let us all take a moment to appreciate the height difference

Better Books. [Beast! Prince Adam Oneshot].

I’M SUCH TRASH. I’m pairing this with another one of my imagines: Where Adam Tells you his name.

Originally posted by braedens

Title: Better Books.
Pairing: Implied! Beast!Prince Adam x Reader.
Words: 1,522.
Rating: K.


After scanning the shelves for what seemed like hours, you had finally found the book you were looking for. Laughing softly in victory, you figured that Adam must have hidden it from you to assure that you didn’t read it again. You could hear his voice inside of your mind, ‘There are better things to read than that.’

You held the book in your hands close to your chest. Rubbing the spine gently, you felt somewhat conscious of the blue eyes lingering on you longingly from across the spacious room. Whether out of nerves or slight curiosity, you let one of your feet dangle from the ladder in the library, swinging around slightly so you could look back at Adam with a tender gaze. He was perched in a chair, sitting in what little sunlight was leaking into the castle from the overcast sky outside. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the sort of warm sunlight that soaked into your skin and made you feel a little more happy and optimistic. It was a dreary sort of sunlight that would bounce off you and create somewhat negative vibes. Fortunately though, you strode around with your own positivity the darkness that seemed to mindlessly drape around the entire residency.

By the time you looked back at him, he tried his best to seem completely invested in the book instead of the back of your head, but you knew better. It was something new between the two of you and has become more and more frequent. The stolen glances, as if it were forbidden to actually look at one another and allow yourself to be caught doing so. You had only stumbled upon the castle a month ago, and between then and now, he has actually warmed up to you surprisingly well. After all, it had only been a week or so since he felt comfortable telling you his name so you didn’t have to stumble around what to call him exactly.

Stepping off the ladder with a small ‘thud’ as you jumped onto the marble floor, you studied the book in your hand and made your way to the seat across from him. Adam noticed of course, watching you from his peripherals as you sauntered your way towards him and sat down.

Adam cleared his throat, setting his book down in his lap. “What’ve you got there?” He inquired, using his head to gesture to the gently worn out book in your hands. If he moved just right in his spot, the dim sunlight coming in through the large windows shined off his horns, somewhat reminding you of how water shimmered in the light.

You seemed a bit shameful when you answered quietly, “Romeo And Juliet.”

“Uhck.” He murmured softly, scrunching his face in mind disgust, “Have you not read that enough? It’s such a tragic story. The romance, the pining, the unforgiving end. That book will be in three pieces by the time you’re done with it. There’s so many books here, why choose the same one over and over?” Adam’s curiosity was legitimate. He never saw the wonder in romance like you seemed to. To him, they all seemed the same and never seemed to have the absolutely ideal ending.

You laughed quietly, “It may be. At least it’s a book that you don’t seem to care about. I’m sure I could set it on fire and you’d probably be very happy that I did.” Shrugging your shoulders, you rubbed the spine once again and answered simply, “It’s a bittersweet tale. I like that it’s not perfect. That’s what makes it enjoyable. Anyway, why does it matter what I read? It’s not like you’re the one reading it.”

He nodded his head in agreement. Thankfully, he wasn’t the one reading it, but he still argued, a bit more innocent and playful this time, “Perhaps, I can show you another story that’s just as good.”

“I dare you to show me one that I’ll love more than this one.” You held the book up and sat it down on the table to your right. “You’ve read everything in here, so I’m sure you can find one.”

Adam stood up, completely towering over you before holding a paw out for you to take. You smiled at him, accepting the help and let him lift you from your seat. “I accept your challenge. I’ve got just the book.” The smile he gave you was the gentlest thing you had encountered and left your heart swimming in an unknown feeling. You wanted nothing more than to see that smile for the rest of your days. Adam hesitated, but eventually let go of your warm hand before striding to the left. You followed closely, biting down on your bottom lip.

What was the feeling in your chest? It was as if someone had lit a thousand candles and let them burn inside of you. You denied any previous thoughts of adoration for Adam, telling yourself that you couldn’t possibly feel anything more than forced friendship for someone who was keeping you here. But at this point, the sensation in your heart was making you question your own words. There was no doubt some sort of attraction between the two of you. The hidden gazes, the gentle strokes of your hand against his arm while you pass him books.

If he let you go, who’s to say you wouldn’t want to willingly stay here with him? You would stay. Even if he didn’t ask, you would stay. But, why?

“Here.” His voice boomed you back to reality. Swallowing softly, you looked up at him with reddened cheeks before letting your gaze drop to the book in his hand. Taking a shaky breath in, you took it from his hands and studied it carefully. It seemed a bit more worn than ‘Romeo and Juliet’, the spine exceedingly bent at the moment, stirring you to ask, “Have you read this a lot?”

“More than most books here. It’s one of the books my mother used to read to me when I was a child.” Adam admitted softly, letting his icy eyes admire your reaction to the book. “It’s the only romance I can actually bear to finish.” He said without thinking. “You see uh— I never finish them, usually. Romances, at least. I leave them off in the ideal place, almost….”

“Afraid of ruining it with the actual ending.” You finished his sentence for him. Adam seemed astonished that you had actually understood. Pressing it to your chest, you sighed and whispered to him, “You’re taking an opportunity away from yourself though. If you never read the ending, you’re not reading it in the way it was intended to be read. Some…” You clutched the book a bit harder, something he noticed as your knuckles were turning while, “Some stories have a happy ending that are so out of sight that you need to keep reading on. You can’t let one bad ending be the reason why you can’t enjoy other endings.”

There was no fighting your words because as Adam let them sink into his mind, he came to realize that you were completely right. He opened his mouth, ready to discourse but couldn’t find anything to say. He couldn’t. He was in such a position that you words were undoubtedly true. Before the curse, his ending was a bad one, though he prolonged it for as long as possible. It took a sharp turn and seemed even worse for a while before you came waltzing into his life, giving the slightest shimmer that perhaps even he could have a happy ending in a story otherwise full of despair, darkness and hate.

“Let me know what you think.” Adam said quietly, looking at the book in your hands. “I hope… you like it.”

Reaching up, you pressed your hand to the right side of his face and completely captivated his attention. The affection was sudden and seemed to leave Adam completely defenseless as you smiled sweetly at him. It was a tender stroke and reminded him of the last time that he had actually been touched so affectionately. It had been years. If it weren’t for the dramatic height difference, he could look at you eye to eye and if given permission, he would have kissed you. Just to see a response, to see that if getting his hopes up wasn’t just a waste now that there were only a few more petals left on the enchanted rose.

Adam was certain he could kiss you regardless, catching you off guard. The nagging voice inside of his head worried that you didn’t want it though, and so he refrained as best he could and tilted his head towards your hand.

You let your hand linger on him for much longer than needed, eventually bringing it from the side of his face to his wide shoulder before walking back to your spot in the small amount of sunlight. It was his time to follow you back. Sitting down, you stared up at him and gave a warm smile, “I’m sure I’ll love it.”


EYYYYY. Thanks for reading! Reblogs and likes are appreciated! :D 

Light of My Life

A Shawn Mendes one-shot.

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 "No no no no no. No.” 

 With a groan, I hit Shawn on the shoulder, signalling for him to shut up and turn off his alarm that blared through our hotel room. He shut the alarm off and trapped my hand between his arm and his chest, continually whining about how much he didn’t want to get up from the nap we had just taken. 

