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Fic, What I Don’t Want to See

An anonymous prompt. An anonymous headcanon. About 18 or so people added to my tag list. Everybody seemed pretty excited for this, so here it is.

Warnings: None I can think of. Short fic.

Abstract: Patton uses his glasses to block out what he sees. Without them he sees thoughts and feelings and far too much.

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Like this if you are a destiel shipper who also loves Sam Winchester. I am getting sick of this goddamn anon saying all destiel shippers are bitter and hate Sam. (side note: I am not a destiel shipper. just standing up for ya’ll.)

i cannot believe the lack of youtuber au’s. i mean, bitty is canonically a youtuber. where’s the au where jack is a history youtuber, bitty is a baking youtuber/vlogger, shitty screams about social justice, lardo makes painting timelapses and talks about art, ransom talks about anxiety and mental illness, holster sings and rants about broadway, dex talks about home repair and demonstrates how to fix stuff, and nursey does slam poetry and vlogs. they all either reach out to eachother or meet at vidcon

edit: i wrote this at 4:30 am and i spaced out on adding chowder even though i had him planned out. he’s a scuba diver in california who dives with sharks and stuff. he’s also very into the filming side of youtube and all of his videos are very relaxing and aesthetic. also he does lots of girlfriend tags with farmer. farmer’s channel is her recording various strength training workouts and chowder helps with those sometimes
Taking a shower with Chris Evans

⚠ NSFW content below ⚠

• Taking showers with Chris when he gets back from the gym is your priority! He’s so adorable when he’s exhausted that you want to hold him.
• Usually, you would sneak inside and surprise him in the shower… which is a great one.
• You both prefer and privilege bath together on dates or lazy Sundays.
• When Chris asks you to take a shower with him, it’s in the morning most of the time. It wakes him up and having you by his sides when he emerges from sleep is all he needs.
• The hot water running down your bodies is a real stress reliever.
• You have different shower puffs and his is blue obviously. That’s his favorite color, after all.
• Chris doesn’t like strong chemical scented body washes or shampoos. It’s very fresh and fruity for him and classic with vanilla or caramel for you.
• When he’s naked like this, you can’t contain yourself and you kiss his tattoos! Their meanings are very beautiful and/or inspiring and honestly, they suit him very well.
• Chris washes your body softly when you are too tired and he secretly loves the way you smile, eyes closed every time his fingers massage your scalp.
  - “Y/N, stop squeezing your eyes shut like this, it feels like you have soap in your eyes.”
  - “There is soap in my eyes! Quick, water!”
  - “Oh, man… I’m so sorry, sweetheart!”
  - “Stop laughing, you dork!”
• Chris loves singing in the shower! He just can’t stop himself!
  - He uses the shower head as a microphone, which makes you laugh all the time, but you end up joining him in his joyful mood, anyway.
• You make fun of him when you turn off the hot water and he lets out a high pitched scream.
• Chris pokes your sides because he enjoys hearing you yelping and laughing. Let’s be honest, he likes tickling you, so this is a good excuse.
• You wash his body as well when he comes back from a set and you secretly love brushing your bare hands with the shower gel on his back. Is there any need to explain why?!
• Sometimes, Chris surprises you when he steps into the shower and wraps his arms around your waist. He begins to kiss your shoulder and every inch of your skin until he finds your earlobe while his curious fingers finally reach some other sensitive spots of your body.
• Shower sex!
  - It’s such a great excuse and peaceful moments for you both, so you want to enjoy this fully.
• Usually, you prefer going down on him in the shower instead of receiving oral pleasure.
  - Once again, just imagine this glorious man: the way his beautiful blue eyes flutter close and his lips go slack, and the moment his hands grip his hair dripping as you make him come in your mouth. It’s worth everything!
• Chris adores backing you up against the glass and taking you just right there. He can’t have enough of this sight where your body is hot with your surface glistening and your hair wet. He finds you so freaking sexy!
• Having your back against his chest while he thrusts and holds your breasts is an inexplicable sensation with the combination of the water and the steamy environment.
• He moans in your ear because he knows how you react. He repeats your name, praising your body until you can’t take more and he makes you come undone. Oh, my God… you can’t even explain how you feel when he does this and whispers all the dirty things you like.
• When you hydrate your skin with your favorite body moisturizer (because water dries it), he admires the way your hands massage the cream into your skin and he just can’t stop himself from staring. That’s his thing!
• From your side, you admire how the drops of water cascades down Chris’ chest to the towel he always wraps very low around his narrow hips.
• He knows exactly what he’s doing, by the way. You don’t mind, though.

