TOP 20 - 04/29/17
20) Katy Perry f/ Migos - Bon Appétit [Debut]
19) Calvin Harris f/ Frank Ocean & Migos - Slide [Debut]
18) Martin Garrix f/ Dua Lipa - Scared to be Lonely (-4)
17) Maroon 5 f/ Future - Cold [Debut]
16) Rihanna - Love on the Brain (-3)
15) Lorde - Green Light (+3)
14) Kehlani - Keep On [Debut]
13) Jason Derulo f/ Nicki Minaj & Ty Dolla $ign - Swalla (+3)
12) Ariana Grande f/ Future - Everyday (-1)
11) Julia Michaels - Issues (-2)
10) Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yankee f/ Justin Bieber - Despacito (+9)
9) Bruno Mars - That’s What I Like (+1)
8) Kygo & Selena Gomez - It Ain’t Me (-1)
7) The Chainsmokers & Coldplay - Something Just Like This (+1)
6) Dua Lipa - Be The One (-2)
5) Alesso - Falling (=)
4) Ed Sheeran - Shape of You (-1)
3) Zedd & Alessia Cara - Stay (+3)
2) Tinashe - Flame (=)
1) LADY GAGA - THE CURE (=)
Fitz & The Tantrums - HandClap
Afrojack & David Guetta f/ Ester Dean - Another Life
Cheat Codes f/ Demi Lovato - No Promises
Dean and his sister are captured by the Steins. Dean wakes up to see his sister hurt, and the mark takes over.
Author’s Note: An Anon request. “Could you do a one shot where Dean is captured by the Styne family and his little sister is there with him? He wakes up to see his sister hurt and the mark takes over.
As soon as Dean came home with the mark halfway hidden upon his arm, you knew things would change and not for the better. It was only a matter of time before it would take over, with someone getting hurt, or killed.
At first things seemed okay. Sam and Dean continued to hunt, looking for Abaddon while you stayed back, like always, manning the bunker and staying on top of research. Due to your somewhat normal life growing up, your half brothers had decided to keep you as far away from hunting as possible. While teaching you how to handle a gun and knife, they never expected you to actually use one.
When the deed had been done, and Abaddon had been taken care of, you thought things would be better. That was as far from the truth as possible. Dean’s spells grew worse, fighting the bloodlust had become much harder. Many times you were afraid to even run into him in the bunker’s hallway, not sure what direction his mood would have taken. He had never hurt you, but the look in his eyes, was enough to have you scurrying to you room.
It was there you were still, long after they had gone to help Charlie, a woman you considered a friend. Wishing she was okay, you had been forced to stay behind, due to the dangerous men following her. Not wanting to argue this time, you stayed back, looking through the various books the men of letters had procured, trying to find anything that would heal Dean. So far everything had been a dead end, and you were growing hopeless that you would ever find anything.
I like to think that if Merlin had actually had a chance to raise Aithusa, he’d probably treat her like a slightly larger than average cat. Playing with feathers to stimulate her hunting abilities, making little basket nests for her to sleep in, dressing her in tiny sweaters, the whole nine yards.
It was no secret that Lance had a crush on you but it was starting to get embarrassing. First, it was little cute notes under your door. Then he started helping you with your chores around the castle. Now he was trying every pick up line he could think of (he was even going to Shiro for help). You really just wanted him to ask you out already but you weren’t going to give in that easily. “Hey pretty lady”, Lance said sliding through the door. “Hello Lance”, you said barely taking your eyes off of your task. “So I know you’ve been working hard lately, let me finish this for you and maybe you and I can spend some time together.” His arm was draped over your shoulder as you placed the last bowl in the cabinet. “Are you trying to flirt? Because you’re embarrassing yourself”, you said calmly heading off to do your next chore. You thought that maybe it would deter him from following you but no such luck. He followed right behind you like an eager puppy dog. “Lance, I have things to do. Maybe we can talk later”, you said turning towards him. He gave you a quick pout before a sly grin formed on his face. “…..Or we could make out?” You rolled your eyes and pushed Lance out of the door. “I’ll see you later Lance.”
