i do so love this shoot

Milestone and an Anniversary Giveaway?!

So, I didn’t even realize I hit my one year blog-a-versary (in December!!) and I recently passed 1300 followers! The past nine months since I started posting my own work has been an absolute thrill! That more than 1300 of you lovely, amazingly, supportive people have chosen to follow me will always boggle my mind!

Now for some fun stuff! I am going to be doing a giveaway!! Who doesn’t love free stuff?  Rules and prizes below the cut…

When the new year rolled around, I set a two goals for my blog; Hit 1K and learn how to make aesthetics and I accomplished both of those goals. So what do you do when you reach a goal? Set new ones! 

Now I am shooting for 2k by years end and will be publishing my first novel in the near future! Daunting yet oh so exciting!! Let’s get on with it now, shall we?

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Jinki’s happiness is infectious! And if I thought that he was in such a happy mood yesterday, well today’s even better. He was all smiles, doing double finger hearts, finger shooting, doing double v poses, shrugging oh so cutely, doing that nose scrunch i love so much, casually dancing in the background, doing ad-libs with Jjong during the acoustic set like it’s the most natural thing in the world, then grinning and smiling in ABOAB like he knows he can make me do anything.  He’s awesoooooooomeeeeee! 🤗

Two of my favourite moments from tonight’s show was Your Number and MTTM.  When they were on the right side of the stage, all trying to woo the girl, Minho is supposed to throw a coffee cup on Jinki.  Before he did so, Taemin was already preparing to shield his hyung.  He put his leg up, then after he swung his arms in front of Jinki, like doing karate chops.  Jinki was laughing at him.  And then of course, Minho and Taemin’s MTTM dance break.  Everyone erupted into screams.  😂

scaredycat-draws  asked:

aww shit, man! I didn't realize that the cosplay progress for your mom's Cruella deVille Cosplay (which looks so awesome, btw) was for Disney's Descendants! I love that movie, it's so cute to see what they did with the villain kids. And I'm so stoked to see you cosplay Carlos, he was my favourite Character in the story! So yeah keep doing awesome stuff, you great person! And pls let your mom know she is hella rad

Thank you!! This is actually one of our biggest projects mainly cause we all got our actual parents on board! We’re hoping to do a professional photo shoot over the summer and who knows what else but it’s kinda awesome to share this with our parents.

anonymous asked:

Are you even native American

Hello nosey nonnie.

Yes I am Native American, but I don’t look it. And no it’s not one of those my great grandmother was Cherokee. I am 2nd generation off the rez Tuscarora, Iroquois Turtle Clan.

This is me and my mother. Yes she is my birth mother, I just got very fucked over in the genes department. I swear I’m adopted but we have many photos of the birth and have several paternity and maternity tests to prove that I fell out of this woman’s vagina.

Here are some more pictures cause I’m pale and I honestly don’t think you believe me:

(My mom actually made every piece of jewelry I am wearing and hand beaded that vest as well).

And here’s pictures of the woman that I blame for my bad genes: My grandmother.

I get told I look like her all the time AND I HONESTLY DO NOT SEE IT, but because I get told I look like her all the time I BLAME HER.

On the left you see my grandpa (full blood native) in his headdress, on the right you see my cousin (also full blood), the great medicine man Mad Bear, here’s a book about him since you seem to be so nosey.

And in case you doubted me, here are a few pictures of me when my ma and I were on the powwow circuit.

This is me with my ma’s regalia (if you call it a costume I will shank you) because a) she had a bad leg day and couldn’t dance and b) mine was not ready and made and I JUST REALLY WANTED TO DANCE. (This is also the day I got burnt ON MY FUCKING HAIRLINE WHERE MY HAIR WAS PARTED. THAT FUCKING HURTS!)

Here’s me in my fancy dance shawl. There aren’t that many pictures of me because a) I fucking hated them b) it’s normally seen as disrespectful to take pictures of dancers out of the circle without their permission and my ma and I were always dancing at the same times AND I NEVER LET ANYONE TAKE MY PICTURE AT THIS TIME IN MY LIFE.

So yes, my family is a very rainbow family, I just happen to be the one WHITE passing one. No really…

Here’s me (in the middle if you can’t guess), Bebe and Audree. I like to call this the ABC Rainbow of the Printup family (because my first name is Cheyenne…..I swear our parents DID NOT PLAN THIS). 

And this is another pic of me and Audree YEARS later

Am I Native? Yes

Do I look traditionally Native? No

Does that mean I am not going to label myself as native? HELL TO THE FUCK NO.

Please reblog and share so that people can understand that there are white passing people of color. Yes even some that pass as white as me. We do exist and no that does not give you the right to basically white wash us. I am proud of my native roots and I will share everything and anything you want to know. The more educational resources we can get out there the better. DON’T BE AFRAID TO SHOOT ME AN ASK. I LOVE IT, but please do not be a dick like this one and phrase it so accusingly. Much appreciated, thank you!

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He had his own blaster out and fired a cluster of tight shots above her head. Jyn could only guess one of the rebels had been aiming the explosive her way. Cassian had shot one of Saw’s rebels to save her life.

