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Drag Race Asks

RuPaul: What’s your greatest strength – charisma, uniqueness, nerve or talent?
Sharon Needles:  Do you like scary movies, Sidney?  What’s your favourite?
Chad Michaels:  Is there someone you can impersonate to perfection?
Untucked:  What’s the shadiest thing you’ve ever said?
Available On iTunes!:  The first five songs that come into your head.
Michelle Visage: Are you a tough critic or a sweet little pussycat?
Bianca Del Rio:  Stone, gold, glass… What’s your heart made of?
Bob The Drag Queen:  Tell us a joke, funny girl!
Santino Rice:  Describe the strangest outfit you’ve ever worn, Amadeus.
Guest Judges:  Name three people, alive or dead, whose opinions really matter to you
All-Stars:  Ever had a brush with fame?
Absolut Vodka:  Favourite drink?
Bebe Zahara Benet:  Do you represent your hometown or not?
Raja:  Did you roll with the cool kids at school?  Or, if you weren’t a Heather, Heather, what clique did you fit with, Heather?
Willam:  A choice of questions – either tell us about a time you were thrown out of somewhere, or tell us about the sickest you’ve ever felt…
Jinkx Monsoon:  Trouble sleeping?  Or trouble staying awake?
Mimi Imfurst:  How far would you go to grab people’s attention?
Drag U:  Condragulations!  You’ve won a fabulous free makeover!  What sickening style icon will it be based on?
Max:  What colour is your hair today, and what’s your favourite colour it’s ever been?
Alyssa + Coco:  Can you hold a grudge?  (Extra points if you tell us all about it)
Tyra Sanchez:   Give us an unpopular opinion.
Katya:  If you could live in any country in all the world, where would you go?
Ongina:  Would you ever shave your head?  (If you already have, we want pics!)
PhiPhi O’Hara:  Is it better to be loved or feared?
Latrice Royale:  Tell us about a time you picked yourself up after a fall (and know that we’re so proud of you, hon!)
Shangela:  If at first you don’t succeed…  Is there something in life where you keep on try-trying-again?
Nina Flowers:  Does your look match your personality?
Violet Chachki:  What’s your favourite physical feature?
Naomi Smalls:  Take the first name of one of your personal idols, and the last name from another.  This makes the name of your brand new persona – now tell us all about your gorgeous self!
Jiggly Caliente: May I call you Jiggly?

Win Some Or Lose Some (Thomas Jefferson X Reader)

Request!: HEY FAM I GOT A MIGHTY FINE REQUEST FOR YOU! Ok so the reader is the girl who yells “that’s foolishness!” In cab battle 2 bc she’s pissed at ham since Lafayette was her bestie and after the meeting she yells at him and then TJeff comforts her (ANGST ANGST ANGST) THANKS ILY

Paring: Thomas Jefferson X Reader

TW: ANGST… arguing there might be cursing, I can’t remember. Sass (It’s a TJeff FIC what did you think)

WC: 982

MASTERLIST


You and Thomas walked down the streets of Virginia

“(Y/n)?” You heard your name.

“Yeah?” You took off your reading glasses and based your attention on your friend Thomas.

“Uh.. nothing, never mind.” He said turning back to his work.

“Okay…” You placed on your glasses again and went back to reading the documents in front of you.

“Actually!” Thomas spoke up and you turned to him again. “Uh… well… actually… would you like to go to…”

“Where, Thomas?”

“The next cabinet battle tomorrow! Yeah…”

“Uh, sure, what’s the debate about?”

“Sending help to France.” He said slowly and your eyebrows furrowed in anger.

“What?! Why is their even a debate about that?! Do these idiots not know what happen when they need help?!” You raged .

“Yes, I know it’s idiotic, but not everyone is going to have the same views, and don’t worry, I’ll win for ya.” Thomas messed up your hair. “And Lafayette.”

“Thanks, Tom-tom.”

