my middle finger likes you


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How About That Drink?

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: sexual innuendo, mild violence (Sparring)

Word Count:  1097

Summary: Bucky’s your new sparring partner in your group training session

A/N: I don’t know how happy I am with this but I also wanted to get something posted for you guys…Feedback greatly appreciated !!

I smirked victoriously as I knocked Tony back down onto the floor for the third time, my knee braced against the middle of his back. He huffed in frustration, managing to turn himself around so he was looking up at me, a disgruntled expression on his face. I laughed, tapping my finger against the middle of his chest. 

“Come on, it’s like you aren’t trying at all.”

I pushed myself back to my feet, helping Tony to stand before lowering myself back down into a fighting stance, a smile playing across my lips. I loved the days where we all trained as a group, being able to use some of the pent up energy that the boxing bag just didn’t get rid of. Steve had us go over multiple techniques and fighting regimes but hand to hand combat - Like Natasha - was my forte.

“Remind me again why we’re all learning this?” Tony grumbled, stretching out his arms while looking at Steve. We’d been on the mat twenty minutes and while I’d knocked him on his ass a few times already, he hadn’t been able to land even his first hit on me.
“Well we don’t all have fancy metal suits to protect us,” Clint replied from the sidelines, Tony glaring in his direction.
“Aw Tony, I’ll go easy on you this time,” I jested. “I promise.”

He mumbled something under his breath before getting back on the mat, lowering himself down into the same stance I’d taken, his fists in front of him as he prepared for my attack. I licked my lips, sending him a quick wink before I launched forward, using his outstretched hands as a foot hold, wrapping my leg around his neck. I used my body weight to try and tip us forward, hoping that Tony would lose his balance but I was surprised when Tony leant back instead, toppling both of us onto the floor, his body on top of mine. I would have been annoyed over not being able to see that coming but the look of elation on Tony’s face was enough to send me into a fit of laughter.

“I did say I’d go easy on you I suppose,” I said as Tony helped me back to my feet.
“Easy? Pfft,” Tony scoffed. “You didn’t even see that coming.”
He ruffled my hair affectionately before stepping off the mats, grabbing his water bottle as he sat down. I turned back to Steve.
“Who am I going against now?”
“I’d go,” Clint joked from his seat. “But that just wouldn’t be fair on you y/n/n, wouldn’t want it to be an uneven fight.”
“Come show me what you got Barton,” I replied, cocking one of my eyebrows. “I’d have that smirk wiped off your face in seconds.”

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Derek Hale Story (8)

Hanging Out:

Originally posted by songsoftheheartless

Two days after your date with Derek You and everyone were at his loft. The supernatural beings were mostly training, which left You and Stiles. Even Lydia has been training to fight with Parrish.

You and stiles put on a movie and we’re talking, goofing off, and laughing. You and stiles were playing thumb wars. Of course you won.. a bunch of times.

“Ha I won again loser” you said to stiles laughing your ass off.

“I let you win, it’s what gentlemen do” stiles defended

“ so sure stilinski ” you chuckle at him.

“What now” you asked him.

“Another game” he pretty much shouts and adds on “ but this time I won’t let you won” he says.

You decide to play the hand game tic tac toe. You both put your hands together and start the game.

Both saying “ tic tac toe gimme an x gimme an o give me a three in a row, rock paper scissor” You picked paper as stiles picked rock. Well everyone knows paper covers rock.

“Yes” you yell with a huge smile on your pretty face.

Your yelling apparently caught some attention because Derek, Issac, and Jordan snapped their heads in your direction. You and stiles laughed giving them awkward smiles.

“Sorry” you both say at the same time.

“I can’t help it if I make beautiful girls scream” stiles says to you trying to be smooth and a little pervy while the boys are staring at you too.

Jordan chuckles at stiles ridiculous remark. Issac has no expression but feels a little awkward because you and his history. And Derek does an overly exaggerated eye roll and did not look so happy.

Originally posted by fuck-feelings-brah

You slap stiles on his arm as the boys focus back to training. You and stiles go back to playing your game.