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Soooo as soon as @cupidjuice released her grandpa jackets I knew I had to recolor it so I made it a lighter blue and added some patches! There are 15 swatches—12 on either the right or left side and 3 on the collar. I tried to make it maxis match-y???

You need the mesh or otherwise my recolor won’t show up!

Please don’t steal this or claim as your own. 

Its only enabled for the “masculine” tag and can look wonky on feminine framed sims—sorry!!

You can download it right here!

Imagine dealing with drunk Chris.

A/N: Man, oh man. I just can’t stay away from writing, can I? Well, at least majority of my holiday stuff’s packed. This is another fic inspired by a conversation with the lovely @chrisevans-imagines We have some very weird, but oddly inspiring conversations. Don’t we, Ava? 😂

You pushed your way through the crowd as you searched the overly packed party for your best friend, Chris, who had drunkenly called you ten times in the last hour; it was 2:19AM. He could count himself incredibly lucky that you were finishing up some paperwork at the hospital otherwise you would’ve killed him for interrupting your much needed beauty sleep. You’d been pulling quite a few late nights over the past week as you were about to take leave and go on your holiday, so things hadn’t been particularly easy on you. But you knew before you went into med-school that being a doctor wasn’t going to be easy, what you didn’t know was how much harder it was being a doctor who was best friends with Chris Evans; a man who had the equivalent energy of his puppy, Dodger. If you weren’t so in-love with him, he wouldn’t get away with half the things he put you through. But you were, so here you were at the party.

“Hello beautiful.” An arm hooked around your waist and pulled you into him; you groaned and pushed the drunken stranger off you. “Geez, lighten up!” He called after you as you disappeared further into the room. If you didn’t find Chris in the next five minutes, you were outta there.

“Hell yeah I’ll get it in!” You heard Chris’ voice and you followed it, chuckling when you found him by the ping pong table. “Don’t you worry, I'mma get it into that cup.” He bounced the ball off the table and balanced it on the back of his hand as he swallowed another gulp of his beer. “Watch me nail this th-” He spotted you and his smile tenfold. “Y/N, you came!” He downed his drink and tossed both ball and red solo cup aside before making his way to you, waving off the protests that came from the other players. “Sorry guys, I’m done. My girl’s here,” he draped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him.

“I’m not your girl, Evans.” You reminded him, but made no effort to push him away from you like you had with the other guy; you were very glad that the dim lights hid your deeply flushed cheeks. “I’m just here to make sure you don’t drink and drive, the last thing I need is to be called back in because someone got into a car accident.”

“Awww,” he cooed, squeezing you tightly against him. “Was someone worried about little old me?” You rolled your eyes, but failed to hide your smile. “Don’t be, my best friend’s a very good doctor. She’s very pretty too, like- she could be on Grey’s Anatomy.” He slurred then grinned when he heard you chuckle. “And that’s you,” he booped your nose, “I’m talking about you.”

“I know, and I’m talking about me too when I say I’ve had a very long night and I’m ready to go home.” He nodded with furrowed brows, really trying to process your words. “C'mon,” you wrapped an arm around his waist and directed him towards the exit, “you’re crashing at my place tonight. I’m not leaving you here when someone could literally tap beer out of you.”

“Yes!” He cheered. “I love your apartment, it smells like Christmas because of all the candles you have.” You hummed in acknowledgement at his drunk thoughts. “Hey, you know what’s really funny?” He didn’t wait for a response. “When I read your texts, I read it in an Australian accent because you’re from Australia. I do the same with Chris Hemsworth’s,” he told you then laughed to himself. “G'day mate,” he mimicked a tradition Australia greeting then laughed again.

