new way to make gif

Secondhand smoke kills, but not as fast as firsthand hammer. 

hey :”) it’s been a while since I’ve done something and I saw pristine doing this and thought it was a really cute idea!! :D this is similar to a fandom family, but it’s with hogwarts houses instead! this is just a nice way to find new blogs and make new friends! ღ

✿ how to join ✿

  • must be following me
  • reblog this post 
  • send me your name + primary house (eg: elena. hufflepuff)
  • that’s it! you’ll be added onto this page 
  • to avoid spamming, I’ll be answering asks privately 
  • there is no limit to the amount of people entering and no deadline either

thank you so so much!! stay wonderful babes ♡

Hello RebelCaptain shippers!

To continue spreading joy and positivity in this wonderful fandom, we’ve decided to host another exchange: a May the Fourth exchange! We’re hoping you will all join us in creating works for your fellow shippers ♥

A big shoutout to @ladytharen who came up with this fun idea and will be helping us with the exchange. 

What is this?

  • A cute exchange (like Secret Santa) where you get a prompt and create a gift fanwork for a fellow shipper and receive one yourself (on May 4th - Star Wars Day)
  • A great way to meet new people in the fandom and make friends
  • More inspiration for making RebelCaptain works

The Dates:

  • Sign ups are open from now until midnight, April 4th, PST
  • Assignments will be given out by the end of April 6th, PST
  • This gives you four weeks to create your gifts! 

To Enter:

To enter, please send the following sign up form to our network email,

  • Tumblr Username: (your username)
  • TWO Prompt: For this exchange, please send two prompts in order of preference. We will be matching you based on your first prompt, but we wanted to offer a back up to our participants. For the prompts: one sentence or less for each, please—give your partner some freedom in creating your gift!
  • What your fanwork talents are: (do you write fic, make gifs, graphics, vids? Are you multi-talented?)
  • Opinion on smut/anything else that is potentially divisive: (please be specific, it’ll help us pair you better)
  • Anything you don’t wish to receive or gift: (please note any triggers, issues, etc.)
  • Are you willing to be a pinch hitter for this exchange? (If yes, what medium?)

The Rules:

  • Send your giftee anonymous love at least once a week
  • You can make anything you like: fanfiction, gifsets, fanart, fanmixes, edits etc., as long as it fills your giftee’s prompt!
  • Your gift must be at least 1000 words or an equivalent amount of effort in another medium.
  • Your askbox must be opened with anon enabled. You will not be allowed to participate if this requirement isn’t met. (It causes too many problems otherwise, sorry.)
  • No you do not have to be a network member to join in!
  • Have fun and spread the love

We’ll be using the tag #rebelcaptainmay4 for all new posts related to this exchange. This is also the tag to use for posting your gifts! Please also use this tag when replying to messages from your gifter so they can find them easily.

We have a BETA/GRAPHIC ARTIST resource that you can use to get help on your fic or have an artist make something for you work. Also, for your reference, we have an EXCHANGE FAQ, so please look there for further explanations on anything you may be confused by. 

If you don’t see the answer to your question there, please do message us or shoot an email to the above address if you have any comments, questions or concerns.

Happy shipping! ♥

Imagine Chris being a supportive fiancé. (Part A)

A/N: Part 5A, ‘cause we gotta have our main go through a bit of an obstacle. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A/2B/2C/Part 3/Part 4)

You hugged your laptop bag to your chest, nervously chewing on the inside of your cheek. You were about to meet with Geoffrey Davis, the head of production at New Line Cinema, to pitch your ideas as well as show him a few of the scripts you’d finished for school. When you told Chris about the materials you were taking with you for the meeting, he asked why you didn’t choose your mini series to pitch. He thought it was perfect to be turned into a television series, or even a movie. He’d read the original- the one you’d kept from Tumblr as you wrote in third person with an actual character rather than a reader insert. He believed it had a lot of potential and didn’t understand why you didn’t want to pitch it, arguing that “fan fiction or not, it’s a great story” when you turned down his suggestion because you didn’t think anyone would want to turn a fan girl’s fantasy into something for the screens.

