i got that rock n' roll

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my fave tweets about stormborn (7x02) part 1  [part 2]

[7x01] [7x03] [7x04] [7x05] [7x06] [7x07]

  • Pete: Hi
  • Brendon: it was the summer of 2001, and Joe meets Patrick and he's like "yo, I know about music." then Patrick's like "yo I know more about music!" "that's impossible. so you wanna start a band?" and Patrick's like, "yeah that's cool." and then, he's like "yo this is a book store not a music store." and then they met at Patrick's house. so Patrick's wearing shorts, socks, and a hat. Patrick is playing drums for some fuckin' reason and then Pete's there for some reason. and they start playing music together and they're like "oh, let's play some covers from some other bands." it was like Green Day, and fuckin' Misfits, and fuckin' Ramones. Pete said to Joe, "yo, that's dope, but we need a fuckin' drummer." because Patrick's playing drums and he's a singer. Patrick's like "yo, I got a soul voice," and they're like "wait how do you have a soul voice?" and he's like "yo, watch this: YEEEEEEeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeeeEEEeeeeeeAAAAAAAAaaaaAAaahhh!" and they're like, "oh my god, that sounds like soul!" so they put it in a song, and it was like, "WHERE IS YOUR BOY TONIIIIIIIiiiiiIIIIIIIIIiiiIIIIIIIGHT?!" and they're like "yo that's fuckin perfect, this is Fall Out Boy." and they made records like Evening Out With Your Ex-Girlfriend. Evening Out With Your Ex-Girlfriend, everybody loves it. "it's called Evening Out With Your Girlfriend." with your ex-girlfriend. it's called evening out with your Ex-girlfriend. it's called eating out your girlfriend, and it's real and it doesn't matter. and Pete talked to Patrick and Joe and he's like "you what the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. yo, this is gonna be fuckin' doooooooooope!" so they made a record and it was called Take this to Your Grave. they made it without a drummer, and they had like 3—4 drummers come in. The four drummers they had come in were like Josh Freese, Neil Pert, the dude from Toto, the fourth one was like the guy from Papa Roach or something, and they're like "you, we need Andy Hurley. Andy Hurley. Take This to Your Grave. Fuckin' record it." and he did, and he killed it, and he was like "bigidalililililillillilila, PSHHH!" killin' the skin, tapping the skins, tapping the rim, playin' the shit, killing these bitches, rapping it out. you're getting a fucking tattoo right now?! what the fuck is going on?! We should get signed to Fueled By Ramen, 'cause thee guys know what the fuck is going on. and they were like "yo, if you can make our scene any bigger than it is, which is not fuckin' hard, we will sign you guys." and Pete was like "yo, we got this record that's fuckin' dooooooope, dude, it's called Take This to Your Grave, it's called From Under the Cork Tree it's gonna be fucking huge." and then Patrick's like "I gotta keep it real, I gotta keep it artistic, these are three songs that are gonna make the album and it's called-BURP-Thnks Fr th Mmrs, 20 Dollar Nose Bleed, and Sugar, Were Goin' Down. and they made this record that was fuckin' dope, and it fucking hit on the charts like one two three, three two one, three four five six seven eight nine ten. ten to one. From Under the Cork Tree sold like four million records. ten million records. fifteen million records. and Brendon Urie had nothing to do with the entire record. and Patrick was like "that's gooooOOOOoooooOOOOOOOOd." Pete was like, "yo, fuck you I can do whatever I want." and Joe was like, "yeah it's cool man whatever I don't give a shit." and then Andy was like "eh, cool." and Pete was like "Make up is fuckin' great for a guy. because it makes a guy look beautiful, which a lot of times, a guy is not beautiful. and I wanna change that. I wanna make sure everyone thinks that guys are beautiful." I'm good so far yeah. yeah I do. SHUT THE FUCK. oh fuck, alright alright. Pete was like "oh my god, I'm so embarrassed about this dick pic." and then I saw the dick pic and was like "ah it's not bad." it's not a bad dick. let's be real. we made Rollins Stones one issue before Fall Out Boy. and Fall Out Boy made the issue right after us and they were so pissed they were like "yo, fuck you guys!" they're like "yo! Panic! has the fuckin' cover for Rolling Stones, yo, fuck these dudes, we're gonna fucking go miles above. we're gonna hit every fuckin' continent there is known to man." but they didn't because they missed a second of time. apparently they were like "oh shit, we got every continent." and they didn't actually hit it. dude, and Pete was like, "WHAT THE FUCK?! 'oh you didn't fuckin' make the continent' it's like FUCK YOU!" so From Under the Cork Tree happens, we fuckin' have three-four years of awesomeness. like, people are coming in themselves 'cause it's so big. Alright so Fall Out Boy was like-- so Patrick's like "yo, we are going to name these records from under the Cork tree and from Innity-- from infinity on high." Pete was like "yo folie à deux means the theatric of two." "The madness of two." oh sorry I'm sorry. follow boy was like "yo we got to take a break." Meaning Pete was like "yo we got to take a break bro." and Patrick's like "I need time for my music. UHUhUhUHuhUUUh." and joes like "yo I need time to find the fucking art dude I got to find some fucking me-- metal" and andys like "i'm just gonna play with some fucking metal bands." and they're like "all right this breaks been like three years long two years long three years long 3 1/2? we gotta fucking come back man we gotta come back strong." you took my beer away what the fuck? "no you poured it all over yourself." "yeah you poured it on yourself man here." "we got to make this shit legit it's gonna be fucking dope it's going to go fucking sky high. we're going to make a fucking record that sails the skies. we're going to call this record save rock 'n' roll." so they made alone together light 'em up alone together Phoenix. and everybody's like "what the fuck? you're working with this guy who fuckin' recorded Avril Lavigne and P!nk." is this pu-- what the fuck is this on my shirt, did I puke on myself? oh god. Pete was like "yo were gonna end up on a tour with Panic! At The Disco and twenty pilots. and that's all and that's all that matters. and that's just how the fuckin' story goes."
FOB Asks

i don’t see a lot of fall out boy-related asks, so i figured i’d make one myself! ask me anything, or reblog if you want asked these questions!

