it's like they love us half as much as we love them and that's awesome

anonymous asked:

Would you mind writing "*putting hands over eyes from behind* Guess whooo?" With Fred bc I feel like that's something he would do and it would make the reader all smiley and full of warmth and love and Ugh I love fred please and thank you honey

“I want to kiss you and hold your hand anytime I want” prompt for fred pretty please?

“Ah- I adore your laugh” with Freddie? I think this one would be cute combined with another but I cant make up my mind so you just do what you think is best! thank yoouuu

Can I have a Fred imagine with “whenever we’re together I feel at home” bc that’s honestly the cutest thing ever

I got you, hun 😘 


Hogsmeade was beautiful this time of year.

Fairy lights and Christmas decorations adorned the village sprinkled in snow, resembling a post card you might receive from your grandmother. Students littered the streets as they ambled from store to store, no doubt buying last-minute Christmas gifts for family and friends.

You watched them from the inside of the Three Broomsticks with a small smile drawn across your lips. You loved this time of year. It was cinnamon and snow fights and stomachs bursting with Christmas pudding. It was excitement and laughter and joy filling every single corner of your face. There was something quite magical about Christmas and you relished in its festive glow.

Quite suddenly, someone had placed their hands over your eyes, plunging you into darkness and snapping you out of your reverie.

“Guess who?” a familiar voice fills your ears and tickles your heart. Your face aches from the smile that was splitting it in half.

“Fred!” you laugh and Fred dropped his hands from your eyes, sliding into the seat across from you.

“The one and only,” Fred grins, deviously.

“Thank goodness for that,” you remark, earning yourself a chuckle from Fred. “Where’s George?”

“With Lee,” Fred replies, reaching over and stealing a swig of Butterbeer, “I swear those two are shagging…”

“I’ll keep a look out for the wedding invitations, then,” you quip with a grin, “and get your own Butterbeer!”

“Aw,” Fred whines, “and I thought sharing is caring…”

“It is, but I don’t care that much…” you retort and Fred clutches his chest as though to heal his broken heart.

“We could have been something so beautiful,” Fred quips, his voice dripping in mock hurt, and you laugh. “Ah- I adore your laugh. Never, ever stop laughing…”

“I don’t think that’s possible, especially when you’re with me,” you smile and your gaze lingers with Fred’s for a moment longer than necessary. “So I suppose you want to hang around with me today because George and Lee have run off on a romantic escapade.” you state, taking a sip of what was left of your Butterbeer, “But what will I get in return?”

“My awesome and awe-inspiring company,” Fred remarks, flashing you a winning smile.

“Hm, that doesn’t seem like much…”  

Fred smiles, a dare on his lips, “Well why don’t you accept my offer and see for yourself?”

You arch a sharp eyebrow, a smirk curving your lips as you pretend to contemplate your decision.

“Fine,” you sigh, “But only if you buy me another Butterbeer…”

Fred slides out from the booth and bows. “Anything for you, my queen.”


Scooping a handful of snow, you pressed it into a ball and launched it into the air with all your might, watching as it hurtled toward Fred. It hit the intended target and you only just managed to throw your arms up in the air to celebrate your victory before ducking behind a tree.

You couldn’t fight the smirk off your face as you reflect on the events leading up to this competitive battle.

You and Fred had spent most of the morning strolling around the village, ducking into various stores along the way until the two of you had caught up with George, Lee, Ron, Harry and Hermione and the seven of you were suddenly thrown into a vicious snowball fight. You had broken into teams; you, Hermione, Harry and Ron against Fred, George and Lee.

“That’s not fair! They have more on their team than us!” Lee had protested, outraged.

“Well what are we supposed to do, split Harry in half?” you asked, and Harry chuckled nervously.  

“We won’t bother with that today,” George replied, casually, “Too much mess to clean up.”

“Besides, the extra person will make up for Ron’s lack of skills”, Fred remarked, earning himself a laugh from everyone but Ron, who had scowled through a very flushed face.

Throughout the course of the snowball fight, Fred had mercilessly focused his attacks on you, a fact that everyone acknowledged but ignored. It was clear that the fight between you and Fred was just another way to flirt with one another and to release the ever-present sexual tension that dangled between the two of you.

Pressing your back against the tree, you decide to risk exposing your hiding position lean forward, poking your head out to check your surroundings. Fred had disappeared. You bit your lip, grinning to yourself as you crept out.

Quite suddenly, an array of snowballs careered toward you and you broke into a sprint as Fred emerged from out of nowhere.

Fred chased you into the Forest, pursuing you with laughter bubbling from his lips, and you bounded away from him, running faster than anyone could believe. Fred’s long legs and Quidditch strength meant that he soon caught up to you in no time and cornered you against a tree, far away from the others.

“I give up!” you pant, throwing your hands up in the air in surrender, “I surrender.”

Fred chuckles, continuing his painfully slow approach toward you until you were flush against the tree.

“I might concede for the right price,” Fred teases with a devilish grin.

“Name your price!” you exclaim, a large smile spread across your flushed face.

He took a step closer toward you, still grasping onto the snowball he had formed. “A kiss.”

“A kiss?” you ask, eyebrow pricked in interest.

“A kiss,” he reiterates in a husky breath, “I want to kiss you and hold your hand anytime I want.”

“Is this your way of finally asking me out?” you tease.

“Maybe it is,” Fred replies, “I don’t know much, but what I do know is that whenever we’re together I feel at home.

Your heart melts through the cracks of your ribcage. You clear your throat in an effort to compose yourself. “So if I become your girlfriend, you will save me from being pelted by an onslaught of snow balls?”

Fred nods, and you bite your lip. He looks gorgeous like this, a bashful, boyish smile against rosy cheeks and bright eyes.

“Alright then,” you reply, simply. “A kiss on the cheek. I don’t want you to think that I kiss on the first date.”

Fred drops the snow in his hand and closes the distance between the two of you, placing his hand above your left shoulder and leaning in dangerously close. Your breath is caught in your throat as his lips brush against your cheek, imparting warmth that tingles deliciously down your spine. Finally, his lips meet your cheek, and electricity sparks in the air.

You both feel it, magic buzzing between the two of you as you stare lovingly into his eyes. He gazes at you as though you’re a sky painted with stars, disarming you completely. It would only take a burst of courage to step forward and claim his lips, and you’re so close to him, you can see beyond the colour of his eyes. You can see his naked soul, all fire and flecks of gold, and you can feel the flames lick at your heart, and it takes a split second for you to make the decision.

“Fuck it,” you murmur and you reach up onto the tips of your toes and capture his lips in a searing kiss.

Fred reciprocates immediately, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in closer and sliding his tongue along your bottom lip, seeking permission. You grant it to him and he doesn’t hesitate, not for a second. He tastes sweeter than anything you could buy at Honeydukes, like a promise of adventure, filling your entire body with golden warmth while the world around you remains frozen. You want to hold him like this forever.

You break apart reluctantly and a smile cracks your lips as he beams down at you, kissing your nose.

Christmas was certainly a beautiful time of the year.  


send me a prompt?

anonymous asked:

I know it's almost the end of fear friday, but I'm gonna prompt anyways. Also, awesome blog!!! post-CW Tony and Peter are together, and he has joined the Guardians in space. They have become his 2nd family. But he's waiting for them to leave him eventually cause he thought the Avengers were his family and look what happened there.

Thank you so much ! :)

___________         

“Tony i need your help.” says Peter when the monster comes directly towards him.

“Kinda busy myself Starlord.” replies Tony and flies around the monster. It looks like a octopus but its green and really slushy. Tony hates it.

Monster in space are even weirder than on earth.

“Tony for real…” begins Peter but then the monster buries him under one of his…tentacles and Peter is gone. Tony screams at that and the next moment the monster gets him, too.

It takes every one of Tonys weapons to kill it and then Tony sinks to the ground.

“Petey?” he asks worried but there is now answer.

“What the fuck happened?” says Rocket who lands next to him. Tony shrugs. He can’t speak.

“I am Groot.”

“Yeah i know i saw it but i don’t believe it.” says Rocket to Groot and Tony leaves his suit. He runs around, looking for Peter.

“Guys! I got him. He is here.” says Gamora and Tony sees how Drax help her to get the tentacle away from Peter.

Peters eyes are closed and Tonys heart stops. Oh god. This is his fault!

“We need to take him to the ship.” says Gamora and Drax carries Peter. Tony feels numb. He follows them but doesn’t say anything.

“Do you feel his pulse?” asks Drax when Gamora check it and she nods. But she looks still so worried.

Nobody speaks to Tony when they go back to their ship.

Tony knows why. He fucked up. Again.

*

Half an hour later Tony is in his room on the milano and packs his things. He is going to leave. It was his fault and even if Peter is not dead he is only hurt because of him.

Tony wanted to face the monster and shot it down. That why he didn’t help Peter. But thats a ridiculous excuse.