I was working on adding the pictures I took to my next set in the L 2 Cook series (and weeping silently over how bad they are. Seriously I’m probably going to look for stock photos instead.), and then I came up with a different slide idea. A better slide idea.
Ladies and Genltermen (and Everyone In Between), I give you: Is It Dishwasher Safe?
I hope you find it helpful! Obviously some things are not mentioned, like electric appliances. Though, I would hope everyone knows those get washed by hand. You did know that…..right?
PS. If you have any food requests you’d like to send in, now is the time! I plan to be cooking all Thanksgiving break long!
Update: @skreekos pointed out that some of the words were hard to make out with the different colored ovals behind them. I agreed, and changed them so they were one color and backed the whole text. If you reblogged before this: hooray you have a unique thing! If after: I hope it is easier to read!
————————————————————————————— AU: Avengers High School Warnings: None Notes: High School Days Masterlist.Hey guys… so here it is… the first part of my High School AU series! This is just kind of an introductory part, it’ll get into the real stuff in the next bit. Thankyou so much to everyone that helped me with ideas for this, @elegantgardenchaos, @mrs-quicksilver, @fandomcosmos and all of you that submitted your ideas! I hope you enjoy it, and your feedback is always welcomed! —————————————————————————————
“Marvel High is one of the most prestigious
schools in the state, not only do we pride ourselves on furthering the academic
capabilities of the bright young minds that attend this institution, but we
also produce some of the most capable and hardworking young people in the
country.” The balding man babbled, you think he’d said his name was Mr.
Coulson, but honestly you couldn’t remember that far back into the conversation.
He seemed perfectly nice, a little over enthusiastic maybe, but that wasn’t
always necessarily a bad thing. Picking at the hem of your t-shirt you
mindlessly nodded along to Coulson’s rant, even though in reality you’d stopped
listening what seemed like hours ago. Letting your eyes drift over the multiple
cases of trophies you wondered where exactly you’d fit in at this school. They
seemed to have awards and prizes for everything from archery to mechanics, and
from what this Coulson guy had been saying almost every student had their own
specialty in which they excelled.
“Miss L/N?” The blonde woman on the
reception desk called, causing your head to turn in her direction. Standing up
you headed over to the desk, murmuring in acknowledgment. “Here we have your
timetable, as well as a list of extra curriculars.” The lady smiled, sliding
over a small pack. “Thank you.” You nodded, quickly tucking the pieces of paper
under your arm. “I assume you’ve already spoken to the administrator about your
electives?” She asked, glancing at the computer screen in front of her. “Oh
yes, thank you.” You smiled back, nodding your head slightly. “Okay good then,
is there anything else I can help you with?” The receptionist asked kindly.
“Um, do you know where the student parking lot is?” You queried, brow furrowed
slightly. “Oh yes, I nearly forgot.” She
smiled, quickly passing you over a map of the school. “This should help you,
though if you do find yourself lost then don’t hesitate to come and find me.”
Returning the ladies smile you left with a murmured thank you.
