darlin' can we go all the way

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Six

Summary: You have to break the news to Jared and, later, Genevieve. At a convention, Jared lets slip some information that gets you into an uncomfortable situation.
Jared x Reader (mentioned Jared x Gen, Jared x Reader x Gen), Genevieve, Jensen, Kathryn Newton (brief Matt and Rich)
Words: 6.2k+
Warnings: pregnancy, hella drama/angst, self-deprecating reader, uncomfortable confrontations
Beta: @blacksiren

IKYW Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

You had to get through another four hours of filming before you would get a chance to talk to Jared alone.

You apologised to the make-up team when you went back into the trailer, your face blotchy from being sick and your make-up ruined from crying.

The whole time you were on set, your mind was elsewhere. Specifically, you were wondering how to tell Jared that you were carrying his illegitimate, unplanned child.

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“Root,” Shaw hisses, her mouth hidden behind a flute of champagne.  


“What are you doing?” she whisper-growls.

Shaw can see exactly what Root’s doing since she’s splayed out on a couch a few feet in front of her. There’s a redhead on the couch reclining towards Root, hand caressing Root’s leg while Root playfully twirls her hair.  Meanwhile, an extremely sexy brunette with piercing eyes sits on the floor in front of Root casually resting her head on her crossed hands, practically up Root’s skirt.

Root and Shaw are in the back room of Hedonism, a sex-club, waiting for their number to show up.  They’re not sure if she’s the victim or perpetrator or what she’s involved with. 

“We’re on a mission,” Shaw reminds Root, voice low and dangerous.

“mmmmm…”  Root smiles seductively at the redhead and turns her head slightly.  “She’ll tell me when the number arrives, Sameen.  It’s a club; let go a little sweetie.”

While Shaw watches, Root spreads her legs slightly and the redhead slots between them, her head practically at Root’s breasts.  With the shift, the brunette slides a hand under Root’s dress, settling on her thigh.

Shaw can see Root’s eyes turning to dark pools of desire, her breath shallow, nipples hard through her dress.  Root dips her head towards the redhead, capturing her lips with her teeth, teasing with her tongue.  She can hear Shaw grinding her teeth through her earpiece but ignores her.   She whispers something to the redhead and Shaw sees her pupils dilate in response.  Root bends down and lightly kisses the brunette at her feet, before she stands.  The women watch Root walk away but stay by the couch.

Root walks over to Sameen, who’s leaning so hard into the bar, Root’s surprised the wood hasn’t cracked. The bartender immediately appears, giving Root a flirtatious wink.  “What can I get your gorgeous?” 

“Moscow Mule darlin’,” Root smirks.

Shaw rolls her eyes and scowls.  “If you’re not going to…”

Root turns to face Shaw, a serious look in her eyes.  She places a fingertip on Shaw’s lips.  “Sameen, this is normally the part where you say it’s all about the mission and I flirt and you shut me down.  We take down the number and go our own ways.”  Shaw opens her mouth, but can’t seem to come up with something to say so Root continues.

“That’s not going to happen tonight.  I’ve wanted you since the day we’ve met.  You know what I want and I’ve given you plenty of time to think about it.  Here are your options tonight: you can watch while I let that brunette eat me out while the redhead sucks on my nipples and bites my neck while I fuck her, or you can walk away, or you can take their place.”

Shaw’s eyes are deadly still.  “You let them touch you and there will never be anything between us.”  Root shrugs with less concern than she feels.  “What exactly is it you think I’m offering Sameen?” Root grins playfully.  Shaw doesn’t blink and doesn’t answer.  Root shrugs again.  “There’s nothing between us now anyway; isn’t that right Shaw?”

Root smiles at the bartender and chugs her drink, wipes an elegant finger along her lip slowly, then sucks it dry.  She gives Shaw one last look before walking away.

anonymous asked:

s/o saving soldier 76, hanzo, and mccree from a tight spot where the guys are being held hostage?

Gotta love badass s/o’s. I know I do.