“I’ve never once texted that to you, nor have I said that to you,” you chuckled. “And since when do I have an Australian accent? I’ve been living in America since I was eighteen, and you know I watch too much American television and too many Hollywood films to have an Australian accent.” The two of you found your way out of the party and into the much emptier parking lot where you car waited patiently. “But then again,” you glanced at him, “you are very wasted, so I won’t hold that against you.”

“Chuck a shrimp on the barbie,” he continued mocking the Australia accent and laughed when you did. “You’re right,” he returned to his normal accent as he pulled away from you, “you don’t sound like that.” He moved in front of you and took your hands in his, smiling like a love sick idiot which made your heart flutter despite knowing it didn’t mean what you wanted it to. “You sound perfect because you are perfect and I love you.”

“I love you too,” you responded with a chuckle, ignoring that ache in your heart. This wasn’t the first time he’d told you he loved you while he was drunk, in fact- he said it all the time when he was sober too. But it wasn’t the confession you longed for, it was just another platonic expression of affection that you shoved aside with your true feelings. “Let’s get you in bed, shall we?” You tried to pull your hands away only to have him tightened his grip.

“No,” he shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows. “You don’t understand, Y/N. I love you,” he said again in a more serious tone that made you sigh. As much as you wanted to reciprocate that feeling and kiss him, you couldn’t take anything he said seriously when he was drunk. Even if you did believe that drunk minds spoke for a sober heart, it was Chris; he was your best friend and you couldn’t ruin that friendship over a drunken slur of the moment. “I want to be with you,” he told you and pulled his hands away to cup your face.

“Chris, no,” you turned away when he started to lean in, taking a small step back. “We’re not going to do this.” You frowned when he did. “You’re drunk, I don’t want-” you cut yourself off before you said more than you should. “Let’s just go home, okay?” You brushed past him and headed for you car, stopping when he called out.

“I’m sober enough to have this conversation!” He walked in front of you with a frown on his face. “I’ve been trying to tell you I love you since the moment I met you, Y/N. But you keep brushing me off, like you think I’m not worth your time.”

“Chris-” you couldn’t believe you made him feel that way.

“Am I not good enough for you?” He asked then asked again before you could get a word in, “are you holding out for another doctor?” You opened your mouth to speak only to get cut off again, “what is it, Y/N? Why won’t you give me a chance?!” He growled and you flinched. “I don’t understand,” he shook his head, his pretty blues glistened with tears. “I’m not an idiot- I can see the way you look at me, so why won’t you be with me?”

“Chris,” you sighed as you took his hand in yours. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me, I honestly thought that you were fine with us just being friends.” He didn’t say anything, he just squeezed your hand ever so gently. “That’s why I didn’t say anything- that’s why I brushed you off. I figured you were joking, it’s not because I don’t think you’re worth my time.”

“Do you realize how long I’ve been waiting for you?” He asked with a breathless chuckle. “From the moment we met- I’ve wanted to be with you. I was just so terrified I wasn’t good enough, that you wouldn’t want to be with an actor so- I took it slow, I started out by being your friend. But God,” he started to cry and your heart ached, “it hurt seeing you with other people. It sucked saying I love you when you didn’t know how much,” his hand tightened around yours. “I’ve wasted so much of my life not being your other half and I hate it, Y/N.”

“You are my other half, Chris,” you caressed his face with your other hand and brushed the tears rolling down his cheek. “I love you too. I’m so in-love with you that it’s ridiculous,” you told him and he smiled. “There is no one I’d rather see at the end of the day than you. You are my person, you are all I see when I look towards the future,” you assured him. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I’m sorry-” He pulled you into his arms and kissed you, cutting you off in the best possible way.

“Wow,” you let out a breathless laugh when he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Yeah,” he chuckled softly, rubbing small circles into your sides, “I should’ve done that years ago.”

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Sometimes Being the Villain is Fun

this is inspired by a post between me and @what-even-is-thiss, which you can find here

Summary: Virgil really likes pranks. Like a lot.