“Alright now shut your eyes and no peeking” you told stiles. He does as told and you poke him with your middle finger.

“Okay now guess which finger i used” you said to stiles.

He opens his eyes and thinks for a moment.

“Hmm” was the sound coming from his mouth. Another moment goes by.

“ well which is it” you huff out.

Stiles eyes widen a bit in a joking manner just like you joked being annoyed with him taking forever to answer.

“Okay jeez, it was your ring finger” he finally answers.

“Nope, it was my middle finger” you say while putting up your middle finger looking like your flipping him off.

“Well that’s rude” stiles acts offended while lightly slapping your finger away.

“Now give me your arm” you say while grabbing stiles arm.

“I win you lose now you have a big bruise” you punch stiles arm with every word you spoke. When you did you last punch stiles overemphasized saying “ow”.

You and stiles stopped playing around while the others who were training stopped and all sat around relaxing. Derek came to the couch where you and stiles have been sitting the whole time being at the loft. Derek lightly pushed stiles away from you so he can sit beside you.

“Hey I was sitting there” stiles exclaimed

“Yeah” Derek says sounding unimpressed and annoyed. Derek turns to face you ignoring everyone else’s chatter.

“How are you” he asks with a genuine smile.

“I am fine thank you, and your self” you return asking

“I am good, glad I get to talk with you, sorry for being busy up until now” Derek replies apologetically

You let out a chuckle “no no it’s fine” you reassure him

“Your amazing” Derek says and smiles

“So I’ve been told” you sass back with a smirk plastered on your face

“I bet” he smirks back.

Everyone talked for awhile. Then people started leaving shortly after one another. First was Jordan, then Lydia with Kira, Scott, stiles and Issac left all together. That left you and Derek alone.

“Want to put on a movie” you ask Than add “ or I can just go home if you want” you joke

“I really wish you wouldn’t go"Derek says while putting some of your hair behind your ear.

This made you blush which Derek was well aware of and smirked leaning in close to your face lips just touching slightly, lingering on each other. You breath in and Derek finally smashes his lip to yours. Passionately kissing for a couple minutes and then pulling away with cute smiles on both your face’s.

Originally posted by holyhalehottness

Derek gets up from the couch and grabs a movie for you two to watch. He puts the movie in and sits back down beside you.

"Not that I don’t want to watch the movie, but I much rather kiss you some more” you speak nonchalantly

Derek takes that as his que.

He grabs your face pulling it close to his and kissing you just as passionate as before. The kiss turned into a full on make out session with Derek on his couch.

You end up laying on your back on the couch with Derek on top of you lips locked together. Your hands are in Derek’s hair while his hands are roaming up and down your body. Derek’s hands stop moving all over your body and his lips separated from yours. He moves his face back a few inches away from yours

“We should probably stop” Derek says

You breathe out a little “yeah maybe we should slow down for now” you agree

Derek and you cuddle on the couch watching the rest of whatever movie Derek had put on.

The movie ended and you stood up grabbing your purse.

“Let me drive you home, its late” Derek offers

You nod and say “Alright thanks Der”

You guys leave the loft and get into his car.

The radio is on and a song you know and love comes on. So of course you can’t help your self and sing along.

Derek glances your way throughout the drive to your house smiling at how adorable you look moving around dancing and singing in the passenger seat.

You arrive at home. Derek walks you to your door.

“Thank you for the ride” you smile

“Anytime babe, gotta make sure your safe” he says and kisses your cheek.

“Have a goodnight and sleep well” Derek says to you.

“You too” you say back waving at him as he gets into his car.

And here you are standing at your door watching him drive down the street with a lovestruck smile and gleam in your eye.


(gifs not mine) Ya’ll really got to hurry up and read part 7. i notice that the post saying i will be posting part 7 has got more attention than the actual part. so please read the part as well so you can enjoy part 8. I am sorry if this is short. it seemed longer on paper lol. but no worries i intend on making many long parts as well.

