i look really creepy but whatever

a-fluffer-nutter  asked:

54, 55, 56 ~~

54: Favourite Store: There’s one called “The Sting”, I’m not sure how popular it is. I think it’s from the Netherlands? Some of the stuff is quite expencive but I love being in there, everything is so pretty and unique and it’s huge and they have these huge screens everywhere showing people surfing or whatever seems fitting and really cool music. It’s like stepping into another world. Sorry, I’m from a small village, I’m very easily fascinated by stuff :D

55: Favourite blog: I don’t really talk to people anymore because I’m pretty busy atm and mainly scroll through my dashboard before falling asleep, incapable of forming any sentences so this is going to be really awkward because whoever I’ll tag might not know me and I’ll come across as creepy and desperate but when I look through my blog, names I mainly find are:

@alittlespankandtickle
@happilee-smiling
@ablogforthething
@iamthefluffiestcloud
@thelittlelee

Hi, people I’ve never really talked to 🖐 I love the stuff you post :)

I also like @livelovelaughalot and @yourlittlettoy because they were the first blogs of this community I’ve stumbled across when I was new and the latter made me buy pretty underwear today. Yes, I was the akward anon. Hi, nice to meet you all.

And also you! I love your writing and I spend waay too much time on your blog tbh and I was so shocked and pleased and honoured when I saw that you’re following me! :o

56: Favourite Colour: I really like purple and light green :)

Sorry it turned out so long and awkward :D And thank you so much for asking :)

MBTI and an Escape Room

ISFJ: “No, no, no, no”

ESFJ: *crying and furious* “This is tearing us apart! Get it together people!”

ISTJ: *Says everyone is an idiot for trying the wrong thing- never offers his own solution*

ESTJ: “I would take over, but I like watching ENFJ fail at it.”

ESTP: “Wait guys, I got this” *does something stupid* *fails*

ISTP: “If you guys would just listen to me then I could get us out of here- ok no one is listening to me, that’s fine too, whatever”

ESFP: *completely oblivious to everyone’s stress* “This is so fun!”

ISFP: *mopping in the corner* “I’m just really tired, I don’t want to do this.”

ENFP: *simply talking and rabbit trailing about random possibilities* “Hey look at this! This is so cool! Oh that’s kinda creepy…what if-”

INFP: *super chill and relaxed* “Man, this is so much fun. Hey guys- we should try and scare ISTJ”

INFJ: *Thinks he knows how to get out but can’t talk because all the tension in the room is about to make him cry*

ENFJ: *Keeps trying to create order amongst the group, but gets too emotional to handle the responsibility* 

ENTJ: *Has already planned out which one of his friends he will have to sacrifice first*

INTJ: *Knows how to get out after discussing with INFJ* *Doesn’t tell anyone because ESTJ said some rude and they want to watch ESTJ fail* 

ENTP: “Hey guys, I know what will work!” *tries something complicated and stupid* *fails* 

INTP: “My goodness, I can’t believe you guys haven’t figured it out yet, it’s so obvious” *doesn’t actually know how to get out*

Avengers Chatroom (feat. Tom Holland!Peter Parker)

Hey everyone!! Fifth post! Woohoo! I hope you guys enjoy :) don’t forget to send in requests and things to my inbox. I love you guys! Hollanders for the win - Xoxo K





- Tony has started a Chatroom -


- Y/N, Nat, Steve, Wanda, Thor, Clint have been added to the chat -


Tony: What’s up everybody?

Steve: Tony, pay attention to the meeting

Tony: It’s really boring.

Nat: Oh my god, Tony… If Fury catches you texting during this meeting…

Tony: I don’t care. I hate meetings. Besides, we need to figure out how to get Y/N and the Spiderling together.

Steve: Stop texting! Pay attention.

Tony: Oh please. Capsicle, you’re just paranoid.

Steve: Don’t call me that.


- Tony changed Steve’s name to Capsicle -


Tony: There, now I don’t have to.

Capsicle: TONY! Seriously?


- Peter has been added to the chat -


Peter: Hey everyone.

Nat: Oh boy… here we go.

Peter: What’s going on?

Tony: Not much. Just this stupid meeting. It’s really boring :/ Anyway… we wanted to talk to you about Y/N.

Peter: W-what? W-why?

Nat: Because… we know you like her.

Wanda: Yeah. She likes you too you know.

Peter: Wait? Really? Are you serious?

Thor: Yes, I have noticed your mutual attraction to each other. You are both quite oblivious. Almost to the point of idiocy.


- Thor has left the chat -


Nat: Why’d Thor ditch?

Tony: He’s still figuring out his phone.

Nat: Oh… right. Sometimes I forget he’s not from around here.

Capsicle: I’ve been frozen for 65 years and even I knew Y/N liked you, but we really need to get back to the meeting.

Tony: It’s so obvious. She’s got the hots for you, Spider-Boy.

Peter: I-It’s Spider-MAN.

Tony: Not until you grow a pair and tell her…

Capsicle: Tony, the meet-

Capsicle has been removed from the chat

Nat: Tony!

Tony: #Sorrynotsorry.

Nat: Ugh whatever. Anyway, Peter just tell her you like her.

Clint: Just don’t be creepy about it.

Peter: Uh. O-okay?

Tony: And don’t look like a total dork… cause you’re a total dork.

