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100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 3

And we did it again, amigos! 

  1. “My sock is missing.”
  2. “I must say it can be rather therapeutic”
  3. “Shit, they spotted us. Quick, put your Obama mask on.”
  4. “You raided my village, killed my parents and slaughtered tens of innocent people. I was able to forgive you for all of that-tell myself it was in your nature. But then you did something heinous. Something beyond all possible hope of redemption. You killed my dog.”
  5. “What do you mean you accidentally assassinated the Pope!?”
  6. “I would love to give a fuck about you but sadly my last one went off to war and never returned”
  7. “If you think I’ll stop my quest for world domination for a bag of cookies, you are,,, right… Now, gimme that!”
  8. “What are you doing with that rubber duckie toy– OH DEAR GOD LORD HAVE MERCY”
  9. “I’m more afraid of myself than you.”
  10. “I already told you, there’s nothing we can do about the fights. We COULD if you stopped spoiling shows and books to everyone.”
  11. “You, my friend, are the most unnecessary when it comes to your excessively sassy attitude.”
  12. “I love you.” “…..What? OH APRIL FOOLS.”
  13. “What is this, a concert for ants???”
  14. “I made it! I’m in the list! This is being a great day since I remembered it’s a Thursday, not a Monday!”
  15. “It’s not that I don’t believe you. It’s just that, well, I’ve got a sink full of dishes and a cat to wash.”
  16. “When you said i had pretty eyes i thought you were complimenting me,not trying to buy them!”
  17. “The wolves eat tonight.”
  18. “Gee, thanks for nearly killing me because of ____!” “Listen up here, are you dead? You’d better be greateful you’re still alive tou little shit.”
  19. "When you said you could fly, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
  20. “Sarah, I love you and all but hOW ON EARTH DO YOU KEEP SENDING OUR PETS TO SPACE?!”
  21. “Look, just because you kidnapped me doesn’t mean I’m going to marry you.”
  22. “How in God’s name did you even get up there?!”
  23. “I think I misplaced my right hand”
  24. “I did it! I got into university!” “That’s great! What course?” “Uh… Would it be a bad thing if I told you that… Dark magic and villainy?”
  25. “Well, it just so happens that I have been a homeless man for three years now. That must mean I’m the chosen one!”
  26. “Have your eyes always been that colour?”
  27. “I’m going to fight the sun!”
  28. “You can’t just run around punching people you don’t like, ____!”
  29. “I’m not into that kinda thing.”
  30. “Dude why did you eat all that cake on your own?”
  31. “I just wanted to know if we could use a plastic knife”
  32. “Uhhhh, guys? Don’t hate me, but I think I just released Satan”
  33. “Well, fine… Just wait a little bit before you do something stupid.” “…”
  34. “What do you mean there’s no bacon flavored ice cream!?”
  35. “What do you mean you’re my sister? I don’t have a sister!”
  36. “Why the hell do we need a duck to hunt Bigfoot?”
  37. “Oh, so you can do pink explosions too”
  38. “This isn’t my kitchen, is it?”
  39. “Ohhh, so THAT’S what you meant by ‘shooting starts’.”
  40. “ACHOO” “bless you” “Thank you, wait a minute I live alone”
  41. “Put my creepy cat in a different room? Don’t be silly! I don’t even have a cat!”
  42. “Katie, please stop shooting me with tranquilizer darts.”
  43. “Why did you think it was a good idea to only bring a potato to this heist?”
  44. “Okay, we make this promise now - nobody look at that fucking goat ever again.”
  45. “Sarah, why is the cat naked?”
  46. “Wait. You’re aroused?”
  47. “Why would that surprise you?”
  48. “It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
  49. “okay so let me get this straight, you’re not actually my long lost twin…” “yes.” “…because you’re me from another dimension” “…yes.”
  50. “I’m sorry, but did that thing just talk?”
  51. “I thought we promised to never speak of that incident again!”
  52. "Sweetheart”“Yes dear”“Some of your morally challenged friends are trying to kidnap me again.”“And?”“And!?”“You’re a big girl, you can take care of yourself.”“Of course I can, but the gesture would have been nice!”
  53. “how many epilepsy pills can you take before you overdose?” “Just one or two.” “I’m gonna have to call you back.”
  54. “…I was GOING to ask why there’s a pink goo all over the kitchen floor but I think that can wait whilst I ask what the FUCK IS GOING ON?”
  55. “For the last time, can you stop calling that thing 'human’”
  56. “Okay, that is a seriously dodgy looking hat-are you certain you’re right about this?”
  57. “Really Darling, you can stop trying to scream, we’ve already espablished that no one cares and it’s giving you unflattering lines on your forehead.”
  58. “_______, why am I on the ceiling?”
  59. “What the heck happened while I was at the store?
  60. "What the actual fuck!” “I did warn-” “Yes I know you said you were crazy, but this…. This is…” “Just another Tuesday. Oh we’re late for tea!” “With who?!” “With the Queen of course, who else?”
  61. “Despreate times call for cows.”
  62. “Did you burn the last piece of toast again?”
  63. “You didn’t TELL me there’d be free food!”
  64. “Did Jesus really die for this bullshit?”
  65. “Do you want the apocalypse?!! Because that’s how you get the apocalypse!!!”
  66. “Goddamit, I’m dead again aren’t I? How the hell did I do it this time?”
  67. “Dude, no.”
  68. “I may be a horrible person, but at least I am an honest one.”
  69. “I told you, I dress to kill, now fetch me my fancy stilettos, mama’s gonna slay tonight!”
  70. “I left the room for 3 minutes and you really want to tell me you started a war with every single planet?” “Well, I told you 3 months ago to not leave me alone.” “And I told you I have to use the bathroom 3 months ago!”
  71. “Wow, only took 3 minutes to destroy the world.” “Let’s see if I can do it in 2!”
  72. “So… Wh-Why- How did you flush the duck down the toilet?”
  73. “dude. i liked that carpet. do you know how hard it is to wash bloodstains out of carpets.”
  74. “Don’t worry, it’s much worse than it looks.”
  75. “What are you doing ___?” “I’m camping.” “No you’re beside tree with a blank-” “CAMPING”
  76. “WHAT THE FUCK IS A DUCKPOTATO”
  77. “PUT THE PUPPY DOWN AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!”
  78. “PLEASE DON’T HANG UP! YOU AND YOUR FAMILY ARE IN DANGER!”
  79. “What the hell kind of scream was that? And how did you make it?! ”
  80. “Hey, uhm… Hate to interrupt your conversation, but why the fuck is there a giraffe on the soup aisle”
  81. “You mean to tell me that somebody decided it was a good idea to cross plums and apricots, but nobody can figure out why my cat has RABBIT ears?”
  82. “Sorry but um… why is there a fox and a bear singing Ooh la la by Britney Spears on the balcony? And where is my chicken, Pudding?!”
  83. “Where did you get LIGHT-UP COMBAT BOOTS? THEY CHANGE COLOR?!”
  84. “So you’re telling me there was a genie trapped in that can of soup? And you accidentally ATE THE GENIE?!”
  85. “Listen…don’t take this the wrong way, but…I love the OTHER you better.”
  86. “Tell me why,  exactly, did you need the rubber chicken? ”
  87. “Look, I’m not a liar, alright?  And I ain’t overdramatic or hyperbolic or whatever else you wanna call me.  So when I say I would sell my soul for a pancake right now, I mean I will literally sell my soul for a pancake right now.  And maybe a million dollars.”
  88. “Wait a second, you’re telling me that….. YOU’VE BEEN DATING SATAN BEHIND MY BACK FOR FOUR WHOLE YEARS?!!!”
  89. “Well dad did say he would be gone for five days…what the hell? Let’s go to the corner store!”
  90. “Why did you buy 74 melons?!”
  91. “Where’s the toaster?” “It’s in the kitchen… Why do you have a fork?” “K, thanks.”
  92. “Death, out of all the things in this world, why are so afraid of ____?”
  93. “This floor is like my life; Cold and Hard.”
  94. “So you’re telling me that I am the only thing that is preventing a Third World War, right?” “Yeah, pretty much.”
  95. “I don’t know your name and you don’t know mine but I promise it will turn out okay.”
  96. “Little did you know, they were slowly turning into werewolves.”
  97. “Umm… I may have possibly accidentally blown up another planet”
  98. “I told you not to do that… now look, you’ve lost your hand!”
  99. “Every time you speak I literally die a little”
  100. “One baby soul please, Adult souls give me gas!”

