Prompt: “Closer songfic w/ Jim?” -Anon

Word Count: 2,517

Warnings:  Mild Spoilers for Into Darkness and Beyond. Set during the first 20 minutes of Beyond, for the most part. Mild sexual content.

Author’s Note: I didn’t do the entire song, since there’s a lot of repetition. I picked out the most significant lyrics. I had so much fun writing this, I really hope you all like it!

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NEW VIDEO: “Flossing My Buttcheeks??? - I swear there was a reason why it’s called that. Reblog if you watched and now know why. Stalking people who share this by reblogging! :]


161204 // yixing comforting a boy at his fansign, who was crying over seeing his idol for the first time (*´∀`*)

Spring Dress & Sweater ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ

Another upload today of a vibrant spring sweater and dress, which is actually one whole outfit. I had a lot of free time to create some new cc today. But anyway I hope the female simmies can enjoy these outfits. Also thank you so much to puresims for this amazing dress mesh. 

-NOTE- All come in one file. There’s a total of 12 all together. Also these are not overrides of the original mesh. 

-Download | Mega | Spring Dress & Sweater 


  • Puresims for the beautiful mesh.
  • Sims 4 Studio for the brilliant tools. 

Please don't redistribute or claim as your own, thank you loves!

Happy first day of spring! :)

6 years ago today, October 3, 2008, the first episode of the Star Wars: the Clone Wars aired.


Dear America, 

I’ve been thinking of first kiss. I suppose I should say first kisses, but what I mean is the second, the one I was actually invited to give you. Did I ever tell you how I felt that night? It wasn’t just getting my first kiss ever, it was getting to have that first kiss with you. I’ve seen so much, America, had access to the corners of our planet. But never have I come across anything so painfully beautiful as that kiss. I wish it was something I could catch with a net or place in a book. I wish it was something I could save and share with the world so I could tell the universe: this is what it’s like; this is how it feels when you fall.
These letters are so embarrassing. I’ll have to burn them before you get home.


ok before i go i just think i should talk about–


seem familiar?no?? ok hold on

this is the original one(aka i drew it)

heck i had to merge them

i messaged the art thief about this and they weren’t replying and i was getting worried so just didn’t have a choice but to prove that they traced my art and whats worse 

these r the notes on the traced art post as of right now and it made me so upset to know this was getting so many notes

i know its not THAT much but this is the first time any art tht got traced from me has gotten tht many notes and it just feels like a huge slap across my face knowing this

i don’t want people to believe this whole idea,this whole concept is from them because it isn’t

and as much as this upsets me, i don’t want anyone to attack the art thief so @everyone please don’t theres enough drama on this website don’t make it worse

the animatic i made is so important to me and seeing you take away my joy and just doing this is just— i can’t take it

i’ve already reported them but obviously that’s not really gonna do much;;;

i just don’t know what to do

but if you ever see this post from the art thief

please do not reblog it

please do not give it a like

please do not attack them on that post that will solve nothing and make everything worse

im tired and scared that’s all i’ve got

GET EDUCATED: Don't Steal, Kids

That above is the Facebook conversation I had in January with Jordan Imiola.  I don’t know how much clearer I could have made myself.  The fact that he never wrote back raised some alarms so I made a note to check on his website later to make sure he wasn’t lifting my stories.  

I checked today for the first time since that exchange and found this and this Indiegogo campaign.   I watched the video of the cast reading and noticed that one of the stories sounded very familiar.  So, I went to Jordan’s website and downloaded a copy of the pilot episode of his sitcom, “Get Educated.”  Following are a few scenes from his pilot script, each followed by links to my own posts (which are older than his script).  

Exhibit A:

You Suck, Sir: AGING 

Exhibit B:



You Suck, Sir: CELL PHONES




You Suck, Sir: YOUNG LOVE

As a stand-up comedian, I occasionally see this kind of thing, but thanks to pros like Patton Oswalt and Louie C.K. calling out and shaming joke thieves, this kind of behaviour is now rare.  But the world of entertainment is built on desperation and ambition, so it’s still common for someone with a dearth of ideas to steal other people’s.  In the worlds of stand-up comedy and publishing, these people are known by one term: hacks.     

Jordan Imiola, you’re a hack.  If you were a young person or student, I would quietly admonish you and usher you toward a stronger set of ethics.  But you’re a grown man, so I’m calling you out for trying to profit off my stories.

