guess who is pretending that this is all not happening


Author: alocalband

Summary: Stiles finds him in a bookstore in Brooklyn and it’s like not a day has passed since they last saw each other, even though it’s been almost two years now.

Info: 2k | Teen | Reunion, Christmas

Notes: Stiles and Derek meet again after all that happened in Beacon Hills and the potential we all fell in love is there. And they know it. -C

Sneak Peek:

“Guess I owe Scott a twenty,” he finally says, with more bravado than he feels.

Derek’s head jerks up and his eyes hone in on Stiles with a sharpness generally reserved for predators. Or for former victims who don’t want to end up as such ever again.

Stiles clears his throat and pretends he doesn’t know all too well now which one of those Derek really is. “You know, seeing as I was absolutely certain you’d found somewhere to go hide that was as far from modern civilization as possible.”


“ who’s henry fonda? “
i’m not even gonna tell this story.
“ i don’t know how people math works. “
“ we should get a quick picture, all of us. “
“ it’ll take three minutes, tops. “
“ i’ve already made everyone uncomfortable so.
“ i can tell i’m gonna have a really good time. “
“ the adventure awaits! “
“ oh god. “
you can pretend i’m like a stray dog and can’t understand.
“ i hear you over there. “
“ who are you? “
“ i guess this is happening now! this is a thing that is happening.  “
“ listen to yourself.
“ so what’s the, uh, what’s the, like, thing to do here other than obviously go skinny dipping and get murdered by jason krueger? “
“ we are here to drink and be stupid. “
“ enough stalling! “
hey, did you know that it’s named after some guy named dick harden.
“ things are kinda going psycho all over. “
“ on a scale of one to ten, how weird is it going to be? “
“ gonna take a little magic trip to cupcake town.
“ fortune favors the bold. “
“ i think i mismeasured the magic. “
shut up.
“ hello. dear. tell everyone hello. “
“ don’t know if leave is possible. “
“ is. leave. possible.  “
“ are you going to answer it or what? “
“ it’s like the world is conspiring against us, i swear to god. “
“ don’t don’t gimme that look. “
god, i haven’t heard this in forever.
“ i am so tired of this funhouse bull crap. “
“ humming like a barracuda. “
“ you used to come here a lot as a kid?
“ i need to drink more milk or something. “
“ i…think…we’re dealing…with…ghosts. “
“ you don’t care do you. “
no please keeping going.
“ don’t come anywhere near me. “
“ this night has turned banana bread, really fast. “
“ you’re just going to stand there, politely. “
“ i’m not going anywhere near you.
“ can you just do us a favor? “
“ my doctor’s not gonna be happy with my blood pressure this year. “
“ can’t things stay normal for like two friggin’ seconds. “

thatrandomfandomperson  asked:

Creepypasta stupid internet challenges head canons

Ben is a lets player and isnt ashamed. I dont know if thatd be considered a challenge but it is a trend

Toby was on of the planking people but was really bad at it

Jeff has literally done every internet challenge ever no one can stop him now

Liu was the one who recorded jeff doing every internet challenge ever. Also probably dumped a bucket of ice water on jeff at some point

Eyeless Jack tried doing a Ouija board thing with a few other pastas but nothing happened (jeff probably pretended to move it but jack being the psychic cutie he is saw through it)

Laughing Jack doesn’t know what the internet is

Jane is the actual embodiment of the 100 layers challenge 

Otis does those “draw with your left hand” or “draw blindfolded” challenges

Dina made up her own thing where you guess which person is evil and stab them. (hint they were all evil. she essential made a snuff film)

sally did the cinnomin challenge once. once.

Tim once drank an entire bottle of wine in like 5 seconds at a party and uploaded it to youtube

Brian was on of the people included in the Ouija board thing

Mitsuko did the goretober thing

Legend of Korra Book 3 “Change” Sentence Starters

“Actually, I just fell off a bridge, so I could use a fresh diaper right about now.”

“Who doesn’t want a bison as their best friend?”

