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Dress to impress- Seth Rollins, prompts #73+#74

Seth Rollins

prompt: #73 “I’m not wearing that dress” #74 “I’m not wearing that tie”

warnings: none!

Requested by: @m-a-t-91

A/N: AYYYEE I’m back after a few days! schools started again so ya know I’ll probably do more imagines instead of homework. ANYWAY hope you enjoy this!

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It was a simple April day, the sun was out, the sky was clear and the heat was something you loved. As it was April that would only mean ‘The Hall of Fame’ was coming up in a few day and you and your long term boyfriend Seth had gone out to buy outfits for this oh so special occasion.

The shops where pretty busy and it had only just turned 1PM. “Ya know I have no clue what to wear!” You mumbled as Seth casually draped an arm over your shoulder.The pair of you browsed over countless clothing items. “How about this?” Seth asked, you could here the grin in his voice as you looked up to see probably the most ugliest thing you could have ever laid eyes on. You raised an eyebrow and gave him a disapproving look before you both burst out laughing. “Eww it looks like my grandma’s curtains” you giggled. Seth turned around and went back to looking for him.

After a good thirty more minutes you both had a few options in your arms. “To the dressing rooms!” You yelled like a child and dragged your boyfriend till you where outside the rooms.

Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned in an hour and after countless outfits tried on by the pair of you there was nothing you could agree on, “I’m not wearing that dress!” You whined for what felt like the 90th time as Seth tried to get you to say yes to some dress that you hated, “Well them I’m not wearing that tie!” He grumbled back. “Fine be like that” you huffed and walked away, your boyfriend calling after you and you ringing up Bayley. “Hey girl,” you cheered down the phone “wanna help me pick out a dress for The Hall of Fame?”

Two more hours had passed and you and your best friend Bayley had finally got a cute black dress with lace top and long tight skirt with a slit down the side. “God you look amazing!” The younger girl squeaked and hugged you. “So what happened with you and Rollins?” You let out an uneasy laugh “well..” You started, Bayley cut you off obviously knowing that you didn’t wanna talk about it. “Its okay it doesn’t matter!” The pair of you smiled and walked out the shop and off to hang out.

The night of the Hall of Fame had come around and you had stayed at Bayley’s house, you tried to talk to Seth once but it just made everything worse. There was an awkward tension as you met up with your boyfriend to walk the red carpet. “You look stunning” Seth whispered in your ear as you posed for a picture. “Thanks” you whispered as you smiled, “See you have the tie I told ya to get.. looks good.” You winked “I’m sorry ‘bout the other night.” You finished, turning around and giving Seth a quick kiss on the cheek, “Its fine, I’m sorry too” Seth mumbled and you both let out a little laugh ready for the night to start.

anonymous asked:

6 or 7 with tree bros

Enjoy!

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“Finally you picked up! I tried calling like ten times.” Connor sighed. He’d been trying to reach Evan all day but waited until after school. Connor was having what some would call a ‘me’ day. But really he was just skipping out on school to take a break. You needed that once in a while.

“I’m sorry!” Evan squeaked. “It’s just been a stressful day.” Evan admitted. It hadn’t been the best day for his anxiety and he didn’t feel up to talking on the phone even if it was to his boyfriend.

“What happened?” Connor was concerned immediately. “Where are you?! Are you hurt?!” He hoped nothing too bad happened to Evan. He also prayed Evan didn’t do anything stupid.

“Oh! I-I’m fine, just tired.” Evan told him. “I’m at Jared’s, were watching his sister and doing some homework.” Evan said.

Connor let out a sigh of relief. “You worry me sometimes Hansen.” Connor told his boyfriend.

“I know but I’m okay, really.” Evan smiled. “I wasn’t earlier but that’s a conversation for another day.” Evan sighed.

“Alright, I’ll let you get back to work.” Connor said. “Call me if you need me Evan, I love you.” Connor smiled softly. He truly did love Evan, more than anything on this planet/

“I will, and I love you too.”

got-sonyeondan  asked:

Oh, great!! Can I request a fic with you (default female corrin/kamui) and Takumi, where it's angsty but ends with cute fluff pls? ;v; I ships~

   Takumi thought his heart would beat of out of his chest. He’d had nightmares of this moment, each one happening differently, but every result ending the same. And now it was happening right in front of his eyes.

   Everything just looked like it was moving in slow motion – Ryoma cutting down an enemy warrior, Saizo and Kagero fighting with a Faceless monster, Hinoka and Sakura herding off the wounded, and you, you were at the forefront of the attack, a sword blade sticking right out of your back.

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tammi-dawdles  asked:

Hiiii! Good luck on your blog! May I request a sfw scenario about Jushiro finding out that it was his s/o that was once his secret admirer and left him love letters? And they're super embarrassed about it because they're not seen as the lovey-dovey type?

Gaah, Jushiro, my love! What a wholesome ask, of course I can do that! He’s second only to Shunsui in my eyes, but it’s a close second. Oh, this was so cute. I could feel myself melting into a puddle when I was done! Thank you for the well wishes! I really hope you like it!

It had taken months of careful planning–of placing notes where Captain Ukitake would find them, of roping his lieutenant into helping you hide them, and telling you when he would be out on an errand. Each time you left a letter, it was usually accompanied by a delicate lily of some kind (it varied in color, depending on the content of the letter), and was tied with a ribbon of your favorite color. Perhaps that was what gave you away…

In the end, the letters, and flowers, and general sneakiness weren’t necessary. Nearly caught in the act of leaving yet another love note on the captain’s desk, he’d arrived just after you’d entered his office. Startled–that damn old man and his talent for hiding his spirit energy–you hid the note in the sleeve of your shihakusho as you spun around, flashing him a sheepish smile. You had apologized, stating that you thought he was inside, but realized a little too late that that wasn’t the case. Being the huge sweetheart that was he, he waved it off like no big deal, pinning you with that gorgeous warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners with genuine tenderness, and your heart melted into a puddle of goo.

He was just too much, all smiles and kindness, a contrast to your slightly rougher exterior. Hell, the love letters weren’t even really your thing, but the thought of being upfront and blunt about your feelings made you so nervous you thought you would pass out. But looking into Jushiro’s beautiful green eyes, so forgiving and trusting in that moment, you couldn’t keep your feelings bottled up any longer, and they came out in a rush that you weren’t initially sure was decipherable.

“I-I-I like you!” you stuttered out. “Wou–Would you consider having lunch with me?” Color flooded your cheeks instantly, burning, and you couldn’t keep your eyes on him anymore. Your gaze shifted to the floor as you willed it to open up and swallow you whole–it would likely be less nerve-wracking than your current situation.

You could practically feel Jushiro’s eyes boring into your soul, and the gentle shuffle of his feet was much too loud in your red-tipped ears as he stepped toward you. Soft, caring fingers found themselves under you chin, gingerly easing you up. You resisted.

“___,” Jushiro said gently, “would you look at me? Please?”

Eventually you did, after much coaxing, and he happily agreed to your offer. You’d been happy as clams ever since, lunch becoming a near daily commitment, something you both looked forward to. While you remained virtually unchanged, Jushiro was all sweet words, gentle, loving caresses, and smiles when he was with you. Of course you were happy as well, even though you weren’t as verbally affectionate as he was. Your actions spoke for your feelings more than your words, and that was just fine with you both. He appreciated that you doted on him in your own subtle ways. Everything was going great…until today.

When you arrived at the Thirteenth Division barracks, Rukia greeted you as per usual, giving you a knowing wink that you ignored. There was absolutely nothing that could dampen your mood when you were on your way to see Jushiro. You had your lunch in your hands, thinking about how hungry you were as you slid the door to his office open–

To reveal him reading an extremely familiar looking piece of stationary, a ribbon dangling from where his hand gripped the letter. Your eyes widened, already knowing that he had figured it out.. Jushiro was a smart man. Your face flushed red, all the way to the tips of your ears and down your chest, as he turned to you with a knowing smile. You wondered exactly where that thing had popped up from, but couldn’t find an answer.

“Darling, were these from you?” he asked, holding your letter a little higher. Damn that thing! You should have trashed when you got the chance, but you had given so much thought and care into the thing that it would’ve been a waste, even if Jushiro never read it.

Well, now that he had, and he knew your secret, there was no turning back. That didn’t make you any less embarrassed, however. You gulped, but couldn’t form any words, and your mouth opened and closed with a snap. Jushiro looked over the moon.

“’I have a feeling that I can comprehend, In my deepest thoughts you’re more than just a friend… … I’ll love you tomorrow, I’ll love you today. I’ll love you forever, And forever always.’ Did you write this for me?” Oh, damn. When he looked at you like that, like you were the most precious thing to exist in this world, you couldn’t deny it.

But you would try.