Because these aren’t just stories.  It’d be one thing if I created these episodes out of thin air and crafted them as I do with my stand-up comedy routines.  I’d be upset, but I wouldn’t take it that personally because I’m not writing serious literature here.  I’d probably be flattered that you thought to steal from me before sending you a strongly worded email.  But this isn’t fiction you took from me—these are pieces of my life.  These are my personal experiences with people whom I cherish—my students.  I often wrote these down in my journals at the conclusions of long, difficult days when the only light in my career was these young people who carried my hopes with them.  These posts represent the best of my experiences in the profession that I love. 

And that’s why I feel violated.  How do you sit there in that Indiegogo video smiling, taking credit for all the writing when you know I politely turned down your request to use my material?  I know it’s 2014, but damn it, I still want to trust the community that I share these stories with.  I love getting messages from readers telling me how the posts moved or connected with them, made them laugh or even “LOL,” and how some of them have been inspired to become teachers.  You Suck, Sir is about sharing, trust, sacrifice, caring, and community and you stripped it of its spirit by reducing it to a few laughs in your sitcom pilot. 

So you, Jordan Imiola, suck. 

kuroo headcanons bc i love him 

  • the first time kuroo said his prematch speech, he was really nervous and had a biology test that day so it was all he could think of. he was really just rambling but now its tradition. 
  • kuroo is the team’s unofficial, official tutor 
  • kuroo’s notes are insanely neat. imagine the prettiest studylbr you’ve ever seen and those are his notes
  • he writes down scientific words he learns in class and memorizes them specifically for insults
  • he bites his pens and pencils
  • knows the elements song by heart and hums it occasionally 
  • kuroo’s goal when he was younger was to make kenma laugh at least once a day.
  • what drew kuroo to tsukishima was that tsukishima kind of reminded him of kenma in the sense that kenma has a neutral feeling towards volleyball and kuroo just wants everyone to have fun playing volleyball
  • it’s one of the reasons why kuroo likes to hangout w/ bokuto so much. bokuto has such a positive flowing energy that it’s hard not to enjoy volleyball around him
  • kuroo has definitely bumped into poles because of his fringe overlapping his eye 
  • kuroo thinks kenma says the funniest things?? the two of them would just be walking and suddenly you hear kuroo’s fucking distinct laugh and it was bc kenma had mumbled something that kuroo thought was hilarious.
  • kuroo is honestly so happy that kenma found a friend in hinata bc he remembers all the times that kenma felt alone and self conscious and he never wants kenma to feel that way again. 
  • he has a younger sister that likes to tie his hair up in many mini ponytails
  • also tried to style his hair once and it made kenma literally burst out laughing for five minutes and he never attempted it again

“Did you sleep alright?” Dean dutifully asked his best friend while the two of them were enjoying their breakfast, sharing homemade pancakes and strong coffee in the bunker’s kitchen.

As much as Dean tried to not be nosy, this had been Cas’ first night as an actual human being, and Dean could only assume that it hadn’t been a particularly exciting experience for the guy that he secretly adored. Nightmares were a bitch, and considering all of the things that Castiel had been through during his time as an angel of the lord, it was a given that Cas’ first dream hadn’t been a very pleasant one.

But when Castiel glanced up, he was smiling at Dean, somehow no longer interested in his food.

“Oh yes, sleeping is rather nice, I’m very much looking forward to doing it again tonight.” Cas declared without a note of insincerity.

Dean frowned, taking another sip of his morning coffee, contemplating.

“Okay… So you haven’t been like, suffering from bad dreams?” He carefully checked after another shot of caffeine.

Cas blinked at him as if that mere suggestion was ridiculous, putting down his fork before bluntly elaborating, his bright blue eyes scrutinizing Dean. “Of course not, dreams are fascinating… You kissed me, I didn’t mind.”

After almost choking on his coffee, Dean soon collected himself, not one to say no to an opportunity like that.

The next time Dean kissed Castiel, it wasn’t a dream, because Dean made sure that Cas didn’t have to wait until he fell asleep once more. In fact, Cas didn’t have to wait at all. Never again would he have to wait, and neither did Dean.

The kiss tasted like coffee, and pancakes. But most of all it tasted like stay with me, and finally.

