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Mini Hiatus

Hello everyone. The last few days for me have been tough and I need a little break from creating content on here. Today, I was in a car accident and was rear ended by another driver. Myself and everyone involved are okay, besides my neck being pretty sore, but that was just the cherry on top for me.

My legacy queue will run out tomorrow with a cliff hanger so it’s a decent place to take a break. I will be back to creating content in a few days. There’s a poll that I’ve made for hitting 1000 followers. It is queued to reblog tomorrow in case you missed the link. My asks and message box are always open and I will still respond to those. I hope everyone is well and I hope you all have a wonderful few days!!

Achievement Hunter as kids from my Philosophy class

Geoff: EVERYBODY SHUT THE HELL UP, I can’t focus on being depressed with all of you shouting at the same time

Jack: okay everybody, we’re building a fucking fort out of our chairs. Adam, get the scotch tape!

Jeremy: OKAY Y’ALL LISTEN TO MY RAP ABOUT EDGAR ALLAN POE…oh fuck wait I forgot the beat :(

Michael: Someone dare me to eat this whole Bundt cake!! I’ll FUCKING DO IT!!!

Gavin: do you think Ghandi studies about us in heaven?

Lindsay: “Miss Collinway, you better be doing your essay and not looking up some damn video of a Siamese cat” but mISTER ANDrews, did you know that technically they’re called THAI CAT!??!

Ryan: look here’s a picture of that caterpillar I found underneath my bed. i placed it in a box in my room. I named it Bob. I love Bob. ANDY SHUT UP, Bob is better tHAN YOU!

Trevor: shhhh shut the fuck up, I’m trying to throw peeps into Donny’s backpack without him noticing. wHY you ask? BECAUSE I CAN!

Matt: so I built a mini replica of the Addams Family’s house with a bunch of leftover superglue. does it look okay? should i add more windows???

     OK MINI RANT TIME. when doing improv, there’s a rule that says “don’t deny.” whatever the opposite character says, you can’t fucking deny it. cause you ruin the credibility of the scene, make your opposite out to be stupid and basically you go in circles. this same concept applies to roleplaying. allow me to expand / elaborate - my character, character x is interacting with character y. character x said “your name isn’t on this box.” and character y? character y said “yes it is, look there on the side. learn how to read.” but like.. i just fucking said it’s not on the box. it’s not there. and now what you’ve done  is piss me off and make my character look stupid. like… seriously? it’s just plain irritating because now i have to get us out of this scenario, because i can’t call you a liar ( even though you’ve literally just done that to me ) and i’m forced to make my character look stupid even though it’s totally fucking illogical they’d miss character y’s name on the box!! like hello it’s 2017 can we please think about the replies we’re giving people and whether or not it’s actual content they can respond to? plus as well as being really infuriating, there’s nothing i can do because it’s not like it’s against the rules and i’m not about to ask you to change it cause i look like an asshole if i do. 

anonymous asked:

Why should rescued pigeons and doves not be released back into the wild? And why do they need to be handled in the rescues and humans should imprint on them unlike other birds? I'm writing a paper on rescued pigeons and doves if you're wondering XD

First and formost because they are not wild animals.

They are the children of lost and abandoned domestic pets. Mostly performance breeds like homers, rollers, tumblers, tipplers and sky cutters, with the occasional escaped or abandoned fancy mixed in.

What would your reaction be to a person taking a young dog, after worming it, bringing it back from emaciation or disease, maybe a broken bone or car injury, and releasing it into the wild once they got it healthy?

Would you object?


Really. List all the reasons. Because I guarantee that all of them except rabies apply to pigeons.

Never seen a healthy stray dog? I can guarantee you that you’ve never seen a healthy stray pigeon either.
The streaked white poo you always see on buildings or sodewalks under pigeon roosts?
Its an indicator of starvation.
Healthy poo is brown, round, and solid with a small white urate.
White poo is pure uric acid, with little to no food matter, whick is why it does the structural damage it does.

The cute poofball pose? They are cold, and most are hunched up in the universal posture of “I don’t feel so good…”
Being malnourished and usually heavily parisitized makes it hard to keep enough muscle mass to thermo regulate.

On mobile, I can’t see the question anymore once I start to answer it, so if I missed anything, I’ll reblog with more detail.

And if you have any other questions, please don’t hesitate to spam my ask box!

One question per ask, though, please.

Hope that helped!

An Incident

Originally posted by misunderstood-adventures

Requested: By a very lovely anon!

