if you ever wanted a reason to watch this movie

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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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-


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)


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

thank you so much for requesting, I hope you enjoyed this reaction !

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.

13 reasons why

This show will forever be the death of me. As someone with depression I understand that this show was created to show people the ugly truth and why it shouldn’t be glorified like it was with Vincent van gough ( he ate yellow paint and people thought he did that to feel “happy on the inside” ). Despite the intentions the producers obviously didn’t really give a shit if mental health professionals and suicide prevention a agencies told them not to put graphic scenes in the show yet they went along with it . People completely missed the point of this show and turned it into promposals and memes, that shits not cool or “ SO cute”. You wanna fucking know why I refuse to watch this garbage? Because hearing that name makes me want to kill myself more than I already actually want to do.“A girl died because I was scared to love her” are you fucking Kidding me? I’m sorry to break this to you but that’s not how this shit works and quite frankly, that was one of the most gross things I’ve ever heard from television, If you wanna watch a real iconic anti-bullying horror film watch any of the carrie movies or just read the 13 reasons why book which doesn’t go into extreme detail on Hanas death and has crucial and iconic scenes that just weren’t in the show, TBH the show is nothing like absolutely nothing like the book. BITCH SIKE THERE ARE HONESTLY NO SHOWS THAT HANDLE MENTAL HEALTH PROPERLY.Also why Tf did people need a show to learn not to be an ass

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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She’s Worth It - Hayes Grier

His hand gripped my waist while the other cupped my neck. Somehow my ability to breathe had left me, the only air I knew was his. With every touch of our lips we got closer, though are bodies had been touching from the start. I felt an unquenchable fire every time he shifted. Soon enoguh, he was on top of me instead of sitting next to me, moving down my neck. The movie was only static in the background. He pulled away and it felt as if I was drenched in rain, all heat from him gone and functioning lungs back.

“Be my girlfriend,” he said, breathlessly.

“You wish,” I quickly replied, just as I did every other time.

“Why not?” he asked, returning himself to siting position and leaning back on the couch. It was like a scene from a movie, played over and over again.

“The same thing I say every time you ask.” I retort.

“You mean ‘I just don’t do relationships’?” He mocks my voice, “That’s not an excuse.”

“Never said it was, it’s just the way I am.”

He turns to me and grabs my hand, “You know, this is really starting to feel personal now. Y/N, I really like you. Like, a lot. And I know you like me too. We’ve been at this for months now. What’s the real reason?”

I ignore him and watch the movie. I can feel his eyes on me but I choose to ignore it. He pulls me closer until I’m practically on his lap and softly kisses the back of my neck.

“Y/N, I feel more for you than I ever have for anyone else. I’m gonna ask you one more time, and that’s it, I’ll just leave it be. Will you be my girlfriend?”

I don’t want to lose him. He’s the best thing in my life right now. I haven’t seen my father in months and my mother seems to think I’m the reason for their split and I only have 2 friends who I question whether or not they actually like me half the time. But Hayes. He’s always there for me when I’m down, and he’s never let anyone say a word about me, and he stayed even though I rejected him who knows how many times. And there’s no part of me that even questions it. I keep saying no because I’m scared I’ll lose him. Just like mom lost dad, and like I lost every other human in my life because I don’t know how to make a fucking friend.

I watched his eyes dim as he moved me back over to my seat. “It’s okay,” he says. “You don’t have to like me like that.”

“I don’t know how,” I blurt out. “And I don’t want to lose you,” he looks over at me quietly, waiting for me to finish. “Overtime you say that— ask me that, I feel like the happiest girl in the world. Because it’s you, because I want nothing more,” my eyes start to burn, “And then I see us, down the road. And it’s my parents reincarnated. And we’re yelling and crying and everything fucking sucks because we fell apart.”

“Y/N, we’re not them,” he says.

