i could stare at this scene forever

William Nylander - The Publicity Stunt Part Four

Originally posted by marntthews

This is my favorite part so far!

Word Count: 1712

Warnings: Drinking/Cursing

Prequel / Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six  / Part Seven  / Part Eight/ Part Nine

I was currently four wine glasses deep sitting in one of the fanciest restaurants I’ve ever been to. When I first arrived I thought I was underdressed however, that concern, along with every other worry I had, was slowly fading away with each sip. Not that the date wasn’t going bad. In fact, I hate to admit it, but I was enjoying it.

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Back to the Past (Hamilton x Reader) 8

Words: 1500+

Warnings: Death, mourning

A/N: no words to say friends, have fun reading!

Part1 Part2 Part3 Part4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 9


Hamilton covered the wound on your back, trying to stop the blood from flowing. He was in shock, the tears stuck in his eyes. He shook you once, but you were long gone, a calming smile on your face. He placed his hands over your eyes, closing the lids.

He did not know what to do. He lost too many people in his life, he was unable to imagine you being gone. You just told him that you loved him, you two just began seeking out a different relationship besides the hateful one from before.

He loved you more than anything, and here you were, eyes empty of emotion. Your smile, your laugh, your jokes, all of it was gone.

You were gone.

“Y/N, please Y/N. Don’t do this, I can help you. I can bring you to the medical tent, I can-“ He heard another shot, and he ducked, covering your body. He turned, seeing the man that he let run free not too long ago. Without hesitation, he stood, turning his pistol towards the man. “You killed her, you killed Y/N, and you deserve death.” He shot the man, the bullet landing between his eyes. The man eyes widened in shock, dropping his weapon, and falling in a crumble.

Hamilton turned back to you, seeing the blood leak onto the grass. He was shaking, and pulled you into his arms, rocking you back and forth. “Y/N, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. I did this to you, I made this happen, I’m so sorry. Please, just come back to me. Please.” He gasped through shaking breaths, kissing your forehead.

He heard running towards him, but at this moment, he didn’t care. He knew that he deserved death, since he made the love of his life experience it. The man stopped running, looking down at Hamilton holding you in his arms.


“No.” Mulligan whispered, his eyes widening.

He looked down at your blood-stained clothes, seeing the bullet that penetrated your back. You were losing the color in your skin, and all Hamilton was doing was rocking your back and forth, not even willing to move from his spot. Mulligan dropped onto his knees, tears already falling out. Hamilton looked at Mulligan, shaking his head slowly.

Why did this happen? Why was he seeing your body lying there, empty of any sort of life force? And why could he only feel anger rising up in his veins?

This was Hamilton’s fault. He did not take care of you like he was supposed to. He let you stay behind, alone, and this happen. Mulligan then thought to himself, his heart dropping.

He was not there to protect you.

“What did you do, Hamilton? What did you do?” Mulligan whispered. Hamilton was unable to form words, holding your head up on his arm. He kissed your forehead. Mulligan was never the one to deal with death by mourning, so he felt a wave of rage spark in him. He got off his knees, and walked over to Hamilton. Hamilton placed you on the ground, seeing that his friend was angry. He covered you with his jacket, protecting your virtue even after death.

“Herc, it’s my fault, if I just killed the red-coat, she would have been alive-“ Mulligan didn’t listen to his words, but pulled his arm back and punched Hamilton square in the jaw, causing the shorter man to fall back onto the ground. Hamilton didn’t block him, letting his body fall. He was too weak to even fight back, letting the stronger man punch him over and over again.

There were two pairs of boots running towards them, but Mulligan continued to punch his friend in the face, calling him every name in the book. Arms were wrapped around him, pulling him from Hamilton. Mulligan turned and looked to see Lafayette standing behind him.


Mon ami, stop. What is going on?” Lafayette asked, looking at the Irishman. Mulligan pulled himself from Lafayette, walking over to a body on the ground. Lafayette walked over to Hamilton, making sure he was okay. Hamilton was covered in blood, bruised forming on his face and it looked like his nose was broken. Lafayette tried to pick Hamilton up, but he noticed that he was crying, shaking.

“I have made a big error, Laf. I did not mean for this to happen.” He cried, holding his face in his hands.

“Alexander, what is going on?” Hamilton said nothing, just looking over at the body that Mulligan was next to. Lafayette walked over, and froze, unwilling to realize who was laying there in front of him.

It was you. You were motionless. Lafayette quickly went to check your pulse, but it was gone, not one measure of heartbeat felt under his fingers. He touched Mulligan’s shoulder, and Mulligan was crying. He had never seen Mulligan cry, and he began to as well.

Although the two of you were not close, you were still his friend. He still would have given the world to you, because you were special to him. You listened to him speak to you in French, although you could understand the bare minimum of what he told you. You helped him speak proper English, and even told him some slang words from your time. You helped him become a better man, and he will forever be indebted to you.

But as he stared at your pale corpse, he did not think he could handle your presence being gone from this world.


He was the last to the scene. He walked around Hamilton’s tent, finding his three friends shaking and crying. He was more confused than the rest, so he made a joke, not knowing what was actually going on.

“Lads, it’s okay, the redcoats are gone, no need to cry. Man up!” He yelled, holding a carton of beer in his hand. “Oh, I checked our tent, but I could not find Y/N, do you know where she might be?”

“Laurens, please, now is not the time to make jokes.” Lafayette said, turning to his freckled-face friend. Laurens laughed, walking over.

“We won, Laf, what do you mea-“ He dropped the carton out of his hand, seeing the body that was hidden from him before. You were indeed covered, so he was not able to see your face. But the looks on his friends faces already told him who was under the jacket. “No, no this cannot be true. Y/N cannot be dead, she can’t. We were going to write letters together, she was going to show me so many things, she promised me. No, this cannot be true. No, no…”

Laurens continued to ramble on, causing Alexander to get off the ground, and push his friend. “Laurens, shut up. She’s gone, and she’s not coming back. Please, just, shut up.” Hamilton was shaking, holding his friends jacket tightly.