“I need you, yes you (you should feel targeted), to come up with a new dialogue prompt for part 4 and leave it in the comments below. It’s fun and the first 100 replies will make the next list. As always, one prompt per amigo and don’t forget the doubles quotes “”. Pantoffel” (Click here for part 1 and here for part 2)

my sister recorded hoseok giving me a hand heart kiss (i was 2 distracted by this literal angel to even try to record it) and let me tell u he shines a million times brighter in real life and will save ur life by just looking into ur eyes i was a broken down mess after this i have waited 10000000 years

anonymous asked:

any and all klance headcanons please?

ahhh here are a few,, 

  • ok remember that time lance tried to communicate an entire attack strategy with grunts and hand motions? and keith hardly understood? 
    • they eventually learn to work so well together that they develop a kind of way to communicate with no words,, literally just eye contact and some hand movement
    • it confuses everyone else to no end but somehow it makes sense to them 
    • pidge is convinced they have some sort of psychic connection and hooks them up to monitors 
    • pidge: *reads keith’s mind*
      keith’s mind: lance is so cute i hate him so much oh my god i think i’m in love with him his hair is so choppy but it’s beautiful why does he do that thing with his mouth i want to go to the ocean with him he’s so pretty though i love him i hate him so much…
      pidge: what the fucK
  • keith runs off to do something and lance watches him go until he’s out of sight and then turns to hunk and pidge and is like “quick question, does keith talk about me when i’m not in the room?” 
    • pidge: UM aCTUAlly… 
  • inspired by this lovely art: lance is constantly interrupted in the middle of his facial routine, so he’s always coming out of his room with a green mask on and his slippers and a towel wrapped around his head to listen to a debrief
    • one day allura calls them all in and lance emerges with his face mask and slippers and towel and no one blinks an eye
    •  but then… keith shows up right behind him, with a green mask to match and slippers to match and his hair half braided and they’re all like ??? what were you guys up to ???
    • lance quirks an eyebrow, leans over to peel the remaining cucumber off keith’s eyeball, and says “isn’t it obvious? i’m giving keith a spa day”
  • lance spends an an atrocious amount of time wandering an alien supermarket for something to get keith for their one week anniversary bc he’s extra like that (he finds these matching rings that look like they have a galaxy swirling around the inside and keith won’t take his off) 
  • sometimes he finds strange alien flowers and makes a bouquet of them and shoves it ungracefully into keith’s face
    • keith is actually flattered and keeps them by his bedside but it turns out he’s allergic because he ends up with a rash
    • lance dotes over him for the next few days 
  • keith somehow always manages to find the weirdest, most bizarre artifacts and ALWAYS gives them to lance as a show of affection
    • lance: um, keith, babe? what is this? 
    • keith, poking at a glowing blue sphere, lips pouted: um… i actually don’t know. but it was pretty so i thought you should have it 
    • lance, swooning: i love you it
    • it hatches a week later in lance’s room. lance ends up barging into keith’s room with a small alien lizard screaming “WE HAVE A SON, KEITH!!! A SON!!!11!! I’M NOT READY TO BE A FATHER BUT LOOK AT HOW CUTE HE IS” 
  • once they figure out how to swim in the upside-down pool they sneak out of their rooms at 3 in the morning and go swimming together 
  • i’m going to stop here because i always go on too long omg,, thank you

anonymous asked:

Idk why I thought this but I have to know, out of naruto, who do you think are the most savage? Who are the straight savages in their respectable arena like, I gotta know. Who gives no fucks?

LMAOOO damn this is funny

Madara is obviously a straight savage. Savage since he was first introduced in the show holy shit. Came out of his edo tensei coffin like a savage too he didn’t even wait for the shit to open he blew the door off like who tf does that like been dead for yearsssss and he comes back just as salty, just as savage. Dropped not one but TWO meteors on all these shinobi he just fucked their shit up. Broke the edo tensei release at the last second just to come back down and beat ass. His entire fight vs the 5 Kage was just one savage L like every damn thing he said and did was savage. Roasted them the entire time too. So disrespectful. Let himself get stabbed straight through the damn bicep like a straight savage. Had his eyes closed 40% of the time he was fighting Naruto Sasuke Sai the bijuu like everyone and their momma like damn. I’m gonna say he’s the #1 savage. Everything he does is savage

Ay is a savage like you see the way he beat Sasuke’s ass that one time holllly shit no mercy Sasuke thought he had him with that Amaterasu and Ay went SIKE

Tobirama’s definitely a savage. Top tier savage. All he had to do was lift one finger and had everyone losing their shit. Came one finger close to ending Sasuke’s life. Sassed the shit out of the Sage of Six Paths like who does that. All around straight savage, too real, realest Kage to ever live. Takes no shit from anyone ever. All the while looking spiffy as fuck with the fur collar. Damn. What a classy savage

I knew Itachi was a savage the minute he roasted the shit out of Orochimaru and beat his ass at the same time. Trying to steal Itachi’s body and shit??? Orochimaru doesn’t learn. That entire final fight with Sasuke I just couldn’t believe Itachi throwing this boy around and shit like actually grabbing him and THROWING him like it was nbd. Also, when he and Sasuke fought Kabuto. And Kabuto wouldn’t stop talking. And Itachi was basically like “Stop talking. You die here.” i WAS LIKE OH HE BOUT TO DO IT OHOHO MYGOD

Gai is honestly a savage. How disrespectful he gotta be to forget Kisame EVERY DAMN TIME THEY MEET. Mainly, opening the eighth gate OOOOOOOO. Soon as those eyebrows lit up I knew some savage shit was about to go down he went the fuck in. Did not hesitate to fuck shit up

Hashirama may not be a textbook savage but there are times he’s raw af. That time he overrided Tobirama’s savageness with his own savageneess to make double the savage. Anytime he goes into sage mode. How is it not savage to summon that big wooden 1000 hands shit like, basically to bitch slap the shit out of people 1000 times like 1000 backhands boy wtf

Neji was pretty much the OG savage I can’t believe how much savagery he passed around in the Chuunin exams he was really out here trying to end lives 

Channing Tatum bonded with Adam Driver over Star Wars

Channing Tatum and Adam Driver bonded over “too many bottles of wine” and ‘Star Wars’.


The pair play siblings in upcoming heist movie 'Logan Lucky’, but as they’d never met before, the 37-year-old actor invited his co-star - who plays Kylo Ren in 'Star Wars: The Force Awakens’ - to his house, and they had a much longer evening than he’d planned.


Speaking to Empire magazine, Channing recalled: “The first night I met the guy, he came over and we ended up hanging out until 2am.


"We drank too many bottles of wine and just bulls***ted. It was an all-night conversation about Kylo Ren. He only wanted to talk about 'Star Wars’ … No, I’m kidding.


"Though he will bring it up occasionally and then say, 'Oh, I thought you were asking about Kylo Ren.’ He’s really good at making fun of himself.”


The two actors - who are joined in the film by Daniel Craig and Riley Keough - had a “glorious” time working on the film.


Channing said: “I ate pizza and drank beer and was pretty much as comfortable as I could possibly be. I’ve always said I needed to become a better actor so I don’t have to work out so much.”


Adam, 33, added: “I usually equate making films with torture, self-doubt and anxiety but we had such a good time.”


In the movie, Adam’s character - bar owner Clyde Logan - has lost a hand in an accident, and that presented some challenges for the actor.


Director Steven Soderburgh said: “I think Adam’s someone who likes having something to learn. He really enjoyed figuring out how to play scenes with a prosthetic arm, or essentially no arm at all.”


Adam added: “I literally tied my hand behind my back and tried to figure out how to make a martini. But when I got on set, the countertop was two feet higher than the one I’d practiced on at home. It was anxiety-producing.”

One Week (Connor Murphy x Reader)

TW: EVEN SMUTTIER THAN THE LAST ONE, swearing, a whole lot of innuendos

Words: 1,700 ish

Disclaimer: I may edit this a tiny bit more in the future. But enjoy, kiddos!


“Oh here they come,” Alanna groaned to the rest of your friends, spotting you and Connor walking towards the lunch table. 
“Wow, and a whole new gallery of hickeys to go along with it!” Jared nodded towards the faint purple bruises on Connor’s neck. 
“Ugh, seriously, can we stop talking about this? He’s my brother. The last thing I want to think about is him… doing it,” Zoe basically cringed at her last words. She folded up her half eaten sandwich, clearly having a loss of appetite.

You and Connor sat down, smiling. Your boyfriend slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.
“What were you guys talking about?” You asked curiously. 
“Oh, just how you and Connor can’t keep it in your goddamn pants,” Jared snorted casually.

“I mean, I’ve never heard Y/N complain-“

Zoe groaned. “Okay, that’s all I can take. Come on, Evan, let’s go eat outside,” she stood up and the blue boy followed. His ears were pink just from listening to the conversation.

“See? Even tree-nut over there can’t be around you two,” Jared remarked.

“What the hell do you mean, Kleinman?” Connor rolled his eyes. 
“I MEAN that we all know how much you guys fuck. My god, look at you; your neck could be a Picasso sunrise!” Jared laughed in between his words. Connor’s hand shot up to his neck immediately, in attempt to hide them.

“Every time we get together, you guys always leave early to have sex,” Alanna pointed out, taking a bite of a baby carrot.

“Do not! When was the last time we did that?” You looked at Alanna with disbelief.

“Literally last week we watched Schindler’s List at my house, and you sucked Connor off in the bathroom,” Alanna stated.

Your face turned bright red. Connor’s ears changed colour like a chameleon to match.

“Who the fuck gets turned on by dead Jews? You guys are messed up,” Jared joked.

You rolled your head back and groaned. “Ugh, you guys are exaggerating! We don’t do it that often.”

Alanna and Jared bounced back and forth.

“Last week. Schindler’s List.”
“Week before that, we went to the arcade. You guys left and had sex at Y/N’s house.”

“Week before that, we all went out to eat and you guys dashed before dessert came.”

“Ok, ok! I get it. We have a lot of sex. But what’s wrong with that?” Connor let out an annoyed sigh.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, scientifically speaking, but it’s just… annoying,” Alanna concluded.

“Yeah, I bet you two couldn’t go a week without having sex.” Jared took a sip of his juice box, giving you both a judgemental glare above the rim of his glasses.