take this to your grave: what’s a secret you usually don’t tell people?

from under the cork tree: do you have a favorite childhood book?

infinity on high: who’s your favorite artist?

folie a deux: what’s something about yourself that you feel is underappreciated?

soul punk: do you like working solo or with others?

save rock and roll: if you had to pick one genre of music to listen to, what would it be?

american beauty/american psycho: what’s something that drives you crazy?

m a  n   i    a: have you ever had a panic attack?

grand theft autumn: (if you like boys) do you prefer rebel boys, or gentlemen?

dance, dance: what song makes you dance every time?

sugar, we’re going down: do you hunt? are you against hunting?

this ain’t a scene, it’s an arms race: do you hold grudges, or prefer to keep things civil?

disloyal order of water buffaloes: what are your favorite and least favorite fall out boy albums?

headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet: have you lost any big bets?

my songs know what you did in the dark: have you ever set something on fire?

centuries: are you afraid of not being remembered?

uma thurman: who’s your favorite actor?

drunk history: (if you drink) what kind of drunk are you?

young blood chronicles: do you like violent movies (action, etc), or do you like calmer ones (romance, Disney, etc.)?

the signs as things my boyfriend has texted me

Aries: “I’m going to fry his dick in a toaster, I swear to god I am.”

Taurus: “Is there any way I’m legally able to marry a mango?”

Gemini: “Your sister got ahold of me and now I look like a Kiss reject. Rock n’ Roll, bitchacho.”

Cancer: “They killed off Clay?????????? What even is my life anymore????????? Brb going to jump off a bridge now.”

Leo: “FUCKY THE BUCKY”

Virgo: “Your bastard cat is trying to eat off my toes what do I do?”

Libra: “If you come home and find a smashed TV in the floor…..it was the cat’s fault.”

Scorpio: “I bought handcuffs. Smacked myself in the head with them by accident. Buy an ice pack on your way home…and some bandaids please.”

Sagittarius: “I’m going to shove a paintball up my ass. I’ll be shittin’ pink for a week.”

Capricorn: “Don’t freak out….but I may or may not have accidentally acquired a baby goat.”

Aquarius: “Might have alcohol poisoning. Send help.”

Pisces: “I think one of your nephews is possessed. He wrote 666 on the wall and keeps trying to stab me with a marker. Am I allowed to call an exorcist or can I just lock him in the closet until you get home?”

Whiskey

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 5,717 (yup…)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut! Sexual penetration, oral (male and female receiving), face sitting, dirty talk, language, drinking, Bucky being everyone’s wet dream…

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long, but I worked HARD on this one and I’m totally proud of it! (and before anyone asks, Howl at the Moon is a real bar in Indiana!) Enjoy. :) 



You stood in the street and looked up at the new sign that was being hung up in front of the building.

Howl at the Moon

Your pride and joy. You smiled with a shake of your head. This bar had just started out a little hole in wall. Nobody knew about it, and you were barely making ends meet with only 2 people on staff.

Now, it was a world-renowned biker bar. People from all over the globe have stopped in. You have worked hard to make it what it is. The many roaring engines from motorcycles and loud laughter rule this spot.

It kept your life interesting.

The alcohol stays flowing all night long and the grill stays hot. Your most popular item on the menu? Beer served in buckets. You would be surprised at how many buckets these burly bikers can put away.

Sing-a-longs, dance-offs and dirty humor keep your patrons coming back for more. Your lady bartenders have been known to jump on the bar to dance to some old rock n’ roll. Yourself included.

Ashley, your best friend, came up beside you and looked at the sign as well. “It looks fantastic.”

You poked her with your elbow, “Well I would hope you think so, you drew up the concept.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and tipped her head, “I’m a genius.”

You looked up at the black wolf, nose pointed up at a blue moon with a howl. It was really going to stand out at night when it was all lit up.

