my phone case is the shit

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Help?

I can’t make up my mind so I’m going to ask the void that is tumblr for their opinion :x  I’m getting a new phone soonish, and of course it needs a ME case to replace my old ME case soooo…  which is cooler??

Lazare Gvimradze’s Society6 Seriously like their stuff is fucking amazing and it’s going to be tough not to buy ALL THE ANDROMEDA PRINTS while I’m getting this case…

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And then Pidge gets ratted out to Space Dad™ and she gets her electronics taken away. She has to get Hunk to retrieve her laptop and phone and to guard her in case another paladin walks by because he’s a Good Friend™. Meanwhile, Keith doesn’t trust her with anything anymore ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

For my non-Spanish-speaking followers, “quiero tu ano en frente de mí” really means “I want your asshole in front of me” and Pidge is a little shit

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Patater Week - Day 3

Feb. 8 - Fake Dating/Secret (?) Relationship - (2K)

“I don’t care, it’s not weird, I’m going to sit on you,” Jeff says, shifting all 200 pounds of his body onto Kent’s lap.

“I wish you wouldn’t,” Kent tells him.

“That’s pretty gay,” an Aces teammate says from where he is sitting on the ground, demolishing his bowl of popcorn that he stole from Kent’s cabinets, even though Kent had specifically told him to not touch his cabinets. “And I have a boyfriend.”

“Shut up, I’m so scared, I’m so fucking scared,” Jeff says, burying his face in Kent’s neck. “Did they make it out of the hallway?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you watch the movie?” Kent says through his teeth as he shoves Jeff off to the side, which is rather difficult considering that Jeff is insistent that he turn into a human-sized suction cup for the occasion. “Seriously, could you let go? I can’t breathe.”

“Why did you pick a scary movie if you’re afraid of them, Jeff?” a rookie asks. He’s lounging on the carpet, his head using Patrick’s lap as a pillow as he scrolls down his phone.

“I’m not scared,” Jeff says, then curses as the woman in the TV screen turns a corner in her hallway and the music grows more ominous. “This is for a team bonding exercise for the rookies.”

“Which you hosted. At my place,” Kent says flatly. “Without consulting me.”

“You’re the captain,” Jeff says. “It should be at your place.”

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The Best Girlfriend

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Words: 1,453

Forever Tag List: @capandbuck @bummblebeeblue @sarbear429 @bea789 @xtina2191 @lovethefandomsuniverse @evyiione @trustnobodyshootfirst @motleymoose @thegoodhunterrr5 @bookaddictedhedgehog @gurlwitafro @magicalsis11 @aquabrie @fanboyswhereare-you @percussiongirl2017 @dionnemaria @sherlockslove112 @sesshomaru-lover @freaksforthewin @neishax-butler @hi-pixzza @cookee50 @captainidjit @imasunflower13 @clairedelalune @swimmer-sarcasm @lovelife-tothefullest @dylcole @almightyunnie @winchesterswantmypie

Request: Hey, I was wondering if you could do a one shot where Sam has anxiety, and a secret girlfriend (reader) and Dean would get pissed if he found out, and one day Sam has a panic attack and makes dean call his girlfriend. Thank you so much!!!! - @loveyalotslikejellytots

Author’s Note: You’re welcome! I hope you like it. I’m still behind on this season, over six episodes by now. I’ll eventually make myself watch it between the season ends. – Haley xx


Your name: submit What is this?

“Hello?” I asked, balancing the cellphone between my ear and shoulder. There was shuffling on the other end, but no answer. “Sam? Are you okay?”

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touraybinta  asked:

Hey, i'm trying to be confident with myself but what's really throwing me off is my acne. I'm 16 years old and i know it's puberty but can you help? I get a new one almost everyday and have a lot of clogged pores and acne scars. i drink water, exfoliate and wash my face twice a day. Nothing seems to help. I get a lot on my nose and clogged pores on my forehead and chin. recently i've started getting some on my cheeks. Do you have any tips on getting rid of clogged pores and acne scaring?

Okay I feel you because I use to be you. I can’t really help you bc everyone’s skin is different but I’ll tell you what has worked for me:
• I realized my skin was not oily just dehydrated so no harsh cleansers and I washed my face less and with colder water
•you are what you eat. Get your daily vitamins and cut down on hot cheetos
• sun screen is gold
•black african soap is something thank the Lord for
• acv toner is good to balance ph of your skin
•which hazel rose water toner has cured me
•MOISTURIZE HOLY SHIT •exfoliate once a week
•topical spot treatments will never compare to diluted tea tree oil
• don’t exfoliate more than 3x a week
• 8 hours of sleep will transform you
• mild exercise won’t kill you
•clean your pillow case and wipe your phone
•tie your hair out of your face
•TAKE YOUR MAKEUP OFF
•but seriously
•do a mask once a week
•vitamin c serum but never without sunscreen
•be open to new products but do your research and remember everyone’s skin is different
•your skin is an organ, please be kind to it

Tongue Tied || Peter Parker x Reader

I was supposed to write a drabble for Tsukishima for my DeviantArt page, but lost the muse to do so. here, have another peter parker x reader that no one asked for (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

I’m writing this in celebration of finally reaching 400 followers!!! ;w; this means so much to me ahhhh and I’m super excited!!

so to celebrate, I’m writing this story, which was inspired by ranma ½ where the doctor character loses his shit whenever the girl he’s in love with is close to him.

