i was shaking when he got there

I had my first Aggressively Feminist Moment today when I was walking from work and saw this teenage couple bickering and it looked like the girl was in trouble, and as I got closer it turned out she indeed WAS in trouble

and I am a woman of substantial size and strength lmao so idk I just approached them and ended up shoving a teenage fuckboi (much harder than I’d thought possible mind you I didn’t know I had that kind of strength) when he wouldn’t leave her alone, and then sat the poor shaking thing on a bus home and idk I guess it feels good not to be just one of the crowd walking past and pretending they don’t see a guy being violent to his girlfriend

My First Experience

Okay, me and my friends finally got around to playing with my friend Kurt’s makeshift Ouija board and it was So fun even for the first few minutes. I didn’t have my hand on the shot glass cause I have a bad problem with my hands jerking/shaking, so I just kept notes on what the spirits were saying.
At first it was gibberish cause we were like ‘what should be say?’, and when we asked typical questions we had a spirit say ‘cunt’ and we all busted out laughing, but my friends took their hands off the shot glass so it went to a different spirit. We finally got a timid spirit who didn’t want to talk about himself much and he kept goofing around with us saying my friend Chloe should be 'ashamed’, and admitted to just be joking. Then he got more comfortable and we found out his name was Kip, and his favorite color was yellow so we lit a yellow candle, and that he wanted to read psychology and to let my friend Kurt know he’d help him find money. And when we asked what kind of offerings/gift should leave him when we’re done he said 'joy’ and I think all of us were crying because this little guy was so cute (he mentioned he was young but couldn’t/wouldn’t say how old). What I found cute was when he was trying to spell 'psychology’ he tried to spell it 'phi-’ and we guessed it for him. It was just so pure, I love Kip so much.

(this is a submission, feel free to submit any fun Ouija board stories or pictures of your Ouija board! -theouijagirl)

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warren update: he said a mean joke to me today and when i didn't respond he put his hand on my shoulder and got so sad and was like "omg i didn't mean it i'm sorry" and when he tries to impress people he fluffs up his hair and shakes his shoulders and that's a birdy fluffing his wings.

I’M FUCKING SCREAMING I SWEAR HE ACTUALLY IS WARREN WHAT THE HECK

Person C: I still can’t believe you two are dating. The more I thing about it, the more I shake my head. Like, how…?

Person A: Yeah? Right? To be honest at first I didn’t think it’d work. But, hey, B is amazing, he’s smart, he’s funny, he’s ridiculously attractive and he’s always there when I need him *looks expectantly at B*

Person B: Oh? Yeah, what he said. Plus, uh, the sex is great, because, eh, he’s got a big dick.

Person A: ….

Person C: ….

Person B: I’m sorry. A said all the things that I too wanted to say and I, kind of, y'know, panicked.

10

You have a certain objectivity, as a member of the audience, and you can come away maybe being provoked into a certain discourse or a certain arena of questioning, regarding how you would deal with things that your character has to deal with. Whereas when you’re doing a film, once you start asking, “What would I do?,” you’re getting the distance greater between yourself and the character, or you’re bringing the character to you, which I think is self-serving, in the wrong way. The idea is to bring yourself to the character.

I really want a scene where Stiles is waking up in the morning and he yawns and then the camera pans over to Lydia and she’s lying in bed next to him, asleep, her face illuminated beautifully by morning sunlight. But she’s doing something really goofy, like drooling on the pillow or she’s got her fist tightened into a ball near her mouth, or her hair looks like a rat’s nest.

And Stiles just looks at her with these soft eyes and smiles and slowly raises his shaking hand to count his fingers, breathing out a sigh of relief when there’s five.

