guess what i watched all night
Salma Hayek Apparently Said 'The Craziest S**t' To Three 6 Mafia On Their Big Oscar Night
Perhaps the worst conversation starter in the history of time.

“Salma Hayek walked up to me — who I was super in love with because of “From Dusk Till Dawn” with George Clooney — and said the craziest shit: “You know your brothers and sisters are dying over in Africa because of all this jewelry you’re wearing.” Because I guess we had those big ole watches they gave us on, and these platinum necklaces. So I was like, “What?! What are you talking about? I don’t have no brothers and sisters in Africa!” And like that, Salma Hayek killed my hard-on. I just went limp. I told her it was nice meeting her and walked out away from that.”

Lets revisit..

whatever you do, don’t imagine Maui planning his “If I Were the Ocean” speech all day

whatever you do, don’t imagine him carefully digging through his thoughts to find the perfect way to tell Moana how proud he is of her

whatever you do, don’t picture Maui looking at Moana and smiling as he’s working through figuring out when the perfect time to tell her would be

don’t picture him imagining how she’s going to react

don’t picture him looking at her and realizing how much she really means to him

don’t picture him realizing arriving at Te Fiti would be the perfect time to tell her

don’t picture him seeing Te Fiti on that horizon and just smiling because he finally gets to tell her how he feels 

don’t do it

New Years (2) Masterlist

part one

After Midnight - itislacey

Summary: Dan is a bit upset about not being able to spend New Year’s Eve with Phil, so he goes to Louise’s in hopes of lessening is sadness. Just when he thinks that wasn’t going to do the trick, there’s a small surprise waiting for him at midnight, making his sadness vanish completely.

Ain’t No Party Like a Dan and Phil Party - danzphilz

Summary:  Basically: New years eve, Dan is sexually frustrated, drunk!phan, fwb/one night stand?? i guess

Countdown - jilliancares

Summary: For all of us suckers who aren’t getting our new year’s kisses, watch Dan and Phil get theirs.

Happy New Year, Dan (ao3) - smilesaretoxic

Summary: Inspired by the lyrics of “Impossible Year” by Panic! At the Disco. Angst. It’s time for Dan to move on, and what a better time for new beginnings than the start of a new year?

Happy New Year’s! - oakleysfthoying

Summary: Dan and Phil throw a party to celebrate 2013 coming to a close and they invite a bunch of their Youtube friends.

Happy New Years, Baby - maddyneedsalife

Summary: Phil proposes to Dan on New Years.

Here’s to 2016 - snlogger

Summary: Dan and Phil are separated on New Year’s Eve.

Here’s To 2016 (ao3) - Goldfishsunglasses

Summary: New Years Eve 2014, New Years Eve 2015, and some bits in between.

I Know I’m Just A Boring Cliché - howellesterfics

Summary: Dan doesn’t like the concept of time or resolutions - Phil just thinks he’s a waffling idiot. However, midnight is approaching and some endings are worth being retold.

Maybe I’m Crazy - patchworkshirt

Summary: Phil Lester, huge fan of New Year’s Eve parties where everyone has a good time with minimal drama, not such a big fan of people ringing his doorbell persistently. Dan Howell, huge fan of being booked for concerts and actually attending them, until now. Hints of Cinderella, a sprinkle of Love Actually, and a bunch of festive goodness.

Might As Well Start Changing Some Things… Right? - alwayskeeplester

Summary: “In front of him, was his beautiful boyfriend. But what he didn’t expect was to see him on one knee, smiling softly, and with a small box in his hands.

New Beginnings - fiction-phan

Summary: “We have a lot of mutual friends so we see each other more than two broken up people usually do and I know we’re not really close anymore but you’re wearing that stupid (adorable) hat you always wore when you were upset so tell me what’s wrong because it’s literally killing me to see you look so sad”.

New Year’s - winkinglester

summary: Dan doesn’t like parties, yet here he is, sitting on a cheap couch drinking cheap beer.

New Year’s Kiss - philisnotdan

Summary: Dan gets drunk at a new years party and stuff happens.

New Year’s Kiss - omgdatphantho

Summary: Dan and Phil kiss.

New Years Proposal - phantasticating

Summary: Dan and Phil proposal fic.

Page 365 out of 365 - this-ship-sails

Summary: Dan and Phil go to a New Year’s party which turns out differently than they had expected.

I realized in the last fight, when we were fighting against the fire giant general and the fucking wizard that took control of her, the minute it came down to it she turned around, she was like “fuck you!” and just, like, shot him in the head. And I was like, ‘ah, Vex, what are you doing?’ And I thought about it afterwards, I was up all night going 'you didn’t fulfill the thing you’ve been trying to!’ But I guess that’s human nature––half-elf nature, or whatever––you don’t, you don’t–– you try, you know what you want, but it’s a struggle, it’s a process… But she did think about it afterwards and she was definitely upset she didn’t fulfill what she was after.
—  Laura Bailey, talking about Vex’s struggle to forgive and grow on Talks Machina
Movie Night [Jordan Fisher x Reader]

Summary: Jordan and reader have a movie night after she finds out he has never watched ‘Titanic’.