“Whew, I’m getting hungry. We might have to hustle up a little breakfast with the old fruit stand scam. Come on. You remember how it goes. I push you into the stand, you scream, I pretend to faint.”

“Let me guess, you want something.”

“Hey, you trying to steal my fruit?”

“Whoa! Aah! Oh! Aah! Aah! Hey! Let me go! This is not what we rehearsed!”

“I am the escaped convict, and you will all reap my fire.”

“I make it my business to know who’s visiting my city.”

“How could you let this happen?”

“I’ve seen the future, and the future is magnets!”

“I’m confused. Are we stealing the fruit or not?”

“Topside, this is papa bear. The breezies are in the hold. Cue the balloons.”

“Don’t feel bad. I tried to kill *insert name here* after s/he ruined my wedding. It happens.”

“When your son becomes a master, he’ll get tattoos all over his body, just like me.”

“Where did you say you were from?”

“I thought I’d never see you again.”

“Why didn’t anyone tell us we have a secret prison we could have been throwing people in?”

“Thanks for busting me out. Where did you pick up the new skills?”

“You think freedom is something that you can give or take on a whim. But to your people, freedom is just as essential as…air.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I was given a gift. I believe it’s a sign that our path is a righteous one.”

“In my head I saw that playing out very differently.”

Proving Them Right (21/21)

All the previous chapters/installments: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16,17,18, 19, 20

(You can also read the whole thing over on my AO3)

Summary: There’s some kind of bet that Beca and Chloe are going to end up together, and, with CR’s wedding on the horizon, our favorite duo decides to make some moolah by pretending to date. Also known as: that fake dating trope that we’re all trash for.

They finally got to settling the bet, which meant that the pool of money between all the Bellas was split between Stacie, Beca, and Chloe - the only three people who guessed, somewhat drunkenly, that “bhloe” would come together before the wedding. 

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I guess we just stopped talking. After everything that happened, it all ended in this way. We changed. We outgrew each other. We are different people now and we just don’t fit anymore. And it’s no one’s fault.
Truth is I don’t like what he’s become so I’d rather remember him as the lost and lonely boy who was tired of pretending, who needed someone, who needed me. And I’ll always pray he’s alright even though I am not there to help him.
—  About a boy I used to love.

People should stop pretend their own preferences are Daryl’s preferences too because they are constantly disproved by the show. I know the guy is kinda ambiguous (?) all the time, but if he wants to say or do something, he does.
So is funny when they say “He doesn’t like Carol because she is a *insert a random rude and totally useless offensive adjective*”. Do you ever wonder WHAT HE THINKS???
I guess you don’t (you are deliberately blind) because I do and the answer is this:

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he definitely cares:

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he smiles a lot around her:

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he gets angry when something bad happens to her:

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and I never seen him so lost as he was in this moment (after all he and Carol went through in Consumed and he lost her again):

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These gifs, these moments are real. So you can think what you want about Carol but this is what HE THINKS and what HE DOES around her. And you can’t change that ;D

I remember being happy. And I can’t say I’m not happy now, because I am. But my heart hasn’t been beating as quick as it used to, and my mind isn’t as fearless as it used to be. I miss you. You were the reason I smiled, the reason I laughed, I let you become everything to me. I kissed you, you kissed me, I couldn’t count how many times you kissed me, or the times you said you loved me, but I can count how many times I was that happy - once. I don’t know why I let you in. Now you say it was all a lie. How can you say that to the person you said “I will always love you” too? The person who would have followed you everywhere and done anything for you. Don’t pretend like nothing happened, because I remember it like it was yesterday, and I guess you don’t want to.
So yes, I am happy. But my happiness is accompanied by the pain of missing you. And maybe that isn’t even happiness at all.
—  I want to tell you this but I just can’t, so I’m telling other people instead.

OTP Questions: Berena


Who has the most embarrassing taste in music?

Serena doesn’t quite know what’s worse: the fact that Bernie knows all the words to ‘Yes sir, I can boogie’ or that she’s still adamant that it was sung by Tina Turner.

