just finished watching again

Until We Meet Again 

Guess who just finished watching Seven Deadly Sins and is back at it again with the High School AUs? Yup it’s me. Sorry if you hate this. 

OH! Shout out to @lillybeth-13 for the support, encouragement, and proof reading. 

“C’mon,” Ban said, drawing out the word to last a few more seconds than necessary. “Just go do it. A dare’s a dare, there’s no backing down now, cap’in.”

Meliodas sighed, shifting his eyes to the right to gaze at his target. A girl was sitting alone at a table by the window, her long, pale hair shinning in the light filtering in. She was different than how he’d remembered her. The hair especially. Still…

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Happy release day everyone!!! 

Cr: Documentary Film ~ Are You Happy ~

Sweet Words of Mine

Summary:  A trip down memory lane as Bucky tries to find the right time to tell you how he feels.

Word Count: 2,213

Warnings: Slight angst. Brief smut.

A/N: This is a re-write of a Dean Winchester fic. It’s based on Norah Jones’ “Those Sweet Words.”

Originally posted by xmidnight-moonlightx

Your eyes fluttered opened, your boyfriend’s face a blur. Yet you could recognize the long, dark hair. You felt him shake you, hear his voice from afar. Lips upturning, you tried to convey to him just how happy you were that he was there with you. Yet when your eyes focused on his, they were full of desperation, of frustration. You wanted to ask him what was wrong, why did he look so distressed? Yet the darkness swept you up and you gave in to it.

“Bucky, come on!” You grabbed his hand, dragging him with you through the throng of people waiting to enter the stadium. Your favorite band was on tour and were currently in New York City and you were more than excited to hear them.

“There are too many people,” said Bucky, grouchy expression prompting a laugh from you.

“Look!” you exclaimed, pointing at a security guard. “Maybe he can help us find our seats.”

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And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast…

may i present to you, that beauty and the beast au featuring leon as the beast and the king of the heavens as the enchantress

click to read the stuff on the bottom

Jensen Ackles Should Have a Shelf Full of Emmys

Just finished my summer re-watch of season four and once again it breaks my heart that Jensen Ackles has never been nominated for an Emmy. I know it is because it is a CW genre show, but it still upsets me hat he will never get the recognition that he deserves for his portrayal of Dean Winchester. He can write a whole novel with one look. He can go from goofy to heartbreaking with such ease that it takes my breath away. He becomes Dean Winchester. Not just with words, but with his whole body and soul. You SEE the character in his eyes and that is rare. I hope someday he is given the opportunity to do a small independent character drama and that he finally gets the recognition he deserves.


i had this in my drafts for like a week i think idk bc i wanted to edit/fix it but oH Well just take it [x]

Wicked Games (1)

Originally posted by baekhyunstolemyeyeliner

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Inspired by Wicked Games - The Weeknd  

“So tell me you love me
(Only for tonight, only for the night)
Even though you don’t love me”

References to song lyrics will be written in bold.

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Swearing, Drug abuse.

Member: Sehun


It was like a drug, the way the music controlled your body’s movements. The way it forcefully entered your soul and became master of your mind, taking you on a high that no other drug could do. Dancing was always your passion since you could remember and you knew that you wanted to spend the rest of your life doing it.

But not like this.

Your life hadn’t turned out the way you had wanted it to. Losing your parents at a young age, you were thrown into an orphanage because you had no other family who wanted to look after you. After you reached 18 and it was time to look after yourself, this was the only thing. You struggled at school, but dancing helped. Your dream was to go to the most prestigious dancing school in the country, your life was centered around going there and you were confident that you would be able to make it there, but life was cruel and you couldn’t afford the fees. 

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Jealous // Cole Sprouse

Hiii :) I’m not sure if you’re taking requests but if you are, please could you write something super fluffy where you’re best friends with Dylan and Cole’s your boyfriend and he gets jealous of all the time you spend with dylan or something? I don’t know, basically just something really cute with both my boys :) xx

Warnings: Angst, Arguing

Word Count: 1,367

Characters: Cole Sprouse, Dylan Sprouse

A/N: I merged this in with the song ‘Woman’ by Harry Styles because I thought it fit well. I’m not sure, but yeah. There will be a part 2 x

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“Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and then see what we find?” You spoke, walking into the living room of your and Cole’s shared apartment, looking at the blonde who was sitting on the couch. You handed the bowl of popcorn to Dylan, sitting down next to him and looking at your phone to see if Cole had messaged you.

