i have a ton of ideas for this pairing

Forgive Me, Father

Summary: Cas dressed up in costume as a priest for a hunt has you hot and bothered. You become even more excited when you learn that he’s still a virgin.

A/N: Absolutely no plot. Absolutely tons of smut.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Lots of smut, Oral (male receiving), the use of a rosary for a sex toy, sinful smut, but Chuck’s not here, so…

Word Cout: 1.5k

nsfw photo that inspired this below the cut.

Originally posted by timetraveldean

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Look who’s back! 5/10 of my Kacchako cosplay series! This time it’s meihem! 

This was a bit harder to do than the previous. Blizzard knows how to pack some crazy strong detail in their character design. Also anime characters tend to be simpler because of industry expectations. 3D models however, can have a ton of tiny nuances that you just can’t ignore. I couldn’t even start working on it until like 4 days ago because LIFE, but I’m back and I plan to finish this series soon! 

Most people scrunch up their nose at the thought of this pairing and honestly, idfk you guys it snuck up on me! Kinda like Kacchako did, and the reactions to both of these ships in their respective fandoms tend to be full of drama lol. The fanart for Meihem is so good though *sobs* and I really like the idea of Mei not being scared or intimidated by Junkrat and basically telling him to fuck right off, and him having this very new desire to win her over and prove he’s not so bad. He’d be “going legit” as he’d say. Basically, I don’t think that first impressions should always be lasting ones :) I feel like they come from two different worlds and that should be considered. And I like the way the fandom writes their banter, and how Jamison learns compassion and loyalty while Mei learns to let loose and be a bit reckless sometimes. I believe in second chances and character growth on both sides, so pairs like this always intrigue me! 

Other pairs in this series: Inukag   Fuugen  Zutara   Soma 

Thanks for sticking with me! Next up is KYORU (Kyo/Tohru from Fruits Basket!) you guys i’m cryin just remembering my Fruits Basket days ok i love them so much omg

-Ton Amour- Alexander x reader

A/n: I’m seriously doing this Guys unless you request me a prompt and a pairing or simply just request but anyways, my best friend and right hand man @tulogako gave me the pairing and idea for the second prompt! Don’t forget to follow her! Enjoy the prompt.

Prompt: “How long have you been standing there?”
College AU

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Law school.

You had no idea why you chose this for your future. Maybe it was because you really had no idea what you want in life and you just chose something that can help your mom.

She deserved to have someone help her and especially putting up with you for almost all her life.

But maybe you just felt off..

You felt as if something is missing in your life

You shrugged it off as if it was nothing. You don’t need drama not right now. You had to focus on this, to make your mother proud.

“Ok class, mid terms would be coming up soon. Better study harder, this mid terms will have a big impact in your grades this year.”

You sighed. At least you were gonna be occupied than reading some book at your apartment alone.


You decided to study at your favourite place.

The convenient Cafe near your university. You took almost all your text books, yellow paper, a variety of colored pens and some highlighter with your phone and head phones.

You always study there since the place is quieter than the library.

It was gonna be a long walk around the campus to go outside and you had a lot of things in your hands that didn’t fit in your bag.

And then, as if in cue. A guy who has a beanie who you always see with other people walked over and offered you if you needed some help.

“ Oh yeah! Thanks” with that, you handed the taller guy the weight which he held on with no effort.

“I’m Hercules by the way”


“Can’t you guys be quiet?!” The shortest of the group whispered scream behind a locker a few feet from where yours is.

“Merci, lover boy” one of the tallest teased the shortest one and then gave a high five to the guy who has a beanie on. The shortest one was intently looking at what you’re doing.

“That’s a lot of books and other things she’s holding we should go and help her-” the freckled one was cut off by the shortest.

“That would blow our cover, Laurens!”

“ come on, don’t be a pu-” Laurens saw Hercules, their friend who has a beanie walked over and talked to you.

Alex, who was the shortest one also saw their friend and had a look of utter betrayal.

“Alex, he texted me something.” Lafayette, their French friend spoke up.

This had the attention of Alex and Laurens.

“Tell Alex to man up”


You thanked Hercules after he set down your things in your favourite table of the cafe.

“Don’t mention it, I’m waiting for my friends here as well anyway” he smiled and then sat on a different table that was  in front of yours.

You were known here in the cafe so when you walked the barista started doing your regular coffee.

You sat down on the comfy chair and started sorting your things and then starting to study.

Then the barista came up to you and gave you your regular  cup of coffee with a smile, I returned the gesture and then she left.

Almost only 10 minutes after the door opened. You looked up with curiosity. It was the group of friends which Hercules always hangs out with.

