i t had to be that one thing

so basically to sum things up:

  • jj abrams wrote tfa thinking only of one movie and not an arc for the whole trilogy and just passed the bar for rian johnson to fix it
  • rian johnson did the exact same thing so colin trevorrow will be the one to deal with what they have left for episode ix
  • we got a trio (poe, finn and rey) who hasn’t even had one scene together yet and they’ll likely be split for tlj
  • the title was the first thing rian chose simply because he liked that and he sees it as one jedi, while most languages translated it to plural
  • we got new cast members (laura dern, benicio del toro) who will likely have supporting roles while other actors (gwendoline christie, domhnall gleeson) haven’t even had the chance to establish their characters well
  • since this is a space movie i’m kinda amused but not in a good way that there haven’t been many actual aliens as important characters (re: maz kanata)
  • the plot for tfa was very similar to anh: a planet destroyer weapon, someone is kidnapped, a mentor dies. the premise for tlj is very similar to esb: a main character gets training while the others go on another adventure. not very original

like… yall are quick to criticize the prequels but this is not looking very good scoob

anonymous asked:

Paperhat? Maybe some "kissing"? (as far as it's possible with that bag lol) Would you also do more suggestive/nsfw stuff or is that not your thing? (totally fine if it isn't!) I love the idea of a more dominant Dr. Flug, so maybe he is the one going for a kiss ... but still in a kinda shy way? Is that even possible??? Shy dom??? ahaha idk I should just shut up maybe;;; sry

This might not really be what you wanted. My only excuse is that the pure lil’ person, that I am, doesn’t know how to draw kisses.

Sorrey! *cries*

Meet Me In The Hallway; H.S.

She’d always meet me in the hallway. Whether it was four AM, three in the afternoon or so early she had almost had to leave for work, she was waiting for me to come home. For a kiss placed upon her lips, her arms snaking around my waist one of the things I always looked forward to. Gradually, she didn’t wait for me anymore. I don’t know what caused her to be so heartbroken that she’d just laid on the sofa, eyes trained on the television as I passed her.

I know where it started. Rumours. I’m not one to go around and lie that I didn’t do anything wrong, because I’m not perfect – but whatever magazines were slandering about, I knew that wasn’t true. I’d never do anything that would do Y/n any wrong. But I think, and somehow, I hope I’m wrong, that it had gotten through her head. Everything she heard – from so many people – pictures that were ripped out of their context – I just couldn’t blame her. We never spoke a word about it. Per her request.

I hope she still loves me. I hope, that when it gets better, when I get better, she’ll give me another chance and it’ll work out. When I got home today, her last drop seemed to have fallen.

“Y/N, I’m home…” My voice hasn’t been chirpy since she stopped waiting for me – I know I can’t just expect her to do so, but it seemed she enjoyed it as well. I hear a mumble coming from somewhere out of my field of sight, so I take a few steps into my home.

“Harry.” Y/n appears in front of me, apparently completely dressed, her jacket slung over her shoulder. I stare at her, at every aspect of her, and I feel my throat already constricting. “Where are you going love?” Her lip starts quivering and without a second thought I leap towards her and cup her face in my cold hands.

“H., I – I need some time off. I think.” She averts her gaze and I swallow to keep any fluids at bay. Within a split second, I wanted to scream out and vomit all over my floor. She can’t leave me. Not now. “Y/n, sweetheart, where would you go? Please, don’t leave me.”

She just shakes her head. I don’t want her to disappear through that door and not know where she is. I don’t think my heart could handle that. It was more than logical in my mind that the next words flowed past my lips. “Stay. I’ll leave.”

“Harry, no. This is your home; I was just a guest.” She pushes me away from her and starts shrugging her jacket on; but I won’t have it. “The moment you stepped foot insides this house it was also yours. Everything that I own is yours.” My words were heavy and I hope she grasped the nuances behind it. For now, I might as well leave.

“I’ll come collect my things when you’re at work tomorrow.” I mumble, my voice so strained I think she knows exactly how I feel. I take another step towards her, pressing my lips against hers, for maybe, my last time. I didn’t look back, because she would see how much this was paining me.