—————–

“THAT’S FOOLISHNESS!” You yelled ready to punch Alexander in his face. Thomas tried to make get his point across to President Washington only to get shot down.

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Originally posted by allfandoms-imagines

Requested by anon <3
Prompt: could you do an iron man x reader where he tries to recruit her for the avengers? thanks!!

MASTERLIST.

You heard the diners door open and shut as you talked with a fellow waitress about some personal things since you didn’t feel like meeting up with people after work. The shorter girl glanced behind you, “Your table.” She murmured, giving you a worried look. What you told her was indeed disturbing – about how you were planning to leave your cheating boyfriend (to be fair, you were also a cheater, but that’s only because you were secretly a superhero and of course no one knew that) and over all the stuff that was so rapidly changing in your life. You turned around, your dress fluffing as you did. You noted a lone man with a baseball cap and dark tinted glasses sitting by the table, presumably eyeing the menu in his hands.  

“Re-fill, (Name)!” A friendly voice called by the counter, making the stranger briefly turn to stare at you. You smiled, immediately, taking cattle and pouring some for your regular customer, who might have a huge crush on you “Thank you, doll face.”

“This one’s on the house, Bill.” You winked, moving past him and taking out your notebook as you approached the new customer, “Hi and welcome, what can I get ya’?” You asked, friendly. The man with shaded glasses looked up.

“Hi, yeah, I’m looking for (Name) (Lastname).” He replied. You blinked. That voice was definitely familiar.

“Yeah, you lookin’ at her.” You said, a hint of suspicion in your voice. The man motioned for you to take a seat, “’S fine, I can stand.”

“Sit, just sit you will do it anyway.”

With a soft frown you obeyed. “So, heard about your superpowers and I need you to join us.” You gaped at him, leaning back in your seat but quickly looking around if anyone heard what he had said. No one seemed to pay attention. You breathed in a sigh of relief.

“H-How do you know that?” You didn’t even bother denying his statement.

“Because I’m Tony Stark.” He explained, taking his glasses off for a moment to let you gaze into his beautiful chocolate eyes. Even handsomer than on TV, you thought. His disguise was back on in a moment. He took something out his pocket, soon to be revealed as a business card and slid it over to you, “Call me when you’re ready. Here is not the best place to discuss this.” You nodded, taking the thin paper and standing up, “Also, pancakes with syrup and your ‘Chocolate castle’ cake-pie whatever.” You quickly wrote that down with a stiff nod and walked back to the counter where your friend was eagerly waiting for you to dish the details.

“(Name)!” She squealed, “Who is he? Is he cute?” She pestered, patiently waiting for an answer. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that Tony Stark was in your diner.

“Yeah…” You mumbled, “Yeah, a real handsome fella…”

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Dry Spell

Originally posted by skatesslut

Warning: Contains Sexual Content, View At Your Own Risk!!!

A/N: I wasn’t really in the mood to write smut, so this is something I wrote months ago for my friend’s birthday. I’m changing their names and freshening it up a bit.

 “ARE YOU READY TO PARTY BIRTHDAY GIRL!?!” Sam shouted picking you up. You laughed, nodding your head as he sat you down. “Happy birthday lil mama,” Nate said, also hugging you. Nate and Sam had decided on visiting you for your birthday, and what they had planned for the night was something you would never forget.

Nate placed a shot glass in your hand, as he drowned the one in his other hand. You took it from him and gulped it down, making a face at the burning sensation going down your throat. “Are you having fun?” he shouted over the music, you nodding your head in return, grabbing another shot glass, and drowning it. Nate smiled and grabbed your hand, leading you to the dance floor. It had been a while since you’ve been out to have fun, so this was duly needed. 

“Where’s Sam!” you shouted, starting to dance with him. Nate looked around for a bit, then smiled. 

“There he is,” he said, leaning down close to your face, so you could hear. You looked where he was pointing and smiled as Sam walked over with something in his hands. 

“It took a while, but I found some jello shots,” he said, handing one to you and the other to Nate. 

