did i say awesome


OKAY UHM FIRST OF ALL I BIT OFF MORE THAN I COULD CHEW, I WAS GONNA DRAW ALL OF THEM. LIKE ALL OF EVERYONES CHARACTERS, AND THEN HALF WAY THROUGH DRAWING THIS I THOUGHT TO MYSELF, HOW IN THE HELL WOULD I BE ABLE TO DO THAT? SO U  H NAH. sorry ;; these are the only characters i got done. 25 people. idk i feel kinda bad but i just dont think id be able to do such a task- so uhm ye here you go. im sorry its shit xD like its all messy,,,

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I rewatched Winter Soldier last night (because literally what else am I supposed to do the night before I see Civil War)

And it was still great. Obviously. But you know what the best scene is?

None of the awesome action scenes. None of the Stucky fanfic fuel. None of the scenes with Falcon (somehow? Falcon’s so freaking awesome, I can’t believe I just said that he’s not the best part of a thing he’s in).


The best scene is this one:

Remember this? Basically, Cap just told everyone over the intercom about Hydra infiltrating Shield, and how, if you’re not Hydra, trust no one, and fight back if you can. 

In the speech, Cap acknowledges that “If I stand alone” (that is, if no one wants to step up, because, fun fact, guns are really scary), then so be it.

And then Hydra’s resident Mr. McMuscle Man Brock Rumlow up there walks up to this lowly Launch Technician (Cameron Klein is his name, played by Aaron Himelstein) and orders him to launch Project Insight (aka Hydra’s evil plans).

Five minutes ago, Cameron had one job, and it was to press a few keys and launch this thing. Sure, he’d heard about Cap becoming a fugitive, and that was weird (and sounded kinda sketchy), but hey, he works for the good guys, right?

But now the game has changed. Launching this thing is a bad idea. 

Cameron pauses as Rumlow demands him to start it up. And Cameron refuses.

Rumlow pulls out a gun and points it straight at Cameron’s head. And Cameron panics; heck, he’s practically holding back tears already. But he still says no. “Captain’s orders,” he explains.

You know why this is the best scene in the movie? Because Cameron reminds me of someone. Someone that people watching the movie are already pretty familiar with.

Cameron is the guy who may not have the muscle or the skills to be a soldier or a spy, but he wanted to help make the world a better place, so he did what he could. He got a job at Shield, he followed the orders of people he thought he could trust, and when he realized the truth, he stood his ground and did the right thing. He hasn’t gone through any training, he has no powers or skills or suits of armor. He didn’t even know Sharon Carter was armed and would be able to get him out of harm’s way. He thought he was about to die. But he wasn’t going to stand by and let evil triumph.

And that’s despite the fact that Cap had EXPLICITLY given him permission to do so. That’s what he meant by “If I stand alone.” Cap was saying that if there’s a gun pointed to your head, it’s not cowardly to give up. That’s okay. It doesn’t make you a bad person. If a grenade gets tossed your way, you’re allowed to run away.

But Cameron chose to jump on top of the grenade instead.

I’ve heard people say “Steve Rogers is a hero with or without the serum,” and other people say that’s kind of a cheesy thing to say, but if you want proof of that statement, Cameron is it. In a 90-second or so scene, this movie perfectly emulated what it means to be a hero even if you have a desk job. Even if you don’t look like you take steroids. Even if nothing eventful has ever happened to you until one moment when everything in your life changes, YOU CAN STILL BE A HERO.

I don’t care if that sounds cheesy or hokey. This scene is incredible. Cameron Klein is incredible - so incredible, in fact, that he got a cameo in Age of Ultron on Fury’s Helicarrier.

Yeah, someone (I’m guessing Sharon) was so freaking impressed at his bravery that they recommended him to serve on Fury’s staff (and, after Winter Soldier, the amount of people Fury trusted could probably be counted on one hand). And he’s in charge of the evacuation - which was LITERALLY THE REASON Fury shows up at all. Not military backup, not surveillance. Evacuation of civilians. And Fury gave Cameron that responsibility.

Because that  guy up there may be the face of a nerd, or a gofer, or a desk clerk.

But it’s also the face of a person who won’t back down. Even when his world is being turned upside down, even when his life is on the line, this is the face of a man who will always do the right thing.

This is the face of a hero.

Now, Marvel’s Damage Control is an upcoming TV show about the normal folks. The ones without powers who always seem to be in the background but may have a lot more depth than they let on.