Word count: 1,336

Warnings: none, i guess…….

A/N: my first jordan fic! i’m so happy with how this turned out. i was inspired by this video of him and @gwash4prez‘s idea on the hamwriters chat! i dedicate this to them, mostly because they are the people that share this crazy obsession over jordan with me! i hope y’all like it

askbox | masterlist

“What?” The desbelief in your face made Jordan laugh out loud. “You have never seen Titanic? How are you even allowed as a member of our society?”

“I never found time to watch it!” He came closer to you and wrapped his arms around your hips, locking you between him and his dressing room vanity. “What do you say we have a movie night tonight and we cross that off my list of things to do before I die?”

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Friday Night Light

I’ve been thinking about numbers.  2,300,000 of them.  Not all of Shat’s followers can be bad people.  Some must be middle aged, good intentioned trekkies who loved Captain Kirk.  Some might be whim followers who don’t bother with Twitter anymore.  Some might just like to watch a building burn. Some are probably laughing at him.  What fraction of Shatner supporters are responsible for the bullshit that goes on?   50%?  10%?  I doubt it.  Even just 0.01% of that number equals  230 people.  I’m going to guess that the vocal minority comes closer to this, but that’s plenty, isn’t it?  If you can tweet ‘she deserves some of her own medicine’ with a fair certainty that a couple hundred rowdies will take that as a call to arms and do your dirty work…well, aren’t you living in Bully Heaven, especially since your smug ol’ ego lets you be oblivious to those percentages who are either watching you in horror,  not caring anything about you, or laughing at you. 

So as of tonight I’m done with this little man.  I’m putting him and his tiny little army behind the 80,000+ dear souls  who recognize love when they see it and stand for that.   I’m sending love and light to  my sisters,  to the ship, to the fandom, to the world, knowing that no matter what the outcome in the big picture,  we have been on the winning side  always.

neighbor aus; 

you found out i eat the same chinese food from the same takeout place everyday so you now show up at my door every night with dinner wow wanna come in and eat together? 

i screamed at your cat because it was sitting on my doormat and you saw and no i dont like cats at all and no im not a dog person either and what? no im not a horrible heartless person wtf no listen come inside and i’ll show you that i actually like fishies and i have 5 aquariums~

LOL you act like such a tough guy but this apartment has thin walls so guess what? i can actually hear you when you watch horror movies and shriek so why do you watch them if u’re scared also do you want me to watch them with you bc i’m never scared

you used to live in ur apartment with your boyfriend until you broke up and he left and now you’re crying on the floor not because he left but because you can’t sleep alone, so um im here??? 

look stop wearing tiny shorts and coming to my door and asking me to please repair your lights/air conditioner/microwave I SWEAR im not a repair man and also i totally know you’re trying to seduce me

i ran away from home and this is my first time living alone in a dingy run down apartment and you’re my neighbor and you have tattoos and you look scary but i saw you petting a kitten in the road earlier so im hoping you won’t kill me when i show up at your door bc i need a friend? 

Staying alive

Ok. I don’t know what to say, I guess I feel conflicted. Cheated. Wronged.
I get it, sometimes when I rush myself into writing a chapter for a fan fiction it turns out to be shit, but this time they didn’t ‘Rush’ themselves. They had 3 fucking years. WE gave them 3 fucking years.
I watched this at night and went to bed feeling sick, disappointed and in a way, heartbroken. I mean I have invested so much time of my life on this show…

But I couldn’t just start hating it, not after 7 years of adoring it…. It doesn’t work like that.

Okay so they made a mistake. Everybody makes mistakes. There are some boring criminal minds episodes, there are some lame NCIS episodes, every single show, ever, has some lame/bad/ shitty episodes. And I get it, Sherlock wasn’t suppose to be one of those shows, but they’re human. It’s like John said in the previous episode “No One Is Untouchable”

For 7 years we have been praising Sherlock as this glorious show, so it’s understandable to be so disappointed, but I don’t think one bad episode is the reason to delete your blog.

Guys this show has brought out so much good in us, because of this show we became
Dreamers, bloggers, artist, writers, readers, song writers, conspirators, we learned how to read between the lines, we learned character development, the importance of friendship, what the fuck “skinny love” is, but most importantly we became a community. It has been a pleasure and honor becoming a soul sister with all of you, Sherlock has brought us together and let me tell you this, Sherlock cannot break us apart. You are the best and the wisest people that I have ever known and no one can convince us that they told us the truth. We all know that’s not how it ended “I know what you can become” Mary knows, WE know. We’ll never see it on screen but GUYS be proud, our fan fictions were right. I mean who here read or wrote a fan fiction about Mary dying and John moving back into Baker Street to raise the baby with Sherlock? I know I did.

Anyway I hope you, my soul sisters, see the point I’m trying to make.
One bad episode doesn’t mean it’s the end.
At least I like to think that way, after all I’m a glass half full type of person.

For me John and Sherlock have always been my inspiration, my muse, my determination. And like they do to one another, I love them. I love you guys too.