I don’t want to hurt a man, but I like to hear one beg.
Two people touch twice a month in ten hotels, and 
We call it long distance. He holds down one coast.
I wander the other like any African American, Africa
With its condition and America with its condition
And black folk born in this nation content to carry 
Half of each. I shoulder my share. My man flies 
To touch me. Sky on our side. Sky above his world 
I wish to write. Which is where I go wrong. Words
Are a sense of sound. I get smart. My mother shakes
Her head. My grandmother sighs: He ain’t got no
Sense. My grandmother is dead. She lives with me. 
I hear my mother shake her head over the phone.
Somebody cut the cord. We have a long-distance
Relationship. I lost half of her to a stroke. God gives
To each body. God gives every body its pains.
When pain mounts in my body, I try thinking of my white forefathers who hurt their black bastards 
Quite legally. I hate to say it, but one pain can ease
Another. Doctors rather I take pills. My man wants me
To see a doctor. What are you when you leave your man 
Wanting? What am I now that I think so fondly 
Of airplanes? What’s my name, whose is it, while we 
Make love. My lover leaves me with words I wish
To write. Flies from one side of a nation to the outside
Of our world. I don’t want the world. I only want 
African sense of American sound. Him. Touching. 
This body. Aware of its pains. Greetings, Earthlings.
My name is Slow And Stumbling. I come from planet 
Trouble. I am here to love you uncomfortable.
—  “Heart Condition,” Jericho Brown
  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: for fourteen years now, hayden christensen has gotten so much hate for playing anakin, when, realistically, he did such a good job. hayden not only acted anakin skywalker as the perfect angst-ridden, overeager, self-destructive-for-the-sake-of-trying-to-save-something-much-more-important person that anakin was, but he really Got the character. coupled with cheesy lines, a fucking greenscreen in EVERY SCENE HE HAD TO ACT IN, and direction that kept telling him to pull back when he could have been playing anakin at full capacity, i think that his portrayal of anakin was spot on. hayden spent so much of the movies shaking and vibrating and fucking TREMBLING with pent up anger and frustration and rage and passion and love, simmering constantly with the war inside of anakin to save padmé; save the one person in his life that he loved more than ANYTHING. even while pulling back as much as george lucas directed him to, you can clearly see the way that anakin was being torn apart from the very beginning of attack of the clones, while juxtaposing that by acting like a whiny angsty teenager, who wanted to be viewed as great as he thought he was on the road to becoming. you could clearly see his grapple with power coming out through not only foreshadowing (which attack of the clones did a stellar job with displaying), but in hayden's acting of anakin. even in lighter scenes with padmé, you can see some of that anger and passion seeping and slipping through. you could see glimpses and fragments of the person anakin was turning into in spite of everything he did to try and stop his worst nightmares from coming true. hayden showed the essence of who anakin was as a man, as the monster he turned into (in a horribly, disastrously misguided attempt to save the woman that was his whole world). hayden christensen played anakin skywalker the best he fucking could under the shitty circumstances he was given and i will defend him until i die and then beyond the grave

“When did you realize that you had enough?”

I was silent for a moment because my heart sank just thinking about it “when he told me ‘you can’t make me love you’ it just made me freeze and realize. I had been spending weeks trying to show him how much I loved him when he should have been proving it to me. I was holding on so hard and he was trying to shake free of me. This was the guy that told me I was the one and that he was going to marry me and all I got was ‘you can’t make me love you’ that’s when I realized. I was fighting a losing war.”

—  Chapters from my life

this all better be fake like i cant believe that silver is actually considering killing flint when all flint has shown him is love and support. he is literally willing to fight and possibly die in order to save madi for him and silver is just “FUCK YOU” like what the hell you’ve got this man that has completely opened up to you, has devoted himself to you, and you’re just gonna turn against him?? this is either all deliberate misguidance or they are literally doing this and using madi as an ‘instrument’ to break the most beautifully developed relationship in the show

Countdown

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Leonardo x Reader

Countdown

Prompt: If you have the time, I’d love to see [a soulmate au] for Leonardo! He’s my favorite of the boys.

Note: Omg, I legit freaked out when I got a message from you in my inbox and I like fangirled and omg thank you sooooo much! Raph and Leo are my faves, so I’m very hype to write this omg. I chose to do the soulmate timers instead of the Sharpie thing though, just to shake it up a little bit.

Leonardo didn’t understand why he had a soulmate timer. Donnie said that it was very likely their timers would only lead them to other turtles. Tiny, normal turtles. That was how they were meant to find the ones they were meant to be with. Biologically, anyway. To mutant turtles like Leo and his brothers, it had always seemed kind of pointless.

And yet, when the day came that his timer was supposed to run out, he was still nervous.

Leo was the first of his brothers to have his time run out. The others weren’t due for months, but Leo’s timer was due to strike zero in twelve hours.

“I dunno, bro. I think we should celebrate or something, right?” Mikey asked. “Order a pizza, have April rent a movie or something. We shouldn’t just sit here and let it run out.”

“I read about a dozen articles about soulmates last night. According to the majority of them, when the timer gets closer to running out, you’ll feel a pull and you’ll just have to go follow it. Something will come over you. Or something. I’m not entirely sure.” Donatello read from his notes.