“But why, Hamilton. Why? She was supposed to go home, she was supposed to go back to her old life. What about her parents, what about her friends? They’ll never know what happened, they’ll never know…” Hamilton pulled Laurens into his arms, and they both sobbed into each other’s shoulder.


Erin watched the seen from a spot on a tree. She never saw you killed in one of these lifetimes, so it was a new surprise. She could not help but feel some guilt in her heart. She was the one that started this whole loop, her being a very jealous young woman at the time. It makes it even worse that now that you were gone, she would disappear soon as well.

“Nice one, Y/N. You couldn’t even break the curse.”

She jumped down from the tree, sighing.

“Another lifetime, I suppose.” She said, clicking her fingers once.


The four friends mourned over the loss of Y/N, their lives changed more than they realized. Laurens later left his friends behind, fighting for his first black battalion. Unfortunately, he was distracted during one of his fights, killed before he could achieve what he wanted.

Lafayette was already married, so he went back to France. The determination that he had was due to your inspiring words that motivated him to help France during the revolution. Although the colonies refused to help, he felt like it was the best choice. And he feels like you would have felt the same.

Mulligan was never able to move on from the loss of Y/N, and he grew old, living alone. He hoped with all his faith that he could see Y/N again, since they were not able to break the loop.

Hamilton could cope far better than the rest, in fact. He knew that you and him were going to be together in another lifetime, so he looked forward to that moment. He later married a woman name Elizabeth Schuyler, the one that he remembered he danced with at the ball the five of you went to. He had many kids, and by the end of his life, as he was dueling with Burr, the last thought on his mind was you. “I’ll see you on the other side,” he whispered, lifting his pistol to the sky.

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I know mulligan was married at the time, and laurens, but i kinda X’d that out to make it sadder lol

Dawning - fic

Characters: Clark Kent, Jon Kent, Lois Lane, mentions of Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, bits of some Leaguers
Pairing: Jondami
Summary: The dawning of legacies. Of knowledge, and fear. Of something Clark didn’t quite see coming, and he probably should have.
A/N: I wanted to write crap about Aquaman so bad this week that I wrote about Jon and Damian instead, go fucking figure. Damian and Jon are at least 16 here, and Clark is 107% right in how Damian’s going to react to Jon when he’s better. Jon spends 167% of his time worrying about Damian. Apparently I really enjoy writing about kiddos angsting on a Kent barn roof. (Bruce is also a grumpy old man when he finds out, and Clark’s never laughed harder in his life.) (Damian and Jon are also together forever, obviously.)


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not too long ago i had two boyfriends with the same name- like, same first middle and last name, kind of looked like each other and yeah admittedly dated both at the same time. so i was going out to dinner at applebee’s with one of them– then the other one shows up, and i panic because he immediately sees me and the other dude. so theyre like staring each other down and im sat here like “please god tell me this isnt happening, how am i going to get out of this, how do i explain myself, most importantly please dont start a huge scene or fight”- before i knew it they both approached each other and metamorphosed into one single slightly taller version of their previous selves, which was worse than anything i could have ever imagined happening. so everyones staring at us and the fucking restaurant is totally silent and the guy just goes ahead and sits back down across from me like nothing happened and im sitting there bawling my eyes out because now i have one big boyfriend instead of two small boyfriends and i might get kicked out of applebees forever- but the manager comes out and consoles me, re assures me that he won’t kick me out and even throws some 5$ off your next meal coupons in. moral of the story is applebee’s is a good place to have dinner

My First Kiss at the Public Execution - 3

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 6 - PART 7 - PART 8 - PART 9 - PART 10 -  PART 11

a/n: aww yeeeee!! i hope you enjoy this! @beautifulramblingbrains @frecklefaceb@jaijacked@anditcametopass@dauntlessmetalmom@pathybo@mimigemrose@ag-delights@abfoster1s

Warning: just like heavy petting in this but still, NSFW

Eric X OFC // Divergent Trilogy

word count: 4,711

scars will heal
you shrug it off
except you don’t

The next morning as I walked into Eric’s office I kept my eyes closely trained on the toes of my boots. I didn’t lift my head until he read my assignment.

“Mott go rest, you’ve got night shift on the fence tonight starting at twenty-one-hundred hours,” he barked, shuffling his papers, “You will be shadowing Rachel Dios. You will be at the fence by nine o'clock to report to her and I will know if you are not there on time.” I nodded curtly in response, showing I understood before he dismissed each of use. When I returned to my dorm I tried to rest but found myself too excited about going out to the edge of the city. I hadn’t been to the fence since initiation but I’d loved standing there taking in the scenery.

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What are the odds?

A cute Dean x Reader oneshot which is slightly long and I hope you don´t mind. 