“I love naps so much, Shawn.” I muttered, nuzzling my head in the crook between his shoulder and the bed. The setting sun peaked through the closed blinds of our hotel room and directly across Shawn’s bare chest. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. “Why are you so hot?” I muttered. Shawn let out a sleepy laugh and kissed my knuckles. 

 “I really don’t want to get up, babe.” he sighed. I propped my head up on his chest to get a good look at him. His eyes looked tired, and his hair was wonderfully fluffy and curly from sleep. 

 “Me neither Shawn. I’m still hungover from last night.” I complained. Shawn laughed.  

 “That’s because you drink those girly drinks filled with sugar that make you extra hungover.” he replied. I gave him a look.  

 “I hate the word girly, Shawn. Nothing is specifically for girls.” I reminded him. Shawn laughed as he finally sat up from bed and put his feet on the floor.

 “Tampons?” he suggested. I hit him on his back as he looked over his shoulder at me with a grin. 

 “Smartass. How long until the concert? Can’t I just be a bad girlfriend and sleep more instead of coming?” I asked through a yawn. Shawn laughed as he stood up, shaking his head. 

 “No. The concert’s in three hours. We have to head down to the stadium.” he said, pulling a shirt over his head. I groaned again and finally got out of bed, sliding into my high waisted black skinny jeans and changing my shirt. I looked in the mirror and wiped the mascara that had smudged in my sleep from under my eye and did a nice Dutch braid down my back. When I was finally ready, I turned to see Shawn watching me with a grin as he sat at the end of our bed.  

“You’re a creep,” I sang the tune of Radiohead’s “Creep” to him as I found my shoes, “You’re a loser, what the hell are you doing here?” I continued, laughing through my singing at the look he was giving me with my song. 

 “Are you done?” he asked. I grinned and kissed his fluffy hair, before leading the way to the Jeep.

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 The venue was huge, and soon to be completely filled with people screaming Shawn’s name. I tagged along at a distance as Shawn got dressed in his concert outfit and sat in the stands while he rehearsed and everything got set up.  

 “I think I’ll watch from the stands tonight.” I told him later from backstage as people started filing into their seats. Shawn met my eye through his dressing room mirror.  

 “You realize that people out there know who you are, right?” he reminded me. I shrugged. 

 “I’ll wear a disguise or something.” I replied. Shawn laughed and turned to face me. 

 “A disguise?” he clarified. I cracked a grin and shrugged as my way of saying yes. Shawn laughed again and stood up, brushing by me to get to the clothes kept in the back of the room. He gathered a few things, and then dumped them in my arms with a wide grin. I shook my head and laughed, putting the clothes onto a chair to sift through them. A pair of his sunglasses, his baseball hat, his iHeart Radio sweatshirt. “We’ll make you look like a bro.” He laughed. 

 "A bro sitting front row at a Shawn Mendes concert? Sounds a little out of character.“ I laughed, putting on the sweatshirt. Shawn grinned and went behind me, taking my hair out of it’s braid and putting it in a bun at the nape of my neck. He kissed just below my ear, before sliding on the hat backwards. I put the sunglasses on and we both looked at me in the mirror. "I look ridiculous.” I laughed. Shawn smiled and kissed my cheek. 

 "Well, you usually look stunning, so definitely nobody will recognize you.“ He said, grinning. I rolled my eyes.

 "Alright, it’s showtime.” I laughed. Shawn pointed a stern finger at me as we left the dressing room. 

 "No laughing, babe. It’s sounds like sunshine. Bros don’t laugh like sunshine.“ He reminded me. I grinned and cleared my throat, repeating a laugh but in a lower, manly tone. Shawn cracked up in the hallway as we made our way toward the stage, crew going by giving us strange looks. 

 "Ok, I’ll see you out there. You’ll kill it babe, I love you.” I said. We could hear the crowd from where we stood. Shawn bit his lip and nodded, the pre-show jitters coming in as he ducked to kiss me. 

 "I love you too, bro. Let security know who you are in case you get recognized and have to slip away, alright?“ He said. I nodded, kissed his chin because it was the only place I could reach without difficulty, and made my way to the stands. 

 Seeing Shawn perform from the perspective of a fan was completely different than from backstage. Backstage, I could only ever see the side of him as he sang. This way, I could see the emotion and passion on his face, the way his cheeks flushed and his forehead brimmed with sweat as he went through his songs. He made eye contact with me multiple times and his grin would widen. I could tell he was trying not to laugh. 

 "Alright, thank you guys so much. Before we get to our next song though, I want to bring a very special lady onto the stage. She’s very close to my heart.” Shawn paused between songs, the crowd going wild at his words. He grinned down at me as I shook my head in disbelief. He was going to get me to go on stage while I looked like a man. “I mean, she looks a little different tonight so maybe you didn’t recognize her. Babe, come on up. Don’t be shy.” He continued, coming to the edge of the stage and beckoning me with his hand. Security let me onto the other side of the barricade, keeping screaming fans at bay as I kept shaking my head at him, mouthing how much I hated him in that moment. He just kept grinning, so I took his hand and climbed up on stage with a little bit of difficulty. Shawn was smiling so wide, his cheeks full and red. 

 "I hate you so much.“ I told him. Shawn laughed and turned to the crowd. 

 "She says she hates me.” He told them. I could hear laughter mixed with screams. I shook my head, laughing, and took off the shades and the hat, letting out my hair again. The screams increased. “Guys, isn’t she beautiful? Look at her.” He cooed, fiddling with his earpiece with on hand while the other wrapped around my waist and pulled me against him. He was warm and sweaty, but I didn’t mind. Was it bad that he looked really sexy covered in sweat? Shawn gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “Alright, I just wanted to embarrass her a little. And I think it worked. I also may have written this next song about her, though, so…” he trailed off, grinning again at the roar of the crowd. I blushed and shook my head at him, biting my lip. He directed me to a stool on the centre of the stage and switched guitars. “This one’s called Light of My Life.” He said into the mic. I shook my head and blushed already, just at the title.

 I always loved watching Shawn play the guitar. He started the song with a couple of riffs, and made the pouty face he always made when he got really into it, making me grin. After a while, his voice came in, too, sweet like honey. The lyrics were about how tough things got when he was always on the road and wrapped up in his job, but that there was always this girl to keep him grounded, to keep him light and remind him not to take himself so seriously. I was swooning, absolutely head over heels in love with this guy. For the last verse, he got playfully close to my face, and ended with a kiss on my cheek, laughing when I scrunched up and pushed him away. The crowd was nearly deafening. 

I stood from the stool and wrapped my arms around his neck, putting my hands in his sweaty hair to pull him down to my height and kiss him repeatedly on the side of his head. “I love you, Shawn.” I whispered in his ear. He grinned down at me and pressed his forehead against mine for only a moment. 

 "I love you too.“ He replied just as softly, forgetting that his microphone was projecting his voice across the whole venue. He blushed even deeper when the crowd all aww’d, the tips of his ears turning a delicate shade of pink. I squeezed his hand, waved to the crowd, and disappeared backstage, unable to conceal my grin the rest of the night.