“So basically, I should avoid the pet store. Good to know.” Leo smirked. “Guys, I really don’t care. I’m not upset. I think I accepted a while ago that I was never going to find…someone, you know?”

“Maybe you should follow it. For science, of course.” Donnie pushed his glasses further up his nose. “Then we’ll know if our soulmates are…how do I put this…A worthy investment of time.”

“You mean I should follow it.”

“For science.”

“Thanks, Don. Glad your head’s in the right place.”

***

You stared at the numbers on your wrist on the way home from school. Six hours. Six whole hours before you met your soulmate. Oh God, it was terrifying. You had no idea what to expect. So of course, you were scouring the internet for articles about what to expect. Some people described feeling a pull to where they were supposed to be. Others felt nothing and just wound up in the perfect place at the perfect time.

You were scared shitless.

When you got home, you fixed your hair and make-up, trying to get as ready as possible. You ate some dinner after finishing your homework and tried to make the time pass. So, naturally, you sat out on the fire escape with a book, as you usually did when you read. There was something freeing about sitting outside with your legs dangling as you got lost in other worlds. Maybe getting lost would help you forget about this world. The one where the stress and anticipation was eating you alive.

***

Leo had no idea where he was going. But he felt the pull. With ten minutes left, and his brothers a few blocks behind him, he passed the pet store and kept on running. That was when the stress set in. His soulmate was not a turtle. Oh no. This might be worse than not having a real one at all. Now he had to worry about an actual person. Someone that existed.

Someone that could reject him.

When Donnie had shared his notes with the others, he said that some, not many, but some people rejected their soulmates for various reasons. He thought that maybe the fact that he was a giant mutant turtle would be enough to turn anyone away. But either way, he was scared, and with good reason.

What if he never found you? Or worse. What if he did?

***

It was less than two minutes until your timer would run out when you heard a noise in the alley below. You slipped your bookmark into your book and carefully made your way down the fire escape.

“Hello?” You looked around in the shadows. Maybe this was a bad idea, but nevertheless, you called out again. “Hello?”

There was something there. Someone. A very tall, bulky silhouette. It took a few steps closer, cautiously, but not stepping into the light. Not yet.

“I don’t bite.” You smirked and tilted your head. “You don’t have to be scared.”

“I don’t want you to be scared.” A nervous voice from the darkness.

“I won’t be.” You promised. He chuckled.

“You say that now. I’m not exactly…How do I put this…? I’m not normal.”

“You’re still my soulmate.” You offered a small smile, and you couldn’t see in the dark, but he smiled too, his gorgeous blue eyes searching every inch of you. You offered one of your small, five-fingered hands. “I’m (Y/N).”

He hesitated, but took your hand in his large green one. Your eyes went wide, but it wasn’t in fear or even in disgust. It was just surprise.

“Leonardo.” It was like fireworks. Your skin against his, his voice, his name…It felt so right.

“Come into the light.” Your voice was soft, pleading. You tried to look to where you thought his eyes were. “Please.”

“You won’t like what you see.” He warned. The knot in Leo’s stomach pulled tighter.

“Let me decide that.”

“Okay.” He took a breath and stepped into the light. You looked up at him, tall and green with a shell on his back and the most gorgeous blue eyes you had ever seen. But instead of the rejection Leo had prepared for his entire life, there was something else in your eyes: acceptance.

“Come here,” You raised your arms to hug him, but God, he was tall. When he wrapped his muscular green arms around you, your feet left the ground. He never wanted to let go. “I love you so much and I just met you. Is that crazy?”

“I can think of crazier things.” He chuckled.

“Leo, you all right down there?” Raph called from the top of a building.

“More than all right,” he kissed your cheek before setting you on your feet again. “Come on down, guys.”

Leo’s brothers made their way down to you.

“Well she doesn’t look like a turtle.” Mikey examined you closely.

“Because she’s not, ding-dong.” Raph gave his head a little shove. “Don’t mind him. He’s got pizza for brains.”

“(Y/N), these are my brothers, Raphael, Michelangelo, and Donatello.” Leo pointed to each. You slipped your hand into Leo’s and he gave yours a little squeeze. Hand-holding: one of the many things Leonardo would have to get accustomed to.

“Nice to meet you.” You smiled.

“Dude, your soulmate is the chilliest ever, Leo.” Mikey smiled. “I mean, if she’s fine with all of this…She didn’t even scream or ask if we were aliens or-”

“I grew up in New York.” You shrugged. “There’s not much that fazes me anymore.”