Nat: Tony, they’ve been friends for years, I think she’s already seen his dorky side.

Wanda: I actually believe it’s one of the reasons she finds him so charming.

Y/N: This is true.

Tony: Y/N?! When did you get on here?

Y/N: I’ve been here the whole time.

Tony: :O

Y/N: Bwahahahahaha >:)

Peter: Y-Y/N… uh, I want to ask you something.

Tony: Do it! Do it! Do it!

Peter: Would you like to… go out with me sometime? I really like you.

Y/N: ABOUT DAMN TIME YOU ASKED ME!

Y/N: My answer is yes, Peter.

Peter: G-great.

Y/N: How about tonight?

Peter: Sure.

Y/N: Pick me up at 8 ;)

Peter: A-alright. See you at 8 :)


- Peter has left the chat -

- Wanda has left the chat -

Tony: Thank god! I would have exploded if they took any longer.

Nat: I know right. They needed to get together.

Tony: But why did she put that winky face…?

Tony: Do you think there will be spider babies?

Clint: I don’t think they even know how to do that, Tony

Y/N: I wouldn’t act so sure

Tony: You’re STILL here?!

Y/N: >:)

Nat: Y/N, what do you mean by “I wouldn’t act so sure”?

Y/N: You’ll see… or will you?


- Y/N has left the chat -


Tony: …

Clint: …

Nat: She’s my favorite for a reason. She’s not afraid to hand your asses to you.

Tony: But you have to admit… she’s pretty weird.


- Chatroom has been closed -

Auntie Bells

by reddit user Pippinacious

Auntie Bells wasn’t really my auntie, or anyone else’s for that matter. I’m not sure she even had any real family at all. It was just what everyone called her. She’d been a fixture in the neighborhood since long before I was born and there wasn’t a single person who didn’t at least know of her.

She was something of a living legend; a crazy cat lady type without the cats. It wasn’t unusual to look out your window in the dead of night and see Auntie Bells shuffling down the street, big walking stick clutched in one hand, her tameless hair shining white in the moonlight. And if you didn’t see her, you’d hear her. Auntie Bells took her name from the bracelets she wore on both wrists, strands of twine run through a countless number of tiny bells that tinkled with her every movement.

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I’m the One Who Wears Cashmere

inspired by @reioka‘s idea about Bucky wearing sweaters on assassin missions because it’s cozy. 

Tony really hated that Natasha was putting him on a blind date, because he could pick out his own people just fine. “The last one you picked try to murder you,” Natasha says flatly. 

“You try to murder Clint literally everyday he visits your apartment with his dog, are you sure you’re the best candidate to tell me this?” Tony asks. Natasha shrugs. 

“Well, I have a reason to try and murder him. Lucky gets on my couch. The only thing that gets on that couch is me, blankets, and occasionally pizza rolls.” 

“Pizza rolls are not an occasional thing, you buy them in the forty-count bags,” Tony replies. “Do I really have to go on a date? I could be building a death ray right now.” 

“A.) Don’t build a death ray unless my people rise again. B.) You’ll like this guy.” 

“Natasha, you moved from Russia when you were, like, twelve. Don’t call them your people, I’ve already been asked by Steve if I’m harboring a communist.” Natasha actually snorts at that. 

“Steve was joking. He knows that he’s really the one who works hard and seizes the means of production.” Tony actually laughs at that. “By the way, wear that oversized red sweater that you swear you didn’t steal from Rhodey. It looks good on you.” 

“It makes me look like I’m twelve,” Tony whines. 

“No, it doesn’t. No twelve year old has awesome facial hair.” 

“You agree it’s awesome?! Score! I told Stephen it was cool.” 

“Whatever. You’re meeting Barnes at the soup and bread restaurant on the corner. You know, where Boris sells his ‘authentic’ knives?” 

“Oh my god, it’s one of your creepy friends. No, nope, nada. I’m not going.” Natasha levels him with a glare that would be enough to overtake the roll of president and maybe get a free coffee from that hipster place a block over. “Fine, I’m going. But if I don’t come back by one in the morning…” 

“I’ll just tell Rhodey that you went on a date and he’ll go ballistic and call the military to find you or whatever. Move, Clint’s coming over to watch Dog Cops with me.” 

Bucky is at the restaurant, sitting by himself for all of ten minutes. He hates that Natasha threatens to do this to him. Apparently, he needs “regular interaction.” Whatever that is, he gets it. He pets a dog everyday. Talks with Boris about his knives. Hisses at cats because they’re as bad as Steve’s friend Sam is. (He hates Sam. And his insistence that birds are better than dogs, because They Are Not.) 

Natasha texted him that there would be a man in an over-sized red sweater. Bucky doesn’t bother trying to make assumptions; while Natasha is great at many things, setting up dates isn’t always the best. She thought Johnny Storm would’ve made a great match for Sharon, which the most hilarious thought since dogs falling off slides.  

Tony sees Bucky, the guy with the Murder Face and a menu in front of his face. He could just ditch this. Tell Natasha that everything was great. But then he runs the risk of hurting this Bucky’s feelings, and that is Not A Good Thing. So, he sits down at the table, and the man puts his menu down. 

Oh. God. 

That face is the best thing since Rhodey showed him that video of Steve falling in the parking lot. (They have a weird friendship, and Rhodey just flat out does not Tolerate Steve a lot.) 

