i hate the green one but hi

i never use reference when i draw bakugou because i hold my own bakugou expertise in such high esteem so the one element i forget every single time is his like, garterbelt things (i have no idea what else to call them). i like them bc they bring more green into the costume but i also hate them because they break up the amorphous shape of those huge baggy tripp pants. in my mind they cease to exist between the times that i actually see them

I like playing the spares too what do I do lmao no one hate me if I play the spares too ok omg (for the grapes) (and any other future legacies) it won’t be too confusing if they all have same last name
I like also if I had one child for the “red” era and then another that is green like fernley I like to keep that gen alive still 🌸😂 that green kid can also be a scientist like his mum

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earth c


this was supposed to be a valentine’s drawing but i immediately hated it about an hour in so uh

i finished it before i could no longer bear to look at it

+ close up because i spent time on drawing that grass just to blur it

like what do you want to bet that at least once when Jason was Robin, he made Bruce laugh in front of the Justice League by standing behind Hal and mimicking everything he did while pouting stoically. 

meanwhile Hal feared for his mortal soul because Batman was looking right at him and laughing. 

and what do you want to bet that he’s even WORSE about it whenever they run into Hal now? 

Jason prancing around on a rooftop behind him providing running commentary through the comm

“In brightest day, in blackest night, something something i hate yellow GREEN LANTERN!” 

The only thing scarier than having the Bat laugh at you is having him and a gaggle of Batlings quietly start laughing one by one and then composing themselves, only to repeat the cycle

spock’s freckles appear when he’s seven years old and out in the vulcan sun too much and his mother catches him trying to scrub off the faint green dots one night, because he hates them he hates them can’t she see how human they make him look; when he’s twelve he learns, to his horror, that they now shimmer when his face flushes, the boys who spit it at him holding him pressed up against a wall but he just turns away because he’s already learned to not fight back; no one dares to say anything to him about them at the academy, but he can feel their eyes glancing over the light spots on his skin like a brand, just one more thing to alienate him from both of the cultures he tries to claim as his own; but it’s later, much later, when he’s first officer, when he’s laying in jim kirk’s arms and being told “you have a galaxy spread over your cheeks, so beautiful, you’re so beautiful” and soft lips are on his bare shoulder, that he finally thinks that maybe, just maybe, its okay to be different for once

Jon Walker Appreciation
  • an awesome musician
  • Cat person like woah
  • how adorable is he even???
  • scruff appreciation
  • Probably wore flipflops to his own wedding
  • Married his high school sweetheart Cassie
  • Is the first member of pre split panic to be a dad
  • likes Green Day
  • Is an extremely talented singer wow that is actually one of the good things to come out of the split
  • Have you seen his twitter??
  • A laid back and chill dude
  • Tries to keep in touch with the rest of bandom
  • Pretty sure he wants a panic reunion
  • Also as much as I love fever era panic, it’s really cute how Jon never really fit into the whole emo aesthetic yknow? I bet he hid from Ryan and his makeup kit
  • Why would you hate Jon Walker jfc?????

I used to hate the color of my eyes cause they weren’t blue or green or gray, just plain ol’ brown. But then, this one time during lunch at 10th grade, the boy I liked was talking about something to his friends at our table when he suddenly stopped talking and told his friends to look at me. He literally told every single person eating at our table to stop whatever they were doing to look at my eyes because “it’s beautiful, look at how it changes color when the sunlight hits it just right. Look at it!” My face began to blush at the complimemt and the attention so everyone was telling him to stop being annoying and to apologize for bothering me, and all I could do was cover my face with my hands to hide the smile forming on my lips. I started loving my eye color after that, it’s been four years since.

Care Takers

Characters: Y/N Ackles (Reader), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Rob Benedict, Richard Speight, Paige and Erin Ackles (reader and Jensen’s two year old twins - mentioned)

Pairing: Jensen x Wife!Reader

Warnings: gross behavior, snot, teasing co-stars, very light implied smut   

Wordcount: 1200ish

A/N: Silly little one shot inspired by Jensen letting Jared blow his nose on Jensen’s sleeve at BurCon 16.

Thanks to my sassy wonderful sissy @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this silliness for me.

NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL - I LOVE HER THIS IS FICTION. ASSUME SHE IS HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE.

You all but ran off stage to the green room with Misha right behind you. You tried to kick him as he passed you. Pretending to be you, giggling like a schoolgirl and skipping, making fun of your excitement to see your husband again.

“Shut up Mish!” You laughed hitting his shoulder with your fist. “I haven’t seen him since last weekend dude.”

“Oh an entire week. How did you get through it,” Mark appeared, his voice laced with sarcasm making you pull a face of him as he joined you in your path towards the Green Room.

“How long have you been married for again? 4-5 years?” Misha smirked besides you making you pull a face at him.

“Almost 6,” you replied before making a dramatic sigh when the two men started laughing out loud. You put on your pretend angry face, but you knew they saw right through you. Your excitement were not easy to hide after all, since your husband was only a door away from you now.

“You know what! You two suck!” You pouted when they continued laughing at you. You pushed the door to the green room open and all annoyance instantly left your body with the sight of your husband. He was standing with his back against you talking to Rob, Rich and Jared.

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Running Late

Written for the wonderful Kari ( @thing-you-do-with-that-thing​ ) and her 5K Celebration. She took aesthetic requests, made the aesthetic, sent it to writers, and let us run with it. Her gorgeous aesthetic is below the cut!

Summary: Misha and the reader are together. Reader makes Misha late for his panel at a convention.

Warning: smut, nsfw gif below the cut

Word Count: 1800ish

A/N: I don’t really do RPFs, but I wanted to give this challenge a try. If RPFs aren’t your thing, skip this one. (Also, this is for fun. No hate toward Vicki or their relationship.)