“Maybe you’re not but I am,” my voice cracks as a tear gathers at the corner of my eye. “I’m them. I don’t have anything or anyone better to go off of. I’m problematic and flaky just like my father was and I’m uptight and selfish just like my mother.” He brings me closer and wipes the tears from my cheeks.

He starts to speak but I interrupt him.

“And you deserve better than that, better than me. I mean for fuck’s sake you stayed with me all this time even though I pushed you away every time you got close. You listened to me every night for weeks when I realized my father wasn’t coming back. You stayed through everything and you deserve someone just as good as you.”

He holds me to him tightly and I wipe my tears on his shirt. “Y/N, I stay with you because of who you are. Someone who’s not flaky or uptight or selfish or anything else like that. I stay with you because you deserve it. Your parents raised you to think that you weren’t enough but you’re so much more than I could ever want. I’ve watched you move mountains to become the strongest girl I know. And all I every hear people say about you is ‘she’s pretty’. But you’re so much more. You’re intelligent and unbreakable and willing to go through hell just to get to love on the other side. If anything I don’t deserve you and that just makes me want you more.”

“I wish all that was true. Even if it was, I still don’t know how to be what you want me to be.”

“Everything I said is true and don’t you dare deny it. And besides, we’re 16. You don’t have to know how to do anything. Just be with me. Let me show you off. Even if there was someone better, which there isn’t, and I somehow deserved it, which I don’t, I want you and only you.”

If anything, the boy deserves what he wants. I kiss him hard, gripping his face between my hands.

“Let’s try this one more time. Y/N, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend.”

“I’d love to.”


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Thanks for reading, hope you liked it. Ya girl is back, finally. Between moving, and this ACT class, and volleyball starting back up and everything else, it’s been awhile since I wrote something. And I missed it, forgot how much fun it is. I’ve been writing a few things of my own, just in a journal, and it really helped me, but I miss this interaction with you guys. So here I am. SO so sorry to the requester, you probably wanted this back in like November, thanks for being patient and I hope you like it! I think I have one or two more imagines to put out and then I’ll be putting up the next part to Send My Love, which was highly requested. Also during my little hiatus I hit 1k followers! Thank you guys so much, this blog wouldn’t be what it is without you guys and I find it crazy that there’s that many of you. See y’all soon!


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.

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

Clay overreacts when he sees Tony & Ryan

Thanks to @omiko429 for the fic idea. I’ve been wanting to write clony ever since I started shipping them but I didn’t really have any good ideas. Posting my writing on Tumblr is new to me, I’ve only ever written tvd stuff and it’s all on ff.net so I hope this is alright. Enjoy 👍🏾

Clay’s POV

It was Courtney Crimson’s 18th birthday party. 

Of course when I got invited my initial thought was no way am I going to that but unfortunately Tony had talked me into it and accepted her invitation for the both of us.

 As soon as I stepped into her house l tripped on a red cup but luckily Tony had a grasp on my hand and was leading us through the crowd towards the kitchen.

The house was packed with drunk upperclassmen, the music was blaring so loud I could barely hear myself think, and I felt like I wanted to choke from the mixtures of cologne and perfume swimming in the air.

But other than that I was okay.

“You want a drink, Clay?”

“Sure. I’ll just have whatever you’re having.” 

Tony handed over a bottle of beer. I internally sighed out of relief that it wasn’t something super strong. I remembered being drunk once before and it was not a good feeling. 

We ended up sitting on the couch, drinking our beers, and just enjoying each other’s company.

I guess this party wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe it’s because I was here with Tony. He always made things better.

“You gentlemen enjoying yourselves?”

Ryan appeared out of nowhere, plopping right next to Tony.

 “Yeah,” Tony spoke up. “What about you?”

“Oh you know…keeping my eyes open for any potential new baes.” 

 Tony laughed. “Yeah, that sounds like you.”

 “You guys want any refills?” Ryan pointed at our drinks.

 “Yeah, sure. Clay?”