Pairings: Peter Parker/Spiderman x Reader

Summary: Y/N is viciously accosted in gym class, otherwise known as the time that Peter Parker hit her in the face with a volleyball and the subsequent events. 

Warnings: Awful hand eye coordination 

Word Count: 1,315

AN: I have missed my adorable bean Peter for the longest time, and you guys can expect more from him soon! As always, feel free to leave any requests in my ask box!

If there was one thing about high school that you hated more than anything, it was gym class. Every day, when sixth period rolled around, you tried to ignore the growing pit of despair that was making you feel like you were going to throw up. You had never been coordinated, and Mrs. Grimes seemed determined to make sure that every single person in her sixth period gym class. Somehow, you had managed to be put in a class without any of your friends, and the person that you had been harboring a crush on since the first grade.

Not only were you alone in a gym class with your long-time crush, but you were also the only person who didn’t seem to be some kind of athletic superstar. Today it seemed like Mrs. Grimes was determined to ruin your life for the rest of your high school life. You walked into the gym after taking entirely too long to change into your gym clothes to be greeted with your worst nightmare, a volleyball net.

There were certain kinds of sports that you could fake being good at. Hide at the back of the line during kickball, let the overly enthusiastic jocks take your turn during softball. But with volleyball, there are only eight players and everyone was out in the open.

So, getting put on the team that was opposite of Peter was not the start to the class that you were hoping for. And when you saw how amazing he was at volleyball, you were simultaneously confused and jealous. He had been just as clumsy as you were at the beginning of the year. You had noticed not only because you noticed everything about him in a very stalker like way, but also because him being bad at all of Mrs. Grimes’ wonderful activities made you feel like you were in this together, even if you hadn’t really spoken to each other. You shared a series of sighs and eye rolls throughout the weeks of class, but never really a full conversation. You were usually too out of breath anyways.

Peter smiled at you from across the net, and you resisted the urge to run from the room entirely. The game was going smoothly enough. The ball was landing no where near you, and your team was one point away from winning. It wasn’t like you were especially excited about the winning part of it all, you were just excited that you were finally going to be done with this horrendous game.

You were admittedly dozing off when it happened. You were standing towards the front of the court, and you knew that the game was almost over, so who could really fault you for not seeing the ball that was flying directly at your face.

You were on the ground before you even felt the sting of the volleyball bouncing off of your face. You laid very still, hoping that if you didn’t acknowledge the situation that the rest of your class would continue on with the game and leave you on the floor to wallow in self-pity for the rest of the foreseeable future.

“Are- are you okay?” Peter Parker’s face appeared above you, his brow creased in concern “Of course you aren’t okay I hit you in the face with a volleyball.”

Peter’s head snapped to where Mrs. Grimes was standing, probably saying something to the tune of “Walk it of. A little concussion never hurt anyone”, which was the exact opposite of what concussions did to people.

“Here, let me help you up.” Peter took one of your hands in his and slipped the other around your waist, easily pulling you up from the floor, A wave of dizziness hit you as soon as you managed to get your feet under you. Peter discreetly tightened his grip around your waist, drawing you closer to him and allowing him to take on most of your waist. You were already so lightheaded that you were surprised you hadn’t fainted,

“I’m going to take her to the nurse’s office.” Peter said in a tone that was much more authoritative than you would have thought possible of him before he lead you out of the gym as quickly as he could with your state.

Mrs. Grimes was yelling something at the two of you before she blew her whistle and the sounds of a game picked up behind you, but you were a bit too distracted to have heard what she was actually saying. The two of you walked in silence, until you reached the first obstacle on the way to the nurse’s office. Stairs.

“Do you think that you can-” You cut Peter off with a shake of your head. It was a challenge for you to even stay upright at this point, there was no way that your probably concussed head was going to handle the stairs you fell down regularly in a non concussed state. “Do you think it would be better if I carried you?”

Your school was so old there wasn’t even an elevator, and you couldn’t think of a faster way to get to a bed for a lie down, You simply nodded and focused on breathing like a normal human as Peter slipped his arms underneath you legs and tightened his grip around your midsection.

Peter carried you as gingerly as he could, but you were still jostling around quite a bit.

You tentatively slipped your hands around his neck, holding on a bit tighter. The scent of his cologne washed over you, and you actually had to remind yourself that it would be weird to abandon all of your inhibitions and just inhale that scent for the rest of time.