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 Hey home boys, I sincerely apologize for not getting to your requests. I haven’t been the best mentally so I haven’t been writing too much, and I just haven’t really been in an Eddie-phase as of late. I will get to them though! I promise!! I have, however, developed a cripplingly enormous crush on Shawn Mendes. Hopefully you guys can appreciate this bean with me. Love you guys so so much!! Let me know if you want more Shawn :) xoxo

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Why Him? Pt. 3 (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Time Period: Modern (College AU, Soulmate AU)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8

Word Count: 1,072

Warnings: Language

A/N: Here it is, kiddos! Part three! I am so excited to post this one and I think you guys will enjoy it :) Thanks for reading! As always, feedback is appreciated and requests are open.

Tags: @bjwrites @robotic-space @pietro-no

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Thomas Jefferson stood outside your dorm building with your backpack dangling from his hand. His eyes met yours, his expression blank. “Can we talk?” You opened your mouth, but nothing would came out. Unable to find your voice, you simply nodded and pulled your gaze from his and settled it on your backpack. “Oh.” He reached out and handed it to you. You slung it over your shoulder and opened your mouth. “I ended up going back and having a discussion with your friend Eliza. She asked me to bring you your stuff,” he explained, anticipating your question before you could ask it.

Of course Eliza would give him an excuse to come find you. Being the rational person she was, she would definitely want the two of you to talk through this. “What else did she say?” You inquired, meekly.

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anonymous asked:

(Monii) So can we discuss Jungkook's love/fascination with Jimin's body in light of recent events. Let's talk about all the times he's stroked his chest/arms, rubbed/smacked/grabbed his butt, checked him out, stared at his lips (to the point of trying to take off something we can't see), stared in general, compliments him (since when are toes cute?!), stands behind him really close (because he loves the size difference) and whatever else I missed. (p.s. your tags are making me blush. stop it.)

hey Monii ~ ~

if you look look at jungkook’s behaviour with jimin from their debut till now , you can see how much it has changed , he used to be shy around jimin , not really able to express how fond of him he really was , nor how much he liked him as a person and respected him , how cute he thought he was .. he was overwhelmed with the love jimin was showering him with when he was still figuring out himself , and this was only when it’s jimin , with every other member he’d be okay with the excessive skinship whenever there was a camera around.. etc, but when it was jimin , he’d get so flustered..

in recent interviews,he said that he’d use the “tsundere” /”cold on the outside warm in the inside” image with the person he likes/has a crush on, and well he has been using that with jimin all these years , by giving him his jacket whenever he felt cold (war of hormones mv making) , by trying to act really manly around him (trying to grill meat for him when he has never tried doing it whenever he went out with the other members) him and stuff.

so all of that was a part of : him trying to figure out who he was , and why the hell was he feeling so flustered with jimin’s love , but also trying so show jimin that even though he was shy and still figuring everything out that he still cared about him , that he acknowledges his feelings which were very sincere , he has never faked it just for the show , nor for fanservice… he knew that jimin really did like him..

- complements- nowadays , jungkook is so much better at expressing himself and how he feels about jimin , he compiments him freely whenever he wants , unlike how he used to be like , like that time he got a mission to compliment jimin , and jimin was so surprised he was like : “but you never complement me” , see ? now he does it whenever he has a chance to !  “cute toes” (!!!!!!)( are you talking about the video where he kept saying that he wants jimin over and over again?” ) , “jimin hyung is so unique” , “ jimin , are you allowed to be this cool?” <— this last one , the level of flustration one must feel in order for them to say something  like that is just …  , jimin is driving him crazy! , the countless times he called jimin “sexy”,” jimin hyung’s eyes are so pretty” <—- he literally repeated himself over three times just to make sure that jimin has indeed heard him.

-body appreciation- it’s well known that jungkook has a thing for jimin’s chest by now , i mean he was standing in front of a lake he could only get one chance to see in his life, and he was so much more fascinated by jimin’s chest ,or that time he was unnecessarilly stroking jimin’s chest when he was showing his outfit , or in their anniversary thing when he did it again with no reason at all.  he likes his arms as well , i remember seeing him not being able to stop touching jimin’s arm muscles in one video , and jimin was totally chill about it like he got used to that by now .

he has a thing for the jibooty as well , there is this video where he literally zooms in to jimin’s butt and says: “ looks at his butt”, the thirst in his voice is undeniable! , there was also this time when he literally grabbed jimin’s butt when everyone was lined up during one of their performances and were supposed to slightly touch the person in front of them , and last but not least that iconic moment when he grabbed , rubbed , then slapped jimin’s butt right when they were about to start rehearsing , oh and in the most recent run ep when he smacked it after manhandling jimin ( that was a legendary slap the best one yet)

how many times has he been caught staring at jimin’s lips ? like that time during this vlive when stared at them hard enough to notice something no camera was able to catch , and was even willing to take it off jimin’s lips ?? what? and during the same reahearsel that i mentioned above , whenever he talked to jimin he’d be looking directly at his lips!

the size difference !!! by now, it’s very clear how obsessed jungkook is by their size difference, in one the most recent fansigns he was the one to suggest to compare their fingers with jimin’s (!!) , he indeed has a thing for jimin’s hands , he’d take every opportunity to touch them , like , here he touched jimin’s hand with no apparent reason at all, or like how they’d keep playing arm wrestling just to touch each other’s hands (????)   the size difference is really notable between them , i remember @satellite-jeon once said that jungkook is getting buffer and biffer each day,it’s really so much for jimin to take .. which i  couldn’t agree more on.

he has a thing for jimin’s aegyo as well, he even said that his ideal type was “ someone cute who can’t do aegyo” , and it’s well known that jimin used to do his “horror aegyo”  . doing aegyo is just not his thing yet he is a person who’s naturally cute , he also stated that his ideal type was someone “with six packs” “tanned skin” “jimin’s height” “older” *cough*jimin*cough* , no but seriously tho , he’d high key describe jimin every damn time he was asked about his ideal type !

staring at jimin in general, looking like he just fell in love with him all over again, this one here is just … anyone can tell how much he loves / is attracted to  the person he’s looking at , this one too, and during that whole vlive where he looked like he could kiss him at any moment ………..

What’s Bred in the Bone: Part IV

Mass Effect: Andromeda

Jaal x Sara Ryder

A 600 year nap and a 2.5 million light-year journey to find out the answer: are humans and angara genetically compatible?

Rated M for strong language, some sexuality and violence. Alien-human pregnancy fic.

Spoilers for Jaal’s romance and loyalty mission, and end of game.

Part IV of ??? - Part I - Part II - Part III

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He Is Heaven

Request: “How bout some nice PASSIONATE sex with Kylo? Like you’ve been with him for a few months, but he’s always so distant and withdrawn, but with great understanding and patience from you, he’s now opening up more–especially in the bedroom where he’s able to convey his affections better physically rather than verbally. hell yeah hell yeah”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 1940

Warnings: smut… 

A/n: I DIE FOR ROMANTIC KYLO AHHH SORRY BYE also wtf this turned really poetic-ish at the end but I’m kinda really digging it? Lemme know what you guys think! x

Originally posted by kylorenlovesme


Your hands slid across each other as you passed in the hallway. You frowned, turning back to the tall shrouded figure as your gripped a crumpled-up piece of paper in your hand. Kylo continued walking without peeking back to see your reaction. Under his menacing mask he wore a playful grin.

You unfolded the paper, wondering why it needed to be passed in secrecy. It wasn’t as if your relationship with the knight of Ren was being concealed from anyone, so you considered the act to be quite strange. The note was written messily, but your eyes flicked firstly to the wonky heart drawn at the bottom of the page. You then began to read.

