god i hate that ship name

Stuff My Mom Has Told Me During Hamilton (Act 1)
  • Hamilton: "Why do they start out with the end? Spoilers!"
  • Aaron Burr, Sir: "How is telling someone you stalked and punched them a sure way to make friends?"
  • "Mom..."
  • "Who's the random French dude?"
  • "Lafayette."
  • "Where did he come from?"
  • "France, mom."
  • "Is this man having sex with horses?"
  • My Shot: "Didn't that guy sing this on Jimmy? The lyrics were different..."
  • The Story of Tonight: "I would not have told you about nights like that..."
  • The Schuyler Sisters: "That poor Peggy...she sounds adorable."
  • Farmer Refuted: "I have no clue what's being said..."
  • You'll Be Back: "Does this apply to what's going on now?"
  • Right Hand Man: "BURR JUST GOT REJECTED!"
  • A Winter's Ball: "With the ladies? Didn't you say he liked John?"
  • Helpless: "Girl this is gonna end bad for you..."
  • Satisfied: "How do you forget your name then - BAM! - now you remember?"
  • TSOT (Reprise): "They're cute when they're drunk."
  • Wait For It: "Wait - is everyone having an affair? You said Alex does right?"
  • "Mom just listen..."
  • "What does this have to do about Georgia?"
  • Stay Alive: "Did they eat horses asses?!"
  • Ten Duel Commandments: "How is General Lee here? Why do they hate him?"
  • "That's Charles Lee...you're thinking of Robert E. Lee."
  • "Oh."
  • Meet Me Inside: "Alexander you gonna get grounded!"
  • That Would Be Enough: "A little Hamilton sounds like a bad idea..."
  • Guns and Ships: "Damn he's fast."
  • History Has Its Eyes on You: "That's some deep shit..."
  • Battle of Yorktown: "I LIKE THIS ONE!"
  • "Mom please - "
  • "THEY WON!"
  • "I know they did mom."
  • What Comes Next: "Wait did he - oh my God. 'Awesome. Wow.' That's how I feel when your father talks about sports."
  • Dear Theodosia: "That's an awful name..."
  • "Mom!"
  • John Laurens Interlude (i had to): "Wait...what?"
  • Non-Stop: "How do you go from something so sad to this?! What the hell?!"
!! SPOILER !!

I am so over this BULLSHIT Nancy broke Steve’s fucking heart for no god damn reason. I’m not saying she owes him love, a relationship or even her attention but fOR THE LOVE OF GOD WHEN SOMEONE LOVES YOU THAT MUCH AND TAKES CARE OF YOUR MESSY DRUNK ASS AND THEN SAYS “I may be a shitty boyfriend but…” YOU TELL THEM THEY ARE WRONG. YOU REASSURE THEM THAT THEIR MISTAKES DON’T DEFINE THEM. YOU TELL HIM HE’S AMAZING BECAUSE GOD DAMN IT HE IS AMAZING. STEVE HARRINGTON DESERVES BETTER THAN YOU CHEATING ON HIM GDMNT NANCY DONT MAKE ME HATE YOU.

  • York: From now on, we'll be using code names. You can address me as Eagle One.
  • York: North is "Been There, Done That".
  • York: Carolina is "Currently Doing That".
  • York: South is "It Happened Once In a Dream".
  • York: Wash is "If I Had to Pick a Dude".
  • York: And CT is...
  • York: Eagle Two.
  • CT: Oh, thank God.

I don’t think this needs a lot of context, but whatever.

Originally posted by lclfluid

I rewatched “Sleeping Sucy” and kept remembering who Sucy sees Diana, and I have this little headcanon now, that is that even thought Diana is well aware of her own greatness, some times she is a little concerned about her physical. Like, she doesn’t let others know how she feels about her body, and just tries to be better.

I don’t know, this took an hour and half, I’m really proud of this one.

Check and share it here please! It helps a lot!!

What I don’t understand is why, if you’re making a hate post or dislike post about a ship, do people feel inclined to tag it? When I go on a ship tag, I go to see the cute shit and read things about love. Not a five paragraph response to an ask about why you hate *insert ship name here*. You can talk about your opinion and whatever, but why tag it?

Actually, in retrospect, why make a post at all? I have plenty of ships I hate, but will I make a post about it? No.

I mind my own god damn buisness. I stay in my own lane, and let people ship shit. I have no need to spew my opinions, or write out why I hate the ship. Who cares? I have things I love, I have things I hate. I just focus on what matters.

Richie: from now on we’ll be using code names

you can adress me as Eagle One

Stan, code name- Been There, Done That

Eddie is -currently Doing That

Ben is - It Happend Once In A Dream

Bev, code name - If I Had To Pick a chick

Bill is -Eagle Two

Bill: oh thank god!

Imagine Peter Keeps Trying To Flirt With You

Originally posted by alphalewolf

There She Is

Requested By httpstarlords

Summary: You’re shy and used to minding your own business- and then Peter Quill starts to take an interest in you, and you feel pressured to break free of your very tight shell. 

Warnings: none– there may be some language.

A/N: This one took me a little while to complete, considering that I’ve been at my sisters apartment. Also, this was really funny to listen to when I accidentally did that thing on Pages where you can have the robot read it to you. Just thought you should know. Just cuz.


