like in two or three days idk

Quick sketch before bed, Ackermans doing paperwork together, cuz why not?
(Or more like Levi trying to do paperwork and Mikasa adding in her two cents, like, every three seconds)

One day, I’ll be able to draw these two without struggle or any lingering eraser marks- but today is not that day. Hope you guys like!

||❥ locker room dates (m)

s e o k m i n ! s c e n a r i o

b a s k e t b a l l  p l a y e r ! a u

Originally posted by j1nwoo

word count: 2,677  

genre: smut mixed with minor fluff? 

request: seokmin being a basketball star on the college team and one day he (meaning teammate hoshi) accidentally hits the reader and friendship/fwb starts idk

✎ finally completed this seokmin request :^) i already have another planned for him and it’s a combination of two requests so thank u to the anons who suggested!!

When Kwon Soonyoung had angled his elbow and placed a concentrated palm atop mahogany leather, he certainly didn’t expect the three point shot to bounce right off the rim of the net. It was simply a practice, a mere exercise before the tournament rumbled like a stampede of bulls around the corner. His coffee flecked irises feathered after the basketball’s jump off the net, sharp enamel piercing a soft lower lip as he watched it land directly where it shouldn’t have.

Your head.

Now Soonyoung didn’t mean to imbue the deathly fizzle in your glare, how you grasped the basketball and pulled back a swift leg before booting it toward his chest. It was by all means an accident, his feet lightly shuffling over a polished gymnasium floor as he barely stopped the leather from plastering his flesh poppy red. But what sunk everything even further into murky waters was the basketball team’s star player, Lee Seokmin, sauntering over to check of your state. Soonyoung studied the situation with pupils a thin line, eyelids nothing but tiny slits. You and him were somewhat friends after all, at least enough for Soonyoung to be aware of your heart’s content for Seokmin.

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An Arkham Love Story - Leto!Joker x Reader

So I decided to fulfill two requests at once. I know it’s been a while since I wrote something other than a chapter for the Beginning and I hope you like this. Enjoy. -J.xx

The joker and reader and in arkham together and he toys with her mind a bit (I prefer him in the straight jacket for some reason. I like the way he has to sway when he wants move? Idk. Totally put your own spin on this) can end however you choose. Or like maybe like he draws her closer and closer and kills her 🙃 what? Idk. I love you so much 💕 

Could you do a jokerxreader for leto in arkham and he falls for another inmate? Maybe she’s in the cell next to his 

Three months, four days, and seven hours since she was first escorted into the cell across the hall from his. Three months, four days, and five hours since she first piqued his interest. And two hours since he killed her.

It had been an uneventful day when they brought her in. He had been sitting in the corner of his cell, restrained in his straightjacket, arguing with himself over something he couldn’t even remember now. After the orderlies had finally walked away, he shimmied himself across the floor, pressing himself up against the glass door.

In the cell across from him looked to be a young girl, her back facing him. He banged his head on the glass a few times to get her attention. She finally turned after he had given himself a sufficient enough headache, looking at him with complete disinterest. And it was with that look that he knew he was hooked.

Over the following weeks, he got to know her better. Her name was Y/N, and that’s all anyone knew. Or at least, all that they wanted any of the other inmates to find out about. But he had connections in the asylum so it wasn’t long before her found out her story too.

A couple months before Y/N was admitted to Arkham, she experienced a psychotic break, trapping her family in their house and setting it on fire. She had killed her parents and three siblings, and when the police arrived on the scene, they found her rocking back and forth on the lawn in front of the burning home. She was unresponsive to the authorities, and before long, they sent her to the asylum.

“Hey, fire girl,” he called to her one day, smiling one of his signature smiles and swaying slightly, “So why did you kill your family?”

“Suck a dick.”

“I’m kinda stuck,” he said, wiggling around in his straightjacket and trying to bend forward, “Can’t reach myself.”

“Then hang yourself.”

“I’d like it better if you burned me,” he laughed, but she didn’t seem to think it was very funny.

Shrugging, he scooted back over to his corner, calling back to her, “You’ll change your mind soon enough.”

“And you can’t die soon enough.”

But not long after that exchange, she had managed to break herself out of her cell and get into his. She first used the straps of his jacket to strangle him, but soon was pressing her mouth over his. They rolled around on the floor of his cell for a while, fighting for dominance, before she crept back into her cell when they heard the guards making their rounds. The pair quickly fell into a routine after that, Y/N sneaking out of her cell to be with him the second the guards rounded the corner out of their hallway.

This morning had started out like any other day, lots of incoherent ramblings and pacing the length of his small cell after another sleepless night. But then he decided that he didn’t want to be in Arkham anymore. So he managed, after much struggle, to get his straightjacket off and pulled back the piece of metal wall that concealed the wires for the door.

Y/N was just coming back from her weekly therapy session when he saw the way she was looking at one of the guards. She had that look on her eye that she always had when she snuck into his cell at night. It immediately made his blood begin to boil inside his veins.

“Take notes, sweetheart,” he called to her before connecting the right wire ends to open the door.

Within seconds, he had both guards incapacitated; one snapped neck, one makeshift shank to the forehead. Y/N stared at him with wide eyes, never having seen him in action until now. And before she could utter a word, he had her pushed back into his cell, grabbing his straightjacket and wrapping it around her neck this time.

“Was I not good enough for you? Huh? Why were you making googly eyes at the guard?” he grunted, squeezing the jacket tighter and tighter.