**I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!**

warnings: none, just a really clumsy Peter Parker.

word count: 3,300+

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. Reblogs are fine!

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Little did Peter know, just about everyone in his class was out to get him.

Now, it came as no surprise that Peter Parker wasn’t too poised even on his best days, but his clumsiness seemed to enhance by a tenfold whenever she was around.

[Full Name], a girl who seemed to blend in with just about any clique because of how kind and easy she was to talk to. The girl was not too popular nor much of a loner, she was just there.

But her presence was enough to turn Peter into a bumbling and tongue tied idiot. Many of the students who attended Midtown High could not find (or see) a reason why this Parker kid was so smitten with [Name]. All they knew was that watching Peter trying to communicate with the girl was hilarious.

Because of how his brain seemed to turn to mush around her, everyone who shared a class with both Peter and [Name] had conspired together to force the two of them together for the remainder of the year. They had no idea of the consequences, and was honestly just looking for a good laugh.

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thatoneyoulove  asked:

Idk where you want requests... Sorry, here goes: I thought you were my best friend so I jumped on you, but it turns out your just a really famous singer trying to get some shopping done without being noticed. Sorry? Or I'm a cop and you hate it, cause you're always worrying about me, but I love that I get to help people, and we try to work it out. Fluffy and worrying. Idk, those were bad, I'm sorry! But love your writing!!! And thank you, sorry if this is the wrong place.

A/N Thank you so much for your requests!! They are both awesome! This is exactly where they should be sent. I decided to go with the first one but may revisit the other at a later date because it seems pretty cool. Thank you for reading my stuff, I hope you enjoy this!

Jumped

Thirty minutes late. I sighed, pulling out my phone and verifying the time. I should be used to this by now but it was still frustrating. It sucked to be always on time, to stress about punctuality, and then get rewarded for my promptness by waiting for everyone else to arrive. My best friend, Oliver, was the worst offender. Knowing him he’d found some hot guy on his way into the store and was currently chatting up his latest conquest, oblivious to the fact that I was haunting the home goods store, circling the aisles in a random pattern and avoiding the workers.

“Where are you?” I texted him, considering 30 minutes enough time waiting to not be considered a nag. And really, to be fair (to me), it was 45 minutes. Like the neurotic freak I am, I had arrived 15 minutes early. The sales people in the store probably thought I was nuts.

I did another circle of the lighting department, staring at the ornate lamps on display and fingering the delicate tassels on the shades. There was a blue Victorian inspired one I was especially fond of. I was ogling the intricate embroidery on it when I finally spotted him. His back was to me but I recognized his slim build with surprisingly broad shoulders. His dark hair was covered by a baseball cap.

Sneaking up behind him, I put my hands on his shoulders and jumped on his back. “Finally!” I said, “I’ve been waiting for you for ages.”

“What the fuck?” I instantly went stiff, sliding down his back and stepping away, my eyes growing wide. Fuck! Oliver didn’t have an Irish accent.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorr…” I started to apologize, absolutely mortified. The words died on my lips as my poor accosted stranger turned and I was confronted by the bluest eyes I have ever seen. His forehead was creased as he looked at me, obviously annoyed by my assault. He was fidgeting irritably with a phone and water bottle in his hands, shifting them from one to the other as he took a deep breath.

“Look, I woulda taken a picture with ya. You didn’t need to jump on me.”

“I’m sorry?” I asked, confused. A picture?

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Sexting in Open Court

@barbabangme I am taking a break from smut forever after this omfg.  I hope it’s not too shit babe.
I am so tired rn but I had to post this tonight. I will be back to writing my fluffy stuffs next week guys. 

Lets put this cute gif of Rafi on it cos why not.

His face totally says “Yeah but you can’t send dirty messages like this and still win your case tho can you?” asdfghjkdsghsdjk I need sleep loool bye

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Seven Minutes In Heaven (With Seventeen)

Summary: A simple little party in someone’s basement while their parents weren’t home. A simple little game meant for horny preteens trying to get to second base. It’s not supposed to be make or break for your heart, right? Right? Fluff. Multi-chap. 