“N-No! That’s not–! It was–! U-Um…”

“Those letters were all from you?” he pressed, still giving you that disarming smile. He eased his way closer to you, careful not to startle you because he knew how you were. Oh, and did he love the look on your face. It was so cute, he didn’t know what to do with himself. Your eyes wide, cheeks a rather impressive shade of pink, lips pursed trying to find your words; it made his heart sing. For your part, you couldn’t look him in the eye, and instead stared at his chest, trying to calm your racing heartbeat. 

“I truly enjoyed those letters,” Jushiro murmured. “Every time I found a new one, it would brighten my day. I even kept the flowers until they wilted, because they were special to me.”

Slowly, you brought your gaze back up to his face, and you could have died. His expression was so tender, so full of love that your breath hitched in your throat, and if it were possible your face flushed even darker.

“You’re embarrassed,” Jushiro chuckled. In the next moment, your face was in his hands, and he was giving you softest kiss you thought you’d ever had. “I really should have noticed sooner. The letters stopped coming the day you asked me to lunch, and this ribbon–” he held it up “–it’s your favorite color.”

“W-Well, I–” You looked down again, but Jushiro wouldn’t let you stay that way. He pulled your face back up, nuzzling your noses together, coercing you into answering. “I never intended for you to find out…”

Jushiro blinked. “Why not?”

“Because… It’s embarrassing… It’s not really my thing, you know…”

“But you do feel that way?” He raised an eyebrow. Even though you knew he was teasing, you still panicked.

“Of course I do!” you assured him. Then, quieter, “I wouldn’t have written you those letters if I didn’t…”

You refused to make eye contact while Jushiro pondered you, and you were suddenly wrapped up in another toe-curling kiss that made your knees turn to jelly.

“’Your words touch my heart, Whispers of truth reflections, With fingers of love.’”

You wet your lips with your tongue, gazing up at him, then let out a small laugh. “How long have you been working on that one?”

“Hm… From about when I found your last letter.” He smiled, and wrapped you up in his tight embrace. “By that point, I knew enough that it came to me quite easily.”

“Heh, you’re much better at poetry than I am, then. That poem took me weeks…” Hiding your face in his broad chest, you breathed in his scent as you circled your arms around his torso.

“I love you, ___,” he whispered in your ear. 

There was just no end to the cavity-inducing sweetness that was Jushiro Ukitake, and it wasn’t good for your heart, either. That man learned a new way to make you swoon with every passing day.

“I love you, too,” you replied without looking up, holding him a little tighter when he tried to see your face.

“Are you ever going to come out of hiding, my love?” he inquired, gently teasing again.

You shook you head.

“I see…”

Seeing as how you were already dying, he didn’t see the harm in picking you up and walking your lunch date out to the gardens. There, you sat under the tree that overlooked the koi pond, perched in his lap with your face buried in his neck, until your heart was calm enough to handle peering up at his handsome face. The surprisingly sneaky Jushiro stole a kiss from your pouted lips, making the color return to your cheeks once again.

He was going to be the death of you, and you were entirely okay with that.

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Credit where credit is due, the poems are not mine. I’m terrible at poetry. The first one is titled “My True Love” by Hailey L. Sturgill. I took only the first and last verses of her poem. The second, the haiku, has no title, and is by someone from twitter with the handle @purelovenergy. Thank you!

100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 5

Great team work, amigos. Here’s is part 5! 

  1. “Why is there a naked Ken Barbie doll tied up in your room?” “Goddammit, ____! I told you not to go in there!”
  2. “No Candice, I am NOT selling you my soul again.”
  3. “why is the fairy holding a gun.”
  4. “Jesus Christ on a boat made of crackers, what are you doing outside of the pod ship again?”
  5. “WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT” “He said I couldn’t… and I thought it was a challenge…”
  6. “How the fuck did you dye the ocean ORANGE?!”
  7. “Why are the roses green?”
  8. “Great, you made death angry.”
  9. ”この___だ!”
  10. “That better be a press on tattoo.”
  11. “If you only listened to the nature, you could learn more than humans ever passed to us.”
  12. “So, we’re dead?” “Well, kind of… yeah.”
  13. “Remind me again why you have a centaur tied up in your truck?”
  14. “Can you stop staring into my soul every time we meet? I feel exposed.”
  15. “You do realize that he wasn’t breathing when he spoke to us, right?”
  16. “I liked you better when you where possessed by that demon friend of yours”
  17. “You’re absolutely in love with him and have been for at least 2 years if you don’t go tell him how you feel I swear to god I will”
  18. “There are worse things in life than death.” “Nobody asked you,Lucifer.” “Just saying.”
  19. “Well, it’s wonderful that you’re having a sexuality crisis, but in case you forgot, we’re kind of in the middle of STOPPING THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT!”
  20. “Why is there a horse crashing on our couch?” “Oh, that’s Satan.”
  21. “Why would I hang out with you? You’re so incompetent! Your sacrifice to the faeries was so insufficient!”
  22. “Where the hell did the dragon go?! He was right here!”
  23. “Ok, the recipie calls for two cups of lemon and a cup of sugar, but all I see are cough syrup and battery acid…”
  24. “What do you mean today’s not a Tuesday?!”
  25. “So everyone on Earth had the same dream as me?”
  26. “you know what will solve that? Scotch.”
  27. “I didn’t ask for this!” “… you didn’t?”
  28. “How is it that the least likely outcome is always the outcome I receive?!” “You should go buy a lottery ticket.”
  29. “Guys, i know you’re all busy, but if any of you wants the dinner done, i will need my arm back”
  30. “Of COURSE I care about you. That’s why I sold your soul on the black market.”
  31. “JOHN I AM BEGINNING TO QUESTION THE VALIDITY OF YOUR PLAN” “AS AM I ALEX, AS AM I”
  32. “What?”
  33. “I will take the concept of my rage, transform it into a physical weapon, and use it to BEAT YOU TO DEATH!”
  34. “Did you really HAD to slap the shark?!” “I mean… If you want me to kick it-”
  35. “I don’t care, your tamagotchi dying is not an excuse to wake me up before noon!”
  36. “You are telling me that the socks with hearts that I’ve been mocking since the first day you arrived are, in fact, what keep you alive?” “Yes!” “What?”
  37. “So you really want me to believe that you’re actually from the future?”
  38. “Dude. What have you done. Now we HAVE TO save those aliens!”
  39. “Can you just stop?” “God no, why would I do that?”
  40. “Hey at least I get laid doing it”
  41. “While that’s a lovely story, it doesn’t quite explain the fires.”
  42. “Dude, please tell me that you planned to deal with her guardian angel when you killed her.”
  43. “That’s such a stupid idea… let’s do it.”
  44. “What do you MEAN this just HAPPENS?!” “All the time, actually.”
  45. “I swear, one day you’ll kill us both.” “Oh please, I’ve never been that reckless.” “…” “That was ONE TIME!”
  46. “Why did you buy a nuke?!” “Why wouldn’t I? It was on sale”
  47. “I am fueled purely by rage and instant coffee.”
  48. “How are you a million years old, bit you can’t even remember who George Washington is?”
  49. “Because I gave not, a single shit.”
  50. “Is that a marijuana? In my good  Christian suburbs?!”
  51. “WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT KILLING PEOPLE?? YOU NEVER USE THE DRAGON, YOU IDIOT”
  52. “I don’t care if he’s a unicorn, NO ONE EATS MY MINI EGGS!”
  53. “Jesus Christ Lewis! *Again* with the Snails?” “It’s Thursday! You said Thursday’s were okay!”
  54. “Here’s a story for you. I woke up in Vegas as a makeup guru. I was REALLY drunk.”
  55. “If all your friends jumped off a cliff would you…WAIT, NO IT WAS A JOKE, STOP!”
  56. “You’re kinda like hitchhiking Ghost Busters, aren’t you?”
  57. “For gods sake, ditch the fanny pack”
  58. “Take the tomato!” “No, I don’t want the tomato” “JUST TAKE THE TOMATO”
  59. “‘That’s no moon!’ Everyone  remembered Jimmy’s words that night as he scolded his friends for half-heartedly pulling their pants down.”
  60. “WHY IS THERE A BEAR IN MY BATHROOM”
  61. “Can you believe it?” “Just barely.”  "Man, I never thought he would ACTUALLY throw the chair.“
  62. "What did you THINK girl scout cookies were made of?”
  63. “Really? That’s not what I heard from Mrs. Sanchez across the hall!”   “Mom she’s literally a possessed cow, why do you listen to her?”
  64. “You got the rubber chicken, cheese whiz, and dish soap?” “Yep” “Ok, let’s do this!”
  65. “Are you building a life-sized Godzilla at 3am again?”
  66. “Don’t get pissy at me, YOU’RE the one who didn’t say what kind of tea bags to get for the clown!”
  67. "So YOU’RE the guy the math textbooks warned us about.”
  68. “Where’s our cat?” “I thought you were responsible for it?..”
  69. “What do you mean I’m half demon”
  70. “why are you duct taping a cat to the ceiling?” “aesthetic.”
  71. “Hope is a lie. So is philosophy, morality, language in general, the sky, dogs, and about a third of the population of Michigan.”
  72. “So let me get this straight. You filled a Darth Vader costume… With cats?”
  73. “How did I die this time?” “Well, it was pretty quick. I missed it, but from what I can tell, you convinced an entire school of 4000 people to throw watermelons at you all at the same time.” “…And?” “The impact of the watermelons threw you back a couple hundred kilometers and you landed in the ocean…inside the mouth of a particularly hungry shark.” “Goddamn it I wanted this death to be metal!”
  74. “Yesterday I learned that my childhood friend was a demon.”
  75. “Please tell me you said 'What bothers me most.’ "Yes? What the hell did you think I said?” Well….it kinda sounded like “His father’s meatloaf.’
  76. "Goddammit, why won’t you die?!”  "I DON’T FUCKING KNOW! “
  77. "I’d appreciate it if you fucking stopped, thanks.”
  78. “What the hell is this?” “It’s jello, you eat it”
  79. "You didn’t” “I did and I made them watch”
  80. "Why in the hell did you think this was a good idea?” “Look, YOU try saying 'No’ to not just a primordial deity, but my little sister as well.” “…Ok, you got me there.”
  81. “How do you know that it’s supposed to look like this?”
  82. “Are you making *tea*?!” “Well what else am I supposed to do?” “I don’t know maybe STOP THE MONSTER THATS RIGHT IN FRONT OF US!!”
  83. “Why are you in a dress?” “Lucifer wanted to have a tea party. You don’t say no to Lucifer”
  84. “So you’re telling me that aliens invaded while I was on vacation?”
  85. “I appreciate the gesture but I prefer my horses fried rather than alive.”
  86. *whining* “But Mooommm, I don’t want to save the woooorrld!”
  87. “Now I know not to cry there”
  88. “What if we DIDNT kill the king every Thursday” “Good idea we’ll kill him on Fridays instead.”
  89. “So you’re a zombie now?” “I guess I am” “So what are you gonna do about it?” “*shrug* I don’t know….”
  90. “I guess you weren’t joking when you said that the world is ruled by ants”
  91. “When I die, tell everyone 'I told you so.’”
  92. “You’re not real… You’re only in those silly books!” “Correction, my dear, you’re the fictional one.”
  93. “There was no 'free pie’ you moron! You stole it!”
  94. “Okay, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that my pet rock has gained sentience, just like we planned! The bad news is that it turns out he’s evil and is currently building a rock army with the intent of taking over the world. aaaand, he’s trying to get Mt. Everest on his side.”
  95. “Why is our baby on a wanted poster?”
  96. “Zombies are people too, Mom!”
  97. “… I’m gonna go for it. Hold my head for me real quick, and don’t put it on a mannequin like you did last time.”
  98. “Fascinating… I was unaware that was physically plausible.” “I know right.”
  99. “ACHOO!” “Bless you.” “No sorry, that won’t work on me.”
  100. “Bye, Felicia. Take you and your cat ears! GO!”

