i told you i was watching this means war


When Jace was young he longed to see colors. To know what everything looked like. To not just see constant blacks and whites and grays. 

His father had told him it was a silly dream, that seeing the world in black and white, that was what was right. Colors can blind you, make you weak and vulnerable. Just like love. (Love is weakness. Jace refused to be weak.)

Jace believed him. 

He didn’t think about colors anymore. (Not even when he was covered in blood and bruises, no, he didn’t wonder how they looked with color. He didn’t. Not once.)


The first color Jace saw was brown. 

It was after he got back from Valentine, after he got kicked out of the institute. He was staying at Magnus’ apartment, Magnus and Alec had left, mentioning something about ‘alone time in Italy.’ Jace wasn’t really paying attention.  

Jace had crashed on the couch, staring at the tv without really taking anything in when Simon entered the apartment. 

Magnus was mentoring him and must’ve forgotten to mention to Simon that he wasn’t home that day. 

“Oh,” Simon said, after Jace told him Magnus was off with Alec somewhere in Italy. “Well, in that case, I guess I should, um, be going.” 

“Stay?” Jace wasn’t sure why he suggested it. But being alone didn’t sound too great. “I mean, if you want… We could watch one of those star movies you’re always rambling on about?”

“Really?” Simon looked shocked. 

Jace shrugged. “Yeah,”

Simon grinned. “Alright,”

So Simon joined him on the couch after setting up the first Star Wars movie.

Jace didn’t really pay much attention to the movie, instead he watched Simon, as the vampire rambled excitedly about different things that were happening in the movie. 

It was about an hour into the movie that when Jace glanced at Simon, he noticed his eyes. They weren’t black, or gray, but a softer color. Something warmer. Gentle. Like melted chocolate. Jace couldn’t help but stare. (Don’t fall in love. Don’t fall in love.)

He didn’t say anything about it to anyone. 


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“<In school, during Xenobiology, we had a section on humans,> I told Tobias. <It mostly involved human television programs. News shows. Entertainment. Music.>

<Music? You mean like MTV? You were watching music videos on the Andalite home world?>

<I don’t remember what they were. I…I didn’t pay very much attention to Xenobiology. I wish I had now. A warrior is supposed to be a scientist and an artist, as well as a fighter. But I didn’t always enjoy that other stuff, so I didn’t pay much attention. I suppose humans always pay attention in school.>

<Absolutely,> Tobias said. <That’s why I am such an expert on the War of 1812.>”

- Book #8: The Alien, pg. 39 (by K.A. Applegate)

  • Anakin: Ahsoka! Why are you sequestered by this old holoprojector?

  • Ahsoka: I’m avoiding Lux and his truth bombs...he keeps saying he wants to talk to me. I’m afraid he’s gonna tell me he loves me or propose marriage or something.

  • Anakin: Oh my god. That makes me kind of want to cry.

  • Ahsoka: He dove in front of those lasers- for me. I can’t be mean to him. I watched him make caf for 28 minutes this morning. But I also can’t lead him on.

  • Anakin: Obi-Wan told me not to let him get hurt tonight, so I’ll keep him away from you.
  • ...
Lux: Have you seen Ahsoka?

  • Anakin: Ahsoka died eight years ago.
The One With The Black Lingerie

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Reader

Summary: After Jace leaves, you’re a total mess and while Alec does want to ask you out, he feels it’s too soon. He and Izzy come up with the genius plan of setting you up with a mediocre guy just to give you a little push until Alec’s ready to swoop in but you know Alec - all jealous and brooding - there’s no way he can watch you with another guy from the sidelines.

A/N: hey followers! i would love to know what other tv show/character imagines you’d like to see on here since both shadowhunters and teen wolf are on hiatus! so, drop me an ask with ‘tv show/character’ (not a request/prompt!) and i’ll write one for the most requested or liked! 

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“Oh god, when was the last time you brushed your teeth?!” Alec groans as he climbs into your bed.

“Go away,” you grumble, pulling the sheets over your head. Alec pulls them back down, “You’re going to have to get out of bed sooner or later. It’s been almost 3 months.”

“It’s not like I haven’t left my bed in that time,” you mumble.

Alec rolls his eyes, “Leaving your bed to take a shower and stock up on snacks doesn’t count.”

You huff, turning over to face Alec, “Your point being?”

“Jace is gone y/n…”

“I know that.”

Alec’s fingers delicately play with your hair, his eyes filled with sympathy, “You need to move on.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, sitting up and pulling you hair into a ponytail. Since that night that Jace had disappeared with Valentine, you felt like you had been losing your mind. It had been exactly 11 weeks and 4 days. Whilst you had spent the first month searching frantically for him, each day felt like he was getting further and further away. It got harder and harder to leave the institute knowing you would come back empty handed – knowing you wouldn’t be able to find him. You and Jace had grown up together and even back when you were crawling around on all fours, you had always stuck together. You went from best friends to what you thought was soulmates but he had still chosen to leave you.

“I’ll get dressed, let’s go kill some demons on something,” you laugh lightly, climbing out of bed and Alec catches you by your wrist, “No, like move on – move on.”

“What do you mean?”

“Since Valentine got the cup, a bunch of Shadowhunters have come here from Idris. Izzy kind of picked one out for you…”

“Alec, I’m not-“

“-Ready. I know, but how long are you going to stay hung up over Jace? First you drunk yourself into oblivion, then you turned into like a sloth-“


“Well, it’s true!”

You suck in a deep breath, staring down at your pyjamas that you didn’t care to admit how long you’d been wearing, “Fine.”


“One date and then you get off my back. Same goes for everyone else.”

“I’ll let Izzy know,” Alec smiles. Alec was the only thing that had kept you from going insane over the months. He spent days and nights by your side, making sure you were okay and despite wanting you to be up and about, he made sure all your favourite chocolates were always stocked. On nights he wasn’t at the institute, by your side, you couldn’t help but feel like something was missing – the same way you had felt after Jace had left you.

“You have yourself a deal,” Alec grins, holding a hand out. You reluctantly shake it and Alec looks you up and down, “Make sure you hop in the shower before you come downstairs and meet him.”

“No shit,” you grumble, shoving past him and into the bathroom. As you shed you clothes and climb in, you hear a knock on the door, “I restocked all the soaps and shampoo’s and stuff.”

“Thanks,” you mumble under your breath, looking around the bathroom to find everything had been restocked and there were even fresh flowers at the sink, “What a sly piece of shit,” you laugh to yourself knowing you would now owe Alec for taking so much care of you.