Peter had reached the bottom of the stairs, but he was making no move to put you down. You weren’t particularly keen on him doing so, and chose to stay quiet until you were sat down carefully on top of the bed in the nurse’s office.

Thankfully, your nose hadn’t started bleeding and the dizziness was starting to fade, so the nurse kindly told you to rest for the rest of the period and then make your way to the next class. It wasn’t until the nurse shut the door behind her that you realized that Peter hadn’t moved from the chair that was situated directly beside your bed.

“You didn’t have to stay, you know.” You laughed, staring directly into the fluorescent lights above your head, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I do feel a bit responsible, you know” he said, the sarcasm practically dripping from his voice. “I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.” He said, the façade slipping away to reveal the concern in his voice.

“I think that I will live” you laughed, attempting to at least lighten a bit of the tension in the room.

Peter’s eyes were still shining with worry, and you couldn’t help it any longer. You sat up on the side of the bed and took his hand in your own. “To be fair, you aren’t the first person to hit me in the head with some kind of sport ball.” He snorted, rolling his eyes at you. “And, I didn’t even bleed this time, so I think you’ll find that I am an incredibly forgiving person.”

“Forgiving enough to let me take you on a date?” Peter’s expression matched your own after realizing what he had just said to you.

“Are you- are you asking me out on a date after you hit me in the head with a volleyball?” You were holding back your laughter at the complete absurdity of the situation.

“I guess I am.” He said, voice raised a few octaves in disbelief.

“As long as you don’t throw the pizza at me, you’ve got yourself a deal, Parker.”

My Hero // Jeff Atkins // requested

Request : Jeff gets in a fight with Bryce and he hurt his hand pretty bad . Then I came out of cheer leading practice and see him in the hallway trying to bandage his hand , I go over there and kisses it when I finished helping bandage his hand . Then he kisses me and admits his feeling towards me . The rest is up to you , maybe you can put like why they got in a fight 

Requests are closed. xx

Originally posted by bluerangerpower

Originally posted by suitelikechocolate

Cheer leading practice was exhausting, I pulled my bag over my shoulder and decided against changing out of my outfit.

“See you tomorrow, Sheri?” I asked, passing her by the lockers.

“Yeah. Great job today, by the way. First time flyers are usually paranoid.” The girl laughed lightly.

I smiled sheepishly before waving and leaving the locker room. I stopped in the middle of the hallway, searching for my phone when I heard a grunt. Furrowing my eye brows I turned down a hallway and saw Jeff leaning against the lockers with a pained expression on his face. I’ve known him for a long time, he’s actually one of the only nice jocks in the school. He’s straight up with people, a personality trait that I’ve always been jealous of.

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Yes, Daddy (M)

Yoongi x Reader ft. Namjoon

Word Count: 3,830

Warnings: Dirty dirty smut. Voyeurism, exhibitionism Daddy kink, slight bondage…..whoops.

Summary: After a month apart, Yoongi comes back home with the boys of BTS. After finding a surprise gift from him, you meet up with the boys for a celebratory dinner/anniversary party, but Yoongi has other plans for you.

A/N: This is my fic, I’m just re-posting onto my sideblog.

It was a gloomy day, rain streaking the windows of your small apartment. You were curled up in bed with your fluffiest blankets and your favourite book, when you heard a faint knock.

Confused, you walked to the door and opened it, only to find there was no one there. You looked down the hallway but no one was in sight. Something at your feet caught your eye, looking down you saw a pale pink box with white ribbons tied around it, and a pretty bow resting on top. An envelope sat on the box so you reached down to open it.


It’s been too long since I’ve seen you and I feel like treating my princess to a night out. I know this is last minute, but trust me and follow the instructions inside. All of them. Meet me at the restaurant.



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Simple Man

Originally posted by deanjackles

Summary: Reader has a break in one night and meets Officer Dean Winchester, the one person who might ruin everything…

Pairing: cop!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,200ish

Warnings: language

A/N: I hope you enjoy this first part of some gruff cop Dean…

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Ain’t Nobody In The World But You

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Plus Sized!Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark (mentioned)

Warnings: Insecure reader, swearing, virgin!reader, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy)

Summary: Based off of a request.

Word Count: 3130

A/N: So I used some pretty harsh words in this one, this is just what I feel when I’m having a bad day… Hopefully those words don’t trigger you. Please send warnings I’ve missed into my ask box. I also listened to ‘You & I’ by John Legend while writing the smut.

