people were so lovely with my last post

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howdy my friends!!

last year my friend Magdalena and I made some cute and cheesy stoner valentines
http://sydoodle.tumblr.com/post/139327886392/happy-valentines-day-u-lovely-stoney-creatures
and since they were so popular, this year I redid them digitally and added them to my redbubble store!

redbubble.com/people/sydoodle

since it is “drug related” u have to make sure u click the “mature content: hidden” button at the bottom of the screen and it will unhide everything!
have fun my stoney bbs ✨ hope u and ur loved ones have a super spliffy v day 💕💚🌈
pls keep caption

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The masks we weave for ourselves. / / / The Blue Spirit + The Painted Lady.

Love Letters

Originally posted by joeck


Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request: zach dempsey fluff please!! 

Words: 1.735

A/N: This is my first Zach imagine and I hope that you guys like it. This is my last post until friday night, since I’ll be going back to school tomorrow. I am still writing and I can see the feedbacks and requests if there are some. I hope that you guys bear with me and I hope that you understand. Thank you so much, guys.

- G.

Warning: Swearing


Peer Communications was one of the subjects you looked up to everyday and you loved it because you learnt how to behave with people and how to communicate with them. You sometimes asked for help whenever you were down and needed some advices. You also studied some psychological topics and it helped you to be more empathic towards other people.

One more thing you liked about it was the notes of encouragement bag. You could write some anonymous notes to people and put it in their bag. Its purpose was to encourage people so they would value their self-esteem and their existence in this world.

You thought that the idea was amazing and innovative, because it has been awhile since you’ve been secretly receiving love letters from someone from your class. You could admit that the person perfectly cheered you up, making you more confident whenever they would leave one in your bag, but it didn’t help you to kill your curiosity to find out who the person was.

“(Y/N), you look so pretty whenever you smile and it melts me every time I see your lips curving and with those perfect white teeth of yours exposing.” Alex read that little piece of paper with a smirk as you were talking about your secret admirer.

You two were in the library with Zach and Jessica while you were waiting for your next subject: Peer Communications.

“Aw, that’s so sweet.” Jessica complimented as she took the piece of paper from Alex’s hand and read it once again, with a lower tone this time.

“It is.” You bit your lip as you tried not to smile too much because of it. “I wonder who it is.” You wouldn’t sleep sometimes because of it and, being your ultimate crush, you kind of wished that it was Zach.

“Jesus Christ, that’s too damn corny!” Zach complaint and shook his head.

“Stop being jealous, Dempsey.” You winked at him as you teased him, but you were absolutely broken hearted for his reaction. You shrugged it off since you hinted that he was having a bad day, because he just gathered his things and walked away. “Zach!” You shouted as you tried to stop him.

“Zachary Dempsey!” Jessica tried to stop him too, but he just ignored you and he got out of the library, annoyed and vexed.

“Shh!” The old and stressed librarian scolded you and you just flashed her an apologetic smile. You were embarrassed, because you got some looks from your other fellow students and you heard soft giggles from Alex.

“I’m pulling your septum ring away if you don’t stop.” You threatened him and he suddenly closed his mouth, rolling his eyes. “Just kidding, Standall!” You and Jessica then giggled silently and Alex shook his head.

“(Y/N),” Alex became serious as he looked at you, straight into your eyes. “I think he’s jealous.”

“Jealous? Who?” You corrugated your forehead as you couldn’t understand what he was talking about.

“Jesus,” He let his face fall on his hands as he unleashed a long and deep sigh. “Zach!”

“What the fuck are you saying Alex?” You snatched a piece of paper from Alex’s hand and you started to gather your things. It was impossible that Zach was jealous, how could he? Didn’t he think that those stuffs were damn corny? “Don’t think about it that way, Mr. I jump into conclusions easily.”

“Why the fuck are these people so touchy?” Alex complaint as he looked at Jessica and pointed at you. You and Jessica both chuckled because Alex thought that you were annoyed and frustrated.