Peter Quill was the type of man to get what he wanted, so you ignoring and scurrying away from his little comments seemed to only draw him in. You weren’t sure if it was because he was just curious as to why you had turned him down, or if he had just wanted to bother you. Either way, you were very uncomfortable.
It’s not like he makes you feel that way- you just always have, around people in general. You were shy and anxious, used to keeping to the shadows and watching beautiful people like him score with other beautiful people like that Gamora girl.
You sat on a messy old chair in Knowhere, frantically bouncing your knee and biting your lip. There were a lot of people around- and your friend had left you to go off and make some deal with someone who may or may not want to kill her.
It was then when you saw Peter staring at you from a distance- you had visited Knowhere many times before, and he always seemed to know where to find you. You curled up on yourself, trying to become as small as possible. But it was too late, the damage was done. He was approaching you- you, all alone, with no one but yourself to help you through this. Your heart was already racing.
“Funny running into you here, again,” he said, pulling up a chair besides you. You looked down, glancing up at him momentarily as he grew silent. You really just wanted to go home. “You know I’m not gonna stop.”
You jumped at his suddenly serious tone, looking up at him. “Stop what?”
He smirked, leaning against the back of the chair and folding his hands together on his stomach, “trying to get you to go out with me. Come on, one date?”
You squirmed, completely sure that his definition of date was different than yours. You looked down again, sighing. You wished you had the guts to tell him to go away, or, at the very least, that you didn’t want just a fling. You wanted something- something- you wanted something. You weren’t entirely sure what that was, but really, who ever does?
“Alright, fine, have it your way,” he said, biting on his lower lip, “just wondering, is there a reason you’re always so quiet?”
You clamped your lips shut, using your hair to create a curtain between the both of you. You hoped your friend wouldn’t end up dead, because, god, you really needed her.
Peter reached over gently, pushing the curtain of hair behind your ear, leaving his hand on your head for longer than what you deemed sociably acceptable. You shifted in your seat, clenching your jaw and sitting on your hands.
“Are you scared of something?” he asked, scooting closer to you, “scared of me?
You rolled your eyes, glancing up at him again. The smirk on his face made you surprisingly angry, and you huffed, turning away quickly. You would stand up and walk away had your friend been very clear that if you weren’t there when she got back, she’d be leaving without you.
“Come on, tell me something.” Peter begged, sticking out his lower lip, “your name? Where you’re from?”
You weighed your options in your head: ignore him until he goes away, or maybe just humor him. You picked the latter, hoping that your voice didn’t shake as you spoke. “I’m Y/n-“ you said, but stopped once you realized how unstable you sounded. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, holding your breath, nearly devastated.
He chuckled, tilting his head and staring at you with tired eyes, “I’ll take it you’re not from around here, then. But I see you’re here a lot. There a reason for that?”
You pressed your lips into a straight line, focusing your attention on your feet. A wave of insecurity washed over you, making you bite you’re lip a little too hard. You tasted the sweet blood in your mouth, wincing as the embarrassment overcame you.
His smile faded, and watched you curiously, leaning in as you shuddered. “Hey, Y/n? You alright-“
You caught a glimpse of your friend walking towards you in the corner of your eye and stood, hurrying over to her, nearly tripping over yourself the entire time. By the time you reached her, your eyes were bathed in tears, and your breathing was rapid and unsteady.
“What’s going on?” she asked, looking around.
You shook your head, “I don’t know what to say- he just came up-“
“Who did?” she asked, calmly reaching her hand behind her coat, to the gun she had concealed.
“That Peter guy!” you whisper-yelled, calming down only slightly.
She stared at you for a long moment, and then bursted out laughing, her hands falling to her knees. You cringed, shrinking in on yourself. “Him? Why don’t you just say yes already! I’ll bet there are girls and guys lined up to be with him!”
You looked to the floor as if you were getting scolded by a parent, slowly moving your foot back and forth, “I was trying to talk, really I was. But I couldn’t. I’m too-“
She sighed, reaching an arm out and draping it over your shoulder, “it’s okay. You’ll be able to say something eventually. We’ll be back, anyway- stupid guy wasn’t even here.”
You groaned, “great.”