“You’re on,” you shook his hand. Connor choked on his own spit, eyes growing wide.

“Wait, babe, are you sure-”

“Quitting already, Murphy?” Jared spoke as he reached out his hands to shake yours.

Connor gulped, looking between the two of you. “Ok. Fine,” he finally sighed.

Alanna checked her watch, “ok, so this time in exactly a week, you guys cannot have ANY sexual intercourse. That includes anything in sexual nature.”

You nodded with a confident smirk on your face.

Two days have already passed, and it’s been a lot harder than you thought. You have been so used to having little quickies and long nights with Connor, that you felt… frustrated. It was almost as if your nerves were just asking to be trampled on. Even worse, Connor was getting antsy.

You were at his house, in an attempt to study. But he couldn’t sit still. He was full of energy and in a pissed off mood.

“Connor, just come sit down,” you pinched the bridge of your nose with your fingers.

“I can’t fucking sit down. I can’t just sit, I-I need something,” he ran his hand through his long hair, pulling at the roots.

Connor had quit smoking after you two started having sex. When he smoked weed, he felt a release of stress. Then when he became intimate with you, he didn’t need that other outlet. Of course, you were over-the-moon when he told you that he had stopped smoking. And the sex wasn’t too bad either. You stood up from his bed, walking over to him and placed your hand on his arm.

“Look, I get that this is all a shitty bet made by Kleinman, but we have to prove to ourselves that this relationship is more than just sex,” you gave him an endearing look, searching his eyes.

Connor dropped his hands to his sides, nodding. “Yeah. You’re right,” he sighed softly.

The two of you were laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Do you remember that time, we were on a date, and you laughed so hard that soda came out of your nose?” Connor teases with a grin.

“Oh don’t remind me,” you giggled.

“I think that’s when I fell in love with you. I mean, who wouldn’t want a girl who has Dr.Pepper for snot?” He tickled your side softly.

“Ok, seriously, shut up. Remember the time you peed yourself in second grade? Yeah, don’t start shit, Murphy.” You jokingly growled back with a laugh.

The two of you continued to joke and share the odd memory or two. You reminisced on embarrassing moments, your firsts, and plans for the future. It had been so long since you two had just sat down spoke to each other. It felt… nice.

Connor must have been thinking the same thing, because when you looked to your right, he was looking right at you. There was something in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a very long time. It was the look of genuine care and love. His pupils were enlarged and his eyebrows were relaxed. His mind looked like it was put at ease with something other than physical pleasure.

As much as you hated to admit it, Jared might have actually done something useful.

-

Time wore on and your patience grew both thick and thin. A week without sex was a week full of love and frustration. You and Connor took the extra time you had to get to know each other. But your time alone was the most frustrating. 3 days into the week, he had tried to sext you. Sending you teasing messages and pictures of himself that were not-safe-for-work. By the fourth day, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. When you sat near each other, his hand would run up your leg and be hiked dangerously north. By the fifth day, Connor’s eyes were glued to your neck. He stared at the skin that resembled a blank canvas. He wanted to litter it with bruises created by his lips. He wanted to make sure that everyone knew you were his. And by the sixth day, you couldn’t take it anymore.

-

Connor growled as he shoved you into his room, slamming the door closed. You attacked his lips, pressing so hard that he almost lost balance. Connor yanked your jacket off of your arms, throwing it on the floor. The zipper hit the floor, making a loud noise. But you didn’t care. Every sensation that wasn’t caused by Connor – faded into white noise.

He quickly grabbed your thighs, throwing you onto his double bed. He tucked his head in your neck, biting and finally creating a piece of art that couldn’t be graded. His hands quickly moved under your shirt, grabbing onto your breasts roughly.

“God, I fucking missed these,” he breathed out messily.

“Connor, w-what about your parents? W-What about Zoe?” you whispered in between hot breaths.

His hands grabbed your thighs and pulled them apart roughly, slipping his torso between them. “At work. I don’t fucking care about Zoe,” he grumbled against your skin.

You tipped your head backwards, letting your boyfriend catch up on all the missed time. Every tick, emotion, or outlet he needed was now all in for your pleasure. His anger built up from the week is pushed onto his muscles: carrying out the pleasure that he dedicates to you.

Connor sat on his knees. Stripping off his shirt, he presented the pale torso that you know all-too-well. You placed your hand on the line of hair beneath his belly button. You wanted to admire his beauty, but Connor had other plans. He attached his lips to yours and the two of you continued to remove your clothes, throwing them to the side of his bedroom.

His kisses trailed down your bare body. His movements resembled a waterfall, graceful and with a plan. He got dangerously close to where you wanted him the most. Slipping under the covers, he threw your legs onto his shoulders, burying his face in your thighs. He kissed up them, his nose nuzzling into the soft skin.

“I’m so lucky. So goddamn lucky,” he murmured.

You sucked in your breath, leaning onto your elbows as you watched his every move.

Connor kissed up your legs, and placed a soft kiss to your core. You hissed in delight, mouth hanging agape. Connor licked a single stride, smirking as you squirmed beneath his touch. He alternated between his tongue and fingertips, making sure to give you his undivided attention.

“You’re such a pretty girl, so so pretty,” he murmured against your heat.

You grabbed onto his locks, throwing your head back with your eyes closed. You could feel him humming the tune to your favourite song. You felt so close to the brim and then he pulled away.

Whining, you looked at him. Usually, he would give you 2-3 orgasms a night. But he was too eager to finish what he started. Throwing open his bedside drawer, he reached for a condom and slipped it on.

“Ride me,” he spoke quickly. You nodded and straddled him. You slipped him into you and rested your forehead against his.

-

Zoe walked through the front door of her house. Her mom and dad were at work, but had texted her to ask Connor what he wanted for dinner. Running upstairs, she was already dialing the number to her favourite pizza place.

She swung his bedroom door open, “Hey Connor, what do you want for- OH DEAR GOD.”

Dating Hoseok

Rated R

Day time Hoseok

Dating Hoseok would include:

  • A lot of photos of you two and being goals af 
  • Cute dates and fancy dates even really late night dates
  • Him teaching you how to dance step by step 
  • Him spoiling you with a lot of cute stuff
  • Laughing so much you are practically in tears 
  • Him being your greatest motivator 
  • A lot of PDA he doesn’t care who sees he just wants to show you home much you mean to him
  • He will literally screenshot and replay any snapchat picture you send him of you and will go on how beautiful and lucky he is to have you

Night time Hoseok

Fucking Hoseok would include:

  • Him fingering you under the table when you guys are in a public place
  • Calling him your daddy as he wraps his hand around your neck
  • You being on top of him because he just loves the sight of you bouncing on his dick
  • Him teasing you to get you to beg for him  to fuck you
  • “Fuck I miss your mouth around my dick” He’d say when he’s away calling you
  • Him loving your thighs so much especially when he leaves marks on them 
  • Having sex in the dance practice room often 
  • Intense grinding 
For You{4}[Jeff Atkins]

Request: Can i request a Jeff Atkins imagine where hes like a badboy but when Y/N is the new girl at Liberty and Clay takes her under his wing, Jeff feels the need to protect her and be good for her? And then at a party he sees Monty and Y/N flirting so he gets wasted and Y/N ends up taking him to her house and taking care of him and he drunkenly confesses his softy feelings for her?

Pairing:bad boy!Jeff Atkins x fem!reader

A/N:This kinda sucks but here it is anyway!-M

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Originally posted by wkom

“Jeff… "She said once more and sighed deeply. When she saw that he just wouldn’t stop,she started shaking her head and finally, his hands removed from her hair.

"Ah,don’t do this,you’ll get dizzy!”

She ignored his comment and continued walking, faster and faster every time he spoke.She felt really uncomfortable listening to him compliment her.She needed him to shut up so that she could think straight.

“Your hair is soft.I like your hair.”

“Jeff,stop it…” She said in a serious tone.He just rolled his eyes and smiled widely,like he had achieved his goal to irritate her.

Why was he like that?Bipolar disorder?No,just too much liquor.Right?

“We’re almost at my house.Where’s yours though? "She asked and suddenly, he overdramatically put his right hand on his forehead and fell on her.She used all her strength and somehow managed to lift him up.He put his arm around her shoulders and he seemed like he couldn’t walk properly.

"What?” She almost yelled but he put his index finger on her lips,hushing her.

“Oh no,i don’t feel very well…Can i stay at your place tonight?”

“Whoa wait…”She said and tried to push him away but he was too strong and didn’t seem to move an inch.She  sighed loudly and put her hands on his waist,holding him tightly.

She let him come with her without even asking for the location of his own home.He was such a fucking distraction.She was so busy thinking of what she would answer,if he asked her about what happened at the party that she didn’t even mind him basically walking her home.All the anger had strangely faded away and she even laughed a few times at his stupid,intoxicated,loud thoughts.

“Have you noticed that i eventually go along with whatever you want tonight?I’ve lowered my standards and that’s bad.”She confessed and snorted at he thought that he had such an effect on her.It was just so funny.

“So is that an okay or what?“He asked and after hesitating for a moment,she nodded.

“I guess you won’t tell me where you live so i can take you there.And i guess i can’t leave you alone either.“

“You guess right babygirl…”He whispered in her ear and smirked.Y/N felt shivers running down her spine.What was wrong with her?She was supposed to slap him for everything he told and did to her those past couple of days and then walk away.But that wasn’t one of her options and she couldn’t tell why.

