nothing to do.. so ya know

` ° • ✧ TANGLED SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ Call it what you will… fate… destiny… ’
’ You smell that? Take a deep breath through the nose. ’
’ Really let that seep in. ’
’ What are you getting? ’
’ Your thoughts? ’
’ I don’t know why, but overall it just smells like the color brown. ’
’ I could get used to a view like this. ’
’ Yep, I’m used to it. Guys I want a castle. ’
’ Great. Now I’m the bad guy. ’
’ Look in that mirror. ’
’ I see a strong, confident, beautiful young lady. ’
’ Oh look, you’re here too. ’
’ Skip the drama, stay with Mama! ’
’ This is the story of how I died. ’
’ Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn’t even mine. ’
’ Oh… oh no… where is my satchel? ’
’ I’ve hidden it. Somewhere you’ll never find it. ’
’ It’s in that pot, isn’t it? ’
’ I’m just teasing! ’
’ How you manage to do that every single day without fail! ’
’ It looks absolutely exhausting, darling! ’
’ Then I don’t know why it takes so long. ’
’ Oh, it’s nothing. ’
’ Who are you, and how did you find me? ’
’ I know not who you are, nor how I came to find you. ’
’ May I just say… Hi. How ya doin’? ’
’ You were my new dream. ’
’ You should know that this is the strangest thing I’ve ever done! ’
’ Let’s just assume for the moment that everyone in here doesn’t like me! ’
’ How ‘bout best two out of three? ’
’ Who’s that? ’
’ They don’t like me. ’
’ Too weak to handle myself out there, huh, ______? ’
’ Go. Live your dream. ’
’ Your dream stinks. I was talking to her. ’
’ I was saying tomorrow is a really big day, and you didn’t really respond. ’
’ I distinctly remember, your birthday was last year. ’
’ No no no, can’t be. ’
’ That’s the funny thing about birthdays, they’re kind of an annual thing. ’
’ You know how I feel about the mumbling. ’
’ Blah blah blah blah blah, it’s very annoying! ’
’ I’m just teasing, you’re adorable. ’
’ I love you so much, darling. ’
’ Let me just get this straight. ’
’ I take you to see the lanterns, bring you back home, and you’ll give me back my satchel? ’
’ When I promise something, I never ever break that promise. ’
’ I didn’t want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice. ’
’ This is kind of an off-day for me. This doesn’t normally happen. ’
’ Fine! I’ll take you to see the lanterns. ’
’ You broke my smolder. ’
’ Here comes the smolder. ’
’ This is bad, this is very very bad, this is really bad… ’
’ They just can’t get my nose right! ’
’ Who cares? ’
’ Well, it’s easy for you to say… ’
’ The party lasted an entire week, and honestly, I don’t remember most of it. ’
’ I’ve been dreaming about them my entire life! ’
’ Haven’t any of you ever had a dream? ’
’ What’s your dream? ’
’ Sorry, boys. I don’t sing. ’
’ Well, I hope you’re here to apologize. ’
’ I have something for you too. ’
’ I should have given it to you before, but I was scared. ’
’ And the thing is, I’m not scared anymore. ’
’ You know what I mean? ’
’ All right, okay, give me a boost, and I’ll pull you up. ’
’ I just… I can’t believe that after all we’ve been through together, you don’t… trust me? ’
’ Sorry… my hands are full. ’
’ I’ve been looking out of a window for eighteen years. ’
’ And what if it is? What do I do then? ’
’ What if it’s not everything I dreamed it would be? ’
’ Well, that’s the good part I guess. ’
’ You get to go find a new dream. ’
’ That’s a lot of hair. ’
’ Oh, now they’re just being mean. ’
’ I can’t believe I did this! ’
’ I mean, what she doesn’t know won’t kill her, right? ’
’ I have made the decision to trust you. ’
’ So, what do you want with my hair? To cut it? ’
’ Listen, the only thing I want to do with your hair is to get out of it… ’
’ I have a big surprise! ’
’ Did I ever tell you I’ve got a thing for brunettes? ’
’ Is it ruffians? Thugs? Have they come for me? ’
’ Stay calm. It can probably smell fear. ’
’ You should see your faces because you look - ’
’ I didn’t see that coming. ’
’ But I know what the big question is? ’
’ So! Hey can I ask you something? ’
’ Because I’m not gonna lie, that would be stupendous… ’
’ Is there any chance that I’m going to get super strength in my hand? ’
’ Oh. Sorry yes, just… lost in thought I guess. ’
’ Whoaaaa! Somebody get me a glass! ’
’ Frying pans… who knew, right? ’
’ Sorry! Just, don’t… don’t freak out. ’
’ Is that blood in your mustache? ’
’ Look at all the blood in his mustache! ’
’ I can’t help but notice you seem a little at war with yourself here. ’
’ Now, I’m only picking up bits and pieces here, of course. ’
’ A little rebellion, a little adventure, that’s good. Healthy, even. ’
’ I mean, this is serious stuff. ’
’ But let me ease your conscience. This is part of growing up. ’
’ You’re way over thinking this, trust me. ’
’ I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m letting you out of the deal. ’
’ What is it going to take for me to get my satchel back? ’
’ You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? ’
’ Well, I’ve gotta say, I didn’t know you had that in you back there. ’
’ Now, I know I’m not supposed to mention the hair. ’
’ Frankly, I’m too scared to ask about the frog. ’
’ If you want to see the lanterns so badly, why haven’t you gone before? ’
’ Why would you ask such a ridiculous question? ’
’ I’ve spent my entire life hiding from people who would use me for my power… ’
’ That criminal is to be hanged for his crimes. ’
’ Hmm. I have magic hair that glows when I sing. ’

