i wanna steal this so badly

this sounds like a…non problem. but i have the week off for “thanksgiving break” which is a thing here for high schools, and it’s sent me spiraling into the panic of having to fill the time between when i wake up and fall asleep. keeping myself busy is a necessity in managing my constant anxiety and *spins wheel* Neuroses Of The Day, so i’m kind of struggling without the obligation of going to work.

 ALSO thanksgiving is a triggering holiday for obvious reasons. i so badly fucking wish i could eat carbs and sugar and not immediately wanna steal the bread basket and pumpkin pie and retreat to my room. it’s like…comical and sad. food is my drug!!!! and i can’t just abstain from it!!! so it’s a process in learning what i can handle and what will just make everything worse.

anonymous asked:

Hey rat what where the things that made you stop defending sixpenceee. I did some of my own research but I wanna know what you think

The main two things that I saw all the time and could absolutely no longer defend:

  • sheer laziness in post-making; she didn’t fact-check basic points, she got names/dates wrong, her posts were riddled with terrible grammar and spelling, and she sourced sporadically at best. I couldn’t understand why someone with such an influential blog would spend so little time on it. not to mention a lot of the posts were awkwardly worded and/or just badly written in general.
  • post-stealing; I’ve seen her copy-paste huge chunks of Wikipedia articles, huge chunks of Reddit stories/threads, huge chunks of other bloggers’ posts. she’s even done it to me – I’ve posted something and @’d her in the tag, and she’s taken the post and reposted it to her blog. sometimes she would “credit” me as in saying I found it, but she never reblogged my actual work. god knows how many other people she did this to.

These are the two things I saw constantly all the time, and the laziness and plagiarism just really rubbed me up the wrong way. Some of the other stuff also happened often but didn’t annoy me as much (but I didn’t appreciate it, either), and some of this stuff rarely happened/I didn’t witness myself, but they’re all factors:

  • the money grabbing/constant self-promoing/note grabbing; like, I get it. no one is on Tumblr if they’re not looking for notes, but stuff like “follow for my woke soul” and ““deep”” quotes I used to see on stickers for MySpace profiles were just embarrassing and annoying. not to mention the mall goth shirts and the constant reblogs of her several other blogs. I didn’t follow for that. I followed for creepy content, and I got less and less of that over tie.
  • the art stealing; sixpenceee made shirts out of a lot of art I’m pretty sure she’s not licensed to use, including stuff under copyright law. this is really reckless behaviour and while most of the time I think copyright laws are bullshit I only apply this to massive corporations raking in billions. small independent artists are a different matter altogether. plus the shirts are constantly reblogged and very badly made. it’s just more of the above: she puts no effort in to anything.
  • ableism; I’m going to admit that I haven’t seen as much of this as it’s made out and that was the main reason why I sat on the fence for so long, but the more I read multiple accounts of people saying the same thing the more I can’t turn a blind eye anymore. once enough people are saying it, and for so long, it’s probably wise to take note. also when I sat down and thought about it I do remember several occasions where she’s tagged things mentally ill people have made/gone through as “creepy”, and a lot of the stories she rips off from Reddit do have the cheap ““twist”” of “and then………… he was MENTALLY ILL!!!111!!”
  • harassment/bullying/etc; this was something I hadn’t seen when people first started messaging me about her and for a while I did have the opinion of “well she can’t control her followers” but the more I’ve looked into it the more I’ve seen countless people saying that she either encouraged it or played the victim to encourage it, and several bloggers have been bullied into taking breaks or leaving altogether. she seems to do this to people who speak out against her, or other paranormal bloggers. I get you can’t control your followers but she has so much influence that she could shame them into stopping with one post. I have a fraction of her followers (in the five digits) but even I have had to do it in the past. it’s simple. you just make a post saying you don’t condone it and to stop, and 90% of people do. if people are bullying others in your name, shouldn’t you be ashamed? shouldn’t you want them to stop?

I feel really annoyed that it came to this because sixpenceee did help me out a lot at one point, and while I’m still grateful for that, one reblog two years ago is not enough for me to stay silent about all this anymore. there’s too much evidence against her and this “pay me to be nice to you” idea of hers says too much about her that makes me personally uncomfortable. I followed for good creepy content, not lazy posts, plagiarism, and fraud. everything else I’m more inclined to believe because of that “sixpenceee heals” post, too – and the fact that so many people have messaged me calling me brave for calling her out and saying they’re too scared to do it themselves just proves the other points. it’s a shame, but I can’t pretend it’s not happening anymore. 

"The skirt is supposed to be this short,"

1 + Haechan

You had a date with Haechan and you had been trying for ages to pick out the right outfit. You wanted something cute but that also made him notice.

You had ordered this new skirt offline and you really liked it except that it was quite short. Well really short but then that’s how it was meant to be. At least you assumed.

It didn’t quite border on indecent but it did border on bordering indecent. Which didn’t quite make sense. But then again it was the perfect description for that skirt.

It made you look good though and you really wanted to impress Haechan. It was the first date you were going on since you became official and you didn’t want him to forget what attracted him to you in the first place.

