i love this shout for some reason

a message to white wlw tumblr

If for some reason you’re making a positivity post and you’re giving a shout out to poc, for the love of god, stop employing “poc” as an adjective

I see white wlw saying things like “support poc lesbians uwu” and it’s transparent. poc literally stands for People of Colour. if you wanna talk about wlwoc, say wlwoc! sapphic woc! lbpq woc! w/e. because right now it seems like you’re using the term as a substitute for “coloured” which is a big nope

who cares | 11 (m) ✓

• pairing: kim seokjin x oc
• genre/warnings: angst, adultery mentions, mature themes, smut && fluff
• words: 8,762
→ summary: what happens when Taehyung falls for someone who’s already taken? Can he control his feelings or will they take over and render him powerless? In the end is it all her fault or his…?
• note. inspired by Dean’s album 130: trbl

» playlist | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11

a/n: the end is finally here! This last chapter is more of a separate entity of who cares as a series, and definitely shows the process of repairing a broken relationship. Thank you for reading! It’s been a whirlwind! Oh, and p.s! I’m really thinking of writing a oneshot where Taehyung finds love~ so look out for that one day!

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Hey my loves, so.. my first ever recolor was this amazing bathing suit by @strange-girl-sims and well, it came out okay, but it was literally the first thing I ever did - so I revisited it and kept some of my favorite patterns and added some new ones. So anyway there are two files: one has 15 ombres and the other has 24 patters. 12 pattern tops with solid bottoms and 12 pattern bottoms with solid tops. I plan to do this suit in solids as well as in anchors (because I can and I love anchors stop judging me!!) I am probably also going to do some in all patterns. I don’t know I am obsessed with this bathing suit.. or recoloring bathing suits in general but I am….



anyways.. you know the drill.. hit that reblog button. give me some hearts! bring me chocolate! give me hugs! tell me you love me.. all that good stuff. I love you all very much. 

Shout out to @enticingsims for no reason other than being my other half.

hello everyone!! i recently hit my first big goal so i decided it’s a good reason to make my first follow forever!! i wanted to show appreciation for my lovely mutuals, you really make this place so fun!! thank you for making my dash look so beautiful ♡  sorry if i excluded anyone, some people changed urls and i couldn’t find them… and if you’re following me from a sideblog i could forget to check it ;;

special shout out to @leejinks for teaching me pretty much everything photoshop related, i’m sorry i’m so dumb but you can’t escape me, ily too

to @jimissi​ aka my bro. my lovely dude. thank you for loving and accepting me as i am, i know that even that pineapple discourse can’t tear us apart

anyway here’s a list of some really wonderful people, thank you sososo much for following me!! ♡

favorites are bolded

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Steve Rogers Imagine

Requested: Anonymous

Imagine: Imagine where Reader is a shy/introverted scientist for Tony Stark and Natasha tries to encourage Steve to ask her out for a lunch date? 💕

A/N: it’s long ;3

Warning: None

You stood there with the boxes in your arms, obviously it was dragging you down because of the weight. You didn’t have that strong of arms, but you still somehow managed to carry the load of stuff inside the boxes. Most of the objects in the box were glass tubes, stuff that you use for science experiments pretty much. You were the scientist for Tony Stark, which you still had no idea why, because you thought you were very introverted and shy. The ding from the elevator finally rang and you straightened your back and puffed out your chest.

The door opens and reveals your boss, Steve Rogers, or as everyone calls him, Captain.

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Die For You. (Min Yoongi.)

Requested – No.

Prompt – This imagine was inspired by the song, Die For You by the Weeknd. Yoongi and you are friends with benefits but Yoongi starts gaining feelings for you making it a bit complicated.

Warning – Smut, angst, and cursing.

Words – 2,661.


The lights were flashing around the room as sweaty bodies were swarming around.  The music was blasting loudly in everyone’s ear, but no one seemed to care as they continued to dance provocatively. The scent of alcohol lingered as the cups were distributed in various places of the small area. The atmosphere was toxic, but it was addictive being in a location where the main focus was forgetting the problems that went along with everyone’s lives.

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For some reason I hit 4k followers a few days ago which is ?? crazy?? Thank you so much for sticking with me, I love you guys so much ♡  I wanted to use this excuse to show some love myself to all the amazing people I follow, you make my dash such a cool place ♡

First of all, a shout-out to my awesome irl friends, @alwaysastonished, @flamboyant-pistachio, @imaginedracaris@not-justafayz, @romanticswimmingmaniacrin@tellmeaboutthedreamwhere and @uwantsomesugar, I miss you guys so much :’)

mutuals, ultimate faves

a - c

@abrcxasmalfoy@adrianivashkcvs@adriansydney / @aeryastark / @alecsizzy@alicelongbottom / @aly-naith / @amysantigao / @arthurpendragonns / @asheathes@avadakedevra / @bane-magnus / @barryallhan@baskervielle / @bbellamyblake@bellamyblake / @bellarkism @benbornes / @bensolcs / @blakelivey / @blcise / @bobmorleyisking@catstrophically@cho-chang / @chodear / @clarkegrifin@collinslily @cressdernel@cruvcio 