Soldier 76

  • It’s rare that he’s caught in these situations but it still happens
  • Feigns calmness but is actually hella worried for two reasons:
  • A) Anyone who’s able to capture him is really good at their job; realy good
  • B) He knows you’re going to do everything in your power to get him back and he doesn’t want you to get hurt
  • You’re smart, though, so you come with backup
  • Meaning a small army with a big arsenal
  • While all hell breaks loose, you sneak in to find and free him
  • He fusses over you a bit
  • “Jack, dear, I love that you care so much but we’re in the middle of a miniature turf war. Kick ass now, fuss later.”
  • You toss him his gun and it’s game on
  • Afterwards, fussing continues, along with bandaging each other up, chatting and smooches, and ending with cuddles


  • Let’s face it, he just gets into all kinds of trouble because he’s an asshole sometimes
  • So you’ve always been saving his ass from his stupid shenanigans
  • However, him being held hostage is a completely different situation
  • You go all into stealth mode to break into wherever Jesse’s being held, which you find out easily through your own personal contacts
  • No one kicks ass like someone looking for their dumbass boyfriend
  • Fuck ransoms, you’ll break necks and take names instead
  • It doesn’t take long and McCree’s just waiting when you get there, a little roughed up but with the usual confident grin
  • “Aw, darlin’, I knew you’d come.”
  • “Yes, pepper me with compliments while you can, because when we get home you’re going have to explain how you got your ass into this situation when we get home and I’m pretty sure I won’t like any answer you give me.”
  • Despite the mild irritation you get from seeing that shit-eating grin, you’re greatly relieved to see that Jesse’s okay
  • Playful bickering and banter all the way home, along with the occasional smooch and you letting the tired, battered McCree lean on your shoulder


  • It’s happened before when he was younger and still a part of the Shimada mafia clan
  • So he’s not super surprised or worried about the situation; he knows that he’ll get out one way or another
  • You, on the other hand, are worried shitless
  • Luckily, Hanzo’s not the only one with money via family, so you easily pay off the set ransom
  • When he gets back to you, you fuss all over him and make sure he’s okay
  • When his good health is confirmed, then you two start going over the details of the situation Hanzo was in and knew captured him
  • Then you plot to hunt them down (once those cuts on Hanzo’s pretty face heal, of course) and give those assholes just what they deserve
  • Two against twenty
  • You guys can take them down easy and then go out to dinner

Sami Zayn x Reader

This is a part of Angst Monday I started with @rabidwrestlingfan

This one his heavily inspired by the songs ‘November Rain’ 'Don’t cry’ by Guns'n'Roses and 'Crash’ by Sum 41


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Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

Nothing lasts forever
We both know hearts can change
We’ve been through this such a long long time
Just tryin’ to kill the pain

But lovers always come and lovers always go
And no one’s really sure who’s lettin’ go today
Walking away

If we could take the time
To lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin’ that you were mine
So if you want to love me
Then darlin’ don’t refrain

Sometimes I need some time…on my own
Sometimes I need some time…all alone

And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain
I know that you can love me
When there’s no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way

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Intro: So this is for @outside-the-government‘s birthday challenge!  Happy Birthday, love!  Hope it’s a great one!

My prompt was: “What I really need right now is for you to tell me to get my shit together.”

Pairing: Bones x reader

Word Count: 1,463 (shortish and sweet)

Summary: When you found out Leonard was leaving to go travel around space, you weren’t exactly thrilled, but you took it in stride.  But now that he is leaving next week, the tension starts to build and you really would rather not see him go.  Will you let your guts spill even knowing that he is leaving in a week?  

A/N: So I totally forgot about this challenge until yesterday (sorry Jules) and so I was hunting for ideas throughout the day.  Now, I preface this with the fact that I am currently obsessed with the In The Heights soundtrack (Lin-Manuel Miranda’s first musical) and have been watching videos of it on youtube.  My current favourite right now is “Champagne” and that’s where the idea for this fic comes from.  If you click on the link below you can see that I followed the general outline of the song, and even used some of the same lines because I thought it was that good.  But I didn’t think Leonard was much of a champagne drinker so that’s why this one is called “Whiskey”. 


If you’re confused why I used the line: “How do I get this black shit off?” - watch the video, you’ll see why. 