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

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Requested by anonymous

You shoved the door open and plopped onto the couch in the main sitting room of the Avengers Facility with a groan. This attracted the attention of the other Avenger in the room, Steve. “Hey, everything alright?” he asked, looking over to you.

“No,” you groaned, wiping your face, even though tears weren’t actually falling.

Steve frowned and came closer, sitting next to you. “What’s wrong?”

“My friends tried throwing me a birthday party, and it all went to crap,” you replied. “It took forever for us to get a table at the restaurant, then our waitress had an attitude. The attitude got worse when she got my order wrong and I asked for a replacement.”

You didn’t notice Tony enter the room until he spoke up. “Wait, you didn’t tell us it was your birthday!” he said.

“It certainly doesn’t feel like one,” you grumbled. “After we left, a truck drove by just in time to soak me. I had to go buy myself a new outfit so I wouldn’t be even more miserable.”

Steve put his arm around you in a comforting gesture. “We all have rough days, even if it happens to be on your birthday,” he commented.

“Okay, we’re going to have birthday party take two,” Tony stated dramatically.

“You don’t-“ you started to tell Tony.

“Too late. Text has already been sent out to the Avengers. They’ll be here shortly. I’ll get the booze.” He gave you a salute before leaving.

You were stunned. “So, I wasn’t expecting that,” you commented. “I should probably change into something nicer.”

“You do that, I have something to talk to Tony about,” Steve said. He got up before helping you up.

Shortly after, you were ready for another try for a party. You entered the common room, giving a polite smile to the Avengers that were there.

“Hey, birthday girl!” Wanda greeted, giving you a one-armed hug in greeting. “Tony told us to come.”

“I know,” you replied flatly. You looked around. There was a table set out with booze, which Natasha, Clint, and Sam were all talking around. Another table had snacks, Pietro already digging into the sweets.

“Happy birthday!” Thor greeted in his lack of indoor voice. Bruce gave you a smile and nod. Steve walked up to you, handing you a drink.

But one Avenger in particular was still missing. “Where did Tony go?” you asked Steve curiously.

“He’ll be back soon,” Steve replied. That didn’t answer anything. Though, it didn’t take long for him to return, arms full of boxes and bags.

“It’s not a birthday without presents,” Tony stated, setting the gifts down next to a chair.

“It can totally be a birthday without presents, but thank you,” you said. “Did you get all of these yourself?”

“Well, it was all my money, yes. But a couple of the others had suggestions,” Tony replied. “Sit, open the presents. I’m still waiting on the cake to be delivered.”

You sat down and looked at the pile of gifts. You didn’t know where to start. But a small, long box caught your eye. You picked it up. There was a little bit of a rattle. You opened it up, to find a beautiful necklace. It was in the shape of two joined hearts, with colored stones surrounding them.

“I picked that one out,” Steve told you, walking over. “It’s your birth stone.”

You grinned. “Thank you so much!” You said, jumping up to hug Steve. He chuckled and hugged back.

“I didn’t like seeing you so upset. I figured something as pretty as you would help,” Steve told you. You blushed as the other Avengers cooed.

“You’re so sweet. Mind helping me put it on?” you asked.

“Of course,” Steve replied, taking the necklace out of the box, putting it on for you.

“Why did you have to open that one first?” Tony jokingly complained. “Now the rest is going to look bad in comparison.”

“Shut up, Tony,” you jokingly scolded in return. “And thank you, my birthday is already loads better.”

“Rum & Coconuts” - h.s. Part 5

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4



You felt like it was back when Harry was touring for months and you could hardly talk to him, let alone know where he was. But this time around, you were running a business and you knew that while you were slaving over paperwork and getting paper cuts and paint on more of your clothes, Harry was probably just sitting around writing or swimming in the ocean or drinking and that made you a little mad and jealous but also made you focus more.

Savie was over the fucking moon, of course, because she and Beau were together and he was visiting her for a little while and sticking around as he worked on his next exhibit.

“Artists really can live anywhere as long as they have space to work,” Savie told you as you flipped through some design books. Your office had never been more messy and stocked in your life as you surrounded yourself with work and threw yourself into it to fill the void in Harry’s absence. 

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Lose Your Keys, Find A Man

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom

Prompt: For the anon who sent in “Can you do a Derek Morgan x reader where she’s being harassing by some guy who won’t take a hint and he comes to her rescue?” 