They were a little loud so you decided to put on my headphones to drown out the little unneeded noise.


“I feel betrayed” Alex said while his head was on the table occasionally peaking at you.

“Bro, she might break her arm while holding those big ass books around the campus.” Herc said while looking at Alex, who was overreacting about something small.

Alex head left the table and then exclaimed “she might start to like you!”

“Nonsense, Alex” Laf said with an arched eye brow.

“If you want her attention you need to do something, not just stalk her around the campus man”

Alex was thankful you had headphones on at the moment. He took another look at you.

You were intently writing down on your yellow paper, occasionally bobbing your head at the beat of your song.

To others you were simply a college girl, but To him you were the most amazing and beautiful creature he saw.

You looked up and saw him looking at you, you smiled at him.

Alex then realized and then put his head down on the table again.

You chuckled at the guy, you recognized him as the guy who always fight with that one popular guy called Thomas.

You got back to studying.

“I’m gonna do something… but you guys better not be loud or tease me about this.” Alex said before standing and then walked over to you.

He had a plan, the only thing he has to do is do it.

He then froze when he was finally at your table standing there. He had never been this close to you. He had a better look of your face.

Boy, he fell hard again.

You were oblivious of the standing man by you.

The trio back at the table were trying to hold their laugh at Alex’s awestruck face looking at you.

You then realized you were out of coffee you turned to stand up with cup but you were surprised to see him there standing next you.

“How long have you been standing there?” You looked at him smiling a little.

His heart thumped faster.

“I-I wanted to um-” he was a stuttering mess but one of his friends, Laurens to be specific shouted a little for you to hear him.

“He wants to ask you out!”

You blushed a little and looked down.

Alex was dying inside out of embarrassment because of his friends.

You finally looked up and put your hand out.

“My name’s (Y/N)-”

“I know!-” Alex replied immediately. He thought of something to back him up.

“I mean, yeah I know you, you’re kinda popular around campus” he said cooly while shaking your hand.

You light heartedly chuckled which made him smile. He would do anything to see that again.

“I’m Alexander but you could call me Alex” he was still smiling at you which you were fluttered by.

“Well, Alex do you wanna join me now for the date?” You were feeling confident and you don’t know why.

As for Alex he was ecstatic by your offer which he immediately sat down in front of you.

He helped you study and you guys talked a lot about each other. You guys had a lot in common your love for books and writing poetry.

It was getting dark so he helped you with your stuff to get back to your apartment which was near by as well.

When you finally got to your apartment you took your stuff and put it on your coffee table quickly and then returned to your apartment door where Alex was standing.

“Thanks for everything, I had a lot of fun, Alex” you said to him while tucking a strand of hair behind your hair.

“Glad you did” then there was silence.

“Can I have your phone number?” You both asked at the same time which you both laughed and blushed at.

“Sure” you both said again and just exchanged phones.

“ I’ll text you soon” he said while tucking his phone back at his pocket.

“Sure” you leaned and kissed his left cheek.

“Bye!” You said smiling while closing the door slowly. He nodded, smiling also.

He walked home almost skipping.

He then looked at his contacts. Your number was named

“(Y/N) <3  <3”

You were blushing on why you did that. You look at your contacts to see his number named.

“Ton amour <3 <3”


^^ goggle translate that to fangirl a little.

Scorching Fire

Originally posted by faith-in-dean

Last night had been a long night. You couldn’t get Ketch out your head, you hated him and yet he did things to you. Hopefully he was gone by now and you would never have to see him again.

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iloveotp15  asked:

If there were to be spinoff movies about the rest of the Cullen's, do you think they should each have separate movies or be paired with each other in a movie telling their story (Carlise and Esme, Rosalie and Emmett, Jasper and Alice)

I’m not an especially shippy person, I sort of prefer romance as a side plot rather than the main plot, so I’d love to see characters get their own movies rather than just pairings telling their love story. I mean with someone like Carlisle, he’s got centuries of travel and study and friendships before he met Esme, tons of stories to tell that don’t revolve around the love story. Likewise we have virtually NO idea what Alice was up to in the 48 years between when she became a vampire and when she found Jasper. Tons of potential for a movie even before she meets up with him. 

My dream would would be a series of prequels following the Cullen family in their humans lives and then how they joined the family, with the romances being secondary to that. 

I’d also love a Game of Thrones-style prequel about the ancient covens’ (Volturi, Romanian, Egyptian etc) struggles for power and dominance. 