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Me as a parent
  • kid: mom tell me a story
  • me: it was the summer of 2001, and Joe meets Patrick and he's like "yo, I know about music." then Patrick's like "yo I know more about music!" "that's impossible. so you wanna start a band?" and Patrick's like, "yeah that's cool." and then, he's like "yo this is a book store not a music store." and then they met at Patrick's house. so Patrick's wearing shorts, socks, and a hat. Patrick is playing drums for some fuckin' reason and then Pete's there for some reason. and they start playing music together and they're like "oh, let's play some covers from some other bands." it was like Green Day, and fuckin' Misfits, and fuckin' Ramones. Pete said to Joe, "yo, that's dope, but we need a fuckin' drummer." because Patrick's playing drums and he's a singer. Patrick's like "yo, I got a soul voice," and they're like "wait how do you have a soul voice?" and he's like "yo, watch this: YEEEEEEeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeeeEEEeeeeeeAAAAAAAAaaaaAAaahhh!" and they're like, "oh my god, that sounds like soul!" so they put it in a song, and it was like, "WHERE IS YOUR BOY TONIIIIIIIiiiiiIIIIIIIIIiiiIIIIIIIGHT?!" and they're like "yo that's fuckin perfect, this is Fall Out Boy." and they made records like Evening Out With Your Ex-Girlfriend. Evening Out With Your Ex-Girlfriend, everybody loves it. "it's called Evening Out With Your Girlfriend." with your ex-girlfriend. it's called evening out with your Ex-girlfriend. it's called eating out your girlfriend, and it's real and it doesn't matter. and Pete talked to Patrick and Joe and he's like "you what the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. yo, this is gonna be fuckin' doooooooooope!" so they made a record and it was called Take this to Your Grave. they made it without a drummer, and they had like 3—4 drummers come in. The four drummers they had come in were like Josh Freese, Neil Pert, the dude from Toto, the fourth one was like the guy from Papa Roach or something, and they're like "you, we need Andy Hurley. Andy Hurley. Take This to Your Grave. Fuckin' record it." and he did, and he killed it, and he was like "bigidalililililillillilila, PSHHH!" killin' the skin, tapping the skins, tapping the rim, playin' the shit, killing these bitches, rapping it out. you're getting a fucking tattoo right now?! what the fuck is going on?! We should get signed to Fueled By Ramen, 'cause thee guys know what the fuck is going on. and they were like "yo, if you can make our scene any bigger than it is, which is not fuckin' hard, we will sign you guys." and Pete was like "yo, we got this record that's fuckin' dooooooope, dude, it's called Take This to Your Grave, it's called From Under the Cork Tree it's gonna be fucking huge." and then Patrick's like "I gotta keep it real, I gotta keep it artistic, these are three songs that are gonna make the album and it's called-BURP-Thnks Fr th Mmrs, 20 Dollar Nose Bleed, and Sugar, Were Goin' Down. and they made this record that was fuckin' dope, and it fucking hit on the charts like one two three, three two one, three four five six seven eight nine ten. ten to one. From Under the Cork Tree sold like four million records. ten million records. fifteen million records. and Brendon Urie had nothing to do with the entire record. and Patrick was like "that's gooooOOOOoooooOOOOOOOOd." Pete was like, "yo, fuck you I can do whatever I want." and Joe was like, "yeah it's cool man whatever I don't give a shit." and then Andy was like "eh, cool." and Pete was like "Make up is fuckin' great for a guy. because it makes a guy look beautiful, which a lot of times, a guy is not beautiful. and I wanna change that. I wanna make sure everyone thinks that guys are beautiful." I'm good so far yeah. yeah I do. SHUT THE FUCK. oh fuck, alright alright. Pete was like "oh my god, I'm so embarrassed about this dick pic." and then I saw the dick pic and was like "ah it's not bad." it's not a bad dick. let's be real. we made Rollins Stones one issue before Fall Out Boy. and Fall Out Boy made the issue right after us and they were so pissed they were like "yo, fuck you guys!" they're like "yo! Panic! has the fuckin' cover for Rolling Stones, yo, fuck these dudes, we're gonna fucking go miles above. we're gonna hit every fuckin' continent there is known to man." but they didn't because they missed a second of time. apparently they were like "oh shit, we got every continent." and they didn't actually hit it. dude, and Pete was like, "WHAT THE FUCK?! 'oh you didn't fuckin' make the continent' it's like FUCK YOU!" so From Under the Cork Tree happens, we fuckin' have three-four years of awesomeness. like, people are coming in themselves 'cause it's so big. Alright so Fall Out Boy was like-- so Patrick's like "yo, we are going to name these records from under the Cork tree and from Innity-- from infinity on high." Pete was like "yo folie à deux means the theatric of two." "The madness of two." oh sorry I'm sorry. follow boy was like "yo we got to take a break." Meaning Pete was like "yo we got to take a break bro." and Patrick's like "I need time for my music. UHUhUhUHuhUUUh." and joes like "yo I need time to find the fucking art dude I got to find some fucking me-- metal" and andys like "i'm just gonna play with some fucking metal bands." and they're like "all right this breaks been like three years long two years long three years long 3 1/2? we gotta fucking come back man we gotta come back strong." you took my beer away what the fuck? "no you poured it all over yourself." "yeah you poured it on yourself man here." "we got to make this shit legit it's gonna be fucking dope it's going to go fucking sky high. we're going to make a fucking record that sails the skies. we're going to call this record save rock 'n' roll." so they made alone together light 'em up alone together Phoenix. and everybody's like "what the fuck? you're working with this guy who fuckin' recorded Avril Lavigne and P!nk." is this pu-- what the fuck is this on my shirt, did I puke on myself? oh god. Pete was like "yo were gonna end up on a tour with Panic! At The Disco and twenty pilots. and that's all and that's all that matters. and that's just how the fuckin' story goes."
technically single || stuart twombly (smut)

word count: 6278

warnings: oral (both receiving), smut, strip club, unestablished relationship

author’s note: so i was listening to the way i are by timbaland and i just felt the need to use it as some sinsipration! enjoy xo

pairing: stuart twombly / reader

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Pen Pals - Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean wants to take the relationship to another level. Would the Reader want to take that risk or will she back out?

Word Count: 1.8kish

Warnings: AU, Fluff, Light Cursing

Author’s Note: Here is the second part of Pen Pals! If you want to catch up, read the first part here –> Part One. I hope you guys like this chapter. I’m sorry for not posting it fast enough. Life got in the way and I had to stop everything for a cool minute. I hope you enjoy this and feedback is always welcomed!!


