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So I watched Power Rangers last night.
And yeah, it was good and nerdy and full of little references and nods, but you know what I really loved?
I got to see an autistic superhero.
Not just a character I could headcanon as autistic, no, I got a superhero who looks people dead in the eyes and says “I’m on the spectrum”.
I got a superhero who info dumps, stims, and has special interests.
I got to see a superhero ask someone to stop touching them, not laugh at that epic joke.
I got to see a little bit of myself.
And true, it could have been better.
We could have gotten better writing, better representation but I got to see an autistic superhero. I got to see a black, male, autistic superhero, and that’s something I never thought I’d see in my lifetime.
I don’t know if other people will realize how important this is, but his autism wasn’t the butt of a joke.
It wasn’t some feel-good moment about overcoming his “disability”. He wasn’t there to be comic relief or anything else.
He is a superhero. With autism.
I just sat and stared at a screen the size of my house, with hundreds of other people, and got to see myself, my community displayed in a positive way in mainstream, really epic media.
A superhero. With autism.

fave beauty and the beast (2017) things

  • the prince’s fabulous make up
  • “if he could earn their love in return”
  • belle’s blue dress
  • “hmm… ‘je ne sais quoi’?” - “I don’t know what that means”
  • even the freaking ducks are singing
  • “it’s never gonna happen ladies”
  • gaston asking belle if she’s busy and belle saying “no”
  • otp gaston x mirrors
  • belle’s disgusted face when gaston gestures from his lower body to her when saying she should only be concerned with her own children
  • “no one can change… that much”
  • “madame gaston, his little wife, uGH
  • the whole scene with maurice in the castle
  • m a u r i c e
  • philippe, everyone’s hero
  • belle smashing lumière with a stool
  • “the east wing, or as I like to call it, the only wing
  • ‘G A S T O N’
  • gaston lifting both lefou and a lady onto his shoulders
  • “I’ve been told I’m clingy, but I really don’t get it”
  • “he’ll blame me!” - “yes I will make sure of it”
  • “maestro, play quietly please” - “oh quietly, sotto voce, of course. are there any other tasteless demands you wish to make upon my artistry”
  • be. our. guest. be our guest put our service to the test
  • maurice trying to remember the way to the castle
  • “you really wanna marry into this family?”
  • “gaston, stop it. breathe. think happy thoughts. go back to the war! blood… explosions… countless widows…”
  • the nose boop
  • luke evans’ acting in that scene… hilariously creepy
  • “romeo and juliette fucking sucks here’s my huge library full of much better things to read” basically
  • beast is making jokes now
  • beast knocking out belle with his huge ass snowball like chill man
  • beast walking around the castle grounds with philippe and talking to him
  • belle watching that from the window and looking beautiful as hell like wow I knew I was gay but that was a solid reminder
  • “no? too touristy?”
  • the way lefou says maurice’s name and smiles when seeing he’s alive
  • waiting heeere. fooor. eee.ver.mooooore
  • luke evans singing
  • “there’s a beast running wild there’s no question, but I fear the wrong monster’s released”
  • stanley rocking that dress and owning it that’s my boy
  • lefou teaming up with mrs potts
  • “I am. not. a beast.”
  • L E F O U 
  • “turn back into a clock, turn back into a clock”
  • human plumette is so beautiful I wanted to cry
  • “how would you feel about growing a beard”
  • rawr

Happy birthday space dad !
Team voltron gave him his presents on the 28th this year !

(Bonus when you won’t stop joking about your big bro being 6 yo )

I had a dream set during the Gerblins arc where Magnus kept trying to make awkward small talk and ask the others about themselves.

Taako was annoyed by it and sarcastically said “okay guys, how about we just stop the whole adventure and get to know each other better?”

Merle looked off into the distance and said “there used to be so much time for that.”

And the others were like “what” and Merle was like “what” and they shook it off and never mentioned it again.

And now because of that dream I have a headcanon that Merle “forgot his own last name, twice” Hitower Highchurch has a memory that’s already so full of holes and folds and blank spots that occasionally one of those holes works the other way around and he briefly has a thought like “this is worse than that mushroom planet” or “didn’t Magnus always used to wear red?” pass through his mind, only to immediately be forgotten again. 

On rare occasions while the thought is in his head he’ll make an odd comment that others brush off and forget just as quickly. 

And yes, he once called Taako Lup by mistake. Taako didn’t react and it didn’t stir any memories but later he looked down and realized he’d been clutching the handle of the Umbra Staff so tightly that the tiny raised pattern at the top had left a deep indentation in his hand.

Beautiful stars pick up line joke

Daichi: The stars are so beautiful

Sugawara: Yup, so beautiful

Daichi: Do you know what else is beautiful? 

Sugawara: Let me guess, current Karasuno’s volleyball team captain?