Y/N clawed at his face, drawing blood but he didn’t mind. He continued to strangle her, his screaming becoming more and more nonsensical. He didn’t know when exactly she died, and he didn’t know when exactly they came to take him away.

But now here he was, strapped to an upright metal gurney as they pumped tranquilizers into him in attempts to calm him back down. But he had built up a tolerance for them over the years so he just continued to laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh.

Sirius Black Imagine - I Kissed You So You Would Shut Up. You Talk Too Much.

A/N: Firstly woah, two uploads within like three days wtf. I probably won’t upload for another week as I literally have an assignment for each subject due either on the same day or the day after. Also sorry if most of my characters are shy and quite, but idk I guess I’m like that and I just find it easier to write a character like that. ALSO Heath Ledger in 10 Things I Hate About You is my #1 person to play Sirius Black

Prompt 54. “I kissed you so you would shut up. You talk too much.”

Words would never be able to express how lucky you felt every time you remembered that you were dating the one and only, Sirius Black. You were currently in your sixth year at Hogwarts in the house of Ravenclaw. You were a quiet girl, a shy girl who would never confront someone or tell someone what they were doing was bothering you. You liked to help people, but you never knew when to say no, which never ended well for you. This was why you were extremely shocked when Sirius asked you out. Sirius has a reputation at school, one that is the exact opposite to yours. He was a prankster, he had a bad boy feel to him, which was very unlike you. Why me? You had thought when he asked you out. You thought it was probably a prank he was doing with the infamous Marauders. You would think after a year and a half, you would stop doubting yourself, but here you were thinking how surreal your relationship was.

Your thoughts were stopped as you looked up at the sun which was shining quite bright. You were currently sat under a tall tree outside the castle facing  The Black Lake. It was an unusually warm day today and you decided to do your homework outside instead of in the library. Sirius was going to meet you down here to spend the day with you, which you greatly appreciated. Your thoughts were interrupted by a girl in your year walking past with a group of her friends. She gave you a mean stare and then continued with her friends as if nothing happened. You put your potions essay down and stretched your hands.

Although dating Sirius was a dream come true, there was one downside to being his girlfriend. Just about every single girl in Hogwarts loathed you. Why? Because you were the reason the dreamy Sirius Black was taken. But just because he had a girlfriend and he was taken, didn’t stop some of the girls. Girls would constantly flirt with him around you and try to make a move which greatly bothered you. It was obvious Sirius was uncomfortable, but that didn’t stop them. It was obvious that you were uncomfortable, but that didn’t worry them. Sirius has told them many times to stop because he has a girlfriend, but they never listen. You and Sirius had spoken about it before, but nothing could stop these girls.

You looked around, Sirius should be here by now. The long grass tickled the bottom of your legs, but you didn’t mind once you looked to your left. There, you saw Sirius walking towards you with this one girl who just didn’t care that he had a girlfriend. She was one of the worst of Sirius’ ‘fans’. She has tried to kiss him on numerous occasions and even tried to do it in front of you, but Sirius would dodge her and explain that he had a girlfriend and wasn’t interested.

Sirius looked bored and uninterested, but his expression changed once she laced their hands together. You could see him say something and try to pull his hand away, but she wasn’t happy. She rolled her eyes, yanked her hand away from his and stood in front of him, blocking his path. Your eyes furrowed in confusion as she crossed her arms and spoke to Sirius. You were way too far away to understand what she was saying.

This time it was Sirius who rolled his eyes and said something, the frustration evident on his face. You wondered whether you should go up or not to say something. You decided not to as you didn’t want to put yourself into that situation. You continued watching as they argued and if you were on a seat, you would be at the edge of it.

You saw the girl’s demeanor suddenly change, instead of looking annoyed and on edge, she seemed more relaxed and bubbly. You watched intently as her hands dropped to her side and she started moving towards Sirius.

You didn’t know what came over you, this wasn’t something you’d normally do, but as soon as you saw her lips on his you lurched forward. You left all your homework under the tree and raced towards them.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You squeaked. What the fuck are you doing? You thought to yourself, this was way beyond your comfort level. You had never done something this bold. As soon as she heard your voice she reluctantly pulled away from Sirius and gave you a look that could definitely kill more than one person.

“Excuse you?” She asked slowly stepping away from Sirius and facing you.

“I-I, uh-” You stopped yourself, trying to think about what to say. You didn’t really know what to do now that you actually had her attention. From the corner of your eye, you saw Sirius cringe and wipe his mouth on the back of his hand. If it were any other situation you would’ve laughed, but this wasn’t a laughing situation. “You were kissing my boyfriend.” You decided to say, trying to keep your head up high and trying exceedingly hard not to run away or cry.

“And?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. You were quite scared now, you had never really confronted anyone before and it’s hard when you just throw yourself into the deep end.

“Well, this affects me. Sirius is my boyfriend and I don’t appreciate you flirting with him every chance you get. Especially in front of me, that makes me feel like shit,” You spoke slowly, trying hard not to stuff up your words, "It seems everyone but you can tell that both Sirius and I are uncomfortable and you’re just making it awkward and weird. I can’t believe you kissed him! That is the most indecent, unbelievable thing you could do and it disgusts me. It disgusts me that you can’t get it through your thick head that Sirius is unavailable and we would both appreciate it if you fucked off.” You finished your rant and exhaled loudly. It seemed she didn’t know what to say, so with a roll of her eyes, a glare and a flick or her hair, she walked away.