“When does Cole get back?” Dylan asked, already looking on the ‘Romantic Comedies’ sub-genre on Netflix, scrolling through the movies. You looked at your phone, seeing the time he had texted you. “He get backs after midnight, so yeah.” You grabbed a few pieces of popcorn, popping them in your mouth and waiting for Dylan to pick a movie.

Since Cole had gone somewhere close by with the cast for an interview of some sort, you had stayed behind, since he would only be gone for a day. You had invited his brother over, since you were quite bored and you needed someone to watch a movie with. You and Dylan had quite a close relationship, since he was one of your best friends, and had introduced you to Cole.


“Okay, okay!” You laughed, handing Dylan the controller, letting him pick the movie again. You had just finished watching the second movie (you had picked both of them) and Dylan wanted to pick the next one. “What is the time?” You asked, grabbing his wrist to look at the watch. It was only 10:25 at night. You took a deep breath, standing up and stretching your arms above your head, feeling the bones pop in your back.

Dylan was sat on the couch, going through the movies on Netflix once again as you walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge. “Do you want a drink, Dyl?!” You called out, pulling the jug of orange juice from the fridge, placing it on the counter. “Yeah, sure!” He called out. You poured the juice into two cups, about to grab them when you heard your phone ring. “Can you answer that?” You asked, putting the jug back in the fridge. Hearing Dylan on your phone made you a bit nervous. What if it was your boss, or your doctor or your parents?

You walked into the living room, placing the cups down on the coffee table. Dylan’s arm was resting across the back of the couch, ankle resting on his knee as he spoke to the person on the other line of your phone. “Who is it?” You asked quietly, sitting on the edge of the coffee table and taking a sip from the cup.

“Cole,” Dylan spoke, a smile on his lips. “Want to talk to him?” Dylan handed the phone to you, making you smile. You held the phone to your ear, standing up and walking towards the kitchen.

“Hey there, handsome.” You grinned, leaning against the counter and hearing his voice through the speaker. “Hey there, beautiful. How are you?” He asked. You could hear the rest of the cast chatting, and you could just imagine him leaning against the window, looking at the scenery passing by and his headphones shoved in his ear, a smile on his lips as the others all teased him about him being lovey-dovey.

“I’m going good, thank you. Dylan’s just been invited over because I have nothing to do. So we’re just watching movies.” You ran your fingers through your hair, hearing the huff in his voice. “What?”

“Nothing. Just, hang tight. I’ll be home soon.” He took a deep breath, hesitating on the last three words. “I love you.”

“I love you too…”


I’m selfish, I know.

But I don’t ever want to see you with him.

I’m selfish, I know.

I told you, but I know you never listen.

I hope you can see, the shape that I’m in,

While he’s touching your skin.

He’s right where I should, where I should be,

But you’re making me bleed.

Cole walked into the apartment, being as quiet as he could. It was past 1am and the car had just dropped him off. He dropped his back pack at the door, kicking off his shoes and hanging his jacket on the hooks mounted to the wall. He saw that the TV was still on, so he walked towards the lounge. Seeing the familiar head of his brother, he had hoped that you had fallen asleep on either the other end of the couch, or in your shared bedroom.

“Dylan?” He whispered, not sure if he was awake. When he got no response, he sighed, tiptoeing towards the TV. He ran his fingers through his hair, looking on the couch. Once he had seen how you and Dylan were positioned, he felt… jealous. Your head was rested on Dylan’s thigh, soft snores and parted lips. Dylan was slouched quite weirdly, making sure you were comfortable. His arm was resting on your side, but he did look like he was about to fall over.

Cole took a deep breath, gently nudging you, in hopes that you would wake up the first time. You were usually a light sleeper, which was annoying when he woke up early for meetings, but you’d end up going back to sleep after he left. “Babe?” Cole whispered, looking up at Dylan, making sure he didn’t wake up his twin.

A small sound came from your lips, your eyelids fluttering as you looked up at the blurry figure in front of you. You took a deep breath, slowly sitting up and rubbing your eyes. You were still a bit drowsy, but a lazy smile came across your lips as you saw the figure of your boyfriend kneeling in front of you. “Hey, there.” You smiled, taking his hands as he pulled you up, bringing you to your chest.