Daichi: (blush a little) Wrong guess, it’s the beautiful setter of Karasuno started with Sugawara and ended with Kous—

Sugawara: (blush) Daichi it’s embarrassing

Daichi: (blush) it is

[And then later the two of them spending the rest of their time being blushy blushy while holding hand and lots of cute kissy kissy]




Kageyama: The stars are so beautiful

Hinata: Yeah!!!

Kageyama: You know what else is beautiful?

Hinata: The moment when the ball from your toss hit my palm?

Kageyama: I was gonna say your jump but yeah that moment is beautiful too




Yamaguchi: Look, Tsukki! The stars are so beautiful!

Tsukishima: Yeah I could see them

Yamaguchi:

Tsukishima:

Yamaguchi:

Tsukishima: Do you know what else is beautiful?

Yamaguchi: Dinosaurs?

Tsukishima: It’s yo—wait what




Kuroo: Kenma I brought you here to see the stars not the psp

Kenma:

Kuroo:

Kenma: okay

Kuroo: Look, the stars are so beautiful

Kenma:

Kuroo:

Kenma: ….okay?

Kuroo: Do you know what else is beautiful?

Kenma:

Kuroo:

Kenma:

Kuroo:

Kenma:

Kuroo: Kenma answer me I sound like a fool here talking by myself I want to try the pick up line please cooperate




Lev: Senpai! The stars are soooo beautiful!!

Yaku: Hm

Lev: Do you need a lift to see them better?

Yaku: Do you need a hit so the stars appears right before your eyes




Oikawa: Iwa-chan the stars are so beautiful

Iwaizumi: Yeah i—

Oikawa: You know what else is beautiful?

Oikawa: Me

Iwaizumi:

Oikawa:

Iwaizumi:

Oikawa:

Iwaizumi:

Iwaizumi:

Oikawa:

Iwaizumi:

Oikawa: Iwa-chan say something stop looking at me like I’m the most disgusting thing in the world




Hanamaki: The stars are so beautiful

Matsukawa: You’re more beautiful than the stars

Hanamaki:

Matsukawa:

Hanamaki: Bro

Matsukawa: Bro

Hanamaki: No homo?

Matsukawa: Full homo, bro.

Hanamaki: B r o




Ushijima: The stars are so beautiful.

Shirabu: Indeed.

Ushijima: Do you know what else is beautiful?

Shirabu: Victory?

Ushijima: Victory.




Tendou: The stars are so beautiful

Semi: It is

Tendou: You know what else is beautiful?

Semi: W-what?

Tendou: (whispering) The sounds of a heart breaking and the shattering spirit

How To Stop Doubting Yourself: Aka Being a Confident Witch

This is something I see and even experience all the time. Tell me if this sounds familiar; You’re scrolling through tumblr, and come across this wand that someone hand made.. It’s beautiful, carved and engraved, with intricate copper wire wrappings and even a perfect, seamlessly attached quartz point to top it off. You make googly eyes at it, then look over at your wand, a meager oak stick you found in your yard and painted crude symbols on. Your heart breaks a little and you think to yourself, “Maybe if my wand looked like that I’d be a better/awesome/powerful/____ witch” 

If the above scenario brings back memories full of tears and angst, then this post is for you. I present; Five Ways To Stop Doubting Yourself and Your Practice.  Read on witches!

  1. GET OFF TUMBLR
    1. Yes it’s an awesome resource with tons of knowledge and a great way to connect and share ideas. It’s also a great way to waste time, distract yourself, and make yourself feel bad all at once. Stop looking up aesthetic posts and pictures of other peoples altars. 
  2. Focus on what you can do, not what you can’t. 
    1. If you keep thinking about everything you can’t do (I can’t cast this spell, I can’t make this charm), you’re going to limit and hold yourself back. Focus instead on what you ARE able to do. Don’t look for a spell online or in a book, and be torn down when you don’t have that 5000 year old rare herb and the 323rd hair from a camels thigh. Instead, think about what you do have, and how you can use that to make your spell work! 
    2. Also side note that you cana literally subsitute just about any ingredient in a spell or charm for something else. So just because you don’t have rose hips doesn’t mean you can’t cast that love spell. It just means you should use rose petals or even rosemary instead. 
  3. Start forming you own craft!
    1. So often we get discouraged because we find a path that we think will suit us, and we start to go down in, only to discover that parts of it just don’t click. You don’t believe in this tenet, you don’t feel right when you use this method. Instead, figure out what you are comfortable with, what you do like, and what you’re capable/willing to do, and build a practice that is unique and entirely your own! Not only will this benefit you, but if you ever get the point where you’re comfortable sharing it, then it’s going to be you that others are sighing, trying to learn from, instead of vice versa! 
  4. Stop Thinking You Aren’t Good Enough
    1. There is no rule book to being a witch. There’s no code of conduct for practicing witchcraft. There’s absolutely no standard, and there’s no bar that you have to meet. If you practice, study, experiment, dip your toes in, or even just side eye witchcraft curiously, you can call yourself a witch. That’s all there is to it. And you’re doing a great job at it. 
  5. Don’t forget that witchcraft is 110% customizable
    1. You don’t have to believe in a certain idea, or practice a specific form, or use herbs, or work with spirits, or use animal parts, or do divination. You can make it whatever you want and that’s awesome because no one else practices the way you do. Your witchcraft is entirely unique to you and that’s FUCKING SWEET
because we love our hogwarts boys.