And of course something with the wolves, but I’d imagine that being something more contemporary. There are endless movie depictions about Native Americans in history (many inaccurate and unflattering), but not nearly so many that tell the stories which take place in the modern world. But maybe a prequel in the 1970s with Billy and Harry (and Charlie) growing up? Or one exploring what happened to Jacob’s mom, who Embry’s father was, etc. 

nimthecat  asked:

Hi, with regards to too many ideas, I started to gather some of my extra story plots and synopsis bc I'd like them to be used, any ideas on how to give them away?

I don’t know? Does anyone know of any online communities that swap ideas like this? (…or perhaps someone that might like to start one…?)

What I’ve found sometimes though is pairing an idea with a writer can be tricky business. Not to say that it can’t be done, but a writer with no idea what to write would likely have to see a ton of ideas before they find one they feel comfortable taking on as their own and running with it. And maybe even hesitant to take someone’s idea, no matter how willingly it’s being given away.

But I could maybe see this as being something many writers would want to use for inspiration?

-Rebekah

LIAR LIAR: PART 2

A DRESS

SUMMARY: -request-You told your sister that you have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set you up with people but now she’s coming to visit and you’re in too deep and need a fake boyfriend ASAP. (THANK YOU TO @super-slick-fanfic-chick for letting me use this idea for my series! Love you!)

PAIRING: Barry X Reader

WARNINGS: Swearing, super fluff (like a ton)

If you haven’t read:

PART 1: A LIE

A/N: I figured after the season finale, we all needed some Barry fluff. But be warned…angst is coming. I hope you guys like it and tell me what you think and any tips you might have for me! I absolutely love hearing from you. ALSO, thank you so much @winchester-with-wings for editing this. You are amazing!

          You wake up wishing yesterday was a dream. That your sister surprising you, and your best friend becoming your make believe boyfriend, was just your mind feeling anxious over a small lie. Only now, you know that it wasn’t a dream, and that small lie has spiraled out into a larger one.

           Sleepily you toss around inside your bed, cracking open your eyes only to use your hand to shield them from the light seeping through the window. You turn around, pushing your face into the comfort of your pillow. It’s the smell of food that finally edges you out of your bed with a groan, and out into the kitchen. The corner of your mouth perks into a half smile, when you see Barry. His back is to you, but you can still see his arm moving to flip over something on the stove.

“I didn’t know you could cook.” You state, falling into one of the stools in front of the island, and he turns around at the sound of your voice. Now with him facing you, you take the chance to look him up and down, admiring your friend. Although he was dressed in fresh clothes, his hair was messy and frazzled, sticking out in every direction. If you didn’t know better, it would have seemed like he had just rolled out of bed. Damn was he cute like that. Wait, did I just say that? About Barry? He smiles at you and you freeze, worried he just read your thoughts. Could he even do that?

           If he could he didn’t say anything about it.

“Hey sleepy,” he coos, noticing your own mess of bedhead. There’s a beat of content silence.

“How was the couch?” You ask him, referring to the one he was sleeping on last night. Since telling your sister you and your boyfriend lived together, it would have looked a little weird if Barry left. So, he stayed the night.

“I think we’re going to need a new arrangement. Your sis found me out there last night.”

“What’d you tell her?”

“That you were snoring,” he smirks at you when he answers and you roll your eyes. Suddenly the stench of something burning enters your nose.

“Uh, Bare,” you nod your head over to the stove. Barry’s face suddenly lifts in realization, quickly turning back.

“Shit,” he hisses and you see him scrape a black pancake into the trash, causing you to laugh.

“I guess I spoke too soon.”

“You distracted me!” He protests, waving up the spatula to point it at you, accusatorily. You can’t help but to smile. Barry looked so domestic, you can’t remember the last time he looked this way.

“Whatever you say, Gordon Ramsay.” You hold your hands up in defeat, as the sound of clicking heels begins, followed by your sister. Megan’s ready as well, and you feel under-dressed in your pajama bottoms and S.T.A.R. labs sweatshirt.

“You guys are too cute,” Megan gushes when she enters the kitchen and you can’t help it when your cheeks turn crimson. You’re sure that Barry’s are too.

“Morning to you too, Meg.” You greet, lazily.  

“So, are you guys ready?” Megan inquires, clapping her hands together as she asks this.

           You groan, having completely forgotten that she invited you and Barry to go out shopping with her. After she insisted last night to you “that no sister of hers was going to a Gala in a summer dress.” She looks over to you, and sighs.

“Hey, some of us like to sleep. Unlike you and America’s next top chef over here I just woke up.”

           Barry chuckles, but your sister frowns.

“Okay, okay, I’m getting ready,” you exit the kitchen, but not before swiping a pancake or two from the fresh stack Barry must have been making before you woke up. Not like you’d ever admit it to him, but they were delicious.