I had roamed the streets for the rest of the day. I didn’t want Y/n doing this, but right now I didn’t know where to go either. Of course, I could just give Lou or Niall a call and I’m sure they’d help me out almost immediately, but, we were going our own way and I don’t think they liked their former bandmate crashing on their sofa for an unspecified amount of time.

I walk and walk, think and try to force myself to think harder, for it to get better, for me to get better, for some way to work this out. I knew my girl and I know the most important thing she needed now was time. But I wasn’t going down without a fight.

My chest still feels vice-grip-tight, my throat closed off. I’m in some sort of daze where I somewhat realize I’m walking the streets of London, but I have absolutely no idea where I am. At some point, I’m sure I passed Piccadilly Circus, but it seemed so empty. I had never seen it empty.

This is hard, both for her and I alike. I wouldn’t want to think about reading so much slander about my girlfriend and pretending everything is alright. I would’ve cracked months ago. The hours pass and the sun trades his place with the moon.

When I stop in front of his door, I don’t know how much time has passes. I just hope he’s still up. I need a friend, horribly. I hear his heavy footsteps stomp towards his front door and shrug my coat closer to my shivering frame as I hear the familiar click.

“H.? What are you doing here? It’s almost six in the morning, man.” Niall opens the door, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he stares behind me to see if I brought anyone with me – Y/N.

“Y/n and I – uh – we are on a break.” I cast my gaze down, biting my lips while stuffing my hands in my coat pockets. I hear Niall sigh and the door creak. “Come in, H. You want some tea?”

I talk to Niall about it. Every single little thing that has eventually built up to my relationship crumbling at my feet. I feel helpless and I never thought I’d experience something like this again. “I don’t know what to do now, Niall. If I lose her, I’ll practically lose everything. But the horrific part of it all is that I get her and I wouldn’t blame her if she decided to let it be.”

Niall just sits there and lets me ramble. We talk until ten in the morning when he offers his guest room to me. I assure him it’s just for a few days – at most.

Those few days pass and when I’m not doing promo for the new album or recording, I try to stay out of Niall’s way as much as possible. I don’t know what I need to do, but I need to come up with something, fast. I’ve been so occupied in my mind that it’s physically paining me.

I walk the streets, and by now I find that I almost have them all completely memorised. I’ve met some new people, found some new bars. But all I could think about is how much Y/n would like this overjoyed fan, or how much she’s like the paintings on the wall on this art-themed café.

I’ve stopped at my front door many times, about to knock, but deciding not to. This day wasn’t any different, although I’ve been standing here for almost an hour now. I lack the courage of knocking, or just entering, and talking to her. I’m afraid – terrified even – she’ll say the things I don’t want to hear.

Just when I had decided to come back another day, hopefully with more courage, or maybe a box of Y/n’s favourite chocolates, I feel my phone vibrating in my coat pocket. A text message from her flashes brightly onto my phone screen.

Meet me in the hallway.

the raven cycle as john mulaney quotes
  • blue: i think emily dickinson is a lesbian
  • gansey: i listen to everything my girlfriend says. i don't mean she bosses me around. i just listen to everything she says because, before i had a girlfriend, i never had someone who's always standing next to me who can just point out obvious things that are happening.
  • adam: i dont look older, i just look worse i think. honestly, when im walking down the street no ones every like "hey! look at that man!" i think theyre just like "woah, that tall child looks terrible! get some rest, tall child! you cant keep burning the candle at both ends!
  • ronan: ill keep all my emotions right here and then one day ill die
  • noah: i am very small, and i have no money. so you can imagine the kind of stress that i am under
  • henry: i guess someone said something like "something something police." and in a brilliant moment of word association i yelled “fuck da police!” and everyone else joined in. a hundred drunk white children yelling fuck da police

Part of that other au pic I posted (The Hera and Ezra one) Me and Ace decided to design a look for Ezra around the time of A New Dawn.

