oh my i need to shut up

anonymous asked:

Question anon here! I hope you're feeling better :) My question today is out of all games you've been to,which one was your absolute favorite?

Last season when Tyler Seguin got a hat trick in Boston. That will always be my favorite game. 

The whole game when Tyler had the puck the arena would erupt in boos and people yelling that he sucks, which I don’t even understand since he was traded and didn’t leave willingly. 

After his first goal I say to my friend “he needs a hatty to shut these people up.” Then he scored his other goal and I say “oh my god, it’s going to happen. It has to happen.” and it happened. He scored his third goal and the place went silent besides my friend and I and the two Stars fans sitting in the row in front of us, we all stood up and cheered so loudly for him. It was amazing.

The whole day in Boston had one of my favorite interactions with him. It was an overall good day. It’s going to be hard to top that. (although when he walked over to me and said “I’m lost” in Buffalo on Monday was amazing in itself)

acceptable ways to correct yourself if you misgender a trans person

  • “I went to the store with her–him”
  • “He and I–sorry she and I went to the movies”
  • “He’s–I mean they’re a big fan of Marvel Comics”

not acceptable ways to correct yourself if you misgender a trans person

  • “She really likes–oh my god I mean he, I’m so sorry, I just don’t have it down yet, you need to give me time, I mean, I’m getting it, I promise, it’s just so hard sometimes, and I don’t even know where that came from, and I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to, you just have to go easy on me, I’ve never done this before, it’s just, I’m getting it, it won’t happen again, it’s just hard, you get it, right?”

this has been a psa

i want to be That Girl. ur local lesbian who wears bralettes under big sweaters and flannel shirts and who is always carrying a journal around ((the pages r stained with COFFEE)) and tips street performers and hides in the corner of cafes and never shuts up about her girlfriend and all of the places she wants to go someday

Romantic/Fluff Sentence Starters!

“You have something in your hair - let me get it for you.”

“Hm? Oh, sorry. I couldn’t help but stare at you.”

“Um, would it be okay if I held your hand?”

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

“You’re the most important person in my life.”

“Are you tired? Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.”

“I’m not much of a chef, but… I really hope you like this.”

“Sorry for calling so late - I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“I need you more than you need me.”

“I want to kiss you and hold your hand any time I want.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you… I can’t.”

“The truth is… I love you.”

“You like me more than you like them, right? Right?”

“Be mine. Please.”

“I am who I am because of you.”

“It’s been a long day… let’s take a bath together.”

“Wait, don’t pull away - I want to hug you for awhile longer.”

“Ah- I adore your laugh.”

“Stop that, it tickles!”

“Ouch, I bit my lip… kiss it better?”

“I don’t want to get up… I’m so warm beside you.”

“You’re so intoxicating to me.”

“Your eyes are amazing… do you know that?”

“You’re just so wonderful.”

“S-Stop looking at me like that! You’re making me blush…”

“Are you tired? Rest in your head in my lap.”

“You, Me, Order In, Netflix… waddya say?”

“I want to be more than just friends with you.”

“Fuck it - do you wanna get married?”

“Your smile is beyond gorgeous… please, keep doing it.”

“Whenever we’re together, I feel at home.”

“Will you say you love me? Pleeease?”

“Wait, don’t go! Can’t you stay the night?”

“Wow - you look… amazing.”

“*Puts hands over eyes from behind* Guess whooo?”

“I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine!”

“I want to go on a date! I demand it!”

“We just met, this is crazy, I’m referencing a song… but call me maybe?”

“What? No! I wasn’t staring… I-I was looking at something behind you!”

“Do you want some? Here, open your mouth… I’ll feed you some!”

“It’s been a long day… here, let me give you a massage.”

“Is it alright if I call you princess?”

“It’s not like I like you or anything! … Okay, well- maybe I do.”

“I think your perfect. Even with your flaws, you’re nothing but perfect.”

“That was barely even a kiss! Do it again - please?”

