not gonna lie i use this shit

“Thanks, Maggie. Love you,” Dex says, and Nursey’s heart stops beating for a moment. His lungs refuse to inhale or exhale. The muscles in his legs forget that they are holding up an actual person.

Then Dex’s eyes catch his, going wide at the interruption, and Nursey somehow finds it in himself to pretend that everything is exactly the same now as it was thirty seconds ago.

He looks away and heads for the fridge, his limbs remembering themselves once more.

“Hey, uh, sorry, I gotta go. Can I call you back?” Dex says into his cell phone on the other side of the Haus kitchen.

Nursey rummages through several pounds of butter in search of something edible. He silently repeats to himself his old mantra from Andover, from when he could barely see straight for the tears welling up in his eyes at every backhanded remark or micro-aggression. The mantra he used to train his emotions not to show themselves at every turn, the way they had done with abandon throughout his childhood.

“Write it down instead,” his sister suggested, when he confided to her his inability to keep things bottled up. And, after a time, that strategy seemed to work.

Write it down instead, he still tells himself now, at the end of his Sophomore year at Samwell, whenever the world becomes too much, whenever he feels suddenly as though his façade of always okay always fine always chill isn’t strong enough to handle the current situation.

Nursey begins to silently run through the words again in his head now, trying very hard not to analyze why he needs to.

“Um, so. How much of that did you hear?” Dex asks him, and luckily Nursey’s got his head buried so far into the freezer that he doesn’t have to cover his pained grimace.

“Not much, man, don’t worry about it. Hey, you think Bitty would murder us if we used his new oven for store-brand taquitos?”

He barely hears Dex’s reply, though, too busy faking normalcy. Too busy wondering who it was on the other end of Dex’s phone call that got to hear the words “I love you” from the guy, and so casually offered up that Dex must say it to her daily.

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Jaws - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky accidentally punches you in the face during a training session, which somehow leads to your first kiss and the promise of a date.

Warnings: Kissing.

Words: 1 328

A/N: Very boring drabble that is kinda similar to Lift in terms of the layout. Tell me what you think and please request!

TAKING REQUESTS

Originally posted by you-didnt-see-that-cuming


She ducked under his punch, getting back up just as quickly and trying to elbow his chest. He grabbed hold of her joint and pushed her back. As she came rushing back in for a straight punch to his face, his metal hand flew right to her jaw.

She staggered back before falling to her knees. Her hair fell in front of her face and a few strands stuck to her glistening forehead, a long groan escaping her.

“Oh fuck, Y/N. I’m so sorry!” Bucky panicked, surprised as he thought she would have been able to see through his techniques as always and dodged his incoming attack.

He rushed to her side and knelt beside her, wrapping his arm around her back and using his free hand to remove the hair from her face. She whined in pain, trying to force a smile to not make him feel so bad but not being able to. “Okay, that one hurts… I’m not gonna lie.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” He carefully tilted her head to get better lightning on her jaw which was red, bruising and already swollen. “Fuck. That’s bad.”

“I don’t know if it’s anything serious, but I can taste blood?” She looked up at him. “Maybe that’s just normal. Also, my left ear is ringing, or it might be my entire head actually, I can’t tell the difference right now.”

Bucky kept repeatedly mumbling curses as he softly placed his bionic hand over the bruise. She winced in pain at first but the cooling of the metal was better than not having it there at all.

“Remind me to wear a hockey helmet for our next training session or something…” She began to push herself up from the floor. Bucky tried to help her by continuing to hold his arm around her back, which turned out to be very helpful.

“Woah!” He exclaimed as she almost fell forward, his grip of her tightening and keeping her on her feet. “You okay?”

“I just got punched in the face with a hand that’s literally made out of metal. Pardon me if I’m a little dizzy.” She chuckled, her voice strained from the pain radiating up her jaw and numbing the area around it. She turned to face Bucky, her hand carefully touching the swollen bump. “Does it look bad?”

Yeah.

“No.” He lied. “It looks alright.”

“Liar.” She could see straight through him, of course. She always could. “Oh man, and Tony’s birthday party is this weekend.”

“That’s five days away.” Bucky tried to remain hopeful.

She looked over at him, her eyes hooded and her eyebrows raised high, circulating the area where he had punched her. “By the sheer agony I’m in right now, I can tell this isn’t going to go away in five days.”

“I’m sorry…” He pleaded and she dropped her sarcastic attitude, feeling bad for the poor guy.

“I know you are. It’s okay. I’ve had worse. Remember when I got shot in the damn hand in Serbia? When I had to drive the car to the hospital with that hand, the gear lever nearly went through the bullet hole.”

He chuckled after seeing her smile at the brutal recall of a mission two years prior.

“Or when you went two weeks in pain because you thought your body was “healing slowly”, when in reality you had a completely broken arm?” He remembered and she nodded, quietly chuckling before suddenly closing her eyes, grabbing his hand. She pulled it towards her jaw and held it still over, leaning into it whilst still not looking.