Prepare yourselves, because starting from tomorrow we will be making ‘100 Prompts That Will Make You Cry’ lists. Hope you enjoy this one. Which prompt do you like the most?

Fun ML Fic Idea I Don’t Have Time For;
  • Chloe and Alya are forced to hide together during an Akuma attack. Metaphorical fur flies.

  • At the end of the attack, Ladybug unknowingly hides in the same spot, completely unaware the girls are there, and detransforms.

  • Marinette Dupain-Cheng leaves as casually as you please. Alya and Chloe have a mental breakdown.

  • Alya then comes to the realization that not only is her SUPERHERO IDOL her BEST FRIEND, but said best friend’s bully now knows her secret identity.

  • Cue Mama Bear Alya.

  • Chloe does NOT take the accusation that she’d blab Ladybug’s secret identity well, at all.

  • (I mean, yeah, she’s a little horrified that Marinette is Ladybug, but LADYBUG is Marinette and like hell is she gonna endanger her hero)

  • Especially since Alya runs a blog dedicated to finding out Ladybug’s secret identity. Which she now knows.

  • Alya takes the accusation that SHE’D blab even worse than Chloe does.

  • “-And besides! I’m her best friend! I’m probably the FIRST person Marinette would trust with a secret like this! I mean, she’d tell me before she told YOU!”

  • “Oh? Wanna bet, Cesaire?”

  • Somehow, Chloe and Alya end up in a weird competition where they’re trying to prove to Marinette that she can TOTALLY trust them with her biggest secret, without actually telling her that they already know what that secret is.

  • Marinette is confused (and slightly terrified of both of them after a while).
Klance Recs #2

A Kiss is a Kiss (But it’s never like this) by GibbousLunation (PG, 25k)
Summary: “How does this keep happening to us, every time.” Lance grumbled.

“You’d think they’d stop sending us on away missions,” he agreed. Honestly, between the poisonous plants of their last planet, and Lance’s tendency to always end up on the business end of every blaster or pointy ended stick, Allura was just being inefficient at this point.

Or, five times Keith kissed Lance but the situation was less than ideal, and one time Lance finally kissed him back. [5+1 Times]

supermassive black hole by epiproctan (NC-17, 7k)
Summary: Keith has always known that he wasn’t going to get what he truly wants out of the arrangement, but he also hadn’t ever imagined that it would just…end.

aka that classic fic where lance wants to stop hooking up but keith wants something else entirely [Friends with Benefits, Mutual Pining]

you never stood a chance by kagshina (PG, 12k)
Summary: lance to hunk ♡
>i’m gonna fukin die hunk oh mygod i sent
>keith a work out selfie that i wan supposed to fcukin send to you and you know what it said
>”BET YOU WANNA LICK THESE NIPS”
>HUNK I WILL NEVE BE ABLE TO FCE HIM AGAIN I WANT TO DI E

(Or, Keith is beautiful, Lance has a crush, and there’s lots of shirtless selfies) [College AU/Snapchat]

Love and Other Questions by squirenonny (PG, 46.6k, WIP)
Summary: One week after news of the Kerberos disaster broke, Pidge receives a new Mark–proof that Matt is still alive. She breaks into the Garrison to find him, only to find herself caught up in the fight for the fate of the universe.

Keith keeps his arms covered so he doesn’t have to watch Shiro’s scars compounding on his skin–but doing so means cutting off contact with his romantic soulmate, who greets him each morning with a new (and terrible) pickup line.

Shiro and Matt thought they were the luckiest people alive when they found out they were going to Kerberos together. But Shiro hasn’t seen Matt’s untidy scrawl on his arm in almost a year, and he has no idea if his soulmate is even still alive.

[Canonverse Soulmate AU with romantic and platonic soulmates (and some gray areas in between)] [Soulmates and Soulmate Marks, WIP]

Save a Horse (But Also Spare the Cowboy) by Mytay (PG, 0.8k)
Summary: “Keith, did you just break out your Texas for me? Did you just make a space cowboy pun for me?”

“No. Also, the fact that bad jokes turn you on explains so much.”
[Space Cowboys]

Seven Minutes by LanceMcLame (PG, 2.2k)
Summary: Pidge never should have mentioned sleepovers to Allura.

That was the only thought in Lance’s mind right now, as he tried to make himself comfortable on the awkward nest of blankets, pillows, and sleeping bags. This was all Pidge’s fault. They’d offhandedly mentioned something about having a sleepover party once with their friends, and Allura had immediately picked up on the idea, insisting that it’d be “an excellent team-building opportunity”. And that was how the five Paladins of Voltron and the two Alteans had ended up building a sort of fort in the bridge of the Castle of Lions, and playing the most heinous game known to mankind.

Truth or Dare. [Team Bonding]

Your Love Has Shown Me Proof by freshia (PG, 22.4k)
Summary: “This situation is a bit more complicated than we initially realized.”

Lance raises an eyebrow, but Pidge is the one to question that. “Define complicated.”

Allura takes no more time beating around the bush, “Well, I received a transmission. Keith and Lance–from the future, that is–would like to have their daughter back.”

or: Lance and Keith deal with a walking spoiler, in the form of a little girl who just wants to get back to her own home. [Time Travel, Kid Fic]

dynamic by kagshina (PG, 13.5k, WIP)
Summary: “So, uh,” Keith starts, and Lance notices the way he shifts, like he’s not quite sure how to say what he wants to say. “How are we gonna…do this?”