Chapter Two: Long Distance Relationship

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✰ * º ❛   that 70′s show sentence starters   ❜

‘  you know what your problem is? i’m too good looking.  ’
‘  god, what did you have for breakfast this morning? carnation instant bitch?  ’
‘  oh, is this what we’re gonna do today, we’re gonna fight?  ’
‘  because you’re breaking up the band, yoko!  ’
‘  an apple? where’s my candy, you son of a bitch.  ’
‘  she told me she loves me and then i told her i loved cake…  ’
‘  how’d you’d like to own a little bit of my foot in your ass?  ’
‘  look, if i could run across the beach into my own arms, i would.  ’
‘  you know he never liked phones. he said he could hear voices in ‘em.  ’
‘  when my time comes, i wanna be buried facedown so that anyone who doesn’t like me can kiss my ass.  ’
‘  you know what your problem is? you’re really cute… so no one ever told you to shut your pie hole.  ’
‘  god, we are such the… perfect couple?  ’
‘  you’re cold? well damn, i can’t control the weather!  ’
‘  the gym, or as i like to call it, the institute of things i can’t do.  ’
‘  well, i’d like to help but… not as much as i’d like not to.  ’
‘  don’t put me in your fantasies. i don’t even like being in your real life.  ’
‘  i don’t like people. i like rock n’ roll, sex, and pizza – in that order.  ’
‘  i’m not loving anybody that i’m not legally required to.  ’
‘  and if somebody doesn’t tell me i’m cute in the next five minutes, i’m gonna scream!  ’
‘  don’t hate me because i’m beautiful.  ’
‘  i can’t count on much in this crazy world, but i can always count on you.  ’
‘  i’m going to go out, meet some boys and crush their hearts one by one.  ’
‘  where zen ends, ass kicking begins.  ’
‘  you guys are fighting like cats and whores.  ’
‘  cake is good, but you cannot have sex with cake.  ’
‘  well, my head says no, but my heart says no.  ’
‘  the three true branches of the government are military, corporate, and hollywood.  ’
‘  hey man, if you don’t get caught, everything’s legal.  ’
‘  yeah, but god didn’t see that. i was in my van, and he can’t see through lead.  ’
‘  college is for ugly girls who can’t get modeling contracts.  ’
‘  college is for women who don’t want to marry the first idiot they meet and squeeze out his bastard moron children.  ’
‘  i was never happy. i was just less pissed off.  ’
‘  sometimes when i’m alone, i just love to cuddle.  ’
‘  i have a definite opinion on this… i don’t care.  ’
‘  when he’s unhappy, i know our relationship is in good shape.  ’
‘  all right, sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs put their foot in your ass.  ’
‘  that’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.  ’
‘  we have some breaking news: i’m toasted.  ’
‘  but i don’t want to go outside. there are people out there.  ’
‘  oh, please. i’m a hot-looking, smooth-talking, frisky-assed son of a bitch.  ’
‘  no, i’m not pouting. that would upset our routine. god knows i wouldn’t want to move in a new direction and accidentally slip in a puddle of fun or anything.  ’
‘  i’ve just decided being sad is a waste of my time.  ’
‘  he called me ugly on the inside and the outside. i’m sorry, but he’s just wrong about the outside part.  ’
‘  i don’t really cook much. i just plan on getting by on my looks.  ’
‘  no, no, no, you just don’t move on from me. i’m like alcohol. you need a twelve-step program to break my smell.  ’
‘  you know, being here under the stars, sitting on the grass makes me really glad i’m not poor.  ’
‘  the person i love the most is me!  ’
‘  i was voted most popular, best legs, and now godmother? what can’t i do?  ’
‘  why am i alone and all of you less attractive people are happy?  ’
‘  it’s better to have loved and loss than to be butt ugly.  ’
‘  okay, i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: everyone loves me.  ’
‘  why get out of bed when you can read about people who got out of bed?  ’
‘  i got a lot of free time. i mainly use it to nap and cry.  ’
‘  i’ll just curl up in the fetal position and think about pancakes.  ’
‘  have you been in bed all day?  ’
‘  last night i only slept like… nine hours.  ’
‘  i pity you because you’re dumb.  ’
‘  responsible people don’t go around getting their nipples twisted.  ’
‘  they want to kill rock n’ roll because they know it makes us horny, man.  ’
‘  i would love car sex… or just sex… or just a car.  ’
‘  no, i don’t feel bad. i don’t feel anything.  ’
‘  man, think about it. we hold information that could crush the very heart and soul of one of our best friends… i live for days like this!  ’
‘  it’s like we’re too old to trick or treat and too young to die.  ’
‘  talking isn’t gonna help me, okay? what’s gonna help me is, like, drinking.  ’
‘  hey, yeah, that’s the worst idea i’ve ever heard!  ’
‘  i wish i was an octopus.  ’
‘  thanks, but i’ve gotta go to sleep because i have a big day of misery ahead of me.  ’
‘  life is too short to spend it with people who annoy you.  ’
‘  well, for your information, i’m already sorry i was ever born.  ’
‘  i don’t have a hickey. i was using a curling iron.  ’
‘  give me a reason why i shouldn’t set you on fire.  ’
‘  i’m a hottie, you’re a nottie.  ’
‘  prison is not an option for me, okay? i can’t pee in front of other people.  ’
‘  man, time really flies when you take two naps a day.  ’
‘  oh, no. now i have to act normal.  ’
‘  oh, i just remembered i can’t loan it to you on account of i hate you.  ’
‘  i’ve been diagnosed with a disease that makes me irresistible to women.  ’
‘  you know what the best thing god ever did was? boobs.  ’
‘  i’m like ketchup. i go good on everything!  ’
‘  when we were about to fool around and i said that i washed my hands, but i really just got done playing with like six dogs.  ’
‘  there’s a rabbit stuck in a tree and i want to return that rabbit to the wild so it can lay its eggs.  ’
‘  if this is about maturity then i want nothing to do with it.  ’
‘  a wedding without a trampoline? that’s crazy talk.  ’
‘  i don’t wanna blink ‘cause i’m afraid to miss even a second of your cuteness.  ’
‘  you seem normal around your family, but out in the real world, you’re kinda nuts.  ’
‘  i could get arrested. i could go to girl prison. this freakin’ rocks!  ’
‘  my parents are fighting all the time and they want me to choose sides, but i can’t because they’re both idiots.  ’
‘  why would sally sell seashells down by the seashore? i mean, that’s a terrible location for a seashell stand.  ’
‘  i’m not strong, but i know a lot of ways to destroy men emotionally.  ’
‘  i don’t have feelings for him. i just hate that bitch for making him happy.  ’
‘  i’m not jealous, i just want to pop that inflatable bitch and watch her fly around the room.  ’
‘  hello, it is me, the object of your desire.  ’
‘  i’m a beautiful girl with a shrill, demanding voice. i’m pretty hard to ignore.  ’
‘  a gold digger is what these idiots call a woman who knows that love eventually wears off, but money is forever.  ’
‘  you see, a more productive use of my time is revenge.  ’
‘  i cannot be held responsible for the things that come out of my mouth.  ’
‘  i don’t answer stupid questions.  ’

