if your guess is 'like four' you win!


Maybe you’re remembering it wrong. It was the Christmas during that big snowstorm, and the power went out. You went to the grocery store because all the food in the fridge went bad. And he took me into the garage.

anonymous asked:

What Hogwarts house are you in? I feel like everyone is dying to know or that everyone knows and I'm the last on the train XD

Just so you know, I specifically took the quiz again:”D and apparently…

“ So, you’re 29% Slytherin, 28% Gryffindor, 25% Ravenclaw, and 18% Hufflepuff! You seem to be an almost perfect combination of all four houses, which is incredibly rare – you’re equal in your intelligence, bravery, loyalty, and ambition. As we know, though, the Sorting Hat takes your preference into account…so it looks like you get to choose your own house. Congratulations! “

I guess Slytherin wins shortly after all. But generally, I tend to get Slytherin or Gryffindor in those kinds of quizes, ahah:D

Whisky and Wine

Moon Taeil x Reader

Denial, agony, defeat. To love a man who can never be yours is something you hate to live with, but it’s what they say: the heart wants what the heart wants. Too bad your pride weighs more than your heart itself.

Genre: smut (nsfw); angst; love triangle(ish?); fuckboy!taeil
Warnings: smut (19+); unprotected sex, oral (receiving); strong language; unedited
Word Count: 13.5k

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Title: “It’s Deck the Hall, not Deck the Peter,” (Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: Sam and Natasha put Y/N and Peter against each other in a hand to hand combat match, just minutes before guests will arrive for Tony Stark’s holiday party.

Word Count: 1532

A/N: Omg I had one ready and I was rereading it, and THEN I ended up not liking it so I scrapped it and rewrote. I LOVE THIS ONE I WROTE IT IN LIKE 45 MIN I JUST COULDN’T STOP! I hope you enjoy! NOTE: This has not been thoroughly edited so there may be some errors still.

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Which One...?

Fandom: Vikings

Pairing/Characters: Reader x One of the Ragnarssons XD and Uncle!ish Floki

Warnings: None?

Summary: For the anon who asked:

Eyyy sup. Love both the marvel and PotC stuff. I’m wondering if you could write a platonic/uncle-ish floki X reader where they’re like discussing the merits of marrying each Ragnarsson (reader is liked by em all)? Cheers mate!

Enjoy! Or don’t, it’s up to you…

“What are you doing, y/n?” Floki smirked sitting beside you. You were huddled in the corner trying to stay out of sight.

“What does it look like I’m doing Floki? I’m avoiding those irritating little shits.” You scoffed pointing to where the four Ragnarssons sat drinking ale.

“Why now?” Floki giggled, leaning back against the wall.

“They just don’t give up.” You sighed swigging from your own horn of ale.

“They are all competing for your affections?” Floki guessed, glancing over at the boys.

“It would appear so…” You gave Floki a wry smile. Each Ragnarsson had offered you gifts and the like to try and win you over. You tried to turn them down, but none of them got the idea. You couldn’t deny that you were flattered by their attentions.

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Satisfied (Ernesto x Imelda x Héctor)

So I joked with my sister about having a Dear Theodosia version on mariachi, then a Satisfied version on mariachi. If I were paid for every time I do  this things when I get obsessed with stuff, I would be living on Chapultepec Avenue, con Guadalajara.
I like a headcanon that Ernesto had a crush on Imelda (or a real love, but he stepped down because it would be easier for him to find a wife than it was for Hector, like Angelica on the musical, but also to be available to get married with some celebrity and to ascend via marriage.)


I guess that Imelda and Hector may had got married between 1913-1915, so Coco was like four or six year when Hector leaved. So it was on the years of the Mexican Revolution, that’s why I leaved that verse.

  A toast to the groom!                                      
To the bride!                                                             
From your friend,
Who is always
by your side.                                          
To your union, 
(To the Union and the Revolution!)                                  
and the hope that you provide.
May you always…
be satisfied.
                                                   Rewind–                      Rewind–
I remember that night, I just might regret that night for the rest of my days.
I remember those lot’s of girls tripping over themselves to win my praise.
I remember that dreamlike candlelight like a dream that you can’t quite place,
but sweet Imelda, I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face.
I have never been the same, Intelligent eyes in a hunger-pang frame,
And when you said “Hi,” I forgot my dang name, set my heart aflame, ev’ry part aflame,
This is not a game…

You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied.
I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. You forget yourself.
You’re like me. I’m never satisfied.
Is that right?
I have never been satisfied.
My name is Imelda
Alexander Hamilton.
Where’s your fam’ly from?
Unimportant. There’s a million things I haven’t done but just you wait, just you wait…