We’ve always been Great Sherlock fans, but now we get to be good ones, and understand their mistake. (I know that sounds hard, but it was the only way I could bring myself to peace)


  • Damian Wayne: I guess I really don't know what Christmas is all about. Isn't there anyone who knows what Christmas is all about?
  • Alfred: Sure, Master Damian, I can tell you what Christmas is all about. "And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, 'Fear not: for behold, I bring unto you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the City of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.' And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God, and saying, 'Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.'" That's what Christmas is all about, Master Damian.

Here are 31 films I consider to be great horror films. I tried to make the list as diverse as possible, featuring stories from all forms of horror. I also attempted to make this list nearly free of typical Halloween favorite list mainstays (Sorry Freddy) and have more lesser known or celebrated titles. It’s October 4th, so I guess you’re behind already. This list isn’t in any particular order, so have fun. Happy Halloween!

Oh, and some content warnings: many of these films contain graphic violence and gore and in some, sexual violence. Watch at your own risk etc. Each film has it’s trailer linked to it, so take a gander and see what sticks!

  1. Safe (1995)
  2. Inside (2007)
  3. Burnt Offerings (1976)
  4. A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night (2014)
  5. Cure (1997)
  6. A Tale Of 2 Sisters (2003)
  7. Candyman (1992)
  8. Under The Shadow (2016)
  9. Sisters (1973)
  10. Eve’s Bayou (1997)
  11. Trouble Every Day (2001)
  12. The Brood (1979)
  13. 3 Women (1977)
  14. Let’s Scare Jessica To Death (1971)
  15. Compliance (2012)
  16. Martha Marcy May Marlene (2011)
  17. May (2003)
  18. The Fits (2016)
  19. Ganja & Hess (1973)
  20. Hush (2016)
  21. Ginger Snaps (2000)
  22. Don’t Breathe (2016)
  23. Possession (1981)
  24. White Dog (1982)
  25. Fatal Attraction (1987)
  26. Happy Birthday To Me (1981)
  27. Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (1992)
  28. Hausu (1977)
  29. The Skin I Live In (2011)
  30. Ms. 45 (1981)
  31. Under the Skin (2014)

Christmas Time | Wu Yifan <3

-You can expect many dates on which you two will simply go out and admire the Christmas lights in your beautifully decorated city. Not much talking, just staying close and whilst enjoying each other’s company

-I’d imagine this tall bean would struggle a little with guessing what you’d like for Christmas so I’d suggest dropping large hints you know

-Not wanting to admit to it out loud, but he’d absolutely love the way your eyes would light up at the sight of a present you really liked because he knew he was doing it right

-Some nights would most definitely include you two sitting down with all the classic Christmas flicks and watching them one after another (Neither of you wanted to surrender and say you’re sleepy)

-Yifan would also initiate more skinship around this time of year because A. Warmth is key in the biting cold & B. You just put him in a softer and cuddlier mood whenever you’re excited about Christmas.

-You two will have the most perfect peaceful Christmas <3

 Hope you guys liked this :)

~Shazz xx


 Prompt: the reader thinks that Stiles is cheating on her with Malia and Stiles confronts her about it

Warnings: rude Stiles. Like hella rude.

“Hey Stiles!” Jumping, Stiles slammed his locker shut and whirled around to face me with wide brown eyes. I giggled and rocked back on my heels, hands clutching the movie case behind my back. “Guess what I rented for us tonight during my free period!”

           I expected a goofy face and some terribly off guesses. Maybe even a prodding finger, poking at my nose. What I did not expect was the word “Tonight?” to fall from his very pink lips.

           “Yeah…” I cocked my head to the side. “We agreed to watch a movie tonight- to celebrate all the exams we’re exempting. Pizza, soda, cuddles… the whole she-bang. A perfectly cliché movie-date to spend on a Friday night- which is also a bit cliché, but hey.” I playfully shrugged.

           Stiles pursed his lips, eyes trained above my head. “Oh, right, right… listen, about that…” I raised an eyebrow, starting to slightly dread the end of his sentence. I had a feeling it was going to crush me by the way his long fingers twisted around his pen, and how he chewed on his lip. “I promised Malia that I’d help her study- you know she’s really behind in her classes, and she still has to take all her finals.”

           I didn’t mean to come off as a bitch, but it sure sounded like it. “You’ve been helping her study for the past few weeks.”

           “Well, I guess not everyone can be a genius like you, Y/N. Hate to burst your blissfully-unrealistic bubble, babe.”

           Ouch. That stung. My gaze quickly turned to the floor. I hated when Stiles was upset- his typically endearing sarcastic personality would become razor-sharp and could nick you at the slightest touch. Hesitantly, I mumbled, “You and Malia have been spending a lot of time together lately.”

           “Oh my God.” A finger jerked my chin upwards, forcing me to stare into the brown eyes I had fallen so deeply for that it almost hurt. “Y/N, is this your way of telling me that you’re jealous?”

           I almost flinched at his cruel tone. He hadn’t sounded this harsh since he’d been possessed by the Nogitsune. “No,” I reached up to grab his hand, but he pulled away.

           “You have no reason to be jealous, okay? Malia is my friend, and I’m helping her out. I’m allowed to do that, you know.”

