i guess you tried my baby

Guess who got emotionally scarred again by playing the Platinum Demo after finishing FFXV?

Me. I did. I never played the Platinum Demo (nor Episode Duscae, bad move on my part). So when I saw that it was still available, I tried it out.


Playing as cute baby Noct when you know how his fate turns out is going to HURT. A LOT. 

Especially when you:

- learn that one of Noctis’s most treasured gifts from Regis was a soccer ball that he had always asked for. Then what he just wanted was for his father to play with him. But since Regis is a busy king, he can’t. So Noct would just wait by the Citadel steps every sunset waiting for Regis to come home, but no one shows up. So he just learned to ‘not care’ anymore. (tears)

- You’re led to believe that his ‘safe place’ is the Citadel, Insomnia. But after you fight an Iron Giant, baby Noct’s real ‘safe place’ appears: the REGALIA. It’s because when he’s riding the Regalia, he gets to be with Regis all the time. (then he gets to be with Prompto, Gladio, and Ignis later on) This makes the whole crash at Gralea and Noct saying goodbye to the car all the more painful. (It was already painful to begin with; but knowing this makes it especially tortuous). 

Noctis has been dealt such a shitty hand. Best worst sacrificial lamb ever. He needs a real happy ending! 




EVERYONE: Mulla, Mulla Mulla!*

ELIAS: What’s up, folks. Welcome back to the squad, as usual you look just as good. We’re actually out of ideas.

MIKAEL: We have some ideas from our audience.

ELIAS: They do?

MIKAEL: Yeah, it says they want us to syng.

ADAM: That’s not happening.

ELIAS: Yeah, that’s not happening. No singing, no singing.

ADAM: But what’s also important is that we’re out of ideas, so leave comments with suggestions. But singing isn’t happening.

ELIAS: But what we can do? What we can do instead is we can hum. Yeah, what we’ll do is that one of us has a phone and we’ll put in earphones and listen to the song and try to hum along with the song, and then the rest of us will -

ELIAS/YOUSEF: guess what song it is.

ADAM: Okay, I have a song for Yousef.

MUTASIM: Should we close our eyes?

ADAM: Close your eyes. Wait a bit.. Wait. Okay. Put in the earbuds, Yousef.

YOUSEF: Yeah, give them to me.

ADAM: This is one of my favorites.

ELIAS: Are you looking?


ELIAS: Did you look?

ELIAS: He tried to sneak a peak. Stop! Don’t try looking, man!

ADAM: You’re not allowed to guess now.

ELIAS: 50 Cent In da Club!!

ADAM: The artist is right, but a different song.

MUTTA: Is it Candy Shop?


EVERYONE: [sings along to Candy Shop]

ELIAS: No singing, no singing.

YOUSEF: That was one point for Mutta and so now I’ve thought of a song for him.

ADAM: Close your mouth when you hum.

MIKAEL: Is it that one, “Baby, I like your style”… Yes, it is, it is! What -

ADAM: Controlla, Controlla!

MIKAEL: Is it Controlla?

ADAM: No, it’s One Dance.

ELIAS: No singing, no singing.

EVERYONE: [Just like dancing around to Panda by Desiigner and making sounds]

ELIAS: Okay guys, now - we can’t hum more, my mom and sister are back. Thanks for watching

ADAM: Leave a thumbs up!

ELIAS: See you!

*Song lyrics, Karpe Diem’s “Lett å være rebell i kjellerleiligheten din”

valentine’s day // dylan o’brien

Summary: Dylan falls in love with a girl who hates Valentine’s Day

Requested: no

Pairing: Dylan & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language, themes, & smut throughout


His long legs extended across her lap as he took a large gulp of the amber liquid. Sighing contently, he placed the glass bottle on the floor and snuggled deeper into his couch. Her hands were lazily drapped over his feet as she focused on the television. The movie that they had been watching was fairly interesting although she was having a bit of a hard time following the plot.

“Wait, is he the sister’s boyfriend?” Y/N asked her best friend who shook his head in return.

“No, that’s the guy they met at the bar who looks like the boyfriend.” Dylan explained.

Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N continued to watch the film hoping somewhere along the way things would make sense.

This was their routine. Every Friday night for the past 3 years was spent on his lumpy couch drinking beer, eating pizza, and watching movies. As the ending credits started, Y/N let out a soft yawn as she extended her arms.

“What did you think?” Dylan asked, eager to know what she thought of the film. “I thought she was going to pick the boyfriend’s brother’s friend.” Y/N admitted with a giggle, thinking about the cliched love triangle movie she just watched. “The ending was very unexpected.”

Pulling his feet off of her lap, he sat on the edge of the couch.

“What about you?” She called out as he walked to the kitchen with his empty beer bottle.

“I was routing for the boyfriend’s brother’s friend too.” His laugh echoed throughout the kitchen.