There is a knock on his door and Tony looks up as Yondu comes in.

“Hey son.” he says and then sits down on Tonys bed. Yondu is kinda Peters father and he will definitely beat Tony up for that stunt.

“Hi.” mumbles Tony back. Sometimes (only when he is alone and had a bad nightmare) Tony images that Yondu is like father for him, too. Well technically he is his father-in-law.

He is not sure how old Yondu is exactly but he always treats Tony really well. That is going to change now.

“So you wanna leave?” asks Yondu and points at Tonys suitcase.

Tony nods at that and Yondu sighs.

“Why?” asks Yondu and Tony can’t help but sniff at that. He doesn’t want to cry in front of Yondu.

“Look son. I know you feel bad about what happened to Peter. And believe me when i say that he will be okay. He is sleeping but you can go see him if you want.” says Yondu and Tony looks still at his suitcase.

“I…hurt him.” whispers Tony when the first tear falls on one of his shirts.

“No you didn’t. The monster did.” says Yondu and he sounds really carefully. Its almost strange.

“Why don’t you hate me?” says Tony then and Yondu laughs.

“Because your are my family.” says Yondu and shrugs.

Tony snorts.

“We are all family here. And sometimes bad things happen in a family, but that only makes us stronger you know? I know that Peter can’t talk about his feelings very well. He gets that from me. But i know that he isn’t angry at you. And he wouldn’t want you to leave.” says Yondu and Tony looks at him.

He is still crying and Yondu smiles sadly at him.

“I had a family once.” whispers Tony then. He is not talking about his parents, because that wasn’t a real family.

But the avengers. And he fucked that up. They left because of him.

“They didn’t deserve you. But Peter is much happier with you and i know that you are happy here, too. So don’t run away because of one mistake. God knows how many i made and Peter is still saving my ass on a daily basis.” laughs Yondu and he holds his arms out.

Its rare that Yondu does that. But Tony loves his hugs. He cuddles into him and breathes.

“Thank you.” he says and Yondu just laughs.

“Peter also gave me that for you.” says Yondu and holds up a paper. It just says ‘Yes i still love you, asshole’ with a smiley face. Tony laughs.

When they had their first fight as a couple Tony had said that he would only believe Peter if he wrote his ‘i love you’ down as proof. It was a silly thought but since then Peter does it every time.

“He still loves me.” says Tony and he pets the paper carefully. Then he puts it on his wall. Yondu laughs.

“I can’t believe i’m saying this but we all love you, you damn human idiot.” grins Yondu and Tony sticks his tongue out at him.

“And now get your ass over to Peter!” says Yondu and Tony runs out of his room.

Yondu shakes his head at the boy and starts packing his things back in the cupboard. What a mess.

anonymous asked:

your story was so funny omg. do you have any more?

  • So i lived the town over from my high school, and had to catch the bus like an hour and a half every day to and from
  • (a movie. thats a fucking movie, every day, twice a day)
  • (I WAS TWELVE)
  • (commuter tragedy)
  • and because we were all stuck together for so long for like six years, we followed the natural inclination of teenagers to be fucking idiots at every chance
  • and we formed this group of bus kids
  • forged by ridiculous travel times
  • bonded in suffering the ridiculous rule of
  • our bus driver.
  • our bus driver was an old, old lady called jeannine
  • (nickname: the grinch, due to the time we were singing christmas carols and she got annoyed and declared that christmas was canceled.)
  • (CANCELED.)
  • (we put up a sign written in texta that said ‘NO CHRISTMAS - SIGNED, THE GRINCH’)
  • (she did not find it funny)
  • jeannine had been driving the bus since time immemorial
  • (and may have of, in fact, been one of the Old Ones)
  • (never confirmed)
  • (but i have my suspicions)
  • Jeannie ran a tight ship.
  • the tightest ship
  • jeannine was the generalissimo of bus drivers
  • she played this talkback radio station over the speaker system
  • and when we were being too loud or she was jut annoyed with us she would turn it up to deafening levels
  • and we would all block our ears, and then having gotten our attention she would turn it down and shout at us
  • when we were REALLY TERRIBLE
  • (like those two weeks after high school musical premiered and we used to have breaking free singalongs)
  • (yeah)
  • (I would have turned the radio up on our asses too)
  • she would park next to the city graveyard
  • (always the graveyard?)
  • (i dont know why)
  • (mental conditioning?)
  • (subliminal messgakng?)
  • and walk/hobble
  • (she was pretty stooped over)
  • (basically she was your standard old crone)
  • (potentially witch)
  • up and down the aisle tellin us how terrible we were
  • so anyway, one year jeannine goes on a two week break for surgery
  • (what surgery? We never found out. Various sources claim knee, hip or shoulder replacement)
  • (could have been a stay at a lazarus pit)
  • (stay woke)
  • and we get a replacement driver.
  • we called him nickelback because he played a nickelback cd over the speaker,
  • on repeat
  • every bus trip
  • EVERY.
  • TRIP.
  • how the hell’d we wind up like this?
  • so free from the reign of terror that was jeannine, we get a bit wild.
  • and by ‘wild’ i mean we:
  • talk above speaking level,
  • eat our food in the ooen,
  • someone busts out a guitar anyway here’s wonderwall
  • its one of these days,
  • that the Great Apple Fiasco happens.

Keep reading

Roadtrip? Just Us? (Namjoon)

Genre: Oneshot, Fluff

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader (Rap Monster x Reader)

Group: BTS

Summary: You were supposed to go on a road trip with your broth Jin and his best friend Namjoon (Namjoon AKA your crush). But, your brother gets the flu right before your supposed to leave, so its just you and Namjoon. This could be the perfect time to confess your feelings. 

Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan

“WHAT TO DO YOU MEAN YOU CANT GO!?!?!” I shouted to my brother as he lied in his bed, he was a bit greener than usual.

“Y/N i told you, i have the flu. I can’t go, do you want me to puke while we’re in the car? No, nobody want that Y/N.” He said to me.

“You are still going, Namjoon will be sad if the trip is cancelled. And you don’t want your future husband sad, do you?” He said to me with a smirk on his face.

I hit his arm and he yelped in pain.

“Fine, i’ll go, but its not because you asked me to Jin.” I said to Jin and exited his room.

Just as i went to turn on the TV the doorbell rang.  Namjoon was outside, waiting for me and Jin,  my heart starts to race. Stupid feelings, we aren’t even dating, but i wish we were. Jin flew in from his bedroom, blanket in hand looking like a cape. Yes, he’s the pink princess superhero, he bakes the good and burns the evil. He opened the door and let Namjoon inside the house. Play it cool Y/N.


“Hi Namjoon, sorry i cant make it on the trip *cough, cough* I’ve fallen ill, i might die. It’ll just be you and Y/N.” He said to Namjoon with a fake sick voice.

“Oh, thats okay, your sisters cool.” Namjoon replied, i though i saw him blushing, probably not, BUT, maybe.

“Y/N GET YOU ASS OVER HERE ITS TIME TO GO!!!” Jin called out for me.

I came from the top of the stairs where i was creeping on their conversation before. I had my bags in hand, ready for a week of just me and Namjoon. NAMJIN IS DEAD, its NamY/N now.

“You look nice Y/N.” Namjoon said and grabbed one of my two bags and we started walking to the car.

I blushed at his comment, before getting in the car Jin pulled me aside.

“Don’t. Mess. This. Up.” Is all he said to me.

“Bye! Have fun!” Jin waved us goodbye as I got in Namjoons car.

The ride was pretty quiet for the first half hour, i had my headphones on and read a book, Namjoon had the radio on. I took my headphones off and started listening to the radio. My favourite song came on ‘Agust D by Agust D’ Not to brag, but, i know the whole rap part. I turned up the volume, Namjoon smiled. I bet he didn’t expect me to know how to rap like a freaking GOD.

A to the G to the U to the STD I’m D BOI” I sang.

It was almost the best part, the super fast epic rap part. My time to shine.

“Do you know the rap part?” Namjoon asked.

“You bet i do.” i replied.

I did the epic rap part flawlessly and brushed my shoulders off.

“Damn, i wasn’t expecting that! That was awesome!!” Namjoon exclaimed

“Thanks.” I blushed.

The rest of the ride was awesome, we sang song and bonded over our shared love for music.

“How much longer?” I asked

“3 hours, we’ve been in the car for 2 hours already.” Namjoon answered.

“UGH!!” I was tiered.

Namjoon laughed.

“We can stop and get some food, if you want.” He asked

“Sure!!” I excitedly said.

Living with Jin, there is a lot of food, like A LOT of food. Food is my life, i might have an addiction.

“We can get some desserts or something like that, cause i made us some sandwiches for actual food.” Namjoon said

“YES!!” I exclaimed. I love dessert even more than food.

We drove for another 15 minutes, i was looking out the window trying to see where Namjoon would stop. He finally stopped at a small pastry shop. We walked in and i ran to the display case of all the food. Admiring all the gifts from God. Namjoon laughed again.

