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• Him teasing you constantly
• for example Him pulling your hair
• him slapping your ass
• then acting like nothing happened
• Playing with his hair
• its long enough to make pigtails
• he makes you feel better by wearing them for a day
• Him winking at you when you’re across the room
• “you wanna fight me, cupcake? Huh? Is that what you want?”
• then he attacks your lips with his
• NECK KISSES 24/7
• him calling you his “kitten”
• Greenwood getting annoyed by all the PDA
• “it’d be nice to not see you guys suck each other’s faces off”
• everyone teases him bc they think you’re too pretty for him
• “how’d you even land a piece of ass like (name)?”
• “shut up, Greenwood”
• PLAY FIGHTING LITERALLY ALL THE TIME
• kinky sex
• he’s dominating
• and absolutely loves your submissiveness
• “sit on my lap, cupcake.”
• flirting constantly
• it makes everyone uncomfortable tbh
• make out sessions at random times and places
• jerome is very territorial over you
• its really not healthy at all
• he has a really terrible temper
• he takes it out on you sometimes
• he’s never hit you but he has pushed you and choked you
• a small part of you is terrified of him or at least what he’s capable of
• when he does that you leave but eventually come back after all his pleas and begging
• its a vicious cycle honestly
• but your in love with him
• he brought you a diamond necklace with a j charm
• he always is trying to get your attention
• in a way you’re his anchor
• he likes to think he somewhat has a tiny bit of humanity bc he has you

@gotham-lights ||
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What an S class girl. The kind of girl i’d rape and not even feel a guilt. Love showing off your tongue and your body so much? You’ll be sure to regret when a group of guys swarm in with the same intent, to fuck your brains out, and that’s what they did. They used this whore’s love holes and slapped her face with their cocks till she turned beet red. That’s what this slut deserves for showing off.

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Beautiful Frankenstein

Warnings: A bit of swearing

Request: Can yoy do my requesting of a Jerome imagine where the reader puts Jerome’s face back on with needle and thread, lightly chastising him for using staples, to which he replies that the metal gave him an edge but she tells him that sowing it will make it heal faster.

Originally posted by twofacedharveydent


You never thought that you’d ever have to sew anything ever again after girl scouts. Especially not skin. But, of course Jerome never ceased to stay away from sharp objects or dangerous objects. So here you were peeling off your gorgeously handsome boyfriend’s face. The skin was hanging off his face with only  few staples left, that he put on on the way to your house. Meeting a staple you took some teasers and pulled it out.

“Why did you have to use staples?” You quietly asked him. “Its gross.”

You stuck your tongue out and gagged at Jerome. He cackled at you, and slapped his knee.

“Hold still J!”

“I’m sorry gorgeous you’re very amusing.” He said it both jokingly and sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes and pulled the last staple out. Putting them into a now  ruined little glass bowl.  You pulled a little bit harshly and he winced. Then proceeded to fakely hiss loudly.

“Yeah, yeah.” You murmured.

Cringing back you took the skin and held it up between your pointer finger and your thumb. Gently you laid it down on the table beside the small bowl of staples. Taking the needle you put the thread through it, getting it ready to sew Jerome’s face on.

“Why did you use staples?” You chastised more.

“Because it looked badass.” He whined, as he noticed you were chastising him.

“You looked like Frankenstein.”

He scoffed offended and slammed his hand on his heart. You giggled.

“Okay you have to hold still.”

“Do you really have to sew it?” He gave you a pouty lip.

“Well yeah.” You said confused.

“Why can’t I staple it?” He asked like a child. “It gave me an edge.”

Huffing you put your needle and thread down on the table. Then you proceeded to squat down meeting this level at which he was sitting.

“Jerome you have two choices. One, you can look like your old self and let me sew it so that you can heal. Or you can continue to tear up your skin and put staples in your face like Frankenstein.”

“Fine, fine, fine stitch me up princess.”

He sat up straight and closed his eyes. Slowly you lined the skin up with his face. Although it was gross you held it still without shaking. 

“Okay, handsome this is gonna sting.”

He chuckled and smiled, his face muscles pulled causing some blood to fall. You started sewing at the top of his head going slow. You looked down and saw Jerome’s hand clench the edge of the chair. Wincing you continued to stitch up his face. His skin was smooth and his muscles continued to bleed. You kept a wet towel for when the blood got onto the skin.  After around a careful hour of going very slow, his face was complete. 

