complete weirdo

astrological signs in love
  • aries: likes to fall deeply in love with incredibly insecure people and have an explosively passionate, yet volatile relationship... but hey at least it's interesting
  • taurus: likes to pretend they're so heartless that they don't even know how to fall in love, fails terribly every time
  • gemini: likes to fall in (and out of) love with anyone and everyone that crosses their path, multiple times a day. confuses all their friends (and themselves tbh) to the point of not even listening when they talk about love
  • cancer: does not like to fall in love, does it very grudgingly, throws adorable temper tantrum when they get called out on it, sulks, repeat
  • leo: falls in love rarely. completely, 100%, OH MY GOD BARBARA CALL THE POLICE stuck in love when they do. painful to watch honestly, but shit it's cute
  • virgo: likes to fall in love with nerds. every. single. time.
  • libra: likes to fall in love way too fast and make a complete fool of their weirdo selves trying to woo their unsuspecting prey (endearing and surprisingly successful)
  • scorpio: likes to bullshit their way through multiple "serious" relationships for years and years until one day they realize that they're in love w their gross best friend... but in a cute way
  • sagittarius: likes to fall in love from afar and watch the object of their desire go about their daily life, hoping senpai will magically notice them in their quiet little world of reflection
  • capricorn: falls madly in love, shows it, "JESUS WHAT HAVE I DONE", terrifies self and lover with erratic, confused behavior, takes it all back, runs away, pines for months, tries to be friends again and act like nothing happened (until alcohol attacks)
  • aquarius: ?? ?!?! ?? ? :) !! ? :(
  • pisces: likes to fall in love with people who have fallen in love with them, basks in love's glow for a few months, realizes they just needed attention, formulates an escape plan

That moment when some blonde weirdo throws broccoli in the crowd

anonymous asked:

I'm learning Japanese (slowly!) and your translations of the actors tweets and videos is really helpful but what is へばなおやちゃん? Kentarou uses it a lot and I can't quite figure out the slang?

Ah hahahhaha… this is what we call Ken-chan’s very special blend of English and Japanese.

If you look at Ken-chan’s other tweets throughout a day, he likes to say things like…

  • おハロー   (oh-ha-rou –> Oh hello) It also sort of sounds like おはよう for ‘good morning,’ too and he usually uses that kind of message in the mornings.
  • おハローございます (oh-ha-rou-go-za-i-ma-su) Now he’s just throwing polite endings onto it.  
  • ババアナイスデー  (ha-ba-na-i-su-de- -> Have a nice day).  This one’s pretty straightforward, it’s just English that he’s written out in Katakana.

へばなおやちゃん  (he-ba-na-o-ya-chan) 
The  へばな  is like the  ババア  from “have a nice day,” he just adjusted the vowel slightly.  The  おやちゃん  is a cutesy form of おやすみ (good night).  

And so I translate it to “Have a nice night!”  