And I’m gonna try not to be too upset if I don’t see this guy’s name in the cast list, but man I’m hoping I do, because Cameron Klein is a hero.

The Observer laughing at Noah v. Noah laughing at Noah

They’re similar in circumstance, but… 

The Observer sounds like he genuinely thinks it’s hysterical. Future Noah sounds like he’s chasing prey when he knows it can’t get away, and it’s amusing to watch it try.

Okay, so I just saw a Tony and music headcanon which I absolutely and totally respect, because a classical music Tony is an awesome Tony that is a valid way of viewing the character.  However, I also completely and totally disagree with it and didn’t want to highjack that post to disagree.  Basically, fellow writer, you’re awesome and so is your headcanon which is totally valid and legit, but I’m gonna rift off it because I keep arguing with the post in my head.  

Maria started Tony on the piano at a young age.  Howard yelled and complained about how the kid could never keep still, so Maria taught him cords and basic piano warms ups.  She told him if he couldn’t keep still, he could go over the piano fingering in his mind.  He could even move his fingers if he needed to, going through the motions with his hands at his side as Howard ranted at him about how his latest robot was a failure, and keeping him still enough for photographers to take pictures of the engine while Howard put on his fake smile.

Tony would often hang in the doorway as his mother played and sang, hesitant to come in and interrupt her.  Music was numbers and frequencies and all sorts of things that were fascinating to Tony, but he couldn’t quite manage to fit them together into a song.  

It wasn’t until Maria came upon Tony struggling through “You’ll Never Walk Alone” from Carousel that she teaches him how to play music.  Maria the brilliant scientist who loved show tunes could explain to a young Tony Stark how to make music from the notes.  

From then on, Tony was a quick study.  He would often play as Maria sat by his side and sang along, from My Fair Lady to Evita, he would play and sometimes hesitantly sing along.  He fell in love with the quick wit of Cole Porter, often playing a quick bar or two and sing in a sarcastic tone when Howard railed on him for his failures.  Maria was always more fond of Irving Berlin, and he’d play “Blue Skies” whenever she was tired or angry.  

He always liked it when she played Rodgers and Hammerstein.  Sometimes she’d play “Impossible” from Cinderella when Tony felt like he couldn’t meet Howard’s high standards.  He was always mesmerized when she sang “Some Enchanted Evening” or “Something Good”. 

He sometimes thought about running away and working on Broadway.  He never had a way with lyrics, but he could compose a tune.  Surely he could find a partner and they’d create loads of shows that would become world famous.  But Howard would surely find him, so close to home, and the one time he tried to sneak off to the West End while visiting Aunt Peggy in London ended with her taking out a man who had been following Tony for nefarious purposes.  She was kind about it, but she had to take him home.  

Soon enough, he gave up on that dream and entered MIT, but he still couldn’t shake stealing away into one of the music shops and playing the occasional tune.  Some of the others found out about it and bullied him until he stopped.  But Rhodey could sometimes pull him away and ask him to play a song from The Wiz or some of the old Ella Fitzgerald jazz standards.  He also started to branch out at this time, coming up with piano versions of rock songs that he would play to make Rhodey laugh.

“Try to Remember” was the last song he heard her play before she died, and was always one of his favorites.  It was years before he could listen to the song again, much less play it.  Rhodey was the one who sat with him when he finally managed it, softly singing along even though he was never much of a singer because Tony couldn’t quite manage the words.  

Steve was shocked to hear old familiar songs coming from the Avengers common room one night when he couldn’t sleep.  He walked in to see Tony at the piano, singing some of the old Cole Porter songs.  Tony switched over to his own piano rendition of Highway to Hell as soon as he realized Steve was listening, but Steve had already found out.  After that, he’d sometimes join Tony, sitting at the piano and listening to the old tunes.  

It was during one of those times Tony admitted his mother had taught him, and he played “Try to Remember” for Steve.  It wasn’t one he recognized, but it had a soothing melody that made him think of Bucky, who he was still trying to find.  It was then Steve decided he could never tell Tony about what the Winter Soldier had done.  `Tony was finally in a place where he could play the song as a fond memory, and learning the truth would only cause more pain.  

After everything burned down, Steve only felt guilt when he heard the song or looked at a piano.  There were a lot of things he would never do differently, but not telling Tony the truth was a mistake.

After everything burned down, Tony sat at the piano, but couldn’t play.  He stared at the keys, but couldn’t will his hands to move.  When Rhodey would ask him to play, Tony would smile and say he was fine.