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“Tell that to the one who killed our men.”
Jyn looked to Cassian. In her mind’s eye, she saw him fire his blaster in the plaza, felt the grenade explode over her head. She remembered the cold, guiltless sensation that had passed over her then; shame found her now, gripped her heart, and she tore through it with anger.

anonymous asked:

THOUGHTS ABOUT YURIO'S WttM EXHIBITION?

omg I was talking to @asukajude about this, and:

  • Yuri has just won gold in the GPF, and he loves doesn’t hate Yuuri and Victor, but he’ll be damned before he lets their pair skate overshadow him.
  • SO. He goes to his new best friend Otabek, and is like, “I know this is last minute, but I need your help to shake things up with my exhibition.” To which ofc Otabek will agree.
  • “I’m going to take off my jacket and throw it at someone.” // “Cool.” // “And then I’m going to do air splits.” // “Even cooler.” // “And then I want you to shoot finger guns at me!” // “I’ll practise in the mirror.” // “And then I’ll throw my sunglasses at you and yOU CATCH IT AND AND THEN PUT IT ON HOW COOL WOULD THAT BE.” // “Literally the coolest. Should we practise?” // NO, WE’LL WING IT BECAUSE WE’RE COOL.”
  • And then bam, say hello to Yuri “Fuck Katsuki Yuuri’s Eros” Plisetsky.
  • And then Yakov is probably somewhere to the side trying to rip his own hair out like, “WE AGREED HE WOULDN’T TAKE THE JACKET OFF! AND GEORGI I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO HIS MAKEUP!!!!”
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I’ve been a member of some good gyms in the past. I love a good spinning class; I love a good aerobics class. I go to yoga classes as well as practicing myself. I’m always open to new experiences and when I’m in different cities shooting, I try some local classes sometimes. So, whatever’s around, really. I think classes can be the most fun. And if you want to make it a social thing and you want to go with friends, then that’s the way to do it. Or if you’re a loner and you like to go off and run on your own, do that. There’s no right or wrong, exercise is exercise and it’s incredibly healthy for you and, you know, society. And it’s a positive thing, so however you want to do it, each individual to themselves.

( Because I cannot control myself, here’s another Gaston Headcanon. MORE LIKE HEADCANONS HAHA.).