You closed your eyes trying to figure out if that really happened, thankful that if it did, it was over. Your eyes immediately opened as you heard someone clapping. The clapping belonged to Sirius and as he walked over he whistled.

“Who knew,” he smirked, “who knew that my innocent little Y/N had it in her? Who knew you would be the one to scare her away?” He said mischievously, grabbing onto your waist as he said ‘scare’. The heat rose to your cheeks and you started giggling from embarrassment. You felt mortified as you relived the experience in your head and you felt even worse knowing that the rest of Hogwarts would know about your outburst in a matter of minutes. If there was one thing Hogwart’s students loved, it was gossip and drama. “I’m proud of you.” He said kissing your forehead. You looked up at him and smiled in response.

“Is it alright if we go back to where I was sitting before, I kind of left all my homework there.” You said looking back to your tree with your homework messily thrown underneath it. Sirius laughed and nodded. He laced his hand with yours and walked with you to the tree you previously sat under.

Sirius laid down underneath the tree, resting his head and shoulders against the trunk. You copied his actions, resting your head on his chest.

“I’m sorry.” You breathed, finding Sirius’ hand and playing with his fingers.

“For what?” Sirius asked sitting up so his back was now leaning against the tree, his hand still in yours.

“For the way I reacted.” You admitted sheepishly, also sitting up and lifting your head up.

“Don’t be,” Sirius said moving his face closer to yours. You moved to sit cross-legged, your fingers were now in your lap and you faced a relaxed Sirius. His legs were stretched out and he had his hands behind his head, facing the lake.

“No, it’s just there was a better way to handle it,” you started rambling, “I could’ve been more calm and collected. But I acted on impulse and I didn’t mean to do it, it just happened. And I didn’t mean to make you feel like you belonged to me or anything. But you know, you are my boyfriend and people shouldn’t kiss other people’s boyfriends. It’s just, I know you usually date other girls, girls who are more outgoing and confident and that’s why I worry-” You were cut off by Sirius facing you, taking your head in his hands and kissing your lips. You were taken by surprise and tried to pull back, but Sirius pulled you back in.

“I kissed you so you would shut up. You talk too much.” He said pulling back and smirking. He leaned back against the tree as you suddenly got quite bashful.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that-”

“Shhhhh.” He said putting his finger against your lips.

“Stop worrying, if what you did really bothered me, I would’ve said something or stopped you from telling her off. And don’t think that you’re not the type of girl I usually go for. I love you, every single part of you. I love how shy and quiet you are and you are just so perfect and cute.” He said looking into your eyes. You sighed, knowing he wouldn’t take anything else than an agreement. You hesitantly went to lay against him and the tree trunk with your head on his chest.

“I still can’t believe I did that.” You giggled looking up at his face. His eyes were closed and he had a stupid smile on his face.

“Neither can I love, neither can I.” You smiled up at him and closed your eyes also.

You suddenly heard a rustling of leaves and someone stepping on a stick, breaking it.

“Is it true?” Asked a familiar voice. You and Sirius opened your eyes.

“Is what true, James?” You inquired raising an eyebrow at him, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

“Is it true, that you, 'Little Miss Goody Goody’,” he said put air quotation marks around your nickname, “told someone off. Because I don’t believe it one bit.” He said with a smug look on his face, obviously not believing the rumors.

“Prongs, you should have been there, it was unbelievable!” Sirius exclaimed making you hide your face in his neck, knowing your cheeks would be a crimson red.

“No way!” James said sitting down to face both Sirius and you.

“It was just so unbelievable. And then-” Sirius started, but you stopped him mid-sentence.

“Can you please stop, I don’t want to relive the horrible moment.” You groaned finally lifting your head from his neck.

“But love, it was one of the best things you’ve ever done.” Sirius said with a smirk on his face.

“Oh shut up.” You exclaimed hitting his arm, chuckling.

“Continue. I want to hear every single detail.” James said making you continue to laugh as Sirius retold the event. You sighed and laid your head on his chest again, smiling as Sirius dramatized the retelling of the story.


Check, Please characters as things I've done
  • Jack: Gotten my wisdom teeth out and spent the next three days trying to convince my mom to let me go to Drill Team practice at the barn while on Vicodin. After that didn't work, called one of the girls at my barn and tried to get her to pick me up so I could ride (she didn't).
  • Bitty: Was stressed about school at like 2am, so I went downstairs and baked four dozen cookies. They need to chill for two hours before you bake them, so I went upstairs, slept for two hours, and then went back downstairs and baked them and brought them to school the next day.
  • Ransom: Went days without sleep, threw up because I was so sleep-deprived, and then had a breakdown in front of my English teacher when she asked if I was okay. I did get an extension on my project though so it worked out, I guess?
  • Holster: Called my friend at 1am once while he was doing Chemistry homework to tell him to go to bed. He didn't listen so I stayed up with him and we talked about girls.
  • Shitty: Got so mad at a kid who tried to tell me that my friend was a 'fake bi' whatever the hell that means that I went on a 10 minute rant, took his apple, and left to go get smoothies.
  • Lardo: Became on a first name basis with pretty much everyone in Art Honor Society, despite not technically being a member.
  • Nursey: Sprained my ankle while playing tag before an orchestra concert, then went onstage anyways and performed my solo
  • Dex: One time in the middle of a panic attack someone told me to calm down and I snapped at them and went, "I AM CALM!"
  • Chowder: Called my best friend, in tears, after my favorite hockey player got injured and I was worried he wouldn't get better fast enough
  • Bonus Kent Parson: Went over to my friend's house just to see her kitten. Ignored her completely and played with the kitten literally the whole time I was there
The Accident: Part Two

- Requested - I warn you it’s pretty sad, so if you can’t deal with things like that please do not read - 


Contingent days of sitting in the unnerving silence was a different kind of pain. It hurt all the same but this was more pure and psychologically based, I refused to move, I refused to eat and chose to spend my days looking at the blank wall where I played it all back. 

