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Lin-Manuel Miranda is basically asking us out to dance with his new salsa mixtape

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It’s no surprise that Lin-Manuel Miranda is a music lover. We can witness his meticulous care and respect for music oscillating from his Broadway-musical hits to singing and writing songs for movies. Now, Lin Manuel has elegantly curated a star-studded mixtape on his Spotify account. He calls it “I relish your wit! I SALSA YOUR FACE.” The mixtape features classics from salsa legends such as Celia Cruz and Willie Colón. Lin-Manuel Miranda proudly accentuates the beauty of salsa and the culture it is derived from.

More than music, Lin-Manuel is offering us a history lesson. Music is a portrait of culture, and it falls within the framework of oral tradition. Songs provide us with a socio-political landscape of society. Hence, music is an educational tool;  it may be used to create awareness, provide knowledge of the past, and a map of where we are heading.

Lin-Manuel Miranda showcases a wide selection of salsa songs. More than percussions and rhythm sections – it’s the importance behind salsa and its identity. Salsa is beautifully anchored in voices of immigrants, the sound of the combined stories and miles travelled from home. Beyond a genre or rhythm, salsa is the quintessential sum of latinx experiences.



Request: You had a similar situation to buckys torture and are rescued by shield. He’s determined to break through your emotionless, sassy shell and to help you in recovery. After a couple failed attempts He finds out you have a soft spot for puppy’s and surprises you with a rescue dog. Which in turn has her confronting him on what this is all about and feelings spill out like a brand new water park. -Anon

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 2237 (ha! Whoops..)

Warnings: Mentions of torture..

A/N: I hope this is alright! It feels kind of like a hot mess, but I didn’t want it to run on too long! Also the dog mentioned is from the hbspca, so if you’re in southern ontario and need a friend :) And yeah, one little part was inspired by Love, Actually. Feedback would be lovely xo

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anonymous asked:

Hii could you one post-first kiss where Betty and Jughead are confused as to where they stand relationship wise and Trev asks Betty out again in front of all her friends and while everyone but jughead is urging her to say yes, she's unsure?


He watched her, all the time, he was always watching her, his eyes now almost always drawn to those soft lips he had kissed less than a week ago.

For the amount of time he was staring at her, he managed to avoid her eyes at all costs, only being around her when their friends were close by. What was he supposed to say?
“Hey Betty, I know you probably don’t feel the same way but I’d like to kiss you again. All the time If that’s okay?”

Yeah. No.

His deep gaze on the back of her blonde ponytail was interrupted when Veronica squealed, pulling her phone up!

“Gossip alert. B, pay attention this ones about you.”

Betty instantly snapped her head up from her tray

“Me? What about me?” She looked nervous, fidgety. He wanted to tell her it was fine, not to worry.

He didn’t, he just dug back into his chips, keeping his eyes on the raven haired drama queen.

“Well rumor has it, that little date you went on with trev? It went much better than you told us annnndd he plans on asking you out again. Ginger Lopez heard it straight from the source.”

Betty blushed, her eyes meeting jugheads for the first time in days.

He didn’t look away this time, just stared at her. Trev? You had to be kidding me. As if one date wasn’t enough.

Who was he kidding, one date with Betty Cooper would never be enough. Not for anyone.

Kevin clapped excitedly and Valerie tossed a grape at Betty, raising a brow.

“Trev? That delicious piece of chocolate? Girl, you’re one lucky cat.”

Archie shoved her playfully

“Umm hello?”

Valerie giggled “just saying.”

He watched as Betty placed a comforting hand on Veronica’s shoulder, the ladder looking almost heartbroken. Leave it to Betty, to think of others while she was on the spot.

Shaking her shoulders and throwing Betty a grateful smile

“Anyway, you have to take him up on his offer, the winter formal is coming up and you two would look so cute together.”

Kevin nodded “for sure, I totally ship this. You two can be the new Beyoncé and jay z of this school.”

As Kevin and Veronica went back and forth, naming power couples , betty was laughing nervously

“I don’t know about that, I’m not really interested.” She threw Jughead a quick glance, trying to gauge his reaction. He tried to remain impassive, inside? He was fuming. Couldn’t they see she didn’t want to date that imbecile?

“Oh please Betty , you have to give it a try, all guys are awkward on their first dates, right Archie?” Veronica turned to Archie.

Archie shrugged lazily,

“She has a point, you can’t really go off of first dates, ya know what you should do?”

Betty shifted her shoulders “what?”

“Kiss him, it’s the only way to really know if there’s chemistry.”

Alright screw this.