But then again you still weren’t quite sure what that was.

You put it on as you were running out of time. You fixed your hair and took one last look in the mirror before grabbing your phone and heading to the nearby coffee shop where you were to meet him.

You got a few looks from boys at the school near your house which boosted your confidence. It looked fine, you looked great.

Haechan was waiting for you at the coffee show when you got there.

You smiled at him as you walked in the door but his face looked as if he had seen a ghost.

“Ahh y/n your skirt! All the boys they were looking at you!” He said in what you thought was mock horror.

“Calm down Donghyuck, I can wear what I like, it’s a fashion choice. The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

“I’m not saying you don’t look pretty and fashionable I’m just worried about the other guys.”

“Your so great and pretty you see y/n I’m worried if they see you dressed like that they will steal you away from me.” He said pouting as you sat down.

“And also…” before he could finish you gave him a small peck on the lips to shut him up.

“You never stop talking Hyuckie, I like this skirt so I will wear it. But I promise you can protect me from ‘the other guys ’. Because baby I don’t want no body but you.” You said. Badly singing the line from Limitless.

Haechan chuckled.

“Ahh you’re right. I can fight the other guys with my ninja powers.”

“Sure you could Donghyuck sure.”

“You wanna die!” He said before you both burst out laughing.

anonymous asked:

not sure if you’re still taking prompts, but maybe rick catching you doing something you weren’t supposed to, like making yourself cum/leaving another partner’s house/etc.? absolutely am in love with your writing ❤️

(thank you so much darlin, this prompt is giving me some SPICE. also sorry i never really edit these prompts heavily whoops)

“Going somewhere?”

You and your date startle at the disembodied voice, twisting around to see the owner seated on your couch. Rick. He has one arm thrown lazily over the back, the TV switched on to a program you know he hasn’t been watching. You hurry to your door and unlock it, trying to rush your impromptu guest out of your place.

“What are you even doing here?”

You glare at Rick and he lifts an eyebrow.

“O-oh, I’m sorry, did I interrupt? Didn’t you fuck him yet, or did you need more time? Should - should I come back?”

Your date watches the interaction with mild confusion and tangible discomfort. “Is this your… dad, or?”

You bite back a laugh and open the door, gesturing out. “No, but -”

Rick clears his throat. “B-but I may as well be. She uh, she call you Daddy, too?” He rises from his seat, smirking and staring this guy down like he might rip into his flesh and eat it with his bare hands. “She’s a real treat, this one, huh?”

The guy makes for the door and barely turns to tell you goodbye, nervous gaze shifting between you and Rick before he turns around. You let your door slam shut and turn to face him, hands on your hips. He shakes his head knowingly, pointing a finger at you.

“D-Don’t even fucking start, little - little miss. You kids have fun? Huh? Did he get a taste of that pussy?”

You chew on the inside of your lip and avert your eyes, scoffing at his responding laughter.

“He didn’t eat your pussy - surp - big surprise there. Not making you cum, and all.”

“I did cum. I still have a clit, it’s fully functional.”

Rick slams his flask on your coffee table and strides over to you, snatching your chin in his fingers to tip it violently up so you can’t escape his blazing stare, focus unwavering.

“Oh, I know aalll about that. Seems like you forgot, though - inviting little fuckboys over to pump ‘n dump you, wh-when you could be taken care of by a fucking man.”

You feel your heart drop right into the basin of your hips, settling, melting into the core of you.

“What’re you gunna do, Daddy?” you ask, eyes wide and cheeks red. “You gunna scrape all of his cum out, fill me up again?”

Rick laughs, a genuine laugh that momentarily erases his anger and lights his face up. He looks handsome. You want to kiss him, taste his misplaced joy for yourself, but it dies as soon as it begins and he sighs, shaking his head.

“Your disgusting, dirty little cunt isn’t getting touched for - for days. Not by me, not by you, and not by whatever sub-standard fucking chud happens to charm you while you’re out and about. Y-You understand me?”

You remember how to breathe and chide yourself for being so easy, for buckling at his tone. He grabs your wrist and brings it to the strained crotch, pressing it to his trapped cock. Heat radiates from his body, especially here, and it steals a little gasp from you.

“…I understand.”

“Yeah, you will - on your knees. Drop. Hard.

Eyes trained on the floor in humiliation, you drop. The smooth caps on your knees crack painfully down and you hiss against it. He taps you under the chin and you look up to see him pulling his cock free from his slacks, stroking lazily toward the fat curve of the head.

“You w-wanna be a fucking cocksleeve so badly. Guess I should oblige - isn’t that generous of me? Open up. Wider. I-I-I fuckin’ said wider.”

Jaw aching already, he pushes his cock over your tongue and offers a couple tentative rubs before thrusting directly to your throat. He jerks his hips to ram against the tight, resistant ring of muscle there and soothes you impatiently through your gagging. Your stomach lurches and you can barely see Rick’s body through your blurred vision, fat crocodile-tears rolling down your cheeks to drip off your chin.

“That’s it, th-there we go. You’re getting everything you deserve tonight. God, I fuckin’ like seeing you cry. You like crying for Daddy wh-while he fucks your mouth?”