           “I know.” I assured him. “That’s not what I meant-”

           “I can’t spend every breathing moment with you.”

           My throat felt like it was closing up. “I don’t expect you to… we just had plans… and this is the fourth time we’ve had to cancel because you’ve been tutoring her…”

           “Three times. I’ve cancelled three times, and each time you told me it’s okay.” He put on a falsetto voice, “’Oh, Stiles, I think it’s so nice that you’re helping Malia with her schoolwork. You’re such a good friend to her. No, it’s not a problem. We can reschedule. I’m happy that you’re able to help.’” He ended with a brooding glare. “Were you telling the truth, or blowing sunshine up my ass?”

           It was like I couldn’t breathe. Stiles had never spoken to me this way. I wanted to scream; I wanted to cry. Why was he getting so defensive? Why was he so angry?

           A thought crossed my mind. It was so painful I almost cried out, but just then…

           “Stiles, are you ready to go?” I sucked in a breath, turning around to see Malia in all her bold, were-coyote glory.

           “Yeah, of course. We’re done here, right?” Stiles fixed me with a piercing stare, one that had me gulping and nodding. I had never been so afraid of Stiles- no, I had never been afraid of Stiles before. This was new, and terrifying.

           “Hey, what movie is that, Y/N?” Malia plucked the case out of my hands.

           With slightly shaking hands, I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s Guardians of the Galaxy.” Stiles had been talking about how much he wanted to see it for the longest time. He already had the commercials practically memorized, being the adorable dork he was. I was hoping that it’d be a nice surprise for him.

           She smiled. “Oh, it’s so good. You’ll like it. Stiles and I watched it last weekend.”

           I doubt jealousy covered the pain racing through my veins, injecting its poison into my heart, pumping it through the rest of my body. All I could do was nod my head. I didn’t trust myself to speak.

           “Hey dudes… and ladies… well, I guess there’s only one dude and two ladies, so it’d be dude and ladies. Although now it’s two dudes… whatever.” Scott bounced up to our small circle, beaming. “What’s everybody doing tonight?”

           “Malia and I are studying.” Stiles nudged Malia with his elbow, grinning. “Got to make sure she’s ready for final exams and stuff.”

           Scott nodded. “Nice. Good luck, Malia.” Then he turned to me. “What’re you up to, Y/N?”

           Feeling very small, I shrugged. “Nothing, I guess.”

           His mocha eyes widened excitedly. “Cool! Neither am I! Mom’s working late; do you want to hang out? Liam’s camping with Mason, but he lent me a video game. We could play that. Or we could go to the arcade! Kira’s got some tickets that she’s not going to use- she and her parents are going out to eat tonight.” He let out a breath. “Wow, how desperate do I sound?”

           Despite everything, I laughed. Scott just had an infectious energy: when he was happy, you felt happy. Truly, genuinely happy. “That sounds like fun.”

           “Awesome!” He gave me a high-five before shoving Stiles’s shoulder. “I guess I’ll see you two nerds later. Y/N, need a ride?” Realizing that Stiles had driven me this morning, I nodded. “Cool. Let’s go.”

           As we walked down the hallway, I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder. To my horror, Stiles had his arm around Malia’s shoulders, and she had one of her hands in his back pocket. They were laughing. They looked happy together. They looked together.


           “So, what do you want to do tonight?” Scott asked as we walked in his front door. “If you don’t feel like going out, we could order pizza- or, actually, I think I have some frozen pizzas in the fridge. I need to go check.” He dropped his backpack on the couch before walking to the kitchen.

           The entire ride to Scott’s, my mind was reeling. I honestly felt like I was going to be sick. All I could see every time I blinked was the way Stiles and Malia walked down the hall. It was as if, as a cruel joke, someone had tattooed it to the inside of my eyelids.

           Slowly, I sank down onto the sofa, hugging my backpack to my chest. I needed to tell someone, otherwise I was going to explode. What better person to talk to than Scott, really?

           “Hey, Scott?” My voice sounded off. Thankfully he was still in the kitchen, rummaging around for who knows what.


           “I want… I need to talk to you about something.”

           “Sure; what’s up?”

           Taking a deep breath, I said it. No beating around the bush. Like ripping off a band-aid. “I think Stiles is cheating on me.”

           For a moment there was nothing but complete and utter silence. Suddenly Scott was beside me, eyes wide and concerned. Incredulous, even. “What?”

           “He’s just… lately he’s been spending so much time with Malia. We make plans only to cancel them because Malia asked him to help her study or something. I know, that’s stupid for me to make a big deal about, but it’s all the time. And it’s not so much the cancelling and all the time spent together that bothers me- and it does, a lot- but it’s the small things too. It’s like… she moves, he moves. They’re like magnets. They’re always so affectionate with each other. And the other day, Stiles and I were planning on doing something, and he cancelled again- not because he had to help Malia study, but because she had asked him to go get Subway with her. Stiles hates Subway. But you know what he said? ‘Malia likes it, so I thought I would give it a try.’” By this point tears were stinging at the corners of my eyes. I could feel my cheeks flaming. My heart pounded demandingly against my rib cage, as if it wanted to rip itself out in order to escape all the powerful, consuming emotions I was feeling. “And then the things he said to me in the hallway-”

           Scott scooted closer to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his chest. “What things? What did he say to you?”