“Hi, Can i have 2 chocolate mousses and one piece of the red velvet cake, please” Namjoon order at the front counter.

I was practically shaking with excitement. Ready to eat the delightfulness that is dessert, and i am eating them with Namjoon, one of my favourite people.

“Young love is so cute.” The lady said as she handed us our treats.

Namjoon and I blushed at her comment, our red faces made her giggle. We went back to the car to enjoy the food.

“Here, dig in!” Namjoon handed me a bowl of chocolate mousse.

We clinked our bowls together and said ‘cheers’. We finished our mousses fairly quickly and sat there, our bellies still empty, wanting, nay, needing more desserts. Namjoon pulled out the slice of cake he ordered.

“We can share.” He said and pulled out 2 forks from a picnic basket.

“Wait!” I shouted.

I grabbed the AUX cord an plugged my phone in. i play ‘Ice Cream Cake by Red Velvet’ and started jammin.

“You get it? Because its red velvet cake, and I’m playing a Red Velvet song!” I snickered.

Namjoon shook his head while slightly giggling.

“You’ve been hanging out with Jin too much.” He said and put the plate with the cake in the middle of us.

We dug in and enjoyed every bite, the Red Velvet in the background was a nice song to dance to. Dancing and eating, a nice activity, especially with friends.

We finished the cake and Namjoon started driving once again. I fell asleep, so i have no idea what happened for about an hour and a half-ish. I woke up and saw the car was parked in a gas station and it was dark outside.

“Oh, good morning sleepyhead.” Namjoon said and entered the car.

He drove away again, BACK ON THE ROAD. Namjoon handed me a bottle of pop (soda).

“Here, i thought you might like one.” He said.

“Oh, Ya, Thanks.” I said to him.

We listened to music and Namjoon drove for another hour and a half. It was fun. We arrived at a small cabin, it was surrounded by trees and a lake.

“Welcome, this is my cabin.” Namjoon said and opened the door to a cabin.

He was carrying his many bags and i grabbed the two bags i brought. We went into the cabin and picked who got which room. There was a small room, a big room and a medium sized room. we flipped a coin, i wanted the big bedroom, more room for my computer and chips Netflix marathon. I chose tails he chose heads.

“HA!! HEADS!!” Namjoon exclaimed.

“BIG ROOM IS MINE!” He said and ran to the big room, well, not really ran, more like limp, cause he had all of his bags.

I’ll be in the medium room than. Thats okay, still enough room for me.
Namjoon and I went right to sleep when we got in our rooms, it was around 11 pm ish so, we were pretty tiered out from all the traveling. Tomorrow, thats when i’ll confess my feelings.

I was woken up at around 3am because someone was shaking me.

“Hey. Y/N!! Wake up!” Namjoon called out for me to wake up.

“What?” I asked kinda angrily, don’t wake me up from my nice slumber.

“Follow me” He said.

So i followed him, he led me outside onto the deck. It was lit up with candles and flower pedals. Namjoon?

“Y/N? I-i-i I like you.” He stuttered.

“I was gonna tell you tomorrow, but, the anticipation was killing me” He said, looking at the floor.

I was shook. I was gonna confess to him but he confessed to me. Its like a real life fan fiction!

“I like you to Namjoon” I said.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked.

I hugged him.

“Of course” I whisper to him.

victorieschild  asked:

(Brazilian!Percy) Ok, a big one is his looks. Tan skin, dark hair, light eyes. Basically my entire family. From what I know, a large amount of us look like that because of the mixed heritages, mainly coming from the italians. (1/?)

(2/?) From experience, we are super loyal to family and friends. Like, we talk shit about them, sure! But when it comes down to it, there is not a single brazilian I know that would sell out there family. But we’re also super deceitful. Like, the amount of times my dad has tricked people into free beer is slightly surprising. Not to mention the way my mum talks about her “friends”. The only reason she talks to half of them is either because they’re good for business or she doesn’t want enemies.

(3/?) also, the fact that he doesn’t speak portuguese in the books can be pretty easily explained. Like, I think the reason that Sally is in America is because she couldn’t go to the uni she wanted to go to in Brazil. So after her uncle/grandpa died (what was it again?) she finally moved to study in the US, met Poseidon, had Percy. And as the daughter of immigrants, I know first hand how hard it is to learn about your culture or even your language in an English speaking country

(4/?) and generally, we usually aren’t very good at portuguese or sometimes can’t even speak it because a) English is prioritised b) we don’t get much exposure to it since only 2 countries speak it and c) it’s generally a difficult language. Like, I think he can probably understand most of it, even say some of it, but if he does, his accent is terrible and the few times he’s been to visit home, he’s been called a gringo and teased by family.  

(5/?) And lets be honest, everyone loves the beach. Like, half my family lives in the middle of São Paolo (state) and yet we still always used to got to Caraguatatuba for New Years every time me and my parents went home. Even here in Australia, we constantly seek out opportunities to go to beaches. idk if this is just my family, but I’m pretty sure being brazilian does bring, at least as a stereotype, love for the beach.



ok, first of all, it’s very interesting how you made your headcanon fit in the series. good job! and yes, brazilians are a very mixed, you’ll find all kind of people here, but the mayority of our population is black. althought percy does look like a brazilian, especially because the tan skin and connection with the beach. i think people dont know that a LOT of people here doesnt like the beach, i see it a lot in my city, actually - its a very cold city, so idk - but i absolutely LOVE IT and most part of my family and friends do too. even theres this big part that doesnt, i think most of brazilians love it cause we are so used to it ? like you said you go to the beach in new years eve and so do i! so does a lot of people, its kind of a tradition. so yes, this part of your hc its about right. and about his portuguese: i do agree. if sally was a brazilian and even if she taught him since he was little, portuguese is a language that is all about the accent. and i believe it is difficult, from what i hear. BUT theres not only two countries that speak portuguese!! in parts of africa they speak portuguese, too. and some other places that i honestly dont know the names :/ but yeah, just to make it clear. 

ok so, what kind of family would percy have here? cousins ? sally has no siblings, but maybe she does have cousins. i dont know about the rest of the world but here in brazil we are very connected to family like children of distant cousins are friends, and their kids will be friends, too. its not just parents, siblings and granparents. so i think thats the family percy would have here

about where his family is from: i knoooow he would fit well as a boy from rio. rio is beautiful, full of amazing beaches, nice tan people, joy and everything BUT it would be awesome if percy was from bahia! another BEAUTIFUL place in the northeast of brazil. people from there are really happy and joyful and friendly! i mean, im just giving you an idea, its your headcanon haha but you havent said anything about where his family was from, so 

i was just going throught sally’s wiki and realized something: sally’s mom was called laura. that’s a very common name here. maybe she met sally’s father when idk he was visiting the country? they fell in love and got married ? again juuust an idea haha


i would love brazilian!percy. or brazilian!piper OMG she wouldn’t be a cherokee but there’s lots of other tribes here. LOTS. omg that would’ve been amazing

wanna chat? pt.25

on ao3
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25

alright!!! so this chapter is a little special. its a contest!!!!

for literally no reason at all, i decided to have a little fun with this chapter. in this chapter, there are a bunch of pop song references. the majority are from the early 2000s (before 2010, tho there may be one or two from 2011 or 12) and one is from the 90s. whoever can list the most references wins a drabble/short fic of their choice from me!

to enter, submit a list of all the songs that were referenced in this chapter (or the ones you could find!!)

shoot me an ask if you have any questions~!

mental support = nino, ebony = alya, draco = adrien, vampire = alya

i hope you enjoy!


17:20

mental support: a reminder that i hate all of you

ebony dark’ness dementia raven way: u love u s

mental support: i can t believe you just made me listen to all of that
what the fuck

draco malfoy: Now You Know

mental support: i wish i didnt

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Hi, your baby Karamel fics are super awesome! I just wanna know what u think about writing a little something within monday's episode when Mon-el's mama is attacking Kara he jumps in front of her and tells her mom she's pregnant with her grandchild. If u dont take prompts or dont like this one that's okay

I’m going to get a rep on here for Karamel baby fics, lol.

Okay so I did your prompt with a little twist. And it turned sort of angsty oops.

Title: Don’t Go


As soon as Mon-El saw his mother cut Kara’s cheek with the Kryptonite sword, he immediately began to panic and lose all rational thought. “I should have handled this myself from the beginning”, his mother proclaimed coldly and went to attack his girlfriend again, aiming for her stomach.

Without thinking his plan through, Mon-El swiftly dived in front of Kara, pulling her behind him to shield her from both his mother and the Kryptonite that was weakening her. His mother had never believed in fighting fair after all.

“Stop”, Mon-El demanded furiously, his grey eyes full of anger towards the woman that had given him life but not been much of a mother to him for most of it. “You don’t want to do this, mother”.

