i kind of like this one guys

Fanfiction Shenanigans [Steve Rogers x Reader]

Requested by: @luxdxvine (I can’t tag you for some reason??) :: The avengers bring the reader and Steve together through fanfictions written for just them.

A/N: I couldn’t stop writing this fic and it’s kinda dragged and veryyyy long, therefore brace yourself. I apologise in advance and thank you for bearing with me. (Criticism welcome.)

Tony Stark strutted into the common room of the avengers, a place where they all hungout when nobody was on a mission. His patent smirk was plastered on his face as he sauntered into the midst of the other avengers, with the exception of you and Steve Rogers.

“What you got up your sleeve, man?” Sam asked, noticing Tony and his grin.

Bucky, Natasha, Clint and Vision looked up at the philanthropist while Wanda busily dealt cards to everyone.

“What I’m going to tell you is more fun than any game of cards you’ve played,” Tony declared, whipping out his phone.

“Please, Stark, we aren’t interested in the new tech you’ve come up with,” Natasha commented.

“It’s not tech, although that would be something. Anyway, it’s about Capsicle and Y/N,” Tony divulged.

“..Really? The fact that they’re attracted to each other? Old news, Grandma,” Natasha said casually.

Bucky looked at Natatsha in horror. “WHat?”

“Ol’ Buck doesn’t know,” Sam interjected.

“Everyone knew? Why didn’t I?” Bucky questioned.

Everyone shrugged at the soldier who looked a little angry.

Tony cleared his throat and continued,”Well it is obvious they’re in love but they’re not doing anything about it and it’s making me crazy. I decided that we must take matters into our own hands.”

“We’re listening,” Nat and Wanda said in unison.

“That’s the spirit,” Tony said, a wider smirk playing at his lips.


You entered the room to find the avengers sitting huddled around Tony who was talking. Your eyes automatically started to look for a particular avenger but you shook your head. You had to stop.

You walked to the huddle and everyone whirled to look at you, a grin on most of their faces. Your forehead furrowed in confusion. “What’s up?”

“It’s nothing,” Tony blurted quickly, starting to put the phone he’d been reading from into his pocket.

Just then Steve entered the room and you stiffened. Why he had this effect on you, you’d never know. But one look at him, his perfect greek-god like built, his kind blue eyes and perfect lips and you were a goner.

You turned your focus to Tony, trying to no think about Steve who walked over to stand beside you. That wasn’t helping.

“I want to know! What were you guys reading?” you demanded.

“It’s nothing, Y/N,” Bucky said, sounding unconvincing.

“Do you want me to use my power to take it from you, Tony?” you commanded.

“Alright alright,” he deadpanned. Steve looked at him questioningly. It was very unlike Tony Stark to give into commands so easily.

“We were reading Captain America into Psych fanfiction,” Tony admitted.

Your jaw dropped. Did Wanda tell everyone? Only she knew about your little crush on Steve. So this is what it felt like, being stabbed in the back with a knife.

“What’s a fanfiction?” Steve queried, his brows knitting in confusion.

“Well..it’s something people or rather fans write. They write fictious stories about people or events that they would like to happen,” Natasha explained.

Steve still looked puzzled. Meanwhile you were sure you were going to drown in embarrasment.

“We were reading fanficition about you and Y/N,” Sam added.

You almost expected Steve to start laughing at this absolute stupidity but all he said was,”They want me and Y/N to happen?”

Where was the nearest balcony? You ought to jump off one.

“Yeah well,”Tony said, trying to keep fom smiling.

Steve glanced at you and judging you by your neutral expression he said, “Well it’s not like it’s real or anything.”

Whoever said about words not harming anyone. What he said made your heart clench with sadness, you always hoped he’d like you back but here was the truth, waving at you in your face.

Hurt, you managed to croak,”Yeah, keep reading Stark, this should be fun.”

That’s right, hurt yourself more.

Tony, obviously enjoying this, obligied immediately. The other avengers sat themselves around him, while you found a place next to Wanda and Steve squeezed himself between Bucky and Clint.

Clearing his throat, Tony continued where he’d left off, “Y/N lay in Steve’s arms, as the soldier whispered silent prayers into the night. Y/N was barely breathing. Steve brushed her hair off her face and caressed her cheek. ‘Please, don’t die,’ the avenger said. ‘Please, Y/N, I love you.”

Tony paused for a second and you wanted to strangle him. Steve glanced at you and you looked back, his face, unreadable.