Who collects something unusual?

They’re halfway through boxing up Bernie’s flat when Serena discovers them: a row of little metal poles, curled into hooks on one side, most silver-grey others copper-brown but all gleaming like a set of polished medals. Serena hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should call Bernie or close the door and pretend that it’d never happened. The decision is made by her own fingertip, extending to the largest hook, on the far right. She strokes up the length of smooth, cold metal, aluminium, she guesses.

The first clue she gets to Bernie’s creeping up behind her is the shadow, covering the gold line of reflected sunlight in black silutette. “Tent pegs, from when I was out in the field. As a medic, you’re usually one of the last ones there. Took a tent peg home by accident first time, the habit stuck.” Slightly pink, Serena turns around to face her, “More original than medals, I suppose.” It wasn’t Bernie’s smile that suprised her but the way it crept up on her, practically melting into place,

“There are those, yes. Some of the men I served with kept little jars of sand but I had a feeling it’d only be too long until one of her kids knocked it over. And these - I don’t know, these just seem a bit more- mine, if that makes sense?”

Serena nodded. Seconds later, thier lips touched. Hours and the rest of the furniture was packed neatly in shapie’d cardboard boxes. They never really spoke about the tent pegs again. Yet, when Bernie came back to them, God-knows how many weeks later, she found each other tied up with delicate brown string and on that, a label: '2000, Bosnia’, '2007, Iraq’, '2014, Afghanistan’, '2016 Afghanistan’ that’s when she realised there was one more, a smaller peg, vaguely familiar, like it’d anchor down a two man tent, three at most and on it, in the same swirling font as the others: '2017, new forest, Home, soider’

Who takes the longest to get ready?

On the rare occasions that Bernie is coaxed into staying in bed, she sometimes watches Serena get ready through hazy, half-open eyes. It’s mesmerising, seeing her expertly brush and blend, straightening a bit here but not there, just enough lipstick in that shade of pink that makes the rest of her face radiate. The look of concentration, Bernie is certain she’d find the same one had she been twirling a brush against a canvas or tying up a bleed. It’s not unheard of for her to fall asleep like that, softly smiling in her golden bubble of vanilla perfume and Serena’s voice, whisper-singing a welcome to the new day.

Shut the haters up.

Ratings: The Killer Frost episode is the this most watch and best rating of the season right after the premiere and 3x06

Professional who watch show as jobs ALL praised Danielle for her acting. Kevin  Smith praised her like crazy as well.

But I guess haters are going to pretend that nothing like that happen. That SB fandom is biased and dont see how Danielle act. 

Gosh, they probably are going to pretend that media is biased. Right? But when it will come to praising WA, they will kiss their ass. 

*cough* hypocrite *cough*

Meaningful Title

once upon a time, someone said to me, “you need to read this book.”

most of the time, when i hear that, i immediately get on the defensive. not because i don’t want to read it - quite the opposite - but my reading list could put the great wall of china to shame, and when i read a good book, i get completely, 100% hooked. it’s an emotional investment, one i’m not always ready or willing to make.

but this time, it happened to be coming from the mouth of someone who had never, to my knowledge, said this to me, about a legit actual prose and chapter novel. my first thought was, huh, and then, well all right. i can’t remember my actual thought process on finally acquiescing in this case, so let’s pretend it was something soulful and significant and not ‘wow the wind is blowing in from the north i guess that means i’m gonna read this thing tonight.’

what i do remember, though, is looking at the clock and it’s 4am and i’m sitting out in the couch in my living room, a tiny light angled over this borrowed kindle, as i ruthlessly devour the last few chapters of Cut & Run. i do remember thinking, holy shit, holy fucking shit. this is legit bone-chilling and i love it.

i ate up the next two books in a haze of back pain and canada and people i don’t talk to anymore (long story. no one cares.) and then it was like hey let’s make tumblrs and dick around as ty and zane because that’s hilarious and also an excellent distraction for the way my emotional life is going straight down the drain do not pass go do not collect $200 and are we flirting? is it real this time? is that what we’re doing?