“There you go sweetheart!”

“Fuck that wasn’t pleasant. But, then it was.”

You rolled your eyes and giggled as he pulled you into his lap. He kissed your cheek and spun you around to look at his new and improved face. You looked at your wonderful new piece of work.

“Jerome you better not fuck my masterpiece up,” You waved your hand from the top of his hand to the bottom of his chin. 

“Give it up gorgeous, i’m always beautiful.”

The Secret (5)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part sevenpart eight; part nine; part ten;

The stage lights dimmed into darkness and the concert was done.

“THAT WAS THE BEST!” Zoe screamed, flopping back into her seat with her legs still swinging excitedly off the edge. She had been dancing and jumping around for three hours. It was only thanks to sugar that she was still awake. “Did you see Kai, Mummy? He looked right at my face!” she exclaimed loudly, slapping her hands against her rosy cheeks.

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*spoilers for crooked kingdom* Guys I don't know if it's too early to joke about this stuff but....
  • Imagine Matthias' ghost actually annoying Kaz. LIKE Kaz is coming up with some mastermind plan in the Slat and suddenly papers start flying in Kaz's face and the windows start shuttering and Kaz is like: DAMN IT HELVAR! STAY IN YOUR GRAVE!
  • *papers still keep slapping him in the face*
  • Kaz: FINE I WON'T BURN ANYTHING. HAPPY!!
  • *papers still keep slapping*
  • Kaz: OH YEAH? HOW ABOUT I TELL HER TO FUCK OFF
  • *chair gets pulled from underneath*
  • Kaz: Helvar I SWEAR I'LL KILL WYLAN AND SEND HIM AFTER YOU.
  • *face plants on ground for unknown reason *
  • *later that day*
  • Kaz to Nina: I had a scintillating conversation with your dead boyfriend today

Hoooo boy I just finished Zen’s route and like???? He’s such a sweetheart???? But also super hot???? And loves you unconditionally???? Anyway I have a lot of Zen feels so here’s this 😉

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You knew it had been a long day the moment he walked in the door. Zen stripped off his jacket at the door, sighing before he realized you were there. He slapped a smile on his face and greeted you with a light kiss before heading to the bedroom. Oh no. He never did light kisses. It was always hot and full of teeth and tongue…usually something more. You fingered the lace underneath your shirt and followed after him. It was time to cheer your prince up.
He was down to just his boxers, brushing his teeth in the adjacent bathroom as you walked into the bedroom. You didn’t say anything to him, you just let your clothes fall quietly to the ground as you adjusted the black lingerie around you. He hadn’t even noticed you standing there as he flipped the light off, plunging both rooms into darkness. That was fine - you preferred a sneak attack anyway. You could hear him sitting on his side of the bed, so you made your way over and slowly straddled him; his wide red eyes finally jumping over your body.
“H-hey princess…I didn’t see you there.” He gave you a toothy grin as his hands wandered to your ass. Instead of answering him, you licked up his neck, stopping at the sensitive spot at the top and sucking. His breathing hitched when you whispered to him, “Zen…I’m so wet for you right now…” and ground your hips into him. He immediately flipped you around so that he was hovering over you, and you continued your dirty talk. When he began licking his way down your hip you said “good boy” offhandedly and he jerked to a stop.
“What was that?” he asked as you gripped his hair. “I said ‘good boy’”. He shivered as you said the words again and continued his journey southward. “Say it again,” he mumbled against your wet panties. “Tell me I’m a good boy.” You were more than happy to oblige. His control snapped when you pulled him up and he saw you pinching your nipples, telling him to take you. He flipped your positions so you were riding him, his cock sliding into you in one wet movement. “Mmmmm…you’re such a good boy, Zen.” His eyes rolled back in his head as you rode him, his panting becoming throaty moans. Your hand reached down to his and you brought it to your clit, telling him to rub it like a good boy. His eyes flew wide and his hips began jerking up to meet your movements, and you knew he was close. “Yes baby. Yes Zen, that’s so good,” you moaned to him and it was all he could do to hold out long enough to feel your walls clench around him.
He spilled into you with a yell, and you collapsed onto his chest, stroking his hair. “Good boy…you’re such a good boy…” Zen’s eyes snapped up to yours and he covered your mouth with his own, slowly teasing your tongue with his. You giggled against his teeth, asking “so you like that, huh?” He didn’t bother answering you with words. It was going to be a long night.