Before answering the question, Lance makes a quick list in his head of things he should never do:
Ask the boy he has a huge crush on to be his fake boyfriend for the sake of proving a point (even if Lance thinks he’s going to say no, because apparently he might actually say yes!) [Fake/Pretend Relationship, WIP]

You stole a BABY?! by genericfanatic (PG, 24.3k)
Summary: The castle ship has a new stowaway, and Keith and Lance must figure out how to take care of them without alerting the rest of the crew. [Kid Fic, Accidental Baby Acquisition]

Rushing To Say Nothing by LynnLarsh (NC-17, 36.7k)
Summary: “What the hell was that?” Keith says, sounding strangely pissed. Probably jealous; whatever happened, Lance is a lucky son of a bitch and Keith knows it.

Coran clears his throat before answering, and when Lance finally pulls his eyes away from the crowd, that purplish blush from earlier has increased to a noticeable shade of violet across his cheeks. “It seems our boy Lance here has just been propositioned by the local brothel.”

A.k.a. That time Lance went into an alien brothel to prove a point and came out perhaps a little too enlightened.

The Little Things by fairietailed (G, 1.6k)
Summary: On Friday Hunk can hear the two of them behind him as they walk to the control room, and he swears he hears something akin to a kiss, and Keith whispering.

“That’s 10-7, Cargo Pilot. Try catching up.”

When Hunk turns around Lance is bright red, and there’s a foot of space between him and Keith.Or maybe he’s imagining things? [Secret Relationship]

Marital Mayhem by genello (PG, 26k, WIP)
Summary: Cornered by the Galra, Lance and Keith find shelter in a local temple. There’s just one problem—the natives seem to think the two of them are engaged. [Fake/Pretend Relationship, WIP]

Burning Love by TeaAndKittens (NC-17, 7k, WIP)
Summary: An injury sustained on the job for firefighter Keith means an extended medical leave that makes him feel useless and angry. He’s so desperate to get back to his crew at Station 5 that he’s almost willing to try anything - except yoga. Especially after Hunk calls this friend of his that owns a yoga studio and Keith gets supporting evidence for his claim that only crazy people practice yoga.

Somehow, despite all of that, Hunk and Shiro manage to bully him into at least trying it. He shows up for that first class expecting to hate it. What he’s not expecting is for Hunk’s friend to be hot like the fire of a thousand suns. Or even more insane in person.

Or: Keith’s life. So Hard. [Firefighter/Yoga Instructor AU, WIP]

if you’re ready by rhapsodyinpink (PG so far, 2k, WIP)
Summary: “Why was I wearing a wedding veil?” Lance asks, eyes narrowing in confusion.

“Oh wait..wait, shit! Shit! Did I marry a hot babe last night? Talk about a wild birthday!” Lance crows, waving his arms with glee.

“No,” says Keith. “You married me.”

In which the paladins visit Las Vegas for Lance’s 21st birthday, Keith and Lance get married, Allura goes missing, Pidge gets arrested, and Shiro goes to the spa. [Accidentally Married in Vegas - still in universe not au! WIP]

Dancing for Voltron and Follow My Lead by The_Sickfic_Sideblog (PG, 2k total)
Summary: Lance has a hidden talent. It’s not hidden for long. [Dance Skills Lance]

Seven Days by MilkTeaMiku (NR, 63.5k, Series)
Summary: The Galra has a new weapon that de-ages the Paladins into babies for a week. [De-aged/Kid Fic]

Thank God For Hometowns by merycula (thanksillpass) (PG, 6.5k)
Summary: Lance tells his grandparents that he has a boyfriend to get them off his back, and is forced to ask his neighbor Keith to pretend to date him when they come with a visit. [Fake Dating]

seeing him for the first time (again) by breadpoetsociety (G, 1.5k)
Summary: “Who are you?” Keith demanded, excitedly putting his free hand to his cheek. “What’s your name?”

“Eat the cracker, Keith.”

“Did god send you? Are you an angel?” Keith didn’t look very frightened as this concept of being dead worked its way out of him. Lance ran a hand through his own hair, smiling wryly.

“Please, eat the cracker, Keith.”

“What’s your name?” Keith’s voice cracked, desperately, excitedly. “Please. Who are you?”

“My name is Lance,” Lance paused, nerves sitting uncomfortably in the bottom of his stomach– deep, in the part he never searched. He licked his lips and ran a hand through his unwashed hair. “I’m, um, I’m your fiancé.” [Amnesia]

On Thin Ice 
by Minadora (R, 150k, WIP)
Summary: This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater. [Ice Hockey/Figure Skater AU]

"It's for the city, Eric..."

A bit of back story:
I’m the dm for my newly started group, and im starting each player with a solo session to get them use to the world and to give them a good grounds for how they got together. When I got to the rogue’s session he was having a blast. He started with looking for a bounty for a smuggler and found out that his bounty was apart of a crew that found “Black Dust” (Gunpowder) and the smuggler lost it all.
He then goes to his contact who is a sadistic slave owner, whom he got out of trouble with his own bounty with the help of the rogue, and saw him torture a pair of elf slaves who were sisters (This is important later on he found out). And something about the rogue, he likes to give his victims three options, the first is to turn them in for the alive bounty, the second is to collect dead bounty, and the last is to hide the person with the bounty for double the price.

Anyway, so the main adventure is done, and the rogue helped out a famous pirate captain with finding his lost blackdust, this is them talking in the captain’s office.

Dragonborn Captain: “Right, so here is ye payment. Have to say boy, you really helped us out.”

Half-elf Rogue: “It’s no big deal, I got my payment that’s all that matters.”

DC: “Indeed, but before you go, I have something to ask of ye.”

HR: “Hm? Sure, what is it?”

DC: “You see, I was adopted into a half-elf family… I haven’t seen my two sisters in sometime, and I be worried.”

HR: (Worried about where this is going.) “…I- I see… I suppose i can try to find them… do you know where they were last?”

DC: “On this island actually, they went to work as models for this one painter named (Contact’s name), I’ve been meaning to see them myself but with all this business as of late…”

HR: (Sweating like a pig) “Oh…. um… I don’t know the guy, i’ll be happy to look around for them… But, just a question, what would you do if you found out that something happened to them…?”

DC: (Without missing a beat and way to cheerfully) “Oh, just raid the city in search for the bastard and murder anyone who got in my way, nothing too drastic.”

Later on, after the Rogue found his contact’s place and found out one of the sisters was dead, the other missing a leg.

HR: “Shit! Do you know where Eric (Contact) is?”

Slave: “W-why? P-please don’t tell me you’re here to torture me too…”

HR: “No! Your brothe-”

Eric: “FRIEND! It’s good to see you again! I knew you wanted some blood shed on this worthless piece of meat!”

A long pause, with the Rogue just staring at his contact.

HR: “Eric, I have three options for you…”

Eric, who knows what’s going on when he says that: “… Friend, please, i’ll pay you double…”

HR: “I kinda lied about the third option this time.”

Eric: “Why, you know i’m good on the money!”

HR: “IT’S FOR THE CITY, ERIC. I FUCKING LIVE HERE!”

Study buddy (Smut)

I often imagine Sehun being the Flirt Master who can get any girl… 

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 5543 words

Warning: Rough sex, Public sex, Dirty-Dirty talk, Voyeurism

AU: College!AU


Study buddy

Four standard assumptions of perfectly competitive models – One. Economies of scale are… small relative… to the size of the… market. Two. Output… is homogenous. Three. Information… is… soft- and… fluffy. Four. I want to marry you… sweet, cuddly turtle-bunny-cushion. Something hits the elbow you’re leaning your head upon and you shoot up, slightly panicking. Shit. You had fallen asleep. It was only for a minute; you defend yourself in your mind. Nobody saw you, right?

You lift your hands to rub your eyes but stop yourself in the nick of time. You have almost forgotten that you are wearing black eyeliner and mascara. Thank God you remembered just in time – It would have been a catastrophe if you didn’t.

You look around, pinching your eyes a few times instead and examining the endless array of tables that is populated with college students and their college books, notebooks, markers and pencils. During the exam periods, it’s difficult to find a spot left empty. Outside the College library, there’s typically a line of students waiting to claim a seat, even at this unholy hour of nine pm.

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Full Esquire Interview - CHRIS EVANS IS READY TO FIGHT

“HIS SUCCESS AS CAPTAIN AMERICA HAS MADE CHRIS EVANS ONE OF HOLLYWOOD’S SURE THINGS, WHICH MEANS HE CAN DO WHATEVER HE WANTS WITH HIS FREE TIME. SO WHY JUMP OUT OF AIRPLANES AND GET INTO IT WITH DAVID DUKE?