After a couple minutes of dead silence,they finally arrived at Y/N’s.

“Can you stand?”She asked and giving her an adorab-stupid smile,he removed his arm from her and indeed stood on his own two feet like there wasn’t anything wrong with him physically.

“Yes, as you can see!”He said and she shook her head.He was playing with her.Of course,she knew that he was pretending but the worst part was that he was having the time of his life.He was enjoying it so much.

She took the keys out of the pocket of her dress and unlocked the door.Thank goodness her parents were gone for the weekend.

“Oh my!This place is so cool!”Jeff exclaimed as he walked in.He literally jumped on the couch then lay there,his hands resting on his forehead.

“Yeah,sure,right…”She seemed to be thinking of something else so she wasn’t paying much attention to him.More than to what was gonna happen from that point and on.

“Y/N i need to tell you something…”He almost shouted when he saw the girl getting upstairs.She stopped moving and turned to him,giving him a questionable look.

“I’m just gonna bring you a blan-”

“It can wait.”He retorted and she frowned.What was so important?Probably on of his stupid comments again,she thought and rolled her eyes.

He sounded serious and honest though.Like something serious had happened.Y/N slowly walked towards him and getting up,he made space for her to sit beside him.

“What is it this time?”She asked,not looking at him.She felt exausted all of a sudden.She didn’t wanna think anymore.It was tiring.

“You’re probably gonna laugh at me but honestly,at this point i don’t care…”He said and put his hands on her thigh.Okay,what was happening?One moment he was all acting strange,the other all serious.Weirdly, sober serious.

The place his hand touched started burning.Damn you Jeff Atkins.Damn you…

“Doubt it,only if it’s some kind of anecdote…”She turned her gaze at him and took a moment to acknowledge his beautiful features;Fuck,he was handsome.

“Hey,listen…”He almost whispered as he removed some hair from her face,putting them behind her ear.

Oh,o-okay…”She breathed.

“You know i like you right?You don’t think i punched Motty because i hate you?I know i said some hurtful things to you and i wish i could take them back.But every time i saw you in the hall with Jensen,i couldn’t help but feel jealous that he was hanging out with you instead of me.And earlier,i felt the need to protect you from that asshole because i know he isn’t the guy you all think he is.”

As he talked,she felt more and more confused.He felt jealous?He wanted to protect her?Where did all these feelings come from?Hell,did he just say he liked her?No,she must have misheard.

“I didn’t mean to say those things to you.I-i just expressed my interest in you in the worst fucking way possible.I don’t hate you Y/N.I like you,so much.I want to get to know you better.I am so attracted to you and believe me, i am hardly holding back so as to not kiss you right now…”

His face was inches away from hers,their foreheads were touching.Y/N could smell his intoxicating breath,a mix of alcohol and ment.Her breath hitched in her throat.That was so wrong.He was just drunk,he didn’t know what he was saying,right?

“Jeff,you need to rest..”Was all that she could say as she gently put her hands on his chest, pushing him back;he was way too close.He bit the inside of his cheek,then ran a hand through his hair.

“So that’s all you have to say after all this?That i need to rest?Y/N,don’t you see it?I am so in love with you,yet you don’t even say anything about it!”

Y/N angrily stood up and started pacing back and forth.

“What do you want me to say?That i like you back?Is that what you wanna hear?Even if i did i would never admit it because boys like you use girls for their own benefit!I am not willing to be one of those girls Jeff,okay?All i want is for this  misunderstanding to end at this very moment.I forgive you for what you did but please,don’t make this more complicated than it already is.Just,leave it.I’m sure that tomorrow,everything you did and what we said tonight will just be a blur to you.So let’s just end this here,please…“

She finished her small speech and with tears in her eyes, she didn’t even notice Jeff getting up and heading towards her.

“I don’t do these things Y/N,you have it all wrong-”

He tried to touch her hand but she took a step back,shaking her head.

“It doesn’t matter, Jeff.You are drunk and you can’t control the words coming out of your mouth.I’m sure you don’t even mean everything you’ve told me tonight.So just lay on the couch,i’ll bring you a pillow and a blanket and then you can sleep.And when you wake up in the morning,please go before i come down.Don’t want you shouting at me for ‘seducing’ you to come to my home.”

She wiped away some tears covering her face and biting her lip,she turned around and hesitantly climbing the stairs,she slowly disappeared from his sight.

He decided to let her go.He thought she needed time to maybe think.Besides,she’d come down anyway.While sitting down in silence,his head spinning, he managed to come to a single conclusion;he wasn’t gonna give up so easily.

Wait

Originally posted by wkom


Jeff Atkins x Reader
Request: Could you do jeff x reader where they’ve been best friends since they were kids but she’s dating Monty and jeff hates him but doesn’t wanna let her know, so they kinda drifted slightly, then something happens n Monty and her break up and jeff kisses her in the heat of the moment at a party in the middle of everyone
Word Count: 2,023
A/N: Not even going to lie, spent all day on this one! I’m really trying my hardest to get an imagine out a day and it’s so much work lol. Hopefully this is a good one, I have a few other requests I’m going to be working on so if you’ve requested something hang tight please! I’m trying my hardest to get everything out. Sorry for any mistakes, I literally had to retype this like five times. I hope you all like this one, enjoy! :)
Warnings: None
Italics = You, Bold = Jeff, Italicized Bold = Monty

