i can't shake you off of me

Aaron’s Paramount Video Masterpost

  1. Runaways (The Killers)
  2. Desert Island Top 5 Break-Ups (High Fidelity)
  3. Somebody to Love (Queen)
  4. Pop Medley
  5. One Song Glory (RENT) 
  6. Creep (Radiohead)
  7. This Is How Do It (Montell Jordan)
  8. Can’t Make You Love Me (Bonnie Raitt) / All I Ask (Adele)
  9. What About Love (Heart)/I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Whitney Houston) ft. Alexa Green
  10. Why God Why (Miss Saigon)
  11. In Your Eyes/ Your Eyes (Peter Gabriel/ RENT)
  12. Castle on a Hill (Ed Sheeran)
  13. We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together (Taylor Swift)
Delectable Lesson | m

Pairing: jimin x reader
Genre: 99.9% smut aka a lot of smut
Warnings: mature content
Word Count: 8K

You revel in the sensation of the soft muscle brushing against yours, one hand curling around the nape of his neck to decrease the very little distance that remains. But the act does nothing to soothe the seething wildfire under your skin, your mind too engrossed in the languid press and release of lips, the occasional nip of your bottom lip, and the torturous flitting touch fueling your high.  

Lips sealing yours in a feverish haze, he continues his enticing service, his lips working to monopolize your every waking moment. And it takes the littlest ounce of effort on his end to have you lost in the motion. There is just something about the way he licks into your mouth that has sparks of pleasure shooting through you, and god is it addicting.

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I was packing up to go home, my shift being over for about an hour ago and I was finally done with all my medical charts and call backs. A receptionist asked me if I could talk to a woman on the phone whose cat I had seen several months prior. Normally I would stay and talk but it was my boyfriend and my 1 year anniversary and I had dinner reservations so I asked if someone else could speak to her. The receptionist came back and said no other doctor was available and the client urgently needed to speak to me, begrudgingly I picked up the phone.

The owner’s cat was acting “unusual” and she didn’t know why. When asked if she was giving the medication she was prescribed at the last visit she told me no. The cat was eating, drinking, urinating, defecating, all normally and had no wounds, bleeding, masses, etc. so I told the owner she could make an appointment and see me first thing in the morning. She became very upset and I said I was very sorry but I was off the clock and had a very important event I was going to be late for so she could either make an appointment or was welcome to go to the emergency hospital tonight if she was that concerned. Upset she hung up and I began to head out.

As I was going out the door my boss motioned for me, the owner had called back upset and was threatening to complain via social media, so I had to see her. The other vets were too busy and this had to be handled. She would be here in 10 minutes. Upset, I made my way back in and waited.

Forty five minutes later the client showed up and said she was told there would be exam fee for her “inconvenience” earlier. I didn’t argue because I wanted to get to my dinner. I did a complete examination and found nothing wrong. The owner could only tell me the cat was “off” but couldn’t explain how. The owner declined lab work, radiographs, a fecal analysis, and everything else I offered. Grasping at straws I offered a Cerenia injection in case the cat was feel nauseated. The owner agreed and I gave the injection and she went up front. I gathered my belongings again and proceeded to leave, now late for my reservation, when the receptionist came back to tell me the client didn’t have her wallet. “Just tell her to call with her credit card tomorrow” I said.

Moments later the receptionist was back, the owner had no credit card. I went up front.

“Ma’am… I understand you are worried about your cat. But you are telling me  you came here without any money and no way of ever paying this bill?”

She began to cry. My phone vibrated and I looked, my boyfriend was texting me to say the restaurant couldn’t hold our place any longer and we had lost our table. I took my wallet out and told the receptionist I would just pay the bill. The owner said thank you and left. I went home and we ordered a pizza.

A few weeks later I got an email informing me someone had left a negative review about me. I looked, it was the owner of the cat. Her review said that I didn’t seem concerned about her cat and that I had been looking at my phone during the appointment.

Sometimes you just have to shake it off and go about your day as best you can.

*shakes fist at @cut-off-the-grain for making me want to draw dumb tender space husbands in which hux has to take a firm CARING hand with kylo who is too mixed up to give a shit about bleeding lacerations*  Get that med kit hux. And yes, hux will have to stitch up those wounds. Because even though this is SPACE FUTURE i demand hux stitching up kylo. 

anonymous asked:

You're post about Minghao being so gorgeous that you get angry hits me at a spiritual level. Like goodness that boy needs to be stopped I can't take much more of it

he went from being the purest bean

to being legit hawt af 

like…how the fuck?

did he do that?

please minghao don’t hurt me anymore 

i’m shaking 

I can’t do this 

If i ever leave this fandom it’s bc of him just so y’all know. fuck this guy. fUCK! HIM!

and tell him to wipe that smug ass grin off his face like he don’t know what he’s doing. great now I’m mad again.

anonymous asked:

I feel like they're together but I can't shake off the bar story. What do you think?