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one of the actual best things is when you can just say to your friend, “yeah okay fuck you too” or just give ‘em two middle fingers because that’s just how chill you are

shit my friends insist i said more than once sentence starters;
  • ❝can you believe my sister commented on my last instagram picture that i look like satan?❞ 
  • ❝listen… i may be tiny but my kicks can reach very high don’t try me. ❞
  • ❝ actually, you’ve got it all wrong, darling. my middle finger salutes you. ❞
  • ❝ i look like shit, this is exactly why no one wants to date me. ❞
  • ❝ did you know in that in eighth grade i kicked someone’s knee and broke it? ❞
  • ❝ he deserved it, no one fucking compares me to a semi-trailer and gets away with that. ❞
  • ❝ do i look like my brother’s keeper to you? ❞
  • ❝ the best thing that happens when couples combine their names on facebook is that you can block them both in one press. ❞
  • ❝ you know, it’s so weird that the saying is butterflies in your stomach, it should me just flies because usually the person you fall for is a piece of shit. ❞
  • ❝ you know you should all just break up with your boyfriends and just date me, we could be each other’s sisters wives. ❞
  • ❝ yes it is morning, good however it is not. ❞
  • ❝ why do birthdays happens only once a year? i want to get birthday gifts every week.
  • ❝ i’m literally the biggest sinner in this city. ❞
  • ❝ how does my grandma always sees me from her window, for fucks sake, there’s a building in front of hers! ❞
  • ❝ i just hope my grandma won’t tell my mom she saw us kiss.. ❞
  • ❝ if you piss me off one more time i will throw my phone at your face. ❞
  • ❝ scaring people is kinda my thing. ❞
  • ❝ what do you mean thanks? bow down to your fucking queen. ❞
  • ❝ what do you mean thanks? lose your clothes. ❞
  • ❝ why yes, throwing water balloons at our boss is a good idea. ❞
  • ❝ well you see there’s thing thing called google, how about you use that instead of driving me nuts. ❞
  • ❝ oh for the love of god, all i wanted was a bit of silence and rihanna’s voice is that so fucking bad? ❞
  • ❝ we should watch porn together, that will be fun. ❞
  • ❝ who’s idea was it to do this again? ❞
  • ❝ i swear i’m a nice person once you get to know me. ❞
  • ❝ i am not a midget! i’m 5′0 for godness sake! ❞
  • ❝ when will the aliens save me from this awful planet? ❞
  • ❝ do you think anyone will notice if i burnt down the school? ❞
  • ❝ honestly, who cares, i mean if i break my leg then i will get babied by you so just push me off the bar i beg of you. ❞
  • ❝ i wish i was an ice cream cone. ❞
  • ❝ you can’t handle being punk rock, you can barely handle being cheesy pop. ❞
  • ❝ if you punch me in the face i’ll give you a dollar. ❞
  • ❝ honestly i’ll give everything for the hulk to fight me. ❞
  • ❝ i feel as if someone is baking me in an oven. ❞
  • ❝ do you think i’ll be a good wife? ❞
Never Letting You Go Again

A Shawn Mendes oneshot.

It almost would’ve been easier if we hated each other. If we broke up on bad terms and could no longer stand the sight of each other’s faces, maybe then it wouldn’t hurt so badly when she came and introduced him to me as her boyfriend, told him I was her “old friend”. It would’ve certainly been easier if I hated him, too. If he didn’t shake my hand and joke about the various girls ogling me from afar, tell me to call him Mitch instead of Mitchell, as she’d introduced him. I don’t know if it would’ve been easier if she hated him, though. She looked at him fondly, though my ego says not as fondly as she once looked at me, and it was nice to know he made her happy. 

When he left for a moment to grab drinks for the two of them (even asking if I wanted anything, that bastard), she looked around the bar, searching for something. “See any good prospects for tonight, lady killer?” she asked, sending me a grin. 

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A killers love letter


Requested by @homicidalteenagedream

Enjoy Darlin!