“Hello,” Bucky says, voice all gravelly. “Are you Tony?” 

“Yes, hello,” Tony says. “You’re Bucky right? Because if this is the wrong booth, then I am ditching whoever Natasha said was Bucky. Wait, you’d never know me if you weren’t Bucky, okay, cool. Oh, wow, this is a thing I’m doing. Rambling.” Bucky smiles at him, and that is like gold all on its own. That could be currency, oh god. Bucky Smiles, worth a million dollars. 

“How was your day today?” Bucky asks, sliding him a menu. 

“It was pretty good, not gonna lie. I saw two dogs and one video of a baby giraffe,” Tony says. He’s not afraid to admit that dogs and videos of baby animals are awesome. “How was your day?” 

“I killed a guy,” Bucky says with a shrug. “I also bought a new sweater.” Tony laughs, because he’s just so casual with the joke that it makes him sound like he actually killed a man. 

“What’s the sweater like?” Bucky thrusts out his sweater sleeve, and Tony gets to touch it. It’s soft, a cable knit. It actually is a nice color; a dark green that Tony would wear too. “Oh my god, that’s so soft.” 

“Yeah, it was on sale too!” Bucky adds. “Seventy-five percent off.” 

“That. Is. Amazing. Where?” So, conversation starts. They talk around their food and drink. Bucky learns that Tony is an engineer, super smart, and knows Steve. 

They’re walking home–well, Bucky is walking Tony home. Everything is going great, Bucky is telling him about Supreme Evil Sam, when someone is ahead of them. They look dangerous; bulky, breathing heavy, basically every jock Tony had experienced in high school. “Hey buddy,” Tony says, trying to move. The guy grabs him arm–what the heck–and turns him around to face Bucky. 

“It’s you or him,” he growls. 

“Bucky, please either call 911 or get him breath mints, this guy’s breath is rank,” Tony says as calmly as possible. 

Instead, Bucky grabs a knife and nails the guy in the head. It is safe to say that Tony was not expecting that. “Oh god oh god Bucky what the hell did you do oh my god–” 

“Tony, please be quiet and help me drag him to my car,” Bucky says. Tony stands frozen. “Tony, I told you what I do for a living. I kill people.” 

“Are you gonna kill me?” 

“You’re too sweet to kill.” 

“Oh my god thank you, that’s so sweet–NO WAIT YOU KILL PEOPLE?!” Bucky rolls his eyes, having the decency to look at least sheepish. “Bucky, no offense, but no one kills someone in sweaters.” 

“They’re cozy,” Bucky says. He pops the trunk, lifting the body in. Tony can’t look, and pulls out his cellphone. “Don’t call 911. I’ve been tracking this guy for months. He’s a human trafficker.” 

“I’m calling Nat,” Tony says shakily. “Oh my god, what am I gonna do? I can’t go to jail, the judge at court hates me and will sentence me to death!” 

“There’s more than one judge, Tony,” Bucky says. “And you’re not going to jail.” 

“Hello?” Natasha answers. “Tony, this better be an emergency.” 

“You didn’t tell me that my date kills people for a living,” Tony hisses into the phone. “And in a soft sweater!” 

“Put him on the phone,” Natasha says curtly. “Clint, don’t try and dominate Lucky in this round, you’ll never win.” Tony passes the phone to Bucky. 

“You aren’t supposed to reveal that until the third date,” Natasha hisses. “Did we go over all this for nothing?” 

“To be fair, he’s taking it better than Steve did,” Bucky defends. “And Tony likes that I pet dogs everyday and my sweaters.” 

“Okay, fine. Come to my place with the car. I’ll dump it.” Bucky nods. “Clint, I swear to god if you touch my borscht I’ll cut your arm off. How do you think Bucky got his arm?” Bucky snorts, hanging up. 

“We need to go to Natasha’s.” 

“Wait, she knows about this?!” 

“She helped me get the job. I don’t kill innocent people,” Bucky says, blush forming. God, he’s getting sappy over murder. Not something that happens every day. “I kill the really, really bad ones. Like human traffickers and people who want to release rare diseases into the atmosphere. I saved Iowa from destroying itself last month.” Tony nods. 

“Oh. So it’s bad people?” Bucky nods. “Okay, that’s not so bad. But what if you ruin your sweaters?” 

“I’m too good to ruin any of my sweaters,” Bucky boasts. Tony rolls his eyes. 

“Sure you are.” Bucky grins at him. “So, next date, I’m choosing where we go, and I choose a shelter so we can volunteer and walk dogs.” 

“Best date ever,” Bucky agrees solemnly. 

Their third date goes a bit sideways; they have to wash a sweater that got drenched. Bucky cries. Tony tries to placate him with funny videos of cats falling and stories about his utter disappointment of a robot that is his pride and joy, Dum-E. 

I DON’T KNOW MAN I’M JUST REAL INTO TARON EGERTON LIKE LOOK AT THIS HOE

THIS IS RIDICULOUS

I MEAN IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT FREAKING SHAPE HE IS IN

I DO NOT GIVE A CRAP

HE COULD BE IN A FREAKIN SUIT

OR SOME WHATEVER SWEATER

AND MY LOVE DOES NOT DIE IT IS UNHEALTHY AND CREEPY AND STRANGE LIKE

HIS FREAKING SMILE

AND HIS FREAKING FROWN

HIS LAUGH OMG

I WANNA JUMP OFF A BRIDGE

LIKE AND HE’S SO FUNNY AND FUN AND CUTE

BUT HE’S ALSO REALLY HOT

LIKE WHO ARE OYU WHERE DID YOU COME FROM

WHEN HE HAS LONG HAIR

OR WHEN IT’S SUPER SHORT?????