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Reblog of you think Enoch would be a full blown emo in the present.
-I mean, seriously. Nirvana, Green Day, My Chemical Romance, Black Veil Brides, Fall Out Boy, all of the other punk and emo bands.
-Like imagine him playing the guitar and growing out his hair a little more.
-All the other kids would hate it but he would love it.
-Only shopping at Hot Topic and Spencers.
-staying up late at night on aestetic blogs on Tumblr.
-having a MySpace account even though it’s so outdated -“no one understands me!”
-“be quiet Enoch! It’s like three in the morning”
-“Miss P! Tell Enoch to turn down his music! I’m trying to sleep!”
-“oh shut up Horace. Just let me be me.”
-“when I was/ a young boy/ my father/ took me into the city/ to see a matching band-” “AND THE BAND FUCKING BROKE UP.”
-his phone wallpaper would be like a really sad quote or something
I want this to be cannon.

NTPs and People

ENTP: Okay, it’s time you know something about me. You know how I’m really loud and bubbly and laugh too much? 

INTP: And you’re like the world’s nicest person.

ENTP: Precisely. What no one knows is that I’m nice because I need people to like me to get what I want. If people don’t like you, how will you ever succeed? If I was my true self to everyone, most people would hate me.

INTP: See, that’s where you’re different from me, is that I don’t even give a shit about what others think of me at all.

ENTP: *staring at his bright orange mario shirt with stained green pants* Clearly

“What A Catch,Donnie”

Pairing: Pregnant!Reader x Daddy!Draco

WARNINGS: low self-esteemed,hormonal,pregnant reader. Mentions of depression. 

A/N- You’re pregnant again with a girl. This is a long one-shot.


You lie awake in your’s and Draco’s shamrock green, Queen-sized bed. Tears prick your eyes and your throat begins to swell. You stroke the large bump on your stomach softly while Draco’s large hands rub soothing circles into your hip and caress the bump. Resting your head on Draco’s chest, you let his steady heartbeat calm your thoughts. 

(y/n), love?” Draco asks quietly. “Please tell me why you’ve been distant lately. I’m here for you, sweetheart. I hate seeing you like this. Please.” he begs.

You suck in a shaky breath. Trying fruitlessly to hold in the tears. It ruins you bottling up all your feelings. One thick, hot tear leaves your eye and soaks into Draco’s black t-shirt. Your hands begin to shake uncontrollably and a strangled sob escapes your lips. “You can cry, sweetheart.” Draco says softly before kissing your temple.

You let it out. All the stress and self-doubt you’ve been trapping, you let escape.  Countless tears cascade down your cheeks and you fist Draco’s shirt tightly.  “It’s ok baby. I’m here.” Draco coos, and holds your fisted hands in his. Draco presses gentle kisses on your cheeks and gently runs his fingers through your (h/c) hair. 

“I c-can’t Draco.” you sob. You try to quieten; not wanting to wake up Scorpius who’s asleep in the next room. 

“Tell me what’s wrong, love.” he whispers softly.

“I’m not good enough, Draco.” you whisper. Your voice has levelled out, yet the waterfall of tears refuse to seize. “I’ll never be good enough.”

“What makes you think that, darling? To me and Scorpius you’re perfect. You saved me. I wouldn’t be here without you. You’re so kind. So beautiful, loving, caring, smart, strong, PERFECT. Don’t ever think otherwise.” he says staring into your (e/c) eyes the whole time. Sincerity and honesty reflecting in his cobalt eyes.

You sit in silence watching him. The love you feel for your family makes your heart warm. “I-I don’t want our daughter to be anything like me. What if she becomes like me? I won’t know what to do, Draco.” you confess. Your lip trembling.

“If our daughter was anything like you I would be the proudest father alive. Hell, I already am. I pray everyday that our children will become more like you. You are so important to us and our daughter will feel the exact same.” he says resting his forehead against yours.

“And…Scorpius loves and cares for you so much more.” you mutter quietly. Draco laughs softly in reply.

“You don’t think he loves you as much he does me? He’s been doing nothing but trying to ‘be a grown up’ to help look after you and get your attention these past few weeks. It’s hard on both of us to see you like this, love. We want to help you.”

You didn’t realise it. You’ve been so isolated and trapped in your thoughts that you didn’t acknowledge the important things around you. You wrap your arms around Draco’s neck and pull him into a hug where you cry into his shoulder. You hate yourself so much for abandoning them like that. Draco rubs up and down your back; while muttering sweet things into your ear. You pull back only to capture his lips in yours. 

The sound of the door creaking open causes you and Draco to break apart. You look towards the door to see a thouroughly dishevelled looking Scorpius. Rubbing his eyes tiredly and yawning adorably. “Mummy?” he says sleepily. “Are you ok….? Is-is baby ok?!” he says suddenly wide awake. You watch in shock as his little figure runs towards your side of the bed.

Scorpius stares at you wide-eyed and concerned. His bed hair sticking up in all directions like a crown. You turn towards Draco too see him grinning proudly at him.

 “I-I~” you’re speechless. 

Scorpius’ tiny body makes a few attempts at climbing on the bed but is unable to reach. You’re about to reach for him but stop after you see him look away. His bottom lip trembling. “S-Scorp…?” you ask uncertainly. 

“I won’t be able to look after you and sis, Mummy.” he mumbles, on the verge of tears. “I-i’m not big enough.” you feel your heart break. You feel so crap about yourself for ignoring him this whole time. 

You reach over the bed and lift him and lay him in between you and Draco. Grabbing his small frame, you hug Scorpius as closely as your seven month bump will allow. Carefully and slowly he wraps his arms around your middle and hugs you back. You’re in tears again. They run down your nose and cheeks. Looking up through your tears you see Draco’s handsome face holding a soft smile. You’re feeling so unbelievably loved and there’s such a fulfilling love for your family that you feel in your heart. Which previously felt so heavy with, guilt and self-doubt but is now filled with the light expanses of love and care for all of them.