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  • There’s no doubt that he’d be protective if he actually found himself that deep in love. It’d be a passionate protectiveness that (probably) seems controlling but he’s just concerned for your safety.
  • Comes into heavy play when he goes hunting(which is frequently). You’ve gone with him once or twice, and managed to shoot down a few birds to which he was beaming with pride because “I taught her how to do that. That’s my girl.”
    • The funny thing is, the more his relationship progressed with you, the more he found excuses to let you stay home when he went hunting because he was literally so worried that you would be hurt if he took you with him. (Which, you had never been hurt with him before but still, there was always the possibility.)
      • “It’s just a day with LeFou and I.” is usually the most common thing he tells you, and you bought it the first couple of times but after that it became a bit more suspicious.
      • You start holding your ground and tell him that you want to go.
        • He can’t say no to you, which comes in handy with situations like this so before Gaston really knows what’s happening, you’re getting ready to go hunting with him.
          • “It’s just a blur, LeFou. She says she’s going and I can do nothing to stop it even though I’m afraid for her safety. She’s got this sort of…” His nose scrunches in thought, “Spell on me that makes it impossible to say no.”
          • LeFou probably just murmurs to himself, “If she can handle you, she can handle herself hunting.”
  • Who am I kidding he’s probably always worried for your safety and asks if you need to be walked/escorted anywhere.
    • He’ll usually ask it in a subtle way like, “can I come”. It piques your interest, especially when you’re just going to get something from the store a block from your house. 
    • You chuckle quietly, kissing his forehead before saying, “I think I can manage.”
    • He probably just stands there and watches you walk away, his heart beating a bit harder than before. There’s something about you just leaves him completely starstruck. 
      • “It’s almost as if she… She strikes me down like  lightning gracing the Earth.”
        • To which LeFou gags.
          • He’s lowkey jealous and honestly a bit surprised that Gaston has…. Fallen in love.
      • Gaston probably offers his jacket to you whenever yo complain about being cold because he doesn’t want you to get sick. So, if he ever does give you it, you smile gently, wrap your arm around him and continue to where ever you’re going so the both of you are warm because you are also worried about him getting sick(Despite Gaston constantly telling you that he almost never gets sick). (No stress y’all, I’m making headcanons specifically for that.)
  • After some time together, you finally come to realize that LeFou doesn’t like you because he’s got feelings for Gaston himself. 
    • I’m not kidding, there’s no doubt that LeFou is protective over Gaston himself so like? You take it upon yourself to befriend him and you explain, “I love him and I’d never hurt him. Ever. I know you wouldn’t either. Can’t we just put this behind us and try to be friends? For Gaston?”
      • Things do get better, and slowly over time the two of you become the best of friends and tend to gossip every now and then.
  • You know what, while talking about being protective, I see him being exceedingly possessive at times.(Not all the time) More often than not, it happens in the tavern. With people being drunk, they don’t quite realize that they’re staring at Gaston’s girl.
    • Probably notices when someone is looking at you in that way
      • It starts off small and he’ll gives them a glance of warning, a simple, “back off’ sort of stare.
      • If it continues, it escalates. Gaston wraps his arm around you, holds you close, digs his face into your hair if you’re busy with something else. Just to remind you and who ever has your attention that he’s not appreciating the unwanted attention thrown onto you.
        • Gaston knows that you’re not some prize to be won by some drunkard, and so he stays close to you for the rest of the night. If they happen to start talking to you, he’s right on your hip, taking a sip of his drink while he’s focusing all negative energy their way. Of course, it’s something you notice and you lightly brush your fingers along Gaston’s fingers as he’s holding you from behind.
      • If the situation where one of them leans towards you, or subtly touches you while Gason is not near you, there’s always the possibility of extreme measures. Especially if Gaston notices that it’s unwanted(Meaning, you resist or you scoot away from the touch. He’s got a keen eye for this sort of thing). More often than not, it’s small daggers being thrown at them,close enough to pin their jackets to the wall. It happens so fast, it leaves you a bit breathless and a few moments later, Gaston is next to you, digging his daggers out of the wall and growling at the drunkard, “If she wanted you to touch her, she would have said so. No, get out before I personally throw you out.”
  • Binch don’t get me started on jealous Gaston. (JK please do).
    • Jealousy is probably something that happens rarely, considering Gaston is aware how happy you are with him(And call it cocky) he knows that you’re satisfied too. (HAHA in more than one WAY).
    • He gets what I like to call “ugly jealous”. If he notices you chatting it up with someone you’ve known for a while, and you gesture, throwing your head back when you laugh, staring, etc. He’ll get that burning sensation in his chest, watch you carefully to see if you’re flirting or just being friendly(And TBH he’s got no radar for that.He sees being friendly as flirty a lot of the time.)
      • Because he’s probably confused as to which it is, he takes matters into his own hand and doesn’t lash out but will storm his way over there and kiss you flat on the mouth before saying, “I’m sorry I’m late, LeFou—” He looks up and gives whoever you were talking with a rather cynical smile with, “Well, who’s this?”
        You’re left a bit light headed after the kiss and find it hard to speak and so your friend introduces themselves and Gaston feels at ease knowing that they know you’re taken.
        • Don’t get me started on the body language though. Hands on his belt, legs spread slightly, broad shoulders, he needs to make himself seem more appealing than the other. The subtle, dirty smirk as he talks to them. Even the undertone of his voice, which is actually rather husky and needy. 
          • He makes them know that you deserve him and deserve all of him. You’re the only person who deserves him. Gaston simply plays the intimidation card when he’s jealous and has gotten caught doing so many times by you.
    • I’m screaming because he probably likes it when you catch him doing this because Gaston lowkey likes being told off by you? 
    • “You don’t need to do that every time I talk to someone I know. Trust me, Gaston. You’re the only one I love and you don’t need to worry about someone else coming up and snatching me.” you sigh gently, wrapping your arms around his neck and lifting yourself against him so you can kiss his lips softly. He’s happy to respond to the kiss. His lips mesh against yours a bit harder, telling you exactly what he wanted now that he was being scolded. Snuggling his arms around your waist, he now helps you lift against his body. “And you should know better than to do that. It drives me crazy.”
      “I won’t stop doing it, you do know. I want everyone to know that you’re mine and that,” He dips his head and places a rather heated kiss to your collarbone, “I’m yours.”

I AM SCREAMING AT MYSELF. Thanks for reading guys! reblogs and likes are appreciated! Have a good one <3.

So Saturday during the finale performance shoot, Rebel decided to do a Q&A in between takes since it was taking a while to set up the cameras and this happened:

Fan: “If you could be any other Bella, who would you be, and why?”

Rebel: “Probably Chloe, because she’s got that weird thing with Beca”

I swear to god, everyone in the audience lost their mind. We died. Rebel is the biggest bechloe shipper on the planet and I love her for it.

hockeystix  asked:

zimbits. “Less homicidal thoughts about your annoying coworker right now, please. I’m in a meeting over here.” pLEASE

Charlie asked for this about 30 years ago but I’m just getting around to it now. It’s prompt from this list. 


If he thinks I’m going to let a single tart anywhere near his ruinous Trump-sized hands he’s got another thing coming. Actually, no. He can have as many tarts as he wants. Kill ‘em with kindness, and arsenic worked into the whipped cream. I’d have to add more vanilla to balance it out but–

If Jack wasn’t in a sponsorship meeting, he would be inclined to promptly bash his head into the wood of the table. It had been like this for a few weeks ago, a voice filtering in at the most inopportune times, going on diatribes against who he was presuming was the voice’s coworker (”–even the way he counts out change is annoying. The Lord is testing me. We should’ve kept the antique register, it would have hurt more when I ‘accidentally’ shut the drawer on his fingers that he just licked to count out the bills. Yes, I would LOVE my spit covered change. THANK YOU.”)

