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make me choose ↳  @capcassianandor​ asked: jonathan byers or steve harrington?

It’s just, sometimes… people don’t really say what they’re really thinking. But when you capture the right moment, it says more.

I had a dream last night that I was Megamind

and it was E X C E L L E N T.

It was pre-movie; I was in the middle of an evil plot that was outside the Evil Lair and Roxanne was there (!!!) and tied up, only it was really windy out and she said she hadn’t gotten her hair cut in a while, so it was a little long. 

And it kept blowing in her face, so she finally got annoyed enough with it that she told me to get a pair of bobby pins out of her purse and pin it back for her.

(!!!!!)

aaaaaaahhhhhhh and I brushed her hair back from her face and I ALMOST DIED OF HAPPINESS, LET ME TELL YOU.

Also, it is INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT to pin someone’s hair for them when you have never had hair of your own, so I was S T R U G G L I N G, but Roxanne thought it was funny and she laughed (!!!)

And I finally got her hair pinned out of her face, and she jokingly asked if she looked funny and I was already pretty flustered so I was like “no no; you look really pretty!”

and she raised her eyebrows at me and said I must rate my skills as a hairdresser pretty high and I started babbling about how she always looked pretty and it was EXCRUCIATINGLY EMBARRASSING OH MY EVIL GODS.

But Roxanne seemed to think that was funny, too, which (!!!! ??? !!!!)

And then Metro Man showed up, only I’d been so busy with Roxanne that I hadn’t actually even set up the evil plot, so I decided to pretend that there…wasn’t an evil plot. And we were still technically on the Evil Lair grounds, and Metro Man isn’t supposed to attack there unless there’s an evil plot happening.

But Metro Man was all suspicious, so I was like “no, really, nothing happening here” only he insisted that Roxanne was there, and barged past me to look for her and I was like ‘shit’, but when we got to where she had been tied up, she wasn’t there.

(she must have escaped while I was gone)

So Metro Man left and I was like “well, this day is a bust, might as well take a nap,” so I went to my bedroom and took off my shirt and lay down on the bed and okay, maybe I wasn’t exactly intending on napping, per se, but luckily I didn’t do much more than think about…that…because 

THE CLOSET DOOR OPENED AND

ROXANNE POPPED OUT

And I screamed and launched myself off the bed.

When Roxanne finally stopped laughing at that, she told me she’d gotten lost looking for the exit after she escaped, and had hidden in the closet. 

She also added “now you know how it feels when people break into your house and jump out at you, Megamind.”

I was like “I HAVE NEVER JUMPED OUT OF YOUR BEDROOM CLOSET AT YOU, MISS RITCHI; THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR.”

And she was leaning up against the doorframe of the closet and I was on the floor in front of her, trying to find my shirt so I could put it on, only it was all inside out and I was flustered because Roxanne (!!!) was in my bedroom (!!!) and she was looking at me with this–expression of amused fondness and it was really difficult to try to function with that happening–

She was teasing me about screaming, which she never does, when I woke up.

…and I just realized, typing this out, that she could have easily waited for me to fall asleep before sneaking out to find the exit, but she deliberately came out of the closet while I was still awake, so she must have wanted to–see me–talk to me–interact with me more–

DAMN IT, WHY DID THE DREAM HAVE TO END THERE?!?

Soulhates

It was at another one of Gregory Patterson’s parties, that’s when I met her.

She the most disgustingly beautiful person in the room. With emphasis on the disgusting. The way she was looking at everybody like she was better than them. And she wasn’t even touching the cake Gregory made himself from scratch, despite being handed a slice by Gregory himself.

I kept my eye on her from the other side of the room. I wanted to catch her in the act of whatever she was gonna do next. But she didn’t even try hide it. Right in front of Gregory’s face, she grabbed the cake, smooshed it to crumbs and let it fall into the trash can next to her. She didn’t even bother to aim right, and some of the crumbs fell onto the floor.

I gasped, and Gregory had signs of distress on his face. He just moved back. The poor boy, his heart was broken by this witch. I was going to talk to her.