           The three of you squeeze into the backseat of the taxi that was waiting outside your apartment. Without thinking, you realize you’ve been squished in-between Barry and Megan, their elbows jutting into your sides.

“You know, we could have just taken the bus, it would have been cheaper.” You argue to your sister as you squirm in your seat, trying to breathe and buckle in at the same time. “And roomier,” you add, mumbling under your breath. Barry chuckles, being the only other person in the cab to hear you. Turning to him, you see how he’s leaning into the door.  The car begins to move, causing you to fall into the old leather seats in a huff.

“How long has it been?” You ask Barry after a moment, leaning into him a bit so Megan is out of earshot. He looks at you weird,

“What?” He questions with his eyebrows furrowed, but the corners of his mouth teasing into a smile, implying softness.

“Since you’ve been in a moving vehicle,” you refrain from giggling at the situation. Barry Allen. Able to run faster than the speed of sound…stuck in a cab moving slower than your grandmother’s driving. Barry opens his eyes wide in realization, and chuckles to himself. Before he can respond, a sudden sharp pain shoots to your side, pushing you into Barry.

           Beside you Megan rummages through her purse, completely oblivious. You move to sit up, straightening your back as you do so. Suddenly another elbow shaped jab to your side, pushes you once again into your best friend. Your hands move with a mind of their own, stretching out and grabbing the nearest objects.

           Heat rushes to your cheeks when you find yourself practically in Barry’s arms. One of your hands grips his bicep, while the other stays steady on his chest, his own arms wrapping around you by instinct. Taken out of context, this would be the kind of picture perfect moment you’d see in one of Iris’ romance magazines. A couple cuddled up to each other, their arms wrapped around the other protectively…

           Blood rushes to your face, your cheeks growing hot in what you’re positive is embarrassment. With a deep breath you glance up at Barry, his eyes already trained on you. You expect him to laugh it off, teasing you on how you’re even clumsy sitting down, but instead he’s quiet. Looking up at him, a series of emotions pass over his face, but none stay long enough for you to read them. You’re unable to move, and for a second you wonder if you really want to.

“Do I need to get another cab or something?” Megan’s voice pierces through the vehicle like a needle through a balloon. Suddenly and loudly. You scramble up and off of Barry, trying to appear like the recent thirty seconds didn’t happen as you sit straight and rigid.

“Sorry, uh, no we just, I—“ Megan gives off a quick laugh, graciously stopping you from rabbling too much.

“I’m teasing, Y/n,” she reassures and you can feel your shoulder visibly relax. The rest of the car ride glides into a comfortable silence between the three of you.


           “Guys, this is stupid!” You call out from the dressing room, grumbling to yourself. The zipper in your dress gets stuck as your hands fumble with it, “Megan, can’t I wear one of your outfits from home, or something?”

           It’s not that the dress didn’t look nice. It looked gorgeous on you in fact, hugging your curves in the right places, accentuating certain body parts perfectly, and kindly making your stomach look tight and fit. But all of this was the problem. You’re not sure if you’d like the attention it would give you, or if you even deserved it.

“Y/n, get your ass out here! You’ve been in there all day” Megan calls out,

“No,” you protest, “all day was when you insisted that Barry try on the same colored suit five times!”

          Her silence is a deafening response, and you smirk proudly in triumph to yourself. The sound of footsteps follow, growing loud until you can see the shadow of a pair of legs standing in front of the dressing room door. You expect your sister, but instead you are surprised by the sound of your best friend’s voice. It echoes a bit, deep and clear, because of his close proximity. The image of his arm resting above his head and against the wooden door, lips mere inches away from the solid surface flashes inside of your head as he speaks.

“Y/n, I’m sure you look amazing,” Barry assures, and your heart speeds up a bit, for a second you had forgotten Barry was out there. The thought of him seeing you like this, causes the senseless butterflies to flutter around your stomach, once again. This time you’re nervous, edging on the word of anxious. You can’t place a finger on exactly why. It’s not like Barry hasn’t seen you in a dress before, but lately…

           You stretch your arm behind your back, grasping for the zipper to pull it up any higher, but your fingertips only graze it.

“I need a little help in here!” You admit, calling out to them and the sound of a sigh being muffled by a deep chuckle, Barry no doubt, follows. Unlocking the door you allow Megan inside, and turn around so your back is facing her, hearing the door click as she closes it shut. “I can’t reach the zipper,” you wine helpless, reaching for it unsuccessfully to show her. She giggles.

“I got it, big sis to the rescue.”

           In one swift movement, she zips you up and the dress tightens a bit as it binds together. Resting her hands on your shoulder, she looks straight ahead, seeing your reflection in the mirror.