“D-did I hurt you?! I’m sorry Mummy! I didn’t mean it!” Scorpius exclaims. Shuffling back into Draco once he sees the tears on your face. A look of pure horror resting on his pale face.

“No, baby, no. I’m just happy, is all. I love you so much Scorp. I’m so proud of you.” you say cupping his cheek softly.

He smiles proudly. Looking to Draco in delight. Draco ruffles Scorpius’ soft blonde hair. The exact same as his own.

“Can I sleep with you and daddy, mummy? I miss you.” Scorpius pouts softly. A tired yawn leaving his lips and causing his eyes to water. 

“Of course, darling. I’ve missed you too sweetheart.” you say while brushing the hair out of his face.

You move him again so he’s on the left of you and you’re next to Draco again. Draco kisses your lips and grins widely at you. Which you return whole heartedly.

Turning around you cuddle Scorpius’ small body. Planting a soft kiss onto his cheek. Watching as his eyes droop slowly. You feel Draco’s gentle and tentative arms wrap around you. He snuggles into your back. Resting his chin on your shoulder. One of Draco’s arms rests on Scorpius’ hip. 

Glancing back at him, your (e/c) eyes meet his icy blue ones. A happy smile rests on both your faces. “I told you.” he mumbles smugly. 

“Hm.” your smile drops slowly. Remembering the reason for not noticing in the first place. 

Self hate has always been something you’ve had a problem with. You can’t remember when it started or when you realised it but it’s always been there. You called them your ‘demons’ as a teenager. They were there for you when honestly, no one else was. Almost like the arms that catch you when you fall. Only to let you go. To laugh and taunt, trap you under their feet, as you try so hard to get yourself up off the ground without any motivation to do so. Along with all the other people in your life who hurt you. But then he saved you. Draco beared and kept away your demons as you did his. Protected each other from others yes, but also ourselves. 

(Y/N), love. Are you ok?“ Draco asks softly while kissing your cheek. His vunerable, cobalt irises reflect his perpetual love for you like a mirror.

“I love you. I love you all so much. I’m sorry for being the way I am.” you mutter quietly. Your tears are thick raindrops in a torrential storm; leaking from the blustery heavens which are your tear ducts and soaking the parched Earth that is your pillow. 

“We love you FOR being you. Never think otherwise. We’ll always be here for you.” Draco states candidly.

“I know.” you mumble. 

“Do you want anything? I could make you some warm milk with cinnamon if you’d like?” Draco asks, lifting up the covers.

“I want milk!” Scorpius suddenly wide-awake. Turning around with a hopeful smile and gleaming eyes like sun rays illuminating diamonds. Love filled laughs erupt from both you and Draco.

“That would be nice.” you say tiredly. Tickling Scorpius’ stomach evily. The sweet sounds of his giggles resonate around the room.

“Ok then love. Rest, you’ve had a long day. Come on then Scorp.” Draco says cordially. Sauntering around the perimeter of the large bed and scooping up Scopius’ awaiting body; arms outstretched and giggling like children shown a surreal magic trick. 

Giving you a quick peck on the lips, Draco takes Scorpius to the kitchen where you hear frustrated sounds and loud whines emitting from. With a chuckle and a  knowing shake of your head, you carefully crawl out of the luxurious warmth of the bed and down the icy, marble stairs.

Shoulder resting on the jutted door frame, you silently observe the events. Draco furiously stirring the curdling milk while Scorpius obviously took it upon himself to latch onto his leg. Shaking with laughter at the sight you awkwardly stumble, due to the bump, towards the counter. 

“Need any help?” you ask cheekily, watching as they both whirl around and stare at you.

“What’re you doing down here, love? And not at all. Everything’s under control.”

“I can see.” you chuckle softly. 

“Come here Scorp. Let’s go upstairs.” you say. Taking his small hand and leading him up the stairs.

Just as you’re both tucked in Draco comes in with three floating mugs of steaming milk. 

You grab yours gratefully and soake up the new source of heat while helping Scorp drink his. Draco places the empty mugs to the side while you wrap an arm around Scorpius’ body and pull him into your side and snuggle into Draco’s welcoming chest. 

Wriggling into your previous position, you let Draco’s muscular arms encase you. Experiencing the gentle feeling of protection from him. Delicately you run your fingers through Scorpius’ hair as a soothing method.

Draco’s breaths even out and Scorpius begins to drool slightly. Their peaceful, sleeping forms are the bare trees in Winter. Vunerable, stoic and silent like the deathly appearance they take when sleeping. Only the rise and fall of their chests keeping you sane.

Closing your sore eyes, you try and clear your exposed mind. With the presence of the people you love next to you, you fall into a dreamless sleep.

And as the song goes: “I’ve got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match. What a catch, what a catch.” 

I wrote this a while ago for someone close to me…It was just floating in my drafts so I decided to post it. 

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Paint Me In A Million Dreams - Sneak Peek

I’ve been working a lot on the fic, and if everything goes well, I should be able to start posting in about two weeks. I guess it’s safe to share a first sneak peak from the first chapter! 


He could always refuse the offer.

Harry pursed his lips, one finger swiping over the bottom one. He put his car back in gear when the lights switched to green.

Of course, that would be stupid. No one refused any part in a Scorsese production. The plain thought was ridiculous. It was horrifying that Harry even entertained the idea.

According to Nick’s contact person, everyone had been surprised by Tomlinson’s performance. No one had taken his audition seriously, until the moment he had stood on stage. Harry couldn’t even imagine it, but apparently, Tomlinson had convinced them all in the mere ten minutes he’d been on stage. Which was odd, because he wasn’t actually known for quality acting.

As far as Harry was concerned, Tomlinson was not to be taken seriously. Harry could appreciate a good romantic comedy, but those didn’t require what a Scorsese required. They didn’t even come close.

Sighing, Harry parked in front of the restaurant’s entrance and handed his keys over to a clerk when he got out. He thanked him quietly and made his way inside.