BY MAXIMILLIAN POTTERMAR 15, 2017


The Canadian commandos are the first to jump. Our plane reaches an altitude of about eight thousand feet; the back door opens. Although it’s a warm winter day below in rural southern California, up here, not so much. In whooshes freezing air and the cold reality that this is actually happening. Out drop the eight commandos, all in black-and-red camouflage, one after the other. For them it’s a training exercise, and Jesus, these crazy bastards are stoked. The last Canuck to exit into the nothingness is a freakishly tall stud with a crew cut and a handlebar mustache; just before he leaps, he flashes a smile our way. Yeah, yeah, we get it: You’re a badass.

Moments later, the plane’s at ten thousand feet, and the next to go are a Middle Eastern couple in their late thirties. These two can’t wait. They are ecstatic. Skydiving is clearly a thing for them. Why? I can’t help thinking. Is it like foreplay? Do they rush off to the car after landing and get it on in the parking lot? They give us the thumbs-up and they’re gone.

Just like that, we’re at 12,500 feet and it’s our turn. Me and Chris Evans, recognized throughout the universe as the star of the Marvel-comic-book-inspired Captain America and Avengers movies. The five films in the series, which began in 2011 with Captain America: The First Avenger, have grossed more than $4 billion.

The two of us, plus four crew members, are the only ones left in the back of the plane. Over the loud drone of the twin propellers, one of the crew members shouts, "Okay, who’s going first?”

Evans and I are seated on benches opposite each other. Neither of us answers. I look at him; he looks at me. I feel like I’ve swallowed a live rat. Evans is over there, all Captain America cool, smiling away.

While we were waiting to board the plane, Evans told me that as he lay in bed the night before, “I started exploring the sensation of ‘What if the chute doesn’t open?’. . .”

Oh, did you now?

“. . .Those last minutes where you know.” As in you know you’re going to fatally splat. “You’re not gonna pass out; you’re gonna be wide awake. So what? Do I close my eyes? Hopefully, it would be quick. Lights out. I fucking hope it would be quick. And then I was like, if you’re gonna do it, let’s just pretend there is no way this is going to go wrong. Just really embrace it and jump out of that plane with gusto.” Evans also shared that he’d looked up the rate of skydiving fatalities. “It’s, like, 0.006 fatalities per one thousand jumps. So I figure our odds are pretty good.”

Again the crew member shouts, “Who’s going first?”

Again I look at Evans; again he looks at me. The rat is running circles in my belly.

I look at Evans; he looks at me.

Another crew member asks, “So whose idea was this, anyway?”


That’s an excellent question.

I ask Evans the same thing when we first meet, the evening before our jump, at his house. He lives atop the Hollywood Hills, in a modern-contemporary ranch in the center of a Japanese-style garden. The place has the vibe of an L.A. meditation retreat—there’s even a little Buddha statue on the front step.

The dude who opens the front door is in jeans, a T-shirt, and Nikes; he has on a black ball cap with the NASA logo, and his beard is substantial enough that for a second it’s hard to be sure this is the same guy who plays the baby-faced superhero. Our handshake in the doorway is interrupted when his dog rockets toward my crotch. Evans is sorry about that.

We do the small-talk thing. Evans is from a suburb of Boston, one of four kids raised by Dad, a dentist, and Mom, who ran a community theater. The point is, he’s a Patriots fan, and with Super Bowl LI, between the Pats and the Falcons, just a few days away at the time, it’s about the only thing on his mind. You bet your Sam Adams–guzzling ass he’s going to the game in Houston. “Oh my God,” he says, doing a little dance. “I can’t believe it’s this weekend.”

Like any self-respecting Pats fan, Evans is super-wicked pissed at NFL commissioner Roger Goodell.

Evans won’t be rolling to SB LI with a posse of Beantown-to-Hollywood A-listers like Mark Wahlberg, Matt Damon, and Ben Affleck. For the record, he’s never met Damon, and his only interaction with Wahlberg was a couple years ago at a Patriots event. Evans has, however, humiliated himself in front of Affleck.

Around 2006, Evans met with Affleck to talk about Gone Baby Gone, which Affleck was directing. Evans was walking down a hallway, looking for the room where they were supposed to meet. Walking by an open office, he heard Affleck, in that thick Boston accent of his, shout, “There he is!” (Evans does a perfect Affleck impersonation.)

By then, Evans had hit the big time for his turn as the Human Torch, Johnny Storm, in 2005’s Fantastic Four, but he still got starstruck. As he tells it, “First thing I say to him: 'Am I going to be okay where I parked?’ He was like, 'Where did you park?’ I said, 'At a meter.’ And he was like, 'Did you put money in the meter?’ And I said, 'Yep.’ And he says, 'Well, I think you’ll be okay.’ I was like, this is off to a great fucking start.” Stating the obvious here: Evans did not get the part.

No, Evans will be heading to the Super Bowl with his brother and three of his closest buddies. Like any self-respecting Pats fan, Evans is super-wicked pissed at NFL commissioner Roger Goodell for imposing that suspension on Tom Brady for Deflategate. Grabbing two beers from a fridge that’s otherwise basically empty, Evans says, “I just want to see Goodell hand the trophy to Brady. Goodell. Piece of shit.”

In Evans’s living room, there’s not a single hint of his Captain Americaness. Earth tones, tables that appear to be made of reclaimed wood. Open. Uncluttered. Glass doors open onto a backyard with a stunning view of the Hills. Evans stretches out on one of two couches. I take the other and ask, “Just whose idea was it to jump?” Since we both know whose idea it wasn’t, we both know that what I’m really asking is Why? Why, dude, do you want to jump (with me) from a goddamn airplane? “Yeah,” he says, popping open his beer, “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Settling in on the couch, he groans. Evans explains that he’s hurting all over because he just started his workout routine the day before to get in shape for the next two Captain America films. The movies will be shot back to back beginning in April. After that, no more red- white-and-blue costume for the thirty-five-year-old. He will have fulfilled his contract.

“Yeah,” he says, popping open his beer, “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Back in 2010, Marvel presented Evans with a nine-picture deal. He insisted he’d sign on for no more than six. Some family members thought he was nuts to dial back such a secure and lucrative gig. Evans saw it differently.

It takes five months to shoot a Marvel movie, and when you tack on the promotional obligations for each one, well, shit, man. Evans knew that for as long as he was bound to Captain America, he would have little time to take on other projects. He wanted to direct, he wanted to play other characters—roles that were more human—like the lead in Gifted, which will hit theaters this month. The script had brought him to tears. Evans managed to squeeze the movie in between Captain America and Avengers films.

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In Gifted, Evans stars as Frank Adler. You don’t get much more human than Adler, a grease-under-his-nails boat-engine mechanic living the bachelor life in Florida. After a series of tragic circumstances, Adler becomes a surrogate father to his niece, Mary, a first-grader with the IQ of Einstein. He recognizes that Mary is a little genius, and he does his best to prevent anyone else from noticing. Given the aforementioned circumstances, Adler has witnessed what can happen when a kid with a brilliant mind is pushed too hard too quickly. Then along comes Mary’s teacher. She discovers the child’s gift, and a Kramer vs. Kramer–esque drama ensues.

During a moment in the film when things aren’t going Adler’s way, he sarcastically refers to himself as a “fucking hero.” Evans says the line didn’t lead him to make comparisons between superhero Steve Rogers (aka Captain America) and Everyman hero Frank Adler. But now that you mention it . . . 

“With Steve Rogers,” Evans says, “even though you’re on a giant movie with a huge budget and strange costumes, you’re still on a hunt for the truth of the character.” That said, “with Adler, it’s nice to play someone relatable. I think Julianne Moore said, 'The audience doesn’t come to see you; they come to see themselves.’ Adler is someone you can hold up as a mirror for someone in the audience. They’ll be able to far more easily identify with Frank Adler than Steve Rogers.”

Dodger. That’s the name of Evans’s dog, the one who headbutted my nuts and has since done a marvelous job of making amends by nuzzling against me on the couch. Evans got him while he was filming Gifted; one of the last scenes was shot in an animal shelter in Georgia. Evans had wanted a dog ever since his last pooch died in 2012. Then he found himself walking the aisles of this pound, and there was this mixed-breed boxer, wagging his tail and looking like he belonged with Evans.

Dodger is not exactly a name you’d think a die-hard Boston sports fan would pick. His boys from back home have given him a ton of shit over it. But he has not abandoned his Red Sox for the L.A. team. As a kid, he loved the Disney animated movie Oliver & Company, and his favorite character was Dodger. Anticipating the grief he was going to get from his pals, Evans considered other names. “You could name your dog Doorknob,” he says, “and in a month he’s fucking Doorknob.” Evans’s mom convinced him to go with his gut.

Right around when Evans was wrapping Gifted and heading back to L.A. with Dodger, the 2016 presidential campaign was still in that phase when no one, including the actor—a Hillary Clinton supporter—thought Trump had a shot. He still can’t believe Trump won.