ALSO: I don’t know if half of the dialogue makes sense so excuse any mistakes or weird exchanges.  I’m really tired. 


The paper bag in your hand crinkled as you made your way across the clinic, spotting Leonard across the busy room in his scrubs and white lab coat.   He looked up as you approached, giving you a small smile as he finished up talking with a nurse and turned to you. 

“Y/N?  What brings you to my neck of the woods?  I thought hospitals freaked you out.” 

You tipped your head, “They do, but I bought us a little present to share tonight for getting through our exams and thought I’d surprise you with a ride home.”

He hissed through his teeth before pursing his lips, “I’m sorry, Y/N, I still have patients to see, it’s going to be at least a couple of hours…”

“You’re usually done your day by now…” You looked at your watch.

“I know, but it’s been hell in here today, I just have to finish up a few things.”

“Can’t you get someone else to do it?  You’ve worked nearly every day this week.  You deserve a break.” You chastised, but your heart dropped when he shook his head. 

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.  I understand.” You suddenly felt the urge to cry as you stared into his oh-so-familiar hazel eyes and you started to back away, “I’ll see you back at my place later?  We can celebrate then.”

“Y/N, wait.  I didn’t mean to upset you.”  He took a couple steps to follow you in your retreat. 

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Originally posted by jonmoxlcy


Typically I am a man of few words, but Darlin there’s something I must confess. I’m in love baby. I’m in love with you. Darlin you driving me crazy with your beautiful body and you carefree personality. It’s smoking hot, the way you present yourself. Always looking more beautiful by the day.

This letter is certainly full of confessions. But when I first laid eyes on you darlin’ I was petrified. All the other guys wanted ya and I thought I was never get the chance.  You could have anyone you wanted but I noticed ya eyeing me up and down. Which is why I decided to write ya a letter. So perhaps we can go out on a date or something.

Text me Darlin’ and we’re go for a wild ride.

Jon x

Stranger Things Have Happened

Requested by: @baleesi

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#83 - “Is it bad that I really want to kiss you right now?”
#85 - “Why do you always have to be such an asshole?”


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Hello Walls
Willie Nelson
Hello Walls

Hello walls,
How’d things go for you today?
Don’t you miss her
Since she up and walked away?
And I’ll bet you dread to spend another lonely night with me
But lonely walls, I’ll keep you company.

Hello window,
Well, I see that you’re still here
Aren’t you lonely
Since our darlin’ disappeared?
Well look here, is that a teardrop in the corner of your pane?
Now don’t you try to tell me that’s it’s rain.

She went away and left us all alone the way she planned
Guess we’ll have to learn to get along without her if we can

Hello ceiling,
I’m gonna stare at you a while
You know I can’t sleep
So won’t you bear with me a while?
We gotta all stick together or else I’ll lose my mind
I got a feelin’ she’ll be gone a long, long time


Warning: Smut!

°You lose your virginity to Happy

Being a virgin and dating Happy Lowman, the Tacoma Killer was some what frustrating.

I knew what I wanted from our relationship and so far, he’d been everything that I’d asked for.

We’ve been together for 4 months and it has been the most difficult 4 months ever!

You see, it’s me completely over thinking every damn thing. I was worried that if we had sex that it would change for the worst.

There was no doubt that Happy would have mercy on me and be slow and careful even though that seemed completely out of character for him.

“I’m not a savage.” He told me the night that I dropped the bomb about being a virgin.

“I like it rough sometimes, doesn’t mean I’ll hurt you.”

He had some questions for me and I answered them honestly, “Do you even know anything about sex?”

I scoffes, “I’m not a dumbass. I’ve read anything from smutty romance books to medical books.”

He raised a brow, “Is that all?”

I blushed a deep crimson. Clearing my throat, I put some hair behind my ear.

“No… I’ve watched pornos and I’ve…”

Happy leaned forward, “You’ve what, baby girl?”

He liked making me squirm and when I finally caught on, I squinted my eyes and smacked him with a pillow.

He laughed, leaning away from me and grabbing my arm, “I just want to hear you say it.”