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@dailyprophet@davienci / @dclete@deaans / @driacomalfoy@drocomalfoy / @durmstrang@elevenell@euryhdice / @fanfic-yes-please@fleurrdelacour@fjrebolt / @freckledrebelking / @geraltsyennefer / @ginevra17@ginnyebaker@ginnywaeslay / @grriphook / @gxnevras@gxnnyweasley / @harley-quinn / @herrmiione@herrmione / @invydia / @johnmurpyh@katiebells@khazbrekker @kestraltrajan / @lemonysniicket / @lilabard@lillabard@lilycolloway / @lindseymorgan@lunascope@lyndsyfonseca 

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@maisiewilliaims / @malfoys@mavencalore@meraudurs / @milliebobby / @mirandahamiltons @mollyprewett / @mythohs@ninazeanik@obsscurial / @occlumencia / @owvlery@percyweaslye / @perksofbeingafanboy / @petuniaevans / @puveblood@queenis@ravnclaws@ricchardmadden@richardpapan@scorpiusmlfy@scottmcclaws@siriusblacc / @sirxusblack@slyherin@starksren / @starcwars / @starwar / @theprincessleia / @thirstyalec@tiniagoldstein / @veronicaslodges@vernondursley / @wetbellamyblake @willgrcham / @wvlanvanecks / @zoyalina​

Hope I didn’t forget anyone! Love you all ♡

I don’t have a shred of maternal instinct in me...

…but sometimes I have kid feels.

I had a patient today, an adorable seven year old girl who was really brave as I treated an injury of hers.  As I patched her up, she asked what was hanging around my neck, so I explained to her that it was my stethoscope and I use it to listen to peoples heartbeats and breathing to tell if they’re sick.  She was fascinated, but she was having a tough time with her treatment, so I promised her that if she was a brave girl and let me finish, I’d let her borrow it for a few minutes when I was done so she could hear her mum’s heartbeat.  She was excited and while she was still a bit squirmy and scared, she got through the rest of the treatment like a champ and so I handed over my tubes for a few minutes as I cleaned up and as I looked back at her listening to mum’s heart, I realized that the look of wonderment on a child’s face, the glimmer of excitement in their eyes, the headiness of new experience…. these things are precious, and beautiful, and it warmed my heart so damn much I can’t stop smiling thinking about it.

You go, girl.  

You learn, explore, ask questions, seek answers, create, be inspired, inspire: never stop.  Never let go of that wonderment.

Thank you for showing me the beauty of enthusiasm again.  It’s something I so desperately need in this sick, sad world some days.

Please tell me we didn’t have sex last night (1/4)

Summary: Waking up with the worst hangover ever Abby, a second-year medical student, has absolutely no recollection of getting home from last night’s party. So imagine her surprise when she wakes up naked in her bed with nobody other than Marcus, third-year law student and general pain in her ass, Kane. Just what the hell happened last night??!

Inspired by the following prompt: How about Kabby at university and they end up together in bed after a party? Bonus if they aren’t really friends but have a lot of unresolved sexual tension :D

Abby wakes up to a pounding head and her mouth feeling as dry as a desert. Groaning, she tries to open her eyes, but the light that’s pouring into the room quickly makes her clench them shut again.

I’m never drinking again

Not only is she experiencing what has the potential to grow into a massive hangover, her pillow also seems to be breathing? Realising that she’s not alone in her bed and that yes, she is naked and so is the body she’s lying on top of, Abby feels a panic attack coming up. Her body tenses as she tries to wrack her brain on how the hell she not only ended up naked with another person in her bed but most importantly with whom.

The last thing she remembers from last night’s party is playing several games of beer pong with Callie before ending up on a couch drinking, she thinks whisky, with, oh no, Marcus stuck-up Kane. Abby’s almost scared to lift her head, but she rationalises, even in her drunken state she wouldn’t have sunk so low as to sleep with Kane. Right?!

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wild and untamed thing

The Rocky Horror Picture Show holds a very special place in my heart. In terms of not only exposing me to, but also allowing me to fulfill my own raw sexual and performative desires, but also in simply being able to be myself, RHPS has had the biggest impact on my life , bar none. The film brings out these raw desires. Some of them are simple, like a desire to wear a corset, heels, and feather boa, and just feel fucking sexy. Some of them are built on my desire to not dream it, but be it. And some of them, are honestly just built on me wanting to give myself over to pleasure. No other film, book, piece of music or play, has had an impact like that in my life.

