if you ever wanted a reason to watch this movie

what bpd feels like

- one minute you have the worst anxiety ever, next minute you can’t remember what it feels like to not be happy
- constantly craving to go places with friends but feeling like no one would actually want to go with you
- having 15 different music playlists for every mood
- always on edge
- not quite knowing if you are imagining a symptom or if other symptoms are making you wonder if you are imagining it
- enough trust issues to last a lifetime (and then some)
- being unprepared for the future bc you didn’t think you’d live this long
- dissociating bc of the weirdest things that have no reason to cause you to dissociate
- watching a movie/ reading a book and then suddenly having a new personality
- mood swings for no reason
- feeling the most intense sense of isolation even in a room with many people
- /that/ person
- knowing that you should get professional help but refusing to get a therapist bc you wouldn’t be able to trust them

He tries to make you jealous (Zach Dempsey)

shit, so i’ve been in love with thirteen reasons why recently. it’s got me hooked. zach dempsey has been one of my crushes on the show, so here’s one based on this prompt. i’d love taking suggestions! ring me up if you have any ideas- or, better yet, drop by my ask if you want me to make any more for you.

prompt: “i like you a lot, so i tried getting you jealous,” ft. zachary dempsey

Originally posted by pitterpratter


“Ah shit, Y/N,” Jess Davis groans as she wiggles into the tight row of cushioned chairs, trying to make her way to the middle of the line next to you. You giggle as the popcorn spills all around her clenched hand and into the laps of everyone nearby. There are whimpers of “Sorry, sorry!” and grunts before she finally lands into the cushioned chair next to you and sighs. “Ah Jesus, I didn’t know that would be so hard.”

"Maybe you should lay off the gummy worms,” You put in, and laugh as she glares at you and hits your arm. Your hand digs in the popcorn and you stuff a handful into your mouth, the satisfying crunch as you chew making you moan. Ah, popcorn. Jess rips open a pack of the gummies and snorts at you. “Maybe save those noises for Dempsey, hon.”

You choke on a kernel as she purses her lips trying not to laugh, her eyes steadying on the previews onscreen. A few snickers make it out either way, and you scowl at her and stuff more handfuls in your mouth.

Zach Dempsey and you, to put it lightly, were not friends. It was difficult to push you into a room together and not expect a night of sour jabs and endless bickering. Everyone at school knew it, and it was something that happened way before you were even freshmen. There was never a time you weren’t at each other’s throats. One time, he’d spilled liquor down the front of your dress at some party and you’d hidden his pants in a bush while he was in the hot tub later that night. Lately it’d been more of a joke between your friends, with Jessica mockingly swooning how romantic you two would be. 

The lights start to dim and you wiggle back into your seat, ready for some good old romcom- and then the Paramount clip cuts into black for a moment, making you groan and try to dodge whoever was blocking your view. You crane your entire body and glare daggers at the idiot who interrupted your film before it even started. You loved your movies, and you were pretty serious about getting the “full movie theatre experience” (which Jess liked to mock). Please, you were paying a good four dollars for a movie you could watch for free online. Your eyes rise up to the back of his head, taking in a mess of straight black hair, broad shoulders and the school’s infamous Letterman jacket hanging on them. You memorized the back of that head. You knew those shoulders.

It was Zach Dempsey. With him were Jason Friar and Justin Foley, all wearing their Lettermans. You felt Jess shift in her seat at the sight of them. Wrapped in Zach’s arm was a smaller girl, snuggled into his shirt and playing with his fingers around her neck. They scooched into the seats almost directly in front of you, with the girl turning her head suddenly and getting the tips of her ponytail in Zach’s mouth. He swats it away, annoyed, but smiles instantly when she turns her head to look at him.

“Oh no,” You moan, making Jess snicker at you. You don’t miss the way her eyes flicker to Foley and turn away. “Just what I needed.”

"Who’s the girl?” Jess wonders, squinting. “Not a cheerleader. That’s Jenny, I think. Or her friend Bryana. I can’t be sure. We have Com with them.”

"Ugh, who cares,” You roll your eyes and try to turn to the movie. As long as they don’t ruin your film. This was some good stuff showing- if you focused enough, maybe you could ignore them. Jess shrugs and follows suit. You take a sip of your cherry cola as Martin Freeman jogs up into the scene.

The movie drifts by, but you find that you don’t enjoy it as much as you would have. Your eyes keep landing on the back of Dempsey’s head- and as much as you hated it, his arm around the girl’s. Your popcorn started tasting sour. You focus on some surfer guy’s abs an hour in but your mind keeps drifting somewhere else. Suddenly, before you can even blink, Zach cranes his neck slowly and looks directly at you, as if he knew you were there the entire time. He catches you looking and his cheeks tinge pink as he whips back around. Jess snickers. “That’s like, the fourth time he’s done that.”

"What?” You blink. Wouldn’t you have noticed? Jess takes a slurp of her drink. “Yeah, didn’t you notice? I mean, he’s had like two bathroom breaks. Both times he’d looked right at you before he took his seat.”

You decide not to say anything and reach out for a gummy worm. You keep watch, but Zach never craned his head again.

The movie ends before you know it, and Jess is a mess. You can’t stop laughing at her state, and after a while she laughs with you and dabs at her tears with paper napkins, but her mascara’s everywhere. “Shit, Y/N, why aren’t you crying with me?” She scowls, and starts hicupping. You try to hide your smile. You find it best not to tell her that you were staring at other things than the movie.

The lights flick back on and the people file out. You grab your empty popcorn buckets and leave, but not before Jess excuses herself to the comfort room to freshen up. You drop the buckets in the trash can near the snacks counter in the lobby and wait for her, waving a hand at Hannah Baker, who was filling up drinks at the soda fountain. Your hand travels to your back pocket and realize your phone is missing, so you run back into the cinema’s swinging doors hoping not to find it lodged in between seats with a wad of chewed up gum.

You find something even more tramautizing. Sitting on Zach Dempsey’s lap was his date, clutching his face with her pale hands and making out with him. He’s fidgeting in his seat, but trying to keep still. You note that his hands are on the cup holders and not on her waist. Your face screws up and you groan in disgust, picking your phone up from floor. “Christ, Dempsey, get a room.”

Zach’s eyes widen and he scrambles up, pushing the girl out of his lap. “Yeah? Well, this was an empty room ‘til you showed up, Y/N.”

You snort, tucking your phone into your back pocket. “You’re a pig, Dempsey.” There are mumbles of "Ooh”’s from Foley as you stalk back to the entrance, where Jess was waiting for you, ready for some milkshakes at Rosie’s. You loop your arm in hers, failing to hear the “Shit, man,” and swears from inside the theatre.