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  • straight armys: uh I don't think Bighit would risk doing a gay mv plot ya know nothing against those so called gays or anything
  • Bighit who debuted a girl group named Glam with a wlw song and are literally known for bts' brand of talking about things that are considered taboo in south korea: ok
Jerome Valeska x Reader: Daddy’s Little Doctor - Part Two

Originally posted by jeromevaleskasface

thanks so much to everyone being so nice with me! i’m glad you enjoyed daddy’s little doctor so much! here’s a part two just for you!

PART ONE

AND PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK IN THE COMMENTS


‘Oh my God. What the hell am I doing?’ [Y/N] kept asking herself as she ran hand by hand with Jerome.

‘This is so crazy.’

“Ha! Do you see what I see, Baby Cakes? We’re just like Bonnie and Clyde!”

[Y/N] didn’t have enough time to answer, she gasped loudly at Jerome who just shot a random guy who was about to get into his car.

Jerome laughed. “We have our own vehicle now.” He took a driver’s seat and waited for [Y/N].

She sat beside him and as his hand moved to reach her thigh she took it like she wanted to hold it.

‘Shit. Don’t you dare to blush!’

He only smirked at the situation, not letting go of her hand. Both of them didn’t say anything about it. What if he didn’t really wanted to reach her thigh?

She could feel how awkward it was, at least for her, that’s why she decided to say something.

“So.. Where are we going anyway?”

“We’re.. going to get my face back, [Y/N].” He giggled.

She liked his giggle, it was adorable.

She turned to look at him. “Why do you want your face back though? I kinda like the new look.” She said with a smirk.

He chuckled. “Oh Darling, you never fail to make me smile. I know I still look hella fine but you should’ve seen me with my face on.”

“Well, I’ve seen you.. that day when they found out you killed your mother..”

“Ah good ol’ days!” He said happily. “So tell me Gorgeous, what did you think of me?”

“Nothing!” She said a little too fast. “I mean yeah, uh, nothing.”

Normally, [Y/N] wouldn’t have a problem with lying but Jerome really made her nervous at the moment!

“Awww, c’mon, you gotta tell me.” He looked at her with puppy eyes, not caring about the road, wheels of the car meeting an innocent man because of it.

“Sorry! Didn’t see ya!” [Y/N] looked at the scene with wide eyes.

“Okay now, where were we? Oh right, answer my question, Toots.”

‘He really enjoys giving nicknames… Anyway, I guess I have nothing to lose.’

“Well.. I thought you were kinda.. cute?” She couldn’t help but looked down at her hands and blushed. She felt bad for feeling like this because of a sociopath. But he was really sweet to her, ya know?

She could feel like.. herself with him. Everybody always expected her to be perfect. She was so tired of this.  She was only a human being.

He smirked still gazing at the road.. “Don’t cha too sweet for me, Baby?”


“What do you mean she left with him?!”

“Look, Jim, I couldn’t stop them. I already told you, she just left.. like that. She didn’t even protest.”

Jim made a weird face at her words so she added “That’s probably because she was too scared..”

Inside she knew she was wrong. [Y/N] looked shocked, then shy but definitely not scared. Lee had no idea what to think.

“We need to find her. We need to find them.


[Y/N] sat on a table where Jerome was lying 3 hours ago, when Dwight was trying to bring him back from the dead. She was looking at Jerome’s back for 5 minutes as he moaned in pain. He was “putting” his face back on and he was almost finished. [Y/N] felt bad for him, she didn’t like him being in pain. He was handsome in her opinion when he had no face, so she was 1000%  sure he’d be still handsome with staples.

Finally he finished his work and looked at Dwight.

“So, how’s the look?”

Dwight was really nervous. He was praying Jerome’s not mad but he noticed that [Y/N] was. 

“It looks good..” He wasn’t very persuasive, was he?

“You wouldn’t.. lie to me.. Right, Dwight?”