Request:  Could you do one with Dean where you were a hunter and you and Dean were in love, like the love of his life but one day you left and about a year later he runs into you (idk how, you can choose the situation!) and he sees that you’re holding an adorable baby girl and he meets his daughter for the first time

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: none

Length: 2415 Words

Originally posted by heytheredeann


Dean had never thought he´d ever see you again.
Ever since you bailed on him a little over a year ago, he thought that that was it, that you were done with being with someone like him, that you had enough of worrying about him whenever he was on a hunt and that you decided to rip that band aid off quickly by leaving in the middle of the night.
And even though he was heartbroken at first, after all he had loved you, he understood.
You weren´t a hunter, never would be, and he got that you wanted out of that dangerous downward spiral called his life.
But when he noticed you in that supermarket in Florida, he just couldn´t help himself.
He had to go over and talk to you, had to make sure you were doing ok, had to make sure that it had been the right decision for you to leave him after all.
You were just trying to reach for something on top of the shelf, and he went in, picking the thing from up above.
You still had your back towards him and already started talking: “Thank´s, it really is a curse to be that small sometimes, I…”
That was the moment you turned around and your eyes, your beautiful eyes he remembered so well, grew wide: “Dean?”
He just smiled: “Hey there, long time no see.”
You were obviously pretty overwhelmed with the situation, clutching the bag of cereal he had just gotten you from the top of the shelf:
“Dean, what are you doing here? Wait, I don´t wanna know.”
Right then it came to him that he hadn´t thought that trough, what was he supposed to say now?
Finally he went for: “I just wanted to make sure you were okay, you know.”
You nodded eagerly: “Yeah, right. I´m fine. I hope you are too.”
It was a very forced conversation and he noticed that you were more than willing to get away from him, which hurt him a little bit.
And just when he was about to just say goodbye and accept that whatever the two of you had back in the days was gone for good, the baby in the cart a few feet away from you started crying.
Both of your heads snapped towards it and Dean estimated that the baby had to be about four months old.
There was no one else in the row and he wondered who would leave an infant child alone like that, when you walked over there, taking it out of it´s seat and placed it on your hip:
“Shh Shila, we´re going home soon, I promise.”
You weren´t paying him attention at all and for a second he just stared at the scene, bewildered by the strange sight of seeing you hold a baby.
And then he did the math.
He swallowed dryly and ran a hand trough his hair, searching for the right words.
He had been trough this once before, years ago when he had met his ex-lover Lisa and seen her eight year old son.
Back then it hadn´t been his and he had been glad.
But right now this only could mean two things: Either you had cheated on him a year ago, which would then also be the reason you had left, or, and he wasn´t even able to think about this possibility, this was his baby.
“Uhm (Y/N)?”, he made and it was the first time you looked at him again, your eyes wide.
The baby had stopped crying, seemingly already sound asleep in his mothers arms.
“I have to go”, you said quickly and made an attempt to leave but he caught your wrist:
“What the hell (Y/N)?”, he asked and looked meaningful at little Shila.
You gave him a look that was a mixture of desperation and exasperation: “Let me go or I scream”, you said matter of factly and he knew that you meant it.
In order not to cause a scene, he let go of you reluctantly but still stared at you.
You could have left then, could have just let him stand there, forever wondering if you were holding his child or if you had betrayed him, but you didn´t, which showed him that maybe it wasn´t all gone.
Instead you rolled your eyes: “Alright fine, I don´t want to discuss that now. If you want to talk, come to my apartment.”
You reached into your pocket, go a pen and took his hand to write your address on the inside of his hand.
Then you let it go as if touching him for too long would burn you: “I get off work at ten pm so you can come by at eleven.”
And without waiting for him to answer, you left, leaving all your groceries behind, obviously too eager to get away from him.

When he approached the small white house that fitted the address you had written down for him, he was still halfway sure that you had given him a fake one.
That when he walked up to the door, he would find an elder couple that would tell him that they know no (Y/N).
But when he climbed up the stairs of the porch and reached the front door, there was a plate that said “(Y/L/N)”.
His heart was beating a little faster then usual and he cursed himself for being nervous.
This was you after all, the girl he had dated for over two years.
And yet, today in the supermarket, it had been as if the two of you were strangers, acquaintances who knew each other a long time ago and now didn´t know what to talk about.
He sighed and brought himself to ring the door bell.
For a second, nothing happened, but then a light went on in the room behind the door and after another ten seconds, you pulled open the door.
You were wearing tight blue jeans and a cute, red sweater.
He always liked red on you best because it somehow fitted you so well. He would have told you, but it just didn´t seem right.
“Hi”, he just said and did a little wave with his hand.
You stepped aside to let him in: “Hi, I just got off work and the babysitter only left seconds ago, so it´s a little messy and I haven´t prepared anything.”
He stepped in and very well noticed that you seemed on edge.
You took the lead and he followed you into a small but nice kitchen that had a round table with three chairs and a marble kitchen aisle.
“Sit down, I´ll get you a glass of water if you like”, you said and didn´t wait for an answer before turning around and reaching for a glass and a bottle of water.