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Ethereal (M) || Yoongi AU!Smut

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Genre: Hella fucking Smut || Fluff (ish?) || Angst 

Word Count: 5.4k

Description: ethereal; extremely delicate and light, in a way that seems not to be of this world.
If there was a moment that Min Yoongi could beg to forget, it would be the moment he could feel pain from seeing such a pretty girl, like you, cryingIt was a terribly beautiful concept, but he wished he hadn’t lived through it…

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Jamie Mcguire killing us with her answers:
  • Fan: Who has the hottest sex scenes?
  • Jamie: Trent and Cami have a pretty good one, but Tyler and Ellie will make you blush.
  • Fan: What makes Tyler different from all of his other brothers?
  • Jamie: I would say Tyler is most like Travis, but of course he's older so he thinks things through a little more than Travis does. I think Tyler is the most romantic of all the Maddox brothers.
  • Fan: What is the one thing that excites you most about the release of Beautiful Burn?
  • Jamie: I am love with this story. Ellie is unlike any character I've written before. Beautiful Burn is raw, gritty, sexy, and pulls no punches, just like Beautiful Disaster.
  • Fan: Do you have a fave out of BD or Maddox books?
  • Jamie: Beautiful Disaster will always be my #1, but I really love Beautiful Redemption. I think many will agree that Beautiful Burn will be their favorite Maddox Brother book. It ends the series with a bang!
  • Fan: Of the Maddox boys: who would you marry, who would you kiss, who would die, who is only a friend and who is only a hookup?
  • Jamie: Marry Tyler, kiss Thomas, kill ... haha, nice try, Horn ... friend Trent and hookup with Travis. A lot.
  • Fan: Do you think that Tyler Maddox is a hopeless romantic or a hopeless realistic?
  • Jamie: Tyler Maddox is a hopeless romantic.

Titulo original: Beautiful Disaster/ Walking Disaster/ A Beautiful Wedding

Autor (a): Jamie McGuire

Editorial: Suma de letras

Fecha de publicación: 26 de Mayo, 2011/ 2011/ 2013

Número de páginas: 441/ 467/ 156

ADVERTENCIA DE SPOILER

Sinopsis:

La chica buena

Abby Abernathy no bebe, no se mete en líos y trabaja muy duro. Cree que ha enterrado su oscuro pasado, pero cuando llega a la universidad, un rompecorazones conocido por sus ligues de una noche pone en peligro su sueño de una nueva vida.


El chico malo

Travis Maddox, sexy, musculoso y cubierto de tatuajes, es justamente el tipo de chico que le atrae a Abby, justamente lo que quiere evitar. Dedica sus noches a ganar dinero en un club de lucha itinerante, y sus días a ser el estudiante ejemplar y el seductor más popular del campus. Toda una mezcla explosiva.


¿Un desastre inminente…

Intrigado por el rechazo de Abby, Travis intenta colarse en su vida proponiéndole una apuesta que trastocará sus mundos y lo cambiará todo.


… O el inicio de algo maravilloso?

En cualquier caso, Travis no tiene la más mínima idea de que ha iniciado un tornado de emociones, obsesiones y juegos que los terminará dañando,… aunque puede que también los una para siempre.

Opinión:

*Recuerden que esta es mi opinión, cada quien piensa lo que quiera*

Bueno, un día (hace 4 años) eran las 3 de la mañana, y yo navegaba por Internet porque estaba muy nerviosa por algo y no podía dormir, en esa época de mi vida estaba comenzando a tomarle el gusto a la lectura y nunca en mi vida había leído una saga o trilogía, de repente me tope con un blog de PDF’s y ahí se encontraba “Beautiful Disaster”, la verdad me dio muchísima curiosidad y en aquel entonces yo AMABA los clichés. Bueno, leí el primer libro como en 3 horas y me encantó, así que por supuesto tuve que leer los otros dos. 

Pasaron los años y yo siempre decía “tengo que comprar esa saga”, y mientras no lo hacía leía muuuuuchos otros libros con los que fui cambiando mis gustos con respecto a la lectura. Finalmente el año pasado los tuve todos y por distintos motivos no pude leerlos hasta hace como un mes, así que ahora voy a decir que me han parecido después de todos estos años. 

El primer libro lo comencé a leer un día de mucho aburrimiento y leí hasta un poco más de la mitad, y la verdad estaba muy sorprendida de encontrarlo todavía bueno, de hecho, hasta me reí un par de veces con las ocurrencias de Travis. Sin embargo, me molestó un poco que toda la historia ocurriese tan rápido y que Abby fuese tan egoísta con el pobre Travis, digo, ya sé que ella quería escapar de su pasado y todo pero ¿en serio era necesario herir a Travis de esa manera? Lo peor fue que Travis la perdonó casi sin chistar. 

