i am the least cool

watched p&p with a group of friends who had never seen it before and i honestly had to hide my crazy a little bit because i just wanted to shout out random facts like “look it begins and ends with a sunrise” or  “pay close attention to the evolution of darcy’s outfits and how they correlate to his feelings for elizabeth” and literally quote the movie verbatim but you know, i had to play it cool

A thought: Modern flinthamilton AU in which Alfred is still a homophobic douchebag but they went ‘fuck you’ and got married anyway.

I call this “Thomas I don’t think your husband is listening to a single word you say…… he’s… distracted”


Are You Happy? photoshoot; requested by @sougoii


human nature || yokohama, ‘87

Universe Falls Preview

God damn fucking finally all this Stonemason stuff has been distracting the hell outta me but I am trying to get work on this chapter done! And so here’s a bit of original stuff I got so far, what with Lapis hanging out with the twins and her interacting with Stan, you know, fun stuff before the drama in this chapter ensues. So with that outta the way, let’s get started!

“And this is the time we fell into the Bottomless Pit,” Mabel grinned as she recounted past summer adventures to Lapis while showing off her scrapbook. The blue Gem listened, somewhat amused by the colorful photos (and allayed as she remembered that they weren’t the same thing as mirrors) while Dipper sat on the couch next to her, somewhat bored as his sister continued rattling off their prior escapades. “Oh, and this is from when we tried to build a spaceship! And this is-”

“Mabel, do we really have to do this?” Dipper finally spoke up, exasperated. “Lapis already knows about all this; I told her about most of what happened this summer when I showed her the journal a few days ago, so she probably doesn’t want to hear it all over again.”

“Actually, Dipper, its ok,” Lapis assured with a small smile, glad for any distraction that took her mind off of what she knew was coming. “I really don’t mind hearing about all of the crazy stuff you guys have done again. Besides, Mabel’s take on all of it is… pretty unique.”

Mabel flashed her brother a somewhat smug, triumphant smile at this. “Well, at least somebody appreciates creative storytelling,” she remarked, satisfied as she looked back to her scrapbook. “Now where were we…?”

“Uh, actually, before we got back to… that…“ Dipper frowned as he nodded to the scrapbook before looking to Lapis. "Can I ask you something?”

“O-of course,” the blue Gem nodded as she turned to him as Mabel let out an aggravated sigh over the interruption of her scrapbook session. “What is it?”

“Well, I was just wondering…” Dipper began, glancing away somewhat apprehensively. “After all this stuff with Peridot coming here to Earth is all said and done… what are you planning on doing next?”

Lapis let out a long sigh upon hearing this, especially since she knew that Dipper would likely pose this question to her but she had hoped that he wouldn’t all the same. “Dipper, I already told you what I plan on doing…” She said quietly, averting his gaze all the while.

“So… you’re still planning on leaving Earth?” Dipper asked, not even needing her to elaborate as he remembered their conversation on the clifftop just the other night. “Even after everything that’s happened and everything that’s about to happen? But… I thought… haven’t you…”

“Wait, Lapis, you’re not gonna stay here?” Mabel spoke up as Dipper trailed off, suddenly distraught. “But you only just got back! And we’re all having such a great time hanging out with you. Why would you wanna leave so soon?”

“It’s… complicated…” Lapis sighed again, folding her hands in her lap. She was silent for a moment or two, her gaze fixated downward until she happened to glance over at Dipper once more, easily noticing the look of worry and disappointment on his face. Which of course, were two things the blue Gem couldn’t stand seeing there. “Dipper… I-”

“Kids!” Before Lapis could even get another word out, Stan’s loud, gruff call rang out from the gift shop, with the conman himself arriving in the den just a moment later. The twins hadn’t really seen their great uncle since yesterday, so they had just assumed he was feeling under the weather, but given his current usual surliness, they were quick to realize their theory was more than likely wrong. “I thought I told you both to clean the gift shop, but it’s still just as messy as it was the other day when that day care came here for a field trip! What have you two runts been doing all day?!” The twins paused at this, only having a moment to exchange a brief glance before the conman finally noticed they weren’t the only ones in the room. “And who’s Princess Bluebird over there?”

“Oh! Grunkle Stan, this is… Lapis?” Mabel’s excitement faded into a confused frown as Lapis suddenly stood, her eyes wide as she stared at Stan with nothing short of absolute awe.

“Uh… Lapis?” Dipper asked, just as disconcerted as the blue Gem slowly walked over to the conman, who only crossed his arms as she approached him, her mouth hanging agape in disbelief.

“Uh, you got a problem with me or something, frills?” Stan asked, raising a caustic eyebrow as he glowered down at her. “Cause if you do, then I got a problem with weird blue women loafing around on my couch with my niece and nephew.”

“I… I can’t believe it…” Lapis breathed, her voice barely even a whisper as she refused to take her eyes off the conman. “It… it’s you!”


“It’s you!” Lapis repeated, a huge smile of relief spreading across her face. “I… H-how did you even get here?! I thought… y-you were… The last time I saw you, you were… they… they were-”

“Uh, you must have me confused with someone else, frills,” Stan remarked, somewhat unnerved by her frantic manner. “I think I would remember meeting a freaky blue broad like you.”

“Wha—you… you don’t remember me?” Lapis asked, bewilderment and alarm washing over her expression. “But… but we were…” The blue Gem trailed off, clearly distraught, but as her gaze wandered towards the conman’s hands, her dejection turning into confusion as she noticed something was off. “W-who… who are you?” she whispered, taking a distrustful step away from Stan. The conman flinched as he noticed her look to his hands, gaining a slight suspicion about who she had mistook him for, but he refused to make that known, especially to the twins as they came to stand beside her.

