now dont even ask me why i made this

anonymous asked:

you can pretend that girls are not sexist and catty with other females all you want. here you are a grown woman in a fandom full of straight teenage girls who care so much about some mediocre white man because he's good looking, and get jealous when some other girl gets a twitter reply from him. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ahahahahasdkfsldfkjsdf. i dont even have a fandom twitter, no one i talk to in this fandom is straight, and i havent so much as glanced at a cis man in like two years so uhhhhh … fuck off dude? youre blatantly stereotyping me and all other ‘fangirls’ right now and then accusing me of sexism? u serious? 

(won’t deny theyre largely mediocre white men though djfksdflsd)

Please Dont Leave Me • Kara Danvers

Three dates in a row were cut off by superhero duties. Six mornings I woke up alone. But the braking point was when a villain attacked a heavily populated place. She knew I was there and prioritized me over everyone else. People could’ve been hurt and I cannot let myself get in the way.

We have always been so close and I’ve always admired how dedicated she is but I am in the way. She went straight towards me to fly me away when there was danger and as sweet as it was, it was dangerous. So I’ve decided to distance myself, give her space. Now she wont be distracted by me.

Kara’s (POV)

“For the past month (y/n) has been so different, I’m worried!” I explain my current predicament to my sister, “She is always busy, we never go on dates anymore and I barely see her. I just dont understand what I did wrong!”

“I dont think its like that, Kara….” She replies looking at me worried.

“Well, what could it be then” I ask feeling like she knows something I dont.

“A month ago in the mall, she sees herself as a distraction and she doesn’t want people to get hurt because of her. She made me promise not to tell you but now you’ve been even more distracted worrying about her, I’m sorry.”

Next thing I knew I was running up to the apartments roof and taking off to her building and now I find myself knocking frantically on (y/n)’s door. As soon as she opened the door I started rambling.

“I understand why you were worried and thought you were a distraction but you’re not. I love you more than anything in the universe, you are the most important person in my life and I cant imagine being the same without you. Please dont leave me.” I quickly spout in sheer panic

“I didn’t mean to hurt you…. I just didn’t know what to do, I’m sorry,” (y/n) says and I realize we are both crying as I pull her into a tight hug.

“Being Supergirl just isn’t the same without you” I whisper into our hug, glad to have her back in  my arms.

Originally posted by sweetcoffeelips

confessions (Cheryl Blossom x Reader)

(i dont own riverdale or the characters)


Reader gets drunk and admits her feelings for cheryl.
warnings: cursing, drinking, kissing i guess.
word count: 1.425
(Y/N) = your name


(GIF not mine)

Originally posted by qiurky

“(Y/N)!” Cheryl called out, you turned around to see the red-haired girl, your best friend, standing about five meters from you.
She had a concerned look on her face as she said “i think you need to get to bed, you’re like… really drunk!”
You walked towards her and laughed, “I think i might be!” you said “will you follow me up there?” she smiled “of course”
When you got to her room you sat on her bed, she closed the door and sat beside you, “do you think you can sleep?” she asked “maybe” you said.
She looked so beautiful tonight, with her tight, black dress, and her red hair falling upon her shoulders.
You had been in love with her for a while now, but you hadn’t told her because you didn’t want to risk your friendship. But, god she was amazing! Her signature red lipstick made her full lips look even more attracting.
“Can you keep a secret?” you whispered, “uhm… yes?” she said questionable. okay, here goes everything “i like GIRLS” you whispered loudly “AND boys”. She looked at you “why didn’t you tell me before     (Y/N/N)?” she looked hurt “you’re my best friend” you looked at her with big eyes, “you wanna hear another secret?” you asked her. “I dont know (Y/N), do i?” she was hurt enough you hadn’t told her you were bi, she wasn’t sure she wanted anymore secrets. You told her anyways, with som hiccups here and there, “so there is actually this one person who i’m crushing on!” you looked excited “its a GIRL!” she looked at you, “seriusly, why haven’t you told me this before!?” you ignored her question, “there is one more secret” you said “its you”
she looked confused “what?” she asked “what is me?” you looked at her as if she was dumb “you’re the one i’m crushing on!” you thought about it “well maybe im more like… in love *hick* with you, actually!”
she looked at you with a look you couldn’t really tell what ment, then she said “if you tell me this while you are sober, i might believe you”

The next day you woke up in your best friends bed, you couldn’t remember anything from yesterday. well, the last thing you remembered was Veronica telling you to be careful with the drinking.
you looked around and spotted you ginger friend sitting at her desk, “goodmorning” you said, she looked at you, smiled an awkward smile, and then quickly looked into her mirror again.
hmm, that was wierd, usually when you had slept over she talked a lot in the morning.
you didn’t think further of it, and you got up and got to the bathroom. god, your head was aching, you must have had a little to much to drink last night!
when you got back to Cheryls room you began to get dressed, “drive me home?” you asked her, she just nodded. she must be tired from yesterdays party you thought.
when you got to the car she asked you “do you remember anything from last night?” you thought, “to be honest, no.” you said “i think i had a little to much of that beer!” you laughed, but your friend didn’t. you looked concerned at her “did i… do something?” you asked, sometimes when you were drunk you did, or said, some stupid things. “if you dont remember, i dont think it matters!” she said. you sat and wondered what on earth you could have said, but you really, really could not remember! Cheryl was distant the whole way to your home, when you got there she just quickly said goodbye, she didn’t even hug you.

the whole sunday you wonder what it was thet you had said or done to make your best friend this… well, upset. you came to the conclusion that you would ask your other friends, Veronica and Betty, tomorrow at school.
you really hoped they knew what it was, you really loved Cheryl, you didn’t want to loose her because of some drunken shit you had done. you wanted Cheryl to be happy, it didn’t matter if she was your best friend or your girlfriend. of course you would rather she was you girlfriend, but she didn’t think of you that way! did she? no, she was your best friend and nothing more, you convinced yourself.

