ignore the shitty edits i just had to post this soon

Sidney Crosby #2

shalanos said: Could I request a Sidney Crosby imagine where he, and y/n, who works for the team, supposedly “hate” each other, and don’t get along, but they both actually really like each other, and they don’t confess that until they get into a huge argument, and they end up kissing? Thanks, love 💕

A/N: apologizing for the wait on requests has been my thing as of late, but hey i got to like all of them!!! so sorry but thanks for another request! i’ve been loving them :) hope you liked it!

Word Count: 2,078

Originally posted by faulker

“Do you ever get day off?” Geno asked you as you were going through your purse to find your lipstick that was unfortunately wearing off between each video being recorded. You chuckled at the large Russian, who’s broken English always managed to put a smile on your face, but you were quick to shake your head in response. 

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Imagine: Thanksgiving at the bunker

Originally posted by itssamforyou

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,700

Warnings: Language and so much fluff

A/N: sorry this is up so late, guys! I wanted it out earlier for the holiday, but festivities with my family got in the way and I’m currently using shitty hotel wifi to post this. I’ll add a GIF tomorrow and do some editing because I still think this needs some work, but wanted to get it posted and go to sleep…


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You Can Blame My Soulmate // Josh Dun

Gif credit: x

Summary: Your soulmate, whoever they are, are really fucking with your life right now. Dying their hair, and getting a tattoo over the course of twenty four hours on one of the most important days of your life career wise. 
Word Count: About 3300
Warning(s): Foul language, small mention of blood. Kinda shitty editing, idk I rushed through it.
Author’s Note: I’m probably going to do a buuuunch of these little soulmate au things because I think they’re cute and I want them to be real. I know there are quite a bit of mistakes (Josh’s hair already being dyed before the date of your job interview, and that the time zones between the two are kind of fucked) but I kind of overlooked them as I began writing and I really like this idea so if you ignore them with me it’s like they don’t even exist right? So, let’s do that. Also, for those waiting on part two of Markingsit will most likely be coming out next week (don’t quote me on that). My goal now is to post every Thursday, but I have school coming up soon so, we’ll see how that goes. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
AUs (given by this gorgeous human here): If you dye your hair, your soulmate’s hair color changes as well and you swear the moment you see your soulmate you will choke them because you just woke up with your hair colored… and it’s your first job interview at a prestigious company what the fuck. Oh, and your best friend just took a picture to post online and wait—what, how many likes is that? AND A tattoo isn’t set from the moment you’re born and whatever tattoos your soulmate gets, you get it too and it’s all cool because you kind of like the designs, except you also feel the pain of getting a tattoo and that sucks…

The AU list for anyone who is interested: x

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Rose Reviews… THE X-FILES - S1.E4: Conduit

<< 1.3 Squeeze  —————————————- 1.5 The Jersey Devil >>

In the dead times post Chicago high it’s been nice to wrap myself once again in the slippery arms of my beloved show. Conduit is one of those S1 episodes I always forget about… let’s see how it scores with, as always, a melange of gifs, cursewords and thoughts arranged into some semblance of a recap under the cut…

Where she leads… he will follow

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That’s Christmas to Me

Merry Christmas everyone!

Okay, I’ve never done this before, but I found a Christmas Carol challenge posted by @buckysbackpackbuckle and I couldn’t pass it up.  

I’d like to thank both @10strawberryjam and @musichowler for their amazing encouragement, reading, editing, suggestions, and overall moral support while writing this beast.  You two are amazing.

Here is a link to That’s Christmas to Me, and here is Hallelujah (not technically a Christmas song but Pentatonix has it on their Christmas album so I decided to run with it).

Plot: Modern day/War AU - BuckyxReader

Bucky is an embittered wounded soldier recovering from a horrific loss during combat when an intern at the hospital walks into his life.  How long will he be able to hold her at arm’s length before she starts breaking down his walls without even trying?

Warnings: Swearing, brief depiction of war/injuries sustained in war/death, mention of guns, mentions of pain/IV medications, mentions of PTSD, briefly implied sex, enough fluff towards the end to rot your teeth out

There’s also a special guest featured that I sort of borrowed from DC.