“I feel rage,” he says. “I feel fury. It’s unbelievable. People were just so desperate to hear someone say that someone is to blame. They were just so happy to hear that someone was angry. Hear someone say that Washington sucks. They just want something new without actually understanding. I mean, guys like Steve Bannon—Steve Bannon!—this man has no place in politics.”

Evans has made, and continues to make, his political views known on Twitter. He tweeted that Trump ought to “stop energizing lies,” and he recently ended up in a heated Twitter debate with former KKK leader David Duke over Trump’s pick of Jeff Sessions for attorney general. Duke baselessly accused Evans of being anti-Semitic; Evans encouraged Duke to try love: “It’s stronger than hate. It unites us. I promise it’s in you under the anger and fear.” Making political statements and engaging in such public exchanges is a rather risky thing for the star of Captain America to do. Yes, advisors have said as much to him. “Look, I’m in a business where you’ve got to sell tickets,” he says. “But, my God, I would not be able to look at myself in the mirror if I felt strongly about something and didn’t speak up. I think it’s about how you speak up. We’re allowed to disagree. If I state my case and people don’t want to go see my movies as a result, I’m okay with that.”

Trump. Bannon. Politics. Now Evans is animated. He gets off the couch, walks out onto his porch, and lights a cigarette. “Some people say, 'Don’t you see what’s happening? It’s time to yell,' ” Evans says. “Yeah, I see it, and it’s time for calm. Because not everyone who voted for Trump is going to be some horrible bigot. There are a lot of people in that middle; those are the people you can’t lose your credibility with. If you’re trying to change minds, by spewing too much rhetoric you can easily become white noise.”


Evans has a pretty remarkable “How I got to Hollywood” story.

During his junior year of high school, he knew he wanted to act. He was doing it a lot. In school. At his mom’s theater. He loved it. “When you’re doing a play at thirteen years old and have opening night? None of my friends had opening nights. 'I can’t have a sleepover, guys; I have an opening night tonight.' ”

That same year, he did a two-man play. For all of the twenty-plus plays Evans had done up to that point, preparation meant going home, memorizing lines, and doing a few run-throughs with the cast. However, for this play, Fallen Star, he and his costar would rehearse by running dialogue with each other. Hour upon hour, night after night.

Fallen Star is about two friends, one of whom has just died. As the play opens, one of the characters comes home after the funeral to find his dead friend’s ghost. Evans was the ghost. Waiting backstage on opening night, he knew he didn’t have every line memorized, but he had the essence and emotion of the play down. Onstage, he remembers, “I was saying the lines not because they were memorized but because the play was in me. I was believing what I was saying.”

He was hooked. He wanted to do more of this kind of acting—real acting. He wanted to do films, in which the camera was right on him and he could just be the character, rather than theater, in which an actor must perform to the back of the room.

A family friend who was a television actor advised Evans that if he wanted to go to Hollywood, he needed an agent. Toward the end of his junior year, he had a ballsy request for his parents: If he found an internship with a casting agent in New York City, would they allow him to live there and cover the rent? They agreed. Evans landed a gig with Bonnie Finnegan, who was then working on the television show Spin City.

“I just fucked off. I lost my virginity that year. 1999 was one of the best years of my life.” Until it wasn’t.

Evans chose to intern with a casting agent because he figured he had more of a chance to interact with other agents trying to get auditions for their clients.

The kid was sixteen years old.

Finnegan put Evans on the phone; his responsibilities included setting up appointments for auditions. By the end of the summer, he picked the three agents he had the best rapport with and asked each of them to give him a five-minute audition. All three said yes. After seeing his audition, all three were interested.

Evans went with the one Finnegan recommended, Bret Adams, who told Evans to return to New York for auditions in January, television pilot season. Back home, Evans doubled up on a few classes the first semester of his senior year, graduated early, and went back to New York in January. He got the same shithole apartment in Brooklyn and the same internship with Finnegan. He landed a part on the pilot Opposite Sex. Even better, the show got picked up and would start shooting in L.A. that fall.

“I know I’m going to L.A. in August,” Evans says, recalling that period. “So I go home and that spring I would wake up around noon, saunter into high school just to see my buddies, and we’d go get high in the parking lot. I just fucked off. I lost my virginity that year. 1999 was one of the best years of my life.” Until it wasn’t.

He wasn’t in L.A. for even a month when he got a call from home. His parents were divorcing. Evans never saw it coming.

Family and love and the struggles therein are part of what attracted Evans to Gifted.

“In my own life, I have a deep connection with my family and the value of those bonds,” he says. “I’ve always loved stories about people who put their families before themselves. It’s such a noble endeavor. You can’t choose your family, as opposed to friends. Especially in L.A. You really get to see how friendships are put to the test; it stirs everyone’s egos. But if something goes south with a friend, you have the option to say we’re not friends anymore. Your family—that’s your family. Trying to make that system work and trying to make it not just functional but actually enjoyable is a really challenging endeavor, and that’s certainly how it is with my family.”


the plane, a decision is made.

“I want to see you jump first,” Evans shouts my way.

Of course he does.

Like any respectable and legal skydiving center, Skydive Perris, which is providing us with this “experience,” doesn’t just strap a chute on your back. First, you go to a room for a period of instruction. Then you go to another room, where you sign away your rights.

You may be wondering how the star of a billion-dollar franchise with two pictures to shoot gets clearance to jump from an airplane—never mind the low rate of fatalities, as Evans has presented it. So am I.

“Well, they give you all these crazy insurance policies, but even if I die, what are they going to do? Sue my family? They’d probably cast some new guy at a cheaper price and save some money.”

Thinking the answer is almost certainly going to be no, I ask Evans if he’s ever gone skydiving before. Turns out he has, with an ex-girlfriend. Turns out that ex-girlfriend is now married to Justin Timberlake. Evans and Jessica Biel dated off and on from 2001 to 2006. They took the leap together when Biel hatched the idea for one Valentine’s Day. According to media accounts, Evans was recently dating his Gifted costar Jenny Slate, who plays the teacher. “Yeah,” he says, “but I’m steering clear of those questions.” You can almost feel his heart pinch.

“There’s a certain shared life experience that is tough for someone else who’s not in this industry to kind of wrap their head around.”

We end up broadly discussing the unique challenges an international star like Evans faces when it comes to dating, specifically the trust factor. Evans supposes that’s why so many actors date other actors: “There’s a certain shared life experience that is tough for someone else who’s not in this industry to kind of wrap their head around,” he says. “Letting someone go to work with someone for three months and they won’t see them. It really, it certainly puts the relationship to the test.”

In Gifted, there’s a moment when Slate’s character asks Adler what his greatest fear is. Frank Adler’s greatest fear is that he’ll ruin his niece’s life. Evans’s greatest fear is having regrets.

“Like always kind of wanting to be there as opposed to here. I think I’m worried all of a sudden I’ll get old and have regrets, realize that I’ve not cultivated enough of an appreciation for the now and surrendering to the present moment.”

Evans’s musings have something to do with the fact that he has been reading The Surrender Experiment. “It’s about the basic notion that we are only in a good mood when things are going our way,” he says. “The truth is, life is going to unfold as it’s going to unfold regardless of your input. If you are an active participant in that awareness, life kind of washes over you, good or bad. You kind of become Teflon a little bit to the struggles that we self-inflict.”

He continues: “Our conscious minds are very spread out. We worry about the past. We worry about the future. We label. And all of that stuff just makes us very separate. What I’m trying to do is just quiet it down. Put that brain down from time to time and hope those periods of quiet and stillness get longer. When you do that, what rises from the mist is a kind of surrendering. You’re more connected as opposed to being separate. A lot of the questions about destiny or fate or purpose or any of that stuff—it’s not like you get answers. You just realize you didn’t need the questions.”

This here—this stuff about surrendering, letting life unfold, taking the leap—this is why he wanted to go skydiving. It’s why that sixteen-year-old took the leap and did the summer in New York; it’s why he took the leap and turned down the nine-picture deal; it’s why he got Dodger. Surrender. Take the leap.

And so I go first.

Oh, one important detail: Novice jumpers like Evans and me, we don’t jump solo. Thank God. Each of us is doing a tandem jump. Each of us is strapped with our back to a professional jumper’s front. I’m strapped to a forty-four-year-old dude named Paul. Considering what’s about to happen, I figure I should know a little something about Paul. He tells me he used to own a bar in Chicago. Evans is strapped to a young woman named Sam, who looks to be twenty-something. She’s got a purplish-pink streak in her black hair and says things like “badass.” In fact, Sam introduced herself  by saying, “I’m Sam, but you can call me Badass.”

At the plane’s open door, my mind goes to my wife and two teenage sons, to those I love, and to the texts I just sent in case my chute fails. Then Paul and I—well, really mostly Paul—rock gently back and forth to build momentum to push away from the plane, to push away from all that seems sane.

Three.

Two.

One.

Holy fuck.

