The Kingsman x FFXV AU you never asked for! Agents Prompto Argentum and Lunafreya Fleuret are suited up now! Quick little sketch for my love @sailor-mochi! We had a Kingsman night and welp, obviously we decided to talk about an AU with our babies in it!
you’re taking requests for Bill Skarsgård can you write one where
the reader is a famous actress and also little Jackson Scott’s big
sister (the kid who plays Georgie) so she attends the premiere with
him wearing a stunning dress as usual, she meets Bill who is
awestruck bc hes a huge fan with a massive crush on her, the kids who
played in the movie myb tease him a little bit, and she’s flattered
and thinks hes adorable idk i like this idea —
is Jackson older sister and Bill is her fan!so when he finds out he
tries his best to get Jackson to introduce them,and when he
does,Jackson can’t help and teels big sis that Bill has a crush on
her and he’s just super adorkable to admit! later they all say that
on an interview,and the kids love to make fun of them
“Jackson please don’t run! Be careful, sweetie, you’re gonna-” you stopped yourself when you heard you little brother giggle and you realized what you’d just said “Oh gosh I am turning into mom!” you breathed out, eyes wide.
Your little brother ran back to you, wrapping his small arms around your legs and you looked down to be met with his adorable smile “Yes you are! But I am always going to love you the most! More than mom and dad, and more than anyone else in the world!” he said and you giggled.
“And you will always be the number one man in my heart, JR!” you leaned down to pick him up and kiss his cheek as he wrapped his arms around your neck with a big smile.
“Even before dad?” he asked and you grinned, nodding your head.
“But we’re not gonna tell him that, because it’s gonna break his heart.” you pouted, and he giggled.
“You bet it will!” your father piped in, saying with a serious nod and you laughed with Jackson as he kissed your cheek before going to help your mother.
“And… even more than him?” he said with what was supposed to be a smirk on his face and you chuckled, tickling his belly.
“You sly little tease!” you grinned as he squirmed in your arms “Alright, maybe I really do like him a little bit but-”
He rolled his eyes so dramatically at you and shook his head “A lot!”
Pharah: Where’s my super suit?
Pharah: Where - is - my - super - suit?
Mercy: I, uh, put it away.
[helicopter explodes outside]
Mercy: *Why* do you *need* to know?
Pharah: I need it!
[Pharah rummages through another room in their condo]
Mercy: Uh-uh! Don’t you think about running off doing no daring-do. We’ve been planning this dinner for two months!
Pharah: The public is in danger!
Mercy: My evening’s in danger!
Pharah: You tell me where my suit is, woman! We are talking about the greater good!
Mercy: ‘Greater good?’ I am your wife! I’m the greatest *good* you are ever gonna get!
I had the pleasure of interviewing Nicki Minaj. Here are some sections that were cut from my first draft of this cover story for T Magazine.
Her publicist assures me it won’t be too long and I tell him it’s no problem. When I interviewed Madonna, she was ninety minutes late, which is not name-dropping. I am offering context for why I am so Zen about waiting for Nicki Minaj. I understand that time works differently for famous people.
In the end, Nicki Minaj is remarkably prompt which is to say our meeting begins only about twenty minutes after the scheduled time. The real challenge was in scheduling the interview at all. My editor and Minaj’s team spent quite a long time exchanging e-mails about when and where the interview would take place—in Los Angeles, in Miami, in New York, on this date or that but without an exact time. I finally learned when we would meet upon landing at JFK, mere hours before the appointed time. It was all very exciting for a writer whose days are generally marked by the difficulty of choosing whether to watch Law & Order SVU or Law & Order Criminal Intent.
Her publicist Joe, who will stick around for the entire interview, sits across from me. Earlier, as we waited in the hall just outside the suite, Joe gave me tips on how to talk to Minaj and then, I must confess, I did name drop Madonna because this was not my first rodeo. It was my second. On the coffee table, a laptop records our interview on Minaj’s behalf. I can’t say I blame her. I’m not concerned.