He’s always fine.

Sometimes Peter would hear haunting melodies of songs he had never heard before when he visited Avengers Tower.  He never found out where they came from, but he kind of liked listening to the old melancholy tunes before Tony finally showed up and gave him the latest upgrades for his suit.

Yes, Your Bucky

Summary: This is a sequel to My James, Your Bucky. The reader and her plum dumpling come to terms with what happened to James.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Angst central, people. You’ve been warned.

A/N: The response to My James, Your Bucky has been so awesome. I did say that if I write the next part it will be painful. You still wanted more. I hope you like it.

I went through all comments and asks to tag people so I hope I haven’t missed anyone out?

Originally posted by dailybuckybarnes

It’s been good few hours since you discovered your flat in a complete mess. You’ve been practically dragged out of there by a man with the bow. Hawkeye, you think was his name. Frankly, quite a few people introduced themselves to you outside, but you couldn’t care less for who they were. Why would you? They all just barged into your life expecting you to be calm and understanding. Calm and understanding?!

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guess who got to watch wonder woman in all her 3D glory this afternoon

this girl

Aftermath: Tom x Black Reader

Reader is pretty happy that Tom actually listened to her for the LSB.

You were stuck at home while Tom was off enjoying life as a young and upcoming celebrity at the MTV Movie & TV awards. Stupid finals, you thought as you scribbled over some notes. You glanced up at the TV and smiled once you saw Zendaya flash across the screen. Your reaction was greater once you saw Tom.

You clapped because you knew the Lip Sync Battle would be coming on in a few minutes. You looked over your notes one more time before getting a glass of wine and some popcorn. 

You snapped your fingers once Zendaya’s song first played. “Okay Tom.”You didn’t know what songs he used because you weren’t there during filming and e wanted it to be a surprise for you. When the sing played you screamed,”So he actually listens to me?” 

You texted him, I see you actually used my song choice…

You weren’t too sure if he would be able to text you back with all the commotion but he texted you back in less than a minute. Well love you are my greatest inspiration…keep watching❤

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anonymous asked:

What f/f storylines do you wish existed?

SO MANY. Easiest to start with are the ones I’m actively writing - a YA sports romance and an NA Big-Sister’s-Best-Friend. (Not that literally zero YA sports romances exist, but there are so few, and I have yet to really love one, though I have not yet read Interference by Zoe Reed.) I’d love to see more heist stories in YA that feature f/f romances - I’m obsessed with Dani and Julep in Trust Me, I’m Trouble by Mary Elizabeth Summer, which is more on the con artist side, and I’d love to see something like the great m/m ships in Six of Crows and Illusive but in f/f. Would love to see a foodie YA with an f/f storyline - something like Taste Test by Kelly Fiore but with two girls. (I have an NA one planned but it’s gonna be a whiiiiiile.) And I think a country music YA Romance would be fab - something like A&B by JC Lillis meets Open Road Summer by Emery Lord that also takes on perception of queerness in the country portion of the music industry. (And I’m all for teen rock star f/f romances too - something where the MC is already established as a pro.) And TRAVEL. GIVE ME ALL THE TRAVEL ROMANCES.

I also just think there are so many cool potential retellings out there. I loved what Robin Talley did with Macbeth and As I Descended; it’d be awesome to see, say, Othello done as f/f. I’m not a huge Austen person myself but I know a billion readers climbing the wall waiting for a great f/f Pride and Prejudice.

I’m also always gonna want more college stories; I’d love something Greek-centric, like Rebekah Weatherspoon’s lesbian vampire series but in contemp.

What’s everyone else dying to see?

nightmaredean  asked:

“Is there a reason your crawling through my window?” with Dean and fluff, please? :)

A thump roused you from sleep and your hand gripped around the handle of your gun under the pillow, your thumb expertly flipping the safety off. You tensed as another thump sounded behind you and in one fluid movement you turned on the lamp at the bedside and stood from the bed, gun held aloft at the intruder. 

“Is there a reason you’re crawling through my window?” you asked, relaxing at the sight of a tousle haired, very drunk Dean Winchester, flipping the safety back on your gun. 

“Oh. This is’n my room?” he slurred, getting his foot untangled from the long curtains of your motel room and stumbling a little. You tossed your gun on the bed and lunged to catch him, scared he was going to fall flat on his face. 

“You smell like a bar,” you told him, waving the hand that wasn’t supporting a sodden man and tried breathing through your mouth, but you could taste the alcohol radiating from him so it didn’t help one bit. “And no, this isn’t your room.”