The Bookstore

Hey guys! It’s me again, and I sorta wanted to write a Tom meet-cute because I daydream about those 25/8? This is just soft, fluffy and sweet, I hope you like it!
Author’s note: Tom is my screensaver and I went to Barnes and Noble today and the girl that was ringing me up was really, really nice and we were talking about Marvel because I was buying a comic, (I finally found Spider-Man Blue, three cheers for me!) and she was literally like, “oh my gosh, you and Tom would be super adorable together! I can just see it now!” And I sort of died? So this is just a story branching off of that?
The Bookstore
“Is that your boyfriend?” The saleslady asked, referencing the girl’s phone, as a smile that stretched from ear to ear crossed over her features. “He comes in quite often, has mostly good taste in books, although, sometimes his choices are questionable at best. Likes fantasy and adventure, some good, some not.”
The girl’s eyes widened and her mouth flopped open and shut like a guppy’s as she attempted to stutter out an appropriate response.
Tom Holland was the girl’s screensaver, and no, he most definitely wasn’t her boyfriend because he had no idea that she existed. Even if he had stumbled across her fan account, she’d just be another fan to Tom, maybe she’d even stand out for being an ultimate creep.
“He’s a very polite boy, you’re so lucky! My daughters are only interested in self-obsessed assholes.” The lady began to scan her choices, continuing to rant about her daughter’s apparent bad taste in men.
The girl was still struggling to comprehend her situation. The saleswoman clearly knew Tom, who apparently came in often, as did she, so she couldn’t really say that he wasn’t her boyfriend without looking like an utter and complete weirdo.
Pondering, she bit the inside of her cheek. Their paths had never crosses, so what could be the harm in indulging in a little fantasy? “We’ve been dating since last Spring,” She said, not daring to look into the kind eyes of the saleswoman.
“Ah, I see. I bet you two look absolutely adorable together, maybe turn him onto some high quality literature next time he comes in, eh?” The woman smiled from across the counter, waving the girl’s new Philip Roth books in the air before handing them over.
Reaching for her five purchases, the girl smiled and nodded, “I’ll do my very best!” She called and waved as she left the store.
Over the next few days, Tom wandered back into the bookstore. Navigating his way down the store’s narrow aisles, Tom searched for something that he could read on the plane that he’d inevitably be boarding sometime soon. He paused every so often to pick up a book, glance over the summary on the back, and reshelve it to it’s proper home.
After shuffling down another section, he came across the very same saleswoman who had helped the girl moonlighting as his girlfriend.
“How come you guys never come in together? She knows some good authors, I’m sure she’d love to help broaden your horizons.” The saleswoman said, maintaining her position, crouched over to straighten and tidy the shelves.
Tom looked around, unsure of who the woman was speaking to, because as far as he knew, none of his friends knew about this store. They opted for Barnes and Noble, while he prefered to dig.
“Yes, you. I just met your girlfriend and she’s lovely. Great taste in books.” The woman said again.
Scratching his head, Tom wasn’t exactly sure what to say, so he played along, not wanting to be rude. Surely she must be confusing him with someone else, because he didn’t have a girlfriend to share books with, as much as he’d like one.
“Yeah, we just have different schedules, she’s usually in class when I peruse the bookstore.” Tom said, bending down to help the woman on the floor.
“She’s very cute, and very sweet. It’s nice to see young people reading something that isn’t their twitter feed.” The woman said, taking one last glance at the fixed up shelf, before nodding decisively and standing up.
Tom stood as well, chuckling, “My Dad’s an author, so reading has always been apart of my life.”
“You guys are lovely, let me know if I can be of any help.” The woman began to walk away and Tom shook his head and laughed.
“How do you know that my girl is my girl? We never come in at the same time.” Tom asked suddenly, curiosity leaking into his bloodstream.
“She comes in more often than you, buys more books than you, and you’re her screensaver. It’s quite cute, actually.” The saleslady called out.
There it is, Tom thought, she might be a fan. He couldn’t think of any other reason that he’d be her screensaver. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Tom smirked and picked out not one, but two books. One to leave at the register for her the next time that he came in, and one for him to read while he was on the press tour.
“That is so thoughtful! She’ll love it!” The woman said from behind the cash register, clapping her hands together. “I’ll make sure that she gets it, alright? Wanna put a little message in it, promise I won’t peak! I’ve got a pen right here!” She chirped happily.
“Yeah, alright, I’ll actually do that. Could I please borrow your pen?” Tom asked.
Drawing a heart to conclude the note to his ‘girlfriend’ that he’d never met, he said thank you one to the lady one last time and left the store.
The very next morning, the girl pushed her wallet back into her purse at the bookstore’s register, waiting for the same saleswoman to finish ringing her up.
“Saw your boyfriend yesterday, left a little something for you.” The saleswoman smiled, turning around to sift through the books on display behind her to find Tom’s choice for the girl.
The girl felt the fiery licks of scarlet coloring her skin again. Her hands shook, surely Tom thought that she was a mega, ultra stalker. He’d probably left her a note begging her to kindly fuck off. She wished Mother Earth would swallow her up the same way it did to Sita in ‘The Ramayana.’
“Don’t be embarrassed, silly, it’s endearing.” The woman handed her a book titled, ‘Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair’ by Pablo Neruda. “He’s paid for it, of course, and he left you a little note on the first page. Lent him the pen myself.”
“He really shouldn’t have,” the girl stuttered, her hands almost noticeably shaking as she held the book within her palms.
Inside, Tom had scribbled out,
Seeing as you’re my girlfriend, I thought it was only fitting to leave you at least twenty love poems. Left you a song of despair as well, seeing as we haven’t met yet.
Love always,
Your devoted boyfriend, Tom