If Dean turned his head, he could see into a living room with a blue sofa and there were lots of toys laying on the ground.
The baby was nowhere to be seen tough, most likely sound asleep somewhere.
You placed the glass in front of him and he took it, glad to at least have something to put his hands around:
“This is a real nice house, where did you get it?”
It was a weak attempt of small talk, but he took what he could get.
You just shrugged: “It used to belong to my grandma, but she died a few years ago and since my parents are gone too, I was the only heir.”
You had never told him about that and for a second he thought about what it would be like to life a normal life in this beautiful house with you and probably kids.
And then there was this question again, the question why he came here in the first place.
“So…”, he said, his voice trailing off nervously, “about what I saw in the supermarket today…”
He couldn´t say it, at least not really, which was ridiculous because he was Dean Winchester, he always found the right words.
But usually he knew exactly what he wanted when he talked to people. This time he wasn´t sure for which answer he hoped.
You were leaning against the marble counters, your sweater just high enough above your jean´s waistband to show a small stripe of skin.
It were things he just noticed, this was you after all.
Your arms were crossed above your chest and you just looked at him, your eyes less annoyed than this morning, more sad.
After a while you sighed: “Okay look, you have to know that the only reason I did what I did, was because I wanted the best for everyone. I still do.
So please promise me that you won´t freak out.”
He nodded, his fingers clenching the glass of water, and you looked him directly into the eyes:
“The baby girl you saw this morning, Shila, she´s… She´s our daughter.”
Now it was out there, the thing he had known all along, had known since he had seen you pick her up from the cart.
And yet it surprised him completely, took him off guard and almost made him choke on his own saliva.
“I can´t believe it”, he said, looking down, not able to face you right now.
“I can´t believe you would hide something like this from me. Why would you do something like that?”
He could feel how it got him worked up, how his emotions were overflowing, how this was all too much.
And then he looked back up, seeing you cry, seeing tears, black from the mascara you were wearing, running down your cheeks:
“I did it to protect the baby. This life, the life you and Sam were living, the life I was living with you, it wasn´t for a child”, you explained and he knew that of course you were right, that living on the road, crashing in crappy motels and hunting monsters, was by no means an environment to raise a child.
And yet he felt betrayed, his right as a father stolen from him.
“I know that my life isn´t right for a child. But maybe, if you had told me, we could have find a solution, we could have found a way.
We could have gotten out.”
That was when a dry laugh left your throat: “Are you kidding me? I know you, Dean. Nothing could have made you stop, ever.
It would have always been a tie, a tie between me and the baby and all the evil out in the world. And I wouldn´t have that. It´s too much.”
You wiped the tears away and turned around to take a tissue while he searched his head for the right words:
“You don´t know that. You know why you don´t? Because we never tried. You never gave us the chance.”
You faced away from him when you said:
“I just couldn´t Dean. You know, I was always afraid, always afraid that one day I would get a call from Sam, telling me that you died on a hunt, that it was over and that we would have to burn your corpse.
And I put up with it because I loved you, because I was used to loosing people after what happened to my parents.
But when I found out that I´m pregnant, I just couldn´t do it to my child.
I couldn´t bare the thought of her waking up one day, to find out that her daddy was dead, that the person she loved most in the world was gone for good, because I know how it feels.
And she wasn´t going to be me.
I wouldn´t let her.
And I figured that it would be easier for her to live without a Dad from the very beginning, then loving him and then loosing him.”
Dean couldn´t see your face all trough your speech, but he knew that you were completely serious, that this was exactly what you had felt and he got it.
He didn´t like it, never would, but he got it.
Slowly, he stood up, making a step towards you and carefully placing a hand on your back:
“I understand”, he said, and he did, “but let me tell you, that if you allowed me to stay, hell if you only so much as leave the possibility of me being with you, of me being with my child, of me having a family with you, I drop everything else to do it.
I love you (Y/N), always have, always will. And I only met my daughter like ten hours ago, but I love her too.
And I want to get to know her, want to be a Dad. And I promise I won´t leave ever again.
He could feel your body tremble with sobs, and it took two more minutes for you to finally turn around.
And when you did, your (Y/E/C) eyes looking up at him in the most perfect way possible, he couldn´t do anything else but kiss you.
Maybe it was wrong, maybe he shouldn´t, maybe you were going to throw him out now and maybe he had just lost his only chance to meet his daughter, but he just had to do it.
And luckily you kissed him back, kissed him so passionately that he picked you up and sat you down on the counter go get better access to your lips.
He stroked over your back, cupped your face, pressed himself against you as if there was no tomorrow.
And then your lips where gone, only inches away from his but still gone.
“Is this real?”, you asked quietly, your voice still trembling a bit.
He looked into your eyes: “I want it to be real. I want all of this to be real. I want a real family, a real child, a real house, maybe a real wife. I want you.”
He said all of this from deep in his heart and you smiled against his lips: “Sounds like you´re all in, Winchester.”
Dean grinned: “With you, I´m always all in.”
He gave you another peck on the lips and then rested his forehead on yours: “So, can I finally meet my daughter?”
Instead of answering his question, you popped the first button on his shirt: “Well, she´s asleep now anyways and it would be unwise to wake her. But don´t worry, I know a thing or two you could do to me – I mean we could do, to keep us distracted until she wakes up.”
Instead of an answer, he picked you up, you circling his waist with your legs: “Sounds like a plan.”

anonymous asked:

Favorite period dress from a film?

HNNNNGGNNGnggngn DONT DO THIS TO ME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fuck fuck fuck fuc k FUCK THIS IS LIKE CHOOSING A FAVORITE CHILD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ok SHIT ive narrowed it down to my top 5 and i do have a #1 favorite but i wouldnt feel right not mentioning the runner ups so: 


5. Juliet’s blue dress from Romeo and Juliet (2013) 

this dress… is so fucking beautiful when i saw it for the first time in the theater i straight up gaSPED. i love the stars and the sky motif, and the shades of blue are SO stunning. its not super accurate as far as 16th c italian dresses go bUT it is so beautiful i literally dont care. and its not horribly inaccurate the underbust cut, the sleeves – those are all legit. 

this dress also caused me to look away from douglas booth’s perfect face for like 5 seconds at least which is a huge feat 

4. Snow White’s pink and yellow dress from Mirror Mirror (2012)

this isnt techincally a period costume because the period it comes from is like… fairy tale but i .. do not care sorry. every. single. costume in this movie blows my MIND. they are the work of the genius eiko ishioka and they are S T U N N I N G. this is actually one of the more tame costumes of the movie but its my fave bc it is so lovely and beautiful and is totally perfect with Snow’s character in the film. 

the cape itself is FJFJFHEIGHEIGHIEGHIE !!! i have NO WORDS YALL. and the dress under it is so whimsical and lovely and i lovE IT 

the use of applique on the skirt and the bodice to add  3D to the pattern… the color scheme… the use of organza for the sleeves… these are things i would never think of to combine but they work SO WELL 

3. Cecelia’s green dress from Atonement (2007)

THIS DRESS MAKES ME SCREAM OUT LOUD OH MY GOD. like. okay. okay. [clenches fist]. this dress is fucking REVOLUTIONARY. like in the story this dress is Very Important and it fucking KILLS IT LIKE. iconic. i c o n i c. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the bias cut 1930s dress is one of my favorite styles of dress of all time (and it pains me so much because this style of dress would look terrible on my body type) and the emerald green… the ruching at the back …. i died every day waiting for this dress…