“Mr Styles. Welcome,” a woman greeted him. “Mr Horan is waiting for you. If you may follow me?”

Approaching the table, Harry saw Niall already seated, sipping some beer and typing on his mobile.

“Who’s preparing my food if you’re out here?” he asked upon sitting down.

Niall looked up, grinning broadly. “I only ever cook in front of cameras anymore.”

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Green eyes of envy Jerome X Reader

“Shoo kitten I have important business to attend. I don’t need you hanging around my shoulders.. You’re getting in the way.” Jerome stared at me his green eyes glimmering with anger and what I read to be hate. Nodding afraid I backed out of the room Jerome and the others were in. This new group of obsessed cultists that built Jerome up to be a god, having broken Jerome out of Arkham for the whole Bruce Wayne circus thing. Now he was just an uppity, cocky, brat! None of the Gotham officials knew where he was only the fact that he was gone. This made it so we could live fairly comfortably in the mansion of one of the cultists. 

At that moment they were all chatting about their great come-out called “Panic! under the disco” the name being a close rip-off but was accepted due to Jerome’s enthusiasm. Unimpressed I stormed back to the room Jerome and I shared slamming myself down on the bed weakly hitting one of the pillows.  Mockingly I insulted Jerome with childish remarks like “Rotten Ginger” and “Bitch baby blah blah blah” things he would probably not like to hear. “Oh darling!” He cried happily his footsteps coming down the same hallway I had just stormed down. I sat up acting happy “Yes Jerome?” I said pretending to be happy. He poked his head in the door smiling his usual wide smile. “Oh there you are” I watched him stroll confidently sitting down on the bed in front of me crossing his legs like a child. “I need you to put on the most ravishing and..” he came close to me whispering deeply. ‘and revealing” I smirked watching him put on his show of explaining that I was going to be the main bait. Great. I loved being bait. Like the good girl I am I nodded happily snooping around in the closet for my tight black dress that had crossed strings all the way down the dress stopping in an arrow just before my… girly parts. I absolutely despised wearing revealing clothes it made me feel unattractive and like a caged animal only there to let greasy eyes fantasize about the things they would like to do to me. Jerome watched me put on the dress smirking like an asshole. I carried on flicking my long black and purple hair behind my pale shoulders. walking into the bathroom that connected to the right of our walk in closet. 

Jerome didn’t follow only saying “We tango in five!” then left the room. I rolled my eyes applying my make-up faster then I was comfortable with. I settled with a mediocre smokey eye and the overrated winged eyeliner everyone and their grandma wore. When I was satisfied I grabbed a pair of black flat and ran barefoot out the door. I saw black SUV we used as transportation creeping down the driveway. Knowing Jerome would never have them stop for me I began to run at the van the gravel below my feet seeming to rip my sole to pieces. When I got close enough the back door swung open and I was able to dive in panting.  I heaved out of breathe looking at Jerome who sat smiling smudgy in the front seat. “I hope you brought other shoes doll, those flats just won’t do.” I looked down worried knowing that I was most likely going to be a cause of one of his legendary melt-downs. He sat up suddenly in his seat peering angrily at me. Without me being aware what was going on a par of heavy black heels was thrown at me striking me hard in the face. Jerome laughed clapping his hands. “Strike one!” turning his attention way from me to the road ahead. I held my stinging cheek breathing deeply to avoid crying. Jerome got off on tears, mine would only get him going more. He had become such an asshole ever since he had his face flailed off, just because he had come back from the dead and has all these new followers didn’t mean he was so high and mighty. I shook the thoughts away pulling on the heels. “Stop huffing and puffing dear it’s not attractive.” I glared at his face which was gazing still out the window. o my surprise he turned his head seeing my hateful glare. I dropped my head hoping he wouldn’t say anything, he didn’t having been interrupted the the SUV having it’s breaks slammed. 

Jerome bounced up and down excitedly in his chair. “Woo! you ready boys!” He slammed the drivers shoulder. They all jumped out hollering sneaking in through the back to go planting some bomb or do whatever they had planned for the nights festivities. I grunted opening the door and getting out. My ankles wobbled in the heels Jerome had struck me with due to their height and weight. I wandered up the side of the building towards the entrance. It was spray painted with cults and gang sighs, a type of art work that had seemed to be marking every corner of this city. I didn’t know how I felt about that to wbe honest, now I was no goody-goody I had killed more people than most war vets but still I imagined a mother holding her sons hands walking down the street, her son would smile and point to the bit of graffiti asking innocently ‘what is that mommy?’ she would only frown having a feeling that her sons infatuation could lead to involvement and then blam! death by gang member. I wouldn’t want my kids to end up this way. Coming around the front I spotted the doorman, he was young and handsome, easy to woo. I smiled walking up to him. “Gee it’s awful cold out. Do you mind if I step in and warm my hands.” Gently I swirled my hands around his belt feeling his heartbeat quicken. “Su-Sure step right in” I winked walking past him. “Thank you” I would make sure he would live on past tonight. Inside the club was the same as the rest of them baring music, flashing decorations, dumb young people blah, blah, blah. I made my way to the bar ordering three shots of tequila, salt on the rims or each. 

The bartender was quick and courteous serving me them up quick so I could down them all feeling the unwelcome burn of hard alcohol. I grimaced at the taste. I took money out of my bra and slid it a crossed the table thanking hi before turning around and mapping everything out. Jerome was no where to be seen only a mass of bobbing heads none of them having the fire red hair he did. I grew lonely at the thought of him not being around but then again I didn’t really ever want to see him when he was around. He had become to cruel ever since he came back to.. dead. almost. 