Why were they doing this? Was this a joke to them? Steve clearly didn’t know and didn’t share the same feelings. It was merely a passtime for him. But hearing everything you wanted to happen aloud, was humiliating. But you were brave, you couldn’t let Steve know.

“Why are you reading soapy, dramatic stuff? Isn’t there anything that’s fun?” You asked, putting on an impassive face.

“Ooh the lady wants fun,” Clint said, grinning at you. You smiled back at him, hoping nobody could hear your heart thudding against your chest.

“Here’s something fun. Do you want me to read smut?” Tony questioned, his eyebrows arched and mocking.

Bucky, Sam and Clint burst out laughing, Nat following in a second later.

Congratulations, you played yourself.

“What’s smut?” Steve asked, earning a groan from everyone.

“It’s sexual intercourse and everything​related in writing, Mr. Rogers,” Vision piped and Steve’s eyes widened at the mention of the word.
His ears redened and he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. Nor could you look at him.

“Not​ that. Go on to something else,” Steve muttered.

“C'mon Capsicle,” Tony urged and before waiting for an answer, started to read.
“Lust and love blazed in Steve’s eyes as Y/N stood before him, dressed in satin lingerie.”
That earned some giggles.
Your head was going to burst, you thought.

“Pining Y/N against the wall, Steve planted small kisses on her neck and moved onto her jaw, illiciting a moan from the beautiful maiden. Y/N pushed herself against the soldier, her hands grasping at his hair. Steve slid his hand up her thigh and Y/N shuddered at his touch.”

Wild fantasies involving the blonde soldier were storming in your brain one after one and if anyone read your mind they’d take you to be christined immediately.

Just when you thought​ things couldn’t get worse, Steve said,“ That’s not how I’d do it.”

Everything went dead still. You looked at the avenger and blinked. He wasn’t looking at you.

And then the other avengers started to scoff, Bucky whistling and Natasha winking at Steve.

You chuckled a little but your mind was already racing with the thoughts of what he would do and you hated yourself for it.

“Wanna write your own fic as to how it would go, Stevie?” Tony teased.

“No thanks,” Steve said, blushing.

You tried to gather yourself for what was yet to come.

“Y/N ripped the shirt off the Captain, and drank in the god-like built of her lover. She pulled him closer, biting at his lower lip. Steve slipped the satin straps off Y/N’s shoulder, his touch burning her skin. Steve trailed kisses down her neck and moved to her bre-”

You couldn’t take it anymore.
“That’s enough,” you said through gritted teeth.

Steve looked at you, he looked a little humiliated too…and was that sorry written on his face?

Tony looked scared for a second and then joked, “Atleast the fictious Steve’s getting some action.”

Steve’s face redened. You almost laughed but caught yourself…the others however, not so much.

“Steve, c'mon man, there’s got to be someone you like,” Sam asked, punching him playfully.

Steve remained silent. So the others, obviously moved on to the next victim, you.

“And you, Y/N?”

Of course there was someone. Of course you wanted to be with him. And obviously you couldn't​ ever have that.

“Yeah, there is someone,” you muttered.

Steve looked at you, a puzzled look on his face. You glanced at him and saw something like jealousy flash over his face. You blinked. All this fanfiction reading was playing with your mind.

Bucky scooted over to you.
“Is it anyone we know?”

Why were you answering?

“Is it anyone in this room?” Clint piqued.

They all knew. Traitors.

“Uhuh.” you breathed, not looking up.

You managed to glance at Steve. He was absolutely still and watching you carefully.

As if noticing your glance at the Captain, Natasha plodded, “Is it our beloved Steve?”

You were going to die.

You could swear Steve looked crest-fallen.
He cleared his throat and said, “I just remembered, I have some work to do.”

He stood up and left, heading to the balcony.

As soon as he left, Wanda scrambled over to you and exclaimed, “What are you doing?!”

“Go talk to him you stupid thing!” Bucky cried.

All of them were talking over each other, asking you to go confront Steve.
Tired, you stood up and reluctantly followed Steve outside.

“Can we talk?” you called after the broad soldier.

He turned around and squinted at you. He nodded and beckoned you over.

Without thinking about the consequences or anything you marched upto him and began, “Listen, you’ve been a great confidante and friend. But everything I said back there was true except for the fact that.. that it is you, Rogers. I’ve been hopelessly in love with you for sometime now and I understand if this is not the case for you but all this,”-you gestured vaguely- “just made me want to tell you everything. I’m sorry if this is too awkward for you.. I just had to do it.”