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  • me: *flames flicker in my eyes* Are we gonna have a problem? you got a bone to pick? you've come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick? i'd normally slap your face off, and everyone here could watch... but i'm feeling nice so here's some advice, listEN UP BIATCH
The One Where Jackson Is Your Ex

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: When Jackson won’t leave you alone after you break up with him, you tell him you’re dating Stiles in an attempt to get him to leave you alone. When he doesn’t believe you, the only option is to prove it. 

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You felt your stomach churn at the sight of Jackson at his locker. You wanted to slap that smug grin right off his face.

“Y/N?” you turn to find Stiles by your side.

“Hey,” you sigh, comforted by the familiarity.

“Long time no see,” he leans against the locker beside yours, “I really hate that you’re ditching me for Jackson,” he mumbles.

“Yeah, well, worry no more,” you sigh. He raises a brow, “Trouble in paradise?”

“We broke up. Well, I broke up with him.”

Stiles looks amused and you glare at him, causing him to change his face to a fake frown, “Oh, that’s too bad. What happened?”

“Turns out he cheated on me with Lydia.”

You watch Stiles’ face turn to a real frown, “L-Lydia? My Lydia?”

You nod. “You must be so hurt,” you say sarcastically.

Stiles shakes his head, “Sorry,” he puts an arm around your shoulder, “Sorry, you don’t deserve that,” he sighs, pulling you against his chest and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Thanks, Stilinski,” you sigh, “Guess one good thing came out of it.”

“What?”

“I got my best friend back,” you smile. You and Jackson had dated for a year, and in that year you had barely talked to Stiles despite being best friends. Being the forgiving soul he was, he didn’t even bring it up and instead let everything return to normal as he walked you to class.

You stopped dead in your tracks in the doorway, “Fuck,” you mumble, turning to Stiles, “He’s my lab partner,” you whisper. Stiles looks over your shoulder at Jackson sitting in his usual seat.

Stiles gives your shoulders a firm squeeze, “I’ll switch with you, if you want? You can be with Scott.” You nod eagerly. Walking in and sitting down beside Scott who looks at you in confusion.

“I hope you don’t mind. Stiles switched with me,” you whisper. Scott nods in understanding, Stiles must be glad to have you back,” he laughs. Only Scott knew about Stiles’ deep running feelings for you.

When Stiles sits down beside Jackson, his lips curve into a smirk, “You’re joking, right?” he says loudly. Everyone was now watching, “That’s my girlfriend’s seat,” he says, shoving Stiles, causing him to flal to the floor.

“Last I checked, you didn’t have one,” Stiles spits.

Jackson’s eyes travel towards you, “Y/N, please tell this idiot that our fight last night meant nothing.”

You walk to Stiles’ side, pulling him up, “Honestly Jackson, jump up your own ass and die,” you scoff.

“Hey,” Jackson growls, pulling you back by your arm, “We are not done.”

“Yes,” you pull your arm from his grasp, bringing it back in a fist and landing a square punch at his nose, “We are. Permanently.”

“You’ll come back! You always do!” Jackson yells, cupping his hand over his nose as you walk outside with Stiles.

“That felt good,” you laugh when you’re halfway down the hall. You look at Stiles who was rubbing his shoulder, “Does it hurt?” you ask, reaching a hand out. Stiles freezes, “Uh- no, it’s uh – it’s fine,” he stammers, blushing and stepping away from you. You let your hand drop back to your side, “I’m sorry he did that. He’s such a dick.”

“Its fine,” he pauses, looking at you hesitantly, “You’re not really going to get back together with him, are you?”

“Fuck no,” you laugh, putting your arm around Stiles’ shoulder and pulling away almost immediately when he grimaces, “Sorry.”

“You okay now?” Stiles asks once your breathing had returned to normal. He analyses your hand, “You should get some ice on that,” he traces a thumb over your knuckles, sending a tingle down your spine.

“I’ve had worse during cheerleading,” you giggle, “Speaking of, are you trying out for the lacrosse team again this year?”

Stiles frowns, “I’ll make first string. I’m telling you.”