A/N: Ah! I do love and miss my beautiful Derek Morgan so much! (Do I sound like Penelope yet lol? XD) This one is for the awesome anon who requested it and all the Morgan girls out there, not enough fics for him exist and I am happy to add to the collection. Enjoy :) Also, I’m still taking requests so if you want to hit up that asks box!

Note: (Y/N/N): your nickname

Word Count: 1.7 K

Rating: PG (maybe PG-13 if you really squint)

“Just one more drink she said, it’ll be fun she said! More like she’ll become a pain in the ass who can’t stand up,” you muttered as you dragged your friend Elizabeth out of the club with the help of your other friend Molly. The three of you had met your freshman year of college at Virginia Tech. Other than having one freshman english class, the three of you had polar opposite class and career tracks. You were a corporate lawyer, Molly was on the fast track to being a neurosurgeon, and Elizabeth was an aspiring painter. The three of you became inseparable and still shared an apartment, six years later. And it was times like this where you were glad you all had that kind of history else you might have killed the two of them by now. When you went out, you usually assumed the duty of being designated driver and “mom” of the night, while your two friends chose to drink ‘til they dropped, literally. 

“Look on the bright side, you can give her hell for this and shine a bright light in her eyes in the morning,” Elizabeth mumbled, stumbling slightly due to her drunk state and Molly’s extra weight on her shoulder. 

“Yeah right,” you snorted, “We both know that I’ll be handing out ibuprofen and coffee to you both in the morning and saying, ‘poor sweet baby’”. 

“True, but hey at least I’m not as much of a pain to handle,” she replied, as you hailed a cab. 

“Don’t even go there,” you said playfully bumping her shoulder. The passing cab came to hault and with you and Elizabeth’s combined efforts you managed to settle Molly inside. You reached in your purse for your wallet to ensure you could pay the fair and made a horrible discovery. “Shit, I think I dropped my keys,” you groaned.

“Just run inside and go find ‘em. We can wait.”

“No, it’s fine. I have no idea where I dropped them and this could take awhile. You need to get her home before she gets sick in the car.”

“Ok, just be careful. See you at home,” Elizabeth said. You closed the door of the cab and watched them drive off. You quickly walked back into the bar, not wanting to be outside for two long. You weren’t paranoid, just cautious. You’d heard too many horror stories women getting kidnapped outside of bars late at night. You quickly started scanning the room for a thick wad of keys as you walked back in. Not immediately catching sight of them, you trudged over to the bar. 

“Hey, Nick. Has anyone turned in a set of keys in the last ten minutes?” you asked the bartender, who you’d gotten to know since your friends loved this bar. 

“Afraid not (Y/N). Only things back here other than little old me are the drinks and a couple of notepads,” he replied cheekily. 

“Ha, well that was worth a shot. I’m going to go look over at the booth where we were sitting but if I can’t find them and they get turned in you’ll let me know right?”

“I’ll holler if they turn up.”

“Thanks,” you replied sadly, and dragged your feet over to the booth where you’d been stationed with your friends for the past three hours. You could kick yourself right now. All you wanted was to go home, but instead you were stuck at the bar looking for keys that you weren’ t even sure were there. You looked under the booth, then crawled in and stuck your hand down in the seats hoping maybe the keys had slid down in between. 

“Hello, pretty lady. Come back for more already?” some guy slurred as he stumbled toward you. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye and immediately recognized him as the man who’d spent the majority of the night trying to pick you up. And in turn, you’d spent most of the night trying to get away from him and his awful breath that stank of alcohol, which signalled to you that he’d had way too much to drink. 

“Just trying to find my keys,” you replied, casually and kept sliding your hand around the seats. 

“Well, maybe I could help you with that,” he muttered, in as sultry of a voice as he could muster up and slid his hand up your thigh and onto your ass. 

“What the hell are you doing?” you growled and flipped around, after ripping his hand off you.

“Just trying to get a little play baby.”

“Well find someone who wants to play with you.”

“Aw c’mon, pretty lady. I seen the way you and your friends dance with anything that moves. I just want a little of that attention.”

“And as I have politely told you all night, I’m not interested,” you snapped, using your foot to push him back a few feet. The man glared intently at you and you instantly regretted that last move. 

“Now listen here you-”

“Hey buddy, the lady said no so why don’t you back off,” a voice said from behind the man as a hand landed on his shoulder. You flicked your eyes up to the owner of the voice and you savior. Tall, muscular, and handsome as hell. Honestly, he looked more like he belonged in a movie than here in real life rescuing you from some guy. 