Not sure what you mean by the bar story, but I still feel like they are together, too. There are times when that belief is severely tested, but then there are moments that remind me why I think so in the first place. 

first of all that song is so good, i mean it’s catchy but the lyrics are powerful. it’s too often that we get a catchy tune but it has no feeling. with this one she took pure emotion  and sprayed it on a sheet of paper 

also i don’t get people who still say she’s fake i don’t see how anyone can write something so sad, so angry, so livid when it’s fake, you can feel the hurt in your bones, with just the melody 


Daveed x Reader

Requested by @shamagangster

Prompt: “Please don’t go”

Word Count: 1566

@butlinislin @imaginebeinghamiltrash @daveedish @musicalmoriarty Thank you all for putting up with me and giving me encouragement and input on this. I love you guys.

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The trip back to New York City to visit your parents had gone anything but as planned. Your sister, bless her heart, was always looking out for you and your theater degree. She never let you forget how Broadway has been your dream ever since you were a child, which lead her to convincing you to audition for the role of Meg in Phantom of the Opera on a whim during your stay.

“Come on (Y/N)… you always went on and on when we were kids about being in a broadway musical and now here is your shot! You’re wasting your talent doing bit parts in San Francisco,” she hounded.

“I don’t think that it’s the best idea. I don’t live here anymore and…”

“Who cares!? This was your dream, are you really that willing to give it up? Doesn’t it bother you? At least if you do the audition you won’t have to wonder about the what ifs, besides I’m sure there are plenty of people auditioning so what are the chances right?”

What were the chances indeed, you sister had made a valid point though. It did bother you that you had given up on your Broadway dreams. As it turned out your chances has been quite good because as of yesterday you had gotten the call telling you that the part was your’s. They had given you a few days to think it over because of your living situation before they would let their next pick have the role.

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The Cookie (IwaOi)
  • WARNING: this concept is not mine. It is from a fanfic and I thought it was amazing and had to post it. I do not own it. The inspiration for this post was a fic called: “you better catch it” by laubear, I recommend you read it, it's awesome. The scene is set as follows: there is a cookie between Iwaizumi and Oikawa, they are to pretend they are on a stranded island and the cookie is their only means to survive. This is how they deal with it.
  • Iwaizumi: Eat the cookie.
  • Oikawa *crosses arms and shakes head like the baby he is*: Nuh uh.
  • Iwaizumi: Eat. The. Cookie.
  • Oikawa: You can't make me, Iwa-chan. Unless you want to feed it to me?
  • Iwaizumi *aggressively wrestles Oikawa to the ground and shoves the cookie down his throat, so much so that Oikawa is forced to swallow and eat it*: There.
  • Oikawa *wipes crumbs off face*: I said feed it to me, not choke me with it.


anonymous asked:

Pk, I wasn't originally planning on sharing this story because it felt so special to me, but here we go: my friend and I recently visited Scandinavia and one stop obvs was Oslo. So we're there for 3 days and on our second day we're in this park whose name I just can't recall like I've been trying so hard it's driving me insane, but anyway. We sit down on a bench and I hear someone laugh and I turn my head and like 20m away from us is Henrik, sitting on the grass with friends. (1)

(2) and you can imagine how I felt, I was really baffled and intimidated and unsure what to do next as he was with his friends. So, I just tried to shake it off and me and my friend enjoyed the nice weather that day. But in my head I was obviously still thinking about Henrik fucking Holm sitting literally right beside me and I kind of tried to steal a few glances every now and then and my friend kept telling me that if we approach him carefully he surely wouldn’t mind us chatting with him.

(3) but I didn’t want to so I snapped at her (which I regret now). The , like 30 minutes later, I saw Henrik and his squad get up and they all literally walked our way and he seemed to be in a really good mood so I thought, fuck it, why not. So I got up and when he passed us I was like “excuse me, I hope you don’t mind, but I thought you looked familiar, do you happen to be Henrik Holm” and he like smiled really brightly as us (you know when his eyes do that crinkly thing? They did that)

(4) and he was like “yeah, that’s me, how are you” and so I proceeded to tell him how much I love his work and how talented he is and that his depiction of depression was so realistic and that his entire performance really hit the nail on the head and he was so….sweet and surprised almost? Like he looked really smitten, he was like “thank you, thank you, that’s always so nice to hear” and he obvs has heard it before but it still felt like it meant the world to him to hear it again?