Word count: A lot.  Geez, this was only supposed to be around 2.5k, but since I didn’t want it to be a multi-chapter piece it ends at 10.8K

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Heartless AU

first of all, lemme apologize for the shitty edit. i don’t do edits.

so this was inspired by this post that I saw describing the boys’ heartless music video & it kind of led to this :)

also, anything that is written here, I don’t believe any of the boys would do. this is just my rendition of the heartless video.

GIF/Pic creds go to: 






** contains swearing & kind of scary scenes **

Heartless AU

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anonymous asked:

That post has 2 notes but the indirect post in response saying, literally, "Oh, so you think you're better than us?" has I think 200 already. The fear of self-reflection is real -- although after the events of the past month I guess I understand the dogged instance on not opening that pandora's box.

I don’t… I don’t understand this fandom. I don’t know how to talk about these things, really. I don’t know what the root issue is. Like with belief in Larrie, I know it’s from a foundation of lies and bias and a system of misplaced trust. But this determination to despise Briana? The failure to see how awful they are about Danielle? I don’t know how to answer it. What do you say?

Because for me, it seems increasingly obvious that there are people in this fandom who are more interested in an excuse to be hateful towards the women in Louis and Harry’s life than anything else. And I can only hope that these people are a smaller group than they appear and try to show the people who have just gotten swept away by the normalization of this hatred and abuse that this behavior is actually not acceptable. Because the way Briana is discussed, and Danielle as well, is horrifying. And yet it’s the behavior that people defend the most.

Briana does not get criticism. She gets hatred. People don’t just express their dislike of her or their frustration with her (pretty innocuous) behavior. People say she should go to hell, they call her a dumbass, a gold digger, a whore, they say they can’t wait for her downfall, they call her a cretin, they use insulting nicknames instead of her real name – it’s SO EXTREME. And it’s not just about the fact that CLEARLY this type of extreme language, the type of over the top loathing that we see on tumblr, these things are obviously going to empower twitter larries to send her hatred. COME ON. But it’s also just that this is not a good, positive way for fandom to be… behaving at all? Especially towards young women. It’s just BAD. I don’t even know how to describe it because… I just… I shouldn’t have to explain why it’s wrong to violently hate a young woman for every single thing she does.

This is not a valid reaction to being angry or upset, this is not an acceptable way to talk about a public figure that you don’t like (and know almost nothing about):

Or this post? With 200 notes? All this bullshit about her liking to party? Saying her entire family chases after celebrity men for fame?? And this is JUST BRIANA. They do all this shit to Danielle too, insisting she’s pathetic, that Louis hates her, mocking her career and her clothing – what does that contribute? How can you say she deserves it. And it’s constant!! I can’t even properly illustrate the problem because it’s EVERY POST, every reaction, every adjective.

People bring up these flimsy justifications – these supposed faults that are supposed to make the way she’s treated acceptable. But how does calling her stupid or making fun of her appearance relate to promoting the same fucking weight loss tea as hundreds of other women with Instagram followers?? Even if Larries were right about every one of these supposed faults, it doesn’t justify the way she’s discussed, and obviously the hatred she gets has nothing to do with this – hell, Larries were hating Briana before she did ANYTHING. I don’t want to let shitty politics or ignorant racist comments slide! But even if that had been Briana herself and not her family, it’s a reason to call out and challenge the racism. It’s not a reason to mock someone for eating at a Pizza Express!! How is it not obvious that people are just waging a hatred campaign against Briana for no reason??

There is NO justification. Believing in Larrie should not require this type of horrible behavior. Look at these posts from someone who believes Briana participated in faking a baby: xx, xx, xx, xx. Nothing in those posts is invalid, but the vast majority of Larrie fandom has turned hating Briana into something so normal and acceptable that challenging it leads to being attacked. The same thing happened when Larries tried to get people to back off Danielle. NO ONE HAS EVER FAKED A BABY so it’s not like there’s a fucking pattern of behavior. No one has ever said their beard was anything other than a friend helping them out or an acquaintance who may not have even known they were gay. All of this is Larrie invention, and yet they cling to it.