Bucky watched in admiration as she dozed off for a few seconds in the comfort of his touch.

“Alright. I’m gonna call this a day. It’s getting late, I think. You must have punched my sense of time out of me.” She smiled and broke loose from him, heading for the gym door slowly.

“Maybe sleeping isn’t that good of an idea? You could have a concussion!” He warned, worried about her health truthfully.

“Don’t think so highly of yourself.” She joked, making it seem as if giving her a concussion had been something Bucky had strived for. He wanted to oblige and take her to Bruce, or anyone else that might be awake at two in the morning and have the skill to properly help her. “So goodnight, or good morning, or whatever.”

The door slammed shut behind her, leaving Bucky alone in the gym, feeling more guilty than ever.


He was sat at the kitchen table, eating the scrambled eggs which surprisingly enough, Vision had cooked. Steve sat across Bucky, Peter beside Steve, and Tony and Natasha on both short ends when Y/N came sulking down.

“Good morning- Jesus Christ.” Steve gasped as he got a look of her. “What happened to your face?”

The entire left side of her jaw was covered in a rich, purple bruise. As she smiled, she clearly did so more on the right side than the other. “Why don’t you ask Mr. I-Have-A-Metal-Arm?” She said, pointing to a Bucky.

“I’m so sorry.” Bucky repeated and she tried to smile wider but winced, letting it fall back.

“I know, Buck. Heard you the first, hundred, times.” She attempted to reassure him although it had little effect. “You better buy me something amazing to cover this up tho.”

“I don’t think anything can cover that up. That’s brutal.” Natasha said, her nose scrunching up in slight disgust at the vicious color of Y/N’s jaw.

“Thanks.” Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes, and taking a seat by the table. Vision left the stove and came to her aid with a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. “And an honest thank you to you, Vis.”

“You want some ice for that?” Tony tried to help as Y/N grabbed the chilled glass of orange juice in front of her and held it against her jaw. She shook her head subtly and shut her tired eyes, propping her elbows on the table and leaning her head against her free hand.

“I’m good.” She said and pulled herself together, opening her eyes widely to wake up and taking a sip of the orange juice already by her mouth. “I’ll avoid training sessions with Bucky for awhile though.”

“I’m s-”

“Cut it. I’m alive, aren’t I? Still breathing. Heart’s still pumping.” She said and shoved a fork full of bacon in her mouth. The breakfast carried on, following up with an overly large glass of chocolate milk on Y/N’s part. They all chatted, bickering as usual, before everyone retreated to their own corner of the Tower  to continue their days separately.

As Y/N made it to her room, there were two knocks on the door. She didn’t have to guess who it was. She knew it was Bucky and she knew he would try to apologize once more.

She pulled the door open and barely had time to confirm it was him before a pair of soft lips crashed upon hers. She staggered backwards and Bucky broke loose, eyes blown wide. “Let me take you out to dinner, as an apology for punching you.”

“And you had to kiss me to ask me out!?” She questioned, out of breath. Bucky shrugged.“

“No, I just wanted to.” He said like it was the most normal thing in the world to walk around kissing.

“Well damn…” She closed the space again and savored another kiss, sighing in relief. She tried to not cause herself too much pain, letting him do most of the moving.

“I’m-”

“Don’t you dare say that word one more time or I swear to god I’ll punch your jaw.” She threatened and he chuckled, lips hovering in front of hers.

“It wouldn’t leave as much as a scratch.” His lips curled around hers, tasting the sweetness lingering to them.

“You’re so cocky, you know that? It’s tiring.”

anonymous asked:

i'm not even gonna lie throughout that whole video i half expected them to start making out or some shit. it was probably all the innuendos

some of the looks they gave each other… listen…… they are in l*ve. and honestly? id be lying if i said i didnt pick up on some really heavy vibes throughout this entire video. as it progressed they continually broke more and more barriers not only between us but between each other as well. whether it was phil instinctively unzipping his pants right in front of dan and realizing his mistake to move out of the camera’s view but not dan’s view, or phil making a point to comment on dan’s curls and tell him how obsessed he is with them, or maybe even dan obsessing over the concept of tattooing phil’s penis, they displayed so much affection for each other and so much comfortability in each other’s presence. also dan? sarcastically telling phil that the aqua colors complimented his eyes and looking dead into the camera to mock us but also to mock himself? the equivalent of him basically saying “yes im obsessed with phil and i know you make fun of me for it, heres something classic dan would say” ?thenks dan for my life. but also thenks phil for my life when dan started going on about cole sprouse and phil told dan he wasn’t allowed to embrace cole. the point i’m trying to make is if you told me two years ago that in 2017 id be watching a video of dan and phil constantly making innuendos and offhanded sexual remarks/comments about each other, bitch i wouldve never believed you! its the little details that matter! the subtle things!