The first time I encountered RHPS in terms of it actually having an impact on my life, was when I saw Glee have an episode in their second series in which they perform songs from the play. That episode came out in 2010, so I would have been 13 at the time. As it was Glee, a lot of what makes RHPS, the RHPS, was left out. However, one thing I remember from that episode was seeing Science Fiction, Double Feature being performed for the first time. That really stuck with me. I don’t know if it was the lips, or the song itself, or the dripping blood in the opening titles. But something about that song really resonated with me. I still can’t really put my finger on why it does, despite the fact it’s my favorite song from the movie. Maybe it’s the whole, “I wanna go-oh oh” bit, who knows. But either way, it’s a song I adore. Both the up beat stage version, and the slower film version. I love lip syncing to it in my room. I’d love to play the Usherette in a stage show of RHPS. I hope that’ll happen someday.

The next time I remember encountering the film in a larger sense, was when I was 16 or so. Me and two of my best friends had a shared love of the film. They had seen it more times than I had, but from what I had seen of the film (which, admittedly, was mostly just Sweet Transvestite and Science Fiction, Double Feature), I loved it just the same. Watching it when I was older though was different, as a lot of things had changed. Firstly, at the time, I was out as bisexual. While I now identify as pan, from around 2011-2016, I was out as bi. Which was a huge difference, as when I saw snippets of the film, and it’s cover in Glee, that was pre-my acceptance of my sexuality, and pre-my sexual awakening. Also, watching it when I was 16, was after me starting to be honest with myself about my gender identity, and what I enjoy. Even in things as simple as makeup. While I didn’t actually wear makeup properly until I was 18 and at university, seeing the film once I was honest with myself about wanting to take a sledgehammer to gender roles made me see it in an entirely different way. I didn’t see Frank N’Furter as just a camp character. I saw them as *me*. I really do relate to them. I wanted to be them. 

I think that viewing of the RHPS, in my best friends’ living room, was probably one of the most important evenings of my life in terms of sexual awakenings. I didn’t see the songs as just songs. I didn’t see the characters as just characters. I really saw myself in that film. I wanted Frank N’Furters lipstick and eye makeup. I wanted to wear a corset and heels, with a big feather boa, and have sex in a swimming pool with a group of people. I wanted to be like Janet Weiss, and just feel released - and let out all of my pent up sexual frustrations. I really wanted all of those things. For the first time, I realized what I wanted. I realized my deeply suppressed desires. I realized how badly I just wanted to be fucked. I realized how badly I wanted to dress a certain way. I realized just how provocative these things could be, and I loved it. The Rocky Horror Picture Show made me realize what I wanted in a way nothing, or nobody else has ever done before. Deep down, when you take away everything I am out of necessity, I’m just a kinky, transgressive, corset loving, makeup obsessed, freak. And I fucking love that. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So, why am I even talking about the RHPS in the first place? Well, I always wanted to talk about what I’ve just mentioned with you guys, as the film has clearly had such a prolific impact on my life. But the time felt right now. Last night, I had a new experience with the film. Up until last night, I’d only seen the film in two settings - watching it on my own in my room, and watching it with my best friends on occasion. However, last night, my cherry was popped. I went to a midnight screening of the film, with audience participation, and a shadow cast performing on a stage in front of the film. And it was the fucking best night of my life.

I’ve never been in an environment like that, where I truly felt like I belonged. Even LGBT+ activities can be divisive on the grounds of what your sexuality or gender identity is. But not RHPS. Everyone was in that theater for one common reason - to go fucking wild while we watched our favorite film. There was no divisiveness. No open disagreement as to who we loved most, or hated most. Everyone called Janet a slut, and everyone called Brad an ass hole. Everyone shouted at the cues, and stood up and did the time warp with one another. Everyone threw toilet paper at each other, and thew cards in the air. In some way or another, everyone was dressed up. Whether people were just wearing some over the top makeup, or a full on costume. It was the most fucking incredible atmosphere I’ve ever experienced. 

What stuck out for me most about last night was the person playing Frank N’Furter. I’d never seen someone with so much confidence, or someone who exuded sexuality like that. They seemed just, so genuinely happy. So in love with what they were doing. It was almost like watching me, euphorically lip syncing to Sweet Transvestite in my bedroom, but in a packed theatre. Where everyone is in love, and encouraging you. Where nobody would care if they jumped on you, and dry humped you, and played with you during their lip syncing. It was an incredible sight. And it made me realize exactly what I want to do. It made me realize who I am, and what I want to be. It bought me back to one of my favorite songs in the film, which says the following, and says it all about how I felt last night, and really, how I’ve felt for a long time;

Whatever happened to Fay Wray?
That delicate satin draped frame
As it clung to her thigh, how I started to cry
Cause I wanted to be dressed just the same…

Give yourself over to absolute pleasure
Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh
Erotic nightmares beyond any measure
And sensual daydreams to treasure forever
Can’t you just see it?