“Acknowledging a person’s gross and inappropriate behaviour and holding them accountable for it is not the same as bullying them” says adkos. Well, here’s some quotes from her about Briana: “it’s just an added bonus for her that she’s still able to inject her face with god knows what because of how long this has continued to drag on for.” “she can’t even fake promo a product properly what a loser.” “how soon until we’re proven right about briana being a fame thirsty gold digger.” “she is a fame thirsty cretin who is desperate for attention.” And, when talking about antis, “their laziness and general incompetence is astounding. no wonder they idolize briana.”

This is everywhere. People either participate in it, or stay quiet about it. They deny that it could have an impact even as Briana has spoken out about the hatred she’s received. The few people who do speak out are ignored and “subtweeted” in mocking, defensive posts that get far more notes. This fandom is absolutely determined to be allowed to speak about the women in Louis and Harry’s lives in whatever hateful, misogynist way they feel like, and it is absolutely incredibly disturbing. 

This is a huge part of Larrie right now, and that should never be forgotten. I want to believe that there are Larries who aren’t like this – that there are Larries who are just so invested in Harry and Louis’s relationship and so unaware of other perspectives, so deceived as to the impact of their actions, that they don’t realize how inappropriate it is for them to continue to comment on Freddie’s existence in the way they do. But you don’t have to realize that Larries might be wrong about babygate to recognize that the way Briana and Danielle are treated is unacceptable. Larries do speak up about it, or realize it’s bad enough that they don’t want to participate. But the fandom at large seems incredibly invested in being able to do this. And I think that’s what I find the most sad and disheartening thing about where this fandom is right now.

ETA: I’m going to just edit more examples in - no one needs this huge long post reblogged and added to but for future reference since they’re so easy to find and part of my point is the relentlessness.

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anonymous asked:

Do you mind sharing your coming out story?

no not @ all, I was secretly talking to connor for a little bit & it just wasn’t gonna continue like that bc thats shitty so I was like ok at this point im not give up the first guy that i’ve talked to and actually really like just bc im scared what people will think like fuck it, so I was in my room and I think I texted my best friend from home and a bunch of my friends I was in australia with (I was studying abroad so I had been friends with these new people for like 2 months) and they were all so great about it and they were just so happy for me & then I told my siblings/mom/some other friends/finally my dad (went so much better than I thought he said he was shocked but that he just wanted me to be happy) and then i was like ok now that I’ve told those people this literally shouldnt be a big deal @ all so I went on instagram and posted this 

and yeah then everyone knew and i just got like a shitload of texts from people saying they were happy for me (even from people I wouldnt expect) so yeah my coming out was all fairly positive, honestly the only shit I’ve gotten about being out came from strangers which i think is just ridiculous so yeah, 10/10 would recommend.  It also made me really happy bc alot of people told me that my coming out encouraged them to also which made me beyond happy and although it does seem like a huge huge deal before you come out, if you think you can I think you really should because you’ll be so much happier and other people struggling with their sexuality will see you embracing it and it will help them to love themselves.

**lil disclaimer: I came out as bi in that post because at that point I had been with girls before but obviously was also attracted to guys, at this point I am muuuch much closer to just gay on the spectrum (but dont go using that in some “oh bi people are just unsure theyll pick soon” argument cause comments like that are annoying/rude/ignorant as hell)

and yeah that is the very short version of me coming out ♥

*edit* oh and you can always message me for advice or anything (i’ll be more likely to answer specific stuff if you’re not anon though)

Keeping Up with the Hausdashians

So, I hit 1k followers and got partially inspired by @bi-as-heck‘s #drama post earlier. So here is 1k of some cracky not-that-angsty stuff.

[The television screen is blacked out before a puck is thrown from off-screen, “cracking” the center of the screen. The words “Haus Sweet Haus” scrawl over the top, followed by a montage of Samwell Hockey Players in various “high fashion” poses. The final image is of Bitty, Ransom, Lardo, Holster, and a few of the Frogs in the back. The theme song, a fast-paced anthem, halts to a stop as the final title card darkens the images of the hockey players and the words “Keeping up with the Haus” come up before fading away.]

“Today we’re going to see Jack play against the Aces!” Chowder crows into the camera, his Falconers jersey standing out against the muted gray backdrop behind him. “Parson is so cool for coming to our Kegsters and stuff, but Jack is just, well, Jack! It’s gonna be ‘swawesome!”

