go mumbles!

I was at my cousin’s house for a family barbecue and she shushed us all bc her neighbor ‘The Captain’ was walking by with a dog, and he was just some skinny guy with a long ponytail and a captain’s hat walking an irish wolfhound so we all like ‘what’s the big deal’ but she told us to wait and then like ten minutes later he passed again on his way back to his house but he just…had a different dog. it was like a cocker spaniel. she said every day he leaves the house with the wolfhound and comes back with the tiny dog and she’s never seen them get returned either way. she can never find out where he walks to. shes been watching him for years. my family was freaking the fuck out one of my other cousins looked like he was about to have an aneurysm.  

Since Jason’s truck is still getting fixed up in the shop, they use Trini’s 1998 Land Cruiser as their transportation (She constantly reminds her friends that it’s two years older than them) and that they better respect it. Billy takes her seriously. The others don’t. Zack’s sure that Trini loves the car almost as much as she loves Kim.

  • First of all, it’s Trini’s car. after years of saving money from birthdays and a good paying summer job before she moved to Angel Grove, she bought it with her own money.
  • It’s missing a headlight and has a huge crack down the middle of the windshield. 
  • Trini threatens the boys every time they get in “Zack if you put a dent in the roof I’ll kill you” and “Jason if you make us crash you’re paying for the damages.” 
  • She doesn’t threaten Billy or Kim
  • Kim gets control of the AUX cord and is the only one allowed in the passenger seat (which pisses off Zack and he tries to take it from her. Trini says she’ll throw him out the window) 
  • They start to call her car Hulk because no matter how much shit they put that car through, it’s still in one piece (besides the missing headlight and crack in the windshield) and that it really does feel like it’s indestructible.
  • One day Kim decides to have Billy hotwire Hulk so she can take him to the shop to “Paint over the ugly grey”
  • Trini catches them and just stands there looking all disappointed at her girlfriend with her arms crossed as Billy goes, “KIM MADE ME DO IT, I SWEAR!!” 
  • Trini forgives Billy
  • She doesn’t forgive Kimberly 
  • Later that same week, it’s Trini’s birthday so Kim wakes Billy up at 6 in the morning to steal Hulk. Kim takes it to the shop and replaces the light and windshield. 
  • They drive back to an angry Trini which quickly grows into a happy Trini because, “Holy shit, both of the lights work again!!!” 
  • The next day Trini notices painted pink lips in the corner of her trunk, which she didn’t notice before. Kim just smiles from the passenger seat as she hears Trini, “Kimberly!” 
  • Hulk is the coolest car in the parking lot of Angel Grove. Everyone constantly asks Trini she’ll give them a ride. She tells them to fuck off. (They grumble when Trini lets Kimberly in)  
  • Billy buys Trini a power ranger sticker family (Even though Trini swore that she’d never put a sticker on Hulk, she does it anyways because it’s Billy and she didn’t know that people were making them into car stickers now but she thinks it’s pretty damn cool) 
  • Trini gives her spare key to Kimberly 
  • Zack tries to steal it
  • Sometimes the gang shows up to school late because, “Kimberly, did you take my key?” “What? No, Trini, I haven’t seen your key, I have my own.” Trini and Kim then start bickering about using Kim’s key and Billy just goes, “It’s in your hand, Trini.” 
  • Jason wants to sell his truck for a land cruiser 
  • He doesn’t because, “Jason if you get a wannabe Hulk I’ll cut your balls off.” 
  • It’s almost like Kimberly lives in that car. Her sweatshirts and various articles of clothing are everywhere
  • One day when it’s just Zack and Trini, Zack just holds up a pink bra. (Trini slams on the brakes in the middle of traffic just to punch him all while her face gets red) Zack doesn’t stop laughing. 
  • No matter how many laws they seem to break with Hulk, they never get caught
Leather Jackets - Bucky Barnes AU

Request: “Can you make a Bucky imagine in which he’s like the bad boy who is really cool and falls for y/n and is super sweet around her?” // I did it as a Greaser AU because I was listening to the Grease soundtrack while writing lol

Word Count: 1167 // My requests are still open!!


The Greasers didn’t like to be messed with. If you’re not at their level, you can’t speak to them. You go near them, you’re dead.

