innuendos in space

I need some help…

I know I don’t have many followers but this needs to get around. As a coach for a local swim team I am friends with a few youngsters. One in particular is 12 and insists that NICKLEBACK is better than QUEEN. Help me prove him wrong even though the whole freaking world knows the answer. Reblog and like. I need to prove something.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I love your work so much!!! Like beyond any words that I could use. I was wondering if you could draw a male intj and a female intp very causally speaking only in innuendos and invading personal space with a confused infj girl and amused enfp guy just observing off to the side. Thank you so much, and it's ok if you don't. I love your work! Have a fantastic day

Thank you so much!!!!! 

all of the innuendos I could think of were too dirty i had to ask intp friend for these lol

also in my files this one was titled “Nuendos” haha im so funny

(a reminder that scenario requests are currently closed)

Kinda long list of Nine/Rose fics

Basically, there’s a very long Ten/Rose list going around. I felt like there needed to be a nice long Nine/Rose list. No doubt I’ve missed some. But hopefully this helps.


One shots

Not Adult

Board Games - How did the Doctor get pulled into playing board games in the first place?

Come Sail Away -  Somewhere in the middle of the Mediterranean, something changes between them.

A Better Man - It was clear Rose was intent on going out, and the TARDIS repairs weren’t finished yet, so he couldn’t just drag her off on a new adventure instead.

Blossoms in the rain - Sometimes a downpour isn’t such a bad thing. Set post-Dalek, in a world where Adam didn’t come along.

Of Sexual Tension and Shipping on the TARDIS - Jack tries to play matchmaker

The Moment I Wake Up - Lazy mornings on the TARDIS

Feel - The Doctor tries to convince himself he’s not becoming attached to Rose

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Fluffy Fridays--Chapter 20: The Wedding Date, pt. 1

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 20: The Wedding Date

Pairing:  Captain Swan

Rating: T

Summary:  A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring Killian Jones and Emma Swan and the relationship that makes us all swoon. Will contain both canon and AU stories. My contribution to Operation Rainbow Kisses and Unicorn Stickers (aka, my attempt to drown out the season 4 finale angst with ridiculous levels of fluff.)

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CS Genre: Fake Dating AU

Emma took a deep, fortifying breath as she pulled open the heavy station doors. She felt more like a death-row inmate than the sheriff of the small, coastal town of Storybrooke, Maine.

How did she get herself into these kinds of situations?

Mary Margaret, that’s how.

She loved her sister-in-law, don’t get her wrong, but when Mary Margaret Nolan got an idea into her head, there was no reasoning with her, no stopping her, and the idea that had been in Mary Martaret’s head ever since she’d married Emma’s foster brother, David, was that Emma needed to find a true love of her own.

Love was great…for other people like Mary Margaret and David, but Emma had tried the whole “falling in love” thing about a decade ago, and that one, terrible experience had taught her that she never wanted to go through the kind of pain Neal Cassidy put her through ever again.

But trying to convince Mary Margaret of that fact was like trying to reason with an excited toddler.  “No” simply wasn’t in her vocabulary.  It seemed like every time Emma went to visit the Nolans in their cute, homey little cottage in the little town of Misthaven, Mary Margaret had a new man, a new “friend of a friend” that she wanted to set Emma up with.

The last one, Walsh, was an utter nightmare.  He had this weird obsession with monkeys, even going so far as to insist he had simian DNA running through his veins.  Suffice it to say, he was more than a little bananas.

Anyway, Emma had vowed then and there that she’d never subject herself to Mary Margaret’s matchmaking schemes again, and that’s how she found herself in her current predicament.

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If you guys haven’t already heard…
Alex Kingston and John Barrowman have said they would love to have their own spin-off show with them two starring in it as River Song and Captain Jack Harkness!!

Personally, I would love this to happen, mainly because I would love to see River in a different show other than Doctor Who, but if Jack was to be in there too…a lot of funny business will be going down!!

(I can imagine the show to be named something like this)

anonymous asked:

"we casually hook up at parties sometimes but this time you got so drunk you couldn’t make it all the way back to your dorm so i let you crash in my room because it was closer and it turns out you’re really cute when you wake up in the morning, fuck"

(clearing out my folder, and i found this fic i’d already written and forgotten to post… for the record, i am so so so sorry anon, hopefully the word count - which far exceeds the 500 words it’s supposed to be - makes up for it!)


“Swan. Emma.” Her knees give out from under her again, and he has to lower his centre of gravity (also again) to prop her back up. At this point he may as well save her legs the trouble, throw her over his shoulder, and just carry her back to the dorms. He’s slightly drunk, too, but nowhere near her state of inebriation, and at the end of the night, he hadn’t been the one to arrogantly pronounce that he could handle his liquor. It wasn’t him who challenged the host of the party – currently under the table, passed out – to a game of shots (though he has to hand it to her, if they’re talking in a relative sense to Will, the aforementioned host, then her tolerance level isn’t a total exaggeration.)

He feels his hold on her slipping again, and his hand tightens around her waist. “Love, if you could just – ”

“Killiannnn” she cuts him off with a low whine, grabbing his arm suddenly and then leaning up to face him. Usually it’s Jones in a teasing, sometimes indulgent, mostly exasperated tone – but this, hearing her use his first name for the first time – her voice husky, alcohol-ridden, and full of no-good, very-bad ideas given she’s several sheets to the wind –

It sounds like a warning. 

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