Your strangled moan pushes him over some kind of edge - he grabs the sides of your head and snaps his hips even faster, barely giving you time to breathe as he uses you. You close your eyes and try to hold your throat open for him, wiggling in your seated position to dispel some of the building tension.

When Rick cums, you feel every muscle in his frame go tight before he moans, guttural and drawn out, whining a little each time you manage to swallow around him. When he’s satisfied, he eases himself out and watches you gasp and sniffle, zipping himself away with an amused little half-smile. You wipe your mouth and cheeks, face wet with your efforts.

“I like you like this. Y-You look so pathetic.”

“Fuck off.”

“Then w-who’s gunna bathe you? Stand - get up, c'mon. To the tub. I wanna scrub every inch of you clean.”


Gajevy high school commission for @twit-what-things! Thank you for commissioning me, Whitney! <3

word count:1.1k

pairing: gajevy with mention of nalu

characters: gajeel, levy, lucy, and mention of natsu

Levy thought this was an ordinary day. It would consist of burning holes through the back of her math teacher’s head as he droned about showing work, eating lunch with Lucy, and possibly looking at Gajeel’s stupid face.

Today was not one of those days. Gajeel had stolen her lunch–again. It wasn’t as if he had stolen her lunch three times that week, leading Levy to go to class with her stomach grumbling.

“See ya later, shrimp!” Gajeel laughed uproariously, his big stupid body bolting faster than Levy’s legs could possibly carry her. Shaking a fist, she raced after him anyway.

“Get back here, punk!” Levy yelled at Gajeel from across the hall as he ran away with her lunch. What the hell was up with him grabbing her lunch and running away? It was like he had a problem with her eating tuna sandwiches all day. Damn. She really enjoyed them.

As she glared at the small-time gangster as he swung around the corner, Levy crossed her arms and sauntered over to Levy with a sigh. Lucy smiled gently at her best friend before dropping her gaze back to the thick book she was reading.

“Did Gajeel get away from you again?” Lucy asked, not lifting her eyes from her book.

“Yes. It’s hella annoying,” Levy scoffed, frowning.

“You know, when you say ‘hella’ you sound a lot less badass than you’re trying to be. You sound like a basic–” Lucy said, a soft smirk beginning to cross her face.

“I get it. No need to explain,” Levy replied, holding up her palm to keep her best friend from talking–and making a social faux pas. Lucy enjoyed making up her own ‘swear words’, which further solidified her geek girl status. Levy wasn’t quite sure how she and Lucy became friends because of their different social ties, but they had stuck together throughout eight years.

“I think I have a theory about why he takes your lunch everyday,” Lucy said after a moment of scanning the book in her hand. Snapping it shut, Lucy pursed her lips and waited for Levy to respond.

There was silence between the two until Levy scoffed. “What’s the theory, O’ Wise One?”

“You two have fission.”

“What the everloving fuck is fission?”

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Here, lemme be the first to draw this kid from the Hello neighbor Halloween trailer by TinyBuild!! It seems people are ignoring this poor kid. So here is some fanart of him of what I think he looks like since we only get to see his shorts and shoes. I wanna know what happens to him so badly!

Also I’m not dead on tumblr yet hhh also also I’m not Russian nor speak it so I had to use a translator so I hope I got it right (I did translate it)

This character belongs to TinyBuild who also owns Hello neighbor!

This version design of this character belongs to me!

Art drawn by me!
Do not steal my art!!
Do not claim my art!!!
Do not use for base art!!!!
Ask before use!!!!!
ONLY reblog and ONLY like if you like my art (this is due to porn blogs and porn bots)

PS he likes orange and blue

Heroes Don’t Cut Ties- Chapter 2/2

The second chapter to this story (x)!

Words: 1561
Warnings: None
Summary: One member of Vox Machina uses the earrings one more time that night, and Scanlan is just close enough to hear.

Ao3 Mirror (x) I had to redirect this link through my blog to make sure it shows up in the tags, so his link isn’t going to work on mobile, sorry about that! The actual url is archiveofourown.org/works/10915089/chapters/24296427.

So, talking to Kaylie about what had happened had gone— Well. Scanlan had certainly tried to keep it from blowing up.

“So they were in trouble and you didn’t even do anything?”

“I haven’t seen them in more than a year. They’ve been able to handle themselves before, and what was I supposed to do? Was I just supposed to leave you sitting alone in the tavern while I ran off to go jump into a fight I knew nothing about? I’m not like that anymore! That’s not what I fucking do anymore!”

“You looked scared for them in there, dad. You looked like you knew something was wrong. How could you just sit there and listen to that? All the stories you told me about them— I thought you cared about them! If this is how you’re going to act then why do you still have that earring on in the first place?”

Now she was curled up, back turned to him, snoring quietly. The second tavern and inn they’d relocated to, the Drunken Unicorn, wasn’t as nice as the first, but it was still a soft bed and a good meal— ‘soft’ and ‘good’ being relative terms. Scanlan wasn’t tired and knew he wasn’t sleeping any time soon, so sitting in a dark room stewing wasn’t going to do anything but work him up.

