no i don't think i dare

The Dinner Party

just a random idea that came to me in a fever dream earlier this week. rated E for explicit smutty smut smut. enjoy!


“You want me to do what?”

Peeta frowned at her foot, wielding the nail polish brush threateningly. “First, I want you to hold still.” Katniss wriggled her toes defiantly but then obliged, hardly daring to breathe when he swiped the coral nail polish onto her big toe in nice, even strokes. It looked perfect, of course. He could always paint better than she could, even nails.

“Seriously, though. You want me to go to a dinner party with you?” she asked. He glanced up at her with a crooked smile before he started painting her next toenail.

“You make it sound like I’ve asked you to strip naked and run around the block or something,” he said, focusing on her toes. She snorted, then clamped her lips shut when he shot her a warning look. Snorting made her foot jiggle, apparently. “It’s just a dinner party. Delly asked everyone to bring a guest–someone, and I quote, ‘interesting.’ So I’m asking you.”

Katniss stared at the top of his head, his blond curls falling across his forehead as he worked. “But I don’t really know her. And what a weird stipulation,” she said with a laugh.

Peeta shrugged. “Delly likes her theme parties,” he muttered, tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he delicately painted her pinky toe. Satisfied with his work, he shot her a triumphant smile. “And you’re the most interesting person I know.”

She rolled her eyes. “Says the guy who paints nails better than any girl I know.”

He gave her a look of mock offense. “Are you questioning my masculinity? You know how I feel about rigid gender roles.” Then he held up his hand, palm flat, fingers spread. “And who’s got a steadier hand than me?” She kicked playfully at his hand, and he made a noise of protest, grabbing her ankle to place her foot down on the coffee table. “Don’t mess up my hard work.”

Katniss slumped down into the couch, chewing on her lip. “You know I don’t like people. How am I supposed to be interesting around a bunch of strangers?”

Screwing the nail polish bottle shut, Peeta sat back on his hands. “Just think of it as a challenge. See how often you can work into the conversation that dry wit and razor-sharp sarcasm of yours without them realizing you’re insulting them.”

“Do you want people to hate me?” she asked wryly, folding her arms over her chest. He grinned.

“Delly said interesting. She didn’t say anything about likable.” He laughed when she flipped him off, then pushed off the floor to stand up. “I should head home. But I swear, if you just be yourself, people will love you.” She didn’t think it was that simple. Peeta never had to worry about getting people to like him; it just came naturally to him. But she didn’t argue the point, letting him pull her up from the couch. With cotton balls stuffed between her toes, she wobbled after him to the front door. Grabbing his jacket from the coat rack, he turned to her. “So you’ll come?”

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Character development from Ep 1-8
  • Yuri Ep 1: oh my god I can't believe Victor is here! I don't deserve this! I hope I don't disappoint him
  • Yuri Ep 8: I more than deserve. Tie my shoes and don't you dare look away for even a second, you're mine now Victor
I look at you and there are so many things I want to tell you that it physically hurts. I start to tense up, dare I say sweat a little, and my heartbeat quickens its pace tenfold. All of a sudden I freeze. I can’t move. I can’t hold your gaze. I can’t smile at you. I can’t talk to you at all. And I don’t think that that’s how it’s suppose to feel. If we were meant to be something, I want to believe that it wouldn’t be this difficult. One of us would find the courage to do something. But I can’t seem to, and you never have.
—  11:00PM// I want to know you, I have to

i remember that one of my history teachers idolized andrew jackson. would go on and on about andrew jackson, the president for the common man, day after day. i sat in front of a native american student, and every time good ole mr. sherril would say, “president andrew jackson - ” i watched that boy’s face crumble, but he never once said a word.

imagine what it’d be like, sitting in a class, day after day, having to listen to someone sing the praises of the man who tore your ancestors off their land, killed thousands of them in doing so. who stuck your ancestors on reservations. imagine having to hear someone praise the genocide of your people.

Can you imagine if dan and Phil willingly kissed on camera?
I think about this all the time.
Say if it was pinof for example. - “I dare you two to kiss”
And they’re like “alright” and it probably wouldn’t be like a quick peck. It’s been a long awaited moment. They talked about it. Like it’s a consensual kiss from between the two. And Phil’s hand cups Dan’s face, and their heads know where to go and they make it clear. Visible.
A Well known going-to-break-the-internet-for-days kiss.
Like what happens after that?
They don’t have to say they’re dating because chances are they won’t. They still won’t have to, it’ll just lead a whole new plethora of questions. Will they smile after it happens? Laugh? Look at the camera and say “yes that just happened” and move on?
Will the earth stop?
Would it change anything?
We’ll probably all gasp so hard our lungs will fall out of our backs.


It’s actually sad how much thought I’ve put into this I’m just gonna crawl back into my hole now.