Growing Fame (1/??)

summary: A modern AU where the losers are semi-famous for different things, and when they all run into each other at a certain event, all of their fans go bat-shit crazy – wanting the seven to spend more time together. What they didn’t expect even more than that, though, was a well-known and mean journalist to write bad reviews on them all. Their growing fame could soon shrink, they quickly realized.
warnings: nothing, really; swearing.
pairings: not yet decided
a/n: I am excited for this, not gonna lie. To sum up the reasont that they’re famous: Most of the losers are YouTubers. Stan, Eddie, and Bill are this funny famous trio who used to be on Vine. Bev is a make up/FX artist. Mike is a singer on YouTube who’s slowly getting famous. Richie’s in a band. & Ben makes educational history vids with the occasional blog of him & Mike together bc they’re bffs. Hope you guys enjoy!! 

oh & this is like 2.4k words, so beware bc its a bit long.

CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3


Day Off

Mike Hanlon laid on the couch in his apartment – head propped up by cushion, a guitar on his stomach, clothes mismatched from being lazy, and his golden retriever laying beside the couch while the black cat was curled between his feet. He strummed the guitar and hummed a tune of one of his songs with his eyes closed. He was simply relaxing, enjoying the time by himself with his two lovely pets. He could faintly hear his friend in the guest bedroom, an occasional yell being heard that made Mike halt his strumming for a short second before starting again. The dark skinned male had no idea what his friend was doing but he didn’t matter. He had a day off.

A day off from working his ass off to get his EP done for his fans – a surprise for them, actually. Mike was a singer/song writer on YouTube who had just recently been signed a record label deal for the next five years. He had been working on the EP before, but now it’s basically officially official that it will all happen. The work was tiresome, surprisingly. He stood in a studio all day, singing his heart out, and it was fun, don’t worry, but he just couldn’t help but feel that he needed everything for it to be perfect. Besides, he needed one more song plus the name for the EP and he had no idea what to do for those two things.

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anonymous asked:

ain't it cute and sweet how zunde gets protective of you? the guy doesn't give two shits about anything and yet one mention of you bein cute for us and he's ready to attack. I mean if I were in zunde's shoes I'd probably be the same 😂

* Heh. Oh boy. Ye, it is p cute of him, ain’t gonna lie.

phantom thieves on ice (headcanon)

I was playing Just Dance 4 (song: ‘she wolf’ don’t judge me) and randomly had the idea “yo what would the p5 ppl be like ice skating?” and so here we are

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Akira:

  • fuckin majestic dude
  • he is gliding around the ice rink like a ballerina 
  • honestly it’s awe inspiring and the definition of ‘~you can’t touch this~’
  • however,
  • being that fucking majestic takes alot of his concentration, so the slightest distraction and…
  • K.O
  • boi is just laying there.. face-planted and in complete shock.
  • it’s funny until he just stares at whoever’s laughing
  • not ‘death stare’ just ‘the stare’
  • the stare that screams ‘stfu or get rekt’
  • (he may also get a bit cocky and try to pull a stunt. how that ends is up to you tbh)


Ryuji: (EDITED VER)

  • do you honestly need a headcanon for him?
  • as soon as his foot hits the ice he’s fallen over
  • he’s definitely that one dude who obviously can’t skate but tries to look like he can
  • eventually (after a few hours) he’ ll get the hang of it. and i’m not gonna lie he’s better then what everyone expected.
  • I mean he can skate in a big circle yea but, I feel as tho that’s about it
  • oh and boi is fast
  • just try and catch him
  • try
  • it it will take awhile for him to completely regain his balance at first, he’s not used to the floor being so slippery  but in the end EAT SHIT MORGANA I CAN SKATE IN UR FACE

Ann(e):

  • she’s just bad, maybe a bit better then Futaba. but still bad overall
  • she’d cling to whoever is closest and beg for help.
  • I mean she is enjoying it yea but that don change the fact that she’s shit as skating
  • expect her to drag people down with her too.
  • like she’s about to fall so she grabs onto Yusuke and ends up knocking him down too
  • it’s fun 
  • it’s very funny to watch
  • also expect alot of screaming and laughing on her part


Yusuke:

  • not as good as Akira but still pretty damn good
  • like at first his legs are wobbling and he’s struggling to gain balance, but once he gets the hang of it there’s no stopping him. 
  • like I said, at first he’s like Bambi trying to walk across the ice like a mong  so he may or may not fall over once or twice, no big deal tho
  • he’s smart enough to not try and figure skate, but after a few minutes he might change his mind about that..
  • if he falls tho he will ether be very flustered or very amused. and if he is amused prepare for the most beautiful laugh you’ve ever heard.