(Y/n),

Please meet me at my quarters in 5 minutes. I have a surprise.

- Kylo

You couldn’t help but let out an excited giggle at the out-of-character note, clutching it to your heart as you twirled on your feet, heading straight for Kylo’s room. Once you arrived, you rocked on your heels impatiently. A familiar protocol droid then passed by the hallway, and you engaged in light conversation as you waited. A couple minutes passed as you spoke, then suddenly you were engulfed in large arms from behind, being picked up and spun around. You let out a surprised squeak, but once you realised it was Kylo who held you, you burst into a wide grin.

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The Story of Us

Prologue || 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 ||

✮ Chapter Five: Short Stories ✮

Word Count: 7,295

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Tuesday

After her inn adventure with Lucas, Riley retreats back to Jedediah’s house for a bite to eat. That night she lays awake in bed thinking over her conversation with Lucas. They’ve known each other for less than forty-eight hours yet Riley told him about her safe space and he brought her to his.

Lucas brought Riley to the inn after seeing her in a huffy state. The bay window - even burnt out and beaten down - was a sweet gesture. So, Riley opens up about the significance of her safe place, not as a reward but more so out of appreciation for it. Eventually their conversation progressed from there and even with Riley having to persist a little, it flowed naturally. Of course both teens seemed sheepish because of the vulnerable topics but there was still something strange about it all to Riley. 

Lucas shared with Riley his dream and to some - Lucas included - that’s like sharing an entry from your diary. To own aloud something that could bring failure and embarrassment is no easy thing, yet he told a complete stranger about it. 

Riley keeps trying to explain away things; she told Lucas about the bay window to say thank you and he told her his aspirations because she opened up to him… Or maybe because it’s easier talking to a stranger… Regardless of whatever windy thought tangent she partook on that night she shakes it all off after realising it was after 1:00am and she’d spent hours thinking about it. 

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All He Knew - Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt - ‘you broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s and i should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so we’re good’ (I changed it a bit but w/e)
Word Count- 1186
Warnings - nothing, not even a swear im proud of me
Notes- happy valentines day!! hope you all have(/had) a good day whether you’ve got someone or if (like me) you don’t. (and if you don’t, ill be your valentine bb don’t worry❤️) hope you enjoy this lil imagine

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Long story short, he had no idea what to do.

Admittedly, it wasn’t something that anyone would plan for it to happen. What were you meant to say? Lin had no idea. All he knew was that there was a drunk girl kneeled at the front door of his apartment, gently stroking his dog.

His mind raced with questions. Should he approach the girl? Does the girl even know that he’s there? Why is the girl even in the apartment? Every question led to a new one and it was only so long before he had to clear his throat for her attention.

“Um…” He said as the girl’s head snapped towards him in confusion. “Hello? Um- could I- uh- ask why you happen to be in my apartment at 3am on a Saturday night?”
There was still no recognition in the girl’s eyes. “Your apartment?” she repeated.
“Uh, yeah. I live here?” Lin replied, trying to keep his tone as calm as possible.
She frowned, clearly confused. “Are you sure?” she asked him.
Lin paused. How was he meant to answer that question? “Yeah, pretty sure. I mean, I used my key to get in.” His eyes narrowed slightly as he realised another truth. “Speaking of which… How did you get in?”
Her head tilted sideways slightly, almost as if she were mimicking the dog still perched in front of her, before gesturing wildly behind her. “The front door.” She answered simply.
Lin mentally cursed himself. Obviously, he forgot to lock the door before he went to bed. He’d have to somehow remind himself in the future, as if he didn’t have other stuff on his mind.

He returned his focus back to the girl, who had since switched back her attention to the dog. He coughed once more to reclaim her awareness.
“Listen…” He said, pinching his nose in frustration. He had so been looking forward to his sleep. “Do you want to just sleep here tonight? I can give you some painkillers and water for the morning and then I can make sure you get back home safely in the morning.” He was expecting a simple ‘yes, thanks’ yet all he got was a vacant stare and a comment from the girl saying that her friend might be waiting for her at their place.
“Your friend will probably be more grateful if you don’t go knocking on their door at three in the morning.” He stopped her.
She stopped and looked at him for a moment before nodding, as though she were a nothing less than a small child. “You’re right. Thank you. Although, I don’t think you need to worry about the home in the morning thing seeing as I probably don’t have one anymore!”
She said it almost gleefully, hysterical from the thought. Lin’s ears perked up, curious as to though why the girl seemingly had no home to go to yet he knew that he should wait until she was sober to find out. If she wanted to tell him in the first place, that was.

“What’s your name?” He asked her, realizing he probably should have done so earlier.
“(Y/N).” She replied surely.
“(Y/N).” He repeated. “Okay. Got it. I’m Lin, by the way.”
“Lin,” she mimicked him by also repeating his name. “I like that. It’s interesting. Different.”
To his surprise, Lin felt himself blush. “Um, thank you? I could say the same about you.”
She giggled. He raised his eyebrows, amused, but asked no more questions.

He led her through his apartment, stopping in front of his bedroom door and gesturing for her to enter in. He gazed longingly at his bed. He’d been so comfy and he was so close to sleep. It would have been a relief after a long two show day. Shaking his head, he turned back to the girl.
“Stay here.” He told her. “Feel free to change into comfier clothes than what your wearing. I’ll get you some water for now and some aspirin for you to take when you wake up, okay?” She only nodded in understanding.

He made his way towards his kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cupboard above the kitchen sink. Filling it up, he placed it back down on a counter and reached into a new cupboard for the aspirin he had placed in there. He suddenly felt two things. One: his shirt riding up slightly from where he’d stretched up, and two: a presence behind him. He turned quickly to find (Y/N) standing there again.
“I thought I told you to stay in the bedroom?” He asked her.
“You left.” She shrugged. “Also, I really like your dog.” He pointed to the mutt now circling her legs in appreciation.
Lin involuntarily chuckled. He couldn’t help but be amused by the friendship forming between his beloved pet and the girl who had disrupted him from his slumber, something he was beginning to not miss as much. “Her name’s Tobillo.” he told her. “Found her on a beach in the Dominican Republic a little while back.” He recalled the memory fondly. “It’s Spanish for ankle,” he hastily added, as though the meaning of his dog’s name was important. (Y/N)’s eyebrow quirked up but smiled as she pet the dog slightly before straightening back up so that she stood tall, level with Lin’s height.
“She’s cute. I like dogs.” she said earnestly, looking Lin straight in the eye.
“I can tell,” he chuckled. “Now, drink this,” he passed her the full cup of water positioned on the counter to his side. She gulped it down and he nodded in acceptance. “Okay, follow me,” he walked back towards his bedroom and she did what he said.

“You can sleep in my bed.” He told her as they approached the object. It was already looking slightly slept in but he was sure that it didn’t really matter to her. “I’ll take the couch. You look like you need a proper bed tonight than I do.” He said it almost reluctantly, but he knew that it would only be for one night. One cold night. Spent on a couch. He sighed slightly as he watched the girl climb in without hesitation or resentment. He grabbed a bundle of blankets that were safely stored on the upper part of his wardrobe and positioned them under his armpit.

He checked once again to see if the girl was okay, only to realise that she was already pretty much fast asleep on his pillow. He let out a small breathy laugh at the sight of her before turning around to his couch in the living room.

