otp: i dare you to make me love you more

anonymous asked:


oh man i haven’t made a shallura post in so long! i’m so sorry lmao but i hope this is alright! i have a few more shallura requests in my inbox to work on (multiple asking for angst??? ummm… how dare you make me cry???) so keep an eye out 💜

save this man

this definitely wasn’t inspired by an actual chat on discord. nope. absolutely not. what gave you that idea???… lmfao i love you guys so much


“Why do you want to kiss me?”

“What’s wrong with kissing my girlfriend?”

anonymous asked:

6 davejade!!!

6. things you said under the stars and in the grass

The small click of pressure on the metal of her glasses meant nothing; Jade still pressed her face against Dave’s side. It smashed her nose flat, and her breathing felt hot and awkward. There were blades of grass crinkling in her ear. Her bare arm, graced with goosebumps, moved in time with Dave’s deep, tired breaths. Jade found herself smiling.

Her usual smiles burned. It was a happy burn; they stretched her face and wrinkled the corners of her doe-ish eyes. Her nose wiggled as she tried her best to hold in angelic laughter. Jade’s lips appeared to exist only to showcase her shining grins.

This time she felt relaxed. Her brow didn’t twist. Her cheeks didn’t bunch into delightfully painful piles. Jade’s mouth only twitched an inch, her heavy sigh doing most of the work.

“How’d I get you?” Jade’s eyes adjusted to the feeling of opening again when she heard her boyfriend’s whisper. She hadn’t gotten a chance to reply before Dave spoke up again; “You didn’t have’t’do nothin’. You’re crazy…” He breathed out, pausing his soliloquy. Jade’s hand clutched against his shirt, a subconscious attempt to keep him from slipping into the relentless grip of negativity. It almost seemed to work.

“An’ I love it about you. I love everythin’…” Jade became aware of his steady heartbeat in that moment. “I don’t… know where I– If I’d–” Dave seemed to sputter, but Jade knew to never help him finish his thoughts. Dave needed patience, and he needed time. He’d always needed them.

His heart seemed to leap harsher and harsher. Jade was committed to staying still by his side until he caught up with himself.

“M’so thankful for you,” Jade’s boyfriend sighed at last. It allowed for her to relax. “Y’given me so much.” A reflection of the night sky, carrying Orion and his belt, glittered in the lens of her glasses. Dave had no idea, she told herself, just how much more she wanted to give him. “I love you so much. God… I love you.” Jade could tell by the tone of Dave’s breathy whispers that a wide, flashy smile blessed his every feature.

Jade didn’t dare make a sound, though. Dave whispered this in confidence, not knowing she was awake and yet still finding the need to tell her. How could she break that gorgeous, mandatory confidence?


For some reason nobody mentions this precious moment. This one of my favourites, if not my favourite Jihope moment. I don’t understand how this ship is so underrated??? This clearly shows just how much they would do for each other. Jimin doing his best to get Hobi something he really wanted is more than enough to be able to  prove that. And as he said the shoes weren’t even imported to Korea yet ;_;. He went out of his way to make sure Hoseok would have a happy and unforgettable birthday. And you can clearly see that he did. He’s giggling and smiling throughout the whole video and Jimin just looks so satisfied and it’s really more than perfect T^T. Pls appreciate Jihope more.

@jihopedrabbles @jihope-tension @youbetternevermindnevermind @jihope-inthestars @jihopenet

shayna-winchester  asked:

Okay also (sorry I keep messaging you lol) Is your request open because like I really love the Stony x daughter reader stuff and I would love if you did more of that and also I would really like is you did loki x daughter reader stuff too (those fanfics just make me really happy lol)

No no! Don’t you dare apologize for that! It makes me so happy :D Also yes they are love! Awe thank you love I love them too! I’d be more than happy to do them for you also Dad Loki sounds like something I need to do like very soon! I’ll do a Dad! Loki x Daughter!Reader after I finish the first Day to Bucky’s 30 day OTP Challenge :) 

dare me & not so subtle subtext

the jordy brennan situation

Isn’t she pretty, Jordy?” I hear Beth’s ripping voice from somewhere, “when she looks into your eyes.” 