2. Edith’s yellow dress from Crimson Peak (2016) 

ok real talk when i saw this in the theater i like inhaled too much of my icee and like almost died BECAUSE OF !!! THIS !! FUCKING !! DRESS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


look at the front i truly cannot.. i gotta go take a walk or something this dress is Too Much 

#1 Cinderella’s blue ballgown from Cinderella (2015)

okay. let me tell u something. listen to me. this dress straight affected me on a deep soul-level. like. the moment i saw this dress in the first cinderella trailer i was like …. Nothing Was The Same. this dress honestly changed my life???? and it inspired me to sew so much more because it is straight up the most beautiful thing ive ever seen. before the movie came out i was obsessed w this dress and i looked up every interview w sandy powell ab it and after i looked at all the cosplays of it. also my life like started to get better around the time after i saw this movie???? coincideNCE ??? I THINK NAUGH T !!!! 

this dress is my phone lock screen its also the background of my desktop. this is like. My Dress u know it is just the best thing ive ever seen i could stare at it forever. did u know there is more than 12 layers of differently colored organza that make up the skirt?? and under that there is a petticoat and a crinoline cage??????

the design of it is just. brilliant. the fact that sandy powell started w the idea of cinderella running away from the ball and the movement of the dress is SO great and pays of big time on screen. this is a phenomenon that cannot be expressed thru pictures so please watch this video and feel calm in ur soul and also appreciate the Best Scene In Cinema History 

thank u for caring ab my opinion ab dresses and i hope u enjoyed hearing me yell ab dresses i truly love period dresses so much 

Ginger Snaps (2000) Sentence Starters


“A girl can only be a slut, a bitch, a tease, or the virgin next door.”
“People don’t leave their dogs out alone anymore.”
“Then you’ll just have to distract her while I nab the pooch and make with the gore.”
“I can’t distract her.”
“The fuck, ___. This is your idea. If you don’t like your ideas, stop having them.”
“You swore we’d go together, one way or another.”
“I was just wondering what you hit.”
“Well, officer, looked like a lycanthrope to me, sir.”
“I know what a lycanthrope is.”
“Sure you do.”
“Think you see werewolves a lot.”
“I get this ache… And I, I thought it was for sex, but it’s to tear everything to fucking pieces.”
“Out by ___ or dead on the scene, but together forever.”
“C'mon! Together forever.”
“United against life as we know it.”
“Wrists are for girls. I’m slitting my throat.”
“___’s fertilizer, and everyone’s standing there just… staring. Why don’t they just catch that thing? How hard could it be in a place full of dead ends?”
“___, come here!”
“The fuck, ___? You got a boyfriend or something?”
“No, we just…”
“I’ll be right back.”
“Hey, what’s up? Look, if silver’s shot, I’ve been reading and I got another idea.”
“Are you on drugs, like right now? I’m in class here.”
“Yeah, excuse me for giving a shit.”
“I’ll come see you later, ok?”
“See, I flattened an animal. Furry, all-fours, could be anything. But here I am thinking “lycanthrope”. That’s crazy, huh? Book me in to the rubber motel, I’m officially all fucked up, right?”
“What if you’re not?”
“Well, that would explain the human circumcised dick… and why you were running for your life from it.”
“Long is the way that out of hell leads up to the light.”
“Suicide is like… the ultimate fuck you.”
“I didn’t betray you.”
“You locked me up!”
“Are you sure it’s just cramps?”
“Just so you know… the words “just” and “cramps,” they don’t go together.”
“You wrecked everything for me that isn’t about you.”
“No. Shit.”
“Now I am you.”
“I know you are. But what am I?”
“Think she’s pretty?”
“If I wasn’t here, would you eat her?”
“You know, we’re almost not even related anymore.”
“You like it.”
“It feels so… good, ____. It’s like touching yourself. You know every move… right on the fucking dot. And after, you see fucking fireworks. Supernovas. I’m a goddamn force of nature. I feel like I could do just about anything.”
“I kill their pets, ___, and the only thing that helps is to tear living things to pieces. I can’t be like this!”
“____’s very favorite. Congratulations sweetie. You know you can ask me anything.”
“You’re so dead.”
“I didn’t.”
“Oh, fuck me.”
“I said I’d die for you!”
“No. You said you’d die with me. Cause you had nothing better to do.”
“____, what’s going on? Something’s wrong with you. More than you being just… female. Could you just say something please?”
“Whoa? That’s it? ‘Whoa’? I can’t have a hairy chest, ___. That’s fucked!”
“No way.”
“The fuck? What the fuck?”
“This isn’t…”
“No, like…”
“Bitten? On a full moon. Now you’re hairy?”
“I know, but think about it.”
“Well thank you for taking my total fucking nightmare so seriously!”
“No comment.”
“You always blow off anything that you don’t get.”
“Yeah, when it’s bullshit!”
“Oh my God, you killed ____.”
“He barked and he barked and he just kept fucking barking!”
“You love it. Should come for the ride. A little scratch. Swap some juice. We’ll be our own pack, like before. It’s so ‘us’ ____.”
“Just say you won’t go average on me.”
“Just 'cause some gonad gets his zipper going? I’d rather be dead.”
“Oh my god… Do you think it’s cramps?”
“Give it a rest… for two seconds?”
“__, we’re eating.”
“I think they’re up to something.”
“They’re just being normal teenage girls.”
“Then why are they suddenly so interested in what you have to say?”
“Stay in your own little world, ___. This one just confuses you.”
“Back for more?”
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t know, ___. What am I doing? Call __. Ask the Pro.”
“You play with your new friends and I’ll play with mine.”
“Biology, now there’s something you can sink your teeth into, so to speak. You’re real. Your problem is real. The solution is real.”
“Why hello, hello, hello.”
“Hey kid, got a smoke?”
“Got a light then?”
“Well, thanks. I’ve just spent a week of my life looking for you, if you could just give me a sec.”
“Fuck! That’s your goddamn sister!”
“I don’t want any drugs.”
“Then am-scray.”
“___, wait outside for me!”
“Fine. But if he rapes you, don’t come crying. I’ll be home.”
“She’s just freaking.”
“Umm, I don’t think of you that way.”
“Do you think I want to go back to being nobody? You’re fucked!”
“I am… disturbed, wasn’t I? Clearly, the ____ ____ worked hard…”
“Can we see the ones with ___ again?”
“They never go anywhere.”
“You’re a big help. As usual.”
“Don’t give her the satisfaction!”
“For once someone shouldn’t give that fucker the satisfaction!”
“You can’t do this alone.”
“I said get off!”
“I told you to get off me!”
“___, a word?”
“Is it ‘sorry’?”
“I’m not dying in this room with you!”
“Understand, you may kill her trying to save her.”
It’s for ___, isn’t it? Look, worst-case scenario, you put her out of her misery. Just as long as you’re prepared for that, and I mean, sure. Try to come to that.”
“Don’t ever touch my sister again.”
“I just got a few questions for her, like uh, I’m growing a goddamn TAIL outta my ass, and I thought she might have a few tips on how to deal with keeping that quiet!”
“Hurting me won’t help.”
“See? I’m up to some whack shit right now. I’m way out on the corner of Fucked-Up and Evil. You wanna know what I did for fun last night, huh? I killed my own freakin’ dog, OK? Now what am I supposed to do about that, huh?”
“Umm… you got a little…”
“You guys going to the greenhouse bash tonight?”
“I’m in charge of the prizes.”
“You, too, could be a winner.”
“___. My office. Now.”
“Hey, diss me or whatever, but, I got three sisters, and nothing quite takes the edge off like a good toke.”
“Well, maybe I like my edge. Thanks.”
“Or maybe you’re just chicken to lose it.”
“I’d never tell her anything.”
“Unless you wanted to piss me off!”
“Get the fuck outta the bathroom! I’m trying to get ready!”
“Don’t we need protection?”
“Stop! Wait a second.”
“You’re fucking hilarious, cave-boy.”
“Y'know, maybe you’re right. Maybe I do see a monster. Yeah… It’s got these little green eyes…”
“Oh yeah, like I really wish I were hemorrhaging, hairy, and sucking off ____”
“Shut up, ___.”
“Jesus Christ on a bicycle! What the - ?”
“You gave it to ___. You had unprotected sex and you infected him.”
“You picked ___ over me, anything that happens now it is your fault!”
“If you give up now you leave me alone, I would never do that to you!”
“I’m sorry. I’m scared…”
“Beating up girls? Cutting class? I’m very disappointed in you.”
“Wish these were babies legs.”
“Okay, we both saw it; what the fuck was it?”
“It’s what you hit.”
“But what the fuck was it?”
“Too much blood. And I can see your gonch!”
“Just do it!”
“The hell you guys doing in here?”
“Hey, you know, I have an idea. Why don’t you guys get the fuck out of my van, assholes! Come on, I’m serious get out! I mean it! Get out!”
“So ___… I think we should get together.”
“Um… no.”
“Search and Destroy. Go!”
“Excellent selection. Continue.”
“Basic pleasure model?”
“Your standard cum-bucketty date-bait.”
“Good one.”