Their friendship consisted of watching cheesy romance movies together, texts at 3am when they couldn’t sleep, and the comfort of knowing that they always had someone they could count on. It was completely platonic.

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kinks pt.1 || p.j.m

word count: 1.2K

warnings: this is super smutty and it’s only my guesses on what jimin could possibly be into during sexy time also this killed me to write so r.i.p.

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For the bittersamgirlclubTop 5 Challenge: Top 5 Most Heartbreaking Sam Moments. Well, thanks to the BSGC for this cruel and unusual prompt. If you’re interested in my thoughts on these five horrible moments then by all means, read on…

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feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

  • ❛ I never told you, but I was married once before. ❜
  • ❛ It was just a drunken Vegas thing. ❜
  • ❛ What’s her name and social security number? ❜
  • ❛ No, you’re not gonna kill her. ❜
  • ❛ If you don’t like them we can take them back. ❜
  • ❛ Happy endings are just stories that haven’t finished yet. ❜
  • ❛ The new curtains are hideous. ❜
  • ❛ Your aim’s as bad as your cooking sweetheart… and that’s saying something! ❜
  • ❛ Wait, why do I get the girl gun? ❜
  • ❛ You gotta take this bitch out! ❜
  • ❛ Don’t tell me how to handle my wife. ❜
  • ❛ It was just my cover, sweetheart. ❜
  • ❛ My parents died when I was five. I’m an orphan. ❜
  • ❛ That’s the second time you’ve tried to kill me today. ❜
  • ❛ Oh, come on, it was just a little bomb. ❜
  • ❛ Ask us the sex question. ❜
  • ❛ Still alive, baby? ❜
  • ❛ You obviously want me dead, and I’m less and less concerned for your well-being. ❜
  • ❛ Hey baby. I didn’t hear you downstairs. ❜
  • ❛ These fuckers get younger every year. ❜
  • ❛ I can’t believe I brought my real parents to our wedding. ❜
  • ❛ I guess that’s what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning. ❜
  • ❛ Chicken shit! ❜
  • ❛ Pussy! ❜
  • ❛ Come to Daddy. ❜
  • ❛ Who’s your Daddy now? ❜
  • ❛ Tell me you got smart and that you killed that lying bitch. ❜
  • ❛ Come on, let’s talk about this! You don’t want to go to bed angry! ❜
  • ❛ I thought I told you not to bother me at the office, honey. ❜
  • ❛ You burn the picture after you get the assignment! It’s the first thing you learn! ❜
  • ❛ Oh, I must have missed that day. Just like you missed the one about not marrying the enemy. ❜
  • ❛ Option A: You talk, we listen, no pain. ❜
  • ❛ Option B: You don’t talk, I remove your thumbs with my pliers, it will hurt. ❜
  • ❛ Option C: I like to vary the details a bit but the punchline is… you die. ❜
  • ❛ You saying you had your ass handed to you by some girl? ❜
  • ❛ There’s this huge space between us, and it just keeps filling up with everything that we don’t say to each other. What’s that called?  ❜
  • ❛ I have a theory, newly developed. ❜
  • ❛ I think you killed us. ❜
  • ❛ Why do you care? I was just a cover. ❜
  • ❛ It’s called evasive driving, sweetheart! ❜
  • ❛ I never went to MIT. Notre Dame. Art history major. ❜
  • ❛ Maybe it’s not such a good idea to undermine me in front of the hostage — sends a mixed message. ❜
  • ❛ Baby, you couldn’t find the button with both hands and a map. ❜
  • ❛ you really expect me to roll over and play dead? ❜
  • ❛ Well, you should be used to it after five years of marriage. ❜
  • ❛ We should so not be allowed to buy these. ❜
  • ❛ Tempting but I don’t get out of bed for less than half a million dollars. ❜
  • ❛ We’re going to have to re-do every conversation we’ve ever had. ❜
  • ❛ Have you been selling big guns to bad people? ❜
Wrong Loves My Company Pt 6 (NSFW 18+)

A/N: I don’t have much to say on this one except THANK YOU to @writing-obrien per usual. She helped me soooo much with this one, because contrary to popular belief, I suck at writing smut.