Pacing quickly down the sidewalk, you avoided the glare of the boys in the red Chevrolet parked across the street. A message alert on your phone made you stop, pulling your phone out of your pocket.

Steve: Just overheard that the Greasers are gonna be at the coffee shop. Be careful.

Mentally groaning in fear of anyone hearing you, you slipped into the door of the cafe, walking with your head down.

“Hi, uh, Miss? What would you like?” The barista grinned at you, as you looked up from your phone. “Sorry, can I just have a juice please?”

“What’s your name?” She asked, holding your cup in one hand and a sharpie in the other. “Y/N.” You pronounced, smiling back.

Soon enough, your name was called and you took your drink, walking out of the store.

You looked around before pushing the door open, seeing the Chevrolet had moved. Breathing a sigh of relief, you pushed the door open and began your walk home.

Going to grab your phone from your back pocket, you bumped into someone.

Feeling a hand on your back, you looked up, making direct eye contact with one of the leaders of the greaser gang, Bucky Barnes.

“I am so sorry, I really wasn’t concentrating. I should look where I’m going, sorr-” You mumbled, rambling away, “Hey, don’t worry about it. Y/N, is it?” He smiled warmly at you, “Uh, yeah, that’s me.”

“We have English together, right?” He asked, trying to making eye contact as you looked everywhere but his into his eyes.

“That we do,” you laughed nervously, “See you Monday, I guess.”

“See you Monday, Y/N.” He smiled, brushing past you as you walked back home, texting Steve about your ‘incident’.

Soon enough, Monday rolled around.

School always dragged along on a Monday. Whether it be the non existent enthusiasm from the students, or the bore of lessons from teachers paid less than they’re owed.

Grabbing your bag and heading out of the classroom, you avoided the glare of the same boys from the coffee shop stood outside your classroom.

You felt their eyes leave as you trailed outside to try and find your friends, Steve and Peggy.

Walking past the bleachers, you felt all eyes on you as hands gripped your shoulders.

“If it isn’t Little Miss Y/N.” You span around to be met with the eyes of one of Bucky’s gang, another member of the Greasers.

“H-hi?” You questioned, looking away from where he stared deeply at you, backed by two more Greasers; the rest sat on the bleachers.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. May I ask why this pretty little mouth of yours was talking to Barnes outside the coffee shop last night?” You looked up, horrified that anyone had seen yours and Bucky’s conversation.

“I-I didn’t mean anything by it! I bumped into hi-” He pressed a finger over your lips, his minions trailing behind you, as he whistled for more of them to come over.

You were surrounded. You’d seen this happen before, and you prayed every night that they would never do it to you.

Grabbing your bag roughly off your shoulders, you gasped as they pulled your books out one by one, until they reached your sketchbook.

“Well what do we have here? A sketchbook! Let’s have a looky here shall we?” He smirked, picking up the black book from your feet.

Flipping through your doodles and practices, you prayed they wouldn’t find your illustration of the picture Bucky had posted recently.

But they did. Just your luck.

“And it gets better! How 'bout we show this to Buck when he gets here, hey? Is that what you want, Y/N? Attention? Well, sweetheart, that’s what you’re gonna get.”

Tears began to spill down your cheeks as he cascaded the sketchbook to the ground once again, the pencil drawing looking like a watercolour.

“Now, Y/N. How 'bouts we deal with you.” He spat, getting closer to your face. Grinning, he grabbed your hair and pulled your face up to meet his eyes.

Taking a harsh slap to the face, you looked into his eyes as he laughed, “Fuck. You.” you spat.

“What was that, Y/N? Say that again.” He looked shocked, but hid it. “I said fuck you.” He looked at you again, “You’re gonna regret that Y/N.”

Taking another hit, you saw the blood hit the concrete on the other side of the book.

“Hey!” A loud voice echoed from outside their circle, as the rest of the group scattered, you sank to the floor.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?” Bucky asked the boy stood opposite you, as you let more tears flow. “You know what, I don’t wanna hear it. Back off.”

Bucky kneeled in front of you, smiling softly. “Y/N?”

“Y-yeah?” You held your nose in fear of it bleeding further.