Don’t dream it - be it.

all my love, stay beautiful, and stay safe,

Violet. xo

Fandom can be stressful, for so many reasons. Ship fighting, anti’s and general asshats can wear you down.
We are blessed because we have some amazing gif makers. @dixonscarol @wicked-chocolatine @na-burma-leve among others.
We are also blessed with artists that make us smile, tug at our heart strings, and fill us full of joy. @passportcolor @lavicero @wolffuchs @mignonripleycat @madwomanlexie @madcorvus and many many more.
Let’s not forget the ff writers that take the time to make beautiful ff. @halohunter89 @thejadehermit @haitus80 @spanishrose2002 @thereadersmuse @emeraldkitten @whoswhatsitwhich @alannastara (need I go on? I could but I’m on my cell and it would be a huge list. Basically just go to @ninelives2 OR ff.net)

The reason I bring this up(other than to give a shout out to some of my favorites) is because we also have a problem in the fandom.

Each of these artist spend their time crafting fantastic works of art for us, for no pay. They do it because they love our ship, our characters and our show.
When I see someone has stolen their work and post it without credit, it angers me.

For those of us that reblog works, this is not about you, we all get giddy when we see something beautiful and are quick to hit that reblog button.
I would ask that if you see a post from an artist about stolen works that you please check to make sure you haven’t reblogged it. If you have, it’s easy to delete the reblog.

Respect the artist.
Oh and take a minute to thank them for the gifts they give us.

Fix You- Rain

Listen to Coldplay’s Fix You.

Note: And after a long time, I am back with another fic! It’s JaeYong again because I don’t why they are the easiest to write out of the bunch (totally not because I’m biased or anything). Anyway, enjoy!

Pairing: Jaehyun/ Y/N / Taeyong

Originally posted by neotechs


A cleansing element of nature, washing away the dirt and leaving streets almost new, but also a destructive force. With enough volume, the once gentle taps turn violent, leaving one gasping for air or drowning underneath the waters.

Y/N always loved the rain.

On days when the rain fell in a continuous streak from the grey skies, she found solace in wrapping herself up in thick blankets. Most of the time, she’d be in bed with a cup of hot drink—probably coffee—warming her hands. She had learned to entertain herself watching droplets race down against each other on the windowpanes. Even the sound of the pitter-patter on her roof was something she genuinely enjoyed.

And when it got too chilly—that as she breathed out, mist forms—a pair of strong arms were ready to engulf her into a warm embrace. She’d laugh, a hearty one, almost like a child, as he launches an attack on her sides, not even stopping even as she playfully begged him to.

But not at that moment.

Y/N hated the rain.

The tranquility it once brought was no longer as it poured in a steady stream. It annoyed her, no–that was not even enough of a word.

She hated how it was pouring non-stop. The sound of tiny droplets as it hit the ground vexed her so much it almost sent her screaming.

She hated how the cold chilled her to the bones. Standing for too long under the rain sent her crazy. Yet, she was also sure how the rain wasn’t the only cause of her shaking. The quivers also came from the one person standing in front of her who was getting soaked just as she was.

How Y/N wished the rain could wash away what was happening, granting her the power to wake up with no memories of this moment.

But even so, she hated how Lee Taeyong’s–her boyfriend, roommate, and soul mate of two years– unearthly handsomeness seemed to be enhanced by it.

Her eyes traced over his features, and she thought how it was unfair. Not even the irksome rain could hide the sparkle of his dark eyes or the redness of his soft lips. Water trickled down his delicate tall nose to his sharp jawline, but even so, even after getting drenched in the rain, he looked perfect.

Straight-out-of-the-magazine perfect.

The water made her dress—a sleeveless pastel yellow that cut right above her knees— and his clothes—a white long sleeve folded three-fourths up his elbows— stick to both their bodies, almost like a second skin.

She hated how both of them were now sodden in the rain.

Taeyong was breaking up with her, right outside of their favorite restaurant where they just spent a wonderful evening.

Even if those two years were nothing but bliss—when she could actually see a future with him since he had been nothing but husband material—he had been the one to end what they had.

It was like a wake-up call.

The time had come for her to wake up from a wonderful dream.

“Please don’t cry, Y/N.”

But she was. And she hated that, how even the rain couldn’t hide her tears.

“I can’t help it, Tae,” she replied, mustering a smile but eventually failing.

Y/N thought she must have looked pathetic trying. Yet, at the moment, she didn’t care. When her shoulders shook once more, she knew it wasn’t simply just from the cold brought by the rain. It was because of Lee Taeyong and that was something she couldn’t stop.

The rain, at that moment, was destructive.

Or at least, would remind Y/N of a cataclysmic event.

Because with it came the wreckage of her dreams. In an instant, all of it would be gone.

“I can’t stop it when you are here, telling me, we should break up.“ Staring straight into his eyes, Y/N willed him to take back his words.