“Asshole.” I smiled.

He wound his finger in a circle, telling me to get on with it.

I heaved a sigh, giving him what he wanted.

“I’ve masturbated.”

That’s when things shifted for us. He pulled me onto his lap and growled, “Hmmm, I’d pay to see that.”

Biting my lip, I replied, “You wouldn’t have to pay.”

He licked at my lips, “I get a discount?”

I snapped my teeth at him, the horniness making me feel on edge with his teasing.

“Maybe… depends on what you’re offering.”

He lifted his hips, his hard on rubbing against my crotch, “How about 9 inches of rock hard dick?”

Just imagining it, made my eyes roll.

“9 inches?” I whispered.

He nodded, kissing my chin.

“Sweet Jesus in low rise jeans.”

Happy busted out laughing, the sexually charged atmosphere calming considerably.

“I’ll be right here, waiting for you baby girl. You just let me know when and I’ll have that cherry popped in no time.”

Happy really was a sweetheart despite what he did for the club.

“What if I’m ready now?” I asked, but he knew better.

He tsked, bringing my mouth down for a sweet kiss, “I can tell you’re not ready.”

I waited for him to continue.

Placing his hands on my shoulders, he dug his fingers in gently, the knots in my muscles not giving way.

“You’re too tense and you have this look on your face that you get when you over think shit.”

I fell over to the side from his lap, “Damnit, you’re good.”

“You have no idea.”
That’s what led us here today. Everything was normal, for the most part.

I’d gotten a call from Gemma, telling me to come by the clubhouse. Happy had gotten hurt.

I raced from downtown to TM, rushing inside once I was parked.

Chibs shifted his head towards me, beckoning me over with a nod of his head.

“Listen Darlin’. I need ye to go wash up and help hold this together so we can get Hap fully patched up, yeah?”

I watched Happy, the sight of all the blood, making me light headed.

“Baby girl?” Happy growled out, wincing in pain.

I shook my head, “Yeah, I heard you. Be right back.”

I was drying my hands when Chibs nodded to the gloves.

Slipping on a pair, I stood in front of Happy, holding together the wound like Chibs instructed.

Happy rested his head on my stomach, his hands resting on my thighs.
I was quiet on the way back to my place. Hap sat in the passenger seat, watching me.

I looked out of the corner of my eye, “What?”

“You okay?” He asked.

I inhaled through my nose, exhaling out of my mouth, “Yeah… just all that blood.”

“Head wounds bleed more.”

I snorted, breaking the tension, “I gather.”

I parking the car at my house. Happy got out, waiting for me at the nose of my car.

Once inside, I directed him back to my bedroom and bathroom.

“I’ll get you a towel.”

Happy peeled his shirt off, giving me a gruff thanks.

After placing the towel on the closed toilet lid, I went to the kitchen to make something light to eat.
A throat clearing had me looking up.

Happy stood there, his chest wet and the towel wrapped around his waist.

I instantly drooled at the sight of his tattoos being on display. I watched as some water droplets ran their way down his torso to the V cut.

He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, “You’re mean, you know that?”

He walked over to me, taking the knife out of my hand. Boxing me in with his arms, he had me trapped and this was one prison I didn’t mind being in.

“You can touch me.” He said, his voice dripping sex.

“If I do that, I won’t be able to stop.” I told him honestly.

He tilted my chin up, “You want me?”

I groaned, my core aching with the need to feel him. “Yes, really fuckin’ bad.”

He held his arms out, “I’m right here, baby girl.”

I pulled him closer to me by the knot on the towel, “Kiss me.” I whispered.

Cupping my cheek, he nuzzled his nose against mine to tip my head back a little to lay his lips on mine.

Our lips were quiet as we kissed, tilting our heads in different directions to change the kiss.

Our tounges battled one another, slipping and sliding. I surprised Happy by sucking on the tip of his tounge, making him grunt.

Happy broke away from my lips, running his down my jaw and to my neck where he nipped at me and tounged away the sting.

I ran my hand down his chest, cupping the bulge that made the towel tent. One squeeze of his hardness and I was ready to come.