“Could I go back and pick one out for him as well?” The girl asked, feeling a tiny bit braver after reading Tom’s cheeky message for her.
“Of course! I love this, I wish more couples did things like this for each other, it’s endearing!” The saleswoman smiled, shutting the register.
After picking out an appropriate novel, she left the store, smiling, blushing and practically gliding on air.
Later that very afternoon, Tom was chased by the overbearing coldness of the afternoon breeze, and his own excitement over whether or not she’d received his present, back into the bookstore.
Not even bothering to look at anything, he came to a halt in front of the saleswoman, who upon seeing him enter, tore through her display to retrieve the novel that she’d left for him.
“Did she get it? Did she like it, I haven’t heard from her yet.” Tom asked, beaming at the woman.
“She loved it! She loved it so much, in fact, that she’s left one for you as well.” She handed him a novel called ‘One Day.’ “She’s left a love note for you as well!”
Tearing the book open, Tom came across her delicate handwriting sprawled in black ink.
Here’s to hoping that I meet you one day.
With all the love in my heart-
Your mystery girlfriend
Fighting the urge to hug the book closer to his chest, Tom made a choice.
“I’m going to go pick her a book out right now, and I’m going to wait right here until she comes back in. I want to give her this one in person.” Tom turned on his heel to search for the perfect book for to give her, when the saleswoman informed him that she’d already been in today.
“Alright then, I’ll be back first thing tomorrow.” Tom blushed, but continued on his way down through the shelves, desperate to find the perfect book for her.
Deciding on ‘You,’ by Caroline Kepnes, Tom paid and left the store, planning to return right when the bookstore opened.
The very next morning, Tom was perched in a cushy, plush chair, obscured by stacks and shelves housing novels, waiting for her. He’d positioned himself perfectly, ensuring that he could see the register at all times, but that the people at the register wouldn’t be able to spot him, unless they knew where he was hiding.
He was completely on edge. Every time the door opened, he’d practically leap to his feet, only to be met with disappointment because mostly everyone who wandered in off the street was either male, or too old to be his mystery girlfriend.
Finally, when Tom had all but lost hope, a girl so otherworldly beautiful that Tom truly debated in his mind whether or not the girl was even a girl, he briefly wondered if she was an ethereal fairy of sorts, floated into the room.
Her hair reflected light the same way that waves in the sea did, and her voice was so soft and warm that it sounded as he imagined his favorite hot drink would taste. She waved hello to the saleswoman before diving into the poetry section, hidden deep within the store.
Jumping to his feet, Tom rushed to finally meet her, rolling the book he planned to give her in between his palms.
Checking his hair one more time, Tom came to a stop next to her.
“Excuse me miss, I was just wondering if you happen to be my mystery girlfriend, who apparently has better taste in books than me?” Tom’s confidence was evaporating as she turned around to face him.
She was even prettier up close and Tom wanted to scratch his own eyes out for beginning the conversation with such a shit line.
Thankfully, she smiled, a strawberry jam colored blush widening across her delicate features. “That would be me, but unfortunately, you’ve caught me off guard and now I don’t have anything to give to you.” Her eyes refused to meet his own for more than a few seconds.
She could barely believe any of this. First, her celebrity crush and her happened to both shop at the same bookstore. Then, he goes along with the charade of being her boyfriend, and even leaves her gifts, and now, he was standing in front of her.
He looked like Prince Charming and her brain was turning to mush.
“Lucky for you, I don’t mind. But, I do have a book for you.” Holding the novel, ‘You,’ out to her, he began to sway from foot to foot, nervous that she’d hate it.
“Funny enough, that’s one of my favorite books,” She laughed, “But are you planning to kill me?” She referenced the plot of ‘You,’ which was more or less a horror story, hardly the conventional romance.
Stuttering, Tom attempted to clear his name. “I just thought it was fitting, seeing as we met in a bookstore, and so did Joe and Beck,” the main characters who become romantically involved in the novel, “And really, I just wanted you to have the line about the mouse in the house.”
“Are you going to get a cat to chase me out?” She teased, and Tom laughed.
“Absolutely not, you’re just all I’ve been thinking about. I wanna know you, and learn from your apparently epic choices in literature.” Tom said, leaning in closer to her.
“Than sit, and I’ll pick you something out?” She questioned, shyly moving to sit on the floor, her arm curled around more than a few options.
The pair scooched into one another one the floor, and the saleswoman watched, smiling from her spot at the register. Her two favorite customers were finally together.
Her eyes twinkled as she turned the radio onto a station that played only love songs.
They read love poems, and love stories together, so it only seemed fair that they listened to only love songs as well.

road trip/adventuring with the twins would include

Originally posted by graysondolandaily


✰ Stopping at little small town diners 

✰ Fighting over who get’s the aux cord

✰ “Y/n no not the puppydog eyes!”