The camera zoomed in on Bitty, the blond haired player smiling at his phone as he happily texted to who the other players assumed was his significant other. Lardo was in the passenger seat, yelling out directions to Shitty, who’d come to pick up a few of his old teammates to take the game. Ransom and Holster were in the back, fighting over who would get to wear the only foam finger they’d brought along while Chowder stared out the car window in wonder.­

“Left Shitty! LEFT!”



“Mom, Dad, please stop fighting,” Ransom sighed from the back of the car, gently tugging the foam finger from Holster’s grasps.

“Shut the fuck up I will turn this car around,” Shitty scolded.

The scene showed how comfortable they were with each other, despite the yelling. That is, until Bitty got a tweet.

“@omgcheckplease Jack Zimmerman and Kent Parson caught kissing outside rink. Did you know?”

“…I have no words,” Bitty whispers to the camera, the Zimmerman jersey he had been sporting earlier today no longer on. “How could he do that? Just go out and kiss Parson like it was nothing.” Bitty checks his phone. “Oh great, he’s calling again.” Shaking fingers hover over the accept call, but Bitty shakes his head and ignores it. “I don’t want to deal with this right now.”

The Samwell Hockey team sat outside the hockey rink, scrolling through every social media account they had to catch up on the news before they went in.

“I had no idea,” Shitty muttered, “Jack never told me.”

“There’s apparently a lot he never told us,” Bitty said bitterly, shutting off his Twitter app and staring angrily at the screen.

“I feel like, maybe Bitty felt like he was closest to Jack?” Shitty admits to the camera, “hell, he Skypes Jack more than I do, so maybe he is?” There’s silence for a few moments. “Jack never liked to talk about Parson, maybe this is why.”

Jack is inside his locker room, the rest of his team is giving him space. Some the newer teammates give him the eye, thinking he’s going to help the Aces win now. Jack types in a number, blurred from editing, and presses the speaker to his ear again.

“Hey! It’s Eric! I can’t take your call right now, but just leave me your name and number and I’ll get back to you when I can! See ya!”

“Hey, Bitty, please call me back. I need to talk to you.”

Jack lowers the phone and buries his head in his hands.

“Zimmboni is sad,” Tater says to the cameras reluctantly. “I think he is trying to call significant other. He says he did not kiss Ace player. I believe him.” The Russian looks threateningly at the cameras, “you will tell everyone Zimmboni not kiss Ace player. Zimmboni love his other very much.”

Bitty stared at his phone, watching the missed calls add up as Jack continued to try and call him.

“Hey Bits, you coming?” Chowder asked timidly, waiting on Bitty while the rest of the team went to take their seats before the game started.

“Yeah, don’t worry about me,” Bitty said. “I’ll be there in a moment.”

Chowder hesitated and nodded, patting Bitty on the back shortly before running to catch up with his friends.

“I will end him,” Bitty says simply to the camera.

“C’mon Zims, ya gonna talk to me? Am I that bad of a kisser?” Kent taunted from outside the locker room. Jack was the only one left inside, still trying to call Bitty, shoulders shaking with each dial.

“Fuck off Parson,” a small voice said from down the hallway and Kent looked up to see the tiny blond kid from Samwell.

“Dude, this doesn’t concern you. Chill,” Kent laughed, turning back to the door to taunt Jack. He was not expecting the punch to his face.

“Bless you heart,” Bitty said with false sweetness, rubbing his knuckles, “words just don’t register in your pretty little head do they? I’m going to say it again, get your trashy bleach blond ass out of the way before I cut you.”

Kent paused, evaluating his situation. He was on the ground before this pipsqueak had knocked him out. This pipsqueak wanted him to walk away. It looked like the pipsqueak was going to punch him again.

Bitty nodded with satisfaction as Kent sprinted away down the hallway. The blond knocked on the door.

“It’s me.”

Jack shot up from his seat, running to the door and throwing it open.

“Bittle, I didn’t-“

“Sit down, Jack.”

“Parson came up to me and kissed me. I didn’t- it took me by surprise. I pushed him away as soon as I knew what was going on.” Jack fiddled with his jersey, avoiding facing the camera. “I would never…”

Bitty tucked his head underneath Jack’s, the smaller male sitting on Jack’s lap, the two cuddling against each other after Jack told him everything.

