Hi! About the song Jensen played at the end of the second J2 panel that made Jared so emotional, some people say on the youtube comments that it could be the intro to Sweet Home Alabama. I'm not sure, I don't recognize it but it's maybe a version I don't know. What do you think?
Hi. I think Jensen was playing intro to sweet home Alabama to Jared…
In response to this ask. Sorry, for taking more time then necessary to answer. Ok, so I think you are right. Just listen to Jensen and an original acoustic version. Sure seems pretty similar to me.
I wonder if Jared saw Jensen “Sweet Home Alabama” performance from Jib6 in 2015. In my headcanon he did see it, and I don’t know if it was important to them earlier or it became after that, but Jared’s face when he realizes what Jensen’s playing it, is well, take a look yourself:
[Can I just take a second to appreciate the way Jared looks right here. *ARMS* *SINGLE LAYER* *HAIR IN HIS FACE* *TOO MUCH SEXY CUTENESS*]
Cute little smile, biting his lower lip, dimples on display (am I seeing things or did his dimples actually deepened there at one point), his whole demeanor right then was so shy. *sigh*
And then look at Jensen:
Look at this fucker. He’s so pleased with himself (he should be, tbh), and that little satisfied smile right at the end. Yeah, make no mistake, that song must be important to them.
I liked this song just fine, and then JIB6 happened and it gave me a new meaning and I’m sure you have some songs with the great meaning to you, so you know how it is. I’ll listen to it now even more fondly then after JIB6.
You know, I think Jensen likes Lynyrd Skynyrd (”well, DUH”, said the voices in my head), he sang “Sweet Home Alabama” to Jared when Jared wasn’t there, and he played it now, and he sang “Simple Man” to Jared at the concert at Orion yesterday (c’mon, his eyes were on Jared every couple seconds, of course he sang it to him).
Tbh, Jensen serenading Jared is one of my favorites. 😍 😍 😍 😍 😍 😍
Or Nah: Reader and Bucky are doing their routine workout before an extremely important mission, which doesn't go as planned when Bucky shows her his own playlist he made.
A/N: I've always wondered what would happen if Sam introduced Bucky to some really dirty songs! I was dying while writing this haha! If you want to hear the song while you read it’s right here! :D I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Very dirty song lyrics, pls beware lol. Bucky being a flirty little shit. Slight secondhand embarrassment.
You let out a small sigh as you placed the weight in your hand down. You had been in the gym for a solid two hours, working out for the mission that was coming up later that week. It was a pretty big one, and you wanted to make sure you were ready for anything and everything. Bucky, who would be your partner for the mission had agreed to join you for the workout, and to your surprise, he even offered to chose the playlist.
Ever since he and Sam had been hanging out more often, they’ve been able to catch him up on various modern things, mostly music. You knew that Bucky had been spending time listening to the new wave of music on his little ipod you had given him for his birthday, but you had no idea what songs Sam had put on there for him.
You and he had grown pretty close ever since Bucharest, and dare you admit, you liked him. A bit much for just friends, but you’d never tell him. There were sometimes when you swore he was reciprocating your feelings, but you always brushed it off as simple flirtatious teasing. Steve always said that’s how he used to be back in the day.
You just figured it was some nineties rap or something, which wasn’t unlikely.
The last song had ended, leaving the two of you in that awkward five second silence before the next song began.
Do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah? You can ride my face until you dripping cum Can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah? Can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?
Your eyes nearly fell out of your head at how wide you were staring at him. He paid no attention to you, as he was in his own little world. He lowly sung along to the song as he lifted the weights in his hands. The way he spoke the lyrics, you knew damn well that he had heard the song quite a bit.
You swallowed loudly as you watched Bucky work out. The black tank top he wore clung to his body, which was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. His arms flexed in such a delicious way each time he brought the weight up, almost as if he was showing off everything he had.
His hair was pulled back in a messy bun, with a few rebellious strands falling in front of his face. Your eyes analyzed the way his jaw clenched each time he flexed, and the way his lips pursed. His brow was furrowed with concentration as he worked out, his eyes staring forward at the grand mirror in front of him as he watched himself.
And Jesus, that metal arm. It shifted and clicked with each movement, and you honestly found yourself wondering how on earth you could be attracted to a prosthetic limb. Regardless, you’ve wanted it and him.
After making sure you weren’t drooling over him, you peered back up at his face, expecting him to still be in his own little world. But to your horror, he was staring right at you. His mouth was curved upwards into a little, fascinated smile as he watched you. Regardless, he continued singing along to the song.