“See, I knew it.” Megan gloats, but she says it so kindly implying how beautiful you look. You can’t help but to blush,

“Thanks Meg.”

“Can I ask you a personal question?” Her face pulling up into a devious smirk as she says this, causing you to giggle and be worried at the same time. “What’s Barry like in bed?” This time you burst into a full out laugh.

“Hey, I’m serious. What’s he like? I have a feeling that cute, awkward, puppy exterior goes right out the window when the two of you get down to it.”

           Shivers run up your arms and down your spine, as she teases.

“What are you, twelve?” You joke, but you can’t stop your face from turning red. It’s something you have thought about, recently and your cheeks blush deeper. Unfortunately, Meg notices and she beams with pride in herself.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” You give her a stern face, not sure what else to do or say and she pats your arm, “okay, okay I’m dropping it…for now.”

           In a second, she unlocks and swings open the door, “Let’s show him how great you look.” You can’t move, anxiety pumping through your veins and an anvil sits on your chest. She pushes you out with one quick shove, and you have to catch yourself from tripping over the fabric of the dress.

           When your steady, you look up, being met by Barry’s gaze. His eyes are wide, and his eyebrows are raised as he scratches the spot behind his head, like he always does when he feels overwhelmed. Unconsciously, you rub your palms against your sides trying to look like you’re working to smooth out the creases, and not trying to stop your hands from shaking. His eyes find yours and for a moment you think you can’t breathe. All your insecurities melting away from the look he was giving you. One a friend normally wouldn’t give. Barry’s mouth lays open a bit and you have to force yourself to inhale. No one had ever looked at you the way he was, like you were the only person in the room.

           You can hear Megan’s voice, but its soft compared to the pulsing inside your ears.

“Well? Doesn’t she look great?”

           Barry doesn’t take his eyes off of you, but he stammers in his words, “Yeah, she looks…I’m mean…you look amazing.”

“Y/n? Barry?” The connection suddenly breaks by the new voice, and the two of you move your heads to the source.

“Cisco, hey.” Barry breathes out, seeing your friend mere feet away, a smoothie in his hand. You grin, noticing his Star Wars t-shirt.

“What’s with the dress, are you going on a date or something?” Cisco teases, being clever as he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

@lilyoflothlorien @amxswxrld

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Question!

So I feel mega guilty that I haven’t posted any new writing on here in forever. Especially since I’m probably not going to be able to in the immediate future. I’m making plans for May/June, and those plans will require me to work every single hour I can get. 

So here’s an idea: 

I have tons of belly-kink-related one-shots and drabbles sitting around on my computer from previous fandoms. I never posted any of that anywhere, because I wrote it before I was really comfortable putting it out there. Would anyone be interested in reading some of my old stuff? 

I’m shy about the fanfics, though, because I’m not in those fandoms anymore, no one that I’ve seen really likes belly kink with the characters I wrote about, and also a lot of the one-shots involve a pairing I used to love a lot, but I now kinda can’t stand, haha. When posting them, I’d just replace everything with “Character A”, “Mr. B”, exc. You could even do a kind of “insert-your-own-character-here” thing with them! (You could even insert Sans, too! Though most of the old stuff is about human characters and might not make sense, haha.)

Good idea? Bad idea? Would anyone be interested or would it just be weird?

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It is well known that Flowey blames himself for he and Chara’s failure. He talks about how he couldn’t do it.

But what if it wasn’t him, but Chara?

Asriel did absorb Chara’s soul so it only makes sense that it would be very difficult to tell the pairs emotions and thoughts apart.

That being said, this was an idea i came up with while laying in bed, trying to go to sleep. When i though of it, i couldn’t stop so i eventually got up and sketched the whole thing in my sketchbook. 

I plan on doing more stuff like this. It was fun to do and i have some ideas. Im also seeing a TON of mistakes i made in this and i need to fix but… eh, ill do it latter (If i ever get around to doing it). 

I want ideas from you guys as well. Please tell me headcanons and stuff you have or any other thing you want me to do.

Thank you~

letting go (so that you can smile again)

Summary: loving park sungjin has never been easy.

