i will never leave queue again

Listen, listen. The fact Eliot Spencer’s response to Parker being upset and asking if they could kill the guy who upset her was a shrug and, “Yeah. I mean, I could.” will never, ever not be important to me.


“…That’s a little creepy, even by my standards.”
“Wha- hey! It’s not my fault you have really cute bunny teeth, okay?”
“…Bunny teeth.”
“Yeah, bunny teeth. Cute lil’ bunny teeth to go with your cute lil’ peanut ears and your cute lil’-”
get it, Stiles, shut up.”
Make me.”


also here have a song just for you:

Amy nooo, Amy noooo
Your love for teeth has grown once moooore
All the teeeeth, white as snooooow
At least Hoechlin’s, that’s for suuuuure
I can’t taaaaaake your cuteness aaaanymoooore
But let the love rage oooon
The teeth never bothered me anywaaaay hAH!

[dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun] etc

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMY!!! i said i’d draw you teeth despite my inability and reluctance to draw them sO HERE YOU GO!!! I hope you have a lovely day, bby.

Fear II

Originally posted by shxwnmendess

Pairing: Shawn x Reader

Request: It was a two parter so

Warnings: Sucky writing and angst

A/N: Ok so i tried to make this part longer because the first part was so short and i hope i made it long enough for you guys to enjoy!! Happy Reading :) ALSO JUST SO WE’RE CLEAR IM A S L U T FOR ANGST, proceed.

The cold wind sent shivers down my spine as I walked through the streets hugging my cold, shivering body desperate for warmth.

I walked until I made it to a park I’ve never seen before and sat on a bench, trying to gather my thoughts.

I am so upset, how could he do that to me? Being drunk isn’t an excuse, he kicked me out of the place I once called home, it isn’t anymore I guess.

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      ↳ Best friends and fellow cadets Jemma Simmons and Leo Fitz have always planned on going into space together, but when an ill-advised experiment gets Fitz suspended, he misses his chance to be assigned to a starship. Jemma has no choice but to leave him behind, stretching their friendship nearly to its breaking point…just in time for the Federation to go to war.


Originally posted by agustd

[Sharing in a selfish night with Suga]
Rated: Mature/Angst

Why was he always here?

There was this cafe in Hongdae. A pretty popular little place that had these work rooms that were perfect for writing, and reading.

He hated crowds.

He hated cafes.

And worst off he hated you.

He hated how you always looked at him. Constantly checking in on him, as if he was some kind of charity case. You made him feel pitiful. Especially when you’d ask him if he was ok. There was just something about your tone. It was almost too calm, too tender, and too gentle. 

It was how his therapist talked to him.

And he didn’t need that kind of pity. Not from you.

He stared at his americano before emptying his flask into it and mixing it with the straw. Almost on queue you poked your head inside. “Yoongi-ah…” you smiled softly. “Do you need anything?”

He scoffed and took a swig. “I’m fine.”

You nodded and cast down your gaze. “Well if you need anything…”

“I don’t.” he snapped.

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anonymous asked:

callout for the director: i was touching up the paint in one of the hallways when she came by and accidentally knocked over a bucket of paint. she then proceeded to say "ugh, this makes me so mad i could bust a nut" before leaving me to clean up the paint (also, how do i let her know to never say that again without having to explain what it means?)


did we not?

“perhaps,” she finally says, hesitantly, and her eyes are on his face as though assessing his every facial movement, “perhaps, they weren’t meant for each other.”

the boy is silent for a long period of time and when he speaks up, his voice is levelled and uncharacteristically cold. “does it matter?” the corner of his lip tugs up slightly. “does it look like i care?”

“i just meant—” she begins sharply, but she reels her emotions back in, rebuilding her steely defence as his eyes flicker to meet hers out of curiosity. “i just meant,” she starts slowly, “that they weren’t meant to love each other. that’s all.” she lets out a sigh of resignation.

“maybe not,” the boys muses in response, turning his head to focus his gaze on the horizon, the colour of eyes shifting from an onyx black to a dark, pigmented blue. “but shouldn’t they have tried? held on for a little longer?” his voice cracks at the last word and his gaze drops to the ground; he’s embarrassed.