He wouldn’t be much older, maybe only by a year or 2. But he’d defiantly be growing; so Hera gets him new clothes, teaches him how to defend himself, and even cuts his hair a little.

We also had idea’s around his era including…

  • Hera and Chopper not really liking the idea of Kanan being around Ezra, given how he was back then.
  • Chopper being insanely protective over Ezra (Especially when Kanan comes aboard) but he refuses to admit it.
  • Ezra doesn’t really take to Kanan. As he doesn’t really like new people
  • Since Ezra is growing up differently, his personality is a tad different; for starters, he’s not as cocky and big headed.He’s a lot more timid and anxious about shooting blasters and fighting in general (Even though he’s pretty decent at it) He also never steals. (Hera’s been to much of a good influence) 

anonymous asked:

"you want my 8 inch?" "what? you gonna fuck me twice?" JIKOOK PROMPT *SCREAMS*

Jimin lets out a breathy sigh as Jungkook decides to nibble softly just at the top of his ear lobe.

Jungkook had been kissing up and down his neck for the better half of the ten minutes they had been like this. Jungkook draped on top of the older as Jimin had his hands gripping the back of Jungkook’s t-shirt tightly in his fist. And things were heating up fairly quick.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” the younger continued to press punctuated kisses with each word.

Jimin lightly guided Jungkook’s face towards his with his hand and finally connected their lips once again. All the want coursing through his veins were poured into the kiss.

“Jungkook, I want you,” he pulls away.

A slow and sly smile spreads across Jungkook’s face before he darts back down to continue making Jimin’s skin bloom with purple. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Jimin responds lowly.

In all his years of knowing Jungkook, Jimin had always known that he had never been good at dirty talk. Jimin tended to avoid making conversation with Jungkook during sex and for a good reason. His cringeworthy dialogue was enough to make anyones dick go soft in seconds. Typically it’s not too bad, Jimin simply brushing it off and giving Jungkook reassuring words followed by a pat on the cheek. But the words that come out of Jungkook’s mouth next were truly horrendous.

“You want my eight inch?”

Jimin’s nose wrinkles and cringes immediately at the words. The older almost instantly stops what he is doing to push Jungkook away enough for him to look the younger in the eye, a retort ready on the tip of his tongue.

“What? You gonna fuck me twice??”

Jungkook is silent, eyebrows furrowing, not quite understanding what the older had just asked him. Jimin could almost see the cogs turning in Jungkook’s head—he had never been good at math.

Jimin knew the second he got it because Jungkook’s mouth had dropped in disbelief and stuttering immediately followed.


Jimin simply could not hold back his laughter, bursting into a fit of uncontrollable snorts earning him a hard slap to the shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” the man below him gasps out between laughs. “Jungkookie you just really suck at dirty talk.”

“I thought maybe I had gotten better…”

Jimin ruffles his hair, laughter dying down. “No, you really didn’t. I think it’s best if we stick to the basics.”

Jungkook groans and rolls off of him, plopping himself down to lay next to the older.

There was a beat of silence.

“So…does this mean we’re not gonna fuck?”


(Author’s note: 8 ÷ 2 = 4 inches)

Send me a Jikook prompt and I’ll write you a “3 to 10″ sentence fic

You know I’ve been taking some time

And I’ve been keeping to myself

I had my eyes up on the prize

Ain’t watching anybody else

But your love it hit me hard

Yeah, you’re bad for my health

I love the cards that I’ve been dealt

Do you feel the same as well?

You know, I used to be in 1D (now I’m out, free)

People want me for one thing (that’s not me)

I’m not changing the way, that I (used to be)

I just wanna have fun (and get rowdy)

Want coke and bacardi (sippin’ lightly)

When I walk inside the party (girls on me)

F1 type Ferrari (6 gear speed)

I love it when your body (grinds on me), baby  

You know I love it when the music’s start
But c'mon, strip that down for me, baby

There’s a lot of people in the crowd
But only you can dance with me

So put your hands on my body
And swing around for me, baby

You know I love it when the music start
But c'mon, strip that down for me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Oh, strip that down
Love when you hit the ground (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Oh, strip that down
Love when you hit the ground

You know, that since the day I met you

Yeah, you swept me off my feet

You know, that I don’t need no money

When your love is beside me

Yeah, you opened up my heart

And then you threw away the key

Now it’s just you and me

And you don’t care ‘bout where I’ve been

anonymous asked:

why are you interested in history?