 “No, I’m good.”

 Ryan stood up and Tony offered to tag along with him.

 Tony leaned in and gave me a small kiss on the cheek. “We’ll be back.”

 As I sat on the couch alone I couldn’t help but let my mind wonder.

 Am I crazy or were Tony and Ryan flirting right in front of me?

 I turned around and looked at them chatting in the kitchen and I couldn’t help but notice how nice they looked together. Tony was smiling that beautiful smile of his so I assumed Ryan was saying something funny.

 Or flirty.

 I was starting to feel awkward sitting by myself and I had to pee so I found my way to the bathroom. 

 After splashing my face with water, I felt a little more calm but I still wasn’t ready to go back out. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of anything but Tony was my boyfriend. I didn’t think it was a problem for exes to be cordial with one another, I mean Tony wasn’t the kind of guy to hold grudges anyway but they seemed a little too comfortable for my liking.

 Clay, you sound like a jealous girl.

 Shut up.

 “Hey! I need to get in there!” Someone yelled from the other side, letting me know I had been in there longer than necessary.

 I opened the door and a girl looked me up and down before asking, “are you done?”

 “Yeah, my bad, sorry.” 

 I walked back out to the party and didn’t see Tony or Ryan on the couch. I checked the kitchen as well and there was no sign of them.

 Eventually I noticed them leaning on the wall near the doors that lead to the backyard and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

 It was like my vision went from clear to red. 

 I pushed my way through the people, not caring who I hit, and marched up to Tony.

 “What the fuck is going on here!?”

 They immediately moved away from each other and had confusion plastered all over their faces.

 “Clay? What’s wrong?” Tony had the nerve to look innocent with those chocolate brown puppy eyes.

 “What’s wrong?? You really have to ask?” 

 Tony went to touch my arm but I pulled away.

 “Don’t touch me!” 

 I got the attention of a few people around us but I didn’t care.

 Ryan hadn’t said a word. Maybe he did have a conscious after all. 

 “Did something happen?” Tony asked. 

 “You know what,” I laughed maliciously. “I’m not gonna play this game with you. I didn’t even want to come here in the first place! So fuck this party and fuck the both of you. I’m out.” 

 My adrenaline was going so fast I didn’t even realize Tony had been calling my name as soon as I walked away.




 “What!?” I spun around.

 I almost broke down by the mixture of emotions on Tony’s face. I was actually starting to feel guilty. 

 “Will you stop walking and just talk to me? What the fuck happened in there?”

 “You were about to let Ryan kiss you until I showed up!”

 “No I wasn’t! We were just talking.”

 “Then why were you so close together? And why was he leaning into your face?”

 “We couldn’t hear each other over the music so he was talking in my ear. That’s it.”



I fucked up. 

“Por el bien folla, Clay. You really think I would do that to you?” 

“I don’t know…no. It’s just, you guys looked so cozy a-and it seemed like you were flirting with him so I thought-”

 “Clay,” Tony interrupted. “Ryan and I have been over for a long time. I’m with you. I only want you.”

“Ugh, I’m so stupid.”

 Tony sighed. “Come here.”

 He ran his hand up and down my back in a soothing gesture.

 “Can we get out of here?” I whispered.


The car ride back to my house was quiet but it didn’t feel strained. 

 Soon enough we were parked outside. It was quiet except for the minimal sounds of crickets chirping and a slight gust of wind coming through.

 “I’m sorry. That was totally irrational of me. I guess I was just…”


 I turned to give him a “you’re right” look but I couldn’t admit it out loud. I was embarrassed.

 “Since I ruined the party mode do you want to come in? I mean my parents are probably sleep but we can watch a movie in my room or something.”


 I went to open the door but Tony’s hand stopped me.

 “Clay, you know I love you, right?”

 I smiled as a slight blush crept onto my cheeks. 

 “I love you too.” 

 He leaned over and gave me the most soft yet passionate kiss we’ve ever shared.