LIKE WHY DO I LOVE YOU LIKE THIS WHY AM I LIKE THIS I AM A GROWN GIRL

IN KINGSMAN

EVEN IN FREAKING EDDIE THE EAGLE

I JUST LOVE HIM AND HIS FACE AND HIS ACCENT AND HIS PERSONALITY LIKE I JUST WANNA DATE HIM NOT EVEN MAKE OUT OR SEX IT UP I LITERALLY JUST WANT TO GO TO DINNER AND A MOVIE WITH THIS HOE

AND HE CAN SING SOMEONE SEND HELP SEND HELP IMMEDIATELY I LOVE HIM I HOPE HE NEVER SEES THIS TRASH

With All My Heart - Part 3

Word Count: 2266

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None really. Maybe some self deprecation

A/N: Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine. 

Feedback and constructive criticism always welcome

With All My Heart Masterlist


“Emz…stop. Just stop.” She was driving you insane trying to find something for you to wear. You were comfortable in jeans and a cute top but she was insisting on trying to find a dress or a skirt, which in your closet she’d never find. You’d relented enough when you let her put makeup on your face, telling you that you still looked like death warmed over and you needed it. “He would’ve told me if we were going someplace fancy.”

“He’s an actor! Of course it’s gonna be fancy!”

“He’s not like that.” You tried to reason with her but she was always somewhat unreasonable. “He’s really…normal.” You couldn’t stop the smile from forming on your face just thinking about him, but you quickly tried to hide it. You couldn’t let yourself fall for him so fast. Nothing ever worked out well for you, why should this?

“Hey.” Emma’s hand squeezed your shoulder and you looked up at her from where you sat on the edge of your bed. “Get out from inside your head, Y/N/N. He’s not gonna be like the other guys. I have a good feeling about this one.”

You hesitated when you heard the knock on the door, glancing back up at Emma with panic in your eyes. Emma pulled you up and clapped you on the back, pushing you towards your front door and following you out to your living room. You placed one hand on the door and took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves before you swung the door open, revealing Jensen standing there, smiling at you. “Hey.” He smiled. “You look beautiful.”

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Bloodlines - Part 1

A/N: Based off of the song “Heathens” by Twenty One Pilots, this will be a multichapter fic with either a lyric being a chapter title, or the headers to break down the thought process of the chapter. None of the lyrics are mine, and they are all in bold - Again, I do not claim to own them, all credit where credit is due.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Word Count: 2,500 (Not including lyrics.)

Warnings: None that I know of.

Beautiful people who helped me when I came to them with this crazy idea and said to run with it: @wheresthekillswitch @obsessed-withthe-hales @aworldmadeforme@life-what-life-i-dont-have-one

Coming back to Beacon Hills was supposed to be uneventful. Yet somehow, you are now stuck in the middle of two worlds you didn’t even know existed yesterday. Now between both worlds, but not belonging to either, you try to forge your own way, finding out that some ties are stronger than bloodlines.

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can’t wait to hear you scream

in which nico and will watch a scary movie. kind of.

read on ao3

::

Nico had believed Will when he’d said that he’d hated horror movies.

The thing was, he apparently didn’t grasp how much Nico hated horror movies.

“Do you wanna turn it off?” Nico asks, cautiously, because they’re sitting in his home living room, and while Nico is sitting cross-legged on the floor, elbow deep in a bowl of salted popcorn, Will is currently lying on the sofa.

Not only lying on the sofa, but buried in blankets. Most of them have been removed from his actual body and instead are just covering his face.

“No,” Will says, voice muffled. “I’m good.”

Nico raises his eyebrow. On the screen, some horrible horror slasher move happens. Nico isn’t really paying attention, but he’s pretty sure that there is blood spraying everywhere. Some teenager screams.

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The Tale of the Legendary Spoop

(not the LARP camp I work at, but the one I volunteer at- the high-immersion one for teens up in the mountains)

One time, I really really wanted to scare the shit out of the kids. So, I dressed up as a spooky ghost lady. My friend did skull-like makeup on me, I wore a long white dress, and I took my hair down (brown, and waist-length). I had my hair over my face, and then I put on a veil. 

A bit after one in the morning, I started singing ring around the rosy in a slow, high-pitched voice in the woods outside their camp. The kid on watch woke everyone else up, and they proceeded to half freak out trying to figure out what was going on. I couldn’t see for shit, since it was dark and I wasn’t wearing my glasses, so I had to feel out every step I took, which allowed me to do a creepy, jerky, zombie-ish stumble.