It was finally monday, and you could get to ask Betty and Veronica about the Cheryl-situration.
You hadn’t wanted to ask them over the phone so you had waited until you saw them at school.
before you asked them you wanted to see if Cheryl was acting normal again, so when you caught sight of her you walked over to her side. “hey there” you said with a smile, she looked almost afraid, what the hell had you done that was this bad!? “hey, i’ve got to, uhh, get to biology” she said fast and almost ran away. to be honest, you were kid of hurt. why couldn’t she just tell you the matter and you could fix it?
“Hey girl!” it was Veronicas voice, she you turned around and saw Betty and Veronica standing side by side. “hey you two” you said and smiled, “uhm, i actually wanted to ask you something” they looked at each other, then at you “of course” said Betty “what is it? is something wrong?” “No, well, kind of, i done really know” you said, they both looked kind of confused, “you remember the party at Cheryls?” you asked them,  “yeah, of course” said Veronica “what about it?” you looked at them with a concerned look, “well ever since it, Cheryl has been acting weird” you said “i dont remember anything so i dont know what i possibly could have done” you said in a frustrated voice. Betty looked at you with her big blue eyes “been acting weird, how?” she asked, “well she has basically been ignoring me!” you said “can you think of something that i did that might have offended her in any way?” they looked at each other then V said “i can’t really think of anything” she thought “Cheryl took you to her room because you were really drunk” Betty also thought “maybe you said or did something while you too were up there?”
now it al began too make sense, you started to remember everything, your secrets, your confessions, everything you had said, and everything she had said “oh no” you said “no, nonono", B and V looked confused “what? they asked “shit! oh fuck!” they got more and more confused “ugh! i hate drunk me” you said angrily. both the girls asked what you were talking about, but all that was on you mind was finding Cheryl, “im sorry i have got to find Cher! i told her something. something i didn’t mean to tell her” at least not like that, you thought to yourself as you hurried though the hallway trying to find Cheryl.
you spotted her standing by her locker, you grabbed her arm and pulled her outside. “Cheryl, i am so, so sorry!” you said “i remember it now, everything!” she looked at you “you do? the, uhh, confession, or what should i call it?” she wanted to make sure you were talking about the same thing. “yes, the whole… confession” she looked kind of relived, but also scared of what you might say next. “¨listen, Cher, i didn’t mean-“ “i know” she cut you off “you didn’t mean it, it was just some drunken nonsense” you looked at her “that was not what i was going to say” you said, she was confused “then what?” she asked, “i didn’t mean to tell you… in that way” she shook her head in confusion “im sorry, what are you saying?” you was so afraid right now “i have been in love with you for the last couple of months” you started “i didn’t tell you because i love our friendship, and i didn’t want to ruin it” you looked at her and she looked at me “i know you dont feel the sam-“ she cut you off once again, but this time, with a kiss.
her soft, maple red lips pressed against yours, and her hand gently cuffed your face.
you could have just stayed like that for ever, if it weren’t for the lack of oxygen.
when you pulled back she said “i love you too (Y/N), i love you too.”

ML + Pokemon Go


  • both marinette and adrien silently suffering as they wait for pokemon go to come out in europe
  • when they finally download it they never put down their phones
  • (alternative: alya finds a way to get the game beforehand and mari is absolutely overjoyed, they share their expertise with the entire class)
  • one day during an akuma attack chat suddenly starts groaning for no reason
  • “ugh what is it now chat”
  • “i was just thinking about all the things i could be doing on pokemon go right now if only i had my phone”
  • “…oh.”

and and and imagine

  • ladybug and chat decide to hang out together COUGH ON A DATE COUGH one time so they could play pokemon go in costume since they’re so much faster that way
  • “well. i guess you’re just out of luck then.”
  • “……….”
  • but really they have a great time and ladybug keeps getting the good pokemon because shes just that lucky and chat keeps getting pissed


  • “well. i guess im just that good huh?”
  • Adrien turns around in his seat and he’s like “oh yeah? bet you dont have as many pokemon as i do”
  • “uhhhhh well i uh well WHY DO YOU uh I MEAN WHY DONT YOU TAKE A LOOK??? AAHAHAHAHA”
  • *looks at marinette’s pokemon*
  • *completely matches with the pokemon ladybug got the other day*
  • *realization* *hands mari his phone*
  • “wow…. i dont even have a single, even slightly rare pokemon.”
  • “what ahah adrien? what do you mean—”
  • “….”
  • “…………”
  • “Oh.”
  • ……marinette girl you okay? whats going on? marinette?????
  • uhhhhh adrien. bro. earth to adrien. alya? alya, something’s wrong with adrien too
  • meanwhile marinette and adrien are sitting in their seats in complete shock and denial
  • voila. least dramatic reveal in the history of ml reveals

**disclaimer: i actually know nothing about pokemon and i cant even download pokemon go yet so there ya go. feel free to add on**

I got tagged, alright

Tagged by: @dopple-girl (check her out, see pretty neat!)

Rules: tag ten followers you want to get to know better

Name: Alexa

Nickname: Potatoe, Tato (only people online call me these)

Gender: Female

Star-sign: Libra

Height: I think 5’3”??.

Sexuality: Bi??? Straight??? Dont heccing know

Hogwarts House: I dont heccing know

Current Time: 4:24 PM (EDT)

Average Hours of Sleep: I dont even know, man

Cat or Dog person: I LOVE BOTH

Number of blankets: 1, but its hot as balls in my room so I dont use it

Dream trip: Somewhere peaceful

Dream Job: Dont know yet

When I made this blog: July of last year??? Cant remember

Followers: 44 as of now (where did yall come from?)