-

You head into school next Monday with a great start, munching on your bagel as you make it to your locker. You’re wearing an oversized hoodie and high waisted jeans, but it doesn’t stop the jocks from whistling when you pass by. You roll your eyes at them and chew on your bagel as you turn the corner. High school boys were too immature. No wonder you never found the want to date one.

Passing by you in the hallway was Zach Dempsey, crowded with his band of loud friends who are laughing and pushing each other. You meet his eye and he stops, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. You roll your eyes and look away, and you can almost hear him sigh in defeat. Someone slaps him on the shoulder and whistles as you walk by. “Daaamn, Dempsey, you gotta let us share.” You don’t see him shove the guy and stalk off.

The first half of the day passes by like a breeze. By the time fourth period ends, you barely feel like the day has started. You head out for the cafeteria, stacking all your books in your arms and making it through the door, but it wasn’t long before you could hear footsteps running after you. “Hey, wait up, Y/N!”

You turn around and groan, continuing to walk. “Dempsey.” You try not to glance as he jogs up next to you and ruffles his hair, staring at you with this half grin of his you didn’t want to admit you liked.

“Uh, hey.” “Something you need?”

“No, uh, actually, I wanted to talk to you.” He looks at you sheepishly.

“Okay, talk.”

“Um, you look nice today,” He offers, biting his cheek. You stop, staring at him in disgust. “What?” He trails. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding with me.” You shake your head in disbelief and keep walking.

“What’s wrong?” He keeps up. “Seriously, Dempsey, are you hitting on me now?” “And why would that be so terrible?”

“Geez, Dempsey, what is wrong with you?” You deadpan. “You are such an ass, you know that? Do you always treat girls like shit?” You gape at his blank face. “Jenny. From last Saturday. You think it’s OK to throw girls around like that?”

“What? No! I- uh, Jenny and I aren’t serious, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He winces, scratching his neck.

“Yeah, right. Of course not.”

“Look, can I take you out this weekend? To Rosie’s maybe? I’ve wanted to maybe get to be with you out of school. We could go to the movies?” You’re at the cafeteria doors now, but Zach shuts them with his left arm, blocking the way in front of you. You snort. “You can’t be serious.” You watch as his face falls and his mouth twitches.

“What’s so bad about going out with me?”

“God, you are such a jerk, Zach!” You groan, throwing your free hand in exasperation. He winces at the sound of his name being used so hatefully- he’s only ever heard you say Dempsey. He tries to forget about all the times he’s dreamed of his name coming out of your mouth, but decides he hates it when you yell it at him. “You think it’s fun, don’t you? Having no respect for girls whatsoever. You get off buttering them up with kisses and flowers and take them to the movies only to ignore them completely a day or two later. Who, in their right mind, would ever want to go out with someone like you?”

“I only ever wanted to go to that fucking movie theatre because I heard you were going to be there!” His voice rises to a shout. It echoed through the halls, and you wince knowing someone would hear. “You think I wanted to watch that stupid chick flick, with all that shit about high heels and prom? Fuck, I never even liked Jen! Why would I when I’ve always wanted someone else?”

His breath was heavy. Suddenly it was hard to swallow. You try to stand your ground, staring at him. “Nice one. You think it’d be easy for me to believe that, what with your list of conquests and a new girl making out on your desk each week? You must be daft, Zach Dempsey.”

He scowls. “I never wanted them. Never. I just- I just thought that maybe if you saw that everyone wanted me, just maybe you would have wanted me too.” His face softens, and he starts fiddling with his fingers. “Okay, I get it. You could never want me. I know, I just thought I could change that somehow. I’m used to getting my way, you know. Girls flock me, throw themselves at me. I’m used to getting everything I want, but then you’re here, in front of me, and fuck, I’ve never wanted to kiss anything more in my life.”

“Okay,” You say softly, before you can stop yourself. He barely hears it, but his ears perk up. “What’d you say?”

“I said okay,” You clear your throat, and bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling as his lips form into a helpless grin. “Saturday night, Rosie’s?”
“Fuck yes!” He fistbumps the air, then stops as soon as he realises you’re still in front of him. You giggle and hide your face in your hands as he leans forward without thinking, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you in the air. You couldn’t help your cheeks from turning red. Zach Dempsey was adorable. He really was.

“Okay, I’ll see you in Trig?” He asks, palming his phone in his front pocket. He’d have to tell Foley, he was thinking. Man, his best friend would be so proud. His head was rushing when he swooped in and pressed his lips to your flushed cheek. “I can’t wait.”




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Watch Me Babygirl [pt.8]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: slight language

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Jungkook huffed, annoyed. He’d spent the last two hours with you, sitting in a blanket fort in his basement watching dumb movies.

“When you said you wanted talk to me about stuff, I thought you meant verbally,” he grumbled, pulling you closer to him.

You nuzzled the back of your head against his chest and sighed.

“I did and I will…” you replied.

To be honest, you were simply nervous about talking to him about what you had in mind. Ever since Taehyung had come clean about him and your brother, you’d been thinking that maybe, just maybe, you should come clean to Jimin about you and Jungkook. Another part of you reasoned that it wasn’t the right time now and that it would never be the right time.

You felt Jungkook sigh deeply, his breath breath blowing your hair ever so slightly.

Taking in a deep breath of your own and releasing it, you plucked up the courage to talk to Jungkook about coming clean.

“I wasn’t guilty about sneaking around at first…” you paused, taking a shaky breath. “But then Taehyung told me about him and Jimin and I suddenly felt like, I don’t know, maybe we should tell Jimin about us.

“Another part of me is still not ready to tell Jimin. I just- I just don’t know what to do Jungkook. I really want to be with you. You mean a lot to me.”

Jungkook nodded, his chin hitting the top of your head lightly.

“Well…” he began slowly. “What if we pretended like we were slowly becoming friends? Like, I stop giving you grief in public and you stop throwing sassy comments my way in return. We look like we’re becoming friends, like we’re changing for each other because we like each other- which isn’t far from the truth to be honest- and warm him up to the idea.”

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anonymous asked:

release the accidentally selling your souls to a demon story

So my birthday is only two days before Halloween. 

The day after I turned 13, I had my birthday party, which just consisted of my two friends sleeping over. It was a pretty average night, we just ate pizza, made some weird videos and watched movies. Everything was fine. 

Morning time comes- and we’re all pretty Buzzed. It’s Halloween, I was officially a teenager, we had some cool costumes planned, we were all very hyper and giggly that morning. We didn’t want our party to end yet so with some calls home, the girls were set to hang out at my place for pretty much the rest of the day- but we then realized we didn’t have anything to do. My mom had to go to Target for some reason or another, and told us if we went with her, she’d buy ‘any movie you want’ for us to watch. So we went. 