I squinted looking harder, nothing. “Hello miss?” I heard a smooth voice say. I turned to it looking at the face addressing me. He was a thin guy handsome strong jawline, thick black hair. I smiled “How-do-you-do?” I said politely warming up to the stranger. He blushed almost shocked to have my attention. “I’m doing goo-” he dropped his head embarrassed, chuckling to himself quietly. “The real reason I came over here was to ask you to dance. You’re so beautiful and.. alone. It do sent seem right” Now this sounds pathetic but my heart seemed to skip a little. He had the face of a kind hearted man that understood other struggles. I quivered a bit. “S-sure”  He led my carefully out to the dance floor reaching the far right corner where it wasn’t to crowded. We faced each other getting into a casual dancing routine, polite and friendly. Neither of us talked very much but we often exchanged looks smiling like fools whenever his happened. A part of me wanted to lay my head on his shoulders to feel his heart beat as well as the sway of his body, but I didn’t not wanting to ruin the moment. I opened my mouth to ask him his name but before I could get it out a voice cracked over the loud speakers. “Good evening ladies and gentleman what a great-” The voice cut out. Squinting i looked towards the speakers that seemed to be projecting the voice. Jerome was standing in top of the tallest speaker microphone in hand, DJ bleeding out next to him. Jerome’s stare seemed to radiate disgust and hate. “Oh Y/N?” he said in a matter of fact tone. I tugged on my new found friends shoulder urging him to leave with me. “Hey someone stop her!” Jerome yelled something like panic wavering in his voice. I grabbed onto the strangers hand harder pushing our way through the mass o confused people. 

None of his men could catch us so we were out of the club and out of sight by the time they reached the front door. “You need to get in your car and hurry home” The stranger nodded knowing who Jerome was. Before he turned to leave he closed in on my face slowly planting a warm kiss on my lips. I shivered this being the first compassionate kiss since.. well.. never? He walked away without saying another word leaving me out in the wet night air. I giggled like a little girl twirling around on the sidewalk until something cold stopped me. Cringing I knew exactly what it was.

 “Who’s your new boyfriend?” the voice writhed. Sighing I turned around “Jerome-” he cut me off with one finger grabbing my hand and leading me to the alleyway we had parked in. “Let’s talk doll?” Nervously I stopped dead in my track knowing this could end in one of his famous torture cessions. He glared back at me snarling. “I said let’s talk.” he yanked harder on my arm forcing me to follow behind. “ladies first” he said opening the passenger side door ushering me in with a big smile. Nervously I gt in feeling a bit relieved to be off my feet, He got in the drivers side silently fuming as he started p the car. I avoided his gaze instead focusing on the city lights that whizzed by. He headed in the direction of the home we were currently staying in., hopefully if all things went right we would hash out of anger in the bedroom between the satin sheets like we always had but I had a feeling this wasn’t going to be one of those times. We had just reached the gravel driveway when Jerome slammed on the breaks. He looked at me smiling sickly “I apologize I haven’t had my drivers license since.. well.. never!” he shrugged happily for a moment until his grin faded. He started the breathe heavily staring uncomfortably into my eyes. 

I tried to look away wanting to focus my attention on the night sky but his gaze held me still. We stayed put for a few seconds until in some fit of rage he pulled out a pistol and stuck it to my forehead. “ya know I should kill ya’ doll embarrassing me in front t of all those people?” he snaked towards me a mulishness grin overtaking his face, he was hurt though something in the deep part of his eyes told me so. I wanted to scream at him expressing how horrible he had been to me but that would only make him want to blast me even more so I took his cruelties. He stared st me not blinking until I nodded acknowledging him. Slowly he took the gun down looking out the front window chuckling to himself.

 I wiped a tear off of my cheek sneaking a look at him, his eyes were widened with the night sky, his fists pulsating on the steering wheel. Suddenly he began to laugh harder thrashing his fists and head off of the wheel yelling nonsense at no one in particular. He grabbed my hair pulling me closer to his face. Seething in my ear. “Why did you do this to me?” His hand shook as he held onto my hair. “I-I’m sorry I-” I shook my head slightly trying to loosen his grip but it was no use. “You will be sorry Kitten- I you were stronger than this” I opened myself up a little hoping to deescalate the situation. “You’re cruel to me Jerome. You treat me like one of your thugs that you can just throw around all you want. I’m not though and you know it.” He let go of my hair looking coldly into my eyes. “Since when have you become so entitled?” He asked ending with a horrible laugh. I rolled my eyes getting out of the SUV before getting out all the way though I chucked the blasted heels he had previously thrown at me. They hit him and he gasped, I didn’t see his reaction due to the door slamming him out of my view. 

I started walking the sound of the cold gravel crunched under my feet. I focused on the sound instead of the possibility of Jerome starting up the car and running me over. “Y/n wait!” I heard him yell beginning to jog after me. I started in a full run hoping to get far far away from him. His pace quickened behind me I was always a slow runner and plus he had shoes on so it wouldn’t be long until he caught up to me. Again I tried to focus on the night sky as I ran but it was no use the feeling of his hand latching onto my arm. “gotcha” he said  His fingernails dug into my skin, I winced at the pain kicking him as hard as I could in the shin. He growled loosing his balance and falling to the floor. I took off in a full sprint distracted when I heard him cock his gun behind me. I ducked hearing it fire three times. I stayed flat on the ground feeling the dust form the rocks get into my eyes. I blinked rapidly trying to rid myself of this pain. Jerome walked up to me sticking out his left hand, his gun still in the right. I grabbed it and he helped me up. “What is the matter with you?!” I said mad. 

He shrugged looking into my face. “You think?-” He shook his head looking for the right thing to say. “Look I haven’t been the nicest guy- I know- but seeing you kiss” He growled violently kicking rocks, “I dont want to talk about it! the point is- I’m sorry! Just stop doing this and be my doll again.” I was shocked at his words he looked defeated his face morphed in sadness. I nodded grabbing his hand.. “Why did you kiss him?” he said suddenly walking back to the car. I shrugged “I don’t know” he scoffed “I don’t know?, I don’t know!” His hand wrapped around my throat. “How do you not know. You act like it’s nothing but you don’t have to live with it. You don’t have to live with that-” he busted out laughing striking the car with his fists until his knuckles bled. Pan icing at the smudged blood on the car window I ran up behind him and hugged his waist as hard as I could hoping to calm him down. He stopped breathing heavily. “Oh doll you kill me” he said hopelessly. 