           Gasping, I got out, “I’m sure he didn’t mean to be so- so harsh, but-” I shook my head, squeezing my eyes tight and biting down on my lip. I was not going to cry in front of Scott. “It doesn’t matter.” I decided when I had got myself under control. Scott tried to protest, but I cut him off. “Look, I just- you know Stiles better than anyone. Do you think…?”

           I didn’t even finish my question before Scott was shaking his head. “Definitely not. Stiles loves you. He would never do that. Malia is just his best friend-”

           “No, Scott, you’re his best friend. Pretty much his brother. Malia is…” I didn’t have a nice word, so I stopped right there.

           Scott sighed and ran a hand over his face. Then he moved to where he could look my directly in the eyes. “Y/N, Stiles is not cheating on you. If he did- which he wouldn’t- you can be sure I’d kick his ass.” I gave him a small smile.

           “Thanks Scott.” I whispered. He kissed my forehead before saying, “I think a change of scenery is in order. How about we go see Avengers: Age of Ultron?”


           Going to the movies with Scott was kind of like taking your new, friendly puppy to a dog park: he was incredibly nice to everyone; he wanted to get snacks; he also wanted to play the stupid little games outside the theater; during the movie he would make little comments just to get my attention and make me laugh. All in all, I had a great time. Scott was a truly amazing friend.

           Because it was a Marvel movie, everyone stayed in their seats when the credits began to roll. It was kind of common knowledge that at the end of every Marvel film, a little clip hinting to the next movie waited for the eager eyes of the audience. “I bet it’s going to be something goofy like Shawarma.” Scott poked me, causing me to giggle loudly.

           At last the highly-anticipated snip-bit came. There was lots of shushing, and then total silence. At the end, a very familiar voice exclaimed, “What did I tell you, Malia? I totally called it!”

           I froze. Scott and I exchanged sideways looks before scanning the rows below us- since we were the losers who had wanted to sit at the very top.

           It was easy to spot Stiles’s thick head of hair. Malia was leaning against his shoulder, laughing, while his arm was wound around her, holding her close.

           “Oh.” Scott said. “I thought they said they were studying.”

           “Yeah.” My voice cracked. “So did I.”


           “Y/N, please.” Scott begged. “This is the women’s room. I’m not supposed to be in here. Let me take you home- or to my place, whatever works. Let’s just get out of here.”

           We were crammed in a tiny stall, girls chatting and texting and blowing their hands dry all around us. At first, when I ran out of the theater, Scott hot on my heels, I had been going for the exit. But Stiles and Malia were there, lingering near the games I had thought were cute when Scott was trying to play them.

           I didn’t want to try and walk past them. I couldn’t figure out if it was because I didn’t want them to see me, or if  it was because I didn’t want to see them. Either way, I had run to the bathroom, and Scott had followed me in, without thinking.

           At first no one had been in, so I paced and struggled to keep from yanking my hair out. Scott tried to calm me down, but he only made it worse. He heard someone coming and quickly pulled me inside a stall, sitting on the toilet and pulling me onto his lap in hopes that whoever was coming in would be done with their business quickly and never even know the two of us were in there.

           Well, that didn’t happen. More and more ladies showed up, and now we were stuck until they all left. Unless Scott was feeling brave… but I didn’t think I had the strength to endure the looks we’d surely earn if we were to step out of the stall now.

           “I don’t want to go.” I whispered into his neck between sobs. “I don’t want to see them.”

           “I know you don’t.” He murmured soothingly, rubbing my arm with his thumb in small circles. “But the only way we can get away from them is if we leave. Please, Y/N.”

           Reluctantly, I consented. “Okay.”


           A hammering fist on my bedroom door had me jerking awake at ten o’clock the next morning. “Come in,” I groaned, rubbing my eyes.

           To my surprise, Stiles threw open the door. His mouth was set in a stern, unhappy grimace. It hurt to see him, especially when he looked so angry. That’s when I noticed the black eye. “Stiles, what happened?” I threw off the covers and ran to his side, pulling his face down to my level so I could get a better look.

           “Scott punched me. In my face!”

           “What? Why?”

           “Because he thinks I’m cheating on you with Malia!” Stiles pushed my hands off him, beginning to pace my bedroom floor. Slowly, I sat down on the corner of my bed. “He came to my house last night at like ten and when I answered the door, he clocked me in the face!”

           “Oh.” I mumbled, fiddling with my fingers. I didn’t know how to react to the whole situation.

           “So then I pulled his dumb ass inside and put a bag of peas on my face, and he sat down at the kitchen table and started talking about Subway and the movie theater and school and somehow these things all connected, making him believe that I was cheating on you, which really pissed me off, to be honest, because I’m so freaking in love with you that it’s like I can’t see straight sometimes. It hurts, loving you this much. A lot. More than my eye does right now. Which is also a lot.”

           A breathless laugh left my lips, and a tear trickled out of my eye. I quickly swiped it away. “I think that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me, Stiles.”