“You smell pre’y,” he said, leaning into you and taking in a deep breath, his actions exaggerated. You pushed him back on instinct but then realized he was going to topple over from the momentum, so you corrected your action by guiding him to the bed.  

“I like you a lot, you know tha’? You’re just so pretty and perfect and…so awesome!” His eyes scrunched tight on the last word, making him look like a little kid. He collapsed on top of the mussed up covers after his words and immediately passed out, jacket and shoes and all. 

It took a good long while, but you eventually got his boots and jacket off, got him up onto the pillows and stripped the sheet off the bed, leaving him the scratchy top blanket. You shut the window before heading to the decades old couch in the corner.

It would be a long night, a night wishing things were different, but the couch was better than trying to cuddle up next to Dean, who would surely sweat out copious amounts of alcohol through the night. 

It was a groan this time that roused you from your sleep, bright sunlight streaming through the curtains. 

“Why’re you in my room?” Dean’s voice was husky, his hands on the sides of his head, eyes squinting against the morning sun. 

You stood from the couch and gathered a bottle of water and some heavy duty pain killers before rounding back to the bed and sitting next to Dean, handing him your gifts. 

“Not your room, my room, you broke in through the window last night, drunk off your rocker and talking about how I smell pretty.” 

Dean downed two of the pills and the whole bottle of water in one gulp, leaning forward with his head between his knees after he did so, groaning against the pain. 

“Well, drunk me was right, you do smell good.” 

“I think you’re still a little drunk, and you also still smell like a bar. C’mon, shower time buddy.” 

He came out 20 minutes later, towel wrapped around his trim waist, his distractingly perfect body still glistening a little with water. 

 “Sam brought over clothes for you,” you told him, gesturing to the neat pile of clean clothes on the bed. He grabbed them and ducked back in the bathroom to dress, coming back out with only his jeans on, holding his shirt. 

“Did I say anything last night? I don’t remember a thing.” 

“Other than telling me I smelled pretty, that you liked me, and that I was awesome, no. Why?”

“What exactly did I say?” he asked, finally putting his shirt on. 

“You said ‘I like you a lot, you know that?” and then you said “You’re just so pretty and perfect and…so awesome.” You screwed up your face the same why he had last night and he swiped over his face with one had. 

“I didn’t…do anything? Did I?”

“Like try and pull a move?” You asked and he nodded. “No, you passed out like a perfect gentleman and I tucked you in like a perfect lady.” 

“Good god, that wasn’t the way I wanted to-Jesus.” He sat on the edge of the bed, his adorable mussed up wet hair standing on edge, bare feet worrying at the decades old shag carpet. 

“What are you mumbling about? Why are you so worried?” 

“The only thing I can remember is having a conversation with this girl at the bar and her telling me ‘Go get her, tiger!’ and then I go blank.” 

“Jesus, Dean, I don’t need to hear about your escapades at the bar that’s just…especially given our, you know, history.” 

You turned back to your bag, straightening what was already neat, rearranging what was already in the perfect spot. Hands landed on your shoulders and you jumped a little, turning to face Dean, his hands still on your shoulders.

“Drunk me was right, I should listen to him more often.” 

“About what?” 

“You. I went to that bar last night wishing more than anything that I could be with you and not that blonde bimbo, and I guess I let some things slip to her and to you and I’m tired of holding them in. I still-I’m still love with you,” he admitted, his hands moving to cup your cheeks, forcing you to look at him instead of at a spot on his chest. 

Tears filled your eyes and spilled onto your cheeks, tears that Dean swiped away with his thumbs before he leaned down to kiss you, tentative at first and then deeper as he felt you melt into him. 

“I think you should listen to ‘Drunk Dean’ more often, too,” you said when you finally came up for air. 

“So I really should try and win a wing eating contest?”

“No, not that one, that’s stupid,” you said with a chuckle, wrapping your arms around his waist. “For reals this time? All in?” 

He kissed you again, your toes curling at the perfection. “All in.”


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25 favourite characters ever - 3/25

Angélique - Angelique series

I have a feeling that I'm going to really like this movie

Lets list the reasons, shall we?

•Lucy being super cute in her new outfit and (idk why) but I really like the idea of her going undercover
•The whole team going undercover
•Wendy lookin all grown up and being a total badass
•Carla human form
•Super cool plot
•did i say really pretty animation? BC IT LOOKS AWESOME
•bringing fairy tail back ToT
•(happy turning red and breathing fire??)
•Really cool FIGHT SCENES?? Probably well done with the ANIMATION??
•really intense moments overall??
•and finally, one of the final nails in the coffin for fairy tail. We finally will be getting closure.