He decided to go for a walk.

The moon was high in the sky when he got outside; the tavern he’d had to cross through nearly empty. Scanlan knew he could defend himself if need be, so he let his feet carry him through moonlit, cobbled streets without paying much mind to where he was headed. He had only been in this town a couple days, and didn’t have the layout anywhere near memorized yet. He knew that there were several taverns, and that one was the Broken Bottle and one was the Drunken Unicorn. He knew that these taverns were at opposite ends of town.

It was late enough that the streets were almost entirely empty, save for the occasional wandering guard or citizen emptying a night’s worth of drinks onto a street corner. He’d always been reasonably good with keeping himself oriented and finding his way around, which is why he was surprised to find himself standing in front of the Broken Bottle. He hadn’t meant to come back here; he hadn’t thought he’d even been moving in this direction. He turned to leave; he’d hate for Kaylie to wake up without him there and get worried.

He was even more surprised to hear a small voice say, “Hey, Scanlan.”

He whipped around, but the tavern door was closed. There wasn’t even a window on the front of it to see out of— as far as he knew, he was completely alone. Pike shouldn’t be talking to him—

That’s when he remembered the fucking earrings.

“I know you’re not gonna hear this, but I just wanted to tell you about my day, cause it’s been pretty crazy.” Her voice was quiet, her words slurring together. “Y’know, just to give you an update since the last time I did this.”

Oh gods, there had been a last time? How often had she done this, thinking he’d never hear?

“So, all of Vox Machina and me, we had to go check some dude out for someone else, and see if he was involved in some— some sneaky— …Y’know, I didn’t really understand it even when I was sober, I think it was some illegal noble stuff? You know, killing people, smuggling things—”

What had he just been fucking saying about rushing into fights he knew nothing about? Of course they hadn’t changed their ways at all, they were still doing stupid, dangerous things that were going to get them killed.

“Anyways, we had to go investigate him and knock him out to bring him back to the first guy, only we didn’t know he could cast fucking spells, and he had buddies hiding in the house that protected him— It was a really tough battle but we totally kicked ass— I mean, I went down once, but only for a few seconds! And we were all out of spells after the fight so I’m gonna sleep off what I can and get myself all patched up in the morning.”

Scanlan’s stomach dropped at that; he remembered how scary it had been to hear everyone else’s reactions to that. Her upbeat tone hardly fit what she was talking about.

He could walk away right now, and he wouldn’t have to hear the rest of this. If he took the earring out at the very least until he was back in his own room at the other inn, he’d be free of being forced to hear—

He sat down against the side of the building.

“And besides, Grog brought me back up. Cause buddies help each other out!” God, he could just hear the grin in her voice. He missed that grin. “An’ then we won cause we’re fucking great, and we brought the guy to the other guy, and we came back to find a place to stay and me and Grog had a drinking contest and I won— He’s passed out at the bar next to me right now. Man, the person who served us said if we’d gotten here a couple hours earlier we could’ve caught some people playing for the crowd here. She couldn’t remember their names but she said they were great— I bet they weren’t half as good as you are. I really miss your singing. An’ I’m getting really tired but I just thought I’d let you know that we got to Wildmount safely, and we’re all doing pretty okay for ourselves, and the bakery’s going good even though we’re not around to run it right now—”

Bakery? What bakery?

“And we’re still kinda slow getting back into being all together again but it’s super easy now that we’re doing jobs for people—”

Again? Had they been apart since he’d left?

“And I miss you a lot—”

Oh, no.

Pike sounded close to tears that time, and getting closer the longer she talked. “We all do, I think… Grog especially. He’s the only other one that knows I do this and he said he was gonna give it a try cause he misses you a lot too. And you’ve got the other gatestone for a reason, if you ever wanna… I dunno, like, come say hi? An’ I’m probably too drunk to be doing this at this point cause I’m really tired and Grog looks really comfy on the bar but I just miss you a lot, Scanlan, and—” she broke off to sniffle loudly, and Scanlan felt sick to his stomach. “I dunno. I’m glad you’re with your daughter. I’m glad she’s got such a good dad. Cause that’s so important, you know, having a good family, one that doesn’t treat you badly or try to steal from your friends or… Or…”

The sentence was cut off by the sound of a broken off snore.

He hadn’t understood the ending at all, but that didn’t really matter. It mattered less than the rest of what she’d said, at least. He stared at the entrance to the tavern. He could go in there, wake Pike up, say hello to her and only her—

She’d never let him do that.

Still, his mind kept forcing him back to how she’d said she was hurt and everyone was out of spells. He’d swore wasn’t going to go back to just healing them whenever they asked, but—

Well, she hadn’t really asked.

And besides, it was Pike.

Scanlan circled around to the side of the building, where he found a window hanging ajar. His breath hitched when he saw them; Grog face down on the bar, Pike leaned over on Grog’s massive shoulder, both of them snoring loudly. Pike, from what Scanlan could see, was still roughed up. Bruises littered the upper half of her body, and she looked like she was boasting a pretty nasty shiner on her left eye. Scanlan could only wince at the thought of what she did to whoever caused that.