All of this moves me, powerfully, and the day feels rare, the dusk falling purple, and I must be drunk because I think I hear Beth’s voice far away, saying crazy things, asking me if I feel different, and loved.

and later on that night

Beth calls after, and we have a long-winding talk, the 40-ouncers still heavy on us both. 

She is asking if I remember how we used to hang on the monkey bars, hooking our legs around each other, and how strong we got and how no one could ever beat us, and we could never beat each other, but we’d agree to each release our hands at the count of three, and that she always cheated, and I always let her, standing beneath, looking up at her and grinning my gap-toothed, pre-orthodontic grin.

Such reminiscence is unlike Beth, but she is drunk and I think she may still be drinking, her mother’s V.S.O.P., and she sounds affected by our time at the gorge, and possibly by other things. 

I hate how everything changes, always,” she says. “But you don’t.

coach party w/o beth

Once, Beth and I had a night like this, the night before we started high school. Kiddie-like, we’d hooked her brother’s Swiss Army into our palms and pressed them tight against each other, and later Beth said she could feel my heart beating in my hand, her hand. She swore she could. We knew that meant something. Something had passed between us and would endure. We don’t talk about it anymore and it was a century ago, wars won and lost since then.

And, Beth, you’re not even here now.

morning after another coach party

You have always been soft to these things, Addy,” she says. “Last summer you were.

And I don’t want her to talk about last summer again, and all our bickerings at cheer camp when everyone thought we were busting up. Because this has nothing to do with that girly nonsense. 

I tell you, Adelaide, I know her kind.

Climbing over the back of the sofa, Beth swings her bare legs, nestling into me, and I’m listening but not listening because I don’t like that hitch in her voice. 

She better enjoy it while she can,” she rumbles, burrowing her head into the pillow I’ve tucked under my arm, burrowing her head into me, like always. “Because in a few years she’ll probably pop out another kid and her hips’ll spread like rising dough and before she knows it, she’ll be coaching field hockey instead.”

Twisting her fingers in my hair, she tunnels into me and the pillow behind me, hiding herself.

Who will want her then?” she asks.

Then answers.

None of us.”

beth waiting outside addy’s house (this entire scene tbh)

She is so transparent,” she says, eyeing me head to toe. “Now she wants to be your best friend, huh? Sharing secrets on her outlet mall sofa? She thinks she can work us like two-dollar whores. I hope you are not a whore, Addy. Are you a whore?

I don’t say anything.

Are you a whore?” she says, walking towards me, “and is Coach your sweet-lipped Mack Daddy whispering promises in your ear?

I was practicing,” I say. “She’s the coach.”

Beth folds her arms and stares me down.

I don’t say a word.

Haven’t you learned anything, Addy?” she says. I’m not sure what she means, but I know I have to settle her. 


I see something in her eyes I know from back when, from some girl-recesses of time spent hiding in playground tunnels together, nursing schoolyard wounds.

Nobody might understand about Beth because her seeming power overwhelms. But I can see behind things.

And so I find myself reaching my pinkie out to twine hers, and she shakes it off and gripes some more, about Coach’s treachery and false friend ways, but I do see her rest the smallest bit inside, her shoulders unhunching from a toadlike curl.

and massaging scene 

You were burning this tonight,” she says, so dark I can see nothing but the whites of her eyes, the silver eyeliner.

I was,” I murmur. “Back tucks.”

And there’s this sense that somehow she knows.

How did it feel?” she whispers. “To nail it.”

Like this,” I say, curling under the hard pressure from her hand. “But better.”

fighting about coach

I’ve been right before, other times. You believe people, just like cheer camp, with that St. Regina Flyer. That compulsive liar, Casey Jaye. And you licked it all up.

Beth, always sifting ancient history, scattering ashes at me. Always going back to last summer. It was our only fight and it wasn’t a fight really. Just stupid girl stuff.