So so so— so this is what it feels like to match wits with someone at your level!
What the hell is the catch? It’s the feeling of freedom, of seein’ the light,
it’s Ben Franklin with a key and a kite! You see it, right? The conversation lasted two minutes,
maybe three minutes, ev’rything we said in total agreement, it’s a dream and it’s a bit of a dance,
a bit of a posture, it’s a bit of a stance.
She’s a bit stubborn, but I’m ‘a give it a chance.
I looked at her family, did you see their answer? Dad’s hands started fidgeting, he looked askance?
I’m penniless, also flying by the seat of his pants.
Beautiful, boy, does she know it! She has her caracter but it’s no less adorable!
I wanna take her far away from this place, then I turn and see my mano’s face and he is…

And I know he is…
And his eyes are just…
And I realize
Three fundamental truths at the exact same time…

Where are you taking me?
I’m about to change your life.
Then by all means, lead the way.

Number one!
I was born a star and I’ll do wathever for my ascendency
My father had just one son so I’m the one who has to social climb for we all
I’m the handsomest, the wittiest and the gossip in Santa Cecilia is insidious
Imelda is hard to convince, ha! That doesn’t mean I want her any less

Hector Rivera. It’s a pleasure to meet you.
My best firend

Number two!
I want the fame as lots need air to breathe every day
I want the status and to everyone know my name
Maybe that’s why I introduced her to Hector, she will be his bride
Nice going, De la Cruz, I was right. You will never be satisfied.

Thank you for defending me from the banditos the other day
If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it.
I’ll leave you to it.

Number three!
I know my best friend like I know my own mind, you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind.
If I tell him that I love him he’d be silently resigned,
She’d be mine.
He would say, “I’m fine”
He’d be lying.

But when I fantasize at night it’s Imelda’s eyes,
as I romanticize what might have been if I hadn’t sized her up so quickly.
At least my friend Hector will make her his wife; at least I keep her eyes in my life…

To the groom! 
To the bride!
From your best friend
who is always by your side.
To your union,
To the union! To the union! To the revolution!
To the revolution!
and the hope that you provide.
May you always
Be satisfied,
 And I know
She’ll be happy as his bride. 

And I know 
He will always be satisfied.
But I will never be satisfied.

It’s funny how ironic a lot of the lyrics become with them (as if the song isn’t ironic per se).
So, this OT3 is “3 leches went wrong”

On the Outside, Looking In - fireflysummers_ao3 - モブサイコ100 | Mob Psycho 100 [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Mob Psycho 100 Fanfiction
On the Outside, Looking In

For all that he’s grown up, they two will always be Master and Student. But part of getting older is that the problems become more complicated, and the answers require fewer platitudes and more honesty.

Mob suffers heartbreak, and goes to his master for advice.
Reigen does his best to be honest, despite himself.

Part of The World Keeps Turning Series

There’s something wrong with Mob.

To the uncultured eye, nothing seems too different. Despite his growth spurts, Mob’s never quite grown out of that sense of Not Quite Right—and why should he? He’s Mob, after all. That was part of his charm.

But, Reigen muses, there is definitely something bothering his pupil.

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FFXV merch

Hey tumblr FFXV fans :) as a relative newbie to the fandom (despite following the game’s progress in the early Versus days…) I feel like I’ve “missed out” on a lot of early stuff, particularly regarding merch.

BUT…It’s never too late to start XD

Although SE/the FF franchise doesn’t produce heaps of official stuff like some shows/games, I know the SE café goods have been popular, and of-course there’s a lot of gorgeous fanmade pieces out there…

Basically, I’m super curious as to what kind of merch other people look for/buy??!! Are keyrings/charms/pins your thing? Posters/decorative pieces? Figures? Cups/mugs/tumblers? Cosplay stuff? (I guess that’s not really considered merch, but still shows dedication to FFXV!) All of the above?? XD

Ahh and this isn’t a “how much have you spent?” question (though o m g looking at myself, I’m gonna have to stop spending for a looooong time ha ha!!)

Personally, I’ve started small. A lot of it hasn’t arrived yet either!!! I like having a mix of official and fanmade stuff. I will soon have something for the four main boys and Luna, but currently Prom is winning for featuring the most in my merch!

Official merch: SE café Universe postcards, Brotherhood coasters, pixel pins and blind bag charms (excited to see what I get!)

Fanmade merch: keyrings, pins and a mug.