Slamming his hands on the table, Jughead stood up, leveling everyone at the table with his glare.

“She doesn’t have to talk to him, she doesn’t have to go out with him and she most definitely doesn’t have to kiss him! She said she wasn’t interested, drop it.” He threatened.

Betty’s eyes were wide and she was staring at him, the hint of a smile gracing her face.

Veronica was not about to let that slide

“What does it matter to you jug? The cocky smirk was a permanent feature on Veronica’s face.

He shook his head, well here goes nothing

“It matters to me because I’m courting Betty.”


Did he just say courting?

Oh Jesus.

Suddenly he heard the soft giggle come from his favorite blonde. Turning his head to her he looked at her with a questioning smile

She grabbed his hand from across the table and smiled bigger than he had ever seen.

“You heard the man, I’m being courted.”

The whole table erupted with questions, but Jughead didn’t care, those lips he loved so much were currently gracing him with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

Returning her smile he knew this was far from over.

He couldn’t help but be excited

My favorite thing about the clip is how Yurio’s EX skate features Otabek in it. The logistics make me giggle.


Yuri’s capable of the kind of impulse decision making skills I -WISH- I had.

Quiet Village- Gaston

Gaston x Reader, I’ve never written one of these so you’ll have to excuse me if it is terrible. 

Anyways, I’ve had this idea in my head, and since I know people are eating up imagines (myself included) I thought it wise to leave out my OC. 

I must give credit to @luuuuuke-evans idea, Gaston survives his fall- cushioned by a snow bank, but still badly injured. He leaves Villeneuve in seek of medical aid. 

Word Count: 1,430

Warnings: None 

There will be a part two very soon. 

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if 707 got flustered when he first met MC
  • MC: Hi!
  • 707: Hhjl MC hel uh he *clears throat* HELLO.
  • MC: *giggling* Seven are you alright?
  • 707: yeahyourejustreallyprettywow
  • MC: Huh, what'd you say?
  • MC:
  • 707:
  • MC:
  • 707:
  • MC: I feel the same way
  • 707: oH FHANK GOD

REQUEST: Surprising Harry on tour to tell him you’re pregnant. Except the timing works out perfectly with fathers day, so you tell him by giving him a card. Preferably one of those ones which are like ‘Dear Dilf, need I say more’

REQUEST: I just realized your requests are open and I am flipping right now! Can you pretty please do one where you tell Harry you’re pregnant and its extremely fluffy and cute with many cuddles and loads of love! Love you and your blog loads and loads ♥

You had a love/hate relationship with tour season.

On the one hand, you hated that Harry had to be away from you. You had your own job and your own things that you needed to do, and you couldn’t exactly drop everything to follow him as he travelled around the world. You missed him terribly when he was away, and the two of you had gotten so used to each other at this point that it felt like something huge was missing when he wasn’t around. It was hard on him as well; it wasn’t like before you met two years ago when he could travel to his heart’s content. Sunsets simply weren’t as beautiful, and certain sights weren’t as breathtaking without you there by his side to see them. You skype called and texted as much as you possibly could to make up for it, but there was nothing that could even remotely come close to the feeling of falling asleep in his arms after a long day.

On the other hand, you loved to see him perform. It was one of your absolutely favorite things to do; it helped that you were a fan before meeting him and genuinely loved the boys’ music, but watching Harry on stage was absolutely mesmerizing. It seemed like every inch of him was amplified by the thousand—his smiles were brighter and his movements were stronger, and you could tell that it was the place where he felt happiest. Except for when he was with you, he would say. And the times that you got to fly out to see him were perhaps your favorite moments together—the rush of seeing each other after being apart for weeks at a time definitely made up for the time that you had to wait in between, and if anything the distance only ever brought you closer.

The reunion sex was definitely a big bonus.

It was after their show in Toronto when it happened. You had flown to visit him, and the concert was as amazing as ever. You didn’t get to see him until after the show was over, and the sight of your very sweaty and very beautiful rockstar almost made your heart stop. You could tell that he felt the same, because his features lit up more than they already had when he saw you running down the hallway to jump into his arms.

“Harry!” You squealed lightly as you slipped your arms around his neck and immediately looped your legs around his waist to pull his body closer to yours. You could smell the sweat on his body and his dark purple t-shirt was beginning to stick to yours, but you wouldn’t let go for anything.

“How’d you sneak back here, you menace?” He teased as he playfully pinched your behind while supporting your weight with both his palms, turning to press you against the nearest wall as he nipped at your neck.

The next several minutes consisted of the two of you giggling and fooling around backstage in Harry’s dressing room, caught up in each other as if you’d just fallen in love. That was the thing you loved most about the two of you—you’d had your fair share of arguments and bumps in the road like any other couple, but the spark had never faded.