I MADE YOU A MIXTAPE.

REQUESTED IMAGINE:  So i’ve been listening to Steve’s playlist on Spotify and Old Time Rock & Roll came on and I could totally see Steve dancing and singing to it w/ the reader. ( requested by anonymous )

PAIRING: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

WARNING: Swearing.

WORD COUNT: 1.6K+

A/N: I had some fun with this one! I made it so it wasn’t only that song but a couple others too, each one was super cute to write for me. Just a little background the Reader and Steve have been dating for a while, and it’s 1985. Steve is working as a deputy for Hopper and the Reader is in her final year of high school. There’s lots of smooches. It’s also kinda short but..  I promise that doesn’t take away from the cuteness!

“I made you a mixtape.”

“Y-you what?” a laugh came out of you.

“I made you a mix-tape!” Steve repeated.

“I thought we agreed no super over the top cute stuff.”

“Hey I’m holding back. And you weren’t complaining when we were making out in the hallway of your school last week.”

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Words Speak Louder Than Actions

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: sexting, dirty talk, mention of the word “nut”, mentions of ass eating, no actual penetration, metal arm kink, flirting with a woman, masturbation

Word Count: 2234

bang this might be bad idk (p.s the gif has nothing to do w it lmao it probably would’ve gone better w shoot from the hip)

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Things I wanted in the MCU:

“Shellhead” “winghead”
“You gave me a home”
“I’m not half as good at anything as I am when I’m doing it next to you. And that’s the truth”
“Good morning, beloved.”
“This is Captain Handsome ordering you to rock n’ roll on that 45.”
The hug and fly
“Cap and Iron Man couldn’t make it. CSI and Grey’s Anatomy are new - they’re fighting for the remote.” “Be funnier if it wasn’t true…”
“Any excuse to get me to hold you” “you see right through me”

What I got in the MCU:

“Big man in a suit of armor. Take that off what are you?”
“Everything special about you came out of a bottle.”
“Did you know?” “I didn’t know it was him.”
“I’m sorry, Tony. But he’s my friend.” “So was I.”

Magnus: I would like to sell my old shield back for 150 gold.

Garfield: Let me see it, let me see that bad boy!

Magnus: This is a Magnus Burnsides official merch, uh… you could put this up if you open like a, Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame or something like that.

Garfield: That’s not a bad idea, you boys… I see you increasing in equity by the adventure. Tell me, can you sign it for me?

Magnus: Sure. (picks up a sharpie)

Garfield: Oh no, oh no dear, I meant in blood.

Magnus: Oh… yeah. That too. Sure.

Merle: It won’t be in mint condition then.

Garfield: Oohhhh, I don’t need it to be in mint condition.

Magnus: [very alarmed] What are you gonna do with it Garfield?

Garfield: Lemme just see that bloody shield, and uh… good transaction! Everyone got what they needed!

Magnus: Am I gonna die?

Bitter Sweet

Jughead x Reader 

Requested: - Anonymous said: Hey um… I don’t know if you do requests… but I’ll just request and see what happens I guess? Okay, I really enjoy your writings and I was wondering if you could do a Jugheadxreader story where the reader is kinda depressed2 

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can you do a jughead/riverdale imagine where jughead breaks up with the reader, and the whole “squad” leaves the reader, so in despair she goes to the river to kill herself ( like what Cheryl did ) and Jughead saves her?

Words: 2752

Warnings: self harm; depression; suicide attempt; suicidal thoughts.


Originally posted by xoheatherkw

“I’m sorry Y/N, I still love you but-”

“Then why are you leaving me! This isn’t fair.” I sobbed and gripped his shirt in my hands trying to stop keep him close.

“Y/N please. You’re making this harder for both of us. I promise you’re not losing me or anyone else.” He sighed and carefully pried my hands off of him and wiped my tears before walking me the rest of the way home.

I tried to go to bed but my thoughts kept me up as well as my constant crying and pain. I didn’t get any sleep that night despite how hard I tried to calm down and try get a few hours of rest. When my alarm went off in the morning I was already up, I pulled myself out of bed after convincing myself that it would be the best thing to do. I grabbed a pair of leggings and a huge baggy sweater from my cupboard and put them on before going to the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. I looked in the mirror and only then could I see how badly I needed to rest, my eyes were puffy, red and had dark circles around them and tears stains ran down my cheeks with the general paleness of my face topping it all off. I left my face alone, make up can’t cover all this up so I just did my hair and went to my room fetching my bag and stepping outside.