Why I made this blog: One of the youtubers I liked made a ask blog and I wanted to be part of the askers

Reason for url: For my Youtube account name, I wanted to have “Potato” as part of my name and my dumbass didnt know how to spell it so I legit looked it up and clicked “potatoes” but because it was in plural form, I thought the “e” was part of the word. I had the user, Short_Potatoe, for a while until it became a.smol.potatoe, then it just stuck with me

I chose to tag: @penzillathepup @zombiesmolkid @finnisbae22 @devosaurus-rex @porn-and-drawings-aesthetic @ohlalal @lofispirit @dailyterroriser @cxnfusedkid

idubbbz imagine part two

Ian breaks through his hazey dream with a sudden realization that he’s extremely warm, his eyes seek out the source of heat, finally landing on the source the events from the previous night flood back quickly. Your arm is over his chest, body pressed against his side, leg over his lap. you’re bundled in his clothes, and he finds your appearance appealing to say the least. Ian stretches a bit, and you stir beside him, Ian watches as your eyes flutter open… you look around the room calmly for a second, then at him. as all of the emotions, all of the memories, and all of the sensations gather up at once you catch a glimpse of the blue haze behind Ian. 9:45 am. you sit up instantly.

“oh God” you say stammering over Ian and off of the bed, you fall onto the floor and scan the ground for your clothes, theyre in a pile in the corner, soaked.

“fuck!” you yell, hands all over the desk, searching wildly for your keys, you remember setting them down at the door.

“what’s going on?” Ian asks, following you out, you hold up your keys.

“work” you say, running to the door.

“im uh, im late. i gotta go” you say, he looks surprised, and confused. you close the door. By the time you get home, change, and drive all the way to work youre an hour late, you offer to stay an extra hour after your shift technically ends, but your boss is lenient and amused that youre late. you are never late, you never let up on yourself either your boss notices how seriously you take your job. you’re pretty busy today, trying to make up for the hour you were gone, but your mind trails off every now and then, you cant help but be distracted by the images in your mind. The sensations are so fresh, the emotions are persistent on making your day a mess. you couldnt be too mad though, you were happy that everything panned out the way it did. the sudden burst of courage led you to a mesmerizing experience with someone important to you…

“excuse me?” you hear, distracted again, you try to push the thoughts from your mind, and focus on your work more. you push yourself and push yourself until you get a headrush. the lightheaded feeling hits you like a train and you find yourself outside on some picnic benches, staring at a tall cup of water and an apple. you cant think of eating anything else. you push through your work day and finally get to leave, you look out onto the familiar road and drive the way you do every day, back to your apartment. you throw your bag onto the couch, and plop down, taking a bit to relax.

“you home?” you hear at the door, you look up, Gwen stands there, smiling, holding a bag.

“i am” you say. “not sure if im alive though” you tell her.

“i have just the thing.” she says, walking in, kicking off her shoes as she shuts the door. Gwen moved in a while after you did, you became friends pretty quickly considering your track record with friends. you have alot in common, sense of humor, humbleness, style. Most importantly, the same taste in food. you watch as she pull sout two big bowls of take out mexican food.

“barbacoa with medium and pico de gallo” gwen hands you the food, taking out her own. your mouth is already watering just hearing those words.

“all I’ve had today is like a gallon of water, and an apple.” you say gwen shakes her head.

“thats not good for you” she says, gwen was gorgeous, curvy, long blonde hair, and the biggest blue green eyes youve ever seen. for some reason, she thinks your just as attractive.

“i didnt hear you come in last night” Gwen says, as she picks the remote up, and relaxes on the couch, everything from the previous night floods back to you.

“yea… i stayed over at Ians” you say quietly. you see gwen turn her entire body towards you, and sets the remote down without picking a show. you pick it up and click on some cooking show.

“really now?” Gwen says, you nod and shrug.

“no biggie right?” you say gwen laughs.

“come on, you’re frazzled, you’re telling me its just from work?” Gwen asks, you cant lie to her, and why should you? Gwen has always been accepting of you.

“we made out a little bit… i stopped it from going further, im not even sure he was into it. i dont know” you mutter out, you’ve been wanting to talk about it all day! now that you’ve got it out, the strenuous feeling in your chest is finally relaxing.

“wow! awesome good for you!” Gwen says “im sure he was into it how could he not be??” Gwen says, happy for you. you shrug.

“Ive known Ian since i was a pre-pubescent nightmare of a child… i dont see how he can see me in any other way” you tell gwen, the honestly of it hurts, putting it into words hurts a bit more.

“wel… how do you look at him?” Gwen asks, you blush instantly… Ian, he hasnt changed much, but at the same time… he has changed drastically.

“i… I’ve always preferred Ian. I feel like he’s changed alot, but at the same time, not at all he’s still the same Ian that would be nice to me when he came over to hang out with my brother… thats another thing, because I’ve known him so long it feels… corrupt” you admit. Gwen nods.

“well… i think maybe all it is… maybe you’ve changed” Gwen says, you look up, quizzical. Gwen nods.

“maybe its your perspective thats different now, you’re older, you see things differently.” Gwen says. you feel a bit selfish, you didnt even think about you being the obstacle. you sigh and nod, giving gwen a little smile. After you eat, and hang out for a while, gwen tell syou some stories about her and kevin, her boyfriend. after a while you both start to yawn, and decide you should turn in for the night. gwen went home, and you changed into your pajamas, staring at the clock in the dark. you sigh as it turns over to twelve thirty. he should be asleep now…you grab your phone and text Ian

“sorry i had to run this morning, had work, tough day talk soon?” you write, its pretty neutral, you set your phone on the nightstand and turn over, closing your eyes. your phone blares and you jump, the ringer is so loud! you scramble to grab it.

“h-hello?” you answer quickly.

“hey,  i was going to text you back but i am… messy. unboxing video, did i wake you?” Ian… you are suddenly shy, very shy.

“uh, no, not technically.” You answer, you hear a faucet turn on.

“liar, youre in bed arent you” he says, you huff a laugh.

“yes, but i wasnt sleeping” you say.

“what were you doing?” Ian asks, you stammer.