It took a long time to get to that place Minaj tells me, and now, “sonically I know what the album’s about to sound like. I know what this album is gonna mean to my fans. This album is everything in my life coming full circle and me being truly, genuinely happy. It feels almost like a celebration. The last album, the Pink Print was like my diary, closing the chapter on certain things and not knowing if I was happy or sad about beginning new chapters. I was really writing about feeling unsure.”
It’s interesting that Minaj is feeling more confident in herself than ever because I am there to talk about greatness. I am curious how Minaj defines greatness and after a thoughtful pause, she says, “Discipline is one of the things I believe every great has a lot of. I’d [also] put talent, intelligence, and I’d mix it in with the X factor, which is just the thing you can’t really put into words.”
…it is easy to make tawdry assumptions about what she means by closing chapters and new outlooks, but in preparing for our conversation, I was determined to not ask invasive, personal questions. I was determined to not ask stupid questions….I did not delude myself into thinking I would be the one who might crack the Minaj code. She was thoughtful and open but it was crystal clear that she wasn’t going to divulge anything but what she wanted to divulge.
By way of her music and public personas, Minaj has fostered a devoted fan base. She speaks often and lovingly of these fans who are definitely on her mind when she’s making music. So are her peers in the rap game. “When I’m being super lyrical and really pushing my pen, I’ll think about dope rappers and what they’re gonna say when they hear that. Rap is competitive and that’s a good thing. We should push ourselves to compete and I’m a woman and I always want to compete with the greats. There are moments where I say something really funny or really ghetto or cheeky and I’ll be like, oh my fans are gonna crack up about that. Whenever I’m really baring my soul, I always say, oh my god, my fans will go crazy because they appreciate when I just let myself really show… and don’t guard myself.”
I’ll know feminism has succeeded when women can achieve greatness without wading through a lifetime of bullshit first.
I’ve kind of had a craving for angry, jealous Dean lately…
Gator @salvachester - this one’s for you <3
You climb out of the back seat, tugging your skirt down
self-consciously. Dean is staring at your legs, his jaw clenched, and
even Sam swallows hard, then turns away.
“Does it look that bad?” you ask, worried for a moment that maybe
you’re not dressed appropriately to be an FBI agent.
Sam clears his throat, and Dean growls out, “You look fine.”
You straighten your jacket, lift your chin, and get into the head
space you need, a little condescending, a little no-nonsense, like
you’re used to getting what you ask for. Dean gives you one more
glance and, looking like he’d like to eat someone, leads the way into
the police station.
You and Sam trail Dean to the front desk, standing a step behind and
flashing your badges dutifully when the officer on duty asks if he
can help you. “What can we do for the FBI?” he asks, just a touch
of snark behind his words, and you can almost feel Dean’s thunderous
frown. He’s been on edge for days, and this day seems to be a bad
one. His temper has been unpredictable, his level of patience almost
zero, and you cringe a little internally at what his reaction might
“Is your superior officer around? Maybe the big boys should talk,”
he snaps, and the officer behind the desk stands up, all six feet and
at least four inches of him, maybe even a little taller than Sam.
“Listen, Agent Hetfield. We don’t take kindly to feds coming in and
throwing their weight around. If we can help, fine. But don’t go
making demands like we owe you. We work for a living around here,
You can almost feel Dean’s chest swelling, his temper ready to
blow, and you step forward, one hand on his arm as you push your way
in front of him. “Sorry, Officer – Thomas, is it? Please forgive
my partner, this case has him a little wired.” You turn to look up
at Dean, your lips tight as you speak to him in a pleasant voice,
aware that he will hear the anger beneath. “Agent Hetfield, Agent
Hammett, why don’t you go get that coffee we were talking about? I’ll
get what we need here and meet you outside.” You narrow your eyes
at him, the threat behind them clear.
“Yeah. Why don’t we just do that,” he grinds out, giving a curt
nod to the officer and turning on his heel to stalk to the door,
flinging it open without a pause. Sam smiles politely, then turns to
So there has been a lot more anti-trans or negative trans things all over Tumblr recently thanks to— well we all know what its thanks to.