“Why don’t you mind your own business buddy?” the drunk man sneered, shrugging the foreign hand off of his shoulder. Your hero (as you had labeled him in your head) stepped between you and the drunk.

“It is my business when men like you are harassing a woman. So why don’t you scram before I have the other FBI agents in the room book you for attempted assault and harassment?” he replied flashing a gun and credentials. The man took one last look at you over his shoulder before stumbling off toward the door. “Well, that takes care of that,” he muttered straightening up before turning to you and offering a hand to help you out of the booth. “You alright?” 

“Yes,” you replied, taking his hand and pulling yourself out of the booth to stand in front of him. “Thank you so much, I’ve been trying to shake that asshole all night.” 

“Sorry I didn’t notice sooner.”

“It’s ok. He wasn’t being that ballsy earlier.”

“Well, no woman deserves to be treated that way,” he said. “Didn’t I see you leaving with your friends a few minutes ago?”

“Yeah, I put them in a cab to head back to our apartment once I realized I had dropped my keys somewhere in the bar earlier,” you told him as you did another scan of the bar. “I was trying to see if maybe they had slid down into the seat when the drunk bastard started creeping on me again.” You turned your eyes back to your companion and found him kneeling on the ground, pulling your keys out from under the booth. 

“These what you’re looking for?”

“Yes, thank you so much…”

“Sorry, manners slipped my mind. Derek Morgan,” he replied, handing you your keys. 

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), and given that you just essentially rescued me from some creep minutes ago I’m pretty sure your manners are fine,” you teased fiddling with your keys. 

“Like I said, it’s not right to treat ladies that way, especially one’s with smiles as pretty as yours,” he said, flashing a dazzling smile at you. You grinned at him and tucked your hair behind your ear. You were suddenly very aware that you were being watched. Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed a table full of people who were trying to nonchalantly watch the exchange going down between the two of you. 

“Well, I think I’m going to get going. I’ve got to drunks to take care of at home and I wouldn’t want to keep you from your friends any longer, but you might want to tell them to try being more discreet if they plan on watch people,” you chuckled. 

“I can walk you out if you want,” Derek suggested.

“You’ve been nice enough already, and the bartender is a friend so I’ll ask him to. It was nice to meet you, Derek,” you replied. 

“Nice to meet you too, (Y/N),” he said and sauntered off back to his friends. You sighed dreamily and walked up to the bar. 

“Success,” you declared, leaning on the bar, and dangled your keys for Nick to see. 

“Awesome, now I don’t have to scour the bar for those when I close,” he replied washing glasses. 

“Nick, would you mind walking me out to my cab? It’s kind of late,” you asked, slipping said keys back in your purse where they belonged. 

“Didn’t Derek offer to walk you out?”

“How did you know that? And second question, you know him?” 

“First, I’m a bartender I hear everything. I was about to step in for you earlier, but Derek was ordering a drink and said he would handle it. Second, I don’t know him per say, but the crowd of FBI agents over there are regulars,” Nick explained as he set the glass down and picked up another. “He’s a big hit with girls, but I don’t think he’s seeing anyone.”

“I know what you’re implying, and knock it off. He’s way out of my league,” you shot back. 

“C’mon, (Y/N/N). You, my friend, are a catch and he’s a great guy who knows how to treat a woman right.”

“What do you want me to do, Nick? Walk over there and drop my number on a napkin in front of him?”

“Or you can give it to him now since he’s walking over here,” Nick mumbled, suddenly very busy cleaning that glass. 

“(Y/N),” Derek said as he walked up beside you. 

“Hi again,” you replied. 

“Stop me if I’m being too forward, but I was wondering if I could maybe take you out to get a coffee?”

“Like right now?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Derek nodded. “It’s almost one o’clock in the morning.”

“Well, I am a man who believes in living in the present,” he replied chuckling, “but I do see your point.” 

“You know what, I know a great diner that makes a mean cup of coffee and a fantastic milkshake,” you mentioned adjusting the strap on your purse. 

“Well, Miss (Y/L/N), let’s go,” he said grinning as he offered you his arm. You giggled as you took it. Who knew you’d find your knight in shining armor as a result of losing your keys under a booth? 


A/N: ok so when I was writing the first part it suddenly hit me what the conversation with the team would be like after Morgan saves the reader and goes back to the table, but I couldn’t figure out how to work it into the story so I’m including it as a bonus scene. Enjoy :)

“Nice to meet you too, (Y/N),” Derek muttered and strolled back over to the table the other BAU members were perched around, still thinking about (Y/N)’s beautiful eyes and smile. 