———

The next day you tried your best to hide, but that doesn’t really work when the person you’re hiding from is Starlord.
You bit your lip anxiously as he parted from his pet raccoon and made his way over to you, a determined set to his eyes, and a smirk on his lips.
No, no, no, no, no, please…” you whispered, turning away and hurrying in the other direction. Maybe he’d take the hint. Maybe he’d walk a different way.
You made your way out to a little balcony like thing, standing with your back towards the archway, watching the stars. The twinkling lights sprinkled amongst the backdrop of black always calmed you; perhaps someday you’d shine as much as they do.
“So close,” said a voice from behind you, rapidly approaching, “but you can’t escape a legendary outlaw.”
You sighed, turning slowly towards him, trying to hide the dark blush that spread across your cheeks. “H- hi-“ you struggled.
He smiled, stopping in front of you and leaning down slightly, tilting his head. “Now tell me, what’s a pretty girl like you so afraid of?”
You paled, taking in deep breaths and staring down. You felt his fingers fold around your chin, forcing your gaze upwards and into his eyes. You forgot about your breathing, about your shaking, about control. You gave up these things for the well-known but always agonizing panic that claimed ownership of your mind.
He seemed to notice, his flirty stature dying away, his hands falling, “really, Y/n. God, I hope thats your name. It’d be pretty bad if it isn’t.”
You felt yourself smile a little bit, glancing up at him. You nodded, “it is…”
He smiled a little, “so how about it? How about I show you my ship- it’s pretty sweet.”
You shuddered, unsure of how that situation would really go, because while you were very conservative, you didn’t have the best sense of self-control. And you’d hate to live through the embarrassment of that. And you had a valid excuse- you were probably about to be called to go save your friends ass.
“I-“ he began, just as the little phone in your pocket started buzzing. You clicked it off, looking up and sighing at him.
“Gotta run,” you whispered, your voice cracking, and took off in the direction of your friend. You heard him following you, to see where you were off to, and decided to let him. Maybe he’d get shot- and then you really would never need to worry about him again.
You saw your friend holding her hands up in surrender, three big guys coming in on her. You sighed, Quill coming up behind you and whistling. You pulled out the guns you had hidden on both sides of your belt, moving quickly to your friends side.
“Alright,” she said, “I suggest you let me go, or get your heads blown off by the best shot in the galaxy!”
You paled at the exaggeration, but held your strong stance as they continued advancing. You charged up the lasers, clenching your jaw and listening for Peter behind you. You could feel his eyes boring holes into your back, but you kept staring forward, avoiding eye contact with the giants.
“Fine, then! Have it your way!” she shouted, drawing a crowd. “Fire!
You finished charging up the lasers with a satisfying buzz, shooting one guy as the others began to scramble. You avoided a shot with a roll in one direction, landing on one knee and firing towards the source of the laser. You found the other guy standing firm with a giant gun trained on you, and took a deep breath as you charged up your phasers one final time.
And then something happened- Peter jumped in front of you, a strange mask covering his face, guns blazing. The man fell down within a few hits, his gun hitting the floor with a very loud bang. It was almost comical.
“Ah,” your friend said, squeezing your shoulder, “those weren’t event the guys I needed.”
You sighed, tucking your weapons away and glancing at her, “nice.” You turned to walk away, your fists clenching and unclenching. You heard Peter following you again.
“Hey!” he said, hurrying to your side, “that was amazing- what are you, some kind of ninja or assassin or something?”
You bit your lip, turning to look at him, “no.”
He stared down at you, raising his eyebrows and nodding. “Oh- okay- so, about coming along with me-“
You shook your head, hurrying up onto your friends ship, closing the door behind you and sinking to the ground. You wanted to say yes. But you were too afraid.
Sure, take a few lives, no problem. Save your best friend, no problem. Say yes to a date with the guy who was easily the hottest in the universe- don’t even try.

——-

You stayed on the ship for longer than you had to the next day. Your friend had dragged you out of bed, saying that today was probably the last day you’d be stuck here, getting chased around by Peter.
“I wanna say yes, but-”
She groaned, pulling you up and out of bed angrily, “then just say yes! So you’re a little quiet when he takes you out, but you’ll get used to him eventually!”
You shifted uncomfortably, sighing, “I wish it were that easy, but every time I look at him, I can’t breathe, and I get so nervous I start to shake and sweat and run and-“
She laughed, shaking you by the shoulders, “because you like him, you idiot! So go out there today, and when he finds you, because he will find you, just go with him to the ship!”
You bit your lip, nodding shamefully, “okay, I guess…”
So you sat in wait for two hours, watching people pass by, losing your confidence by the second. Then finally, in the corner of your eye, you saw that red jacket, and jumped up. You didn’t want to approach him, but you weren’t sure he noticed you there. You decided you’d walk past; maybe he’d try and get your attention. You stuffed your hands in your pockets, putting your head down, and trying your best to blend in with the crowd while still being visible to him.
Come on, Star-idiot.” you whispered, furrowing your eyebrows. You weren’t entirely sure where you were going, just that you were going to keep walking straight until you ran into something or got beat up by a gang of intergalactic thugs.
“Hey! Y/n!” he yelled, and you sighed, stopping short just as you neared a suspicious looking group of men and women.
You turned on your heel, trying to smile. “Yes?” you asked lightly, almost inaudibly.
“I’ve been looking for you- about yesterday- wow.” he said, shaking his head and laughing, “I wouldn’t’ve pegged you as that kind of girl.”
You shrugged, someone bumping into you and pushing you forward. You struggled to get your hands out of your pockets, landing hard against Peter’s chest. You winced, hurrying to back away, “sorry, sorry, I-“
He smiled, reaching out and holding onto you as you tried to steady yourself, “I think thats the most I’ve ever heard your voice before. Do it again.”
You sighed, wishing he would just ask you out already. You were dreading saying yes and following him back to his ship. “I don’t… know what to say?”
He smiled wider, winking at you, “there she is.”
You bit your lip, turning your eyes away from his face.
“Come on,” he said, and you sighed in relief, “let me show you my ship. Please.”
You nodded, reaching a hand out to grab his arm so you wouldn’t get separated in the sudden rush around you. Halfway there, a man resembling one of the ones from the previous day came out of nowhere, hurrying towards you and pushing you away from Peter.
“Hey!” he shouted, hurrying after you.
The mans hands were wrapped firmly around your neck, pushing you back further still, until you were out of the crowd of people. “Let- me- go-” you choked, pulling down on his thumbs, struggling to keep your feet under you.
He growled, tightening his grip. And then, all of a sudden, a hand appeared on his beefy shoulder, spinning him around and punching him.
“Peter!” you shrieked, backing away to catch your breath. You reached under your jacket to get your gun, but quickly stopped as the man stalked away, grumbling about something in a different language.
Peter smiled, offering you his arm again, “now we have a real reason to get back to my ship. Let’s clean you up a little, yeah?”
You blushed, wrapping one hand around his bicep while the other wiped at the blood gathered by your lips. “Okay.”