Now, firstly- anyone who’s ever been inside a Target knows it’s Not A Real Place. Secondly, the veil is always thinner on Halloween (facts) so this Target had suddenly become…Super Weird. Like, brighter and hazier than normal, and it’s like 9 in the morning and we’re roaming the empty and seemingly abandoned aisles in our pajamas. It just felt like one wrong step and you’d find yourself in another dimension, really intensely. 

We get to the movie aisle and start looking around. Now, at the time, I was the only one of my friends who actually liked horror movies- Raychel loves them now but she was the BIGGEST WIMP when we were kids, and Angie was just Very Quiet And Easy To Startle- but, like, Halloween. Teenager. The girls were surprisingly down for getting a horror movie, which in itself might have been a Warning Sign, but hey, I was stoked about it. We were going through some classic titles but nothing was really jumping out at us- until we see a dvd case, not even on the shelves, it was lying on the floor half shoved under a discarded shirt. The cover was pure white with a clown face laughing out at us. The title card read “Stephen King’s IT”. 

None of us had seen it before- but we had heard about it. It was one of those movies that the adults™ always got weird about, like Chuckie the Killer Doll or the Exorcist. Like it was something that actually scared them. So, like, we knew we totally had to get it. 

My mom tried to put up a small fight with “you’re only supposed to be getting into PG13 not R” (lmao as if this woman has ever given a flying fuck with restrictions I watched so much age inappropriate stuff starting at like age 4) but she quit pretty quickly. The entire ride home was met with “Okay I never watched the full version but it is a Very Scary Story so you’ve been warned!! Don’t start complaining when you’re scared!!!” stuff like that, you know. So we get home, pop some corn, get some hot chocolate, and jump in front of the tv and turn it on. 

So like…firstly, I think we all know by now that the original movie (or miniseries, whatever) isn’t actually That Scary. Secondly, I’m a fucking gem to watch movies with because I make a lot of jokes and laugh at the characters actions. And thirdly, it’s like thirty hours long. So we were all having the time of our damn lives here. Like, there were definitely parts that did scare us (Raychel had trouble with Bev’s bathroom scene. Angie hated the part at the sewers with Ben. Personally, I got freaked out by Eddie’s shower scene and sometimes I still find myself covering the drain with my feet just in case lol. And the blood balloons and the restaurant scene got to us too), but we were still all having a total blast. Watching this movie for the first time is still like a prime happy memory! But, you know, things come to an end. The movie was over, Raychel got picked up and Angie had to head home too (we were meeting up after dinner for trick or treating). I decided to walk Angie home since it wasn’t that far. 

The Veil Still Felt Thin. 

On the walk we kept talking about the movie, and made a point to not walk close to any sewer grates. Our small PA town bore enough of a resemblance to Derry for Angie’s comfort. But it was a nice day, you know? It was late afternoon, birds were chirping, sun was shinning, leaves were blowing everywhere, cars are honking hello at us, front doors were open and little kids could be heard excitedly yelling about their costumes. It was a day that struck me as very picturesque. We eventually got to the place where she could just shortcut through someone’s backyard, so we said ‘see you later’ and suddenly I found myself all alone. 

As quick as a snap, it’s suddenly dead silent

And I don’t mean “oh, someone closed their door and we can’t hear the kids any more” like seriously. It was unnaturally silent. No talk, no birds, no wind, no cars. The street was deserted. I couldn’t even hear myself breathing. I thought I had gone deaf at first! It was getting darker, only it was like an hour before that was supposed to happen and there weren’t any clouds near the sun. The air felt burning hot and freezing cold at the same time. I felt like a million eyes were watching me, except I was alone on a dark empty street, all the doors closed, all the curtains pulled shut. There wasn’t even so much as a squirrel or bunny running bye. I thought about calling out to Angie to see if she was still in the back yard, to see if she noticed anything, but the bushes weren’t rustling or moving at all. She wasn’t there. I was 100% alone. 

I start hearing a quiet, deep, throaty chuckling. 

I had been standing still in the same spot from where I watched my friend disappear through the bushes. At the sound, I slowly turned around. 

I was standing directly across from a fucking sewer.

It was too dark to see into it, and yes, I was 100% expecting that fucking clown face. But it was too dark. I couldn’t see anything. I still couldn’t hear myself breathing. All I could hear was this terrifying chuckle going on and on. I felt like if I moved something would pounce on me, like I was a rabbit playing statue. 

Now, I’ve mentioned on here before that I was That Asshole Kid who kept having weird paranormal experiences, and this was a lot more intense than I was used to. Like, shit, I’d had panic attacks over way less than this. I literally thought I was about to die.

And then…something in me kind of snapped. 

I don’t know what, exactly- if I was just tired of always being scared by this crap, or if it was some newfound teenage attitude, or just a primal urge of ‘hey I don’t wanna die’, or if the laughter just ignited something in me, but I just…snapped. 

I looked directly into the pitch dark in that sewer, and I said, loudly, over the still ongoing laughter, and more confident than I’ve ever felt in my life, “No. I am absolutely not doing this right now. You don’t actually need to screw with me, you’re doing this for what, fun? Attention? Find it somewhere else. I am not dying right after my thirteenth birthday.” The laughter got louder at that, more obnoxious. It just pissed me off even more. I made myself step off the sidewalk, and got to the middle of the street, still staring into the pitch black sewer and hoped I was making some intimidating eye contact. “What do I need to do for you to leave me the hell alone? You want my soul, or something? You want me to just pledge alliance to you or some bullshit? I will! All Hail This Creep, or whatever you go by! I’ll do what you want if you leave me alone!” 

And…the creepy laughter trailed off for a moment at that. Back to full, unnatural silence for a minute or so, before the disembodied voice let out an intrigued sounding, “Hmm.”

Next thing I know, the sky’s back a full, bright light that’s making me blink back stars from the sudden change, the wind’s blowing all over the place, and I jumped out of the middle of the street to narrowly avoid getting hit by a car that hadn’t been there a literal second ago. I still felt a little watched, but not as intensely as before. Everything seemed to be completely back to normal. I went back home (constantly glancing over my shoulder) and went on with the rest of the day. Went on with the rest of my life.

But, uh…sometimes this whole scene just comes back to me, and I can’t help but wonder about it. 

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Greetings fellow mythical beasts!!! My name’s Disparity and i’ve officially gone overboard

Funny story, I was getting over my Killjoys!RandL feels (wanted to make a fic but I doubt anyone will read so-) when suddenly I came across @mclaughneal‘s post about wanting to write a Coraline!Rhink fic but she never did anything afterwards (which murdered me) so I decided to help me out-

ANYWAYS PLEASE TELL ME THERE’S OTHER RHETT AND LINK AND CORALINE FANS PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING

I’m currently in the middle of picking whether I should just replace the characters in Coraline with them or change EVERYTHING (settings, segments, EVERYTHING) so that it’s more Rhett and Link friendly?? Hmm??