“I’m not being touchy, bro!” You defended yourself and you looked at your wrist watch for the time. “We’re going to be late if you don’t get your ass up.”

“Alright, let’s go.” They started to gather their things and you all went out of the library as you headed to your next class.

“Wait, I forgot my book!” Jessica exclaimed as she was controlling the books in her bag. “(Y/N), mind joining me?”

“Oh, sure!” You smiled at her and you were about to go away, when Alex stopped you.

“I’ll go with her, go inside the class (Y/N) and save us our seats.” Alex proposed and you just shrugged it off. They both went to Jessica’s locker and you entered your room.

“Zach?” You were surprised to see Zach and he was about to put a piece of paper inside your encouragement bag. How? You thought he never liked those stuffs.

“(Y/N)!” His eyes widened as he saw you entering the room. He didn’t expect to see you and he was frightened because you caught him. “Uhm, I- I…” He stuttered and he didn’t know what to say.

“You are my secret admirer?” You corrugated your forehead as you brought your hand to your slightly opened mouth, shocked of the revelation.

“Uhm,” He wandered around the room as he felt nervous and you could see that he was blushing. “read this.” He walked closer to you and handed you the paper, instead of putting it in your bag. He was already caught in action, why would he even escape?

“Thank you.” You shyly said as you carefully accepted the paper from his hand.
You slowly opened the folded paper and you were honestly excited to read what was written in it.

Dear (Y/N),

Hi! How are you? I know that it’s been awhile since you started receiving love letters from me and your curiosity is killing you every time, I always see you frustrated after reading my notes.
Anyway, I know that I suck at writing, but I wanted to let you know that I am liking you more and more every day. I am happy to be your friend and being just a friend is enough for me, if you don’t feel the same way. I sometimes hope that you feel or will feel the same way about me too, anyway. I am keeping my fingers crossed,

Take care always,
Zach
.

You silently read the short letter as the two of you stood in the middle of your classroom. You looked at Zach and you flashed him a sweet smile. Your heartbeat was getting louder and you became nervous and enthusiastically happy at the same time.

You wondered, though, why he acted strange earlier if he felt that way? Why would he be jealous, like what Alex hypothesized? Damn, look what Alex could do at you!

“Zach, you are the sweetest person ever.” He smiled at you and he pulled you into a hug.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way about me,” You hugged him back and you were amazed by the height difference that you both had. He was surely tall and you had to admit that you felt a little bit small. “your friendship is enough.” He murmured and you could hear in his voice that he was wishing for more.

“Zach,” You broke the hug so you could see his handsome face. “you are sweet, kind and funny. It’s not impossible to not like you back.” You honestly confessed back and you quickly saw a wide smile forming on his lips, while he fidgeted with his fingers and looking at his shoes, as if they were the most interesting things in the world.

It was true that you had a crush on him for a while now and you never had the guts to admit it because you thought that it was the boy who should do the first step. Yup, old style.

“Rosie’s tonight then?” He happily asked. “So, we can talk about it.”

“Yeah, sure!” You hyperactively nodded and he let out some soft laughs.

You and Zach stared at each other for a while and you both didn’t know what to say because the awkward atmosphere. At that moment, you hated your classmates for not coming inside the classroom until the bell rang and you hated Jessica and Alex because they were taking too much time to get the freaking damn book.

“Zach!” You suddenly blurted out as you remembered that something was bothering you. “Why did you say that those stuffs were corny if you were the one who writes them?”

“The one that Alex has read wasn’t from me.” He seemed disturbed at the thought of that little letter.

“So, you were really jealous?” You smirked as you teased him and he rolled his eyes.

“Uhm, yes,” He almost whispered as he answered your question sincerely. He looked at the ground as he tried to hide his reddish face. “because I saw that you were so happy because of it and I thought that you didn’t like me and you liked that one, instead.“ He explained and you just giggled. You didn’t know that he was that possessive and you honestly loved it. A possessive and overprotective boyfriend was what you were asking for.