———

The ship was a decent size- had a little ladder for different levels, a nice control pannel, decent sitting, though it was kind of a mess.
“This baby has been with me through thick and thin,” he said happily, patting the wall. You smiled, looking around with wide eyes.
“It’s kind of messy…” you said gently, trailing your fingers along different drawers.
He smiled, “yeah, and if I had a-“
“Well look who Peter finally brought home.” someone said, and when you turned to look around you were surprised to see no one there. “Down here, kid.”
You blushed, looking down at the small raccoon.
“Rocket- man- come on-“ Peter tried, sighing and rolling his eyes.
Rocket held up a hand- or… paw- and winked at you, “I thought you’d never do it, Quill. Congratulations.”
You clenched your jaw, trying to steady your breathing. “Wh.. what?
Rocket nodded to you, “looks like Groot won that pool.”
Peter’s expression sunk, and he shook his head, “Rocket, go.”
You shook your head angrily, tears welling up in your eyes. So it was a game. You pushed past Peter and Rocket, making your way outside and back into the crowds. Hurt spread through you, even though you knew you had hardly any reason to be upset at all. You barely knew him- so why did get yourself so worked up about it?
You hadn’t realized that you stopped walking once you reached the outside of the ship, just standing there and staring into the crowd mindlessly.
Peter followed after you, turning you towards him and staring into your eyes angrily, “nothing he said was true, and if it was, I had no part in it. Any of it.”
Your lips fell agape, and you wanted so desperately to turn and run away. You looked at him, feeling as though there was steam coming from your ears. “This is what I was afraid of!” you yelled, overcome with anger.
He raised his eyebrows, taken aback by your sudden unexpected outburst. “Hey- hey-“ he reached out to you, raising one hand in surrender.
“Don’t touch me!” you cried, slapping his hand away, “you should’ve just left me alone!” You turned to move away, your eyes stinging. You were beginning to make a scene.
He sighed, following after you, “come on, give me one more chance. One more.”
You turned back to him, wiping your cheeks with the backs of your hands, “for what? I barely gave you a first chance and you messed it up!”
“I didn’t mess it up! It was them- them!
You let out a quiet sob, looking back down to the ground. “Yeah,” you said in a whisper.
He frowned, placing his fingers under your chin and lifting your head up, locking his eyes with yours, “what they did- that’s not me. Well, not in situations like these… Listen, I like you, Y/n, I really do. And seeing you sitting there, alone, I don’t know, something came over me, and I just… It was like I-“
You laughed a little, seeing as he tried to come up with a corny way to explain himself. “Okay,” you said, staring up at him, placing one hand on his chest, “I guess I could… give you another chance…”
He smiled, “re- really?”
You nodded, and stood on your toes, placing a gentle kiss to his lips before turning back to his ship, “well, come on, then. Show me around?” Your voice was still low, but you were getting better at forcing the words out now.
“Yeah-“ he said, “yeah! Come on.” He locked his hand with yours- warm, calloused, him. You smiled.
Peter Quill was the type of man to get what he wanted, but apparently, he didn’t get everything handed to him on a silver platter.
At least, that’s not how he got you.

anonymous asked:

you know what pisses me the fuck off? you act like not liking a member is awful. it's really not. when theres a group of friends and you like some of them and some of them not theres not a problem either? god fucking damn it yes I'd be happy if that particular member would leave, because I (!) also think he contributes absolutely nothing to this band. why do you act like its criminal? i mean I wont say it to him or tweet it anywhere or what ever. its not that deep

lol, at least not be a coward and put a name on such strong words. yet here you are as anon. typical.

It’s not really about not “liking” a member, my point is more really on “hating” on a particular member or a ship if this is a reaction to that other post of mine. also if you have a group of friends and you don’t like some of them, then you’re not friends. lol wtf is even calling someone a friend and you don’t like them :))))) that’s dumb. I’m not saying it’s criminal, for me, it’s just dumb.

I understand preferences but what is your basis for not liking someone in bangtan? the 5 mins of bangtan bomb we get? the 4 mins performance? 3 page magazine interview? 20 mins vlive video? My thing is that there are only a few moments we have of these boys and that we don’t know who they really are as a whole because we don’t actually spend/see them all the time, all the hours of the day. So not liking them based on selective info about who they are as a person is kind of unreasonable to me. There’s only so much we know about them and what you notice is the negative?! why? 

It goes the same for ships. Shipping for me is a part of fandom culture and an extension of our affections and adoration for bangtan. It’s a step away from reality and it’s something we gush about to each other and must always be taken in that out-of-reality context. It’s not real and to specifically exclude people that likes ships you don’t like is just a waste of time to me. because it’s not real and you might be missing-out on talking to amazing people just because you have an irrational view about things that aren’t even real. 