Honestly, I’m in FFXV hell right now!!! I haven’t thought about buying merch for anything in a long time. I’ve always liked collecting keyrings/straps but rarely do I feel that “I must have it”…until now XD

I’m tagging: @dizzymoogle @ever-at-your-side-15 @chikelo @whimsofffate @mayhapitwasme @lizibabbles @rosezlvr @thatgirlkennedie @triggerhappychocobo @princeofchocobos @hyliancutiepie @standbyprompto and anyone else who wants to join in!

Thanks for reading! Please don’t feel you have to share though! :)


Like, at the dot really ! Soooo ! After some though, I’ve decided on what I’m going to do. As you guys know, I like making icon PSD’s && whatnot like here so GUESS WHAT I’M DOING ?? AN ICON PSD GIVE AWAY !

There will be FOUR winners from the notes who will each get a personal PSD for themselves to use. && if you don’t have photoshop to use it, I can give you edited icons once you are okay with the PSD itself ! You must be following me in order to enter && a like && reblog means one entry each so double your chances of winning !

The deadline is the 19 of September so good luck !

Auston Matthews #5

Requested by Anon: I love your imagine, can you please write a cute Austin Matthews imagine after he scored 4 goals. [Thank you!!!:*]

Word count: 858

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You impatiently tapped your foot on the pavement, waiting for your boyfriend to finally appear. Opening your Twitter app, you went ahead and stalked the Auston Matthews tag. Eleven hours after the game and he was still trending. Hell if you didn’t feel at least a little bit of pride every time you remember that you’re dating not just the number one overall draft pick of the 2016-2017 NHL season but also the first rookie since 1917 to actually score four freaking goals on his opening game. Four. Some players even struggle to do a hat trick, three seasons in.

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Unexpected // Calum Hood (part 2)

word count : 1.4k

pairing : y/n and calum

requested : yes!!

note : so sorry for the delay, guys! but i was really falling out of love with 5sos. now i’m just in it for the music and the fanfics lol. haven’t edited this so hope you enjoy it!!

p.s. the slfl here is in indonesia so it’s on march if you’re confused with the months and whatnot

(part 1)

You pushed your body to the seemingly endless crowd, trying to find a good spot that was close enough for you to see the band, but also far enough that neither Calum nor the rest of the band could see you. You were crossing your fingers, hoping no one would notice you because you’d just put your plain black sweater on so no one could recognize you as the girl who Calum was searching for. You had no intentions on revealing who you are and you’d really appreciate the heavens if your plan worked out smoothly.

You sighed as you slid next to a girl with official merchandises all over her body. You didn’t want any of this to happen. You were supposed to ask him to sing with you and he wasn’t supposed to notice you. You believed a lot of fans had asked them to sing with them, so you didn’t understand how your encounter could be any different.

You let your gaze dance around the room, studying all the people in it. Just as your eyes fell on the drum, the lighting dimmed and shrieks of excitement filled your ears. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing that you had waited all your life to see them perform and here you were, somehow winning a chance to this place. Your breath hitched as the band members walked in. You were so going to cry.

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demiky-deactivated20170531  asked:


and the entire time he makes every. single. glasses-related joke courfeyrac has ever made about him throughout the course of their lives.

‘how many fingers am i holding up’
'you’re hilarious, combeferre, what about these frames?’

[puts on new prescription glasses] 'gOSH YOU’RE BLIND’
'you’re really enjoying this aren’t you’

'have you considered contacts? you look really hot without glasses’
'i asked one time, and that doesn’t even count because you called me hot so I win haha’

'can i call you four eyes or do you prefer poindexter-’

Not On The List + A Daddy!Killian One Shot

in-spirational said: I have been loving all your daddy!Killian oneshots <3333 Your writing makes me smile :) Do you think you could write a daddy!killian oneshot where Killian returns home with their little girl from the supermarket, and when Emma checks what they bought she realises their daughter had her father wound very tightly around her little finger as there were several items not from their shopping list ;) (i hope you get where i’m getting at with this prompt) i love you mwah xxox 

Sorry this took me so long, friend! Happy belated birthday, @in-spirational :] xoxoxo! Thank you for always encouraging my daddy Killian shenanigans!

“Killian, what’s this?”

Emma’s new schedule at the sheriff’s station had caused something of a responsibility shift in their house barely a week ago, a situation Killian was handling remarkably well. He’d taken on many of the tasks that Emma wouldn’t have given up to just anyone - menial as something like running the washing machine was. He’d caught on insanely fast and it didn’t take long for them both to mold right into a new routine. She knew she shouldn’t be surprised - he was never one to let her down. 