“I’m so sorry the did that to you, I promise I would never have let them if I would’ve known. Are you alright?”

“Apart from nursing a headache and this nose bleed, I’ll be okay.” You smiled back up at him, his eyes glistening as he looked at you. “Shit, you need to get to the nurse.” He looked around you at the destruction of your bag, trying to pick up your scattered books.

“Did you draw this?” He asked, awe taking over his features. “Um, yes, I did. I’m sorry, it’s lame. I just saw the picture on my feed and I needed prac-”

“Y/N, babe, this is incredible.” He grinned from ear to ear, holding the book so delicately. “T-thank you, Bucky. It means a lot.” He slung your bag over his shoulder, offering you a hand as he led you to the nurses office.

“I’m still so sorry, Y/N. Can I please take you for coffee or something to make up for it?” He asked, brushing your hair behind your ear as you held tissue to your nose.

“I don’t drink coffee, but I’m definitely always down for pizza.” You laughed, Bucky joining you. “Well, pizza it is. Are you free tonight?”

- 6 months later -

Finishing the final sentence of your last-minute homework, you shoved the books into your bag as a knock at the door snapped you out of the world of your science work.

Opening the door with a smile, you saw Bucky, donned in his leather jacket and all black outfit.

“Mornin’ baby.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips as you grinned into it. “Good morning, Bucky.”

“Did you sleep okay?” He asked, interlocking his fingers with yours. “I’d sleep better if my boyfriend wouldn’t keep messaging me every five minutes!”

“Well forgive me for caring about you!” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“You know I love you really.” You nudged him slightly as he grinned. “I love you too, doll.”

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Bucky x reader

Notes: WARNING! physical abuse, threats, protective Bucky, fluff. 

A/N: I found this little thing hanging around on my phone. It’s a little dark, but fluffy too. 

Originally posted by wintersthighs

1 new text message from Y/N, 10:23 PM:

‘Bucky, can you please come over?’

Bucky checked his phone when he heard the familiar sound of an incoming message. His brow furrowed at the sight.

“Gotta go” he mumbled hurriedly, and jumped up, grabbing his coat as he ran out the door to the elevator.

“Hey! Where are you goin’? Thought we were going out!” Sam yelled after him; but the elevator doors already closed.

“Don’t take it personally, Sam. It’s probably Y/N” Steve quipped with a smirk.

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and like, Jonas has a little bit of a hard time warming up to Even. not because he doesn’t like him, or doesn’t think his jeans always look just right, or doesn’t enjoy the way Even always towers over Isak the way Isak towers over him, but because he remembers Isak’s face as he walked out of that party, hood and shoulders and wall up, the way he seemed a shadow of his former self in those days after it, an even more distant memory of the boy who asked him to sing Jason Mraz by the lake all those months ago. and Even knows, sees the way Jonas hangs back when Magnus comes in for a hug, sees how he doesn’t always engage in the conversation like Mahdi does, and so Even asks him about it one evening, Isak a warm and soft and sleepy presence against him, Jonas cool and distant on the other chair. they talk about school, about mistakes, a little, about that cool new vintage shop that just opened near Even’s house. then the subject of Isak comes up, the subject of pasts, of wanting to do it over but better this time, both Even and Jonas getting a little bit defensive, because this is about their Isak, their boy, someone who probably shouldn’t get hurt, at least for a little while. and it’s not fighting, not really, but at one point Jonas does ask him a little bit annoyedly, where did you come from anyway. there’s a beat, then Even lifts his eyebrows, shrugs and nods towards Isak, tells Jonas, his wildest dreams and that’s the story of how Jonas and Even became best friends.

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Sick Pidge, please

dude…….yes


Team Voltron had had its share of illnesses; nobody’s immune system could have prepared them for space travel. The decontamination caught most of it, and the castle’s air scrubbers got most of the rest. But planetside, all bets were off.

In a way, someone being sick was good for team bonding, because the other Paladins tended to pull together to care for the sick one, no matter how much it irritated most of them to be fussed over. Shiro had spent most of his cold denying that he even had it; Keith had been cranky; Lance had been sullen.

No one was quite expecting Pidge to be the most dramatic, high-maintenance sickroom diva of all of them.

