i want a movie buddy

Hey uh, this is just a heads up to any of my followers and/or fellow memebers of the ninjago fandom, but if you personally dislike any of the things I draw i.e any ships or portrayal of any characters, I suggest you leave this blog now/block me now as I do what the fck I want and don’t want to hear any complaints if you can easily avoid me. Thank you.

Skype buddy needed

Requirements:
Likes watching movies together
Will read me stories
Will read things I write and give me opinions
Preferably single (for now c;)
Not an ass
Is okay with my general clingyness
Will tell me when a problem arises so we can taco bout it
Likes dogs

Message me for my skype username if you fit the prereq

Shut Up

Richard x Reader One-Shot

Warnings: Fluff. Severe flirting. Make him stop.

Today had been tiring, but tonight was proving to be incredibly boring. You had half a mind to go straight to bed at 9 pm. You sat on the sofa watching a reality programme on your TV, not really paying attention to anything happening. As you went to change the channel the table next to you buzzed quietly. It was your phone. You picked it up and clicking the home button you found two new messages. You unlocked your phone to read them in full, seeing they were from Richard when you did.

The first one read. This was a little odd considering Richard literally never messaged you a hello.

The second one said. You wondered what he wanted from you and the idea of him texting you first made the butterflies in your stomach do somersaults.

You decided to reply three minutes later. The problem was you were stubborn. You loved rich to pieces but god forbid he ever found out of your feelings for him. So waiting a while to text him was a common occurrence in your life.

Sure it wasn’t a romantic line but it was to the point, you answered his question. You placed your phone back down on the table and went to grab the remote. Before your touch grasped the end of it your phone began to buzz once more. You picked it up and read the next message.

Your butterflies were doing nose dives now. Come over wasn’t a question, it was almost a demand. You didn’t want to seem eager so you replied to him instead.

You couldn’t think of anything else to say but asking why he wanted you there seemed fair to you.

Rich had replied with the simple word “movie”;. You had no idea what movie you’d be watching with him tonight and as much as you wanted to be subtle with your feelings you really wanted to spend time with the man. You replied to him quickly and picked up your car keys to leave.

You were in your pajamas but you were too cozy to change, so you slipped a hoodie on with some trainers before hopping into your tiny car. You were nervous to spend time with the guy, which you knew was darn right stupid because you were fine if more people were around. You hung out with him a lot, but never alone and never at his place. You knew where he lived from where you borrowed certain things from him and the drive there was quick and quiet. It was almost 10 pm so the city had settled down and there wasn’t as much traffic as in the day.

When you pulled up into Richard’s driveway you picked up your phone once more to send him another text. He had already responded with two very typically Richard emoticons. You smiled to yourself and replied. You waited in the car where it was warm for him to come and let you into the house, but he instead texted you back again.

That lazy asshole couldn’t even be bothered to come and let you in. You locked your car and made your way over to his house, letting yourself into his house. You took off your trainers in the hallway and announced yourself.

“Richie? Where you at?” You called out towards the ceiling, for some reason expecting the roof to have answers for you. You heard that southern accent echo down the stairs to you.

“Im up here!” He called out. “First door on the left!” He called out once more. Trust you to fall for a lazy man. You chuckled to yourself and began making your way upstairs. The stairs were dark as were the hallway,only being illuminated slightly by a warm lamp on the wall.

“Rich?” You asked quietly, poking your head through the door. You weren’t expecting to see the man in sweatpants and nothing else and you definitely weren’t expecting him to be laying in bed.

“Hey, Y/N….” The man said, still looking at the television he had mounted on the wall. He finally put the remote down and turned to look at you, immediately bursting into a fit of laughter, probably because of your outfit choice. “…You’re wearing Disney pajamas, seriously?” He was cackling to himself and causing you to blush severely. You couldn’t help but smile back though, the more you tried hard not to the bigger your smile got. “…You look adorable!” Richard exclaimed. As you were about to walk across his bedroom to a chair on the side of the bed, the man got out of his bed and waltzed on over to you, grabbing you and pulling you flush to his bare chest. You thanked god for the low lights in this room right now, because beetroots had nothing on your face.