It took a couple of breaths to steady himself before he started to sing.

It was quiet, and under his breath; he didn’t want anyone to hear him. He sang a handful of lines from what he’d played that night, a ballad about a travelling band of heroes that got themselves into shit and always came out on top even though they were jackasses. Despite his quiet voice, the song carried itself into the tavern and across the room, and some of Pike’s wounds began to glow with a soft, purple light as they healed. Cuts closed, the black eye’s swelling went down. She looked much better by the time he finished.

With a sigh, Scanlan took in the sight of the pair at the bar one last time before turning around. He was mostly certain of the way back to the tavern he was staying in. And if he got lost, it was only 3 in the morning; he had plenty of time to find his way back. He’d get some rest with Kaylie, and the two would set off for another city in the morning.


Character: Dean Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 1,346

Request:  REQUEST: a teen reader (deans daughter) and they go to ikea and maybe she’s in a bad mood or something so Dean try’s to cheer her up by goofing around with her in the store while Sam is actually trying to do some shopping and just super cute. Love your writing <3

Style: daughter!Reader

A/N: Confession, I have never actually been to Ikea. Because of that, I have the setting as a department store (think of Sears or Macy’s, that sort of thing).


   “Can’t I just stay in the car, Dad?”

   “No one said you have to go in, but it might get really hot out here with the car off. Thought you might prefer some AC.”

   “I can keep it on; just leave the keys.”

   “Run it while it’s parked, and you’ll kill the battery. Come on, we won’t take long.”

   With a huff, you open the door of the Impala and step out into the parking lot. The sudden heat is an unpleasant change from the cool interior of the car, and the sun beats down bright and intrusive in your face. Ahead of you are rows of vehicles broiling as they reflect the summer sunshine into your eyes, and beyond them looms a two-story department store. Groaning internally, you trudge along behind your father and uncle, hands shoved into your pockets.

   Could’ve just said you want me to come with you, you think.

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Model!Bitty (1/?)

part two

Jack Laurent Zimmermann couldn’t speak.

It wasn’t because his mother had dragged him to another one of her management meetings. It wasn’t because she was trying to force him to socialise with the models. It wasn’t even because she’d made him make a speech he’d been completely unprepared for in front of the entire modelling agency and he’d entirely screwed it over.

It was all to do with the small southern boy standing in front of him, wrapped up in a navy suit that must have been tailored just for him, his blond hair swept back and his brown eyes warm and sweet like freshly melted chocolate.

“Mister… Zimmermann?” he tilted his head, the smile that danced on his lips amused, “Your eyes are open but it seems you’ve fallen asleep.”

Jack thrusted out a hand suddenly, internally kicking himself for the momentarily startled look on the model’s face, “Jack. Call me Jack. You’re, uh… Mr. Bittle, aren’t you?” He said the name as though he hadn’t read it a million times, printed neatly under his model shots. Eric Bittle.

“Bitty, please,” Eric took Jack’s hand and shook it, his grin widening and showing off perfect white teeth, “That’s what my friends call me.”

“Friends?” Jack blurted, the word tumbling over his lips before he could stop himself. He was being awkward as all Hell, but before he could even start to correct himself, Bitty had taken over.

“Friends,” he said, tilting his head with a mischievous look in his eyes, “You know. The people you like and form relationships with. You do… have friends, don’t you, Mr. Zimmermann?”

Jack almost had to take a while to think of an answer – he’d just noticed the tiniest sprinkling of freckles over Bittle’s face like fairies themselves had placed them there and he was suddenly not sure if it was possible that someone as beautiful as Eric Bittle could actually exist. Much less that he’d actually take an interest in the socially awkward, blocky Jack L Zimmermann. “I don’t know. I’ll have to ask them.”

It’s a ridiculously lame answer, but Eric laughed anyway, a bubbly giggle that Jack was pretty sure was the sound that golden sunlight would make if you could hear it, “Y’know, you’re so different in real life than you are to those magazine interviews. Obviously this isn’t the first time I’ve been to one of these meetings, and I know it’s not the first time for you, either, but I’ve never had the guts to come over and introduce myself. I always saw you as… well…” Eric bit his lip, his eyes squinting as he thought of the right words, “Distant? Kind of… threatening, almost? You seem so deep and mysterious.”

“I’ve been told I have ‘modes’,” Jack shrugged, his mind absolutely spinning. Bitty reads my interviews? Bitty has been working up the courage to talk to me?!  “Like some kind of… modelling robot.”

“Lord, that’s a bit dark!” Bittle grinned lopsidedly, “Y’don’t seem like a robot to me. Not anymore, anyway, after that speech you gave today. Never thought y’all would be the type to get all nervous up on stage. Thought you’d be used to it by now, what with y’all being the biggest name in modelling from here to Georgia.”

“Oh,” Jack felt all of his insides freeze over. Great. The only reason Bittle had decided to talk to him was that Jack had been so desperately awkward in front of the entire modelling agency that Bitty had decided he must secretly be softer than the terrifying modelling beast he had thought Jack was. “Uh, well… that’s embarrassing,” Jack grinned helplessly, slapping a palm over one eye, “It wasn’t that bad, was it?”