Everything felt wrong still, the unnerving feeling hadn’t disappeared, instead it loomed over me as I tried to get up everyday making it twice as hard to even think about my feet touching the cold wooden floorboards. At night he wasn’t there to hold me close, kiss my forehead when I woke up from a nightmare or to hold onto if I were cold. He had remained a shadow that slept by my side, an empty feeling that I wanted gone. 

My attempts to call him were over, my brother took my phone away to just stop hearing my sobs to a voicemail that will never be heard or returned. Instead I just sat there, it was lifeless, worse than being in that hospital room. I get told daily updates from my brother as I sit or lie still in my bed, our bed. He tells me about the weather outside, about anything funny he’s seen or when he will make me something to eat- no mention of his name or anything to do with his life, he saw it as a trigger and I knew from the glazed look in his eyes. 

Every night since I came home after waking up from yet another nightmare without him to comfort me I would go to the window and admire the stars. The most prominent thought was always about him, whether he too was looking at the moon and thinking of me like I did to him. He used to call the freckles on my face little stars that make my smile shine brighter than the moon in winter, and I would call him the beaming sun due to the pure amount of joy he would bring. But that’s not the case anymore, I’m stuck without the sunlight to brighten up my life, trapped in this permanent darkness. 

A whole month after my recovery period, four months in total of silence had passed. Things had gotten slightly easier, I got up in the mornings and joined my brother for breakfast, we spoke about the weather and his plans for the day - still not talking about him. I would zone out when I saw pictures of us on holidays, his drumsticks in the basement or the odd wrist band on the furniture. But slowly these things were easier to see, they reminded me that I too needed to get better, if he can put himself through hell then I can do this. 

Eventually I wandered outside, firstly I went into the garden and let the soft chill in the air attack my skin and cause goosebumps to form, the good kind. I smelt the autumn flowers and played in the rich orange leaves that fell from the neighbours tree. Then I went for a coffee with my best friend, I walked more to help with my leg and my ribs, I needed this. I needed to live again. 

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, the amount of worry that followed when I got a phone call from an unknown number one evening whilst watching a film. Answering all I could hear was heavy breathing, I knew that sound from those nights after he got back from tour where we could be ourselves, together. I knew it from the laughing fits we had or the aftermath of playing his heart out. My mouth went dry, words didn’t form and my mind wouldn’t function. Opening my mouth I tried to form his name, speak it no matter how hard the tears fell from my eyes yet it was no good. A croak escaped me and as soon as it did I was back to being the fragile state I was when I found his letter, mumbling words to myself in some form of comfort. 

My brother found the phone in my hand when I woke up, my face stained with tears and I struggled to remember what had happened until I unclenched my fist to see the crumpled letter that was in my other hand. His words still affecting me as if I had read them for the first time, sitting upright I let out a shaky breath and wiped away the last of my tears, shaking my head. “I’m done.” 

Two words were enough for me, I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t spend my days in fear or confusion about our future together. He hadn’t spoken to me or anyone for four months and the sound of him breathing was enough to send me over the edge. I couldn’t wait, I couldn’t live like this and wonder for the rest of my life what if he came back or said something besides he was sorry. 

I may not have been toxic to him but I was a toxin to myself because of him. Picking up a bag from underneath my bed I began to put some things inside, essentials to last me a week or so. In the midst of packing my brother knocked on the door and froze as he saw the amount of mess I was creating but it didn’t stop me, he questioned me but with the lack of response he walked away. Lifting the bag I began to walk out of my room but glanced back before I turned the light off, eyeing all of the photographs and the blank wall that I spent too long picking apart. 

As I reached the doorway my brother stood there, his arms crossed and face torn. “Where are you going?” He asked raising an eyebrow, sighing I shuffled on the spot. 

“I’m going to visit mum for a while.” I spoke quietly, not wanting to say anything too boldly in case he questioned me more so. “Just look after the place will you? I need some time away from it all,” Looking around I pictured every memory that was made in each of these rooms. “it’s getting to me more as the days pass.” Giving him a tight hug I unlock the door, “I’ll be back soon, thank you for everything.” He nods in response as I close the door behind me and head to my new car, having to replace the entirely destroyed beloved car I used to own. 

Driving away I gripped onto the steering wheel, it took me awhile to get back into a car after the accident. A part of me was terrified it could happen again, that the bones that had only just healed would get shattered like glass, break like my heart did as I was left to pick up the pieces alone. The drive back home was only a couple of hours long, drives like these allowed me to think, reflect on everything that had gone on in these past few months. My parents knew there were issues, they were supportive and hence why my brother stayed with me throughout this period, he was always my rock to lean on when I was growing up. 

Arriving outside my mum walked out and squeezed me tightly, “Yep my ribs have just healed so go ahead and break them again eh mum?” I joked and she pulled away, taking a good look at my disheveled state.  