turns out, yes, that is exactly what we were doing.

there are a lot of things about zane that hit really close to home for me, personally, but what he’s come to mean has been much more. like zane, i almost didn’t realize how messed up i was until i started to get better. i overthink things, and i tend to play my cards close to my chest, always keeping a little back, afraid that if i give it away, i’ll have nothing left.

in my admittedly shoddy memory, somehow Divide & Conquer’s release was already happening in the timeline of our relationship, despite being months before my official breakup with The Ex and so on and so forth. when we read that together - i just remember feeling like something was lifting, like i’d made a promise, despite not knowing what on earth that promise was. but it was… big. it wasn’t just a book, it was a world in a box in my heart that kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger. some part of me knew, then, that it would only be a matter of time before it would break open and envelop me, and it would be the start of something bigger and more beautiful than i could imagine.

well, not in so many words, and not consciously. but.

as the series continued and our relationship grew and changed, we noticed with sometimes a kind of freakish horror and sometimes with utter gratitude that the ebb and flow and change of ty and zane’s relationship was mirrored in our own - or vice versa. during our reading of Armed & Dangerous, there were so many small coincidences that we were yelling at abi to get out of our heads! in Stars & Stripes, we had converted our deuce and were pretty solid with each other, so there was that feeling of halcyon quiet and returning to our family roots.

when Touch & Geaux came out, we’d just moved apart.

i was taking it pretty hard. harder than i thought i should be, for which i tended to beat myself up even more about. but when we read T&G, when we got to the end - it was literally like some unseen hand had reached up from the pages and patted us on the cheek, saying it’s going to be okay. because that was exactly where we were in our lives - realizing that we each had shit to work out on our own, that we had to be able to live in our own skins before we could live side by side - and that it was going to be okay. none of that meant that either of us loved the other any less. it was going to be okay.

i know i’ve been absent from tumblr more often than not. i get overwhelmed pretty easily, i get obsessed with other things and i’m like zane who? why do i care about this again? and sometimes i just want to kick everyone in the head and tell them to go away because these are our books, this is our thing, who’s that abi person think she is anyway? she’s just the writer. and i can’t say i won’t do that in the future, that i won’t have my ups and downs as surely as zane does - but this series runs in my veins, it’s been written into me, and these characters that in some ways are so very different from these two northeast girls have been, well, our guides and guardians, our agents of belief and change and hope.

we’re never going to be done with them. i’m never going to be done with them. for me, this isn’t even remotely the end. it’s just the beginning.

I don’t think I can forgive you. I’ve tried so hard but you haven’t made it easy. You can’t just pretend it never happened, that it didn’t hurt me. Friendship is all about two, but I guess no one ever explained that to you. Because I could recite countless facts about you but you don’t know a handful about me. You were always to absorbed in yourself to ever listen. I knew that and I should have seen this coming. But I see the potential in people and I swear you have it. I just can’t be the one who brings it out because you’re breaking my already cracked heart.
—  It’s time to let you go.
putting on the ritz - notcaycepollard - Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

“They want you to come to a fancy party,” Poe says, and there’s a gleam in his eye. “I guess being the newest Jedi in the galaxy has its advantages. Who’re you taking?” Rey pretends to consider them both, drags her lower lip under her teeth, then looks back at her work and checks all the connections as if she’s fully absorbed in the task. She can feel Poe’s impatience radiating off him, and Finn’s easy amusement, and it’s hard to hide a smirk.

“Seriously,” Poe asks again. “Because I happen to look super great in a-”

“No,” Rey says. “Finn. Because he’s my cute boyfriend.”

Finn preens. Poe contrives to look woebegone. “What am I, then?”

“My terrible boyfriend,” Rey says flatly, and Finn snickers with laughter from the bunk.

if you think this has ANY KIND OF ACTUAL PLOT you would be one hundred percent mistaken, but it does have: suit porn, some nice fluffy ot3 feels.