I waited outside for two minutes out of habit which made nearly cry again, Jug always walked me to school, even before we were dating but I guess he doesn’t need me anymore even if we were just friends. So I walked to school all by myself with tears threatening to fall the whole way there. Once I got to school I cheered up a little when I saw Betty at her locker which is a few paces from mine, I strolled over to her and greeted her with a sigh which made her turn around quickly in curiosity.

“Oh hey Y/N… I’ve got to go.” She said bluntly and basically ran off in the other direction as I laughed which wasn’t a happy laugh it was a sad laugh at the crushing realization of the reality of my new world.

I spent the rest of the day trying to confront the people I used to call best friends but they all made up an excuse to leave before I even got my first sentence out. Even Archie ignored me, Archie Andrews, we had known each other since first grade and now it’s like we had never met. I blame Jug for all of this, he’s turned the people closest to me against me and what pisses me off even more is that I haven’t seen him all day, I thought I wasn’t going to “lose him or anyone else.”

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sex & pirates & rock ‘n roll ||| a Black Sails classic rock playlist

B L A C K  S A I L S | T.Rex - Children of the Revolution :: Well you can bump and grind / It is good for your mind / Well you can twist and shout let it all hang out  / But you won’t fool the children of the revolution

F L I N T | Led Zeppelin - When the Levee Breaks :: Cryin’ won’t help you, prayin’ won’t do you no good, / Now, cryin’ won’t help you, prayin’ won’t do you no good, / When the levee breaks, mama, you got to move.

S I L V E R | The Who - Behind Blue Eyes :: No one knows what it’s like / To be hated / To be fated / To telling only lies / But my dreams / They aren’t as empty / As my conscience seems to be

B I L L Y | David Bowie - Changes :: So I turned myself to face me / But I’ve never caught a glimpse / Of how the others must see the faker / I’m much too fast to take that test

M A D I | Queen - Killer Queen :: To avoid complications / She never kept the same address / In conversation / She spoke just like a baroness

J A C K | Prince - Kiss :: Women not girls rule my world / I said they rule my world / Act your age, mama (Not your shoe size)

A N N E | Blondie - One Way or Another :: One way or another, I’m gonna find ya’ / I’m gonna get ya’, get ya’, get ya’, get ya’

M A X | Mötley Crüe - Girls, Girls, Girls :: Forget the names, remember romance / I got the photos, a manage et trois / Musta broke those Frenchies laws with those / Girls, girls, girls

E L E A N O R | The Rolling Stones - You Can’t Always Get What You Want :: I saw her today at the reception / In her glass was a bleeding man / She was practiced at the art of deception / Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands

V A N E | The Police - Every Breath You Take :: Since you’ve gone I been lost without a trace / I dream at night I can only see your face / I look around but it’s you I can’t replace / I feel so cold and I long for your embrace 

M I R A N D A | Fleetwood Mac - Landslide :: What is love? / Can the child within my heart rise above? / Can I sail through the changin’ ocean tides? / Can I handle the seasons of my life?

T H O M A S | Joan Jett & The Blackhearts - Bad Reputation :: I don’t give a damn / 'Bout my reputation / I’ve never been afraid of any deviation / An’ I don’t really care / If ya think I’m strange / I ain’t gonna change / An’ I’m never gonna care / 'Bout my bad reputation

F E A T H E R S T O N E  &  I D E L L E | Starship - We Built This City :: We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll! / Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll!

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WWE Hall of Fame 2017 Inductees 

I did what I did. I did a few things like moonsaults off the tops of cages, but usually I relied on wrestling and technique. A lot of people used to think you had to be really chancy, but I was never like that necessarily. If you know how to structure a match, you don’t always need that stuff. Other guys are starting to understand that, and I haven’t seen this much great talent in a long time. Obviously wrestling is doing something right.” — Kurt Angle 

It was a surprise. I had a message on my phone [from WWE] to call the number back. I think they got ahold of Ricky at the time. When they called, it was just like a suckerpunch. It just knocked us off our feet. It’s an honor for Ricky and me to go into the Hall of Fame.” — Robert Gibson (The Rock ‘n’ Roll Express)

I’m humbled and honored, man. Just to be a part of it. I remember Dusty telling me one time, “You know, D, there’s only two things left in our business that’s still real: your first world title, and the hall of fame.” That’s gonna be emotional for me.” — Diamond Dallas Page

If you looked at all the boxes you would check to make a main event guy that would go down in history as one of the best, Rude checked all the boxes. He was an all-around package. He looked good, he could play the part, he knew what to do. He could take great bumps, feed the babyface when it was time to feed, and he would never run out of gas.” — Ricky Steamboat, on 'Ravishing’ Rick Rude

People think because I do a lot of talking on TV and stuff and that I am an outgoing person, well I am really not, I am kind of a loner. You guys were able to do that for me, and get me back out there, get me on this podcast, and get my name out there. This Hall of Fame thing, I am just honored to be apart of that. I really want to thank the WWE, the WWE Universe, Vince McMahon, Steph, Hunter, all those guys that gave me the opportunity to portray my talents and gave me a break, I just want to thank them all and say I appreciate it.” — Teddy Long

When you are in WWE, you dream of that moment when you get to reflect on your career and the things that you did and you get that wonderful individual honor. It seemed so far off in the distance for me when I was wrestling. I didn’t know when — or if — I’d ever experience that feeling. I certainly didn’t think I’d have that opportunity this early in my life. It’s amazing and very, very humbling.” — Beth Phoenix

What Are You Waiting For?

you and woojin are best friends. the catch? you’ve had a crush on him since forever, and you’re helping him ask another girl to prom.