“Um, Lapis?” Dipper spoke up, rather concerned for the blue Gem after such an odd exchange. “This… is our Great Uncle Stan.”

“O-oh…” Lapis frowned, looking between Stan’s hands and his face once more as her shoulders sagged in clear disappointment. “Right…”

“And Grunkle Stan, this is Lapis!” Mabel chimed brightly. “She’s the Gem who stole the waterfall a few weeks ago, in case you don’t remember her.”

“Oh great, just what we need around here,” Stan deadpanned, rolling his eyes. “Another Gem. Listen, frills,” he began just as dryly as he looked to Lapis. “I don’t care if you are the psychopath who stole the waterfall and nearly put me out of business, as long as you stay outta my way, then you and me won’t have any issues, you got it?”

“Um… ok?” Lapis shrugged, not entire sure what he meant by all that.

“And as for you two,” Stan said to the twins as he prepared to take his leave. “Could you maybe go one day without bringing some weird Gem thing or supernatural creature home for a change? Please and thank you.”

Without sparing another word, the conman turned and headed off to his office as Mabel called out after him. “Just for the record, Dipper was the one who brought Lapis home, so if you’re gonna yell at anyone, yell at him!”

queenpotatothegreat  asked:

Fun Fact: I have talked about you as the cool Star Wars person that made a whole language and culture at two different parties. (atardisfromgallifrey and confused-bird can confirm)

I’m afraid you’re deeply mistaken, friend: I am in fact the least cool person imaginable. So uncool that I could not even tell you the last time I went to a party.

Also? Some people on here need to stop acting like they know shit about me or my feminism because I post about liking traditionally feminine things. Those things are my preferences for my life and my appearance. I don’t think that girls/women need to embrace traditionally feminine things (I talk on here and on other blogs about how great all types of girls/women are. Make ya own choices, it’s your life!) But I, personally think a lot of “girly” stuff is cool and am happy that I’m over (at least most of) my internalized misogyny that made me hate those things growing up, and as a result made me look down on the girls/women who enjoyed them.

My feminism is letting every girl and woman wear what they want to wear and do what they want to do as long as they aren’t hurting anyone. My feminism is NOT treating other girls/women on the internet like they’re stupid for what they wear and enjoy.
And it’s a lot more, too, for the record, but that’s for another time.

TL;DR if you really want to make someone else’s business yours, make an effort to understand where they’re coming from instead of jumping to conclusions.

Friendly Fire (epilogue)

pt onept twopt threept fourpt fivept sixpt seven • pt eight

Bucky x Reader

Summary: You were tired and your hair was a mess. All you were doing was putting your hair up, but the hair tie had other plans. Now you’re in this little prank war with Bucky. Who will win, who will lose?

Words: 461

Warnings: None?

Notes: sorry i havent posted in awhile! ever since i came back from vacation, ive had writers block and on top of that, i was sleeping at night?? but now im back to my (terrible) sleep schedule hah. sorry if this little epilogue isnt amazing; its 4:04 am and still have a bit of writers block. anyways, this is hinting at a future one shot heheh any guesses? :p hope you enjoy! ~

It’s been weeks since you called a truce with Bucky, and from that point on, things have calmed down. You snapped back into your routine, with the addition of brief moments with Buck here and there. The both of you were constantly out and about on different missions, making hard to spend time together.

At first it sucked, but with time, you learned to really savour and enjoy those quick but passionate kisses in the hallway. He would catch you heading out on a mission; swiftly grabbing your wrist, pulling you to the side and completely wrapping his arms around you, making sure his lips match yours perfectly.

“Pleeeeaaase, Wanda?”

“Y/N, no way.”

“Come on, he deserves it though! You know that Bucky and I don’t get much time to ourselves…”

You were leaving for a mission with Sam, Clint, and Nat. As you buckled up in the passenger seat, you saw Bucky burst through the door and run over to your window. He signaled you to roll the window down, only to cup your face and give you a last minute kiss.
All of a sudden, your momentum shifts back into the seat and you watch as Bucky nearly stumbles face first to the ground. Sam had put the car in reverse and hit the gas, breaking the kiss for you and Bucky.

After a few more minutes of pouting and begging, Wanda sighed, shaking her head with a soft smile upon her face.

“Fine. How do you even know he’s going to.. Uh… Do it?” she asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.

“Trust me, Bucky said he does his business every morning after breakfast” you replied.

The both of you were sitting on the couch, while the rest of the team was finishing off breakfast. Bucky moved from the table to sit next to you, glancing up at Wilson, ever so often. A few minutes passed by, and Sam got up and started heading to the bathroom.

“Just as planned” you mumbled in Wanda’s direction, “Do your magic, Wand.”

With that, Wanda quickly followed behind Sam, and motioned her fingers in a short motion upwards, once he closed the door. Immediately after, a loud yell came from inside the bathroom along with a string of curse words.

Wanda looked back at you, with a huge grin exposing her teeth. You and Bucky couldn’t hold it in anymore; the both of you bursted into laughter, and high fived in victory. Steve, Vision, Tony, Natasha, and Clint all looked at you three confused, only to revert their gaze up to the bathroom door.

Out stepped Sam, with a towel wrapped around his waist and clearly soaked bottoms.

“Okay, I know for a fact that toilet seat wasn’t up when I sat down”


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