Rhea froze but didn’t put away the Kryptonite. Instead she gave her son a frosty look that would have probably frozen a mere human from its chill. “And why would that be, son? Why would I wish to spare this Kryptonian” she spat out the word as though it was poison. “When she wishes to keep you from me and from your people? You do not see it now but this girl is hardly worth sacrificing your people for. You do not belong here with her, Mon-El. You belong with us”.

“Don’t hurt her, please”, he begged as he saw her raise the sword once again. “She’s…she’s pregnant!” he blurted out, shocking his mother and Kara who was staring up at him from the ground, startled. “You don’t want to harm your grandchild do you? That baby is the heir to the throne of Daxam as much as I am. Don’t do this, please”.

Rhea laughed at her son scornfully, taking a step closer to him and Kara. “You think that a half Kryptonian mutt would ever be worthy of ruling on Daxam?” Mon-El blood chilled at his mother’s words. “If you believed that this would dissuade me from killing her then I’m afraid that you are more naïve than ever, my son. No Kryptonian shall ever give birth to a grandchild of mine”.

“If you leave them alone, I’ll go with you!” Mon-El exclaimed, realising that he was out of options and that even the thought of a possible grandchild was not enough to keep Rhea from murdering Kara. It hurt that she would ever think that way of any child of his and more than ever he did not want to go with his cruel mother and no doubt suffer her wrath for his refusal to go with her previously (and for falling in love with Kara), but it was the only way to protect the woman he loved…so he would do it.

“Finally you see sense”, Rhea said as she put away the sword. Kara looked at Mon-El with pleading blue eyes and the look on her face broke his heart. “I’ll give you a moment to say goodbye”, his mother graciously offered and stepped away from the couple.

“Mon-El, how did you know?”

Mon-El frowned at Kara, confused. Out of all the things he thought she was going to say to him that hadn’t been it. “Know what?”

“Know I’m pregnant? I only found out today myself. I didn’t know how to tell you but it looks like you figured it out somehow”.

The colour drained from the Daxamite’s face as her words sunk in. Kara saw his expression and realised that he had been bluffing to try to get his mother to stop trying to kill her and her heart froze. “You didn’t know did you?”

“I…I was just trying to get mother to stop attacking you. I had no idea…” Kara’s blue eyes filled with tears as she saw his face crumble.  “Now I have to leave to keep you both safe”.

“Don’t do this, we can find another way”, she begged him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug as if that would stop him from leaving her.

“I have to keep you safe, Kara. And now I have to keep you both safe”, he whispered, pressing a hand to her flat stomach gently before cupping her face with his hands and pressing an almost desperate kiss to her lips.

Kara opened her mouth to try to convince him not to go but he shook his head and looked back at her one last time with pained filled eyes before going over to his mother’s side. Kara watched with a broken heart as her boyfriend was beamed away from her…possibly forever.

I won’t say I'm in love! (MGG x reader)

AN: so like love is something I have a hard time with, and this came from the song ‘won’t say I’m in love’ cause I love that song. and megara, so any way. enjoy 
tagging my favs: @dontshootmespence @bookofreid @maybe-mikala @just-a-random-fandom-24 @magnetic-electric


Love was something you enjoyed the thought of, enjoyed reading about, watching in movies and seeing your friends jump for joy in there heart eyed wonder, it was wonderful for them, and you jumped with them in support. But for you nope, love was a stupid thing that the high gods above liked to trick you with, every relationship you had was doomed. At first you believed the fairy tales of a handsome prince coming to sweep you off your feet and make you his bride while doves flew around and angels sang. But now being an actual adult, you knew that for you that was pure bull shit, I mean sure you found people cute, and have been known to sleep with a few, only to do the not so to you, walk of shame, I mean shit getting laid is not a shame in your book. All your friends told you the person of your dreams would find you, and then you’d feel it, the feeling of flying and butterflies and all the shit Disney pounded into kids heads in the early ’90’s to mid 2000’s, you knew it was probably nice to not be the only one drinking alone at weddings and or congrats parties, well if you didn’t count the weird people who seemed plenty nice but not your type, good to throw back shots with but thats it. And thats where you find yourself now, a dress, nice decent flats because as much as you lied to yourself heels were never a good idea, standing alone at the bar watching your coworker chat around his soon to be husband next to him, raising your glass at him in congrats when his eyes caught yours. They were cute, true soul mates if that shit was real.

Sighing you found yourself looking around, most of the party goers were taken by either the closest drink or significant other, leaving you alone, well until the spot next to you was taken up by someone. Turning you came face to face with a tall as balls guy, looking up slightly he had to be 6’1 maybe 6’2, messy mop of medium brown curls, he looked good, smiling you nodded to him, turning back to the party floor.
“So you also here to drink the sickly sweet taste this party has left in your mouth” you turned back to him at that raising your eyebrow
“You mean the sickly sweet lovey dovey romance taste? Yes, vodka and coke does that wonders, the burn lets me remember the flames of hell that these parties submerge me in” he snorted at that laughing, he had a nice laugh, big smile all teeth, he was lanky but he wore it well, a simple dress shirt and pants, he looked nice, a beard growing made him look extra good.
“Thats a new way to speak of the beautiful bond of man and man, together till death or divorce do them part, so you a friend of the groom or the groom?” I laughed sighing
“Um groom that works helps me not drown myself, we work at a fashion magazine, i’m the personal assistant to the head lady, barley see her but she seems nice” You smiled at him realizing you had yet to ask him his name or tell him yours
“Oh shit, I’m (Y/N), by the way” holding your hand out he took it smiling you felt warm when he touched you, fucking vodka makes you flush gotta remember that.
“I’m Matt, Matthew, Matthew Gray Gubler if you are my mother and mad at me, but um just call me Matt to Matthew..which ever and I am rambling” you smiled laughing slightly
“Its cute, the rambling I mean, so Matthew, do you know groom one or two?” He smiled letting your hand go
“Oh um number 2, he works sound on the show I’m on, Criminal minds, I play the wonderful info machine Spencer Reid, ya know normal guy with a 187 IQ, possible schizophrenia, and did drugs for a bit, ya know totally normal for an FBI agent” your eyes widened at that, you knew of criminal minds, often having it on in the background while you cleaned or read,
“Oh shit, for real? I watch it but I don’t like…watch it…I have the attention span of a goldfish so…its nice background noise and I do at times scream at the TV when some crazy shit happens, my neighbors think I am insane I am sure” he smiled nodding, looking around you bit your lip
“Hey..I know its forward but fuck it 3 vodka and cokes and I am just the image of confidence, you wanna get out of here? Like I know a pizza place thats open till like 3am…” he looked around nodding holding his hand out to you, grabbing it you walked with him.


It had been a total of six months since you had meet the ball of…pure strange minded sunshine that was Matthew Gray Gubler, he was amazing, and great in bed, he was sweet and caring, he was amazing.
“So you and Matthew? Any…ya know…” sitting on your couch, your friend next to you, you shrugged
“Me and Matthew what? What are you on about?” Her face said it all the judgment the look of ‘you fucking know what I mean’ you groaned
“Nope, me and him are friends and thats it, he’s awesome and good for a drunk and or not so drunk sideways tango, like ever have like sleepy morning sex? Like he’s real good at that, and like shower sex is real nice, mainly cause his shower is bigger then mine and like he has really nice smelling soap, oh but like after party sex is the best, like super Dom and like sloppy is just” the smirk on her face would put the grinch to shame, you looked at her
“What? What?! Just because I enjoy sleepy sex with him does not mean I love him” the smirk was only getting bigger
“Okay then why is his art that he gave you the weird self portrait that looks like you mixed with a fucked up dinosaur on acid, right next to your bed, on the wall so you see it every morning, or why are his photos of you and him, the only ones you framed, I mean he’s real good with a camera but, seems kinda like you love looking at them and smiling all school girl has a crush style. Or why can you both sit in a room and not speak for hours, I have seen it, and just not get annoyed at each other, like you just laying in his lap, but when its like that with us you wanna scream and kick me out after a half hour, or how about the CD he made you of him performing your favorite poems? and thats the only CD you have still, like is it the age thing? I know 17 years is a lot but like he’s dated young chicks since like forever, like wasn’t he like 25 dating a 15 year old? Come on, admit it…” you looked at her mouth opening and closing trying to come up with some form of retaliation.
“I mean…he and me…I..Fuck I love him don’t I?” her smirk and nod said it all. Fuck.