“there are times when even a million tries seem like none at all,” the girl whispers, as though she is afraid if stirring a sleeping child and before she can process the occurring events, the forlorn-looking boy has jumped up to secure her in a tight hug, his breath shallow and rather rapid.

“i’m sorry,” he says suddenly, a gulp cutting off the sorry.

“pardon?” the girl asks, her eyebrows furrowing.

“sorry,” the boy repeats, “i’m sorry. i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry.”

the girl’s eyes widen and as the heavy silk curtains fail to stop the draught from sweeping over them through the windows, she holds her breath for an impossibly long time as though she’s trying to contain the first whiff of him within her. he smells of flour and bread and vanilla and mint—of comfort and reassurance and ideals and hope. and love. so, so much love.

she has so much love for this boy.

she feels the familiar feeling of comfort blossom in the centre of her chest before she feels a little frightened and bleak, because the realisation that he used to be hers hits her; it’s sad, she decides, that after all this time, she’d still give anything to have him back.

her fingers twitch instinctively as they hang limply at her sides and she shifts uncomfortably, bringing her hands up to his shoulders and pushing him away carefully. she’s met with a pair of midnight blue eyes that appear more defeated than anything else in the world and a lump forms in her throat. she’s finding it hard to swallow.

“i’m sorry,” he says again, taking a step
back and picking at the loose end of his sweater. bad habit, he had used to claim.

“i—” the girl falters, unable to find the proper words to translate her thoughts correctly. “it’s not your fault,” she murmurs, her hand reaching out to brush the material of his frayed sweater, all whilst ignoring the thought of his bare skin touching hers.

the atmosphere seems strange, now, and the girl feels more unpleasant than anything and all she wants to do is go up to him and tell him—

i love you.

it’s not even that hard, but—

“i don’t think we were supposed to love…” the boy trails off, his tongue sticking out slightly to lick his lower lip. “…each other.”

“maybe not,” the girl responds, her words a perfect echo of his previous answer.

“but we did.” the boy’s eyes are drawn to her again. “did we not?”

her voice is quiet and without denial. “yeah.”

they’re silent once again and the boy seems like he’s run out of things to say as he takes a seat on the far edge of his bed, his back facing her. she takes it as her queue to leave and turns to leave readily. she reaches the door and taking hold of the handle, she pulls it down, before:

“always will, i think.”

she stops dead in her tracks.

“stuff like that doesn’t just disappear, you know?”

and she knew. of course she knew.

Music Series: Over and Over Again by Nathan Sykes and Ariana Grande

I hadn’t heard this song in a long time so it was nice to hear it again. I had forgotten there was a version he sings with Ariana, so I’ve given a link to the original and the collab via Spotify.

Give me romantic lyrics and I’m a suck-er. Anything romantic and I’m all in. The idea for this imagine came immediately before I even got halfway through the lyrics, so hopefully I’ll pop this one out a bit faster than I have been the rest today. Feel like my brain is in first gear and slowly oozing cheese because I’ve been writing so much cheesiness today it’s ridiculous! My apologies to those who prefer angst, just haven’t had the right songs in the queue yet for those. But never worry, do not fear, sooooo many songs in the queue, surely there are angsty ones awaiting you, plus I’m working on something else which will ooze angst like these have been oozing the cheese!

This is “Over and Over Again” by Nathan Sykes, with a collab with Ariana Grande.

Thank you for the request and for reading! xo



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Thranduil x Reader One-Shot: Tresspasser

Title: Tresspasser
Pairing: Thranduil x Reader
Warnings: None?? I think?? I’m not sure with this one.
Word count: 645
Requested by: No one, but this is a present for @themiddleearthworldoftolkien for her continuing support. Thank you!