He didn’t know why he seemed to have an interest in the girl forming. After all, she had disrupted his sleep and would be contributing to the cause of him having an aching back from sleeping on the couch. Yet he still felt intrigued. It could have been for any reason.
All he knew was that (Y/N) was the last though on his mind that night as he finally fell asleep.

ROBBERS | Four

Originally posted by jigglypuff-mayday-gr

Content: Gang Au!, angst, violence and gore | Word Count: 3.1k | masterlist

“Six? His more than a great fighter. In his twenty-five years old he went to jail three times — special security and treatment. Jimin’s a psychopath and he doesn’t kill because he needs to survive. He loves it, I’m telling you Five, don’t get near him if he is near killing someone. Killing is his own sweet pleasure.” 

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Just Friends?

Note: REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN. I was trying to keep this one short because it ended up a million pages long, so I spent time editing it to make it as short as possible. 


***can I get a Carl imagine where you save him one day and he brings you back and you’re really skilled with knives, guns and a bow and arrow (like Allison from TW) and Ron has a crush on you because you’re super badass and you teach him how to shoot and Carl gets jealous but you’re oblivious until  you hear him and Ron argue over you?***

You had it. The small rodent nibbled on whatever was in its hand and looked off into the distance unaware of your presence. You pulled the string back with an arrow perched in the correct position with your finger acting as a cursor for where it was going to end up. Your breathing slowed and you kept your eyes wide open.

After you steadied your hand enough, you let go of the arrow, watching it pierce the poor squirrel in the stomach. You were hoping for the head, but you could always get the meat around the arrow. “Nice shot.” Daryl nearly made you jump out of your skin.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” You pouted and jumped down from your perch to grab the kill.

“Just complimentin’ ya,” he laughed.

You two entered back through the gate of Alexandria with the squirrel in hand. Daryl always took you out to practice your aim and to make sure you never got rusty. He had become somewhat of a big brother to you since he arrived to the community and saw you ogling his crossbow.

***the day before***

You violently tugged on Carl’s flannel, jerking him toward you. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with you?” He yanked his shirt out of your hand and walked past you. “I could’ve gotten it myself!”

“Like hell! That walker almost took a chunk out of your neck. You would’ve been gone if it weren’t for me!” You stomped your foot.

He turned around to scowl at you. “Whatever.” He turned back and walked out of the room.

You two split off from the group earlier to explore a small office of the corner store you discovered. Upon opening the rusty door, a walker jumped Carl and you grabbed it by its shirt, pulled it off, and stabbed it in the head, inches from your face. Blood sprayed across your cheeks and nose, nearly making you gag.

Instead of thanking you, Carl got angry with you for no apparent reason and stomped off, hurting your feelings. After getting back to Alexandria, he locked himself in his room.

***Present Day***

Carl hasn’t even looked you in the eye yet, and it hurt. You were standing in his front yard, staring at his house. It’s been three days, and-

“Hey, Y/N.” A voice interrupted your self-pity. You turned to see Ron standing with his hands in his pockets on the sidewalk.

“Oh, hey. What’s up?” You set your hand on your bow which was settled around your torso.

“I was wondering,” he scratched the back of his head and his cheeks grew slightly pinker,” if you could maybe teach me some combat moves or how to shoot or something. I mean, Rick and the others have been showing me about guns, but I know you’re good with guns and knives- hell, everything.”

You hadn’t ever really talked to Ron alone and it was kind of cute how nervous he was acting. It wasn’t like Carl had been around for a while, and you wanted someone to talk to around your age. “Sure. You wanna now?” You smiled at him to hopefully ease his nerves.

He nodded and followed you to the armory where you picked up a few guns and some arrows you crafted yourself when you had down time. You both sat atop the gate (he was very nervous about the height, but you coaxed him into it), and waited for rodents. After a few minutes of nothing, you sighed and climbed down to the outside of the community. “C’mon. We can stay up in a tree and get passing walkers.”

After a moment of hesitation, he breathed deeply and climbed down after you. He seemed to trust you. You grabbed his arm and led him to a tree you and Carl often sat in to talk and hang out.

Unbeknownst to you, Carl had seen you walk off with Ron from his window. He followed you and was infuriated to see you two sitting on the gate. He felt betrayed as you climbed down and beckoned for Ron to follow you.

You laughed and put your hand over Ron’s to fix the position of his fingers. “Pretend you’re Robin Hood. Did you ever like Robin Hood? Inuyasha? Kagome- or even better, Kikyo!” You smiled brightly at the memory of a show you watched late on Adult Swim as a small child.

He watched your face and smiled. “I was team Kagome.”

You were shocked that he knew what you were talking about and playfully hit his arm. “Kikyo was the real winner. Much more mature and less whiney.” You were both sitting in a large branch of a strangely shaped tree. You kicked your legs. “There! Shoot the walker. For now, any place you hit will count, so go for it.”

Ron pulled the arrow back against the string and released it. The arrow fell short and landed behind the walker’s feet. “Nice try,” you said.

After an hour’s practice, you both crossed over the gate and were surprised to see Carl coming toward you both. Your smile faded and you stopped walking. “It was nice seeing you, Ron. Stop by any time.”

“I had fun.” He smiled with his teeth and went in for a hug. You weren’t expecting the gesture, but you hugged him back.

Carl stood staring at you as Ron left you two.

“What were you guys doing?” You felt that he was angry, but when was he not? You two weren’t dating or anything, so he couldn’t be mad that you were with Ron. You were tired of his mood swings.

“I let him practice archery. He was just curious. I’m going to teach him other self defense strategies and weapons. Why?” You slipped your hands into your jean pockets and leaned your weight on one leg.

“It’s dangerous out there. You can get hurt.”

“Me and you go out there all the time.”

“That’s different.”

You quirked a brow. “How?”

Carl stayed silent. You always thought Carl was really attractive. That hat gave the impression of authority and his hair was so pretty, but it fit him. He was just tough sometimes, and you didn’t really know if he even wanted to take your relationship further.

“You’re still mad at me? For what?” You walked a few steps closer to him. “Can you please answer me because I don’t appreciate you being a huge dick to me after risking my life-”

“That’s why I’m mad! You shouldn’t have risked your life for me!” He slightly tilted his head. “You can’t do that. Not even for me. You’re too important.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and his face turned dark red. “Just don’t be stupid,” he said. “You’re a pretty cool person to have around.” He averted his gaze and left you at the gate.

The next few days Carl seemed to be himself again, and you two got back to hanging out and connecting personally.

“Hey, Y/N!” Ron waved to you as he ran toward you and Carl. “Is it okay if we train a little earlier today? My mom wants me to help out on something later and I think it’ll take a few hours.”

“Sure.” You smiled at him and turned to Carl. “Is it cool with you if I disappear for a little bit? Like two hours tops?”

“Sure.” He seemed disappointed, but helping someone learn self-defense was much more important than hanging out with a friend. Carl crossed his arms and turned to walk away.

You followed Ron to his house and entered. He had his living room cleared except the couches and a couple of blankets were strewn across the floor. “I set everything up so that it won’t hurt too bad if we hit the floor.”