✰ Him eventually giving in to you and giving you full music control

✰Making out at stoplights 

✰ Eating a ton of gas station food

✰Hiking in the desert

✰ Taking candids of each other

✰ Bopping to cudi together
✰ Going surfing any time y’all passed a beach

✰ Tons of polaroids 

✰ Running out of gas a few times, and having to push the car to the gas station together

✰Kayaking together

✰ Playing cute road games together

✰ Dancing like complete weirdos in traffic

✰ “Secret snapping” him, while he’s lost in his own little world driving

✰Holding hands while he drives

✰Beach walks

✰Getting out of the car ever so often to just look at the nature

✰ Having a blast and a half with him


Originally posted by bieberhauntedmysilence

✰Him eating all of your road snacks

✰Finding baby turtles together

✰ car rap battles

✰ hanky panky in the back seat

✰ sleeping under the stars

✰  Stopping at cute little ice cream parlors

✰ Hiking in the mountains

✰ Dirt biking together

✰Ethan somehow getting thrown off his dirtbike 

✰Tree  Climbing

✰getting a great view of shirtless Ethan driving 

✰ Cuddling in the backseat, at night

✰ Him holding your thigh the whole car ride

✰Bumping to The Weeknd together

✰ Wearing Ethans hoodie when it got cold at night

✰ Taking pictures with fans every time you’re spotted

✰ Somehow convincing Ethan to let you drive

✰Ending up in him napping on your shoulder

✰ Stopping for a night and camping 

✰ Tons of pancakes

✰  Also tons of slurpees

✰Vlogging most of the trip

✰Getting completely lost together

✰ Having the time of your life with the best guy you could ask for

Live Stream ♡ Christian Yu

Originally posted by highgrnder

“Ah.. Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.. what a gorgeous girl.”

Christian was live streaming once again and I was currently at a shoot getting my necessities together before leaving. I received the Instagram notification and decided to see what my soon to be man had to offer. 

A lot of people figured we were together because of what we post via Instagram, and Twitter. We were just two individuals obviously in love with each other but too afraid to take action. We acted like a couple, that’s for sure. I met Christian when Dabin was searching for a certain someone for his ‘RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW’ music video, and he just so happened to be paired up with my very best friend. 

“Who is Y/N?” Christian repeated from a fan who commented.

“She’s a friend of mine. Such an appealing girl.. ridiculously stunning, and over all just a great catch.”

You’d have to be stupid to not realize how intrigued he was. Not a day goes by of him not expressing his genuine feelings to poor little Dabin about you.

“I’ve hung out with her plenty of times, and not a second goes by where I’m not completely fantasized by her damn beauty of a smile. I swear she’s got to be Santa’s little present to me or something,” Christian grinned before placing his chin on his balanced fist. 

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the one with the coffee shop.

Remus Lupin likes books. Old books with dog-eared pages so thin the ink shows through in sunlight. He likes paper back copies of Penguin Classics and out-of-the-way armchairs in dimly lit coffee shops just far enough off campus that no one knows him. He likes coffee with cream and leaf-like patterns in the foam. He likes his thick knit jumper that overflows over his delicate torso, the colour of fresh autumn drizzle. He likes breathing against the glass of the window and drawing funny faces. He likes absentmindedly doodling swirls on his napkin as he reads. He likes highlighting in orange. He likes slipping his boots off and tucking his legs up into his chair. He likes the warmth when it’s cool, and the cool when it’s warm. He doesn’t like Sirius Black.