También me molestó que Travis al principio del libro era un bad boy y todo eso, y al final del libro es terriblemente “mamon” (como dicen en mi país) o por decirlo de otra manera, le besa el culo a Abby por el resto del libro, de esta manera perdiendo toda su esencia como personaje, y creanme que no soy la primera en quejarse de esto, pero es que es demasiado evidente, Travis llegó a tal punto que se tatuó el apodo de Abby en la muñeca, cuando llevaban saliendo como un mes o menos. Este tipo de cosas me arruinan los libros de sobre manera, lo único bueno que me quedó fue Sheppley, el primo de Travis, se los digo en serio. 

En fin, terminé el primer libro, llegué a la mitad del segundo y no pude seguir leyendo, por no hablar del tercero que apenas lo abrí. 

Es una pena, porque comienza como un muy buen libro, pero por la mitad se arruinó completamente para mi, sinceramente el genero romántico contemporáneo ya no funciona:( 

En fin, esa fue mi opinión con respecto a la saga, si a ti te gusta por favor no te enfades, para gustos y colores no hay nada escrito. 

Cita favoritas: “-¿Sabes por qué te quiero? No sabía que estaba perdido hasta que me encontraste.”

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St. Jude, maybe I’ve always been more comfortable with chaos.

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[[ Request: a juice imagine based off the song I lied by nicki minaj ]]

Juice drove aimlessly, wondering where things went wrong with you. He ran through the last few months in his head. Every second with you, every moment had felt so perfect. He thought he had finally found ‘the one’. He was the happiest with you he had ever been. He finally found his place with the club, and with you, he had found his someone. You were supposed to be together. He felt it, and he thought you did too. At least until tonight.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the night’s events. He couldn’t stop reliving the exact moment his world came crashing down around him. He had come home after a long day with the club and found you in the bedroom the two of you had shared for months. His heart dropped the moment he saw you. You were hurriedly throwing your clothes into a bag. You hadn’t even bothered to look up at him as he stood in the doorway, watching you, paralyzed with fear. He knew what was coming next. It had happened so many times before. But this time, it was different. You were different. He had fallen for you harder than he had fallen for anyone else. He was in love with you, and it terrified him and made him the happiest man in the world, all at the same time. But now you were gone, and you weren’t coming back.

Juice shook his head, trying to shake away the memories of you that kept floating around in his mind. He couldn’t escape you. Everything he saw, everything he drove past reminded him of you. The last words you spoke to him continued to echo in his brain. 

“What are you doing, babe?” he had asked you, breathless and terrified of what you might say next. He had stepped into the room, his eyes wide and begging you not to say what he knew you were going to say. “Wha- Why are you packing?”

You had stopped packing, your balled up clothes still held in your hand. You bowed your head, staring down at the bag in front of you. You had shaken your head and slowly turned to face him. Your eyes were cold, the sparkle Juice loved so well no longer there, and your face was rigid as stone. “I’m leaving.” That’s all you said. Just ‘I’m leaving’, and then you turned around and continued to pack.

Juice had stared at your back, his mind racing, the words he needed to say escaping him. He should have told you he loved you. He should have told you how much you meant to him, how much he needed you. He should have told you to stay. Instead, he stood there, paralyzed and silent. 

“Why?” he had asked, watching you throw your bags over your shoulders and walk towards the bedroom door.

You had stopped in the doorway and turned back to look at him once last time. You shrugged, like the words that were about to come out of your mouth were no big deal. Like that weren’t going to absolutely crush him, break him into a thousand fragile pieces. “I don’t love you, Juice.” He had watched in silence as you walked out of the room. By the time the front door closed behind you, Juice had already crumpled into a pile on the floor. 

Those words were all he could think about, all he could hear. No matter how loud he turned the radio up, it was never loud enough to silence the voice inside his head, the one that kept reminding him that you didn’t love him. 

Juice finally made his way back home around three in the morning. After hours of driving, he was tired, and he knew it was time to go home. He had been avoiding the house all night. He couldn’t stand to walk back through the door that you had walked out of only a few hours before. He couldn’t stand the thought of walking into that bedroom, knowing he would now be sleeping in that bed alone. He didn’t know if he could stomach it. He had never done well on his own, but this time, it was so much worse. 

He sighed loudly and walked through the front door. He dragged himself up the stairs, willing himself to not think about you anymore. Not tonight. But the moment he walked through the bedroom door, the emptiness inside him hit him like a brick wall. He felt a lump in his throat, and he swallowed hard. He scanned the bedroom, his eyes taking in the sight of the empty dresser drawers, the bare hangers left in the now barren closet. You had even taken the blanket from the edge of the bed that always smelled just like you. Juice let his eyes wander to the bathroom. Your clothes were no longer scattered on the floor. Your makeup wasn’t thrown carelessly all over the countertop. Juice knew you were gone, but somehow seeing the emptiness of the bedroom you had shared with him made it that much more real. 