“Oh, gracious, no! I didn’t mean to offend you Mr. Zimmer- Jack,” Eric looked horrified, his eyes wide, “It wasn’t that bad at all! Lord knows it was better than I could have done, I’m an absolute mess under pressure. I thought it was kinda sweet, actually. Showed a side to the real Jack Zimmermann. Made me feel less nervous about stayin’ over tonight.”

What?” Jack spat out, his insides tightening even further in his abdomen, “You’re… staying over?”

“Didn’t Mrs. Z let you know?” Eric put a hand to his chest, “Oh, Lord! She assured me you were fine with it! Gracious, I told her you wouldn’t appreciate my intruding on y’all’s life for a night, I should have just got a hotel.”

“No,” Jack almost – almost – reached out a hand to put on Eric’s shoulder. As it was he stepped forward, a hand outstretched, “It’s fine, Eric. Really. I just… wasn’t expecting it.” He should have smiled or something, but he was lost in the way Bittle was looking up at him, all concerned and – woah, they’d really never been this close. His lips were bitten but they still looked soft and he wished so badly he could have stepped a little closer to him and ducked his head, stealing a chaste kiss. A shiver ran down Jack’s spine.

“Lord, are you sure?” Bitty asked, his eyebrows raised in concern, “I really don’t wanna intrude. It’s not too late for me to book a room, please don’t feel pressured. I know what it’s like when you just really wanna spend some time on your own without some chatty boy sucking up all your spare moments-”

“I wouldn’t mind if you did,” Jack interrupted softly. His words were only quiet but Bitty stopped talking right away (and was it just his imagination or did Eric’s breath hitch slightly?), “You seem really sweet. You’re always the life of every meeting and I’ve always been trying to talk to you but you’re always talking to other people and I never wanted to interrupt, especially since they’re other models – your co-workers and your friends, and I’m just…” Jack trailed off, the end of his sentence dissolving into silence. His throat was dry and he had to swallow. Had Eric stepped closer or had Jack been leaning in? He wasn’t sure. His heart was pounding and his lips were tingling with a fierce kind of longing.

“I…” Eric breathed, his lips just parted slightly and so inviting, “I, um… Well, I’m glad… I talked to you then. I’ll, um… see you tonight.”

He took a step back from Jack, and Jack felt realisation hit him like a truck – I must have made him feel so uncomfortable standing so close like that. Oh God, tonight is going to be so awkward. “Yeah. Okay.”

“Okay,” Eric flashed him a shy kind of smile and looked down at his feet, “Okay. I’ll see you later tonight then. I better, uh…” he threw a thumb over his shoulder, “I’ve got other people to catch up with.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jack smiled. “See you tonight,” he added as Eric turned away, “Bye, Bitty.”

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Girls - L.H.

Summary: Luke’s little sister is hiding a big secret and he’s determined to figure out what it is. (Classic overprotective brother Luke)

Pairing: Luke x Female Reader (Brother/Sister)

A/N: If you’re uncomfortable with gayness this isn’t for you ?

It was unexpected. Y/N was brought up believing relationships should be between a man and woman, molded into the pure good girl that the church wanted her to be. She couldn’t believe she was once so close-minded, unaware of what the world was holding for her if she just let herself go. Cherry chapstick kisses, soft skin and full lips that made her absolutely melt. Sneaking out of class to “go to the bathroom” when they would really hide out in the supply closets to sneak kisses. 

Y/N had a girlfriend, and she loved every second of it. Now that she thought about it, she saw this coming. This is what happens when her parents send her to an all-girls school where rules are so harshly inflicted on the students. Somebody is bound to push past those boundaries. Y/N is that somebody. 

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2p!ACE family reacting to s/o dressing up as them for Halloween!:

2p!America/Allen Jones-
“If I wanna fuck you does that make me a narcissist?” He questions while digging through his things, trying to find a matching bat. He completely supports this idea and can’t wait to walk around stealing children’s candy.
Canada/Matthew Williams-
He goes red. He’s completely flattered but calls you an idiot and tells you to not scuff his clothes up too badly. (He really wants in your flannels but you didn’t hear it from me.)
England/Oliver Kirkland-
He’d be rather impressed that you filled the look out so well. He’d be a little blushy but very supportive. He wants you to help him cook so you can wear matching aprons.

I'm getting tired.

I’m so fucking tired of people saying that we should share our culture.

Tired of people claiming to be us but they are so white washed (not even their skin tone) that they think everything a white person does to appropriate us is okay.

I’m tired of all the racist anon hate because people don’t understand why we have this blog.

Tired of pretendians claiming there is nothing wrong with people stealing our culture. The one we were murdered for practicing! The one we were fucking stolen from and put into fucking schools. The culture we couldn’t practice for fucking years because of people but it’s okay for others to practice our culture right?

I’m tired of people using our terms and pretendians tell us we’re stupid for being upset about it.

I’m tired of Pretendians.