I smiled seeing a letter in the male from Happy. His chicken scratch writing, surprising the mailman knew where to mail it. I walked into our house, sitting at the dining room table, sipping my coffee. I ripped opened the envelope carefully, not to rip the letter inside. I slid out the letter and $40.00 slid out. I smirked, Happy hated excessive spending, innless it had to do with something sexual, or torture. I unfolded the letter and started to read.

To: My lovely/sexy/gorgeous old lady y/n

I cannot believe we have to be in this hot ass weather for a whole month. I fucking hate Nevada. But besides that I want you to know I am safe, and ok. And yes, I have been loyal. I miss you.. I miss your beautiful smile in the morning and the way you fit perfectly in my arms. The way your hair is sprawled across my chest as you hold me tightly.. More than anything.. I miss your body… The way you shake when I make you cum multiple times.. the thought makes me want to drive up there and bend you over the kitchen table. When I come home, you are in for it babygirl.. I am going to fuck you so many times, so schedule off work. This is your notice. I am going to lick every inch of your body. I am going to use my belt to tie those beautiful manicured hands together, and hold your legs down, marking them with bruises while I lick your sweet, sweet pussy.. the thought has me drooling.. you get wet so fucking quick.. when your about to come, I am going to shove my middle finger and pointer fingers deep in your pussy like you like and make you cum, hard… After I see those beautiful y/e/c eyes glossed over with lust.. I am going to take my clothes of, open that pretty mouth, and have your suck me… the way you do.. the way you worship my cock with that beautiful mouth.. Fuck… thinking about it… is causing me to lose my damn mind. After I have felt I have had a enough of your wet, warm mouth.. I am going to line myself up and push in roughly.. I know you hate it slow.. I am going to push in and show you how much I worship you.. how good you make me feel.. you have me pussy whipped.. we have been together seven years.. and I am still going crazy without it.. Be ready baby…

Love your overly hard old man..


P.S Use the money for some new lingerie!

I felt the heat pool, the words where so blunt. My old man was suffering… bad. I missed him too. We fucked at least once to twice a day.. I quickly grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.

To: My sexy killer

I love you.. and I hate how wet that last letter made me.. Here I sit, so unsatisfied with my fingers.. I need my man… I am ready to drive down and I see you. You better me loyal, or else ;). I love cumming on that handsome face of yours.. The thought.. seeing your face wet with my cum, as you lick your fingers.. makes me want to go over the edge all over again. Honestly more than anything however.. I want to suck you… suck you so much till you feel like your about to cum.

Fuck… Happy…. I want to feel you fill me up… nothing compares to that feeling… how you stretch me so much and make me climax with in minutes.. my old man knows what he is doing with my body.. but I beg you.. bend me over so I can back into you.. so you can feel me push against you… please allow me to do that….


To bad you have two more weeks… hurry and come home.. more like cum home.. ;)


From: your unsatisfied old lady



I looked up to see the door hands jingle. I jumped up grabbing my gun at the side. The door opened and he walked in. “We got done early..” Happy smirked looking at the letter. I was in for a hell of a few days…


          y’all   ,,,   y’all helped me reach  300+  followers  !!  i’m highkey  SHOOKETH  bc my dumbass compulsively made this blog on april 4th.  that’s right,  april fourth;  i’ve only had this blog for less than four weeks,  and you guys helped me get there.  for that,  this is a shoutout for all of you.  if you’re on this post,  i’m sending you lotsa love   (   and prayin’ for your finals grades,  since i know it’s this time of the year  ).  

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            @leftown  /  @typesfast​  lee  ,,,  u get the first thank u here bc we jumped into these blogs together and ur basically my cheerleader  ;)  and i’m yours  !!  we probably judge each other a bit for our  Life Decisions  in the early am’s,  but that’s okay  !!  here’s to a million more group chats,  impulsively making blogs,  and long nights of forcing each other to watch shows.  also to yelling  ICB  (  but we can  )  @  each other.

