i enjoyed the shit out of this film

STRAP IN, YOU GUYS, BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN SCREAMING FOR SOME POST-THOR: RAGNAROK FIC AND YOU BETTER BELIEVE I’M GONNA SCREAM SOME MORE WHEN I FIND IT, BECAUSE THERE’S SOME AMAZING STUFF HERE ALREADY.

THOR: RAGNAROK FIC RECS:
home through shadows journeying by Etharei, thor/loki, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, 3.5k
   Life on the ship is a lot like being in limbo.
I Want To Be More by ValkyrieShepard, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 4.4k
   When Loki comes to visit Thor after everything’s been done, a hug leads to something more intimate.
From The Ashes by IAmJustAlways (ThirtySeven), thor/loki & valkyrie & cast, ragnarok spoilers, 4.9k wip
   His people could now fit into a single hall in a space ship, and so many of them were children. Too many young faces would grow up without Asgard even as a memory. Of Asgard’s great, famed warriors there was only he and the Valkyrie left. How many healers with Asgard’s secrets resided in this hall, broken? How many of the mighty sorcerers? He had never cared much for books and things metaphorical, but in that moment Thor was ready to weep for all the knowledge lost in Asgard’s great Library.
gage by spookykingdomstarlight, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 3.8k
   “I don’t recognize the stars here,” Thor said after a pause so long Loki had thought he wouldn’t answer, would ignore him entirely. His voice seemed caught between rocks, spit out through sharp-edged pebbles that could only do what their nature told them to do.
followed you down by homovikings, thor/loki & asgardians, ragnarok spoilers, 1.3k
   It’s Asgard but it isn’t.
Keep hoping, Keep fighting by will_thewisp, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 1.7k
   Because that’s what heroes do. Thor gives Loki that hug. Post-Ragnarok (so, SPOILERS).
put out the flames by finalizer, thor/loki & avengers, ragnarok spoilers, 7.2k
   Thor has his doubts, but he takes Loki back to Earth. Somehow, it gets easier from there.
Here and now by Chelidona (Hobbity), NSFW, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 1.9k
   Thor: Ragnarok spoilers! A missing scene for which I am sure there are already 100 fanfictions I will soon look for at the end of the movie, a scene that just begged to be expanded.
two by homovikings, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, ~1k
   They move as one.
better stop and rebuild all your ruins by ohliamylia, thor & loki, ragnarok spoilers, 1.3k
   Thor and Loki regroup. Immediate post-movie tag.
might as well be strangers (but oh, i don’t want to) by EllaYuki, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, ~1k
   as they make their way to commandeer a ship out of sakaar, loki and thor have a conversation in an elevator. (loki’s point of view during the elevator scene.)
Bookie’s post-hug fic by thebookhunter, thor/loki, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, 2.9k
   Thor has no intention to stop hugging. Fine by Loki. Like, really, *really* fine.

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Lost My Way. (Tom Holland.)

Originally posted by takemespidey

Requested – No. This is like my comeback, I’m also sorry if it sucks ass.

Prompt – Famous actor Tom Holland has been in the film industry for years now after making it big as Spiderman and he loses himself along the way.

Warning – Douchebag!Tom. Angst. Fluff at the end.  

Words – 2,097.

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The flashing lights headed towards Tom’s direction as he stood along the red carpet with his hand around his costar’s waist. He looked in her direction and noticed the smile on her face was fake. Almost everyone has a fake smile around the paparazzi and it was rare to find someone actually enjoying it. There once was a time when Tom could genuinely smile in front of cameras but that time is long gone.

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Okay so I know there has been a lot of buzz around the internet about the subject of LaFou, sexuality, and queer representation lately and now that I’ve seen the movie, I want to put in my two cents. 

If you’ve been living under a rock for the last few weeks, many people have been talking about LeFou being gay and getting a “gay moment” at the end of the film. Vanity Fair put out an article calling the character “ a touching tribute” to Howard Ashman” Many of us LGBT+ folks are obviously not happy with this character, who is literally “the fool” being a bone that’s thrown to us. Many, including myself, where infuriated by the article because not only was Ashman the man who saved Disney from bankruptcy with hits like The Little Mermaid and Beauty and the beast and the formula he created is still successfully used by Disney today, he was a gay man who died of AIDS. So you can see why many of us think calling a villainous side character a “touching tribute” is a gross cop out on Disney’s part.  On the flip side, some christian parenting groups are made because our existence is acknowledged in anyway, even if the representation is bad. A theater in Alabama even refused to carry the film. Needless to say, many people had lots of opinions. 

All that being said, I’m not here to preach to the choir, nor am I here to argue with anyone about whether of not LGBT+ people are are “appropriate” for a disney movie( hint hint we are) I really want to talk straight people who don’t get why LGBT+ people are upset. I need to share my personal experience with the movie to maybe help some people understand. I know I can only speak for myself, but here it is.

I’ll start off by saying, overall, I enjoyed the shit out of this movie. Beauty and the Beast was one of my favorite films as a child. I knew all the songs, I was Belle for multiple halloweens. I loved the over the top, Rogers -and -Hammerstien esque feel of the remake, i liked the bright colors, the songs and grumpy clock Ian McKellan. I want to get lost in how much I loved it. But every time LaFou came on screen, he was like a fly in the ointment, the irritating itch that kept me from enjoying this ridiculous spectacle for exactly what it was, because every LaFou scene was a gay joke.His mannerisms were carefully an explicitly coded to be recognized as those of a gay man, which are not a bad thing on their own but they were played for laughs and combined with a comic, pining-induced subservience to Gaston. He’s hangs on Gaston’s every word, he tells the girls no to waste their breath, he soothes Gaston’s temper. He’s a joke, one we have seen many times before, a weasely ,queer-coded villain. It’s supposed to be funny to us because we know this silly gay man is NEVER going to have his affections returned and all his work if for not.( ie he’s making a fool of himself, so he’s aptly named)  It’s something you get used to when you’re queer and grow up watching Disney films though, so for the most part, I rolled my eyes and tried to enjoy the scenery. 

Until Gaston’s song started.

Now let me start by saying, that has ALWAYS been my favorite song in the film. I have a very naturally loud voice that carries and as a kid I loved to belt the shit out of it when it came on our Disney’s greatest hits CD. It drove my sister crazy on car trips. It’s so silly and it’s poking fun at this hyper masculine douche bag you’re not supposed to like. Luke Evans had been killing it up to that point and I was so jazzed about it. 

And then, we get LaFou, lounging on Gaston’s chair, gazing at him longingly. Gaston looks at him and asks why the girls to love him and LaFou sighs dramatically, like the comedic stereotype they have set him up to be, and says he hears he’s been clingy.

And everyone in the theater laughs. 

Everyone but me. 

Because in that moment, everything snaps into alarming clarity. I am no longer immersed in the nostalgic euphoria of an actor I love about to preform a cherished piece of my childhood. 

I am a joke and everyone it laughing at me. 