  • ft. friend! kang daniel and older brother!jisung who eats cheese shirtless
  • high school
  • set in usa au? 

and after a million years, here is the woojin scenario. i ended up scrapping the 4k words of office!au that i had once i’d written in a medical emergency, because i’d literally hit rock bottom, so i started over completely.

Originally posted by woojinnies

“(Y/N), please help me,” Woojin whined, sending you finger hearts. “Please? Please? Please? Please?”

You rolled your eyes and flicked Woojin’s forehead. “Fine, I’ll help you ask Sohee out. But you’re buying me ice cream in return, got it?”

Woojin leapt up from the couch where you two had been sitting, doing a little dance in celebration. He’d been crushing on Kim Sohee, a girl from his Chemistry class, for a while, and kept asking you if you would help him ask her out. Little did Woojin know, you actually had a huge crush on him.

“So, can we get started?” Woojin asked you hopefully. You sighed, giving him a glare. “Pleaaaase?”

“Fine.” You straightened up to get a good look at him. “I guess step one would be to actually start talking to her.”

“Whaddya mean?”

“I mean,” you sighed in exasperation, “No girl is going to actually fall for a complete stranger. You need to talk to her! Get to know her! You’re an interesting guy, so let her know about what you’re into.”

Woojin nodded. “Got it. Get to know her, tell her about my own interests. I got this.”

+

“(Y/N), I fucked up.”

You glanced over to where Woojin laid, sprawled out on the grass of the football field. You opted for sitting in the bleachers, not wanting to get your jeans dirty.

“What happened?” You asked, throwing a chip at your best friend, “it couldn’t have gone that bad.”

“yeah, it did,” Woojin groaned, rolling over onto his stomach so that he could look up at you. He took a bite of his sandwich before continuing. “So I asked her about her hobbies and she told me about cheerleading, right? So I was all like oh, I dance, and dancing is pretty similar to cheerleading. But then she’s like, uh, no it’s not, cheerleading is way harder, and since I was talking to her I wasn’t paying attention to my Bunsen burner, and my sleeve caught on fire.” You gaped at him, amazed that he could actually be such a train wreck. “Look, my sweater is ruined!” He cried in anguish, lifting up the singed part of his sweater.

“Dancing is way harder than cheerleading, though!” You protested angrily, not really caring about Woojin’s sweaters. You’d been to every single one of his competitions, and you knew how physically and emotionally trying it was. “I mean, yeah competitive cheerleading is harder, but the kind of cheerleading she does? No way!”

“I need more advice, (Y/N),” Woojin sighed, brushing grass of his pants, “I really want to ask her to prom, but at this rate, there’s no way I’ll be able to.”

Why can’t you ask me to prom? I’m right here!

“Okay, um,” You frowned, trying to think of how Woojin would be able to overcome his nerdiness. “Yeah, I got nothing. I can try googling it?”

“Yeah, do that!” Woojin perked up, getting up to sit on the bleachers next to you.

“Oh, here’s the WikiHow,” you grinned, tapping on the link, “the surefire way to get a girl to like you. Number one, Walk Slower. No, that’s stupid, don’t do that.”

“What? No, that might work,” Woojin grabbed your phone from you to read the explanation, “I’ll try it.”

Apparently, at school, walking slower just frustrated people, and Woojin ended up getting shoved due to how slowly he was walking.

“Told you that wouldn’t work,” you laughed as Woojin launched himself onto the football field.

“That was such a stupid piece of advice!” Woojin groaned, “I hope the next tip is better.” You grabbed your phone and cleared your throat dramatically.

“Talk yourself up,” You read, “Talk about your skills or talents, but not in a way that makes you seem cocky.” Woojin glared at you.

“Isn’t that what got me into this situation in the first place?” he complained.

“Hey, you’ll never know unless you try, right?”

Woojin, apparently, never should have tried.

“She fucking roasted me!” Woojin groaned, banging his head against the back of your couch. The two of you were sitting in the living room of your house. While Woojin was being angsty and mopey, you enjoyed a nice ice cream sandwich. “She kept talking about how anyone can dance and how it’s not special!”

But I know that you’re special!

“Ey, you know that’s not true,” you nudged Woojin, “you’re super talented when it comes to dance! How many trophies do you have to prove it?”

Woojin mumbled something.

“Hmm? What was that? How many?”

“…twelve.” Woojin rolled his eyes, embarrassed.

“Exactly,” you clapped him on the shoulder. “I’m beginning to wonder if this girl is really worth it?” She wasn’t, you knew, but you didn’t want to burst Woojin’s bubble.

“What’s this you’re talking about?” Jisung, your older brother, butted in. He stood in the door to the living room, wearing only shorts, eating a piece of cheese. “A girl?”

“Hyung, help me!” Woojin explained his situation to Jisung, who shrugged.

“Dude, just ask her to prom,” Jisung rolled his eyes, heading back to his room, “the worst she can say is no.”

And surprisingly enough, Sohee didn’t say no. Woojin asked her right after chemistry class, and now he wouldn’t stop talking about it during lunch. Today, you two had decided to sit with your other friends.

“We get it, she said yes,” Park Jihoon rolled his eyes, “it’s just prom, not a wedding.”

“Oh?” Jeon Somi looked over at you, “(Y/N), are you the only one of us without a date to prom?”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you all,” you shrugged, looking down at your plate of food. “Kang Daniel asked me. I told him I’d think about it, but I’ll probably say yes.” Daniel had asked you as a friend, since it was his senior prom and he didn’t want to go alone. You two were good friends, so you figured you’d have fun even if it wasn’t Woojin.