Word Count: 4526

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Here There Be Gerblins Part 1: TAZ Pre-Finale Relisten Recap
  • I’m doing the uncut version.  Pray for me.
  • Travis has his entire character and backstory locked and loaded prior to the pilot.  Justin has come up with the name Taako.  Both of these things are equally ridiculous in completely different ways.
    • BONUS:  Justin: “I’m playing a wizard and his name is spelled T-A-A-K-O.”  Travis: “So like… Tae… Tae-koh?”  Justin:  “Well, I mean, it’s-”  Griffin: “Is your wizard named… are you naming your god damn wizard Taco?”
  • Travis describes Magnus’s stats as “everything’s twenties across the board, plus twenties on all of his skill checks, and he has a magic sword that kills people in one hit” and the fact that this is NOT ACTUALLY THAT FAR OFF FROM CURRENT MAGNUS is absolutely wild
  • Taako was originally an acolyte of Oghma, god of wizardly shit. That tidbit got dusted real fast, probably for the best.
  • Clint actually says that Merle being a good dancer is a character trait in this episode.  In the Legato/Voidfish loop Clint studies interpretive jazz dance at the conservatory.  Good job Clint
  • Motion to make points of inspiration being fucking useless into an IPRE meme even though that doesn’t make any sense.
  • When Clint remarks about his inexperience with D&D Travis actually says, word for word, “I honestly believe that dad is going to be the best one at this game. I mean skill, you gotta roll your dice and not blow it.”  Holy shit does this particular tune change.  Poor Clint and his cursed rolls.
  • Clint describes some no-bakes that Justin made and Griffin says he should be the one DMing the game.  Clint McElroy superhero campaign for next arc confirmed?

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Bts reaction to you wanting a threesome

Request:  Can you do a BTS reacting to you wanting a threesome with one of the other members ? Thanks bb!


“You want Namjoon to join,baby? Why? Am I not enough? I mean, I’m your man, not him. Because he is rough? Am I not? He can be your master and I’m your daddy? I guess I’m okay with this. We can try.”

Originally posted by bambamisaboomyinmypants


“Jiminie? You want us to tie Jiminie and have fun wiht him too? And how about I tie you both and have fun with btoh my kittens? You are a small greedy kitten. Look at yourself. Nodding so fast. You tried being a big girl, but that just doesn’t work, does it?”

Originally posted by yoonseok


“You want Hobi or Jin to join us? Why? One cock is not enough anymore? Are you a little cock slut? Yes? But of course you are. My little kitten. Whatever you want. I’ll invite them both.

Originally posted by hoseokxx


“I can call any of the boys. Who do you want? Namjoon? You are pretty greedy baby, you know that, right? Somehow my pride is hurt,but still, two people destrying your body is way more fun. I want to see Joonie owning you.

Originally posted by meanyoongis


“You want what? Y/n baby, why would you want Yoongi hyung to join us? Yes, I like…wait, are you getting turned on by watching me kissing Yoongi hyung? Yes?! Oh, ok. I guess we can ask him. Some day.


“Y/n baby, Jungkookie? Are you sure you want both me and Jungkook? Are you sure you’ll be able to survive us both. You see, you barely survive after a night with me, what’ll happend when I call my best friend. We are kinda crazy match.


“I guess we both want Tae. Good. If we call Jimin it will be more of a competition than anything else. Let’s ask Taehyung. After all, my cock and his are the best. I can’t wait to destroy this little body of yours. You’ll beg to never had asked this from me.”



Also we are playing “Would you rather” so tag along.

*Requests are closed*

anonymous asked:

Everyone's family comes to visit for parents' weekend. Including Dex's and Nursey's. But Dex's is late and so after their game a little boy comes running up to Dex, but instead of yelling Billy like the team expects, he yells daddy. Let the team see soft Dex interacting with his son. Let Dex see how amazing Nursey is with kids. Let Nursey lose his chill over adorable baby Dex. Let Bitty bake with this baby! And let Dex see how truly supportive and amazing Nursey is. & backstory for baby plz

i love love love love love this prompt.  Its mostly a bullet point fic, but its pretty long…

Thanks for the prompt! Enjoy! :-) xxxx


* Dex leaves the Haus early every night.  Usually a few hours earlier than anyone else.  On roadies he heads up to his room at 7 o’clock sometimes, or goes for a walk.

- The team don’t want to pry, but were confused, concerned, and a little nosy.  They have found out he’s on the phone to someone he’s close to, because they’ve overheard him saying “love you lots” a few times.

- So they figure he’s probably talking to a girlfriend.

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Obsessed| Part ONE

Negan x Y/N x Daryl

Words: 1253

Summary: The reader is the 20 years old daughter of Rick, in a relationship with Daryl for some months now. When Negan killed Abraham and Glenn, Daryl attacked him because Negan was interested in you.

Warning: Coming Chapters contain smut, drugs and suggested rape


Everything started so good. This day started so good. We all were happy, we all were safe and now, nothing good was left. 

I was scared but I guess this was normal in a situation like this. We were on our knees, surrounded by those men, who pointed their guns to our heads and the worst part was: All my loved ones were here and could die, everyone except Judith. My baby sister could lost her whole family right now, this thought made me sick.

“Calm down, Y/N. I am here, I won’t let anyone hurt you,” Daryl whispered, who was kneeling next to me and I tried to calm down, but it wasn’t that easy. I just was happy he was here. So many days we were separated and I had hoped to see him today again. My wish came true, but this wasn’t what I imagined.

“You can’t promise something like that,” I whispered and looked to my dad, who was next to Carl. Jesus, when I lose one of them I would die.