Makoto:

  • much like Yusuke she’d be vary unbalanced at first
  • but unlike Yusuke she doesn’t get the hang of it
  • she’s very flustered and slightly annoyed at that, also about the fact that she has to cling on to someone else just to get from A to B
  • she acts all grumpy but she’s really not tho, she’s enjoying it alot more than she’d like to admit
  • her only concern is if someone gets hurt
  • then mum mode kicks in
  • while skating, if there’s nobody there to support her, she will begrudgingly trudge over to the railing and the two will awkwardly skate-walk around the rink
  • tho as soon as someone looks at her you bet she’s gonna act like she’s just tired and taking a break.
  • spoiler: she’s obviously not


Futaba:

  • HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
  • lol no
  • she’s just gonna sit outside the rink with some hot coco recording everyone falling over 
  • aka me cuz im a pussy


Haru:

  • her skill rivals Jokers
  • no joke, she is amazing at this
  • nobody has seen her fall over once in the past 10 hours she’s that good at this
  • I mean even Akira can fall over at some point, but somehow not Haru. 
  • she is a skating legend, seriously
  • so majestic and so graceful it brings a tear to the eye
  • how? how is she so good?


Goro Akechi:

  • boi refuses 
  • just straight up refuses
  • it’s not that he doesn’t want to it’s just that he can’t effing skate 2 save his life
  • but if you manage to convince him he will reluctantly join in. 
  • heck, he may even smile, he may even laugh at Akira falling over
  • and he somehow avoids falling himself (sadly). but everyone’s ready and waiting for it…
  • and when it does happen nobody will let it go >:)

» the walking dead sentence meme

Feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

  • ❝ We’ll win. But we need to wait for the right moment. ❞
  • ❝ It ain’t just about getting by here. It’s about getting it all. ❞
  • ❝ It’s because you got no guts. ❞
  • ❝ If you knew us, if you knew anything, you would kill us. But you can’t. ❞
  • ❝ I’d like to take it back to awkward silence now. ❞
  • ❝ Kid. I ain’t gonna lie. You scare the shit out of me. ❞
  • ❝ If you keep thinking everyone’s an enemy, then enemies are all you’re gonna find. ❞
  • ❝ Do soy sauce packets count as food? ❞
  • ❝ Nobody’s evil. They just decide to forget who they are. ❞
  • ❝ Some people are evil. I’ve seen it. That’s why I have to get back now. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not saving you anymore. ❞
  • ❝ I’m dealing in certainties, and I’m doing my part to give them what they want. ❞
  • ❝ I love a gal that takes me to dinner and doesn’t expect me to put out. ❞
  • ❝ In case you haven’t caught on, I just slipped my dick down your throat, and you thanked me for it. ❞
  • ❝ You’re lucky. Don’t forget. ❞
  • ❝ I get why you did it. Why you took it. You were thinking about someone else. That’s why I can’t. ❞
  • ❝ You should know, there is no door number four. This is it. This is the only way. ❞
  • ❝ People can try and you set you in the right direction, but they can’t show you the way. ❞
  • ❝ I don’t give a shit if you think you’ve found the secret to life. ❞
  • ❝ People want someone to follow. ❞
  • ❝ Drink from the well, replenish the well. ❞
  • ❝ Was the joke that bad? ❞
  • ❝ Suck my nuts. ❞
  • ❝ You can breathe. You can blink. You can cry. Hell, they’re all gonna be doing that. ❞
  • ❝ We got here together, and we’re still here. ❞
  • ❝ You’re a survivor. You always were. ❞
  • ❝ When they come for us, we’ll end it. The whole thing. ❞
  • ❝ There is no right; there’s just the wrong that doesn’t pull you down. ❞
  • ❝ I don’t take chances anymore. ❞
  • ❝ Dibs is dibs. ❞
  • ❝ You want to live, you take chances. ❞
  • ❝ I’m going like I should have. Don’t come after me, please. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not planning to die today. ❞
  • ❝ We have to come for them, before they come for us. ❞
  • ❝ Why are dingleberries brown? ❞
  • ❝ We’re going to have to fight. ❞
  • ❝ This is the next world. ❞
  • ❝ Your world’s about to get a whole lot bigger. ❞
  • ❝ I like you people. I trust you. Trust us. ❞
  • ❝ You need to know things aren’t as simple as they might seem. ❞
  • ❝ Confrontation’s never been something we’ve had trouble with. ❞
  • ❝ You still got family and you still got a home. ❞
  • ❝ It should be someone who loved her. Someone who’s family. ❞
  • ❝ I want to show you the new world. ❞
  • ❝ Someday this pain will be useful to you. ❞
  • ❝ The only thing that keeps you from being a monster is killing. ❞
  • ❝ You point a gun at me, and I’m the asshole? ❞
  • ❝ Things moved slow here, and then things just started moving fast, too fast. ❞
  • ❝ Things aren’t as simple as four words. ❞
  • ❝ The people around you dying, that’s the hard part. ❞
  • ❝ The world is trying to die. We’re supposed to just let it. ❞

anonymous asked:

Yeah, but what's the point of shipping Levi with Hanji or anybody else, when Eruri is already like practically canon ??????

This is so lame, that’d be like me saying “oh you can’t ship Eruri, ‘cause Erwin is dead”, which frankly makes no sense whatsoever. And maybe you thought i’d react to this like “WTF FUCK YOU”, but i won’t. Instead i’ll just give you a lot of boring reasons why this was so lame. 