“What? No. I wasn’t aiming for your hand. I was reaching for the, uh- popcorn.”

things we need next season
  • if i see keith thats not in the context of a bonding moment im going to scream
  • that stranger from the worm stomach is keiths mom, you cant say it aint so
  • pls give my lil pidgey their own bathroom
  • allura but forgiving 
  • give  shiro  a  break

where the supervillain finds out the hero’s secret identity but upon further investigation discovers that the hero needs a friend. like wow, like this hero has a pretty crappy life. and is super naive to the horrors of the general public. so the villain actually has a crisis of villainy. and decides to befriend the hero’s alterego because that hero needs a friend

“so you’ve been really chummy with that barista. are you planning a heist?”

“no, they’re just really nice. i’m allowed to be nice to people”

“you’re never nice. and i’ve known you since we met in juvie.”

“shut up. don’t ruin this for me”

“oh my god, you like them!”


“did you just let us get caught?”

“hey, they legitimately stopped us”

“oh my god, are you proud that that supernerd foiled us?”

“hey, they’re not a nerd!”

“i am never teaming up with you again. just so you know”

dunkirk || part two

(part one)

y/n’s always been there for harry, so why does he want to take little miss kendall jenner as his date for dunkirk’s premier? 


“What the hell just happened?” Harry scoffed, glaring at the front door you had just slammed shut after storming out, claiming you needed some ‘fresh air’. “Remind me never to bring up Kendall around Y/N ever again.” He joked, the smile dropping on his face when he noted the boys’ stoic expressions. “Wha’? Are you guys mad at me too??” 

“Oh my god, I just remembered. How could we be so stupid??” Liam gasped lightly, his eyes widening as he looked over at Niall. His memory was a bit fuzzy, but Liam did recall you accidentally blurting out your feelings for Harry. Of course, you had made him pinky-promise to keep it a secret, since you didn’t want to risk jeopardising your friendship with Harry. Liam was usually good at keeping secrets, but he had to tell Niall. And then Niall and to tell Louis - Heck, even Zayn knew! The only person who didn’t know was obviously Harry. 

“I t’ink she’s mad cos I took the last juice box t’is mornin’. I left her wit’ the orange juice when I knew she wanted t’e apple juice.” Niall muttered, slapping himself on the forehead gently. “Do ya t’ink a whole Costco sized container of juice boxes would make her happy?” 

“No, Niall, don’t you remember what I told you a couple months ago? About Y/N and her..” Liam trailed off, pointing to Harry very subtly. 

“Oh, right!” Niall’s eyes lit up as he sat up straighter before letting out a breath. “T’ank god I didn’t do anyt’ing wrong. It breaks my heart when Y/N’s upset.” He laughed lightly, looking over at a very confused Harry. 

“I literally have no idea wha’ you guys are talking about, but I’m pretty sure I haven’t done anything wrong. And let’s be honest, she’s probably a little miffed about that last juice box, Niall.” Harry leaned back against the couch after picking his phone back up. “I know Y/N. She’ll cool off in a couple hours, we jus’ have to leave her alone, s’all.” He shrugged casually, the rest of the boys staring at him in astonishment. How could Harry not know why you were upset? Was he really that oblivious? 

“Do you really think Y/N would be that petty to get so explosive over a fuckin’ juice box?” Louis furrowed his brows, raising his hands in surrender when Harry did nothing but nod confidently. “Alright, then. You do you.” 

“Stupid Harry. Stupid Harry and his stupid war movie.” You grumbled to yourself, sucking up the remainder of your juice before angrily tossing it into the bin. “I’m taking her as my date, he says. Didn’t even get a thank you for ironing his dumb costume. Should’ve tossed the costume into the ocean when I had the chance.”

Life just wasn’t on your side. You had always been there for Harry, supporting him with whatever decision he made. He wanted to wear that floral suit to the AMA’s, fine! You were the one who picked it up for him. He wanted to chop all his hair off for charity (and for the movie, obviously), of course! You were the one who physically cut his hair, and you even dropped it off at the charity itself. You helped him during outfit changes for his Another Man shoot. But no, you didn’t get anything in return. You weren’t even invited to go on that damn yacht. All you were in Harry’s eyes was his little assistant - Could you even call yourself his best friend anymore? Probably not! People were always calling you up because they thought you were a representative for Harry. 