“Laaaaaance, I want soooouuuuuup,” Pidge moaned from her spot on the lounge couch.

She’d chosen to lay up in the lounge because the air moved better, she said, and nobody had wanted to argue. They’d dimmed the lights, so she could sleep if she wanted to, and were hanging out, quietly playing cards, in case she needed them.

Which was often.

Lance rubbed his eyes. “Pidge, I’m not sure if now is the best time to break this news to you, but we’re not on Earth, okay? We don’t have soup.”

“Huuuuunnnnk,” she whined.

“Sorry, man. He’s right. No chickens, no noodles. I can make you some goo if you’re hungry?”

She didn’t answer except with a pained moan, so Hunk shrugged and went back to the card game. A few minutes later, right when they were hoping Pidge had fallen asleep, her reedy voice floated out to them from the couch.

“I’m cold. Can I have a blanket?”

“Pidge, you have blankets,” said Shiro reasonably. “They’re the ones you threw on the floor. They’re right next to you.”

Pidge made a low groan that lasted at least eight seconds, flopping an arm dramatically over the edge of the couch. “I don’t like those ones.”

“One of them is your blanket. From your room.”

She just groaned again and rolled herself into the back of the couch. Keith got to his feet with a sigh and went in search of other blankets.

Allura exchanged a look with Coran over their cards. “Perhaps it’s serious,” she said, concerned.

“I’m literally dying,” Pidge garbled into the back of the couch.

“She’s fine,” said Lance. “Pidge, you’re fine. Drink your water.”

“I don’t want water,” she wailed. “I want soup.”

“Well, I want you to drink your fluids and sleep it off like an adult, but I guess that’s just not going to happen either.”

Shiro smiled fondly as they bickered, was still smiling when Keith returned with arms full of blankets. He dumped them on top of her, and she burrowed herself into them until just her snotty face was sticking out.

“Thank,” she sighed. Keith just poked her stack of tissues closer to her face.

Hunk shuffled idly. “I bet she’s just bored.” He pushed his chair onto its back legs so he could see her. “Pidge, you bored? Want me to read to you or something?”

Silence, for a long moment. Then a sniffle. “Yeah,” she said weakly, and Hunk put down his cards with a smile and went to find a book.


I’m celebrating a follower milestone! Send me a prompt and I’ll write you a mini fic!

I get that a lot of people really like the “we need to consider the consequences of science” theme in fiction, and I do as well. 

However, I get very uncomfortable that innovation that can be twisted into something evil, must necessarily and inherently be evil. 

Fitz did not create The Framework. He created a Virtual Reality training exercise, in order to help train new agents without anyone getting hurt. (Which, as far as I recall, was an approved and sanctioned SHIELD project that Jemma knew about and liked.) And we currently have Virtual Reality technology that exists in our world, and as I understand people are using it for all kinds of really good things:

  • helping terminal patients get to do things on their bucket list
  • help people terrified of flying disconnect from the world 
  • create beautiful fictional worlds for people to immerse themselves in as a way to enjoy their time (just a step above 3D movies??)
  • possibly teaching first responders how to deal with really traumatic situations

And those are just current applications that people are trying to improve and develop. There are TONS more applications that involve HELPING and improving people’s lives. Because you can potentially create an evil Matrix with virtual reality doesn’t mean the technology is inherently evil. 

If I recall correctly, Fitz’ job in SHIELD is to keep creating things that protect SHIELD agents and improve the way that SHIELD runs. Nobody complains about the containment module he created to help protect Inhumans? Or any of the other countless things he’s invented to help SHIELD? (Even though I’m certain if someone thought hard enough, they would be able to find an evil version of all of those.) The reason Radcliffe was able to build AIDA is because Fitz developed a realistic prosthetic hand for Coulson to improve his life. Should he not have done that? 

Yes, of course, it’s important to consider the consequences of the technology you create. But blaming a character for having someone else completely make a new, evil version of their technology with a mystical evil book that didn’t exist when the character made that technology is a bit far-fetched. 

Milkshakes

Archie Andrews imagine request for anon

You remembered snippets.

You could remember arriving to the party with Archie at your side and you remembered the first shot of that cheap spiced rum that Reggie had at the makeshift bar in his parent’s basement – but besides that all you had were snippets.