Pairings: none

Warnings: some minor controversy on things that are supposed to smell like vanilla, but otherwise nothing

Tag List (let me know if you want to be added/removed): @holdnarrytight @whatin–tarnation @love-sanders-sides @demonickittykat @milk-withtwosugars @lizziepopanime @musicphanpie-b

Virgil was a prankster. He loved to pull pranks on the other sides, most specifically after they did something to irritate or hurt him. Regardless of whether or not it was an accident, they would be sorry.

The first time that Virgil pulled one of these stunts was after Roman broke the anxious side’s headphones. They were the one thing that protected him from the outside horrors of society. Yet, here was Princey, borrowing them (without asking, mind you) and then returning them completely broken. Like, sound won’t even come out of them broken. It was an actual nightmare, and said nightmare would be transferred to Roman.

During one of the fanciful side’s daily adventures, Verge snuck into the creative part of Thomas’ mind. In one hand he had the most disgusting lotion he could find. It was greasy feeling and didn’t even do it’s job well and smelled godawful (faux-vanilla scented anything was already bad, but this was somehow worse). Why Thomas had bought a lotion from Etsy was a mystery, but it was here, so he was going to use it for something at least. In his opposite hand, Virgil was holding a bright red marker.

Now, sitting on Roman’s bed, Virgil was squirting a heavy amount of lotion straight into Roman’s boots. Beside him, he had every single one of Roman’s jackets with various vulgar words inscribed on the front. It felt so evil, but at the same time, so good.

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|| starboy, stargirl || [[smut]]

{summary: “i just want to see you shine, ‘cause i know you are my stargirl.”}

anonymous asked: what is a starboy?

sweet anon, you are going to find out in this fully written imagine [♥] for added effect, listen to the weeknd’s ‘stargirl interlude’.

side note: peter and the reader are 20 years old in this imagine.

warnings: smut

Please don’t repost/plagiarize this story

forever tags: @ghostedwolf


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anonymous asked:

hc that trans peter has days where he doesnt feel like talking, and when he's fighting crime, Karen will say some shitty one-liners that always make him laugh, and confuse the shit out of the Bad Guys (which gives Peter an advantage).

sometimes peter waits by the criminals he’s webbed up until the police arrive, mostly bc he’s trying to heal his relationship with the police and show them he’s a good guy too (probably way gooder than them actually but peter won’t push his luck)

and some days he’s just in shit moods, he’s tired and grouchy whether it be from school or dysphoria or both, and sometimes he just wants to be quiet rather than risk the weight of sound come crashing down on him. it gets overwhelming, all the new sensations firing around in his brain only amplified by his spidey sense. suddenly he understands why fidget toys are so praised, spinning them around in class and at home is one of the few things these days that can just calm him down almost instantly. it’s almost as if it can get his mind to just lull into a hypnosis full of quiet.

but he forgot his spinner at home today, and even if he didn’t he isn’t sure he would want these bank robbers to see him sitting off to the side playing with some toy while they all wait for the cops. he feels like his head is falling into an ocean of black ink.

“peter, your breathing is becoming erratic, you are beginning to hyperventilate,” karen chimes happily. she’s in his suit so he’s the only one who can hear her, but he forgets that and speaks to her loudly as if she’s sat right next to him

“i think i’m going to have a meltdown or a panic attack or something everything feels so loud and bright and –”

“peter, you will be okay,” karen supplies, the same calm and cheery tone. “the authorities are only 2 minutes and 57 seconds away, until then i ask that you focus on my voice. in addition, i shall supply more oxygen to the inside of your suit.”

peter instantly felt a rush of cool air stream over his face, and his mind became slightly clearer. slightly. “okay, karen, just talk to me.” he didn’t notice the webbed up criminals gawking at him wondering if he was crazy, he tried to gather all his haywire thoughts and focus them all on karen. he’s thankful for her, she tries this sort of thing a lot and while she isn’t the best at it he will always appreciate it. over time karen has become almost like an artificial sister or cousin

“knock knock”

peter huffed. “really, karen?”