1)The only 100% canon ship in SnK is Yumikuri and we all know it. And that’s because the editor said it himself. The only ones who can say anything is canon is Isayama, the editor and, at some extent, the animators. PS: I’m talking about relationship with reciprocity, because okay Bert loved Annie, but we don’t know if it’s like that the other way around.. 

2)We can all have our reasons to believe a certain ship is closer to being canon. I have my reasons to believe Levihan makes sense, you have your reasons for Eruri and someone may have their own reasons for Ereri or Rivetra or whatever and… you know what? They are all freaking valid! But, at the end of the day, none of us can tell for sure. 

3)I respect Eruri and theirshippers a lot, specially the ones that do fan art because DAMN THEY’RE TALENTED. And yeah, there’s plenty of reasons to ship them. They have a beautiful and pure bond which honestly makes cry, whenever i see those amazing fanarts i get the feels. I personally think you don’t have to ship something romantically, to appreciate its value. Personally, i like Eruri without the romance, ‘cause for me friendship can be even more important than romantic love. I like the idea of Levi being devoted to him without anything romantic intended, because it makes it purer to my eyes. And if you think otherwise that’s totally fine.

4)I think shipping should be fun, sometimes we take it too seriously. Let’s remember the characters aren’t real, so if someone wanna ship Levi with goddamn Pixis is their own fucking decision. And more important than that, SnK isn’t about romance. I don’t want it to be like that! Subtle romance is more interesting in this kind of genre. For me, that Levi cares for Hanji is all the canon romance i need. I’m not gonna lie, if Isayama shows us someday that they’re a couple i’ll be so excited,  get all fangirl and shit, but i don’t need it to happen. I like SnK just the way it is, i don’t want it to become a shoujo or something lmfao

5)You know what i’ve discovered about shipping? You see, some people think LEVIHAN MAKES NO SENSE, THEY’RE TOO DIFFERENT… and i’ve noticed it has to do with personal experience and our own way of seeing the characters. Like the way i comprehend Levi is very different from the way that you or anyone does it. Example: Ereri shippers usually see Levi as this tough guy, in fics he’s always like rich and sorta into S&M lol and has this really dominant personality, for Eruri shippers Levi is this really in love devoted guy, generally the way they portray Levi is REALLY romantic, he’s usually mesmerized by Erwin. And both of those Levi aren’t the Levi i perceive. Like i’ve said before, for me he’s a regular dude, not particularly romantic nor particularly dominant, he’s just a guy. Same goes for Hanji, some people see her as a crazy scientist, i see her as an intelligent and strong commander with a big heart. That’s why we all ship different things and we all have different reasons. The reasons you an Eruri shipper can tell me for them being canon, maybe aren’t reasons from my point of view and this works the other way around. And i love the fact that we all perceive the characters differently because it enriches the fandom. For example, i REALLY like some Ereri fics, some of them are so much fun! And they always make Levi so hot which is highly appreciated. But they aren’t my OTP, i don’t connect with it. And it’s fine if someone doesn’t connect with Levihan, hell, it’s fine if they’re the NOTP. It’s all good, man. Stop caring so much about these kind of stuff and enjoy SnK, enjoy shipping, enjoy the feels, enjoy the plot, enjoy the writing, enjoy the art style, enjoy chatting with fans who have different ideas than you and just chill.

Empty Rinks

Request: “Is it cold outside or are you just blushing?” off of the fluff prompts. 

A/N: Okay loves, I changed the wording of the prompt a little just to fit the plot and I also brought in some college student Shawn to the party. Enjoy!


“We need a break,” was all you needed to say to grab his attention. Leaning your head on the window to your left, you totally forgot about the laptop in front of you. The whole day had been spent staring at a screen, trying to finish the endless list of essays on your plate.

Shawn looked as if you had grown five heads. “What do you mean?” he asked. You groaned and rested your head on his shoulder, closing your strained eyes. He smelled like coffee. You probably did too, considering how much you both had consumed in the past week.

“Do you remember the last time we actually went outside, and I don’t know…lived our lives?”

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Unconditional (Underfell shortfic)

This was inspired by @maxladcomics and their amazing Undertale AU comics!! (so far Drink is my fav; the newest update is awesome!!!)


“WHERE DID THAT PATHETIC LAZYBONES GO TO THIS TIME?” the tall, red and black, seemingly pissed off skeleton known as Edge said to himself. He was looking for his brother; the short, red-eyed skeleton known as Red. Edge had looked just about anywhere he thought he’d find his lazy brother, but to no avail. When he’d asked the other skeletons, they all told him his brother was on the couch with Tale Pap. When Edge looked, there he was; his gold-toothed brother on the couch, talking to the classic Papyrus like the others had said. In all honestly, Edge did feel kind of dumb, but they weren’t there when he’d looked the first time, so it wasn’t really his fault. He could hear that the two inside were having a conversation; and thinking it would be funny, Edge decided to stand by an open window to listen to it.