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Imagine Introducing Your Brothers to Your Boyfriend Jax Teller

Originally posted by r0mansky

Author’s Note: My obsession with Sons Of Anarchy has hit hard again because I started watching where I left off. Jax and Opie have my undying love, so I decided to put on of them in an imagine on here. This is the third non spn character to show up (first Bucky then The Creeper). I hope you all like it! - Haley xx 

Your name: submit What is this?

It’s been a few years since you’ve seen your older brothers Dean and Sam. After the fallout between you and your dad, you stopped hunting and just wanted to settle down in some town where the sun shone all the year round.

Your mind automatically went to California; it has always been nice and warm whenever you would pass through with your family, so that is where you went. On your way to find that place, your car broke down in a small town named Charming. You met Jax Teller and you been there ever since.

“You okay, darlin’?” Jax asked, pulling your hand up to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

“I’m just a bit nervous,” you said, scooting closer to him in the booth. “I haven’t seen them so long.”

“Everything’s going to be fine,” Jax said, kissing your temple.

You got a call from Sam saying they were heading to California for a hunt and wanted to know if you wanted to have lunch with him and Dean. You agreed, and told Sam the name of the town and diner where to find you. You knew it was out of the way for them, but your brothers would hunt you down on the other side of the world if it meant seeing you for an hour.

The diner door swung open and the bell rang. You turned around in your seat and saw them and you smiled wide. They didn’t look much different; Sam’s hair was just shaggier. Jax let go of your hand and you stood up from the booth and practically sprinted to your brothers, pulling them into a bear hug.

“Nice to see you too, Y/N,” Sam chuckled.

“Next time, we’re not waiting three years to see each other,” Dean said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Who’s the blond you’re with?”

“C’mon,” You said, grabbing Dean’s hand and pulling him over to the booth. You let go of your eldest brother when Jax climbed out of the booth and wrapped and arm around your waist. “Dean, Sam, this is Jax, my boyfriend. Jax these are my older brothers.”

All three of them straightened up and said their hellos. You giggled and rolled your eyes.

You wanted to tell Jax what your brothers did, and you wanted Sam and Dean to know what Jax did. Being Teller’s old lady and a Winchester was probably the worst combination for anyone, but this was your life. It was full of danger everywhere you turned, but with these three idiots in your life right now, it didn’t feel so bad.

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Paring: Archie Andrews x Reader

Requested: Yes :)

Warnings: Cursing, Short AF

Request: Hello:) I was wondering if you could make an Imagine about Archie Andrews loving the reader?

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The night before Valentine’s Day, the last carton of milk in the apartment mysteriously disappeared from the fridge. John wasn’t happy about waking up early to get to the store, but he did so anyway, and the minute the door closed behind him, Sherlock leaped out of his bed and went to wake Rosie.

They’d prepared plenty yesterday. Rosie had cut hearts out of pink construction paper, and now ran around the apartment, taping them to the walls. And Sherlock had done his job too. On each of two hundred origami cranes that he’d folded himself, he’d written “I love you,” and he placed them on every surface he could find. Mrs. Hudson had prepared a delicious batch of sugar cookies, which rested on the table, and she peeked in from the kitchen, ready to take photos. 

When they heard John open the door, Sherlock and Rosie quickly hid behind the couch, Rosie barely able to suppress her giggles. 

“Hello?” John called, stepping into the apartment, putting down his grocery bag, and looking around. Noticing the décor, he remembered which day it was. He’d scheduled a dinner for him, Rosie, Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson, Molly, and Lestrade later that night, and bought a special present for both Sherlock and Rosie, but he hadn’t expected anything like this. Smiling, he continued into the living room. 

This was Rosie’s cue to dance out from behind the couch, while Mrs. Hudson pressed ‘play’ on the cassette player that Sherlock insisted on having for “reasons,” and “science.” “Father and Daughter” by Paul Simon began to play, and Rosie skipped around the living room while John watched, a huge grin on her little face as she tried different ballet poses that Sherlock had taught her.
John’s smile grew as he watched his daughter dance, and he wiped a tear from his eye. As the song ended, she pranced up to John, proudly delivering him a homemade card that read, “I Love You, Daddy” in pink sparkly letters.

John enveloped her in a huge hug, holding her tight and thanking her for the card, but he almost gasped when Sherlock rose from behind the couch, wearing his signature purple shirt and holding a bouquet of roses. 

Before John could speak, Sherlock gestured to Rosie, who skipped over and took the flowers from him and brought them back to her father, who accepted them with teary eyes.