We’re All Stories in the End (one shot)

TITLE: We’re All Stories in the End
GENRE: Fluff
FIC SUMMARY: Loki’s son won’t go to sleep without a bedtime story.
AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: Title is a Doctor Who quote. Not relevant, just interesting.

“Once upon a time, in a land far, far away…”


“What is it, Narvi?” Sigyn asked, glancing up from storybook in her hands.

“You always start stories that way.”

“I can’t help it – it’s the way they’re written.”

“Well, I think it’s silly.”

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Title: Could you be any meaner? {Requested}

Characters: Baekhyun, Reader, and EXO

Genre: fluff | smiles | why | who tf is cutting onions | why aRE yOU doiNG THIS

Length: 2 Seconds | Good Enough | Three Hours | Bible (1,617 Words)

Rating: G | PG-13 | Fuck.. R 2x

Can u write a baek scenario where baekhyun & u are married. But he always treats you bad. Like he says mean things when you try to dress up. And when he always ignores u especially around his friends. But his friends like u. When they try telling Baek he should be nicer he’ll get mad & say “why don’t you have her than.” It makes you sad too bc there’s a girl he always talks to smiles to. When ask who she is he always tells that’s non of ur business. Basically he’s an asshole. (Haha) but one 3) day u have to attend an important event & you dress up really nice! And his friend shows him bc ur on tv (both of y'all are famous bc you guys own companies) & baek never cares about where u go. He sees you he he feels these emotions but ignores 4) them. But he finds out u hang out with one his enemies & it makes him angry(jealousy) so when you come home late he starts questioning you & yells at u for being around him. And he insults ur appearance. You finally had enough & tell him

Of course~ I hope you like it! You didn’t really give a straight ending so I really do hope you like what I did for the ending. (I kinda changed the fact that they were both company owners to both being idols, sorry~ I really do hope you don’t mind that small change) Also the type of dress that I’m channelling is what Fei wore to the 29th Golden Disk Awards

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

Three years with him, it was enough to drive you crazy. Why did you stay with him? For the fans, who love you two together. For your family, who would look down on you for getting a divorce. For you, because you actually love him. It was a terrible life that you gave yourself. Crying yourself to sleep every night, and hating yourself when you looked in the mirror. You didn’t know who you even were anymore, to be completely honest. You did this, in hopes he would someday change, but you were wrong.