Hot for Teacher

For bellafarella
Mickey hires a tutor to help Yevgeny with his school work not realizing he’d be getting a crush on his son’s tutor.

It’s when Yevgeny turns 8 that Mickey decides to get him a tutor. He was struggling a little in reading comprehension according to his teachers and Mickey really didn’t want to have his son be held back. He couldn’t exactly afford a “professional” tutor so he figured he’d go through the college nearby. They were supposed to be cheap anyways since it was students learning about teaching kids or some shit.

Lucky for him Mickey found this place that offered free tutoring and was run by an internship program. He called them up on one of his days off and they told him they’d bring someone by to talk to him (and his child) about the program. He set up a meeting the following Friday.

Before the meeting he sat his son down to explain to him he’d be getting some extra learning and that there wasn’t anything wrong with that. Fortunately Yevgeny loved books and reading he just wasn’t on the level of the other kids, yet.

“When are they coming?” Yevgeny asks.

“Should be here soon,” Mickey answers.

“Is it a girl or a boy?”

“Uhh I’m not sure. They didn’t really say.  Guess we’ll find out.” Mickey says.

“Hmm. I hope she’s pretty.” Yevgengy says excitedly.

Mickey laughs.

A half hour later there’s a knocking at the door. Yevgengy jumps up from his place on the couch and runs over to the door to answer it. Mickey hates when he does that because you never know who could be at the door.

He yells at Yevgeny as he makes his way to the door to answer it before his son can. “Hey, hey we don’t do that. Let me get it.”

He pulls the door open to reveal a gorgeous, tall redhead.

“Heyyyyyy ooh…” Mickey says once he sees the tutor in front of him.

“Hi,” the man answers. “I’m Ian.”

“Awww man. It’s a guy.” Yevgengy says. “Guess this one’s for you, Pa.” He walks from the door and back to the couch.

Mickey blushes immediately.

“He’s just…he doesn’t mean that. He’s just…” Mickey awkwardly tries to defend Yevgeny’s word. “Fucking kids.” He mumbles to himself.

Ian apparently hears and chuckles.

“Uh ha come in,” Mickey says opening the door wider and moving out of Ian’s way.


Ian walks through and Mickey is behind him. He sees his son sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the tv in front of him.

Mickey reaches for the remote to turn it off earning a sad look from his son.

“Remember what I explained earlier?”

“Yes, Dad.”

Mickey raises his eyebrows and Yevgeny huffs getting up from his spot to sit at the table. Mickey take a seat next to his son and Ian sits across from them

Ian explains the curriculum they’ll be doing and what a typical tutor session would be like.

“It’ll mostly be one on one but there will be some times where you should join,” Ian says. “If that’s okay with you.”

“Yeah of course.” Mickey nods, hearing everything the redhead says despite how hard it might be to pay attention. With eyes like that anyone can get lost in them.

“Good.” Ian smiles at Yevgeny and then looks back at Mickey. “I’d like to start on some things today if you want?”

“Can we?” Yevgeny excitedly asks.

Mickey laughs and shakes his head in amusement. “Sure, kid.” Mickey gets up from his seat. “I’ll just be in your room fixing that bookshelf that mysteriously broke.” Mickey grins at his son.

“I told ya. It just fell.”

“Course it did. Wasn’t like you were climbing on it or anything.”

Yevgeny shrugs as his dad ruffles his hair.

Mickey leaves to work on the bookshelf as Yevgeny and his tutor get to working. Mickey finishes and puts back Yevgeny’s books and beanie babies on his shelf. He comes out wiping his hands as Yevgeny runs to him.

“Look Dad! I got a Lollipop cause I did so good.”

“That’s awesome!” Mickey says enthusiastically. He looks back at Ian grinning and putting his stuff away.

“You did really well today, buddy.” Ian says to Yevgeny. “Especially for your first day.”

“So how does this work out?” Mickey asks walking back over to Ian.

“Well,” Ian says scratching his nose. “If you like me enough to continue with me I can schedule you.”

Like you enough? Mickey thinks. I don’t think anyone has a problem with that.

“You like him don’t you, Dad?”

Mickey chuckles at the irony.

“I like him! He’s funny! He does voices for the characters and he says he’d teach me how to.” Yevgengy excitedly explains.