“knock knock,” karen said more persistently

“who’s there?”


peter groaned, laughing slightly. he didn’t notice that his chest no longer felt as tight. “oh my god. orange who?”

“the orange is the fruit of the citrus species citrus crossed sinensis in the family rutaceae. it is also called sweet orange, to distinguish it from the related citrus crossed aurantium, referred to as bitter orange.”

peter burst out laughing, not really because it was funny but because karen said it all without even a chuckle

“karen you’re so lame, i know you can tell jokes!”

“it is important to have a balanced supply of humor and information on citrus fruits, peter”

peter rolled onto his side on the dirty pavement, chuckling and feeling immensely exhausted – but he felt okay enough to get home

when the cops arrive the criminals don’t put up a fight or even make a fuss, they just climb into the back of the police car muttering “anything is better than being around that kid and his imaginary friend, thank god you got here”


For anon…enjoy!

“Hey Nat,” you called from the couch.
“Hey kid,” she called back as she set her duffle on the counter.

Moments later, Nat walked into the living room with a couple Gatorades. You grinned as she tossed you one. Peter, your boyfriend, turned around to introduce himself only for his mouth to drop open. Nat smirked.

“Got something to say?” she asked.
You chuckled. “Peter, this is my older sister, Nat. Nat, this is Peter.”
“I, um, you’re uh-uh-” he paused to clear his throat. His voice came out a bit higher, “Y-Your sister is the Black Widow?”
You nodded. “You knew my last name was Romanoff,” you added with a smirk, “Not exactly subtle.”
“Ah, don’t give him a hard time, Y/N. He’s a fanboy at heart.”

The two of you started to laugh as Peter just stared at the two of you in shock. It was another few moments before it subsided into a smirk of his own. 

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Unknown Parts (Gaston)- Part One

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Pairing: Gaston x OC

Warnings: None

A/N: I know I say this every single time I write someone new, but he was hard to pin down! I definitely went off the live action version, as I felt he had this vulnerable, sweet side to him that appeared once in a while. IDK. Part two isn’t written yet, but I’ll get there. In the meantime, enjoy


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Part Two

There was a place near the western end of the village where you could see the sunset perfectly. A place where the houses and shops petered off and there was nothing but a deep, green valley with purple, snow capped mountains in the distance. From there, I could watch as the sky turned a miraculous shade of dusty pink and the sun sank lower and lower beneath the horizon. Stars would then slowly emerge to replace its light. I never got tired of watching. Some people would scoff and say, ‘once you’ve seen one sunset, you’ve seen them all’. But that wasn’t true at all. Each one was different. Maybe only subtly so, but still. The colors were never quite the same. Which maybe explained why I was having such a hard time capturing it in paint or chalk.

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It’s Fine By Me

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Characters - Sam x Reader
Summary - Sam comes back to the bunker to reader
Word Count - 583
Warnings - none, for once!
A/N - Prompt: ‘Fine By Me’ by Andy Grammer. This is part of @wildfirewinchester Meg’s Birthday Challenge! This one turned out shorter than I expected, but I think it works best in the short format. Let me know what you think! (I also refuse to apologize for the inordinate amount of sap.)

You aren’t in the least bit surprised when he trudges into the library room, his hair windswept and blood speckled all over his clothes.

Sam had left a few days ago with his brother, headed out to Colorado on some shifter case. He’d called on the way back, telling you all about how the shifter was a skinwalker instead, and how much he missed having you sleeping next to him at night.

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You and Negan have begun connecting on a whole different level and a steamy truck ride after a run satisfies the desires you both have been building. 

Characters: Negan x Female/Reader

Word Count: 2,601

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Inspiration hit me like a damn train with this one. I sort of just slammed it out because I knew I’d lose it if I didn’t get it down right away so it’s not much more than straight smut. I didn’t use a beta for this so I’m super sorry for any mistakes! I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! :) I mixed up a lot of my tag list so I just combined it all into one forever list, so please let me know if you would like off or like to be added! :) Oh! And please let me know what you thought of it, I really love feedback!