“Hello.” Says the Elvenking.
You are sitting in his dungeons. You’d long since given up on trying to escape, because, unfortunately for you, the dungeons of Mirkwood were well made.
You make no comment, and instead stare up at him.
“Well? Are you not even going to greet me?”
Again, you say nothing.
“Are you deaf?”
“No,” you say, your voice hoarse for lack of speech, “I merely do not care to speak to someone who is holding me prisoner for no apparent reason.”
“Well, if you’re agreeable, then that can quickly be remedied.”
“And what would that entail?”
“You speaking to me.”
“Only if you explain why I’m here, first.”
“You were caught trespassing in our forest.”
“Well, if it’s our forest, then you can hardly claim that I was trespassing.”
“I meant that the forest belongs to my subjects and I.”
“Well, I’m sorry for your loss. It is quite an awful place to inhabit.”
Thranduil merely sighs. “You are a difficult one, aren’t you.”
“Thank you! I do my best.” You answer sarcastically.
“What if I were to let you go?”
“Why- why would you do that?” You ask, suddenly defensive.
“Because I have taken some interest in you. It is not often that I find a human lady wandering about my woods.”
“I thought they belonged to you and your subjects?”
“Would you just listen! I’m offering you a place in my realm and you continue to goad me!”
“A place in your realm? So, like a house arrest?”
“A what? No, don’t answer that. I wish to get to know Your Rudeness.”
“What’s in it for you?”
“I don’t believe that.”
“Then don’t. Just come with me. I’ve already told someone to set up some quarters for you.”
You look at him in confusion.
“Just trust me.”
You cautiously stand up.
“Ah, there you are.” Thranduil says as you walk into his dining room.
“Where else would I be? On the moon?”
“Ada, are you sure-” says another elf.
“Yes, Legolas,” Thranduil says. He then addresses you, “Y/N, do sit down. This is my son, Legolas.”
You nod at Legolas and take a seat.
“So, Y/N, would you care to explain what you were doing in the Woodland Realm?”
“Oh, is that what this is? I thought it was the Woodland Dump.”
“Are you going to say anything to explain yourself?”
“No.” You help yourself to a bread roll.
“Why not?”
“Now, that would be explaining.”
“Y/N! You are trying my patience. Just answer the question!”
You take a deep breath. “I was running away.”
“From what?”
You hesitate. “I thought I was running from the people I knew. Everyone who couldn’t care less whether I lived or died. All those who made me feel… Worthless.”
“You thought?” Thranduil’s tone was gentler now.
“Now I realize that I was running from myself. It was me that made me feel worthless, useless, like I could never achieve anything, like I could never be loved. It was never them, though they never helped. It was just me.”
Thranduil quickly glances at his son, who takes this as a queue to leave.
“Y/N, look at me.” You obey. “You are worth something. You are worth more than all of Middle Earth, to me. You are worth loving, and I knew it the minute I first saw you. I fell in love with you, and I want, more than anything else, for you to be happy.”
Sometime during Thranduil’s speech you’d looked down, and you again have to force yourself to look into his eyes. “I love you too, my King, but you don’t want to love me.”
“Yes, I think I do. Y/N, will you marry me?”
You hesitate a moment. “Yes,” you say, an air of finality to your word. Thranduil breaks into a smile and so do you.
“Well,” he says, “now it will be our kingdom.”

“Well,” Augustus continued, “what I thought was serious, but the reality—I mean it’s not good either, but—” He sighed, beginning to pace the length of his bedroom. All this hedging wasn’t making any sense and he knew it. “This…this morning I went to check on my sister because she hadn’t gotten up for school. I figured she was still sleeping, so I knocked on her door, but she didn’t respond. I thought maybe she hadn’t heard my knocking and she hates missing class, so I went in there and she wasn’t…she wasn’t moving and there was this bottle of pills toppled over and—”

Isaac drew in a sharp breath, which made Augustus inwardly cringe because it only reemphasized how terrifying that moment had been.

“Yeah,” Gus continued before he could lose his nerve. “Um…turns out she hadn’t—well she’d taken a few extra sleeping pills, but not to—She’d had a bad night and wanted to sleep. I don’t know, but the whole thing keeps replaying in my head. And it doesn’t help that she’s been having a rough time lately. I’ve never seen her this down on herself. She’s been…hurting lately and I…I don’t know what to do,” Augustus concluded, immensely grateful that Isaac couldn’t see him as he hastily swiped his cheek with the palm of his hand.