I wanna draw more but unless there’s more peeps that actually do like this AU i’m just gonna keep everything inside my heart for me to die internally once again so yeah thanks bye (please hit me up I really love this AU)

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anonymous asked:

BTS reacts to forgetting their s/o's birthday but when they apologize they just say that their birthday never really matters? Idk if that makes sense but thank you!

Jimin: He would feel awful for forgetting your birthday, but the fact that you said your birthday never really mattered in the first place made him feel even worse. 

“What are you talking about Jagi? Of course your birthday matters! I’m going to make it up to you, I promise.”

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Seokjin: It would upset him that you felt that way about your birthday, wondering why that was a thought that even crossed your mind. However, right now he needed to figure out what he was going to do about your birthday, knowing that it had to be super special now. 

Your birthday absolutely matters. Especially to me. I promise you, you’re going to have an amazing birthday; starting right now!”

Originally posted by beagletae

Jeongguk: Wait, wait, wait. What? Did you really just say that? Why would you say that? He had no idea who made you believe this lie, but he figured him forgetting your birthday didn’t help with that either.

I’m so sorry, jagiya. Of course your birthday matters and whoever told you or convinced you otherwise needs a new brain.” “I have your presents and everything and if we make it, we can order your favorite take out before they close.”

Originally posted by btsforlifebruh

Hoseok: He would be devastated that he forgot your birthday, beating himself up about since the moment it clicked into his brain. Whenever you told him that it was okay and that your birthday had never really been important anyway, he would be outraged with emotion.

How can you say that? It’s your birthday, of course it’s important!” “I messed up, this is my fault- but I’ll fix it! You’re gonna have the best birthday I promise!”

Originally posted by comfyjimin

Yoongi: When the words came out of your mouth, he gave you a look that made you sweat- and not in the good way. He couldn’t believe you had actually said that, especially when he was standing right there. 

Why would you say that? Your birthday is incredibly important.” “….I don’t know how I could have forgotten what today was- but there’s still time to do what I had planned. Let’s go.”

Originally posted by parkejimins

Namjoon: There was no way in hell you were getting away with saying that to this guy. He would lecture you and tell you that your birthday mattered and would list a whole bunch of reasons why. Afterwords he would ask if you wanted to go out or stay in, which ever your choice, he would make sure that you had a great time. 

If we stay in, I can go run to the store and grab a whole bunch of snacks and we can watch your favorite movies- or even play that dancing game you love so much.”  “I’m so sorry I forgot today, baby, I’ve just been out of it lately.” “But that doesn’t matter right now, what does is making this day the best!”

Originally posted by jiminrolls

Taehyung: It wasn’t like he hadn’t forgotten important dates before. Though, forgetting this one upset him as it was your birthday. He had it all planned out for a week now, so why did he forget the date? There was still time to do some of the things he had planned, there was just going to be a late start to the day.

No, no no. I didn’t forget! I promise, I have a whole day for us planned!….Well, more like half a day now…I’m going to make it up to you, I promise! Just as long as you never say that your birthday doesn’t matter again.”

Originally posted by toughchim


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“Do I have to?”

“Yes, Tom.

“But… it’s just – it’s so warm.” You smiled at your boyfriend as he wrapped the hotel sheets tighter around himself, burying his face in the pillows. “It’d be warmer if you were in here with me.” You reached out to grab his extended hand, cementing yourself to the ground so he couldn’t pull you onto the bed.

“Tom, you have to get up, baby.” He whined again, tugging you a little harder. You stood your ground – ignoring the way his closed eyes and how flushed his face looked in the morning. His face always looks so soft in the morning, the sun not kissing him yet and his eyes hooded in exhaustion. He had always looked so innocent to you, and you reeled in the satisfaction of knowing that this part of Tom was yours. You smiled as you carefully crawled onto the bed, careful not to make the mistake of laying down, knowing you’d never want to get up. “Tom,” you whispered, your hand reaching out to push through his hair.

“Darling,” he responded, bringing his hand up to hold yours. He brought the back of your hand to his lips, kissing you there lazily. “How much longer do we have?” You glanced at the clock.

“If we miss breakfast – an hour.” Tom shrugged, sitting up and looking through his suitcase next to the bed. He pulled out a box of granola bars.

“This good enough for you?” You laughed lightly, reaching out to grab a bar before going back to lay down next to him.

“Only an hour, Thomas.” He grinned cheekily, knowing he won you over. He picked up a granola bar and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you so you were laying on his chest. “Worth it,” he heard you whisper before taking a bite of your granola bar. He smiled, silently agreeing with you. You turned to turn on the TV, letting a television movie silently play in the background. In no time, your hour of lounging before the next interview passed by. You sighed when the five-minute warning alarm you’d set up started to ring. You leaned over and snoozed the alarm, instantly being pulled back into Tom’s chest when the ringing stopped.

“I love this.” You looked up at him, moving so your chin rested on his chest.

“What do you mean?” You took another bite of your granola bar, unknowingly gathering a few crumbs at the corner of your mouth. You blushed slightly as Tom’s thumb came up to brush them away. “Oops.” You smiled sheepishly as he pinched your cheek lightly.

“I love this – being with you, especially in the morning.” He lifted his left shoulder in a half-hazard shrug. “When I woke up this morning,” his fingers still danced across your face, moving his index along your neck all the way to your back, aimlessly drawing stars on you, “I looked at you – like, really looked at you. And, god, darling, you’ve ruined everything for me.” You frowned at him, not fully catching on.

“I’m sorry,” you began, only growing even more confused as he laughed you off, shaking his head.

“No, no! I don’t mean it like that. I just meant that, you know, nothing will ever compare to you. No song will ever sound as good as your laugh, no movie will ever be as enticing as watching you do something as simple as playing with your hair. No one and no thing will ever be you. You’ve ruined everything for me – but in the best way.” Your heart rate sped up as Tom leaned in, kissing you softly. There were so many things you’d wanted to say. You had never said you loved him – and he had never said he loved you. But, god did that feel like he had.

“Tom,” you breathed out, the smile he wore making you nervous for some reason. You opened your mouth to speak again, only to be cut off by a knock on the door. You sighed, climbing off the bed and straightening out your clothes when Tom got off the bed to walk toward the door.

“Hey, darling? What were you going to say back there? In the room?” You looked up from your phone, sitting on the couch in the greenroom. You shook your head at Tom, smiling stiffly. “Did you forget?”

“Tom! Interview time!”

“Coming!” He got up from the couch and stretched, taking a long stride toward you and leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “I’ll be back in a few, baby.” He was almost out the door when your nerves took control over you.