Now sitting next to Matthew on his couch, a random campy horror movie playing, you found yourself, noticing every thing about him now, his smell, his laugh, his beautiful fucking face. You sank into the couch crossing your arms,
“Hey you okay? You got the look of someone who just saw their parents fucking? Whats up?” You turned
“My friend thinks I may be in love, which like I may be” his eyebrows furrowed
“Well who are they? Do you think they feel that way towards you?” You sighed shrugging
“I mean, I don’t know, we get along like super well, and she was just listing off these things that are big neon signs of me loving him, like apparently liking sleepy sex with him is a sign which like he’s really good at it, cause his voice is all rough and he’s slow an its awesome…but like…that doesn’t…that can’t….it does doesn’t it?” the look on his face was one you could classify as trying not to be either really jealous or sad, or both
“I mean I’d say that means you really like them, maybe love, who are they a friend from work?” His voice changed, a tinge of something, anger maybe
“No…he’s a stupid actor/director/artist that makes me amazing art” his jaw clenched you smirked
“Should I call him, tell him, maybe you can help me through admitting it? Please” a second later you hit call waiting, watching his face as he heard his phone ring, a slow smirk appearing on his face as he answered
“Hello? Whats up?” You smirked looking at him
“So..I know..its fucking dumb, but I really love you, um and was wondering if you wanted to like…be all gross and date me? Cause I wanna date you…” smiling he ended the call pulling you in by the back of your neck pressing his lips to yours, puling back
“Yeah, lets be fucking gross and date” maybe love was real, maybe it wasn’t, but this was something and you liked it.

anonymous asked:

Any evak fanfics you recommend checking out

oh pal, you have come to the right place! all i do is read evak fic. i willl try to reduce this down but honestly its gonna get long strap urself in. (if there are any i have missed i’m so sorry! i only went through the last few pages of my ao3 history, i’m so bad at bookmarking fics so there could be easily ones that i’ve missed and it doesn’t mean i didn’t love your fic if its not here!)

wips that i’m currently reading:

you’re the only light i ever saw by kaleidxscope (so much tensionnnnnn but so well written and i personally love anything that has childhood best friends so this fic is gr9)

twice by intothewind (ok this isn’t just evak, its also josak and a strange mix of the three, which i previously never entertained the idea of. this fic is worth it though, it p much converted me cos its so brilliantly written and the whole fake relationship trope just gets me every time)

boom! by imsosupernova (my pal zoe is writing this fic! and its so adorable, despite being only on the first chapter, i have high hopes for what is to come!)

looking up and looking forward (there’s nothing back there for you or me) by evenbec (the future evak fic that everyone needs. it has evak with kids and its so good and i cry a lot (of happiness) when i read it)

are you lost? by nnooorraa (max is the BEST writer ok? the best. and this whole fic is just ahhhhh so perfect)

i didn’t mean to kiss you (you didn’t mean to fall in love) by tarjeiandhenrik (if youre like me and you can’t get enough of hate to love fics then u gotta read this, please, i implore you. read it. now.)

won’t stop running till we reach the sun by boos (a kikis delivery service au is something i never knew i needed until i read this fic, and its so good! and jonas as a cat is everything i’ve ever wanted tbh)

making new cliches by strangetowns (childhood friends! childhood friends! also is breaking my heart, but in the best possible way)

half blade and half silk by smokeshop (cause of death: this fic. my heart does a lil jump every time i see theres a new chapter, its so fluffyyyyy (even tho it can be a lil angsty at times) the interactions between isak and even are so perfect and healing and peaceful and warm. read this fic pls i beg of u)

oneshots/completed fics:

i kept running for a soft place to fall by grinsekaetzchen (listen, i don’t know shit about inception, but this fic was perfect and lovely and ahhhhh)

yeah, thats my love by eeyoreneedsahug, safficwriter, and boxesofflowers (actually a series of 5 works, but all 5 are the most fluffiest perfect things ive ever laid eyes on)

please know that i’m yours to keep by pressurerin (hogwarts au! hogwarts au! i love it so much! isak is just so cute in it and the bit at the end ahhhhh)

a transference of feeling by rumpelsnorcack (is this fic everything i’ve ever wanted? i think so. its just so well written, and perfectly combines the scenes that we know and love from s3 into this fic, and all the characters are so spot on. i am in awe, quite honestly)

love and condoms by evenbakkas (this fic is just… ahhhhhhh, isak is so perfectly isak and kassie’s writing is just not real okay? its just not humanly possible for her to be this good. i bow to u kassie. i bow to u.)

authors whose work u should just read all of (at least their evak fics, but honestly, i could probs be converted to other fandoms if i did read their other stuff because DAMN all of these writers/murderers are so good):

my awesome pal isi schedazzle who also does hcs on the tumbz and never fails to make me WEEP with them. all of her hcs are just so sOFT.

bellakitse (has the cutest meet cute series eVER i cry always, and also science buddies fic, SCIENCE BUDDIES FIC. so good so pure.)

cosetties (writing half of wlfa which, as everyone knows, is murdering everyone rn. also wrote the most perfect fake relationship au ever i cant handle how great it is and also telling u how many times ive reread it would be embarassing)

iriswests (is writing the other half of wlfa, also wrote true or false, and as we all know, childhood besst friend aus are the cause of my repeated death. everything that ceecee writes is the cause of my death actually.)

allyasavedtheday (i guess that is destiny doing it right is genuinely the most cutest most adorable most fluffiest thing ive ever read, the ending waas just… AAAAA perfect. also cut us out into little stars killed me. also just read everything that ciara writes. it is necessary for ur life)

also, cos i gotta keep on top of that self promo, here’s a cheeky plug for myself: my hcs | my ao3 ;)

anonymous asked:

I don't see why anyone likes you you're a piece of crap

I know right. Even I think that about myself :D matter of fact there are tons of reasons to Hate me which I’ve said several times before so lets count em down ^u^

Reasons to Dislike JaxBlade :)

I’m Overly Optimistic….like annoyingly so at times. I look at the glass Half Full and my lifes been crappy but I always see the good. A lot of pessimist people I met don’t like me cause they think I’m fake but hey Most of the time this is me appreciating the good times though to lead into my next one.

I can be a tad emo at times.…There are times where i feel like my friends dont like me at all, I’m burden to them and they are just being polite especially if we go long bouts without talking and i feel all alone and depressed and Kinda clingly. Luckily Im working on that day by day

I can be a Bit Cocky and Arrogant at times. I’m proud of my body and like to show it off cause I used to be fat and seeing myself improve eveyday gives me a slight ego boost and I like to show off.

I can be a such an Attention Whore: In so many areas xD especially If I’m at a place I like to be center of attention and take off my shirt to show off even though

I have mediocre results for a fitness person: I’ve working out since I was 16 and I’ve barely added that much mass to my frame. Speed and Strength have skyrocketed since back then but I’ve been working out Damn near 10 years and my physique honestly isnt that impressive even though I like to gloat

I’m kind of a Perv Not like peeking through windows and stealing womens under-roos but I love women, I love booty and I love breasts. I love the concept of an hour glass woman with curves in all the right places and thats the primary stuff of my Special blog

I can be the Biggest Dick if you’re an Asshole to my friends: when people insult me I gotta thank all those years of bully beatings for giving me tough skin cause i can get on but if someones fucking with a friend of mine or someone close I become like a fuckin supervillain and If they are out of shape and being an ass to my friends I let lose and break their self esteem. Luckily with all the meditation I do now I dont do that as much and focus on my day

I’m indifferent on a lot of things that people get upset over: Like a lot of people can be pissed off and ask me my opinion and Im usually like “yeah that sucks” and they get mad at me cause I’m like Meh. The last time i remember that was that Dear Fat people video that a lot of people bashed and while I personally didnt agree with how she was saying her message as a person who was beaten up and fat shamed and used that as motivation to get in shape. It honestly didnt bother me that much and I didnt think anything of it but a few people got mad at me cause they thought i was promoting fat shaming with my indifference

I’m all for Gay people and their rights: so Some people may call me a “Fag lover” or something cause Im supportive of the gay community BUT i do know something about me. I was at one of my Best friends’ , since we were 14, Wedding 2 years ago he’s gay and been that way since he said he was 12, and I met his husband there and his husband was cool and an awesome dude and I thought they were great. But when they said “Kiss the Bride” I looked away. and I notice I do that a lot when I hang out with my gay friends marcus and kevin and they kiss I just look away. I’m happy that they are happy and in love but seeing two men kiss makes me a lil uncomfortable SO I HAVE to work on myself to be a bit more liberal

I’m Black: so Racists hate me just cause of the melanin in my skin so theres that

The Brony thing: I used to be a Hardcore brony back in 2011-2012 till I dropped the term and now Im just a casual fan of the show. So Some people can dislike me because I watched it and others call me a poser and fake cause im in my Buddy Racebest’s Bronies React videos but i dont use the term brony for myself anymore since im just a casual fan of the show so theres that.

I Prefer Dubbed over Subbed anime

I’m kind of a Man whore

I’ve Lied to the ones I loved the most and the ones I was closest to because I was scared that they’d leave If somethings wrong with me I usually laugh it off and kind of do a Lie of omission if someone asks. So I need to work on being more open to people who care about me

I dont like the Pixar film Up xD and some people have legit told me they hate me for that and unfollowed me

I Quote my Bullying story a Sickening amount for Motivation and Inspiration for people.