 This boy will be the death of me.

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!


“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 grew up in a really religious family and I've only recently been questioning my sexuality and hesitantly identifying as bisexual. I'm having a hard time separating myself from feelings of guilt/shame/sinfulness when it comes to questioning myself, and that's why I'm hesitant to identify as bisexual, especially since I've never been in a relationship with anyone before, m or f. I guess I'm trying to ask how to feel more valid and secure in my identity? I'm sorry for a difficult question

It’s okay. I grew up in a very religious family as well, so I know how hard it can be. But it’s also no reason to feel like you can’t claim bisexuality if you want to, regardless of whether you have ever been in a relationship. 

If you are anything like me, you might have been surrounded by a lot of negative comments about LGBTQIAP+ people growing up, so much so that it was just a part of your environment. It’s easy for these messages to seep in and get lodged somewhere unconscious. One thing that can really help is trying to change the messaging. Try to find sources of positivity, like following positivity blogs, watching LGBTQIAP+ friendly shows or movies (for example, Carol is a classic), listening to music by LGBTQIAP+ artists (this ranges from classics like Queen to modern favorites like Tegan and Sara). Just finding out about celebrities, favorite artists, or historical figures who are bi can help, too. 

It might be painful to dive into learning more about the community you are a part of, but it’s also a healing process. If it’s too overwhelming, start with something small, like following a wlw wedding blog or something similar. Over time it does get easier and one day, you will realize that you haven’t felt that shame in a long time. Good luck, anon!

Why I Like Zootopia, In Case You Were Wondering

So I’m sure no one gives a shit but I wanted to flesh out the reason I really like Zootopia and put it as my number one pick for BEST DISNEY MOVIE in that video I made.

I see a lot of people disagreeing there, which is totally fine, you can like whatever movies you want, but what’s bothering me is the large number of comments saying that Zootopia isn’t a good exploration of race issues, which I think is just untrue. Of course, the MAIN reason I like the film is for the main characters and their fantastic dynamic. I’ll briefly address that before the race stuff because it’s more fun.

POINT 1 - The Main Reason I Actually Like Zootopia Has Nothing to Do With Racism.

Despite being populated with animals, the two leads in Zootopia are the most human characters Disney has ever produced. Trust me, I just watched every film they ever made. Why is that? Well, it’s because of the little things. Little moments that really shows how two adults might interact with each other. My favorite of these is in the Judy’s Apology scene. After Nick accepts her apology, about a dozen little things happen in quick succession. 

The moment where Nick jokingly holds up the pen and says “A-Are you just tryin’ to steal the pen? Is that what this is?” Then Judy half-heartedly makes a grab for it, as she really had no intention to steal it.

THAT right there. THAT is perfect.

Why is that perfect? Well I’ll tell you. Only one thing needed to happen in this moment, and that was a single cue to the audience that the two characters had made up and are going to catch the bad guy. Instead they threw in about a dozen little things that just add so much personality to the two characters. Judy’s little hiccup-laugh in the middle of her crying. Nick teasing her even as she goes in to hug him, with a jab overgeneralizing bunnies of all things (clearly a joke as Judy JUST apologized for overgeneralizing foxes). Instead of hugging him she lets her head comically fall on him, which shows a lot more than a simple hug would, and then they play that little game at the end.

Look at that! Look at that paragraph of personality they just injected into a single action! Character interaction shows so much and these two are just amazing at it. Every scene is like this.

Remember that one exchange in Hercules where Meg is talking to Hades about how Hercules might not be all that bad?

That’s a great moment, isn’t it? Really shows a lot of character, just in the way they banter. Now imagine that for an entire movie instead of just one line.

That. THAT right there is why I love Zootopia.

Anyways, let’s talk about racism!

POINT 2 - “But Animal Species Aren’t the SAME as Human Races!”