You know what, I’m fed up and furious and fuck keeping silent about this. Fuck this reclamation of the word Nazi. Fuck everyone who dares to raise themselves above another and call themselves righteous. Fuck everyone who even thinks about using the term Nazi in the slightest of positive ways. Fuck everyone who does not recoil from the word, tasting the bitterness of six million souls that never received atonement on their tongue. And fuck everyone who has tolerated the word, who allowed it’s watering down thanks to expressions like ‘grammar nazi’ and ‘feminazi’. You snatched a word that never belonged to you, slaughtered away at its meaning by equating it to something meaningless as 'stuck-up’ and 'bad guy’ and then, then when people rose who didn’t only claim the name but also the ideology behind it, you didn’t immediately put a stop to it? Fuck this. Fuck everyone who calls themselves Nazi and doesn’t choke on the unspeakable devastation this name entails. Fuck Nazis and those who for even a second tolerate them.

“I find the Warden as a whole pretty boring”

“Captain Hook doesn’t get cold feet.”

Translation: If you are suggesting I could have a single doubt about marrying Emma Swan, that if you are insinuating that for one goddamn second I would even entertain the notion of NOT marrying Emma Swan, I will go FULL Captain Hook on your ass, Cricket, FIGHT ME. I am facing a quandary, yes, but don’t you EVER think that for an instant I would question my True Love Emma Swan, my undying love and admiration for her or my dedication and loyalty to her. You think there might be a possible scenario in this or any realm in which I would be face to face with a future with Emma Swan, my Happy Ending, and conjure a reason why I WOULDN’T want it??

A man who doesn’t fight for what he wants deserves what he gets. I will fight with everything I have, every ounce of my soul, to be with Emma, even if that means fighting against myself and my own villainous misdeeds. I have my demons to vanquish, sins to atone for and forgiveness to earn. But don’t for one moment insinuate there would be even an inkling of a reason why I wouldn’t want to spend every last breath with Emma Swan as my wife or I will tear your tiny cricket legs off where you stand.

  • My dad: you are always on that fucking phone, why don't you hang out with friends or something
  • Me: I am
  • My dad: how? I should just take that stupid fucking phone
  • Me: most of my friends don't live near me and yet they are the people who keep me sane so I dare you to touch my phone and take away the only people who actually care. You think I'm crazy now? Just try me

I hope Aaron Tveit will never have the idea of making a cover of “Leave” from Once, because I think that hearing him almost screaming “Let go of my hand” would brutally murder all of our poor enjoltaire feelings.  


Edit since many people have pointed it out: I know George Blagden made the cover, I was listening to his version when I thought about it. I just think that considering it from Enjolras’ point of view  would be even worse ╮(─▽─)╭

  • Erik: Honey?
  • Charles: What?
  • Erik: Where's my super suit?
  • Charles: What?
  • Erik: Where - is - my - super - suit?
  • Charles: I, uh, put it away.
  • Erik: Where?
  • Charles: Why do you need to know?
  • Erik: I need it!
  • Charles: Uh-uh! Don't you think about running off doing no daring-do. We've been planning this dinner for two months!
  • Erik: The Brotherhood is in danger!
  • Charles: My evening's in danger!
  • Erik: You tell me where my suit is! We are talking about the greater good!
  • Charles: 'Greater good?' I am your husband! I'm the greatest good you are ever gonna get!

Gracious heavenly Father, I thank Thee for Netflix and libraries and English Breakfast tea. I’m really extremely grateful for them. And that’s all the blessings I can think of just now to thank Thee for. As for the things I want, they’re so numerous that it would take a great deal of time to name them all so I will only mention the two most important. Please let the Netflix Anne of Green Gables series be super good; and please let me be good-looking when I grow up.

I remain,

Yours respectfully,
dollsome

I’m so glad mickey was found wrongly convicted and was given a retrial and found NOT guilty

I do think it’s a bit odd how he wants to live in Mexico but hey maybe he’s tired of Chicago 

anonymous asked:

so what do you think of bendy for real?

❝ I appreciate how polite this is worded as compared to some others, so I’ll answer. ❞


❝ What do I think of Bendy? I  think he’s hurt. Confused. Twice he’s turned from that confident and smug attitude we’ve known him for to something broken in personal conversation.

❝ Mugman and I watched his show when we were younger– mainly him. He loved watching Bendy dance, so we would have that one episode running for hours. I payed as much attention to it as I payed attention to the grass I walked upon, then Mug would tell me all about it. He’d talk and talk. I love listening to Mug talk, and as irrational attentions it was at the time, I was jealous. Envious, even. Its too long of story to tell but at that point in our lives, Mug had hell- and I was useless. I couldn’t help him. I couldn’t cheer him up. I wasn’t enough- and that’s completely fine. Sometimes the things that make someone the most happy don’t work. It was heartbreaking to deal with. When I turned around and saw him laughing at the telly, I felt… . selfish. I kept having to remind myself relentlessly and I’ve thankfully managed to remove myself from such arrogant thinking. After seeing such a low, I fear the worst for him still to this day. ❞

❝ Watching him cry for the first time- Bendy, I mean- was surreal. I froze. I acted poorly for my own defense and stepped somewhere unnecessarily, he hid himself, conversation went on and I heard the sickening sound of a voice when saddness glosses it over into some glorified medal. He told me he’d been isolated for near or above thirty years. That’s a damned long time. At that moment, I realized something.  ❞


❝ I was scared for someone else. ❞