“Pissing our pants yet?” Scared I looked to the man, who got out of a bus and in his hand he had a fucking baseball bat, “Boy, do I have a feeling we’re getting close. It’s gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon.” Shit. All I could thought about was that this guy here was completely crazy. He smiled like something great just happened, walked to the circle, where our people were kneeling and I knew exactly who he was. This has to be Negan. The real Negan.

“So, which of you pricks is the leader?” The man who took all our weapons pointed to my father and I closed my eyes, when the man I was fucking sure about he was Negan, walked to him. My strong father, who was my little hero my whole life, he was pale and I never saw him this scared. He wasn’t scared he might could die, no, he was scared because everyone knew we won’t make it out alive, not all of us.

“…give me your shit or I will kill you,” Negan said in a cold voice to my dad, “Today was career day. We invested in a lot, so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. You have shit, you give it to me. That’s your job. Now, I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly will. You ruled the roost. You built something. You thought you were safe. I get it. But the word is out. You are not safe. Not even close. In fact, you are pegged, more pegged if you don’t do what I want. And what I want is half your shit.” He started to walk and looked at each one of us. When he was in front of me I drop my gaze. I didn’t want to look into his eyes. I didn’t want to see his face in the nightmares I have and I had many of them, every single fucking night. I saw walkers, I saw the dead and the faces of men like him, who were just crazy. Without Daryl I would have lost my mind a long time ago.

“You don’t really think that you were gonna get through this without being  punished, now, did you?,” Negan asked amused and I could hear my heart breaking into pieces. He will kill us all. I looked to Maggie, one of my best friends, pregnant, she deserved so much better and now she could die and even if Negan won’t kill her or us, she might die tonight, she wasn’t in a really good settle.

“So now… I’m gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you,” he said happily and I was glad when Daryl took my hand in his one, even when his grip was painful but he tried to calm down, before he might do something stupid. I knew him very well to see that he was about to do some mistakes. Negan walked from my father to Abraham and over to Carl, who looked to this dangerous man like he was about to kill him. Jesus, my family was crazy.

“Shit kid, lighten up. At least cry a little.” Nope Carl won’t cry. My little brother had more guts than I could ever have, but I just saw so much more pain in my life. I was broken, not completely but a part of me just was broken. I was too much in my own thoughts and when Glenn screamed ‘No’ I just was confused about what happened when Negan’s men pushed him back in line. At least Negan showed mercy and didn’t kill him right now for this move.

“All right listen. Don’t any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. First one’es free, it’s an emotional moment I get it,” Negan explained and in the moment he decided to sing a fucking song and chose in that way who is going to die, I closed my eyes, let my hair fall in front of my face like a curtain and tried not to cry when Negan stopped his little game “and you… are… it.” I opened my eyes, saw it was Abraham and closed my eyes again when I heard the other cry, when I heard the sound of his head squishing and I thought I’m gonna puke but I managed it. Abraham was dead. I started to cry with this thought and opened my eyes slowly, looked horrified to all the blood and how Negan stopped hitting Abraham’s head which wasn’t even a head anymore.

“Look at my dirty girl,” he laughed, meant his baseball bat Lucille he introduced earlier  and I winced when Negan suddenly looked to me, “Oh sweetheart, you hid your pretty face from me and now look at you. A beauty with doll eyes.” He smiled and I had no idea what I should do. Now I looked to the man who was able to kill us all, who just killed Abraham for fun and I imagined a monster, but he was just a handsome man with the smile of the devil. I didn’t know what to do when he looked to my hand which was still clasped with Daryl’s.

“Was he a friend of yours?”, Negan asked amused and scared I look to my father, who looked like he will pass out soon.

“Y-yes,” I answered and winced even more, when he stroke a strand of my hair back and I saw that Daryl will explode in some seconds. O god we will die.

“And your name is?”
“Y/N,” I said quietly and Daryl shouted: “Get the hell away from her!”

“Daryl!,” I whispered scared and Negan started to laugh.

“You worried I could find interest in your little girl? Because you are damn fucking right when she looks at me with this big fucking eyes, I just wanna take her and…” That was too much. Daryl jumped up, released my hand and hit Negan in his face. I started to scream and just felt how Michonne grabbed my arm, pushed me back, when Negan’s men took Daryl to one of his cars. Negan’s attention went to Glenn and the punishment for Daryl’s action was Glenn’s dead. 


I know my english is bad but I hope you guys like it somehow. The gif is not mine xx

If Mama Ain’t Happy

Character: Dean, Reader, Sam, Cas

Pairing: Dean x Wife! Reader

Warnings: Language, Slight Angst?, Fluff, Accidents(teehee), Slight Secondhand Embarrassment (I couldn’t stop laughing while I wrote it), Kinda Funny (If I forgot anything please don’t hesitate to let me know)

Word Count: 2780

Prompt: “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to kill me.” (Prompt will be in bold when it appears in the fic)

A/N: This is my entry for @impala-dreamer One Prompt For All Dean Challenge. It took me a while to write it, but I’m pretty proud of what I came up with. If you haven’t read my first two fics you probably wouldn’t know that I have a thing for angst. So, for this challenge I decided to end things on a fluffier note than I have been. So…enjoy give me feedback, I’d really appreciate it and thanks to @impala-dreamer for the amazing challenge, it was super fun to write!