Please. Please. Please.

Yet, even as Y/N saw tears glistening in Taeyong’s eyes, there also was a firm decision behind them. He already had made up his mind.

Taeyong took her hands, examining them for a moment before fitting his fingers in between the spaces and squeezing three times, an old gesture the two of them made into a thing.

Y/N remembered him telling her what it was for.

‘What are the three squeezes for?’ she asked as Taeyong placed their intertwined fingers on top of the table while they waited for their bingsu, a type of Korean dessert.

‘I–‘ Squeeze. ‘Love–‘ Squeeze. ‘You.’ Squeeze.

Thinking about it now, the three squeezes might as well mean nothing.

"Why are you letting go?” she whispered, searching for answers deep into his eyes. “Why are you letting me go?”

Behind him, Y/N had gotten aware of the increasing number of passersby who had grown curious of what was happening between them.

It must have looked like they were shooting for some kind of movie. But they weren’t. And though she considered their love story tragic, there wasn’t a director around to shout “Cut!” when the scene got too painful.

“I thought we were going to go through everything together.”

Taeyong took a deep breath then held her by the shoulders, pressing lightly. “I don’t think we can do it this time,” he whispered.

For Y/N, it felt like he was trying to make her understand the reasons behind his decisions. Her mind does but her heart doesn’t. There was chaos. Nothing was making sense anymore.

Then Taeyong dropped his head, and from the way his shoulders shook, Y/N could tell that he was sobbing. This was hard for him too.

“I don’t–” Her words got cut off as he pulled her in for a hug. Tight. Relaying the degree of difficulty of parting from her. Y/N couldn’t help but cry into his arms too. She was, after all, afraid of letting him go.

Closing her eyes, she tried to commit to her memory the feeling of his body around her because it just might be the last time.

“I have to do this alone.” His voice sounded thick from crying. “Please, please understand why I had to do this. It’s hard for me too. But I just got to do this.” The way his voice cracked made her sob into his embrace even more.

“Is this about your dreams?” she whispered, hoping he’d heard despite the constant fall of the rain.

There was no response at first, and then, Taeyong nodded.

Y/N broke the hug and wiped her face from the tears and water. It was clear to her now.

There no longer was anything she could do. Not against something like his dreams which Taeyong had been working all his life. When she first met him, he already had been working to become a trainee and eventually an idol in Korea. He honed his talents in rapping and dancing until a company would be able to notice his hard work. It looked like someone did.

Everything paid off. He was finally going to reach his dreams. At the expense of their relationship.

However, she made a promise to herself long ago, to never stand in the way of achieving what he always wanted.

Y/N looked up into the grey sky, letting it rain on her face, trusting the cloudburst to make her new.

Rains would now remind her of heartbreaks.

When she stared back into his eyes, which she loves so much, the corners of her mouth tugged to form a smile. Y/N hoped she at least looked brave before they parted ways. Taeyong would need the strength.

“I hope you achieve everything that you’ve always wanted, Tae.”

She meant that.

In everything that she did, Y/N always put the two of them at the forefront. Everything was not only for her or for Taeyong.

But for us.

They had always been a team.

And now, she wanted Taeyong to pursue his happiness even if that meant removing herself from the equation.

Taeyong bit his lower lip, a habit of his when he’s nervous, then cupped her face in his damp fingers. Lowering his face and closing his eyes, he captured Y/N’s lips for one last kiss before resting his forehead against hers.

“Thank you.” It was then that she knew that it was no longer the rain streaming down his face. It was now his tears.

Y/N knew he couldn’t vocalize the volume of his thanks. So she settled for a nod.

“I will miss you.”

Her eyes crinkled a teary smile. “I will too.”

Then clearing her throat, she said, “I’ll take that as a cue to leave. Please take care always, my visual, my main, my pillar.”

She took his hands in her shaky ones, pressed a kiss on one of his palms, and closed it before breaking into a run.

Her dress made wet sloppy sounds as it fluttered in the air but Y/N didn’t care. She didn’t care how the people were probably staring at her who was all drenched and crying. It was nothing short of a miracle how she didn’t bump into anyone as the combination of rain and tears made her sight blurry.

Y/N thought how she could no longer stay another minute in Taeyong’s presence. It hurt too much.

But when her legs got tired of running, Y/N was glad that she ran into a convenience store. At least, she could take cover from the rain for a while.

The downpour hadn’t stopped yet, so she decided to wait which she realized was useless. She was already dripping wet. A little bit more of rain shouldn’t hurt.

Yet, as she pressed her back against the wall, she was thankful for the pause. It bought her time to process what just happened.

Then, she dropped her head low. The mixture of rain and tears made her vision blurry once again.

However, not blurry enough to recognize the sudden appearance of an ice cream cone.

Both water and tears fell on the dessert, making it soggy. Soon, it was a dripping, sticky mess on the stranger’s hand.