I entered their camp, and they were all huddled in the center, pointing swords at me and trying to decide if I was friendly or not. I approached them until I was maybe 5 feet away from the group. One of the girls steps out in front, holding out her hand to me and saying “it’s ok, we don’t want to hurt you-” as soon as she got close enough to almost touch me, I RIPPED OF MY VEIL AND SCREAMED AS LOUD AS I COULD RIGHT IN HER FACE

and THE WHOLE GROUP JUST FELL OVER

like 8 or 9 kids just tumbling to the ground it was hilarious

a fellow volunteer later told me it looked like a fus ro dah

anyway I kept haunting their camp for a while, basically stumbling vaguely towards them while they scrambled away, and I was singing whatever bits of songs I could remember that sounded vaguely creepy, such as

-ring around the rosy

-johnny cash (hurt, ain’t no grave)

-green fields of france

-the Halo 3 theme

-bookends (simon and garfunkel)

-spooky scary skeletons

i’d sing really high-pitched and slow, and on the long notes i’d slide out of tune 

and they kept mishearing what I was singing as SO MUCH CREEPIER THAN IT ACTUALLY WAS

one time I dropped down and did a rapid spidery crawl (like the girl from the Ring) at them and they FREAKED

I couldn’t do it for too long because i kept stepping on my hair.

There were multiple teenagers crying. One actually went and took himself out-of-game because he was so freaked. It was beautiful.

(don’t worry, they had fun).

at one point, the only other adult in camp (the plot lead, who was with the teens at the time, playing as himself, but he totally knew the spoopy ghost thing was coming) decided to try and take me down, and ran up to me and grabbed me, literally lifting me from the ground

i was like ????? because we hadn’t had enough time to discuss the spoopy ghost lady’s abilities- i.e. if I could take more than the normal amount of sword blows before dropping, if I could deal any damage (I couldn’t, I was literally unarmed) so I was like well, idk wtf to do here, so i just turned around and screamed in his face until he put me down, and he told me later that him releasing me wasn’t acting, he was literally too paralyzed to do anything

it was hella fun, so about a year later I decided to bring back the spoopy ghost lady (the kids had decided to call her Ashes). I approached the camp again and started singing and i hear “GODDAMN IT! FUCK! FUCKING SHIT!” etc. and I walked in and started my spoopy routine again (afterwords, someone told me that they were literally just talking about me and that one of them had looked at her watch and said “Ashes showed up at about 1:30 last time” and literally right then I started singing).

Highlights from the second time include:

-one of them gave me a fucking sword for no goddamn reason, and then proceeded to attack me. So I knocked him out and threw the sword at him.

- “She’s not that scary, she’s not that scary, she’s not- *I turn and look at him* FUCK”

- *standing over body of unconscious kid* “FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! YOU CAN’T HAVE HIM”

- *I stumble towards him* “FUCK NEVERMIND YOU CAN HAVE HIM” *runs away*

-quiet sobs

-louder sobs

- “she’s gonna do the thing she’s gonna do the thing she’s-” *I drop down and spider crawl at them* “FUCK SHIT I TOLD YOU SHE’S DOING IT”

- kid: “Tell me what you want, what you really want!” me: *internally suppresses urge to go so tell me what you want, what you really really want*

- fellow volunteer (who had decided to join the kid’s camp as himself, literally so he could be there to watch me spoop) tries to sneak up behind me, I wrap my veil around his neck and “choke” him (not really, but it looked real)

-next day at checkout, when I walk up to the group (not in costume, duh) to see them off: “fuck you Katt”

Getting Advice

gif is not mine

Title: Getting Advice

Characters: Michael x reader, Gabriel, Lucifer

Word Count: 714

Warnings: none

A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you all enjoy this. I love you all so much! <3

Request: Can I request a Michael imagine where he is interested in the reader but is confused about his new crush, but gets some advice from his bros?

Michael tried his best to not involve himself with other humans.  However, when he met you he couldn’t help himself.  The archangel seemed to fall head over heels in love with you.  The way you laughed, the way you smiled, and most of all, you as a whole, changed the way he saw humans.  Whenever he contemplated his feelings for you, he would become perplexed.  He knew what these feelings were, but he had no idea how to act on them.  He needed advice, and who was better suited for the job than his own brothers?

Michael approached his brothers, who seemed to look up at him as soon as he walked up to them.  Gabriel arched an eyebrow, glancing over at Lucifer who had a smirk on his lips.

“Michael is there a reason you’ve called me to heaven,” Lucifer asked, seemingly amused by the whole ordeal.  “This wouldn’t happen to be about [Y/N] would it?”  Lucifer knew about you, he made it his business to know about you.

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things you said // nurseydex

a/n: took a break from my swawesome santa (also need a beta for that hmu if ur interested) to churn out some cheesy nurseydex. it……has been a rough few weeks. hope this makes some ppl smile. 6k, those Corny But Classic™ ‘things you said’ prompts.

things you said that surprised me

Don’t get Nursey wrong, he loves a good Kegster – sweaty, loud, beer spilling down the front of his shirt, the Haus practically pulsing with a mix off Holster’s iPod – but he thinks there may or may not be something to say for just hanging out in the living room with the guys, smoking weed or watching TV or just talking, piled on top of each other across the couch and happily enclosed in the trademark Haus Bubble.

It’s almost better than the rush he gets from crowdsurfing or dancing on the kitchen table, he thinks, digging his toes further beneath Dex’s legs. Dex pauses just to throw a halfhearted glare in his direction before taking a swallow of beer. 