           You and your boyfriend, Montgomery De La Cruz, walked down the Liberty High hallway hand in hand. To you, it was a perfect relationship. You’d always thought that both of you complimented each other perfectly, and frankly you knew you had changed him. Despite what others said about Monty, he was different. Sure, he had slight anger issues, but he could control them. The biggest thing he had learned during your relationship was self control and you were so proud of him. Both of you stopped when you reached your locker, you’d let Monty push you up against the metal and lean in for a deep, passionate kiss. It didn’t bother you that other people were watching, Monty loved showing you off to others so you were used to it. When he pulled away, both of you were out of breath and you smiled. “You know I’m hanging out with Jeff today, right?” His body became tense as he nodded. You knew he didn’t really approve of you spending one on one time with another guy, but Jeff Atkins was your childhood friend and you needed to make time for him too. “Well, he’s coming. We’re going to hang out now babe,” you giggled looking at him. He whined before giving you one last peck on the lips, “Have fun, I’ll call you later okay?” “Okay, love you!” “Love you too.” He walked away just as Jeff had gotten to your locker, you could see them give each some sort of glare, but you just shrugged it off. “Hey Jeff, how are you?” you stood up in front of your locker, grinning up at him. His face started to relax when he looked at you, and you were glad you couldn’t feel any negative tension. “I’m better, now.” You laughed and tugged on his jacket, “You ready?” He followed you out and you both of you started to walk to your house. “So….I was thinking and I can to the conclusion that we should watch something scary tonight, I’m in the mood.” You wiggled your eyebrows and Jeff laughed. “I don’t think your boyfriend would appreciate you cuddling under me, even if it is because you’re scared.” Gasping, you put a hand over your chest, “How dare you underestimate me! I’ll prove to you I’m not a scaredy-cat!” He shook his head, chuckling at your cuteness. Picking you up, he threw you over his shoulder, “Whatever you say princess.” The nickname he gave you stuck with you throughout your childhood, so it didn’t bother you. You kicked your legs and yelled, “Jeff put me down!” Looking around you, it was obvious people thought you guys were a couple. You decided a long time ago that you wouldn’t let things like this bother you because you loved Monty and he knew that, and that’s really all that mattered.
           When the two of you had reached your house, Jeff put you down so that you could open the door. You guys walked in and he immediately laid down on the couch. “It’s been awhile since we’ve been able to hang out. We’re drifting don’t you think?” “Everything happens for a reason.” You eyed him suspiciously, confused about what he was getting at. “What are you trying to say?” “Nothing, what do you want for dinner?” Walking over to the drawer, you pulled out a menu for your favorite Japanese restaurant. You had decided to forget about what he had said earlier but you knew it would bother you. “I think we should order sushi, trust me, you’ll love it.” he gave you a thumbs up, taking the menu to browse his options. “I’m paying!” You both shouted in unison, and you giggled. “Split the bill?” You asked, but of course he denied. Jeff always ended paying for the food. He never let you pay, and at times it made you feel bad. But on the other hand, it made you smile that he insisted on being the gentleman.
Later on, when you both had finished eating, you let Jeff pick out a movie for you two to watch. He picked out a scary movie, as you requested, called ‘The Strangers.’ You were almost positive that you would get scared, but you were determined to prove Jeff wrong. That was definitely easier said than done. Not even halfway into the movie you were shaking, and hiding behind Jeff. He laughed and offered to hold you but you refused saying that you weren’t scared. As soon as the movie was over, you got up to turn the lights on. “That was the worst thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” “I knew you’d be scared.” You shook your head while walking back over to him, “It’s late we should get to bed.” “Alright, I’ll take the couch.” Pouting you looked at him, “You can’t make me sleep alone, in the dark.” “Why? You scared?” He smirked, thinking the situation was funny.  “Shut up and hold me.”
           The next morning you woke up with your limbs tangled with Jeff’s. It was weird because you were used to feeling Monty’s body against you. He had a tight grip around your waist and it took a while before he let you get up. He groaned at the lost of contact and you giggled looking at him. “Mom made pancakes; I’ll race you to the kitchen!” You got a head start as he jumped off the couch and ran after you.
           Sunday night approached way too quickly and already Jeff was on his way out of the door. He had stayed at your house for the whole entire weekend. It wasn’t weird at all considering you guys were childhood friends and your parents loved him. They thought it was a good thing that you had put aside time to spend with your best friend. You stepped towards him, giving him a big hug before he left. “I’ve missed you, you know. I’m glad we got to spend time together. Stop being a stranger!” “I won’t, I promise. See you tomorrow.” You waved at him as he left to go home, “See you tomorrow!”
           To say this week had been hard was an understatement. Everything had seemed to be going downhill for you and you were really hitting rock bottom. Your grades were slipping, teachers kept on piling up the homework and not to mention Jeff won’t even look at you anymore. After the weekend you both spent together, you thought he would’ve kept his promise to you. It was weird because you’ve tried all week, but he just wouldn’t talk to you. You had no idea what had happened, because everything was fine when he left your house on Sunday, but now he won’t even give you the time of day. You missed him, you missed your best friend more than ever. The two of you had grown even more distant now, and you had no idea why. 
Staring back at the homework in your lap, you groaned. Sitting on the bleachers, you watched Monty’s baseball practice. He persuaded you to come, but you were tired and ready to go home. You occupied the rest of your time by playing on your phone. Time went by fast, and before you know it, it was time to go. Quickly you packed your stuff and met Monty at the bottom of the bleachers. You leaned in for a kiss, but he leaned back almost instantly. “We need to talk.” Your heart dropped and you played with the hem of your shirt, something you did often when you were nervous. “I think we should break up.” You were confused on where this was coming from. Yes, it was true your relationship wasn’t at its best right now, but it wasn’t burning either. “Why? I thought…I thought we were in a good place.” “I just…I don’t want to be with you anymore. We can still be friends though.” He gave you the fakest smile before turning and exiting the gym. “W-wait!” You called out for him but he kept walking, not bothering to turn around. You stared at the ground for a few minutes before leaving. The guys who had witnessed the breakup tried asking if you were okay, but you ignored them.
           When you got home, you slammed your door and leaned against it. It seemed like nothing would ever get better for you. Things were turning out worse than expected, and you didn’t know how to deal with them. You needed some type of escape from it all, and you decided Jessica’s party would be perfect. The party was tonight, and at first you decided against going, but you thought it would be an event that would help you get over Monty. Even though you knew he’d be there, as long as he didn’t try to talk to you, everything would be fine. Picking out one of your favorite black dresses, you set it out on your bed and went to shower. You did your hair and makeup before getting dressed, and then walked out of the door. Your parents didn’t really mind that you went to parties, as long as you took care of yourself. The first person you saw when you walked in was Jessica. You tried avoiding her, knowing she would ask about Monty, but seeing her was probably inevitable. “(Y/N)! You made it! Why didn’t you come with Monty?” “He didn’t tell you?” She shook her head, and started to look concern. “We um, we broke up.” She gasped, before a look of anger crossed her face. “It’s fine really, I just want to have a good time.” You smiled and she patted you on the back. She sent off to find Justin and you went to sit on the couch. You sat there with a cup of beer in your hand, not really wanting to talk to anyone. It was disappointing because you were supposed to feel better, but seeing all these people together just made you want to leave. The spot on the couch next to you dipped, and you looked to the side seeing Jeff. You sucked in a breath, and continued to stay silent. “Hey, how are you feeling?” You snickered before answering the question, “Shitty. My grades are slipping, Monty broke up with me and I’m surprised you’re even talking to me because you’ve been ignoring me all week.” He looked deep in thought, searching for the right words to say. You got up, deciding that you needed another drink. “Excuse me,” you said, having to walk through a game of 'suck and blow.’ Before reaching the other side, you felt someone grab your arm. You turned around and they swiftly captured your lips in a kiss. You heard people cheering in the background and relaxed into the kiss knowing it was Jeff. When he pulled away you just stared at him, “Jeff, not that I’m complaining, but why did you-” “I love you.” Shocked by his words, you grabbed his hand and pulled him into an empty room. Before you could even say anything, he spoke, “I’m just going to be honest, I hate Monty and the reason we’ve been getting distant is because you’ve been with him. I know it’s bad but I’ve loved you ever since we became friends and I hate the fact that he got to you first.” You knew that you felt something with Jeff, but you weren’t exactly sure if you were ready. Your heart was beating and you started to feel nervous. As much as you did not want to turn him down, you knew that you had to do it. “I don’t know if I’m ready, but I do love you Jeff. I really, really do it’s just…Monty broke up with me today, it’s hard to just bounce back so quick.” Tears ran down your cheeks but he wiped them away. “Hey, don’t cry. I’m going to be here when you’re ready, okay? I’ll wait for you.” You smiled while leaning in to hug him. “I love you Jeff.” “I love you too (Y/N).”

~A

i got your text, baby

jimin comes home hungry and exhausted, but he has no energy left to cook or to order so he texts his boyfriend, jeongguk, to bring him food. jeongguk arrives half an hour later.

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jimin really hates fridays. one would probably disagree because fridays are the best. fridays meant parties. fridays meant sleeping the night away and waking up late because there’s no classes on the next day.

but for jimin, fridays meant extra hours of dance practice. don’t get him wrong, he loves dancing, but going straight to a four hour long of dance practice after work isn’t really the best, you know. his boyfriend scolded him about it before, threatening that he’ll talk to jimin’s instructor and give him a good punch or two for making his baby mochi practice for four hours on a friday. jimin just giggled at him after that.

it’s not like jimin have a choice, though. he only attends dance practices thrice a week because he’s busy with uni and work.

usually, when jimin gets home on fridays, he would immediately throw his body on the couch, not bothering to go to his room because he’s that exhausted.

but right now, his stomach is grumbling — demanding to get it filled with, well, food. but jimin’s too exhausted to even cook or order himself some food. so, he opts for the easiest way — ask his boyfriend to bring him some.

with a little (read: a lot) effort, he reaches one hand out to the side of the couch to grab his phone. it took him half a minute, but once his phone is in his hand, he wastes no time texting jeongguk, telling him how hungry he is, but he’s too tired to move.

jimin drops his phone to his side once he sends the message. he could already feel his eyes slowly fluttering close, but he’s trying his very damn best to fight it. only for a minute, only for a minute, he tells himself before he completely lets sleep take over his body.

not even half an hour later, jimin awakens to the sound of his door being unlocked. he could hear silent huffs and rustle of plastic bags. that’s probably jeongguk, he thinks.

he opens his eyes and attempts to get up, but fails miserably, a groan slipping past his lips when he only managed to flip his body so that he could see jeongguk. he smiles at his boyfriend, eyes moving down to the plastic bags and…ohmygod is that a box of pizza? fuck, my boyfriend’s a literal angel, i’m blessed.

jimin’s heart speeds up, still having the same feeling just like the first time his boyfriend brought him food at an ungodly hour. god, he’s in so deep.

“i got your text, baby.” jeongguk smiles, raising both of his hands to show the plastic bags of food and the box of pizza.

“i love you so fucking much,” jimin mumbles sleepily as he lifts his arms forward and wiggles his fingers cutely, motioning his boyfriend to come close. jeongguk just chuckles, sauntering towards his boyfriend just to tease him, earning himself a low grumble from jimin.

once jeongguk reaches jimin, he drops everything down and pulls his hyung up, wrapping his arms around the smaller man’s waist and tugging him closer until their bodies are flushed together. jimin blinks up at him, eyes overflowing with affection.

“i missed you so much, gguk-ah.”

“we just saw each other this morning, baby.”

“shut up, i still missed you.”

jeongguk giggles, pinching jimin’s nose and pulls himself out of his boyfriend’s arms. jimin whines, hands reaching for jeongguk, but the taller man dodges him.

“i know you’re really hungry, baby. let’s eat first, then cuddle later, hmm?” jimin pouts, almost (read: completely) forgetting the reason why he asked jeongguk to come. it’s not his fault that just the mere presence of his boyfriend makes his brain forget about everything and just think of jeongguk jeongguk and jeongguk.

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the couple are currenlty seated on the floor, with jimin settled between jeongguk’s legs, a bowl of jjajjangmyeon on his lap and a piece of pizza and chicken in each of his hands. yeah, he’s that hungry. jeongguk isn’t eating that much, just a slice of pizza and watching his cute boyfriend eat are enough to make him feel full. cheesy? always. for jimin.

they’d also feed each other from time to time, but mostly it’s just jimin shoving food into jeongguk’s mouth because kookie, you should eat more!!! i can’t have my baby holding back his hunger just because i’m really hungry.

jeongguk chuckles. “no, really, hyung, i’m not hungry. you can eat everything if you want, i bought all of these for you anyway.”

jimin could only pout then he continues eating.

watching jimin eat or more like staring at jimin’s lips while he’s eating isn’t probably the smartest thing to do because now, jeongguk could only think of kissing jimin breathless.

their bodies are pressed together, with jeongguk’s arms circled around jimin’s waist, completely forgetting about the discarded slice of pizza that he put on the box, and his chin resting on jimin’s shoulder. his eyes are trained on jimin’s lips, gulping at how glossy and kissable it looks at the moment.

jimin turns his head. “what are you star–” jeongguk didn’t let him finish, leaning in to catch jimin’s lips with his. a soft whimper escapes jimin’s lips and jeongguk smiles.

when jeongguk pulls away, he scrunches up his nose cutely. “you taste like jjajjangmyeon.”