Tags For Fun: @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @winchesters-favorite-girl 

“You’re acting like a child.” Dean’s voice can be heard mumbling through the locked door. You ignored him as you had been for the past two hours. “Come on. Babe?”

Instead of answering you write him a note and stick it underneath the door. You could hear him grabbing and unfolding the paper.

“Aw come on, seriously!” He yells after a few seconds. You can’t help but to laugh at his reaction to your little love note…or lack there of. “You can’t stay locked in there all day, you have to come out sometime! You’ll get hungry!”

You only rolled your eyes at him. He knew you were being a tad bit over dramatic, but he also knew that it couldn’t be helped. Your hormones were raging and your idiot husband wasn’t helping he told himself as he waited in vain for some sort of response. You wrote him another note and slid it under the door. Instead of retreating back to the desk and taking a seat in the chair in which you previously resided, you carefully slid down the wall pen in hand so that you were sitting right next to the door.

You could see Dean’s silhouette indicating that he was in the same position on the other side. Again, you saw him grab the note from the ground. He sighed, and quickly jumped up from his spot his shadow quickly retreating down the hall. You yourself sighed, thinking that he’d finally given up on getting you to open the door and talk to him.

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Nursery News- Derek Hale

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Request// Oh! For the Derek as a dad week You could do one where Derek knows you’re pregnant (like you smell different from the pregnancy hormones or something) and he surprises you by making a nursery and that’s how you find out you’re pregnant with his kid? - @lillimay99

*What a fun way to kick off the week! Thank you guys for all the request and I hope you enjoy this as much as I did. xoxo*

Derek and you had promised to keep no secrets from one another since the beginning of your relationship, but this would be the only exception. It would only be for a short period of time and the “consequences” are something he’s wanted for years now: you were pregnant with his child.

He had a sneaking suspicion for the past two weeks, but it wasn’t until today that he was sure. It all started when your smell was different than normal. Usually, you’d smell like a mix of apples and his own smell, but now he could smell a hormone that he knew but couldn’t put a finger on (now, he knew it was the same scent his mother had when she was pregnant with Cora). It didn’t make sense until he heard another heartbeat. The first couple nights, he thought it had been an intruder in the house and would search around the house on high alert. He had never smiled brighter than when he realized the heartbeat was coming right from your stomach while you slept.

The big question was how was he going to tell you that you were carrying his child? An opportunity like this wasn’t something a man usually got. After running his hands through your hair while you slept under the rising sun, he finally got an idea. The perfect idea.

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afireforaheart  asked:

hi idk if youve noticed but since you do song analysis i just wanted to point that esny has that same bassline as baby blue by badfinger..i didnt know what to make of this cause the story behind the song is a little sad


This was the track I was looking for last night, thank you! I was searching through Todd Rundgren and couldn’t find it. Yes, the bass run was so familiar, but I just couldn’t remember it.

Here’s the song:


The song does have a sad history associated with it. Todd Rundgren and George Harrison got Apple Records to finish production of Badfinger’s album, “Straight Up,” in 1971 (“Baby Blue” was one of the singles). The lead singer and songwriter, Pete Ham, wrote this song for an ex-girlfriend, Dixie Armstrong. He commuted suicide at age 27.


Guess I got what I deserved
Kept you waiting there too long, my love
All that time without a word
Didn’t know you’d think that I’d forget or I’d regret
The special love I had for you, my baby blue

All the days became so long
Did you really think, I’d do you wrong?
Dixie, when I let you go
Thought you’d realize that I would know
I would show the special love I have for you, my baby blue

What can I do, what can I say
Except I want you by my side
How can I show you, show me the way
Don’t you know the times I’ve tried?

[guitar solo (Joey Molland)]

Guess that’s all I have to say
Except the feeling just grows stronger every day
Just one thing before I go
Take good care, baby, let me know, let it grow
The special love you have for me, my Dixie, dear.

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And darling I will be loving you ('til we're 70)

July 22: Nurseydex week Day 7 – future

In theory, Dex should be used to wearing suits by now, working a Real Adult job and all, but he’s fairly certain neckties have never been this uncomfortable before. It’s too tight, but he doesn’t want to loosen it because Nursey did it for him before he left the house, and that means it must look good the way it is.

“Good luck with the meeting,” Nursey had said, pressing a kiss to the underside of Dex’s neck as he smoothed his collar down. “You’re gonna do great, I know it.”