Y'all wanna be us so badly but can’t even pronounce our names correctly.

Y'all wanna be us but never speak out on our problems. As an urban native I speak out on what I can without silencing the voices of my brothers and sisters on the Rez.

If y'all have a problem with our blog and what it stands for please fuck off. I’m so tired of the internal racism between our own people, and everyone. I’m so tired.

Mod L.

EXO reaction to you giving alot of attention to Xiumin because of his birthday

Happy birthday to Minseok oppa! He’s already 26 i think i’m gonna cry…

but heres the reaction requested by anon, hope y’all like it xxx

Suho: He’d think that you were the sweetest, wishing him happy birthday and talking alot with him. Even though he knew it was only friendly, he’d keep an eye on you two, because of his protective personality.

Originally posted by osehu

Lay: I don’t think Lay would mind, being the sweetheart he is. He’d love to see you make a big deal about Minseoks birthday and being such good friends with his groupmate.

Originally posted by deerxings

Baekhyun: I feel like Baek would find you silly fussing over his birthday. “You didn’t even make this much of a deal about my birthday last year!” he’d joke around.

Originally posted by sebaeked

Chen: “STOP STEALING MY JAGIS ATTENTION.” Chen would pick on a ‘friendly’ fight with Xiumin, wanting to make you laugh and hoping that you’ll pay some more attention to him later on.

Originally posted by xiundeer

Chanyeol: Channies another one to find your behavior cute, instead of being jealous. “Let’s sing a happy birthday song to hyung, Y/N?”

Originally posted by ohhsenshine

D.O: “Since you wanna help so badly, let’s bake a cake for Xiumin hyung, okay?” He’d kill two bugs at once; spending time with you and you getting to do something for Xiumins birthday.

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Kai: “My jagi being all cute. How do you manage to have that much happiness inside of you?” he’d comment on your positive attitude about throwing a party.

Originally posted by blondejongin

Sehun: “I know it’s his birthday and all, but you don’t wanna bother him too much. I’m right here too.” Mr Oh would get a bit jealous, seeing you caring so much about him.

Originally posted by visual-jongdae

Xiumin: He would be so flattered about all the attention you we’re giving him, making him love you even more than he already did. “You’re too sweet, jagi, how could you organize all this by yourself?”

Originally posted by cosmicdrive

Welcome To The Circus:  Joker x Reader (Jared Leto vers)

(Y/N) sat beside the old, abandoned railway tracks and hung her head low; the life she’d left behind wasn’t an easy one. She’d made some very naïve mistakes which she wasn’t proud of, some of which impossible to move, no matter how much the wind blew. But those mistakes had been paid for, so why now was she feeling the brunt?

As you reached into your jacket pocket, you slowly pulled out a crumpled letter with ‘Reminder’ boldly scrawled over the top. You held in your hands a not so polite notice from your landlord expressing his discontent for your overdue rent.
You felt the annoyance festering deep below your skin, you remembered how he’d bellowed it out at you earlier in the week.
“Aww look, the courteous bastard’s even taken the time to type it in red.” You scorned and rolled your eyes, the rent you owed wasn’t far behind, and he never seemed to treat the other tenants in such a manner. You were almost certain he was using you for the Gotham City rehabilitation grant set up by the Mayor. He never was too keen on housing you with your prison history. By law, he couldn’t kick you out because of it, but he sure could make your life hell until you decided to move.

“What’s a girl to do? Please, someone send me a sign.” You said through gritted teeth and clenched fists. Almost immediately, heavy raindrops fell unforgivingly from the sky like a monsoon. “Oh real funny, great joke! Is anyone else laughing?”