“well, i was texting you, i just-” you hear him laugh at your nervousness.

“alright alright, so i was thinking since you so rudely and abruptly deserted me, you could repay me by coming over tomorrow night with pizza” Ian suggests you feel your cheeks warm and know you’re blushing.

“are you going to be playing video games all night again” you ask trying to lighten the situation.

“no, it would be kind of rude to ignore you while we’re on a date” Ian responds. you feel your heart skip. you stammer to find words. ian gives off a chuckle.

“dont worry about the pizza, just be here around eight alright?” he says.

“uh… uh-huh” you manage. a little speechless.

“yea?” he asks, you clear your throat.

“youre not fucking with me are you?” you ask, wondering if its a cruel joke, you’ve always had a crush on Ian, so this just seems a little too good to be true.

“no, im not, honest. yea totally when you get here im just gonna be like “HA GOT EM!’ and some midgets are gonna come out and laugh at you… no, im not that much of an asshole.” Ian says, you laugh at the image and ian chuckles.

“alright go to bed now” Ian says, his way of saying goodbye.

“dont tell me what to do” you say.

“how dare you  question my authority” Ian says.

“i will kick your scrawny ass” you tease him

“scrawny! i am not scrawny! i just so happen to be a healthy adult thankyou very much” Ian defends himself.

“okay healthy adult, goodnight” you say, your voice softer now, soothing, sleepy.

“goodnight, ill see you tomorrow right?” Ian says, calmer as well.

“ill be there” you tell him. hearing the line click after a bit, you hang up and lay your phone on your pillow. you smile softly, happily as you fall asleep.

Everything youre choosing looks weird for some reason, the dresses are just, not you. too small, to bright, too…. too much. you sigh and fall back onto your bed.

“dont give up pessimist” Gwen coaches you. you look up at her and imagine a whistle hanging around her neck, a foam finger with your name and “#1 !!” written on it, a determined smile spread across her face.

“Im not a pessimist” you say, scooting up on the bed and relaxing, your hair is still wet from your shower. your second shower. gwen wanted to put make up on you but by the time she finished, you were horrified. you washed it all off. you sigh and try to think of the last time you were comfortable in a dress. probably the christmas party you were forced to go to, you wore a light blue dress with long sleeves, and you drank about six sweet peppermint drinks only to find out later, by the excessive vomiting, they had alcohol in them.

“thats it!” you say smiling, you dive head first into your closet and rummage through everything.

“i can wear a dress as long as it has sleeves! i have this nervous tick thing” you say to gwen

“ive seen you do it, you count to fives in your hand by squeezing your sleeves!” gwen says. you reach into your closet deeper and pull out a navy blue dress, its kind of short but it has sleeves that are perfect for tugging. you take off the uncomfortable dress and wiggle into the navy blue dress. looking in the mirror. it even fits perfectly. not too tight in the problem areas, and just perfect in all the right areas.

“you look great!” gwen says sitting on your bed. you grin, imagining her foam finger up in the air and her doing a touchdown dance.

you stare at the wood pattern in the door, the paint thats chipping off in the corner. youve been staring for a bit now, youve probably got the door memorized, but you cant find the courage to ring the door bell

“why ring the doorbell? when have you ever rung the doorbell?”  you remind yourself. you take a deep breath, and turn the knob, opening the door.

“hey, you ready?!” Ian is right there. you yelp and jump,hand to your chest. Ian laughs.

“jesus christ Ian! how long were you waiting there to scare me like that?!” you ask, he raises an eyebrow.

“i was just coming to the door to meet you outside, why? how long were you there?” he smiles, you blush.

“i just got here, of course” you say. looking up at him. hes dressed in one of his nicer shirts. a button up, and some nice jeans. you smile lightly.

“you look nice” you say he smiles.

“so do you, a dress huh?” Ian asks, looking at it, you blush.

“yea, i uh…” you stammer, great, you knew the dress was a bad idea.

“you look amazing” Ian says you look up in a flash, hes still looking down, you smile and Ian chuckles, closing the door behind him.

“were going out?” you ask.

“yea, we always get pizza. this is a date, it should be different right” Ian says, walking towards his car, you smile.

“yea i guess” you say, slightly nervous. you get in, and drive down into the city.

“im gonna date you so hard right now” Ian says, you giggle.

“you’re gonna be like ‘oh my god, i just go super dated man, im so dated. like how can i even be this dated wow thanks Ian for this awesome date” you laugh.

“knock it off youre gonna make my face all red” you say, Ian smiles feeling satisfied. you watch as he pulls in front of a small restaurant, and turns the car off.

“the mayflour?” you ask, Ian nods.

“You’ll like it” he promises, you get out and he rounds the car to meet you. the place is small, and dimly lit, the sun is setting outside making it even nicer inside. it looks warm and comfortable. theres no waiting line, or hostess to seat you. Ian leads you to a booth out of the way, and you sit across from him. All of the nerves come up and you try not to look him in the eye, looking around at the restaurant at the cute old timey stuff. Alot to do with baking, lost of old pictures.

“hey folks how ya doing” a woman approaches the table, shes wearing an apron, not a cheesy one, one that she actually uses.

“pretty well thanks” Ian says.

“alrighty great, can i start you off with some drinks?” she asks,

“sure, ill have a coke” Ian says, they both look at you, as you expected.

“ill have an ice water, please” you say she smiles and nods. handing you both a menu.

“ill be right back with that, and to take your order” she says smiling and walking off. you open the menu, but Ian takes it from you.

“trust me, theres only one thing youre going to want, and  after you have it its going to ruin everything else for you” Ian says, confidently, you smile and shrug.

“alright, but if your wrong youre gonna owe me big time.” you say Ian smiles and nods putting his hands up.

“alright, if im wrong, and you hate this specific item… you can… i dont know, paint me green entirely or something?” he offers, you laugh and nod.