“so this dude walks into a bar..” Red started a joke. “OH NO, NOT ONE OF THESE JOKES.” Classic Pap interrupted him. “no no, this one’s good!” Red exclaimed. “…OH ALRIGHT.” Classic Paps responded. “ok, so, this dude walks into a bar with a slab of cement under his arm. he walks up and says to the bartender ‘i’d like a drink, and one for the road!’“ Red finished his joke, smiling when his bro’s classic version actually laughed a bit. “OKAY, THAT WAS ACTUALLY KIND OF FUNNY.” the classic admitted. Red laughed. “boss would kill me for making a joke like that.” he said. Classic Pap’s smile faded as a silence emerged between the two.

“WOULD HE REALLY?” Classic Pap asked, a saddened expression on his face. Red recognized the worry in his voice.

“no, no, ‘course not!” he assured him. “i mean, boss gives me a lot of shit, but he would never kill me.” he said.

Another silence emerged. Once again it was broken by Classic Pap.

“WHY DOES HE TREAT YOU THAT WAY?” he asked. “i dunno.” Red responded. “he used to be a lot like you when he was younger. then after he became co-captain of the royal guard, his personality completely changed.” he continued. “i ain’t gonna lie, i do miss the old boss.” he finished. “WHY DON’T YOU TELL HIM HOW YOU FEEL?” Classic Pap asked him. “he doesn’t listen.” Red responded.

“but…” Red said suddenly.

“BUT WHAT?” Classic Pap asked.

“…despite everything he’s done…everything he said…..despite the fact that he changed and that he may hate me….”

Both Papyruses listened closely.

“despite all of that, he’s my brother, and I still love him.” Red said.

Classic Pap smiled. Edge, on the other hand, was shocked.

Red was right about him always giving him shit and that he changed….

..but the one thing he was wrong about was Edge hating him.

Edge only wanted to make his brother stronger. He really did care for him. Upon hearing those words, Edge actually teared up. Never had he ever heard his brother say anything like that.

Edge walked away from the window before they could hear him cry. He sat on the front steps and cried silently for a bit before Red came out.

“hey boss.”

Edge sighed.

“HELLO BROTHER.”

“i heard you walk away from the window.”

“YOU DID?”

“yup.”

“OH.”

Silence.

“SANS?”

“yeah?”

“IS…IS WHAT YOU SAID TRUE?”

“of course, bro.”

Red pulled his little brother into a hug.

“if there’s something you should know, it’s that brotherly love is unconditional. no matter what universe.”

Edge sniffled and laughed a little.

“YES. YES IT IS.”

Firework Wars

Ayye back at it and yes you read that title right. So the Fourth of July just passed like 2 days ago and I was watching a YouTuber who mentioned they were going to be lighting and fighting with Roman Candles against one of their friends. Before they did they looked up videos and there’s one 2 minute video on YouTube with 10-15 guys in Chicago fighting each other on the streets with Roman Candles. There’s even video of people using those big fireworks against each other!!! *Even tho it did look super fun I’m not gonna lie*

Imagine an Aliens reaction to finding out that some humans point these deadly gunpowder filled explosives at each other just for shits and giggles.

They pass the afternoon blunt.

“so… yeah..! okay, now that we’re a little high… i’ve got something fun for us. how about some corny pick up lines? for practice..? i’ll go. have you ever read Looking for Alaska? “Ya’ll smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.” i was thinking… well… i smoke to die too, but at least it’s dying while having a smoke with you. shit! not gonna lie, this is mad tripping me out.“

“let’s talk about your smile for a minute. the way you smile with such happiness? they can’t take that away from me… unless they take your eyes… or my smile.”

Laughter is being shared between the two with the half-gone blunt as an hourglass. They both decided that skipping class for one day during senior year is becoming pretty stoked.

“okay that’s pretty fucking good. how about this. if you already have a romeo, i’m fine with being your side romeo.”

She chokes while taking a long drag and coughs herself into character.

“oh. my. god. dead. hold up. baby, when i’m with you, within seconds i’m sweating. you are the most effective personal trainer.”

They’re trying real hard not to be too loud, someone might be around, but at this point, who fucking cares, right?

“we’re totally killing this shit, huh? look at us. i’m high. you’re high. talk about putting someone on a high pedestal.”

“oh lord.”

“… hey… i’m glad that you showed up today…”

“dude, like don’t fuck up the buzz. let’s just laugh.”

“yeah, i’m sorry… look, i’m just going to miss you a lot, okay? like a lot, a lot. no bullshit.”

“i’m going to miss you “a lot, a lot” too.“

The roach scatters as it hits the lawn. They always come here after lunch, but today’s a little different. School is almost over. Under the football stadium bleachers it was just nature and them. No one to tell them how to act, how to behave, who to like, what grades to make, no one to break their true identities, beneath those bleachers they could be The Joker and Harley Quinn and that’s the best part about today. They get to have the last laugh without Batman fucking shit up. As the sun leans over to eavesdrop onto them–



Their smiling, this is exactly how they’ll remember each other. Happy. Stoned af. Lit. Just living. Being. As something genuine.
—  The Ate & The Bunso
One Date

Rafael Casal x Reader

Word Count: 1750 (a shorty but a fluffy)

Summary: “If you say yes, I’ll call you every day until you agree to go on one date. Say no, and I promise not to call you again.”