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Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

“A good run is like a good woman–satisfying as fuck.”

Negan followed his words up with a metallic slap on the side of one of two supply trucks. The four men surrounding you joined in his hearty laughter. You rolled your eyes, but smiled nonetheless.

Being one of the few women trusted to partake in all types of runs was something you were insanely proud of. You had busted your ass to get where you were, and hoped to someday climb even higher in the ranks, so it wasn’t a huge deal to put up with the testosterone constantly surrounding you in the meantime. Your strength, skill, and cunning character had gotten you your spot among the main run groups and your sharp tongue and dark sense of humor had solidified your place as an equal amongst the men in each group–especially your leader.

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Slightly Irrelevant BMC Discourse We Need To Stop Avoiding

I had my friend aid me in this but here’s a thing I realize we don’t talk about a lot. I just wanted to shine some light on it. Don’t be afraid to discuss this with me please, I’m open to opinions!

Here goes nothing.


Michael Mell is Jeremy’s sidekick/best friend, his “player one”, as he says. He is a POC in the musical, but is white in the book. Michael is also a drug addict, to mainly weed. I’m guessing it’s to help cope with his mental illness (anxiety, social or not, depression (although not clearly stated, I’m guessing it’s there), as well as dependency issues). He really only gets one song that focuses on his character (Michael In The Bathroom: Act 2) that also helps develop his character for the viewers.

I love Michael as a character as much as everyone else, but I feel like some people have replaced Jeremy with him. I understand that he helps represents the POC community and shines light on mental illness in a way, but I also feel some of us have gone too far. In a way, though, it seems a little unusual to solely rely on Michael as a form of comfort. Maybe you can relate to him, but that does mean you should completely ignore everyone else? Not really.

Meanwhile, Jeremy Heere is the main character. He’s your average nerdy, hormonal teenager that has anxiety. His only friend is Michael, and he’s pining after Christine Canigula, a happy-go-lucky girl that has a passion for theatre. In the musical, it says that Jeremy only signs up for the school play just to get closer to Christine. While that is true, the book says Jeremy has past experience in theatre and did it to get to Christine and for the sake of theatre. It may not be clearly stated, but it’s hinted at.

In the musical, he uses his Bar Mitzvah money to buy a SQUIP from the back of a Payless Shoes store that heard from Rich Goranski, a boy who has been SQUIPPED for a while. That would mean Jeremy is obviously Jewish, something we don’t see very often in musicals/books (to what I’ve read/seen). While he has the SQUIP, it regularly tells him he is worthless, should kill himself, etc. as well as physically abuses him in the process (gets electro-shocked when he thinks about masturbation, makes him work out to the point of exhaustion, etc.). It especially happens when he thinks of sex, which is typically normal for teenage boys his age. Jeremy is also very needy and lonely, and doesn’t get attention by his parents as often as he needs, so it would be very clear he does a lot of things on his own, and makes his own decisions. He may seem independent, but in reality Jeremy Heere needs more love than he gets.

Back to the main topic, he’s a very important character. In fact, he’s the main character. “That’s obvious!” you say, but is it really? Let’s get back to Michael. Joe Iconis states that nobody in the musical is straight, so everyone basically shoved as much as they could onto Michael LGBT+ wise. A common one is that he’s gay, which I fully support, but we also forget that in the book Michael had hooked up with a girl at the Halloween party at Jake Dillinger’s house (she isn’t mentioned after that). As much as I appreciate Gay Michael Mell, I also dislike it. A lot of fans of Be More Chill tend to gravitate toward male gay characters and over-exaggerate them. This is very common on Tumblr, a social media site used to share posts and blog.

It, in turn, puts most of the spotlight on Michael, rather than Jeremy, who has much more character development and personality than his best friend. While it is fun to play around with characters and changing them up for your enjoyment, please do not make them overused. I’m very tired of scrolling through posts about Be More Chill and seeing things for Michael. He has become an overused character in the fandom for this musical, and I feel as though we should all take a minute to calm the hell down and evaluate ourselves. When you make a side character the main character, the whole plot changes. People attempting to get into Be More Chill only focus on Michael rather than Jeremy or the others, which is wrong. Stop making an underused character overused.