“i never asked you to kiss me.”

“yeah, but i wanted to.”

jeongguk dives back in, devouring jimin’s lips like he’s been deprived of it.

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dan and phil play keep talking and nobody explodes: a summary

hoodie!phil i am immediately enthralled and this video isn’t even a second in yet

“you da bomb of our lives”

they keep clothes fans give them which is nice shoutout to that lucky son of a gun

‘philly’

phil is insistent on everyone seeing speed

supportive boyf dan has his back

dan nudged phil’s arm in a bro-esque manner

they mentioned escape rooms finally i can relate as i have now been to one too

“i think we’re a lot nerdier than we think” why do they think we refer to them as nerds all the time

“rest in peace environment” / “fuck you trees”

“i’ll punch you if you look at this” going to provide no context there have fun

“DAD…. playing halo with me” nice save dan

the wholesome howell blanket is always on hand

“they’ll see if we do a single glance…”

how is dan going to go a whole extra seventeen minutes without glancing at phil i think he’s going to implode

they already did the tutorial but didn’t show us yet phil can’t remember the title of the game wow rip nerd!phil fic trope

“this is going to be a mistake”

“i can’t speak if i’m under some kind of situation” mister english degree back again

phil spinning dan around with those sweet sweet seconds of skin to skin contact (hand to arm)

also lowkey hand porn

look at his hands

the curly hair and shaved sides from the side profile makes my heart warm

sassy hand clicks from danny

“beginnu”

five seconds in i am already stressed for them why is this already the most intense video of this game i’ve ever seen i’ve watched like six different channels play it

“there’s, there’s-” “no phil, i’m guiding you.” someone likes to take control don’t they

during the wire puzzle you can slowly watch dan get more stressy look at his pursed lips and expressive strict hand gestures

“there’s an alien man with a triangle head and he’s got a T coming out of his neck” their best friend mind meld really needs to come in handy here

i’m still really enjoying dan’s side profile i can’t get over it

“that’s you selecting the module you dork”

“guys we’re nailing this” i was going to make the obvious joke but i won’t we’re classy here

“shut up shut up SHUT UP” stressy dan is here to stay

they did one wow who says youtube gamers can’t game screw you comments

“what everyone out there is thinking now is we need you to get the manual, phil” i think dan honey you just want to be in control again i know that was hard for you

getting their last glances at each other in before they can’t for at least five minutes

opposite sides again why has this happened two videos after one another this is weird what is the post-baking video universe coming to

“this is weird. now you’re the person with the really bright face… wow it makes my hair look so much less white now that i’m here”

“it makes my hair look grey… i promise i don’t have grey hair” honey you’re thirty years old it’s going to happen inevitably sometime soon best to break us in gently

i’m hyped for side profile phil

dan quoting the marriage mantra of something old something new etc…. foreshadowing perhaps who knows with the way 2017 phan is going

phil looks so confused he’s like me facing every exam i’ve ever taken

i’ve been cheated out of side profile phil ffs dan get your hands on him and spin him around i feel attacked

“oh shit new stuff” literally everyone every few days when they upload a new gaming vid with no warning????? they know our struggle????

phil looks so focused i’m entranced

“ayeeeeeeee”

“oh god it’s hurting my brain so much”

stressy phil is a new experience but i’m digging it

dan being the little shit he is just laughs all the time

“stop freaking out!” stressy dan is still here despite having the opposite role

they did two attempts and won them both wow

they high fived yes for more skin to skin contact

phil is reeeealllly making up for lost time by shamelessly staring at dan

like seriously that was at least a solid six seconds of him staring

oh and more glances

i get it you’re in love

“kept calm under presh”

more staring seriously phil are you aware the camera is still rolling

“i hate to alarm you phil but what is your catchphrase on this gaming channel?”

*awkward silence whilst phil realises he’s being spoken to thus has to tear his gaze away*

“ALL OR NOTHING”

*resumes staring*

seriously what is with him today subtlety ain’t in his vocabulary

p h i l i get it you’re in love

oh now dan’s at it

dan just got super close to the camera and did that creepy smile he has i was unnerved

“i’m frickin terrified as diddly heck”

they’re back on their own sides balance in the universe has been destroyed do you reckon they’re as insistent about which side of the bed they sleep on

side profile dan is back welcome back old friend i missed you

i thought he dabbed for a second but it’s okay he didn’t

they’re determined as fuck but i can already see dan’s stressing

yep there’s the hurry up hand gestures

“i’m going to explode…. literally” because of the intensity or because he can’t stare at phil i don’t even know anymore u decide

dan’s eyes just got really really wide they were like bulging

“is the button yellow?” “no it’s blue i told you it’s blue!” welcome back stressy phil i hope you had a nice break

phil’s little “ooh” is so cute i want it as my ringtone

“we did it? oh christ”

stressy dan is really coming out to play in this symbols puzzle isn’t he

phil’s expressive hand gestures aka he’s beginning to panic too

dan’s doing some kind of gang sign okay boy you do you

aaaaand there’s the deafening dan scream for this video i can’t believe we lasted a whole 17 minutes and 40 seconds without one

rip headphone users it was nice knowing you

stressy dan has never been more present

phil is surprisingly calm(er)

“dan come on” all of us all the time

oooooh they couldn’t last five minutes without a quick glance at one another could they jfc get a room

they managed with three seconds to spare

phil is giggly and dan is….. well, dan

dramatic as ever my little actor that never was

phil initiates skin to skin contact again why am i not surprised anymore

“i was winding you up” dan says as he adds flames on top of himself in editing i am nodding furiously

the camera pans back out and phil’s hood is up who even is he

“we could have died!” “but we didn’t” *dan adds a halo above his head aka can’t relate*

“see if i worked in bomb disposal, i’d be cheeky like that” your colleagues would throw a bomb in bed with you

“i’d be like ooh what’s the timer steve???” the danxsteve fic coming atcha real soon

dan’s in an obnoxiously good mood now he has won a game and can freely stare at phil again

“we could be bomb disposal experts” again expect the fic coming atcha real soon

“what you just saw was two nerds that grew up playing puzzle games that have a psychic connection because they have no other friends defusing bombs” they literally said they go to escape rooms for their friends birthdays but alright i’ll take the exclusivity

they’re considering coming back in hard mode YES I NEED THIS

again i could have made the obvious joke there but i didn’t

let them know how you felt throughout that video type out long essays i dare you

“subscribe if you’re happy you didn’t explode”

“if you want to see us do that more challenging version where we might blow up… or not 'cause we’re the best… disposers ever”

“subscribe to us, have a good day, don’t explode” the best advice comes in threes

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Enterprise Di Mendes. ||

Authors Note: Hey my lovelies… Here is a bit of a CEO Shawn thing, I am not quite sure where I am leading with this… But, here is just a lil something. I hope you guys enjoy it! :) Xx  (Picture not mine).


I gradually wake up to the sound of a familiar hum and the echo of chords reflecting off the walls’. I am no stranger to this melodious sound, it’s something I find to be quite soothing.

I peer over and see Shawn isn’t beside me, the time reading. 4AM. I sigh to myself, shifting the warm covers off my body, part of me selfishly wanting him to be in bed to keep me warm.

I stumble my way out of bed, wrapping my arms around myself as I exit the bedroom. Following the trail of dim lights down the hallway, I discover myself standing in the doorway of his office. It is not something that is out of the ordinary, to find him in his office with a few chords and hums circulating the room, in the dim light at an ungodly hour. 

I smile to myself, appreciating the sound of his hum and the way it flows well with the chords he is playing. He doesn’t notice me until I step inside, distracting him from the row of angels echoing around his voice. His eyes instantly gaze away from the guitar in his hand, their glow narrowing down me before his lips begin to speak.

“Did I wake you?” He challenges, dryly. I shake my head, knowing him well enough to know that he hates to disturb me while I sleep. 

I have learnt my lesson with admitting the times when he has accidentally managed to pull me from my slumber. I don’t mind waking up to find him humming and strumming a few chords, there is something nonchalant about the character of his voice, something that does not always grace me, but when it does, I never complain. 

“Go back to bed,” He instructs with a subtle grin, but I don’t listen, instead, I take a few steps closer to him, sitting on the edge of his desk as he leans back in his leather chair. “Defiant, as usual.” He sighs with a petite smirk, as usual being somewhat intrigued when I don’t obey his request. 

I admire the quality of his voice far more than the comfort of loneliness laced between the sheets that emanate like him in his absence. 

“Mhm.” I hum with a cheeky smirk, “Why are you awake?” I softly challenge, observing as his broad shoulders shrug backwards, his guitar moving to sit in his lap.

“I have a meeting in three hours that I am not prepared for. So, I am trying to keep my mind occupied instead of going fucking insane.” He mutters lamentably. “I am exhausted as fuck and can’t sleep; so I am letting off steam through my guitar since I can’t hit the gym at this hour.”  He responds, lowering his eyes back towards his guitar, the guitar that seems to be his saving comfort when he needs it most. 

“Shawn,” I lament, benevolently spreading my hand through his ruffled hair, “You need to sleep.“ I continue, hating to see him in the current state that he is, a state that I see far more than I would desire.  