“I need you, Hap.” I gasped, as I pulled my lips from his.

Happy unbuttoned my pants, letting me pull them and my panties off. He helped with my shirt and had my bra off like the pro he was.

Pulling out a chair from the table, Happy sat in it, peeling away the towel. His member bounced slightly when the edge of the towel moved over it.

I licked my lips, wanting to taste him.

He shook his head, “Another time for that, baby. I won’t last.”

He crooked his finger at me.

Patting the table he said, “Sit here.”

“The kitchen? Really Happy?” I blushed at the thought.

He was pushing the righy buttons, but I was still slightly embarrassed.

“Yes, really.”

Hesitantly, I went to the table and sat on the edge.

Happy pulled two more chairs near us, placing each of my feet on the chairs.

Gripping himself, he began to stroke, “Show me how you wanna be touched, baby.”

Shyly, I ran my hand down my stomach and over my mound. Propping my feet on my tip toes, I leaned back, dipping my middle finger between my lips, spreading the wetness.

“Damn…” Happy moaned.

“Hap,” I said, tilting my head back as I rubbed my clit.

Happy stood, the chair screeching against the tile. He held himself with one hand and taking the other to bring my hand up to his mouth.

Taking my finger between his lips, he sucked my middle digit clean.

I gasped, so ready for him.

Taking the helmet of his length, he moved it up and down between my lower lips, coating it in our juices.

He laid his hardness on my mound, holding it slightly as I moved my hips up and down the length of him.

Though he wasn’t in me, just the feel of him was enough to bring me to the edge.

“Fuck, Hap… Please.” I begged.

He placed himself at my entrance, moving his hips back and forth slowly, entering me at the slowest pace.

Once he was met with resistance, he waited.

“Just do it.” I moaned.

Happy pulled out, leaving the head in me and snapped his hips forward, breaking through my hymen.

I whimpered at the pain, throwing my arm over my eyes.

“Shhh, it’s alright Y/N.” Happy said, moving my arm from my face.

A couple tears fell from my eyes as I breathed through the stinging sensation.

He kept his hips completely still, leaning forward to kiss me slowly.

Resting his forehead on mine, he cupped my cheek with one hand, while the other circled one of my nipples.

“Alright, baby?”

“Yeah…” I whispered.

He kissed down my neck and lifted a heavy breast once he reached my chest.

He moaned as he nipped and sucked at the puckered flesh.

I looked down, watching as his tounge peeked out, flicking at my rose colored nipple.

Carefully, I rolled my hips, the stinging finally subsiding.

He dropped my breast, slamming his hands down onto the table.

“Goddamn, you’re so tight…” Happy groaned.

We both finally had a decent pace going, but I wanted him to let go. I didn’t care that this was my first time.

A sweat broke out on his brow and I knew he was holding back quite a bit.

“Hap, just fuck me.”

He paused, breathing hard, “Is that what you want? Huh, baby girl?”

His eyes darkened at my nod.

Grabbing a leg, he placed it on his chest, giving a new angle.

That was when he snapped his hips so hard, it was moving the table slightly.

I laid back, holding onto the edges.

I put my hand on my mound, spreading my outer lips, rubbing my clit.

“C'mon baby girl,” Hap grunted, “I want to feel you cream all over me.”

That is what threw me over the edge. I screamed part of Happy’s name as I came hard, my breath catching in my throat.

Happy’s breath sped up as he filled me to the hilt, coming deep within me.

“Fuckin’ hell, Y/N.” He said, collapsing on top of me.

My leg fell from his shoulder, falling completely limp, my lower limbs just dangling.

‘Holy… shit…“ I breathed, kissing Happy as he offered me a slow kiss.

I moaned into his mouth as he pulled out of me.

Taking the towel that was wrapped around him, he gently wiped me clean, then himself.

Picking me up, he carried me to the bedroom, where he laid me down.

The feel of the cold sheets against my skin, had me stretching like a cat.

Happy laid next to me, touching where ever he could.

I looked at him, my eyes heavy lidded, my body relaxed.

"That was so worth the wait.”

He chuckled, kissing a breast.