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control [jeremy h. x squipped!reader]

aka “i wanna impress my dorky crush bc he’s rly cute and im awkward.”

alright taking off my usual bold for authors notes because i gotta so:

here’s some notes about some shit that’ll be relevant:

squipped!reader has “The SQUIP’s text, which is all in bold only,” but sometimes will have “Regular quotes surrounding it” - which stands for something the SQUIP is making the reader say (but that will always be accompanied by some sort of clarification to avoid confusion, i promise)

there’s also “Regular speech” from the reader, but also “their thoughts directed toward the SQUIP” which are in both bold and italics

there u go.

quick reminder: if anything bothers you, absolutely just come to me and talk to me about it. if i need to fix anything, tag anything, do anything - just tell me.

warning: considering reader is squipped, there’s a bit of abuse from said SQUIP. shocks, manipulation - stuff like that (similar to what jeremy faced in the musical)

    Jeremy Heere was in four of your classes. Four. In two of them he sat a few desks in front of you by some random seating order, in one he sat right next to you, and in one he was cross the room. It was bad enough having one class with him, since you’d grow flustered and your palms would get sweaty and you would immediately become tongue-tied the moment you had to say anything to him - but four classes? Someone was out to get you, and you were pretty positive about it. It was pretty difficult to not glance his way in hopes that maybe he was looking at you during math - where he sat right next to you and sometimes asked if he could borrow your calculator because wow he forgot it again and you either stuttered out your apology or shove it in his direction and pray you knew how to do math good enough with a calculator. In english he sat desks away, and sometimes would whisper shit to Michael Mell and sometimes he’d get detention for it, and you heard him in chemistry talk about Christine Canigula a few times to Michael whenever they were away from prying ears - and you never intended on listening, it just sort if happened but you refused to say anything to anyone because wow what a creep listening to other people’s conversations wow.

    So you kept your head down and prayed that maybe you could work up the courage to talk to Jeremy - or maybe Michael, because maybe if you talked to Michael you could talk to Jeremy and it wouldn’t be so awkward right, because then you’d know Michael and Michael wouldn’t be a third wheel or something - not that he’d ever be a third wheel because you and Jeremy were just a dream and it would never happen, even if you kinda wondered what it would feel like to be in his arms sometimes but that was just thoughts that happened sometimes and only sometimes and you totally didn’t miss a couple of notes in your history class because you were thinking about Jeremy and how he was kind of cute because he fell asleep.

    Fuck, you were kind of creepy weren’t you. Sixteen years old and a complete weirdo, yep, totally - no wonder Jeremy never really talked to you. You picked at your nails and you retreated into oversized shirts and into your hoodies and pretended that you weren’t there because school is hell. Hell, you were used to not really being the cool, popular kid - you’d always been a bit of a loner, really, and luckily enough, rumors didn’t really fly about you and you weren’t even a blip on the radar. Meanwhile, Jeremy was… different. He was a bit of a geek and kind of tall so he stood out a bit more than you tended to.

    You weren’t complaining. You saw the shit people gave Jeremy - a certain short bully calling him ‘tall-ass’ for one - and you wished you could find it in you to stand up and tell them all to fuck off. But you weren’t a blip on the radar. You were unseen and you didn’t have much of a problem with it, so you kept your mouth shut and let the regrets stew in your mind.

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  • Peter: Did you write this?
  • Tony: You mustn't read that. Physics must seem terribly fatuous now.
  • [Tony walks out of the room]
  • Steve: [to Peter] Complete weirdo, my husband, but happens to be a genius. I could never bear to argue with him. I'm something of a moron myself. But he's unbelievably hot.
A little push from the universe. (part 1)


Author’s note: so this is just a quick little scenario I came up with because I drank a little too much champagne and when alcohol flows through my veins, the beauty that is Kang Daniel keeps popping up from my subconscious. So there you are. I know the last 2 scenarios I’ve posted were pretty short but I’m slowly getting back into it. Don’t hesitate to send in requests!

Genre: neighbors!AUfluff kinda, cringe a lil bit, very soft cursing

Word count: 923.

Summary: Ever since your boyfriend broke up with you, your mind had been elsewhere. But when you forget your keys and have no way to enter your apartment, the cute neighbor makes you forget about everything.