“You guys are trying to get me wasted!” you laughed, eating some of the jello. 

“We’ll be wasted with you!” Sam stated, also laughing. Soon you all were dancing again and the guys placed themselves on either side of you, sandwiching you. You started to grind on Nate, his hands on your hips, as Sam pushed more into you with the club being packed. “You know we should head back to your place,” Sam whispered in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. You felt Nate kiss up the side of your neck, his hair tickling you a bit. 

“And do what?” you asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting them to say it. You always had sexual tension with both of them and the thought that your fantasy of having both Sam and Nate was making you wet. Not to mention you’ve been in a dry spell for months now. 

“We leave and you can find out,” Nate growled in your ear. That was all you needed and so you nodded. Both of them leading you out the club, and into a cab. The cab ride was heated, a three way make out session happening. The cab driver was annoyed at one point and in the end, you had to pay extra.

     You moaned as Sam pushed you against the wall, your legs already wrapped around his waist. “Tell me what you want,” he said huskily, starting to nip at your neck. You were lost for words, whimpering underneath his touch.

 “I-I w-want you t-to touch me,” you stuttered out. He placed you down on your feet and lifted off your shirt.

 “Whatever the birthday girl wants, she gets,” Nate said from somewhere in the room. You looked over to him, and saw that he had gotten undressed, leaving himself in his boxers. Sam moved out the way as Nate stepped forward, starting to unzip your skirt, pulling it down. He looked you over, eyes clouding with lust as he took in your matching purple lace set. You bit your bottom lip, noticing his stare.

“Do something,” you whined, pulling him closer and smashing your lips against his. Nate moaned in your mouth as you reached your hands down into his boxers, rubbing his hard on.

 “Fuck,” he grunted against your lips, unclasping your bra. He picked you up, and carried you to your bedroom, Sam trailing behind. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this,” Nate said, slowly pulling off your panties, leaving you exposed to the two boys.

 “Not as long as I have,” Sam said, starting to undress. He climbed on the bed, pulling you closer by your ankles. You watched intently as he took a long swipe up your slit, a light moan falling from your lips. Nate chuckled, sliding off his boxers.

 “Let’s see what her mouth can do,” he commented. You opened your mouth wide, taking him down your throat as Sam continued to eat you out. Nate groaned as you moaned around his length. “Fuck, just like that,” he said, you starting to bob your head. Soon he pulled out and Sam grabbed a condom, 

“You want to go first?” he asked Nate, who shook his head.

 “I’ll watch for now,” Nate told him, starting to rub his length as Sam lined himself up at your entrance. You held your breath as he entered you, he stopped letting you adjust. “Shit, when’s the last time you did this?” Sam questioned, feeling how tight you were.

 “It’s been quite a while,” you told him, lifting your hips to signal that you were ready. Sam started to thrust in and out of you, his fingers gripping tightly at your hips. You started moaning and soon heard Nate moaning, his hand pumping fast at the scene in front of him. “Fuck, Sammy!” you exclaimed, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer, so he was deep inside you.

 “God you feel so good,” Sam grunted into your neck, his pace started to pick up. You could feel your release coming as he connected his lips with yours. Sam was close too and he moaned against your lips, releasing into the condom, and pulling out before you could finish. You groaned in frustration, only to have a scream fall from your lips seconds later as Nate plunged into you. He was pounding you like no tomorrow. 

“Ride me,” he growled, rolling over, his length still deep within you. You started to move your hips bouncing on him as he slapped your ass, a squeal leaving your lips. 

“You like that?” you asked, starting to play with your breasts, Nate nodded, eyes clouded over in lust as he looked up at you. His hands replaced yours, playing with your breast. A loud moan fell from his lips at the feeling of you clenching around him. 

“Let go,” he groaned, rubbing fast circles on your clit. You screamed out in pleasure, raining down on him. “Holy sh-FUCK!” Nate yelled, spilling into the condom. You rode out your highs and soon stopped, collapsing onto his chest. He lifted you off his length and you rolled to his side. Sam laying next to you. 