You take time to do your makeup and look good before you go downstairs and you had to admit, looking so attractive after spending months in sweats and barely washing your hair, it really boosted your self-esteem.

“You must be y/n,” a voice says behind you and you turn to find a gorgeous blonde haired boy grinning at you, “I’m Isaac,” he grins, holding a hand out. You shake it, your eyes studying him and very obviously so, since he towered over you.

“So I guess Izzy told you that I wanted to take you out, huh?”

“How did you even know about me I mean I’ve barely left my room,” you laugh nervously.

“I saw you sneaking out to get the fried chicken you ordered at like 3am. I was walking to your room to ask you for some and I saw you watching Star Wars-“ he pauses, not wanting to comment on the fact that you had also been crying, “Girl after my own heart.

You blush in embarrassment. You remembered that night clearly. You had been craving fried chicken so much that you had asked Simon to come drop some off for you. When you were sneaking back through the institute you looked terrible and in the hopes of avoiding bumping into anyone, you had taken to the staircase. Unable to see through your tears or regain balance with all the food in your hands, you tumbled down the stairs halfway up to your room and as ridiculous as it was, your only thought was ‘thank god the bag was tied up and my food Is safe.’

“You’re wondering if I saw you fall down the stairs…”

“Did you?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “I was going to see if you were okay but you just bounced right back up.”

“That’s me,” you swing an arm, trying to look enthusiastic.

“Well, I’m about to spar with Alec but what do you say we go out tonight around eight?”

You nod. You weren’t entirely sure about dating someone you barely knew but you were sure about one thing: you had to get over Jace. He wasn’t coming back.

“Oh, and Isaac,” you call out and he jogs back over to you, “Go for Alec’s ankle. He twisted it this morning,” you whisper, winking at Alec as Isaac steps onto the mat. The fight lasted about 40 seconds with Isaac kicking at Alec’s shin and then his ankle, sending him straight to the floor. Alec growls at you as he hobbles off that mat, “You totally sold me out!”

You shrug innocently and Alec scowls, nudging your shoulder as he storms past you.

“Oh come on, don’t be so petty,” you giggle catching up to him.

“Two minutes with the new guy and you’re already changing sides?” he pouts, ruffling your hair, “So what? Did you like him?”

“I mean, he’s pretty and he’s nice,” you shrug and Alec stares at you, “He’s not a doll, y/n.”

“Well, he is tonight,” you smirk, elbowing Alec playfully and his eyes widen, “You can’t be serious.”


“You aren’t going to sleep with him on the first date!”

“You’re the one who said the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else!”

“I DID NOT SAY THAT!” he almost shrieks and your eyes widen.

“Okay,” you laugh, “Calm down,” you suck in a sharp breath, “Well, someone said it. And they’re right.”

“Well, I think that’s stupid,” he grumbles.

You furrow your brows together, “You’re the one who told me to go on this date!”

“Yeah, to move on a little – you know, realize there are more fish in the sea. Have a nice date, maybe have a drink.”

“And I’m going to do all of that… just a tad more,” you wink, unsure of why Alec was mad at all. The entire thing had been his suggestion.

Alec stays silent, “You know what? Do whatever you want.”

You throw your hands up as he walks off, his long legs carrying him much faster than you could catch up with.

“Which one?” you ask Isabelle, holding up lingerie and she frowns, “That’s a tough choice,” her lips curl into a thoughtful frown, “Red says ‘slow and romantic’ and black say mhmmhmmhm,” she mumbles, wiggling her brows and you nod, “I think I need black.”

“Black what?” Alec’s voice interrupts you in the doorway and you stare at him wide-eyed as he spots the lingerie in your hands before his eyes travel to your dress.

“Whoa, you look so beautiful,” he whispers and you look down at your dress, “Beautiful? I was going for more hot-“

Well that too,” he mumbles, stepping closer to you. His eyes travel between your dress and the lingerie, “But you know what’s really hot? Ankle length, turtle neck dresses.”

“Shut up,” you laugh, “Well since you’re already here and have already seen, black or red?” you jiggle the hangers around and Alec sighs, “Black.”

“Good to see you’re over your hissy fit,” you smile and Isabelle raises a brow. You sit down beside her to explain, “So Alec tells me to go on a date and then gets pissed when he finds out that on this date I’m going to sleep with the guy after.”

Isabelle’s eyes widen and Alec shakes his head. Isabelle knew about Alec’s feelings for you whether he cared to admit them or not. As many a times that Isabelle had tried to convince him of them, he had just continued to deny it.

“What?” you ask, looking between the two of them.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? Isn’t it a little too soon after Jace? You don’t want to jump into things,” Isabelle blurts out.

Before you can answer, Isaac appears in the doorway, clearing his throat to make his presence known.

“You look so pretty,” he pecks you on the cheek, slipping his hands into his pocket nervously, “Are we ready to go?”

“Where are you taking her?” Alec interjects, stepping between the two of you. You look to Isabelle in disbelief but she simply shrugs.


“Sounds awesome. I was in the mood for shots,” you grin.

“Me too, how about you Izzy?” Alec asks, pulling his jacket on.

“Me too!”

You stare at the two of them, Isaac looking even more uncomfortable than you.

“Okay, then I guess we’d better leave… all three of us,” he mutters under his breath.

By the time it hits 1am, you’re storming out of the club, Alec chasing after you, “I’m so glad you finally decided to leave, that Isaac guy is such a bore!”

You glare at him, gritting your teeth, “Well you would know!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that any time me and him get close to talking you’re right in the middle! I mean, do you not like him or something?! You and Izzy are the ones who picked him!”

“Well, maybe I changed my mind!”

“About what?!”

“I don’t know!” he sighs, running his fingers through his hair, “I don’t like the way he runs his hands all over you and whispers in your ear! I don’t like that you’re ready to climb into bed with him even though you don’t know him!”

You inhale deeply, “I know you’re just looking out for me, but I’m okay Alec. You don’t have to get all big brotherly on me,” you laugh, Punching his arm playfully and he stiffens.

“That’s not what I-“

“Say no more! I promise, I won’t sleep with him. We’ll just talk tonight,” you smile and Alec shakes his head, “I don’t mean-“

“Come in when you’re ready!” you call out over your shoulder, disappearing into the crowd.

Your eyes search for Isaac and just when you’re about to give up, your pulled backwards by your arm into one of the VIP rooms.

“Not bad,” you laugh, looking around as your eyes land on Isaac, “How did you clear out the whole room?”