             @vanityriot  wtf i’m still lowkey  Raged  we didn’t know each other were on our respective blogs like  ,,,  yikes @ us  !!  catch us at our worst.  ur on here bc ur the eva to my noora,  period.  somehow we always end up playing the witch and the kid on the sports team.  idk how we do it.  lets just assume we’re soulmates and move on,  yes  !!  here’s to more drunk calls,  filipino food picture sharing,  present sharing  and  …  more nights of forcing each other to watch shows ;) 

          @usurpcd  moana  !!  i’m still waiting for proof that ur moana what the actual  Fuck  naomi  !??!!?!??!  anyways i’m glad u jumped into the gay with me.  more gay from us 2k17  !!  here’s to making new verses every other day,  plotting things and spamming each other with pretty girls in texts,  complaining about work,  and bugging each other to watch things  !!  

            @foodfanatic  /  @valediltorian  /  @r218  i want you to know i almost tagged just  ‘cosbo’.  i was gonna start with saying  ‘okay listen up bitch’  but apparently fate had other plans.  anyways  ,,,  listen up bitch  !!  start locking ur doors,  tell me about dallas,  texas,  maybe one day actually  REPLY IC TO ONE OF OUR THREADS ON JUGHEAD,  and i expect messages from u every morning.  it’s a part of my daily routine bc idk how u stay up as late as i do and still wake up early.  also ur middle finger looks like jughead’s nose,  good day.

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F.T.Willz never dies?

Do you remember the theory about FTWillz and his poetry? Around the net, especially in the fandom, this is not news and it seems like this person won’t cease to amaze us.

Since I started to investigate on FTWillz, his poetry has absolutely become my favorite topic.

I spent days around a lot of tumblr blogs and google researches, finding out things I would have never expected to find.

It may be because of the deep meaning behind his poems, or the simple and desperate need of help FTWillz communicates with his dark writing, that the issue concerns me so much.

First of all he had a myspace, then livejournal and finally twitter. What if this is not all?

Recently, a girl informed me about a really important blog she found on tumblr: f-t-willz-must-die.

To be honest, at first sight I thought “this is certainly a blog like another, maybe an appreciation one… I don’t think he would like to be found out so easily with the final ’‘must die” like Frank’s’’ but I had to think about it again as soon as I opened the link.

I made a quick journey in that blog just to see what I could have find and the first thing you can see is that the blog owner hasn’t written anything since September 2013, four months after he made the first post on his blog.

If you search the blog on whasoever search engine, the website does not appear, so it seems like this blog has been hidden by the owner.

This option can be activated once you register on tumblr, in the settings page, where you can allow the search engines to index your blog. So we can say that FTWillz thought that hiding his blog from other ones would have helped him with not being found out by people.

Or maybe he was just desperately trying to be discovered?

We passed hours on this blog, even though it has just 4 pages, and we noticed a lot of interesting stuff about his poetry.

First of all, the way FTWillz writes is stunningly similar to Frank’s, both the lack of capital letters and the frequent use of dashes on their poems.

There are about 34-35 poems written in there and FTWillz “sends” us a message that we can classify as “full of hate” and “desperate”.

Nothing new, right? All things that connect us to Frank’s poetry, whose poems are really similar to the new FTWillz ones.

Other important things can be the notes and the tags: actually, FTWillz didn’t add tags on his posts and he has just two notes, one of which is the girl’s who told me about this blog.

Seems like Frank didn’t want to be found out.

I immediately thought that the blog was a kind of “refugee” where he wanted to write safely without having problems.

The obvious question is: why didn’t he make a private blog?

You can tell this blog is absolutely interesting from every corner of it.

One of the things M noticed was the last poem he wrote, the 20th September’s one that appears on the top of the first page, where FTWillz mentions a certain Sylvia Plath.

I’m pretty sure someone of you recognized the name.

The same poetess was quoted by Frank in an interview years ago during The Black Parade, as a reference to the album, inspired by the figurative death in Plath’s poems.

Can it be just a coincidence?

Talking again about FTWillz, in the poem written the 25th August, I found an extremely important thing that, from the first sight, I’ve noticed.

Do you remember “From My Head to My Middle Finger, I Really Think I Like You”? The poem both Frank and the (not so) mysterious FTWillz have published?