History is one story. It is the longest story of all, the most tragic; the most beautiful. History never fails to have a tale to tell. 

Historical figures were actual living people with aspirations and thoughts. They weren’t just objects or pages in the book: they breathed, they lived and those little things you and I physically experience each day–they once did too. They had favorite colors, felt the sun on their skin, dreamed at night, knew what pain was like in their hearts and owned beliefs.

History is inspiring. Everything in history is unique and fascinating and there never ceases; it will never stop. 

anonymous asked:

Could you pleasewdo #24 and #59 w/ Montgomery from 13rw. Thank you, darling.

I’m literally awful ,I’m so sorry I’m taking a millennium to get these done. Buttt since I did Childhood Best friend!Jeff, I had to do Childhood Best friend!Monty as well!

24. If I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away.

59. … or we could make out…

If I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away,” she threatens, throwing another pair of Monty’s shoes over her shoulder, “You hoarder.“

Monty was cleaning out his entire room, closet and all, and had found a bunch of things from their childhood. Since they had grown up together it didn’t feel right to start throwing things away before at least showing her first.

“I’m not a hoarder,” he detests, “I prefer the term sentimental.”

She snorts. Montgomery De La Cruz, sentimental. Like anybody would believe that. It’s not a complete lie though. He can be sentimental, about the things that matter to him. He puts on carefree front. The kind of front where everyone believes he’s a dick who doesn’t care at all, about anyone or anything. But she knew better. She knew who he was when nobody was watching.

They’ve been neighbors their whole life and were each other’s first best friend. All of their fondest memories include each other. Especially the ones before they grew up and found how complicated and cruel the world could be. Back when she was naive and he was sweet. What a shame that they both had to grow up.

“Hey, check this out,” she laughs, handing Monty an old photograph of them. They were three, maybe four, and he’s pecking her on the lips, the way children innocently do.

He takes the picture from her hand, examining it thoughtfully. How many girls has he kissed since then? He’s not sure, but it’s gotta be up there. And the only one that matters is one he was too young to actually recall.

He can’t remember when it happened. Maybe they were eleven, or maybe it was closer to thirteen. But over the course of time, when they started to get older, when they started to change, his feelings towards his best friend started to change as well.

She had always been his favorite everything. His favorite memory, his favorite laugh, his favorite midnight-food-run-buddy, his favorite smile, his favorite person. And although they had never slept together, or even really kissed for that matter, her body, her soul, was his favorite, too.

“We should make some headway on all of these piles you’ve got here,” she suggests, snapping him back to reality.

… or we could make out …” he throws out there, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. He’s never nervous around girls, being cocky is his thing. But when it her, someone who actually matters, he’s scared as hell.

“Did that picture give you some throwback Thursday vibes?” she laughs, bending down to sit in front of him.

“You’ve never thought about it?” he asks.

“No, I have,” she nods, a tiny smirk playing at her lips.

“Then come here,” he extends his arms to pull her closer to his chest.

She folds into him seamlessly, placing her hands on the sides of his neck. They lean in at the same time, meeting in the middle, just like they always have. Their friendship had always been 50/50, the perfect ratio of give and take.

She’s soft in ways he never could have imagined, her skin like satan and lips like silk. He’s warm in ways she had always hoped he would be. He feels like home and tastes like adventure.

“You’d say we’re pretty close, yeah?” he pants, dragging his fingers down the bare skin of her arm.

“Quite close,” she replies, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He lets his lips drag over her neck lazily, his breath becoming ragged as his hands move to tug at the hem of her shirt, “What if we got just a bit little closer?

Lestrade : Well, what have you done that would upset her?

Sherlock : Oh, how much time do you have?