Originally posted by wooijn

          “I swear to god.” There you were. Stuck outside your apartment. Again. It wasn’t even the first time. That week. Lately, you had been so out of it, you couldn’t seem to remember to take your keys with you before leaving the apartment. You couldn’t even seem to remember to put on your shoes before leaving your place. Ever since your boyfriend had broken up with you because “I love you so much but… I just love her more” you couldn’t seem to catch a break. And so there you were again, stuck on the other side of the door, locked outside of your apartment. You cursed at yourself, at your ex and at your roommate for being out all night long. She had told you beforehand you’d have the entire apartment to yourself. Which made you ecstatic. Apparently, she needed some alone time with her boyfriend and he did just move into his new apartment. You were expecting a nice relaxing night. Just you, some nice jazz music and a warm bath. But the universe had decided otherwise. Your back against the cold, uninviting door to your apartment, you slid all the way to the floor, staring at your phone waving you goodbye as your battery died in front of your eyes. The universe had decided to fuck you over. 

          And that’s when you heard him arrive. From the corner of your eye, you saw a tall figure approach, clumsily trying to open the door to the apartment next to you. You could feel the tall man’s eyes on you, the pity he had to be feeling for you seeping through your bones. You felt like you had to explain yourself. Or at least try to get yourself out of this situation. You propped yourself back up, slowly moving towards the blond haired man as you saw his tall figure freeze in an instant. You moved towards him, stopping about three steps away from him. “Hi.” you realized this might have just been the most awkward introduction you had ever graced anyone with but you couldn’t really help it. Let’s say you didn’t know anything about your neighbor except for the fact that he: 1. was extremely handsome 2. was an amazing dancer (you had once seen him with a group of friends perform on the street) 3. he seemed to make the few women he took home very happy. And as you stood a few meters away from him you couldn’t help but remember their voices. You couldn’t help but remember those high-pitched screams, desperately crying out for his name like he was some sort of god who’d only grant them orgasms once they’d screamed his names enough times. You shook the thought and tried to cover the slight blush crawling up your cheeks. “Hi, so sorry to bother you, I promise I’m not some creep, I just got locked out and my roommate is at her boyfriend’s house because she hasn’t seen him in way too long and my phone also just died and I literally have no way of getting into my apartment so I was just wondering if I could borrow your phone to call her and piss her off by asking her to drop off her keys. Maybe. Please. I’m begging.” You spoke so fast you weren’t even sure he understood a single thing you said but then you saw that half-smile grace his face and you started to relax. You may have been a complete weirdo but at least you made him smile so it couldn’t be all that bad, right? He reached into his pocket and handed you his phone. It wasn’t locked with any kind of password, which kind of shocked you. You thought that a guy like him probably had a lot of secrets to hide from all the girls he was seeing but maybe, just maybe, he simply was a straightforward kinda guy.

          You called up your roommate and explained the situation. She cursed at you. A lot. And then she told you to figure it out yourself. “Just ask the neighbor to sleep at his place. Surely a good fuck couldn’t possibly hurt you.” You handed him the phone back as the monotone beeping kept ringing in your ear after your roommate hung up on you. Shit. you whispered to yourself. The tall blonde seemed to catch that as he raised an eyebrow and you explained the whole situation. Your explanation made him erupt in laughter as he shoved his phone in his back pocket, finally opening up the door to his apartment. You had omitted the last part about your roommate casually urging you to sleep at his place in order to get a good fuck and opted to simply mention her insane idea of letting her best friend enter some stranger’s house which earned a low chuckle from him. He stepped inside, leaving you in the hallway for a couple of seconds before his head popped back outside, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “Well, aren’t you going to come in?” Your eyes widen slightly as you stood there frozen in place before suddenly your body started to move before you had even made a decision. As the door to his apartment closed behind you, you were left with a feeling of excitement and apprehension. Maybe the universe wasn’t trying to fuck you over after all.

Is Anyone Else-

Okay with bodily fluids but finds soggy dishes/food DISGUSTING? Plucking maggots out of a crusty wounds? No problem. Lancing a juicy pus-filled abscess? Sure! Cleaning up diarrhea or vomit with worms in it? I can do that. Getting splattered with blood during surgery? Not an issue. But touching soggy food in my kitchen sink? Noooooooooo no no no no. EWWWWWWWWW

Am I a complete weirdo or what?

1 -15 Dialogue Prompts and Mini Announcement

A: How long have you loved her?
B: Have I missed something? What are you going on about?
A: How long have you loved her?
B: Loved who? Your the only person I lo…
A: Cut the bullshit, I see how you look at her.