“Silly!” You shook your head because he thought that you didn’t like him. “I still wonder who wrote that note though.”

“My fault!” Alex entered the classroom and winked at Zach, who was already giving him a death glare. You raised an eyebrow as you asked for explanations from that vexatious friend of yours. “I knew that he liked you and I told you that he was jealous.”

“Damn it, Standall!” Zach complaint, but Alex didn’t seem to care that much. You smiled because you understood what he tried to do and you couldn’t help but to love that idiot even more, of course, as a friend.

“Congrats!” He cheerfully teased the two of you. “By the way, I really thought that you have a really nice and perfect smile, (Y/N), and I can confirm it now.” He pointed it out as he saw you smiling widely for his actions.

You shook your head together with and stopped as soon as the bell rang. You went to your seats as the other students came inside the room. You kept on getting smirks and teasing winks from Alex, but you just threw him a crumpled paper in response.

Your favourite subject was about to start and you wanted to thank your teacher for making those bags of encouragement up. It was really a useful and a pleasant idea.

At least, it helped you to be more confident and it has got you a date for that night.


Scott and Malia

This is the separate post I was talking about. So Scott and Malia is happening and honestly, I’m ok with it. My only problem with the ship is that it feels like a case of “pair the spares”. Other than that, I feel like this could actually be one one the best outcomes for both of them and here’s why.

Scott’s only been with two people that we know of, Allison and Kira. Both relationships were filled with love and meaning but I don’t think they were meant to last. With Allison, it boiled down to they were too different. She was human and he’s a werewolf. Scott always had to hold back with her, yeah that was great with him controlling himself but he never really could let go with her. When he became an Alpha, this got worse. He’d have to take extra care not to accidentally scratch or bite her, he’d have to hold back even more.

With Kira, I think it’s because they were too similar. They’re both pretty meek when the situation doesn’t call for action, and they’re both hilariously awkward. Honestly, a lot of their personality traits can be transferred over and they’d be the same person. They were too much alike for them to grow. (Teen wolf still did her and Arden dirty. Will never let that go.)

With Malia it’s different. Unlike Allison and Kira, she wasn’t meant to be a love interest. It wasn’t made painfully obvious that they were gonna be together within the first few episodes of them being on the show. This meant we got to see their friendship form first. We got to see them develop a bond before becoming romantic. This is especially true in the last 2 seasons. In 5b and 6a, Malia practically became Scott’s second in command, especially in 6a.

Another thing is that they balance each other out well. They’re different but not too different. Similar but not the same. Scott’s composed, restrained, diplomatic. Malia’s wild, unrestrained, direct. Malia can push him forward, Scott can pull her back. She can help him cut loose, he can help her keep calm. They don’t have to hold back with each other. They add more levels to each other. Honestly, that’s part of why I always wanted him to be with a werewolf like Erica or Cora. (Scott and Cora are my crack otp).

But in conclusion, Scott and Malia are actually really good for each other and I’m looking forward to where they go together.

My ClexaCon 2017 Experience

(Before you read: I got pretty personal in this post. I could have beaten around the issue, but I have had a lot of people in the past message me that my story is a lot like theirs and if my honesty can help others that are struggling, it will be worth it.)

First off, I would like to extend my thanks and gratitude towards the people that made the convention happen. My experience is just one of hundreds of LGBTQ+ individuals that attended this convention, that is changed their life of for the better. As we all know there is a TON of stuff that has to happen bts, that we don’t know the full extent of, to make conventions happen. Like, I don’t even want to think about all the work it takes. I just want all of the people that had a part in making this convention happen, whether you were a staff member, panelist, guest, volunteer, etc. that your time, effort, and possibly sacrificing parts of your own con experience to make sure people like myself were able to enjoy it is so greatly appreciated. 

As someone who has been known in the fandom to analyzed things and can ramble on and on for days, it might be a surprise to you that I am left at a loss for words to write about the convention. I can’t find the words to encapsulate what it meant to me and the feelings I was experiencing –not to mention the complexity of those feelings. I have tried to write this so many times, but then draw a complete blank on how to describe it. 