“alright, deal” you say, with half a mind to say you hate it just to paint him green. the waitress gets back and you wait patiently for Ian to give up the secret.

“we will have two of your afternoon delight, please and thankyou” Ian says, the woman smiles.

“coming right up” she says. walking off, you smile and shake your head.

“all this secretive stuff is gonna make the disappointment even more disappointing yaknow” you say Ian rolls his eyes.

“you’re such a-” you cut him off

“pessimist?” you ask, he blinks and huffs a laugh.

“im not though, really” you say. wrapping your hand around the glass and looking at the ice, floating around inside the cup.

“i know youre not… just sometimes when it comes to yourself you can be… less that optimistic” Ian says, you glance up at him, who knew he was so observant… you smile.

“ i dont like surprises they give me anxiety” you tell him, he smiles and shrugs.

“guess youre gonna need some xanax then” Ian says, you both laugh and you feel yourself start to relax.

“you two are in luck, fresh out of the oven” you hear the waitress say, you smell it before you see it, sweet, buttery…? you look at the plate she sets in front fo the both of you. a large piece of blueberry pie with a scoop of ice cream on the side melting into the pie, the waitress sets a tall glass of milk by each of you.

“thankyou, so much” Ian says the waitress smiles and walks away. Ian gives you an i-told-you-so look.

“im allergic to blueberries” you say simply, and seriously,Ian pauses for a moment.

“no you arent!” he says, you smile.

“yes i am” you say giggling.

“Ive seen you eat blueberries you freaking liar” Ian says, you laugh and take a bite of the pie… Oh god… he was right… this is the best thing youve ever tasted! its sweet and flaky and delicious!

“huh?!” Ian says, taking a bite of his. you shrug and nod

“its alright” you say acting skeptical. Ian shrugs.

“alright then” he grabs your plate, you laugh and take it back, Ian laughs with you. you calm down and take another bite… mind trailing off.

“when did you see me eat blueberries?” you ask, a hell of a thing to remember.

“oh, oft, long time ago. i think… you had to be at least eleven?” he says. youre a bit surprised, that was quite a while ago.

“uh, your brother and i just got out of school so we were in the kitchen tearing it up looking for pizza rolls, and you were at the table arranging blueberries and pieces of strawberries one by one in rows, then eating them two at a time. two blueberries, two strawberries” Ian says, showing you on his plate by separating two blueberries and popping them into his mouth. you smile… its incredibly sweet that he would remember something like that, you feel your cheeks warm.

“you were borderline serial killer, it was really touch and go there for a while” Ian says, you laugh.

“shut up” you say smiling and blushing. “you know you keep saying things like that and someones going to believe you” you say, scooping a bit of ice cream into your spoon.

“what you dont think im serious?” Ian asks, you raise an eyebrow and give him a look. a look that says ‘i know you Ian’… Ian smiles and looks down at his plate.

“no, of course not… you always seem to know when im joking or when im lying dont you. honestly its one of the things i really like about you. It seems to be all i do anymore, joke around, be sarcastic, act stupid… but you know, when im not like that. you still like me when im not like that… right?” Ian asks, you blink, processing everything, a bit surprised.

“of course i do… i like just, spending time with you. even when youre droned out in your game world, it still seems to be fun somehow” you say Ian doesnt even smile, he seems transfixed on you, he looks away slowly, and you cant seem to rip your eyes away now. the drive back is a little quieter than the drive there, it seems as if the lighthearted tone of the evening has come to an end. Ian pulls up to his house and turns the car off.

“did you mean that?” he asks, you nod, tugging on your sleeves.

“thats really sweet of you” Ian says, you shrug.

“i dont know if its, anything of me, its just how i feel…” you say, trying to shoo it away.

“dont belittle it, its important… you’re important, to me. how you feel is important, i just want to know. i know youre afraid in a sense, but you dont have to be. we always told each other everything that embarrassed us” Ian sounded strange now, needful, he softly drug his thumb across the top of your hand, and you grasped it, holding onto his thumb. you take a deep breath and look at him.

“Ian carter, i have feelings for you, but if you make me profess them to your face every time i see you… ill die” you say, a smile creeps across his face and he chuckles shrugging.

“alright then” he says, the lighthearted feeling seems to be back. you lay your head in his lap while you both relax on the couch, you lit some candles while he was changing into more comfortable clothes.

“what about…. Hawaii” Ian asks, you scoff.

“too hot. i can barely stand L.A. I need to drink more water is all” you tell him, hes running his hand through your hair softly, mindlessly, but you know and youre loving it.

“okay… Idaho” Ian says, you laugh.

“whats even in Idaho?” you ask,

“potatoes” Ian offers, you laugh.

“how about Oregon?” you ask, ian seems to be contemplating it.

“the rain, the clouds, everything green all around you, i bet its gorgeous in autumn.” you say he huffs a laugh that moves your head.

“you seem like youve put alot of thought into this” Ian says, you shrug, moving against him.

“you dont think about where you’d like to end up, when everythings over?” you ask.

“like, when i die?” Ian asks, you shake your head.

“no… just when everything stops. when everything gets peaceful, and you get to relax and be happy. not just ‘oh things arent going wrong right now’ but happy, really happy” Ian looks down at you, admiring your face, the curve of your nose, the squint of your blink.

“thats a hard one” Ian says quietly. his eyes trail down from your face to your neck, he traces circles along your arm, and his eyes flit over your dress to your legs crossed. youre completely relaxed…you nod, and yawn a bit.

you lay down and tug at the blanket to cover you, watching as Ian lays down next to you. neither of you knew, but both of you kind of know what the other wants…. Ian leans in to kiss you, and you kiss him back softly. he leans into you, wrapping you into his arms. you feel the warmth start to build up and relax against him. you kiss him harder, with more meaning, a deep kiss. you break away first as the feeling that caught you off guard last time shoot forward.

“Ian…” a shaky breath escapes your lips, inches from his.