“Got all kinds of surprises for you, baby girl.”

anonymous asked:

I used to be really skinny in high school and in just 4 years I've gained about 40 lbs. I'm sick of being the fat friend. My weight has been fluctuating over the last few months because some days I'll eat nothing and others I binge and I'm digested with myself. I'm so glad I found your blog though. I want to go from 165 to 115 and I saw that you did it so I know it's possible. You're my inspiration. How long did it take and any tips for not binging?

I have to say, it’s such a foreign feeling to be someone else’s inspiration! But darlin, I know exactly how you feel. It’s sooo hard to keep going without getting discouraged by every little bump in the road. One day you eat a bunch and try to compensate the next day by eating nothing at all, and that usually ends terribly. I’ve totally been there. We all have. 

The binging/fasting cycle is downright terrible on the body. The best way to fast is to work your way down to it, otherwise it can shock your system in a very bad way, and your body will retaliate with the urge to binge. It’s basically your body telling you that you’re not getting enough food and that you need it right that second. So let’s take a breath and start over. Forget fasting for a minute. 

One thing we need to establish: food is not the enemy, and never has been. We need fuel to operate, just like an automobile. Without it, you’ll end up on the side of the road. But if you put too much gas in the tank, things go wrong. 

So, without further ado, the most important tip that I will give you is:


Fueling up for the day will not only get your metabolism revved up, but it will make the day go by so much easier. You’ll be in a better mood, have more energy, and will be 99% less likely to binge. And you will most definitely burn off every one of those calories by the end of the day. Skipping breakfast will make it so hard to not eat a ton later on in the day. 

My binge-proof plan is to always try to have a decent breakfast, small lunch, and light snack for dinner early in the evening (around 4pm). The trick here is to stop eating earlier in the day. This allows you to metabolize all your calories by bed time. BUT, you don’t want to stop eating too early at the risk of a late night binge. So, a cup of veggies or a bowl of fruit somewhere between 4 and 5pm will help to power you through those last few hours. However, because you had this small snack so early in the evening, you’ll have an empty tummy by the time you’re ready for bed – and at the same time won’t feel the need to stuff your face with everything that’s in your pantry.

Once in a while, if you want to restrict further, you can try to cut off the cals after 3pm, or if you feel like you can do it, 12pm. It takes tons of will power, but there are some things that will help kill the cravings later on. My favorite is Vitamin Water ZERO. In my opinion, it tastes better than the original flavors. It really helps to keep your immune system up with the nutrients too. Another favorite, of course, is green or black tea with a little bit of honey. Yes, honey is calorie dense, but it’s amazing for you! Good calories! Just have a tea spoon in your tea and you’ll be fine.

Anywho, that’s really all I’ve been doing, and I lost the last 30 lbs in about two and half months. I know, not terribly fast, but I’ve had no trouble keeping the weight off, which for a lot of people can be a huge problem. 

I really hope some of this helps! If you have any more questions don’t ever be afraid to PM me, I don’t bite! Stay safe!! xoxo

Taking Care of Business

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS)
Prompt: Requested by Anon - I wish you would write a fic where… the reader is Bones’ infant daughter and their adventures with the space family. 
Word Count: 2336.
childhood shenanigans.
Rating: All ages.
Author’s Note: My second kid!reader fic.  The pet name Chekov uses, Сладкая (pr. sladkaya), is Russian for sweetie.  In conferring with Anon, I discovered that they meant toddler rather than infant, so I’ve taken the liberty to make the reader five years old.  I hope you guys enjoy it!

Taking Care of Business

It had taken Leonard a little bit of convincing to get Jim to put in a good word with Starfleet in his favor; he’d wanted to bring you aboard the Enterprise for a month-long tour out in deep space while Jocelyn dealt with some family drama back on Earth. Eventually Jim had agreed and he’d really gone to bat for your dad, ultimately convincing Starfleet that they should allow it.  Of course, he’d had to promise them that you wouldn’t interfere with the doctor’s work, but once the reassurances had been made, they’d agreed.