You nodded and took your shoes off. Ron was sweet. He was much softer than Carl, which you appreciated sometimes. Today you were going to help Ron with some hand-to-hand combat. You used to be a part of a small group that heavily trained every day. It was rough and there was no mercy for weakness. You became skilled with your bow, and became physically fit for almost anything life threw at you. A herd of walkers took over your camp, and you were small enough to hide in the vent of the small building. You were the only survivor.

“Got you!” Ron kicked your leg from behind and pinned you down. He had one leg on each side of you and one hand on each side of your head. You had gotten distracted with thoughts of your past group.

“I let you win,” you teased, hopeful he didn’t notice your momentary mood change.

He smiled and looked into your eyes. “You’re really pretty, Y/N.”

You felt a bit nervous at the comment, and your heartbeat grew in pace as he started leaning down toward your face. You had only ever kissed Carl before, once on a run and he had never made a move to since. Ron was getting closer. He was on top of you, and your hands lay dead on the ground. You closed your eyes and welcomed his warm lips to your own. Ron’s kiss was much softer and careful. You weren’t used to people being careful with you.

After a few seconds, you deepened the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He pulled back and helped you up. You felt a warmth spread through your body and it pooled at your center.

Without warning, a sense of guilt had overcome you. “I gotta go. I totally forgot that I offered to help Maggie with something.” You were lying and you didn’t know why. All you knew was that you didn’t want to sit with Ron if he had these feelings for you while you were so hot from his touch. You had no idea where you stood with anyone anymore. You left his house in a hurry without looking back.

You literally ran away from his house. You looked back and saw a confused Ron standing on his porch. A body stopped you in your tracks. You ran fully into it and looked up. It was Carl. “Is everything alright? You look flushed-” he saw Ron standing on his porch. Carl closed his mouth and put both his hands on your upper arms. “Did he do something?” His voice got defensive and you shook your head.

“I just forgot that I had something to do.” You pulled away from him and walked away from the scene and leaned on the side of a nearby house.

You heard footsteps coming closer and then they stopped. “What’s wrong with Y/N?” You could hear that Carl was worried. That must have been Ron who walked closer.

“We were practicing some tackles. She just said she needed to help Maggie with something and left in a hurry.”

“That was it? Nothing else happened?”

“Well, we kissed, but-”

“You kissed her?” Carl’s voice seemed hurt and angry.

You knew you shouldn’t have been eavesdropping, but you couldn’t resist.

“Listen,” Carl’s toned changed to threatening. “She’s mine. I’m tired of you two running around alone together and like hell I’m going to let you get in the way.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you swallowed.

“She isn’t a possession. She can choose whoever she wants. I went for it, and she just closed her eyes and let me.” You could hear pride in Ron’s voice.

“Well you had her cornered and her reaction didn’t look like she liked it.” Carl sounded angry.

You left them to their argument and thought to yourself about the situation. Ron was gentle and naive, while Carl was harder and a very rational thinker. They were both damn good looking, but one had already stolen your heart.

Later that evening, you snuck into a familiar house and up to a certain room. It was quiet everywhere, so you had no idea if he was actually there. You  perked up at the sound of Judith playing and followed the noise. Carl was facing away from the door, sitting with Judith and stacking Solo cups.

“Hey,” you said, earning a slight jump with no answer.

You walked over to him and sat behind him. “You can be mad at me.” You slid your arms around his waist and leaned your head against his shoulder. “I don’t know why I let it happen. I stopped it because…” You stopped and took a deep breath as an attempt to slow your heartbeat. “I felt guilty. I was thinking of you and how much I would rather be kissing you, even when you’re being mean to me… which you are a lot of the time, honestly. You get away with too much attitude, Grimes.”

“Are you saying you wanna be my girl?” His hands rested over yours. You could feel that his palms were sweaty.

“Mhm.” You closed your eyes and listened to his breathing and Judith’s baby gurgles. “As long as you want me to be.”

Imagine Legolas threatening a man for you

Drabble for: anon

Original request: “Hia you lovely, beautiful person who better have a lovely day, could you do a Legolas x Reader one? Namely where reader is human, but it doesn’t really matter. You can do whatever you like with the story, whatever you like writing, thank you in advance, bye!”

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Word count: 1,198

A/N: apologies for the wait and also the bad title. I did my best with what I had but my inspiration hasn’t been running very high lately so I am sorry if it isn’t very good. Hope you like it anyway :)

You sighed in relief as you finally placed the two heavy, large flasks of mead in front of the rowdy dwarf and the elf. The elf was extremely good looking, you thought, with long blonde hair and soft yet slightly angular features. Him and the burly dwarf were having a drinking contest, something you had become used to in the tavern where you worked. You chuckled to yourself when the dwarf fell to the floor with a loud thud, making all the drinks on the table spill. You smiled at the elf as you passed him, who had been gazing at you with a star struck expression. You thought nothing of it, you were a lowly human to compared to him, an elf. Judging by the way he dressed, he must have been one of the high elves but you could have been wrong. Besides, he had drunk an incredible amount of alcohol, and even though elves had a high alcohol tolerance his mind must have at least gone fuzzy. He couldn’t have been thinking straight. 

You picked up as many empty glasses as you could, before making your way back to the counter. As you passed through the crowd, you heard a rowdy shout and you jumped as a hand landed on your behind. You swirled around to face a man with greasy shoulder length brown hair, the dullest brown eyes –the colour of mud – and crooked yellow teeth. He leered down at you, close enough for you to taste the alcohol in his breath. “Get me another one, darling,” he smiled broadly at you, yet it wasn’t a friendly smile, instead it creeped you out to no end.

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Pull over and let me drive for a while

request: could you possibly do number 1 (pull over and let me drive for a while)? I would appreciate it a lot:)


Originally posted by shawnskisses

You strummed on the panel board nervously, constantly checking on the crowd of girls in front of you. You were all waiting for the same person, Shawn. He was coming in with a flight from New York any minute, and the crowd was constantly added with girls wanting to get a glimpse of the superstar. You checked your phone, again, and stated that the flight must have been delayed. He should have been here a long time ago. You leaned back in your seat and observed the big crowd just outside the entrance. It consisted mainly of young girls, a few guys here and there, and they all had the same look of desire in their eyes. They were all there to meet their mutual idol - your boyfriend. It felt weird to think about it like that, and you picked up your phone and opened snapchat instead.

Minutes turned to hours, and the formally big crowd of teenage girls where now down to just a few stubborn girls still sticking around. It was late, and you didn’t understand how they had the patience to still be here, just to get a glimpse of him. You on the other hand had no other choice, since you had driven here from Pickering and really didn’t feel like drive back just to return in a few hours again. His flight should have landed 2 hours ago, but when he didn’t show up you did some research online and found out that many of the flights between the US and Canada had been delayed due to a storm of some kind. You had tried to reach both Shawn and Andrew, although Andrew, not being with Shawn at the moment, had told you that Shawn should be heading to Canada at the moment.

So you were still in your car waiting for your boyfriend, and you started to become really restless. About an hour ago you had ordered an milkshake, but other than that you hadn’t eaten anything since you arrived. The hunger was a fact.

You woke up by a light knock on your car-window.  And you opened your eyes to the sight of your boyfriend standing outside the car.

“Hey baby” he mumbled as he opened the door to the passenger seat and reached over and kissed you gently. “I can’t believe you’re still here”

“Of course I am” you said yawning. “What happened? Was the flight delayed?”