I unraveled my arms and grabbed his hand skipping the car ride home walking him the ten feet to the house. I opened the front door letting us both in. “Who was he? huh? Some stud? Business broker with his life in gold?” Hr groaned leaning up against the kitchen table that sat to the right of the door. I shrugged again saying ‘I don’t know’ he winced at my words flipping the table over. “Stop saying that! You’re my whole world and this is how you-” he laughed. I dropped my head all to be lifted up when he was quickly in front of me. “I need to speak with you in the bedroom.” He growled walking away. I grew excited watching his broad shoulders imagining them without the white button up shirt he was wearing. I smiled skipping behind him entering the bedroom just as he was sitting on the desk in front of his bed a devilish look on his face. He snake up to me whispering in my ear. “I’m going to make you forget all about him. I’m the only stud in your life. You got that Doll?” I nodded my hear pulsing in my head. 

His hands made their way up under my shirt, his skin cold on my body heat. I closed my eyes letting myself enjoy the sensation until my shirt was completely off. His lips kissed my neck smoothly while he continued to grip the rest. I sighed wishing he was always like this. His lips moved up to my ear, nibbling slightly on my earlobe. He began to whisper. “Don’t even hurt me again.” I opened my eyes sadness coming over my whole body until I saw him smirking as he left the room. “Jerome!” I yelled. IT took awhile for him to answer. “Sorry kitten things to do, places to be, doll snatchers to kill. But don’t worry” Jerome poked his head into the room smiling “I will be back when he’s dead” I shivered in excitement as his foot steps traveled down the hall again and out the front door. 

Thank you for reading all more to come Same Bat-Time, Same Bat-Channel!

Originally posted by kittycheshirestuff

Preference #7-Turn Ons

Bellamy-Your glasses. You’ve always hated having to wear them but for some reason, Bellamy thinks they’re the sexiest thing ever. You’ll slip them on to face him after an argument and bite your lip while waiting for him to speak-and try as he may, he can’t seem to resist you in them. You’ll pull him into a hug and feel him melt into your touch, mumbling a string of “I’m sorry”s as his hands make their way down your back to grab your ass.

Monty-Your intelligence. On the Ark, you and Monty had both been recruited for engineering and it was your mind that had first attracted him to you and now, its one of the many things about you that get him going. You’ll shush him while reading a book and he’ll fire back with “Oh really? Make me.” followed by one of his signature smirks.

Jasper-Neck kisses. Jasper can’t handle it when you tease him so you hover your soft lips over his skin gently, only pressing them to his skin when he begins to moan and pull your head into him. In a string of sloppy kisses, you glide your lips and tongue across his neck sending a jolt of pleasure through him, hardening his member against your body.

Murphy-You taking control. Murphy is usually in the one who calls the shots, but every once in a while, you win against him in the fight for dominance. You’ll climb on top of him, pin his hands down and grind smoothly against him, making him wait until you think he’s earned it. 

Sometimes I’ll be listening to Green Day like ah yea I love this inspirational band then I listen to a song about some chick named virginia hitchhiking then this other lady kills this one guy (who liquidized his assets or some shit and hates life) and then the killer goes and elopes with her lesbian lover (plot twist, it’s the Virginia gal) in vegas and everyone gets high

I thought you were dead

Requested by bellamysleader: could you do an imagine where you and bellamy hates each others since kindergarden and once on earth, murphy tries to kill you when you’re on a hunt but you escape him. he returns to the camp saying everyone you’re dead, so they put your jacket on the floor where all the dead one are and when you return to the camp you found bellamy telling all of his feelings to your empty grave.

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Your name: submit What is this?

“Y/N if you don’t do it like this, you’ll die when we’ll fight against the Grounders.” Bellamy said annoyed.

“Have you noticed that I don’t care about what you want from me?” You said sharply. “Why do you want to show me how to defend myself? I can better hunt than you and I don’t need you or your over protection, understood?” You asked him and raised an eyebrow.

“You know what? You didn’t changed. You’re a little arrogant bitch like always, go and let yourself killed. I don’t care.” Bellamy said and walked to Clarke.

“Fine!” You shouted behind him and crossed your arms.

“Fine!” He shouted back and you rolled your eyes.

“Son of a bitch..” You muttered. 

“Trouble in paradise?” Finn asked as he walked over to you.

Everyone heard Bellamy and you. You two had often loud fought’s but it was the first time that he said, you should got yourself killed.

“What paradise? I hate this guy. Stupid Son of a-”

“Don’t say it.” Finn laughed as he stopped you.

“I’m sorry, it’s just he makes me so urrrgh-” You stopped as you glanced to Bellamy who was talking to Clarke about you, well you thought he would talk about you because you were talking about him. “Angry.” You said pissed.

“I know but why are you hate him so much?” Finn asked still with a smile, he didn’t took you seriously.

You started to hate Bellamy when you were in kindergarten with him, you didn’t knew him and he was very quiet. It was hard to talk with him and when he talked, he was just angry, really cheeky or very creepy.
When you two got to School together, in the same class, you got to know him after he protected you from an older girl who wanted your backpack. It took a long time but you become friends. You both shared everything with each other, every lie, every pain, every good and bad memory and every secret.. You knew about Octavia and become friends with her too, you didn’t told anyone about her but Bellamy still blamed you, that she got into prison. He thought that you told a Guard were they could find Octavia, on a party were Bellamy went with her, because he didn’t replied your feelings you had for him too.

“He’s just a dick okay? I don’t want to talk about it.”

“It’s okay but you’ve to hunt with him today, I promised Clarke I would hunt with her today.. Sorry.” Finn said with his head down.

“Yeah well, like I said to the King over there, I can protect myself. I don’t need him, I didn’t need him ever.” You said as you glanced to Bellamy again.