Chris pulled into the parking lot of the studio’s headquarters and turned to you. You were so nervous and deep in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice his car had stopped, you could only hear all the voices in your head. They were all very mean, convincing you that “it’s not going to happen” and that “you are going to get rejected” and how “they probably won’t even see you.” You reached for your right earlobe and fiddled with your earring, then reached for your clover necklace with the other hand and fiddled with the pendant. These were all things you did when you were nervous, like they were capable of distracting you from your thoughts; they weren’t.

“Hey,” Chris reached over the gearbox and curled his fingers over your wrists, gently pulling them away from your jewelry. “I know you’re nervous, but you just gotta breathe.” He forced your gaze onto him, making obvious breathing movements so you could follow suit. “Okay,” one hand released your wrist to caress your face, “now you are going to be fine. Geoff and I talked, you’ve got a ten o'clock with him and he’s very excited to meet you. All you need to do is walk in there and dazzle him with your talents.”

“Dazzle,” you swallowed with a nod. “I can do dazzle.”

“I know you can,” he smiled, giving your cheek a quick brush with his thumb before returning both hands to his side. “Now I’ve got a meeting myself, so I’ll be back to pick you up. Geoff said he’s giving you an hour, so hopefully my side ends by eleven. If I’m not here when you get out, just text me and hang out at the Starbucks for a little bit.” You nodded, not ready processing what he was telling you because you were trying to focus on your breathing. “You are going to do amazing, baby.” He leaned forward and smacked a loud kiss on the side of your head, successfully drawing a smile from you. “Now go,” he chuckled, reaching over you to open your door. “Get out of my car.”

“Get out of my car?” You simultaneously scoffed and chuckled at the same time. “Is that really how a gentleman talks to his lady?” You asked as you got out, closing the door behind you. “Should really call Lisa to give his smart-ass a whooping,” you mumbled to yourself, smiling.

Chris wound down the window as you walked around to his side, “no, but I know if I don’t kick you out- you’re not going to get out.” He rested his elbow on the window’s ledge, eyes darting to his watch to remind you it was almost ten. “Hop along, little bunny. Hollywood awaits,” he beckoned his head to the entrance behind you. You turned and stared at the entrance, feet unable to move despite how much your brain told them too. “You’re going to nail it,” Chris assured you.

“As hard as you nailed me last night?” You heard yourself murmur the joke under your breath; Chris laughed, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to. “Okay,” you huffed, glancing back at him with a forced smile. “I’m going in, wish me luck.”

“Luck is for the talentless,” he winked and your forced smile became slightly more genuine. “Power couple!” He called out as you walked away from his car, making you chuckle. You held up a hand and wave at him without turning around. “Power couple indeed,” Chris smiled when he saw you disappear behind the doors, then drove off to his own meeting.

• • • • • • • •

The scene inside was incredibly overwhelming, everyone was moving at a pace you knew you’d have trouble keeping up with if you got an internship there. It was at that point that you realized how lucky you were to have someone like Chris. Yes, there would be negative repercussions, but whether or not you used the help he offered- there was going to be hell to pay anyway. This was Hollywood, whether or not you knew people- it was going to be just as hard a climb to the top. If you could have a safety line, or a partner to help you along the way- why wouldn’t you?

You took a deep breath and clutched your bag strap tightly as you made your way to the front desk. “Excuse me,” you politely tried to get the busy receptionist’s attention. “I’m here to see Geoffrey Davis, I believe I have a ten o'clock appointment. I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you introduced yourself with a sweet smile.

Upon disclosing your name, it was like the room slowed. Suddenly, everyone stopped what they were doing and all eyes were on you. You swallowed as the whispers began and the dirty looks came. Suddenly, you remembered why you wouldn’t accept Chris’ help. Suddenly, you knew exactly what you were so afraid of.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” The receptionist practically smirked when she repeated your name. “You have a ten o'clock?” She darted her gleaming gaze from you to her computer, typing something in as she moved her mouse. “Oh yes, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to cancel.” You felt your eyes narrow slightly. “Mr. Davis isn’t in at the moment, he’s currently in New York hearing a pitch from an actual screenwriter.” You suppressed your urge to scoff by pressing your lips together. “Sorry, sweetie.” She faked the sweetest smile at you which induced a fist clench.