Because that’s what it feels like, when you see someone like you splashed on the screen and their feelings being the thing that makes them laughable. When there mannerism that are directly coded to read GAY PEOPLE are the joke. You see the thing about sterotypes is, some of use have those traits. I am clingy as hell, a joke often made about wlw, which I am. I know effeminate gay men. I know people who have fallen in love with straight people. None of those things are inherently bad or make you a bad or shallow person  but somewhere along the way, straight people decided they made us wrong and decided to use those things against us and turn it into a joke. People in the theater were laughing about LaFou’s pining for Gaston, while I had lost friends because I was queer and some women don’t want to be friends with you if they think you’re going to fall in love with them. The rub of knowing this was a conscious choice on the part of the filmmakers. Why not have Cogsworth rush into the arms of a long lost husband, instead of Mrs. Potts? You can’t tell me Sir Ian wouldn’t have been all for that. You had two promient gay actors in this film, which was scored by a gay man and the best you could come up with the villain’s side kick who’s name means fool? Really?

And adding insult to injury, it wasn’t LaFou as a person that was the fool, his gayness MADE him the fool in the context of the film. It was his pining for Gaston, to try and impress him, that was played to make him look foolish. Do you know what that says to people? That being gay makes you a fool, it makes you a joke. I’m 27, I’ve learned how to pack that shit up and process later, but what if I had been 16? 10? What does that say to gay parents, sitting in the audience watching their child laugh because social cues tell them this thing is funny and you should laugh? What LaFou really says to LGBT+ people, to gay men especially, is that you are good enough to put in the labor, to make this beautiful thing(Ian McKellan and Luke Evans did great work as Cogsworth and Gaston and without Howard Ashman, there would be no beauty and the Beast.), but you are not good enough to be well represented in it. 

So straight Disney fans, before you feel the need to tell us why we are “making something out of nothing” or that we should be “glad” for what we get, or that his half assed “redemption” arc or a single moment of him touching another man made it all better,  I need you to imagine sitting in a theater, and knowing everyone is laughing at you. Laughing at who you are, at the struggles you deal with. Imagine the things that have shaped you being watered down and played for comedy before you tell me what is or isn’t good queer representation. 

Bed Linen and love.

Ok! So this is my first ever piece! It’s for Fionn! But if anyone wants Harry, hit me up! Also I am open for Fionn or Harry talks! Fill up my ask! 💕 Anyway! I hope you enjoy and it isn’t shit, haha!

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“Oh! Cut it out, Fionn!” She playfully yelled as a giggle ripped through her. She was trying to change the sheets on the bed in her small, London apartment and he was making it quite the task.

Fionn and Y/N had not seen each other for a few weeks as he’d been absent, traveling the globe to promote his new film, Dunkirk. When he finally returned the evening before not a whole lot was said; nothing needed to be said. They had missed each other and they just wanted to show that. A passionate kiss was shared in the entrance of her hallway and soon enough they were between her sheets.

As she now tried to clean up the clothes scattered around the room and the sheets that desperately needed a wash, Fionn had decided to make it impossible. As she attempted to put the top sheet on the bed, he quickly flung himself onto the mattress, sprawling his limbs and giggling cheekily.
“Fionn!” She said exasperatedly with the hint of a smile.

“Awh, come on, love! I’m just having some fun! I missed riling you up!” He said through smile. He perched himself up on his knees by the edge of the mattress and pulled her body into his.

“You can clean tomorrow,” he mumbled softly as he leaned in pressing his lips to a tender part of her neck. He watched the sheet slip from her fingertips and smirked to himself, “Or the next day…” he continued, “Or just whenever I am not here and perfectly able to make love to you,” he finished and then successfully pulled her down onto the mattress.

She let out a loud sigh but then smiled, “I missed you, Fionn Whitehead, but I did not miss you disrupting my days with your sexual needs,” she said while she giggled. They both knew she was lying; she adored the way he flipped her schedule upside down.

“Mm!” He hummed with a raised eyebrow, “I’ll keep that in mind for when you’re moaning your little head off in about 20 minutes,” he said before he pressed his lips softly to her chin and then made his way up her jaw.

She closed her eyes and smiled while bringing a hand to his hair, “I’ll do the sheets later,” she said through a content moan.

He lets out a small chuckle against the skin of her neck, “Finally got ya,” he said and then kissed her lips sweetly.

“Fionn, you had me since the day we met.”

What Kind Of Affection Would NCT Do? Yuta

Yuta 

  • Kisses. Lots of them. 
  • More into kissing than hugging 
  • On your cheek when you were in a more public place 
  • On your forehead when you were tired or sad 
  • On your nose when he was being playful 
  • On your lips, long and passionate or short and sweet 
  • Sometimes teasing, just kissing around your lips but not actually on them 
  • Then smiling and giving you a peck like the little shit he is 
  • I feel like he would enjoy cuddlling sometimes though 
  • When you had inside date nights just watching a film he’d do the slick thing and fake a yawn just to put his arm round you 
  • Would enjoy just having an arm round you 
  • Maybe when you were out with him he’d enjoy casually putting an arm round your shoulders 
  • Just enjoys holding you lightly 
  • So he can pull you in closer 
  • Or reassuringly squeeze you every so often 
  • Type to get clingy sometimes though 
  • Would just constantly have his arms round you 
  • Wanting you to hug him back 
  • Rubbing his hands up and down your back and smiling at you 
  • If you had time he’d want to pull you onto a sofa, or chair, or even your bed 
  • And just lie down with you, running his hands along your arm on something, just to feel your close to him 
  • A lowkey sap but also loves to tease you, basically.

Originally posted by yuseols

Head over Heels

summary: Y/n doesn’t have a date for prom, neither does Johnathan

pairing: Johnathan x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, mentions of smut, self doubt

words: 972

A/N: Never written for Stranger things! Also first fic that isn’t Supernatural. I have very little knowledge of prom in america so don’t kill me. This was kinda inspired by Shane Dawson’s short film so enjoy!

f/c= favourite colour

Originally posted by spdrparker

Oh prom. It’s meant to be the night where you get wasted, go crazy and lose your v card. 

Y/n wasn’t that interested. Dancing in a room full of people who bullied her and beat the shit out of her? No thank you. She didn’t even have a date. Though most people her age wanted to make out and bang when their parents aren’t home. Not Y/n’s thing. 

~~~~~~

Y/n stood in the dressing room of a dress shop. She stood in her underwear looking down at the pretty (f/c) dress in her hands hoping it would fit. 

After putting it on and trying not to rip it she walked out of the dressing room where she met her best friends Nancy and Barbara. Her mother was there as well. They all gushed and awed at the beautiful young woman in front of them. “Oh honey you look amazing,” exclaimed her mother who looked more excited than Y/n herself. She had a face of boredom . She couldn’t care less about one stupid night of ‘fun’. She’d rather stay at home and draw/paint. 

“You should try the heels on next!” Barbara squealed. Y/n groaned.