< Part 2 under the cut >

This is a repost because I accidentally deleted the original post when I was using the fucking mobile app and I’ll never get over the stupid shit that I did. The old post’s “Read More” link now redirects to this new post.

Btw I’ve read all the tags and comment reblogs on the original post. Thank you so much for reading this long post, I really appreciate it :) 

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Back|| CandicexEdmar


Eyes opening the surroundings were a welcoming view, Candice’s bedroom. Turning sightly he could see her still asleep next to him, they’d both been fighting the jet-lag since coming back from Italy. Even in the short time they were there so much had happened. Slipping out of bed, Ed had pulled on his jeans and shirt before heading downstairs. This place had become such a familiar sight with fond memories, but one of their conversations from Italy kept itself in his mind.

Edmar grabbed the first sheet of paper he could find and scribbled down his note: “Candice, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have asked to marry you someday, that conversation should have never happened without me telling you everything first. I do love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. But I can’t. It doesn’t work that way, my life. I’m already centuries old and still have centuries to go. I would never be able to grow old with you. And I can’t ask you to commit to a life like that.

Take some time, think it over. If that’s a deal breaker then know I meant every word I said when I told you I loved you. And if it’s not….I know you’ll find me.
Love, Ed.”

He took a look at the word on the paper before folding the note in half and writing her name on the outside. Edmar set it on the counter taking one last look around. The uncertainty of not knowing if he’d ever see his place again, if he’d ever see Candice again. Heading to the front door he grabbed his coat and let himself out. Gods he hoped she’d find him.

The Quickest Silver

Originally posted by registeredalien

Originally posted by heartstacey

Pietro Maximoff x Reader x Peter Maximoff

The Quickest Silver

Prompt: Hello! Can I have a request where Pietro and Peter are both fighting for the reader’s love? Thanks!

Note: Yaaaaaaaaas! So hype! This is my first Peter Maximoff Imagine, so I’m pumped to write for him!

Warnings: Two Quicksilvers in one room.

“Hey. Hey (Y/N),” Peter said, talking quickly. He had been spending more and more time at the Facility since he met you, much to Pietro’s annoyance. Today, it was just you and the Quicksilvers, as everyone else was either on a mission or out of the house. Tony said it was your turn to babysit them, and that was what it had felt like.

“Yes?” You asked, pushing your reading glasses up your nose. You just wanted to read your comic books, to be honest.

“Time me. I’m gonna run to the kitchen and back. Ready? I’m back. Did you time me?”

“Leave the woman alone,” Pietro said, sitting beside you on the couch and wrapping his arm around you somewhat protectively. “She doesn’t want to be bothered by you.”

“Oh come on, old man,” Peter put his hands on his hips. “You’re just jealous that I’m faster than you.”

“You aren’t.” Pietro defended himself, puffing out his muscular chest and starting to get up.

“Oh yeah? Prove it. Let’s race. Right here, right now.”

“Guys, stop it,” you told them, but they didn’t seem to hear you.

“To the kitchen and back,” Pietro declared. In less than a second, both of them returned.

“Who won?” Peter asked, taking his goggles off and resting them on top of his head. You got up from the couch and started to walk towards the shelf of comics to put away your book. You could tell this wasn’t going to end any time soon.

“I can’t tell. I can’t process things that fast.” You answered, shrugging.

“Right. Bummer,” Peter zipped over to the couch and patted the spot next to him. “Here, sit next to me,”

“I actually have to-”

Muscular arms wrapped around you, and suddenly you were on the other side of the building in a janitor’s closet. Pietro locked the door with a click.

“Woah,” you wobbled, nearly falling over from the sudden rush of dizziness, but Pietro steadied you by pulling you to his chest. You could hear his racing heart pounding inhumanly quickly.

“He’ll be here any second,” Pietro whispered, his voice low. You gripped him tightly as you came out of the dizzy spell.

“Hey Pietro! Not cool!” You heard Peter yell from the hall as he zipped past.

“We don’t have much time. Eventually he’ll figure out how to unlock the door,” you whispered back, head still pounding. “So what do you want to do?”

“Just this,” Pietro answered, tracing your jaw and pulling your lips to his. You weren’t sure who had won the footrace, but Pietro had won the race to your heart.

{PART 16} Who Are You? //Im Jaebum

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (ft. Jackson Wang)

Genre: Angst

Summary; Jaebum finally confesses everything to you. Where will he go from here?