give me hufflepuff boys; big hands and soft lips and ready to encase you with warmth and love whenever you’re in need. hufflepuff boys, strong and cheerful, but most of all kind and understanding, full of ideas and loveliness! hufflepuff boys with envious long lashes, fluttering as they send you a wink. give me hufflepuff boys who are fair and loyal, boys who aren’t afraid to love the weak and make a claim against all odds. hufflepuff boys who watch you sail away with your kite, apple-red cheeks and a soft curve to their lips. hufflepuff boys who are hardworking and dedicated, stopping at nothing to earn what they deserve. because hufflepuff boys deserve everything.

give me slytherin boys with blazing eyes; full of desire and the need for control. slytherin boys with mischievous grins, looking back at you in the dark while dragging you forward; your hand in theirs and you’re feeling fire. because slytherin boys are mysterious and beautiful and full of something you want to know better. because they are the children your parents warned you about. give me slytherin boys who are persistent and stubborn; constantly trying to prove a point, because they are compassionate and fighters. give me slytherin boys who want no more than a love to ground them to earth, to make them realize that they are wonderful, that they are not their parents. because beneath those plates of silver armor, there lies a battered, stitched heart. and all it takes is a single heart-beat to revive it.

give me gryffindor boys with darling, crooked smiles. gryffindor boys who run in the rain, laughing and shouting. give me gryffindor boys, making friends for life; trusting them in a second because all they want is another companion, another person to grow with. gryffindor boys who take strides in big lengths, trying to intimidate little ones but failing miserably as they trip over someone else’s steps. gryffindor boys with loud voices that fill up an empty room, storing memories that will never be forgotten. give me gryffindor boys with crushes left-and-right, falling faster than a raindrop from the sky. gryffindor boys who give their everything to feel happy. because gryffindors love with a love that was so much more than love.

give me ravenclaw boys with wide grins. ravenclaw boys who bite their lips so intently as they concentrate, it turns into a luscious red, ravenclaw boys with a million thoughts racing through their head, not a single second to spare before writing them down. because ravenclaw boys want to know everything, everything before it’s snatched away in an instant. give me ravenclaw boys who are shy and quiet, but are incredibly thunderous and competitive once their hearts are in play. incredible. ravenclaw boys who would rather spend their nights learning how to hatch a dragon than studying because it’s fascinating. ravenclaw boys who are wise and will give advice, without you asking. because ravenclaws are everything there is to being phenomenal.

v0idfire  asked:

Anyway, your bio is hypocritical. Just like people are free to write whatever they want, we are free to criticize it however we want. It works both ways.

Nope.

People are free to write whatever they want and you are free to criticize whatever you want about their work. 

But you are not free to criticize however you want. You’re not free to attack a person’s moral fiber or existence because you don’t like their fiction. you’re not free to decide whether or not the creator was ‘allowed’ to write the fic based on their personal experiences or identity or race.

You’re not free to insult them, harass them, shame them for their content, go about defaming them, threaten them, post nasty things about them, speculate about their personal lives, or otherwise use ‘criticism’ as an excuse for intimidation, abuse, and ad hominem judgement of people whose power to influence the world through their fanfiction is no greater than your own.

My bio reads as follows: “everyone is free to write whatever they want. others are free to dislike it - but not free to defame a fanwork as evil because it squicked them.”

Fiction is different from real life because it’s a place where humans can explore the rules and experiences of real life without being restricted by reality or what would be ‘realistic’.  We can imagine ourselves having happy endings to abusive relationships. We can date Mr. Dangerous without actually dating a dangerous man. We can experience the guilt of committing murder without actually murdering somebody.  We can experience violence without getting hurt. Fiction lets our curious minds explore, lets us own and better understand why we allow morals to dictate our real lives, and gives us power over bad experiences because we can close the book or the browser or the e-reader anytime we like and never look back. When we start judging fiction on its moral merits and demand fiction only depict ‘moral’ things, we start down the road to censorship. And restricting fiction won’t make immoral or terrible things stop happening in real life.

‘This is evil’ is not criticism. It’s a moral judgement, and fandom is fucking full up on that. take it elsewhere.

The Mean Marquis

Lafayette x Reader

Note: So @a-schuylerr made a post about different Lafayette fic scenarios they would like to see and I got inspired. Thank you to @thatoneimaginesblog for being my proofreader and for putting up with me spamming you with my process on this fic. This is my longest fic and I am really excited for you to read it!

Warning: smut and that’s basically it

Word Count: 7,204 ( I expected it to be long just not this long)

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @mehrmonga @iamgrayfox @rottwat @beckett-faye @justanotherone2u @aph-bermuda @haletotheking24


1772

When your father first announced that you were to marry a French nobleman in just over a month, you felt as if your throat had fallen into your stomach. You were angry and shocked, so angry that you could hardly form a sentence before you stormed off.