(5) and so we talked a bit, he asked us where we’re from and how long we’re staying and what we’re planning on doing and he said we should come to his mum’s restaurant and we were like yeah maybe we will (we didn’t go there) and his friends were just waiting for us to finish up in the background they were so sweet and then as the conversation came to an end, HE was like “can I give you a hug?” which was very surreal and so we hugged and he like rubbed my back and squeezed my shoulder and stuff 

OH GOSH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU! ❤❤❤ You got to talk to and hug THE sun! And I am in no way surprised how nice Henrik was because he’s a literal sweetheart. I was so happy reading this. I’m sure he gets smitten all the time people give him these compliments which he deserves. All of them! Literally all of them! Thank you!

Taylor Swift has that music that you could either listen to in your room alone and cry and relfect on life or you could jam out to it with your girlfriends while baking cookies and getting ready or you could dance around to it with your boyfriend at midnight and be all cute or you could sing along to it with your family on long car rides and I think that’s why she’s so universal and loved.

Fic: Breathe In

Title: Breathe In

Author: Billowsandbreeze

Rating: T for fluff and angst

Pairing: Jaal Ama Darav x Sierra Ryder

Summary: Emotions are raw. Jaal and Sierra need a moment alone.

Author’s Notes: I really needed to write this scene to address how I felt Jaal and my Ryder would react to that final mission on Meridian. Spoilers for endgame stuff.

Jaal can remain silent no longer. The world dims, narrowing his focus only to her, and he slaps the switch to stop the shower.

Sierra doesn’t even turn. Her palms are flat against the smooth metal, and her shoulders curl in. She knows, must have known when he followed her in here after the mission was done.

“Jaal…” she begins, but he doesn’t let her continue.

His arms rush out, wrapping her in his embrace and pulling her close. The wetness of her skin and hair seeps into his clothes, but he doesn’t care. He needs to touch her, needs to feel her life within his grasp.

Tears well in his eyes as her chest slowly expands—the breath he had prayed and begged for in his panic. “You were…” His voice chokes, and he squeezes her closer. “Dead.”

Images flash—memories of her final gasp, her hands ripping at her hair, before she collapsed to the floor…lifeless. Memories of Liam pushing on her chest, pressing his mouth against hers and giving her his air. Memories of his own body shaking, slamming against the thick metal doors, trying anything to get them free.

His body shakes now too, as he holds her. He has never before considered her anything but strong, a force of nature to behold. And maybe she still is. She is the one doing the comforting, running her hands down his back in soothing and firm strokes. Maybe it is he who has been struck weak.

“I’m okay,” she whispers, nuzzling her head into his shoulder, but he can feel her slight trembling, a gentle reminder that she is not infallible against his skin.

His heart almost stops knowing she could have been so easily lost.

“I know,” he responds, swallowing thickly around his tears. He takes in a shaky breath and pulls back so that he can cup her face in his hands. “I just need a moment to…touch you. Feel you. To assure myself that you are still here.”

He slides his thumb over her brow—across her jaw, down her neck—until his palm rests flat against her chest. There. The steady beat of her heart. He closes his eyes and focuses on its rhythmic thump.


Her fingers lightly curl around his. “We have to go back out there,” she says quietly. “I have to get ready.”

Jaal opens his eyes, and he nods, but she doesn’t move. Her lips part and then close, her jaw clenching as a sweep of emotion enters her eyes. Grief, he realizes, and angry pain.

“He has my brother,” she finally says. The words are whispered and harsh—a slight, frightened crack in the steady calm she projects. Her fingers curl harder around his hand. “I can’t lose him.” Her chest heaves. “I have to go. I can't…”

Jaal cuts her off with a gentle hush and pulls her close. “I know, Darling One. I know.” He kisses her brow. She is shaking fully now, whether in fear or rage, or both, he doesn’t know, but he holds her tighter.

“We will get him back,” he declares firmly, hoping to lend her his own strength to bolster hers. “The Archon will not have him.” His hands smooth up and down her back, stroking her just like she stroked him. “Whatever you need from me, it is yours.”

Her breath is uneven, but deep—a steadying action before she pulls back. “Thank you,” she says with a nod. She smiles then—small, barely creasing her soft cheeks, but it warms him—proof that her inherent light has not entirely dimmed.