I had a specific request for something positive and pro-trans and I absolutely agree we could all handle something positive and fluffy and nice, so here we go.
This is a Part Two to my first trans!peter fic Secrets.
For those who haven’t read PART ONE—Peter is Tom Holland/15 years old, the relationship between he and Deadpool is strictly platonic. This is not Spideypool shipping, this is just a friendship.
Trans!Peter and protective dad!Tony and protective friend!Wade
************************* “You’re gonna stay with me, right?” Peter asked nervously and Wade patted his shoulder comfortingly.
“Not going anywhere Spidey. Just here for support.”
“Thanks.” Peter rubbed at his chest, tugging uncomfortably on his binder.
“You alright? Do we need to loosen it?” Wade was still in full costume, mask and katanas and all, but he started pulling his gloves off to help Peter if needed.
“No.” Peter shook his head. “No it’s fine, just… just feeling super noticeable right now.”
“Not noticeable.” Wade assured him. “Since we got rid of that ugly black thing, this nude one blends in a lot better.”
“Ok.” Peter took a deep breath. “Okay. Let’s go.”
Wade kept a big hand on Peter’s shoulders as they headed into the living room of the Avengers compound, sitting down together on the couch across from where Tony was sitting, jotting notes down as he read through a file.
“Deadpool. You take your hand off my kid or I’m gonna break it off.” Tony said without even looking up and Wade laughed before removing his hand and leaning back, folding his arms over his chest.
“What are you even doing here? I feel like last time you and I ran into each other—”
“Mr Stark.” Peter interrupted before Tony could unleash some sort of verbal destruction on the mercenary. “I really need to talk to you.”
“What’s up, kiddo?” Tony put his file down instantly, leaning forward and clasping his hands loosely between his knees. “Everything alright?”
“Mr Stark–” Peter looked at Wade for encouragement, who sent him a thumbs up. “I am– I am–trans.”
Peter took a deep breath and pulled his t shirt off, exposing both his binder and the slightly reddened spot where he took his injections. “I’m um… This is who I am.”
Then, “Trans.” Tony repeated. “So. Um transsexual? Transgender? Is there a difference? I don’t even know. Okay. Trans. Alright. How long? Can I ask that?”
“I’ve been transitioning for close to a year.” Peter offered and Tony nodded. “I take testosterone injections, and wear a binder to keep everything–” he made a motion over his chest. “It’s been more difficult to hide with being Spider-Man but–but I’m working on it.”
“Okay.” Tony nodded again. “Alright.”
“So–” Peter spread his hands uncertainly. “So, I wanted you to know.”
“Did you tell this one before you told me?” Tony pointed at Wade who made an offended noise.
“Wade found me when I was hurt one night–”
“–I was fine. But Wade had to help me and he found out and– and you know it was nice to have someone know, and I didn’t want to hide it anymore. I don’t want you to feel like I’m lying to you about anything. Aunt May says–”
“May knows?” Tony interrupted. “About the binding and the shots and this guy?”
“Well maybe not about me hanging out with Pool, but I mean, yeah. Everything else. She has to pay for the injections so–.”
“Okay.” Tony folded his arms. “I’m gonna need the suit back.”
“Mr Stark!” Peter cried, suddenly much closer to tears than he’d been just a moment before. “Why would you–”
“Check it out, Iron Dildo.” Wade snapped, and leaned forward with something like a growl. “How bout you back the fuck off, see that this kid is trying to be honest with you and you being an asshole isn’t going to—”
“Hey, guy who kills people for money, how about you shut up for two minutes and let me talk?” Tony retorted. “Peter, give me your suit.”
Peter reached into his back slowly and pulled out the suit, handing it over to Tony with shaking hands.
Tony turned it over a few times, looking at it thoughtfully. “So.” he cleared his throat. “So should we talk about redesigning this with a binder built in? So you don’t have to wear one in addition to the suit? Or would that be uncomfortable?”
“Wh–What?” Peter ran his fingers through his hair. “Um, what?”
“Is a binder built into your suit too uncomfortable?” Tony asked again. “Like does it need to be something like a corset sort of thing? Or hooks? Or since your suit tightens around you automatically do I need to upgrade where it holds around your chest? Or would you rather just– you alright, Pete?”