Steve looked taken aback for a second. He blinked a couple of times before his beautiful blue eyes crinkled as he smiled down at you.

“I was heart broken when you said no to what Nat said and couldn’t take it anymore that’s why I had to walk out. The truth is Y/N…I’ve been in love with you for quite some time now too,” he confided.

You couldn’t believe your ears. The man of you dreams was actually in love with you too? You could almost cry. You, however, hugged him instead, burying your face in his hard, warm chest.

“FINALLY!” you heard Bucky scream from the door to the veranda. You heard a roar of laughter and giggles errupt from his side.

“Oh give us a moment​, you guys!” Steve hollered but he was smiling.

Just as Steve leaned down to kiss you, Nat yelled, “I think I’ll write a fanfiction about this!”

You smiled against his lips and kissed him.

anonymous asked:

Hey tommie! What do you think of everyone else?

“Well. First, there’s Toredd. He’s pretty swell.”

“Then…there’s Matt. He’s a unique one, to say the least.”

“And I want to pet Tom’s tail so bad, like oh my goodness.”

“Then…there’s Malg…he’s a scary guy but he’s a g-”

“…um…ignore that, he’s just being rude. What I’m trying to say is that he’s a good guy nonetheless.”

“Then there’s Edd. He’s the living example of irony!”

“…And…T-Tord. He’s pretty nice, sweet, kind, helps me out s-sometimes…and…” [Further rambling]

anonymous asked:

Hi, loving this blog! If you don't mind me asking, could you help me with something? I'm translating a handwritten text but I can't find any translation for ていうが. The closest I got was ていうか which means "I mean", right? The whole sentence is ていうがこいつ睫毛なげぇなぁ by the way. If you can reply, thanks!

This is a really interesting question! Learned something new in pursuit of the answer.

Yeah, it could be “I mean,” “rather,” kind of like one of those filler or buying time phrases.

I think the best way I can put it is kind of like, “Hm, how should I say it?” in English. (also “how can I put it” like I used earlier in the sentence.)

So in your example, it could be “I mean, the guy has eyelashes!” or “Well..how do I say this….the guy has eyelashes!” or whatever. I think it generally goes at the beginning of a sentence but as a filler, it can really go….anywhere that needs to be filled.



i feel like the most accurate way i can describe the hype over spider-man is the guy who yells out YEAH, SPIDER-MAN!

cause like even when the dude’s surrounded by danger and bad stuff..

hmm that sound’s familiar… cough~society today~cough~the haters~cough

there’s one thing you can’t take away and it’s that spider-man, the character himself not the movie, is freaking awesome.

and y’know he’s a day-to-day kind of hero who helps even the most insignificant of citizens

HE’S LITERALLY THE SUPERHERO WHO WOULD HELP AN OLD LADY CROSS THE STREET… while wearing the totally unnecessary for that type of situation suit

and he’s just.. he’s kind and helpful and just full of hope that- that you just can’t help not love him and be excited for him

Trying to have friends when you have anxiety is so hard…I was treated so badly by my ex that now I don’t tolerate ANY bullshit at all. And my feelings get hurt easily…I have been struggling with vets with my cat and have spent so, so much money on her the last year. I went to this new one and he was so kind that I was almost in tears. I tried to tell some “friends” in a group chat about it and they just say, “Uhm…okay?” and went on with their conversation. I’m just so tired of one day feeling like someone is my friend and the next feeling like crap…Sorry for the personal, guys. 

I walked home at 5am (still pretty intoxicated) from a pretty bizarre night out and when I got close to home, I felt like sitting on the grass, so I did. A girl and a guy passed on bikes (one on a BMX and the other on like a mountain bike) and the girl said “Good morning!” loud to me, with a very cheeky and knowing “we all had fun last night and are returning home now” kind of tone in it. It made me really happy, so I turned around with a big smile and said “Good morning” a little more softly, with a tone that I hope said “This made me happy, thank you, I have tender feelings about this”. I laid down on the grass a little and then I got up and started walking, I ended up crossing paths with another girl and a guy, the girl was yapping on and saying nonsense, I smiled at the guy and said “Good morning” and he replied in the same soft tone that I had used myself earlier   

It was v v nice.

& afterwards, while I was walking on, I heard the girl say “Your insides are not supposed to taste bitter, are they”.

anonymous asked:

What kind of romantic or sweet things Yata would do for his crush or girlfriend?

okay so I headcanon Misaki as a total sap secretly, like he acts like he’s a Tough Guy but he actually really likes cutesty stuff but he gets really embarrassed doing it. 