“Honestly when you say ‘movie’, a girl assumes you’re downstairs with popcorn. Not in bed, half naked.” You began to make conversation with him, trying not to think about how good it felt to feel his bare back as he hugged you. His skin was hot to the touch, and boy was it soft on your fingers. Stop it. You mentally scolded yourself. Richard laughed at you, breaking away from your body now.

“Well if you look behind me….” He pointed behind himself at a table he had that had plenty of snacks. Popcorn, chips, a little bit of candy and some beer.

“Holy shit, you outdid yourself tonight, Rich.”

“My lady needs feeding if she’s gonna watch a movie.” Your heart jumped in your chest at the phrase ‘my lady’. You swallowed hard, trying to smile and not appear as awkward as you were certainly feeling. You walked over to sit on the chair by the side of the bed, but Richard turned around and gave you one hell of a glare.

“The fuck you doing?” He walked over to you and grabbed your hand, pulling you up from the chair with one pull. He pulled you so hard that you ended up stumbling into his chest again, somewhere you really didn’t want to be right now. He grabbed you, chuckling. “Get in the bed.” He commanded, alarmingly.

“S-sorry?” You asked, barely a whisper leaving your mouth.

“I didn’t invite you over to my house, late at night, to sit on an old wooden seat next to my bed. I wanted a cuddle buddy for a movie. Now get in the bed.”

Wh- okay!- okay! I’m moving!” He pushed you towards the bed and eventually you climbed up and sat down against the headboard, waiting nervously for him to climb in too and turn the movie on. You vauegly saw the dvd he was holding and you could just make out that it was some kind of war film, very typical of him. But it didn’t matter much to you as you enjoyed spending time with him. Tonight you were on red alert however as the man was shirtless and in bed next to you.

You were silent as you began watching the film, two dim lamps illuminating the bedroom walls. You were very aware of Richard’s chest heaving up and down slowly as he breathed heavily. He seemed very tired already. You wanted to do something, to look less awkward and feel less but you didn’t know what to do. You placed your hands on your lap and played with the materials of your pajama bottoms. Rich was eating his way through an entire bag of pretzels, offering you one every two minutes. Every time you shook your head, too scared to go near him. 

About half an hour into the film the table next to you began to vibrate. You looked to your left and noticed a phone going off. 

“Oh I left my phone on that side…” Richard realised. 

“That’s alright I’ll pass it over…” You replied, reaching to grab it. Before your fingers touched the metal gadget, Richard had leaned completely over you. You shrieked to yourself as you hadn’t expected the man to be virtually on top of you.

“Richard!” You shouted. He simply let out a throaty cackle. The bastard knew full well what he was doing, teasing you and mocking you. “Get back over there, you big idiot.” 

“You calling me fat?” Richard sounded serious now, though you knew he was teasing again. He sat back against the headboard and looked back at the tv.

“I wish you wouldn’t say things like that.”

“What do you mean? I’m joking.”

“I know it’s a joke, but I know that there’s bits of that joke that you believe now and again.” You hated Richard’s self esteem problems, even though he didn’t show them very often. 

“Don’t worry about it, it’s fine.” Richard shrugged and pretended to be distracted by the movie. You didn’t mean to, but you snapped.

“It’s not fine! You’re gorgeous!”  You yelled.

You instantly realised that you’d just screamed your attraction at him, but you remained calm and pretended you didn’t care. Rich sat there silent for a few moments, you assumed he was thinking about having you sectioned under the mental health act for your outburst. 

“You think im gorgeous, huh?” Rich said softly, breaking the silence. You sighed loudly at his response. Richard chuckled. “I’ll never be on your level of gorgeousness. You’re like…..a goddess or something.”