           Stiles stopped pacing. “You didn’t think that I was cheating on you, did you?” He whispered.

           “Yeah I did.” More tears came out now, making me feel like a total idiot. There was no stopping them though. Stiles rushed to kneel in front of me, pushing my hands from my face to wipe tears away and force me to look in his eyes. I was reminded of yesterday, and how different the touches had been: that one too rough, this one tender.

           “Y/N,” He said, “I could never, ever cheat on you. I love you too much to ever do that to you. Malia is just my friend. Yeah, she and I are close, but it’s a sibling sort of bond we’ve got. I’ve been helping her study because she’s really behind. Last night we went to the movies to celebrate the fact that she completed her final exam review and got the entire thing correct. It was a big deal for her, and she offered to pay for my ticket, and I’m sorry, but I wasn’t about to pass up a free ticket to a Marvel movie. And the whole Subway thing was just a misunderstanding. Please believe me. I am so, so in love with you, baby.” And with that, he placed the sweetest kiss to my lips.

My Last 5 Valentine's Days: A Summary
  • 2013: Yes, Darcy came through and took down that stupid website in time!!! Not that I ever had any doubts, but still, yay!
  • 2014: My last year of college. Two midterms, plus a project due at 11 pm.
  • 2015: I have absolutely no idea. It was a Saturday, so I probably stayed home watching movies and doing laundry. But I honestly don't remember.
  • 2016: Raised my Poe Party pledge again to get my name on a heart on the wall during the livestream. Then flew to California that night to visit my grandma.
  • 2017: Watched Non-Transferable, one of the best romantic comedies I've ever seen, and binge watched all of Poe Party for the I-don't-even-want-to-know-what-numberth time.
  • Guess who's perpetually single?

Where Stiles hatches a plan to get back at your ex heheheh

Y/E/N = Your Ex’s Name

“I can’t BELIEVE Y/E/N broke up with you!” Stiles, my best friend, practically yelled at the lunch table, causing at least three groups to turn around and look at us.

“Stiles! Shh!” I pleaded, my eyes still sore from crying. Y/E/N, my boyfriend - or, I guess, EX-boyfriend now - broke up with me last night after 6 months, and I had been up all night crying and eating ice cream and watching sad movies. You know, what you see in the movies when people go through a breakup. It didn’t help.

“I say we murder him.” Stiles nodded, sitting back down and stroking his imaginary beard.

I stared at him in disbelief. “Stiles. We can’t just murder a guy because he broke up with me.”

“Who says we can’t?” He said with a mischievous smirk, a twinkle in his eye.

“THE LAW?!” I almost yelled, throwing my arms up. “Aren’t you supposed to know all about that since, you know, your dad’s the sheriff?”

Stiles gave me a fake laugh - the ones super heroes use. You know, the ones like HA! HA! HAAA! Yeah, like that.

“You underestimate me, dear Y/N!” He said with a cocky grin. “I can find ways to work around it!”

“And those ways are?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t know yet!” Stiles sounded WAY too confident for someone who didn’t know what they were doing. I smacked my palm to my face.

“Stiles. We can’t murder someone.” I tried explaining.

“I say we chloroform him and then throw him in the lake.” He said with a proud smile.

“Stiles…Stiles what does that even MEAN.” I laughed, starting to feel happier than before. Who’d’ve thought planning murder would make me smile?

Stiles seemed happy that his plan was working. “Or we could stab him, put him in a body bag, and THEN throw him in the lake!”

“What is with you and throwing people in lakes.” I laughed, shaking my head. “I say we shoot him through the head and put him in the cemetery. Then it looks like he did it himself!”

“Yeah. Yeah! That’s a good idea!” Stiles smiled widely. “Then throw him in the lake?”

“I swear to god, stop throwing people in lakes!”

dbz kai spoils~

wow they are just speeding through these episodes in dbz kai

i guess thats the point

but anyway im kinda surprised that they’re doing the tournament already!

my all time favourite scene is when goku comes back to earth and he sees goten for the first time

here if you want to watch this scene on youtube, its DBZ Kai episode that came out last night i believe?

so in Kai, when chichi talks to goku she says “i dont believe it, i’ve been waiting so long!”

in Z she calls him ‘sweetheart’ and that she missed him, which is what i really liked!

in Kai, he tells her “i’ve really have missed you too” which is also nice and similar to what he says in Z “And i’ve missed you”

im such a gochi fan, so i like how in Kai he says “i’ve really have missed you”

because it makes me think that he’s probably thought about her a lot,i mean, thats his wife.


Goten hides behind Chichi’s leg once Goku sees him

and Chichi telling him ‘thats your father’

and Goku says “thats so weird, i was just about to say how much the little guy looked like me!”

and then goten just stared at him and hugged him!

i think this moment was more emotional in the Z version, which i liked a little better, but i do i like some of the dialogue in Kai


Markings On Her  - Young!Sirius Black

Part 2 of Markings On Him

Requested by mikeygc3000

Everyone has a secret. That is a fact. Whether it’s big or small, there is always something we aren’t willing to share with other people. And there are many different reasons to do so, embarrassment and shame are two of the biggest reasons.