“Well, I could, but I wouldn’t want to peak too early.” An unfamiliar voice spoke from behind. As you jumped to your feet, the colour in your face dropped faster than a tonne of bricks. Was that, the…Joker? He looked just like his sketches from the news reports; he was pale, his florescent green hair was tightly gelled back, a smart, silver, metallic jacket covered his shoulders and he tightly clutched a dark red umbrella with the words ‘HAHAHA’ repetitively scribbled over it. Of course, he’d escaped from prison. Or that’s what the so called reports claimed. I wonder if I could rob him? You thought as your (E/C) eyes reeled over the glistening gold jewellery wrapped snuggly around his wrists and fingers.
Never mind paying the rent, I could move and buy. Your mind continued to excitedly shout as rain dripped from your saturated clothing. Right now you didn’t care, you were already devising a scheme to make off with the Joker’s gold and rid yourself of old red nose and his poxy flat. However, what the Joker said next crashed your train of thought and shook you to the very core,
“if you’re planning to steal from somebody, (Y/N) ya better not hang about.” He said with a shining display of silver coated teeth. You stood frozen in place; you’d never met him before and yet he knew you, and what you were thinking!
“I..I…I’m not planning on s…stealing,” you buckled. You mentally slapped yourself, how on Earth were you expecting to successfully steal from Gotham’s most notorious criminal? And now you were lying, badly! You knew he could see through you clearer than a living room window. “Okay fine, yes I was thinking about it. If you’re gonna kill me, then at least do it tonight so I won’t have to face the landlord.”
The Joker just smiled and took a step towards you, the silver grin making yet another dazzling appearance.
“Oh, I’m not gonna kill ya…..I wanna hire ya,” he smirked. His big, blue eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. Your jaw dropped and your heart pounded as fast as a double bass pedal, what did he just say? You tried your very best to speak, but nothing came out.
“I found your file in Gotham City Hall, an interesting read may I just say.” He started circling your sodden figure, “a cat burglar? Escaped with $120,000 after hacking into local government systems.” He continued, coming to a stop in front of you again. “I also heard you were unruly in the cells. Haha! Oh, we like that.”
“So, why do you want to hire me?” You questioned, trying to hold eye contact with the famous clown and attempting to hide a blush. “Well sweetcheeks,” he said while gently pinching your reddened face. “Since Harley left I’m without an accomplice, and I could use your…talents. So, whadd'ya say?” He reached a tattooed hand out towards you in hope. You stood silently for a couple of seconds, still trying to comprehend the whole ordeal and amazed as to why you were still alive.
Admittedly, you were sick of the life you currently lead; the harassment, the judgement and you just wanted to feel like you belonged somewhere, with people or someone who understood. “I asked for a sign, then you appeared. If you’re the answer, then so be it.” You remarked, and took the Joker’s hand, gently shaking it in agreement. His grip suddenly tightened and pulled you under the dripping umbrella.
“You made a wise decision, welcome to the circus.” Joker smiled, placing an arm around you as you both walked away. “So, tell me more about this landlord.”

This is more of an introduction as you can see, but let me know if you’d like a part 2!

Cause I’m Yours // L.H. Imagine

Based off of Secret Love Song by Little Mix ( very great song, can relate to the LGBT community A LOT )
AU: You’re famous and your dating Luke but management won’t let you tell the public.

Warning : None // Requested : Nope // Word Count : 715

You shove the hotel room key into the lock and shoves the door open. You rush into the room, not bothering to properly shut the door, letting it fall closed by itself. You drop your bag to the floor, soon you falling to the ground as well, head in your hands, crying.

I can’t take this anymore. You thought. This is unbearable

You are broken away from your thoughts with a knock at the door. You don’t move from your spot as the knocking does not halt.

“Baby, open the door” Luke says, worry curving his voice.

You stay in your spot, half not wanting him to see you like this, half just not wanting to see him.

This all started about two hours ago. Again, like every night we go out, Me and Luke had to stay distant, whether in the street walking to the party or on the dance floor. Management refused to let me and Luke go public when he asked, a few months in, as we were getting serious. At first it was difficult but it has gotten easier. I wasn’t really as fazed with those because we’ve had to do it for about two years now, but it just struck a nerve when a pap asked if Luke was here with anyone. He had to say no, I know that but I’m tired of hiding. I bolted for the car we had, I just couldn’t handle another lie of the night. He couldn’t show much on his face, to prevent any suspicion. 

“Baby please let me in”

Knocking brought me back into reality, realizing I’m on the floor with running mascara and my boyfriend locked out of my hotel room, worried sick.

I rush to find a wet paper towel to clean off my face and I go to open the door. I’m met with an exhausted Luke, worry spread all of his face. He rushes in, hugging me, apologizing into my hair. I push him off and silently walking to the bed.

“Babe, I’m sorry, you know I had to” Luke tried, but still no response from me.

“I know you hate doing this, but we’ve been doing this for so long, why did it hit so hard this time?” He really was worried but he knew there was nothing he could do.

“I’m tired of hiding Luke! You and I both have to hide on the outside, Where I can’t be yours and you can’t be mine. I just want to hold you close when we’re walking in the street, and I want to be able to kiss you on the dance floor! I just wish we could be like that Luke, cause I’m yours.“

He looked at me blankly, the words I just yelled still going through his mind. Deep inside, Luke felt the same way, but no matter how badly he wanted to stand up to his management team, he knew it would cause more harm than good.

Luke walked up to you, cupping your face in his hands.

“I don’t wanna live love this way either, baby. You know I don’t wanna hide us away. For now I’m gonna be here with you, stealing moments that we can have as the curtain folds. You’re worth hiding for. It’s obvious you’re meant for me. Every piece of you, it just fits perfectly, we both know that babe. And every second, every thought, I’m in so deep. ” Luke kisses my forehead.

I let a few silent tears roll down.

“Why can’t I say that I’m in love? I just wanna shout it from the rooftops, not hide it from everybody and everything. I just wish that it could be like that. I don’t get it. Why can’t we be like that?” I whisper into his sweatshirt that is now soaked in my tears.

“I wonder if it ever will change but I’m living for that day. Someday.” He says with no doubt in his words.

We stand there in a tight hug for who knows how long before breaking apart to go to bed. Honestly it’s been a long night. We change out of our party clothes into ones we can sleep in. We lay in bed with a comfortable silence and drift into a soft sleep.

a/n: Sorry if this sucked, i didn’t proof read it so if there was grammatical mistakes my bad. Please request things so i can write more, also send feed back pleaassseeee? Kay byee