Lestrade : Well, why don’t you just start with the worst thing?

Sherlock : Hmm, let’s see. Okay, here we go- six years ago, I got a call that Molly’s great-aunt, died.

Lestrade : And?

Sherlock : And I forgot to give her the message.

Lestrade : That’s terrible.

Sherlock : The terrible part is, ever since then, I’ve been sending Molly Christmas cards from her great-aunt.

Lestrade : Oh… Sherlock!

Sherlock : Let me finish– and one card had five dollars in it I took from Molly’s purse.

aliensinflowercrowns  asked:

I really want to cut my hair short cause I'm like… figuring stuff out gender-wise but everyone is advising against it, saying that it won't look good with my face shape or that my hair is so pretty and it'll ruin it, or that I won't like it after it's done and it's really stressing me out and making me second guess myself even though I've wanted to cut it for months. Have you ever gone through anything similar? Do you have any advice? Thanks 😌🌟

I had extremely long hair that everyone loved and when I said I was going to cut it all off everyone told me not to cut it. Cutting it was one of the best discussions I ever made tbh. In my opinion anyone can look good with short hair. Also the cool thing about hair is it grows back, so idk why so many people tell other people not to cut their hair. I say do it and if you don’t like it grow it out.

doodling Tsukkiyama as always!

This was inspired by an anon who suggested swimsuits/summer Tsukkiyama (and Yams in a summer hat - definitely one of the best thing in the world) thank you!

It’s getting warmer these days and I’m already dying T T

just babbling a bit but yesterday I went to a male volleyball game for the World Championship qualification and it was amazing! The real deal is REALLY impressive and I didn’t expect it to be so loud. I had such a great time ^o^

Some pre-expansion thoughts + “celebratory pre-stormblood”meme created out of spontaneous boredom.

I’ve been playing FFXIV since launch and I’ve made a lot of great friends along the way. I’m absolutely looking forward to the new Stormblood expansion with all the fresh new adventures and friends to be had along the way.

We’re almost in June! So it’ll be here before you know it, I wanted to give all my love to my friends and followers who’ve enjoyed my content that I’ve created since I popped up around 2 years ago. I was really on the fence about creating one, but with a little push from @tsubi-uru, here I am.

And it’s one of the best things I could have done, because the core friends I met through tumblr, we can’t stop annoying each other and it’s great.

(There are so many of you, but you know who you are.)

I love you all, and thanks for giving me reblog fuel when I couldn’t make something. There are so many talented people in this community and it’s always a treat to see on my dash.

THAT BEING SAID… I wanna start something! Just like I did when HW was coming out, I would like to see people do what I just did, make your own compilation photoset post of past screenshots showing how much your character has changed!

(Especially you fantasia users.)

Come on, it’ll be fun!

anonymous asked:

Saeyoung, V, Saeran, Rika (if you write her), and anyone else if you think they would be interesting, with an MC who is a famous philosopher and psychologist?

I think all of them are interesting!

These are short because I wasn’t really inspired to do this one, I’m sorry in advance if this isn’t that good.

 RFA + Saeran, V and Rika with a psychologist/philosopher MC


  • You probably have some theories about his narcissism
  • But in general, he’s not that interested in theories and concepts, he’s a practical man!
  • He read one of your books, one that was about where reality and fiction meet.
  • Though you had to explain a lot to him in easier words, he understood a lot and felt like he could used what he learned when constructing motivations for his characters.


  • There are a lot of things about depression and disassociation you would like to explain to him
  •  And he likes to learn, so in general he listens to everything you like to talk about.
  • You have a great book about grief that he’s been binge reading
  • It’s helping him to deal with Rika’s death and maybe it will help him deal with euthanizing animals when he starts working as a vet.


  • You like to know her opinions about herself, you feel there’s a lot of low self esteem going on
  • And though she’s very practical daily, theories are more her thing
  • So expect great interesting conversations concerning time, relationships and happiness.
  • But then again, she would rather live these things with you than keep contemplating it philosophically.