He shrugs, placing his hands on your waist, “I feel like we haven’t spoken a word to each other all night…”

“Well, maybe we should catch up,” you whisper.

“Okay – well, so far, how have you-“

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his. He pressed you up against the wall, his hands moving from your waist into your hair.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” he yells and you feel the heat of his body tear away from you.

It takes moment for your eyes to focus on what they’re seeing but surely enough, it was Alec beating the crap out of him.

“ALEC! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” you yell, pulling him off. Alec tries to lunge at him again and you shove him back by the chest, “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“YOU!” he yells.

Before you can answer you hear Isaac groaning behind you and you turn to find him grimacing, still on the floor.

“Izzy,” you sigh in relief as she walks in, clearly confused by the situation, “Can you take Isaac back to the infirmary at the institute?”

Isabelle nods, hauling Isaac up and pulling his arm over her shoulder, “What about you?”

“I’ll be there soon,” you state, stilling glaring at Alec.

Once they both disappear you rub you temples, “What is wrong with you today?”

Alec stays silence, his breathing still heavy. His eyes wouldn’t leave yours.

“Alec!” you snap your fingers in front of him face and he catches you by the wrist, “Don’t,” he hisses through gritted teeth.

“You’re pissed at me?” you laugh sarcastically, “What did I do wrong? You’re the one that dragged me out of bed to make me go on a date with some guy I didn’t know or care about and then you ruin that date – and not only do you ruin it, you actually beat up the super nice guy who was taking me out!”

“I wanted you to move on a little – I was just trying to give you a little push in the right direction!”

“And I took it!”

“THE RIGHT DIRECTION TOWARDS ME!” he yells before slumping, “I wanted you to come to me…”

For a moment you stay silent and between then and the moment you speak, a million thoughts occur to you. You think of Alec, your friend, the one who had got things going between you and Jace. The one who you complained about everything to. The one who always had and will always have your back. The guy who had seen you naked at least 10 times and whose only comment was ‘do you even own clothes?’
But then you think of Alec, the guy you always cried to. The guy who would literally kill someone for you. Die for you. And you would do the same. You think of how he had taken care of you, not only after what happened with Jace but with everything. Always. And then you think, ‘Why didn’t I pick Alec?’

“Then why did you set me up with Isaac?”

“Because you’re Jace’s girlfriend! Or at least you were!” he sighs in defeat, “And you’re my best friend…”

You stay silent and he steps closer to you, pulling your hands into his, “I was scared if I asked you, you would say no or that you wouldn’t be ready. I thought that if you went out with this guy, you’d get over Jace and then I could tell you – But it’s too hard watching you be with someone else when I’ve already been doing that all these years!”

“Tell me what?”

“That I love you…”

“Alec,” you stare at him, but he avoids eye contact, his gaze fixated on the floor.

“I always have. But the feelings subsided when I saw how great you were with Jace. I wanted you to be happy but then he left and at first I was just doing what I had always done – taking care of you and being your friend, but after a while I realized that if I saw Jace I’d probably kill him after seeing what he did to you. Because I love you and seeing you hurt, it hurts me. And seeing you happy, it makes me-“

“Happy,” you mumble, finishing for him, “Alec…”

“Tell me you don’t feel the same. Tell me there isn’t one beat in your heart that’s for me,” he asks sincerely, tilting your chin with his index finger so your eyes meet his.

You weren’t the most articulate person in the world. And in this situation, you really had no idea what to say. All you knew was that our heart was beating so fast, you weren’t sure of anything other than the fact that you wanted to kiss him. And so you did. Your hands tangled in his hair and your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Wait,” he whispers against your lips, slowly pulling away from you, “Say it.”

“Say what?”

“That you love me.”

You smirk, “You know, if you keep teasing me, you might be the one seeing my black lingerie tonight.”

Alec steps away from you, half amused and half serious, “As tempting as that is, we’re not doing anything until you tell me how you feel.”

“Alec, seriously? It’s not prom night. And you’re not my date. We don’t have to do the whole ‘Say you love me and then I’ll put out’ thing’!”

“Well, I’m gonna,” he scoffs playfully.

You knew you did. From the minute you felt his lips against yours. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was too soon and maybe it was going to ruin your friendship. But you did.

“Fine,” you smirk, poking a finger into his chest, “I…” you trail your finger down his chest to the waistband of his jeans, “Love…” you fingers dance across it and you stand on your tiptoes, your lips grazing his ear, “You.”

“I love you,” you repeat, pulling away from him, “Of course I love you.”

“And you’re not just saying that to get me into bed?” he teases.

“No, of course not,” you grin, “Don’t expect a call in the morning though.”

“We should get going,” Alec looks at the time, pulling you alongside him.

“But we didn’t finish what we were doing…” you pout and he laughs before his expression softens, “Maybe we should take things slow.”


“You know – you let me take you on a date and we start off right so this all goes well.”

“Well, what happens if we go fast?”

“I don’t want to. If I had asked you out all those years ago, I would’ve taken you on millions of dates and kissed you millions of times and I want to do all that. And considering Jace will kill me when he finds out, I want to do it properly.”

“Well Jace isn’t here anymore,” you sigh, the sinking feeling in your stomach returning.

“Yeah, but I am,” Alec smiles softly, “And I love you. And I want to be with you.”

“It should’ve always been you,” you whisper, pressing your lips to his, “And if that’s what you really want, we can do that,” you pause, “But… I’m not going to have to wait for our millionth date for us to-“

“Oh, nooo,” Alec chuckles, “I’m a patient, controlled guy but not that patient.”

I am done with being okay with Twin Suns

Like the title says, I’m done with denying my hate of the “Twin Suns” episode of Star Wars Rebels. (This isn’t meant to attack people who do like it- I just need to vent.)

For the longest time after Twin Suns aired, I told myself I liked the episode, the direction they took it in, and the ending they gave us for Maul. But honestly it was just the only way I could deal with it at the time; if I acknowledged all the things I felt was wrong with it, it wouldn’t make me feel any better, and it would only serve to amplify my sadness and regret at Maul’s death. I didn’t want to dwell on a negative thing I couldn’t change. But I’ve got to admit how I really feel about it, it’s eating me up inside.

For an episode that “wraps up” Maul’s story and his life, he only has 5 minutes worth of scenes, including the parts where he’s just a disembodied voice harrassing Ezra (which I thought was not believable anyways since Maul, while not above using Ezra, genuinely cared about the blueberry and wouldn’t intentionally torment him.)