That was three days ago, your anger had subsided and left you feeling worried. Worried about the man you were going to be married to. He wasn’t just any old French nobleman he was the Marquis de Lafayette, more affectionately known as the “Mean Marquis”. You’d heard stories about him about his ruthless and cold nature when it came to business. You had also heard about how popular he was with women, and that he was always surrounded by them.

“It’s just not fair!” you yell. You’d walked far enough away from you family’s home that you know you can speak without being heard. “I don’t even know him why should I marry him?” you groan as you sink to your knees.

You take a deep breath as you feel yourself start to panic. How on earth is he going to treat me? You wonder. After everything you’ve heard about him, the best you can hope for is that he will ignore you. He will probably give you a child or two but for the most part, just forget you even exist.

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Bestfriend Trouble (1/2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s and Zach’s (POVs are stated before a section.)

A/N: Hello guys! This is a 2-Part story and both parts are from different requests. This is actually a bit different from the request below but I just really wanted to connect both requests so yup haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

Request: I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where Zach is just hopelessly in love with the reader, he does dorky things to see her smile, his friends always tease him when she walks by, she always catches him staring at her during class or lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool when she’s near but he always fails and is just super cute, just super fluffy.

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READER’S POV

“Y/N! Y/N LOOK! LOOK!” Zach says through his mouth full of chicken tenders while he sat in front of me.

“Look how many chicken tenders I can fit in my mouth!” he continues as he tries to get my attention and I look at him in disgust, but it was pretty impressive too if I’m being completely honest.

“Zachary stop it, you look like an idiot.” I reply as I go back to reading my History notes. I promised myself that I’ll do better after failing our most recent quiz.

“I’m not going to stop until I see a smile on your face. Stop getting so bothered by that stupid quiz! There’s always 10 more after that anyway.” he says as he removes the chicken from his mouth one by one, chewing the others in the process.

“I need to keep my grades high, you know this, or else my parents will be so disappointed in me.” I reply as I become even more upset, I lean my head down on my notes.

“You’re already the perfect daughter, the perfect student and the perfect girl. No one can ever be disappointed in someone like you. You’re too hard on yourself sometimes, you don’t even see how amazing you are.” he says and I lift my head up to face him.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I say as lean my chin on my right hand while pouting and Zach gets a sip of my milkshake. When he parted the glass from his mouth, a white vanilla foam moustache was left on his upper lip. He looked like one of those History people we learn about. I purse my lips while trying to hide the obvious smile on my face.

“A-HA! Is that a smile?! I see a smile! Yes! I made you smile!” he beams, fists pumping up in the air.

“You really are an idiot.” I reply as I shake my head at him and hand him a tissue.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind acting like an idiot as long as I can make you happy.” he says while munching on a french fry and I scoff at him.

Zach Dempsey has been my bestfriend ever since we were in 3rd grade when I gave him a sip of my strawberry milk and he threw up all over me shortly after. That was the first time I found out about his very sad allergy. It’s a classic story between him and I. Since then, we’ve been inseparable.

Being bestfriends with one of the most popular guys in school means you’re also friends with the people around him. You get invited to all the cool parties, you get VIP passes at every school event and people automatically think you’re more important than you actually are. It was great, but not always. I missed being with Zach, just him, just the two of us and it was moments like right now that I treasure most.

“Oh by the way, we’re all going to see the new Fast and Furious movie tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7 okay?” Zach suddenly asks.

“Please don’t tell me that obnoxious friend of yours will be coming too.” I say as I roll my eyes.

“Bryce? No no, Justin didn’t invite him.” he replies with a laugh.

“Alright then I’m in!” I answer and get back to reading my History notes.

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The next day

I stood by my locker as I get the books I need for next period. Great, I thought to myself, Physics next, my least favorite subject. I sigh in disappointment as I shut my locker door. I turn to my right and a smiling Zach Dempsey was leaning on the locker next to mine.

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AU's I'd love to see
  • You accidentally chained your bike to mine and I can’t leave until you get back au
  • I’m the tour guide on your fancy package holiday au
  • We both really want that parking space au
  • I’m your new neighbor and I’m using your wifi au 
  • I work at the checkout and you’re clearly not old enough to buy that au
  • It’s pouring with rain and there’s space under your umbrella au 
  • There are loads of empty seats on this train but you chose to sit next to me au 
  • I tried to parallel park and hit your car, do you want my details au
  • We live across the street from each other and you really need to get some curtains au
  • I’m an interior decorator and you hired me to fix up your apartment au
  • We’re both actually con-artists trying to scam each other au 
  • You dined and dashed in my restaurant but you left your coat behind au 
  • Please stop picking flowers from my garden au 
  • You left your phone number in the library book I just borrowed au 
  • We turned up to this party wearing the same outfit and you look better in it au 
  • Someone in this building is listening to my favorite song au 
  • I found a USB and it’s full of your holiday photographs au 
  • My hamster escaped and I think he went under your door au 
Positioning Is Everything

I play an Eladrin Rogue named Phukar in our Keep on Shadowfell campaign. All of us are fairly new players, including the DM. We’ve got Sylvia (Elven Warlock), Elf (Elven Warden), Nyx (DM’s Gnome Sorcerer and Phukar’s adopted daughter), and Swaggitha (DM’s Shifter Shaman). We’ve finally reached the final boss, Kalarel, and have to stop him from opening the rift. Unfortunately, he’s got ridiculously high AC.