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okay so i’ve always headcanoned sana’s dad as a doctor, and i’ve always headcanoned isak as a future med student, so i would picture their first meeting to go something like this: 

  • sana and isak have this big important test to study for, and they end up studying for hours and hours and it’s almost time for diner, but they’re obviously not done yet 
  • so isak stays over for diner 
  • and isak is a very polite guest. always saying thank you. and he actually doesn’t decline sana’s mom offer of a second portion, and thanks her again when she fills his plate 
  • and you know, sana’s dad is the one who asks them “how is the studying going?” and they both mumble “it’s going okay”, and her dad says “i’m sure you’ll do well. isak, sana always mentions you, her very smart friend who always gets sixes”. and isak almost raises his eyebrows at sana and tries to conceal his smile, and sana wants to roll her eyes. and isak smiles a polite smile at her dad, says “i try” 
  • and then it finally comes, that “do you know what you’d like to do after high school?” and isak is pretty quick to answer that he wants to study medicine. 
  • and her dad! he gets so excited when he hears that, his eyes literally light up. and he starts asking all these questions, like “do you know what specialty yet? would you like to do some shadowing this summer at the hospital? i could arrange that for you! sana did it last summer, and she loved it!” and sana is like “dad”, because she doesn’t want him to overwhelm isak with all these questions, but isak just has this big smile on his face, and he tells her dad that he’s not sure what his specialty will be yet, and he thanks him for the offer, and tells him that he’d love to
  • so yes, sana’s dad is really really fond of isak. and the nice thing about this is that…isak has never really had that, a paternal figure who gets so excited about his studies, about his future. he never felt like his own dad really cared, he certainly didn’t get all excited when isak first told him he wanted to study medicine. but sana’s dad really seems to care, and is so eager to help and answer his questions 
  • and most importantly, this reminds isak and sana that they’re so glad to have found each other, this other caring friend always challenging them and helping them grow, this friend they share this very important common interest with. they’re so glad to have each other when they apply to the same university, when they both get in, when they both meet up on the first day of school, when they both sit next to each other in class, ready to face this new adventure together 
  • and sana’s dad, aaaah, he’s there to cheer them throughout this entire journey!
body guard | jughead x reader

Originally posted by kylogue

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anonymous said: hey, i’d like to request a jughead x reader where jughead is like super protective over the reader. like he walks with her in school. sits with her in pop’s. the reader is never out of his sight (only when she’s home). and the reader doesn’t really mind, bc there’s a killer in the town and stuff. and it’s kinda hot thank youu^^

“you do know you don’t have to follow me everywhere i go” you joke as you start your journey from riverdale high to the infamous pop’s chock'lit shoppe, jughead hot on your heels

but let’s face it, when wasn’t he? you’d grown up in neighbouring trailers and he was always so over protective of you, he’d walk you to and from school, to pop’s, to the drive in. everywhere.

you loved it, he was your best friend and essentially one of the only friends you had. jughead had been transferred to southside high but it didn’t stop him for walking you to and from school, no matter what.

“you’re not my bodyguard yanno?” you tease earning an eye roll from the dark and broody raven haired boy.

“there is a killer on the loose yanno” he pokes back stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets, a famous jones smile hanging off his lips.

“see that excuse expired a week ago- the killers been found and put away. i don’t need a security detail anymore”

you can see the clogs turning on his head trying to come up with a witty response to your playful banter

“maybe i just like to be sure that a beautiful lady like you gets to her beloved diner in one peace” he smiles sweetly nudging your shoulder with his own

“oo smooth jones, but unfortunately not smooth enough. this girl can look after herself” you smirk spinning around on your hells, the ice seemingly a lot more slippery than you anticipated

next thing you know your put on your ass, the cool snow melting through your jeans. you cuss and let out a muffled groan as you glance up to see a smirking jughead.

“oh i can defiantly see that mrs slick” he jokes offering you a hand up, you hesitantly grab his hand as he pulls you up off the cold ground.