She looked up, only to meet a smiling face. Her eyebrow rose. No one should look that pleased when she just got her heart broken. But as she studied his face, she first noticed his dimples and how they seem to carve themselves into tiny smiles on each side of his face.


“For you,” he cut Y/N off. His voice was deep and melodious, like it was meant to sing every note and song in existence.

When she failed to take action, as she was still trying to process what the stranger was doing, he pressed the cone into her cold, wet hands.

“What are you doing–”

“It’s okay, Y/N.”

Her eyes widened. How did he even know her name?

“I’m here to try to fix you.”

liljeconvallaria  asked:

Have a prompt for you, inspired by a tumblr post: A couple order pizza and when the pizza arrived the boyfriend answered the door. The deliverygirl though he was cute so she asked for his number. The boyfriend was all akward and started stuttering so his girlfriend came to the door and asked if there was a problem. The deliverygirl looked her up and down and said "shit, girl! Can I have YOUR number?" Imagine your OT3😁 I love Steve/Bucky/Tony but feel free to write whoever you want.

A/N: For some reason, Tony has glasses in this fic. \_(ツ)_/¯

Bucky couldn’t help it; he wolf whistled when the door to his last delivery for the night opened and a tall, buff, blond cutie stood on the other side. He should have stopped with the whistle, but then blondie’s cheeks pinked, and Bucky’s inner cad came out full force. “Hello, gorgeous. Somebody order a pizza?” Bucky winked.

Blondie’s blush deepened and he shouted into the apartment, “Tony, you didn’t order another stripper did you? It wasn’t funny the first three times.”

Bucky blinked in surprise. He also didn’t know if he should take being mistaken as a stripper as a compliment or not. Strippers had to be good looking, right? So that meant Blondie found him attractive, correct?

“What are you talking about, Steve?” Footsteps came from inside the apartment. The door was yanked open more and a brunet about a head shorter than Steve stood in the doorway. The guy was in sweats and an over-sized MIT sweater. His curls were in disarray and his glasses had fallen lopsided on his face.

Bucky just about died from his heart leaping out of his chest. The two men were beauty and adorableness contained in two wonderful human-shaped packages. “Can I get your phone numbers?” Bucky blurted.

Tony blinked and adjusted his glasses while he mumbled something about “contacts.” He eyed Bucky. “Oh yeah… I did order pizza twenty minutes ago. I forgot.”

“You forgot?” Steve looked worriedly at Tony.

Tony yawned. “I’m exhausted, Steve. Give me a break. It’s not easy getting three PhDs in… how many years was it again?”

Steve scowled and crossed his beefy arms over his chest. “I’m dragging you to bed as soon as you pay the delivery guy.”

“My name’s Bucky,” Bucky stated, like a dog begging for scraps. He’d gone from flirty to desperate now that his two ideal men were standing before him.

Tony patted his pockets then shrugged. “No wallet.” He turned to Bucky. “Will you take our phone numbers as payment?”

Steve made a sound of surprise. “Tony! You can’t be-”

“Deal,” Bucky said. He pulled out his cell phone. “Just tell me the numbers and I’ll call.”

Steve pinched his the bridge of his nose. “I’d say this can’t be happening, but then I would be lying. This exactly the kind of thing my boyfriend would do.”

“Love you too, babe,” Tony said then rattled off his phone number then Steve’s. Bucky dialed both, and heard their phones ring inside the apartment. Bucky couldn’t believe that they’d actually given him real numbers and not fake ones. Obviously he’d died on the way to the delivery and he was in Heaven now.

Bucky gave the two guys their pizza and stumbled back to his car, too excited and thrilled to walk straight. He had no clue what he’d done in a former life to deserve this, but it must have been damn good.

Now he just had to come up with a good plan to woo Tony and Steve. He already had a few ideas.

As of Monday, I’ve officially had Sara’s solo blog for 1 month, and I’ve only played her for a little over two months in total. And as much as I get salty about the way season 2 is going, I can honestly say I have never met a more welcoming and kind rp community in my 2+ years on tumblr. You are all literal angels and I adore every single one of you on my dash and in my followers, even if I for some reason don’t have you listed here.

This is just a shout out to all you gems. Thank you for making me and Sara feel loved and welcome here~

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anonymous asked:

I can't stop thinking about ch81 Eruri for some reason. Levi looking desperate next to shoujo Erwin is the closest thing to canon there is in that world. If it had been Yumikuri or Mikasa (thinking about Eren), everyone would've been like, 'omg they love them so much!' (but the Eruri denial can be strong). And Levi shouting in despair like that, and his expressions, and... it just hits me all over again sometimes, you know?

I know Anon, I feel you, I really do.  Some mornings I just wake up with the worst Eruri feels and it hits me all over again just how devoted they were to each other, how fiercely Levi loved Erwin, how much Erwin cared for Levi and relied on his support in his darkest hour.  It just kills me.  