Now I love Ezra as much as the next fan, but he had way too many scenes in this episode and most of them were of him travelling across Tatooine. Why couldn’t he and Maul have had more scenes talking to Obi-Wan and less scenes of sand?? It’s just not believable that he meets Kenobi and asks 2 questions then is forced to leave. He (AND MAUL) spent too much time searching for old Ben to only get less than 2 minutes of interactions with him.

I realize now that there are definitely more Kenobi fans than Maul fans in the writer’s room at Lucasfilm because Maul’s entire death was more about Obi-Wan’s feelings and Obi-Wans character development than anything else. We get to see the emotional aftermath of the battle and Obi-Wan gazing over the horizon at Luke. We were never intimately shown Maul’s struggle of longing for a purpose, clinging to the past, and the results of his horrific upbringing. The episode is framed in a way where Maul is the obvious “villain” and we don’t get a chance to sympathize with him except for at the very end.  

But the part that dissatisfied me the most was the discussion between Maul and Obi-Wan before the battle. There were so many things that could have (needed to) be said and yet the two of them just fell back into insulting eachother for a while before fighting. There was nothing new about this interaction between them and Maul’s dialogue could have been ripped straight from a Clone Wars episode. The lines were uninspired and it was lazy writing, and showed none of the changes or character development Maul’s been through in the last 15 years.

They made such a build-up the entire season about Maul wanting to find Obi-Wan, and they even purposely left Maul’s goal ambiguous, which led us to believe that Maul could have a different reason for wanting to find Kenobi. Why would they tease us with all the possibilities all season long to just give us literally the most uninspired and predictable ending ever? Maul said he wanted “hope” when opening the holocrons with Ezra- how does that even fit in with what we were given in Twin Suns?? We as viewers can rationalize this by saying he ultimately finds hope in the chosen one defeating Palpatine- but why would Maul himself say there’s “hope” in killing Obi-Wan?

Also don’t get me started on all the things that were cut from this episode. There was supposed to be a scene where Maul is hallucinating and talking to Savage (which would have been so powerful and emotional) and they cut it because “not enough viewers would know who Savage was”– are you kidding me?? Maul already told Ezra in Twilight of the Apprentice that he had a brother, so the audience is aware of that- but I bet most of the viewers have watched the Clone Wars anyways.

So they cut out a potentially beautiful scene of Maul coming to terms with Savage’s death and replaced it with Ezra’s “Saturday morning special” lesson at the end where they all basically go “Ohana means family”?  A lesson that Ezra has already learned time and time again?

Anyways. There’s my rant. I recognize that many people are going to disagree with me and that’s okay. The point is I feel a little freer knowing I don’t have to accept Maul’s death like a “good little fangirl” and enthusiastically gobble up every single piece of lazy writing Filoni throws at us… It’s okay to not like something the writers did even though you like Star Wars as a whole. I feel better now.


Teach Me How To Play Pt.1 (Tony Perry, Vic Fuentes, Mike Fuentes, Jaime Preciado) (Pierce The Veil)

Part 2

Word Count: 1,137


You and Tony had been secretly dating behind your brothers backs for the last two months. Your older brothers were Vic and Mike Fuentes and you were off limits to their band members. But that didn’t stop you and Tony developing feelings for each other, everyone joked that you were the female version of Tony because you liked all the same things so it was destined to happen.

Today you were at Tony’s apartment watching movies because you wanted to spend time with your turtle before he went on Warped Tour for the summer without you. Vic and Mike left you two alone to go and spend time with their girlfriends, while Jaime joked about being the third wheel which earnt him a smack from Vic.

After watching the third Star Wars film you excused yourself to get a drink, and while you were in the kitchen you heard a soft melody run through the apartment. You put your drink down and walked back into the living room where Tony sat cross legged in the middle of the cushion for you’d built strumming his acoustic guitar. He’d put his dorky glasses on which he knew you loved. You wanted nothing more than to go over to him and make out but you were lost in the beautiful melody.

Your brothers joked that you had no musical talent, but maybe you could get Tony to teach you how to play the guitar so you could prove them wrong. Plus you already knew how talented Tony was with his fingers so teaching you should be no problem.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there y/n.”

“Tony will you teach me how to play the guitar?”

Tony simply smiled and motioned for you to join him. He uncrossed his legs and you sat between them getting comfy, before you felt his arms snake around your waist and he started to trail kisses down your throat hitting your sensitive spot.

“God you’re beautiful y/n. If only I could call you mine in public.”

“I know turtle but my brother are overprotective. Now teach me the ways of the guitar master Jedi.”

Tony hummed in approval at your Star Wars reference.

“My young padawan I’m going to teach you the basic chords.”

You rolled your eyes at his equally cheesy reference as he placed the guitar in your hands.

“You already know the basic E Minor because I’ve seen you butcher it when drunk. So we’ll start with C Major.”

Tony gently picked up your hand and guided your fingers to the top five strings before you strummed them together, sounding good and not at all out of tune. Tony continues your lesson until you’re able to play basic chord progressions on your own. When you were younger Vic tried to teach you but he got impatient while Tony stayed calm.

“Tony you actually taught me something and I didn’t sound bad. Thank you.”

You shifted your position so that you were facing the guy you were falling more in love with each day and cupped his chin before leaning over and brushing your lips against his. He moaned against your lips before putting the guitar down and deepened the kiss, asking for entrance which you gave him.

It looked like your guitar lesson was over for the day. Tony pulled back and sighed before running his hands through his hair.

“I’m going to miss you while I’m on Warped y/n. The guys are going to get me drunk and try to find me a girl, but the only girl I want will be back here in San Diego. Yours are the only lips I want to kiss and your hands are the only ones I want on my body.”

Tony was the sweetest guy in existence and any girl would be lucky to call him their boyfriend, but it saddened you that you never could because your brothers. Hell Tony hadn’t even told you he loved you yet, you’d told him a month in and then panicked when he didn’t say it back as blamed it on the alcohol. And with Mike as your brother it was believable.

“Tony I don’t want to get in the way of your happiness, my brothers will never approve and you need a girlfriend who can be seen in public. Hell we’re not even official, simply friends with benefits.”


Hearing y/n call us nothing more than friends with benefits hurt because I was madly in love with her, I just couldn’t find the right words. There was no way I’d end up with another girl because I saw myself growing old with baby Fuentes. But before I could tell her that her phone went off.

“It’s Vic, I better take this.”