“C’mon, let’s get you to bed.” Cole let you go, but still held your hand. “Is Dylan going to be comfortable on the couch? We can wake him up and let him sleep in the guest room,” you spoke softly, looking over your shoulder, seeing Dylan’s figure still sitting up. Cole sighed, rolling his eyes. “He’s going to be fine, (y/n). I’ll wake him up after I get you to bed.” Cole opened the bedroom door, letting you walk in first. He closed the door softly behind the both of you

“How was the interview?” You murmured, pulling your shirt off and undoing your bra. You looked through your drawers, pulling out a shirt and putting it on. You slipped your leggings off, dumping the dirty clothes in the basket and stretching your arms above your head. “It was decent. The usual. They tried to get season 2 out of us. But yeah.” Cole shrugged. He was still a little annoyed about how you had been spending time with Dylan and that you didn’t tell him. You looked at him, furrowing your eyebrows a little. “Are you okay?” You asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I don’t ever want to see you with Dylan. Especially not like that,” Cole blurted out, crossing his arms over his chest. “Do you know how that makes me feel?”

“Cole… He’s my best friend…” You looked up at the brunette, biting your lip. “No. He is my brother, and I don’t want you hanging around him anymore! I know, I’m selfish. Yes, I am! You’re mine and I don’t want him stealing you away!” Cole exclaimed, making you stand up, pulling a pair of plaid pants on.

“You’re crazy!” You exclaimed, walking out of the bedroom and to the couch, seeing Dylan still asleep, but now laying down. You threw a blanket over him, grabbing your phone and turning the TV off. You huffed, seeing him following you. “You are absolutely crazy and I am sleeping in the spare bedroom until you get your marbles back!” You whisper-yelled, opening the spare room door and going to close it in his face, but he was quick and knew your movements.

“(Y/N)!” Cole groaned, standing in the doorway, but you pushed him into the hallway.

“I’ll talk to you in the morning.” You hissed, shutting the door in his face.

4 & 32-Spencer Reid

4. “Look, I love you, but it’s four in the morning.”
32. “I’m sorry, are you joking or are you really wondering?”

The chirping of your phone angrily pulled you out of your sleep. Rubbing your eyes you sat up and glared at the contraption. Straining, you managed to see it was Reid calling you. You smirked. Maybe he had just finished watching a five hour long Russian play again. You reached over and snagged your phone,

“Hello?” you answered.
“Hey Y/N. I was wondering if you could answer something for me. You said you studied a bit of Shakespeare back in college, right?”
“Mmhmm,” you murmured.
“Okay, okay, good. Now what I’m actually curious about is if Shakespeare had written any ‘your mom’ jokes in the dialogue.”
You arched a surprised brow. “I’m sorry, are you joking or are you actually wondering?
“I’m serious, Y/N,” he replied with a giggle.
“Did Derek put you up to this, Spence?” you asked.
“I’m actually debating this with Garcia. She says his plays are filled with them. I, on the other hand, don’t think they were supposed to be taken that way. Rather I took it as Shakespeare added another layer to his already existing archetypes and how they-”
“Spence,” you cut him off, quieting him down, “I’m not the only person who’s studied Shakespeare.”
“True, but you’re one of the few I knew. And you always answer. Now, was it actually a joke to be funny or-”
Look, I love you, but it’s four in the morning. Can this wait til I get in?”
Spencer smiled against the phone. “You love me?”
You chuckled. “Of course I do. It’s why we’re dating.”
“It’s just we, we haven’t said it yet.”
Your own smile grew. “Is that so, Doctor Spencer Reid?”
You heard him laugh. “I-I-I love you too, Y/N.”
“Enough to let me go back to bed?” you teased.
He smirked. “Not quite yet.”

Your smirk broadened. You bit your lip as your boyfriend continued to ramble on. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea for him to call this late.


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synth-tears  asked:

I know the feeling of last anon. Last year I was actually cross stitching a really cool Rick image. I was going to frame it and give it to my bf for his birthday. Then we broke up and I just thought I could never finish it or even watch the series again. It turned out that months later I managed to make the series something of mine again, idk how. I finished my cross stitched Rick for myself and I'm eagerly waiting for season 3 now. I felt like sharing this.

I’m glad you shared. It hurts when something you like is sullied by a bad experience, and it’s awesome that you took it back!

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