“I will prepare,” he says, not wanting to let her go, but doing so all the same.

He turns towards the door, but a gentle touch on his wrist causes him to pause.

“Will you stay with me?” She asks, her eyes searching as she backs into the shower to make room. “At least for a little while?”

Warmth and love flows over him, so fierce it seems to constrict his very being.

“Of course,” he says, his voice rough and hardly more than a murmur. Slowy, he reaches for the clasp of his rofjinn and strips, watching her as she watches him in return—drinking in the sight of her body and her spirit, whole and well before his eyes and so precious to his heart. She turns the water back on, and he steps under its spray, letting the hot streams flow down his back as he pulls her close. “As long as you need.”

Cause I believe Kimberly is scared of making Trini hate her as well
  • Kimberly: (giggling) Oh what you mean like that time you tore open your shirt in gym cause you shoved too many Dodge balls up there.
  • Zack (in the background): Wait what. Please Kim, tell me this story.
  • Trini: (now annoyed) thanks Kim, now he's never gonna let this go, I asked you not to tell anyone. Christ, you can be really annoying sometimes, you know that?
  • Kimberly: (face falling) oh-oh right. I-I'm sorry. I didn't realise how- I'll just go.
  • Kimberly stands up, grabbing her things. Trini notices her bottom lip trembling, Kimberly obviously trying to mask her pain.
  • Trini (suddenly feeling very guilty): shit Kim. I didn't mean it like that. Don't go.
  • Kimberly: no. No it's fine, I'll leave. I'm the one who should be sorry. I promised I wouldn't tell anyone and I broke that trust.
  • Trini (grabbing Kimberly's wrist, speaking softly) Kim. I'm not Amanda, I don't hate you. I was just annoyed, and you didn't betray me. You don't have to go.
  • Kimberly: you don't have to say that cause you feel guilty.
  • Trini (pulling Kimberly down next to her, Zack noticing this and leaving, giving the duo some privacy): I'm not. I say things I don't mean when I get annoyed or angry. I wasn't angry at you, I was annoyed cause I knew Zack would use it against me in some way. I didn't mean to make you think I hated you.
  • Kimberly (struggling to keep the tears from falling): it's just... After what I did to Amanda. I'm so scared everyone's going to hate me and leave when you all realise how much of a bitch I am. I'm scared you're going to leave me and I-I... I can't lose you too.
  • Trini (quickly pulling Kimberly into a tight hug, the Pink Ranger's body shaking as she sobbed into the Yellow Ranger's shirt): we're never leaving you Kim. I'm never leaving you. You're stuck with me.
  • Kimberly: you say that like it's a bad thing.
  • Trini: to most people it is.
  • Kimberly (she murmured, leaning slowly up to the Yellow Ranger): I'm not most people.
  • Trini (her voice breathy): Kim. W-what- what are you doing?
  • Kimberly: something I've wanted to do since we jumped off the cliff.
  • Trini: you mean when you dragged me down with you.
  • Kimberly (giggling slightly): eh. Tomato tomato.
  • Before Trini could retort with a sarcastic comment, Kimberly softly pressed her lips to Trini's. The shorter girl tasting the soft tears on Kimberly's lips.
  • Trini (after pulling away, causing Kimberly to whine): I take back what I said earlier. You are definitely not annoying.
  • Kimberly: if that's what you think after I kissed you, maybe I should do it a bit more.
  • Trini: maybe you should.
  • Before they could though, they heard Zack cheering in the background.
  • Trini (seething): I swear, if he watched all of that, I'll use him as my personal piñata.
  • Kimberly: have fun.
  • She watched as the shorter Ranger chased Zack, hearing his screams as he ran out of the room, Kimberly wiped away her tears, all previous fears leaving as she gently touched her lips.
  • Kimberly (whispering to herself): yeah I'm definitely fucking bi. Without a doubt.
  • You Belong With Me Taylor: You guys!
  • Zombie Taylor: Stop making that surprise face it's SO annoying
  • Shake It Off Taylor: Yeah you can't possibly be that surprised all the time
  • LYWMMD Taylor: what's with that bitch?
  • Zombie Taylor: don't call me that
  • Fearless Taylor: *southern accent* y'all?!
  • WANEGBT Taylor: Oh stop acting like you're all nice, you are so fake
  • Fearless Taylor: *cries*
  • Motorbike Taylor: Oh, there she goes, playing the victim ... again!
  • Snake Taylor: hiss
  • Pure Met Gala Taylor: What are you doing?
  • Extra celeb Taylor: Getting receipts! gotta edit this later
  • 2009 VMAs Taylor: Hm, I would very much like to be excluded from this narrative
can't shake what you've done no matter how far you outrun it

pairing: thomas jefferson x reader

warnings: cheating

the title is a clipping. lyric from ‘baby don’t sleep’

I clutched the papers in my hand, looking down at them again. I heard the door open and I turned to see my husband enter the house before taking his coat off and hanging it up. He glanced at me, smiling. He did a double take once he saw my expression and he quickly made his way over to me, reaching out to grab my arm. I stepped away from him quickly and he looked at me, confused. He looked down and upon seeing the fact that I was holding pieces of paper, his gaze darted from the papers to me.