  • He’d be really tolerant if she wanted to do “girly stuff” like go shopping or do facemasks, he’s not one of those guys who gets all “ew boring” raining on her parade, he thinks those guys are assholes, so he’ll happily go clothes shopping with her and give her his opinion on things (which is always “you look pretty” which isn’t helpful but he doesn’t know anything about fashion let him live) and he carries her bags bc he’s a Strong Boyfriend, and if she wants to put exfoliating black seaweed masks on then cool he’ll do that no complaints or disrespecting her interests
  • He insists on being the chivalrous guy, and he does stuff like carry heavy things, holding doors open, pulling chairs out for her, Defending her Honour (which is not a thing in this day and age but his equivalent is things like holding her hand when they’re out together in public so people will know she’s taken and not make unwanted advances against her) etc etc
  • He gets really bashful when he compliments her but he also wants to tell her how pretty she is all the time so he’s always blushing
  • He’s super protective and caring and if she’s sick he goes into Maximum Overdrive and will do everything in his power to make her better he appears at her home in 3 seconds flat with chicken soup and ice cream and every kind of medication. He’s the “hey are you doing okay?” “just checking in to see how you’re doing” “do you need anything?” type of boyfriend. If anyone ever says a mean word to her or idk catcalls her he’s the first person to be like “I swear to GOD”. Also if she has a bad day at work he’s Ready To Hear The Rant and bitch with her about her annoying coworker or evil boss or friend’s irritating boyfriend  
  • if ever she’s wearing a particularly pretty or sexy outfit he just dissolves into a stuttering mess and goes bright red and it takes him like a full minute before he remembers to inhale and he can’t make the words come out to tell her how amazing she looks
  • He does really cheesy cute stuff sometimes like buying her flowers out of the blue or buying something because it reminded him of her but then he gets really embarrassed and he ends up on her doorstep for 5 mins rehearsing what he’s gonna say before he knocks on the door and then he still messes it up and stutters and then just holds out the stuffed bear like “I thought of you…”

whindsor  asked:

Ah I didn't know who your faves were, so I'll just say Sphallolalia for my boy Gambit!

Remy + Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads nowhere.
A/N: You don’t know how long I’ve waited to write for Remy omggg. Also I have the flirting skills of a peanut……you’ve been warned.

You had noticed him before, only ever at the back of the bar. He’d play poker, order a drink from one of the waitresses and leave. He didn’t look like the guy to stick around. And today he strolled in, a few men at the table groaning at the sight of the browned haired man. You watched from your spot behind the bar, a frown tugging at your lips.

You weren’t sure why your bar was chosen for these poker games, but they attracted all kinds of the wrong crowd. But what were you going to do, tell one of the largest crime bosses in your city to beat it. You just had to suck it up, pretended like sales weren’t dwindling and booze wasn’t being stolen. The only benefit started around a month ago, when you got the opportunity to gawk at the stranger who you had named the brown haired man. You also noticed when he started playing a stack of hundreds would be left on the bartop each night with a note reading,

For the pretty lady behind the bar.

Tonight was no exception, the game ended and as the bar became deserted you saw the stack of bills. Your eyes flitted around like always before you swiped up the money, counting it quickly. There was more than normal and you muttered a thank you to whoever was listening.

“De rien.” An accented voice rung in your ears. You turned around to see brown haired man smiling at you.

“So, this is from you?” You asked, before he confirmed it with a nod. “Y’know you don’t have to do this, I mean you did win it.” You explained, placing the money down.

“I did, but not fairly so it’s yours. To make up for any inconveniences.” He breathed, taking a seat at the bar, pushing the money closer to you. You gave him a curt nod, before turning to face your selection of booze.

“I do owe you a drink, on the house of course.” You said, glancing over your shoulder.

“The drinks free, how ‘bout your name?”

“I’m Y/n, and you?”

“Remy, Remy LeBeau.” He extended his hand to yours, and you took it cautiously before he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, making heat rise to your face.

“Well what can I get you?”

“Something you like so I can share it with you.” He hummed, fingers tapping against the bar.

“I shouldn’t drink on the job.”

“No one’s here, and I can keep a secret.” You looked over to see Remy’s eyes glowing red, an energy surrounding two glasses and with a simple flick of his hand the glasses landed in front of him. You rolled your eyes before leaning over the bar and snapping in front of his face. A flame appeared, dancing between your fingers as Remy watched with curious eyes.