She got up off my lap and took the phone into the kitchen. I heard an excited squeal and rushed into the kitchen just as y/n hung up on Vic.

“Are you okay y/n?”

She nodded and turned to me with a huge smile on her face.

“I’m coming on Warped with you guys as your photographer because Adam is sick.”

That was the best news I’d heard all day, it meant I could spend my summer with her.

“That’s great babe, now I have something serious to ask you.”

“What is it Tony?”

y/n walked into my open arms and I cupped her chin making her look up at me.

“I never want you to think of us as friends with benefits y/n because you mean the world to me and I see myself growing old with you still watching Star Wars. A month ago you told me that you loved me and I panicked, but that’s because I didn’t know how to say it back. But now I have the courage to say I love you y/n Fuentes and will you be my girlfriend?”

y/n’s eyes watered slightly as she nodded.

“A million times yes Tony, damn that was beautiful you soppy turtle.”

She kissed me and I kissed her back, but we were interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind us.

“Well don’t you two look cosy?”

Both y/n and I froze before pulling away from each other, only to come face to face with a grinning Jaime.

“Jaime you can’t tell Mike and Vic.”

I held y/n close as Jaime shook his head.

“That was a beautiful speech turtle and you must really love her to go against Vic and Mike. I always shipped you two so your secret is safe with me. Only on two conditions, one is that I get to be the best man at your wedding and the second is that you name your first born after me.”

I let out the breath I’d been holding, Warped Tour had just gotten a lot more interesting.

anonymous asked:

you dont know who gretchen wieners is??

a quick google search told me she is, in fact, from mean girls

so let’s play “6 facts about mod fox that will make you lose all faith” game

1. I’ve never watched any popular american movie that tumblr likes to quote (except for Breakfast Club, and again it was because of tumblr)

2. I’ve never watched any Star Wars movies until the force awakens came out, and honestly I didn’t had any plans on watching it if it wasn’t for my parents PHYSICALLY dragging me to the cinema.

3. I’ve never played a single Pokemon game in my life and I watched maybe 6 episodes from the original series. 

4. I’m a filthy furry.

5. I claim to be a gamer but I’ve played maybe 6 games in my life and 4 of those were MMOs

6. I literally have no idea who 80% of the characters on this blog are, I don’t even watch that much anime to begin with.

Leave Him Alone

Originally posted by rswinther

Kurt Wagner x Reader

Leave Him Alone

Author: Morgan

Prompt(s): “hey you should totally write a kurt x reader fic where the squad is at the mall and while they’re there, people make fun of Kurt and he gets like really upset and then the reader stands up for him and ye.” and I know there was another one but I CAN’T FIND IT AAAAAH but yeah it was really similar to the other request, so yeah.

“I really liked zhat movie, but I feel like I vould have understood it better if I had seen zhe ozher ones first,” Kurt said as you, him, Jubilee, Scott, and Jean walked out of the theater. You had just seen Return of the Jedi. Of course, being the huge Star Wars nerd you were, you sat beside Kurt to explain everything to him.

“I have the VHS tapes at the mansion,” you told him. “We could watch those and then come see this one again,”

“I vould like zhat,” he smiled. “You know, Americans are much more accepting zhan I expected zhem to be,”

“You mean us or the humans?” asked Scott, leading the pack of teenage mutants to the food court.

“Bozh,” he replied, smiling. “Vhere are ve going?”

“Food court,” Scott answered. “Ever had a Slurpee before?”

“Vhat is a…Slur-pee?” Kurt asked curiously. Scott put a hand over his heart.

“You’re killing me,”

Everyone laughed as you got in line for snacks. Kurt stood beside you. You ordered two soft pretzels and two red Slurpees and then took Kurt to sit at the table with the others.

“Here,” you handed Kurt his pretzel and drink. He smiled, accepting them gratefully.


“No prob,”

Scott stirred up a conversation about Star Wars, but was interrupted when Kurt took a sip of his Slurpee.

“Aah! Somezhing’s wrong!”

“Brain freeze.” Scott replied, smirking.

“Vhat?! I froze my brain?!”

“It’s fine,” You rubbed his shoulder. “Just stick your tongue against the roof of your mouth.” He did, the pain subsiding almost immediately.


“Well, well, well, look what we have here,” a group of jocks, all dressed in lettermen jackets walked over to your table. “The freaks are loose.”

“Where’d you find the blue guy?” another one teased, coming dangerously close to Kurt. You glared daggers at them. Kurt squeaked in fear, edging away from them. “Get lost on your way to the freak show, little guy?”

“Leave him alone.” You stood up, putting yourself between the nearest jock and Kurt.

“Or what, shorty?” the third one asked. They all towered over you, but that didn’t seem to faze you. Jean and Jubilee smiled. They knew what you were capable of. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing with a freak like him anyway?”

“If you say the word freak one more time, I swear,” You shook your head.

“Swear you’ll what? Freak.”

“You guys might wanna cover your ears,” Jubilee whispered to the others, smiling. They did. And you screamed. Sonic bursts of sound blew the jerks across the food court. Kurt’s eyes went wide, smiling brightly.

“Holy shit!” Scott clapped his hands. “That was awesome!”

“That’ll teach them,” Jean smiled. The others laughed. Kurt smiled softly.

“Zhank you, for standing up for me.”

“I’ve got your back,” you told him, your hand resting on top of his. Scott nodded.

“We all do.”

You know, if you told six year old me that I could be watching Star Wars on it’s 40th anniversary but I wouldn’t feel seeing it Ineould have…

Well, actually her little head might be done in by the “40″. I mean, back then I moaned about an actor being sooooo old at 19. It was so ridiculously far off how could I contemplate it? 

Actually I’d already spent a lot of time contemplating the sun going red giant before collapsing in on itself. I’d lie  awake in the dark imagining a fleet of ships to save everything right down to the fossils deep beneath the ground, because, even though I understood I’d be long dead, I couldn’t stand the thought of the Earth and all life on it coming to an end. I could handle the idea of a few billion years, but 40??? I’d be ancient in 40 years!!!!

Umm, yeah, guess little me was right about that, even if it doesn’t feel so long ago. I am ancient! LOL

Moving on….

So how on Earth did someone that at 13 could literally watch the movies in an endless loop end up shrugging at an excuse for a rewatch? I know we didn’t have many video tapes yet (in fact I recently  found the index I made for all our tapes a couple years later) but come on, sitting there watching the films back to back and then just starting all over again??