“Best present ever,” you breathed out. Glad that your dry spell was over. 

“We should do this more often,” Sam said, softly rubbing his thumb into your hips, Nate nodding in agreement. 

You yawned, rubbing at your eyes. “Definitely,” you muttered, curling into Nate’s side as Sam began to spoon you.    

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Requested by Anon #152

Clark: Y/N? What are you doing?
Y/N: My job.
Clark: What do you mean your job? I thought you had a job at Starbucks?
Y/N: *groans* If you just stayed out of Gotham none of this would be happening right now.
Clark: Innocent people have been hurt Y/N, some have even lost their lives.
Y/N: Just a matter of wrong place, wrong time.
Clark: How can you be so cold about this?
Y/N: It’s just a job Superman calm down.
Clark: This isn’t you. Clark Kent has told me this isn’t the girl you would be.
Y/N: That girl lives in Metropolis with a man named Clark Kent. Looks like it’s not only him who has a double life.
Clark: How did you kno…?
Y/N: Oh come on Clark! Your disguise is a pair of glasses! If you take off your glasses you are basically Superman! It’s not that hard to figure out!
Clark: Stop what you’re doing Y/N or I’ll have to stop you.
Y/N: That’s cute but how about this? You stay out of Gotham and my boss won’t send me to kill you.
Clark: Who is your boss?
Y/N: If I told you know where would the fun be in guessing who it is? Send my love to Bats from me would ya?

Start by spitting the broken glass
from your mouth,
let it cut your gums on
the way out and smile
with those red stained teeth.
Next, sharpen your nails
on the back of the skulls
that lay at your feet,
hear the bones crunch
as you walk away from reality.

Stop caring what others think.
Survive. In this world
that is not made for soft girls
become hard, like marble,
no matter what it takes.

And when they flinch, smile wider.
Let them think you are wild,
because if they think
you have lost all faculty,
they won’t see you coming.

—  how to make a name for yourself /// o.l
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“(Y/n) (l/n).”

You jump up from the couch at the sound of a raspy voice behind you, and spin around to see a strange man standing only inches from where you were sitting. “What the hell? How did you get in?” You pause and take another step back from the man. “And how do you know my name?”

“I’ve been watching you for a long time,” the man replies, taking his glasses off and pocketing them. His eyes are a milky white color, blank and pale, which makes your (e/c) eyes widen in shock and fear.

“You’re Stick,” you whisper, continuing to walk backwards slowly.

The corner of Stick’s mouth raises in a slight smile. “Smart girl.” He cocks his head to the side. “And pretty. I can see why Matt loves you.”

“What do you want?”

Stick sighs, as if upset. “This is not about what I want, Miss (l/n). It’s about what I need to do.”

He catches you off guard by surging forward suddenly. You go to scramble the way backwards, but end up tripping over the corner of Matt’s coffee table. Stick wraps a hand around your throat and drags you roughly over to the wall, pressing you up against it. You scrabble at his hand, trying to loosen it’s grip on your throat. “Please.” You squeak, feeling your body begin to weaken from lack of oxygen.

Stick sighs again. “I’m sorry, Miss (l/n). I don’t want to kill you. But if I don’t, your powers will get out of control. I can’t let that happen.”

The edges of your vision are just beginning to darken when suddenly Stick’s hand is gone from around your throat. You fall to the floor, heaving and gasping for air. Thunder and rain roars against the city outside that wasn’t there before Stick arrived and attacked. You’re causing it.

After gathering enough oxygen and energy to look up from the ground, you see Matt standing between you and Stick, who now lays on the ground, bloody and beaten. “Get out, and don’t ever touch her again.”

“Or what?” Stick asks. You catch a glimpse of blood in his mouth. “Matt, she’s a menace. Look outside, she can barely control what she is.”

Matt takes Stick’s collar and drags him toward the door, throwing him outside into the hallway. “If you come back, if I even see your face again, I’ll kill you.” With that, he slams the door in Stick’s face and walks briskly back to where you lay on the floor. “Are you alright?”