Word count: 2511

Pairing: Sungjin X OC

Warning(s): angst, lapslock, handicapped!Sungjin

A/N: ok it has been more than a month since my last post. i’m so sorry about that. school got me so busy but i’ve got tons of ideas in my head for fics but uhhhh i just don’t have the time to write it all. :’( i just hope the ideas will stay in my head long enough until my exams are over T_T so thus comes this long fic LOL this idea has been egging in my head for so long and tbh, i wanted to make it even more sad but i just can’t???? but then again, idek if this is sad/angst enough. i’m serious. (geddit? HAHA) ok enjoy :D

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corvinsky  asked:

I'm in love with your idea of ginger Adam it's pure it's beautiful it pairs so nicely with the idea of him having a ton of freckles so thank you tons

ajdjsjsjsjsjjsj i’ve secretly been harboring that hc for sooo long like… ever since that line where blue said “you hair’s the color of dirt” like….idk i grew up (and still live) in virginia and so my brain was just like “he got that local red clay hair” and i just?? assumed? and then i looked at all the fanart and stuff after i read the series and ppl draw him with brown hair so i sort of Conformed but yes i love ginger adam and if i wasn’t gonna defend him with my life before this hc i will now lmao

Spring Break

(gif credit to the creator)

Request:  It’s spring break and reader has homework to do but Dean decides to distract her, and when the weeks over her homework is mysteriously already done. 
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1,206
Warnings: none?
A/N: @iwillprobablybechangingthislater Thank you so much for requesting this! I  am SO SORRY it took me so long to get it done, but I had a ton of fun writing it. I hope you like it!! 

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OFFICIAL SHIPPING NAMES!

First off, I’d like to thank everyone who showed up to the meeting and discussed the awesome pairing names! We had tons of great ideas and tried our best to narrow them down to what we all felt suited the ships. 

I do have to apologize, though, that some of the names are a little similar since most of the names in GTA consist of the same consonants. 

Here is the list we created for the GTA tags/shipping names:

  • Michael/Trevor: Trikey
  • Michael/Franklin: Mikelin
  • Trevor/Franklin: Trank
  • Trevor/Lamar: Lavor
  • Franklin/Lamar: Framar
  • Michael/Lamar: Lakey
  • Trevor/Wade: Trade
  • Trevor/Ron: Tron
  • Trevor/Floyd: Troyd
  • Amanda/Michael: Mindy
  • Brad/Michael: Brael
  • Trevor/Brad: Trad
  • Michael/Dave: Mavey
  • Michael/Steve: Stevael
  • Steve/Devin: Stevin
  • Dave/Steve: Deve 

  • Brad/Trevor/Michael: BMT
  • Franklin/Lamar/Trevor: Flavor
  • Michael/Trevor/Franklin: Unholy Fucking Trinity

I know it seems like it’ll be hard to remember, but just think that not a lot of people use even three of those shipping tags per day/per post.

Thank you so much!

Special thanks to these awesome Tumblr users who participated in the discussion and helped create the wonderful names:

@gentleslave

@nordenhelm

@alanathepsychic

@iamtrikeytrash

@desertclaymachine

@justalittlebitartsy

@lady-pushkin

@trevorfreakinphilips

@mortythemoon

Endless

Pairing(s): Lucifer/Reader (Sam!Lucifer/Prophet!Reader)

Summary: You’re a prophet of the end times, but your true calling is endless and time has a way of changing your mind.

A/N: Honestly, I have no idea how to summarize this. It’s a post-apocalyptic, fairy tale/fantasy soulmate AU(-ish), inspired by this: On Loving an Angel of War. Plus a metric eff-ton of physically/emotionally needy sex—wow, so thirsty.

Author: WFBI

Reader Gender: Female

Word Count: 8,300+ (This damn thing. Bear with me, okay? Approximately half of that is smut!)

Warnings/Tags: Smut, post-apocalyptic (human extinction mentioned, nothing violent/graphic), manipulation, some dubious physical contact (subtext only; smut is consensual), soulmates/bonding, wing kink, accidental voyeurism, dirty talk, power dynamics (dominant Luci, submissive reader), praise kink, oral sex (receiving), masturbation (male).

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Justin Bieber Imagine

You and your boyfriend Justin had been together for over two years now. It had honestly been the best relationship you’ve ever been in. Justin was sweet, hilarious, and extremely charming. There was never a dull moment with that kid. Since you two became friends, you were inseparable.

Up until the moment where he finally asked you to be his girlfriend you had always had feelings for him. The answer had obviously been yes, and you’ve been together ever since.

Today being a day like no other, you woke up to Justin’s tight embrace, wrapped around your waist.You tried to wiggle your way out of his grasp without waking him up,but failed miserably. “Babee,” he replied in his incredibly sexy morning voice, “stay.”

He pouted while tugging you into his chest and wrapping his arms back around you tighter, cuddling you closer. You giggled and Justin kissed your shoulder, “Don’t leave yet.. 5 more minutes..” He murmurs as he slowly begins to drift of again. You turn around and kiss his nose, before saying,

“It’s time to get up sleepyhead.” and get yourself up, to use the washroom. When you’re finished, you quietly tiptoed out, to see your boyfriend still sound asleep in your guys’ bed.