We just rewatched the movies a few weeks ago and the cut of the first film I have makes me grumpy, but it still seems odd. Back when Doctor Who  had it’s 50th I felt a buzz of excitement and I even painted a box about it! 

But maybe I wouldn’t have felt that way now even about DW. Maybe it isn’t some faded love of Star Wars but a more basic lack of enthusiasm for anything anymore. It’s not you, it’s me. LOL 

I dunno. It’s just weird…..

300 followers smut continuation (KBTBB) Revenge - Prologue.

[I haven’t posted anything in a while & this was just sitting in my draft box, so I thought I’d post it & get you all super excited for this series! I’ll post the chapters as & when I finish them. Sorry to put the requests on hold again. I just got so into writing these, the requests kinda got put on the back burner. BUT YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED I WAS TO WRITE THIS. I HOPE THE FACT I LEFT THE CAPS LOCK CONVEYS IT A LITTLE…Anyway a HUGE thank you to @teresa-yukibito for giving me this wonderful idea & letting me run my sin past her. I hope you all enjoy. I REAAAAAALLLY enjoyed writing this. FUCK ‘EM UP MC.] 

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Serial Killer Calum Part 9

AN OK just so you guys know, I had about a twenty minute conversation with my dog about this part and how it was going to go, so if it doesn’t really sound like me typing, it’s because it was my dog who told me that idea, so blame her.ok so it’s around almost eight in the morning, i fell asleep briefly at like two, and then I woke up and went to my room to finish, would you mind telling me why my parents are SO FUCKING LOUD it’s like they’re having World War Two upstairs, and I want it to stop send help. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy part 9 xx

Calum’s POV

Y/N was silent as I continued to drive. I didn’t even notice she fell asleep until I heard small snores coming from her mouth. I didn’t notice the words as they poured out my mouth until I had said them. “I’m doing this because I love you.” When I didn’t hear anything coming from her, I presumed she’d been in shock. Turned out she had just fallen asleep. Just my luck.

When she woke up, she was a little disoriented. It was like she didn’t remember I was a killer. Her eyes blinked up at me, and I sent her a small smile. She smiled too, until her eyes flushed with memory, and it disappeared. Mine did too.

The silence was deafening. All that we could hear was the sound of the tires rolling over the pavement, and the breathing of the girl next to me. The beautiful girl. I watched as her eyes scanned the wonders of the outside, and wondered if there was ever innocence in mine like there was in hers. Only for a moment.

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 @inxquisitor liked for a Starter!

“Yo, Akechi-kun! I’ve been meaning to ask… Are you a fan of the Star Wars movies? I noticed your weapon in the Metaverse is a lightsaber, so I decided to ask.”

Truth be told, Akira had been asking himself that question a lot lately. Not only did he think it was a cool looking weapon (Ryuji and he agreed on that) but it also got him thinking. He had only watched two of the movies so if Akechi was indeed a fan, perhaps he could explain more about the series and Akira never let an opportunity to learn slip away from him. 

"Because I love you." - Stiles Stilinski

One sentence prompt: “Because I love you.”

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Warnings: fluff!

Words: 674

Originally posted by claudiastilinski

*Not my gif

You sat with your boyfriend on his couch watching one of the Star Wars movies for roughly the hundredth time. You, of course weren’t paying attention to the movie, you were too busy focusing on Stiles, watching him steadily as his attention stayed on the screen.

You honestly weren’t a big fan of the movies, you could never understand what was happening no matter how many times Stiles tried explaining it. You gave up asking what was going on a month into your relationship and decided just to pretend.

You would never tell Stiles this of course. You loved how deeply he loved these movies and how he was so eager to share these moments with you.

When he would go on about the movies and everyone else groaned with irritation, you smiled and nodded along in admiration. It was clear to anyone around you two to realize how crazy you were about the boy and vice versa. The only people who didn’t know it were you and Stiles.

Stiles glimpsed your way then raised an eyebrow at you. “What? Is something wrong?” He inquired.

You shook your head before responding. “No. Everything’s perfect.”

Stiles smiled in return and securely wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to his body. “Oh! This is my favorite part!” Stiles exclaimed causing another smile to spread across your face.

He said this every time.

And somehow, you never found it annoying.

Scott chose that moment to come in, neither you nor Stiles moved from your spot until Scott spoke up. “Star Wars again? I find it funny how you watch this movie so much Y/N. I could have sworn you said you didn’t like these movies.” Scott sat himself on the love seat knitting his eyebrows together at the TV.

“You don’t like the Star Wars movies?” Stiles questioned, leaning back to get a better look at you.

“I mean…It’s not my favorite movie.” You said, praying he wouldn’t get mad at you.

It was silly, you knew, to think he’d get mad at you for never telling him you didn’t like the Star Wars movies but the eagerness was there.

“So you lied to me about liking them?” Stiles interrogated you, taking his arm away from your body leaving you cold.

“I-Well I…I never actually said I liked them…” You muttered looking down to your lap.

“Why…I don’t get it. You could have told me. Why would you willingly watch a bunch of movies you don’t like over, and over again?”

“Because I love you.” You daringly confessed. Meeting Stiles’ gaze, you added, “And I love spending time with you I love that you’re always so eager so share the things you’re passionate about with me. If it’s something you love, than I love it too.”

The silence that followed your confession left an anxious feeling inside the pit of your stomach. The gnawing ach told you he didn’t feel the same way and you just screwed everything up.

“That was the single sweetest thing I have ever heard.” Scott’s voice came from the other side of the living room. You and Stiles both looked at him causing him to sit up straight. “Bet you forgot I was here. I’ll just make it as if I wasn’t here.”

The alpha stood up and exited the living room. You sighed and looked back to Stiles. “I’m sorry. You probably don’t love me back and I didn’t mean to–”

The intense feeling of his lips on yours interrupted your sentence. The kiss completely took your breath away as you closed your eyes and melted under his kiss. His hands had cupped your cheeks, pressing your lips as close to his as possible and when he pulled away your eyes remained shut as you reminisced the moment prior.

Your eyes slowly peeled open revealing Stiles in front of you. His eyes glimmered in the reflection of the light and you felt yourself fall even further in love with him.

“I love you too.”

I didn’t make him for you

I’ve been doing the Snowflake Challenge over in my journal for the past few days, and today’s challenge was to create a fanwork. So I wrote this meta piece I’ve been meaning to for ages. 