HOLY FUCK. This is what I scream as we free-fall from 12,500 feet, at more than a hundred miles an hour, toward the earth. Which I cannot take my eyes off of. I think about nothing. Not living. Not dying. Nothing. I simply feel . . . I have let go.

Suddenly, it all stops. I’m jerked up. Paul has pulled the chute, and it does indeed open. This is fantastic, because it means we have a much better chance of not dying. But it’s also kind of a bummer. I had let go. Of everything. I had chosen to play those odds Evans had talked about. I had embraced jumping and letting life unfold.

Now I had been jerked back. I would land. Back on the earth I had been so high above and from which I had been so far removed. Back in all of it.

Once I’m on the ground, safe and in one piece, a staffer runs over and asks how I feel. I say, “I feel like Captain America.”

The staffer runs over and asks Evans the same question. He says he feels great. Then he’s asked another question: What was your favorite part?

“Jumping out,” he says. “Jumping out is always a real thrill.”


This article appears in the April '17 issue of Esquire.

Context: So we froze this very evil but very very stupid and nuts man using a ravage. We were talking to him about finding the general (who we needed). During the conversation, he would effortlessly break his arm out of the ice to scratch his nose and such but returned to his prior position, still believing he was frozen.

At one point he completely
breaks out of the ice and moves to where he was before, where his building plans were.

Him: “Oh, shit, I need to work!”

Me: “But I thought you were frozen?”

Him: “OH GOD YOU’RE RIGHT.”

He proceeds to use the saw he was using to cut the wood to cut his hand off.

Him: “You go work, I gotta be frozen!”

The hand scampers off with the saw to continue cutting the wood. He returns to his previous spot and position to talk to us again. We stare in disbelief for a moment.

Duskblade: “I don’t think he has a long even memory or attention to remember he was frozen.”
Me: “Let’s just keep reminding him until we leave…”

jungkook as your roommate

a/n: this is a re-post from my other blog, but it’s edited it a bit tho. and the gifs don’t belong to me, credits to the owner.


meeting // moving in-

  • the first day when he moved in
  • it was so awkward between the two of you because
  • he avoided your eye-contact and didn’t even tried talking to you
  • and just went straight to his bedroom when 
  • it became dark outside 
  • he realized it was a bit rude to just walk away 
  • without telling his roommate that he’s going
  • so he decided to knock on your door
  • “yeah?”
  • “i’m sorry for being disrespectful earlier, i’m like this to people i don’t really know”
  • “it’s okay, you can come in though”
  • you and kookie probably talked for the whole night
  • he went back to his room when you fell asleep of course
  • before he left, kookie smiled at himself
  • knowing that this was the start of a friendship that he’s never ever gonna forget 
  • and totally gonna love lots

rules-

  • i can see you two making up many many rules
  • but would end up 
  • just having two real rules
  • like caring for each other when one is sick
  • not to eat each other’s food without telling each other
  • i can see him saying things like
  • “but what if there’s like a zombie apocalypse, y/n?”
  • “then you should eat the wall”
  • “but that’s too hard to eat”
  • “ew kookie you’re not saying you want to eat me right”
  • “that sounds so wrong and no, i’m never gonna eat my roommate that i love”
  • one of you would eventually end up breaking the rules
  • “jungkook!”
  • “what?”
  • “you ate my food!”
  • “no i didn’t, it wa- oh.”
  • “yeah oh. now i dare you to eat all the chocolate bars!”
  • “no way, y/n, my stomach is gonna hurt the next day”

feelings for each other?-

  • i can see him getting feelings for you
  • but noT showing any signs that he does
  • jungkook wouldn’t help but get butterflies whenever
  • you say his name
  • it would hurt him when you come home with a guy
  • he doesn’t know about 
  • jungkook would try calling his ‘experienced friends’ and ask them
  • about it what he’s feeling
  • “it means that you’re jealous,”
  • “no. i can’t be, right. it might be something else that i’m feeling…”
  • “jungkook, listen. if you confess to y/n everything will be solved.”
  • “are you sure about that?”
  • “not really 100%”
  • “that’s not funny”
  • let’s go to you
  • i think for you, you wouldn’t straight up realize that
  • you actually like him, no, love him
  • because jungkook, is such a talented handsome perfect guy
  • you would end up talking to yourself like
  • “no. there’s no way he likes me too?”
  • “he did dropped a few hints at dinner last night…”
  • “should i tell him about this?”
  • “and when i brought daniel (yas changkyun) home a few days ago he seemed..”
  • “jealous?”

sharing _____-

  • bathrooms
  • just imagine his face
  • when he walks in on you dancing on dirty songs
  • he’d be so flustered and walk out of the bathroom
  • and act like he didn’t saw that
  • “tHERE IS A WORD CALLED KNOCKING JUST LETTING YOU KNOW”
  • “i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to disturb you, mr/s dancer.” and then winking at you 
  • “i swear if you come in again i will kill you jeon jungkook”
  • and sometimes you need someone to fangirl/boy with
  • that you just storm into the bathroom while he’s showering
  • “JUNGKOOK LOOK LOOK TARGET FINALLY MADE THEIR DEBUT OMG I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SO LONG THANK YOU JSL” when will that be tho ;((
  • “really? that’s good! but as you see i’m showering”
  • “i don’T CARE LOOK AT MY BOYS LOOKING SO BOOTIFUL”
  • okay your guys bathroom would be full of clothes
  • and sometimes you accidently pick up his boxers
  • “OMFG THIS STINKS WAIT THERE ARE HOLES IN THIS BOXER”
  • even though in yours there are holes as well
  • “WELL THERE ARE HOLES IN YOURS AS WELL Y/N”
  • “MINE ARE ART HOLES YOURS ARE I AM STINKIE HOLES”
  • “WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN”
  • the bathroom made you two closer tbh

cleaning-

  • cleaning days has come
  • i can already see him getting ready to leave in the morning
  • around 3am
  • “i hope s/he won’t notice i left”
  • and you would hear it from your dream and wake up
  • “JEON JUNGKOOK”
  • “OH NO OH NO IM CAUGHT”
  • “WHERE ARE YOU GOING”
  • you would chase him around the house
  • and his punishment is to clean the toilet, the garden with 10000+ insects
  • “but it’s not fair”
  • “it’s not fair that you go out and let me clean the whole house by myself jeon jungkook”
  • expect him to put loud music as well every where he cleans
  • like he has some really big speakers with him
  • “JUNGKOOK YOUR MUSIC IS TOO LOUD”
  • he’d continue listening because he can’t hear you
  • jungkook would happily dance to the garden
  • and would suddenly scream because all insects were climbing on him
  • “AHHHHH Y/N LOOK AT THOSE INSECTS”
  • you would just look at him with an evil smirk on your face
  • while watching your poor roommate struggle
  • in the end you’d eventually help him get the insects of him
  • and you and jungkook would clean the house together

lazy days-

  • the whole apartment would smell like rotten cheese
  • even though there’s no rotten cheese
  • you wouldn’t even come out of bed 
  • the same for jungkook you two just throw something
  • at the door so it opens and you guys can 
  • talk to each other
  • “y/n.”
  • “jungkook.”
  • “do you want to order some food”
  • “i don’t want to pick up my phone”
  • “don’t you sleep next to your phone??”
  • “i do but it’s all the way at the end of my bed”
  • you would eventually stand up and go to his bedroom 
  • to lie down next to him
  • “so basically”
  • “yeah”
  • “we should stay like this for the whole day bro”
  • the two of you would build a fort in his bedroom
  • you and jungkook would lay down there and look at each other 
  • both with smiles on your faces
  • you two would end up talking about really random topics 
  • from how cool the last episode was of the japanese cold case to how pens are made
Reggie Mantle

(Okay, well I meant to write headcanons but then it turned into this. Like I said in my previous post. It seems I can’t write anything less than a thousand words. This has been in my head for a while and I intended to write it as a full fic, but decided on writing it like this instead? I’ve been having serious Reggie Mantle feels lately, so here you go. I’ve probably misspelled a bit, but it’s 3 am so I’ll edit it later. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and whoever reads this, I hope you enjoy.)

Reggie falls for the new girl

 -The first time he sees you, he’s talking to someone from the team in the hallway.

-The second his eyes land on you; he trails off on what he was saying.

- “Reggie, bro you okay?”

- “Yeah who’s that?” he says pointing in your direction.

- “Oh, that’s Y/N. She just started here today.”

- “Y/N.” he repeats to himself. 

 - “Yeah, she’s pretty cool. I met her this morning.”

 -Reggie barely heard any of what his teammate just said because he’s having a hard time not focusing on you.


 -Reggie hates 5th period, so he always shows up late.

-15 minutes’ pass before he decides he’s going to head to class now.

-That’s when he sees you struggling trying to carry a few books while you look over your class schedule.