Something at the bottom of Nursey’s stomach flutters, immediately followed by a silent, internal berating. Get it together, you weirdo.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! So I know you don't have a tag for it but I've one through all the podfics you've listed on the blog and I'm in need of some more! Is there anyway you can do another list? They're great for work

DAMN SON!  That was a lot of podfic to get through, I salute you  ;)  Anything for a fellow connoisseur, here’s part 2!  These are all on my ipod, and ones I’ve enjoyed.  Again, this means they’re all rated mature at a minimum so lots of porn, lol.  Enjoy!  -Emmy

Originally posted by foxyconda

Monday I Can Fall Apart But By Friday I’m in Love read by RsCreighton 

(30-45 Minutes I Mature I Sterek)  *mpreg, a/b/o, modern au

It’s just past five in the morning and Stiles is barely awake, wearing only sleep pants that hang low below his pregnant belly, and he can’t get the damned brand new jar of decaf coffee open. But he has a neighbor, and he’s too tired to think that waking someone else up at this hour might not be the best (or politest) of ideas.

Boy Next Door Nice read by RsCreighton 

(30-45 Minutes I Explicit I Danny/Stiles)

Saying Stiles was weird was like saying space was big. It didn’t nearly do it justice. But he was the sort of weird that knew Danny could be bought. So what if his excuses were terrible, his hands were warm and his mouth literally begging to be shut up? Danny can deal. Right?

Let the Cameras Roll read by chemm80 

(30-45 Minutes I Explicit I Danny/Stiles)  *porn au I LOVE THIS FIC!!

Danny adjusted to college life quickly, eventually working his way into the amateur porn industry. Things are going great until he unwittingly books a shoot with Stiles.

The Alexandrian Solution read by Hananobira  

(30-45 Minutes I Explicit I Sterek)  so cute omg

“I accept your body!” Stiles says hurriedly. “I accept you. Sexually.”

There is a pause. Derek says, “Thanks.”

A surprise comedy knotting story. You have a lot to answer for, Twitter fandom.

Touchpaper read by dodificus 

(45-60 Minutes I Mature I Sterek)  *voyeur Danny

Danny is bruised. Their werewolf drama has officially bruised Danny. This is the worst day ever.

Our Imperfect World read by readbythilia (thilia) 

(1-1.5 Hours I Explicit I Steter)  *agoraphobia

Not long after his eighteenth birthday, Peter wakes up with a small, white scar on his finger. Most people are born with scars that match their soulmate’s, or get one in their early childhood. Peter thought he just wasn’t meant to have anybody. The sudden arrival of his soulmate (in Beacon Hills, no less) is just the beginning of his life’s complications. After the fire at the Hale House, Peter’s subsequent coma, and death, he comes back to life to find that his mate has developed a crippling case of agoraphobia. Will he learn to be the sort of person a scared young man could love, or will he remain a monster?

Podfic of taylorpotato’s Our Imperfect World

(Not So) Pure Imagination read by readbythilia (thilia) 

(3-3.5 Hours I Explicit I Sterek)  *dubcon

“There is a world where whenever someone fantasizes about you, you can physically feel it, but you have no idea who is thinking it about you.”

Stiles knows it’s wrong, but he’s been Fantasizing about Derek and he can’t bring himself to stop. Derek doesn’t know who’s taken an interest in him, but he’s enjoying it way more than he probably should.

By and By (series) read by dodificus

(4-4.5 Hours I Teen-Explicit I Sterek) *dubcon, underage  Heed the warnings, this is a twisted but really good fic, and the companion of seeing it from the Sheriff’s and then Derek’s POV is a trip

Part 1: creepy never looked so cute - or, how Sheriff Stiles accidentally adopted a juvenile offender. (another) pyromaniac au. 

Part 2: Derek isn’t exactly like other people. Stiles doesn’t say that because he’s in love with him, or whatever. He’s not like Scott, who thinks Allison hung the freaking moon, or was the first girl to ever let a guy under her bra. Derek isn’t like other people. Sometimes he’s not exactly sane.psychopaths in love - the story from Derek & Stiles’s side.

Stand Fast in Your Enchantments read by chemm80 

(7.5-8 Hours I Explicit I Sterek)  *forced shift!derek, kidnapping, au, spark!stiles

“Stiles knew damn well what a pissed-off wolf sounded like, and every hair on the back of his neck was telling him that somewhere in this room was a very pissed-off werewolf.” An AU in which Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they eat a lot of fast food.

Cornerstone read by Jinxy 

(10-15 Hours I Explicit I Sterek)  *blind!stiles, human au, marine!derek, ptsd

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

Tiny Houses read by Jinxy 

(10-15 Hours I Explicit I Sterek)  *mpreg, rape/noncon. dubcon

 “So this is what Stiles does. He lies in Scott’s bed and waits for Melissa to say she’s found someone to get it out of him, to cure him of the wrongness and the bad, and he dreams.

 God, he dreams.

 He dreams of fire and swollen bellies and that scene in Alien, of giving birth to jackals through his urethra, the whole horrific nine yards. His head is a terrible place to be, he can’t imagine his stomach is much better, why anyone would want to put a thing inside of it.”

Auston Matthews #1 - Gold Medal, Baby!

Originally posted by willynylanders

A/N - ugh i got so carried away while writing this i loved it so much. so yeah, now I have a 5 page document about being a canadian national team diver at the world championships. that doesn’t even mention auston matthews until like the third page. I basically wrote this 2.5k pic about this prompt, realized that ppl are prob not going to want to read about moral courage and determination then cut it down to just the cute sappy parts with ma boi aus. message me if you want the full version, i think it adds to the whole emotional effect of this

for the prompt: Anon: Hi you’re such a good writer! Please can you do one where the reader is a diver for Canada and has her last competition and Auston surprises her?