“Yeah, unfortunately this storm or something came out of nowhere, and all flights from New York were delayed. I’m so sorry, I should have called but my phone had no battery and-” he rambled until you interrupted him.

“It’s okay baby” you said kissing him once again. “I’m just happy to see you! Let’s go home now” you said.

The car ride was silent, both of you tired by the long day. The clock was about 11, and it was beginning to darken. “Did you get to take some pictures with the girls standing outside?” you spoke, breaking the silence. Shawn, who looked like he was about to fall asleep any minute, shifted in his seat.

“Yeah, I mean there was only like 4 or 5 girls there, so we took some pictures and talked for a bit” he said.

“When I came here the entrance and the whole parking lot was filled with girls” you spoke. “I guess they thought you weren’t coming”. The drive to Pickering continued with smalltalk between the two of you, but your part of the conversation were slowly shrinking until you were all quite, just focusing to stay awake. You yawned for the 4th time when Shawn touched your arm gently.

“Hey, pull over, let me drive for a while”

“No it’s okay Shawn, we’re both tired..let me drive”

“Pull over” he said, this time more demandingly than before. “You’ve waited for me all day, now let me drive for a bit, you’re gonna fall asleep any minute now”

You didn’t have the energy nor the desire to argue with Shawn anymore, and you pulled over by the road to let him drive for a while. When you had switched seats, and Shawn had pushed back his seat due to the height-difference between the two of you, Shawn turned towards you and gave you a big smile before he mumbled;

“I love you, now go to sleep sweetheart”

Oshea Jackson Jr - iTunes Q&A
  • Question: What's your favorite song?
  • O'shea: The Perfect Beat by Afrika Bambatta
  • Q: What's the scariest movie you've ever seen?
  • O'shea: I don't get scared by movies, really. But I'm easily disturbed. When I first saw 'Hills Have Eyes', I couldn't get some images out of my head. Still actually
  • Q: What's your favorite movie starring your dad?
  • O'shea: All about the benjamins. Super Suuuuper underrated
  • Q: What's your favorite Ice Cube song?
  • O'shea: Natural Born Killaz
  • Q: Whe do you think you'll finish screenwriting at USC?
  • O'shea: When I feel like my writing is missing something. I'll know it's time to sharpen back up and get to my cinematic roots.
  • Q: When can we expect music from you?
  • O'shea: Ingratiate I would love to do music. I still snap over instruments to myself. But they might typecast ya mans if I put certain type record. For now I'm focused on my craft as an actor but my older brother and I have started a producing team.
  • Q: Why haven't you used your snap?
  • O'shea: Everytime I'm on any social media I'm just thinking. "Why am I not on instagram?"
  • Q: What is your favorite part in SOC?
  • O'shea: Smashing Bryan Turners office. We've all wanted to break things with a bat before.
  • Q: What do you like to do in your free time?
  • O'shea: Crush my enemies. Not really. But I'm a real Nerd and I am completely unapologetic. When I gotta unwind it's video game time.
  • Q: Why didn’t you release the video for ‘Ain’t No Place’? Was it because of being typecast?
  • O'shea: Yes. With the movie having buzz around the Academy I didn't want any possibility of the song affecting the film. And I didn't want it to look like I'm Ice Cube part 2 out here. lol.
  • Q: Were you nervous about trying out for the movie?
  • O'shea: I was extremely nervous. I had to audition for two years and when you've never been through the process. You don't know what could've made you or boke you during that little time you had auditioning. If I didn't take the role. The world woulda killed me. If I didn't win the role. The world woulda killed me. And I was it was as movie. The world woulda killed me. At the end of the day, nothing was gonna sop me from immortalizing my dad in film. A lot of people ain't want me to get the part. Be he did and that's all I needed.
  • Q: Celeb crush?
  • O'shea: She's taken already. Don't wanna start waves.
  • Q: Did you practice some of the songs with your father or did you learn on your own?
  • O'shea: The performance and studio scenes in SOC are me in my element. What I'm used to doing. So when I was there it's like, wait y'all want me to rap my DAD's songs? I BEEN DOIN THIS.
  • Q: Were any of the scenes hard to do?
  • O'shea: More cowbell #SNLjoke
  • Q: Actors you look up to?
  • O'shea: Denzel and Leo
  • Q: Did you re-record some of Cube's verses or lip sync?
  • O'shea: We recorded the whole album, fam
  • Q: Marvel or DC?
  • O'shea: If you gotta ask. Somethin must be wrong.
  • Q: Do you like your fathers older movies?
  • O'shea: of course. People don't appreciate what a great film Players Club is.
  • Q: Do you ever feel pressure to surpass all that your father has accomplished?
  • O'shea: I've felt it since I was in the 5th grade. (The pressure) it doesn't come from him. All of it comes from me because I don't want to feed into the narrative of talent skips a generation or the whole "was born on 3rd base, and thought he hit a triple." Aspect. I'm so appreciative of my blessings and the only way to ensure my own legacy is to perfect my craft.
  • Q: Worst movie you've ever seen?
  • O'shea: Movie 43
  • Q: Best compliment you've ever heard?
  • O'shea: When I hear that I inspire someone. Being a celebrity is cute and all but it's smoke and mirrors. I understand that this all can be taken away in an instant. FAME is a jellyfish. Yeah it's beautiful but don't you dare get wrapped up in it. So while I do have a platform, the best thing i can do is to encourage or inspire. If not i'm just being selfish.
  • Q: Are you going to see Kobe play his very last game?
  • O'shea: Yeah I'll be the guy crying uncontrollably being escorted by security
  • Q: Would you take a role in a Tyler Perry movie?
  • O'shea: Is it about a single parent overcoming obstacles while still maintaining their strong christian values?
  • Q: What artist would we be surprised you listen to?
  • O'shea: I love Imagine Dragons and F.U.N.
  • Q: How was it growing up as ice cubes son?
  • O'shea: It has it's perks of course. But kind of annoying until you grow up lol. I have to put people through so many trials in order for you to be considered my friend. You don't know people's motives. My friend Tanner was my very first friend EVER. Met in kindergarten. Just said 'hey I'm Shea lets be friends.' After that.....Everyone else know me as ice cubes son. But my friends. Call me Shea. And it's 5 of them. You just grow up thinking different being ice cubes son.
  • Q: Would you want your kids to follow in your footsteps?
  • O'shea: If it was their choice by all means. My parents allowed us to find our own paths. But give everything your best effort because if you don't, then why are you doing it?
  • Q: What advice would you give your younger self?
  • O'shea: learn how to dunk
  • Q: Fave Rappers?
  • O'shea: Dwayne Michael Carter and Sean Anderson
  • Q: Which Ice Cube verse is your fave?
  • O'shea: "G-d damn I'm glad y'all set it off....."
  • Q: What's your fave app?
  • O'shea: ESPN Radio
  • Q: Will you answer me on day? :(
  • O'shea: "Maybe one Day..." - Drake
  • Q: Do you like Justin Biebers new album?
  • O'shea: I would be lying if I said Justin Bieber didn't have a few tracks on that thang
  • Q: Do you think education is necessary?
  • O'shea: I definitely feel that education is important. But I also feel the mind will not process information it feels it doesn't need. Find what interests you and educate.
  • Q: Growing up, what was the biggest problem you faced?
  • O'shea: Keepin the snakes out the grass.
  • Q: What type of films would you develop as a screenwriter? Is there certain topics that you're passionate about?
  • O'shea: I'm into smart comedies. And movies that don't give a lot away so you're not in the theater tryna guess things before they happen. You kinda just take the films scene by scene like life. If I could write a modern day Big Lebowski, I would be happy as an accomplished writer.
  • Q: Your thoughts about ride along 2?
  • O'shea: needs more me
  • Q: Any difference between before SOC and after?
  • O'shea: I'm a lot meaner and nicer at the same time
  • Q: Any tv shows you want to be part of?
  • O'shea: I would love to be apart of Better Call Saul
  • Q: Favorite place to relax?
  • O'shea: In a woman's presence. #CasonovaAnswer
  • Q: Rihanna or Beyonce?
  • O'shea: Beyoncé whole personality reminds me of my mom. I've never been attracted to her because I see too much of my mom.
  • Q: If you could have a superpower, what would it be?
  • O'shea: For everything to go my way at that moment.
  • Q: Favorite hip hop song of all time?
  • O'shea: Y.O.U. by Redman/Methodman
  • Q: Do you like Hockey? What's your favorite team?
  • O'shea: GO KINGS GO. GO KINGS GO.
  • Q: Do you know how to cook?
  • O'Shea: Only if the BasedGod is okay with it
  • Q: New or Old School?
  • O'shea: 90's. It had more Ice Cube and Dr Dre.
  • Q: Favorite historical figure?
  • O'shea: Mark Twain
  • Q: Dream starting 5 for NBA Basketball?
  • O'shea: Magic Johnson, Kobe Bryant, James Worthy, Kareem-Abdul Jabbar and Shaq
  • Q: What's your favorite word to say?
  • O'shea: It's a cuss word.
  • Q: Star Wars or Harry Potter?
  • O'shea: This can't be a real question.
  • Q: How many Yeezys you got?
  • O'shea: 3. 2 Nikes first editions
  • Q: Would SOC be better if Jason had Eazy with him?
  • O'shea: The fact that he didn't have Eazy is why I would've nominated him
  • Q: If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?
  • O'shea: I'd make everyone more understanding. We'd be fine.
  • Q: Was wondering if you'd like both (Harry Potter/Star Wars)?
  • O'shea: Definitely like both. But give me the force over Magic. #RIPSeverus
  • Q: If you could speak another language what would it be?
  • O'shea: German and Spanish
  • Q: Are you worried that people will only ever see you as your dad's son and not you as yourself?
  • O'shea: Of course. But then I look at people like Kobe, Steph Curry, The Rock...they took their family legacy to new heights. That's my goal.
  • Q: Do you have any tattoo's? if so what do they mean?
  • O'shea: the Roman numeral for 24. XXiV. And before the Kobe talk starts. 24 has always been my number. It's my birthday. 2/24. It just always feels so complete. And my life changed at 24. It's only right
  • Q: Boyz n the hood or Barber Shop?
  • O'shea: Boyz n the hood had a message.
  • Q: Why learn Spanish and German?
  • O'shea: both are used in a vast variate of regions. May come in handy if ever abroad
  • Q: Do you still workout?
  • O'shea: Yeah dude. Still am. But decisions were made and now I'm makin work. #BooHoo
  • Q: What motivates you?
  • O'shea: My family.
  • Q: How are you handling all this attention you're getting?
  • O'shea: in my room ignoring most of it
  • Q: What is the most like you, chocolate or gummy bears?
  • O'shea: Hardest thing I ever had to do
  • Q: Fave Dragon Ball Z Character?
  • O'shea: Kakarot
  • Q: What do you fear most?
  • O'shea: Not being happy is my biggest fear
  • Q: Any advice for aspiring actors?
  • O'shea: Ask yourself why did you start acting. If it's to be famous. You will lose.
  • Q: Favorite disney movie?
  • O'shea: Lion King
  • Q: Do you find it hard to trust people?
  • O'shea: my whole life I couldn't trust anyone.
  • Q: Favorite cartoon to watch growing up?
  • O'shea: Dragon Ball Z or Ed Edd n Eddy
  • Q: How did you deal with people that were only your friend because of your dad?
  • O'shea: I don't deal with them. Bad energy.
  • Q: If you were an animal what would you be?
  • O'shea: Orca. Biggest and strongest in the ocean. And I'm a genius!? In pods running from 12-30 of the homies deep!?
  • Q: What's your type of woman?
  • O'shea: Sexy kind.
  • Q: Number one pick up line?
  • O'shea: You know how much a polar bear weighs? Enough to break the ice. O'shea Jackson, nice to meet you.
  • Q: Do you like apples?
  • O'shea: I got her number....
  • Q: Advice you would give to aspiring actors?
  • O'shea: Be an actor first. And a star 3rd.
  • And the last question, deserves it's own post...That's all folks.
affirmations