I never thought you’d be friends again after that, RiRi said afterward. But we were. No one understands. They never have.

Beth, can’t you leave all this alone?” I say now, surprised at the strain in my voice. “You got what you wanted. You’re captain again and you can do whatever you want. So stop.”

It’s not my choice,” she says. “Something gets started, you have to see it through.”

See what through? What, Beth? What, Captain-My-Captain?

She pauses, clicking her teeth, an old habit from the days we both slid retainers around in our hanging-jaw girl mouths.

You don’t understand it, do you. All that’s happened. It’s all her.”

She leans back, spreading her long ponytail across her face, her mouth.

Then she says something and I think it’s, “She has your heart.

What?” I say, feeling something ping in my stomach, my hand fisting over it.

She has her part,” she says, brushing her ponytail from her face, “in all this.”

But I can’t believe I misheard her. Did I?

It’s not just me,” she says again, teeth latching and unlatching. “She has her part.”

I misheard.

during addy’s paranoia about the murder and coach’s part

Addy, I can’t make you believe me,” she says, looking down at me. “And as for you and Coach…

She lays her hand on my hand, like a benediction.

We are never deceived,” she says, her voice deep and ringing. “We deceive ourselves.

and there’s more - there’s a lot a lot a lot more but this is already a long post so uh yeah, enjoy. this is also my subtle way of telling everyone that it’s time to use new quotes xoxo


So like, I REALLY tried to give supergirl a shot when it first aired. I wanted to love it. I love arrow, the flash, legends.. so i really wanted to love supergirl. But I just, could not deal with the whole glasses thing. I’ve never been able to overlook it. Not growing up with superman. Not now. It’s just about the only thing in the dc universe that didn’t have me going full-on-nerd and fangirling over. But then I saw karamel posts on here and just knew I had to power through the rest of the first season to get to them so my little shipper heart could swell.

Now, I’ve seen all the hate and shipwars and I just don’t understand. I mean, i was rooting for James since his first scene with kara. But then as the show progressed and the characters developed, you see that they’re not quite right for each other. And I think that can be said for the others as well.

Then in comes mon el, who shakes things up from the normal status quo. This galactic wanderer. This unknown yet familiar being. And you can basically see the loneliness leaving Kara little by little. She pushes him to be his best. He pushes her out of her comfort zone. They laugh. They fight. They yell. They give each other heart eyes.

Even if you don’t agree that it’s romantic - you have to admit that there’s something there, some connection. It makes me think of that comfortable silence between two longtime lovers and the feeling of being home. You can’t just fake that kind of chemistry.

I’m not going to apologize because of the ship I happen to like fall in love with. I’m also not going to tolerate hate and ignorance. It doesn’t make me racist. It doesn’t make me a homophobe. You don’t know my race. You don’t know my sexual orientation/preference. In all honesty, I’m the farthest thing from those. I’m at the front of the line preaching diversity and acceptance. But I’m not gonna shove something down your throat and make you swallow. You have a different opinion? You have a different OTP? Awesome!! Tell me about it.. tell me what you love about it. Tell me which scene was your favorite and made you squeal like a 13 year old getting asked out by the boy she likes. I swear I’ll really listen and join in on your happiness. But don’t you dare tell me why my ship is wrong, and therefore so am I. Because if something makes you happy, it’s never really wrong.

So now, I’m going to go waste another hour or two browsing the karamel tag and fall even more in love. And then, I’m gonna watch the rest of the season unfold and hope there are more moments that give me all those karamel feels. Because you may hate it, but it’s the reason I gave this show a second chance.

anonymous asked:

Do you like finnreylo?

A. Heck yes
B. Heck yes
C. Heck yes
D. Heck yes

Btw someone said that they imagine ot3 wearing get along shirt so here’s the bonus for ya anon:

{btw, a more serious answer under the cut ‘cause i ramble a lot like have you seen me rambling about why chara’s not evil it’s that long and very unorganized kay here i go}

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