And then “Wonderful Tonight” by Eric Clapton came on, but it wasn’t Eric singing– it was Sherlock’s voice, surprisingly soft and smooth, and all the she’s had been changed to he’s, and John gazed in awe as Sherlock began to dance.
He thought he’d never see anything more beautiful than Sherlock himself, but Sherlock dancing took it to a whole new level. He twirled and leaped delicately, his movements flowing together with the music, and John wondered how he even deserved this amazing a husband, this wonderfully romantic man who he couldn’t ever imagine being without.

The last verse approached, and Sherlock held out his hand to John, gesturing for him to come dance as well. Tears were streaming down John’s cheeks, and he’d never been so happy in his entire life as he took Sherlock by the hands and they danced, looking into each other’s eyes and smiling softly, an incredible moment that neither of them would ever forget.

My darling, you were wonderful tonight.

As the song ended, Sherlock leaned in to kiss John, and Rosie, very used to their displays of affection, clapped and jumped up and down gleefully. John reluctantly pulled away after a few seconds, and in a shaky voice, exclaimed, “I love you, Sherlock. Oh, God, I love you!”

“I love you too, John,” Sherlock whispered back, holding John close and pulling Rosie in so that the three of them could hug.

Mrs. Hudson’s camera flashed as the fathers and daughter embraced, laughing and smiling and full of love, and the tender scene lasted a long time.

And later on, when John unfolded every single one of Sherlock’s paper cranes to reveal two hundred “I love you’s,” his shoulders shook and he began to cry out of pure joy, and Sherlock wrapped his arms around his John and held him there, full of nothing but love that he knew would last forever. 

My darling, you were wonderful tonight.



I didn’t give this one a title. It can speak for itself.

*Jealousy* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Newt x reader. The reader and newt are finally getting married. But with a jealous Tina who tries to stop the wedding in anyway possible

❤ Quick Note:

In this story, Jacob is no longer obliviated. So he’s around for the par-tay! ^_^ Also, I  have Newt’s parent’s in this…. Not sure exactly what they’re like, but I tried to do my best portrayal of how I imagine them!

The sun was shining through the window of your room and the beams light hit perfectly on your wedding gown hanging from the back of your door. The beads sparkled and glistened and you felt your heart flutter each time you envisioned yourself walking down the aisle towards the love of your life…. Newt Scamander. 

You two had met only a year before during his and your return from New York. Bumping in to one another on the boat home to London, you two quickly became close and even quicker, became lovers. 

Newt had kept in contact with his friends in New York, Tina, Queenie and Jacob. You had never met them, but Newt had told you of his adventures with them in his brief stop in the city.

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Ayatollah [Newt Scamander x Reader]


Word Count: 1,209

Requests: Lots of you messaged me for this!


BTW I think I am going to create a tag list so message me if you want to be on my permanent taglist or just on a tag list for a specific character! 

Let me see you get yourself/ Out of this situation/ Go ahead, accommodate me

Now it was the day for Newt and (y/n) to take leave from New York. Their time in New York was spent chasing Newt’s creatures who escaped his case. And (y/n) could be viewed as quite bitter from this situation. She hid in his case while they boarded the boat because she didn’t want Newt spending any money on her and because she frankly did not want to see Tina and Newt’s farewell for now. She just wanted to be in London. No, she wanted to be the one that made Newt’s face light up. That used to be her. 

She said “I’ve missed this mattress/ And I’ve missed being classless/ And this district’s lifeless”

And soon they were back in London which left (y/n) ecstatic but Newt could only be described as heartbroken. (Y/N) knew that she couldn’t let Newt suffer from lost love. Even though it meant she would have lost the love of her life.

“It’s nice to be home, right, Newt?” She smiled at him, attempting to lift his spirits

“Uh, yes, it- it is quite, um, nice”

“I know you want to be in New York.”

“W-what?” His eyes went wide in shock.

“You liked Tina, and being there. It’s okay to miss that and who knows. Maybe you’ll be assigned to go back there soon. But I’m afraid to say I probably will not join you,” and with that, you climbed out of the case, taking care of your apartment and its care.

I see potential in her/ Cause I see potential in her

“I don’t understand”

“What don’t you understand?” You asked Newt.

“You’re my companion a-and you love our creatures. Why wouldn’t you want to leave them, why do you want to leave me?”

“I don’t want to leave, but it’s what will be best.”

“No, no it won’t. You have potential, great potential, and you can’t just leave me- me I meant us.”