so I heard you like ghiralink smut. and also that it’s about damn time that I posted some

pairing: ghiralink, post-SS sword-and-master universe
words: 1815
warnings: obviously NSFW please don’t read if it’s not your thing lovelies<33 this is a completely consensual situation. involves some physical rough-housing, blowjobs, aaaand mild edging. 


It usually seemed to be a silent agreement; it was in a look, a smirk, a ghost of a touch. There was a certain way Ghirahim narrowed his eyes, or a particular shade of pink on Link’s cheeks, just the smallest sign of the affirmation they needed.

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On the third day of #PAIN fic...

12 Days | Masterlist

A/N: Hey, look at that! YOU MADE IT TO DAY THREE, FRIENDS! We’ve gotta say, we’re having a blast releasing these shorter parts every day and we’re so glad that we get to share some of the less relevant (but still some of our favorite) bits of this universe with you. THANK YOU FOR LETTING US DO THIS IT SURE DOES MEAN A LOT TO BOTH OF US. 

We also went on an ask-answering spree last night… so we’re sorry for anyone that had post notifications on for us… BUT WE ALSO KNOCKED OUT A WHOLE MOUNTAIN OF ASKS (we told you we’d get to it eventually)

*drumroll* Team GTNW welcomes you to DAY THREE!

Word Count: 1,933


You felt disgusting.

With the summer heatwave in full swing and the sun beating down on your shoulders, you couldn’t help but be a little bit miserable. You had tied your hair up on top of your head with sweaty tendrils framing your face and wore the thinnest sundress that you owned, but despite all of your efforts to remain as cool as possible, there just seemed to be no hope.

“Listen, I know you hate it when I’m dramatic but I might just melt right here on the sidewalk,” Lin groaned. You were both trudging through the streets of Washington Heights, sweating like pigs and desperately trying not to think about how nice rain would feel right about now.

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anonymous asked:

How is Lars trans?

I wanna open this up by giving full disclosure that this is all fan speculation and while I will be citing various sources from SU canon, nobody associated with the show has outright stated that Lars is transgender. I (and others) just personally believe that, with the information we currently have, it is HIGHLY PROBABLE that Lars is trans (ftm… or at least AFAB). Still, just a headcanon!… but a fairly well supported one, imo.

Also note that I’m gonna be drawing from my own experiences as a trans person and the opinions of other trans folks I’ve heard chime in on this when commenting on the info we have to go by, and I’d love to hear other trans peeps’ opinions on these interpretations!

Anyhoo, now that that’s outta the way, here’s my personal reasons for believing he’s trans! (WARNING: spoilers for “The New Lars” under the cut!)

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