Unfortunately, Jack thought it was unlikely that NIKE would appreciate their new brand ambassador actively giving himself a concussion, so he shot the representative across the table a smile and nodded to whatever was being said before reverting back inside his head.

As ambitious as your assassination attempt is, if you could keep it to yourself I would appreciate it.

There wasn’t even a moments pause before he got his reply.

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ok so as i said regarding this excerpt from the winter soldier novel, i have realized that Official Movie Novelizer is my true calling and would like to apply for that position immediately. to prove i am prepared for this responsibility, i have used the passage in question as a jumping off point and written the rest of the scene. as u know, the official novelization goes like this:

Then Steve decided to open up as well. “I grew up with a guy. We grew up together.”

Sam knew by the tone in Steve’s voice it was someone who had served with him. “He make it back?” Sam asked.

Steve sighed and looked to the floor, pain in his eyes. “Killed in action.” There was a silence between them for a few seconds before Steve continued, “I’ve been through a lot of changes. I don’t know if anything hit me as hard as losing Bucky.”

“We fight for our guys, ya know?” Sam said.

now i have not actually read this book but i am reasonably sure that the next few paragraphs should go like this:

“I do know,” said Steve, looking deep into Sam’s eyes. “Nothing’s ever been more important to me than my guys.”

“Right?” Sam was getting a certain vibe from Steve but he didn’t want to jump to any conclusions. Maybe this was just the way guys acted back in 1943. Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained. “Like if I had a guy right now, I would definitely treat him right.”

Steve looked in both directions like he was making sure they were alone and stepped closer to Sam. “This is amazing. No one I’ve met since I woke up understands me the way you do.”

Sam was sad to think of Steve alienated and suffering. “Oh, hey man…I’m here for you.”

Steve’s face lit up. “Really? Do you wanna leave your fulfilling and socially useful job to risk your life defying the American government at my side?”

Sam wanted to explain to this hot sweet hunk of dumbass that you can’t be so open and trusting with someone you basically met five minutes ago. On the other hand, Steve had assessed him correctly. Sam knew himself to be intrepid and loyal, a brilliant fighter with a built-in skepticism about the American government’s commitment to civil liberties. Plus, Steve looked so excited and happy Sam didn’t have the heart to say no. There was just one potential problem.

“Steve, what if your guy turns up alive with a bunch of assault rifles and starts shooting everybody?”

Steve bit his lip, clearly giving the matter some thought. Then he put his hand on Sam’s arm. “That wouldn’t be a problem for us, Sam. Of course I’d still love him…but I have so much love to give.”

Sam felt ambivalent about the possibility of having to share Steve with a brainwashed cyborg assassin, but after all it was only a hypothetical. “Okay,” he said at last.

“So you’ll do it?” Steve dropped to one knee, overcome with joy. “Really, Sam?”

“Yes, Steve,” Sam said, taking Steve’s hand. “I’ll marry you.”

marvel pls contact me for an interview at your earliest convenience

Dean had been hit by a truth telling spell. He had been spewing his deepest darkest secrets without a care in the world. There was one thing you wanted to know, and as much as you knew it was taking advantage of the situation, you had to know what Dean Winchester thought of you.

You looked at him as he fiddled with his gun, taking it apart and putting it back together again to keep himself from talking.

“Dean?” you questioned, touching his thigh gently. “I’ve got a question.”

He looked up at you expectantly. “Shoot, princess. I’m a straight shooter today, so it’s your lucky day,” he smiled.

“What do you really think of me? Like why did you let me come with you and Sam? You have no ties to me. I’m not blood. Why me?” you sighed finally.

Dean narrowed his eyes at you before he opened his mouth.

“I love you,” he stated simply. He looked at you like it was the most obvious answer.

“What?” you breathed, staring at his dark green eyes.

“You’re awkward and weird, and I fucking love it. You exude a confidence that is sexy as hell because you don’t give two fucks about what anyone thinks about you. You like what you like whether I tease you about it or not. You stand your ground and that is a huge turn on. You don’t let me being an ass sway you from being you. And I love you and all your quirks. Shit, I love every damn thing about you,” Dean breathed out, staring into your eyes.

You stared at him, but before you could respond, Sam came through the hotel room door.

“Is it done?” you asked. “Is the witch dead?”

Sam nodded. He looked exhausted. “Yeah, about thirty minutes ago. I’m gonna hit the shower. Dean you alright?” Sam asked Dean.

Dean nodded as your eyes met his, a look of confusion spreading across your face. “I’m way good, dude.”

Sam nodded curtly and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

“Thirty minutes ago?” you breathed out.

“Yeah. I felt it,” he laughed softly, looking into your eyes.

“And everything you just said,” you barely whispered.

“The absolute fucking truth. I’m tired of pretending like it isn’t, sweetheart. That truth spell made me realize that I couldn’t keep it from you anymore. I’ve loved you from the minute you ganked that vamp,” he chuckled at the memory.

“I distinctly remember you telling it to ‘suck on that’ right after you separated its head from its body,” Dean smiled. “I knew right then you weren’t like other hunters. You’re different, and I love it,” Dean swallowed. “I love you,” he reiterated.