“Ey, really?” Yoojung exclaimed, hitting you on the back, “that’s a real catch! Daniel’s so handsome!”

Woojin looked over at you with a slightly hurt expression. “Why didn’t you tell me anything?”’ His smile faded from his face.

“Oh, you were so happy about Sohee, I didn’t want to take away from that,” you replied, giving him a small smile.

“Wah, Kang Daniel!” Somi hummed appreciatively, “that is one fine specimen of a man.” As everyone laughed and nodded in agreement, you couldn’t help but notice how upset Woojin looked.

+

“Here’s your corsage,” you said, standing on your tiptoes to pin the bundle of flowers to Daniel’s suit jacket. He’d already given you a boutonniere, a creamy beige rose to compliment your flowing burgundy dress and his burgundy tie.

You two had decided to meet close to the venue so that you could arrive together, forgoing the usual pictures that you knew your parents would take.

“You look nice,” Daniel complimented you, letting you take his arm. You were several inches taller, thanks to the black stilettos that you’d dug out of the back of your closet. The two of you set off towards the venue of the dance. The night air was just settling in, and you spotted other couples who had the same idea as you.

“You know, I was a bit surprised that you didn’t go with Woojin,” Daniel commented as you waited at a crosswalk.

“Yeah, I was too,” you replied bitterly, “but it’s fine. He’s grown, he can make his own decicions for himself.”

“Ey, am I sensing saltiness there?” Daniel nudged your side with a grin. “You like him?”

You sighed, blowing some of the curled strands of hair out of your face, “is it that obvious?”

“No, it’s just that you guys are practically dating anyways,” Daniel responded, “I’m pretty sure that half the school thinks that you’re a thing. I mean, you guys bring each other coffee when you have tests, how much more boyfriend-y can you get?”

“Clearly not enough,” you muttered, still salty about how Woojin kept overlooking you in favor of Sohee.

“Hey, why don’t you try something tonight?” Daniel mentioned, right before you two got to the venue. “Why don’t I help you make him jealous, as a thank you for being my date even though I’m sure you would rather be at home in your sweats.”

You looked up at Daniel, contemplating what the outcome might be. You would you rather risk it and possibly get Woojin to see that you actually liked him? Or continue down the path that you’d been so far, of friendship and invisible heartbreak.

“Let’s do it.”

The two of you entered the venue, and you had to lift up your dress slightly so that you could walk. The dance was already in full swing, and the beat of the song hit you in the chest, the volume was so loud. Everyone was dancing and having a good time, except for the few stragglers who sat in the chairs surrounding the dance floor.

“Food?” Daniel asked in your ear, “I don’t see him.”

“Sure,” you responded, nodding. Once you’d collected food, you went to go sit down with Daniel’s friends, who you knew slightly. Luckily the food was good, and you munched through a slice of cake, some cookies, cut fruit, cheese, crackers, and a cake pop. Midway through your second slice of cake, Daniel nudged you.

“Woojin is here,” he yelled above the loud music, “wanna dance?”

You nodded, letting him help you up from your chair. Don’t Tell Em was playing, layered over heavy beats, and you joined Daniel in moving to the music.

“He saw you~” Daniel snickered, yelling into your ear, “and he doesn’t look too pleased.” As you moved side to side, you glanced quickly at Woojin and felt your heart skip a beat. His red hair was styled and he wore a crisp black tuxedo.

He looked up and made eye contact with you, only for Daniel to spin you away. The older boy snickered again, “ah, he’s so pissed! You’re doing great~”

+

You sighed, chewing on some grapes as you watched your peers dance. The dance was almost over, and you’d told Daniel to enjoy the rest of the night with his friends. You’d opted to grab a plate full of food and sit at one of the tables, enjoying their good food.

The floor slowly rearranged as a slow song started playing (cue nayaya piano vers. lololol). On the other side of the room, you could see Daniel messing around with Ong Seungwoo, pretending to slow dance with him.

“Hey.”

You jolted, looking up to see Woojin standing there.

“Hey,” you said back, smiling at him.

“Wanna dance?” Woojin asked you, holding out a hand. You placed your own hand in his, standing up. He carefully led you out to the dance floor, placing his hands on your waist. In turn, you rested your hands on his shoulders, letting him sway you around the dance floor.

“What happened to Sohee?” You asked, eyes scanning his face. His mouth twisted slightly and he shrugged.

“I realized that some people matter more to you than others,” he replied, drawing you closer. “In fact, I’ve realized a lot tonight.”

“Yeah?” You met his gaze, your heart speeding up as usual.

“Yeah,” he responded with his cute little smile, “I realized that you’re super special to me. I realized that I don’t like Daniel taking you to dances, or seeing you so beautiful like this. I realized that I was an idiot trying to chase Sohee when you were always there next to me, supporting me and my passions no matter what.”

“Yeah, you are an idiot,” you laughed, resting your head against his chest.

“I know,” Woojin sighed, “but I like you, and I would be really grateful if you’d date this idiot.”

“Yes, dumbass, I’ll date you,” you groaned, pulling away from his chest to roll your eyes at your idiot of a best friend—boyfriend?

“Wow, only three seconds of dating and you’re already being rude,” Woojin clicked his tongue.

“Ey, if anyone’s allowed to be rude, it’s me,” you responded, flicking him on the forehead.

“Ow, (Y/N), that hurt!”

“Ah, sorry oppa, here,” you stood on your tiptoes and kissed where you’d flicked him, sending him a wink. Woojin turned bright red and buried his face into your shoulder.

“Yah, Park Woojin, are you smelling me?”

“What? You smell good!”