A: Look! Please just wait, I’m trying to talk to you
B: Oh trust me, you’ve got the talking down, just not the listening

A: He thinks I’m a complete weirdo now doesn’t he?
B: Who cares what he thinks anyway?
A: Me! You know how I feel about him. And now he thinks I’m fucking crazy
B: Yeah well crazy is cute. I should know

A: What is, where am I, wait what? I don’t understand!
B: Hey hey hey, calm down. Look your fine. Ssh, look your okay. You just needed time to come around, you took a hard hit.
A: Am I… Is this your bed?

A: Do you ever listen to that little voice in your head? You know … The one that tells you that acting like a complete asshole all the time might not be the best idea?
B: The same one that tells you to smile at people and not growl at little children?
A: That’s the one
B:Nah! It gave up on me by the time I was 7 and moved out.

A: Come with me! You know you can’t live without me.
B: I don’t know who you think you are, but go ride off into your imaginary sunset with somebody else. I’m not going anywhere

A: Right! I’m fully prepared! I have three planned escape routes, a long list of excuses to leave, 10 pre-prepared conversation starters and an article from wikihow on ‘How not to be an asshole"
B: *chuckles* A! Your meeting my parents, relax.
A: I don’t have a code word. I need a code word! WHY DON’T WE HAVE A CODE WORD?

A: Don’t you dare! Don’t even think about it! I’m serious B…
B: Oops *smirks and tips bucket of water over A’s head*

A: Why won’t you let me in? I don’t get it.
B: I wouldn’t expect you to understand.
A: B?
B: Let’s just say I didn’t grow up in happy clappy princess land like you did.

A: (whispering to B) I’m going to kill her. I’m going to rip her pretty little head off of her pretty little…
B: (whispering to A) Come on calm down. It’s not that bad. Calm down. Look it’s fine…C is leaving anyway
C: ( kisses D)
B: Well shit
A: (to B) hold my hoops I’m going in (takes out ear rings) LISTEN UP BITCHES!

A: Oh I’m sorry B, I forgot I wasn’t good enough for you.
B: A, that’s bullshit! How can you even think like that
A: And I’m sorry I’m never going to be the cookie cutter boyfriend for your perfect little life.
B: you know better than anyone my life is far from perfect

A: B! Open this door right now, I’m not letting you wallow in self pity any longer
B: I’m really not in the mood. Can you just leave me al…
A: B, you can either let me in or I can keep ringing your doorbell until C answers. I don’t think they’ll be too happy at being woken up at 3 in the morning.
B: A! Come on don’t you dare.
A: *rings doorbell* *rings it again*

A: I need you stop biting your lip like that
B: You what?
A: Seriously, it’s like you’re purposely trying to sabotage my attempts to forget that I’m completely in love with you.
B: Hold on, rewind a little. Did you just say you loved me?
A:Shit! Fuck! Did I just say that out loud?

A: * carrying B bridal style* I told you those shoes were a bad idea
B: You know the only reason I chose to wear the tallest pair of heels I could find, was so that you would have no choice but to carry my home
A: You sneaky little sh…
B: *interrupting A* sugar plum fairy!

A: Hey asshole, stop being a dick and come help me with this
B: Anything for the whiny little brat *kisses A’s forehead*
C: (to D) Is something seriously wrong with them or is this how regular people show affection

Little announcement everybody! I’m going to start writing imagines! It was requested from a couple of people so I’m going to start small and work my way up from there. So if you want to request an imagine the prompts are down bellow (I’ll also do any other prompt on the lists I made <3). Thank you lovelies!

anonymous asked:

Hey! I happened upon your blog last night and I looovvvee your work! You have an amazing talent - please continue this! I was wondering if you could write a piece about Sirius befriending a shy girl as Padfoot and then falling in love with her when you have the time. Super fluffy!!!

This is a bit rushed but oh well, hope you like it!


Sirius took a drag of his cigarette, his eyes fluttering closed with relief as the smoke billowed from his lips and out of the dormitory window he’d cracked open. He was filled with a tangle of turbulent emotions and the bitter taste was the only thing numbing the pain.

Merlin’s beard, he was a child.

His brother was a kid- barely fifteen, and he was already getting involved with known death eaters. Sirius had been trying to warn him, reason with him, but Reg had just shrugged him off, and soon the partaking of words had turned into the spitting of insults. Sirius had never meant for it to end like this, and his hand shook with barely concealed anger and hurt as he took another drag. If Reg refused to listen to him then fine, he could screw up his own life.