Now, you’re a member of the crew.  As a welcome aboard, some of the CMO’s nurses had gotten you a tiny purple uniform dress with a Starfleet badge with a heart cut into it on it and you’ve worn it every day.  You’ve become a part of the family already, though you’ve only been on board for a few days, and the entire crew adores you.

You giggle as you sit on your uncle Jim’s lap with him bouncing you on his knee.  He’s sitting in his big important chair on the bridge and he’s told you that you’re in charge for the day.  Being the captain is a pretty big responsibility for a five-year old, but you’ve got this.

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anonymous asked:

Hi dear, so I know you are a true lover of Niall and Harry and I'm guessing you've seen Louis' interview, and I love Harry too so so much, but I just feel like really sad about the whole thing and a teeny bit bitter now? Like I feel like maybe the hiatus only happened because the guys conceded so that they could let Harry do what he wanted without calling it a "break up?" Idk, I'm just sad and confused now :'(

Hello darlin’. I 100% understand your feelings. It can be frustrating to think that maybe they went on hiatus bc of Harry, but personally I don’t think that’s the case. I think in the end, they realized it was the best move for them as a group. There is really no way they could continue going that hard and that fast without something diminishing, whether is be the music or their health and well-being.

Regardless of who asked for the hiatus we have to understand that they all had their reasons for being pro or con the hiatus and we can’t be bitter with them over it. We weren’t there when these conversations happened and we weren’t there in the middle of the circus that was 1D…it’s hard for us to comment on something we weren’t involved in no matter what the boys talk about in the media. 

Everything happens for a reason and I am confident for better or for worse, the hiatus happened exactly when it should. IF 1D had gone on for another few years, there might have been burnt out and they might have be incapable of creating the stunning solo music they’ve created thus far (never mind music as a group).

No matter who called for the hiatus, we need to remember if was a joint decision. Unlike other boybands in the past, they have had quite a bit of control (despite what some people think) and they decided together as a band…as a family. Also, unlike other boybands in the past, these boys are so damn talented they are all going to have long solo careers.

I am not bitter at anyone for the hiatus/break because they needed it. They still love and respect each other which is more than we can say for a lot of former boybands. I am proud of them and what they’ve done.

plutocreep  asked:

bitty: well bless his heart but he's dumber than a box of rocks jack: ok I understand each of those words individually but they make no sense together bitty: o hon ..

also just. imagine when bitty first moved to samwell (as written from experience by someone who moved to the midwest from new orleans)

bitty: *making lunch* “do y'all like your sandwiches dressed?”
someone: “wait what now”
jack: “shits i swear to god put your underwear on when you’re around food”

bitty: “i’m fixin to go to class, y'all behave while i’m gone”
literally anyone else: “he’s doing what on his way to class”

bitty: “do you want a coke?”
a teammate: “yeah sure, thanks”
bitty: “alright what kind? we got sprite, pepsi, mountain dew, or fanta”
the teammate: “i’m sorry i thought you just asked if i wanted coke and we don’t even have any”

somebody: asks bitty if he can make a certain kind of pie
bitty: “sure darlin! i’m on it like gravy on rice”
the same somebody: looks at the camera like they’re on the office


“Yeah, and this is my Cap shield…” You said proudly, holding up a circular, cardboard cut-out with a Captain America star you’d found on a cereal box glued the front. With a happy little grin, you quickly spun around for the team to get a glimpse of the crimson fabric fastened to your shoulders. “I also have a big red cape like Thor and… Oh, this right here is Tony.” You finished, pointing to the cluster of christmas lights that had been duct taped to your chest.

Still chuckling, Steve stepped forward and tugged lightly at the patch covering your eye before asking, “Is this supposed to be Fury?”

You nodded, “I had to.”

“What’s with the cut offs?” Bruce asked, pointing to your ruined trousers with a frown.

“Those are actually repping you after you Hulk-out and screw up your pants.”

“Oh…” His brows buckled even further.

“Where am I?” Came Natasha’s inquiry, causing you to hold up your hand and show her the plastic, black-widow spider ring wrapped around your finger.

“I’ve also got Clint.” You proclaimed, which managed to make his eyes light up before you awkwardly started adjusting a quiver of toy arrows from beneath your cape. “What do you guys think?”