(A/N: Okay, so I don’t know if any of my followers remember Quizilla. But Quizilla was my first ever fanfiction website. And long before I was writing fanfiction and posting it there, I was reading. And obviously, with a name like Quizilla, the primary formatting of their website was quizzes. This meant that the fanfic writers there actually came up with something very creative - a choose your own adventure style fanfic, usually seven minutes in heaven. I saw these everywhere. If you were in a fandom at the time then there was a 99% chance that a seven minutes in heaven quiz existed for that fandom. Most of the ones I read at the time were about Harry Potter. So anyway I’ll probably explain more about this concept if asked, but I think you’ll get it as you go along. If you have read the Quizilla ones then you’ll get it right off the bat. I’ve always always always wanted to do one of these and I thought Seventeen was the perfect fandom to do it for. I’m gonna have so much fun with this. I think the only warnings are under aged drinking and light promiscuity?? Whatever have fun reading. This is just the prelude before all the individual members parts, but I do recommend reading for set up. -Tanisha<3)

You got invited to parties like this more often than you went to them. You found it more boring going out like this than anything. Your friend group had an odd mixture of people who were of the drinking age and just under, leaving you all with an odd conundrum - the older ones buying alcohol (never anything too heavy) and simply watching in amusement of how the younger ones couldn’t hold their illegal booze. This always gave these parties a distinctly ‘teenage’ vibe. Usually in someone’s basement, or in a dark backyard when parents weren’t home, with Top 40 music blasting in the background for people to embarrass themselves to.

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Shameless - [EXO] Mafia!Sehun Au

Originally posted by luhaven

[A/N] The boss. And his right hand man.

Digging your keys in the knob, you had to push the door with all your body for it to open completely because the top screw had severed due to rust and you yet have the time to fix that.

Calling the landlord would take years, and he will cut off from the deposits you pay when you first moved in so you figured that, fixing yourself would be faster and much more efficient. It would have been easier if you called your brother, but he’s away in the army in the west coast of the country, working as air force member, 8 hour drive from there to here.

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anonymous asked:

So I've gotta keep my phone on me at work in case my boss texts or calls me. My boss is a nice guy so he generally tries to not contact us at work unless theres something important he's gotta tell us. So I'm like texting him and a customer goes "are you actually working" and I said "yes" and they go "not you're not" and they laugh like it's a joke and I go "I'm messaging my boss. " like. Could you not assume I'm not working ? You don't know.

You bet your ass if it was a walkie talkie they wouldn’t bitch. But walkie talkies are shit compared to texting on a phone. They just hate seeing employees have a convenience that makes their job easier. -Abby

that’s got to hurt - part 4 - S.M

part 3 here


I woke up dishelved. I got up and showered and had this need for something and I couldn’t quite place it. I was missing something. I got dressed into a red lacey shirt that required me to wear no bra and I wore it with leather pants and my heeled boots. My make-up was simple. Just the usual simple base, with bronze eyeshade but today I wore my new shade dark pink lipstick called exotic.

I was still missing something. I thought and I know it wasn’t my phone because that was in my back pocket. I went to the kitchen to grabbed and my keys and headed outside to the garage. I stopped in my tracks, my jaw nearly hit the floor and my eyes went wide. Where my car was supposed to be seated was a truck full of paparazzi. I quickly closed the door as soon as the first flash went off. I walked to my garage from inside thinking maybe I left it in there. But it wasn’t there. I stomped my foot down when I realised that even though it had been 48hours since I met Shawn I had left my car at the concert. I pulled my phone out remembering that Shawn had whispered into my ear last night that there was a surprise behind the case. I took the plain black case off and on the back in Shawn’s lovely writing was his number and a little thing that said. “I still may not know your name, but I sure as hell will know your number” I rolled my eyes at this and dialled the number.

“morning” his sleepy voice came through.

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Teach Me (Part 1/7)


Summary: Bucky seeks out your help for drawing lessons…even though he already knows how to

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 786

A/N: This is just a shit ton of fluff and it’s mostly in Bucky’s Point of View. I needed a little break from Sweetheart, that shit’s hard! BUT there will be an update sometime this week!
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“How the hell do I talk to her?”  I whispered harshly to Sam who was sitting beside me, I hate to admit it but I was using him as a sort of shield between me and Y/N

“Who? Y/N?” He asked loudly, him and his stupid fucking face, but luck was on my side today because she didn’t seem to hear him.

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Sherlock Valentine’s Day Challenge #8

Originally posted by roza-roza-my-roza

Gifs not mine

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Prompt: “You sure know how to show somebody a good time” (Prompt #8)  (Prompt in bold)

Warnings: Swearing

Originally posted by zombiqueen1967

Let’s Go!


Valentines day. You suspected it was just going to be a normal day in Baker street, your boyfriend being Sherlock and all. He didn’t have much time to celebrate one day dedicated to love, as he thought it was pointless. You had gotten him a card and a scarf anyway, because he needed a new one, but you weren’t expecting anything in return, not that you really cared.