You stared at him, desperately trying to blink away the tears. Your weird awkwardness had always kept you in the friend zone with most guys. Most weren’t able to believe that a girl like you existed, a girl who loved video games, writing, rock music, and loved any movie that was quotable, so they always kept you at an arms length.

You thought Dean had been another guy to stick you in the friend zone, never getting any other indication from him, until now.

“You don’t believe me,” he mumbled, stepping closer to you.

“It’s not that,” you started but before you could finish, Dean’s hand landed on your neck and pulled your lips to his. He pressed his lips firmly against yours as his arm snaked around your back and pressed you into him, like he wanted the two of you to become one.

You wrapped your arms around this shoulders melted and into him. His lips and roaming hands confirmed everything his mouth had just confessed.

Dean Winchester loved you and all of you. How did a girl like you get so damn lucky?

I really like you, you know? (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

Request: “Can I request a fic with Zach where the reader and Zach are snapchatting. The reader is really sleepy because she’s been staying up late to get homework done and being so tired, she accidently tells Zach she likes him a lot. (Can it be fluffy and a little angsty?)”

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It was still 4:30p.m., but you were already tired and longing for your bed. You tried really hard to keep your eyes open, but they had their way of beating you. Finally, you gave up. You got up from the table you were occupying on the school’s library, picked up your stuff and walked home.

The second you got into your room, you took of your shoes and slowly climbed into your bed. You hadn’t even closed your eyes yet when your phone lighted up and buzzed.

“How hard is it for a girl to get her beauty sleep in this wicked world?” you mumbled like a real drama queen, talking to the walls. You reached out lazily for your phone and, suddenly, all your complains went away. The top notification was a Snapchat from Zach Dempsey.

After waiting a while (in your mind, opening it up too quickly would make him think you were desperate), you finally saw his chat. It was just random letters, probably sent by mistake. You rolled your eyes, not believing you created all that expectation in your head. What were you thinking? That Zach freaking Dempsey snapchatted you saying he was madly crushing you?

You sent a question mark back and put your phone away. It only took five seconds for it to buzz again.

“You have got to be kidding me”

You didn’t want to look, all you wanted was a nice nap. Your curiosity spoke louder, and you picked it back up.

Zach Dempsey: Oh hello Y/N this is Zach and I stare at your Snapchat stories like an idiot
Zach Dempsey: I’m lovesick because of uuuuuu
Zach Dempsey: let me be the juliet to your romeo
Zach Dempsey: I’m juliet coz I’m a little girl

You realized it was one of his friends joking around, and laugh softly. You decided to mess around too.

You: I knew it.
Zach Dempsey: that I’m a little girl????
You: oh yeah. it’s common knowledge.

Video call from : Zach Dempsey

You didn’t expect this. You didn’t know if you should pick up or not. You decided to go on with the game, so you fixed your hair and made sure you looked okay. You pressed “answer” and Justin Foley’s face showed up on the screen. It looked like they were at the gymnasium, probably practicing basketball.

“Yo Dempsey! I got your phone man” Justin yelled, and the camera focused on Zach, who was standing at the other side of the gym. “You shouldn’t have told me your password!”

“Dude what are you doing?” Zach rushed over and tried to get his phone out of Justin’s hands. You giggled and, with that sound, Dempsey just stopped moving. “Foley. What was that?”

Justin showed him the screen, and his eyes widened when he saw your face.

“Well hello there” you said, not knowing what to do.

“Y/N, hi. I-uh, hang on, I’ll call you back okay?” The screen went black and his face disappeared. You waited for the call and, since it didn’t came, you tried to sleep again. Unsuccessfully, you should add.

Grumbling, you kicked your covers away, picked up your books and started studying again in your desk.

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You were so entertained by your homework you almost missed the notification from Zach. Almost. You unlocked your phone and checked it out.

Zach Dempsey: Hey, I’m sorry for earlier. Justin is an idiot
You: It’s okay 😂

You weren’t really expecting an answer after that, but fortunately it came.

Zach Dempsey: well anyway
Zach Dempsey: wyd?

You gave the pile of papers and books in front of you a sad glance.

You: homework. u?
Zach Dempsey: just chillin I guess

You sighed, jealous of his procrastination.

You: let’s trade please, I can’t stand biology anymore
Zach Dempsey: send all the bio stuff for me. I’ll do it for you, I love bio

What a cutie. He loved bio.

You: don’t give me ideas, Dempsey. I’ll send it for real
Zach Dempsey: lol
Zach Dempsey: you can come over some day and I’ll give you a hand

Oh my god. Zach invited you to his place. You and him, at his house. What a time to be alive.

You: that would be nice :)
Zach Dempsey: so… I’m sorry if that’s like way too intrusive but I wanna ask something
You: dear lord… shoot

Your heart skipped a beat. Was he really going to ask you out?

Zach Dempsey: are you and colin jensen a thing?

Well, apparently not. No dates for miss (Y/N) and mr Zach Dempsey.