“A good meal ought to do you some good, come on inside.” She began to tell me all about the things everyone has been up to, how my cousin had gotten the job he was after for a while or how my uncle spilt red paint all over his white rug when re-decorating. 

This is what I needed, an element of normality in my life and I knew it would easily be restored at home. Here I was just me, I wasn’t known as having a breakdown or suffering from that accident. I could be myself, the self I needed to rekindle with. Family time was essential, I was able to laugh without feeling guilty as I saw his photo in the background or sing without hearing him join in. Things we would always do as a pair had now become a solo act, and I was okay with it. 

At least I thought I was. 

Tuesday morning, not the sort of day I wanted to start with my parents yelling my name in need, a sense of urgency as they drew my name out like that. The way they did when I was growing up and wondered if I had run away from home or had a guy in my room with me, or that something bad had happened. Hearing them call for the fifth time I pushed the duvet off of my body and slipped out of bed and walked to the landing and glanced downstairs to see them both pacing and muttering things to each other. 

Hovering at the top of the stairs I wrapped my dressing gown tightly around myself for warmth and their heads turned to face me, a look of fear hidden within their expressions. Anxiously I walked down the stairs, my heart now in my throat. “What’s wrong?” I asked trying to keep calm, have logical thinking about this, it could be anything, anything. Don’t think it’s the worst, don’t think it’s him. 

My mum exchanged a look with my dad and the two of them led me into the living room to sit on a sofa. Eyes wide with worry this was bad, any logical thought that I had was gone, it had been banished as the last time they did this to me they told me how my grandma had cancer. A soft hand was placed on my left shoulder as my dad kept his eyes on the rug beneath his feet. Looking to my mum she wore that sympathetic smile but confusion within her eyes. 

“Listen sweetheart,” Sign two that something bad has happened, not addressing me by my name, the attempt to sugarcoat this has begun. “we got a phone call half an hour ago from the Police.” I shifted but my parents calmed me down as my heartbeat took over every other sound, drowning everything else. “You aren’t in any trouble do not worry, it was about an incident that happened this morning.” She sighed and tore her eyes from mine. “A body was discovered near the beach, and they erm,” She was tearing up, the words were like poison that she couldn’t get out with ease, glancing to my dad my eyesight failed me as I blinked continuously, all he could do was nod. 

“They think it’s Ashton.” 

I can’t do this anymore. 

Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six (Final) 

anonymous asked:

How long did it take you to makeover every townie? I really want to but at the same time I'm like... icbf.

hmmm idk how long it took me mayb a couple of days? i would make over like two or three townies a day but sometimes i would do more depending on how pumped i was!!! once u start u cant stop trust me!
also download mc command center to stop the game from deleting ur made over townies n stuff

anonymous asked:

Are you in school/college?? What do you do with your day :o

i’m not! i graduated with a ba in english and world literatures in may 2014. i work at the college, though as an administrative assistant for the communication and media arts department. 

what do i do with my day? i’m actually pretty boring tbh. i (pretend to) work, i go for lunchtime walks. on monday, wednesday, and thursday i go to boxing after work. then i go home and crochet and watch netflix. i try to write 2,000 words monday-friday. i read a lot. i read for an hour and a half before bed every single night. on the weekends i do exciting things like go to coffee shops and restaurants dedicated to mac n’ cheese. 

Anonymously message me (3) things you want to know about me.

Short Imagine

Request: OOO I have a request. I want just like a lowkey summer day spent at the Curtis house or somewhere around Tulsa with either Dallas, Two-Bit, or Soda (or all three if you want to do a more platonic/friendly piece of writing). I really want to read something low-key and not all hyped up like some “generic day” stories end up being. You’re free to do what ever I just want something that is not so vivacious and more mellow, but sitll happy-ish??? idk sorry if this request is confusing my dude

a/n- one of my favorite requests by far. thanks for requesting! I hope this was what you were looking for.

You woke up on the Curtis’ couch with a small hangover. Last night Dal had invited you and the rest of the gang excluding Pony and Darry to one of Buck’s infamous parties. You gladly accepted his invitation, eager to kick off the summer with a little bit of fun. Two-Bit and Soda were the only two of the boys that actually made it, Steve had a date with Evie and work in the morning, and Johnny wasn’t into the whole party scene. You weren’t a huge drinker, a single beer would give you a buzz. That night you drank 3 or 4, leaving you with a hangover the next morning. 

You squinted your eyes and groaned before noticing Two, Soda, and Dal all sprawled out awkwardly on the floor. You stood up head pounding and started towards the bathroom to take a shower. Ponyboy and Darry were nowhere to be found, meaning they probably went out to run errands or something. When you returned to the living refreshed and feeling a little better, all three boys were awake and looked like hell. They’d partied a lot harder than you had last night, and it definitely showed. “Y’all wanna go grab some breakfast? I’m starving.” You asked, already knowing the answer. 

“I’m down for some food.” Dallas said while standing up to stretch. “Yeah me too, just lemme comb my hair real quick!” Soda agreed. Two-Bit just nodded, and looked at Dallas. “Carry me” He whined arms out stretched. “Yeah no.” Dallas chuckled, walking out of the front door with Soda who’d returned from the bathroom. “Go to Buck’s to party they said, it’ll be fun they said.” Two mumbled while following you out the door. 