“Sorry,” he added. “I don’t why I told you all that. I shouldn’t—”

“It’s oka—” Isaac began, but Augustus cut in again, vehemently shaking his head.

“No, it’s really not. It’s not okay because we haven’t talked like this in over five years and now I’m falling apart on you like a fucking idiot and—” Augustus stopped, looking heavenward with burning eyes and feeling wholly fed up with himself. “And if you’re having second thoughts now about trying to be friends again, I wouldn’t blame you in the slightest if you backed out now and left.”

“Augustus…. Why would I do that when I never wanted to leave you in the first place?”

Almost Gone - Rey One Shot

Originally posted by swmovies

Request: How about one where Rey thinks the reader was killed by Kylo Ren and the first order only to show up on the resistance base wounded

Your name: submit What is this?

Poe was gripping Rey’s shoulder lightly.  His own eyes held unshed tears, the words he had just spoken were still ringing in her ears.

“Y/N didn’t make it back, I’m sorry.

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Promises, Promises

CPWeek2K16: Day 3

Friendship or Family

 "They’re going to kill you, Auguste.“ Laurent’s voice is quiet, softened even further by the silken panels of the tent, by the trembling of his lips. The howling of the wind just outside nearly drowns him out entirely. "They’re going to rip you apart.”

 A rueful smile, the press of silken lips to golden hair, and Auguste says, “They’ll do no such thing.”

 "You can’t know that.“ Laurent’s frown is far too deep, unfitting for someone so young, and Auguste settles beside him on the plush bench, his arm tossed about his younger brother’s narrow, quivering shoulders.

 Neither of them have put on their armor yet; The horns will ring out with the sunrise, though, and the time is drawing near. Auguste is reveling in the anticipation; Laurent is terrified.

 "You’re coming with me, you realize.” Even as he ruffles golden hair, Auguste’s eyes remain locked with his brother’s. “You’ll be there to protect me.”

 "No, I won’t.“ It’s a shameful admission, and Laurent glances away, though he does nothing to dislodge Auguste’s arm from around his shoulders. "I’m meant to stay near the back. Father says I’m not to engage unless it becomes necessary for my survival.”

 Auguste sighs at that, a sad smile quirking up one side of his mouth. “Would it make you feel better,” he says, “if I promise to come to you after the battle?”

 A roll of pretty blue eyes, and Laurent half-snaps, “You can’t–”

 "I can.“ It’s not arrogance, really. It’s self-assurance. Auguste is too utterly good for something as lowly as arrogance. "I will win, Laurent. I always win.”

 Sighing, Laurent asks, “What if you can’t–”

 "I promise.“ Reaching out to touch his brother’s cheek, Auguste forces Laurent’s gaze to meet his own again, blue on blue, identical. "Laurent, I promise I will come back to you. I would never leave you alone in the world. You know that, don’t you?”

 A nod, a smile, soft and warm and strangely hesitant, are all the response Laurent can give.

 Another kiss is pressed to his hair, and Auguste’s gentle, reassuring voice rustles through the golden curls, murmuring, “Have I ever broken a promise?”

theatre challenge: four out of five songs » on the steps of the palace from into the woods

“You know what your decision is / Which is not to decide / You’ll leave him a clue / For example, a shoe / And then see what he’ll do / Now it’s he and not you / Who is stuck with a shoe / In a stew, in the goo / And you’ve learned something, too / Something you never knew / On the steps of the palace”

I was going to make a post about the anti-trench but I think I am going to save that for tomorrow. I need to refill my queue and catch up on my likes. It seems that tumblr is leaving out some of my notifications again so if you @ me in something and I don’t like it. That means I never saw it. So feel free to send me a link through the chat if there is something you think I should see. I hope you have a nice day birdies.      

Dialogue Prompts For Ways to Say I Love You

1. “I’ll never forget you.” 

2. “Here’s my coat.”

3. “It’s nice, having you around.”  

4. “I saw this and just thought of you.”  

5. “I really like holding your hand.” 

6. “I’m gonna miss you so much.” 

7. “A-are you hurt?” 

8. “Please don’t leave me again.” 

9. “You’re addictive.” 

10. “Come lay with me.”