He sat down on the edge of the bed, where that blanket you loved used to be, resting his arms on his knees. He lifted a hand and wiped it down his face, breathing out a loud, shaky sigh and wondering what he was going to do without you. 

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It had been a week since you had left, a week since you had walked out the front door of that house for the last time. It had been a week since you told Juice you didn’t love him, and he was more of a wreck now than ever. With each day that passed, each night he spent alone, he spiraled further downward. He couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t stop it from happening. He spent every day just trying to make it through, and he spent every night drunk and alone, trying not to think about you. But you were all that was ever on his mind anymore. He didn’t know which way was up, and he felt like he was drowning. He wanted you. He needed you. But you weren’t there. You were gone, and you weren’t come back to him. He had lost the best thing in his entire life, and he was beginning to lose sight of everything else. He found himself lying alone in bed every night, your side empty and cold, and wondering how he was supposed to live in this mess he was in. He longed to have you back. He longed to feel you in his arms one last time. He needed to feel the warmth of your lips on his. He needed to hear you say you loved him. But he knew that wasn’t going to happen. He didn’t know what had happened to make you leave him. He didn’t know why you didn’t love him. But he knew that some way, somehow it was his fault. He had driven you away. He had made you not want to love him. And he wasn’t sure he could live with that. 

The guys had all started to notice. Juice wasn’t smiling anymore. He didn’t joke around. He hardly spoke. All day, he kept to himself and did as he was told, never anything more. He was like a ghost of the man they all knew. Juice wasn’t himself, and they didn’t know why. Chibs had tried to talk to him about it, figure out what was going on with him. But Juice didn’t offer any information. He didn’t say a word. He couldn’t. If he said your name out loud, he knew it would break him. 

Juice sighed and rolled over, now facing the side of the bed that was once yours. He listened to the storm raging outside and stared at your pillow for a few moments. He closed his eyes, listening to the heavy rain and trying to picture you lying there beside him again. He could almost see you. He could almost feel you. He was losing himself in his thoughts when he heard a loud, banging knock on the front door. 

He opened his eyes, his eyebrows knit in confusion. It was late, sometime after two in the morning, and he had no idea who would be at his door. He let out a loud sigh, thinking to himself that someone knocking on his front door at 2:00 AM in the middle of a storm didn’t mean good news. 

He rolled himself out of bed, pulling on his jeans and an old black hoodie. His jaw tightened as he remembered how you always used to steal that hoodie from him when you were cold. He shook his head, shaking you from his thoughts, and walked downstairs. The knocking continued, and Juice was beginning to get tired of it. He wanted to be left alone, and he wasn’t in the mood to deal with any club shit tonight. He clenched his jaw and opened the front door.

You were standing there, looking back at him. Juice’s breath caught in his throat the moment his eyes met yours. His hands began to shake as he took in the sight of you. Your hair was dripping, and your clothes were soaked. Your makeup was ruined, the mascara you were always so careful to apply now streaked down your face. You just stood there in front of Juice, looking like the beautiful disaster that you were. 

“Wha- What are you doing here?” he breathed, not entirely sure it was really you he was seeing. He had seen your face everywhere the last week, haunting him and reminding him of what he had lost. He couldn’t convince himself that you were real this time, that you were standing in his doorway in the middle of the night in the pouring rain.

“I lied,” you stated.

“What?” 

“I lied,” you repeated, shaking your head as you looked at Juice. “I didn’t mean any of that.” Your face fell into a frown. Juice could have sworn he saw a few tears escape the corners of your eyes, but he couldn’t be sure. “I lied when I said I didn’t love you, Juice.” You swallowed hard and shook your head again, fighting back tears as you stood there. “I never should have left.” 

Juice stared back at you, a thousand thoughts running through his mind at once. “Why?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed and a sad expression on his face. “Why did you lie?” He shook his head. “Why did you leave?”

“I was scared,” you told him, now yelling over the rain as it began to pour harder. “I was scared you would break my heart, and I was trying to protect myself. I didn’t wanna go through that again, not with you.” You shrugged, biting your lip and trying your best not to cry. “I love you, Juice. I’ve never loved anyone like this before, and I’m scared.” 