“For God’s sake, Sirius.” He hadn’t even heard Remus enter the room, but he could hear the irritation in the quieter boys voice. “I told you not to smoke in here. It stinks the place out.”

Sirius didn’t even bother to turn around; he gazed distantly at the afternoon sky, feeling emotionless and detached.

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Woman - Pink Series pt. 4

Here’s part four! I’m having so much fun with this and can’t believe it’s almost halfway done already! I hope you enjoy, this one’s pretty painful, but love makes us do crazy things, I suppose. 

Word Count: ~5k

Enjoy! .xx -M

Harry doesn’t know why he does it, he really has no idea. Whether he understands it or not though, he still finds himself driving to Vincent’s at 8 o’clock on Friday night. He’d called earlier too, really planning this out, and asked for a table towards the back with a little privacy. It’s not creepy, he keeps telling himself. It’s totally normal to follow your best friend while she goes on a first date. Totally normal and okay. He tries to convince himself that he’s doing it to make sure she’s okay, that this Connor guy isn’t a total creep, that he takes care of her and isn’t rude. And if he is, Harry will be there to diffuse the situation, to make sure Y/N is safe, and protected. Really, he’s doing her a favor, isn’t he?

When he arrives, he heads straight towards the back, a lovely waitress leading him on his way and looking far too nervous, but he seems to have that effect on people. When he takes his seat, he thanks his lucky stars that this position is perfect and gives him an amazing view of the entire restaurant. He tries to distract himself with his phone, trying to force himself to ignore the fact that he’s being a complete weirdo by doing this. He’s never been so desperate, head over heels for someone that he’s become obsessive. He’s seemingly got the entire world at his feet, any number of impossibly beautiful people ready and willing to be with him, and yet, he’s caught up on you, the person who he thinks is the most wonderful in the world, but that many don’t pay a passing glance. And maybe that’s what drives him so wild, how excessively underappreciated you are by the rest of the world. Sure, the girls who get so much attention are lovely, but to him, they pale in comparison with you, and the attention they receive is so over-the-top, he doesn’t understand it at all. You exist in this world, so sweet, and kind, and beautiful, and talented, and compassionate, caring, the list goes on, and yet you struggle just to get some random dude from work to pay you attention. If only you knew what you meant to him, Harry thinks, but pushes the thought from his mind. He’s in no place to think about winning you over right now, he understands that. He can’t risk everything the two of you have, just on the off-chance that you’ll feel the same way. He might want you more than he’s ever wanted anything, but he’s not an idiot, he can do a simple risk versus reward calculation and come to the conclusion that having you in his life in this capacity is worth more to him than anything and he’s not willing to jeopardize that. Then why the fuck was he here, spying on your date?

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Does anyone else have this issue where they can’t eat something all the way? No matter if it’s a whole (generously heaped) plate of food or a burger, I will, almost without fail, always leave:
1 (one) spoonful in the plate
1 (one) mouthful rewrapped up in foil/paper/etc.

You’d know which burger/sandwich was mine, because it’s this tiny chunk that could be eaten in one or two bites, but it’s sitting in the fridge, wrapped-up, because I can’t.

To be, or not to be...

Something else interesting to note about Sherlock and Molly, and who they ‘pretend’ to be in the real world:

Sherlock only likes himself when he’s something he’s not.  When he’s dressed up in his detective identity.  He hates himself, or is terribly uncomfortable, as anything else.

Molly is only not herself one time in the series, during the Christmas episode.  She dressed up in a ‘costume’, to try and be something she really wasn’t.  It’s the only time we see her look completely and utterly uncomfortable.

In TEH, when Sherlock shyly asks Molly to come and participate in a case with him, she asks him what John usually does.  By this point, Sherlock knows Molly.  He remembers the last time she was at 221B, trying so hard to be someone she wasn’t, for him.  This time, he makes sure she knows all he wants is for her to be herself. “You’re not being John, you’re being yourself.”

Molly is only comfortable when she’s herself.  Something I think Sherlock admires greatly about her.

Sherlock is never comfortable, never okay when he’s himself…except when he’s with Molly.

Sherlock trusting Molly enough to be himself with her is in itself a kind of love. It’s not an everyday romantic kind of love, but I think for Molly, it’s worth far more than any dinner date or night at the pub.  To her, it’s pure diamonds.