(also thanks bby <3 i love when i see messages like this)

_X_

As soon as your hands touched the water and your body slipped perfectly in the pool right after, you knew it. You had the performance of a lifetime at the World Diving Championships in Bangladesh and were fighting for first place with this last dive. You couldn’t help the smile that broke onto your face when you knew that you had nailed it. When your face reemerged from the water you were enveloped in the sound of the crowd, which was the first time you really noticed how loud the fans were all meet. You swam to the edge of the pool and pulled yourself up and immediately ran to your coach. He was wiping a tear from his cheek when you practically launched yourself over the barrier to wrap him in a hug. You separated and he held your hands while waiting for the results.

It felt like an eternity. You hopped from foot to foot holding your breath, not caring that now that you were out of the water you were starting to get very cold. When the results came in, you couldn’t even help your reaction: your coach screamed something incoherent in your ear and you jumped into his arms once more in a bone-crushing hug. You could feel the happy tears stinging at your eyes and you stayed in the arms of your coach for a long time. You couldn’t even get your head around it. You did it; you won. You were the World Champion of the Women’s 3m Diving.

“Look behind you,” your coach said when you finally pulled away. You turned around assuming that the camera crew wanted a shot and you gave a big wave and blew a kiss at the camera. “No, behind that. Look at your family.” You scanned the crowd and located them quickly by the sheer volume of their cheers and the almost obnoxious amount of Team Canada apparel they were sporting. A megawatt smile broke out onto your face when you made eye contact with your family and you shot them a thumbs up which they returned. Right when you were about to turn around to go find your best friend on the international circuit, Aifeng Xing from China, who came second and celebrate with her, you noticed him.

Standing right between your parents wearing an obnoxious bandana and Canadian muscle shirt was your boyfriend, Auston Matthews. Your jaw dropped and it took you a second to process what was happening. How did Auston manage to get all the way to Budapest without you knowing? And more importantly, why did Auston take so much time out of his schedule to see you compete?

In that moment, Aifeng wrapped you up in a hug and you held her for a bit, both trading congrats and I love you’s and so happy’s in English and Mandarin. When you separated you wanted nothing more than to run over to your family and boyfriend and share this moment with them but the camera crew lined you, Aifeng, and your American rival Mindy LeRoy up for a picture. You smiled and said congratulations to Mindy, who pretended to be gracious.

You grabbed the towel and clothes from your coach and threw them on to go and run over to your family at last when an interviewer pulled you to the side.

“(Y/N) how do you feel being the first female Canadian diving to win a World Championships, in your last competition no less?” some woman that you vaguely remember seeing at CBC asked you.

“Honestly it’s such a surreal feeling.” you breathed out, “but right now I just really need to go be with my family and boyfriend who flew all the way from Toronto to surprise me.” you managed to force out before running, somewhat childishly, over to where Auston was leaning over the railing. You jumped up to him and he picked you off the ground a bit, arms grasping tight under your shoulders with your arms going around his neck. In the back of your mind you realized that this was going to be all over sports media back home but right now you really didn’t care. You were on top of the world and the only things you could hear was Auston’s voice in your ear saying how proud he was of you and the distant sound of your mom crying and your dad cheering. When you pulled back, Auston set you back on the ground before leaning down some more and kissing you soundly on the lips.

Yep. There go the cameras.

“Gold medal, baby!” he smiled big at you.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” you shouted up at him

“You really think I would miss this?” he replied, “I love you so much (Y/N) and I am so ridiculously proud of you. But that is also the most nervous I have been in my entire life.”

“I can’t believe you are actually wearing a Canadian flag muscle shirt and maple leaf bandana right now.” you laughed.

“Not gonna lie, it hurt a bit putting it on,” the ever-patriotic Auston laughed, “but I’d do anything for you.”

If you could smile any bigger than you were already, your face would probably threaten to split into two. You moved away and shared an emotional hug and a couple words with your parents and siblings before you were pulled away to finish your interviews. You quickly pulled on the rest of your clothes and re-did your hair while listening to the interviewer’s questions. You answered a couple about the significance of this win and if it changes your plans of retirement. You also answered some more backhanded questions from American media about your long-standing rivalry with Mindy that you smiled through and wished her the best in the rest of her career. Finally came the question about your relationship that you were just waiting for,

“So we saw you run off after your dive to your boyfriend, who is a professional hockey star back home. What is it like having such a large, close, support group like you do?”

“Honestly, I owe all my success to them. I wouldn’t be here today without the sacrifices that my family made for me and I don’t think I can ever truly repay them. As for Auston, I am the luckiest girl in the world for everything that he does. He is truly beyond words.” you gushed producing a chorus of aww’s from the little group of media and some of the fans. After all the questions were asked, you were ushered to the medal ceremony where you got a little more than misty eyed when the Canadian anthem played and you saw the flag raise at the top of the podium.

_X_

“Oh my god, (Y/F/N)(Y/L/N), I need to get your autograph!” Auston exclaimed the next morning when you woke up beside him in the hotel room the next morning.