~~~~~~~~~~

“So, you got a date yet?” Nancy asked as the trio walked down the halls of their school. “No. I think I’ll just go alone.” Y/n replied. “No? That’s just sad! We need to get you a date!” Barbara said getting excited. “Well prom’s in two days and I think everyone has a date by now.”

Johnathan was opening his locker when he heard the voice of Y/n. She doesn’t have a date he thought. I could take her! This could be my chance! He looked over at the trio who stopped at Y/n’s locker. Barbara and Nancy walked off, presumably to get to their lockers. They waved to each other. 

Johnathan stared at the girl. Just go up to her and ask. He strolled up to the girl. When he was about to open his mouth she turned to look at him. “Can I help you, John?”  He was at a loss for words. She was so beautiful. “I-I uh….” He looked down at his feet, blushing. “I was wondering if-uh if you wanted to-” 

“yes,” she whispered. He looked up at her. “Whah?” He questioned, baffled. “I’ll go to prom with you,” Johnathan smiled wide. “Really?” The girl smiled and nodded.

“I’ll uh- give you my address,” he said pulling a note pad from his bag and scribbling an address onto it. He ripped it and gave it to her. 

“I’ll see you in two days then,” she said smiling once more and turning around. 

~~~~~~~

Y/n stared at the stunning girl in the mirror. She wanted to cry. Y/n didn’t know why. She wasn’t sad. She just felt like falling to her knees and sobbing. Y/n let one tear slip out of her eye. She expected more but they never came. C’mon the boy you like is taking you to prom! Woman up and put a smile on that face!

~~~~~~~

Arriving at the Byers house Y/n got nervous. What if he didn’t want to go? What if he stands me up? 

Y/n knocked on the door of the small house. A young boy answered the door. He had brown eyes and hair similar to Johnathan. Must be his brother. She smiled down at him. “Is that her?” a young male voice called. Suddenly three other young boys and a girl with a shave head were standing at the door. “Woah! she’s hot!” one of the boys said. He had curly hair and seemed to be missing his two front teeth. “Calm down Dustin, you’re not taking her to the prom,” Nancy’s brother Mike stated. She had seen these kids before at Nancy’s but never conversed with them. 

“Is that her?” a mature female voice questioned. “Let her in!” Johnathan’s brother opened the door wider and Y/n stepped in. “Oh honey you look beautiful,” Johnathan’s mother said. She stuck her hand out, “I’m Joyce. John’ll be ready soon. Do you want anything? like a drink or a-”  

Johnathan stepped into the room wearing a tuxedo. “Holy-! I mean- you look incredible Y/n” Johnathan said in awe of the woman in front of him. “You look great too,” Y/n said nerves slowly fading. Johnathan walked up to her and stuck his arm out. “Let’s go hang out with a bunch of people we hate.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Prom was nice. Not as bad as Y/n thought but still pretty bad. Everyone was dancing to pop music blaring from large speakers. Johnathan sighed, “Why did we come here?” Y/n looked up at him. Innocence in her eyes, “I have no fucking idea.” Johnathan smiled. “Hey what if-”  Y/n looked over to where people were dancing. The music slowed down. The sound of piano keys filled the room. 

“I love this song,” she whispered. Johnathan saw the adoration in her eyes. He pulled her close to his chest and slid his arm at the small of the pretty girl’s back and took her hand. 

I try to be clear but you see right through me, 

I want you near but you’re miles away.

The two clueless teens swayed to the beat of the music.

I may seem brave,

but I’m weak in my knees

They looked deep into each others eyes. kiss her

swaying right, stumble left,

All I know is that I’m

Head over Heels for you

They leaned their faces close, lips barely touching. 