And it kills me again when I think of Levi living on alone, without Erwin.  How sad and closed off he looks now, in comparison to the devastating intensity of his emotions in chapters preceding Erwin’s death.   

What a difference a few chapters and a couple of time skips makes….

And don’t get me started on the whole Eruri denial thing. I just don’t get it. I’ve had several asks about this before, the most recent of which I’ve answered here. I guess there’s no accounting for the way that some people interpret what they read. 

Thank you for your ask Anon, I don’t know if this reply gives you any comfort but at least you know you’re not alone. 

ok this douchey kid who sits in front of me in one of my classes always makes these ‘i’m so superior’ comments and facial expressions and gestures whenever the teacher talks about singing (it’s communication sciences and disorders, and singing is related to it i guess) and one day last week my professor asked who in here was trained as a singer and i of course put my hand up, and this kid just shouted YEAH and pointed at the ceiling, like arm straight out, fully extended, and he like looked at the ceiling too idk it was some broadway ass shit (which normally i love but this kid was a DICK) and TODAY we had a STAGGERING REALIZATION



and then THEN FOLKS

i decided to google ‘ryan evans high school musical funny face’

and for some reason this came up



Professor Pride Week 10

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Title: Professor Pride Week 10

Pairing: Professor!Pride x Reader, Dean!Wade(Loretta), Coach!LaSalle, Chad

Word Count: 1,965

Warnings: Chad, slight fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

A/N: Surprise! Enjoy another chapter my dears! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

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Pride convinced you to come with him to talk to Dean Wade and Coach LaSalle.  You had never met the coach of the football team.  You often heard fellow students (men and women) talk about how attractive he was.  You were sure he was attractive, but you had your eyes on Dwayne.

You entered the Dean’s office, instantly gaining their attention. Dean Wade and Coach LaSalle had looks of horror on their faces.  The bruise on your face was a darker color now that it was starting to heal.  The bruises on your arms were mostly gone, but the one on your face seemed to want to stick around.

“Are ya tellin’ me Chad did this,” LaSalle began, looking between Loretta and Pride.  “Miss [Y/L/N], has he been stalkin’ you?”  You could tell that his muscles had become tense under his shirt.  

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No Words: a Fred Weasley x Reader Imagine

Requested: yes

In this imagine, a shy Ravenclaw reader has major feelings for Fred Weasley. The problem is that he will never notice. When an old friend makes some unwanted advances problems arise. There are no words for the butterflies or the stones in the readers stomach over the course of this week, but then again, sometimes there’s no need for words.

*Note: you can substitute another house while reading if you like, but the requester specifically wanted Ravenclaw. If you spot any errors please let me know.