You nod enthusiastically, “I’m sure you will.”

“Come watch me at tryouts?”

“There’s cheerleading practice at the exact same time so I’ll be watching, don’t you worry,” you wink, ruffling his hair.
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When you reached the field, lacrosse tryouts were already in action.

“Alright everyone,” you turn to the squad, “The pep rally is in a week. Does everyone remember last term’s routine?” you call out. Everyone nods.

“Well fuck that routine! We’re going to create a new one that’ll take us all the way to nationals this year and we’re going to do it by pep rally.” You expected a collective groan but everyone seemed excited. That was until, one by one their faces fell as Jackson approached you.

“Looking good,” he whispers, giving your cheerleading uniform a once over, “Glad you guys voted for shorter skirts this season.”

“Too bad Lydia isn’t on the team.”

Jackson smirks, “Fine, be that way. I know you’ll come back.”

“To give you a black eye to go with that broken nose, maybe,” you shrug, plastering a fake smile on your face. Jackson’s cocky expression drops as the rest of the cheerleader begin to laugh and he stalks off towards tryouts.

An hour later you had all fallen to the grass, stretching as practice came to an end. You had ignored Jackson’s flirting each time the Coach called for a break. Each time you even came close to smiling at something he said, the image of him and Lydia would float into your head.

It was at least Stiles’ turn to tryout and you watched from the side of the field as he missed every single goal he shot and simultaneously sucked at being goalkeeper.

“Oh, Stiles,” you mumble under your breath, watching him sympathetically.

Jackson followed your gaze to Stiles and was suddenly filled with jealousy. Not to mention shame after you had punched him in the face, coming to Stiles’ defence earlier on.

“Hey Stilinski, mind getting off the field? Some of us actually take this seriously!” he yells at Stiles. The team begins to laugh.

“Sorry, I couldn’t understand you,” Stiles yells back, “You’re all nasally from that broken nose.”
You found yourself laughing. Jackson glares at you before storming over to Stiles and shoving him to the ground, “Say that again,” he growls.

“HEY!” you shout, running over, “Jackson, stop!”

Jackson turns to you, “Why are you defending this loser?” he laughs.

You could feel the eyes of the team, the squad and everyone sitting on the stands on you – and on Stiles. If you let it go, Jackson would walk away the hero, the cool bad boy and Stiles would once again be left degraded.

“Because he’s my best-“ you pause. That wasn’t good enough. You had to do more. You had to do something that would make his blood boil. “My boyfriend.”

Jackson bursts out into laughter, “You want me to believe that you’re dating Stilinski?”

“Yes.”

“You’re the captain of the cheerleading squad and my girlfriend,” he chuckles.

“Ex.”

His expression grows serious, “You’re not dating Stilinski,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Yes. I am.”

“Prove it,” he challenges you.

You suck in a deep breath, turning to Stiles, who was watching you with wide eyes and confusion. You cup a hand behind his neck, leaning in – waiting for his approval. Slowly he closes his eyes and leans in as well. When your lips meet you can hear a murmur spread through the crowd and your cheerleading squad all clapping and cheering you on. Stiles’ pulls you closer to him by your waist and you wrap your arms around his neck, letting the kiss grow deeper. When you pull away, everyone had begun to clap and Jackson was halfway across the field, storming off.

“Thankyou?” Stiles rubs the back of his neck nervously.

“No, thank you,” you giggle, “No way he’s bugging me after that.”

“Oh,” Stiles mumbles, disappointed. You smirk.

“Which gives us plenty of time to do this,” you pull him back onto your lips by the collar of his shirt, listening to a cheer ripple through the crowd.

Slapped

Prompt: requested by @megansescape “I really want nothing more than to come over there and slap the freckles off your smug face”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 475 (look I can drabble!)

Beta: The amazing Beka  @impala-dreamer

Warnings: Zero, zip, zilch

A/N: Yay 100 followers!

Originally posted by mostly10


You looked straight at Dean, growling at him, “Don’t even think about it Dean.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Fine I won’t say it. But, you and I both know I was right.”

Slamming his plate off food down in front of him, you glared at Dean, “You just said you wouldn’t!”

He let out a huff, “Fine I’ll shut up.”