“Tom!” He stopped, turning quickly at the urgency in your voice.

“What’s the matter, love?” You bit your lip, looking at Tom’s wide, brown eyes. They were so innocent – a different pair of innocence than what they held this morning. “Baby, I’ve got to go. What’s wrong?”

“I just–,” you walked up to him quickly, grabbing either side of his face and pulling him in for a kiss. You sighed in relief, feeling a comfort in his immediate response and the feel of his smile. You pulled away after hearing his name being yelled for again. “Tom, I love you.” Tom’s eyes widened, his grip tightening around your waist.

“You what?”

“Tom!”

“Give me a fucking minute!” He turned around, giving Harrison an apologetic look before turning around to face you again. “Darling, say that again.”

“I love you, Thomas.” He grinned, shaking his head at the use of his full name. He leaned in again, kissing you, the wide smile on both of your faces resulting in it being mostly teeth, short breaths and laughs.

“I love you too, my love.”

“Tom, we really have to go!” He pecked you one last time.

“I’ll be back.” You nodded, slowly releasing his face as he walked backwards. You opted for watching the interview from the greenroom. When you turned on the TV, the first thing you noticed was Tom’s bright smile as the interviewer asked why he was in such a good mood. He shook his head, his smile never faltering as his reached up to tuck a fallen strand back.

“I just love my girlfriend is all.”


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If you suffered emotional abuse at the hands of your mother, particularly if she had/has BPD, Coraline is an important move for you to watch. The Other Mother in that movie gives Coraline everything she ever wanted and could ever dream of. She cooks Coraline meals and plays with her, but the whole time you know something is wrong, something is off. 

You can tell the reason the only reason The Other Mother is doing anything for Coraline is to manipulate her into staying. It’s to make Coraline think that everything is fine and a mother THAT nice couldn’t have bad intentions. 

The movie helps you remember that just because someone does nice things for you, doesn’t mean they aren’t terrible and abusive. Just because a mother makes you dinner or gives you presents doesn’t make her a good mother.

It’s Too Cold (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: 1. “Your hair is so soft..”

3. “No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”

+ this imagine was inspired this photo (aka the reason why I’m dead):

Warnings: None

Word Count: 802

A/N: Idk how to write for Tom Holland so this is for Peter. 

Y/N was hobbling in the streets, trying to get to her boyfriend’s house, Peter. The reason she was waking heavily and tripping every five seconds was because how exhausted she was; also the weather was freezing too. She had been studying for her final exams for three weeks and the projects were killing her. She was stressed than ever, not just because of the weight of the exams, but she was truly concerned about her future too.

Peter was no different, that was the reason why they planned on taking a day off, relaxing and finally spending alone time after weeks without mentioning homework.

She squeezed her hands more tightly in her pockets; her knuckles were probably redder than ever. All she wanted was a cup of hot chocolate and a warm blanket. She dreamt of spending the night at Peter’s cuddling and watching the movies they had watched more than twenty times already. Thinking of this heartwarming scene, she chuckled lightly and realized she had arrived at his apartment.

“Oh Y/N! I’m really glad that you arrived, Peter has been napping on his bed for hours now, I was pretty concerned!” Aunt May giggled, causing Y/N to smile widely. “The school had been killing us for weeks, I’m pretty sure that’s why he had been sleeping for so long,” she explained. Aunt May sighed, showing she was relieved. “I’m going to a friend’s house, will you be staying in tonight?” she asked while putting her coat on. “Probably, not decided yet,” Y/N replied while getting inside the house. “Okay, we have food in the fridge; you can have dinner too dear. See you later, bye!” Aunt May waved at her and left the house.

Y/N plodded towards to Peter’s room, taking off her coat and her scarf that was wet because of the snowstorm in the morning. She knocked on the door a few times then remembered he was sleeping and slowly opened the door, trying not to disturb him.

She closed the door and turned around to see the most stunning scene she had ever seen. Peter was sleeping peacefully, cuddling with his dog Tess, both covered with a comfy blanket. She examined his messy and fluffy hair, his red and soft cheeks and the circles under his eyes out of exhaustion. Y/N couldn’t decide which one was more adorable, she watched them in awe for minutes until she remembered how exhausted she was and how much she wanted to be in Tess’s place in that moment. She giggled quietly and stride to the bed.

Peter whined when he heard her footsteps and opened his eyes slowly. When he saw Y/N standing in front of him, he smirked and whispered: “For a second I thought I was dead and I was in heaven. Do you have any idea how angelic you look right now?” causing Y/N to blush and giggle.

“Will you please move I’m still freezing and I’m pretty jealous of Tess right now,” She pointed at Tess, who was still sleeping. Peter smirked at her and moved to the other side. “Come in angel.”

When Y/N was finally in the bed, Peter hugged her from behind, placing kisses to her neck sleepily. “Peter…” Y/N gasped at the sudden action which sent shivers down her spine, making her get closer to him. “What? I missed you…” He mumbled nuzzling into her neck this time. Both of their eyes’ were shut, enjoying the quiet and warm bodies of each other.

As much as Y/N wanted to sleep in that moment, she also didn’t want to waste the limited time she had with Peter so she turned around to face him. Peter seemed like he was sleeping but when he felt Y/N’s movement, he lazily opened his eyes. The sweet sound of downfall outside filling their ears with joy, Peter held Y/N’s hand, brushing it with his thumb softly. Y/N placed her spare hand into Peter’s hair, roaming it gently. “Mmm… Please keep doing that,” Peter gasped.

“Your hair is so soft…” Y/N whispered, trying to keep the peaceful quietness steady.

“I’m not saying that I don’t enjoy this whole situation but are we going to stay in bed the whole evening?” Y/N asked and shifted a bit, trying to get up.

“No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.” Peter whined and pulled her back to closer to himself. Y/N’s back was pressed onto his chest, his legs covering up her body, trying to keep her in bed. Y/N was too tired to fight back so she just simply nodded and stared outside the window, New York City lights were looking delightful and it was still raining. Peter wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled into her neck once again. Both slowly falling asleep.

anonymous asked:

Can I please request a scenario of jealous todoroki when his s/o asked him to hangout but he didnt want to so his s/o asked her close guy friend to go with her n now todoroki regrets bcoz his s/o kept talking abt how much fun they had etc so todoroki got kinda scared his s/o will leave him

AAAA this is hella cute and fun, thanks for requesting! Sorry if it’s kind of short…I’m so late with some of the asks I swear! 