“Thanks,” Dex was fidgeting, nervous as all hell and totally unable to control it. “Hey,” Nurse said after a moment, his voice gentle. “You’re never this worried before dinner meetings. What’s going on?”

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Lancelot "Meant to be yours" Parody Lyrics:

Edit 2: Made this so Keithis the one who rescues Lance

Edit: I revised some lyrics so it sounds better and adds a bit more context to it.

I was listening to Meant to be Yours from the heathers musical today and I was like this a perfect Lancelot song so I changed some lyrics and the setting and made this thing. Enjoy (I guess)!

Scene: Lance has been captured by Lotor and in attempts to escape he is severely hurt. Lance locks himself in a room on Lotor’s ship waiting to either die or until someone come to rescue him. Lotor tries to get him to come out, unaware that Lance has been hurt. Meanwhile Keith infiltrates Lotor’s ship to save Lance.

All is forgiven baby!
Come on, get dressed!
You’re my date to the battle tonight.

You chucked me out like I was trash,
For that you should be dead—
But! But! But!
Then it hit me like a flash,
What if this war went away instead?

Those paladins are the key
They’re keeping you away from me
They made you blind, messed up your mind
But I can set you free!

You left me and I fell apart,
I punched the wall and cried—
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Then I found you changed my heart
And set lose all that truthful shit inside
And so I built a bomb
Tonight this system is Vietnam
Let’s guarantee they’ll never see their conquest rise!

I was meant to be yours
We were meant to be one
Don’t give up on me now
Finish what we’ve begun
I was meant to be yours

So when the Galra Fleet goes boom with everyone inside—
Pchw! Pchw! Pchw!
In the rubble of their tomb
We’ll plant this note explaining why they died!

Lotor & Galra soldiers:
We, the soldiers of the Galra Empire will die.
Our burnt bodies may finally get through to you.
Your society churns out slaves and blanks, no thanks.
Signed, the Soldiers of the Galra Empire.

We’ll watch the smoke roll down the halls
Bring marshmallows,
We’ll make s’mores!
We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!

I was meant to be yours
We were meant to be one
I can’t make this alone
Finish what we’ve begun

You were meant to be mine
I am all that you need
You carved open my heart
Can’t just leave me to bleed

Lance! Open the—open the door, please
Lance! Open the door.
Lance! Can we not fight anymore?
Please, can we not fight anymore?
Lance, sure, you’re scared,
I’ve been there, I can set you free
Lance, don’t make me come in there
I’m gonna count to three!
One! Two! Quiznak it!

*Sees Lance’s unconscious body in a pool of blood*
Oh my God! No! Lance!
Please don’t leave me alone
You were all I could trust
I can’t do this alone

Lotor & Galra soldiers/Paladins:
Still I will if I must!

*Slightly above a whisper*
I came to rescue you.
*Normal Voice*

Something New

***PLEASE NOTE: This is a series. You can find all parts linked below.***

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

Summary: Things get sweet with Lafayette.

Words: 2.1k+

Part One | Part Two

A/N: So I honestly didn’t know where this was gonna go but then I was tired and let my brain flow and this happened. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! (shout out to Ale for being my awesome beta)

Tags: @merrahonthawall @thehamiltonpost  @butlinislin @daveeddiggsit, @nadialinett14, @librarychild, @spidey-boii, @me-hoy-me-trash, @serkewen12, @daveedish, @linmanuclmiranda, @autistic-alien, @runnerriley, @hamilsquad-writings @hamilbroke

It had been a few weeks since the incident with Lafayette. After the 3rd week, you pushed thoughts of the Frenchman to the back of your head. There was no point in thinking about him when he hadn’t shown his face in so long, each passing week your hopes lowered until they had mostly diminished. He was just a stranger anyway; a really kind and beautiful stranger but, still a stranger.

“Y/N! You’re spacing out again!”

Taylor’s voice brought you back into the moment, how long had you been shaking this margarita? You sighed and poured it out, giving it to the woman in front of you and starting a Bloody Mary. It was a Wednesday, the club wasn’t dead but it wasn’t packed either, you could breathe easier during this shift. You smiled and slid the Bloody Mary to the customer, thanking them as they dropped $5 in the tip jar. You were washing out a cup when a voice behind you called out an order.

“Can I have a Jack and Coke?”

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Jared Leto Imagine -Please Don’t Go

Anonymous said:Jared Leto imagine where the reader finds out that jared only used her for publicity at first but jared tries to get her back and say sorry and that he had fallen in love with herr 😋❤️️

Your P.O.V.

Everything that surrounded felt like a perfect surface to punch and kick at. I was so angry but at the same time I was absolutely devastated. After feeling happy for the first time in months, everything came crashing down. My home didn’t even feel like my home. It’s like the past year had been a fucking lie.

My ‘boyfriend’ had used me for publicity. He had been fooling me for a year! One fucking year, 52 weeks you get it.