All throughout dinner Dean had this arrogant look on his face. The corners of his lips just barely turned up and his eyes were more narrow than they usually were. It was the most annoying thing you had ever seen. Sam could sense the tension between you two and grabbed his dinner to eat in his room.

You clenched your jaw and said through your teeth, “I really want nothing more, than to come over there and slap the freckles off your smug face.”

“Then come over here and do it Sweetheart.”

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WWE 7; Little Kid

SAMI ZAYN, SETH ROLLINS, FINN BALOR

prompt; “Stop treating me like a little kid!” “You are a little kid.”

 Seth Rollins;

Originally posted by prowrestlingnow

        “Stop treating me like a little kid,” you yelled at Seth as you stood up from the couch in his dressing room. “And leave him out of this!”

        “You are a little kid and he’s in this as much as you are,” Seth yelled back and Sheamus stood up, pushing you behind him as he stepped toward Seth.

        “Hey now, there’s no need for the yelling alrigh? Look, Y/N and I-,”

        “If you say ‘are in love’ right now, I will kick the living shit out of you,” Seth cut him off and you stepped forward, slapping him in the face as you took deep breaths, trying to control your anger.

        “You have no right, I may be your little sister but I’m 23 years old and if I want to make out with my boyfriend – yes, Sheamus is my boyfriend – I will do that because I’m a grown woman and you do not control me and if you want to be involved with any aspect of my life from this point forward, you will smile, tell me you’re happy if I’m happy and you will let him and I leave this room without another thought,” you ranted and Seth and Sheamus shared a look of surprise at your outburst before Seth looked up at Sheamus.

        “You’ve got your hands full,” Seth commented before looking back down at you.

        “I wouldn’t have it any other day,” Sheamus replied while wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulled you toward him.

        “I’m happy if you’re happy, I’m just looking out for my baby sister but I love you and I just want to look out for you,” Seth told you gently as he pulled you into a hug, the argument behind you.

 Sami Zayn; 

Originally posted by jasonfnsaint

Stop treating me like a little kid,” you told him quietly as you looked away from him and sniffled to hold in your tears as you looked away from Sami, instead looking out to the scenario that the balcony you stood on overlooked. You felt like it was time to tell Sami how you felt about him and when you walked out onto the balcony of Enzo’s room to get some fresh air and he came out to check on you, you thought it was the perfect time – you wished you’d never told him.

        “You are a little kid, you’re my best friend’s kid sister,” Sami replied, not meaning for it to turn the knife in your chest any further but yet, there you were, emotion bleeding out of you as tears began to stream down your cheeks.

        “Stop, just forget it,” you told him, standing up and walking toward the slider door but he grasps your hand and stops you.

        “Look, Y/N, it’s a lot to take in, just-,” he took a deep breath and scratched the back of his neck, “Just give me a second okay?” you sat down next to him, your hands tucked between your legs, not wanting to deal with this anymore. “I’ve just never allowed myself the idea of thinking of you that way,” Sami admitted after a minute or two.

        “Well, is there any way you could?” you asked him quietly and he glanced up into your eyes, his hand finding yours.

        “I think I could,” Sami told you, smiling lightly as you leaned on his shoulder, feeling hopeful of the future with him.

Finn Balor;

Originally posted by jimdrugfree

Stop treating me like a little kid,” you yelled drunkenly as Finn held his shirt up to you for you to put on and go to sleep. You’d been out drinking with Paige and gotten a bit too drunk and now that Finn had gotten you back to the hotel room the two of you were staying in and trying to get you to sleep off your drunkenness, you wanted no part in it.

         “You are a little kid right now,” he told you, stepping toward you and trying to get your naked torso covered up but you moved away from him, only dressed in your bra and underwear, your hair a disaster.

         “Finnegan leave me al-,” you began but he’d pulled you down on top of your mattress, straddling your hips quickly and pinning your arms down as he quickly slipped his tee shirt over your head and down your body. It wasn’t until you blinked a few times that you really saw your best friend, shirtless and wearing sweats on top of you that you thought about how attractive Finn was. “You’re so hot,” you slurred and he rolled his eyes and moved off of you and next to you on the bed.

         “Go to sleep you drunk possum you,” he grumbled, wrapping his arms tightly around you and pulls you into his chest so that you won’t get up and try to run around naked again.