You: who tf is colin jensen?
Zach Dempsey: you know, skinny dude who works at crestmont

You let out a loud laugh.

You: you mean clay jensen?
Zach Dempsey: probably
Zach Dempsey: anyway
Zach Dempsey: are you guys together?
You: no sir

The conversation just went on and on, and you liked Zach more and more by the second. He was sweet and funny, and talking to him was just so nice… but you really, really needed to sleep.

You: hey, I gotta go
Zach Dempsey: why??
You: I need some sleep
Zach Dempsey: it’s eight o'clock my lady

My lady. Jesus Christ.

You: I know
You: but I didn’t sleep last night
Zach Dempsey: what were you up to?
You: at a date with my usual partner
Zach Dempsey: 🤔
Zach Dempsey: usual partner?
You: homework
Zach Dempsey: oh, I see
Zach Dempsey: but can’t you stay just a little longer?
You: that’s not a very good idea
You: sleep deprived (Y/N) usually talks more than she should
Zach Dempsey: one more reason why you should stick around w me
Zach Dempsey: this conversation is about to get interesting
Zach Dempsey: stay pleease

Well, he was asking… you guessed it couldn’t be that bad staying up just a few more minutes.

You: okay, I’ll give you some extra time
You: what do you wanna talk about?
Zach Dempsey: let’s play a game

Uh-oh.

You: what kind of game?
Zach Dempsey: nothing special, just asking each other some questions
You: ok fine, you go first
Zach Dempsey: I’ll take it easy on you because it’s the first question
Zach Dempsey: we’re just warming up
Zach Dempsey: what’s your favorite color?

You laughed again.

You: how original my man
You: green
Zach Dempsey: I’m one of a kind
Zach Dempsey: your turn
You: I’m not extending the courtesy of taking it easy, sorry
You: are you and justin dating?

He sent you a picture of his face. He was frowning, trying to cover a smile.

Zach Dempsey: you’re lame. that’s a terrible question, and the answer is no
You: that was a valid question
Zach Dempsey: there will be a payback
Zach Dempsey: you better believe in karma
Zach Dempsey: my question is why are you single

You didn’t really understood the question. You rubbed your eyes and yawned.

You: what do you mean
Zach Dempsey: I mean, you’re beautiful and smart and funny and I just don’t get how can you not have a boyfriend

You froze. Before you could realize the huge mistake you were making, you sent him the most stupid confession ever.

You: I couldn’t date anyone because you’re the one that I like, and it’s like a lot

Your eyes widened when your own words sunk in. You really should have stopped the conversation when you had the chance. Damn it, damn it, damn it. You waited anxiously for his answer. He opened the chat, visualized your message and…

He ignored it.

You even waited a few minutes but there was no response. “Well, congratulations (Y/N), you ruined everything as usual”, you thought, and climbed up your bed. You picked up your blankets from the floor and covered your ashamed and self loathing body.

It felt like you had just fallen asleep when a noise woke you up. Scared, you almost fell on the floor. It sounded like… knocks?

You picked up a baseball bat you kept on the floor (just for hitting strangers because you couldn’t even play any sports) and looked around. Suddenly, you saw Zach outside your window.

“Oh my god!” you whispered, in shock, and opened the lock so he could come inside. “What are you doing here? Jesus I only have my pajamas on!”

You covered yourself with your arms, which made Zach laugh.

“I came here because I wanted to know if what you said was true. You know, the I-like-you-a-lot thing” he asked in a serious tone.

“God just forget I said it, it’s embarrassing really” you looked away from him.

“I don’t think so”

“Well, that’s because you don’t have feelings for someone who doesn’t like you back” you whispered, trying not to get your parents attention.

Suddenly, Zach’s hands were on your waist and he pulled you close, with nothing but an inch of air between your bodies. Your heart started beating like crazy. One of his hands went up to your jaw and caressed it. His fingers made their way to your lips, separating them.

“Who said anything about not liking back?” he whispered too, and then pressed his lips against yours.

——————————–

Sooo I hope you liked it, I’m sorry if it’s different from what you expected!

Can I roll to shoot it in the balls?

Context, our DM is running us through our first dungeon (5e), we’re a four man party, and only two of us are experienced with DnD of any kind. The first part of dungeon was mostly just cannon fodder monsters, so we would learn about the basic combat mechanics, I was playing a rogue, who loved to use a hand crossbow, and we come upon two zombies in a hallway, and quickly killed one.

DM: Alright, there’s only one zombie left what do you do?

Warlock OOC: I’m gonna blast him back with Eldritch blast

*rolls 19*

DM: The zombie is blown backwards, and is now lying down on his back

Rogue: I’m gonna shoot him in his balls

DM: I’m sorry.., what?

Rogue OOC: Yeah, I want the bolt to enter through his crotch, and leave through his head.

DM: Um, okay roll I guess?

Rogue: *nat 20*

DM: The arrow flies through the zombies groin and out his skull, trailing behind it the zombie’s nuts as it thuds into the wall, leaving your trophy to claim!

anonymous asked:

any good actor au's?!