I’ve been thinking a lot about how fandom, specifically this corner of fandom that sprang from the early days of Star Trek (when at that time, fan culture predominantly revolved around literature in the science fiction and fantasy realms), has become mainstream. Enough so that now publishers are taking fanfic, filing off the serial numbers, and publishing it as original fiction, and Entertainment Weekly is hosting a fanfic contest, and Amazon’s trying to capitalize on fandom with a fanfiction publishing scheme. Fewer and fewer fan-run cons that are just for fans are happening; these days it’s all about the huge ComicCons and Wizard Worlds, where people have to pay big bucks for the opportunity to see their favorite celebs. Money is king at the sites where fans have mostly migrated, such as Tumblr and Twitter and Facebook, who only care about advertiser investment. Any of us who post vids to YouTube or Vimeo know how quickly a vid will get banned or blocked or just disappeared–all because of license agreements with music companies (mostly, some video producers will do it too), historically the most notorious business for screwing people over for what they perceive to be a profit threat.

And the newer generation of fans, man of whom have no idea of the history that’s out there and may not ever connect with other fans beyond follows and friends lists, who may never delve into the history of how hard fans had to work to have their creations shared, are often unaware of the fact that fanworks have historically not been public, have not been out there where just anyone could find them with a quick internet search. That a lot of people didn’t even know what slash was, for instance, because zines had to be sold under the table since they were considered porn and a violation, even if there was nothing explicit in them. Or that most people had to buy tapes, and later DVDs, to find vids, because the equipment was monumentally expensive and difficult to learn and there was no such thing as streaming. Everything was done from fan to fan, and people had to connect with each other in order to get content.

And it was decidedly not public. To be public usually brought scorn and ridicule, and since so much of media fandom, as opposed to the SF or comics world, was created by women, we were even more likely to get scorn heaped on us. Sometimes people were even threatened by participation–I know of at least two people whose partners used their fannish activities against them in divorce proceedings, and one person who was outed at her job for writing explicit slash by someone who disliked her. Read Fanlore and find out about the actions Lucasfilm took against Star Wars zine producers. It was just not a friendly world at all, outside the walls of our little castle.

So it’s been a hard road, sometimes, for people who started out when fandom was not talked about outside of fandom, when your porn fantasies or vids about your crush object weren’t likely to be discovered by People Who Didn’t Get It. We used to call those folks “mundanes.” We weren’t creating fanworks that would be read or viewed by mundanes, we were creating them for our fellow fans who squeed with us over the same things, who loved the same actors or musicians or athletes we did, who adored the same tropes we did. Who wanted to talk endlessly about the way those two characters gazed into each other’s eyes or the way you just knew that the singer and the guitarist were knocking boots because of the way they interacted on stage. Who respected the boundaries of the fandom universe.

In short, to quote Dr. Frank N. Furter, “I didn’t make him for you.” Our fanworks are not created for nonfans.

The main reason I’ve been thinking about this so much, aside from things like articles about EW’s stupid little fanfiction contest coming across my dashboard, is that a while ago I got the most delightfully hilarious comment on a YouTube video, and it reminded me that there are all these people out there now consuming our fannish content who just have absolutely no freaking clue that our content is not meant for them. They don’t get it. They don’t understand what fannish vids are, or what fanfic really means to the readers in the fandom. It doesn’t stop them from sharing their opinions, of course.

So the vid in question was one I made a few years ago for Vividcon, a Miami Vice vid I’ve wanted to make pretty much since I discovered vids back in the early ‘90s. It was to Peter Gabriel’s Red Rain, a song that was used on the show in one of the later season episodes. But that wasn’t why I wanted to make the vid, in fact, I’d actually forgotten Red Rain was used at all until…I got this YouTube comment from an actor who was in the episode where it was used.

This is GREAT… But actually RED RAIN was used in STONE’S WAR episode when I killed Lonette McKee… Check out the episode if you can. It’s a classic! As are all the Vice’s Trivia… G. Gordon Liddy returned as Capt Maynard and played my handler in that episode…. Bob Balaban played Ira Stone.

So, I laughed and laughed and laughed when I got this. Because he felt compelled to tell me that I was using the song wrong! It was only used in that episode, and I messed it up by putting all these other episodes to the song! And clearly you never saw that episode or you would not have used the song incorrectly, so here it is, go watch!

It never occurred to him, I guess, that if there were clips from, like, 20 other Miami Vice episodes in the vid, that would mean I might have watched Stone’s War (which, I did, when I first got the discs, but it’s one of my least favorite episodes, so…). Fannish vids aren’t a concept that he’s familiar with, so he doesn’t understand how clips are recontextualized in fanvids, how different stories are told using the format of blending song and video source material to create something new. He isn’t the audience that the vid was made for. (I actually am not denigrating him for leaving the comment, I was flattered as hell that an actor who appeared on the show watched the vid–that show gave me a lot of enjoyment for a very long time and is one of my all-time favorites.)

But it really brought home to me how much the audience has changed for these things. A number of years ago, a friend of mine was caught in a really difficult situation where someone uploaded her vids to YouTube, didn’t give an attribution, and one of the vids was an explicit look at a Kirk/Spock relationship. It went viral, and there was a whole kerfuffle around it that she never wanted, but the funny thing to me personally was that another friend of mine, who’s only marginally fannish but loves my friend’s vids to pieces, told me that someone had forwarded him a link to the vids, and made a snarky comment about the explicit one. He was like, “Yeah, I told them to shut their piehole and also that I’d seen them before and that I thought they were incredible and you’re not the audience they were made for.” In the years since that, I’ve seen this play out over and over again: mundanes discover fanworks, think it’s hilarious and stupid, mock fans in public (or maybe worse, try to shut down the production).

This past year, when the Avengers actors were on Jimmy Kimmel, he showed some (thankfully not explicit) fanart of Robert Downey Jr. and Mark Ruffalo’s characters and seemed to be, like the dick he is, baiting them and the other actors about how stupid and silly and embarassing fans were, and when they came back from commercial break, RDJ and Ruffalo were gazing into each other’s eyes, Ruffalo sitting on RDJ’s lap, re-creating one of the art pieces shown earlier. And I don’t know if they did it as a way to say “fuck you” to Kimmel, or they were mocking fans (with Ruffalo, I tend to think not), but it at least felt like they were saying, “Hey, it’s our fans. It’s okay. Let them have their fun, this isn’t for us.” And we’ve seen how the Sherlock actors were pushed to read some fanfic in public, as a way to laugh at and embarrass them and the writer of the fanfiction.