Tension

@dae-bakk-pop requested:  can you make 90 and 97 with Tae please


Originally posted by tekukii

Pairing: V (Taehyung) x Reader

Word Count: 590

“Do you understand how hard it is for me not to kiss you right now?”

“I saw you staring at each other, I just wasn’t sure if it was sexual tension or murderous rage.”


The movie is so action packed that you couldn’t take your eyes off the screen. Popcorn bowl on lap while your hand gripped onto Namjoon’s leg whenever something intense happened. A loud laugh coming from him whenever he felt yourself slap your hand on him in anticipation of the scene that was playing. Your head would whip to look at Namjoon who would have a wide smile on his face seeing how you were so into the movie. Your eyes would look past Namjoon once he diverted his eyes back to the tv to see another set of eyes staring you down. Your eyes would narrow back mimicking Taehyung’s eyes. You both would hold the stares until you both were brought back to a large boom on the tv screen. Your heart rate rises with every moment the movie plays. Only when the scene starts to slow down is when you realize how tense your muscles really were. Moving your head from side to side you look down and see the popcorn low, deciding that you should get more while the movie goes by slow you stand up saying that you’ll pop some more popcorn. Walking past all the boys you make your way into the empty kitchen going straight for the cabinet and pulling out a packet of popcorn and sticking it in the microwave.

You set the microwave for two minutes and began watching the popcorn slowly rotate and pop at an incredibly slow pace. Your mind wandered deep in thought as you waited for the popcorn to pop. Your eyes traveled from the microwave down to your fingers as you were thinking, it’s not like you were thinking about anything important, you just had these thoughts running through your head for a while and with the small time you had to yourself in this moment you couldn’t help but just let your mind wonder.

As you were thinking the microwave beeped and you were quickly drawn out of your thoughts. Opening up the microwave you carefully pulled the bag of popcorn out and opened it, pulling at the corners and dumping it into the big blue bowl. As you were about to turn and walk out of the kitchen you were halted by a pair of strong hands gripping your hips. “Do you understand how hard it is for me not to kiss you right now?” A deep voice that you knew all too well whispered lowly into your ear, his breath hitting you and shivers immediately ran down your body. You didn’t need to see him to know there was a smirk on his face.

Right as you were about to speak a cough interrupted you and you and Taehyung both snapped your heads to the right to see Min Yoongi at the kitchen door. Turning to face Yoongi and Taehyung taking a wide step back away from you, your faces heated up and you quickly bowed and grabbed the popcorn bowl and walked out rather quickly from the kitchen finding your spot back in between Jungkook and Namjoon.

“You know.” Yoongi starts, looking at the younger boy while he walked to the fridge. Taehyung took a step back allowing his hyung to open the fridge waiting for him to speak again. “I saw you staring at each other, I just wasn’t sure if it was sexual tension or murderous rage.” Yoongi’s head pops back up from inside the fridge as he closes it handing Taehyung a soda. “I think I know what it was now.”

Winter, you know your dad slapped Weiss right? (Asked by anon)
  • Ironwood, looking up from his desk: Huh? Schnee? Where are you off to?
  • Winter, gripping tightly onto her weapon, her head slowly turns to face Ironwood with an expression that can only be described as 'indescribably horrific': I'm taking a small vacation to home.
  • Ironwood, hands clamped down on his paperwork, his eyes wide with horror: I-I'll make it a paid vacation, haha. Jus-just for you my dear old friend.....haha...
Not A Dream

Pairing: Stanford!Sam x Stanford!Reader

Anonymous - Hi Dollface! Congratulations on reaching 300. Can I request Sam Winchester with 22 and 9? Thank you.
9) You did all of this for me? 22) I like your laugh.

Word Count: 893

Originally posted by jaredpadaleckis

‘Sammy, you home?’

You had walked through the door to your shared apartment; off campus, the one you shared with your crush but also your best friend, Sam Winchester. He was so sweet, smart, and ridiculously good looking, especially with those dimples of his, how could you not like him? He didn’t make it easy for you when he walked around in nothing but sweatpants, his chest bare, his feet slapping against the hardwood as he made his way to you, coming down the stairs, with a wide smile on his face as he saw you.

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This calls for a new drinking game ...

From this comic forward, Nate decided to stop wearing shirts.