“What’ll you folks be having this morning?” The waitress asked, setting down setting down a pitcher of water. “Uh we’ll have your family size of pancakes, hash browns, eggs, and bacon.” Dal ordered looking at all of you for your nod in approval. 20 minutes later she came back with at least six plates piled with food. “Oh sweet jesus come to papa.” Two said digging in. Not surprisingly, y’all had polished off all of the food. “So what now?” You asked. 

“Lake day?” Two suggested. “Sounds good to me. You guys in?” you replied looking over at the other two. “I could use a lake day.” Dal said. “Yeah, same here!” Soda agreed. You paid and left to go get everything you needed. At the Curtis house you convinced the rest of the boys to join you, and everyone  eager to cool off happily agreed to tag along.

“Never again.” Soda said from his floatie. “Next time we’ll take it easy.” Two-Bit agreed. “Yeah right Two-Bit, you taking it easy? I don’t think so.” Dallas sassily replied. “Well I for one am not doing that again!” you chuckled. 

The next weekend, you guys did the exact same thing and ended up with even worse hangovers than before.

Originally posted by sebastianstahn

Prompt:  ok so i now that your requests are closed and all but i want to ask this idea before i forget it. now you dont have to do it if you don’t want to :) but how about one where the reader ((and sebastian’s gf)) is a surgeon and seb gets a small cut on his arm or something and the reader stitches him up ((only like two or three stitches nothing big)) and it’s all fluff and everything? idk really

Word Count: 615

Warnings: Blood, stitches, dropping knives

Authors Note:

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Idk how can people compare bg 1.0 and bg 2.0. To start, Liam's baby was born three days ago and they only told us today. Freddie birth was announced via UA and grandmother likes at ig. like one is half fake (I believe Cherl really had a baby, Liam just isn't the biological father) while the other is totally fake (B was never pregnant)

Honestly - it might be weird in some ways like bg was (mostly media wise), but besides that? It’s literally two completely different situations 

anonymous asked:

So I dated my friend for like two weeks and then we broke up and this happened about three months ago. We're still friends now but the other day he said he still likes me and he always hugs me and kisses my cheek and idk what to do bc I still like him but I'm really really confused and idk if he's actually serious or not.

just ask him, bud. no substitute for communication.

Do you know those times where you feel on top of the world, like you’ve got all your shit together and you might actually be doing something productive with your life and then all of a sudden it’s as if all the exhaustion you could have exhibited in one day comes crashing into you all at once?

Case in point, today I finished an eight page essay, did three quizzes, clocked in two hours at my internship… and then came home and accidentally made 16 servings of pancakes because I was too tired to properly read directions. 

some team voltron memes i would like to submit for approval:

-*points at something that is not an alien* is that an alien
-*something mildly inconvenient happens* we didn’t save the Galaxy for this
-*points at any animal* that’s a weird lion
-*gestures at alien language* hey (anyone but the person who could translate it) can you translate that
-*slight disagreement* that’s it, voltron is cancelled
-pidge: *hacker voice* i’m in
-she says exactly that
-”asterisk hacker voice asterisk i’m in”
-pidge answering with increasingly implausible answers when someone asks how long she’s been awake such as:
-(starting off) “idk like 20 hours or so”
-”i took a nap two days ago”
-”i haven’t seen my bed in three weeks”
-”i had to hack the coffee maker because it refused to make me more coffee”
-”i’ve been awake for 38758 years. also my bed is in space”
-*forms voltron* parkour
-”wait, i think my lion’s trying to tell me something!”
-”it says you’re all idiots”
-pretending pidge is invisible (”has anyone seen pidge?” “guys i’m right here” “nope she must have turned on her cloaking” “MY SUIT DOESN’T EVEN HAVE THAT TECH YET” “huh. oh well.”
-*while practicing in their lions* shiro: *hovers above someone* remember who you are

monsieurlapin  asked:

Lardo, Alicia, and Georgia :)

(women of check please meme)

Lardo: What’s your favourite way to unwind after a long day?  

Taking my bra off, swallowing two Robaxacet, and sinking into bed. :D

Alicia: What’s your favourite movie and why?

Ummmmmm… a movie I really like is Ever After, which has absolutely gorgeous sets and costumes.

Georgia: What are you top three goals in life?

IDK about generally, but right now my top goals for 2017 are to set up shop as a psychologist and make an actual adult wage, to start fencing again, and to afford/take singing lessons.

anonymous asked:

Hey idk if this is personal or not so you don't have to answer BUT just wondering, have two or more of you ever fronted at the same time?

oh yeah, cofronting is like backseat driving or see-sawing but can get confusing. three at once is possible but needs to be coordinated extremely carefully, four or more is basically impossible. working together and learning to pipe up/quiet down in tandem with more than one member at once is a good and useful skill that we wouldn’t be able to get through the day without

I kinda wanna do a city living challenge/save but I have three legacies already. I literally started another one like two days ago that I haven’t posted about on here. I might do updates with the new one like I do with Sparks legacy but yeee. Idk what I am doing w my life anymore I love sims bYE

6 movies I can watch anytime

I was tagged by @dreamingintheimpalawithdean (ya cutiepie!)

1. The Lord Of The Rings (all three of them, though I prefer The Two Towers)

Originally posted by watchwood

2. Harry Potter (Idk which one I should choose… They are all so lovely! So I guess it will be a marathong over and over again.)