Well, the same sentence was written by FTWillz must die too the 25th August.

Still a coincidence?

By the way, the 23rd May FTWillz published a poem named “houston we have a…” and the “you’re so cool cool cool” line shocked me a bit.

You have surely recognized this line, didn’t you?

The sentence is the same as Kill All Your Friends and this makes me think that this is not just a coincidence. We can notice that FTWillz is pissed off with a person who changed and who believes he is important so he calls him “arrogantly successful”.

Even if you’re not obsessed with this band you can surely tell that Gerard never wanted to be cool (yeah, we all know the NME interview), so we can assume that the fact that Gerard changed pushed FTWillz to write those angry lines.

There’s another thing that I noticed really easily. I am referring to the 15th July poem where FTWillz writes “club 27 has reached capacity”, which is also the title Frank gave to one of his poems in his website.

Still a coincidence? Let’s think a little about this.

If someone still remembers it, back to 2004, a message from Frank appeared to search for Gerard who disappeared after leaving a message telling him he was going to be the new Jim Morrison, who died when he was only 27 (the same age Gerard had in 2004) of overdose.

Now, let’s be honest, in that recording Frank seems to be crying instead of just being sick, so we can tell he cares a lot about his best friend and the fact that Gerard was basically drunk and on drugs all the time seems to confirm my theory. Seriously, Frank was really worried for him.

If you have never heard it, here’s a youtube video where you can find the recording

Do you still think this is just a mere coincidence? This poem is about someone who wanted to commit suicide at the age of 27, come on! It’s obvious now.

Moving on, FTWillz named a poem with a line a letlive’s song, Banshee: “My stomach hates the, hates the bitter taste of the truth” and, in another poem, he uses another line from another letlive’s song, Younger. And I found this thing pretty suspicious.

This could say barely nothing but I made a little research about this group just to see what type of connection they have together and I found something interesting.

Apparently, it seems like the two bands have in common the same label and this explains why FTWillz knows some of their songs.

As I said many times before, you can say this can be just a coincidence and the blog owner could be someone who enjoys making fun of other people and who can perfectly imitate the way Frank writes. And I understand this because I know the fanbase is full of teenagers that do not have anything to do all day, but I’m pretty sure there are a lot of things left and I’m definitely convinced that FTWillz must die is Frank.

Don’t believe me? Take a look here.

Do you think this is something a teenage boy or a teenage girl could write?

I don’t think a fifteen-years-old teenager can write those type of things, especially because I am one. Like the majority of my peers, I’m absolutely disinterested in politics and I’ll never be able to write things like these, not even in a million years. Trust me.

And the main reason I think FTWillz is Frank is the fact that if you open Frank’s page on his university’s website you can tell politics is a topic he is really interested in. I am convinced that he is such an intelligent and cultured man.

Do you think a grown up fan would waste his time making fun of a crowd of teenagers? I strongly doubt it.

In conclusion, I am definitely sure that FTWillz must die is Frank and that he WANTS us to find out these “secrets”. And I am convinced, after I read his poetry, that he was really close to reveal something, something we already know but something they still keep hiding.

Sorry for my not-so-good English and I wanted to thank my “colleague” M for helping me and for tolarating my silliness during this discovery!

We are going to analyze his poems soon so, stay tuned!

I don’t know what I can say anymore, it’s all up to you. There’s definitely more than just “stage gay” between those two.

missnaaf  asked:

OMG, the new update is so great, love the colors that you used ! And like I am the only one that think that Alex acts like an asshole ? Anyway it was amazing like always ! (btw "People like you are the reason we have middle fingers" is my new motto)

Thank you!!
Alex does act like one u r right
(I found this quote on instagram and liked it so… lol)


Mess up this post one more time tumblr  I dare you I will literally come to whatever little place headquarters is and punch your physical manifestation in the face

Sorry guys, hopefully that’ll fix the post! Hope that helps you out im-smiling-in-my-head ! This is usually what i tell myself when I’m in a yucky artmood. Yeah I see the typo also but i just don’t care to fix it =v=