“We’ve all got secrets baby.” You smirked, not realizing how close his face was to yours.

“I’d love to learn yours.”

“I’m not that interesting.” You dismissed, the flame vanishing as you tried to move away, only for when Remy to catch your wrist.

“You’re beyond interesting ma chérie.”

“You probably tell all the girls that.”

“Maybe, but none of them are like you.” You hummed quietly, his words hit your ears, but you barely registered them. Remy’s face was too close to yours for you to think about anything else. His hand came to rest on the side of your face, thumb brushing over your cheek. You felt yourself smile, eyes falling downcast. You both didn’t move, and the music faded from your ears; the world just felt like you and Remy, in your shitty bar, breathing the same air. You know you could’ve kiss him, your lips were so close–

But you fleeting chance was gone as the door swung open. A few giggly teens stumbled in, and you could feel Remy sigh. His breath was laced with alcohol and it was bittersweet reminder of reality. You pushed away from the bar, feet planting on the ground as Remy glanced over to the group of kids. He could still kiss you, he wanted too, but he didn’t. “I should go belle.” He muttered, his voice somehow huskier than before. “Thank you, for this.” You said, waving the money in the air before shoving it into your cash register.

“Anything for you, ma chérie.” Remy reached across the bar, pressing another kiss to the back of your hand before turning to leave. You smiled softly, waving once again as he pushed open the door. Your eyes stayed trained on the door, unbeknownst to you it would be the last time Remy ever walked through them.

Leaving It Up To You

Originally posted by floralcrownjack

Summary: Months after your break up, you and Mark decided to meet at the diner the two of you first met at. With the idea of becoming close again, Mark may or may not have some hope that you’ll get back together… there’s only one problem. That problem was named Evan.

 Hey! So this is pretty short in comparison to what I normally write and I like it, it may need a little sequel but I’ll let you guys decide on that :) Also, I recommend that you guys listen to this lovely melody by George Ezra while reading!

Check out the masterlist is here :)

Tags: @kourt-kay @boots-jpg @bananakid42 @mtttme if you want to be on the tagged list,  just message me and it shall be done!



     The light breeze aided in cooling off the people in Los Angeles from their try-hard sun that always shined a bit more than needed. Mark made his way to the diner where the two of you first met- to say the least it was full of clumsy mistakes, apologies, and orange juice flying everywhere. It was quite literally a sweet meeting that made a lovely stain his memory- as well as on his shirt.

     You agreed to meet him there for brunch around eleven so the two of you could catch up. It had been five months since your break-up, something he didn’t want, but didn’t fight too hard against either. Careers are demanding and yours wanted you to move to another state for your promotion, so, begrudgingly,  the two of you decided to end your relationship. And since you’ve moved, he’s been told you’ve also moved on from him.

     The man was said to be another member in your department, yet slightly more successful- due to his parents’ fortune- and apparently he was quite charming according to his sources. Although to Mark, he sounded rather boring.

     Mark walked into the darling diner and sat down at what was deemed your table since the moment you had met. As always, he arrived early- even if he did stop to grab you flowers. Would that be considered trying to hard? Maybe. But, he had to give it a shot after all. Besides, to his benefit, he’d been told your new boyfriend was also rather annoying. And while Mark knew he could be too, he personally thought he was annoying in a cute way. He compared himself to a pestering kitten in that manner; impossibly adorable yet bothersome at times.

     You strolled in much later and waved sweetly as you came over to the table. You were delightfully surprised by the flowers and took them happily. It wasn’t long before the two of you began to talk as if nothing ever changed. There wasn’t any awkwardness that hanged onto words, not that he expected any, but it was good to see you were just as comfortable as he was. Thoughts of this reconnection being able to grow into something more invaded his mind; the idea that you two would be close again, holding each other, and being with one another was one that was simply to tempting to ignore.

      And goodness, your laugh only added to his daydream, how could anyone have such a beautiful laugh? Even with the stupidity in some of his jokes, you laughed nonetheless! Then, you even started to retort with own dorky jokes which made Mark’s heart light with joy. Everything was going wonderfully!

       Or at least, it was. At some point, your half wit of a boyfriend decided to rudely interrupt your moment together with a phone call. But being the gentleman Mark was, he said it was alright to take it. You looked apologetic yet went outside anyway to answer the call.