After deciding to go downstairs and make you both some breakfast, you feel a pair of arms snake around your waist. “Good morning beautiful."Justin says as he kisses your cheek and then spins you around for a kiss on the lips. "Hey handsome” you reply with a wink and kiss him again. “What are we making?” “Just pancakes and bacon.” You state, while grinning. Once both of you are done with breakfast Justin asks you what you wanted to do today.

Since he was taking an entire year off, Justin had tons of time to spend with you. “I may have an idea..” You say while trailing off a little. You both took a quick shower and changed your clothes. Grabbing your keys you hop in your car, and Justin gets into the passenger side.

“Alright baby where are we headed?” “Nowhere special just the pet store.” You smile at him and he smiles back. When you got there you both intertwined your hands and strolled through the aisles before stopping at one of the glass cages. “Justin oh my gosh look at him!” You shriek in happiness. “Aw he’s so adorable.” Justin gushes. “Hey, I think we should get him, what about you babe?” Justin asks while looking at the puppy in front of you guys, “That’s a great idea,” you smile and lean in to give him a quick kiss.

Justin grins and pulls you in for another, and calls over one of the employees to help you guys out.“Hi little guy, hey bud,” you both giggle as your brand new puppy licks your cheek. “Aw no fair! After 30 seconds he’s already stealing my woman!” Justin jokes before turning to you and smirking. “Justin you know I love you most!” You say half serious until you begin to laugh at his now pouting face. “I love you (y/n)” “Love you more Jus-” he cuts you off with a kiss.

THE END

Author’s Note:////// Hey guys I’m Ashley and this is my first imagine soo please give me feedback if it’s alright!:) Put in my Ask if you guys would like any personal imagines and i’ll upload it as soon as i can! Thanks:)

10

THIS IS ONE OF THE MOMENTS THAT I WAS MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO IN SMC, THE SCENE WITH MAMORU AND MICHIRU.

It’s such a quiet, understated scene and it says so much about both characters, the way Mamoru is so reserved and refined, the way Michiru is entirely elegant and finely edged, that even when they bump into each other and have a strange conversation, it’s nothing but graceful and polite.

I’m sad that they didn’t get in Mamoru’s observation on her:

It shows that Michiru presents this very kind, gentle face but Mamoru can’t read her at all, it lets you know that there’s so much more under the surface to both of these characters.

This scene is set against the Haruka/Usagi scene, which is cute and flirty versus this one, which is cooler and more wary, that there’s a gravitation between Haruka and Usagi, but while Mamoru and Michiru have a ton of undercurrents, it’s not attraction between either of them.  It will be used later on to fuel Usagi’s jealousy, because they would have made such a beautiful pair, the perfect elegant couple, and there’s something in the air between them, you can feel it, and yet it’s not that, I just love everything about this meeting.

It’s one of my favorite scenes in the manga and it was done beautifully here, I AM SO GLAD TO GET THE INFINITY ART ANIMATED, YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

anonymous asked:

my friend was in the denmark show i asked her about h&l and she said everyone were interacting with each other but them, whenever they were standing next to other they uncomfortabely switched their places. you know what that makes me sick. i'm fully done with 1D team at this point. since this tour started everyone is saying the same thing interacting with everyone but each other. it's so fucking annoying. leave everything aside, they are FRIENDS most of all. (c)

It’s so sad how millions of fans cheer up when they are just walking together. I’ve seen it, everyone were screaming more than ever when HL were walking down the stage. Everyone looooves them and misses them, it’s obvious. Their team should get their shit together and remember that after all they are friends, best friends even. People miss seeing what they have. The gay rumors doesn’t affect the band, this whole awkward sitation affects them. I know that boys love each other, enjoy having fun together. But whoever went to this tour’s concert they are like they sang beautifully but no fun. They grew up, yeah. But that’s not an excuse for them to not do fun things together anymore and I believe they miss it too. Anyway I talked to much but I just feel sad because they all so talented & lovely people they should be able to do whatever they want with love and fun and joy.. ugh.

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I completely agree with you. I’m fed up. With the sketchiness going on with the whole band, it isn’t even fun to be a fan anymore. And the situation Harry and Louis are in just makes me sad and disappointed. The lack of interaction is blatantly obvious. And what does it even accomplish? What is the general public supposed to think about it? 1.) They aren’t friends anymore? 2.) Louis is still so afraid of the gay rumors that he’s refrained from even talking to Harry onstage? How are either of those reasons normal? Those are incredibly flimsy excuses for not interacting in public.