If you specifically really don’t like someone in Bangtan then don’t call yourself a bangtan fan. You’re just a fan of the 6 members, don’t concern yourself with Bangtan as a whole then. Also who are you to think that someone in bangtan contributes absolutely nothing to the band!??! How does one even conclude that?!

anonymous asked:

I JUST GOT INTO KNK !!! IS THERE A MASTERPOST WITH THE BEST VIDEOS N INFO TO START WITH?? 💕

First of all, welcome to our little family/fandom

Originally posted by knkeunakeun

I don’t necessarily have a specific master post but I will create one right now. Since I don’t want this to cover up people’s dash, just click read more because I’ll try to go through everything as simply as I can :’) (Edit: REALLY sorry y’all for some reason this doesn’t work on mobile app so I’m removing the ‘read more’ thing)

First of all, the basics: there are 5 members. Although they may look cool in their music videos, they’re just a bunch of dorks.. Don’t be fooled.

Let’s briefly start with Kim Youjin: ‘93 liner, the eldest member, basically the dad (and the mum) of the group, looks like a dinosaur when he sings, hates skin ship (he literally cringes), had the cutest red nose after removing his mask when he was on king of masked singer (idk why I think this is important to know), nothing scares this guy, usually quiet but he is just as weird as the rest of the members once he gets comfortable.

Originally posted by knkingjay

Park Seungjun: also a ‘93, the tallest member, a big softie, gave us the name tinkerbell (how cute), calls cartoon and game characters his ‘sunbaenim’, likes talking about Jihun’s butt (I always mention this but oh gOD), loves skin ship and will find any excuse to have skin ship, his laugh..is special, self-proclaimed as ‘best in english’ in knk, drinks a lot of pumpkin juice.

Originally posted by chaoticcassidy

Next is Jeong Inseong: ‘94 liner, basically a bunny, has the cutest laugh, usually the loudest (screams when something shocks him but it is cute), also loves skin ship (well they all do minus Youjin), hits them high notes so smoothly and makes it look easy, he watched his own performance 50 times because who wouldn’t, likes to show tinkerbells love.

Originally posted by frogger-heejun

Then we have Kim Jihun: ‘95 liner, a.k.a Kimchi or Kimchihun, the leader, funniest laugh, he turned blonde and ruined half of tinkerbells’ lives (because he looked so good), assumed to be Seungjun’s boyfriend (those two..), he choreographed two of KNK’s dances and ruined everyone’s life with his performance of Troublemaker with Hani from EXID.

Originally posted by aintmyoppa

Lastly, Oh Heejun: ‘96 liner, maknae, in 95% of their broadcasts you will find him on the floor, his reactions are so extra, easily the one who gets scared the most, is Youjin’s weakness, he is everyone’s weakness tbh, I believe he is the funniest member (idk how many people have him as their bias wrecker or bias but you can’t not love him!), smol bean.

Originally posted by seunqjun


As for other things I could recommend, I recommend going through their vlive broadcasts and their My KNK TV episodes (you can find these on youtube-I’ll link my favourites with the rest of the videos down there). 

Here is a list of things you could watch (not sure if all their content has English subs though, turn on CC) :

My KNK TV (only posting some, you can find more on that youtube channel with english subs (bless them), or you can find them on their vapp channel)

ep. 33 (a personal favourite-warning: jumpscares)

ep. 42  (part 1) 43 (part 2)

ep. 51 (part 1) 52 (part 2) -Halloween special

KNK on KSTYLE TV: kcon immigration

KNK on Weekly Idol: 1  2  3  4

KNK (Seungjun & Inseong) on Doni’s hitmaker

KNK on ASC 1 | 2 (honestly don’t remember if I watched the second time they were on there but I heard a lot of mixed reviews)

KNK doing ASMR live version of U

KNK on Men Who Top The Charts (also go on this youtube channel they post KNK videos with subs)

There are so many things but for now this is what I thought off from the top of my head :’) Enjoy!

Something about the 7
  • Frank: Are you a Chinese finger trap? Because once I stick my fingers in you, I can't seem to pull them out.
  • Hazel: Frank, gross.
  • Leo: Frank, do you remember how you escaped the finger trap?
  • Frank: Yeah... I turned into an iguana.
  • Leo: Right, that's why that line doesn't work. Because no girl wants little iguana fingers, with their poky iguana nails up their ass.
  • Frank: But you-
  • Jason: Or their vag.
  • Frank: But Leo-
  • Percy: Since when were you all so dirtyminded?
  • Frank: I'm not!
  • Leo: Really? Who said the pickup line about fingering a girl?
  • Frank: You made it up! You told me Hazel would like it!
  • Jason: Okay, you're going to need to fill me in on this one. I don't know why, but I seem to have missed the part where Leo became a reliable source of information.
  • Percy: You know what, actually, same here! I feel like I'd remember such an important moment.
  • Annabeth: You guys are so immature.
  • Percy: Yeah, yeah, we know.
  • Jason: Hey Piper, how would you respond if I used a dirty pickup line on you?
  • Piper: *Reading a brochure, and not looking up from it* First I'd knock you out with the hilt of Katoptris, then I'd cut your arm off.
  • Jason: *Knows it was just a threat, but is scared anyway* Oh, um, then I can trash the pickup line about my electric dick.
  • Leo: Jason, come on. Electdick. That one's obvious.
  • Annabeth: I swear on the names of all the gods of Olympus, if you weren't the one steering this damn ship-
  • Percy: DAM ship?
  • Annabeth: Then I'd push you off without a second thought.
  • Hazel: Wow Leo, sounds like you're in some real deep schist.
  • Everybody but Hazel and Annabeth: *Proud of her*
  • Annabeth: I hate you all.
He’s Insecure