Warnings: It’s pretty much fluff, a little sad in a few bits but it’s not that bad, there’s only dialogue… so if that bothers you?, language as always, a little implied smut.

Tagging: @bad-hatter

A/N- Okay! Yay! I finally finished something! So this is pretty short, it’s just written in dialogue/phone calls. Kinda my first whack at a fic in this style, so please don’t be too harsh. Italics are Y/N, regular is Rafa. I’m pretty sure that’s about it! I hope you like, let me know what you thought :)

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Cutscenes

Not gonna lie “little cut scenes where Dan and Phil say lovey dovey stuff” is literally every DanAndPhilGAMES video but you know I think this’ll be pretty great.

I’m trying something a bit new, this is from my own perspective if this were to happen. 

Genre- Fluff

Word Count- 444 (shit it’s a demon)


Things changed. The cutscenes used to contain nothing but Dan and Phil talking about the game they had just played. Now, there’s a bit of game talk, but it’s more fanservice. Well, phanservice. The phandom has appropriately nicknamed these cutscenes “Edit That Out.”

There was a gaming video the day after they came out. The phandom was, of course, still in an absolute uproar. A few people actually had heart attacks and died. It was literal insanity. However, Dan and Phil did the one thing they knew would distract their fans: upload a video. 

However, this video was different. Everyone expected different, and they got it. The entirety of the time when they were playing the Sims, everything was normal. The phandom was actually starting to get a bit worried. It was pretty funny. But then came the cutscene. “So what do you think we’ll do next time, Phil?” 

“Well, Dan, we could send Dab over to the Pancakes’ for a playdate with Evan.”

“Phil, they’re too old for playdates. We just aged them up to teenagers.”

“Well, then maybe just a date?” The phandom went insane at that point. Their two top ships in this fandom just became canon. 

“Really, Phil?” 

“If we can be together, can’t they?” Phil pouted. 

Dan grinned at him, unable to resist that pouting. “Fine, you spork.” 

Phil beamed before tackling Dan in a soft kiss. Most of the phandom was too busy freaking out to notice as the kiss intensified and they were full-on making out on camera. After about ten seconds, Dan opened one eye to look at the camera, which he just seemed to realize was still on. His eye was smiling, although his mouth was a bit busy. He reached out and turned off the camera as Phil pushed him backwards so that his office chair reclined. The two giggled as the video and audio cut out. The phandom went nuts.


It was soon obvious that this change was permanent. In the next cutscene, they had played My Horse Prince and the blatant references to their own sex life were unavoidable. At this point, the phandom was closer to cringing than screeching. The next cutscene contained Phil managing to choke away another round of golf, and Dan telling him he loved him anyway. Easy for him to say that. He won the prize ring. (It may have also been an engagement ring…) 

So it’s basically all the things that they would have edited out a few weeks earlier. It’s pretty insane. You know, something tells me the phandom’s really going to enjoy this new era. As long as nobody else has actual heart attacks. 

Negan imagines - The Blame Part 7

Originally posted by justnegan

A/N: Well, Negan killed me in this episode. Of course I had to change some things due to my last chapter and I changed some parts (mainly the ending) of my last chapter so you might wanna go reread it before this. In the meantime enjoy…

Catch up here (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)(Part 5)(Part 6)

Overall Summary: You’re the one who accidentally led the Saviours to the group cause Negan has an interest in you. Rick’s daughter.

In this chapter: It’s Grimes family visit day, Carl spends time with Negan while you try to get things back in order at Alexandria but something pops up.

Pairing: Negan x reader, Father!Rick x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 4,100…Oops…

Warnings: Explicit language, Negan being Negan, mentions of sexual acts, sexual tension, Negan being an asshole

It wasn’t long until you returned to Alexandria. Carl, your Dad and the community was on your mind the entire ride home. Negan hadn’t even told you when his next drop in was. How long did you have?

You peered up at the gates and inhaled deeply. You felt your jeans vibrate as your Dad’s voice appeared.

“(Y/n)? Michonne?”

“Dad?” You pulled out your radio and answered.

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The Note Tree ❋ L.H. Pt.3

Originally posted by loserxhemmo96

Part T H R E E 

Summary: A cherry blossom tree, residing at the farthest part of the schools courtyard. Nobody dwelled there, and you didn’t care much for it. Until you kept hearing one song played over and over, with lyrics changed to touch at your curiosity. They knew you were listening, and one day you gave in and made your way to the pink tree. Waiting for you, a series of notes tied to a single strand of string.

Word Count: 3.5+k

AN: aha yikes, i guess my story is sorta boring if it took so long to get part 3 released x.x but i will keep up with this one and hope 100 notes will gradually become an easy achievement. ty to ya’ll that are down about the story, it makes me so happy :) xx 

Partsone, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty.