I AM SO GLAD YOU BOTH ASKED FOR THIS! I have read many amazing fics from this AU! IT’S SO GOOD! The only thing I don’t like about it is that there aren’t enough fics! Enjoy!

Originally posted by shiromahou


Actor AU


all the world’s a stage by braveten, Explicit, 112k
AU where Victor is the the most famous actor in Hollywood and Yuuri is a silver medalist at this year’s GPF… and also has a huge crush on Victor. Yuuri auditions to become his skating coach for a movie with the help of Pitchit and cuteness ensues. Fun, great writing, lots of fluff, some angst, and a little bit of smut! This fic made all my AU dreams come true….

Oops, baby I love you by Inkspill, Teen, 48k (WIP)
Viktor Nikiforov won another Oscars this 2016 and Yuri’s a budding fashion designer. As much as they do love each other, their work and the almost non-existent time they have for each other led for them to break up. Everything was okay, or so they thought . Awesome actor AU!

Ptichye Moloko by lilithduvare, Melody_thysoulandthylove, Teen, 14k (WIP)
Viktor is a two time Academy Award winner actor who, while shooting a movie in Japan accidentally found a small cake shop Agape & Eros and instantly fell in love with the stunning desserts on display. He, however, did not expect to fall in love with the gorgeous but shy man who ran the shop. Love!

Cherry Blossoms by HEClementine8, Teen, 3.4k
Viktor knew he could be exceedingly dramatic at even the best of times, Yuri would testify a thousand times to that, but for once Viktor felt his thoughts had fallen pathetically short of truth. I love this fic! Bonus dancer!Yuuri <3

Cup Ramen and Orange Soda by misato, Explicit, 9.3k (WIP)
When he reaches his apartment, he unpacks the groceries and finds something written on the back of the receipt in neat, perfect handwriting. It’s a phone number and a note underneath, reading: ‘Text me! - Viktor Nikiforov’ THIS SO GOOD OMG

Putting On A Show by starshine_smile, Teen, 7.8k (WIP)
Viktor Nikiforov is a famous Russian actor, and it seems that he has all a man could want. Which is why no-one expects him to pack up and move to Detroit. Thumbs up!

here’s to the fools by MissSpock, Teen, 3.9k
The Victor Nikiforov slid his sunglasses down his nose, and Yuuri was suddenly confronted with sparkling eyes so blue he could die. Maybe he did. Maybe he’s dead and his soul had ascended to heaven. He really couldn’t tell anymore. I’m obsessed with this and I love how it’s inspired by La La Land!

Yuuri in Love by Katraa, Mature, 1.7k (WIP)
As fate would have it, today was also the day he ran into a lost dog. And as fate would have it, Yuuri returned that dog to the address on the tag, which just so happened to be the lead actor of the Play House, Viktor Nikiforov. Can’t wait for more to come!

starstruck by shizuoh, Teen, 49k (WIP)
In which yuuri is a simple barista, viktor is a famous movie star, and yuri is an 8 year old kid stuck in the middle of it. Love!

Omg but what if Nursey brought his moms together? Like, after her divorce his mom takes him to the Bronx Zoo to get some quality time with him and see his favourite animals but of course she loses track of Derek and she is panicking and trying to find park security.

Meanwhile, Derek’s crying because he fell and scraped his knee and where is his mommy? And suddenly there’s this beautiful lady who’s bending down and asking him if he’s okay and where his mommy is and when he starts crying harder she takes him by the hand to park security and makes sure his knee is okay and talks to him and by the time Derek’s mom arrives absolutely frantic he’s calmed down and is talking about how amazing and beautiful his mommy is.

And then Derek’s mum scoops him up and kisses him all over his face and tells him how worried she was and when she turns to thank the woman who found Derek?

Wow. Derek’s mum is swept off her feet.

And Derek is a smart kid when it comes to emotional stuff so he tells his mom she should ask for the lady’s number because he wants to see her again and Derek’s mum gets all flustered and the lady who helped Derek is so charmed.

And they get married a year and a half later and they always tell the story of how they met with Derek as their little Cupid and they always tell it while making soft, loving eyes at each other.

I got to the end of this and remembered that post by @hoenursey about Nursey’s mums doing a photo shoot with him as a cherub. I’m on mobile but I’ll link it later because that post is one of the best and softest things in my life.

EDIT: THIS ONE

Random One Line Prompts

- “You made me cookies?”
- “Everything we stand for ment nothing after all.”
- “You stole what?”
- “You aren’t pathetic.”
- “A dragon ate your homework?”
- “I was suppose die you dumb ass!”
- “You looked at me differently.”
- “You work at a zoo now? Neat.”
- “I’m being dead serious. I’m a vampire.”
- “I’m not pregnant!”
- “So instead of being normal, you started a revolution?”
- “You found a child?”
- “Oh c'mon you would have murdered that guy too.”
- “The stars are pretty tonight, aren’t they?”
- “You ever seen something as cool as this?”
- “You never did understand the concept of being wrong.”
- “So wait- hold up- you’re a mermaid?”
- “I thought you were dead!”
- “I know you love me and all but stop threatening the doctor.”
- “How. THE FUCK. Are you- so motherfucking tall?”
- “Did you just? You just- oh my god!”
- “Everywhere I go there is this crow! I’m telling you!”
- “ You fell in love with a vampire prince and didn’t bother to tell me?”
- “I shit you not.”
- “You? You know how to shoot a gun?”
- “My man, I am high as a kite right now.”
- “You aren’t leaving here without telling me who hurt you so I can take out a can of whoop ass and unleash it on their ass!”
- “You just kissed me.”
- “But you hate avocados.”
- “I may be a vampire but I am a vampire of the sun, not the moon.”
- “Hold up- just stop- just- what are you actually doing? It’s 2 AM!”