If I had to describe what Clexacon was to me in one word it would be a sanctuary. It was a place where I felt safe and content. I felt hope and peacefulness spreading throughout my body each day I was there. The more I hung out with people, went to panels, or just observed everyone around me walking around the convention, the more and more I felt the weight of all the years of self-hate, repression, etc. lift from my body and a sense of clarity wash over me. I was legit feeling like Alex Danvers as each wave of repressed memory came to the surface and critically looking at my life. Going to the panels was also a big part of that process. I began to look more in-depth at the underlying reason of the severe self-hatred I felt for so many years, years of struggling with anxiety and depression, the eating disorders that almost cost me my life, the purposeful secluding myself from others, and the loneliness I felt even though I was in a room full of people came to the surface. I was trying to process all of these emotions at once and it was very scary. But, it was like a peaceful liberating panic? If that makes sense? It was finally confessing to myself everything that I knew for years, like completely confessing to myself…but then panicking about it. Because, it’s me and I’m a chronic overthinker. Lol. Each day I would get more and more courage to be myself, to push past all the years of internalized homophobia that made me feel worthless and ‘wrong’. 

Being surrounded by openly gay people that were authentically happy and full of pride for being part of the LGBTQ+ community was palpable in the air and you couldn’t help but feed off the energy. As someone who unfortunately doesn’t have this is my everyday life, I was trying to soak all of it in and store it in my memories to access it when I went back to my world of homophobic close-minded remarks. Clexacon was a place where I could be my true authentic self, or at least try to be. My authentic self with it came out to nerding about fictional characters, stories, etc. that I can’t talk to people about in my normal life. Also, my authentic self when it came to being part of this community.  

Now, onto the convention itself. I was fortunate enough to make it to the Badge Pick Up party due to my flight getting in an hour early, and the wonderful appalachiansprung  for picking me up from the Las Vegas airport. I want to take a moment and sincerely thank her for offering to pick me up from the airport and making sure I felt safe. She knew I had massive anxiety about traveling and her compassion and willingness to help me really meant the world to me. She really helped start off my trip to Vegas on a positive note, and without her, I wouldn’t have made it to the Badge Pick Up party, which I actually really enjoyed. I was able to meet my friends I had been talking to online, been mutuals of, knew of, and meet new people. It was just so surreal actually being face-to-face with these people. These people that you are friends with, but society telling you they “aren’t friends” because you don’t physically hang out with each other and it is only online.  But these people actually know you better than people in your “everyday life”. For instance, the first person I met was my friend PJ. The weird thing was is that I was in the process of messaging her that I was at the party, and just as I was about to send it, I look to my right and she was standing there next to me, not aware that it was me next to her. I stopped typing and then said “hi” and it was the first of many “omg! You ARE real” feelings I had meeting people throughout the convention. I really REALLY enjoyed talking with the people who came up to me and said they were followers of my blog. Seriously, knowing that there are actual people behind URLS and seeing your faces and hearing your voices was incredible. When I asked the people I met to show me what their URL and icon was, I was able to recognize most of you and your support and kind words meant more to me than I can say.

The convention itself was better than I had expected. It was actually my first ever convention so I don’t really have anything to compare it too, but it was just so wonderful. The turnout was wayyyyy better than I expected. Seeing everyone in the main hall during the larger panels was just incredible, as well as seeing the floods of people roaming around the convention floor. We all know there were people trying to cast doubt on this convention and basically said it was “toxic” and were basically trying to get it canceled. Well, I’m so glad that this past weekend proved them SO SO wrong. It was so cool going up and down the vendor rows and seeing the spectacular artwork. I did only get one piece of artwork from the convention and it was Pappurrcat’s newest Lexa vs. Pauna drawing and she signed it for me (picture at bottom of post). I was not expecting to see @immochiball there! It was such a pleasant surprise to see her there! I really love her Lexacoon/Lionclarke artwork and it was great to show my appreciation for all her hardwork and it was funny that she knew exactly what piece of Lexacoon/LionClarke artwork I was fangirling about. It was so great to meet other talented people in our fandom I’m a fan or and friends of, or became friends of. People like @critter-of-habit , @foomatic , @commanderlexaofthegrounders , @decalexas , @lingeringlilies@shes-special , @rin-says , @damnlexa, @molliemashstash , @oh-i-got-dibs , and i’m forgetting so many people so I’m sorry if i forgot you! I met sooooo many new people that I just clicked with and they made the convention an even better experience. Many of them in this photo below (but many are missing):