  •  His relationship with his father intrigues you
  • You only managed to stay that calm during those three days due to your knowledge on unstable people
  • Also because you’re fascinated by him.
  • But not only psychologically speaking.


  • When he found out on the background check, he was pretty sure he should never open his mouth near you
  • But he couldn’t, and of course you realized his problems almost immediately
  • That’s why you kept so patient when he got snappy.
  •  After you get together, you two have the craziest convos about space, galaxies and the world. Being patient was worth it.


  • Your knowledge is a blessing and a curse.
  • A blessing because out of the RFA members, you’re the most prepared to deal with his episodes. And a curse because he’s freaking scared of you and your potential parsing.
  • But you’re a professional after all, you know how to handle this, even though it feels different when it’s about helping someone you cherish so much.
  • He’s amazingly smart and has some really interesting thoughts on a lot of subjects, so that’s a start until he’s ready to talk about himself instead of everything else.


  • He is more than willing to set appointments with you or with any colleague you trust
  • He knew he needed help, but having you around gave him the push he needed on taking some action
  • He had read all of your books and loves to discus some theories with you
  • And it’s always pleasant and interesting, especially when you two disagree on something

Rika (well, that’s a first…)

  • She only agreed on you being a target because you could be useful to Mint Eye when it comes to brainwashing
  • She knew it was risky because you’re very smart
  • But she only understood how much when Mint Eye got dismantled
  • She’s being a great study case for your doctorate thesis.
Ahab’s Wife

A fic I did for a prompt long ago, but can’t find on my blog anymore.

Bedelia and Hannibal discuss Hannibal’s upcoming trip to Palermo, among other things. Hannigram is in there if you read between the lines ;)  Reposted for #LadiesofHannibal.

Bedelia sat in front of the cafe, cool morning breeze rustling her hair as she sipped at her coffee, with Hannibal perched on a chair opposite her.

In the excitement of one Anthony Dimmond returning home with Hannibal after his lecture, Hannibal had forgotten to buy coffee, which had led the two of them out of the house before breakfast. It seemed like an awful joke: a cannibal serial killer and his psychiatrist slash pseudo-wife walk into a cafe. Except for this joke there was no foreseeable punchline.

Somewhere around four in the morning, Hannibal had roused her from her bed to ask her to retrieve the trunk she’d used to cart her belongings to Florence. Bedelia had roused herself and taken the last of her hats from the bottom before handing it over and returning to bed. Remarkably, despite his long, sleepless night, Hannibal looked brighter and more alert than he had since their arrival in Europe.

“I’ll be taking a trip to Palermo,” Hannibal said suddenly. “I expect to return within two days. You may stay here in Florence while I’m away.”

Bedelia kept her face smooth as glass. “Where else would I go?”

“Where indeed?” Hannibal answered, head cocked as the gears of his mind turned over all of the implications of her question.

In couples’ therapy, public places were sometimes suggested as the best location for small confrontations. With the pressure of strangers present, both parties were more likely to maintain a facade of calm; keeping the conversation from escalating. The irony of last night’s events, their current location and Bedelia’s provocation would no doubt, not be lost upon Hannibal.

“Though, I have to say, I wonder what exactly you expect to leave behind in Palermo,” Bedelia said slowly, thinking of the trunk. “Or, perhaps, what you intend to bring back?”

She had seen the articles left open on Hannibal’s tablet. One Will Graham, missing for some time now; last seen at a boat dock not far from Wolf Trap, Virginia. Bedelia would have given three guesses as to where he was headed, and the first two need not have counted.

The only hint to Hannibal’s feelings about her question was the twitch of his upper lip; a hint for Bedelia to drop the subject.

She pressed on.

“As your therapist, I feel obligated to warn you against making such a trip,” Bedelia continued. “After all, we all know Captain Ahab dedicated his life to the hunt of his white whale, only to discover the task would destroy him in the end.”

Hannibal set his mug on its saucer with a soft clink. “Are you casting me as hunter or prey?” he asked.

“Both. Neither.” Bedelia shrugged, fur collar rising to tickle her cheeks with the motion. “I believe that through your shared experiences you and he have begun to blur into something far more difficult to define.”