“So, is she prettier upon closer inspection?” Rossi teased as Morgan leaned against the table. 

“What are you talking about?” Morgan asked, snapping out of his stupor. 

“Derek, c’mon you are sitting which a group of profilers. Don’t think we haven’t noticed that you’ve been staring at her since we got here,” JJ replied, waggling her eyebrows at him. That was true, the team had arrived about an hour ago to continue their night of bar hopping and that was when Derek had noticed (Y/N). She had thrown the BAU’s resident player off of his game, big time. Instead of approaching and mingling, he’d decided to take the road of observing watching the way her smile lit up her face as she laughed with her friends and swung her hips. 

“We also agreed never to profile each other and I haven’t been staring,” Derek grumbled. 

“Right, so what’s her name?” Penelope asked leaning toward him. 


“And I’m assuming you got her number, so when are you seeing her again?”

“I didn’t get her number,” he replied. A collective groan spread around the table, while Spencer smiled in the corner and extended his hand. 

“Told you, now fork it over all of you,” he said victoriously, taking a ten dollar bill from each member of the team. 


“They bet that you’d have a date and her number by the time you walked back over here, and I noted the fact that you were ‘off your game’ as you would say, so I bet them you wouldn’t and I definitely won,” Reid explained, smiling smugly. 

 “Chocolate Thunder, bet aside I expect you to march back over there and score yourself a date else I hack her phone and call her for you,” Penelope threatened, poking his chest.

“I’ll show you who’s not off his game,” Derek grumbled, downing one of the shots that had been for the table before spinning and marching toward the bar where (Y/N) was chatting up the bartender. 

“Atta boy!” Prentis shouted.

“WHOO! GO CHOCOLATE THUNDER!” Penelope cheered.

New York, New York

Originally posted by shawnskisses

Requested by anonymous: I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!! Can you do one where shawn finished a concert, on his way to a plane to go to you and he get in a car accident. After months in coma he wakes up and your still there waiting for him even if a lot of people told you to move on?

Note: tears, just tears and it’s super long so prepare yourselves



This was not happening.

You were not going to let this happen.

Everyone was silent.

And then you lost it.

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do you love ryan ross? do you want to make his day a little brighter? this is the perfect project for you! the ryan ross letters project is a collection of letters from fans, that will be delivered to ryan in june. i know what you’re thinking: how so? i have talked with daniel (glitterworldinc) and will be giving them to him when i go to la this june. (link to screenshots, for proof)

RULES AND GUIDELINES (boring i know but they have to exist)
- PLEASE do not mention ryden
- no mentions of panic (if you say something like “i’ve supported you since 2005” or smth that’s fine but just nothing like “YOU WERE MY FAVORITE IN PANIC I MISS THE PANIC DAYS” please!)
- if you don’t know if you should include something, just ask me!
- since these letters are going directly to ryan, im going to look over everything individually. so please, don’t try to sneak any of these things in.

you can send your letters to my ask box, or message me if it’s too long!
you can also find me at..
my twitter: manilalatte
instagram: givemeyourattention

the deadline is june 15, because im leaving the 22nd and will not have access to a printer anytime after that. some submissions between the 15-20 may be accepted, but i would really love for everything to be packaged up and ready by the 15th! thank you for reading, and i hope i get a letter from you soon!

-heather <3

Dating Tyler while you're in college

-he’d try not to text you while you’re at school but it gets kinda hard because he misses you so much
-he memorized your schedule
-so he knows when we can text you and not take your attention away from your lecture
-sometimes he comes to your campus to eat lunch with you
-he’ll help you study best he can even if he has no clue as to what he’s reading
-rewards you when you get good grades on your exams and papers
-if you get good score on your midterms and finals he really goes all out with the rewards
-nice dinners, gifts, special alone time *wink wonk*

✧Leave ideas for headcanons in my ask box✧

Originally posted by notsogrumpy-curls

Missing You~Part Two Yongguk Angst

Originally posted by zainbap

*GIF is not mine credits to the owners.*



Part 1

After the alteration with Yongguk you stayed in your apartment for a couple days. You called in sick to work, and avoided the calls from your friends. Seeing him being happy without you just broke you a little more inside. 

Here you were crying and heartbroken about the breakup, he was happier than ever. It wasn’t fair. You lifted your head up off of your pillow and looked outside. It looked like it was about mid day. You called in sick to work again today. You sighed as you groggily got out of bed and went to the washroom. You needed to shower and brush your teeth. 