I like seeing Criminals and bad people in general die in horrible ways and think they should be put down for the count instead of imprisoned.

If its not Fitness, Health, Exercise, Anime, Cartoon, Comic stuff I can be considered borderline retarded at points

I can be Overbearingly Overcaring for people I care about at points that I come off as Irritatingly clingy

———————————————————–

And theres a WHOOOOOOOLE Lot More that I openly admit and all I can do is acknowledge it and work on bettering myself like a Redemption Arc Yeah like Kenshin when he went from Battosai to Heroic Samurai or Vegeta mass murdering warrior to Lovable Family Guy. Its gonna take some time but I’m willing to work on it But I’ve already accepted all my faults so I can use them to better myself

Why?

since everyone liked the post so much, have some sisterly angst.

Fandom: RWBY
Characters: Yang Xiao Long, Ruby Rose
Words: 1039
Description: Yang wants to go find Raven now that she’s met up with Ruby in Mistral, but Ruby doesn’t want her to go.


“She’s nearby.” Yang says as she paces back and forth in the Mistral hotel. “I can finally find her. Finally ask her why.”

“Yang…” Ruby says as she sits on the bed.

“It’s been years, Ruby. I’ve searched for so long. Now, now I can finally get it over with.”

“Yang.” Ruby says again, “Yang, don’t do it.”

Keep reading

First and for all; s/o to Cassie (@michaelcligford) for making this gif for me! Thank you lovely! Secondly, thank you to all my followers, after losing my old blog I’ve got back a majority of you and new ones. I love you all and thank you so much for enjoying my blog despite it being trash, lmao. Thank you to all the friends I’ve made, y’all mean so much to me and I have so much love and respect for you all. So here goes..

Keep reading

shenkuchan  asked:

Hey jax, As someone who's being bullied right now I could really use some of your advice. A lot of these folks at school always bring up my faults and it brings me down and i dont know what to do to stop them. Im not buff like you yet so Im not confident but what should I do? They dislike me but i dont know why and I want to not care. help me senpai

Sure man and sorry to hear that and I’ll gladly help. 

With your current situation its mainly insults correct? SO i think the best bet would be to pull a 8- mile and B- Rabbit yourself

Dont know what I mean well watch this clip.


Now I’m not telling you to Rap Battle them….I mean…..unless you got skills like that But just look what Eminem did there.

He acknowledged every one of his Faults and Owned up to them like the boss.

So thats what you gotta do. If you got something that people make fun of and make you feel down about Own it up to it just be like “Yeah that is true but what ya gonna do, thems the breaks i guess” or if people are making fun of you for effing up just be like “Yeah I really suck at this do you mind helping” 

Acknowledging your mistakes and faults takes away SOOOO MUCH of a Bully/Troll/Hater’s power because they want to be the one to get to you and be like “it was so funny to see him spazz” and more than likely if you did acknowledge your faults they’d be befuddled and might not show it and then say “Well you just did my job for me I’m glad you know how much of a worthless crap stain you are” just to get the last word in.  So Dont do do it with Anger, just do it casually and cool. Just like “Yeah I suck here but im trying my best” It takes all the fun away. 

But jax it seems so simple why doesnt everyone do this?

Well the admitting your faults part can mess with a lot of people cause they dont want to face it so when someone hits a sore spot it can be really damaging. Thats why its best to make peace with yourself on something or be like yeah I really fucked up here but im moving forward so you can acknowledge it and have POWER over yourself.

for example

I HAVE A SHIT TOOOOON OF Faults and Reasons why people Could/Should Dislike me or Talk shit or Hate me

So here as an example I’ll give you a few reasons why you could. I want to make this super easy for people if they ever do a Worst of List featuring me xD and some of em may make you want to un-follow but hey I like to keep shit Absolutely Real so lets get to it

Reasons to Dislike JaxBlade :)

I’m Overly Optimistic….like annoyingly so at times. I look at the glass Half Full and my lifes been crappy but I always see the good. A lot of pessimist people I met don’t like me cause they think I’m fake but hey Most of the time this is me appreciating the good times though to lead into my next one.

I can be a tad emo at times.…There are times where i feel like my friends dont like me at all, I’m burden to them and they are just being polite especially if we go long bouts without talking and i feel all alone and depressed and Kinda clingly. Luckily Im working on that day by day

I can be a Bit Cocky and Arrogant at times. I’m proud of my body and like to show it off cause I used to be fat and seeing myself improve eveyday gives me a slight ego boost and I like to show off.

I can be a such an Attention Whore: In so many areas xD especially If I’m at a place I like to be center of attention and take off my shirt to show off even though 

I have mediocre results for a fitness person: I’ve working out since I was 16 and I’ve barely added that much mass to my frame. Speed and Strength have skyrocketed since back then but I’ve been working out Damn near 10 years and my physique honestly isnt that impressive even though I like to gloat

I’m kind of a Perv Not like peeking through windows and stealing womens under-roos but I love women, I love booty and I love breasts. I love the concept of an hour glass woman with curves in all the right places and thats the primary stuff of my Special blog

I can be the Biggest Dick if you’re an Asshole to my friends: when people insult me I gotta thank all those years of bully beatings for giving me tough skin cause i can get on but if someones fucking with a friend of mine or someone close I become like a fuckin supervillain and If they are out of shape and being an ass to my friends I let lose and break their self esteem. Luckily with all the meditation I do now I dont do that as much and focus on my day

I’m indifferent on a lot of things that people get upset over: Like a lot of people can be pissed off and ask me my opinion and Im usually like “yeah that sucks” and they get mad at me cause I’m like Meh. The last time i remember that was that Dear Fat people video that a lot of people bashed and while I personally didnt agree with how she was saying her message as a person who was beaten up and fat shamed and used that as motivation to get in shape. It honestly didnt bother me that much and I didnt think anything of it but a few people got mad at me cause they thought i was promoting fat shaming with my indifference

I’m all for Gay people and their rights: so Some people may call me a “Fag lover” or something cause Im supportive of the gay community BUT i do know something about me. I was at one of my Best friends’ , since we were 14, Wedding 2 years ago he’s gay and been that way since he said he was 12, and I met his husband there and his husband was cool and an awesome dude and I thought they were great. But when they said “Kiss the Bride” I looked away. and I notice I do that a lot when I hang out with my gay friends marcus and kevin and they kiss I just look away. I’m happy that they are happy and in love but seeing two men kiss makes me a lil uncomfortable SO I HAVE to work on myself to be a bit more liberal 

I’m Black: so Racists hate me just cause of the melanin in my skin so theres that

The Brony thing: I used to be a Hardcore brony back in 2011-2012 till I dropped the term and now Im just a casual fan of the show. So Some people can dislike me because I watched it and others call me a poser and fake cause im in my Buddy Racebest’s Bronies React videos but i dont use the term brony for myself anymore since im just a casual fan of the show so theres that. 

I Prefer Dubbed over Subbed anime

I’m kind of a Man whore 

I dont like the Pixar film Up xD and some people have legit told me they hate me for that and unfollowed me

I Quote my Bullying story a Sickening amount for Motivation and Inspiration for people. 

I like seeing Criminals and bad people in general die in horrible ways and think they should be put down for the count instead of imprisoned. 

If its not Fitness, Health, Exercise, Anime, Cartoon, Comic stuff I can be considered borderline retarded at points

I can be Overbearingly Overcaring for people I care about at points

If somethings wrong with me I usually laugh it off and kind of do a Lie of omission if someone asks. So I need to work on being more open to people who care about me 

—————————————————–

Thats all I can think of right now But I can disperse more when i think of them. The point is. Make peace with yourself. Realize your faults, Accept them and if you can change them DO IT. But otherwise dont let them bring you down. You’re a tough badass who can’t be brought down. Remember, If they are trying to bring you down it already means you are above them. Hope that helps 