“I’m fine.” The fifteen year old covered his face with his hands. “I’m fine, it’s just—” his voice caught and Tony’s eyes softened.
“You just let me know how to make this easier for you, okay? I dont know anything about anything like this, so you’ll have to speak up.”
“Sure thing.” Peter wiped his eyes and sat back up. “Um, thank you, Mr Stark I can’t—”
“Also.” Tony made a show of picking up his tablet, scrolling through some documents until he apparently found which ever one he was looking for. “I noticed you haven’t signed up for the insurance program available to you through the Stark Internship. Recently it was decided that insurance will now cover binders and testosterone injections and all the…things that I don’t know about that goes with that sort of thing.”
“Recently?” Wade repeated, sounding skeptical, and Tony sent him a narrowed eyed glare.
“Yes, Mr. Wilson. Recently. As in within the last ten minutes. Is that a problem?”
Wade held up his hands peacefully, and both the adults turned to look at Peter, who still looked like he might cry any second.
“You don’t ever have to be afraid to tell me things like this.” Tony’s voice was gruff, and he pulled his sunglasses out of his shirt pocket to cram on his face. “Tell Aunt May that your internship will be covering any and all costs associated with you… transitioning. Is that the right word? I don’t want to say the wrong– I need to do some research, I think.”
Tony blew out a deep breath and looked between the two of them.
“Anything else you want to tell me? Like that maybe you two are dating? Because Deadpool I swear to god if you are even looking at my kid wrong I’m gonna rip you apart and drop the pieces from the sky. Lets see if you can regenerate from that.”
“Gross.” Wade snorted. “He’s like eight.”
“I’m fifteen guys.” Peter interjected.
“It doenst matter!” “It doesn’t matter!”
Wade and Tony yelled at the same time, then glared at each other for a minute.
“Well kiddo.” Tony sent Peter a smile. “Anything else today? Because I feel like you have homework.”
“Yeah. Some spanish.” Peter nodded and reached to put his shirt back on. “No, I– I guess that’s it.”
“Well, you know where the door is if you want to talk.”
Peter didn’t even hesitate, just stood up and leaned over Tony’s chair to give him a hug. “Thank you. This was…easier than I thought it would be.”
“Whatever you need, Underroos. You know that.” Tony patted his back. “Now get. Spanish homework.”
Tony waved at Peter, glared at Deadpool, and waited until they had left before picking his tablet back up, settling in for a long night of researching everything and anything related to helping support teenagers who were transitioning.
A throat being cleared made him look up. “For the love of– didn’t I kick you out?”
Wade shrugged. “I’m just laying this out here– the whole protective dad thing one hundred percent does it for me. So if you ever decide to unclench enough to have some fun, call me.”
“Get out!” Tony cried, but he was smiling, and Wade was going to count that as a victory. *******************
“What were you doing?” Peter frowned up at the mercenary when he finally showed up at the door.
“Asking your dad out.”
“That’s disgusting.” Peter complained and punched Wade’s shoulder hard enough to send him reeling a few steps. “Don’t do that.”
Several minutes later, Peter added. “Mr Stark isn’t my dad.”
“Yeah, you waited too long to say that. I officially vote for Iron Man to be your dad.”
“…yeah me too.”
Just a reminder to all you beauties that are thinking about transitioning, mid transition, or have made it through and are now happily the person you were always meant to be—
You are lovely, you are valid, and you are not burdens or anything else along those lines. Don’t let any other fuckers tell you any different.
Summary:You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.
Word count: 3423
Warnings:Language, mission/war related violence and gore, shooting, enemy deaths, i think that’s all…*shrugs*
A/N: Chap.9 finally, I know! This is a it of an information dump/setting the rest of the story arc up chapter. I tried to dial down the angst since you lovies all told me how you cried on the last chapter :( and put some action and humour in instead. I hope you like this one and I CAN’T WAIT to give you guys chapter 10 in a few days so please stick around through this one! it’s worth the wait!