“I’m guessing I shouldn’t come back at a later time?” You remained your professional composure, smiling politely as you spoke calmly. You already knew this was going to happen, as much as you wanted to cry or get mad- you couldn’t because you’d prepared yourself. You had to just suck it up and leave like you’d promised you would when it happened.

“No, you shouldn’t.” Her eyes weren’t even on you as she said that, she had returned her focus to whatever she was working on on her computer. The phone rang and she picked it up, waving you off with a hand when she realized you were still standing there. “New Line Cinema, Rebecca speaking. How may I be of assistance?”

You sighed as you turned around, making your way to the exit. You heard the whispers as you walked past, like the knife Rebecca had twisted into your heart wasn’t enough. It was like you were walking through a minefield, each step was another blow sending shattered pieces of your heart and soul sky high.

“Of course Geoffrey wasn’t going to meet with her, why would he waste his time?”

“She thinks that just because she’s Chris Evans’ fiancé, she’s entitled to a meeting.”

“I have no idea what he sees in her, she’s an unemployed twenty-one year old graduate.”

“She’s a child compared to him, not to mention a complete nobody. I don’t know why he’d-”

You got out before you could hear the end of that sentence. You knew being with Chris had its uphill battles, you’d been through quite a bit during your time with him- even when you were just a friend. The paparazzi and the fans- they pounced on you any chance they got, criticizing you whenever you made a mistake. Sometimes you didn’t even have to do anything, you could be squinting at the sun while walking with Chris and they’d come up with a new headline ‘Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N’s relationship are on the rocks!’ Then of course, there was the social status and age gap; you were twenty-one and a nobody, and Chris was thirty-eight and a world-famous movie star. It was puzzling for those who didn’t know the relationship, it didn’t make sense. But it didn’t matter what they thought- it hurt hearing it, but it didn’t matter because you and Chris knew why you were together and that was enough.

You had an hour to kill now, an hour to get your story together so you could tell Chris what happened in a way that wouldn’t make him angry at everyone at New Line Cinema. You were probably going to have to lie for that to happen, but you both agreed you’d be honest about things so…This was going to be a bit of a sticky situation for you. You sighed and crossed the road to go sit in the Starbucks and work on your story, as well as have a drink to soothe yourself.

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Part 5B

A Hopeful Hardy for Tennant Tuesday

(or whatever day this post may find you)

The waffle iron is quickly becoming our favorite brunch tool. In a previous episode of Mad Genius Tips, F&W Test Kitchen breakfast boss Justin Chapple revealed how to make extra-crispy, extra-easy hash browns. In this week’s episode he unveils a new, sweeter way to use the essential kitchen gadget to make something amazing: cinnamon roll waffles. All it takes is store-bought cinnamon roll dough and a waffle iron.


Training with Captain America and Quicksilver was probably a really weird thing for Ally.

She was tiny and not often taken seriously. It was hard being 5'3 and working for S.H.I.E.L.D because sometimes director Coulson would rethink letting her out onto the field in case she got hurt. But in all honesty, she was someone not too many people wanted to mess with and many new people found that out the hard way.

“Alright, shorty?” Pietro teased after making Ally fall on her back. She groaned quietly, getting to her knees and frowned at him.

“You cheat. Try fighting without your super speed and see how good you are then.”

“She’s got a good point there,” Steve laughed quietly, making Ally point a threatening finger towards him.

“If you didn’t have your super strength, I’d have you on the floor too!” Her face flushed pink at what she said, both Steve and Pietro laughing.

“Kinky.” Pietro snorted, making her roll her eyes as she went for her towel. It was hard for both of the men to not check her out as she walked off; both of them knew she was beautiful and both of them knew that they’d be the luckiest guys in the world if they even got to take her out even on a date. However, neither of them considered that they could be one another’s competition in this kind of department.

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