“I guess,” Raph smirked and gave his brother a pat on the shoulder. “Good for you, honor boy.”

“Well, my parents won’t be home for a while. I can order a pizza and we can hang out…or something?” you shrugged. Mikey’s face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Not us, doofus.” Raph chuckled. “We’ve gotta give the lovebirds some time alone.”

“Dammit…” Mikey whined as Donnie and Raph pulled him away. Leo smiled and shook his head.

“Come on,” you pulled him up the fire escape.

***

“You’re sure you wouldn’t have anyone else as a soulmate?” Leo asked as you were cuddling on the couch a few hours later.

“Positive.” You kissed his snout. “You, Leonardo, are perfect just the way you are.”

His heart just about melted.

“I couldn’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anybody else.”

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Yuri!!! on Ice: The Rings

Something has been standing out to me about the ring exchange on Episode 10.  It might simply be a translation thing, but when Yuuri makes his purchase at the jeweler’s, he says, “This one.”

One.  And looking at the receipt, it seems he only got the one ring.

He gives the ring to Viktor, hands shaking.

Then, Viktor gives a ring to Yuuri.

He could have purchased it at the same time as Yuuri, but with how surprised Yuuri seemed so surprised by Viktor’s ring…

…I think Yuuri would have noticed if he had got the ring at the same time.

VIKTOR ALREADY HAD A RING ON HIM.

He could have gotten it while Yuuri was still jet-lagged and sleeping, or even back in Japan during the incident with Maccachin.

THEY HAD THE SAME IDEA.

BLESS THESE BEAUTIFUL DORKS!!!

Drunken Love (Lafayette x Reader)

Characters: Lafayette x Reader, Hercules Mulligan, John Laurens, Alexander Hamilton 

Length: 1355+ words

TW: Drinking, making out

“LAF!” you yelled upon seeing your friend walk in the bar. You slid over, effectively squishing John to the wall. Gilbert flashed a smile that would’ve made any girls’s panties drop, and waved. He swiftly took the seat beside yours, shrugging off his jacket while doing so. You were hit with a wave of his cologne, and you were ready to crawl on his lap. “Laf,” you whined, nudging your head on his head. “I’m tired.” 

“Mon ami, you’re always tired when you drink.” He chuckled, shaking his head. 

“But Laf!” you drawled out his name. “I wanna go home.“

“Mon ami, I just got here.” 

“Fine! I’ll go home by myself,” you huffed, pushing him out of the way. 

“Non, non!” He sat firm, not allowing you to move him by an inch. “You are not going home by myself.” 

“I want to go home Laffy Taffy!” 

“In a minute, okay?” Gilbert started conversing with the other boys, sipping on his beer while you tried to stay awake. Alexander was on his laptop, John was excitedly telling a story about how he got arrested for peeing in public once, and Hercules was booming with laughters. You felt bad for clinging onto Gilbert, but he was the only you trusted to take you home safely without making bad decisions on the way. Last time John took you home, you were both drunk, and got a pet iguana- from where, you did not know. But now, John has a pet iguana to go with his turtle. 

“Uh, Laf?” John called his friend. “I think Y/N’s asleep.” 

And you were out like a light, leaning on John’s shoulder with no care in the world. 

“I guess it’s time to take the princesse home.” Gilbert grabbed his jacket, and picked Y/N up. Luckily he had a car. 

“Lemme help you,” Hercules offered sympathetically. He helped open the doors to the bar, and Gilbert’s car, wishing him good luck before going back in the bar. 

“Oh mon chou, what am I going to do with you?” Gilbert laughed, shaking his head. He drove you to your apartment, using the spare key you had given him, and made your way to your bedroom. It was almost second nature to the Frenchman. He no longer struggled getting the doors open, or hesitating to press the elevator button in fear on hitting your body parts. It was like clockwork. He gingerly placed you on your bed, taking off your shoes, and stripping your jacket. Then, he placed the blankets over you while taking the time to stroke your face gently. You stirred, paling in and out of consciousness during the time you were with Gilbert. He grabbed the water from your nightstand, and placed it near your lips, urging you to drink the whole glass. “Mon amour, vous êtes à beau. (My love, you are so beautiful.)” You’ve always noticed how his voice gets lower when he speaks in his native language, and it made butterflies fly in your stomach. You felt yourself lose your battle to sleep again, but you fought to stay awake, wanting to revel in this tender moment with Gilbert. He leaned down, pressing his lips to your cheek. “I love you.” 