Nico had never been one to care about appearances much.
He never paid attention to fashion or hair, he didn’t pay attention to makeup or figure.
He always just accepted people for the way they are so why shouldn’t they do the  same for him?
For most people, including him, is that another person had said something  to them or made a comment on how they look. In this case, it was something that was said to you  about him.
It was June 1st, the day that marked yours and Nico’s one year anniversary together and he was going to be a gentleman about it and give you flowers, it’s probably something he picked up from hanging around Hazel.
He was only just walking up to the stables to give them to you to distract you from the overwhelming smell of horse poo when he overheard one Artemis’ huntress’ talking bad about him to you and trying to convince you to join the hunters and leave him… just like his sister did…
“ I honestly don’t get why you need this boy, Y/n, you are a strong independent being of your own will. Think about it, if you become one of us you won’t have to worry about boys harassing you for anything. Boys are flawed beings, they have acne, their voice gets all squeaky, they get horrific thoughts, they’re rude. ” About around that tie Nico had heard enough of the huntress’ bad talk and decided to return to his cabin and lie in his bed.
You defended all boys, of course, but it was a short while after Nico left before you got a word in.
“ I appreciate the girl power talk you gave, but  I’m dating a really sweet guy right now and I have a lot of friends who are guys too and I don’t like that you’re talking about people when they’re not here to defend themselves. I don’t know why you became a huntress and I don’t care how but I don’t believe in your views on life and I hope you can respect that we have different outlooks. ” I’m sure anyone could imagine that the girl was pissed off by the look she gave you before stalking off. You quickly began to finish your chores at the Stables so that you can go surprise Nico with his gift you made him in arts and crafts. The gift way actually a small necklace that had your favorite love quote on it, “ I fell in love the way you fall asleep, slowly and then all at once. ”
Meanwhile Nico was in his cabin lying in his bunk with his face pressed into the dark pillow and his body encased in a sheet of black that blocked out any light emitting from the green torches that were Greek fire.
He tossed and twisted the bed sheets until they were nothing more than a pile at the end of his bed. Determined to prove the huntress wrong; he hurried over to the bathroom and leaned in close to the mirror to spot any acne and sure enough there were little red bumps appearing on the hairline of his forehead. He groaned and started picking at it with his finger since he obviously had no idea what he was doing and only making the pimple and skin around it a bright red. The now festered pimple  was spilling out a mixture of blood and oil, but the reason for blood being  because he picked and scratched instead of the proper execution. He winced from the sensitive skin being struck so many times in order to get rid of it all, but he can’t have acne because he needs Y/n around. He wants her around.
A small knock echoed loudly through the cabin and back to the bathroom where he stood; fear coursing his body as he recognized the knock on his cabin door, “ Hello? Nico are you here? Today’s a big day so get up! ” Your cheerful voice sounded close once he heard the door open and shut slowly. Nico hurriedly washed his face and scrubbed roughly at the popped pimple, desperately wishing it would go away in under a minute.

“Nico? What are you doing? ” Your voice sounded right next to him and he jumped back in surprise, hands flying to his face to cover the mark.
You raised an eyebrow at him and placed your hands on his arms in effort to push them away from his face.

Instead of facing the situation; he darted past you and out through the doorway, flinging himself on the bed and tossing the covers over himself once more today.

“What the actual Hades? Why are you hiding from me?” You said while fast walking over to his bed and sitting down on it, the creaky springs squealing slightly and the mattress tilting down from the new weight. You slid your fingers through the uncovered patch of long ebony hair that
stuck out wildly in an attempt to coax him to look at you. “I can’t help you if you won’t show me what’s wrong, ” you whispered quietly.

Nico sat up with teary eyes and the black blankets still wrapped around him tightly. Tear tracks followed the outline of his jaw and his dark midnight blue-black eyes were red and puffy only slightly. “I’m sorry,” his hoarse voice made a shaky apology.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, why is he crying?
“ Nico, why are you crying? Did something happen? ” You said timidly while reaching out to wipe away the tears on his cheeks.

He stared at you with a sorrowful look of anxiety painting every crevasse of his face, but he didn’t answer. Instead of an answer he gave a whimper and a muffled sob, his hand flying up to cover his face only made it cover your hand instead. His teary eyes scaled and climbed up your body until they reached your face, the words tumbling out before he could stop them, “ Why do you love me? ”

You were taken back by his sudden question. “ What do you mean ’ why do I love you?’ how can I not love you? ”

He shook his head and let out a quiet “No” before sniffling again. “ Why do you love me, Y/n? I’m always gone, My voice goes in and out when I speak, and I have pimples all over my face! ” His quiet voice got gradually louder as he listed off reasons, which were a bit exaggerated if I do say myself.