DM: Heads up, if you guys wanna do something to try to like, remove robes and stuff like that, that can lower his AC.

Phukar (OOC): … Can I pants Kalarel?

DM: (Over everyone’s laughter) Yes! That is precisely what I’m saying! Pants Kalarel, show his dick to the world!

[A few moments later]

DM: (As everyone decides what they’re wanting to do) Nyx is going to use Mage Hand to try to pants Kalarel.

Sylvia (OOC): She technically had advantage!

DM: Yes, she does!

Elf (OOC): He’s marked, by the way!

DM: (Rolls and counts up) That’s a 17, plus her strength… (DM grins) So basically, she takes Mage Hand and just kind of swipes and pantses Kalarel.

Phukar (OOC): (As everyone starts to laugh) So how big is it?

DM: Rolling for dick size! (Rolls a d8) It’s about 6 inches.

Phukar (OOC): Alright, so pretty average.

Sylvia (OOC): I love that you rolled a d8 for that!

DM: Well, yeah, because averages - here, let’s roll- (Rolls a d20) 19! It’s taller than he is! You don’t know HOW it was contained in there. It was wrapped up in a small little corner.

Phukar (OOC): (As everyone dies of laughter once more) Let’s go with the 6!

[A few more moments later]

DM: Humans - killed. Portal - opened. Dick - OUT!

Phukar (OOC): I am forcibly removed from the Keep on Shadowfell.

[There’s a short moment while I’m thinking]

Phukar: So I waltz right up to this guy and what I’m gonna do is Setup Strike. (Fails my roll) Okay, dang it. Well, for my minor action, I’m gonna take my dagger and cut his pants in half. (Rolls) Uh… 19?

DM: (Rolls) The pants are not that strong! You’re just like, ‘I’ve learned to cut clothes off very quickly before. I’ve done this many times!’

Phukar: Oh, more than you’d guess.

DM: (Starts to go to the next person)

Phukar (OOC): Wait! I just want to point out that to properly cut those pants, he probably had to get on his knees. Meaning, Phukar is on his knees in front of Kalarel. (Everyone collectively dies of laughter) He’s on his knees in front of Kalarel. And, can I use the free action for speaking?

DM: Yeah?

Phukar: I look up and say “Nice one, Arlen” to his face.

DM: FUCK. Okay, it’s his turn now. He looks down at you-

Sylvia (OOC): He looks past his dick at Phukar.

DM: I mean… It’s not hard, so he’s not- (Everyone collectively dies) Okay! He kicks off what’s left of his pants and then um… Fucker, he goes to hit you… (Rolls low) And. So, basically, you’re down there, and you just lift up your new cloak and block the attack like… duh duh duh (waving arms above head like holding a cloak).

Phukar (OOC): And now the cloak is just- all you see if a bent form, a cloak that hides everything, and Kalarel!

Sylvia (OOC): I think EVERYONE’S wondering what Phukar’s doing under there!

Phukar (OOC): Can Phukar poke it?

DM: …. SURE. I’LL ALLOW IT. You hear Nyx shout “Get some, Dad!”

Elf: With great accuracy and precision, I take my hand and place my palm directly on my forehead, with an audible sound, clear to everybody in the room.

DM: He’s going to use an action surge because his dick was just touched, like, what the fuck!”

Elf: Wait! If he attacks Phukar, then I use my Immediate Interrupt! (Rolls) That’s a Nat 20! I look angrily at him. “Wait! You don’t hit your sex partner without consent!”

[This causes everyone to die laughing for a solid minute. This is a moment to go down in history. And it’s not over yet.]

Phukar (OOC): (As the DM accidently knocks Kalarel’s figurine over) I SUCKED HIM INTO SUBMISSION.

DM: STOP IT! You’re breaking your DM!

[Cue another pause for a full minute of laughter and then a few rounds of initiative. Phukar is still kneeling in front of Kalarel]

DM: Fucker, it’s your turn.

Phukar: So. I kind of look back up at him, flicking back my cloak, and say “You know, I think I would like you in a better position” - I’m gonna use Positioning Strike.

DM: NO!

Phukar: I’m going to use Positioning Strike - but I’m gonna hit his… Y’know… with it. I’m going to stab at it while pushing him back.

DM: OH MY GOD.

Phukar (OOC): I got… Let’s see… 12, plus 11, so 23 against his will.

DM: That hits.