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yondadudonta  asked:

Can you just imagine Steve going absolutely batshit crazy on conservative organizations when he finds out they've been using his legacy to legitimize discriminatory beliefs, like homophobia and slut shaming? Because I can and it is life.

I feel like there’d be a sort of political tug of war over Steve right when he got thawed out honestly - initially the conservatives are all over him, but then when it turns out he doesn’t really truck with them the liberals are like SCORE but Steve doesn’t really want anybody’s politics. He does some Googling and ends up spending an entire weekend becoming an expert on the American political scene and discovers that everyone’s just kind of a disaster and he won’t give his support any party.

No, Steve deals in issues, not parties. Sam draws his attention homeless veteran problem and is fucking outraged that a country would let this happen. Steve is out on the street on weekends talking with vets, refusing to pose for any pictures because it’s not about him, damn it. He and Bucky and Sam go out with blankets and toiletries and food, which all get donated by the drove when Captain Fucking America asks for them.

And while they’re at it, he gets involved in homelessness in general, and is deeply troubled by all these homeless kids. What do you mean their parents kicked them out because they’re gay? YOU DON’T KICK YOUR FUCKING KIDS OUT. FOR CHIRSSAKE, IT’S 2015. HOW IS THIS STILL A PROBLEM? (This works really well if you’re team Bi Steve.)

Steve discovers that people still think women don’t belong in the military and loses his shit. What the hell do you mean they don’t belong on the front lines? Have you ever heard of Peggy Carter? You couldn’t have gotten her off the front lines if your life depended on it; women belong wherever they damn well please. Let me introduce you to my friend Nat. 

On another women related note, Steve + women’s reproductive rights. I kind of have this headcanon that Steve’s nurse mom would have helped the local neighborhood girls out with those kinds of issues, leading to an extremely understanding Steve, who is just outraged. He will work with Planned Parenthood, even if he’s a bit awkward about it, and films PSAs about consent, safe sex, rights to abortion, you name it. 

Steve discovers people genuinely assume he’s sort of racist, and just stares at them for like a solid minute. Finally he says, “Jim Morita. Gabe Jones. Sam Wilson. Director Nick Fury. Colonel James Rhodes. Dr. Helen Cho. Ever heard of them? Good friends of mine. Great people, great at what they do.”

 ANTI VACCERS. DEAR GOD. I know everyone and their grandmother has covered Steve + anti vaccers, but Mr. “I was sick 112% of the time” Son of a Nurse would literally lose his fucking mind that people are seriously just not vaccinating their kids.

I could literally do this forever dear goodness. I just. Steve Rogers does not like bullies. And the political scene is so full of them.

pallore-m-deactivated20141201  asked:

Event Horizon is AMAZING. Do you have any films alike it you could advise?

Absolutely! Though, fair warning: I’m not usually a fan of the “shit goes down in space” genre (which goes to show exactly how awesome Event Horizon is), so they’ll be movies that focus more on similar atmosphere and/or scares, not necessarily similar settings. And without further ado, here we go!

  • The Shining - A classic. If you haven’t seen it yet, do; if you have seen it, watch it again— you already know that shit is amazing. This matches Event Horizon surprisingly well in terms of protagonist-turned-antagonist, stark and unsettling atmosphere, and the gradual escalation from spooky to surreal nightmare. Very fun.

  • Cube - If you want to skip the character building and go straight to people trying to survive being trapped in a torture box, this is for you. It doesn’t sound complicated, because it really isn’t, but still worth a viewing if the climax of Event Horizon struck a chord with you. The set(s) are a dead match, really.

  • The Thing (1982) - Isolated scientists/researchers getting killed of in increasingly gruesome ways. Familiar, right? This movie, however, does an equally grand job of personalizing the characters in peril and the hopelessness of their situation is almost outshone by the amazingly creative (and downright scary) special effects that are anything but dated. Also, that goddamned dog. It should’ve won an Oscar, but it probably would have hate-stared the award committee to death.

  • Ghost Ship - I’m pulling this one out of the “so bad it’s good again” folder. Don’t get me wrong: it’s high-octane early-2000s horror shlock, but it’s FUN. That opening scene will stick with you forever, whether it made you laugh or not. Still! Derelict ship with a rescue crew discovering that it houses some supernatural evil? How could I not mention it?

  • [REC] (2007) - Don’t bother with the American remake, because the original is far superior and the ending is much scarier. Certainly more of a found-footage “zombie outbreak” movie, but there’s a reason that phrase is in quotation marks. I won’t spoil it for anyone, just rest assured that it’s worth a view!

  • Grave Encounters - Another found-footage film that exceeds expectations. The first few minutes, you’ll be sure that there’s been a huge mistake and you’re watching something embarrassingly bad, but WAIT. As things start to go wrong in the abandoned hospital, they go really, really wrong and with competent effects to make for some great scares.

  • House on Haunted Hill (1999) - Say what you will, but I’m a rabid fan of this ridiculous movie. It’s a film that’s very self-aware of the inevitable goofiness of horror and plays into it, making the actual scares and gore even more shocking when they happen. Plus, motherfucking Jeffrey Combs. And Geoffrey Rush. And a cameo by James Marsters. C’mooon.

Like most movie lists, especially horror, I could go on and on and on... But! Those are definitely my top suggestions for “if you liked Event Horizon.” And to sate those people who still want “shit goes down in space,” stick with Alien, Solaris, 2001: A Space Odyssey, Sunshine, Moon, etc., etc… Whatever. Space, I guess.

Thanks for asking!

It's a love story

A/N: 4.11 killed me with all the feels and so I just had to write some:

(◕ヮ◕)*:・゚ blissful, shameless CS fluff.