“yea…” he says, calming you you look up at his face in the dark, the only light coming from the white walls, and your eyes adjusting to the night. theres another feeling though, a feeling of need. not only that, you feel so much with Ian, so much for Ian. you feel safe, you feel comfortable, you feel cared for and you feel like you matter.. Ian makes you feel wanted, and secure, and you believe him when he says youre important to him because hes proved it for so long. you kiss Ian softly, and kiss down his cheek to his neck. Ian leans into your kiss softly and sighs, relaxing. your hands drift from his shoulders, to his sides, you tug a bit at his shirt but your still shy. Ian lets you pull it off, helps you get it all the way off, and kisses your neck as you feel his chest. you smooth your hands over his chest, and down to his sides, finally exploring the lower part of his belly. Ian breaks from your skin as you grip his pant-line. you nod your head softly, hair falling in your face. Ian rises a bit, and pulls his pants down, you feel your heart beat quicken as he lowers himself between your legs, he reaches up and gently pushes the hair from your face before kissing you sweetly. you feel him push forward and you let out a sharp breath. your back arches involuntarily and you soak in the feeling of him filling you. almost like an ache being relieved, the relief prolonged again and again with every thrust. you moan as he retracts, breath escaping you as he sinks back in, his lips land against yours and he kisses you deeply, pressing harder against you. Ians hand on your hip, and the other arm braced beside your head so he can kiss your lips, and drag his lips down to your neck. satisfying every inch of you.

“Ian… oh Ian…” you whimper, your eyes tightly shut, hands gripping his waist. you pull him into you again, and Ian moans into the curve of your neck. its a growl of a moan, it fuels your begging.

“please…. Ian… it.. it feels so good” you can barely manage the words as he drives into you again, and again, and again. you feel something building inside of you, as if every thrust from him into you, inflates a balloon more and more.  you dig your fingers into Ians skin, leaving scratches on his back, youre moving with him now unaware it was even happening.

“Ian… i… fuck..!” you groan, pulling him into you, Ian pushes hard and his mouth is at your throat again, flicking and nibbling. you feel the baloon explode, apparently it was filled with pure euphoria. wave after wave hits you, and you call out uncontrollably.

“Ian!!!” with each wave another sharp moan from you, another sharp cry, Ian feels you release and he calms to a stop. kissing you while you come down off the best high youve ever been on. whimpering with the sharp tiny waves of your orgasm. Ian searches the dark for your lips and kisses you through your whimpers, laying beside you and scooping you up, his harsh breathing matching yours. you feel so light, your skin feels electric and your lips are tingling with numbness. you let out a relieved sigh, youve never felt so satisfied before. Ian lays his head against yours, relaxing beside you.

“i…” you try to find words but you cant even express yourself, there are no words for this.

“yea, me too” Ian says, you turn and lay against his chest, very comfortable in his arms. you look down at his arm, hes really holding onto you, his veins are prominent, the way Ian is sculpted has never been so arousing as it is right at this moment. his naked body pressed against yours, after hes drove your body to its limit.  you start to breathe normally, and the high starts to thin out, though it never goes away.

“that was…” you begin “entirely too good…” you say Ian huffs a laugh against your hair, his eyes are closed.

“yea” he agrees, sounds like his sleepy voice starting to take over, a deeper voice. Ian traces circles over your arm, and slowly tugs at you, swiftly hes under you, and your lowering down onto him. an entirely new sensation. you brace yourself, hands gathered on his lower belly.

“fuck… a little warning next time maybe?” you say, eyes shut tight, trying to catch your breath while Ian laughs a bit.

“sorry…” he says, you open your eyes and look down at him, this position is uncomfortable, he can see you all up and down, youve got nowhere to hide.

“ive never…” you start but stop, you feel entirely to vulnerable.

“i figured” Ian admits. youd never been in this position before… youd never been in… any position before. but you werent sure if Ian had “figured” that as well. this was different though, after your massive orgasm you felt as if your muscles were being relaxed. Ian places his hands on your hips, guiding you, you move with every pull.he feels so much deeper now! before it had felt as if he was pushing you to your limit but theres so much more, you bite your lip.

“fuck…” Ian groans, you open your eyes, wondering if youre doing something wrong, but he looks as if hes in a trance. eyes dark and fixated on you. you realize that youre not the vulnerable one here, Ian is. you move your hips, grinding down into him he gives off a heated groan again, he looks as if he isnt in control anymore. you like it, you feel more confident now. you move more and more, grinding into him, sensations shooting through you, new ones, good ones. you cant help it anymore, you moan with every small movement you give. ian looks up at you, the way your sitting on him, arms in front pushing your breasts together, he can look at every bit of you now. the way you’re grinding is putting him in a frenzy, hes gripping you hard now, reaching up your side Ian throws his head back and you feel him push up into you.

“fuck!!!” he groans, you slow a bit, watching his face, feeling his grip. its a sharp pain, but its such a good pain. Ian groans, again, and again… draining himself. his hands soften against you, and his breathing gets harsh. your breathing is quicker too. it wasnt much work, but it was a new work out. you fall forward against his chest. he relaxes a bit, but his harsh breath doesnt stop.

“are you okay?” you whisper. somehow whispering seems right.

“perfect” he whispers back. you relax against him, and your eyelids feel too heavy, youre too comfortable not to fall asleep. soaking in Ians warmth, and soaking up all of the pleasure this night has brought you.


celythil  asked:

Opinion on the fact that Tom Holland is gonna play Nathan Drake in the Uncharted movie? I dont even know if you are hyped or excited for that movie but knowing you're an Uncharted fangirl i thought i'd ask :P

oh gee…. really?

I’m not at all excited tbh, I didn’t realize it was actually gonna happen cause its been mentioned for years now that they were gonna do a film… Personally, any game thats made into a movie has been utter garbage… so I’m not excited for this.  Plus no offense to Tom, but he looks nothing like Drake so to me thats just weird… why not get Nolan North to do it since hes the closest person to look like drake and better yet he sounds like him so yeah… Even the VA for Elena looks like Elena so I dunno its weird.