When you woke up, the bed was empty, besides you. Case, you thought. Hang on, where was the sound of the alarm? You looked over to your bedside clock, praying that you had just woken up early. The numbers flickered over to 10:00.

Shit!

You were meant to get up five hours ago! Work started at six, and you were four hours late! Your boss would definitely not let you off for this one. She would cut your pay in the best case scenario. You were definitely screwed.

But why didn’t your alarm wake you?

You practically flew around the bedroom, collecting your phone, purse and other various things before sprinting out of the bedroom to grab breakfast.

“What’s the rush?”

To your surprise, your boyfriend, Sherlock, was making pancakes in the kitchen.

“I’m four hours late for work! My boss is going to fire me!”

“Oh, you’re not going into work today.”

What?

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you’re going to stay with me today, Y/N. Do keep up.”

“Yes, yes, I took that, but I’m going to get fired if I don’t go into work!”

“No, you’re not. According to your boss, you woke up early and started throwing up. She was vey sympathetic and gave you two days off. Work policy, apparently.”

“Did you ring my boss and tell her I was ill? Why?”

“It’s Valentines day.”

You didn’t know what to make of this. Sherlock wanted to spend valentines day with you? You put your handbag down and sat at the table, which had been cleared of its science equipment. Sherlock put a plate of pancakes in front of you, and put his own down next to yours. He sat beside you and gave you a questioning look.

“What’s the matter love? Is everything ok?”

You burst into tears.

“Oh god, have I done something wrong? What is it? Tell me!” You heard the panic in his voice.

“You haven’t…hic…done…hic…anything.”

“What’s the matter then?

Hic… it’s just that you want to spend valentines day, of all days with me. I wasn’t expecting this at all! I thought you’d forget!”

“How could I? Come on now, eat up. We have a long day ahead of us.”


You were stood in the line for the Ferris wheel at London fair. So far, you and Sherlock had:

- Exchanged gifts (He loved the scarf you had gotten him)

- Bought ice creams together

- Shared a bottle of wine

You huddled up to him as you moved closer to the front, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders in return.

“You sure know how to show someone a good time, Sherlock.”

“Just wait until we get home.” He winked at you, flashing that grin that only you got to see.

Blushing, you pulled him into the cart, the ride operator closing the door behind you. When you got to the top, Sherlock pulled you into him, and passionately kissed you.

And that’s the story of how you made out with the world’s only consulting detective at the top of a Ferris wheel on Valentines day.


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ilovekoreanboybands  asked:

I just got my Sangwoo phone case from Redbubble and I'm patiently waiting on the day someone sees it and gives me that, "Holy shit they like Killing Stalking", look on their face.

ok wait you bought a sangwoo phone case

How you doin’?

12.13 coda. deancas phone convo before Dean walks into the room with Sam.

It’s 10:15AM and Dean’s getting worried. Cas always calls him promptly at 10:00AM to give him the daily Kelly Kline scoop. It’s not like him to be late. Dean is contemplating calling him instead, but decides to give it a little longer.

Two minutes later his phone rings. He lets it ring one full cycle before picking it up.

“Heya, Cas.”

“Hello, Dean. Sorry it took me longer than usual, I had a hard time locating my phone in my duffel bag.”

Dean smiles, “Didn’t even notice, man. Don’t worry about. How you doin’?” 

“I’m fine.” The deep gravel in Cas’ voice denoting his frustration, “I just wish I had better news… I can’t seem to find anything on Kelly. There are… angelic whisperings… Heaven is on high alert looking for her. I’m sorry I don’t have more for you Dean.”

Dean’s chest tightens, “No, hey. Don’t apologize. She’ll turn up. In the meantime, you better be taking care of your own damn self.”

Dean can feel Cas’ glare through the phone, “I’m perfectly capable of not dying, Dean.”

“Yeah? Need I remind you of Rami-”

“No, Dean. You needn’t.” Dean can tell he struck the wrong chord.

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frender things to think about
  • so lately ive been thinking about fry and bender. particularly, frender
  • sometimes during warm summer nights, fry sleeps in benders bed because his body is cooler to lean against
  • its the same w winter nights. benders body is warmer because the heater is on and its suckin in all that warmth, so fry wants to share 
  • its like bender is a body heater/cooler
  • bender traces his fingers along fry’s side in his sleep and fry loves it because it just feels nice and makes him comfortable
  • in the morning it takes the both of them 10000 years to get to p express because they dont want to get out of bed. theyre both way too comfortable in each others arms and way too lazy
  • as a matter of fact, sleepy morning kisses
  • fry giving bender little kisses on his cheeks and forehead and running his hand along his back
  • if bender had a human heart it would pound right out of his chest when fry says “i love you” in that soft, low, sleepy voice of his
  • putting the rest of this under the cut because it gets long and gay

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