“…and then Kaminari made a joke about how the protagonist looked like a male version of Kim Kardashian and I laughed so hard they almost kicked us out! It was so funny I swear, he knows how to make this silly voice and talked on top of the dialogues and it was hilarious!” fifteen minutes…there had just been fifteen solid minutes of you talking about that damn movie and about damn Kaminari…Todoroki was about to lose his temper “The film turned out to be rather boring, but he made it so much fun! I’ll ask him to hang out more often" 

“Hmm” your boyfriend just grunted, taking a sip of his frappe and looking away from you, clearly upset.

“And then he came home and we watched some parodies of the movie in youtube because it was so terrible…” Wait…he went to your house?? “Gosh, Denki is so amazing”

Denki????

“You are on first name bases??” Todoroki asked, almost choking on his drink.

“Well, yeah” you giggled “We are good friends! I started calling you Shoto way before we even started dating”

“Right…” he muttered to himself, clenching his cup quite forcefully.

“Are you ok? You look mad”

Of course, of course he was mad! How could you be so dense?? You were talking so positively about some other guy who was so different to him…was that what you were truly looking for? Were you craving for someone fun, fresh and spontaneous? Was he being boring to you?

“I’m fine” he said, but when he tried to sip his drink again it was completely frozen…he realized he should maybe hold it with his left hand for a while instead.

However, as you were about to question him further, the ring of the cafe’s door’s bell interrupted you, followed by an happy, friendly voice that almost knits your boyfriend’s brows together.

“Oh? [name]! Todoroki! What are you doing here??”

From all the people on earth and from all the inopportune timings… Kaminari had to appear righ then to butt into the conversation.

“Denki!” you stood up to greet him, hugging him tight…so frickin tight…“we were just talking about you!”

Todoroki almost burnt his tongue as he took the next sip.

“I just lost a bet to Kirishima and I owe him a smoothie” he laughed, pointing at the redhead waiting for him outside the window “how about you? Are you on a date?”

“Yes” it was Todoroki who answered, coldly, harshly. But the other guy was way too dense to even realize he was interrupting, so he just kept smiling like a dork and ignoring your boyfriend’s tone that was so sharp it could have sliced his throat in to.

However, you did notice his drop of temper, and you were not pleased. At all.

“Don’t be rude, Shoto” you lowered your voice, throwing him a death glance and then turned back to Kaminari “You better get going, Denki. We both know Kirishima isn’t that patient”

“Yeah, you are right” he said, extending you his hand for you to high-five “see ya later!”

“See you!” you answered his greet and he went back to the counter to ask for his order. And, as soon as he was out of sight, you immediately stared daggers into your boyfriends wary eyes “What’s up with you today??”

By then, he had already given up on his drink so he had nothing to set his nerves into.

“Kaminari” he muttered between his teeth, yet you were able to understand him as clear as day.

“What did he do to you?? Are you mad at him??”

“Yeah, well, no. Kind of…"he trailed of, wanting to bang his head against the table "just, forget about it”

“Please don’t tell me you are jealous” you asserted, crossing your arms as you took his silence as an affirmative answer “I can’t believe it, Shoto. Do you really not trust me at all?”

“I do trust you”

“Don’t you trust Denki, then? Your own classmate??”

“I do trust him too”

“Then what is it??” you barked, fed up of his crappy attitude “What’s the damn problem??”

“I don’t trust myself”

You swallowed you words, staring at him taken aback, as he angrily stared at his lap.

“What?” your voice almost breaks, not ready for the abrupt change in tone, as you noticed the subtle anxiety darkening his eyes.

“I don’t trust to be fun enough for you to stay by my side…I’m quite boring, aren’t I?” his voice was monotonous and serious, yet his expression let you feel just how truly upset he was “At first I thought you felt attracted to me because of my looks and the fact I’m rather powerful but…I never considered if I had to be entertaining, and I guess I am not”

Shock clogged your throat as you heard him, and you found yourself unable to answer. Silence became dense and uncomfortable, especially since Todoroki thought that maybe you agreed with his words, and that you weren’t content with the relationship.

But as he was about to ask, he felt your hand grabbing his across the table, gently caressing it with your thumb.

“Who would have thought you were so self-conscious” you said, smiling at him fondly “don’t ever think you aren’t good enough, love, you are a beautiful person and boyfriend. And yeah, you can be serious or grumpy sometimes, but there’s no reason for you to be jealous! I like guys like Denki as friends, I would never date him”

“You wouldn’t?”

“Of course not, you dork! I just asked him to hang out since you didn’t want to watch that damn movie with me on the first place!”

“Oh” He felt embarrassed all of a sudden, thinking he might have sounded so stupid. But as his cheeks began to redden with shame, you abruptly concealed it with a sweet peck.

“I love the way you are, Shoto. Never forget that” 

He grinned, finally daring to look at you in the eye, and responding to your affection by tangling his fingers with yours and giving a sweet kiss to your hand.

“I love you too” 

Wow. Dumb Dean was on full display in last night’s episode:

Dean: “One, weird that you know how much underwear I packed. And B, it’s two in two: doesn’t count if you flip them inside out.”

If you’ve ever watched “Home Alone”, the main character, Kevin, has an older brother, Buzz, who is not too bright. And this is something that is displayed throughout the movie, but what stood out to me the most, was a scene where he said this: 

Buzz McCallister: “No, for three reasons: A, I’m not that lucky. Two, we use smoke detectors and D, we live on the most boring street in the whole United States of America, where nothing even remotely dangerous will ever happen. Period.”

Basically, when a writer wants to portray a character as…not very smart, they do what you see in the above examples.

We get it, Davy Perez. You don’t think Dean is smart. But not only is he not smart in your episodes, he’s also not very good at killing the bad guys because all of the big kills have gone to Sam in every last one of your episodes. Which is interesting because for writers who portray Dean as…um…not too bright, they usually allow him to kill things. He is the brawn after all, according to some. (And this is from someone who doesn’t usually focus on how many kills Dean gets. I’m usually more concerned with whether or not Dean is a competent hunter.)

Stares and glares - Jughead x Reader

Request: I was wondering if you could do one where jughead hangs out a lot with Betty and distances from the reader and the reader gets sad?

Warnings: Swears n fights, angst

Word count: 2162

A/N: I’m going to release the start of a NEW series soon after posting this, so feedback will be wanted!!!!


Jughead Jones had been your best friend for as long as you could remember, but only recently did you want more than a friendship with the raven haired boy. You would sit in a booth at Pop’s and unknowingly stare at him, remembering every little feature of his face, and then blush brighter than one of Betty’s pink tops when you realised, praying he hadn’t.

Until one day…

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What The What!?

Here’s another part in “Our Girl”   This is also my 750th one shot!

Read “Movie Night”
Read Between The Sheets
Read Protection
Read Trust
Read “Come Home To Me”

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam (polyamorous)
Words:  1530

This part was requested by @scxrchy:  For your our girl series, could you write out how they started dating? Like how weird it was at first?