Standing on the edge of the parking lot, you
glanced over your timetable. Most of your classes were fine, with the exception
of Algebra (that was just going to drag.) “What’s a nice girl like you doing in
a place like this?” A familiar voice spoke cockily, snapping you out of your
daze. “I was gonna ask you the same thing.” You smirked, looking up into the
face of your best friend. “Ohh you wound me sweetheart.” He grinned, clutching
his chest. “Oh yeah, I’m sure you’ll never be the same again.” You chuckled,
rolling your eyes at his exaggerated actions. Pulling you into a bear hug he
just chuckled as you squirmed to get free. “Get offa’ me Buck.” You giggled,
pushing him away slightly. “You really know how to hurt a man’s feelings, you
know that?” He smirked, looping an arm over your shoulders. “Oh yeah, might be
a good idea to take you down a few pegs.” You grinned, pushing him in the
stomach lightly. “So…” Bucky grinned, looking up at the large school in front
of you, “You’re officially a member of Marvel High now then?” He smirked
looking back down at you. “ I guess so.” You shrugged, wrapping an arm around
Blogional asked for a Lyanna Live adn is teh lady of Dragonstone, now Lyanna isn’t the Lady of Dragonstone in this but she does live and her and Jon travel North to see the starks. Might make this a series, Ill see how I go
Winterfell was a formidable castle, dark and covered in the shadows of
winter’s clouds. Jon Targaryen sat on his black stallion, a gift from his now
deceased father The King of the Nine Kingdoms, and stared up at the castle. He
felt like it stared back at him, judging him for his southern clothes, southern
accent and southern horse. Nothing about him was Northern, he wasn’t born into
snow and his face while rarely smiling didn’t hold the deep frown that was so
popular amongst the North.
His mother rode upside him, ever the Northerner, her horse a brown Clydesdale
fitted into the back drop of winter so well Jon could have sworn she had never
left the north. She had wrapped herself in furs and worn leather. She
smiled at the castle and took a deep breath of the frozen air.
What about Heathers for the genderswap thing? Or Footloose?
Heathers: Answered previously here and here (it’s a favorite of mine).
Footloose: Oh my god. Sign. Me. Up! I’d love to see a cool girl from the Big City head down to a small town and start upsetting the status quo. She will totally join the gymnastics team and start trying to get a school dance to happen. And a girl being called out by the town for being too sexual and wanting to incite the youth to sin with ~~dancing~~ is so on point. Ren just wants to dance, you old white men need to stop sexualizing her actions (Ren may also be a WOC in this version because that’s icing on the cake for the outsider trying to be accepted in a conservative southern town).
And the bad boy preacher’s son is…such a classic trope, I love it. (Let’s not swap the adults.) But also Aaron’s girlfriend is pretty emotionally abusive and sometime violent, and it’s important to see men suffering this in relationships. Oh man, and also Aaron being all secretly poetic and deep with dreams of wanting to get out of this town even as he cheats death/danger?? I didn’t realize how much I needed this until now.
Willard stays a boy. Because I really want to see fem!Ren teaching an ungainly wrestler boy how to dance and it’s not weird or awkward or sexually charged or whatever. Just a close platonic friendship between a guy and a girl. Because we really need to see more of that in the media. And if she’s kinda tiny and he’s big and she’s literally shoving him around and dragging him about…it’ll be adorable. And then he defends her from the bullies she is already (capably) fighting on her own because NO ONE messes with his BFF Ren, she is a LADY.
Showed up for my first day of volunteering at the hospital and had to leave without even getting to do anything bc I’m wearing jeans…… “It was on the orientation slides,” the lady tells me. Well,,,there was a lot of information on those slides, lady… “You can go change.” I DON’T OWN KHAKIS, LADY. I’m dressed in a collared polo (bc to volunteer you can only wear collared shirts) and have a long sleeve shirt underneath it in 90 degree weather bc tattoos aren’t allowed to be visible,,, And they send me home bc of my (v nice, v clean and professional) JEANS. I’m giving y'all six hours of my time every week for FREE and y'all,,,are gonna make me go out and buy khakis and actually own khakis AND COVER MY WHOLE ARM BC OF A SMALL TATTOO ABOVE MY ELBOW (it just says “Gale” in script, like ??? fight me???).
i started getting paranoid about this fic again, so i’m posting what i have as a christmas present i guess???? this fic is turning out longer than i thought, so it’ll take another part or two to cover everything. please enjoy!
In which Adrien is completely gone on Marinette, who is seriously questioning her sanity, and Gabriel continues to be The Worst™.