Head over Heels for you

Lips locking they closed their eyes. It was perfect. A perfect moment.

~~~~~~

Stumbling into their hotel room they sat on the bed, foreheads touching. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” Y/n whispered. Their eyes met. “I do.”

Head over Heels for you

There are honestly some extremely hilarious moments in The Final Problem. And I don’t mean that in a “I’m making fun of this show” kind of way, but in a “they made a joke and they nailed it” kind of way. I know The Final Problem is fake so it’s easier to laugh along with it, so there’s that. The fact Mycroft has an umbrella that’s also a sword that’s also a gun is so, so funny. Mycroft mouthing the words to a dramatic and sexy film noir is so, so funny. “He talked me out of Lady Bracknell.  This could have been very different.” When John and Mycroft stripped two fisherman naked so Mycroft could try on various costume sizes, I mean, come on, that shit is funny. Have you seen Martin Freeman’s face contort as he jumps through the firey Baker Street window? Hilarious. Sherlock’s Pirate slo-mo jump? Fantastic. Moriarty shaking his hips to Queen. Moriarty attempting street speak. Mycroft vomiting unexpectedly. I watched this episode yesterday after months of avoiding it and I found I seriously enjoyed myself. I cackled outloud at parts. I couldn’t help myself, the show is funny. And I seriously regret hating on it and avoiding it earlier in the year. 

Sure, this time around I was at war with myself because my intuitive self couldn’t let go of the “elephant glass”, the “human experimentation from the perspective of lab rats”, the “patience grenade”, the “countdown is only for me”, and “emotional context” which is the actual meat of this show and the extremely gripping James Bond/Saw parody which entertained the basic part of myself. 

But make no mistake, The Final Problem is hilarious, full of information, and I love it. If only I could quell the instinctual rage that boils in my heart whenever series 4 comes on, that would be a huge help to understanding what we’re actually looking at. 

WTF IS WITH THE 'READY PLAYER ONE' MOVIE

I’m getting super salty with this movie. I was SO excited to have this book being made into a film. It’s one of my favorites and I’ve read it several times over by now and super enjoy listening to Will Wheaton read it.

But with everything that’s coming out for this movie, I’m getting more and more annoyed.

First: Wade Watts. In the real world Wade starts the book as a pimply overweight dweeb who hides in his van to get shit done. The kid who plays him has not once been shown as this. Now I can kind of get over this because it’s Hollywood and the vast majority of try book is spent in the OASIS where Wade isn’t an overweight, pimply dweeb. So I’m salty about this. But I can kinda deal.

Second: WHERE IN THE BOOK IS THERE A GODDAMN CAR CHASE (see SDCC trailer that I can’t link to because I’m on mobile) No but for realz. No where in the book is there a car chase. Is the actual plot too boring for Spielberg? Like seriously. Could you, the GOD of Hollywood Film, not get the rights for the the various video games and films that get name dropped left and right throughout the book?

Three: This is so specific to the trailer. Why can’t we see the avatars we actually care about? Where are Parzival, Art3mis, Aech, Shoto and Daito? I could have cared less about the fight scenes, the non-existent car chase. I know nothing about the plot from this trailer.

Four: I’m amazingly worried about Ar3mis not being slightly plump and that’s a huge point in the book and I can’t help but be worried that they’re going to Hollywood Skinny her and everyone else.

Okay. Now before you all get pissy with me, I do know the Ernest Cline had a hand in writing the screenplay. I am aware of that.

But so far, the only thing that makes me super happy is the casting of Aech. She will be played by Lena Waithe and I’m THRILLED.

That said, I’m not happy. I’m super salty. And I needed to rant.

If you were a Gillovny fan in 2015 and early 2016…

then you should consider yourself lucky. I mean, the amount of entertainment we’ve managed to get from this very niche fandom is unreal. 

For example, The Cutting Room? I remember waking up in the morning at 4:30am for work and casually checking Twitter. All I saw was mass chaos. I still wasn’t able to find any video at that time, but do you guys remember the chaos over the kisses? How fun was that?! And then the video came out and I remember my second-hand embarrassment for Gillian until she really got into it. David looked like he was loving every second. We thought for sure Gillovny was confirmed right there. We never thought we’d experience such a golden nugget! How exciting was that?! Then David goes on the radio to say how special it was for him to have her there. Total fandom freakout! Not to mention his interview where he said, “I don’t see it happening but I’ve been wrong before” in regards to if he’d ever see him and Gillian dating.

Then we had the excitement of all of the photos they tweeted that summer during filming? It seemed like they were thoroughly enjoying every day together and we were all confident that eventually bits and pieces would spill to us in the form of stories, first-hand accounts and photos. And they did. 

Then NYCC. I mean, everyone remembers where they were when her tweet came out: “Miss you guys. Especially one of you.” I know I lost my shit. I mean, if you really think about that, it seemed so sincere. So private. Again, we thought she was confirming them. And in a lot of people’s minds still, that’s why they believe Gillovny was real - that single tweet. We’re so lucky to have that, you guys. Sure, she could’ve been trolling but to so many of us something about it just rang different than so many of her other tweets.

But the best was still yet to come.

Press week? Like seriously. I lost a full 10lbs of my baby weight that week. I forgot to eat, ffs. There were so many gems. We were a complete mess. Who remembers staying up ALL NIGHT because of her appearance on James Corden? I mean. I remember getting up to nurse my baby and checking my phone to a complete MELTDOWN in the fandom because she had shown her phone and all of those photos of her and David on the bed! That was unbelievable. We all turned into super spies, trying to analyze what the fresh hell was going on in them. Then there was, “be still my heart”, the golden globe photo on the hotel bed with David’s feet in the photo, “wear something nice for me” and “I’ll take it any way I can get it!”, the bed photos, Mr. & Mrs. Petrie 15 years later, “thanks for a fun ride david duchovny. Till next time xxx”. Jimmy Kimmel…nothing compares. Making out on the table, ass grabbing, and not to mention the couch hand-holding and eye-fucking. Then the red carpet. I mean. Pantsuits being “so cute”, “tiny waist”, asking in front of the cameras if he ever got with any of the girls in the hallway. The week was epic. We’re so lucky. 

Then we got the behind the scenes nuggets. How excited David was to see her sex scene, “Cute on the bed there”, “mmmm” while she watches him display his masculine skill, “I’m also looking at your tight pants”. 

What about WWHL? I managed to get that to stream SECONDS before it started. I watched it with earphones in while my husband sat beside me watching TV. I literally LOST MY FUCKING SHIT when Andy asked her if a relationship with David is ever a possibility. LOST IT. Her lack of an answer, I mean, that to me was HUGE. Her rating his kiss an 8. God. I loved that interview as awkward as it was.

Then he shows up at Streetcar. I was putting my kids to bed and my phone started blowing up with messages. When I checked it I had a message from a twitter friend, “stop mothering! David is at Streetcar!” LOL. I’ll never forget how much fun we had all night sitting around waiting for tidbits about his every reaction to her performance. That was so much fun.

Another was after David’s concert when he said, “Nate’s the single guy”, and passed the underwear to his bandmate. Guys. Do you even remember the amount of posts where the only line was, “Nate’s the single guy” sprawled across your dash?! It was a fucking celebration. 

The Mann photoshoot getting leaked? Yeah, sucked for the guy, but holy good fuckers did we have a good day with those photos at first! It was like we’d come across a goldmine, and I guess, in a way we did. That kind of thing doesn’t happen often for us…but guys, that day it did. We were never supposed to see those photos. We were lucky. 