He nods, bowing his head as his hand rests on my thigh.

“I know, I know.” … “If I don’t win this client over, I am fucked. We are fucked.” He gestures between me and him, “this person has the potential to slay me, I can’t have that.” He shakes his head, his eyes suddenly turning dark. "I have too much to lose.” He croaks, biting his lip as I gently tug at his soft curls, a small smile forming on my lips to reassure him. 

“Darling, it is all materialistic,” .. “I am sure you will do fine, you’re Shawn Mendes, nobody says no to you.” I continue, revealing a stifled laugh from him.

He breaks his bothered gaze, giving me a smile, “You’re the exception to that rule, aren’t you?” He furrows his eyebrows, his lips curving into a cheeky facial expression, “Because you tell me no all the time," 

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Mr. Smartass [M]

What happens when you get partnered with know-it-all, Kim Namjoon, for a class project?

4k / smut / college!AU


“You will be partnered with…Namjoon Kim.”

Your professor’s words hung in the air, tension filling the large classroom.

Your fists clenched by your sides, trying your best to keep a neutral expression because you knew all eyes were on you, waiting for a reaction. Despite praying to be matched with your best friend, your professor’s “random” selection process had other plans. Just your luck, you had been partnered with the resident class know-it-all.

   Just perfect.

   Namjoon was an exchange student from South Korea that had come earlier in the semester, though you honestly wouldn’t have known he wasn’t born in the States because his accent was almost unnoticeable. There’s always been some palpable tension between the two of you, even dating back to the first day of class. Whenever you went to answer a question, he would refute it with some smartass comment. The two of you would go on for minutes, debating heatedly back and forth from across the classroom while everyone looked on like they were waiting for things to get violent (and it almost did, several times you had to stop yourself from throwing your textbook at his perfectly groomed head).

   You both were undoubtedly the best students in the class, though, if Namjoon’s grade was even a decimal point higher, you knew it was because he kissed the professor’s ass way more than necessary.

   Your professor continued reading the rest of the pairs from his list and you took a deep breath, thinking of ways to get out of this assignment.

   “I’m expecting great things from you all,” he said, looking between you and Namjoon with a smile before sending a wink in your direction. Your jaw dropped; this was definitely a setup, “Class is dismissed! Don’t forget to meet up with your partners before you leave and exchange emails and phone numbers!” he called over the sound of thank you’s and chairs scraping against the floor.
   
Putting your pride aside, you rose from your chair and walked to the other end of the room, rolling your eyes as you passed your best friend. She was gave you a pitiful smile as she spoke to her partner, a boy with a headful of greasy curls that covered half his face.

You finally made it over to him, and his eyes were trained on something he was reading on his phone.

“Namjoon,” you said cordially.

“Y/N,” he replied dryly, not even bothering to look up from the device.

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my whole ass friend is sitting next to me with a gf that’s calling him cause she’s on break and wants to talk to him and i hand him his phone like “your gf is calling you” and he’s like “i don’t care” i literally read a text saying “call me i don’t have much time on break” like she’s probably so excited to talk to him in the 30 min she has to herself and she picked him over herself men are literally not shit fuck my gender this is why i cherish my women

The Kids Conversation™

“An actually reasonable and in character conversation about kids that doesn’t end in a breakup, maybe?” prompt from @skygriffins and basically the entire rest of the fandom.


She’s seen the photos from when they were teenagers: Alex and Kara.

And – smiling or unrelentingly serious – Alex always looks ready.

Ready to protect Kara. 

Ready to make her laugh.

Ready to make her feel good, to make her feel special.

And she’s wonderful with Adrian. 

And she’s seen her here and there with kids coming in and out of the precinct.

She always lowers her body to be on their eye level, but somehow never manages to be condescending about it.

Her voice changes when she talks to them, but just a little. 

A little more sunshine and a lot less hurricane.

Still Alex.

Still beautiful. 

Still… perfect.

But Maggie’s never brought it up, never imagined Alex would want kids of her own.

She basically raised Kara.

Maggie can’t imagine Alex wanting to put her life on hold to raise another kid.

So she assumes.

She assumes, and she probably shouldn’t have.

Because when she sees Alex with Ruby, it warms her heart.

Because she loves discovering all of her fiancee’s secret talents. 

She loves learning every little thing there is to learn about Alex Danvers.

But then Alex makes the comment. 

About when they have kids one day.

When, not if.

And Maggie seizes up.

She doesn’t want to.

But she can’t help it.

She seizes up and she wants to surrender then and there.

Because of course this is too good to be true.

Of course Alex was always going to leave eventually.

Or, more precisely, Maggie was always going to destroy them eventually.

Alex says they should discuss it, and they need to. They do.

But Maggie shrugs it off, because their lifetime of firsts – and whether or not that includes children – is important.

But more important, right now, is the child, now woman, that Alex has already raised.

“Go be with Kara,” she tells her. “I’ll see you when you get home.”

And Alex kisses her, and she smiles, but both the kiss and the smile are close-lipped.

Alex heads home to Kara.

Maggie heads home to her heavy bag.

She lays into it hard and long and painful, and she barely has the energy to take a shower.

She doesn’t bother putting on anything but boxers and a tank top.

Alex’s tank top.

Might as well wear her fiancee’s clothes while she still can.

While Alex is still her fiancee.

She passes out on the couch, face down, stomach down, before she realizes she’s falling asleep.

It’s sunrise by the time the door cracks open.

Sunrise by the time Alex kneels beside the couch, sweeps Maggie’s hair away from the nape of her neck, and kisses her newly-exposed skin.

“Couldn’t make it all the way to the bed, beautiful?”

The affection in Alex’s voice makes Maggie want to run.

It’ll end sooner or later anyway. 

“We need to talk,” she sits up, pushing up on her hands, her voice both groggy and sharp. “But how’s Kara?”

“Sleeping. She took the morning off to rest, she… you’re right. We need to talk.”

Maggie rubs sleep from her eyes.

“Tea and agave,” Alex asks, but it’s more of a statement.

“I love you,” Maggie responds gratefully, before realizing that love might not be enough. Before realizing that her world might be about to crumble apart.

Again.

They don’t speak as Alex puts the kettle on, making a coffee for herself and a tea for Maggie.

They don’t speak until Alex sits back down on the couch, shifted toward Maggie so their knees are touching.

“So,” Alex starts, sipping and flinching because it’s too hot, too much, too fast. She tries not to think of it as a metaphor. “You don’t see yourself as a mom.”

Maggie shakes her head. “It’s just never been something I wanted. And it’s not… it’s not because of my parents, it’s not because of some trauma or… I’m not broken or anything, I – “

“I didn’t say you were, Maggie,” Alex interrupts softly, and Maggie tries to take a deep breath. 

“But you do. Want kids.”

Alex sits back and sighs and blows on her coffee, staring over the rim of her mug at her fiancee.

“I mean… not now. Eventually, I always figured. I mean… back before I came out, before I realized I’m a lesbian, I… I guess I just figured I’d raise a child myself. With Kara, you know? The whole ‘it takes a village’ thing. Except then, the village was just me and Kara. Now, I guess I assumed it would be you and me. And… and our chosen family.”

Maggie nods and tries to swallow enough tea to burn away the tension in her throat.

It doesn’t work.

“I don’t want to be in the way of something you want, Alex. The kind of family you want. So if you – “

“No. No, Maggie, you don’t get to do that. This is a relationship, it’s not… you don’t get to decide for me that because I want something you don’t, you need to leave me for my own good. Unless you want to leave.”

Her hands shake nearly enough to spill her coffee.

Maggie puts her tea on the coffee table and puts her hand on Alex’s thigh.

“Of course I don’t want to leave, Danvers. I just don’t want to – “

“Be in the way of something I want, you said.”

A silence.

It grows longer and their eyes remain locked.

They sigh, suddenly and in unison.

They laugh despite themselves.

“Alex, I’m just worried that… is this something we can… compromise on? I mean, it’s like sex, isn’t it?”

Alex furrows her brow and tilts her head.

Maggie smiles sadly. “You get that from me,” she pokes the space between Alex’s eyes gently, and Alex bites her lip to keep herself from crying.

“It’s like sex in the sense that, if one person doesn’t want to have sex, and the other person does, it doesn’t matter. You just don’t have sex. And with this… I don’t want kids, Danvers, but if you do, then… I don’t…”

“This is my fault,” Alex puts her mug down and buries her face in her hands. 

“Babe, no, hey. There’s nothing wrong with you wanting kids, Alex, it’s not – “

“No,” Alex moans from behind her fingers. “I was impulsive, I was stupid… we’d just survived a war, a literal alien invasion, and I…”

“Do you not want to marry me?” Maggie finds herself asking for the second time that week, and it breaks both of their hearts.

“I do, Maggie. I do. Just… there’s so much we haven’t talked about. And I’ve wanted to. I’ve thought about it. Having kids. With you. All of it. I just… I guess I was scared to say certain things… I didn’t want to…”

“Scare me off?” Maggie asks, and Alex finally lifts her head out of her hands with a nod.

“Alex, listen to me. If you don’t want me to leave, I’m not leaving. Just because we don’t know what the compromise is right now – or if there’s a compromise – doesn’t mean we won’t find one. You’re the smartest, kindest, bravest woman I’ve ever met; and I’m not that terrible in my better moments.”