I’m seeing a lot of people quoting other reviews of the film that revisit a few major problems, the biggest one being that ”the allegory for racism doesn’t work because while humans are the same physiologically despite their racial differences, animals are not the same when they are different species.” I think this criticism is… a little silly. Of course it’s true that race is different from species, but no allegory is perfect and I think it’s well within our capabilities to use our suspension of disbelief and focus on what the message of the story is. The animals are all the same level of sentient, and they’re all functionally represented as basically human. I didn’t watch Disney’s Robin Hood and think “Hey wait a minute! If Little John is a bear, why isn’t he attacking Robin Hood!? This doesn’t make a lick of sense!” You might think that’s different, but no it isn’t.

The point of this movie isn’t just to say “Don’t be mean to people who are different than you!!!” It’s not a GI Joe PSA. The message is not to give into fear or popular misconceptions just because of what you’ve heard about a group of people, whether that’s from the media or a friend and family member. To not let fear control your prejudice.

Take a moment to think about the Night Howler Savagery as, say, terrorism in America and the stigma against Islamic people that has resulted because of it. Because a few members of a select group (Predators in the movie, Muslims in real life) have been linked to a frightening event, many citizens have become scared of all of them, even though really there isn’t any proven link between them. Can only predators go savage? No. Correlation is not causation. And in this point, I think the movie succeeds very well. While Bellwether is not an especially compelling villain on her own merit (though she is a believable one), she represents the greater theme of giving in to senseless fear and hearsay, and that’s really what the movie wants you to think about.

I’ve also seen people say “Of course Judy should be scared of a fox! He’s a fox!” That… that’s not how the rules work in this universe, though. They’re all presented at the same level. And if you think “but the Predators can get really dangerous if they go savage!” Well so do the Prey. Remember? That’s the whole point.

POINT 3 - “Preachiness and Subtly”

People also frequently point out how “overt” and “preachy” the movie’s themes are. This reminds me of when people said they hated Wall-E for being “preachy” about the environment. Yeah, it’s not a secret that that’s what the movie is about, but I don’t think that’s a problem. In fact, the main reason I think Zootopia is successful is because of the subtle things it does. Stay with me here.

I enjoyed the movie the first time I saw it, but I fell in love with it on a second viewing. This is because the first time I saw the film I went in thinking Judy would take on the role of the oppressed minority against a cruel society that looks down on her because of her race, which is mostly true, for the first act! In the second act it becomes clear that Judy is actually also pretty racist! Wow, imagine that two-way dichotomy! Now imagine a 400-way dichotomy! Oh hey, it’s just like real life! Judy just shows her prejudices in different ways, like the fox repellant she carries. This, of course, is not subtle. Nick points this out in the movie.

Now coming in knowing that Judy is also prejudiced makes the rewatch a bit more interesting. It makes adds a lot to certain scenes and exchanges. For example, after Judy meets Nick for the first time in the ice cream parlor and helps him get a jumbo pop for his son, she’s impressed with how nice he is for a fox! Foxes in her experience have been dicks, so the following exchange happens:

JUDY: Well, I just wanna say, you’re a great dad and just a… a real articulate fellow.

NICK: (With apparent sincerity) Ah, well, that is high praise. It’s rare that I find someone so non-patronizing.

I absolutely love this exchange and I’ll let Reddit user TehSneakySnake explain why.

By calling Nick “articulate”, Judy is suggesting, (or at least partially implying), that not all foxes are as well spoken, or well behaved, as Nick appears to be. (“…You’re not like them.”) Nick thanks Judy for the complement and claims that its rare for him to come across someone non-patronizing, which is basically a back-handed comment, masked with false sincerity, towards Judy. We later learn that Nick noticed the fox repellant she was carrying, (symbolizing her prejudice against foxes), and the fact that Judy defended and later complimented him on being a good dad leads Nick to conclude that Judy was simply taking pity on him for being a “good” fox, despite the fact that she immediately found him to be suspicious upon first sight. By calling her “non-patronizing” when she clearly WAS being patronizing, Nick is subtly calling Judy out on her prejudice towards foxes, which goes right over her head.