The fact that the lines are more and more blurry between fan content creators and general mass consumption work is making these things happen so much more frequently. Sometimes we’ll get people who grok us, and love us, and support us (Orlando Jones, for instance, who was such a huge participant in Sleepy Hollow fandom). Sometimes it’ll be someone like the actor who left me that YT comment, people who don’t get it, but feel the need to share anyway, or my friend who told off a nonfan who wanted him to join in the mocking of a vid. Sometimes it’ll be people who buy an ebook because it sounds interesting, not knowing that the writer is also a fanfic writer and that the characters are based on the ones they write fanfic for.

The genie’s out of the bottle, and fandom is a public thing now. But one thing I see that hasn’t really changed, over and over again, is that we didn’t make it for them. We made it for ourselves, our friends, our follow lists, the other congoers, the person who has yet to discover fanworks but will when they think, “Wow, I love this, I want to read more about this or see more about this” and input a search, discovering a whole new world they never knew existed. It’s that thing that people like my comment-leaver don’t understand–fanworks are an invitation: Come squee with me.

Funnyransom’s thoughts on: Taehyung’s Acting Debut


The first time I knew of Taehyung’s existence was during Korean class in Spring of 2015. With his messed up bed hair styled perfectly to fit the “bad boy on the streets desperately trying to pick up a girl” theme, his strawberry flavored (?) lollipop, and the way he threw it down with such force and licked his thumb while bouncing up and down– everything about it was pure seduction perfection. Insert clip now: 

Truth be told, Suga wasn’t my first bias. 


ME: “Sorry, Yoongi! It was because i was shallow and did not look past the outer appearance! I mean, come on, look at Taehyung! I felt war of hormones!! ME! T_T”

Moving on: So, I remember one summer night, in attempt to further educate myself on this kpop boy group called Bangtan Boys to write better fanfictions, I stayed up numerous nights (thank God I didn’t have anything else to do with my life cause once you’re in the Bangtan hole, you’re in there deep! lol.) watching everything from Bangtan bombs to music videos to radio interviews to Rookie King to American Hustle life– and i remember saying more than “I want to be their girlfriend/boyfriend”, I said, “Oh. It’d be really cool to work with them, someday.”

By “work with them”, as I’m sure my lovely followers know– i have a thing for writing. I mean, why else would i make reactions and scenarios if i didn’t enjoy imagining scenarios and reactions? Haha. So, in a couple of years or millennium or perhaps in another life, it would be a bucket list check off for them to act in something that i have written for them.

As an aspiring scriptwriter, i may have a keen eye for potentially talented actors and actresses or so I like to think. One member in BTS that stood out to me the most was Taehyung.

Does anybody remember the BTS elevator prank? Jin did his 1+1=giyomi, Rapmon sang a soprano, Jimin giggled like a perv, Jungkook was as awkward as ever around the woman, Suga did a splendid ab wave, Jhope sprawled across the elevator while the fair maiden walked in, and V– he acted like a noble and a peasant from a HISTORICAL DRAMA (2 characters in one). Not only that but whenever I saw V, i was thinking, “Wow. This kid would be really good at acting.” (I can’t find a gif of V in the elevator. HALP! >.<)

Anyways, The nights that i stayed up watching Taehyung, i remember specifically thinking and waiting for the day Taehyung would debut as an actor. I felt that this boy was meant to be in the entertainment world more than simply in the countryside playing his saxophone while looking up at the lonely moon, whistling and wondering what else life could have had in store for him. (I mean, how sad would it be if V wasn’t in BTS? … like, don’t even get me started! Haha.)

So, the conclusion for this whole rant is that—I, Funnyransom, want to say, “Taehyung, noona is not ready for your acting debut because I know it’ll only go up from there. But at the same time, I know you must do you duty and share your given talent and beauty with the rest of the world so that one day, you can star in American movies like you said you have hopes to. I thought you’d wait for me to write your scripts for you but you’re obviously doing fine– getting casted in Hwarang: The Beginning. And honestly, that’s probably a lot better than what I had planned for you because I wanted you to star in some high school love story but now, I’m getting super excited because I get to, HOPEFULLY, see you forehead in the Silla dynasty style. DO YOU SEE THE FOREHEAD?! lol. 

I just want you to know that I’ll be eagerly waiting for your performance, Taehyung! So, train well riding the horses. Don’t fall off and hurt yourself because actors are one of the most important people on set. Respect all the crew and cast. Get some rest and do the best that you can. But most importantly, stay humble and have fun because I feel like you were born to do this along with so much more. So, Aja Aja Fighting, Kim Taehyung!”

- Funnyransom

Now, time to appreciate some fine Taehyung’s acting skills in action. 

1. Taehyung’s horse riding practice: http://become-the-story.tumblr.com/post/140217477473/bts-trans-160229-vs-tweet-%EB%B9%A0%EC%9D%B4%ED%8C%85

2. Taehyung the Teenage Delinquent: 

3. Taehyung the partying professional:

4. Taehyung the professional kisser on set of man

5. Taehyung the professional tear jerker without need for onions and/or tear drops: 

Anyways, let me know what you guys think about Taehyung’s debut! :) I’m excited. haha. 

Star Wars

A little rant here, and I’m gonna be nice about it. People are always hating on the prequels. Don’t blame the actors. George didn’t let them method act like he did in the originals. He told Hayden to talk and act a certain way. Not to mention the script. I mean it was obviously Lucas fault. I mean Come on, Natalie and Ewan has won many awards and are obviously great actors and some of their lines were terrible. If you think Hayden can’t act you need to watch Life as a House. Also to my generation, you know you used to like the prequels until the older generation who was around for the originals, started complaining. I hear them oh so proud about seeing the originals in theater. The prequels were for our generation to say the were around for, just like the sequels will be what our children will tell there kids about. People say your not a real fan if you like the prequels. But let me tell you something. I can point out problems with the originals too but I look past the flaws and enjoy the story line. I mean come on, Luke was just as whiny as Anakin, but no one gets mad at Mark. And as you can tell Kylo is just as big as a baby.


anonymous asked:

Can you do one where you are At the studio with the bvb cuz Andy biersack is your boyfriend and when another band comes the lead singer of that band starts flirting with you go and tell Andy, Andy tells the guy politely to back off but then he says and and starts flirting with you some more so now Andy pissed and like him and Andy have a war on how much they love you or who is better and Andy says something that the guy can't beat.

I’m so sorry this took so long! I love this request<3

(Um.. i did Oli Sykes because someone told me they weren’t very good friends so.. yehh. I hope this was okay)

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