You blinked multiple times in thought of his reasons but smiled in victory once you put a sentence or two together in your head.
“ I love you so much, Nico, that when you’re gone I feel like you’re right next to me whispering sweet things in my ear just like you always do whenever you are here. I love your voice and how it squeaks and fades when you talk, it shows that you’re becoming a young man and I love how it squeaks whenever you talk excitedly about something Mrs. O'Leary did. You do nothave pimples all over your face and it just so happens that I love each and every one of them. ”

A small smile crept up on his lips at your words, “ Really? Each pimple? But they’re so unattractive! ”

You shook your head with a grin on your lips in the happiest way possible, “ I love your pimples, they remind me that you aren’t a god sent here to break teenage girls hearts. ”

He laughed lightly and leaned in to kiss your cheek, lovingly. “ Thank you, Y/n, now we can be the most beautiful couple in camp together. Screw Percabeth because (Ship name) is the new thing. ”








** IT’S DONE! Don’t hate me for being AWOL again, I’ve got 4 tests this week and I have exams coming up. I’m having to study all day and write whenever it’s possible. I’ll update as soon as I can next time, have a wonderful day, love!**

anonymous asked:

why not tell us your sinful HC then we can build off them?

because im really fucking lazy

okayyy WELL i ship a lot of people so I’m just going to separate them into sections

Jamilton:

  • Their relationship started as a fling during a late night in the office that snowballed into feelings and passing touches.  Their first night together was so aggressive and it was just to get out pent up frustration of some political strife that’s going on at least that’s what they told themselves. After that night Alex avoids Thomas at all cost, and whenever Alex and Thomas lock eyes they both blush and mumble some half ass excuse to leave. They never talk about it until four months later at an office party. Well talk is one way of phrasing it, more like Alex had five too many to drink and he pulls Thomas aside almost in tears because damn it it’s not fair he’s in love with him and he doesn’t love him back. Alex walks out of the party before Thomas can string together a response. Alex has to step into an alley after a minute of walking because he’s full blown sobbing now and he doesn’t want to be seen. “What’s not fair, is that you never gave me a chance to reply.” and Alex looks up to see Thomas standing there slightly out of breathe from running. Alex tells him to leave him alone, he’s rather not be made fun of. Thomas grabs his arm and pulls him into an embrace, and looks down at the smaller man. “Wouldn’t you like to know my answer?” and capture Alex’s lips in a delicate kiss. Wow and now the office is like sickeningly sweet,like they still fight a ton in like cabinet meetings but after its like constant cooing and loving gazes and everyone’s like ew please stop. The next time they have sex it’s still really passionate but they focus on each other’s needs, making sure the other is comfortable to keep going, making sure the other feels good. Alex likes to bite Thomas, and Thomas has this weird infatuation with Alex’s hair. Each day the couple walks in sporting new love marks and everyone internally groans because they could try and pretend they don’t fuck every night. Also both of them are really into voyeurism and-                                       honestly I’m going to make a separate post for these nerds

Lams: 

  • So the first time Laurens calls Alex ‘baby girl’ they are at the grocery store. They are standing in the cereal isle, “Do you want cocoa puffs, baby girl?” and Laurens doesn’t even realize what he has said until Alex replies with a strangled guttural noise. Laurens and Alex stare at each other for a very long time until Alex drags Laurens out of the store, leaving the groceries behind. I’m not saying the fuck in the back of Alex’s van, but they fuck in the back of Alex’s van.

Hamburr

  • So when Alex and Aaron start dating they don’t really go past making out. Alex wants to go father but Burr never seems to want to, and Alex doesn’t want to pressure him so he says nothing. One day Alex jokes about how vanilla Burr must be and something flashes in Burr’s eyes. “Quite the opposite, love.” and Alex is sputtering because, no way, no way Burr’s kinky. “Prove it” and oh jeez it just goes down hill from there. Next thing you know Alex is sitting on Burr’s bed while they establish a safe word and wow, where did Burr keep all those sex toys? After a night full of.. discoveries… Alex and Burr’s relationship has never been the same. And Alex has never been happier.

Mullete

  • OKAY wow i got a lot on these nerds. Okay so obviously Herc gets turned on when Laf speaks french. At first Laf can’t understand why Herc gets upset when they speak with Alex in French. It’s not until they are both alone and Laf asks Herc a question in French, forgetting for a moment that he doesn’t speak French, and Herc is all flustered and is gripping the table. Laf is just ecstatic with his discovery and abuses his power over Herc, whispering French into Hercs ear, with one hand tracing small circles on his lower back, and the other on Herc’s arm. Herc can’t control himself and just pounces on Laf. French isn’t the only thing coming out of Lafs mouth that night. Also Laf has such a bad daddy kink and want’s Herc to call them fifille so bad but is too embarrassed to ask. Well one night Laf comes home after a wild night with lams and Herc is there sitting in the couch and is extremely angry because, wtf you weren’t picking up your phone and you didn’t tell me where you went. and laf is like “I’m sorry, daddy. Please don’t punish your fifille.” and passes out on the couch over Herc’s lap and Herc is just sitting there, shocked. Laf wakes up with a terrible headache and laying on the bed they shared with Herc. Herc walks in with coffee and advil, and while Laf sips his coffee mumbling their thank you, Herc mentions last night. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that babe, my phone died and Laurens ordered shots and-” “If you wanted to call me daddy you could have just asked.” and laf spits out their coffee. After several minutes of Laf choking and Herc rubbing their back, they fall into an awkward silence. Herc takes advantage of the silence and explains how last night they called him daddy and refereed to themselves as ‘fifille’ (which Herc had to look up on their phone) and how he’s up for it if Laf is okay with it. Needless to say, they don’t dont get much done that day.