He shook his head. “N-no. I-it looks good.” Jerome was smiling the whole time. 

He looked like an angel in [Y/N]’s eyes.

Jerome noticed a gentle smile on her face and returned it.

“Now Dwight, would you stand over there? Me and Sweet Cheeks need to talk about something.” Dwight nodded quickly and almost ran to the place Jerome pointed out.

Jerome and [Y/N] moved aside and he explained, what he wanted to do. He wanted to leave a message for Gotham.

[Y/N] couldn’t be more excited.


“Testing, testing… Are we live? Are we on air?”

In the background you were able see Dwight, tied up to incendiary bombs.

“C’mere, Gorgeous, no need to be shy, you’re too pretty for that.”

She skipped to Jerome. “Hiya everyone!” She waved, giggled and kissed Jerome on the cheek. She was way more confident by now, thanks to her Puddin telling her not to worry.

“Some of you may know I died. Take it from me - death is dull! But coming back… that is something. Leave it to dying to give you a whole new perspective on life and I would like to share that with you.” He looked over at [Y/N] and blew her a kiss.

“Tonight, Gotham - in the darkness - there are no rules! So tonight, Gotham, do what you want, kill who you want. And when morning comes you too shall be reborn!” He took [Y/N]’s hand and fired an explosive.

“And, uh..”

“Dwight..”

“.. I don’t forgive you for my face.”

They started laughing like maniacs. ([Y/N]’s favourite kind of laugh) And left. Just like that. Again.



On daily basis, [Y/N] would feel bad. It wasn’t normal anymore, but on the other hand, she couldn’t be more happy to be with Jerome. They were in love! It felt like magic.

Like he was a Clyde to her, and she was a Bonnie to him!


You may wonder, why all of this had to happen?

I guess we will never really know. Maybe it happened because she was too tired of being a perfect child?

Too tired of having straight A’s?

Or too tired of rules?

Or maybe tired of always having to speak with respect?

She was too tired of one thing, she always had to be.

 She was tired of being Daddy’s Little Doctor.

Each time I watch the Guardians (and Ravager-Guardians aka Yondu and Kraglin) interact with Baby Groot during serious situations, I just love to headcanon that the Ravager used to treat Peter in a similar way when he was a child, especially Yondu.

I mean, like – a fight is going on? Somebody puts Peter in a spot where he can see the fight and they can keep an eye on him, but where he isn’t in the middle of a crossfire.

“’kay, Pete, ye stay ‘ere and we get rid of the a-holes over there.”

“Okay.”

“And put yer music on really loud, ‘kay?”

“Yup!”

And Peter sits in his hiding spot, humming along to his music while he presses his earphones tightly against his ears. He has promised not to look so he doesn’t, and that’s a good thing, because the Ravagers are especially quick and brutal about their “work” when they know that there’s a child that could be discovered and dragged into this mess at any point of time. Only when they are sure that there’s nothing moving anymore do they go and pick up Peter again, making sure that he’s tucked tightly against one of them so he doesn’t have to see the slaughter.

Because for all their roughness, many of the Ravagers have got to know death and horror too early in their lives, and if they can spare a child for a while, they will do so. Peter will have to deal with this early enough.

 

Or when they prepare to fly away, probably for a quick escape:

“Move yer asses, you lazy bitches – Quill, seatbelt, now!”

“But…!”

“Seatbelt, boy, or I chuck ya out the airlock!”

“Do as Capt’n says, buddy, we gonna jump now.”

 

Or when they are in the middle of a quick brawl, Peter old enough now to be able to watch, and one of the nicer Ravagers catches his gaze and gives a tiny wave over to the child while grinning brightly, although he has already been hurt in the fight.

They also make sure that Peter is close to them, now that he’s older, which means that he either hides behind Yondu during the fight, or tucked closely to the side of one of the sharpshooters (mainly Kraglin) or gets carried by someone during all of it.

And when coming back from a mission and they make a quick survey if everyone is there, Peter is called out first – “Where’s the Terran, guys?” – and Peter learns to answer “HERE!” really quick and loud because if he doesn’t and they don’t see him immediately, hell breaks loose, Yondu starts bellowing orders and everyone freaks out cause holy shit we lost the kid, Capt’n is gonna kill us.

Just… the Ravager knowing that they can’t treat a child like they would one of them, no matter if they want to make them useful, and thus holding back a bit with the kid until he is older.