“You’re not all that, Harry Styles.” You muttered, rubbing your hands together for warmth before shoving them into the pockets of your coat. (It was Harry’s coat. You liked wearing his clothes.) What were you even doing with your life? Your days including running all over town to do things for Harry, and you weren’t even getting paid for it. Harry had just been taking advantage of you right under your nose, and you thought he was taking you to all these things and asking you for all these favours because you were his best friend. The sudden feeling of your phone buzzing in your pocket snapped you out of your thoughts, making you stop in the middle of the street. You took your phone out and walked into an empty alleyway, your brows knitting together at the sight of none other than Harry himself calling you. 

“Y/N? Where the hell are you, love? It’s nearly 10.” You told yourself to stay calm when you heard Harry’s voice from the other end of the phone. You raised your wrist to glance at your watch. 

“You took four hours to call me and check to see where I went?” You asked in an unimpressed tone. You could practically see Harry trying to come up with an excuse as to why he didn’t call earlier. There was a moment of silence before Harry cleared his throat and spoke up again. 

“I figured I’d give you a little alone time to blow some steam off.” 

“Oh? Blow some steam off? And what makes you think I have steam to blow off?” You scoffed, raising your free hand to make air quote gestures. 

“Cos you were clearly upset when you left. Niall said he’d replace your damn juice boxes, Y/N. You don’ have to be so immature about it.” Now you were the one in shock. He thought you were upset over.. juice boxes? 

“You- what? You think I’m- Can you give me another reason as to why I could be upset right now? Because I think I’m over the juice boxes.” You scoffed, hearing Harry let out a small groan of frustration. 

“Can yeh just come back? We can talk about this.” 

“There’s no need to talk, Harry. You, out of all people, should know why I’m upset.” 

“Well, I don’t know why! You’re going to have t’ help me figure out why you’re upset!” Harry’s voice became a little more gruff at this point. 

“I shouldn’t need to help you!” You snapped, clenching your fist so tightly you could feel your nails digging into the flesh of your palm. “I’m just so.. Sick of you!” Again, nothing but silence. 

“You’re sick of me?! I’m sick of you! You’ve been so moody and childish lately!” Harry growled, cursing quietly to himself. 

“Maybe I wouldn’t be moody or childish if you could just figure out what you’ve done wrong!” You gasped, a little offended by his words. “God, I don’t even wanna talk to you right now! I was in a decent mood, and I was actually alone with my own thoughts until you call-”

“You know what? If you’re going t’ keep acting this way - jus’ don’ even bother coming home, then! You always think I need you around, but guess what? I don’t! I don’t need you!”

Your heart pounded wildly in your chest, a lump beginning to grow in your throat. How could he say something like that? “You don’t need me around?” All you could hear was the heavy breathing of Harry on the other end. 

Y/N-” You didn’t give Harry a chance to explain himself before you hung up and shoved your phone back into your pocket. 

He didn’t need you around anymore? Fine. If that’s what Harry wanted, that’s what he’d get. 



when i was really little i knew this really annoying girl who went around calling herself merlin and she made my life a living hell and one time she hit me with a broom and i should have known right then and there that would be a metaphor for the rest of my life

Imagine Dean being jealous because you flirt for information on a case.

Originally posted by subcas

“Stop looking at me like that!” You yelled annoyed by the way Dean keep glaring at you as you walk around the library.

“Like what, huh?” He asks too calmly. “How am I looking at you, Y/N?” He sasses moving his head from side to side.

“You know how.” You bark back. “It wasn’t my fault! I didn’t ask for it. Okay, Dean?”

“Maybe not, but you enjoyed it!” He snarls.

“Well, yeah! The guy was hot as hell and he had the information we needed.” You sigh dropping your arms to your sides.

“Why do you care anyway is not like we’re an- Oh. My. God!” Your eyes widen at the realization. 

“You’re jealous.”

“Pfff no I’m not!”

“Yes you are!! You are so jealous of me, Dean Winchester!!”

“Shut up!” He stands from his seat and walks to you in a threatening manner.

You start laughing and making fun of him. “Dean Winchester is jealous of me, he wants to be my boyfriend and kiss me and hug me and get into my pants.