“Well, darlin’…” Tony started, gracing you with a stunning smile that had a way of wrinkling his laughter lines. “I think it calls for a picture so we can all remember how amazing you look tonight.”

“Indeed…” Thor agreed.

(X) (~♫♪~)

*Imagine Attending a Halloween Party and Dressing up as All the Avengers Combined*

@pastelteabubbles  Spooky request! Imagine the Avengers having a Halloween party and you go as all of them combined into one costume, which they think is hilarious and awesome.

jonanacoe  asked:

Things I associate with you: Sass. Courage. Amazing conversations. Cleavage in a scrub top. Water bears. Those other microscopic dudes I can never remember the name of because it's not as awesome as water bear.

I really do have great boobs in a scrub top.

Seriously, though, these are all amazing things, and they go both ways!

Tardigrades are BAMFs and we can’t identify where a good chunk of their genetic makeup came from.  Who knows?  They may have ridden in on a meteorite!

Originally posted by rudescience

Seriously, look at him go!

Lots of love right back at you, darlin’.



@classichipsterdenial asked me to share the love, so here’s a link to this quotes video I’d never seen before. Be warned, the first five minutes is basically nothing but rage filled Michael (and it does things to me) but there are some golden soundbites that are worth listening to it for, as it shows some sides of Michael’s character that not everyone is aware of. 

My faves lines include:
“Wooo, that’s nice!”
“This seems kinda interesting, alright. All those celebrities? They can’t be wrong!”
“Olden, but golden, that’s right!”
“I’m a fuckin’ natural!”
“Man, I love me some darts!”
“Come on, T. Show us that calm, collected personality of yours.”
“You’re the one that fucked up this place, you moaning old bastard!” (I feel like he was possibly looking in the mirror as he said that hahaha!)
“Don’t try to fuck with the master!”
“There is no fuckin’ point to you!”
“I’m warnin’ ya. I got a magic elbow!”
“Come on, Trev. This one’s for the methheads everywhere!”
“The fuck is this dog piss?”
“You’re an eager fuckin’ beaver, pal!”
“Let’s see ya, little F!” (*clutches chest*)  
“You’re certainly better at darts, than you are at life!”
“Fancy a game of darts?” (WTF accent is that? Haha!)
“No pressure!”
“Hey there, she-hipster!”
“Oh please. Shut the fuuuuu-ck up!”
“Oh, you go girl!”
“And away she gooooes, motherfucka!”
“Ah, my golden years!”
“Close, but no cigar, sweetheart.”
“Sorry about this, not really!”
“You like what you see?”
“Hello, sweetness!”
“I hope you didn’t shit yourself!”
“You know, this really is you in your natural environment, isn’t it?” (he sounds so camp haha!)
“Oh, I love my sandwedge.”
“Golf. Almost as confusing and frustrating as marriage.”
“Ever since high school, my entire career has been about idiocy triumphing over my talent.”
“Don’t look at me like I’m some kind of freak.”
“Well, hello there.”
“I’m in a pickle”
“Whaddaya think? I’m rockin’ this look, huh?”
“I always knew you were the country club type, T!”
“Woah! Shank you, very much!”
“Say? Can I have your bike for a minute….or six?”
“Come on, admit it. You love me!”
“Don’t go all quiet on me baby, it’s not sex.”
“Fuckin’ show off!”
“Nothing says ‘I love you’ like letting me win, my darlin’.”
“For the love of all that’s holy, turn that fuckin’ shit off!”
“Tattooed, superficial women, who actually like me!”
“Hey, we playin’ tennis, or waitin’ to die?”
“Ooooh, daddy likes this one!”
“By the way, you look beeeeeeauuuuutiful!”
“Admit it, you like me!”
“It’s been a long time since I made you sweat and heard you moan, my little buttercup!”  
“Enjoy checkin’ out my ass!”
“Woohoo! Why the hell not, gorgeous!”

Oh and the last ten minutes consists of drunk Michael, and “the many deaths of Michael De Santa”, which is er….disturbing haha! Enjoy!