Phukar: Alright! I hit for 20 and push him over the table so he slams against the wall. And uh… Well, originally he was gonna go up there and suck it, but now it’s bloody and uh… He’s not really into that.



And that is how to break your DM during the final boss encounter.

irishsandwich  asked:

Hiii can you please do an imagine where Tom thinks his girlfriend Y/N is cheating on him, but she just spends a lot of time on her new job she is kinda shy about because she is a usual girl and he is famous? xx


of course!

don’t forget to ask me some questions and request some imagines!


Originally posted by tom-hollcnd



you got home from a longs day at work to Tom sitting on the couch, staring blankly ahead at the tv in-front of him. you knew he didn’t know you had a job, it’s not something you really wanted him to know about, so you always cover it up with your mom needing you for a couple hours.

“hey.” you said, fixing your white t-shirt, adjusting the bag on your shoulder that held the job uniform in it.

he didn’t answer you, instead he just ignored you. you raised your eyebrows. this has never happened before. this wasn’t like Tom. if something was bothering him, he’d confront you. right?

“Tom.” you said, trying to get his attention. he sighed before taking his eyes off the screen and looking at you.

“what?” he asked.

you felt something hit you hard as his words were filled with attitude. he’s never acted like this towards you. never. so, what has gotten into him?

“never mind.” you mumbled before walking off towards your shared bedroom and putting the clothes in the laundry room. you walked into the bathroom and pulled your hair up, washing off your makeup form the day. 

the bakery you worked at had you exhausted. mentally and physically, but you loved it there. you’ve always had a passion for baking, even Tom knows that you’d rather bake then do anything else on a rainy Saturday afternoon. 

plus, your chocolate chip cookies were to die for.

you sighed before walking out into the living room again. you didn’t really want to talk to Tom since he wanted to be so moody, but you had to make sure he had at least eaten. 

“did you have dinner?” you asked. he snapped his head towards you, furrowing your eyebrows.

“yeah, i can feed myself you know, i’m a big boy, i’m 21 years old.” 

you grew annoyed, finally not being able to keep your calm,”what the hell is your problem?”

he sighed before closing his eyes and shaking his head.

“i’m serious, Tom. the fuck is wrong with you?” 

he stood up,”you know what’s wrong with me? you! you, y/n! you’re what’s wrong with me!”

the words made your heart hurt. what have you done? what did you do wrong?

“w-what are you talking about?” you stumbled finding words, your eyes getting glossy.

“you’re my problem! i’m here staying so devoted to you, staying so damn loyal to you when i’m out on the road when i could get any girl i want, but i stay loyal to you because i love you! but, what do i get in return? you cheating on me behind my back! and the funny thing is, you act like nothing happened when you get home!”

you took a deep breath, then it hit you.

he thought since you’ve been gone for so long working that you’ve been cheating.

“no, no.” you said quickly,”it’s not what it looks like, i promise-”

he cut you off,”save it, y/n.” he scoffed,”don’t even try to deny it when you go so early in the morning to when you get back home at 8:00 every night. you come home sweaty, you come home with your clothes wrinkled! i’m not dumb!”

“Tom, if you would shut up a second and let me explain-” you said but before you could say another word, he cut you off again.

“go ahead. explain to me why you’re being such a fucking slut.” he said. and with that, your blood was boiling. you angrily wiped the tears off your face before storming to your laundry room.

you snatched the bag off the floor before walking out and throwing it at him, he caught it but still didn’t wipe off the angry look off his face.

“open it.” you said angrily.

“what the fuck, no-”

“just fucking open it, Thomas!” you yelled, this time his face softened a little as you had used his full first name. he unzipped the bag and opened it, becoming confused.

he pulled out the maroon button down shirt that said Red Velvet Bakery on the back of it, your name tag attached to the pocket that rested on the right side of your chest, right under where the logo was.

his face dropped before he looked up at you, the tears continued coming down your face.

“so i’m a fucking slut for working? i’m sorry i can’t have everything handed to me, mr. i’m a fucking movie star, oh my god look at me i’m so famous!” you ranted,”and you wanna accuse me of cheating.”

“y/n, darling-” he started, his face becoming instantly full of regret.

“don’t Tom.” you said,”save it, i’m done with you for right now.”  you turned around and walked to your shared bedroom, slamming the door and climbing into the bed. you nuzzled your head into the pillows, immediately recognizing Tom’s scent, only making you cry more.

a few moments later, there was a soft knock at the door. you rolled your eyes as you turned over, facing the large windows as the nighttime rain pattered against the roof.

“go away.” you groaned.

“princess.” he said, his voice soft,”please.”

you waited a few seconds,”fine.”

he opened the door slowly, still holding your work shirt as he stepped into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed in front of you, Tessa climbing up on top of the bed, nuzzling your hand with her nose, trying to figure out why you were upset.

“i’m so sorry.” he said, his voice cracking,”i should’ve never acted that way and i should’ve never said those things about you.”

you let him continue,”i can’t believe i thought you were cheating on me. i mean, you’re the most loyal, kind hearted person in the world, why would i even think that?” 

you could tell he was frustrated with himself.