"You better shut up, Y/N.” He warns.

“Or what? You gon kiss me? Muamuamua” You keep laughing and chanting.

“Y/N, stop!” He’s too close now toes against yours.

“You gonna have to make me, Dean. Punish me cos I’m a bad girl!" 

"Y/N…” His voice low, his breath fanning on your face.

“Make m-”

This time your mocking was cut off by big soft lips crashing against of yours.


Forevs: @nadiandreu7 @captain-princess-rose @loveitsallineed @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname @death2thevirgin @mogaruke @isis278 @marygracewinchester @lbug1025 @babypieandwhiskey @impala-dreamer @thegreatficmaster @deathtonormalcy56

Dean/Jensen : @anokhi07

One Last Time
  • Washington: I need a favor
  • Hamilton: whatever you say sir Jefferson will pay for his behavior
  • Washington: shh, talk less
  • Hamilton: *continues talking*
  • Washington: did I fucking stutter I told you to shut the fuck up Hamilton oh my god I have dealt with you for literally decades and you will not stop talking all this time please drink this you're annoying as hell when you're drunk but at least you can't speak when you have something in your mouth now write this motherfucking address for me I'm getting out of this bitch and away from your loudass I'd rather talk to a fucking tree

Theo x Reader

Requested by Anon

Prompt List

“You’re following me.” Theo grunted and Stiles nodded.

“You’re following (Y/N).” Stiles snapped back and jogged to keep up with Theo.

“Well I need to talk to her.” Theo glared at Stiles who stopped and raised his eyebrows before letting his mouth fall open.

“Oh, my God. You’re in love with her.“ Stiles yelled and Theo span around and shoved him against the nearest tree.

“Shut up alright, do you understand how many werewolves never find…” Theo trailed off as you walked back down the path to see if you could pry the gasping Stiles from Theo’s grip.

"I’ve been waiting a long time for you." You mumbled when Theo’s eyes met yours.

“Can I… mark…” Theo mumbled back and Stiles made a grossed-out noise as you nodded and let Theo bite into your shoulder.

“Why… what… why… no!” He squeaked and Theo smirked as the bite healed and slowly turned the same blue as Theo’s eyes. “That is just weird… why’re you two marking each other in the woods it can’t be sanitary.”

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Imagine waking up from a nightmare and going to Sam.

Fandom: Supernatural

Warnings: none

tagging @sam-winchester-imagines

Gif does not belong to me.

  • “I know it’s like 3 a.m., but I really need you right now so move your ass over and make me some space to  lie down.”
    “You wanna talk about it…?”
    “Good, cause I really need to rest.”
    “Aww, does Sammy need his beauty sleep?”
  • “Why are you stealing my blanket? You brought your own!”
    “Oh, shut up, Sammy, it’s cold and you’re a gentleman.”
  • He mutters something under his breath and turns away from you, immediately falling back asleep. His soft brown locks are too much to resist,  and you end up playing with his hair, careful not to wake him up. Besides, the hair was on your side of his pillow.
  • The pleasant feeling and soft breathing coming from the other side of the rather small bed made you sleepy. The coziness was melting your bones and you could swear you wouldn’t make it out of the bed in the morning, as you were becoming one with it.
  • Waking up from the next nightmare was very quick and very sharp. It took you awhile to  detach from the dream and notice a concerned looking  Sam shaking you.
  • “You okay?” he asked, visibly worried, even though the only light in the room was coming from an electronic clock beside the bed.
    “Yeah, sure. Just one hell of a dream.”
    “Maybe now you wanna talk about it?”
    “Nah, I… I’m okay. It’s just the memories from our latest case, this bloody mess…”
  • He doesn’t respond, instead laying you back down on the mattress and tugging up the blankets. You nestle yourself by his side, allowing him to hug you closely to his chest in a soothing motion.
  • He smelt like vanilla, and you wondered if it was his shampoo. You were pretty sure he wouldn’t notice if you stole a little bit from his bottle.
  • Even though he tried to stay awake to make sure you were gonna be okay, he fell back asleep minutes later. You couldn’t blame him though – the last hunt had taken all of you to your limits and Sam was the one working the most. Without his hard work and literal digging  through the monstrous piles of antique books, more people would have died.
  • With your head pressed to his chest, you could feel the even rhythmic beating of his heart.
  • You wondered when the last time he got scared by a stupid nightmare, like a kid, was. Dean would tease you for weeks if he found out.
  • You dropped looking for the answer quickly.
  • If it was your ticket to this position, you would certainly be okay with that.
  • seokjin: hey can you do you the dishes
  • jungkook: im fucking tired of everyone calling me a coconut headass and jimin oh my god jimin needs to shut the hell up like i could be sleeping in the middle of the night and i'd wake up to him saying that he was born in busan first i can't do this
  • seokjin:
  • seokjin: so are you going to-
  • jungkook: yes i will do the dishes