I had thrown the magazine that had written a full two sided article about me and Jared away and I had managed to break a flower vase. Now it was on the bedroom floor completely shattered and dirt was everywhere. I didn’t care. I was fighting my tears hard as I tried to pack a suitcase.

Jared was supposed to be at the studio for two more hours so I thought I could leave without him interrupting me. I didn’t know what I’d do if I saw him. Surprise surprise he came home early. I heard his heavy footsteps because he was running. They were approaching. ‘’Y/N! Y/N?’’ He called out for me worriedly. He sounded really jittery.

The door opened and I knew he saw me by the end of the bed, packing my belongings. ‘’Jesus’’ He breathed out and came over. My emotions took over me easily and I knew I was going to break down. I turned around with teary eyed and I saw him. Jared’s hair was a mess and his eyes were really glossy like he was on the verge of tears. 

‘’Fuck you!’’ I spat angrily and then felt my own hot tears smudging my make up even more. ‘’Baby..listen to me. I-I can explain everything’’ He promised me. Jared tried to walk closer to me and he tried to touch my shoulder, but I slapped his hand away. ‘’Don’t touch me Jared! I hate you!’’ I swore with fire in my veins. It caused his mouth to gape.

Silence fell upon us. I guess it was easy to notice that we were both shocked. I just said that and honestly I wasn’t sure what to feel. Could I be sorry? Was he really sad? Or was this an act too?

I groaned and looked away from him. The look on his face was just too much for me to handle. I was going to grab a shirt but Jared grabbed my wrist. ‘’Y/N please listen to me okay?’’ He begged and then stepped closer. I took a deep shaky breath and that’s when I smelled his sweet cologne. It just made me even more emotionally confused. ‘’I see that you saw those articles’’ He started with a small voice. Damn right I did.

‘’And I admit it’s true but they’ve twisted so many things. Can we please just take a seat and talk?’’ He requested wistfully. That’s when I pulled my hand away from him and raised them up. ‘’Jared there’s nothing to talk about! You lied to me. You used me. How the hell am I supposed to believe anything if all we’ve had has been a big fat lie?’’ I hollered furiously, but at the same time crying. Jared was crying too now and I hated this sight but I wouldn’t comfort him. No matter how much I wanted to.

Suddenly he put his hands together and kneeled down so he was literally in a begging position. It made me shut up and my heart started beating harder. What was he doing? ‘’Y/N please..I’m begging you. Give me one chance’’ He pleaded. Then he came a little closer to me. I looked into his pretty blue eyes and it caused my heart to throb painfully.

‘’Y/N please I love you’’ he added and that was too much. ‘’Fine’’ I gave in and then I took a deep breath. Jared’s lips were trembling. He stood up and grabbed my hands, leading me to the right side of the bed. I forced myself to follow and then sit down next to him. This was his one chance. 

‘’First of all I’m not expecting you to forgive me for anything just let me explain’’ Jared started as he still held my hands. I didn’t bother to pull them back. I just nodded and let him explain. ‘’In the beginning over a year ago my managers got angry because I had been single for so long. They said that the band needed more articles and interviews. So they came up with a solution. I had to find a girlfriend’’ He began and honestly I felt so stupid. Why didn’t I see through his lies?

‘’I saw you. Once we started talking I felt like you were perfect. The managers said that you had to be younger so we’d be the center of spotlight. I admit that first I didn’t think this was going to be important but the more I got to know you the better things got. I was happy because I actually liked you. It didn’t feel like a job anymore. This what we have felt real. I thought I could just forget the reason why we got together. I wanted to forget the past and actually be with you like a normal couple’’ Jared promised me and he ignored his tears that silently rolled down his face.

I was speechless. I wanted to believe him but I didn’t know how. This was really hard and truly overwhelming. Jared looked at me sadly but with a little hope. He probably expected some sort of a reaction but I was as quiet as a rock.

‘’Please say something’’ He whispered and snapped me out of my little bubble. Our eyes met and I could feel his sorrow. It was genuine. But I didn’t know if I could trust my senses. After all I never doubted him. Could it be because he wasn’t acting? Could it really be that he had actually fallen in love with me?

‘’I don’t know what to say Jared’’ I whimpered and blinked away more tears. Damn I swear I was crying a river. ‘’Just please don’t leave me’’ He begged and cupped my cheek. His thumb wiped away my tears and it caused me to close my eyes. I just tried to relax as his hand touched me so closely. I just remembered all the times we had been closer. All our dates, happy memories, sad memories, everything. I truly wanted them to be real.

The feeling of being emotionally overwhelmed was awful. I was sick of this feeling so for once I did the right thing and I pushed my thoughts away. Then for a little moment I just wanted to be with him without thinking. I leaned closer to Jared and I wrapped my arms around him. First he tensed up but it didn’t take long until he pulled me closer so my legs were in his lap and his strong arms were around me. Then I lost it.