It’s a pretty hard joke to get, but its pretty hilarious once you understand.

Look at that! It’s a microaggression! Something not a lot of movies bring up in regards to race relation! And there’s a bunch of little moments like that. That kind of leads me to my next point:

POINT 4 - “This Won’t Make Racist People Un-Racist!”

Another thing I’ve heard is that “the movie is preaching to the choir because anyone who is racist already isn’t going to stop being racist because they saw this movie.” To that I say: well duh. Of course people aren’t going to be skipping out of the theater suddenly unbigoted. That’s… that’s not how THINGS work. That’s not the point. The point is to bring things to the conversation. To introduce children of a younger generation to little things like the above microaggression and show them moments like Gideon growing up, growing as a person, and apologizing for his behavior.

You don’t change a cultural zeitgeist in a day. You pepper it here and there, patiently, consistently, until slowly people begin to see the things you’re trying to show them everywhere around them. That’s how the world changes for the better.

AND briefly just to counteract myself, here are some things I don’t like about this movie:

  • In general, the supporting cast is pretty bland. Looking at you “fat cop that likes donuts” character.
  • I don’t think the villain is AMAZING, but I think she is fine for the message the movie is trying to get across.
  • Chief Bogo is ridiculously antagonistic just so the movie can have an antagonist in act one. I can buy him being racist, but attempting to fire Judy for insubordination one day after she was inducted by the mayor is literally so stupid it’s unbelievable.
  • Also he asks her for her badge before their 48 hours deal is even finished and that bothers me more than it should.
  • The buddy cop plot is a lot of fun, but it’s not breaking any new ground in Plot Convention Town.

Magnus Scheving (Creator of LazyTown and also the actor who portrays Sportacus) played the villain from the Jackie Chan movie “Spy Next Door” and here is his incredibly badass audition tape for the role in case you ever wanted to see a really hardcore evil Sportacus for whatever reason

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”


“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” 

Cute Couple Curly Moments

Requested by @that-blogging-kid

-Play with his hair and he will be goneeee

-When watching movies on the couch, he’s most likely the one laying on top of YOU.

-The most special gift a girl ever got him was a little trinket from Niagara Falls. He wants to go there so bad. Mostly because he thinks it’s badass that people have jumped over them(on second thought maybe it’s a good thing he never goes there…)

-The bed is bumping almost every night, but not for reasons you think/hope. This kid tosses and turns so effing much you usually have to kick him or just whack the shit out of him(LIGHTLY.)

-Ganging up on him with Angela to tease him, when you join in and especially when you bring up personal stuff his cheeks will get so red but he’ll also get so irritated.

-Staying up until the early hours of the morning with him doing random things like hanging at the park or going to a party or whatever else you two can find.

-For every holiday he always gets you small figurines of your favorite animal.

-Honestly he’s not the most surface level romantic but he’s all about the little things.

-Like always giving you a kiss before you leave each other.

-He is in love with your hands.

-He’ll constantly take them into his hands and rubs over the back of your hands and likes tracing all the little veins in your hands and wrists.

-One time, ONE TIME he let you braid his hair(or at least try to).

-He will always sit in the bathroom while you do your makeup because it blows him away at how you manage to do it so professionally, always telling you that you do a better job than his sister.

-You two go all out for Halloween and will go trick or treating together until you have kids to go trick or treating with.

-For once in his life Curly finally feels accepted by someone when he’s with you.

-You’re considerably more smarter than he is but it doesn’t bother him, unless you say something like Harvard-level and then he’ll reply with a smart remark of, “Was that even English?”

-You probably elope and then throw a party when you get home.

-The hardest thing in your relationship was trying to get Curly to stop doing reckless things solely for the gang or for his reputation.