Loft 89 Experience

My mom and I got to the arena at around 4:25 (two hours until doors open), went straight to the tour trucks, took pictures and headed to the front of the arena but on our way we met 4 of her dancers and got a picture!!! We walked around and visited the radio station booths, bought merchandise and danced around. We were both starving so we ate at the restaurant in the arena (I believe it was called Club Red… i know exactly what you’re thinking and I’m thinking it too). so when the doors opened my mom and I headed for the Taylor nation booth.. when we got there, there was a huge lineup so we waited behind this couple who were very friendly and we talked with them the majority of the time. When it was their turn to take the picture Kevin (you should know him) upgraded their seats so they were like “where are you guys sitting” we told them “227” and then they were like “we just got upgraded.. do you want to take our seats in the 100 level, right by the end of the stage?” “of course thank you so much youre so kind bla blah blah”…. so we find our seats in section 103 row G seats 9-10 and i cover myself in 140 fairy lights and start dancing to Vance Joy who was incredible..Then it was like intermission? between him and Tay.. so Taylor comes on and im freaking out and screaming and jumping and dancing and singing and having the time of my life.. then half way through the show, while taylor was playing clean (like oh great I’m already crying enough from her speech and now this) this lady comes up beside me, puts her arm around me and goes “wow youve been rocking out all night.. who are you with?” i pointed at my mom.. “have you ever met Taylor?” i start crying.. “do you want to go to loft 89?” I nodded my head and gave her a hug (cried a bit tbh).. She then gave us the paper and Bracelets and we enjoyed the rest of the show, Which was absolutely phenomenal i have no words mainly because my voice is gone. after the show we met in section 117 and were given the rules.. they then brought us to loft 89 (heaven) and we could take as many pictures as we wanted before taylor came in… so I did. Taylor came in after about 15/20 minutes and was like “oh hey guys!” and went to the first group… after she finished with them she walked to me said “hey!” and gave me a huge hug (my head was on her boob because she is so tall) and then she goes (pointing at my costume) and wen “Oh youre so cute! Whats your name? how old are you?” I said “Brady I’m 14″ she asked “what is this whole costume?” and i go “rumours Fly” and shes like “OH its a pun!” and starts giggling (which was insanely adorable) then i did this little flappy move and she goes “oh its even got its own move to make the wings flap more” and I was like oh my gosh yes. Then she gave me another hug and was like “oh my gosh you’re so cool i love you” and then asked “did you enjoy the show?” so i was like “yes it was amazing!” she was like “good!” and then i said “i hit so many people with my lights” and she was like “im okay with that but you know security might get mad” and then i was like “ya” and then i was like “you haven’t been here in so long” and then we said 5 years at the same time and then i was like “ya i saw you on the Fearless tour” and she was like “No? AW you must’ve been like a baby like 9 years old” then i was like “actually 8!” then she was like aw and i said “my mom and I also saw you on the Red Tour in toronto” and she was like “thanks for coming to so many shows thats awesome” and then she said “what would you like me to sign” i pointed at my pass and she went and signed my paper and said “to my favourite person, brady. love, Taylor” then my mom went “youre such a good role model thank you so much” and she was like “aw thank you” and I was like “oh my gosh” and she hugged me again and said I was adorable then looked at me and went “okay i want to take a picture with you and then one with your mom” and the said “so what do you want do in our picture.. we could hug or” (she was in like hug position)  then i said “i want to do something crazy and then she said "i could kiss you on the cheek?” and i was like ummmmmm OKAY!!!!! and so she did and the lady took our picture and went oh its blurry i should take another one so i was like UMMMMMM YES and Taylor was like “do you have any tips for us” and the lady said no… so then TAYLOR SWIFT KISSED MY CHEEK AGAIN. and then that one was good so she brought in my mom and took an adorable picture with her head leaning on mine, my arms wrapped around her like a seat belt, and my head on her shoulder. and then i hugged her again (this time she bent down) and said i love you so much and she was like “omg i love you too.. ill see you soon” and then i watched her for like 30 minutes while she talked to other groups and then she left and was like “BYe guys I love you so much” and everyone was like “we love you Taylor!” and then we were escorted out…. Best night of my entire existence.. side notes… She smelt really good, her lips are so soft, she is absolutely beautiful in person, so tall, so perfect and so adorable. She is so caring and such a great woman. I love her to death.


Thank you so much Taylor.

taylorswift

My massive long and boring post about how I met a lot of my idols :')

Ok so this weekend I went up to Birmingham for Asylum 12 which is a supernatural convention here in the UK.

While I was there I managed to get photo’s with a lot of the guests and their autograph and I feel really honoured to be able to have this experience.

ok my first photo op of the day was Mark Sheppard (Crowley) and as much as I would of loved a hug i just have this feeling that he doesn’t do them. But he told me that he liked my tshirt because he found the whole idea of purrvana and a cat hilarious. The photo looks slightly awkward but hey Mark is a completely lovely guy and was so funny in his panels where in one this girl told him that he scared her so he proceeded to go up to her and stand right in front of her while she asked her question.

And my next op was Jared himself. and this was the one i was most nervous about. The whole thing was really rushed because they had a lot of people to get through but when it was my turn i asked if I could have a hug and he was like hell yeah and pulled me in and then i laughed and apologised for being short and he laughed and said its ok!! and at the end he told me to enjoy the weekend.

Next was Misha. And this is the best part of the entire weekend and something I will remember for the rest of my life. When i got to him again I asked if I could have a hug and of course he was like sure!!!! so we hugged and then something happened with the camera so we were still hugging and he kind of pulled me along and then said i really should let go, so we let go and then we stood there for about 5 minutes having a conversation about the weekend and how we were and i could see my friends at the side who had just had there’s done going what the fuck why is she just standing there talking to Misha Collins. and then when it was sorted i got another hug and he was like im going to pull a silly face :’)

wooo ok moving on. I can now say I hugged Lucifer. Mark Pelligrino is the most lovely guy ever and he seemed so happy to be there. So yeah i hugged Satan :’)

Next was Osric and he was cosplaying as Cecil from welcome to night vale and he looked so cute. Anyway he was hugging literally everyone and i kid you not he is the sweetest guy ever and after my photo he stroked my back and i nearly died.

Me and my friend decided to get Ty, Tyler and AJ together to save money. AJ was the one that decided that he wanted to do the ghost facer pose so thats what we did and my friend doesnt like it because she’s half blinking, but i really like it. Ty was awesome but he was hung over and tyler remembered us from Asylum 11 and decided to pull a oh god its you 2 again face :’)

sorry the other 2 are just photos of a photo because my friend has the original copies 

so i literally had the best fucking weekend ever :’)

If they had to kill anyone they should have killed Quentin Lance.

I mean I’m not saying this because I don’t like him. I love him. I think he’s awesome. But if they wanted to advance the personal storylines of the other characters Lance would have worked just as well as Sara… except without leaving a bad taste in my mouth and a cold rage in my heart.

The shock would have worked even better actually. Last season ended with him in danger of dying from internal bleeding. We would all have let out a sigh of relief when we saw that he’s fine only to have that be ripped from beneath us.

Lance was part of the team too. He might not know that Oliver’s Arrow (or more accurately he might be swimming in his nice denial over the fact), but he IS part of the team. The Arrow team cares about him. Sara and Laurel love him. Him dying would be just as painful to them.

Sara was killed because they wanted to advance Laurel’s growth into the Black Canary right? Well if it had been her father who fell from the rooftop and landed by her feet instead of her sister Laurel would have been just as angry. The motivation that’s driving her now would drive her anyway.

And this way it could be Sara that gave her fighting tips instead of Nyssa. And instead of one tip she could just train her. Because she would, not at first maybe, but when Sara saw Laurel’s rage? She’d help, because she’d know how fighting helps with that. And she’d be angry and in pain too, they’d have both lost their father, and it would tear their hearts even as it brought them closer.

And just imagine. Two Canaries. One belonging to the League. And one to the City their father had died for. Wouldn’t that be so much more poetic?

And Sara was killed because it was supposed to show Oliver and Felicity that life is short? Killing Lance would have done the same. If someone who wasn’t even fully with their team, someone who didn’t even wear a mask, could die? Then so could they. This wouldn’t change their storyline even a little.

Hell, how about Felicity and her mom? She with whom Felicity has a difficult relationship. She’d have just seen Sara and Laurel losing their father. A half a year after Oliver lost his mom. And now Felicity’s mother is in town, and they have a strained relationship, but at least her mom’s alive.

And if Lance died it would have hit Diggle even harder. Because he’s a father now. Just like Lance. And what if John died? What if he died now, not even having been able to see his little girl grow up the way Lance was blessed enough to experience? That would haunt him. Because he’d never want to leave Oliver and Felicity, they’re his partners, but what if staying meant that his daughter grows up without him even as a memory?

And Sara was murdered because it brings Ra’s al Ghul to Starling City? Yes well killing Lance would have brought Sara, and bringing Sara would have brought Nyssa, and bringing Nyssa would have brought her father (ESPECIALLY if neither Sara nor Nyssa had gotten permission from him to come, or had ignored the order to remain).

Killing Quentin would have hurt too. It would have hurt all of us and all of the characters. And it would have hurt us in the way stories are supposed to hurt us. Not like THIS. Not by killing their bisexual female character just to advance the plot. Doing this was wrong. It was cruel. And it felt like a spit in the face for every person out there who could identify with Sara Lance, for all of us who were so absolutely and fully happy to finally see someone that represented us.

Heartwarming Starfish Ornaments.

Hi Taylor ! taylorswift !

This is the…fourth? I think? of long posts typed on tumblr….sorry if it gets really long. There’s so much i want to say and I know now, starting off this letter, that there’s no way I could ever say all of it. This isn’t to say, well looks like i gotta meet you or something with a windy face. Yes, it would be an honor to meet you. And YES, I want to talk to you about god knows what. Anything. But since this is just me, typing this in my dorm room on a lazy saturday dreaming of starbucks, ill just tell you a little about me.