[X-Force #12,page 7]

He was fully clothed last issue … but he has spontaneously decided to have this confrontation with Domino-Cat shirtless.

There’s a lot of completely unnecessary shirtlessness in this panel.  I fear for your leadership skills, Nate.

He’s also wearing gloves. 

Why are you wearing gloves, Nate?

But wait!

One page over …

[X-Force #12, page 8]

The gloves are gone! 

Did he take off his gloves to dramatically pound desks?

Will he use them to slap Domino-Cat about the face and challenge her to a dual?  I wish! She’d win.

At the end of the issue, Nate is still shirtless.

[X-Force #12, page 14]

Nate, are you on strike?  Does a woman’s betrayal make you think back to the days of your youth?  When you ran wild and free and shirtless? And infinitely better drawn?

Suddenly you have gloves, though … is the cleanliness of your hands more important than the cleanliness of your chest?

[X-Force #13, page 4]

The base is being attacked!

I can think of no legitimate reason to put on shoulder pads and NOT put on a shirt.  Wouldn’t it chafe?

There aren’t even any guns in those shoulder pads!

[X-Force #13, page 11]

For some completely incomprehensible reason, Nate decides to get dressed in the MIDDLE OF THE FIGHT.

Not just a little dressed … A WHOLE LOT OF DRESSED.

Layers like the layers of an onion!

[X-Force #14, page 2]

The base has exploded!  Quick!  Take off all your gear –

Oh, shirtless again. 

Those pants are mysteriously intact.

So are those gloves.

[X-Force #14, page 7]

Then he gears back up … shirtless.

[X-Force #14, page 7]

Flies this plane … shirtless.

[X-Force #14, page 18]

Finally!

Just when he’s going to have to fight Deadpool … he puts on a shirt. 

Nate.  I’m concerned over your understanding of clothes.

Someone needs to intervene.

[X-Force #14, page 22] 

Not that kind of intervention.

This kind.

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I have a major problem with this video. I don’t think she understands what gender dysphoria is, and because of that she’s spreading misunderstandings to her large viewer base who’ll think that because they don’t like random parts of their body they’re trans. That’s not how it works. 

She spends the entire video talking about how she had “hair dysphoria” (that’s not a thing?) until she cut it off. Let me repeat, she claims to have had HAIR DYSPHORIA. I’m sorry, but that’s a slap in the face to trans people actually suffering from dysphoria. She also claims to have dysphoria surrounding her hips and chest, and I’ll her take her word for it, but the way she phrased it (”I don’t like…”) leads me to think that she’s equating dysphoria with not liking your body, or just confusing it with body dysmorphia, which, again, will confuse her large viewer base. 

Fuck, this is why no one takes trans people seriously. 

Let Me Love You - Part 4 (Final)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,932

Summary: The reader has not heard from Jensen in over two years, he randomly calls one day and it completely turns her world upside down.

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“Your what?!” Jensen says looking like you slapped him in the face. 

“Shhh!” You go to open the door but he stops you. 

“You didn’t tell me about a boyfriend, Y/N. What the fuck.” 

Shit has officially hit the fan.

“Be quiet!” You whisper. 

“You just appeared on my doorstep this morning. I was a little caught off guard! Besides it’s not like you asked.” You say narrowing your eyes.

“Let him in.” Jensen growls looking like he’s about to punch the wall. 

“Jensen…relax, ok?” 

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Hey Taylor! Another Halley life update:
I miss you tons, I don’t know if you remember me but you followed me on here September 19th 2015 and you liked 3 of my posts on tumblr and you liked 2 of my posts on Instagram (rumorsfly).
At the 1989 World Tour we got upgraded from section 515 to the front row, and you looked right at us.
Well, I’m currently in grade 10 and exams are starting soon ugh.
I got a ukulele for Christmas and have been playing non-stop!! I also got my braces off!!
Also, I sent you a big book for your birthday full of messages from over 70 swifties and pictures and artwork and I decorated every page (LIKE CRAZY THERE ARE CAT STICKERS AND SPARKLES EVERYWHERE) I hope you got it!!
I’m so excited for TS6 and I’m so on edge like you are being so shifty who knows when new music will come out and slap me in the face!
Anyways, thank you for always being there for me even if you don’t know it. Love you more than I can even begin to explain❤❤
-Halley (your wannabe Canadian little sister)