Of course, there was so much more, but I mean, let’s be thankful because we were so lucky to have these amazing moments in our very peculiar fandom. One thing that remains the same each time something “gillovny happens” is the excitement and the crazy when we lose our collective shit. It’s what I enjoy the most about this group of people. And I even though we’re going through the worst-case scenario, I still feel very lucky that I was able to get so much excitement and entertainment from all of those moments, and from all of you.

ALSO I AM FUCKIN SICK OF SEEING YALLS TRANSPHOBIC ASSES ON MY DASH TRASHING THE TRANS PETER HEADCANON. Bruh do y'all even know what headcanon means??? It literally means in your head. Made up. Imaginarily canon, as in of course it’s not literally laid out in the film, but people can interpret a fictional character however they fuckin want. If someone is trans and has a hard time finding a trans character they can relate to, and supports the headcanon, then why do you have to shit on that? Hoe you have cis characters you can relate to or crush on, let people enjoy things GOD DAMN. PETER IS A  F I C T I O N A L CHARACTER. FICTIONAL. AS IN NOT REAL. WHY DOES IT FUCKIN MATTER IF SOMEONE INTERPRETS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER A CERTAIN WAY. Peter Parker isn’t real, cis Peter Parker isn’t real, and trans Peter Parker isn’t real, so why the fuck do you have to shit on someone’s excitement or connection with a character. 

Swerve X Reader – A Human Crewmate - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 – Movie Night

A/N – Based on a lot of @rocksinmuffin head-canons so extra special thanks to them for that. Sorry this one was late, I’m having my own troubles in what could possibly be the worst feeling ever; I hate having a crush.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T


Once again, Swerve found himself unable to concentrate. He was supposed to be serving energon but his optics kept travelling to the door. You said you’d visit today so why weren’t you there? He had something important to ask and he didn’t want to wait any longer.

Besides that, he was panicking. There were millions of things that could go wrong for a human on a large ship like this. What if you were lost? Were you injured? Was someone being rude to you? Would anybody be horrible enough to hurt you? Or was it much simpler than that? Was it possible you just didn’t want to see Swerve again? Was he too inadequate to earn your attention? Perhaps he wasn’t-

The depressive thoughts ended the second you stepped into the bar; you were being careful not to get underfoot of any bots. Swerve grinned stupidly, all too aware he couldn’t help it; you’d kept your promise and come to him. He resisted the urge to jump the counter and carry you to safety; so far, you were managing fine on your own and even some of the more overcharged mechs were being mindful of their step. Evidently, you didn’t need assistance getting up onto the counter top because you managed to get up with some rocket powered boots which had probably been provided by Brainstorm or someone of his calibre.

“Hey Swerve,” You grinned, plonking yourself down in front of him.

Swerve nodded at you, attempting to appear more composed than he was feeling. “Remember,” he told himself, “Just a hot alien babe… no need to be weird.

He offered you a bottle of water, commending himself for not spilling it. You thanked him before slipping back into the comfortable rapport you’d shared the night before.

“I’ve gotta say though, Earth has the best movies,” Swerve concluded after about an hour.

“Oh yeah? Any favourites?”

“Too many to list but if somebody had a gun to my head, Back to the Future, servos down.”

“Nice choice.”

“You like that one?”

“Are you kidding me? I love that film. ‘When this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you’re gonna see some serious shit,’” You impersonated Doc, giggling shortly after.

Swerve stared, wide eyed, his processor almost frying as he tried in vain to regain his composure. He’d learnt something about you, not about Earth but actually about you; it may not have been the most personal fact in the world but he was the first bot on the Lost Light to find out something you liked, even something as simple as a film you enjoyed.

“R-right, yeah, g-great impression,” he cursed himself for stumbling over his words.

Excusing himself to serve a customer, Swerve collected his thoughts. He was building up the courage to ask you out, not on a date, just to a quiet night in his hab-suite with a movie, where no other bots would interrupt.

With a determined nod, Swerve came back to you, “Hey (Y/N), today I close early for movie night, you wanna come?”

“Movie night,” Your eyes lit up animatedly, “Sure, who else is coming?”

Swerve faltered, “O-oh, um- You know, whoever can make it,” he lied, telling himself that he would simply say the others were busy if you asked.

“Sounds great.” You stood up, surveyed the bar and cupped your hands around your mouth, “HEY RODIMUS, YOU IN FOR MOVIE NIGHT AT SWERVE’S?”

“WHAT WOULD MOVIE NIGHT BE WITHOUT ME?” Rodimus yelled back obnoxiously.

You gave him a thumbs up, “CHROMEDOME? REWIND? WHAT ABOUT YOU?”

The two bots raised a glass in your direction. Soon enough, the whole room was shouting across to one-another, everyone using their private comm-links to invite yet more bots; the meeting place was even moved to one of the relaxation rooms to compensate for the extra mechs.

Swerve observed the chaos upset but unable to do anything. As the bizarre scenario unfolded, he wondered why he felt so despondent, after all, he didn’t have a crush on you; or so he kept telling himself.


The atmosphere in the relaxation room was far from relaxed. Everywhere you looked, mechs were bubbling with excitement, chatting to each other in their groups, finding comfy spaces in the impromptu theatre, sharing energon snacks, and giving the feeling of all round general merriment. Of all bots, you were surprised to see Rung there, though upon further reflection you supposed he was there to keep an eye on you rather than watch the film. You hovered at the door uneasily as several mechs, all in different spaces, waved at you to come and sit with them. Being friends with all of them didn’t help, you couldn’t decide who to sit with.

You were doing a silly rhyme in your head to decide, one you’d known from childhood when Whirl grabbed you from behind, holding you high above his head and making you groan in pain from the pressure.

“Whirl,” Rung reprimanded, barely audible even in his anger, “(Y/N) isn’t a toy, you can’t pick her up like that, she could be hurt.”

“The flesh stick’s fine,” Whirl argued petulantly but loosening his grip all the same, “Right meat bag?”

You fought to sit up correctly, rubbing bruised ribs, “S-sure, just a little ruffled.”

“See, I told you… stupid eyebrows,” he muttered under his breath. “Oh, and did I mention, she’s sitting with me!”

You didn’t care to argue as sitting with Whirl did solve the previous predicament, not to mention, Rung had told you in confidence that your presence aboard the ship seemed to calm Whirl to some extent. All the same, you seemed to notice Swerve sag slightly in the corner of the room, or perhaps it was merely your imagination.

After a few more disputes, and seat shuffling the film finally started. You laughed along with the crew as a young Eddie Murphey got into many daring and fun escapades as Axel Foley in Beverly Hills Cop. It felt good to fit in again; you were no longer a human or an alien, you were an audience member, conversing with everyone else about the events on screen.

Little did you know, Swerve wasn’t watching the film, he was watching you and unbeknownst to him, Rung’s observant gaze saw everything. Rung saw the slump in Swerve’s frame, the melancholy sighs, the longing gaze of his optics; everything was starting to fit into place.

After the film was over, Rung waited for most of the crowd to disperse before motioning Swerve to join him.

“Something wrong?” Swerve asked, plastering his usual, confident smile on.

“If you don’t mind Swerve, I’d like to speak to you in my office tonight,” Rung requested.

“Is this about Magnus because I swear, I never spiked that energon.”

“No, this is of a more… delicate matter, one concerning (Y/N).”

Swerve swallowed uncomfortably, he’d been subtle, right? It was probably nothing, Rung was always concerned over one thing or another; Swerve was sure he’d be just fine, if not placed under too much scrutiny, besides, there was nothing to tell, he didn’t have a crush on you, right?