Hi! My name’s Isabelle, i’m 17, and I’m from Rockville, MD, right outside DC basically…! My birthday is on Christmas, aka 12/25, so i’m a capricorn! wait-give me a second-mumbles to self..EVERGREEN AND MINT AND WRAPPING PAPER AND RIBBONS AND ORNAMENTS AND THAT ONE ORNAMENT MY BROTHER HAS THATS ACTUALLY A GINGERBREAD COOKIE BUT HOLD UP DONT EAT IT CAUSE ITS FROM WHEN HE WAS LIKE 4 AND NOW HES 22 SO NAH AND THOSE DELICATE STARFISH ONES THAT MY GODFATHER GAVE US AND-im done. I love christmas, not  just cause you take my birthday and roll it into christmas-LIKE COOKIE DOUGH I HAVE NO CHILL- but no, since i always get this question whenever my birthday plus christmas comes up , i doesn’t suck…i don’t get half the presents? i think I’m gonna start giving people a sassy face when i get asked this next, because I’m not deprived….anyways ill write something just on that later, my apologies. 

I have 2 older brothers: Jerry who’s 25, and Adam who’s 22. Jerry went to Notre Dame, as well as my parents and one of my uncles. Adam went to Boston College-THE RIVALRY IS ALIVE- I love them so much. For the last 3 years, actually, my mom and I have participated in-i think it’s formal name is-the Notre Dame alumni family volunteer camp-maybbbeeeee you could joinnnn SO FUN i mean maybe that would be hectic, as life seems all the time, for youuuu! But it is really, truly, an awesome experience. 

I love swimming, it’s really the only sport that i am remotely good at, I dabble in badminton, i tried volleyball and lacrosse. I can follow sports, i think? Just tried aqua zumba a few weeks ago-pretttty fun! I love art. I love theatre-one of my great loves, if you will. In high school I stopped actually performing onstage and became so in love with backstage work; stage managing, assistant producing….taking notes on what the director said, wearing a headset and shhhh-ing people….sigh. Here at collegeWHOA IM AT COLLEGE i’m still trying to find my footing in the theatre program, i tried out for the improv team here but didn’t make it…partly because i was nervous and there were 30 people auditioning when they only wanted to cast 2 or 3 people. but i still go to their shows, because, good segway!!!!!—improv, or comedy in general, stand up, etc…more great loves of my life. nbcsnl inspires me so much, i always say thats the dream..to work there…not necessarily to be a cast member although whaddup that’d be so awesome, but maybe a writer? just interning for late night, tonight show, snl, would be magical. or of course for taylor nation, your tour crew or whatnot. 

I have been playing piano since I was 3. Piano lets me be good at something because while I’ve been told in talent shows and other stuff that I am a good singer, piano is something i know i’ll continue for the rest of my life. 

Last spring, i graduated high school and now here I am-officially a rambler at Loyola University Chicago. I love it here, it’s funny I told myself i wanted a school, well yeah, like notre dame, not just cause i’m a legacy, but also because the campus is beautiful and not really surrounded by skyscrapers. I told myself when i started the dreaded college application process that i DID NOT under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES want a “city school” I guess i STILL don’t want that-but hear me out. What i didn’t/don’t want is to go to school in a skyscraper where most of the buildings look the same. With LUC, i’m right on the lake, and i have a metro stop right across from my dorm and can be in the lovely downtown chicago magnificent mile area in 20 mins. i LOVE cities. ESPECIALLY new york. Really, not just plugging Welcome to New York. My mom and I try to go to NY at least once or twice a year for a weekend when we go..if not longer. I adore broadway and, like i said, everyone in the 30 rock area!!! I would love to live there someday. Last year for my 17th birthday/christmas my mom surprised me with an NYC trip the day after birthday/christmas, (if it comes up again I’m going with birthmas because typing is starting to hurt my fingers) and we explored…we saw Matilda on broadway, if you haven’t seen it-go !!! It’s incredible. I’ve been told by my theatre friends..and everyone basically..that i look like Matilda from the movie. It all started when our tech outfits for moving set pieces across the stage for The Wiz at my high school in junior year was a black button down shirt, for me, with the show shirt underneath, and black yoga pants, WITH….cue matilda, a bandana worn however we want…so I tied it like a headband, rosie the riveter style. Mine as you can infer was indeed red. So, Matisabelle was born. ON A RANT, SORRY!!!

We visited some friends that live in NYC, some live right near Central Park, the other lives in Brooklyn-and i loved visiting the World Trade Center/9/11 memorial. It’s heart wrenchingly beautiful. I don’t really like saying it is a perfect memorial, because I feel like it seemed irreverent, but I realize now that it IS perfect. It is so beautiful. i think i stood for 15 minutes in front of someones name at the North tower fountain with a white rose-for this person’s birthday. SO beautiful. Breathtaking, in more ways than one. 

I have to mention 1989 since it. has. begun!!!!!!! IF I had to choose a favorite song, it would be Wildest Dreams, but if we’re talking about the exclusive target bonus songs version of 1989, then I would definitely go with You Are in Love. “and why I’ve spent my whole life trying to put it into words” means so much to me because I struggle with saying what i need to say, messing up, regretting stuff. Recently i had two presentations i had to give for a couple of my classes here at LUC. One was in french, the other-english..for the english one I spent the whole night prior to the actual presentation attempting to memorize what I should say. I get super nervous presenting. You Are In Love reminds me exactly of my grandparents, who also live with me-a few years back we decided to move into their house with them, where my mom grew up, to fix up their house and it’s so nice to be with them all the time. I miss everyone so much here in Chicago, though.

Thank you for staying genuine and always showing yourself as you truly are, you’re so chic, and classy….so to quote anchorman because DUH, you stay classy. much love, 

Isabelle Parshall

i gotta ask to reblog this, don’t if you don’t wanna, but it would be so nice.. much love lovelies! 

andthatlittleblackdress anytruelove outofthewoods youareinlovesfellawiththehellagoodhair hellagoodfellas captureitrememberit wegotbillstopaynowimhaunted13 whenallthoseshadows breakburnandends bornon19891989updates catchmenows casualllycruel saralucasi altoowhalealltoofuckingwell colldasyou dancinroundtheroom dancetothisbeat13dressuplikehipsters drunkswifts drunkonjealousy voguetaylor allt00swifttaylorsblood finallycleann eyesopen thankyouforsayingthat ithinkformeumswifteverythinhas-changed feariess fetusswift ialmostdo itsathugstory heldyourprideitsbeckyswift juniorjewels tenerifeseas lasttimes misstaylorswftkaleidoscopeofourmemories keepcruising gluegunscar nevereverskingdomlightsshine knowitslonggone outsofthewoodstwopaperairplanesflyingflyin onehandfeel picturetosburn officialtaylornationoutofthe89s outtoolates piecesintoplaces picturetoburns nightmaredressedlike-a-daydream scarletletterswift shakeitoffs timeerasingyou wednesdayinacafesandyoucallmeupagain jadesofwrong just-tswift swiftyeah andthisloveismusicistaylor thatpolaroidofus youpaintmeabluesky slaylorswiftqueen swift-stswiftdaily brickstheythrewatme coldhardgrounds passinnotesinsecrecyyoutaketheverybestofme wildsetdreams andwerun jencita palegingerbabiestellyouiminsane blankspaceandillwriteyourname youareworldsawaywewereinscreamingcolorrr ofloudheartbeat wonderstay wefoundwonderlandddthedirtydirtycheats thedirtydirtycheatsoftheworld areweouttathewoodsyetintheclearyetgood1989 allaroundtaylor you-are-love-swift shouldvesaidxnomakeyourwordscount 19eightaynine bae-tay colldasyou jadesofwrong lifeofswift1989 likeheyitsdibbles thatshowyougotthegirl all-thedamn-time cant-make-them-stay1989 penclick sheslikeohmygod1989 iwishyouwouid catsandconverse swift-ease smileactress casualllycruel youleftherallalone wonderstruck1312 timeerasingyou thenewromantics16 standing-inanicedress standinginastyledress g00d-girl-faith lovesagame-wanna-play cherry-skies-sweet-tea hellagoodmaeve tswifie swift-at-home yeahigotablankspacebaby two–paper–airplanes tenmonthsclean badguysgood clickingpensound mockingjayswiftie never-go-out-of-swift tour1989chile badbloodmadmadlove taylorshakeitoffswift perfect-13 thesehandshadtoletitgofree mess-of-a-dreamr krystal-swift comeinwiththerain13 wildestnewyork jg-1313 cas-uallycruel tswiftwonders13 isaidivebeentheretooafew-times fighting-dragons-since-1989 blood-runs-bad magicmadnessswift youreyeswerewiderthandistance winestainswift hellokittyswiftie wearetheffoxes betheweirdestlittleweird this-hope-is-treacherous taylorswiftandkittens adelaideswift13 taylorswift

so much love.