Originally posted by somegirlfromhogwarts

3. Love, Rosie (I watched it three times at two days.)

Originally posted by horsconcours

4. Beauty And The Beast (That movie was my childhood! I am so ready to watch the new movie with Emma Watson!!!!)

Originally posted by easycompany

5. Eragon (I always wanted a dragon like Saphira.)

Originally posted by bonniebird

6. Marina (It’s a Belgian movie and I am addicted to it.)

I tag: @actually-faints @biggestelfever @alt-er-fandom @fallenlovery @badabaaaam @hopeyouguessedmyname @legreensheep @slytherin-dementors

Hockey Luke (Chapter Eighteen)

first of all, i wanna say that im an asshole who hasnt updated in a million years. you have my permission to send me hate

also, this chapter wasnt supposed to go like this but i felt bad so i gave yall a little something

OH ALSO would people be actually interested if i started a small calum spin off? bc it seemed vv popular. im in love with the idea but idk how i would go yet so i need to figure that out but yeah

| chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter fivechapter six | chapter seven |chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven | chapter twelve | chapter thirteen | chapter fourteen | chapter fifteen | chapter sixteen | chapter seventeen


“Y/N smile, it’s a beautiful day.” Calum said, coming to sit next to me first block this morning. I gave him a look and turned around to look out the window. “It’s raining.” I said, turning back to him.

He rolled his eyes. “Can’t you go along with something I say for once? Just like one time.” I cracked a small, giving him a small pat on the shoulder. “Yes Cal, it’s a beautiful day. You’re right.”

He rolled his eyes again at my words, even though he had a smile edging on the corner of his lips as well. “Good.” He simply said; full grin now lining his lips. 

“So,” I spoke up after a few seconds of silence. “I feel bad because all I’ve been doing is complaining. And I never asked what was new with you. So what’s new with you?”

“Well,” Calum said, pausing to think. “We have a game against Mark’s team on Friday. I don’t know if you knew about that.” I actually did know. I was up to date with all the games, and since it was the playoffs with all the teams right now I also knew that there were more to come.

“Oh also I think that you should come to the gym with me because that would be fun.” He added afterwards. This wasn’t the first time he tried to get me to go. I had been a total of one time, and I still found that my at home workouts and simply going jogging was more effective. “You go to the gym?” I asked eyes wide in fake shock. “But,” I went to pinch his arm. “You have no muscle.”

He pinched me back, rolling his eyes. “Shut up. Just because you said that you have no choice. You’re coming with me.”

I let out an overly exaggerated groan, and the both of us earned a glare from the teacher and a threat to split us up if we didn’t shut up. We stayed quiet for like two seconds before Calum turned to me again. “Did you know that if someone sits on a guy’s crotch when he lifts then it boosts his testosterone and makes him able to bench more?”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m not sitting on your crotch.” I said, earning yet again another eye roll. “Of course you’re not going to. I was just sharing my fun gym facts with you.”

“Get Michael to sit on you if you want to try it so bad.” I laughed, earning another look from the teacher. “No. You should bring your friend.” Calum said to me, once again ignoring the teacher. “Which friend? You’re my only friend, Cal.”

“Your cute friend.” Was all he said, giving me no hint to who he was talking about. “I’m not bringing a friend so that they can sit on your crotch.”

“Why not?” He asked, fake pouting. I just shoved his shoulder. “Shut up, I don’t want to get detention because of you again.”

I was rushing to get out of the school; I just wanted to go home by this point. So when I felt my body collided with someone else’s, probably because I was holding my head low in a rush to get out, I muttered a quick sorry as a stumbled back.

Like I said, with just my luck, the person I had collided into happened to be Luke. Out of like 1200 students, of course it was Luke. I saw the jeans first, and then I recognized the shirt as his and the feeling of his skin on mine. I took a step back, causing his hands to drop to his sides. I looked up; my eyes meeting his as we wordlessly stared at each other.

He cleared his throat. “Are you okay?” He asked, in reference to our collision. I nodded, side stepping to try and get past him. “Wait Y/N,” Luke turned around to catch up me, starting to walk with me. “Can we talk?”

I shrugged my shoulders, once again not looking at him. “Sure.” He stopped walking next to me, and I realized that we had made to an exit. Pulling the door open, I stepped out and made my way to where I usually waited for the bus after school. “No wait, can we talk like right now?”

Letting out a sigh, I turned around to face Luke. “Okay,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest and looked up at him. “Talk.” He bit his lip, either not knowing what to say or did it as a nervous habit. “I-,” He paused, looking for words. “I know that you’re pissed at me. And I know why. I was an asshole, but,” He trailed off, not saying anything afterwards. I raised my eyebrows at him. “But what?” I spoke up, curious as to what he had to say.

He let out a breath, seeming slightly irritated. “I don’t know, okay? I was an ass. And that’s it. I know it, you know it, hell, and Calum has been glaring at me for the past two weeks.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” I spoke up when it was clear that he was done speaking. “Anything, I don’t know.” Luke ran his fingers through his hair, this time actually seeming really frustrated.

I paused, before speaking up. “What do you want, Luke.” I asked. “What?” He said, now confused. I realized that I hadn’t been that clear. “What do you want? With me I mean.”