You gonna run it for these hundreds, girl, or nah? Show me is you really ‘bout your money, girl, or nah? Don’t play with a boss, girl, take it off Take it for a real one You gonna get it all
You watched as he sung to you, his eyes traveling down your body. You blushed even deeper as you took in the raunchy lyrics. You had no idea why Sam would introduce him to this. Steve would probably have several heart attacks at once if he showed up.
Bucky set down the weights in his hand with a loud clank, pulling you out of your thoughts. He made sure to give you a show as he reached behind himself and slipped the tank top from his body, tossing it to the side. He made his way over to the chin up bar, which was located directly across from you. By now, you were trying to relieve some of the arousal that was pooling between your legs by pressing them together.
Bucky placed his hands on the bar, and slowly began lifting himself upwards, peering over at you, still singing those damn lyrics.
Is you really 'bout your money or nah? Can you really take dick or nah? Can I bring another bitch or nah? Is you with this shit or nah?
Your eyes immediately went to his body, watching as every single muscle flexed as he lifted himself up. His gray sweatpants hung low on his waist, giving you a perfect view of the V of his waist. You so desperately wanted to see just a few more inches, but you knew better. He was teasing you, and you were falling right into the trap.
Not being able to take it anymore, you stood from your seat and began walking towards the bench press. You lie back onto the bench, pressing your hands onto the bar tightly. But before you could even get started, you felt a pair of hands wrap around your legs and pull you away.
You squeaked, trying to balance yourself. Before you could sit upwards, you were pressed back down by a metal hand. Bucky hovered over you, smirking devilishly as he placed both of his hands on either sides of your head, trapping you underneath him. You felt so small, and couldn't fight the blush that was now spread throughout your chest and face.
Girl, is you sucking me or fucking me or nah? Can I bring another bitch? Let’s have a threesome Keep saying you’s a freak, you gon’ prove it or nah?
“Hey, Buck,” Sam called as he entered the room. His eyes staring down at the ipod in his hands, completely unaware of what was going on in front of him.
“I think I accidentally took yo- WHOA!”
You immediately covered your face with your hands. This was not what you hoped the outcome would be at all! You were hoping for some steamy make out sessions or maybe even Bucky’s head between your legs, but this was absolutely not what you wanted. Sam would never let you guys live this down.
Bucky cleared his throat awkwardly as he stared at his friend, his eyes flickering between the two of you with a sheepish smile.
“Man,” He whistled as he listened to the song blaring from the speakers. “I always knew you were a closet freak, Y/N.’” With a cackle, Sam turned on his heel and exited the gym.
Not before calling over his shoulder that he had a very interesting story for dinner tonight.
“Says the actress of her and Joseph Fiennes’ characters: ”[Fiennes
and I] are the villains. Suddenly Trump is elected, and all this
negative behavior comes to light. I start seeing these parallels between
[my character’s] actions and what Trump’s doing. It’s in a weird way an
inspiration but also a horrid parallel.“
Yvonne Strahovski photographed April 21 at The Beekman in New York for Hollywood Reporter [x]
I spent more time cropping this together than I should have, but I wanted to compare these two side by side because they’ve got a lot of similarities personality wise and it shows in how they stand and express themselves. However, that’s not where I wanted to go.
Let’s talk Team Forestfire
Actually I wanted to know just how over sized Keith’s jacket would be on Pidge. I also wanted to see just how tall he is compared to her. I noted several things when I layered their arms/torsos on top of one another to compare them. First that while Keith’s arms are longer than hers and his shoulders are set a little farther apart: Pidge’s arms are the same width as his, also her mid and lower torso are the same width as well, but her torso is shorter than his. Not by much though. So this leads me to believe his jacket would hang longer on her in the sleeves and longer on the torso, but there wouldn’t be all that much extra slack in the width of the torso of the jacket. I like to note that one would only see the tips of her fingers peak out. Separately while on the subject of borrowing clothing/items from each other, if Keith borrowed her glasses he instantly looks ten times more anime. He also looks older. Pidge conversely looks younger without her glasses.
Also side note: does Pidge need those glasses to correct her vision? They clearly have glass in them, she’s clearly wearing something with a prescription. So what happened did she wear contacts before hand or something?
Jumping back to personalities now: these two are both exceptionally smart, very stubborn, and are both sarcastic. Although I’d say Pidge more so than Keith. Though Keith is more stubborn than Pidge. They also both have parental issues and authority issues.
I enjoy comparing these two. So feel free to tack on headcanons, theories, and other observations below. I thirst for theories and headcanons!
this was a request by inyournightmares97, thank you and keep them coming in :)
summary: you and your boyfriend go out for a walk by the river and decide to drink a little. You get a bit tipsy and blurt out that you don’t like how he always wears snapbacks because they cover his beautiful face.