      The more he thought about this guy, the more Mark didn’t like him. Possibly because he was now yours, instead of himself, but his horrible manners had done nothing but make it worse. It was probably a good thing he didn’t come along or else Mark may have ended up harming your darling by now. He must have known you were out, so why would he call you? Or maybe, he knew exactly what was happening and decided on being a cheeky asshole to purposefully ruin the moment. Either way, it only piled onto his disdain for your current playmate.

     You came back as a sigh fell from your lips. Your boyfriend had apparently told you that you needed to come home now. Mark, to say the least, didn’t like this idea. You were obviously upset too, although you looked as though you’d give in to make things easier. “He just gets… impatient, y’know? It’s nothing, maybe he’s lonely or something, but I should probably go just in case.”

     Mark chewed his lip and stood up beside you, his courage summoned while a smirk made its way onto his expression, “Well… You don’t have to go,” he pointed out, “we were having a good time and if he really can’t handle you being away for an hour, then that’s his problem. Not yours.”

     You wanted to defend him, the problem was that you honestly couldn’t. Mark was right and this hadn’t been the first time something like this happened either. It was especially frustrating because he had the habit of making it a double standard, where he’d get upset if you called during a ‘guys night’. Because obviously, that made perfect sense. A new found rebellious spirit found its way into your heart, you nodded and sat back down, “You’re right! If he can have undisturbed fun when he goes out, then so can I.”

     Confidence boosted within Mark and he sat back down across from you, “Exactly! You go, chickadee!” He cheered on as his chuckle echoed out into the diner and his smile never left his lips. “Now, as you were saying…” The conversation flourished once again and Mark couldn’t help but throw in a few flirty, but playful, remarks. You surprised him by not only laughing at them but occasionally returning with some as well. And for a moment, it really did feel like old times.

    Eventually, he knew you’d depart from your new darling and his rude habits- even if he did have ‘charm’. The moment you did, Mark would be there for you.

     Whether the two of you got back together, well, he’d leave that up to you. But, he’ll try to sway you to the best of his abilities- which may or may not include sugary sweet romantic acts and silly pick-up lines. Clearly, they were truly the best  weapons in a romantic arsenal.

    However, until that time comes, Mark was more than content with these meetings. They, in addition to the thought of having you in his arms again, drove his determination.

    You were back in his life, and he wanted you back. Surely, somewhere in your heart, you must have wanted him too.

     Little did he know that during this lovely rendezvous, you’d been having the same tempting thoughts that he was.

Hope you all enjoyed and if you did, please give some feedback loves! <3 Also say whether or not you’d be interested in a tiny sequel or not!


i needed to draw Jonas. so here we go :p

Jonas is a guy who likes comics and games, and want to be a hero one day. He is also a kind, brave boy, who want to change the world to a better place, however. he don’t forgive easily and can easily get in fights.

he is at the same age as Noah and nick and met Noah by him apologizing to him, because he did something stupid. After some hard work, they both started to hang more together and got close like Noah is to Emily.

he is also the one who makes Noah in trouble sometimes, because he starts a fight with Andrew(the bully) when Noah gets bullied.

this character is most for @the-two-twins side blog

he’s design is also inspired by some musicals like “dear Evan Hansen” and “be more chill“ i really recommend them c:

angelwatchworld  asked:

What do your ships have the most in common?(some of mine have size difference,one either as blue,green or not normal eye color and one has long hair and the other has it short and is either blond or has black hair) most of my ships follow this pattern am I the only one 😅

Uh what an interesting question *-*

Uhmmm usually my ships have size difference too, this is something i really like about couples! Uh and i already said i SUPER love handsome demon x cute human! *-*
And i always prefer that the uhmmm seme? of the couple is kind of cool (or a dork who act like a cool guy ahah)

((I thought I’d mention, that I don’t always do my asks in order. I like to, but sometimes I can’t. If somebody asks something and I answer it and someone else sends an ask regarding that answer, I don’t want such a large gap between when the first ask was answered and the second one.))

((It’s kind of like story, and I’m sure you guys understand, but please please please don’t be upset if I don’t answer your question immediately. I’m just trying to make the blog as understandable as it can be.))