You were starting to stink. As you were about to get into the shower you heard a knock at your door. You groaned and walked to your front door. 

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First part of the guide is here!! And this will be all about styles. But first, what exactly are styles? According to the MS Word description.

“A style is a set of formatting characteristics, such as font name, size, colour, paragraph alignment and spacing. Some styles even include borders and shading.”

In plain English, they are a bunch of programmed formats for text. So, instead of going paragraph by paragraph, an setting, font, size, alignment, spacing, and so on; you just click and the text is done.

Besides the convenience of using them, and the benefits of a great look, they give your document consistence and that makes it easier an more pleasant to read. Also, they help you navigate your document, which comes handy when you have a lot of pages.

With that said, the guide is on!! But below the cut, because I am conscious of people’s dashboards and my own.

Note: I’ve just hit my first 100 followers! And I wanted to thank everyone, for helping me reach this first milestone. I hope to be able to keep contributing to this lovely community. Thanks!

Love, Andrea

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anonymous asked:

i want to love the supercorp fandom but half of y'all are just as bad as the karam*l shippers or the superc*t shippers at not caring about kara at all beyond whoever she's sleeping with. like you watch an episode that f*cks up kara's family for someone kara's dating and fix it by just having the person she's dating be another gender? that's not a fix sorry. that's literally the exact same thing. only gay.

So! There’s a lot for me to say here.

Quite honestly, the fix-it posts are more of a joke than anything. They are me saying, “How much fan service could I put in the last scene of this episode?” They are not meant to be taken as what I truly wish had happened; rather, they are my version of the ridiculous relationship drama the writers seem intent on writing. If I were actually going to rewrite the episode, you are correct: I would change a whole lot more. I would not have forgotten the entire Jeremiah plotline to begin with; I would have allowed Alex and Kara to be there for each other in a way they really weren’t. I would change the fact that this entire season has sidelined an incredible female character for a conventionally attractive, straight, white man who comes from a planet that condones slavery and misogyny. 

But I didn’t rewrite the whole episode. In fact, I specifically only wrote the last scene, because I wanted to write about what my ideal little fun, quasi-romantic scene would be. I specifically took what the writers gave us and said nope, I don’t like that, but without majorly changing the episode, how could I like it? The posts are meant to be a brief respite, a chance to find a way to make a single scene something I would like to watch in the midst of a long plotline that I have no interest in watching.

More importantly, I am frankly insulted by your insinuation that all I–and most supercorp shippers–care about is who Kara sleeps with. That really couldn’t be further from the truth. Do I ship Kara and Lena? Obviously. But I have no qualms stating that they’re almost certainly not going to become canon; I never thought they were. So I’m not sure where that statement is coming from. I genuinely am not sure how you took my headcanon post–where, mind you, they don’t even kiss. they literally sit together and eat a donut–and got the message that all I care about is who Kara sleeps with.

And every single supercorp shipper I follow feels the same way I do: we do not like k*ramel and the way he is treating her. That’s where our problem lies. It is not because he is not Lena; it is because he is a misogynistic, toxic asshole who does not listen or respect Kara. 

So I’d also like to argue that your last statement–”that’s literally the exact same thing. only gay.”–is patently false. There are a great many posts that explain this better and in more depth than I am willing to do here, but I will try to summarize. Lena likes Kara for Kara, even if you interpret it as simply friendship. Lena says Kara is her hero. Lena fills Kara’s office with flowers. Lena has been nothing but kind, courteous, and respectful. M*n-el tosses aside the flowers Kara gets him. M*n-el immediately announces to the DEO that they are dating, despite Kara’s explicit desire that he do the opposite. M*n-el has done nothing but go against Kara’s requests, disrespect her wishes, and hurt her. It is not the same thing–in fact, one is a relationship built on genuine connection, whereas the other is a relationship built on lies. One is healthy, the other has truly redefined what an unhealthy relationship is in my mind. (Also, you should not ignore the societal implications of that “only gay” relationship. That’s a pretty shitty thing to do, and I could write an entirely separate post about that.)

So, look. If you don’t want to read my fix-it posts, then don’t. I really don’t care. You do you, pal. But to read one post, come into my ask box, say that all I care about is who Kara is sleeping with? That’s not okay. You not only missed the entire point of the post, but you are also making sweeping generalizations about an entire fandom that are incorrect and, honestly, offensive. But go off, I guess.