Phillip Hamilton and Theo Burr wtf is their ship name guys (all these I’ve talked about with @theall-possiblegirl)

  • WOW I LOVE THEM OKAY. These loser are terrible a sneaking around, okay? Like their dads hate each other so they have to keep their relationship secret but god damn they are the worst. Like Theo moans so fucking loud all the time and ofc Phillip isn’t going to stop her because why would he ever muffle something so beautiful? Phillip is forgetful and clumsy so he’ll knock over a lamp after falling into Theo’s bedroom at 3 o’clock in the morning but he wont lock the door before they have sex. Cue getting walked in on constantly. Like poor Eliza and momma Theodosia because damn it these two make hiding the relationship so difficult (obvs the moms help the two sneak around). I feel like Phillip and Theo would be such gentle and giving lovers like they are always trying to put their lovers pleasure before theirs. Phillip goes down on Theo for hours, making sure Theo cums several times before she even touches him. Honestly i could talk about these nerds for hours because they are like the cutest couple ever okay?

Jeffmads

  • These dumbasses. They both have ad a crush on the other for years, but have never told the other because that’s gay and they’re bros you know they are both frat boys irl i will fight everyone. So one night, after a couple fireballs, Angelica suggest that everyone plays spin the bottle. Madison not really for it because he really doesn’t want to see Jefferson makeout with another girl in front of him some more, but Jefferson is all for it and Madison can’t say no when Jefferson throws his arm over his shoulder like that. long story short Jefferson spins the bottle, it lands on Mads and Mads is all blushy and shit until Jefferson plops in his lap and starts making out with him. Madison can’t tell if he’s died and gone to heaven or hell, but he’s sure he’s dead because there is no way this is happening in real life. Well Angie tells them to break it up or take it to another room because she wants to continue with the game. When Jefferson pulls away Mads is really sad thinking Jefferson has come to his senses and is about to say how gross that was or something just as hurtful, but is surprised when Jefferson grabs his arm and pulls him into another room. They both wake up the next day with a throbbing headache, naked, and a vague idea what happened the night before. Mads is about to cry because he thinks Jefferson thinks he’s a freak (Jefferson is thinking the same thing) and tries to leave without waking up Jefferson he’s already awake fuckboi but Jefferson grabs his arm and asks him to stay. Cue really cute/awkward confessions and cuddles. Also Alex yelling at them when they come downstairs because he couldn’t sleep all night because they were fucking too loud.

So that took me forever to type. I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted, anon, I’ve never really typed out my HC this way before. Sorry it’s so long, i just have a lot to say about things. I also didn’t add everything; i might do that in alater post. Mullete and Jeffmads HC are both inspired by the wonderful @lafyettes go check out their blog, they are amazing and my highkey my tumblr crush

Not even speaking romantically but just as two people who found each other, if Jim and Spock have the kind of bond that’s soulmates- meant to be together, find each other in every universe, souls forged from the same stars- then Jim and Bones are the kind of soulmates that maybe weren’t meant to be together but chose each other, not by the will of gods but by the will of humans, and that’s just as powerful

anonymous asked:

ok so, i used to ship mileven but season two made kinda annoyed by it and my friends are tying to drag me into the byeler world. i got curious as how it started as a ship, and a little bird told me it was all you. how you did it? was it like, you came, said 'hey i think they would look good together' and the whole tumblr agreed?

JGSDJFSHHH i’m so glad i’ve been obnoxious enough to assert my place in the history of byeler lmfao

i mean basically….u right. like i literally made my stranger things blog (i was mygaysonwill), and my first post was “raise your hand if will byers is your sensitive gay son” and i tagged it “and he has a big old crush on mike wheeler, don’t fight me on this”, and a few people followed me because of that and sent me asks saying “thank god it’s not just me that thought he had a crush!”

for the first few weeks or so, the byeler “fandom” didn’t even have a ship name and it was really just myself and anna @aanathemaa and a couple anons swapping headcanons and crying together lol. but it slowly grew, though it was still pretty small basically…up until s2 came out when it EXPLODED (for obvious reasons i think, haha).

and nah the whole of tumblr def didn’t agree at first. we got more than our fair share of grief about it, partially because people hated seeing mike shipped with anyone else and partially because people just “couldn’t see it” which…okay, fair on that second point.

to me and the handful of others who were around in the beginning, we just felt that there was something about the “it was a seven” scene (those eyes, will! those doe eyes!!! and that tiny second of hesitation right before he talks to mike!!!) and something about the way mike obviously cared so much about will (pushing troy?! keeping a whole ass stack of will’s drawings in his basement?!) that made us see the potential and cling to it.

and um. i guess we were right.

but yeah i can’t really take entire credit for “founding” it, as much as i joke about it being my baby. i would never have been brave enough to post any of my writing about it without anna, and then the anons that started popping up and showing interest as well (one of whom was my dear friend @themadzoomer!!!).

i’m just the gal who wrote a silly tag on silly a post, and it grew from there. :’)