Chapter 67 in Baz's POV (shitpost version)
  • Simon: What I'm saying is... I like to look at you.
  • Baz's mind: asdfghjksdb what
  • Simon: I like this, all of this that we've been doing
  • Baz's mind: bAZ HES TALKINH ABT THE G A Y
  • Baz: .......
  • Simon: I like you
  • Baz's mind: KAHNSKSVDHSJSHAJ
  • Simon: And I don't even care that you don't like me, I'm used to it.
  • Baz's mind: kahsbja bitch WHAT??!!????? Are u???? Talkin bout???????!!!?!!?? I FUCKIN LOVE YOU SNOW KSHSJSJDBS
  • Simon: I like you, Baz. I like this. I like helping you. I like knowing that you're okay. When you didn't come to school this autumn, when you were missing....I thought I was going to lose my mind.
  • Baz's mind: BAz thaAT WAS so fuCkIng gay TELL HIM IT WAS FUCKING GAY!!!?!?????
  • Baz: you thought I was plotting against you.
  • Baz's mind: no you're supposed to call him gay and then kiss him dO YOU KNOW NOTHING BASIL
  • Simon: ya. and i missed u
  • Baz's mind: THAT IS?????ALSO GAY?????
  • Baz: theres something wrong with you
  • Baz's mind: nah man he's just fUCKIN GAY WHAT ARE??? YOU WAITING FOR BAZ?????
  • Simon: I know. But I still want this, if you let me have it.
  • Baz's mind: ??????? Want wat
  • Baz: wat is this snow
  • Simon: This. I want to be your boyfriend. Your terrible boyfriend.
  • Baz's mind: ?????????!!?!!?!! Aiajvsbsjsns. HOLY SHIT JABSJAOAHSVBAJW DID HE JUST-
  • Baz's mind: oh fuck foods here gOTTA BLAST
  • time skip~~~
  • Baz: snow ur an idiot
  • Baz's mind: yes Baz he is but so are you teLL HIM YES YOU WANNA GO OUT WITH HIM
  • Baz: uh
  • Baz: but you can have
  • Baz: this
  • Baz: if you want it
  • Baz's mind: good job Baz you are now boyfriedns
  • Baz's mind: also ur really bad at this oh my g od

anonymous asked:

Hello! I love your artwork so much! I was wondering if you could draw young punk Rick with Stan as his groupie? Or apart of the band too? Thank you in advanced if you do! <3

if you wanted hot young stanchez instead of these midlife crisis schmucks… sorry, i don’t know what to tell ya

Proposition

Originally posted by boredoutofmymindwriting

2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: Jensen tries to convince the reader to be his pretend girlfriend.

Prompt: "You’ve given up being sexy a long time ago haven’t you?“

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,266

Requested by: @starswirlblitz


Work today was fucking torture. It was too long, too boring and filled with too many morons. You can only fake being nice for so long, it’s exhausting.

Trying to get into a more relaxed head space, you decide to pamper yourself a bit. You down a much needed glass of wine then take a soothing bubble bath. Soon after you throw on a black mud mask that clarifies, it’s weird looking but it works awesome.

Deciding to give yourself a pedicure, you pick out a dark red nail polish and get yourself settled on the couch. Finally feeling a little more relaxed, you breathe a happy sigh for the peace and quiet.

“Y/N!”

Son of a bitch.

Keep reading

❝ ░ INDIANA JONES; STARTER SENTENCES.

