. “I am nocturnal to the point of insomnia.” And does it freak you out when the dawn starts coming up? “The creeping dread?” she asks, like it’s the name of a mutual friend. “Oh yeah. And by the way, I live next door to roosters that start going at that time. So when you’re still awake, it’s the sonic, age-old message that you’re a complete f***-up.
—  The Conversation: Joanna Newsom by TimesOnline