Tears kept rolling down my face and I was sobbing uncontrollably. Jared’s hand was running up and down my back like he always did when he was comforting me. Then he rocked us gently, letting me weep. I could tell that he was crying too.’’I’m sorry’’ He kept telling me over and over again. ‘’I don’t w-want to go away Jared’’ I stuttered with a lump in my throat. Speaking felt really hard.

‘’I’m not going anywhere as long as you stay. Okay?’’ He whispered and tried to make a deal. I just nodded and melted into his arms. I could think later when I calmed down. We could talk things through but for now I just wanted to close my eyes and be here with him. My head ached way too much for it to think. ‘’I love you Y/N please just..know that I mean it’’ He reminded me. His voice was hoarse but the way he spoke sounded very reassuring.

I love you too, I thought in my head. Right now I couldn’t bring myself to the point where I could say that but I knew he knew my feelings were mutual. If not, I would be long gone already.

The Message Board

Description: The boys get worried when their little sister stops a usual activity.

A/N: This is my first one so I hope you all enjoy! Let me know if you want to be tagged, or if you just have tips on how to improve in general!

Readers Age: 11 or 12

Tag(s): @winchesters-favorite-girl

Warnings: None

   In an attempt to stop your bad habit of writing on walls, when you were five, your brothers had attached a small chalkboard to your door. You became so fascinated by the chalk and the way the colors looked on your door, you had stopped drawing on the other walls in the bunker. However, this did not stop the smiley faces on the furniture. Even though the habit of marking everything in your path with marker stopped, your doodles on the board did not. You grew up drawing sketches, or putting messages on the outside of your door.

   You were a pretty positive kid, considering the life you were growing up in. The messages on the board normally reflected your happiness. Your brothers daily routine involved checking the board as well. The image and saying changed daily. You would have it up before Sam came back from his run, and before Dean woke up in the morning. An assortment of colors and fonts would show the boys what mood, and what the day would be like with their little sister. It was never, ever left blank in the seven years you had had it.

   Sam walked past your room, glancing over to see that last night’s message was still the same. He decided to shrug it off, thinking maybe you were tired from staying up and studying. He went about his morning just as usual, giving it no other thought.

   Later, Dean passed by your door after having lunch. He looked over towards your door, seeing that the message was still the same as last night’s. He stopped and gave the door a good, hard look. He walked down the hall, trying to shrug the strange feeling off.

   When it came to dinner, the boys sat at the table. You were nowhere to be seen. They waited for you, when finally Sam decided to go get you. They both hadn’t seen you all day, and it was unlike your normal self to avoid them. The message board was changed, but this time it had a little rain cloud drawn on it. He squinted as he read the little caption.Leave food outside the door. He quickly went back to the kitchen.

   “Dean, I think there is something wrong with Y/N,” he said.

Dean looked up from his plate, “She’s probably just out of cherry lip gloss again Sammy,” he smirked .

 Sam rolled his eyes, “No Dean, the message board has a sad little sketch. I think something is seriously wrong”.

  Dean dropped his burger, and stood.They both went back to your room, but this time the board was completely blank. They glanced at each other, both showing looks of worry and furrowed brows. Dean opened the door slowly, and Sam followed. They came to find you laying face down on your bed. Books were scattered everywhere, along with lose papers and pens.

   “Y/N, what’s going on in here?” Dean asked. You didn’t respond, just stayed put.

“Uh, Y/N, would you mind facing us at least?” Sam asked.

 You groaned, and pulled yourself up. When they finally got a look at your face there were tear stains and red, puffy eyes.

 “Y/N/N what’s wrong?” Sam asked, giving you his classic puppy eyes as he hopped over the little piles on your floor.

   You sighed, and wiped at your eyes. “I can’t think of any more quotes for my board,” you replied. You played with the ends of your sleeves as a smile cracked across Dean’s face.

 “Baby girl are you telling us you’re crying over the chalk board?” he tried not to laugh.

 You nodded, “It’s not funny!”.

Sam also cracked a smile, “It is a little bit”. They both started chuckling as you groaned and laid back down.

   “Y/N why don’t you just look online?” Sam asked.

 “Yeah, use that phone for something other than texting,” Dean snickered.You sat up again, and gave a small smile, “I guess I could try that. These books are kinda useless,” you pushed a piece of hair from your eyes. Sam almost fell off the bed. Dean sat on the other side of you, and gave your hand a little squeeze.

 “You know, if you start feeling pains in your-,” Sam started but both Dean and yourself gave him a horrified look.

 “Okay, okay, just making sure this wasn’t caused by mother nature’s gift. I know it’s usually an emotional time of the month”.

 You rolled your eyes, “I’ll make sure to put it on the board if it happens.” “Please don’t,” Dean squawked.

   Your brothers helped you clean up the mess, and from then on the message board was never empty again. It did every once in a while inform them on when you needed some ice cream and the heating pad however.