  • ❛ You’re not the man I knew ten years ago. ❜
  • ❛ It’s not the years, honey, it’s the mileage. ❜
  • ❛ What a fitting end to your life’s pursuits. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t know, I’m making this up as I go! ❜
  • ❛ You want to talk to God? Let’s go see him together, I’ve got nothing better to do. ❜
  • ❛ Come on! Show a little backbone, will ya! ❜
  • ❛ Snakes. Why’d it have to be snakes? ❜
  • ❛ You can’t do this to me, I’m an American.
  • ❛ I can only say ‘I’m sorry’ so many times. ❜
  • ❛ I oughta kill you right now. ❜
  • ❛ Not a very private place for a murder. ❜
  • ❛ Didn’t any of you guys ever go to Sunday school? ❜
  • ❛ Let us hurry. There is nothing to fear here. ❜
  • ❛ Well, _____, at least you haven’t forgotten how to show a lady a good time. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve learned to hate you in the last ten years! ❜
  • ❛ We never seem to get a break, do we? ❜
  • ❛ Oh, my friends! I’m so pleased you’re not dead! ❜
  • ❛ Please, sit down before you fall down. ❜
  • ❛ Now… what shall we talk about? ❜
  • ❛ It’s a transmitter, a radio for speaking to God. ❜
  • ❛ Your persistence surprises even me. You’re going to give mercenaries a bad name. ❜
  • ❛ Look at this. It’s worthless - ten dollars from a vendor in the street. But I take it, I bury it in the sand for a thousand years, it becomes priceless. ❜
  • ❛ Hey, what happened? You don’t look very happy. ❜
  • ❛ Shoot them. Shoot them both. ❜
  • ❛ If they knew we were here, they would have killed us already. ❜
  • ❛ Wow! Holy Smoke! Crash landing! ❜
  • ❛ Hold on to your potatoes! ❜
  • ❛ What kind of a name is that? Is it short for something? ❜
  • ❛ Nothing shocks me. I’m a scientist. ❜
  • ❛ Are you trying to develop a sense of humor or am I going deaf? ❜
  • ❛ You’re gonna get killed chasing after your damn fortune and glory! ❜
  • ❛ I keep telling you, you listen to me more, you live longer! ❜
  • ❛ I hate the water… and I hate being wet… and I hate you!
  • ❛ What a vivid imagination. ❜
  • ❛ You know how to fly, don’t you? ❜
  • ❛ Ah, dessert! Chilled monkey brains. ❜
  • ❛ There are two dead people in here! ❜
  • ❛ It’s okay, kid. It’s me. ❜
  • ❛ I had bugs for lunch. ❜
  • ❛ I burned by fingers and I cracked a nail! ❜
  • ❛ So what are you supposed to be, a lion tamer? ❜
  • ❛ I’m allowing you to tag along. So why don’t you give your mouth a rest. Okay doll? ❜
  • ❛ Ooh, what big birds! ❜
  • ❛ You lost today, kid. But that doesn’t mean you have to like it. ❜
  • ❛ He chose… poorly. ❜
  • ❛ I’m like a bad penny, I always turn up. ❜
  • ❛ Our situation has not improved. ❜
  • ❛ Is there anyone here who speaks English? Or maybe even ancient Greek? ❜
  • ❛ And in this sort of race, there’s no silver medal for finishing second. ❜
  • ❛ How dare you kiss me. ❜
  • ❛ Dance on your own time, will you? ❜
  • ❛ Unshackle me. I’ll give you a big hug. ❜
  • ❛ You know, for an old man you ain’t bad in a fight. ❜
  • ❛ One of the scorpions just stung me! Am I gonna die? ❜
  • ❛ Good thing we’re not grave robbers. ❜
  • ❛ I took Spanish. I didn’t understand a word of that. What was it? ❜
  • ❛ How much of human life is lost in waiting? ❜
something to ponder:

Dean decides it’s time to get Cas a girl.

Castiel, being the “all-powerful-yet-extremely-socially-awkward” being he is, has no fucking clue how to interact with chicks. At least, that’s what Dean tells himself. Why else wouldn’t he have gotten laid by now (besides by creepy bitch reapers)?

He expresses these thoughts to the angel, who says nothing in return. He just continues staring at a wall like it’s the most goddamn interesting thing on the planet.

“C'mon man. You gotta be interested in someone,” the man sighs.

That seems to get a reaction out of Castiel. He turns his head to look at Dean, expression unreadable.

Dean takes that as a win.

“Ah, there we go! I knew you had it in ya,” he grins. “So do something about it.”

Castiel’s head lowers and- wait, is he blushing?

“I… don’t know how.”

“Well that’s easy. You’re talking to the pickup line king,” Dean replies ecstatically, raising his arms above his head for effect. “I’ll teach you.”

Castiel looks at Dean again, eyes wide. Dean ushers him to stand up from the bunker library chair and stand in front of him.

“Okay okay, just… pretend that I’m the person you’re interested in. Say something.”

“I love you,” Cas says, staring Dean seriously in the eyes.

He scoffs. “Woah there cowboy, I think you might want to wait awhile before you use that one.”

“But I’ve known you for 8 years already. Is that not long enough?” Castiel asks, frowning slightly and tilting his head to the side.

I Won’t Say (Jughead x Reader)

-Summary: Jughead won’t admit that he’s in love with you, even though everyone can see it.

- Pair: Jughead Jones x Reader

-Request? Yep.

-Word Count: 659

-Warnings: none

-A/N: Sorry If it isn’t really exciting, tried my best lol. Enjoy!

-Tags: @multiversegalaxygirl

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PART 2

——-

JUGHEADS POV

I sat at Pop’s diner in my usual booth, drinking a milkshake as I typed away at my laptop. When I heard someone sit down in front of me, I looked up for a second, and saw that it was Archie.

Although I was kind of disappointed it wasn’t Y/N, I greeted the red haired boy with a, “Hey,” and continued typing.

“So when are you gonna admit that you’re totally in love with Y/N?” I heard Archie ask.

I rolled my eyes and replied, “I’m not in love with her, we’re friends, and she’s helping me with Jason’s case.”

I was about to continue typing when Archie said, “You’re so full of shit.”

I closed my eyes took in a deep breath and shut my laptop, giving Archie my full attention as I couldn’t concentrate on writing anything at the moment, “And what makes you think that?”