Or better yet, animate the movie so the characters actually look like the characters in game, considering they usually have 2 hours worth of cinematic footage that I’m sure that would be cooler than a live action one.  Uncharted does make sense to be shot in live action though,  I just know its gonna possibly be bad considering assassin’s creed movie was not good from what I heard.   so yeah… Not all that excited for it considering the game series is over and probably going to be bad sadly, if its not then hell yeah but I highly doubt its gonna be good.

anonymous asked:


AHHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO NICE THANK YOU!!!!!! people on twitter kept screenshotting it and apparently i need to take the “lyds” out even though i would love for him to call her that and fix the quality and it made me upset because why do people always got bash others work when they dont even know how to make it and how hard and time consuming it is and now im just ranting but THE POINT IS THIS MADE ME FEEL SO MUCH BETTER AND MAKES ME WANT TO KEEP ON MAKING STUFF AFHJKDSLHFKJDSDKD THANK YOOOOU I LOVE YOU TOO :’)

anonymous asked:

I have social anxiety and I never go to partys. My friend always want me to come with her even tho she knows I don't feel good about it. Now she made a group chat with around 25people and its for a birthday/Halloween party.I don't really know the others except a few and I'm not friend's with them either.I just feel like crying because I'm overwhelmed and I'm too scared to go there but I'm always the only one who has problems with it and I dont know what to do..why doesn't she understand?..

Most of the time it’s difficult for someone to understand people with anxiety if they’ve never dealt with it themselves. The best thing I can suggest is to sit down and talk with your friend. If she’s a real friend she’ll try to be understanding and listen to what you have to say. If she doesn’t then I’d find new friends.

As far going to parties and such, don’t force yourself. I’ve never been one to go to parties either and sure sometimes it sucked being the only one left out but it gave me time to do things I actually enjoyed. If going to a party is going to do nothing but cause you anxiety then don’t go. Stay home and do something that’s more comfortable. That’s totally okay. You’re not obligated to go just because everyone else is going.

Now, if you want to go then here are a few tips I can give you:

  • Don’t think negative thoughts. If you’re starting to feel anxious and getting unwanted thoughts then stop and push them away. It’s not easy, I know, but if you just take a moment to breathe and reassure yourself then it can help calm you down.
  • Remember you’re going to have fun. Most parties are super crazy and fun filled with loud music, dancing, drinks, etc. Everyone’s there to act crazy and have fun so you should too. I’m not sure what your friend group is or your friend’s friend group but most parties contain alcohol. If there’s alcohol most people are going to be too drunk to even care about anyone else so don’t be afraid to act a little crazy and just have fun.
  • Don’t force yourself. If you go and you’re finding it very uncomfortable then leave. Don’t force yourself to stay just because everyone else is there. If it becomes too much to handle then leave. There is nothing wrong with leaving a party early.

At the end of the day how you feel is most important. If you’re uncomfortable going to parties then don’t go. If your friend is giving you a hard time for not going then explain to her why you’re not and if she can’t be understanding then she may not be someone you need in your life.

If she adds you to a group chat and it’s overwhelming it’s okay to leave that chat. Most people really dislike group chats anyways so I doubt anyone will think anything of it. If she keeps adding you into chats just ask her nicely if she could not do that in the future.

I think the biggest thing here is just communicating to your friend what your struggles are and explaining to her what you need from her as a friend. You have to accept the fact she may not be able to understand everything but she should at least be supportive of your needs.


[RP with the one and only Chris~]

One would not be able to tell this much at first, but Yuuri was definitely meme trash. It was something he had gotten from Phichit. His best friend knew everything about memes, new and old, and had turned Yuuri into the same kind of nerd. Victor barely understood some of the jokes Yuuri made about them most of the time, but he still tried.

And right now, Yuuri was, for some reason, both cringing and laughing at a stupid meme. “Chris, look at this. For some reason, people have been comparing it to Victor, you, and me. They say you’re Ben.”

Why was this so funny to Yuuri, even he himself didn’t know, but it was the ‘You want sum fuk?’ video, and Yuuri was losing it.


my professor asked me to read a part of this poem we’re looking at out loud and I said “oh I can’t, my food is on that part” and he made a really confused face and busted up laughing and said “I can’t even be mad.” then he started cackling and said “I have to tweet that right now” as he reached for his pocket to pull out his phone.


This is Stanley. He was brought into the drama class and I decided to name him and dress him. I carry him around everywhere and now all the teachers and a lot of the students know who he is.

They respect Stanley and nobody has questioned why I have been bringing a stuffed animal to all of my classes every day for the past week.

We’ve just kind of made him the unofficial school mascot. Even the principal knows who he is.

Tumblr should know his story


And this is just what i found from simply searching taylor swift in his tweets.

This absolutely breaks my heart. He has said some DISGUSTING things about taylor (the cancer/deaf tweet are what made me remember all of this, i didnt just search him to find shit, i remembered these tweets) over the years, and literally just a few months ago but yet he got to take the spot of a fan who has waited years to finally just SEE their idol and who truly deserves it and spent hours on costumes and signs and was dancing to the songs that make them feel better without a care in the world for a few hours. But to him, she’s a “waste of life”. AND he’s already met her MULTIPLE times so idk what he told whoever asked him. He was rude to her face before a few years back, saying taylor was really rude to HIM (after signing 6 CDs for him on the streets) which obvs made her uncomfortable and then called her fake so it’s like ?????? why would you want to meet her again if you dont like her.
Since he is a “”””big deal”””” in the Britney Spears fandom, i’ve known of him for many years now and he has been so mean to so many fans, including myself. even making me cry 2 times AND I DONT USUALLY CRY.and this is when i was younger, so a grown man hating on a young teen (i was probably 14-15) for asking simple questions. that’s it. on my 16th birthday, he was at the britney concert i was at and i was literally terrified in the morning at the pure thought of running into him. But i didnt. instead i had to watch him on stage with britney during one of my favourite songs lol

But this isnt right. And i am in NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM blaming taylor/andrea/taylor nation/any one on taylor’s team because how were they supposed to know any of this happened. he went to her concert so obviously they figured he loves her. 