“Y/N wait..” Finn started but you already took your gun and went out of the camp.

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Bellamy’s p.o.v:

“How can someone just be so-” Bellamy asked himself while he walked over to Clarke.

“What’s going on?” Clarke asked him with a smile, she didn’t took Bellamy serious as well.

“She drives me crazy!” Bellamy said incensed. “And not in the good way.”

“Are you sure about that?” Clarke smiled and raised an eyebrow.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He asked confused

“Since we got down here, you’re always gone on the safe side.. You know you make sure that Octavia and Y/N are okay, safe..” Clarke said and Bellamy looked over to you and saw how angry you were.

“Well I-” Bellamy started but had to laugh as he saw you.

“Maybe you should tell her that you’re not hate her.. It would be nice without a fight everyday.” Clarke laughed.

“I can’t she betrayed Octavia and me..” Bellamy said with his head down.

“No she did not and you now that.” Finn said as he walked over too. “Can we go now?” He asked and kissed Clarke’s cheek.

“What do you know?” Bellamy asked sharply and Finn turned around to him.

“Did you ever listen to Y/N once about this whole Octavia-prison-thing? No..?” Finn said and crossed his arms. “Well, I did. Y/N didn’t told anybody about Octavia when we all were on the Ark.. She loved you and she liked Octavia. She’s a good person and I think you loved her too, you love her now but you’re to afraid to tell her because she’s much stronger than you, she ever was and you only thought about to protect Octavia and at the end, you lost them both.”

“Watch your mouth” Bellamy said and stepped closer to Finn.

“Make me, you know that I say the truth.” Finn said and provoked Bellamy even more.

“Guy’s!” Clarke said and got between them. “Where is Y/N?”

“She wanted to hunt but she wanted to be back after 30 minutes..” Finn said confused because 30 Minutes were already over.

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Your p.o.v:

“Uhh, I’m Bellamy Blake.. I never made mistakes, I’m always perfect.” You said and tried to copied Bellamy.

You wanted to go back, you couldn’t focus on your hunt with all the Bellamy stuff in your mind.

“Very Good.” Murphy said and clapped with his hands.

“What are you doing in here?” You asked him confused.

“Well, I was looking for you. I shouldn’t go out here on your own and I thought you could need someone to talk.”

“Not interested.” You said and wanted to go past him but he held your arm tight. “Let me go!” You shouted.

“Well Y/N I thought you wouldn’t be like the others, that you could understand my hate against Bellamy and that you would help me to get him down.” Murphy said with a serious face. “But you still like him, like he likes you right? Well, I think I can hurt him when I hurt you.” He smiled creepy and you tried to get him away from you. “Ah ah ah.” Murphy said and wanted to stop you from beating off.

You spit in his face and run away as fast as you could. You dropped and were falling down in a huge see. Murphy thought after such a fall you’d have to be dead, so he ran into the camp and wanted to tell them what happened to you.

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In the camp:

“Hey Murphy are you okay?” Raven asked him when she saw that he had a shocked view in his face.

Bellamy saw Murphy too and ran over to him, with his sister Octavia.

“Bellamy I’m so sorry, I couldn’t” Murphy started and looked down. “I couldn’t safe her.”

“Safe who?” Octavia asked worried.

“Y/N she- Y/N got attacked by grounders who followed her into the woods, then she-.” Murphy said and faked a tear.

“No, no, no.” Bellamy said with his hand on his head walking in circles. “NO!” He yelled.

“I think the princess is dead.” Murphy said and looked to Octavia.

“No she can defend herself, she’s better than anybody in here.” Raven said, she wouldn’t believe it.

“She is dead!” Murphy said serious.

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Your p.o.v:

You opened your eyes very slowly, you could feel that you were lying on warm sand and tried to breath air again. You couldn’t believe that Murphy wanted to kill you, you tried to stood up but then you remembered what he actually wanted to do, he wanted to kill Bellamy. As you finally could stood up again you tried to find your way back to the camp, after 1 Hour it was already dark but you didn’t wanted to stop looking for the camp. You started to ran and then you heard some noises.

“I think they both need just a kick in their asses.” You recognized Finn’s voice.

“Yes maybe, do you think they love each other but we should start and hunt something, don’t you think?” You heard Clarke’s voice too and started to ran in the direction where they were.

As you found them, they targeted you with their gun’s and wanted to shoot you. They thought you would be a Grounder.

“STOP!” You yelled.

“Y/N?” Finn asked confused and you felt to the ground.

“Y/N what happened?” Clarke asked worried. “Help me to prop her up.” She said to Finn and he did.

“Murphy happened.” You said weak but glad that you find them. “He wanted to kill me because I didn’t want to help him.”

“With what?” Finn asked as you all got closer to the camp.

“Killing Bellamy.”

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Outside of the camp:

“Bell? Bellamy are you okay?” Octavia asked her brother as she saw him on the ground with your jacket.

“It’s my fault. I should have listened to her.” Bellamy said with a tear still holding you jacket close to him. “She didn’t told the Guards about you, I know that now.”

“You always knew Bellamy.. but so you didn’t had to get her close up to you.” Octavia said and sat next to hear brother. “You always thought that you wouldn’t be good enough for Y/N.”

“And now, I can never tell her that I’m sorry.” He cried a bit. “I can never tell her that I love her.”

“Bellamy?” Octavia said confused and shocked.

“No, Octavia you’re right. And I can’t to this without her.” Bellamy said.

“Bellamy, look!” Octavia shouted and turned her brothers head to you.

“Well, you don’t have to do it with out me..” You smiled weak.

Bellamy stood up, He thought he would see a ghost at first but that he ran to you and wrapped his arms around you.

“I thought you were dead!” Bellamy said as he cried in your neck.

“He has feelings?” Finn asked Clarke and Octavia.

“Shut up.” Octavia laughed and you had too.