Juice watched you in silence for a few seconds, his eyes searching your face, trying to sort out everything that had happened in the last week. He felt tears forming behind his eyes, and he blinked hard, refusing to allow himself to break. He stepped out of the doorway, now standing directly in front of you, and he grabbed your face in his hands. His fingers tangled in your wet hair, and his lips crashed down on top of yours. You were both in the rain now. Juice’s hoodie began to soak through, but he didn’t care. You were back home with him, where you belonged. You had come back to him. You loved him. Your words kept echoing in his head. ‘I love you, Juice’. A few stray tears escaped his eyes, but now they were tears of joy. He was thankful the rain helped to mask them.

You pulled back from him, looking into his big brown eyes and wondering how you could ever leave him. “I love you,” you told him again, tears falling down your cheeks as you looked up at him. “I’m so sorry, Juice. I love you so much.”

He pressed his lips to yours again in a gentle, loving kiss, and he wrapped his arms tight around you, hugging you to his chest. You stood there in his arms for a few moments, neither of you noticing or caring that you were still standing in the middle of a storm. You rested your head against him, letting yourself relax into his arms. 

Juice placed a kiss on top of your head. He looked down at you, unable to believe you had come back. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, but in the best way possible. You loved him. You really, truly loved him, and you had come back to him. His lips began to turn up into a smile for the first time since you had walked out that door a week ago. “I love you, Y/N,” he told you, hugging you a little bit tighter. This time, he was determined not to let you go. 

Surprise! (Grant Gustin)

Originally posted by justjaredjr

Requested here (x) by @michy9510

Summary: You go to the flash set to surprise Grant for his birthday.

A/N: holy there’s a lot of fluff on this.


As you drive towards the set of the flash you can’t help but imagine Grant’s face once he sees his surprise.

After being away from him for two months because of your job as an actress you were finally home! But Grant didn’t know that. Silly him, you think as you shake your head, he actually thought you would miss his birthday?.

You park outside of the set and you put your sunglasses and hoodie,trying to be unnoticed.You also take your backpack with you, since you had the decorations and Grant’s gift there. Carlos, Tom, Danielle and Candice knew about your plans about surprising Grant, and they promised they would do anything that’s necessary to distract Grant and keep him away from his trailer.

You hear your phone beep and you check it, quickly noticing that it was Carlos.

“Are u here?”

You smile briefly and text back.

“I’m here, u keeping him busy?”

“Yeah, but hurry up, he is getting annoyed of Candice’s bed stories.”

You chuckle and you start walking to the entrance when you feel someone grab your arm, you turn your back to notice that one security guard was looking at you sternly.

“Ma’m you are not allowed to enter.” He says as he pushes you away and you frown.

“I’m Y/N L/N.” You say and he laughs.

“As if it was the first time i hear that, come on.” He takes your arm once again and starts to push you away and you pull him away and take your sun glasses off harshly.

“I AM Y/N L/N.” You say tired of his attitude and he looks at you with widen eyes.

“Oh sorry, Miss L/N.” He apologizes as he walks uncomfortably to the entrance once again and motions you. “You are free to enter.” He says smiling and you walk past him muttering a harsh ‘thanks’.

You remember the way to Grant’s trailer and you soon find yourself standing in front of it. You try to open the door of the trailer and you then find out that it’s locked. You sigh in frustration and text Danielle immediately.

“You have the keys?!.”

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anonymous asked:

Yes Lo I totally ship Chrissie and Ross,they could totally bitch about Robert together lol but seriously I always thought there was a spark there it would be interesting to see but alas we'll be stuck with Dross soon yay!!!

Let’s not even bring Robert into it, let Chrissie spread her wings and fly for a bit.

ALSO then Chrissie, Charity and Ross could get up to ridiculous escapades and Chrissie and charity could be terrifying friends and fill the gap that the Chas/Chrissie wine soaked friendship of dreams left in my sad crumpled heart

Chrissie and Ross would be like…. a beautiful horrifying love disaster. It would be incredible. Pete and Chrissie would be the most awkward in-laws in the world bc they have nothing to talk about and no desire to find anything. Family dinners would never go well, but it would be fine. They could be… like, the one person the other actually trusts. It would be amazing.

She was like a hurricane: a beautiful disaster. Gracefully wrecking everything. Tearing me apart piece by piece. Until disappearing. Only being seen in the whispers of my dreams. Now im left trying to mend my heart, without the pieces you took with you.
—  you wrecked me (a.j.)