Warnings: light cursing

Y/N - your name
Y/L/N - your last name
~~~ - used to show passage of time

Word count: 3,008


The pale yellow of the ceiling is fading into a powder blue as the Great Hall fills with half sleeping students. Four long tables are piled high with all variety of breakfast foods. On either side of me Ivy and Ethan, my two best friends, take their seats at the Ravenclaw table.

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Could you make a fluffy and smutty one where jack is really possessive and dominant around you and you two go out for a Christmas dinner or something and you dress really nicely and guys keep hitting on you and stuff and he gets mad thanks c:

AN Sorry it’s literally taken me a month to update every time. Idk how busy I’m going to be for the next month classes start this week and I’m already freaking out. I think the only reason I’ve been able to update for this is because I’m just determined to? I don’t really know how well I’m doing so pls tell me if these are good and whatnot. It’s always weird having a roommate. Even weirder when you’re writing smut like ten feet away. Anyway lmao she’s gone for now, almost always leaves at night while I’m literally always here. Rip man. Enjoy the imagine my lovelies, you guys are seriously gr8 xx

Warning: smut

Your POV

Thick black liquid on eyelashes shouldn’t make them stand out more, but for some weird reason, that’s how mascara works. I was putting some on over my eyelashes, to make them thicker and darker and longer, when my boyfriend called up the stairs. “Y/N, are you ready to go yet?” he shouted.

“You and I both know that you take longer to get ready, Jack. Are you even done?”


“I said are you even done?”

“What about chicken?!”

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pencilwalla  asked:

for the ask meme: i'd love to see your take on an hp au?

send me an ask like ‘i’d love to see you write a fic of …’

Everyone in the school knew about Viktor Nikiforov, of course. The pure-blood Hufflepuff who for some reason never wears his own scarf, and is often spotted wearing clothes from the other houses (”Yuri gave me this scarf!” One day, wearing a Slytherin scarf, followed by an angry shout of, “You asshole, you stole it! I didn’t give it to you!”).  He’s self confident and everyone thinks he’s a playboy, but Phichit Chulanont swears that he saw him trip over his own feet and fall down a staircase one time.

He’s horrible at potions and everyone dreads being his partner, because it’s inevitable that something will explode. He’s incredibly gifted at Charms, though. He’s a low-level Metamorphagus but rarely uses it for anything other than a switch in haircut or a change in hair or eye color for a short period of time.. He plays Quidditch as a Keeper, and is the best player the Hufflepuff team has had for years. It’s rumored that he’s going to be picked up by a professional team soon, but he says nothing about it. He claims he has no plans for a future career, but has revealed to Yuuri alone that he’s considered professional Quidditch for a few years, and maybe be a journalist or reporter for the Daily Prophet, or, even better, an announcer or referee for Quidditch. 

He’s fascinated by Muggle things, and meets Katsuki Yuuri in his second year (as the boy is a year behind himself), who lets him come home with him one Christmas, and Viktor never wants to go back to his own house again. At his house, he’s got his poodle named Makkachin, which he begged his parents and the school to let him bring, but even Viktor Nikiforov doesn’t get his way with pets, so he’s just got an owl which he also calls Makkachin, in spite.

Yuri Plisetsky is a Slytherin and he won’t let anyone forget it. He’s half Veela, but tries to avoid telling anyone that because Viktor Nikiforov doesn’t ever let him forget it. He’s got a lot of house pride, and no one questions why he was put in Slytherin - not because of the stereotypical ‘Slytherins are mean’ qualities, but because of his ambition. His fearlessness and bravery had the Hat considering Gryffindor for him, but he threatened it and it put him in Slytherin.

He’s two years below Viktor at Hogwarts, and so shares none of their classes. He’s particularly talented in Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts, and in his third year, he takes a shining to Divination. Though legitimately good at the subject, whenever Viktor asks him to See for him, Yuri likes to give Viktor dark predictions that make him leave him alone. His overall goal is to maybe be an Auror, or Potioneer if that plan fails. There’s also the appeal of being a Hit Wizard, though.

He’s a Beater on Slytherin’s Quidditch team and definitely the most aggressive Beater currently at Hogwarts. During a game in his third year, he knocked Yuuri Katsuki off of his broom and actually apologized and it was the talk of the school for a month. It’s become a joke, though, that every time Slytherin plays Gryffindor, JJ Leroy will end up on the ground, because Yuri always aims for him. Despite his talent, he doesn’t want to go professional, because he’s sick and tired of being compared to Nikiforov and wants to show he’s different and his talents extend outside of Quidditch. He’s got a cat with him, and borrows Viktor’s owl whenever he wants to send a message to someone, because he doesn’t care for the school owls.

Yuuri Katsuki took nearly ten minutes for the Sorting Hat to Sort, much to his anxious mind’s despair. Eventually, he gets put into Ravenclaw, He’s a Half-Blood, but since his first day, there’s been a rumor going around that he’s actually Muggle-Born and he hates it, not because he has a dislike of Muggle-Borns (for example, his best friend Phichit Chulanont is Muggle-Born, and Yuuri thinks nothing less of him for it), but because they think it’s an insult to call him that. Also, frankly, he’s proud of his magical heritage. He has friends in many houses, but is also glad to stick to himself in Ravenclaw sometimes.

He loves Herbology and Charms, but is also fascinated by the History of Magic, because the class, while sometimes horrifically boring, presents so much information that no one normally gets. In his third year, he chooses to take Care of Magical Creatures at Viktor’s suggestion, and never stops thanking his friend for that suggestion, because in that class he finds his passion, finally. His dream in life develops to become a Magizoologist, but he also spends some time as a Dragonologist/Dragon Keeper because the giant creatures are fascinating and beautiful to him.

He only went for Quidditch because his friend Yuuko, a year ahead of himself, saw him during his broom lessons and told him how talented was, and that he ought to try. He tried out, and Ravenclaw house was happy to name Yuuri Katuski as their brand new Seeker. He does love the sport, but leaves the potential professional career to Viktor. He has a small owl named Vicchan, which he embarrassingly has to admit he named before he saw Viktor Nikiforov, something most of his friends refuse to accept as the truth. 

The first time he sees Viktor Nikiforov is when the boy was sitting with Christophe Giacometti in his first year and turned his hair bright blue before the two dissolved into giggles. The first time he actually met Viktor Nikiforov, he nearly ran into him during a Quidditch match. Viktor immediately decided he was a friend and basically attached himself to Yuuri’s hip. Yuuri didn’t stop him.

(He also didn’t stop himself from falling in love with Viktor during Halloween of his third year, or admitting it when he went home with Viktor during Christmas of his sixth year, Viktor’s last.)

And I’m gonna stop with those three because clearly these headcanons have gotten out of hand and I could probably write this much for all of the characters in this show. You know, unless people want me to return to this (I want me to return to this).

(thanks to @maximumhetalia for helping me talk through my house choices because i struggled a lot with yuuri and viktor)