We know they’re friends, but if they weren’t, they’d still have to put on a show and pretend to be. I always go back to how they said Louis and Liam didn’t get along at first and we had no idea until they admitted it years later! They put on a good act. People ship other pairings in the band. Why aren’t they all under the same restrictions? Why is it just Harry and Louis? Do they realize that acting this way is the equivalent of hanging a giant neon sign above their heads that reads “We’re hiding something” ???

And you’re right, the crowd goes crazy when they go down the catwalk together. That part is so exciting. They have a ton of chemistry, their energy is electric and it gets the crowd pumped. If just walking together has that much of an effect, imagine what an actual conversation between them would do. Fans miss them. Relationship status aside, I genuinely miss seeing their friendship. Keeping it under lock and key is the actual insult here. The band dynamic isn’t the same with them being separated. People say Louis doesn’t look like he’s having fun onstage anymore. Well, if I couldn’t act naturally with my best friend the way I do with my other friends, I wouldn’t be able to fully enjoy myself either. You can tell they’re holding themselves back. The glances, the orbiting, being aware of where each other is on stage. Doesn’t ignoring each other take more of an effort? The boys deserve better than this. It isn’t fair to anybody. Things need to change.

Hands

So my mind has been really preoccupied with all the emphasis on hands this season and I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. …Which I’m glad for now because I just realized that what they’ve been doing with this is foreshadowing the failure of Operation Mongoose right from the very start.

Now there have been a lot of hands this season, a lot of shots focused on hands in various situations and belonging to various people. I’m talking about the major ones on my mind, namely Killian, Emma, CS as a pair because they got tons of hand emphasis together, Rumple, and Regina. There are others of course, but I think these have been the main ones.

You see, the thing I realized is that this is all about fate. Aside from the continuous CS emphasis on hands, Killian’s hand symbolism was all about his struggle between light and dark. The popular idea being that since he was a villain he can’t change, he can’t get a happy ending because villains just don’t.  However, as we very tellingly saw this episode, Killian was the only one to get his happy ending out of the ‘reformed’ villains trio of him, Rumple, and Regina. Why? Because he took his fate into his own hands but in a positive way. He did things the right way, by acknowledging his wrongdoings and feeling shame and working to do the right thing from now on. And thanks to that he has managed to end up on the hero side of the fence.

Next up, Emma of the jazz magic hands after her encounter with Ingrid. Again, her specific hand emphasis was all about fate, but not in the way you’d think. This wasn’t about her accepting her 'fate’ as the Savior. This wasn’t about her accepting some role given to her by some higher power, no in the end what it all hinged upon was accepting herself as she is. Which includes her magic just as it includes everything else. And when she did that we saw her literally reaching out with her hand to conquer her fears and love herself and let go of the feeling that nothing could ever change; instead she changed things for herself. See, once again the hands are pointing towards you taking a leading role in your own destiny.

The CS hand emphasis throughout continues to support this. They're reaching out for each-other, they’re fighting for their own happiness and actively making this work and they are succeeding which is what all the successful hand-linking is about. And I think at times this has been contrasted with other couples like OQ who I think had some hand-holding emphasis but I seem to recall the repeated theme being them letting go of each other’s hands for whatever reason, whereas we always see CS grabbing on. And that symbolizes these relationships in the end.

Finally, the scene with Rumple and Regina tonight is key for all of this. He reached out and took her hand while he was telling her that no one writes his story, that he makes his own fate. However Regina is stuck thinking that the answers all lie in the storybook, and her hand just sits there. Now they both lose their happiness anyway because Rumple’s particular method of writing his own story was wrong - because he was being a villain about it, not to mention he tried to rewrite Belle’s story without her consent (the forced sleep, deception all season, the plan to mess with her memories after trapping her in the outside world). We got to see the consequences of that firsthand when Rumple let go of his dagger (symbolizing his fate) and Belle grabbed it. She held it out towards him and she controlled him, and in doing so, in finally acting and fighting for herself she regained control over her own life, and his too.

Basically all the attention to hands this season has been telling us right from the start that the Author cannot rewrite peoples’ stories. Only you can write yourself a happy ending. And you do that by taking action with your own hands. Trying to control someone else’s fate backfires, but working together (reaching out for people, being rewarded when they do the same and you form a connection) and helping yourself without hurting others is what can change your 'fate’.

This is what the characters are all going to have to realize by the end of 4B.

  • me: You know, I'm more of a multishipper for Voltron. I like a lot of various pairings.
  • me: *looks up tons of klance art*
  • me: There's not any one ship I like over another
  • me: *reblogs tons of klance art*
  • me: It's just a lot of people I follow are klance shippers, so thats what I see a lot
  • me: *starts reading klance fics*
  • me: Rivalry shipping just isn't much of my thing
  • me: *starts thinking about ideas for writing a klance fic*