Some truths.

To be honest. I doubt people are going to read all this, but I have to say it. They are things which I’ve been thinking for a while and I just need to get off my chest. They aren’t bad. Nor should they insight any riots but I just want to say them…so here goes.

I suppose my main thing is my massive insecurity about how people see this blog. Which seems strange. I should care right? But I do. I’m petrified that people will see this blog as a way of getting Marks attention. That all I care about is what he thinks of me. That I’m some selfish arse who doesn’t really care about her followers, no matter what she says. NO! That is not what this is about. I started this blog because people told me too. I had made a what if post then another and people said why not make a whole blog so I did. It wasnt even popular to being with and now I find myself hurtling towards 11,000 followers desperately trying to find some meaning.

I feel I have some kind of obligation to Mark and his community. One I dont mind taking but I’m not exactly sure what it is? Is it helping you when your mental illnesses are taking over? Is it giving advice during random life moments? Is it pushing people in Marks direction when they ask about different videos? I dont know. The thing is, I’m terrified of failing at it. I feel that there is pressure on me to succeed. This pressure does not come from Mark or you just my own brain. Hell, I’ve never spoken to Mark. Yes, he’s liked, reglogged and even added to one post but thats it. Nothing more. And I dont mind! Honestly, this blog isn’t about how many times Mark likes or reblogs my shit, its about you guys. 

Yes. This is a Mark fan blog. Would I like Mark to know it and recognise what I’m trying to do? Of course! But if he hasn’t then I dont mind. If you need help. If you want a distraction. If you need advise. If you need anything then I want to be here.

So, in short of this becoming the longest post I have ever made I will finish with this. I am going to stay. Oosh will be here for as long as I can. I may never meet Mark. He may never know who I am. But I want to know you. You are whats important. I am you to feel, happy, safe and secure. I want you to know this isn’t just a what if blog. Its a safe blog. I am the mother to 10,000 + people. I will continue to be for how ever large this blog grows. I will take that burden off Mark.

I love you all.

Oosh out
Thank you for existing

Sammy Imagine #1

After their studio session, Sammy, Nate and I went out to dinner. We sat in a booth. Sammy and I on one side and Nate on the other. I was on the inside and I was sitting in front of Nate. We looked at the menu for about 5 minutes when the waiter came and asked us what me wanted. We all ordered the same thing which is strange because we all like very different foods. While we were waiting, Sam went to the washroom. The moment he was out of sight, some guy walked up to our booth and started talking to me.

“Hey” The stranger said, looking at me.

“Hi” I replied coldly, looking up at him for just a second and then turning to look at Nate.

“I’m Malcom and I just wanted—”
“I don’t care what your name is and I know what you want. I have a boyfriend and this is his best friend so you should really just walk away because all you’re doing is embarassing yourself” I said, raising my voice a little at the end to sound more threatening. Nate laughed and the guy turned around and left. When he was gone, I looked up at the washroom Sam went in and he was standing there, in front of the door just staring. He looked angry. When he saw that I saw him, he walked back to where we were and sat down next to me. With the face he was making, I knew he was pissed off at me and I was assuming he would sit next to Nate, I’m happy he didn’t.

“Who was that?” he asked crossing his arms and pouting his lower lip a little. I hate it when he makes that face. The pout makes me feel so bad even when I didn’t do anything to deserve it.

“Some fuckboy” Nate answered. “She actually handled it pretty well. I didn’t even have to intervene” We looked at each other and smiled.
“Did she tell you to say that?”

“What? You don’t actually believe that I would flirt with some random guy and then make your bestfriend lie about it do you?” I’m so appalled that he would think that I would do that. “Cause if that’s what you think then we have some serious reevaluating to do.” Now I was the one pouting and angry. Sam noticed. He hates when I’m angry because of him so he uncrossed his arms to pull me closer to him. He put his mouth next to my ear and started whispering.
“I just don’t understand why he was here Y/N” I tried pulling back but he’s a lot stronger than me. He kept his arms around me and leaned his forehead on my temple. He was trying to calm me down with his body but what he was saying just made me even more upset.

“Why dont you ask him?” I said waving my hand in the direction the guy went. “He just came here and started talking to me. I understand that that could make you upset at him but there is no reason for you to be upset at me.” He started kissing my cheek repeatedly. “I sent him away baby” I wispered as a tear slid down my cheek. I hate having to justify myself for things I’m not responsible for. He saw the tear and whiped it away.

“I’m sorry Y/N. That’s not what I meant. I just sort of flipped. I don’t like when other guys talk to my girl. I know you would never do that to me.” He grabbed my chin and turned my face so that we were face to face. “I’m really sorry” He said again and then kissed me.

“God, you guys are so intense” I almost forgot Nate was there. We both laughed because we know it’s true. We always make a big deal out of everything.

“Sorry Skate” I stuck my tounge out at him and he smiled

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A/N: This is my first imagine for any of the Omaha boys. It’s not the best (sorry) but I hope you guys like it.

baconstache  asked:

i got dumped today over text on my nine month anniversary with him and i have been so down all day and that last dramatic reading (introducing zooey) made me laugh so hard i forgot why i was even sad. thank you for making me laugh even though you dont know me. (also, youre really adorable and youre my favorite blogger)

This is my purpose in life!! To make people laugh or just give them a smile when they’re in need of one. Thank you so much for letting me know, and I’m so sorry for what you’re going through right now. I promise it’ll get better, and I’ll always be here for you, friend!!