Summary: After the Snow Queen is gone and Killian’s heart is back in place, Emma finally has the time to look for her own place. As she starts to feel at home in every sense of the word, her soft spot for sappy love songs comes to surface - which, (need I add) Killian adores.

This was meant to be a short drabble but I got carried away and it turned out to be quite a long and feelsy one-shot. Lots of Emma feels ahead!

~ For an enhanced fluff experience listen to the songs mentioned in the fic: Quitter by Carrie Underwood and Love Story by Taylor Swift.

It is mid-January, and with all the Christmas craze gone, with no new villains wreaking havoc in Storybrooke, and with no boyfriend’s beating heart to return to its rightful place (you know you could have kept it, love. I’m sure it’d be more than safe with you, where it’s always belonged - the words that kept her up all night after she’d punched it back into his chest and shared the kiss that made her realise just how urgently she needed to get her own place), Emma had finally found some time to go apartment-hunting.

She had spent over a week visiting different places near her parents, or close to the town centre, but for some reason she would always compare every new flat to the very first one she saw. She’d find herself picking at petty details, and making a list of reasons why none of those other ones were good enough, or why they just didn’t feel as right as the first one. And so she finally up her mind and signed the contract to buy it. It was a modest, yet quite spacious apartment by the docks with a balcony attached to the living room overlooking the sea.

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Paper Hearts

Summary: When Arthur accidentally slips a love letter into Merlin’s locker, Merlin’s response sets off an exchange of sarcastic poetry, a Dummies Guide, and a whole lot of self-denial.

Their Own Private Pace

Summary: There’s a storm outside, and Merlin wakes up in a bed that is not his own.

This Dark Road Will Lead Us Where We Want to Be

Summary: When a visiting noble attacks Arthur with the intent to kill, Merlin is forced to openly use magic to save his life. With execution less than twenty-four hours away, a desperate Arthur tricks Merlin into binding their souls in order to prevent his death as a sorcerer. But the soul-bond has some unexpected consequences, and when Uther demands that Arthur unbind his soul so he can carry on with the execution, the two set out on a journey to find answers. Along the way they deal with the ramifications of Merlin’s deception, discover some truths about their growing feelings for one another, and are forced to make some huge decisions that could have an impact on their lives forever.

This Is Not A Taylor Swift Song

Summary: Merlin stares at her. “Morgana, this isn’t a bad Taylor Swift song, I can’t -” Morgana wrinkles her nose. “Ew, Taylor Swift? I was going for that scene in Shrek. All you have to do is go in shouting "I object!” Merlin is momentarily offended. “Wait, why am I Shrek?” Morgana shrugs. “Don’t know why you’re complaining. I’m donkey.”

Weave the Sunlight

Summary: In which Arthur is the least romantic romance novelist in the world, and Merlin is the only person who can cure his writers’ block. Arthur keeps losing control of his feet, and Merlin refuses be wooed by witticisms alone–much to Arthur’s chagrin.


I could stare at his profile, and the full length of his body, and the way that suit fits him, and that smile, and those long legs forever. Also that tweet by Darby is pretty cute. I had the same thought when she said that the podium was sticky during the S4 bloopers 😂

(A Scene from) Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell—Reports
  • Call: So, You and Eleanor, huh?
  • Park was still smiling. Even though they were long past the cafeteria.
  • Park: Uh … yeah
  • Call: Yeah, everybody knows. I mean, I’ve known forever. I could tell by the way you stare at her in English … I was just waiting for you to tell me.
  • Park: Oh, Sorry. I’m going out with Eleanor.
  • Call: Why didn’t you tell me?
  • Park: I figured you knew.
  • Call: I did know. But, you know, we’re friends. We’re supposed to talk about these things.
  • Park: I didn’t think you’d get it …
  • Call: I don’t get it. No offense. Eleanor still scares the crap out of me. But if you’re getting it – you know, getting it – I want to know about it. I want the whole freaking report.
  • Park: This, actually, this is why I didn’t tell you.
Meeting Nicole Beharie (read until end)

First of all let me say this. Nicole is more beautiful in real life. How can that be? Ugggh. She walked onto the stage ever so gracefully, but she was so short that I could barely see her even though I was in the very front row right in front of her. She didn’t wear any heels maybe because she said she had just finished filming a scene for episode 9 running around in the woods in the cold hours before. The panel began and she began answering with her nerdy quirkiness. Someone asked what was her favorite stunt to shoot this season, and Me being me I had to answer for her because I already knew the answer. “The water works” I said she turned and squinted/stared at me for what seemed like forever “who ARE you?” She asked with a huge smile on her face. My sister had gotten up to ask a question and when she asked it she started off with “my sister made me get up and ask a question you may see her in the front row with the Same face as me.” Nicole turned and said “you’re twins!” She answered the question and was waiting for the next when we heard this thumping sound. It was this lady next to me punching her chest very hard. Like really hard, And she kept saying “oh my god she’s beautiful” of course Nicole heard it and we exchanged a look of WTF!! And we both began laughing. No one else knew why we were laughing. (I have a fucking insider with Nicole Beharie.) As the panel went on my sister and I being the little sarcastic beings that we are were making remarks on things. Nicole heard us and laughed at them. Later on was the photo op. As we entered the room Nicole gave me a look of recognition and I almsot died. After placing my bag on the table I walked/skipped over to her while saying “nikki!” She responded with “the twinnnnnnnn” I laughed and my sister joined us “the sleepy hollow twins!” She yelled again. My sister gave her a well deserved “yaaaas” and then she gave me a hug and said…..wait for it “I love y'all! You’re funny!!” We said our thank you’s and she began saying “I love y'all. ” Like 2 more times. As we wear taking the picture my sister said something and made her laugh you can kind of see it in the photo. The security rushed us out but Nicole was still talking to us as we walked out. I don’t know what she was saying, but I got my life.