“We both will be dead, if you’re not listening to me very well.” You said and stopped huggin’ Bellamy. “Murphy tried to kill me and he’s going to kill you.” You looked him deep in his eyes.

You saw how Bellamy’s face turned immediately from ‘glad that you were alive’ in 'I’ll kill this son of a bitch' 

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In the camp:

“Where is he?” Bellamy said angry as he walked into the middle of the camp.

“Bellamy calm down.” Clarke said and ran behind him

Finn carried you into the camp, he saw that you were to weak to made another move.

“I’M GOING TO KILL HIM!” Bellamy shouted.

“Y/N? I thought you were dead…” Raven said with a tear as she saw that you were alive.

“What’s going on?” Murphy asked like he didn’t knew who Bellamy meant.

In the second as Bellamy saw Murphy he beat him into a tent and hit him a few times more in his face until Clarke could stop him.

“HE DESERVES TO DIE!” Bellamy said and showed with a finger to Murphy who laid bloody on the ground.

Finn let you down and you walked over to Bellamy and took his hand.

“I’m fine. You’re fine and I love you.” You said with a calm voice and tried to calm him down too.

“He needs to be punish Y/N!” Bellamy said mad. “What did you say?” Bellamy asked you with a smile.

“And he will.” Clarke said. “Murphy you should run, run so far as possible and if you ever come back-” Clarke stopped and looked to you and Bellamy. “I’ll kill you myself.” She said serious and Murphy did what she wanted.

I’d never even thought about how Wu probably felt when he heard the Ninja found his scroll about the Green Ninja.

In the first episode of the Devourer’s season, the Ninja happen to find the scroll telling about the prophecy of the Green Ninja. The Chosen One.
And then they start competing to find out who it will be.
It divides them, you can tell by how they’re more cocky and shoot small insults at each other about their abilities. 

Wu walks out to see the training course on fire, and from the sounds the ninja were making before, he knows they must have been fighting. By the looks of the course, and the fact that the ninja are wearing sparing armor, they were fighting each other.
“What were you thinking?!” He screams. And he’s clearly upset. His students disobeyed him, not to mention fighting one another.
But after Jay tells him they were “trying to see who the Green Ninja is”, his anger completely drains away from his voice. And he turns away from the Ninja, saying “you were not supposed to see this”.
Kai questions him further, saying “but sensei, we wanna know. Which one of us is the chosen one?”
Wu doesn’t look to them but he snaps at the four in an irritated tone, “None of you! Not unless you unlock your full potential.”

He wants to make it clear to his students that “none of them are near the level of what it takes to be the green ninja”. And then, as the scene fades to black, Wu closes his eyes and looks down

You could say I was looking into things a bit too deep, until you realize…

What happened to the last student Wu had who thought they could be the Green Ninja?

Can you imagine how Wu must feel, knowing that his new students, who he holds dear to his heart, know about this. They have the same knowledge and determination to become the chosen one- to be someone great- as Morro.

He never wanted them to know about the green ninja until he was certain they learned patience and mastered their powers. Until he was certain that they wouldn’t get ahead of themselves to try and become something they may not be. Because he’s scared of what they’ll try to do.
Because the last student he had literally tried so hard to become the chosen one that he died.
And Wu doesn’t want to hold that guilt and loss again.

Do you even know what time it is right now? // SHAWN MENDES

Once again I turned on my side and stared at the dark walls of our shared bedroom. We had gone to bed hours ago yet sleep just didn’t seem to succumb to me. I hated not being able to fall asleep and the hours that would be wasted by just laying there unable to get a wink of shut eye. Peeling one eye open, I checked the alarm clock. Bright green numbers of 3.12 stared right back at me. 

Flipping onto my other side I stared at the exposed back of my boyfriend. I couldn’t help but admire the flat planes of his shoulder muscles and how it dipped and curved. Lifting a hand, I gently traced a track down his spine, watching as tiny goosebumps appeared in its wake. Can’t help but to smile, I found joy in being able to produce such a reaction out of him. 

Sliding closer to him, I wrapped one arm around his waist while nuzzling my face softly into his back. I felt him move softly and for a second I thought he had woken up but when he didn’t move again, I let the thought go. I didn’t know whether it was not being able to sleep that was making me so emotional but tears sprung into my eyes and leaked down my cheeks. When I felt Shawn move again I knew I had finally woken him up. 

 "Baby,“ I heard his rough voice murmur as he turned around to face me. 

“Yeah?” I returned quietly, wishing that my voice didn’t sound as weak as I thought it did. 

 "Do you even know what time it is right now?“ Shawn drawled out to me.

 "Its 3.12,” I said quietly. He chuckled, draping an arm around my waist and pulling me closer. There was a faint light coming through the windows, illuminating Shawn’s face and I rose my hand again to rest on his jawline. Rubbing his jaw softly, i could feel the tiny hint of stubble which would be gone after his shower. Then he noticed my tears. 

 "Whats wrong y/n?“ Shawn asked immediately. 

"Nothin’. Just tired” I mumble. 

“Why were you crying then?” He asked, pressing his forehead to mine as I wrapped one leg around his legs pulling him impossibly closer. 

“Just stressed ‘cos I couldn’t fall asleep” I whisper into the crook of his neck where my head currently laid. His hand was running through my hair, whether he noticed he was doing it or not. 

 "Want me to stay up until you fall asleep?“ Shawn murmurs softly. 

"You have to go to the studio in about-” I look at the clock, “4 hours" 

"I don’t mind baby, I want to make sure you get some rest” our gaze meets in the dim lighting. 

“Will you sing to me?” I ask shyly tucking my head in his chest again. 

 "What song?“ Shawn asks, his fingers still tugging my hair gently. 

"Bad reputation” I answer immediately and Shawn chuckles at my immediate response. 

“Anything for you” he says and I feel myself fall into the black abscess of sleep as his voice softly fills the room. “She’s got a bad reputation..”

Originally posted by mercyshawns