“Mags.”

“What I mean is, we make a pretty good team.”

They both pause and smile at their beginnings, and they lace their fingers together.

Maggie kisses Alex’s knuckles while Alex kisses Maggie’s, their eyes locked together.

“If anyone can figure this out, it’s you and me. We just need to communicate and be open. The whole way through. No assuming what the other wants or what the other needs, okay? I need to hear you and you need to hear me, and to do that, we need to talk. About everything. Okay?”

Alex nods with brimming tears.

“I want to marry you,” she whispers, and Maggie kisses her eyes.

“And I want to marry you,” Maggie smiles. “Forever.” 

She rubs their noses together, and Alex giggles and returns the gesture.

“We’ll figure this out?” Alex needs to hear it again.

“We’ll figure this out,” Maggie assures.

They seal it with a kiss that contains their entire past and the multitude of their future. Together.

Boys in Plaid || Peter Parker x Reader

i have no excuse for this drabble other than the fact that i love peter parker too much.

this isn’t a sequel to {{beloved season}} since I feel pretty torn about it. on one hand, i feel like it’s gr8 on its own, but on the other hand–

i wanna give peter the happy ending he deserves 。゚(TヮT)゚。

i’ll think about making a sequel later. Maybe it’ll happen sometime in the future but idk bc the original requester never really spoke about wanting it to be a two parter so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

so to make it up for making any of you readers cry with {{beloved season}}, have a fluffy drabble with peter (●♡∀♡)

**I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!**

**dont repost/plagiarize this story. Reblogs are fine!!

warnings: pETER PARKER IN PLAID I REPEAT PETER PARKER IN PLAID!!

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[key: =reader’s text

=peter’s text]

boys in plaid are so cute.

really? you think so?

petey, i don’t just think so. I KNOW SO.

so are you saying that you’d date any guy, as long as he wore plaid??

welllll, i do have standards tho. not any guy can date me just from wearing plaids alone.

then what do you look for…in a boyfriend?

hhhhh i can’t believe im telling my best friend this (/ω\) okay what i look for in a bf is that he has to be super sweet with a genuine personality. like, he’s not a lowkey asshole when im alone with him and only a sweetheart in public, you feel???

he has to be like SUPPPEEERR SMART and he has to be willing to spoil me with cuddles and nights spent watching cheesy 80s movies (/ω\)

also boys who wear plaid with jeans and converses are my absolute weakness (/ω\) ♡ ♡

i see…

———————

Peter Parker couldn’t help the wide grin that showed on his face after reading the series of texts between him and [Name]. He could practically feel his confidence skyrocketing to the roof because he finally had proof that he had a chance with her.

Setting his phone to the side, he stands and searches through his closet, picking out all of the plaid shirts that he could find before setting them aside.

Despite how foolish Peter felt about doing this, he knew that it would all be worth it in the end if he managed to have [Name] in his arms.

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You go into Midtown the next day with a sluggish walk that usually came with Monday mornings. Internally groaning at having to deal with chemistry and lab first thing in the morning, you unlock your locker and pulled out a thick textbook, your lab workbook, and binder. The weight of each book was becoming uncomfortable against your arms, and you were struggling with closing your locker when you felt someone take away your stack of books from the side.

“Here, let me help you [Nickname].” Recognizing Peter’s voice, you face him, about to thank him when you felt your words die against your throat.

Holy shit, had Peter always been this fucking cute?! The boy was standing next to you, looking positively delectable as he wore a black and red patterned plaid shirt coupled along with a pair of jeans and his signature converses. The fact that he wasn’t covering the plaid shirt with his usual Midtown High hoodie made you see his physique as a whole in a totally different light.

As you stared at him, you were loving how broad his chest was as his left arm seemed to bulge a bit as he carried your books in one hand, making you nearly drool at how his veins were shown on his wrist.

“Oh my god, you’re so cute-” you catch yourself at the very last minute, feeling a deep blush paint your skin when you cover your mouth with your hand. You had just told Peter that he was cute!!! And that was the one thing you were absolutely terrified of admitting.

When you had texted Peter last night about your love for boys in plaid, you had unconsciously (and automatically) described Peter Benjamin Parker in near perfect detail. Only after you had sent those texts did you realize the error of your ways- however, you were confident that Peter was too nerdy to understand your (un)intentional description of him.

But the fact that he was in front of you, (dressed to absolute perfection in your favorite aesthetic) was making your knees weak as you shivered at his proximity. You should have known better, dammit. Peter had been your friend for years now, and there really wasn’t much you could hide from him.

Peter seemed pleased at your embarrassment as he shifted all of your books beneath his left arm. Using his right hand, he gently runs a finger down your face, stopping at your lips before lingering against them, “I’m so nervous right now, and I want nothing more than for you to finally put me out of my misery and be my girlfriend. If the fact that I literally spent some time the night before picking out this exact outfit in a pathetic attempt to get you to notice me isn’t enough proof that I’m already madly in love with you, then I don’t know what is.”

You close your eyes and lean into the palm of his hand when he begins to caress your cheek, “Yeah? Well if the fact that I described you in perfect detail the night before isn’t proof that I’m madly in love with you, then I don’t know what is.”

Peter laughs, the sound making your heart flutter when he leans down to place a quick kiss against your lips, “How about we both put each other out of our miseries right now and become that gross couple who hold hands and kiss all the time?”

You cutely scrunch up your nose before nuzzling Peter with it, laughing while staring into his sweet brown eyes, “I think I’d like that.”

[end]

Originally posted by chrisbeck

anonymous asked:

Hello, this may sound silly but i'm currently enrolled to attend Art Center next year but, upon consideration (also the fact i have no money that i've had to push my acceptance by a YEAR) and your own information, i'm thinking of dropping the school altogether and going to a cheaper option (LCAD being a better option in my option) so i was wondering if i'm being rash in this idea? I know ArtCenter has a lot of name recognition, internship, and career help, but is that worth going into dept for?

i get a lot of asks from people who ask me if they should go to art school and my answer is always just “hell no no”, so i think i will make this my master Don’t Go to Art School post.

ok here’s the bottom line: just don’t go to art school. don’t go!! don’t go to any accredited art school!! unless you have a full ride scholarship or close to it, don’t go!! literally every working professional i have met since graduating a year ago has agreed with me. we love to get together and bitch about how art school is a waste of time and money.

an education at art center will cost you about $200,000 in tuition alone. lcad isn’t much better and runs about $120,000. during my time at art center, i had a scholarship and help from my parents and i still owe $30,000 in student loans.

and honestly art center didn’t help me get the job i have today. literally all it did for me was introduce me to talented and friendly people who are willing to extend a hand to help each other out in the field. but making friends shouldn’t have to cost you $200,000 lmaooooooo.

here’s my super simple guide to getting a job in animation:

1. move to L.A. this is non-negotiable. all the studios are here. i’ve had uber drivers that have studio hookups and i’ve been offered jobs just sitting in a cafe in burbank and drawing. just existing in the epicenter of animation is an advantage.

2. welcome to L.A! it’s really hot here but i hope you enjoy it. now that you’re here, let’s not go to art school.

3. here are some much cheaper options:

http://2d.cgmasteracademy.com/

http://conceptdesignacad.com/

https://animationguild.org/about-the-guild/education/

https://www.schoolism.com/school.php

https://www.facebook.com/WillB.Weston?fref=ts (one of my old teachers from art center teaches a ton of workshops and classes all around town

and if you absolutely insist on going to some kind of 4 year college-like thing, try http://laafa.org/. it is about a quarter of the cost of art center, which is still pretty steep imo, but is just as good.

4. i’m even going to give you a cheat guide on what you should study (all of this you can find online for free btw!! just google it!! damn just try pinterest even!! or buy a book!!), based on what i studied at art center. design, composition, perspective, anatomy, color theory, costume design, light logic, visual storytelling, character design, character acting, storyboarding, prop design, background design, environment painting, style development. there ya go that’s all you need to know.

5. lock yourself in a studio apartment for 4 years and practice all the above everyday.

6. study the work of artists working in the field that you admire. do what they do, then put your own heart into it. make work relevant to the industry today. know what your goal is. like literally, having access to soooo much artwork from working professionals on a daily basis is almost like cheating.

7. http://centerstagegallery.com/csg/csg-sketch-group/ and http://www.thedrawingclub.com/ go here and draw when you have free time. make friends with other artists. join a plein air painting club, or do a workshop, or ask for a mentorship. talk to people in the field!! make friends!!

8. make really good work and put it online. everywhere. share it!! have a website! contact recruiters! contact studios you like and ask them when they have internships open!

9. go to CTN every year and bring your portfolio. sign up for portfolio reviews. bring cards with you. ask the recruiters about internships.

10. congrats u now have a pretty good chance of getting a career in animation and u didn’t spend $200,000 for it.

i may sound bitter and jaded about art school (and maybe i am……..a little…….) but honestly i’m way more excited because after a year of working in the industry and meeting people who either didn’t go to art school or went to shitty no-name schools, i am super passionate about the fact that we live in a day and age where anyone who’s willing to put the work in and discipline themselves can develop the skills to become a professional artist without going to school. art is for everyone!! not just people who can afford school! art is fun! and great! and i want everyone who is passionate about it to succeed and not let the obstacle of $$$$$ stonewall them out of a career they’ll love!

don’t go to art school!!!!!!!!!!!!!!