“damn it!” you exclaim feeling the wetness on your butt, “my damn butt is soaking wet now great!” the boy goes red trying to suck in laughter

“it can’t be that bad, turn around” you huff turning letting the boy free range at staring at your butt

damn” he mutters, you spin around quickly trying to get a good look yourself “what! is it that bad? you panic

he licks his lips shaking his head “oh no defiantly not i think it looks rather-” he pauses “peachy”

you turn and smack his chest “stop it you perv”

he places his hands up in defensive, wincing at your contact on his chest “first of all-ouch” he pause and you roll your eyes

“oh please i barley touched you-” he narrows his eyes at you silencing you as you allow him to continue.

“second of all you asked me to look- so i was just admiring what you were so gracefully born with” he argues a smirk etched onto his face.

“you owe me a milkshake jones” you complain

“because i proved you wrong or checked out the goods” he comments as we continue toward the diner

“now that you mention it, milkshake and fires” you smirk batting your lashes at the boy as you use your back to push open the door.

“would you look at that you holding the door open for me, how very twenty first century of you (y/l/n)”

“add a burger to that order, ill grab us a booth” you yell to the beanie boy as you slip into your normal booth waiting for jughead to slide in opposite you

“you’re going to make me go into bankruptcy” he mumbles as he slides in next to you, catching you off guard.

he senses your tense “everything okay?” he asks stretching his arm behind you resting on the booth.

“yeah just you never sit next to me, always opposite” you smile biting your lip as you notice your closeness

“maybe i wanted to sit next to you for once” he beams bringing a hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear

“and maybe since you let me check you out we’ve moved up in our level of friendship” he winks our food being placed in front of us

“what’s that supposed to me” you blush feeling the room growing hotter

“well i was hoping to move from platonic bodyguard to sexy serpent boyfriend” you eyes widen your stomach seemed to flip in your stomach.

“you think with that leather jacket your all slick huh?” you tease picking at your fries

“your bad boy leather jacket facade can’t win me over that easy jones” you smile feeling a little more at ease even though your insides were screaming at you to kiss him.

“oh really? you sure about that?” he smiles playfully, you kept your eyes trained on your fries knowing that one look into his eyes and you’d melt

“mhm” you muse

in one swift movement his beanie is in your hands and he’s running his long fingers through his luscious raven locks, a strand of hair falling infront of his eyes.

you stop breathing your heart hammering in your chest as your ovaries go into overdrive

you open your mouth to report with a snarky remark but you end up opening and closing your mouth at a loss of words, mumbling a inaudible response before your cheeks heat up.

“what was that?” he tease closing the gap between you slowly

“screw it ” you mumble pulling him by the collar of his leather jacket crashing your lips onto his, jughead spends no time kissing back pulling on your legs so they were draped over his lap.

you hands roaming over his chest before working their way up to his neck and hair as his hands stroke your leg, pulling your waist so they was no space between the two of you.

you were broken apart at the sound of pop clearing his throat, you turn red burying your head into his chest “sorry pop” jughead attempts to keep a straight face as the older man leaves our table, shaking his head.

“so was that a yes?” he asks

you bring your brows together “a yes to what?” you tease

“to being your sexy serpent boyfriend” he wiggles his brows placing a kiss on your neck

“i don’t know maybe just boyfriend” you joke cussing him to tickle you, letting out a small squeal gaining the attention of the owner once more. a scowl on his face.

“fine fine!!” you giggle

“fine what?” he argues

“you can be my sexy serpent boyfriend” you admit rolling your eyes as he boy grins helplessly

“only if i can be your sexy serpent princess”

he nods pecking your lips “you’ve always been my sexy serpent princess”

valentine’s day // dylan o’brien

Summary: Dylan falls in love with a girl who hates Valentine’s Day

Requested: no

Pairing: Dylan & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language, themes, & smut throughout

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His long legs extended across her lap as he took a large gulp of the amber liquid. Sighing contently, he placed the glass bottle on the floor and snuggled deeper into his couch. Her hands were lazily drapped over his feet as she focused on the television. The movie that they had been watching was fairly interesting although she was having a bit of a hard time following the plot.

“Wait, is he the sister’s boyfriend?” Y/N asked her best friend who shook his head in return.

“No, that’s the guy they met at the bar who looks like the boyfriend.” Dylan explained.

Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N continued to watch the film hoping somewhere along the way things would make sense.