A/N: No longer taking requests for this series.
A/N: If you want tagged in anything, just let me know. :)



You were sitting cross-legged on the motel bed when you heard the Impala pull up outside. Sam and Dean had been interviewing witnesses while you continued to do the research at the motel.

           You heard the doors close and then the motel room door slammed open. Sam and Dean stomped in. Uh oh. Trouble in paradise?

           “What’s wrong?” you asked, looking up at them.

           “Nothing,” they both spat.

           “Liars,” you accused, “What the hell is going on?”

           “Don’t worry about it,” Sam said. That was unlike him. Sam didn’t snap at you and he didn’t get angry with you.

           You stood up from the bed, putting your hands on your hips, “Sit,” you commanded, pointing to the two beds.

           “Y/N …” Dean warned.

           You glared at him, “Sit. Down. Now.”

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Sleeping Love - Grayson

requested: yes by anon 

can you write a grayson imagine where you two are really good friends and you are watching a movie together and you fall asleep on him and that’s the moment he realizes he wants to be with you

request: open

a/n: come and request things, i’m bored also i really like this request


It was late, very late at night. Usually on a normal day, you would have been asleep right now, but you weren’t. The only reason why you were not asleep was because of Grayson Bailey Dolan, your best friend and crush. You thought there was no way that Grayson would ever like you. 

You and Grayson, and his twin brother, Ethan, had been best friends ever since the twins moved out to Los Angeles. You met them at a pizza place and started to chat and ended up becoming a trio. 

Grayson decided to call you at two in the morning asking you to come over. Since he was your best friend, you went to his and Ethan’s place. Plus it was just another reason for you to spend time with your crush. As you dragged your self out of bed and out to your car you wondered what Grayson needed you for at such a late time. 

You arrived in front of their apartment building and parked your car. You got to the twins door and unlocked it with the spare key you had to their place. There sitting on the couch was a shirtless Grayson. You could feel your cheeks start to glow with a blush. You tried your best to hide it. You walked in and closed the door behind you. Grayson looked towards you. 

“Hey Y/N. Come sit next to your Uncle Gray.” he said patting a place on the couch next to him. He turned his head back to the T.V.

The purse you brought with you was dropped to the floor as you shuffled you feet over to the couch. You plopped down on the couch next to Grayson and pulled the blanket he had onto you. 

“So what did you call me over here for?” you asked, looking at him. He look at you. 

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He had the goofy smile on his face that made your heart melt. 

“No.” you chuckled. 

“Then what movie do you wanna watch?” Grayson asked. You thought about it for a while.

“Moana.” you said with a smile on your face. Grayson shrugged his shoulders. 

“If that’s what you want.” he said. He put on Netflix and got the movie all set up. While he was doing that, you decided to get comfortable. You laid your head on Grayson’s lap and let your legs reach to the end of the couch. Grayson laid his one arm on top of you, so then you were both comfortable.

“Ready?” he asked you.

“Ready.” you responded. He hit the play button and laid back against the couch.

Through out the movie your eyes got more and more heavier. You finally gave up and closed them, and fell asleep. You start to snore faintly. Grayson looked down at you and smiled. 

She’s so adorable, with her little snores, Grayson thought. She’s so kind and pretty and amazing. She has been there for us since we moved to L.A., she is one of the best people I know. She’s everything I could ever want in a girl. Grayson then realized what this meant. This meant that Y/N was the girl for him. That Y/N was the only one he wanted be with. That Y/N was the one. 

Summer Nights: Spencer x reader

hannahmarie2016: Hello! Could you write an imagine about the reader and Spencer staying in on a rainy day and watching 80’s movies (my guilty pleasure lol). Thank you!😊 Word count: 1054 A/N: I could have some really cool reason why I haven’t written this yet but I have nothing I’m just really lazy I’m so sorry. ——————————————

You always hated them. The bright lights. The booming noise. Thunderstorms. Ever since you were a child you were skittish when a storm would come and you never grew out of it. It was about 9:30 and you expected Spencer to be home any minute now because his flight landed at 8:45, and the the airport was about an hour away from your home in DC. All you wanted to do was cuddle up with him and watch movies to get your mind off things. You managed to calm yourself down when the rain started pouring as the sky lit up with the sudden electrostatic discharge, followed by the rumbling boom that made your hair go on edge.

The storm was getting closer and you felt your anxiety getting worse by the second. You wondered if Spencer was okay or if the storm caused him trouble getting home. Your mind wondered to all the bad things that could have happened to him when you heard the door unlock. On a normal day, you would run up and greet him, embracing him in a hug, but tonight you couldn’t even pry yourself off the couch.

“Hi, kitten! I’m home.” He greeted. But when you couldn’t come around to saying anything, he added, “Y/N? Where are you?”

He began to walk through your shared apartment looking for you when he saw you bundled up in all the blankets you owned laying on the couch. Your face was covered in an attempt to mute out some of the noise from the storm, but you peeked your head out for a moment just to say hello.

“Oh, Y/N I’m sorry. I forgot how much you hate storms” he said while sitting down next to you and placing his hand on your side in a measure to comfort you.

“It’s okay. I know the team needed you more than me. How was the case” you said, glad he was finally here.

“Alright” he began, getting off the couch and walking back to the door to put down his bag and take off his shoes. “I don’t understand how some peopl-” he was saying only before he was cut off by thunder so loud it shook the building. You whimpered in fear, returning to your fluffy means of protection. When that round of rumbling was over, you peaked your head back out to search for Spencer, being that he was no longer sitting next to you. You found him shutting the blinds in his windows and pulling the dark curtains together so you could no longer see the light coming from the thing that scared you most in this moment. Then, he went up to the tv that was currently playing the news that was only feeding your fear saying how dangerous this storm was and put in a movie. You couldn’t tell at first what it was but once it started playing, you discovered it was Grease, him knowing how much of a musical junkie you were. He went to the kitchen as the opening credits started rolling and came back just as the infamous beach scene started. He came back with two bowls of ice cream and turned the movie way up in an attempt to block out the storm. You took one of the bowls and thanked him before diving into it. It was mint chocolate chip, your favorite. After finishing your ice cream, you flipped yourself around and cuddled up onto Spencer’s lap. He took his hand and started playing with your Y/H/C hair. You finally started to relax when the distant rumbling caught you off guard and you started to pull the blanket up. Spencer stopped you.

“Hey, hey it’s alright. This is just what happens on summer nights” he said, making a joke at your favorite number from the movie. You couldn’t help but laugh as you dropped the blankets and continued watching the movie.

Not long after you both finished eating, Spencer laid down with you and threw his arm around your side.