Mickey laughs. “Alright, alright.” He looks up at Ian. “Count us in.”

Ian beams. “Okay good. Umm well I’d like to come around 3 times a week if that’ s alright?”

“Yeah sounds good.”

“Umm just whatever time is best for you. I’m pretty much always available.”

“Alright well I’ll have to check times with work but…I…can I call you when I know or something?”

“Oh right.” Ian rummages through his stuff. “Here. My number and my email just in case.”

“Thanks,” Mickey holds up the paper. “Here I’ll walk you to the door.”

Ian smiles at Mickey and waves by to Yevgeny. “Bye Yev.”

“Bye Ian!”

“Wait,” Mickey stops. “Ian? Ian Gallagher.”

Mickey says a little too loud, out of shock maybe.

“Uhm yup.”

“Like Lip’s brother?”

Ian tries his best not to roll his eyes. “Yeah. Lip’s brother.”

“Always hated that asshole” Mickey says. Ian laughs, mood light again.

“Shit you uh…you lived right down the street right?”

“Yeah few blocks.”

“Jesus,” Mickey says scratching that back of his head. He laughs awkwardly. “No offense but I thought they’d be sending some yuppie prick.”


“Yeah. So fucking glad they didn’t”

Ian grins. “Me too.” He walks out the door.

“I’ll uh. I’ll call you!” Mickey calls out holding up the paper.

Ian nods and walks to the direction of the L.

Mickey closes the door and turns to Yevgeny behind him.

“Who’s an asshole?’ Yevgeny asks.

Mickey laughs and puts his hand on his sons back, steering him away from the door. “Don’t worry about it. Come on let’s get dinner ready.”

Ian comes by 3 times a week on various days according to Mickey’s work schedule. He’s really good with Yevgengy, who apparently told Ian to call him Yevy upon first talk.

On a particular day it’s raining pretty hard and the tutoring session was nearing end.

“Fuck it’s really pouring out there huh?” Mickey asks.

Ian looks out the window and makes a miserable face. “Yeah. Gonna be fun walking through that.”

Mickey bites his lip. “Why don’t you stay?” He asks.


“Stay for dinner. The rain will slow by the time we’re finished I’m sure.”

“I uhh. I mean thanks for the offer but…”

“Aw please!” Yevgeny exclaims. “Please, please, please, please?”

Ian looks from Mickey and the jumpy Yevgeny. “Uhh…sure.” He laughs. “Why not?”

“Yay!” Yevgeny claps.

Mickey grins glad he had an excuse to offer to make dinner which he’s wanted to do since their first meeting. Ian and Mickey (and Yevgeny) talk back and forth as Mickey gets dinner ready. At one point Ian walks to the kitchen and asks if he could help with anything. He stands so close to Mickey, Mickey thinks he could hear his heart beating.

“Uh nah. I got it.” Mickey answers. “Thanks though.”

“No problem.” Ian says walking back to the table.

Dinner was a simple spaghetti and meatballs but it was the best meal Ian had in weeks. He licks his lips of tomato sauce and Mickey can’t help but think who he’d kill to be able to touch those lips.

As soon as dinner is done Yevgeny brings his plate to the sink and puts it in. He then runs over to the couch and turns on the TV.

“Not so loud, bud!’ Mickey calls out.

Yevgeny turns down the music with a groan.

Ian and Mickey stay at the table talking about southside shit, their life now (school for Ian, a perfectly legal car garage for Mickey), and what they want for their future…well what Ian wants Mickey never really thought about it. Both boys share some sort of darkness in their past that neither mentions. It’s too soon to anyways, neither wants to push the other away.

It’s late by the time Ian leaves. He apologizes but Mickey brushes it off. “It was nice.” He says. “I don’t usually have people over.”

“Why not?” Ian asks.

Mickey shrugs. “Shit gets complicated.”

Ian nods.

The next few months they make a habit of at least one of the days Ian staying over for dinner. Yevgeny loved it and well…Mickey did too. The more time Ian spends there the more buddy-buddy him and Mickey become and even flirty sometimes.

Months later when Ian offers to help Mickey tells him to get his “lazy ass over here and stir the pot.” And he does.

Mickey’s making a sauce when Ian decides to taste it. “Mmm shit Mickey this is fucking good.” He says.

“Hey, hey don’t put your dirty mouth on there. I don’t know where it’s been.”

Ian grins. “No but I know where you want it to be.”