This was their routine. Every Friday night for the past 3 years was spent on his lumpy couch drinking beer, eating pizza, and watching movies. As the ending credits started, Y/N let out a soft yawn as she extended her arms.

“What did you think?” Dylan asked, eager to know what she thought of the film. “I thought she was going to pick the boyfriend’s brother’s friend.” Y/N admitted with a giggle, thinking about the cliched love triangle movie she just watched. “The ending was very unexpected.”

Pulling his feet off of her lap, he sat on the edge of the couch.

“What about you?” She called out as he walked to the kitchen with his empty beer bottle.

“I was routing for the boyfriend’s brother’s friend too.” His laugh echoed throughout the kitchen.

Their friendship consisted of watching cheesy romance movies together, texts at 3am when they couldn’t sleep, and the comfort of knowing that they always had someone they could count on. It was completely platonic.

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what to expect from every “rebooted” cartoon

  • complete removal of everything that made the original series good
  • memes and popular slang thrown in for no good reason other than for the creators to seem “hip”
  • creators bragging that upcoming episodes will “touch on serious issues in the world today”, only for said episodes to air and have little to nothing to do with the issue they said it would
  • wildly different art styles, making them look nothing like the original
  • shallow plots chosen at random and stretched out for as long as they need to be to fit a 15-30 minute time slot
  • plots revolving around common bullshit cartoon tropes instead of the plots prevalent in the original series
  • flanderization of characters until their entire character revolves around a tiny bit of their personality from the original (ex. robin turning from a serious leader who formed calculating plans with a rational and lowkey crush on starfire in the original teen titans to a crazy perfectionist who can’t focus on anything and essentially stalks starfire in ttg)
  • pandering to a completely different audience than the original, making it feel like an entirely new show with old characters there solely for the sake of nostalgia instead of a continuation of the old show
  • creators acting like the old show never existed outside of a few references shoehorned in, hoping such references will attract old fans
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Member: Jungkook x Reader

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It’s all me! / (more)

butteredonions  asked:

mumble my mumble, can you please write more of keith and pidge being amazing? I love when you have them tag-teaming on an adventure. Keith and Pidge save the day? All hope seems lost UNTIL--?

oh onion my onion, how about something entirely different from the nice quiet crap I usually write? i hope you like space battles. jk I know you like space battles


Keith slams Red’s controls forward, and she blasts up with a drag of inertia that fuses Keith’s bones to his chair. The warship’s beam weapon fills the cockpit with sickly purple light as it slices through space beneath him, glancing off the castle’s shields. There’s no time to slow down. Red’s tail picks off two ships with neatly-placed shots, and three more seem to push forward to replace them.

They’re losing. They’re losing badly.

Lance shoots by in the opposite direction, peeling one of Keith’s pursuers off of him. He’s gone quiet, which is never a good sign, but he’s still fighting. The carrier ship that had warped in - that had been their first indication of the trap the Galra had sprung, that had tipped the balance of the battle irrevocably -  releases another wave of attackers, and they swing in a deadly flock towards Shiro. Hunk is near him, watching his back. Keith has long since lost track of Pidge.

Keith tries to breathe, tries to calm down. Tries to figure the odds as anything but ever-shrinking. They’re all getting tired, and the castle can’t warp, and that carrier is spitting out too many ships. If they don’t figure something out, and soon…

“Hey, Shiro,” says Pidge suddenly over their comms. “I’ve got an idea. You’re not going to like it.”

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you: *an innocent store worker*

me: *stumbles in at 2:26 pm wearing socks and classy strappy wedges over my visibly swollen feet, pajama pants with polar bears on them, noticeably no bra, a hoodie, a long black cardigan, a diamond necklace, some of my hair tied in a ball but my side bangs are hanging down in the direct center of my face, glasses smudged to shit over my bagged eyes, a decorative pillow stuck to and hanging from my elbow, smelling strongly of chicken pesto pizza, carrying an armful of cheese danish, looks like I’ve probably cried within the last 15 minutes* “Yes hi hello listen I know I’m a vision of sheer absolute beauty and it can be a lot to take in at once but please I need you to be professional about this and tell me where you keep the hot sauce. Also where the hell am I?”