Little moments in Taylor Swift songs that I appreciate:

•the high note on the “here’s to you” in tell me why
•the note change when she sings “rains when your gone” in the last chorus of forever and always
•the little laugh she does after the bridge in hey stephen
•the entire ending of other side of the door
•"and you call me up again just to break me like a promise" - i don’t even need to explain
•the “i just wanna know you better” before the last chorus in everything has changed
•the little giggle and “that’s so fun” at the end of stay stay stay
•the “i-i-i like it” in treacherous just before the tempo change
•the “noooooooo” in the last chorus of we are never getting back together
•the “yeah-eh-eh-eh-aye-hay” leading into the last chorus of 22
•when she sings “lesson learned” in the bridge of girl at home
•the high notes she hits in the song mine when she sings the last two “mines”
•the entire line “cause for a moment a band of theives and ripped up jeans got to rule the world” in long live
•the “please tell them my name” in long live
•just all of long live tbh
•in the last chorus of speak now whe she says “and they said speak no-ow”
•the two longest notes ever hit in the bridge of dear john
•the long note she hits on the “now” in the last chorus of story of us
•i was gonna pick a moment from enchanted but might as well just appreaciate the whole damn song
•the emphasis she puts on the endings of each verse in haunted; “made your eyes go cold” and “keeps me holding onto nothing”
•the little breaths taken in last kiss
•the note change when she sings “if you just said you’re sorry” in the last chorus of if this was a movie
•the note change in the last chorus of state of grace
•the way she sings “leave a nasty scar” at the end of blank space
•the end of the bridge in bad blood
•the “baaay-beee” just after the bridge in i know places
•the “no-one heard a thing” in clean
•the “ohhhhhh” leading into the last chorus of wonderland
•how the music stops in you are in love at the end of the second verse and it’s just her vocals
•the little “m-mm-MMM” in the second chorus of …ready for it?
•every single “oh” in look what you made me do"
•the note change on the “i tell them where your place is” in i don’t wanna live forever
• the way she sings “i’ve never heard silence quite this loud” in story of us
•when she does the “uh-oh-oh-oh-oowoahoh” in state of grace
•the little rif she does when singing “so I take my time” in ready for it
•the tiny pause she does before she emphasises “everyone you know” in the moment i knew

Catching Some Zs

alrighty, so this is a prompt fromt @taylor-tut, who requested that lance is sick but the team passes it off as stress (while still being sympathetic), only for lance to get worse to the point where he cant even move from the couch. thanks for the prompt, and i hope yall enjoy it!!

The castleship was the quietest it had been in a while. Weeks, probably. Even Keith and Lance stopped their bickering—and what was more surprising was that nobody commented about it.

The team had finally gotten a break from the Galra. Allura had wormholed them so far that it would probably take days before they were found. En plus, the group had no S.O.S. signals, or anything remotely close, and so they were free to rest.

Unfortunately for one of the Paladins, however, rest was not coming easy. This burden was carried upon poor Lance’s shoulders; try as he might, but he could not find sleep. Dusk turned to dawn, and still, the boy was awake. Sleepy, but awake. His head was pounding, his chest felt tight, and he was too hot to sleep with the covers on, but too cold to sleep without them.

And so, there could only be one conclusion: he was sick.

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Not Over You pt. 3

Prompt: “I was getting over you, why did you have to come back?” or it’s been a year since you and Steve broke up. He’s moved on, you haven’t.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,760

Warnings: language

A/N: another part for you all. i’ve made some decisions about where this is all going to go and i’m so excited. also, side note! a few people that asked to be tagged, it wouldn’t let me? i’ll send out messages to those people, letting them know it’s been updated. let me know if i missed tagging you (i have a scatter brain sometimes) or you want to be added to this list.