anonymous asked:

Do you have any feel good fics I could check out? I've been having a bad week and need to drown myself in comfort fluff

Oh man. According to my timestamps it looks like you send this last night. Sorry to get to you so late. Hummm man I haven’t been reading much fic lately but going through my fanfic tag here are some cute ones

Honestly anything my @matchaball makes me feel all sorts of good inside. Her fic “A Trail of Breadcrumbs” is my go-to when I’m sad and its about Adrien’s adventures in a certain bakery. :3c

But if that one’s not your cup of tea then I would suggest checking out the menagerie of her fics on her AO3.

At the Dawn of Day by @paperskirts – a Angel!Adrien fic about fashion student Marinette looking for a sign and it so happens to come forth in the form of… divine intervention? Marinette sure didn’t sign up for giant bird man babysitting. 

what a lovely way to burn by @chassecroise – a short and sweet drabble about marinette having the flu and opps! Outing herself as Ladybug to her family and friends much to Adrien’s chagrin. 

It’s only a Name by @frostedpuffs – a super cute reveal fic where Ladybug and Chat reveal their first names to each other and find out a whole lot more than they bargained for.

That’s all I got for now. I haven’t been reading much fic lately so I don’t really have a long list, I apologize. ; w ; I would suggest going to @miracufic @sadrien @frostedpuffs @skaylanphear for more fic content~ 

Things I've done/said while writing

• “Oh my God this is taking too long, just shut up and get to the fucking place already.”

• Forgets I have the power to make the characters get to the fucking place already

• Constantly checks word count to see if I’ve written as much or more than I had for the last chapter

• Opens doc and rereads to remember what I was planning to write and can never remember what I was planning to write

• Opens doc and immediately closes it

• Looks over already published chapters for inspiration and feel part of my soul die when I see it’s ridden with typos

• Dad: “What are you working on?” Me: “..A story?” Dad: “Oh! When do you plan on letting me read it?” Me: “I’m lying, I’m talking to a friend.”

• Panics after I’ve closed the doc without saving, forgetting that I use Google Docs

• Forgets how to spell the word ‘wet’

• “Can I say a character tied her hair into a ponytail? Are ponytails in fantasy settings still ponytails?”

• “Why can’t I just write this part already? I really want to write this part.”

• “How many times can I mention this story to my friends before I get them to read it or make them annoyed by it?”

• Looks up definition of a word several times just to make sure it means what I think it means

This is why I hate shipping

Y’all get so caught up in your headcannons that whenever anything that threatens them happens in actual canon you start screeching and throwing hate at anyone in sight. Like shit, Genji might be involved with mercy? OH NO! MY POOR HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS! WHAT WILL I EVER DO IF MERCY ISN’T BANGING PHARAH? HOW WILL I LIVE? I NEED TO FIND A REASON NOT TO LIKE THIS! 

Fuck off

You made up a ship based on nothing, and now that you’ve been forced to acknowledge that it has no basis, you’re going into damage control. Just shut up and accept the canon whatever it may be. If your ship was the one becoming canon you’d be shitting on everyone else like your life depended on it.  The same thing happened when Tracer was confirmed lesbian. The same people who were going around laughing at everyone who thought she was straight would’ve burned down their own houses if she had been straight instead. Canon will always be the final word. If something is canon, your headcanon means nothing

Get a life you fucking degenerates.