“Aus, what are you doing? It is too early for me to understand your jokes.” you mumbled while wrapping your arms around his bare torso and snuggling closer to him.

He wrapped his arms around you in return and tucked your head under his chin so that you were flush against him, “You’re famous now! I need to get an autograph so I can sell it on eBay and make tons of money.” he explained.

“Auston.” you sighed, “You are literally the saviour of an Original Six team: you already make more money than you know what to do with, and if you really wanted to sell something on eBay you would make 3 times whatever you could get for something from me by selling something stupid of yours, like your sock.”

“Whatever.” he smiled and placed a kiss to the top of your head, “Mitch has been sending me pictures all day, apparently we are all over TSN now.”

“Oh, really?” you looked up at him, “What are they saying?”

“Just that we are the greatest athlete power couple of our generation. They caught your runaway from your interview to see me all on camera and now everyone is obsessed with us. We inspired a TSN countdown of the greatest relationships in sports.  And apparently there was a really creepy segment from some network i don’t recognize talking about how we need to have babies and train them to be the ultimate athletes. Then the discussion devolved into two middle-aged white dudes arguing about whether or not if we banged and had kids, which country they would compete for.”

“Oh my god.” you laughed into his chest.

“But you want to see my favourite?” he asked

“Mmhmm” you mumbled. Auston reached around you and pulled his phone off the bedside table. When he turned on his phone you could see that the lock screen had changed. Now instead of it being a picture of you too with ice cream on your faces after an impromptu ice cream war, it has been replaced with a new picture you’ve never seen before that makes you gasp. It is taken from the side and shows Auston leaning over the railing and holding you in your still-wet suit and hair still a sloppy mess in a tight hug. The background is faded is faded but the moment of pure happiness and elation is captured in perfect definition and you can see the way you can’t control the grin on your face and Auston’s adoration is written all over his face while he’s kissing your cheek.

“..oh auston…” you smile, “that is incredible.”

“You are incredible babe.” he kisses you on the lips again, “Each and every day I continue to be amazed at what you do.”

You blush and smack his chest playfully, “You’re such a sap.” you giggle.

“Gold medal, baby!”

_X_

yeah so that was really long… oh well! again: message me if you want to read the full version, I personally really like it lol

anonymous asked:

Could some one do an analysis on Sora's character on 0.2? Like do you think he was just pushing his feelings away when Yensid was blaming him and Sora's like "whatever!" when earlier he was clearly upset.

Basically. Like, suffice to say, this…

…is not an “everything’s okay” face.

(Side note: I really forgot how creepy the graphics in this game look.)

He clearly doesn’t like the idea that he’s not good enough.

He was fine when he failed the exam because, hey, Riku passed, and that’s what matters. Sora was never really invested in the exam, anyway.

But to think that he’s less powerful than he should be – less able to help than he should be – that’s what gets him.

But immediately after this shot, he puts on a happy face and goes, “Whatever! Happens all the time!” Which is factually true. Sora’s powers do get reset a lot. But he’s clearly just acting. It’s a very “Sora” move.

He’s very “fake it till you make it.”

It’s pretty directly comparable to the famous moment from Kingdom Hearts 1, with the big, obviously, deliberately fake smile. He’s not happy. But he’ll pretend. He’ll pretend until he makes it true. It’s his way of coping.

You get the feeling that Sora’s not very good at coping with hard feelings. But he also knows that. He knows that if he slows down or stops and lets himself start feeling bad, he’s not going to know how to pull himself out of it.

So, instead, he keeps moving. Keeps smiling. Keeps doing everything he’s supposed to be doing, as if everything’s alright, and that’s how he gives himself the strength to eventually make everything alright. He keeps his chin up. Not because he isn’t sad, but just because it’s all he knows how to do.

But that’s not to say he’s acting throughout the entire scene. When Yen Sid suggests that he go see Hercules for help, his mood changes completely.

He has a path, now. He has a plan. He has a way to get better, and it just so happens to involve hanging out with one of his best friends. He’s good with that. That, he can do.

- Mod A.

Out of Your League (Hercules Mulligan x Reader)

Word Count: 1012

Request/Summary: “Hercules x reader 5 and 38″ - @hydroartitst444​ 

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AU: Modern

Warnings: None

A/N-I’m sorry this ended up having so much Leggy, I couldn’t resist my ship.


“They’re cute, you should ask them out.” Alexander’s voice in Hercules’ ear dragged him out of his daze.

“Way out of my league.” Hercules responded, continuing to stare at the person across the room.

“Okay, can you at least stop staring? It’s kinda creepy.” John commented. Herc straightened his posture and turned to look at his friends.

“Who?” Peggy asked, leaning into Lafayette and throwing her head back to finish off whatever fruity drink was in her hand. He ducked his head down to kiss the top of her head.

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materassassino  asked:

I love the idea of mixed race Lance, but it's also true that a lot of Latinx people look white. People get way too touchy about this subject. White or white-passing heritage and a Scottish surname does not erase his existence as a Latino and a man of colour. (I'm not, like, mad at you, just venting at you. :'D)

yeah literally either way he is from Cuba and Latino and people are really creepy talking like every country outside of the US is 100% pure blooded whatever. There is people of all races everywhere.
Also though several of his siblings(??) are, Lance isn’t white passing either. Doesn’t really make any of them less latinx than he is