“oh my god, i don’t deserve you.” he said, lowering his head and looking at the shirt in his hands. 

“i’m so sorry, y/n.” he said,”i know sorry will never fix things, but i truly regret everything i’ve said to you and i truly really do love you and i don’t want to lose the most important thing in my life.”

you felt your heart break as he let out a shaky breath, tears rolling down his cheeks.

you sat up from your laying position and turned him to face you. his brown eyes filled with sorrow and tears rolling down his cheeks. his hair had been messed up, like he had been tugging at it for a while. he let out a shaky sigh, parting his lips as he tried to regain his steady breathing.

“i’m so sorry.” he said, looking into your eyes.

you cracked as you reached up and wiped the tears off his cheeks. you gave him a small smile.

“Tom, it’s okay-”

“no, no it’s not. i called you a slut, i should never ever call a woman a slut, my mum taught me better.” he said ashamed of himself.

you shook your head,”you were just upset, it’s okay.” 

you brought his head to your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. you played with his brown curls as you tried to calm him down, but it wasn’t working too well.

“i’m so sorry.” he repeated into your now tear stained shirt. you pulled him from your shirt, looking him in the eyes.

“Tom, Tom look at me.” you said, grabbing his attention. you grabbed his cheeks and wiped away the tears.

“stop crying, please. you’re going to make yourself sick.” you said, face full of concern. he licked his red, chapped lips.

“o-okay.” he said, nodding.

“i love you, okay?” you said, giving him a smile.

“i love you, too.” he breathed, showing his white teeth. you smiled before kissing his forehead and brining his head to your chest.

“i love you so much.” he mumbled against your chest. you smiled softly as you stroked his hair, easing his nerves.

Drown Me In Your Love (Grayson Smut)

Summary: Requested by anon: “Gorgeous human, could you write a storyline where Grayson (please with G) and his girlfriend have an argument, not an angry one but a teary filled one and Grayson approaches her as she’s crying and there’s heavy SMUT involved as they make up, it’s not aggressive but very passionate and intense? I just heard the song ‘Too Deep’ by Ritual and Delilah and its got me feeling all kind of things and just need to read something you write based on this song, maybe along the lines of my suggestion? xx”
Word Count: 4,008 (longest imagine I’ve written omg)
Warnings: Cunnilingus, daddy kink.
A/N: So, this is the work that I had gotten halfway through when tumblr crashed. I had to rewrite it so it didn’t come out as good as I expected it to. But I hope I did this justice and I hope you like it. Also, I’m still not very good at smut but I’m gonna practice and get better hopefully. Listen to Too Deep for the full effect!


“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?” Your friend’s voice sounded through the phone and you stopped yourself from scowling.

How were you supposed to answer that after the large bomb she had dropped on you?

“Yeah.” You answered, voice coming out breathy and quiet. You knew that you weren’t gonna be okay, though, and judging by the small indignant noise that your friend let out on the other end of the receiver, she didn’t buy it either.

“Look, maybe it isn’t what it looks like,” Your friend brought you back from your dark thoughts. “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

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Sleepless

You know the drill by now. It’s Whump Week Day 5- Insomnia/Mental Illness.

Have some klance late night training bonding after a rough mission.


Keith found himself returning to the training deck. He didn’t know why he started doing it, but now he couldn’t stop. Any time his emotions got to be too much, he buried them by fighting the training bots, sometimes for hours on end.

This practice quickly became a habit for any difficult situation, any time he simply couldn’t calm down without exhausting himself physically. So, it was really no surprise that after a terrible mission like that he would do this.

What was surprising, however, was that someone else was already using the room.

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Neighbors (Part III)

Neighbors

Neighbors II

She hasn’t seen him for a while, the gym being empty and his car being away for a while. She tried to distract herself, she went to college parties, studied, worked a lot. They both have been busy with Shawn’s trip to Brazil coming up and her studying for her upcoming exams but she had to admit that she missed him. Those eyes and his adorable smile and his voice and scent and curls. But they wanted to take things slow, figure things out. 

She doesn’t even know what it is they are figuring out. But, oh well.

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anonymous asked:

Valentine's Day prompt: cheerleader yuuri

Victor stares at Yuuri, open-mouthed. The bottle of champagne that he’s holding in his left hand almost falls to the floor before he tightens his grip. “Yuuri,” he says, mouth dry.

“Oh, ah, is it not good?” Yuuri asks, blushing hard. He’s looking up at Victor through his thick kohl lashes. “I’ve never been with someone for Valentine’s Day,” Yuuri is honest. “I didn’t know what I was supposed to do.”

Victor preens a little at being the first person Yuuri’s deemed exceptional enough to share a romantic holiday with. But this is their first Valentine’s and whatever he was expecting from his lover, it was not this.

Yuuri continues. “So I checked online. But chocolates and flowers…” he sighs a little. “It didn’t seem personal enough?”