He smirked, “Well for one, whenever you aren’t on that thing, you’re with her,” I give him a blank stare, but he continues, “You practically stare at her all the time, you’re the only one who laughs at her terrible puns, she’s the only one you’ll share food with and not to mention, when she smiles it looks like you’re about to explode with sunshine and rainbows. Which never happens. Ever.”

He’s right, but as if I’m gonna admit that; and as much as he’s right, I honestly see no point in admitting anything if it will just ruin my friendship with her. She can’t possibly reciprocate the feelings, as if she would. I’d just rather not get myself hurt. People need to get off my case.

I gave an amused smile at his words, “I’m not in love with her, and you know that I think relationships are stupid, one of us, or both, would get hurt in the end and it’s not worth taking that risk,” Archie laughed at that, “What’s so funny?”

“You’re so in denial, read my lips, you’re in love!” Archie said mockingly slow, “Say it!”

“Say what?” I looked up to see Y/N standing at the table smiling at me.

My heart skips a beat and I smiled a little, “Nothing, just Archie being stupid as usual.”

She laughed and slides in next to me in the booth, “Isn’t he always being stupid to you?”

I smiled and looked to Archie and saw him shaking his head at me with a knowing smile, “Yeah, pretty much,” I replied.

Archie spoke up, “Well, I have some music writing to do, so I’m gonna go do that and leave you two alone, see ya’,” He said and got up and left.

Y/N looked after him, eyebrow raised in confusion, “That was weird.”

“He’s always weird.”

She rolled her eyes at me, “Mhm,” she changed the subject, “So what was he trying to get you to say before I arrived?”

I panicked a little bit, “Uh, just something stupid, doesn’t matter.”

She looked at me suspiciously but didn’t question it, “Alright, um anyways, I came to ask you, um,” she hesitated a little bit, but recovered, smiling, “Would you like to come to the dance with me?”

I blinked a couple of times out of surprise, but before I could give a reply she said, “Sorry, you don’t have to say yes, just thought I’d ask cause I don’t know if I would go with anyone else.”

I shook my head, “Of course I’ll go with you, why would I say no?”

She smiled and gave me a hug, I hugged her back, “Well, I’ll leave you to your writing,” she said, about to get up.

I grabbed her hand to stop her, “You can stay, I don’t mind.”

I saw her look down at our hands and I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, she looked back up and smiled, “Okay.”

I still won’t say it out loud, but damn am I in love with her.

Now You Do

2,500 Followers Drabble

Prompt: “Why does my mom think you’re pregnant?”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Requested by: @avasmommy224


“No. No. No.” Jensen’s breathing becomes heavy and ragged as his hands begin to shake. He squints his eyes rereading the panic inducing text on his iPhone. This can’t be happening to him.

Abandoning any and all sense of calm, Jensen flies out of his place and bolts down three flights of stairs to your door. Thank fucking god you both live in the same apartment building. There’s absolutely no way he’d be able to operate a motor vehicle right now.

Jensen strongly attempts to relax his body and mind, he needs to be smart about this. Maybe this is just a big fucking misunderstanding. Maybe his hope for the future isn’t shot to all hell. And maybe, just maybe his heart isn’t officially crushed beyond repair.

“Jensen? Hey…what’s up?” He suddenly freezes, registering that you’re now standing in front of him. How the hell did that happen? He doesn’t even remember knocking on your door. Shit.

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So Minecraft..

How many of you lovely sugar cookies play it?

Edit: I guess some of you should be made aware that I was talking to my followers only and was seeing if anyone wanted to join me on the PC version. I’m well aware of how many people play it, it was just a way to hang with my followers. XD

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present for your viewing pleasure:

Why does this exist?  Well sit down my buddy friend chum pally pals and I’ll tell ya!  I’ve been doing Zootopia voice-dub work over the last few months and thought to myself “I wonder if anyone has thought of pairing The Bloodhound Gangs’ ‘The Bad Touch’ with Zootopia?”  The beautiful image of Nick Wilde singing “you and me baby ain’t nothing but mammals” whirled around like spicy dancing tigers in my mind’s eye, and thus I began piecing together this pet project of mine over the last two weeks!

And with that, my homelike-breadslice dawgs, I leave you with this labor of love; let me know if there are other songs you’d like to see the Zootopia/other movie casts sing for ya!

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Title:Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

“Alright, so we know that getting outta here is not going to be that easy. Or as easy as the first time.” Dean grumbled as he shut the car’s door close.

“So it seems- uh thank you Clint!” Sam gave the driver a smile but he only frowned at him.

“Uh Clif? You know what guys? Just stay off drinking for a little while yeah? And Jensen, why don’t you tell your wife to make you like a warm tea or something? Your voice is starting to turn into Dean’s and it’s kinda creepy.” Clif gave Dean a tight smile.

Dean frowned, feeling a little offended for a moment but just as he was about to speak Sam did for him “Uh yeah sure thing, thanks for the drive Clif.” he gave him a tight smile and the man nodded his head.