“I’m sorry I thought you cheated on me with Parson,” Bitty whispered, “I shouldn’t have even let that thought enter my mind. You would never cheat on me.”

“It’s…okay,” Jack said, “I should never have put myself in that situation.”

Bitty shook his head, “it’s not your fault. Parson is an asshole.”

Jack snorted and nodded.


Bitty and Jack jolted, but didn’t release each other from their embrace, blinking as Tater barged into the locker room and spotted them.

“Um… I should go,” Bitty announced, stepping away from Jack as Tater stared.

“This is one you call a lot?” Tater asked, pointing at Bitty. Jack looked at Bitty for a moment.

“Yes. This…is my boyfriend. Bitty.”

Tater walked over to Bitty and clasped his hands on the younger man’s shoulders.

“You make Zimmboni very happy. Does he make you happy?”

“Um, yes. He does,” Bitty said, wincing at the force of Tater’s patting.

“It all good now,” Tater asked, “I can tell camera people to leave?”

The camera zooms out as the three men turn towards the camera crew.

“Nah,” Jack said, standing up, “I’m going to set everything straight. Is…that alright Bitty?”

Bitty bright smile was all the answer he needed.

“I’m dating Eric Bittle,” Jack tells the camera. “I’m very happy as is. I never kissed Kent Parson, but I have kissed Eric Bittle. Many times. In many positions.”

“Oh my gosh, Jack!” Bitty’s voice cries from off-camera. The image that fades into the credits is one of Jack Zimmerman smirking at the camera as Bitty comes barreling towards him.


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Part Four: Taste

AU SFW ± 2300

I’d risen this morning
determined to break
the spell of my longing
and not to think.”

– PJ Harvey


Running makes her feel free.

It’s a control thing, to some degree. Grace likes the brief illusion of being in command of her body parts which usually seem disconnected from her brain. And it’s nice to make her own choices as she goes; tiny dumb ones that are of no real consequence.

For Grace, the best part about jogging is the built-in dumbness of it all. Unlike quantum physics or, say, human interaction, it has almost no potential of going terribly wrong.

This morning she feels like jogging in the High Line, which doesn’t make a lot of sense. If she was more reasonable, she’d choose the comfortable paths along the Hudson River or the Central Park. But the thing is – she doesn’t have to.

So she settles for the narrowing paths of the High Lane, where she gets soon after the opening hour, before the park gets too crowded. Which means Grace is barely awake when she starts her run, looking out for the little curb things that pop up on her way every now and then, making the whole experience feel more like an obstacle course.

In return for these inconveniences, she gets to see New York wake up at her feet, the first rays of sun hitting the metal and glass of the city as she runs thirty feet above its streets.

Or, on days like this, the first drops of rain.

Today Grace doesn’t stop to admire the view. She stays focused on the path beneath her sneakers, moving faster and faster until her lungs feel like they’re on fire, and a dull ache settles in her right shoulder like every time she pushes herself too hard.

But she doesn’t slow down. This is what she needs to deal with the thoughts littering her mind. When they surprise her at random times of day and night, her heart behaves like a pet animal that’s not fully domesticated and forgets where it is for one scary second.

So she has to let them all out, at once. While getting sweaty and exhausted, because chemistry.

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The Eurovision Non Weeb

I have been watching the Eurovision since its 2012 edition and like every other Eurovision fan, I wish to watch the contest in the venue one day and to meet my favorite Eurovision entrants. I’m a fan of the contest from the United States so just imagine the frustration of not being able to do things (like voting for your favorite entry) because you don’t live in the countries that join the Eurovision but I don’t mind. 

Anyway, I made friends with someone who wants to try watching the Eurovision. We met in our AP European History class last year. I’d like to refer to her as Emma (not her real name). So anyway, Emma had heard of the Eurovision thanks to the viral posts about it that were screenshotted from Tumblr and posted to Facebook and one day, she caught me reblogging Eurovision posts while waiting for our class to start. That was where she told me she wanted to watch the 2015 contest. We met in the months leading to the Junior Eurovision last year and I tried to get her to watch Junior Eurovision. Fortunately, I was successful with that. 

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