**I’m actually legit terrified that i peaked with the last chapter and nothing will ever be as good, especially this chapter, but i hope to give you guys a good story for the rest of the series.
Feedback fuels my life btw….and the picture is from google…i searched for beautiful things… ;]
wake up we gotta go.”
rough, scratchy voice woke you from an uneasy sleep. Your head was pounding and your eyes felt sticky,
as if they’d been glued together in the night. “Mmm, wha—w’as happ’nin’?” you mumbled,
rubbing a hand down your face.
in Brooklyn, we gotta go. Get dressed,”
Clint replied. He smacked your leg and
the bed bounced as he got up and walked towards the closet.
about the desert? Nebraska?”
Mexico,” Clint clarified with a snort.
“There’s no desert in Nebraska.
Remind me to get you a map for your birthday. Now, get—up.”
He ripped the blanket away from you, causing you to squeal as cold air
rushed over your legs.
“Gah! I’m up!
I’m up!” You jolted upwards and
scrambled out from the bed.
aka that buzz.feed unsolved serial killer!shane fic i only mentioned writing to like two people, no one is here for this but i’m posting it anyway pairing: lowkey shane/ryan rating: probably T? maybe M? there’s a severed head involved but no graphic descriptions of violence content: mentions of murder, like i said there’s an instance of a severed head, this gets a lot more comedic than you’d expect, shane eats cocoa puffs on ao3 excerpt:
“Ryan.” Shane breaks off and sits down again, slides his chair closer to Ryan’s, stares him down. “God, fuck, look at me, okay, I did this. I did this, this is my case, this is mine, everything you’re talking about—”
Ryan can’t help it: he laughs. It comes out a little anxiously, but it’s a laugh all the same, because Shane can’t really expect him to buy into this, right?
And Shane looks—well, murderous is either the wrong word or the right one. “I’m not kidding.”
“You really want me to believe—”
“You entertain all possible theories, right?” Shane says, exasperated and angry, and Ryan notices it’s the first time he’s ever said that seriously. “That’s what this stupid show is—that’s what you do. So entertain this one.”
All at once, it stops being funny. Something the size of a golf ball seems to lodge itself high in Ryan’s throat. He realizes it’s alarm, fear, a caged bird thrashing against the bars inside himself. He’s waiting for Shane to break, to burst into laughter, to say it’s all a stupid joke, but it doesn’t happen.
Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.
Saying that shopping with your mother was the most boring and tiring
thing you have ever done in your life was an understatement. She made you try
every single dress that she found cute or that she thought youwould look cute on you. It didn’t matter if you
liked it or not, she was in charge.
After hours of trying things on and not finding
anything that you and your mother agreed on, you decide to go to a small
boutique outside the city. You used to always go shopping there when you lived
here and you had faith that you would find something that you liked and your
“You should have bought that last dress, you looked
beautiful in it.” You watch as your mother starts the car “It was a white lace
dress, the bride would kill me and I’m planning on going back home safe and
sound.” You say in a serious tone, you didn’t want to cause any more drama.
“You could always use it with James; I don’t know,
you were just so beautiful in that dress.” You put your hand on your
mother's shoulder squeezing it lightly “It’s a little earlier to
start thinking about wedding dresses, don’t you think?”
summary: can the reader knowing Peter is Spiderman and begging him to let her try on the suit. He agrees and she gets stuck somehow and is like PETER HELP ME IM STUCK STOP LAUGHING DAMMIT
warnings: a sprinkling of swearing?
you and peter sat in his bedroom watching the princess bride. He was staring at the screen absentmindedly. You looked across at him laying next to you on the bed. You suddenly sat up, jolting him from his daydream.
“Peter” you said, crossing your legs and poking him.
“Yes” he answered turning to his side to face you.
“I think I should try on the spider suit” you smiled. Peter rolled his eyes and flipped back to his original position.