Well, at least not until this particular moment. The reusable shopping bags he insisted on using that were lined up on the kitchen counter sure weren’t building a case for his reliability at the moment.

“What’s what?”

Killian, who was in the process of sorting out produce on the kitchen table, spun around to give her a curious look. His expression shifted into a guilty one the moment he saw what she was inquiring about.

“Oh - that,” he said nervously, an anxious smile on his lips. “I can explain that.”

The assortment of food Emma was currently lining up across the countertop facing her husband was comprised of very little nutritional value, but it did suggest something that was all but certain. Killian had been escorted to the grocery store by their very convincing four year old daughter.

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Sore Loser (Michael Clifford)

     “Haha in your face loser!” Michael once again shout as he reaches the finish line before you. This is how most nights go. You each take turns picking out what games you want to play and Michael ends up winning and rubbing it in your face. And by “ends up winning” you mean you let him win. You’ve seen how he gets when he loses, he is the sorest of losers. One time Luke beat him at a race while playing GTA5 and for the next week poor Luke had to endure constant name calling, being tripped. Or the time Ashton beat him and temporarily had green hair. The outcome was never pretty, so you decided to hide the fact that you could beat him any and everyday.

     “I would ask you if you want to play another round but you’re probably tired of losing at Mario Kart so why don’t you pick another game for me to win.” Usually his taunting and cocky attitude wouldn’t get to you but tonight he was being particularly annoying. “Don’t even think about Need for Speed Rivals we both know how that one ends.” And before you could stop yourself you were blurting out your long harbored secret.

     “Yeah, it ends in me letting you win just like every other game.” You both sat there kind of shocked at your confession but his shock turned into laughter. Of course he didn’t believe you. “That’s a good one babe. You almost got me.” he gasped out between fits of laughter.

     “Fine if you don’t believe me, I guess I’ll have to prove it.

     And that’s how you ended up playing ten more rounds of Mario Kart and about four other games that you absolutely crushed him in. After the final one he sat there with his mouth wide, staring at the big “Loser” written on his half of the screen. He looked to your grinning face before finally losing control. “This is absolute bullshit!” He shouted, slamming the controller to the ground and storming off. It was only now that you realized what you had done. He’s never lost this bad and who knows what revenge he’s planning.

     That night he locked you out of the room, forcing you to sleep in the spare bedroom. And now, a week later, he was still ignoring your existence. The first few days you laughed it off, figuring he couldn’t go any longer without you, but he proved you to be extremely wrong.

      It was almost like he was on tour. He left the house before you got up and he came back after you were asleep. Accept at least when he was on tour you got texts and calls. Now you were just dating a ghost and you needed to do something about it. You hated being ignored it almost felt as if he didn’t want you anymore. You knew that wasn’t the case but you just couldn’t help it.

     You stayed up all night waiting for him. You were curled up in one of his sweaters while sitting on the bed, trying not to fall asleep. At three in the morning you heard the front door closing, waking you up from your short nap. When he saw you laying in bed he turned around not giving you a chance to speak.

     You found him in the kitchen looking for a snack. “I made your favorite cookies earlier if you want some.” But he just kept rummaging through the fridge. That was it, your last nerve had been snapped.

     “ENOUGH!” You shouted, finally finding your voice, and making Michael actually look at you. “I am sick and tired of this. You are not king of the video games. You’re not always going to win. So please just get off of the pedestal you have put yourself on and stop ignoring your fucking girlfriend and being an asshole.” You didn’t realize how close you’d gotten to him, but now you were in his face and about two seconds away from slapping the smirk off of it.

     “Did you really have to do this while just wearing my sweater. You know you look hot like that and you know you look even hotter when your mad.” His response only angered you more but he continued before you could yell even more. “I was wondering how long it would take you to tell me off, didn’t expect it to be a whole week but maybe next time you won’t lie to me like that.”

     “Are you serious. This was all because I lied and let you win? Are you even mad that you lost?” He nodded his head and pulled you into him. “I’m sorry babe and no I’m not mad, well not anymore, it’s actually kind of good that I have real competition now. So am I forgiven now?”

     “Yes, this time, but do it again and you’re not going to be very happy.” You warned.

     “So, is this the part where we get to have great makeup sex?”

     “No this is the part where I get to kick your ass some more.” You smirked.

     “I love it when you talk dirty.” He replied as you both raced to the man cave where you eventually fell asleep a few hours later, after letting Michael win at least once.

I didn’t proof read so ignore all the mistakes and keep requesting…stuff and thaaaangs