You nod weakly. “Yeah.” Matt helps you stand up and walks you over to the couch. The two of you sit on the couch, and you immediately feel how tense he is from the fight. “He’s right though, Matt. ”

Matt sighs. “(Y/n)–”

“Matt, look outside.” You interrupt him, gesturing to the window where the thunderstorm you created is just now calming down. “I can’t control myself. At some point, someone’s going to get hurt.”

“Then we’ll get you help. We’ll figure this out, (y/n), because there’s no way I’m ever leaving you. Ever.”

Anon 1: I’ll totally join your do-s girls club. Show me where I should sign my name LOL 👌😂

Anon 2: Can I participate on the do-S club? HAHAHAHAHAHA (FUTARI NO HIMITSU 1 FOREVER THE BEST) YESSS

Anon 3: hello yes this is a recruit application to join your Do-S Hell club, my qualifications are having a 70% survival rate of sawa manaka CDs and an unnatural attraction to Oresama glasses guys with a mole, thank you and i patiently await your approval lmao

Anon 4: Is it too late to sign up for the do-S club ? I have velvet ribbons we can use for capturing subordina- I mean recruiting members :3 (SAY NO MORE—APPROVED)

@soupae yo what i am TOTALLY in this do-s club (APPROVED)

He was scared of your silence. Jungkook never saw you this quiet before. You always were filled with energy like a ball of fire that could burn everything around it with its shinning heat. But what he was seeing in front of him now was broken girl, not the girl that he had always known to be the strongest.

He approached you slowly, afraid that if he got closer you would break like shattered glass. “Y/N” He called your name softly and you lifted your head slowly looking at him.

Your eyes were filled with tears, mixed up with pain that made his chest squeeze in pain. Jungkook hated it when you cried the most, it was his weakest point. He bit his lips as he wrapped his arms around you, close to his chest, to his heart, and you broke in his arms, sobbing.

His grab around you tightened as he buried his face in your nap and you buried your face in his chest, crying your heart out.

“It’s okay.” He whispered near your ear, his hand were rubbing your back , trying to reassure you. Trying to tell you that he was there for you. “Everything will be fine, I promise.”

Ideas I came up with this morning and summarily rejected.

Ants with names.

Ants without names.

Ants, spiders, and squirrels without names that are still missed by other ants, spiders, and squirrels who might have been close to them.

Texting while falling out of a plane.

Something about magic.

Slipping in the shower, breaking your hip, and not being able to get out - and then realizing the hair in the shower drain is starting to crawl toward your face. (I might come back to that one.)

Something horrible is happening to me in Candy Crush.

A girl named Allison who’s secretly a bridge.

Falling gums-first onto a pint glass.

Crabs.

Consensual sex with a Venus flytrap.

What I ended up writing today:

Nothing. But it’s okay. Because tomorrow’s another day and ideas are unlimited.

Bobby - 제목없음 (Eng trans)

Girl, what has happened?
We’ve broke up, how can this happen?
It doesn’t doesn’t doesn’t matter ~
A bit tired of it
Uh, you’ve worked hard, return home fast boing
Ha… you are my beautiful angel
I am your gaurdian knight
In my eyes, you look so bright oh
like a shining gem
I feel like finding you after you’ve left me

Every night, drinking and finding a way to forget this person
Rubbing my tears while thinking of you when sleeping
like glasses after glasses of drinking water
Your name still makes my mouth dry
Picking food one by one when eating
Or my love for you is not satisfied

Everyday sleeping and eating or being a zombie-like
Why can I not forget the memories which we’ve spent time together?
Why did you leave me behind making me can’t live without you?
And why did you leave me with much confusion?
That night when we broke up makes me feel depressed
Thinking of you, I feel desolated.
I feel heartbroken every day and night but I still think of you.