Together they watched as a young couple walked down the street, arm in arm, laughing about some private joke. Hannibal’s face, for all the control he exhibited over it, was an ever changing pool of emotion if only one knew what to look for. Bedelia watched his lips transform into a tight, thin line; the muscle on his jaw bulge as he clenched his teeth.

For a second, she could have sworn she saw wetness at the corner of his eye, but then he turned his head to look at the basilica in the distance.

“Captain Ahab was consumed by the desire for revenge,” Hannibal said softly.

“And what are you consumed by, Hannibal?”

Hannibal didn’t respond, choosing instead to swallow the last dregs of his coffee. Bedelia waited, hands folded in her lap, the picture of patience.

“You said as my psychiatrist you would advise against such a trip. What would you say as my wife?”

“I think I would feel it best to say that my husband knows his needs best,” Bedelia said, and then added, “though I would be concerned about his fidelity.”

Hannibal smiled that rattlesnake smile he had when something had amused him enough to allow it to pass by unperturbed. He stood, one hand out to help Bedelia to her feet. “Come, let’s return home. I have much to prepare before I go.”

About the script of The Last Jedi

Reflecting on it now, you have no idea how happy I am that Carrie Fisher went through the TLJ-script with Rian Johnson and probably had him rewrite a few things in it. The fact that the director of a large franchise is even open to such an idea (unlike JJ Abrams) really shows how much he wants to write and deliver a good story to the audience. But it’s not just that - and hear me out first - I’m not saying that a man can’t write a good female character BUT - it happens way too often that some male directors/writes create female characters who are only one-dimensional, and who don’t have a real depth to them that will ever be explored. That’s why it feels so good to hear that Carrie Fisher, an exceptional writer but also a female (who understands females, lol), went through the script with Rian - since we have Rey, Leia, Rose, Laura Dern’s character and many more complex females in this upcoming movie that will be explored. And for that sole reason, I wouldn’t be surprised if “The Last Jedi” turned out to be my favorite movie of this trilogy.

Feelings Unnoticed - Peter Parker Oneshot

Request: Anonymous: hi!! saw the homecoming trailer and i am losing my mind as many others are. would it be okay to write a one shot where instead of Ned being there, its the reader, who has a massive crush on peter and is really good at hiding it? male pronouns for the reader if it isn’t an issue please uwu*

Word Count: 619

Pairing: Peter Parker x Male/stark reader

Warnings: none

Prompt: You and Peter are trying to get into your dads files

A/N: Don’t know how I feel about this, hope you like it, never had a request like this so thank you.

If there was one thing you were good at, it was hiding your feelings, especially from your best friend Peter Parker. You’ve had a crush on Peter for as long as you can remember. With his cute smile, cheesy shirts, and love for science, you just fell for him even more. Although, what really set the bar high was finding out he was Spiderman. He was going to tell you eventually, but he couldn’t risk putting you in harm’s way.

You and Peter were currently in your bedroom trying to get past the firewall to your dads (Tony) files he was keeping locked up from Peter.

Yet nothing was ever locked, at least not with you.

“Y/N dude, does your dad not realize that you can get past anything” Peter questions you as he’s working on the device in his lap.

“I honestly don’t know Peter, he clearly hasn’t noticed I reset the security alarms every time I sneak out, so I wouldn’t worry too much” You say typing in codes on your laptop.

“Dammit!” You groan.

“What?” He looks up at you

“There’s a ton of subsystems in here”

“Can’t you get past them?” Someone was getting impatient.

“Um..Nope, they’re all disabled by something called…The Training Wheels Protocol” You start laughing your ass off. Your dad clearly doesn’t trust peter because if he’s going to go through all this trouble and name it that, then you guys were out of luck.

“I’m sick of Mr. Stark treating me like a kid!” He gets up and jumps on your bed

“But you are a kid”

“Yeah, a kid who can stop a bus with his bare hands!”

“Don’t beat yourself up Peter, I’m sure my dad has his reasons” You close your laptop and place it on your nightstand.