✨Thank you all for 100 followers!✨

It means so much to me that so many of you stuck around with me for so long! And I’d like to especially thank my mutuals for just having me around, liking/reblogging posts, sending kind messages whenever, and so much more! It’s the small things that really make my day and I am very thankful for each and every one of you! Even the people that I’ve only talked to once or we don’t talk as much anymore, thank you all for supporting me! I hope everyone has a good day and that your life is filled with many blessings! 💜💜💜

recommend checking out their stuff like fire, dope, not today and blood swear and tears, also their live performances are incredible) but what I saw was a humble, kind sweet group of guys from a foreign country where only one of the members speaks English and yet they thanked their fans for getting them there but then I think of Juliet and Andy who are not even there and yet they walk around like they are giant popsicle sticks up their butts and it is mind blowing the difference in the way they speak about people, their personalities and kindness to those that support them and got them to were they are at that moment. Andy and Juliet are nothing and yet they are so horrible to each other and to other people. I’ve put some links to a few songs and a live performance so that if anyone questions if Andy or Juliet are talented in anyway, they then see and what real talent these days looks like, and most of them don’t even speak English.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWENYAwPXPA  )live performance of both blood sweat and tears and fire at one of their award shows.


modern disney aesthetic
↳ aladdin


Producer Jeff Bhasker faced a daunting task several months ago. After having worked with Kanye West and winning Grammy Awards for producing Mark Ronson’s “Uptown Funk,” and Fun.’s 2012 album “Some Nights,” he had to decide whether to take on a new project: the debut solo album of One Direction member Harry Styles.

“I’d just had a baby, and I was kind of like, ‘Eh, I don’t know if I’ll jump into this,‘” Bhasker tells Variety. He agreed to have Styles come over to “just talk,” and proceeded to put him through the Bhasker home sniff test. “My dog tends to bite people, and he was kind of scoping Harry out,” Bhasker explains. Styles “did this move — like a little shoot the gun with his finger, and my dog walked over and started licking his finger. That’s when I was, like, ‘This guy has something special.'”

Once music came into the mix, Bhasker was sold. “He started playing references of what he wanted to do, which sounded like a cool rock band. I got it, and could see where if we pulled this off, it would be one of the coolest things ever. But he needed a buddy who plays guitar like he’s Keith Richards.” The insinuation being: Styles is the Mick Jagger in this scenario.

Adds Bhasker: “I’m so proud of the album itself, and also of Harry for being so brave, and committing 100%, and writing the kind of vulnerable lyrics that he wrote, and not pandering to what people thought he would do. People have no idea that this is what Harry Styles is like. Just like I didn’t know. He’s obviously very famous and beloved, but people don’t know the depths of what an amazing personality and artist he is.”

Variety spoke with Bhasker about the recording of “Harry Styles” ahead of the album’s May 12 release: 

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New Questions
  • 1. If someone were to paint your portrait, how would you like them to paint you? How would you pose, where would you be, what would you wear, etc?
  • 2. If you had to be surrounded by only three colors for the rest of time, what would they be?
  • 3. Do you prefer city lights, or stars?
  • 4. If your favorite place was a person, what would they be like?
  • 5. Do you think magic, in any form at all, exists? If so, what kind of form?
  • 6. What do you think is your most recognizable feature?
  • 7. Describe the outfit you truly want to wear. Anything, a spacesuit, an Elizabethan style gown, a cape made from spider silk, reality doesn't matter.
  • 8. What is the most romantic thing that's happened to you?
  • 9. What impossible thing do you wish was real?
  • 10. A monster has been terrifying your loved ones. They are safe, but scared. What do you do?
  • 11. Describe the image that comes into your head when you see the word "ethereal".
  • 12. What would someone have to do to earn your trust?
  • 13. What is your definition of love?
  • 14. Describe the first dream you remember having.
  • 15. What is the strangest thing you own? Is there a story behind it?
  • 16. What sort of things do you daydream about?
  • 17. What kind of adventure would you like to have?
  • 18. How exactly would you decorate your ideal room(s)? There are no limits to what you can do, you could pluck the stars out of the sky and put them on your wall if you so wished.
  • 19. You have an encounter with death himself. What is he like?
  • 20. What is a question you've always wanted to be asked? How would you answer that question?
Frost (a langst mini fic )

I don’t really know how to describe this AU besides the fact that lance has ice powers and its a bit short ( @moppingleshitoutofyou ) hope you guys like it!

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At first, Lance had thought they were beautiful. He wasn’t exactly sure when they got there or even how they got there, all he knew was that they were lovely.

 The first time he noticed them was when he was changing out of his pajamas and saw a sprinkle of blue gracing his stomach in the mirror. Amazed, he had glanced down and stare at the light blue freckles that dusted his stomach, like a sky full of stars. He remembered how they seemed to glint under the soft lighting in his room like jewels. 

He also remembered the pain that came soon afterwards. 