“I- I want you. I don’t know. I want to be with you.” I tried my best to ignore the way his words made my stomach flip. “Okay, well you’re going to have to figure that out Luke. Because I’m tired of games. Okay, maybe you can say that I have trust issues that Mark fucked me up. And you know what, he probably did. But I don’t want someone telling me that they like me and the next day claiming that we’re nothing more than friends. And then expecting me to be chill. Okay because Luke, I’m not chill.”

I finished with that, turning and walked to my bus stop. I had to admit, I did feeling a bit better after that.

So that night, like all the times I get too pissed off or just want to get things off my mind, I went over to the ice rink. My family doesn’t mind, my dad actually encourages it because he says that he used to do the same thing.

Once I got changed and got my skates on, I headed onto the ice and aimlessly skated around. Remember how with just my luck, things tended to happen? Well half an hour into me being here, I heard the sound of someone else’s skates on the ice, their pace uneven with mine.

I looked up and saw the clear 11 standing out on a hockey jersey and had to restrain myself from groaning out loud. I swear to God, I’m not exaggerating when I say that he’s everywhere. “I was hoping that I’d find you here, actually.” Luke spoke up, turning to face me. I didn’t say anything, just gave him a small nod and skated towards the small doors on the side that served to get off of the ice.

I mean it wasn’t like I was going to, or could for that matter, kick him out. So I opted for leaving instead. Yes, I felt like a bitch. But no, I didn’t regret it.

He didn’t say anything as he watched me leave, take off my skates and walk towards the changing rooms. I felt like this was all I’d been doing lately; walking away from him. Part of me was just tired of all this unnecessary drama. I hated it. But at the same time, I was stubborn and never liked admitting that yeah, maybe I had overreacted a bit.

I changed as fast as I could, once again wanting to leave quickly. I was shoving my skates into my black hockey bag when I heard the door of the changing room open. Confused, I looked up and saw Luke walk in. I looked back down, zipping up my bag as I muttered. “You know, you’re not supposed to be in here.”

That didn’t really seem to bother Luke, as he walked closer to me and leaned his back against the lockers, facing me. “Look,” He spoke up, clearly coming in here for a reason. “Like I said earlier on today, I know that you’re pissed at me. Trust me; I’m very aware of that.”

He seemed to be done talking after that, so I just let out a sigh. Did he come here just to say that? “Why are you in here, Luke?” I saw him bite his lip, hands fidgeting with each other. “I-” He stuttered. “I don’t know.”

He pushed himself off the lockers, taking a step closer to me as you stood in the middle of the changing room. “I guess I just,” He paused again, stopping his movements towards me once there was only about a foot between to two of you. “Fuck never mind.” He muttered, dropping his head down. I watched him as he fidgeted with his hands, cracking his knuckles as he refused to meet my gaze. Now curious, I kept my eyes on him and waited to see if would finish what he had started to say.

“I dunno,” He shrugged, looking back at you again. “I guess I just kinda missed you.”

I had no idea what that meant. Why did this have to be so complicated? “I missed like, talking to you. And hanging out with you. And touching you.” I could see a faint blush on his cheeks and I tried my hardest not let myself get too wrapped up in him. Luke’s hands hesitantly moved from his sides to my own hands, locking our fingers together as he looked into my eyes as if asking if it was okay. I made no sigh to move away, so he kept our hands together.

“And I know,” He muttered quietly, taking a small step closer. I could start to feel his breath hitting my face. “I know that right now you and me aren’t and best terms. And trust me, I’m going to do everything I can to change that.” He took another step closer, leaning his forehead down so that it connected with yours. “But right now. Tonight,” He paused, and I heard him take in a breath. “Is it okay if we just forget about that? For a bit. Like two minutes.” 

“Because princess,” He whispered, lips ever so slightly brushing over yours. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about. You’re all I’ve been able to think about.”

I wanted to kiss him. God, I wanted to kiss him so bad. Yes I was still upset. Yes I had morals and I wanted to follow them and yes there was a voice somewhere in e telling me to run but right now I just wanted to kiss him. “Two minutes.” I whispered, as some kind of consent for him to move an inch closer to me and remove all space between us.

And he did. It wasn’t a slow and passionate kiss. It wasn’t chaste or innocent. It was fast and needy like lovers who hadn’t seen each other in months. Like two people who wanted nothing more than the taste of the other person’s lips.

His hands had moved from were locked with my own hands, and pressed
into my hips. My own arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer than he already was.

His lips moved on mine, tongue darting past my lips. I let out a small sigh against his lips at our new found closeness, not realizing how much I actually craved him.

His hands slipped down from the small of my back to my bum, resulting in me to jerk my hips forward. He let out a small groan, teeth biting into my bottom lip as my hips ended up pressing closer to his, and he rolled his own on mine.

His hands roamed up, moving away from their grip on my ass and underneath my shirt, fingertips brushing against my skin. By this point I know that it had been way longer than two minutes, but I couldn’t find myself to care. Luke’s fingers were tracing patterns into my skin, while his lips moved on mine, and his hips pressed into mine.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” He muttered, detaching our lips for a brief second. I actually had a pretty good idea. There was something poking into my lower abdomen and I don’t think it was his hipbones. HIs lips moved from my own, pressing small kisses along my jawline but it was when I heard a door slam that I got brought back to reality.

I suddenly took a step back, losing all contact I had with him and even though I felt disappointed about that, I tried my hardest not to let that show. I tried to control my breathing, grabbing my bag and stepping even further away from Luke; who looked like he wanted nothing more than grabbing me and pushing me up against the lockers. “Remember, no more games.”