“I wasn’t expecting anything,” Victor finds his voice. He can’t look away from Yuuri, though. He’s still stuck standing there in their kitchen, looking like an idiot with the bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other.

“I know, but… I wanted to?” Yuuri tells him, bitting his bottom lip. “And the internet told me that giving your lover one of their sexual fantasies was also acceptable.”

Victor whines a little. He’s not sure if he’s more pleased by the word ‘lover’ or ‘sexual fantasy’ on Yuuri’s lips.

“And, well, we haven’t really talked about sexual fantasies?” Yuuri says shyly, which is true because their relationship is still pretty new and Victor hadn’t wanted to scare Yuuri away just yet. “So I looked that up too? And this one seemed to be at the top of most lists.” He pulls at the outfit.

“Oh.” Victor says, swallowing hard and looking Yuuri up and down. He’s barefoot, and long legs bare too, all the way up to the cute little blue, pleated skirt that’s around his waist. His midriff is showing too because he has a matching crop-top shirt on as well. It’s the prettiest cheerleading outfit Victor has ever seen. (Although that might just be because Yuuri’s wearing it so well.)

He looks adorable, staring out of his glasses that match his outfit, fidgeting under Victor’s gaze. Victor doesn’t even dare ask where Yuuri got it from (because if he hears anything close to ‘Yurio helped’, the whole scene will be ruined). 

“Is it okay?” Yuuri asks, looking like he’s about to panic.

That’s Victor’s cue to snap out of the trance he’s in. He carefully puts the glasses and champagne on the kitchen island out of the way. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a fantasy like this before,” he purrs. Yuuri looks upset for a second before Victor continues, “But now that I’ve seen you in such a cute outfit, I don’t think I’ll ever stop thinking about it. You make such a perfect cheerleader, Yuuri.”

Yuuri blushes as Victor stalks towards him, grabbing at the hem of the skirt. Fuck do Yuuri’s legs look amazing. And his bellybutton is calling out to be kissed.

Victor hums in appreciation, Yuuri looks even better up close. “Are you going to come to the rink dressed like that now? Will you cheer for me from the sidelines like that? Ahhh, how perfect.”

Yuuri’s cheeks are flushed pink. “Victor-” he murmurs, but he doesn’t stop Victor from running his hand up under the top to touch one of Yuuri’s nipples.

“Do you have a routine to show me, then?” Victor asks, raising one eyebrow.

Yuuri licks his lips and Victor can’t help himself - he leans forward to kiss him. His heart feels full. Yuuri went to all this trouble for him. Had put himself out there - not knowing if Victor would enjoy it or not. Which is ridiculous, really, because Victor’s going to like anything Yuuri does for him. 

“If you let me finish-” Yuuri says when they both pull away from the kiss, breathing a little faster than before, “-I could tell you that I have pom pom’s in the bedroom.”

“Lets go, then, I want to see your cheerleading Eros,” Victor teases.

Yuuri laughs, his nervousness gone now that Victor’s shown whole-hearted interest. He winks at Victor as he heads towards their bedroom, bypassing the wide windows and the view of St. Petersburg that had been part of Victor’s plans for tonight. This is so much better though, and the champagne will keep until they’re finished. 

Victor thanks the Valentine’s day gods (if there are any) for the way the skirt flips up in the back as Yuuri walks, showing off the round edges of Yuuri’s ass. “Gimme a ‘D’,” Victor mutters, following his partner into the bedroom.

Hold On, I’m Coming (Part 4)

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

Summary: Bobby confronts Dean at work. Later, you decide to fix things once and for all, but Dean thwarts your plan.

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,300

Warnings: language, mild angst

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Unexpected

Word Count: 1600 ish

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: The reader finds out that she’s pregnant and has to find a way to tell Sam.

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy. Brief mention of depression (like, literally one sentence). Angst. I think that’s all, but forgive me if it’s not.

A/N: Yes, I know that this is quite a common trope, but I just couldn’t help myself :) Enjoy my rendition of Sam finding out that you’re pregnant!

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It was hard to put into words how you had felt for the past few weeks. Extreme fatigue and nausea had been keeping you sidelined from hunting for too long now. You felt off, almost as if there was something that was completely changed within you.

Of course Sam and Dean picked up on your behavior change. After being their roommates and hunting partners for almost three years now, they were used to your normal and abnormal mannerisms. Dean never vocalized it to you, but he thought you were experiencing side effects of depression. You never ruled that out - after all of the horrors you had seen, you were sure that it was a possibility.

Sam on the other hand, was very vocal about his thoughts that you were physically sick. He had seen you at your rock-bottom worst, and he thought that this time it was different.

The relationship you had with Dean was brotherly. You teased one another, fought one another, but ultimately, loved each other unconditionally. He was family to you.

In contrast to Dean, Sam was not so brotherly. You felt a spark when you were around Sam - you had never felt so loved when Sam was around. The way he would pull you in for an embrace kiss the top of your head was more emotionally charged than just a friend would do.

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