As soon as his fingertips touched the marks, they began to glow harshly and that was when the stinging began. It felt as if someone was stabbing him with a million thumbtacks, which was not a fun feeling. Yelping, Lance immediately stopped touching his stomach, dulling the sting of the marks. For a second Lance thought he was still asleep because when did freckles stab you? He was pretty sure that was not normal. 

“Paladins! You are needed in the control room, immediately! I repeat, you are needed in the control room immediately!” 

Sparing one last look at the blue marks on his skin, Lance quickly pushed away thoughts on the freckles and focused on the task at hand, getting his paladin gear on in two seconds. After all, it was just a little pain right? And it wasn’t like his hand was going to be on his stomach anyway, so what’s the problem?

It only took a week for the freckles to span across his entire abdomen. Which presented a problem as they team didn’t exactly have time to deal with the marks, especially with the big diplomatic mission they were embarking on soon. Not like the marks cared, they just seemed to cause more trouble. 

Ever since he first noticed them, there’s always been this dull sting in the back of his mind, just barely noticeable but always there. Not only that, Lance seemed to be… freezing things now? Of course he wasn’t turning anything to solid ice but if his hand lingered to long in a certain area, tendrils of frost would begin to dance across the surface (The first time that happened freaked him out just a tad). The freckles also began to glow more often, mostly at random times. He would just be chilling on the couch and BAM, his chest was now a light up display (yet another thing that freaked him out). 

The logical decision would be to tell the team, but how could he? Sure the diplomatic mission was a huge deal, but that wasn’t the only reason Lance wasn’t coming clean about the strange things that were happening. This was his chance to prove his worth to his team, that he was more than just Lance-the-jokester or Lance-the-screwup. That he was worthy of being the Blue Paladin and of Blue herself. 

He could live with a little pain and some weird ice magic if it meant he finally had a thing.  

It took a matter of days before the freckles spread to his arms, stopping a few inches short of his wrists. They were currently on the planet Eyena, a relatively peaceful planet that were known for their mines and the valuable ores within them. Lance couldn’t mess up this meeting, this alliance with a species that could help the team immensely. He wasn’t that selfish. 

It wasn’t like the marks would listen to him though. The pain only worsened and suddenly everything he touched with his hands froze. He was forced to wear gloves constantly to hide the power he now had, the delicate loops of blue that now covered them. The pain was constant and even Blue began to worry at this point. However, Lance put up his brave face and pushed through it all, the pain, the ache, the emptiness…

It felt like only hours before Lance could feel the chill of ice spreading across his body, practically crawling up his throat. There was a ringing in his ears now and he somehow managed to freeze the gloves he wore as well. The only good thing was that the meetings were almost over and soon Lance could be back on the castle, away from prying eyes to finally fix whatever was happening. 

Until then, he nodded along with whatever one of the Eyenians were saying, playing his part as the Blue Paladin and knowing he was slowly, finally becoming worthy of actually being the Blue Paladin. 

How minutes had flown by? Lance couldn’t recall what had happened in the past few moments, as he was now in his room back at the castle. It had only been a few minutes right? Lance could feel his breath quickening as he glanced wildly around, how did he get here in just a few minutes? The room seemed to grow colder with each sharp intake he took, the bed beginning to freeze beneath him. Had it been more than just a few minutes? The ringing was now a roaring storm in his ears. It couldn’t have been than just a few? Lance could feel his hands shaking, the marks glowing a bright blue as the ice spread farther, faster around the room. It had been just a few minutes. Maybe two or three? Lance felt like tearing his hair out, he felt so confused at the moment, so out of place, out of time. 

Was it only seconds now? How many seconds had flown by? He knew his room wasn’t always this cold and shiny, and it certainly hadn’t been a second ago. The marks burned harshly, and was that someone calling his name? It couldn’t have been. Because only a second ago he had been fine, he is fine, is he fine?

I fall in love too much. Too easily. Just like that. The boy on the subway, flipping fingers through a copy of some Shakespeare drama or the one in tight kaki pants who covers my coffee when I leave my wallet at home. The tallest guy in the office who talks about sports in the break room as I nod along. I fall in love with what they might be. Could be. The kind that slips his hand into my back pocket or calls me by my last name. Who’s stricken every time I enter the room. Astonished. I fall in love like this. With strangers and possibilities. With abandon, stupidity. With hope. I fall in love too much. Too easily. But maybe you do, too. Maybe we all do.
—  yourhandwrittenletter