“Of course. Goodnight guys.” he waved at them and Sam waved back.

“What the hell’s wrong with my voice?” Dean exclaimed, his voice raising an octave and Sam only rolled his eyes “My voice is absolutely fine! It’s that freaking Jensen’s voice that must be weird! Just like his name.” he scoffed, making a face and rolling his eyes.

“Yeah right, sure. Let’s go inside now before it starts raining on us.” Sam huffed a laugh, stuffing his hands in his jacket.

“Yeah right, well smart call to come here Padaleski.” Dean said with a smirk and Sam frowned.

“Uh Lecki. I’m pretty sure it’s Lecki.”

“Yeah whatever Polish boy. As long as I won’t have to watch you and fake-Ruby stuff faces.” Dean made a disgusted face and Sam huffed, giving him a bitch-face.

“I mean hey Sammy, what do ya think (Y/n/n) would think about it?” Dean gave him a side look and Sam rolled his eyes.

“Nothing because she knows very well how I feel about her. I love her and only her. Besides, this place, those guys it’s not us ok? So no there shouldn’t even be a need to worry.”

“Sure.” Dean nodded his head, fetching the keys he had stolen earlier from Jensen’s trailer but still avoided eye contact with his brother “Just save me the cheesy details man, I liked my burger a couple hours ago.” he laughed him off but Sam just sighed.

“Yeah well, it is not going to be my favorite thing to see you stuff your face with whoever your wife is.” Sam said in a teasing tone and Dean chuckled, a triumphant grin on his face when he managed to find the right key.

“You think she’s gonna be hot?” he asked Sam with a smirk and the younger Winchester shrugged.

“Well, if this Jensen guy is anything like you then- I guess.” he shrugged and Dean scoffed.

“I doubt it. Did you see that dude’s car? I mean come on now!” he exclaimed a little too loudly, his voice echoing inside the house.

“Hm well, you’ve got a pretty nice house that is for sure. Looks really home-y.” Sam commented as they both took a look around.

“Yeah, it’s nice.” Dean almost whispered and Sam merely nodded his head as he took in the sight.

“It’s ike-” he breathed out a laugh “It’s like they let (Y/n) decorate it or something. She’s told me so many times about how she’s imagined her house and it’s- pretty much like this.” Sam motioned around him.

“Of course she would.” Dean breathed out a chuckle, a fond smile on his face. One that as soon as he noticed matched that of his brother’s he wiped off.

“Alright-” he cleared his throat, trying not to get too carried away “-let’ not get carried away. We first need to-”

“Honey?” a voice cut him off, though, before he could say more and both brothers stiffened “Is that you?” it was heard again, this time coming closer and Dean shared a look with Sam.

“Time to find out I guess.” he said with a small nervous smile before steadying himself.

“Uh yeah it’s me. Jensen. Not- not somebody else, like Dean or- yeah, nope.” he tried but failed to give a nice response and Sam rolled his eyes.

“Real smooth Jensen.” Sam smirked at him and Dean merely glared at the taller man.

“Baby?” the voice was heard again, closer this time and for the first time did Sam and Dean frown at how… familiar it sounded.

“Oh there you are.” a wide grin broke on your lips as you came into view but Sam’s small smile completely vanished. Especially as you walked towards his brother and grabbed him by his jacket and… pressed your lips to his. At that moment Sam felt his heart ache more than ever before inside his chest and… as wrong as that was Dean felt his own heart swell inside his own chest.

“How was work? Hope you two didn’t have all the fun on set without me huh?” you gave him a grin, giggling as he gaped at you like a fish out of water.

“Hey Jared, how are you? How’s Gen? I didn’t have time to see her this week. In between the new album, the shooting and everything else I hadn’t had time to talk with her.” you said with all too familiar warm smile that this time didn’t make Sam smile, because your arms wrapped around Dean’s shoulders felt almost like a stab to the heart.

“Uh she’s- she’s fine.” he choked out, giving you a weak smile.

“I’m glad.” you nodded your head and in a second your eyes were back on Dean’s face who had suddenly forgotten how to breathe.

“Hey you-” you said in a lower voice, leaning in closer to him to the point he thought you’d be able to feel how his heart was going crazy inside his chest “-your mother came to take Justice, she was really happy that she’ll spend the weekend with her grandparents. You know what that means though, right?” you smirked at him, and Dean gave you a weak nod.

You chuckled, pressing your lips to his and he had to practically keep himself from melting into it. He struggled to keep himself from closing his eyes and just wrapping his arms around you, pressing you as close to himself as possible and never letting go of you. And gosh was it wrong to want, much less actually consider it.