anonymous asked:

The first time i saw that video, i was blushing so hard. At the beginning when jk started filming chim it was just cute and fun and it made me smile a lot, but as time passed and he just kept on filming jm and jm and jm i got so embarrassed, like i was intruding on something personal and i wasn't supposed to see it. It was just so raw and in a way, shameless how jk continued filming him. Idk, filming someone like that feels so personal, i couldn't do it to my friends, it makes you... vulnerable?

Yes, totally. I don’t even cringe that much at soft things and displays of affection but I had to watch it 3 times before really enjoying Jungkook’s amazing work cause I was that much affected by it. Imagine Jimin’s reaction watching it, even himself was not expecting to see so much of, well, himself.
(It was edited like those het mvs where the guy’s supposedly behind the camera filming his girl while she’s acting like holding the camera guy’s hand and shit but!) neither of them were acting, this was their raw, real self jimin’s smiles and just enjoying himself and jungkook’s presence without knowing he was gonna make a video out of it.
And to think that Jungkook probably chose the less intimate moments, i’m not talking about nasty shipping things at all, but just moments that he judged suitable for a public video. When clearly this was intimate enough for me to feel like a whole third wheel. Just wow

“Better Hands” - Part 3

“Better Hands” - Part 3

( Part 1 / Part 2 )

My Masterlist - Here

Leonard “Bones” McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 2473

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Talk of Abuse, Mentions of Abusive Ex, Cursing, Talk of Injuries,

Summary: After being in an abusive relationship, you have been able to turn your life around thanks to the help of the team. But when you have to go back to your ex for some of your things, some shit goes down.

Originally posted by urban-trek-thru-middle-earth

Author’s Note: So this is my first Star Trek piece and I’m super fuckin nervous about it. I’m not a huge Trekkie, but I am a fan of the newer films. Those are what I base my fics off of unless stated otherwise. But yeah, I hope you enjoy!

Special shout outs to @goodnightwife and @the-witching-hours12-3 for beta reading and being helpful during my hiatus. <3 Please go check out their works!

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

<3

- DreaSaurusREX

Tags: @goodnightwife @the-witching-hours12-3 @theeactress @feelmyroarrrr


Waking up in bed with Leonard always made you smile. You weren’t a morning person, but if you woke up to the love of your life every morning, you could start to really enjoy them. His warmth, his protective, comforting hold on you, even his voice before bed or when just waking up. You loved everything about it. But something was off this morning.

You were laying on your side and he was behind you with his hand gently on your hip instead of tightly wrapped around you. You realized that it was probably because he was worried about putting too much pressure on your wounds. Thank god he let you take some sort of sedative to help you sleep through the pain. There was no way you could have slept well without it last night; the pain from the bruises and cuts plus the new stitches made it difficult to get comfy.

Intertwining your fingers with his, he started to stir awake. You tried to turn around to face him, but instead flinched from a sharp pain in your shoulder. As soon as he heard you hiss in pain, Leonard was sitting up and worried. You tried to lay on your back, to just grab his hand, and tell him that you were fine.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. Just kind of forgot about everything. I wanted to see your face.” You managed to chuckle and smile through the pain. Leonard chuckled along with you before kissing you softly as if he was afraid of hurting you more. He pulls away, but you  pout playfully. Leonard gives you a confused look.

“What’s wrong, darlin’?”

“What the hell was that ?” He looks at you with a growing smile, he starts to lean down while you rest your hand at the base of his neck and run your fingers through his hair. The kiss becomes a bit more heated and you both forget about your injuries for a minute. It wasn’t until Leonard tried to snake his hand around your back that you were reminded . His hand had hit a  sensitive bruise on the back of your ribs, causing you to arch away from his touch and quickly pull away from his lips. Leonard started to apologize.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart! I guess I got lost in the moment. I–” You cut him off with another short kiss before pulling back and responding.

“It’s fine. I’m fine. I’ll survive.” You tried your best to smile. He looks at you like he didn’t believe you 100%.

“I know you will survive. You’re a fighter.” He kisses you one more time before getting up from the bed. “Now, you stay there. I’m gonna make us some breakfast and bring it back in here.” You start to shift yourself to an upright position when Leonard turns around in the doorway and points his finger “I mean it, (Y/N). Stay.”

But of course you don’t listen.

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Movie Night

Hey guys! This is my first request from the prompt list and I’m excited as hell about it. Hope you enjoy! 

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Requested: Yes 

Anonymous Requested: can I request something with either George or Fred with the numbers 2 and 16 from the prompt list? thank you sm

Prompts: 2. Can i hold your hand
               16. Is it gone?

Warnings: Swearing, basic horror movie descriptions (Halloween) 


Movie night. Oh man, were you excited, especially since it was your turn to pick the movies. Fred, your roommate, was probably going to flip his shit when he saw that all the movies you’d picked were horror. You always had a special place in your heart for slasher films, even when you were a kid. Around nine, you began making popcorn and trying to figure out how to tell Fred that you guys were watching horror movies. You knew that it wasn’t going to go well, but you were an asshole and you’d watched them with or without him. 

“Hey, Freddie,” You said, plopping down next to him and offering him the bowl. 

“What’s on the list for tonight?” He asked, smiling. You grinned sweetly at him and his face paled a little. 

“Just a few of my old slasher movies, you don’t mind right?” You said. He blinked at you then shook his head. 

You popped in the first movie. Halloween. A classic and one of your personal favorites. Smiling around a fistful of popcorn, you laid back against the couch and threw your legs over Fred’s lap. You flicked off the lamp, leaving the room dark, save for the eerie light coming from the television. Ah, yes, this brought back memories of Halloween night with your friends back home. As the movie started, you could feel his legs tense beneath yours. You decided to ignore it for the moment. Surprisingly, everything was going off well until the death of Judith Myers approached.

“Here we go,” You whispered, grinning. Halloween wasn’t exactly scary, though it might have been when it came out; it was really just full of bad special effects and worse acting. 

“Great,” Fred muttered. His eyes were glued to the screen and wide as though he was terrified. 

Finally, Judith Myers met her untimely end. Stabbed in the chest. Fred jumped, gripping the leg of your pajama pants like a lifeline. You felt a little bad, not bad enough to stop the movie, but bad all the same. It wasn’t long before the next death came up, Lester. You placed your hand on Fred’s shoulder. 

“Merlin, (Y/N), how do you watch these?” He asked. He flinched away from the screen. 

“Easily. Why?” You asked, giggling.

“Never. I meant that it’s so bad I wonder…” He cut himself off with a sharp intake of breath as Lester was strangled. You almost laughed at the face Fred was making. 

“You good?” You asked. He swallowed hard and nodded. Just before Annie Brackett’s throat was slit, Fred nudged you. Without looking away from the screen, you offered him the, mostly empty, popcorn bowl. He pushed it down, nudging you again. 

“(Y/N),” He whispered. You shushed him, waving a hand at him vaguely. 

“Not now,” You said. 

“(Y/N),” He whispered again, hitting pause. You looked over at him, completely white with terror. 