-You’re late for your class because you have no idea where it’s located.

- “Hey.” you hear someone say behind you. When you turn around you’re greeted by a tall boy with a very nice smile.

- “Hey.” you say.

- “Here let me help you with that, Your Y/N, right? I’m Reggie.” he says as he grabs the books out of your hand.

- “Thank you. Yes, I’m new here. Which is why I’m struggling trying to find my next class.” You say looking over your schedule again.

- “I might be able to help with that.”

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Don't even try to tell me they wouldn't do shit like this
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Victor:</b> *Over the phone* YUURI, OHMAHGAWD YUURI I NEED YOU TO COME HOME RIGHT NOW<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> *Anxiety riddled mind pictures blood. From where, he doesn't know, but there's a LOT* OH GOD WHY, WHAT HAPPENED?<p/><b>Victor:</b> I LEFT THE BACK DOOR OPEN AND THERE IS A /FOX/ GIVING BIRTH IN THE LIVING ROOM.<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> Victor, what the fuck.<p/><b>Victor:</b> EVERY TIME I TRY TO MOVE IT OUTSIDE MAKKA GROWLS AT ME, THEY'RE FRIENDS NOW, I CAN'T JUST PUT HIS FRIEND OUT IN THE COLD, YUURI.<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> Not only did you let a fucking pregnant fox into our living room, you managed to get attached?<p/><b>Victor:</b> I called for help, Yuuri, I could've tried to hide her.<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> *Deep sigh* Well, show Makka you mean no harm, put some water down for her, I'll be home in a bit.<p/><b></b> .<p/><b></b> *Many hours And 5 baby Fennec Foxes later*<p/><b>Victor:</b> MAKKA LOVES THEM OMG<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> We can't keep 6 new pets to cater to Makka's nurturing needs, Victor.<p/><b>Victor:</b> *Pulling Yuuri's chin to see Makka curled around all five pups while the mama rests her head on Makka's.* You wanna break up Makka's new wife and their babies?<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> *Cringing* That isn't fair!<p/><b></b> .<p/><b></b> That's how they got 6 new Fennec Foxes.<p/></p><p/></p>
There are two forms of representation Jughead has received over time. In Zdarsky’s Jughead, he’s asexual. That’s the only Jughead where he is asexual. He’s aromantic in the digests, which is a different thing and deserves attention as well. But what I found when I was really diving in — because once we started putting Jughead and Betty together, I started diving into try and find out if that’s a narrative that even exists in the digests, and it turns out, it is. It’s a narrative that’s existed for a long time. There are a handful of digests in which Jughead would say things like ‘Oh, Betty, if I did like women I guarantee you would be the one I would marry outright. You are the best person around.’ He would say these things that are really romantic and cute with an appreciation for Betty and I think it’s become clear to me now that Roberto has taken off with that.
—  Cole Sprouse, comicbook.com interview (x)
Kidnapped! Prompts

Anonymous said:Got any prompts about the hero being kidnapped?

Anonymous said:Your hero and villain prompts are the best thing. Could I possibly get some prompts about a captured hero who is totally crushing on the villain, who totally knows it?

Anonymous said:Could I please have some prompts for a man who is terribly in love with someone he kidnapped? 

Anonymous said:Good afternoon! Could I get a couple of prompts about the hero and villain having to work together in order to escape a much worse villain who has captured them? 

Anonymous said:Hero capturing the villain and vice Versa prompts? 


1) “Open your eyes.” The villain dragged the hero over to the window, with a vice like grip on their arm. “Open them. Let me show you how beautiful the world looks burning.”


2) “Gotta love the movies,” the villain said. “It makes so many stupid people think that dangerous means chemistry.” They shook their head, laughed. “It makes it all so easy. All you ever have to do is let people believe that they might just be your exception.” 


3) “I’m sorry, I love you.”
“You don’t kidnap people when you love them.” 
“I couldn’t let you die with the rest of them.” 


4) l“For a moment there, I thought you were going to let them have me,” the hero said weakly. “Convenient diversion for your escape, and all that.” They met the villain’s stare - close in their hiding place, bodies pressed together. The tramp of footsteps down the corridor faded away. 
“For a moment there,” the villain murmured. “So did I.”


5) “But you,” the hero laughed. “You are nothing. There are a hundred people who do it just like you and thinks hurting someone makes them god. Give it a couple of years, and despite all your efforts, nobody is even going to remember your name.” 
The villain spat in their face. 
The hero smiled grimly, and straightened, stepping back from the cell. “Enjoy rotting for what you’ve done. Your immortality’s not going to feel so good then.”


6) “You don’t understand - I’m on your side!”
“Nobody’s ever on our side.”


7) “You’ve kidnapped me to an empty restaurant?” the hero raised their brows.
The villain waved their hand and a glassy-eyed server came over to set down drinks and a plate of hors d’oeuvres.
“As if I would be so stupid as to take you to my base so you can have a look around. Isn’t that what you wanted? Besides.” A gleam entered the villain’s eyes as they speared one of the appetizers with their fork and held it across the table. “It’s almost like a date, don’t you think?”
The hero faltered. The villain looked rather too knowing when they said that. 


8) “You’re kidding me,” the villain said flatly. “We don’t have time to rescue all your little friends! Security are going to notice us missing any minute.”
“I’m not leaving without them - and you know you’re not getting anywhere without me. So you want to stand here bickering about it or try and think where your not so bosom-buddy is holding them?”


9) “Oh would you look at that,” the villain drawled. “You got me. Your plan worked. You’re probably more terrified then I am - you don’t have the slightest clue what to do with me now, do you?” 
“I’m sure I’ll figure something out.”


10) “You know, this is kind of an inconvenient time for me. Any chance we can schedule this in for tomorrow instead?”

Cole Sprouse On How He Feels About Romance For Jughead on Riverdale

Back before Riverdale took to the air, series star Cole Sprouse told ComicBook.com during a set visit that while he would like to explore the idea of Jughead Jones as an asexual character, he doubted that was the direction the series was going to take him.

As it turns out, Sprouse was filming this week’s episode that day – where Jughead and Betty kiss, and it seems that now the two are an item.

That won’t be without controversy – not only becuase it’s pairing up two characters with 75 years of history who haven’t been paired up in the comics, but also because the “asexual Jughead” stories introduced by Chip Zdarsky got a foothold with the fandom and, even though it’s less than a year’s worth of stories, it’s become something that a lot of people expect to see from the character.

I think first and foremost, this conversation [about Jughead’s asexuality] deserves more time than something that we can quickly do here,“ Sprouse told ComicBook.com during a second, more recent, set visit back in February. ”There are two forms of representation Jughead has received over time. In Zdarsky’s Jughead, he’s asexual. That’s the only Jughead where he is asexual. He’s aromantic in the digests, which is a different thing and deserves attention as well. But what I found when I was really diving in — because once we started putting Jughead and Betty together, I started diving into try and find out if that’s a narrative that even exists in the digests, and it turns out, it is. It’s a narrative that’s existed for a long time. There are a handful of digests in which Jughead would say things like ‘Oh, Betty, if I did like women I guarantee you would be the one I would marry outright. You are the best person around.’ He would say these things that are really romantic and cute with an appreciation for Betty and I think it’s become clear to me now that Roberto has taken off with that.

Sprouse, of course, isn’t blind to the fans who had hoped to see a different take on the character, but his biggest concern, he says, is defending the integrity of the character as it is, rather than lobbying for what it might otherwise be.

As much as there’s a large community of people who really want to see Jughead as asexual, and I am a huge proponent for that kind of representation, there’s also quite a large community of avid Archie fans that want Betty and Jughead to be together, too,“ Sprouse said. ”I think these are things we need to juggle when considering what Jughead is in Riverdale. This is a new universe, this is a new take on Jughead, and he is this tortured damaged kid — this Holden Caulfield — who is looking for someone who can relate to him on a personal level and that narrative itself is also beautiful. While I think that [asexual] representation is needed, this Jughead is not that Jughead. This Jughead is not Zdarsky’s Jughead and this Jughead is not the aromantic Jughead. This Jughead is a person who is looking for a kind of deeper companionship with a person like Betty..and Betty ends up being this super nurturing, caring, catering person that with Jughead’s super screwed-up past they end up diving into each other and it ends up being a beautiful thing. How are people going to respond? Truthfully, they’re probably going to be quite incendiary about it at first. Do I think that’s ill-placed? No. Do I think they should give it a shot? Yeah, I do, because I think that after filming thirteen episodes, it makes sense to me and if it makes sense to me as the person who’s dumping so much time and so much argumentation into trying to represent Jughead correctly, it will make sense to other people as well.


  • Russ Burlingame
  • - 03/02/2017
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AhRo is everything to me. Not because I want or need her. She is the reason I’m still alive and breathing.

requested by @evil-writer
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