yeah

I should have known
I also know saying these words, our love will subdue
Really feeling depressed, really feel sorry towards you.
I have not treated you well, I, myself, am very disappointed.
It feels like just yesterday you were confessing to me, nervously.
The two words: romantic love is too fortunate to make a flower bloom
I think our happiness does not exist.
But we have already changed
The word ‘love’ has replaced by you and I.
Silently, I cannot accept the fact (that we broke up)


Today, am alone and angry
After you left me, it feels like summer has become a sick autumn.
Really really really lonely
What to do, I don’t even know how to treat you well.
Really (x8)
weary and tired, depressed
Is it possible to come back and stay by my side again? my girl


Today, after I woke up, looking at the mirror, tears rolled down.
I cannot live without you, even in my dreams, I am tearing up.
Why do I feel embarrassed when standing in front of you?
Why is it so smelly and dirty?
I can’t even look at myself like this
Today again, I am looking at the desktop and smoking
Looking at your pictures only, it makes me sad
Seems like the whole world is mocking me
But people will be pissed off having this uncomfortable feeling
Wants to go back to the time when I was with you


Without you, I feel like I have thrown away a dog (that is locked in chains)
Feels like I lost the steering wheel of a ship
Wake up from the loneliness, so lonely that feel like hiding.
baby you make me cry
i want you but i am angry
now
Without you, I feel like I have thrown away a dog
Feels like I lost the steering wheel of a ship
baby you make me cry
i want you but now
baby


I want to leave you in a cool way but I couldn’t do it and firmly opposed to it.
My life goes on only looking at you but you have left me, what should I do?
I really opposed to it, my heart hurts
My heart breaks into pieces and pieces
I am really disappointed, my tears could not stop
I cannot let you leave casually
I am not able to sleep peacefully thinking of you always at night
This night I am drunk again lying in the corner
Repeatedly thinking whether to delete your number at last or not delete it.
You are my wife
Relying on you, I am a fool (x7)


Why did you leave me behind when I cannot live without you?
And why did you leave me with much confusion?
That night when we broke up was was really depressing
Thinking of you, I feel really desolated
Depressing as well as disappointed (x2)
Still think of you
(What’s this kid recklessly saying..)

Note: I cannot guarantee you that the translations has the exact meaning of the song, this is a rough translation just to understand the whole idea of the song. This is my first time translating it, you may find many mistakes in it and I have limited vocabulary skills since English and Mandarin are not my main languages. Improvement for trans is appreciated :) 

leadahb-i I’ve translated the song after I sent you a message, I hope it’s helpful. :)

Baekhyun, “the people on the second and third floor looked sad, but I could see your faces!!! There’s a girl on the third floor with glasses and there was a girl who was jumping really uncomfortably because she was wearing a skirt. Some people came with their dads, so they looked kind of bored like “who’s that? Who? baekhyun? What?” So maybe on your way home you can show them our pictures and teach them our names”

I’m paraphrasing but I think I was pretty damn accurate

Imagine Calum just wearing a blue Polo button down shirt with his usual black skinny jeans and Vans. His hair is all tousled and he has actual blue highlights for a change instead of the blonde streaks he always had. He gets out of the car after hanging out with the boys, and he just takes off the Ray-Ban glasses he was wearing and flings it behind him. He sees you, standing by the side of the curb texting, and starts walking towards you. When he reaches you, he gives you the most intense, charismatic, and sultry look of his with that slight smile playing on his lips, and he says, “Pretty girl, what’s your name? What’s your number?”

lana | luke

Lana sat in the corner of the bar, her head resting against the wall with a drink in hand. The bartender could tell she had had enough, but wasn’t about to say no to the money and big tip she offered. “Another,” she said, he simply took it and poured some sort of amber colored liquid into her glass. A guy approached her and she could smell the alcohol on him. Hey sweet girl, what are you doing here all alone? “None of your business,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. Oh come on, sweetheart, what’s your name? “Can’t you tell that I don’t fucking feel like talking to your fatass?” She shouted and the guy got closer.

@wyd-luke