“We’ve talked about this, your gonna mess it up” peter whines flicking your shoulder. “Pete please” you whispered bending over and kissing his cheek repeatedly. He laughed “god I don’t know what I’m going to do with you- but yes fine” peter relented. You jumped up and squealed, pulling peter up with you. He grinned and went over to his closet and pulled out his suit. You clapped your hands in wild delight. Peter brought the suit with him as he sat on the edge of his bed. “Okay, you need to put this on really carefully and make sure you don’t touch much of it and don’t activate anything.” He sighed and looked at you alight with happiness. Before he could start another warning you grabbed the suit and rushed to the bathroom to put it on.
Putting it on was a struggle to say the least. It was super baggy at first but then you pressed that middle thingy and it was immediately your size. You looked in the mirror and struck a few mildly amusing poses. Once you were satisfied with your excellence you flung open the door, needlessly dramatic. You stood there and let peter take in all your glory.
Peter started laughing instantly. “What?” You cried out striking a pose “do I not look glorious, breathtaking or even fantastically amazing” you shouted in disbelief. He was cracking up “your- your- a hahahah” he cackled. You rolled your eyes and kicked him “well at least help me take this off it’s really sticky. ” you groaned, starting to feel self conscious with peters curly hair shaking so hard because of his chuckling. peter eventually stopped laughing and smiled “sure thang spider girl” you stuck out your tongue at him and tried to pull of the boot. It was really tight fitting and refused to be removed. You groaned and lifted you leg for peter to try. He snorted and sat on the bed holding your left calf. “Okay, I’ll pull and you’ll try to slide out of it. ” he smiled and took his position. You stepped back into yours. “Okay on three- one…..two…….three” you exclaimed. Peter promptly pulled and you tried to twist your foot out. However you lost your footing and ended up falling front face onto his carpet. Peter shouted and began to hysterically laugh. He doubled over in the bed his legs flailing ridiculously in the air. You moaned and glared at him while rolling over from your now bruised face. “PETER HELP ME IM STUCK, STOP LAUGHING DAMMIT” he literally slipped off the bed and clutched his stomach “I CANT BREATHE!” He shouted in between breathless cackles. “PETER FOR FUCKS SAKE IM GOING TO MURDER YOU” he slowly started to regain his sense of self and crawled over to you laying on the floor, mid tantrum. He mosied on over and collapsed next you. You crossed your arms and sat up cross legged. He gradually straightened up and put his head against yours “I’m sorry” he whispered and kissed you. You let him and sank into it. Then you felt him start to smile against your lips. Then he started laughing again. “I just- I keep remembering it” he howled. “PETER!”
headcanon where kakashi is looking for his anbu mask like frozone looking for his super suit
like he’s running around just
“IRUKA WHERE IS MY ANBU MASK”
“WHERE. IS. MY. ANBU. MASK”
“I PUT IT AWAY”
“WHYY DO YOU NEED TO KNOW?”
“I NEED IT!”
“UH-HUH. DON’T YOU THINK ABOUT RUNNING OFF DOING NO JUTSU. WE’VE BEEN PLANNING THIS DINNER FOR TWO MONTHS.”
“THE VILLAGE IS IN DANGER!”
“MY EVENING IS IN DANGER.”
“YOU TELL ME WHERE MY MASK IS IRUKA! WE’RE TALKING ABOUT THE GREATER GOOD!”
“GREATER GOOD? HATAKE KAKASHI I AM YOUR BOYFRIEND, I’M THE GREATEST GOOD YOU’RE EVER GONNA GET.”
what i mean:
tom didn't have to go that hard at lip sync battle. think about it. tom knew he was going against zendaya. he knew he was the underdog and that the crowd was probably gonna be filled with zendaya fans. he obviously knew he had to step up his game to even have a chance. he had to impress the crowd to win. he knew this. and i get this. but instead of doing something slightly above average, his extra ass decided to talk shit™ about z before and during the show, call her iconic performance 'average', do a nelly song, you know just to fuck everyone's shit up, then for his second performance he comes out in a ridiculous big suit and gets everyone confused. to top it all off he comes out in full drag, including a wig, self applied lipstick and fishnets. all this to sing umbrella while dancing in the rain, grinding his umbrella and shaking his lil ass. again i get it, my boy wanted to win, but wow-