“What?” You furrowed your brows and squinted his way. “Im sat in a god damn hoodie and pajamas, I’m not agoddess. You need new glasses.” You turned your attention back to the movie. 

“Y/N…..a blind man would know you’re a goddess. A straight women or a gay man would. Pajamas don’t take away that, they just make you god damn adorable along with it. I just wanna scoop you up into a blanket.” Richard giggled to himself at the image of you wrapped up in a blanket like a tiny animal. He’d finished his pretzels and disposed of the rubbish. 

“That why you wanted me to be a cuddle-buddy?” You asked. You were trying to remain normal and maybe even sane. 

“Nah. Called you over to get in your pants, obviously.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you covered your face in shame and embarrassment. 

“You’re so not funny.” You winced at his teasing but continued trying to watch the film. 

“Ah. Shut up.” Rich retorted. 

“Make me” You shot back quickly without thinking any further. Before you could think about what you’d said the man was leaning heavily over your legs, his right hand planted onto the pillow next to you and his lips attached to yours. 

It was….bliss. It felt like somebody had taken every little anecdote, every happy story, every funny memory and smile you’d ever made. Like they’d put all of that happiness into this kiss. The kiss lasted all but three seconds, but it felt like it lasted a lifetime. When you finally opened your eyes, auspicious looking eyes were staring back into them, long eyelashes brushes across the bottom of his eyes as he looked down to your lips once more. Then he kissed you again, for two seconds longer than before. And you felt the same buzz and energy. 

You spoke when he broke away for a second time. 

“That was a figure of speech…….I didn’t mean it.” You said quietly. He chuckled lightly. His face was so close you could almost feel his laugh against the skin of your face.

“I meant it. Shut up.” Richard repeated, and he dove back in to kiss you once more. You moaned into the kiss this time and Richard took it as an ‘ok’ to kiss you deeper and for longer. After several breathless moments he broke away, resting his forehead against your head and closing his eyes.

“Stay with me.” He whispered.

“What?” You asked.

“Stay here tonight. Sleep next to me. Please?” He asked you very sweetly, and who were you to deny the man of his cuddle buddy?. You switched off the lamp on your side, as he switched off the television and his lamp. He then lifted the covers for you to slip in with him, then snuggled up an inch away from you. For about twenty minutes all he did was watch you, as you peacefully fell asleep next to him.


all I want from life is a Harley Quinn and Deadshot Buddy Cop movie, and there’ll be absolutely zero romance or sexual tension except for right at the end when Harley goes home to make out with her patient girlfriend Ivy.

movies I want that will sadly never happen:

a cute wedding rom com about a crazy Guatemalan family coming to Ireland to see their expat son marry into a crazy Irish family out in the sticks

with all the usual endearing culture clash and wedding shenanigans

starring Oscar Isaac and Domhnall Gleeson

dawnofthefox:

copperbadge:

“The day you run out of fucks to give, you call me and we’ll make a buddy road trip movie together. It will be glorious and terrible. I’m willing to bet Scarlett will totally be up for it by then.”

“But…”

“Join the no fucks club, Chris. It’s the best club." 

[RDJ Advises Chris Evans On His Life Choices]

I had no idea how much I wanted a terrible buddy road trip movie with RDJ, Scarlett, and Chris Evans till now. Someone make this happen.

NO F***S GIVEN - R (Profanity, Sexual Situations)

Uptight federal agent John Carbine (Robert Downey, Jr.) has to get small-time thief and star witness Michael "Mic Drop” Drury (Chris Evans) from Boston to California by the end of the week to testify in the biggest mob takedown in years. Unfortunately, intelligence gathered by Carbine’s partner, Michelle “Mikey” Ellston (Scarlett Johanssen), says the Mob is watching the airports. Mikey’s got a fast car, and she’s been dying to take Carbine on a road trip to loosen him up; over his very loud objections, she throws the boys in the back and they head out across the country.

What could possibly go wrong?  