“Who sent you a letter?”


“Did he send you a sequel to the Reynolds Pamphlet? If so, I would love to read it.” He joked, trying to cover up the nervous tone in his voice.

“Funnily enough, yes. But it’s not titled anything because neither him nor Lafayette know how many women you’ve slept with in France and that wouldn’t make a good title, would it?” I asked him and he looked shocked.

“So ruining his own marriage wasn’t good enough for Alexander, he had to ruin mine as well.” He frowned and I rolled my eyes.

“No, that was you Thomas. You ruined our marriage, not him.” I corrected him and he tried to reach out for my arm again. “Don’t try to make this right because you can’t Thomas.”


“Stop. I trusted you. I trusted that you could control yourself while you were off hiding in France for several years. And you broke it.”

“Your trust?”

“That and our relationship. You killed our relationship when I was across the ocean when I thought that you loved me and that it was only me. I trusted you and now god knows how many other people you’ve slept with.”

“I can explain.”

“No you can’t, you coward! Why can’t you just admit that you did it?
"I did! Is that what you wanted to hear? That I knowingly cheated on you and went behind your back for years? Or that I felt awful after every time but I still didn’t say no the next time? What do you want to hear that can possibly fix what I did?” He asked and I approached him, leaning in close to his face.

“I hope that you burn.”

LWYMMD Video Ending Transcript
  • You Belong With Me Taylor: *surprised* You Guys!
  • Out of the Woods Zombie Taylor: Stop making that surprised face, it's so annoying.
  • Shake it Off Taylor: Yeah, you can't possibly be that surprised all the time.
  • Snake Taylor: *Hiss*
  • Taylor in all black: What's with that bitch?
  • Out of the Woods Zombie Taylor: Don't call me that!
  • Fearless Taylor: Y'all!
  • We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together Taylor: Oh stop acting like you're all nice. You are so fake.
  • Fearless Taylor: *Cries*
  • All Leather with spikes Taylor: Oh there she goes, playing the victim again.
  • Snake Taylor: *Hiss*
  • Met Gala Taylor: What are you doing?
  • Rich, gossipy Taylor: Getting receipts! Gonna edit this later.
  • MTV VMAs 2009 Taylor: Uh, I would very much like to be excluded from this narrative.
  • All Taylors: SHUT UP!
  • Molly: *tugging her collar* It's boiling in here...
  • Sherlock: *grits teeth; fiddling with the lock* It's the boiler room, Molly. And we're locked in.
  • Molly: *desperate* I can't breathe. Isn't there a key?
  • Sherlock: *irritated* If there was, do you think I'd be down here with your hairpin trying to unlock the door?
  • Molly: *irritated sigh* Sod it... *removes jumper and undoes the first few buttons of her shirt* What's Anderson's problem, anyway. Why did he lock us in here?
  • Sherlock: *still fiddling with the door* I have a theory.
  • Molly: *raises eyebrow* Which is?
  • Sherlock: *glances quickly at Molly, taking note of her appearance*
  • Sherlock: Well, in the romance-novel-fed mind of Philip Anderson, when you lock two people in a boiling hot room something is bound to happen. Pre-existing attraction does help, of course.
  • Molly: *smiles; leans against the wall fanning herself* Well, we're alright then, aren't we?
  • Sherlock: *chuckles; stands up and approaches Molly* Molly, what does it say when an expert at lock picking can't open a simple door with a hairpin? *stroking her cheek*
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *swallows* That he's not really trying.
  • Sherlock: No, he's not... *leans down; smirks* Oh, the lengths Anderson is willing to go to get us into bed.
  • Molly: Mmmm... *blinks* Wait, if you knew, why did you let it happen?
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: Well, I-
  • Molly: *smirks* Boiler room, hot, too hot to wear a jumper... *mock gasp* Mr. Holmes!
  • Sherlock: *shakes head* You didn't disappoint *kisses Molly gently*