But for Y/N it wasn’t the case, it was neither embarrassment nor shame.

She got it the night of her 16th birthday. As soon as the clock struck 12, the cursive letters slowly appeared, letter by letter. It was fascinating to watch the black magically appear and darken even if she did have a hard time trying to explain to her muggle parents that she didn’t get it on purpose. Reminding her parents that it is illegal to get a tattoo at her age. But nevertheless she liked what it said ‘I guess the universe isn’t so cruel after all’.

Y/N didn’t know what it was in the beginning and thought that it might’ve been a prank from her friends. But seeing as they all wore a look of surprize when she asked about it, Y/N quickly gathered that it was more than a simple harmless prank but remained unfazed by the words etched on her right forearm. That was until that particular Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson. She really had been interested in the discussion, finding the aspect of soul mates rather intriguing. At least that was the case until she heard about the familiar situation, and her heart stopped beating.

Then 2 months later, Y/N found herself being approached by the notorious Sirius Black asking for help tutoring him in Potions. He had shamelessly flirted with her and seeing as she had shamelessly flirted, she would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it. But that was all there ever was between them, shameless flirting. It never escalated into something more and while she is a little disappointed, she stills enjoys their flirty banter and weekly tutoring.

Looking up from her book and towards the window, Y/N saw that it was snowing and smiled. Her eyes followed the white snowflakes as they slowly hit the ground that was already covered in white. There were several students carrying their trunk while laughing, making their way towards the Hogwarts Express, heading home for the holidays. She became unaware of everything around her, including the book that is now forgotten, as she observed the scenery outside, completely oblivious to a certain black haired Gryffindor that happens to be warmly smiling down at her.

Sirius stood, observing the Ravenclaw. He observes her silhouette, the way she was comfortably sitting, her knees are brought up to her chest, a thin blanket draped over half of her body, her left hand resting on a book and her right hand supporting her head as she stares out the big ancient window. He admires her hair, which she decided to go for a light mint green for the holidays, pulled in to a messy bun, showing off her dark roots. But most of all, he admires her smile, the way it makes her eyes shine and how it makes him think of an angel even though he knows her well enough by now to know that she is one of the most mischievous people Hogwarts has ever known.

And with that, Sirius turns around and started towards the Great Hall, a certain green haired Ravenclaw on his mind.


Sirius is seated at the Gryffindor table, staring aimlessly at his plate filled to the brim with food as his friends chatted animatedly about their plans for the holidays around him. Peter is going on a skiing trip with his family to the Alps in Switzerland, James is going to visit some relatives in France and Remus is spending the holidays at his parents’ house.

“So you’re all leaving me alone for the holidays.” The words left Sirius’ mouth teasingly though there was an edge of bitterness to it. Sirius had been extremely grateful towards the Potters for taking him in and he understood that this trip has already been planned for a year, but he couldn’t help but feel disappointed that he will be spending yet another Christmas by himself.

“Sorry, mate. But I heard from Lily that a certain Ravenclaw prefect who currently has green hair will also be staying for the holidays.” James informed Sirius, smirking as he saw his best friend’s face snapped up, a blush prominent on Sirius’ face.

“Maybe he’ll finally make a move instead of shamelessly flirting her. Merlin knows it’s about time.” Remus joined in on teasing Sirius.

“Oh piss off the lot of you.”


After that, Sirius returned to the library only to see that Y/N hasn’t moved an inch since he last saw her a few hours ago. Except that now, she is glaring intensely at the open book resting between the palms of her hands.

“The auteur just killed off my favourite character.” Y/N angrily said to herself slamming the book shut. “Why would he do that? The character was such a sweetheart and did not deserve the brutal death! And ending a book with a cliff hanger and a death is not the way to do it. I mean it’s just pure evil! ”

“Well, now I’m afraid to come near you when I see that you’re this angry over the death of a fictional character.” Sirius teasingly informed her as a greeting. “I heard that you’re staying here for the holidays.”

“Yes, I am. My father is going on a business trip to Australia and my mother is going with him to visit some of her old friends. I didn’t exactly fancy spending Christmas with people I’ve never met before in my life so I thought staying here would be better.” She replied, looking up at him with a small smile playing on her lips. “Which reminds me that I need to write to her so that she can send me the next book in the trilogy. Do you have a quill laying around somewhere? I seem to have lost mine.”  She asked him while she was rampaging her cloths trying to find a quill.

“Here.” He hands her a black quill and as she reaches out to take it from him their fingers brush past each other and he could’ve sworn he felt a sort of electricity. She took the quill, pulled up her left sleeve to her elbow and neatly wrote a note telling herself to write to her parents asking for the next book in the trilogy. Her handwriting seems familiar somehow, like he’s seen it before. But he quickly brushed those thoughts away, of course it seems familiar, he’s seen it many times before on parchment. Yet it somehow feels and looks different when he sees it on her skin.

“Do you think you can help me with my project in potions? I’d like to get it done now and enjoy the rest of the holidays in peace rather than being stressed out because I did it at the last minute.” He gave her a hopeful smile, the mischievous glint prominent in his grey eyes.