“Ya know Elvis was originally casted to be in Grease. It is believed he would play the Guardian Angel role, but he did not accept. To this day no one knows why he didn’t but it’s probably because he was at the height of his musical career.” Spencer said. You couldn’t help but giggle at his knowledge of literally everything.

“I like it better with Frankie Avalon though. He’s a cutie” you said playfully. “Hey! You’re not allowed to call other guys cute!!” Spencer said defensively and started tickling you. “Stop!!!” You laughed. But the only reason he did stop was because ‘We go together’ started playing.

It wasn’t until after the movie ended that Spencer realized you made it through the rest of the storm completely fine. “Y/N! Look the storm stopped!” He said excitedly. He looked down at you and noticed that you had fallen asleep in his arms somewhere through the movie and he smiled, knowing he can comfort you even when you’re scared.

“Goodnight Y/N” he whispered, kissing your forehead.

Originally posted by renly

BTS reaction to you giving them a long hug

Anon asked“Bts reaction to you giving them a long hug?”

Here you go, I was assuming you were their girlfriend not just a random fan, hope you like it this way :)


Jin


He would enjoy it so much and would reward you with a kiss with those gorgeous lips. He would take it as a signal of your love and would want you to hug him more frequently.


Originally posted by my-shining-star


Suga


It would catch him off guard but would soon het his sh together and pull you colser to him. He would kiss your forehead or the top of your head and run a hand between your locks while calmly asking:

“Is everything okay, honey?”


Originally posted by pastelyoonseok


J-Hope


He would just enjoy the affection really much and would want to show you his love as well with kisses and maybe a sprinkle of aegyo. He wouldn’t let you go for a long time either, just wanting to hold you close to him.

“Aigoo, my jagi is so sweet.”


Originally posted by uhhquareeus


Rap Monster


Considering he’s so rational if it was out of your character he would be concerned. Was something wrong? Did something happen? He would ask you if everything was okay and would help you if you had anything pressuring you. If you just did it for no reason, he would find it really cute.


Originally posted by myloveseokjin


Jimin


Flufflyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluff

He would be the cutest thing ever, like he would just melt into the hug and hold you as long as he just can because he enjoys it so much. Jimin getting affection is the cutest type of Jimin.


Originally posted by here4jimin


V


When the hug starts to feel awkward, he would start cracking jokes and tickling you to ease the atmosphere. He would suggest you two watch a movie while cuddling if you wanted affection that much and would hope you say yes, because he himself wanted it very much.


Originally posted by taehyunglq


Jungkook


Like father like son, same as Namjoon he would notice immediately if it was out of your character, however he wouldn’t ask about it. He would hold you closer instead, caressing your hair and leaving small kisses on your forehead to urge you to tell him if something was wrong. Either way, he would like your bodies this close a lot and would initiate a cuddling session soon enough.


Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


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Rules for Dating Tony (Chapter4)

So I have a soft spot for Clint/Hawkeye so this little date night was one of my favorite to write. Catch up on the other date nights HERE.
I am loving how many people are rooting for Tony to end up with someone in particular! I love to hear from you guys so drop me a message/ comment/ or hit up my ask box!
I’m trying to tag everyone who wants to be tagged, so hopefully I didn’t miss anybody! Thanks for reading guys!

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Clint
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“What movie is this again?” Tony asked, pushing the seat back so he had more room for his legs.

“The Werewolf Returns 4: Summer Camp.” Clint said gleefully over a mouthful of popcorn and Tony groaned.

“Easily one of the worst movies in the world. Why they ever made four of them–”

“Because it’s at a summer camp and all the girls wear white tank tops while they splash around.” Clint answered, rolling his eyes. “Come on, Tony, you know that’s the only reason guys watch horror movies.”

“Well you’re not lying about that.” Tony dropped his head back on the head rest. “I just… when you said a movie I thought you meant–”

“What? Like an independent film where we all feel bad about ourselves for not caring about penguins? No thanks. This will be a good distraction for you, because honestly I feel like you need a break.”

Tony turned in his seat and stared at the archer. “Wait, this whole movie idea is because you think I’m stressed out?”

“You’ve got a lot going on, Tony.” Clint looked at him just long enough to hand him some licorice. “Just in your day to day life anyway. You think nobody notices how much effort it takes you to get through a day, to make sure everything’s running the way it should, how much effort it takes to deal with the politicians and reporters and all the crap that comes with housing a group of super heroes. But I do, Tony. I mean, we all do, but I think maybe I see it more than others.”

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50 Questions

Here you go with a new list.. so if you want to ask me one please let me know from which list by saying: List 1 or List 2. 

1. What is your best friends name?
2. What color underwear/boxers wearing now?
3. What are you listening to right now?
4. Whats your favorite number?
5. What was the last thing you ate?
6. If you were a crayon what color would you be?
7. How is the weather right now?
8. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
9. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
10. Do you have a significant other?
11. Favorite TV show?
12. Siblings?
13. Height?
14. Hair color?
15. Eye Color?
16. Do you wear contacts?
17. Favorite Holiday?
18. Month?
19. Have you ever cried for no reason?
20. What was the last movie you watched?
21. Favorite Day of the Year?
22. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
23. Can you do a headstand (not using the wall)?
24. Hugs or Kisses?
25. Chocolate or Vanilla?
26. Do you want your friends to respond to this?
27. Who is most likely to respond to a text from you?
28. Who is least likely to respond to a text from you?
29. What books are you reading?
30. Piercings?
31. Favorite movies?
32. Favorite football Team?
33. What are you doing right now?
34. Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn?
37. Dogs or cats?
38. Favorite flower?
39. Been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to do?
40. Do you have a best friend of the opposite sex?
41. Have you ever loved someone?
42. Who would you like to see right now?
43. Are you still friends with people from kindergarten?
44. Have you ever fired a gun?
45. Do you like to travel by plane?
46. Right-handed or Left-handed?
47. How many pillows do you sleep with?
48. Are you missing someone?
49. Do you have a tattoo?
50. Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with?

anonymous asked:

I'm just trying to understand your viewpoint - why do you not feel that changing ANY character's orientation is unacceptable. Gay to straight, straight to gay, it's all a shift from the original character and misrepresentation. Either it's all okay, or none of it is.

The thing is that straight people are not and have never been Not represented on screen. Every movie or tv show you will ever watch will have a straight person in it. If I want to see myself represented on screen, I have to specifically look for movies that represent me.

The creator of Gilmore Girls mentioned that they would have had LGBT characters when the show first aired, but they couldn’t because it wasn’t Allowed because, you know, homophobia is a thing that existed and still exists.

And for your question about changing a character’s orientation:
Reasons why LGBT people usually think of a character who is shown to be het as LGBT: they want to relate to them, they want to see themselves represented in any way.
Reasons why people think that a canonically LGBT character is straight: homophobia. that’s it. homophobia.