“Yeah, I’m sure” He scoffs

Peter sits down from his previous standing and lays down beside you. You both fall into a comfortable silence. You glance at him and can’t help but admire him. He puts himself at risk to protect everyone else, yet your dad can’t seem to understand that. Sure he’s just trying to make sure Peter doesn’t get his head stuck in the clouds, but does he really need to go to extreme measures.


“Hey Y/N!”  Peter pulls you out of your trance with a wave in front of your face.

“W-What..Oh sorry peter, what were you saying?” Your faces goes red.

“Ha..um I was saying the I should probably head home man, its getting kind of late, and Aunt May will start to worry”

“Oh yeah definitely”

Peter gets up and starts putting his things into his backpack. You didn’t want him to leave, you enjoyed his company more than anything, plus your dad was always busy so you couldn’t have that dad-son bonding time. You just wished that you could tell Peter how you felt. I mean you even kept giving him small hints, from the long hugs to complimenting him, he just didn’t seem to notice.

“Alright, I should head out now, thanks for the help Y/n” Peter walks up to you and you guys do that bro-hug thing. 

He pulls away first, but you grab his wrist. Peter stares at you 

“Y/N, are you okay”

“Uh..yeah sorry about that Peter, see you at school tomorrow” You nod

“Yeah” He give you a curiously, but shows a small smile. He turns and walks to the door.

“Night Y/N”

“Night Peter” You give him a small salute with two fingers

You watch as he closes the door behind him. Oh how you wished you had the balls to tell him how you felt.

*See what I did there, Lol. Here you go, hope you liked! I didn’t really know what direction I wanted this to go in.  : ) 

Prompt:  “Why are you covered in mud?”

Character: Owen Grady

Warning: N/A

The one thing you didn’t expect to see when Owen got ‘home’ from work, work being mere minutes away and home being a shack by the water, was to see him literally covered head to toe in mud. He was dripping in mud, parts had obviously started to dry.

“Why are you covered in mud?”

“…I fell in a hole checking a fence.” You couldn’t stop laughing, the image of Owen’s shocked face as he fell into a muddy hole was too much. 

You could hear him walking closer and saw him walking towards you, muddy arms wide open, “Owen! No!” You screeched as he grabbed at you as you tried to move away, covering you in the mud that coated him, it was absolutely disgusting but you couldn’t help but laugh along the way. 


“You were laughing at me, darlin’” He’s smirking at you through the mud and you know you’re going to make him get a hose down outside in cold water before he goes into the house with the amount of mud that he’s covered in…and that you’re now covered in too.

“I hate you.”


Summary: Dan is worried that his social anxiety is going to mess up his job interview, but that becomes the least of his problems when he gets his vibrator stuck up his butt the night before.

Warnings: smut, unsafe anal practice, vomit, hospitals, puns

Word count: 10k

A/N: This is a weird little idea I had one morning about Dan getting a vibrator stuck up his bum, then I somehow managed to fill it with chicken/egg puns. Enjoy! (It was a hard decision whether to post this or another fic, but I decided you guys deserve the long one as I haven’t posted in over two weeks)

Dan was nervous for his job interview. He was as prepared as he could be: he’d thought about all the questions he might be asked and how he would answer them. He’d even made notes about the company in case he was expected to have any background knowledge.

Still, he couldn’t relax. Dan had tried a few things to help him relax: a warm bath, some relaxing music, a cup of tea and a good book… but nothing seemed to be doing the trick.

Dan only had one idea left, and laying back on his bed, he decided to give it a shot. He needed an orgasm, a moment of bliss, with the relaxed exhaustion that followed. He wasn’t just going to aim for a standard, hand job on the penis, kind of orgasm through. He’d been experimenting with anal play recently, having achieved a prostate orgasm a few times with his fingers, and more recently, with a new toy. He wasn’t an expert on the world of sex toys and vibrators, so he thought he’d start out small. He’d purchased this little egg shaped vibrator, not wanting to get anything he couldn’t cope with and so far, it had been amazing.

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