“Yeah? You asked. He played with the hem of your pant leg for a moment before turning his eyes on you. 

“Can I hold your hand?” He asked, shyly. 

“Are you scared, Mr. Weasley?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. He shot you an offended look. 

“Never. I just don’t want you to be, Miss (L/N),” He said, indignantly. You snorted a laugh, swiping the remote from his hand. God you were being such a dick tonight. The worst part was that you didn’t feel bad. 

“I’m doing just fine, thank you,” You said, hitting play. Fred scrambled for the remote and hit pause again. By the time he got the movie to pause, he was practically in your lap. You smiled at him. 

“Yes?” Sighing, he sat back up and fidgeted with his fingers for a few seconds. 

“Alright, you got me, I’m scared. Can I please hold your hand?” He asked. You took his hand in your own, giving it a light squeeze. 

“There.” As it turns out, Fred was completely terrified of the killer. He thought the mask was the creepiest thing he’d ever seen. Whenever you got a good look at him, Fred would clamp his eyes shut. You almost laughed every time you saw it. It wasn’t often that you got to see him any way other than his boisterous self. When it was over, you leaned back and flipped on the light. He still didn’t open his eyes. 

“Is it gone?” He asked. You bit your lip to stifle a laugh. 

“If your refering to the movie being over, yes,” You chuckled. He cracked an eye open to look at you. 

“You are the worst person I know,” He said. A bark of a laugh echoed through your apartment. For someone that enjoyed scaring the shit out of other people, he was a real baby about being scared. 

“So, you can dish it out, but you can’t take it?” You laughed, wiping away a tear. 

“You know I don’t like horror films.” You rolled your eyes. 

“And I don’t like having a firecracker thrown in the shower with me, but that doesn’t seem to stop you,” You said. 

“Fair point,” He responded. Standing up, you stretched and headed for your bedroom. You didn’t get very far before you were tugged back to the couch, where Fred still had ahold of your hand. 

“I’m going to bed,” You stated, prying your fingers out of his grip. For a second, he looked panicked. 

“Night, shortcake,” He said shakily as you headed for your bedroom again. Not five minutes later, light spilled onto your face from a crack in the door. If you kept your eyes closed, maybe it would go away. 

It didn’t. 

Sighing, you sat up and saw Fred standing in your door way looking rather awkward. You blinked, trying to get your eyes used to the light again. Calmly, you swung your legs out of bed and walked over to him. The ginger stared down at you with a playful smile on his lips. Only he could be scared shitless and still have that dumb grin. You admired that though. 

“C’mon,” You said, leading him to your bed by his sleeve. The door closed softly behind him. 

“Oh, (Y/N), how forward of you,” He laughed. You took note of the fact that there was still an edge to his voice. You slipped into bed, patting the empty space next to you. 

“Well, now you’ll finally be able to say you’ve slept with a girl,” You taunted with a smirk. He raised a hand to his chest in mock offence, but laid down next to you. It was quiet for a minute. 

“Thanks,” He said. You patted his cheek. 

“This is the least I could do after I freaked you out so bad.” He pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your hair. You nuzzled your nose into his chest. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this was your way of getting me in your bed,” He teased. You rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see it. 

“If I wanted you that bad I would have just asked. We both know you wouldn’t kick me outta bed,” You said, wiggling your hips slightly. 

“True,” He said. It was quiet for another minute. 

“Hey, Fred.” He rested his chin on your head. 

“Yeah?” He asked. 

“You wanna watch some more slasher movies tomorrow?” You asked. He chuckled softly; the sound sent a small shock through your body. 

“Why would I wanna do that?” You laughed quietly.

“Let me rephrase, you wanna come sleep with me again tomorrow?” You asked. He held you tighter. 

“And everyday after?” You made yourself comfortable against his chest. 

“Until you get a better offer.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“I’ll be here every night for the rest of our lives then.” With that, the two of you fell asleep. What a way to get a boyfriend. 

Me: *staring off into space, completely shocked, trying not to cry*
My friends: are u okay??
Me: *internally* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, THERE’S SO MUCH INFORMATION, I NEED TO ANALYZE EVERY FUCKING NEW SPOILER OF THE NEW SEASON, ALSO, WHERE IS THE FUCKING TRAILER??!! IS THE QUEEN SANA THE REAL MAIN CHARACTER?? WHO IS YOUSEF ACAR? IS HE GAY? IS EVERYBODY GAY NOW? IS HE WITH MIKAEL? IS HE MUSLIM? IS HE A SANA’S RELATIVE? DOES HE KNOW EVEN?
WHY ARE THE NEW FB PROFILES PRIVATE NOW? WHAT’S THE REAL MEANING OF THOSE BALLONS?!?!!?! WHY ARE HENRIK AND TARJEI FILMING ALONE?? IS JULIE ENJOYING WITH OUR AGONY? AM I GONNA CAN SLEEP EVER AGAIN? WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPENNIG?? I NEED ANSWEEEEEERS AAAHAAHHAHAHASKFDGUFUEGIAFEIOAEFW

Me: *taking a deep breath* Yeah

anonymous asked:

Imagine Rami wanting you to sleep over at his place but you feel super shy bc this is your first serious relationship ❤❤

‘Holy shit look at that.’ Rami’s voice came out with a low chuckle at the end which made you jump as you quickly locked your phone and tried to concentrate on the film. Despite having your head on Rami’s shoulder with his arm around you, you could feel that his eyes were on you and for a few seconds you stayed stock still.

‘I can put something else on…if you’re not enjoying it.’

‘No! It’s fine. I was just checking the train times.’

‘Oh okay.’

The film carried on and you tried to keep concentrate on Uma Thurman as she took down man after man in a suit. You could tell that Rami wasn’t nearly as entrenched now, his posture stiffened slightly next to you.

‘You know you’re welcome to stay if you wanted.’ Rami mumbled and you saw his other hand come up to brush through his hair from the corner of your eye. You turned your head to look up at him, noting how close he was – you could see where the different blues and greys in his eyes melted together and the darkening skin underneath where he’d been staying up too late learning lines.

‘I know.’ You replied softly, not quite able to tear your gaze away from his.

He captivated you constantly and that made you nervous. You heard Rami inhale sharply as though holding his breath before he moved in and ghosted his lips against yours. Your reaction was instantaneous as you greedily darted your tongue across his lips which earnt you a low sigh. You’d kissed a dozen times now but this time you didn’t seem to want to stop as you forced your anxieties deep into the back of your mind and focused on the sensation of his lips on your own. Rami got your vibe and expertly worked his lips against yours – he was well practised, you thought.

Before you knew the two of you were horizontal, your legs caught in an awkward tangle as you both tried to resist just giving in and grinding against one another. Rami pulled away to glance down at you, his lips pink and even fuller than normal.

‘I got a little caught up in that.’ He said breathlessly, there was a break in his voice and it made you ache for him. But this kind of closeness terrified you. You gently tapped Rami’s shoulder and he rolled off you with ease, holding out a hand to pull you upright.

‘I did too. Sorry.’ You mumbled, averting your gaze.

‘Don’t be sorry. I was actually beginning to think you didn’t like me.’ Rami teased and you scowled back in disbelief.

‘Don’t be ridiculous.’

‘I’m sorry I’m only teasing.’ Rami nudged your arm and the two of you lapsed into silence again. But he was giving you that expectant look, like he wanted an explanation.

‘I’m still adjusting.’ You admitted, wringing your hands in your lap. ‘I’ve never done any of this before - staying over is like, the next big step isn’t it?’ You looked up at Rami and noticed how much his expression had softened. If anything he looked almost worried. Rami reached out and placed his hand over yours, dwarfing yours beneath his.

‘Y/N I didn’t realise honestly. I would never expect you to do anything you didn’t want to. And I mean anything.’ The last bit was punctuated and you caught on immediately, feeling your face flush.