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photo not mine
Your night had started off how it always did. Mark and you both sitting snuggled on the couch going through Instagram and reading articles. Then Mark turns to you and says “you know this doesn’t happen often, but I want to go out.” The two of you decide to buy beers at the convenience store and go for a walk by the river. The evening breeze is a cool as your drinks and both of you walk in comfortable silence.
After two cans you have become pretty tipsy, and Mark has yet to show any signs of the same. You reach a spot where both of you can sit and watch the sunset. “Darling~~” You say almost slurring. He just laughs. “Yes~~” He sings back, imitating you. “Is there anything you wou-would change about me?~” He doesn’t even pause before you hear “Of course not. Why do you have one for me?” You laugh and say “Let me see…”
You motion for him to stand up you twirl your finger around, and just for your amusement, he does a spin.You examine everything his perfect feet, and skinny long legs, his toned torso that you could still imagine under his layers of clothes; his arms that had held you a thousand times; his sculpted collar bones and soft kissable neck. But as you scanned upward his face was masked by the front of his snapback. A signature piece for Mark, but an inconvenience to you.
Yvonne Strahovski, Samira Wiley, Bruce Miller, Elisabeth Moss and Joseph Fiennes were photographed April 21 at The Beekman in New York [x]
Extract from Hollywood Reporter Closer Look cast discussion.
MOSS: The great thing that Yvonne did is bring
that vulnerability. I had times when we’d do a scene together and look
at each other, and all of a sudden we were just two women in different —
both terrible — circumstances.
STRAHOVSKI: There were so many times where I just wanted to give her a hug.
MOSS: She would say that! “I’m so sorry. She’s awful, isn’t she?” And I was like, “I get it.”
To add on to the biologist matt head canon, matt find out the alteans have a healing pod so is like "awh yeah, perfect opportunity to explain how technology can make a race weaker" and he borrows keiths knife or something and cuts himself to explain the healing factor of humans and allura and coran are freaking out because matts intuition is correct and alteans healing factor is shit
matt: aha!! so the plasticity of your structure has negative impacts elsewhere – actually, i wonder if your inability to heal is directly linked to your shapeshifting abilities, meaning that the literal mechanism which causes your shapeshifting impairs your white blood cells, or whatever the altean equivalent is? or is it just a side effect? like, since you can blend in, you get hurt less often, and therefore quick and efficient healing was never selected for? actually, why can’t you just use shapeshifting to heal wounds? would you mind running some tria–
allura: [pale and freaking out as coran layers bandages around matt’s arm] MATT WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT
some armors + casual outfits. velaris would honestly rather leave ferelden to the darkspawn, but alistair’s sad puppy eyes are universally crippling, shem or no
this woulda been smaller if i knew how to leave well enough alone :^) but dalish & fereldan fashions are cool and i love thinking about them. i have like a dozen outfit ideas sketched on index cards around my room somewhere. lots of leather tbh (i may someday get around to doing them proper)
bonus poofy pants (i cant imagine those actually existing in thedas outside orlais…)
*SEND REQUESTS* Pietro Maximoff Imagine: Words: 6.1K Masterlist: x
From a very young age you knew you were different. Your parents back in Sokovia, they hid you away in the shadows never letting you leave the home; not even once. You can’t remember the day well, all you could remember was men it suits, horrible men in suits, pinning you down and constricting your every movement, the way they acted when you looked back now, the men were afraid of you, afraid because they did not understand. Five years old, Five, and you watched your parents being shot through the skull. On their knees with their ankles crossed screaming about how much they loved you. Things like that you can never forget, they are imprinted on the front of your brain, some nights you couldn’t sleep because every time that you closed your eyes all you would see was blood, their blood; your parents blood.
They took you from your home, your life, well as much life someone could have within the four walls of your house. You never knew until a few years ago why they had took you, turns out they discovered your abilities with the elements and wanted to experiment, make you a weapon of HYDRA. Not once did you let them use you, you had better morals than that. So, what did they do when you resisted, they punished you. Any experiment they needed a test subject for they would always go first to you. That’s how you maintained the other ability, the ability to control electricity. To this day you did not know what experiment they were performing but you remember the generator exploding and electricity flowing through you. Ever since that day you understood that what they did had a positive outcome; they made you even stronger.
That was the last experiment they ever carried out on you, mere hours later SHIELD agents stormed the building and killed every man and woman in sight; except you. It was one of Fury’s first missions in charge and when he met you he saw a glimpse of the civilians that were taken up in this atrocity. Although he knew you weren’t just a civilian at this point you were a terrified eight year old girl with powers way beyond your control. Fury made it his personal mission to give you back your life. An idea he never once gave up on.