Movie Marathon - Julian Draxler

“Baaaaaaabe,” I heard Julian shout from the kitchen, “do you not have ice cream?” I rolled my eyes and threw the blanket I retrieved from the bedroom onto the couch.

“When have you ever known me to not have ice cream?” I asked, stepping in front of the freezer and instantly seeing a carton of chocolate chip. “See,” I huffed, bending over to reach it, “it’s right here!” I turned around, carton in hand, to see him smirking and leaning back on the kitchen island.

“Yeah, I saw it, but you look better getting it,” he whispered before stepping forward and sliding his hands down to my butt. I lightly smacked his chest and escaped his grasp, “save it for later, buddy. I want to watch movies.”

“Fiiiiiiiine,” he whined, frowning slightly. “What do you want to watch?” he asked as he plopped on the couch and picked up the remote. I shrugged my shoulders and handed him a bowl of popcorn, setting drinks and ice cream down on the table. “I’m thinking we start with action, move on to a comedy, and then finish up with some chick flick so you’ll cry and I can take advantage of you,” he said nonchalantly. I scoffed and playfully kicked him, causing him to laugh. “You are ridiculous,” said shaking my head at his crudeness.

He turned the TV to the newest Fast and Furious movie, one of his favorite series that over the course of many movie nights, I had come to like as well. Although, I was less interested in the movie and more amused at his reactions. His eyebrows were furrowed as he was so intensely focused on the screen. I slyly reached over to grab a few popcorn kernels and when he appeared to be very tensely watching the film, I hurled them at him. He was startled, but quickly laughed and threw them back at me. “So rude,” he exclaimed jokingly and I laughed at his dramatics.

The movie was soon over and we needed a comedy to watch, settling on Bridesmaids. It proved to be a good decision seeing as by the end of the movie, we were both in hysterics, rolling around on the couch, tears of laughter flowing from our eyes. “My cheeks hurt,” I sputtered out in between fits of laughing. He nodded and wiped his eyes as he returned to his normal position on the couch. “This was a good choice,” he said breathlessly, high-fiving me and the putting his arm around my shoulder. It was past midnight now and I was beginning to feel just a tad sleepy. Letting out a yawn, I handed Julian the remote and leaned into his side.

“You know,” he cooed, “if you’re too tired to watch another movie we can end the night right here.”

I didn’t even have to be looking at him to know that there was lust in his eyes and a smirk on his face. “Who’s tired?” I teased, “Not me that’s for sure.” He sighed and kissed the top of my head, “you are so difficult,” he joked. I smiled and replied, “yeah, but that’s why you like me.”

As the sentimental romance movie played across, I couldn’t help but shed a tear during a particularly sad scene. Julian noticed and tightened his grip around me. “Why do you like watching movies that make you sad,” he asked frowning. I exhaled. “Because, sometimes you just need to cry. And then when you’re done crying you can appreciate the life and love you have,” I answered.

“Well, can’t you do that without the movie?” he questioned, wiping the wetness from my cheeks. I chuckled. “I guess, but I think seeing someone else’s drama makes you realize that your own isn’t that bad. And even if it is, there’s still a chance at a happy ending,” I shrugged.

“Are you sure it’s not just because there’s always a shirtless hot guy?” I laughed loudly and buried my face in his side. “See,” he said, “that’s much better than crying.” I crawled out from under his arm and sat on his lap.

“I suppose the hot actors help but, I’m more into football players,” I said smirking. He raised his eyebrows comically before setting his hands on my hips and leaning in for a deep kiss.

“Julian?” I whispered

“Hmm?” he grumbled, his lips still attached to mine.

“You can take advantage of me now.”

Literally how X-Men: Apocalypse ended-

Magneto: Man I killed like millions of people bro. U r always right lol
Prof X: Eyy no worries no worries. So you wanna hang?
Magneto: Nah I need to go kill more people. Gotta keep it real y’know
Prof X: A’ight stay fresh dawg