PLEASE READ: This chapter contains scenes that some people may find upsetting. Reader discretion is advised.

Please note that this series contains mentions of road/car accidents, amnesia and cheating.

I update this series every Sunday between 9pm-10pm (U.K Time)

{Part 15} {Part 16} {Part 17}

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Found the prettiest book I’ve ever laid my eyes upon and I couldn’t resist buying it. Also, I ran this morning and I didn’t know it was gonna be so cold so my hands were numb the whole time. Then I went to a practice APUSH test, which wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be. I fell asleep while doing the multiple choice because I only had 5 hours of sleep lol. Heading to the mall soon. Can’t wait to buy new supplies so I can motivate myself to study for the AP tests c:

Oh, and thank you so much to all my new followers! I didn’t expect all the notes that my first post got. I followed a bunch of you guys but it’s through my main blog so you might not know. Ciao~

Her Silent Throat

Why the fuck did I write this? I HAVE NO IDEA. Because I hate you all, I guess? This is what happens when you encourage me, you assholes. Seriously, though, I cried writing this. This is angst, folks, pure angst. Apparently I needed a downer before I can squeal over my babies.

The silver swan, who, living had no note, When death approached unlocked her silent throat. - Orlando Gibbons

Her Silent Throat

He starts forgetting things. Just small, inconsequential things at first - where he left his keys, what he needed to pick up from the store, how many sugars she takes in her coffee - Emma doesn’t really take much notice of it. They’re getting old, and she can’t honestly count the number of times she’s had something similar happen.

But then he forgets David’s birthday, and when she reminds him, he becomes irritated, ornery, speaking to her in short, parsed sentences that terrify her in their lack of affection.

Two days later everything is back to normal, and she forgets about it, throws it off as him having had a bad day, slides her fingers through his salt and pepper hair as she curls up next to him on the couch and they settle into each other.

Mal calls her a month later in tears, tells her about how she’d called to say hello and he’d told her he didn’t have a daughter, hanging up the phone before Mal could even get a word in - mom, did I do something wrong? she asks, and Emma tells her no, that she’s not sure what’s going on, but she’ll figure it out, you didn’t do anything wrong, honey, your father loves you very much.

It takes her another week to find the courage to bring it up. She’s scared, is the thing, because they are getting old, and she’s not quite sure how she’ll handle it if something is wrong. They’ve dealt with plenty in their time, but this feels different, this feels…worse.

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Anonymous asked: Drunk Dean serenading Cas and loudly and very obnoxiously declaring his love (I can’t decide if at Cas’ work place in front of all his co-workers, or at 2 in the morning in front of Cas’ house waking up all the neighborhood, lol, your choice) and Cas being mortified/embarrassed but secretly pleased. Please i need this so much!

Author’s note: I had way too much fun writing this. :’) 

At first, Castiel couldn’t tell what it was that had mercilessly pulled him out of his slumber. He blinked a couple of times, willing his eyes to adjust to the darkness of his bedroom. That’s when he heard it. The unmistakable sound of singing. Someone was singing outside, and rather loudly.

Castiel slipped out of bed and cautiously turned on the lights. He tiptoed to the room’s only window, hesitantly opening the curtains to check where the offending noise was coming from. The very off-key tones of some 80’s song could easily be heard now.

‘Nothing’s gonna change my love for you
You ought to know by now how much I love you
One thing you can be sure of
I’ll never ask for more than your loooooooooove…’

All of the air got spontaneously squished out of Castiel’s  lungs upon discovering what was going on. Standing in the middle of Castiel’s neatly mowed front lawn, was his best friend Dean Winchester, singing his heart out.

“Oh god…” Castiel muttered as he watched the scene unfold.

There was no need for him to investigate the situation any further, because there was no doubt that Dean was hammered. Castiel unlocked the window, feeling a tad annoyed, but also weirdly amused.

“Cas! You’re awake!” Dean excitedly yelled up at him as soon as the window was opened. “I was gonna throw stones at your window, but it seems I no longer have to!”

“Yes, I am awake, Dean. And if you keep this up, the same will go for the rest of the street.” Castiel scolded his friend. “It’s three in the morning, what are you even doing here?”

Dean’s eye roll could be seen even from where Castiel was hanging out of the open window. “Singing to you of course! For a smart person you sure ask stupid questions, Cas. So please just shut your pretty pie hole and let me finish this…”

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