Tagged: @thorne93 @buckyswinterchildren @generalgoldfishldrm @katexbishopx @marvelfandom-stuff @all-around-geek @cchrriissuuu @lizzyhaverty @soundslikevanilla @itsagentromanoff @rileyloves5 @defendors @nenyakj 

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It felt like ages before anyone said anything. The tension just continued to grow between you two as Natasha was all the sudden M.I.A. You looked around for a quick second, silently cursing her for leaving you alone with him. You definitely weren’t ready for this.

“How have you—“ you started, but were cut off by Steve.

“How have you, uh,” He chuckled awkwardly, looking down and rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes travelled your body, an all too familiar, yet completely foreign sight. “How have you been? You look great.” He swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah, you look great.” He finally made eye contact with you, his blue eyes practically lasers through yours.

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Cuddle Night

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Teens and Up
Summary: There’s no actual plot, Steve is holding Reader and cuddling with her. Pure fluffy fiction with this 6’2” dork.
Word Count: 1.1k
Genre: Fluff!
Warnings: Some light innuendos, but nothing else.

Gif used below isn’t mine, credit to the rightful owner.

On the ground, covered by your favorite fluffy blankets with cushions placed around your bodies, you lied on top of Steve, next to the fireplace as the natural warmth of his figure caressed your skin. You could lie there for hours, your legs intertwined and your finger gently wandering over his sculptured torso as your boyfriend whispered sweet nothings.

Steve could feel your chest expand and contract on top of his, breathing out fresh air that tickled the side of his neck. He tightened his grasp around your waist as he turned slightly and looked out of the window, only to find the night’s welcoming stars beginning to light the ocean behind the cabin. It was the perfect ending to a perfect day.

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Drabble Request from @castiels-ass-butt-1967
Crowley with prompt #89 - “When did you plan on telling me about this?”
Words: 513
Warnings: Suggestive… A little dom!Crowley

A/N: Thank you so much for the request and I hope you like it! ^_^

“Well? What do you think?” you asked Crowley, modelling for him the new tattoo you’d recently had done. While you hadn’t intended to show it to him yet, he’d spotted it all the same and now you found yourself genuinely nervous of what he might say. It was just starting to scab over and you’d wished you could have hidden it a few more days until it had at least healed a little further.

His eyes roamed over you, but he didn’t speak. The silence weighing heavily on you while feeling the path his gaze was taking as it burned across your exposed skin, a blush blooming in it’s wake.

“When did you plan on telling me about this?” he asked without emotion, extending his hand ever so slowly until his fingers touched the design on your skin, tracing over it with a soft, almost delicate, touch. Despite the gentleness, however, there was a very imposing quality to it that had you positively trembling beneath it.

“I…” you started, suddenly aware that any reason you gave would sound somewhat silly and you began to feel a note of panic flicker through you. Your eyes remained averted as you struggled with your thoughts for a coherent answer. Even on a good day Crowley seemed to scramble your better senses, but in a moment of uncertainty, he had you downright flabbergasted.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him raise a curious eyebrow at you, further pressing you for an answer as if his previously limitless patience for you was now running low.

“I just wanted it to heal first before you saw it” you managed finally, keenly aware of how he’d begun moving around you like a predator, making you feel vulnerable and small.

He nodded, shrugging his shoulders slightly as his expression came across as rather unimpressed.

“You don’t like it…” you said quietly, not so much as a question as it was a statement.

“Quite the opposite, darling. I think it’s rather beautiful, particularly on you” he replied in a low and gruff tone, one that suggested he was rather distracted by your exposed skin that his fingers continued to trail over.

When your forehead creased in askance, he chuckled darkly to himself, the sound sending ripples of pleasurable goose bumps racing across your flesh.

“I was more preoccupied with thoughts of how I wanted to leave my own mark on your skin.” His words came out in a throaty and heated breath as he moved to your side, leaning his face in until his lips found the sensitive hollow behind your ear.

Your entire body stiffened at his admission and you inhaled sharply, equally curious and frightened to see exactly how he intended on doing so.

Pressing himself against you, you could already feeling him growing aroused by the thought, which only added to your own terrified arousal.

“Don’t worry, darling. My marks won’t be permanent.”

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