My self esteem has taken a huge hit since I cut off all my hair and I’m honestly so glad. I have been shattered. I got rid of something I was known for to an extent. I used my hair as a safety net. I let it define me. I relied on it a lot and I got a ton of attention for it. All the people flipping out over it telling me to grow it back just proves what a big deal it was and still is. I am forced to look at myself as a human being and decide who I am. I’m redefining myself. Some people are saying I’m being dramatic and it’s just hair or that I talk about it too much but I think it just shows how much people don’t understand. My appearance is such a huge part of my identity and it’s wrong. It’s harmful to me. I feel so much pressure to look perfect every day and if I don’t I feel like I don’t matter or I’m letting everyone down. Obviously that is so dramatic and not true at all but it’s such a weak spot for me. When people say things like “sorry you look better with long hair” or “you were prettier before” it can hurt me so bad if it’s at the wrong moment. I am so detached most of the time it really doesn’t affect me but if someone catches me in a weak moment it can get to me and bring me down. I’m tired of seeing myself for my outer shell. I’m tired of feeling scared people don’t love me anymore. As if the entire world loved me before anyway omg 🙄😑 the people who are telling me I’m not pretty anymore never loved me to begin with and I don’t want their approval or anything from them really. I need to stop caring about people who don’t know me. Everyone close to me has been SO supportive and encouraging and it’s been so fun. When I’m calm and comfortable and I look at my hair, my natural reaction is pure happiness. There is no fear, no doubt, no questions. I love my hair! If I wanna grow it out later I will but right now I do love it and want to keep it for a while. I only think about growing it out when the desire to please people starts to creep back in. Thoughts of growing it out come from a place of fear and that sucks. This entire new chapter has been about ditching fear and it genuinely has been so positive. There is the negative undercurrent of fear, yes, but it doesn’t negate the good. I want this to stop. People can and will say whatever they want but I’m doing my part to cut off all negativity. My self esteem is more important than random insensitive strangers on the internet who prefer long-haired women. There are so many accounts you can look at if you want some rapunzel chick. I can’t live for other people. Again, it’s not that they don’t love me anymore, it’s that they never did. The people that know me are so supportive because they know it’s not that big of a deal and that I am SO MUCH MORE THAN MY HAIR. But I need to remind myself of that!!!! And it’s time I show that to the world too. I have so much to share, so much I’ve created and so much that I think about and I intend to put that into the world this year. I am actually finding myself for the first time outside of my appearance. I’m seeing myself in a new light. Of course I’ve always been aware of the fact that I’m more than my looks, I consciously understand that but I can actually FEEL it now. I didn’t truly believe it before. I guess what I hope you guys can take away from this is that if people are defining you by something superficial or if YOU are, challenge that. You are more than what people say about you, what you look like, your circumstances, really anything external. You’re so much more. We have to get in touch with our value as humans, feel it, believe it, live it and SHARE it with the world. Confidence comes from knowing you are full of light and goodness and that no one can change that. I’m only sharing myself with safe people, people who know and understand me. I’m going to continue to be myself to the fullest and put myself out there but I’m no longer giving weight to what people think of my appearance. Of course it’s hard but I welcome the challenge. If I like it, that’s all that matters. My happiness is important and so is yours. So anyway I just wanted to update you guys on my life and let you know that recently I’ve been struggling with this but I’m working through it. If it seems like I’m always dealing with something, it’s because I am hahaha. That’s life when you’re in touch with your feelings, it’s not bad! It’s more challenging but WAY more fulfilling at the end of the day. I love feeling my feelings and acknowledging them and dealing with them, I didn’t always do that and my life was nowhere near as good as it is now. Overall I’m happy and very optimistic, I’m working on myself, my relationships, my music and my health and this year is already turning out to be one of the best yet, despite some bumps. Love you guys and hope this helps you understand me a little more 💜

EDIT: I wanna add on to the first thought that I’m glad my self esteem has been shattered. I wrote this in between takes while shooting a cover today and I forgot to finish that idea. I’m glad I’ve been shattered because I was building myself on a flimsy foundation. My infrastructure was so shaky and flawed, I was doing okay but I needed to be rebuilt. Those pieces of me that were clinging to other people’s opinions and approval needed to crumble so I could rebuild into a better, stronger version of myself. This is a theme in my life. Every few years, whatever pieces of me start to go in a bad direction are eventually destroyed and then I rebuild into a better version of myself haha