“Newt, you were so happy with Tina. I want you to go back to New York, back to Tina, a-and Queenie, and Jacob-”

“But you have to, no, NEED to stay with me.”

“I-I’m sorry Newt, I just want you to be happy,” with that, you left your shared apartment and went to the bar for the evening.

And I was only messing/ When I used to joke about/ Letting you down

(Y/N) returned from the bar, some what intoxicated, at a quarter to 1. She looked a mess; her hair in tangles, shirt untucked, and her top buttons undone. She attempted to sneak in, but Newt could hear the door shut from his case. 

As (y/n) took a seat at the chairs in the kitchen, he stepped out and made his way to her. But when he saw her, he was slightly taken aback from her appearance but he knew what happened. Some man tried to touch her.

“What was his name?”

“Why do you care?”

“(Y/N), what was his name?” He said, harsher this time.

“I-I don’t know, but he didn’t do anything to me.”

Newt sighed his head in his hands, “I should never have let you leave without me.”

“I’m fine, besides why should you care if I hooked up with some bloke who actually fancied me.” She retorted.

“(Y/N), why can’t you see how much I care for you. You’ve always been there for me, when I was expelled, when Leta left me broken, when I was arrested. You’re always there, taking care of me and making me happy. Why do you want to leave me and- and break my heart? Why do you think that’s a good idea?”

“I-I-I’m jealous and hurting Newt. And I’m not going to satisfy you any more because you found something better.”

“Better. Okay look, remember when I took you to meet my brother.”

Sweetheart I was dreading/ I was only dreading/ Meeting your brother

“Oh yes, and it was awful. You wouldn’t shut up about telling me how arrogant he was and I thought you were just being jealous but no,” she laughed and a tear fled down her face, “he was just as bad and I realized how much I wanted to protect you because of the way he talked to you.”

Newt smiled,” and I swore to myself that I would never let another man look at you like a piece of meat.”


“Yes,” he smiled.

Cause I see potential in you

“Newt, how do you see me?” You asked the next morning, and the question had somewhat shocked Newt.

“Excuse me?”

“What do you see me as? A friend, a little sister, a colleague, a-a.. a lover?”

“I don’t know how to answer.”

“That’s fine,” you replied softly and began to walk to your room.

“(Y/N), you are a lovely young lady and shouldn’t care for what others think of you.”

So call me in the morning/ When you’ve mixed up all your medicine/ I’ll make you feel a little better

The ministry issued Newt to go over to Ireland to see about a nasty Murtlap infestation. At first, he didn’t want to leave you alone, with all the mixed feelings between the two of you, but you convinced him by promising to call him every morning when you first woke up.

Two days later, you called him, upon hearing word he arrived in Ireland. The telephone rang a bit before the operator finally connected the phone lines. 

“Hello Newton,” you giggled.

“Hello (Y/N), have you taken your allergy medication?”

“Yes, Newt, first thing before dialing you.”

“Alright, I’ll be home in four days.” 

Show me in the evening/ Until you disembark/ And have a sudden change of heart

He finally arrived back home Saturday evening, an envelope sitting on his chair. At first worry began to flood through him as he called out your name.

“I’m in the kitchen, Newt, making you a nice dinner.”

He sighed a bit in relief, then entered the kitchen to see you. His body engulfed yours in a hug from behind. 

“Oh,” you giggled, “did you miss me?”

“Of course I did, you’re my best friend,” he smiled, “what was that envelope on my chair?”

“It’s a little present I got you.”

“What for?”

“Well, there’s two envelope’s there. Open the one from the ministry first.” 

Cause I see potential in you/ I see potential in you

His face lit up upon opening the letter. His body language revealed it was definitely fantastic news.

“Well, what is it?”

“My- my manuscript has been accepted!”

“This is amazing, Newt. Now open the other.”

Nervously, he carefully opened the tan envelope. The ticket inside surprised him.

“We’re going back to America.”

“Um, no, j-just you, Newt. I’m not going.”


Call me in the morning when/ You’ve mixed up all your medicine

“(Y/N), no, I can’t just leave you alone.”

“You can go tell Tina and Queenie about how the book will be out soon! You can celebrate with them.”

“B-But I want you there too.”

“Newt, Why would you need me there?”

I see potential in you

Newt sighed at how clueless and oblivious you were being, “(Y/N), I love you”

The Real Man of Steel

Pairing: Clark/Superman x Reader

Request:  Hi, Could you write a Superman smut? Like have it really fluffy at the start. Maybe that Clark is really awkward, so is reader. maybe that reader finds out that he is Superman in this? Maybe while they are having sex and his grip is too strong

Smut: Yes

Words: 2673

Requests are open!


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