That has been worrying me. I do trust you Ram, I just can’t explain it. I’m so lame.’ You laughed a little at the end and Rami nudged you again but he was smiling too now.

‘That’s what I like about you though. You’re real. You’re a – what do they call it – a real bad bitch.’ Rami frowned at his own words and you let out a loud laugh in surprise, clapping a hand over your mouth.

‘Rami!’ You wheezed slightly as you tried to control yourself, wiping little tears that had collected in the corners of your eyes.

‘Knew I could cheer you up.’ Rami replied all smug.

‘I need more time to berate you for that so I’ll have to stay now.’ Your voice sounded a little meek again but Rami brightened.

‘Whatever you want to do Y/N. Even if you decide you want out at like 3am I’ll drive you home I promise.’

You could feel yourself melting at that because Jesus Christ, you were falling in love with this man. You kept your mouth shut though and leaned forward to plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

‘Fine as long as there’s no funny business.’ You teased, smirking at Rami’s mock offended face.

‘I literally don’t want to touch you right now.’

‘That’s so not what I meant.’

The Riverdaily Rundown - 08/23/17

Alright, homebros. The fandom has been blessed with more content, and I have been blessed with an extra hour of sleep, so let’s make this rundown a good one, aye?

3. 2. 1. Go!


So we got a new poster! Yep. A new poster. Normally, I wouldn’t be so excited for just a poster, but we’ve pretty much been starved this hiatus. It’s like throwing a chicken nugget at a captive T-Rex. Will it excitedly eat the damn chicken nugget even though it really wants a couple freshly fried dinos instead? Yes. 

Actually, scratch that. I don’t think a T-Rex could pick up a chicken nugget.

You get the point though, we’re taking whatever we can get at this point. The more excited we act, the less pain we feel on the inside.

Which means that I was happy dancing when I saw the new poster. Here’s a cool comparison of the season 1 and season 2 posters! (x) @sprouseharts


Now that we’ve all taken the time to appreciate the new content, it’s time to do what Tumblr does best: roast the content.

This poster, man. This poster makes me ashamed of myself. It makes me ashamed to be so excited over it because damn. Just damn. 

I can’t even bring myself to say it, but I’m sure someone can. Like maybe Cole? 

Yeah, Cole roasted the shit out of this poster on Twitter. (x) @itstenafterfour

All I’ve been thinking about all day is how bad that poor employee must feel. Cole Sprouse roasted their work. But then I thought harder, and I realized that maybe that dude didn’t have it so bad. I mean, at least Cole acknowledged their existence. 

Headcanon: It was the dude’s intention all along to make an ugly poster. This is all a part of their master plan for World Domination.


Lili Reinhart once again blessed us with a lovely Insta Story. Why is it lovely you ask? Because Lili is in it. Do you even need to ask that question, or do you just choose to waste everyone’s time?

If I was still alive, Lili Reinhart would be murdering me right now. Luckily, I am not alive and am not being murdered. I cannot continue to afford these ghost lawyer bills.

Check out these gifs of her doing awkward shit. (awkward in a good way). (x) @lilirenhart

Lili is also great at teasing us. Is that a good thing? Idk. All I know is that she posted a picture to her insta story, and now I want a brooding boyfriend, two milkshakes, and Jesus H. Christ. (x) @elizabthcoopr


A couple of other Riverdale cast members blessed us with their presence on insta stories, today.

KJ decided to post a close-up video of his face for us to enjoy. (x)  @imppanppan

It’s actually a critically acclaimed short film now. Some reviews include,

“It was riveting, compelling, heartbreaking. It made me feel deep emotions I never knew existed.” - Zac Efron (probably)

“The very last brooding look he threw at the camera brought a single tear to my eye. This truly is a compelling story that will go down in the ages as a classic.” -Barack Obama

“I have died for the world’s sins. I am glad to see that this death has been put to good use. Amazing performance by KJ Apa. He will be guaranteed a spot in Heaven. See you later, buddy. JC out! *mic drop*” - Jesus H. Christ

“ *reenacts a meme* lol. nerd.” - @lilireinhart

We were also blessed with an oddly erotic video of Charles Melton brushing his teeth. I don’t know how I feel about it, and I’m not sure what that says about me as a person… (x) @imppanppan

Madchen also gave us a cute story showing her and Lili getting her tattoos covered up. Personally, I want to see the show throw a random serpent tattoo somewhere on Alice’s body. #neverforgetyourfamilyalice (x) @sprousehartinvestigation


Cole Sprouse posted a weird joke on Twitter again. In case you haven’t noticed, he’s weird. He’s a weirdo. He doesn’t fit in, and he doesn’t wanna fit in. (x) @ruverdale (x) @samantha-with-grace

It’s cool, Cole. We get your internet humor. And if we don’t? Well, we like you enough to laugh anyway.


Fans are also freaking out because RAS has named the 8th episode of Season Two, House of the Devil. (x) @hobooutsider

Why can’t you just be nice to us, RAS? Why can’t you just let our characters be happy. Why House of the Devil. Why couldn’t it be House of the Butterflies!


We got to see the other side of the camera duels battle. Sprousehart fans are having a field day because it seems as though Lili is in the passenger seat of the car. I’m not sure, everytime I try to sneak a peek I get distracted by Cole’s hair. #luscious #patenecommercial? #killme (x) @rarecolesprouse @ruverdale

If it is Lili, though, that confirms that she does, in fact, ride shotgun in cars on occasions. I don’t know how to handle that news, honestly. It’s blowing my mind dynamite!


NOW HERE IS A SHIT TON OF CONTENT!

Gifs! (x) @icegrill (x) @veronicadvalle (x) @patylu18 (x) @archieronniegifs

Textposts! (x) @itstenafterfour 

Aesthetics! (x) @protectjugheadjonesiii (x) @jarchiedale (x) @theshaggingwagon

Fan art! (x) @katherinewinchester (x) @gogenevieveart

Pictures! (x) @betty-and-jughead (x) @jarchiedale (x) @ellabeth01 (x) @sprouseharts

Fan Videos! (x) @leaalda


I lied earlier. I didn’t get an extra hour of sleep, and now I am exhausted. 

It’s all worth it to keep your smiling faces smiling, though. Except I can’t see them. So maybe it’s not worth it…

Night, homies. *Pssssst! Ignore the typos. I’m dead.*

It’s madness...

Originally posted by cheers-mrhiddleston

First off, I just want to say how much I love this man. Secondly, this specific gif (not mine) pretty much sums up how I feel about Ragnarok! I don’t want to go into specifics as I know lots of people haven’t seen it yet but basically I can’t decide whether it was sheer brilliance or absolute crap.

Honestly, when I came out of the cinema earlier my first thought was “what the bloody hell have I just seen?” Thinking about it now, I’m still not completely sure. I feel like… Well, I don’t even know but whatever it was I thoroughly enjoyed it! 

There were a lot of moments that left me almost cringing but the rest somehow outweighed that. The Grandmaster is basically just Jeff Goldblum playing a self aware space version of himself which is really all you need in your life and I have no words to describe the weirdness of everything that goes on on Sakaar. That’s not to say that I didn’t enjoy it - I did in the way that I’m sure you enjoy mind altering drugs - just that I don’t think there are any words in the English language suitable for describing… Well, any of it!

To be honest, as sad as I am to say, Cate Blanchett’s Hela was my least favourite thing about the film. I was so engaged in the practically soap opera quality of madness on Sakaar that her scenes felt out of place and jarring against the rest. Still, she looked amazing so who cares.

And obviously, Loki - my truly beautiful, sarcastic little shit - was without doubt my favourite thing about this and I’d quite willingly watch the insanity all over again just for the faces he makes in the background of every shot throughout. Don’t worry about what is going on in the scene. Just watch him. I mean, who doesn’t, really?

Basically… Go see it! You’ll either love or hate the madness (it’s definitely a marmite situation) but will definitely appreciate the sheer range of brotherly love/hate emotion between Thor and Loki. Seriously. Just go watch it. Go. Now. I’ll see you there.

N.B. STAY FOR THE ENTIRE CREDITS. People left halfway through - THERE ARE TWO SCENES GUYS