You pulled away and had a soft smile on your lips. You nuzzled your nose with his and Dean was sure he let out a small sound that couldn’t be described as human. You smiled softly at him, the same shy smile you had given to him all that time ago when you first met.

A day he still remembered, because he was the first one you’d met. And only much later, a week later, did Sam come in view and he saw the two of you fall head over heels in love with each other. And all he did was be happy for the two of you, no matter how much it hurt him.

But he saw the shy smile turn into a smirk, the seductive kind you’d give to Sam and minutes later he’d excuse himself and follow you. And Dean would only leave the bunker for hours, not wanting to hear the two of you’s happy sounds. There was only so much he could take. This time though you gave that smirk to him, and it was him you leaned closer to.

“And I’ve got something I think you’ll love to see me in.” you whispered and Dean practically jumped, his eyes going wider (if it was possible) and a squeak left his lips when you… slapped his ass.

You winked at him, giggling before you pulled slightly away “Hey, J are you going to stay for dinner?” you asked him with that soft but only friendly smile that Dean was so used to.

Sam wanted to speak, to say something, anything but he only gave you a weak nod. You smiled warmly and nodded your head at him “I’ll serve some for you too then! And you-” you turned to Dean “-why don’t you come give me a hand huh?” you winked at him and Dean swallowed thickly, nodding his head with a somewhat terified look on his face but still a giddy feeling inside his chest.

“S-sure, I’ll be there in a while.” he stuttered because he could really understand what you meant.

“Great then.” you giggled, kissing his lips once more and Dean for a second took in a deep breath unable to believe how your scent was the same.

You rubbed his cheek before pulling away from him and turning you walked past Sam, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder – one Dean knew all too well again – and leaving them alone for a moment.

Dean took in a shaky breath, once you were completely gone his eyes moved to lock with his brother’s and as much as he wanted to play it off he knew he couldn’t. Not when he saw the hurt but somewhat angry look on Sam’s eyes. His clenched jaw and puffed out chest, something that only showed his pain.

He tried to give him a smile but it only showed his nervousness. So instead Dean just cleared his throat.

“Well, talking about awkward huh?”

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A/N: My fave one so far, and one that could have great potential if turned into a full fic! Angsty, yes, but I love it! I was between this and ‘In a world of our own’ which I will write for a different French Mistake story!

Krasivaya-Chapter 14

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression, Anxiety. Violence.

 Under  18s Avert your eyes, this is pure sin. 

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Our love is shown through our actions.

Even when they act like self-sacrificing idiots.

I mean, Inuyasha’s all like, “Until I met Kagome I never trusted a soul in this bleak world of murderous bigots, but I’m not supposed to be happy and it’s unfair to Kagome, so I gotta let her go,” even though it was established Inuyasha GETS HIS STRENGTH FROM HAVING KAGOME BY YOUR SIDE YA DINGUS, HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING?!

He seriously says he’s not supposed to know joy (in Japanese, dunno about other dubs). Inuyasha actually chose to repay a debt (Kikyo) over happiness (Kagome). I know Kikyo’s death is recent for him since he just woke up, but I swear his abandonment issue is messing with his life choices.

Or survivor’s guilt? The world may never know. What we do know is sometimes that boy thinks things through as much as a hyperactive puppy.

A stray puppy, in fact. He grew up in his mom’s fancy house until he was orphaned and then forced to live in the wild…OK, I made myself sad.

And then Kagome’s like, “It’s impossible for me to come into Inuyasha’s heart. Still, I can’t forget him, so I’ll stay by his side and put myself through constant peril because I want him to be happy,” even though his daily actions indicate he’s fallen head over heels for Kagome GODDAMMIT GIRL YOU NEED TO COMMUNICATE WITH YOUR DOG-MAN!

GET HIM ON A FUCKING COUCH AND LET HIM EXPERIENCE A THERAPY SESSION OF THE CENTURY BECAUSE THAT BOY NEEDS TO LEARN ABOUT HEALTHY LIFE CHOICES! MAKE HIM SHUT UP AND BE HAPPY –

– sorry, I’ve been re-watching old episodes. Found my VHS recordings…from way back in 2000…when I was living in Japan. I’m old.

A wise decision, Shippo.

Those stubborn fools put us on a wild roller coaster of emotions. *Sigh* But I guess their consideration for the other is what makes them good partners. And partnership is important in a relationship. They bicker but they accept everything about the other like the partners they are.

Kagome is more about treating his physical and mental injuries, while Inuyasha is usually about active protection and behaving like a watchdog, but I love it when they switch roles. No matter what, she’s got his back and he’s got hers.

Which is why I believe Kagome would totally entrust her soul to Inuyasha. Sooo romantic.

Originally posted by oni-girrl

Fighting evil by moonlight. Winning love by daylight. Never running from a real fight. She is the one named… Oh shit, wrong anime.