Mickey blushes but twists his mouth shut and shakes his head. Couse he had to fall in…like with an idiot.

Yevgeny was in his room playing so luckily he didn’t hear the flirtations between his tutor and his dad, not that he didn’t know it happened.

One day Yevgeny has had enough. “Why dontcha just ask him out already?” He says to his dad with his kidlike frustration.

Mickey looks at his son surprised “What are you talking about?”

“Ian! My tutor! Ask him out.”

“Look Yev-“

“You’re always flirting and touching each other. You think I don’t see but I do see. It’s annoying so just get it over with and ask him to eat somewhere.”

“I don’t think you-“

“Do it, Dad! Or I will for you.”

Well that’d be fucking embarrassing. “Alright alright. Jesus. We don’t see him till Monday so…”

Yevgeny shakes his head. “You got his number don’t you?”

Mickey sighs. “Yes.”

“Then call him. I don’t want to hear you awkwardly asking him out in person when I’m here. That’s just uncomfortable for everyone.”

Jesus this kid is getting cheeky in his young age.

“Fine.” Mickey goes to his bedroom with his phone to call Ian. Damn straight it was awkward but at least Ian says yes.

“So?” Yevgeny asks when Mickey exits the room.

“We’re on for Saturday.”

Yevgen grins. “Good. See told you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He sits down with his son to watch the new episode of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Their date goes smoothly which is saying something since Mickey was shaking most of the time. They make their way back to Mickey’s apartment and Mickey walks to the kitchen as Ian notices how quiet it is.

“Where’s Yevgeny tonight?”

“Oh he’s staying at Mandy’s.”

“For the night?”

“Yup. He loves staying there. Figured I’d give him a treat since he’s the one that talked me into-“

Mickey doesn’t finish his sentence as Ian’s lips are on his, kissing him, messily as Mickey doesn’t react right away. He finally realizes what’s happening and puts his beer down carefully. He grabs the back of Ian’s head and runs his hand through Ian’s bright red hair. They moan in their kisses and their tongues roam with each other’s like they’ve already been doing this for years. Mickey’s moves his hand down Ian’s face so his thumb is on Ian’s cheek, massaging it. Ian grabs Mickey from the back pulling him in closer.

They pull away at some point to catch their breath.

“Shit.” Mickey lets out. Ian laughs and Mickey’s at his mouth again.

Mickey hops himself up on the counter and starts to take of his pants as Ian unbuckles his. He watches as Ian pulls his shirt over his head. He admires the sight of Ian shirtless before Ian reaches for Mickey’s shirt.

Ian gets himself ready as Mickey waits. Ian grabs Mickey’s legs and hoists them on his shoulders. He puts two of his fingers in his mouth and slicks them with spit. He waits for a nod from Mickey before he puts his fingers into Mickey’s hole stretching it. He licks his lips as he hears Mickey moan softly. Ian pulls out of Mickey and replaces his fingers with his dick, hearing Mickey gasp in pleasure.

They go at it slow at first and then Ian picks up pace per Mickey’s request. They finish seconds from each other both left breathless.

They go at it another 2 times that night and Ian falls asleep with his arms wrapped tightly around Mickey.

Eventually Ian’s tutoring sessions lessen as Yevgeny stats getting the hang of it but that doesn’t mean Ian’s visits are less frequent. He always make excuses to come saying he forgot they weren’t scheduled or something but Mickey knows. They spend the day together instead. They go on so many dates Yevgeny decides Mickey should start calling Ian his boyfriend. So he does.

Ian’s a good tutor but an even better boyfriend. He helps Yevgeny whenever he can and plays soldiers with him. He cooks sometimes, though to be honest it was probably best if Mickey cooked, he cleans. He’s the first fucking person to actually treat Mickey well and fuck if Mickey didn’t want to cry at just that idea.

honestly tho Tsukishima is so fucking #extra when it comes to Hinata???

Tsukki: *does something Good*

Tsukki: *immediately side-eyes Hinata as if saying “I did awesome too”*

this reminded me of That One Panel:

I know it’s not becoming of me, but I feel like a HUUUGE weight of discouragement because of that Ross art I did.

I put in all the time and effort, yet on twitter the thing only has like 4 likes.

Negan - Foul-Mouthed

Negan comes to Alexandria with his men to take half your stuff, just like he promised Rick he would do. While there, he meets you, someone who wasn’t in the line-up. He takes an immediate interest in you when he hears you swearing just as much as he does. You know you should hate him, so why can’t you?