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First I fell for a junkie,
Then I fell for his ways.
He introduced me to the needle,
Had me spinning for days and days.

At first the high was amazing,
Until I realized i was on day four.
When paranoia, shakes, and cravings hit,
Bet I was straight laid out on the floor.

So when the junkie left for rehab,
My head instantly spiraled down.
And he told me, “you stay sober now,
You’ve got this, babe, don’t frown.”

I knew Her voice would be louder,
So much louder than any before.
But I told myself I could fight it still,
Even with arms all bruised and sore.

And now this junkie avoids her mirror,
Can’t even look in her own two eyes.
What has her pathetic life come to?
Revolving solely around that fucking high.

First I fell for a junkie,
Then I fell for his ways.
And not to my surprise I gathered,
There’s no escaping this deadly maze.

Because a junkie is a junkie,
And it doesn’t matter if we’re in love.
Because the only true love we’ve ever felt,
Came straight from this devil’s drug.

—  I guess one could say Me and T have a love/hate relationship (ael)
The Question

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing, I have a mouth like a sailor, I’m not sorry.

What happens when Steve’s got something up his sleeve, but he’s acting weird. To top it off you run into your ex, who only shifts the night from confusing, into what in the actual fuck? Can the night be salvaged or is will this get the best of you and Steve?

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@iwillbeinmynest  @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked
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@yourtropegirl  @bellejeunefillesansmerci
@buckyb-avengers  @winterboobaer
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“Steve?” You shake his hand that was laced with yours, you stop walking looking at him, your eyebrow cocked at him.

“Huh? Sorry.” Steve shakes his head coming back to earth.

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We were wandering around, and we were told by a hippie that there was a consecrated font in a graveyard near a very old cathedral. I was very interested, and I convinced Katherine that we should go and collect water from the front because I read this thing in Carl Jung’s Red Book — when he completely lost his mind — when he became convinced that Liverpool was the source of life and of creative waters. So we went and it was completely scary. It was pitch black night-time except for the full moon…and we had to go down beneath the earth… a tunnel that we had to go through that took us deep into darkness. It was honestly a question of confronting every fear that I have ever had, all in one. But we did it and got our water and then we ran out of that graveyard shaking. - Ezra Miller

Cold Nights

ReaderxSteve
Summary: Reader wakes up in the middle of the night because she is cold.
Content: Fluff!, Sleepy!Steve

You woke up in the middle of the night, covers bundled up around your body, Steve peacefully sleeping next to you, facing the other direction without covers. You were shaking from the cold as you nudged to get as close to Steve as possible. You rested your forehead against his back, hoping he would feel it and turn around to cuddle you.
”Steve?”, you mumbled when he didn’t react.
”Hm?”
”I’m cold”
Steve turned around almost immediately, and lifted the covers around you, got in under them with you and put his big arms around you. His body felt hot against your cold skin and you stopped shivering.
”Better?”, he half whispered with eyes still closed, his nose resting in the crook of your neck.
”Mm”, you hummed sleepily. Steve smiled and mumbled a ”Good.” before kissing your neck and slowly drifting back to sleep.
***
A little bit later, Steve woke up and (Y/N) was nowhere to be seen. He looked around from his position on the bed. Upon sitting up, he noticed the lack of blankets on the bed. Confused, he looked over the bedside to see (Y/N) peacefully sleeping on the floor with all the covers messily wrapped around her. Smiling to himself, he stood up and lifted (Y/N)’s sleeping body up bridal style with all the blankets into their shared bed.
”Steve?”, (Y/N) mumbled in her sleep.
”It’s okay darling, I’ve got you.”, Steve kissed her forehead softly.
He repositioned himself and got under the covers with her again.


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Cassian would be so encouraging during sex - constantly praising and coaxing

His touches would be so gentle (or maybe a bit harsher, it honestly depends on his mood) and he’d press soft, sloppy kisses everywhere

And his encouragements… Mother, his encouragements. Even after she came twice already, and her thighs are shaking, her breathing uneven and her nails have drawn blood on his biceps.

“Just one more, doing so well. Fuck- I know you can. You’re so good Nesta, fuck- Got one more for me?”

And Nesta swears that she can’t, because it’s so fucking much and she’s sensitive, but his voice alone brings her halfway of the edge again. When she does cum, she lets out a broken cry and is close to tears.

And Cassian is in awe and gently brushing away her hair plastered to her forehead.

“That’s my girl.”


@elnabu your fics are doing things to me and it all leads to this