“Of course, meet me here at 7:30 and don’t be late, Black” Standing up, Y/N gave him smirk. She gathered her book and headed out but not before giving Sirius a soft kiss on his cheeks and it’s suddenly flooded with colour.  


“Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. If brewed correctly, it will smell like the things you love. That is how you know that it will be able to make the drinker become infuriated with the person who gives it to them. The effects will last depending on the amount being given, a drop will make the effects last for a day. The ministry has banned the use of this potion outside the classroom in 1921 after a particularly messy incident.” Sirius stated, reading off of his paper.

The pair are currently by the fireplace in the library, despite the frost outside, it was bizarrely warm in the library and Sirius had long gone discarded his robe, leaving him in his white dress shirt, his tie hanging loosely around his neck and the first 2 buttons are undone. Y/N is in a similar position, her robe is discarded but instead of undoing a few buttons, she decided to roll up her sleeves, showing off the words she had written on herself earlier that day.

It was quite funny actually, how they haven’t noticed Dumbledore and McGonagall observing the 2 students from behind a book case. And what’s even funnier is that they never realized that a majority of the school had placed bets on when the pair will finally get together, including the 2 professors.

“Perhaps we must give them a little push, Minerva.” Dumbledore whispered quietly to the Transfiguration professor, a twinkle in his eyes. “After all, Hogwarts is notorious for having mistletoes appear out of thin air at convenient times.”

With a flick of his wrist, a mistletoe appeared floating between Sirius and Y/N who are gathering their things, getting ready to head to their dorm to call it a night. But when they tried to part in separate directions, they were suddenly flung back together by an invisible force. Their faces were barely an inch apart and the fireplace was conveniently beginning to dim.

“I, um, I think we have to kiss.” Sirius quietly informed her in a soft whisper, his eyes never once leaving her lips. His hands are on her waist, supporting her as well as bringing her closer to him. Her right hand is on his shoulder while her left hand is resting on his chest, supporting herself.

“You’re making this a bigger deal than it actually is, Sirius.” She quietly murmured, slowly bringing her hands up to his cheeks. Looking once more into his eyes, she reached up to him on her toes, leaning in and connecting their lips together. Her eyes flutter shut as she deepens the kiss, feeling the chemistry between the 2 of them. He tugs them even closer together until there wasn’t any space left between them. The kiss seems to have unleash something inside them, all the hidden feelings came pouring out in the kiss.

As they pull apart, his head is spinning and he isn’t sure what was causing it, the lack of oxygen or the kiss itself. He opens his bright grey eyes staring into hers, and for some reason, he knew deep inside of him that she is his soul mate. So he let her go, grinning as he rolls up his sleeves for the first time that day and seeing ‘Write to mom and ask for the next book’ written neatly on his left arm.

Sirius looks at her once more, grinning from ear to ear and she knows exactly what his next words will be. The exact same words that appeared on her wrist the might of her 16th birthday.

I guess the universe isn’t so cruel after all.

I think the stars are eyes. Singular white unblinking eyes, always staring, never averting their gaze, bright and piercing. I started thinking this way when I was a kid, perhaps because I’d decided that if a god does exist, it must be a cruel being. Rather than accept such a god, I went the other way, and decided there are no ‘gods’ like the ones mentioned in prevailing religious texts. Instead, there are just the eyes—all the eyes, forever watching us.

At night, they watch over us. Now there’s an interesting phrase. Watch over us. When most people hear it, they feel secure. Like a parent, or a guardian looking over, protecting you from the world you don’t understand, from dangers you don’t know, and from beings whose intentions you cannot guess. But also from errors within you, from the mistakes you made, from the poor judgement you exhibit. That’s what people want in life—a watchful eye.

I know all about watchful eyes. They’re not there to protect you, or stop you from making mistakes. They just wait, and watch, imagining horrors unimaginable. And when the time is right, the reach out, and touch you. And then, the darkness takes over, the coldness takes over, and all is gone in a swirling vortex. The worst part is, that isn’t death. That’s still life.

As I grew up, the opinion came and went. I sometimes believed it, I sometimes didn’t. I talked about it, a few times, but mostly people who heard it laughed at me. They thought it was absurd. People always think things are absurd when they don’t agree with the established order, so that is not surprising to me. What they don’t realise is that the absurd does not have to be untrue. If you look at it in a particular way, everything that is true is absurd.

Then, the star blinked. My body seized up, and after a brief pause, my heart began pounding with thunderous intensity. The star was blinking—at me. It was watching me, and it knew all about me, for it had seen what dark deeds I commit in the dark. I shut my eyes tight and opened them again, but the star continued to blink intermittently. I wanted to reach out to it and stab it in its bulbous white ball. But it was too far, too far.

After that, my obsession grew. I quit working in the caravan, and began working at the observatory. I cleaned the place, taking out the trash, making sure things were in order, and at night, sneaked into the library to read works I would never be allowed to read. I read about the stars, their positions, their constellations, about how they moved, how they appeared and disappeared. Much of the language was beyond my understanding, but I read.

And finally, I stood on the knoll, and stared at the blinking star, standing at attention. The eye watched. I watched it back.