Negan x Fem!Reader

Requested by @thesisterabigail

Warnings: Swearing

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So I gotta say that they did awesome with the characters. The first movie was more based around April so we never got to see the side of the turtles that we wanted and I feel like they really touched down on that. I’m more of a Raph girl (I’ll get to that another time) in the context of we are relatable and he’s freaking hot, but I’ve got a deep interest for Leo in that sense.


 oh my gosh. Like he just matured 100% from
 Can I take your daughter out to the ice cream parlour please?
Your daughter calls me master while I’m pounding her into the bed. 

 But is it just me being weird but I feel like he became kind of assholeish. Like it was totally sexy at some points but throughout the whole time of my second viewing I was thinking of multiple scenes of tension and angst between Leo and his bae. Like they got together in the first movie and he was still cute and fluffy and bouncy but in the second movie he’s completely changed into a leader that’s developed so many different traits from what he had initially. And his bae is like a complete spitfire (her bff is Raph) and she feels like he has no tolerance for her anymore.

Shes still a teenager and although her and the others are more mature than average Leo is just completely beyond mature to the point of almost non-tolerant towards the slightly immature. Like there isn’t much interaction between Leo and Mikey in the movie. 

 Of course that’s not entirely true he’s just forcing himself into that side of the spectrum because he’s yet to understand fully what it means to be a leader and he has a lot to learn and hes just trying to fill the shoes of a leader he thinks he has to be and you see him struggling a lot with that. In the end of the movie he figures out where he stands and it’s all good but…

 If you haven’t noticed I’m a suckerrrr for angst and tension and fights between the turtles and their bae so I was thinking of creating a multiple scenario thing of Leo and his bae. Like create it into a fic but only touching down upon certain scenes between the reader and Leo so multiple one-shots that continue off of each other. 

 Just basing it on the troubles in their relationship with each other as he goes through the phase of trying to figure out where he stands as a leader and where the team stands all together. He’s also trying to figure out where the reader stands in all of it. 

You’ll get to see a lot of angry Leo 😉 and we all know that’s a hot thing to see. SO YEAH THATS MY RANT DONE. WATCH THE MOVIE ITS SO SO SO BEAUTIFUL
 Btw… Hot 👇

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SO  !  as  of  today  i’ve  played  my  queen  erica  in  the  indie  community  for  a  year.  at  first  i  started  off  not  even  knowing  what  the  word  verse  meant  and  now  i’m  here  running  this  empire  of  people  who  deal  with  my  bullshit  and  my  long  rants  about  how  erica  deserves  better.  these  are  just  some  awesome  people  that  deserve  awesome  love  and  endless  amounts  of  finger  guns  and  hugs  for  just  being  so  awesome    …    did  i  say  they  were  awesome  because  yeah  they  are.

FIRST  :  MY  HOMIES  ,  aka  the  people  i  message  and  annoy  the  most  like  why  are  we  still  friends  ,  how  do  you  not  hate  me  yet.

@watchashea  ,  @resparked  /  @redesigned  ,  @sorrowbones  ,   @maidenmorte  ,  @heavenblind  ,  @meddlingheels  ,  @stopguilt  ,  @hasanxiety  ,  @coldgirled  ,  @dankfangs  !

SECOND  :  MY  HOMIES  FROM  AFAR  ,  aka  the  people  i  write  with  but  don’t  message  like  i  should  cuz  i’m  a  nerd.

@fightfaiir  ,  @sacrifate  ,  @impcled  ,  @bruiseblind  ,  @baywindowed  /  @oldeststory  ,  @guiltlxss  ,  @hastodosomething  ,  @andbeyonds  ,  @scartissueex  ,  @digitalrosas  /  @bittenrage  ,  @deathsdesiign  ,  @flameruin  !

THIRD  :  I’M  STALKING  YOUR  BLOG  I’M  NOT  SORRY  ,  aka  the  people  i  love  from  afar  and  want  to  write  with  more.

@icarusque  ,  @crimsonuproar  /  @soulhcart  ,  @cryoconquer  ,  @cryostored  ,  @reapermaiden  ,  @breaksminds  ,  @roastsalive  ,  @girllorn  ,  @valorslain  ,  @huntrise  ,  @agonyworn  ,  and  literally  so  many  other  people  !

if  i  follow  you  ,  you  belong  on  this  list  because  you’re  the  reason  i  still  write  everyday  no  matter  how  shitty  i  am.

i  love  you  all  and  thanks  for  an  amazing  year  as  erica.