I M A G I N E 

Wednesday

“Okay, I’ll do it,” you muttered within your friend group as you all entered the school. “I’ll go to the stupid tree.” 

All your friends stared at you, pure shock dancing in their essence. The pairs of blue, green and brown eyes were a little overbearing, but expected. In sync, the girls squealed before grabbing you hostage in a group hug. You groaned, enjoying their embrace but dreading the heat that came with it. 

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82: Amsterdam

Drabble Request By @kclaire1​: hey! I love your “Choose a number and a sentence for a fic” and I already want one! hmmm let´s see… number 82 and the sentence “Kiss the frog, maybe he is a prince”

Word Count: 645

A/N: Had to do a Sam drabble since I know how much you love Sam!! Also, like, I love this song to death but I’ve never been able to figure out exactly what it’s about. I just know that I get this very distinctive feeling every time I hear it and I can never quite pinpoint exactly what it is… So trying to write that was interesting, to say the least :)

Version en Español: 82: Ámsterdam

Song 82: Amsterdam by Imagine Dragons


“How’d the third date go?” Sam asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I left two hours ago and I’m already back. How do you think it went?” As you wove your way through the bunker to your room, you could feel Sam following you.

“I thought you liked this guy. Thought there was that spark or whatever.”

You rolled your eyes and tossed your purse on your bed. Yanking open a drawer, you pulled out a tee-shirt and sweats. “Right. Well, I guess it was one way. And I’m a horrible judge of character because he turned out to be a total douche.”

Sam plopped himself down on your bed while you stripped out of your dress and pulled on your comfort clothes. “What happened?”

“What happened is that fate hates me.” After pulling your hair into a messy bun, you crawled onto the bed next to Sam and stared up at the ceiling. “And I think my mom ruined me with all of those fairy tales she used to tell me.”

“Not your prince?”

“Just a stinkin’ frog. He called me cold and closed off. Heartless and too logical. How is that even an insult? Logic is what keeps us alive every day on our hunts.”

Sam turned over onto his side and propped his head up in his hand. “Your mom is gonna call in the morning to ask about the date, you know.”

Groaning, you rolled over until you could bury your face in his chest. “Don’t remind me. I’m just gonna have to lie to her and tell her that it went fine but we had different ideas for our lives or some shit like that. I swear, I tend to lie to her more now than I ever have.”

“She just wants you to be happy.”

Your time will come, honey. Just wait for it. Go ahead and kiss the frog. Maybe he is a prince,” you mimicked your mother’s low, scratchy voice. “Well you know what? I’m sick of it! I’ve tried, but I keep coming up short! I’m sick of kissing all of those slimy frogs. And I’m sick of guys not being able to put in enough effort to get to know me. They meet me and get interested because they think I’m mysterious, but then they’re surprised when I really am a mystery and I don’t just let them in and tell them all of my secrets. Screw them. Maybe I’m just not meant to be in a relationship. Who cares about that anyway?”

“They don’t know what they’re missing out on.” Sam smiled warmly down at you. “’Cause once you get past the mystery and those walls you keep up, you’re pretty great.”

“Thanks, Sam.”

Your eyes caught and held his for a long moment. The air between you two seemed to stretch out as you thought through the past few years with the Winchesters. Around Sam, your walls always seemed to come crashing down. He’d stuck with you through your hard-to-get-to-know phase. And all of those guys who told you that you would be alone didn’t really know. They didn’t know that you were never alone. There was always someone waiting when you went home.

Go ahead and kiss the frog. Maybe he is a prince.

Your mother’s voice in your head was enough to push you forward a few inches until your lips were a fraction of a centimeter away from Sam’s. He drew in a short, surprised breath of air before tentatively closing the distance and pressing his lips to yours.

And suddenly, all of your mother’s fairy tales seemed to lose all color and pale to this moment. This kiss was what all of those fairy tale authors tried to capture with their words. The fireworks and sparks and magic that sparked from this kiss were so much better than anything you’d read.


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My Gallagher

Word Count: 1372

Pairing: Gallavich (Ian Gallagher x Mickey Milkovich)

Please accept this shitty fic that consists of Gallavich feels, some light smut, and a snappy appearance by Lip Gallagher x


Mickey rolled his eyes as his phone rang, frowning when he didn’t recognise the number. He answered anyway, more curious to know who the fuck had his phone number than anything else.

“Who the fuck is this?”

A distinctive voice came immediately from the other end of the line. “Lip. Lip Gallagher.”

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Look, I know you rely on this whole tough guy thing, but just fucking cut it out for one second. It’s Ian. He came home and he hasn’t spoken to anyone and he keeps telling us all to fuck off.”

“What’s that got to do with me?” Mickey asked, trying not to sound too concerned.

“You need to come and talk to him. As gay as this sounds, you’re the only one I can think of that he’ll talk to.” Lip paused. “No one’s home, just me and Ian. I’ll stay out of the way, you just have to come and talk to him.”

“Fine. I’ll come and talk to him.”

“Thanks, Mickey.”

“Whatever.”

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