I will never forget the people I was fortunate enough to meet, talk to, and/or hang out with. I loved walking around Vegas with people and exploring places. So, by the end of this convention I have come to realize so many things. Realize so many things about LGBTQ+ issues, the dire need for representation, and about myself. I realized that I’m not alone. Leaving Clexacon was so hard. I already posted that I had a breakdown on the last day after I headed back to my hotel room and had to say goodbye to the people i met. The people I wanted to spend more time, as they were helping me more and more each day with feelings that I do deserve happiness, that I’m not alone, that there is nothing wrong with me, that I have value. This weekend was life changing for me. Even though this post is now close to 1,500 words…I still have not been able to fully express the importance this convention had on me in this post. I’m just so grateful for the experience and the wonderful people I was so fortunate to meet and now call friends. 

I do have a few regrets…and one of them is not taking enough pictures. I was kinda mentally preoccupied (if you couldn’t tell reading this post. lol) and forgot. 

@brandensteineckert Home!! So good to be back. But that was the greatest tour ever!!!! I’ve still got so many photos from the tour that you’ll be seeing me post for quite awhile. Hahaha but for now I just wanted to thank everyone in this photo for such a great tour, and all the many people behind the scenes that helped make it incredible!!! Thank you all so much for the last 5.5 weeks of fun. The fellas in Green Day, their crew, their families were all so great to us. I can’t thank them enough!! Much love! PS I’m sorry my big head is blocking you Jason :) #RancidGreenDayEuroSummerTour2017#RevRad #TroubleMaker #RageLove@greenday @billiejoearmstrong @trecool@mikedirnt @jw_gd @therealjasonfreese@jeffmatika photo: @amarchitiello

sunnybulbasaur replied to your post “update”

sorry if this is a bad idea but it might be fun to have a contest to make funny badly designed characters? I like the other idea a lot too!!

last year’s contest was essentially this , these were the guidelines

personally i love the idea of a contest where people try to come up with the worst ideas possible. 

last contest was very open ended, so one of my ideas for a new one is maybe to give a very specific starting point pitch, or something pre-existing like a well known fairy tale/fable and have people try to do the worst execution of that possible

Stuck in Translation

Hi guys! So, after my meta of this last episode, I got an anonymous ask about my take on Cas’ I love you, and I since I saw that some other people like @mijrake and @tinkdw had replied to my post and were wondering about this as well, I decided to look into it to see if my hunch was right.

As a recap, the question was -

That I love you - was it for Dean? Or was it a plural? 

- and my initial assumption was, yeah, definitely a plural, and not for Dean (or not in any overly romantic sense, anyway).

First, I have to say - I understand why other people’s interpretations will differ from mine, and I agree that the camera work on this show is completely Destiel-friendly, but what I also think is that camera work is not what defines what’s going for most people - actions and words is how the audience understands a story, because that’s the instinctive, ‘natural’ way to make sense of real life as well. The vast majority of viewers (and I’m including myself here, because I only know the very basics of how movies are made) won’t know anything about silent storytelling, subtext, camera angles, framed ships on the walls and beer labels. Plus, they’re watching this show like they’re watching dozens of other shows - simply because it’s fun, or because it’s on, or because yeah, I’ve missed a couple of seasons but holy shit, this looks good so let’s give it another chance. They’re not going to read meta online and watch gifs in slow-motion until they can’t function and turn and toss in their beds wondering what Cas really meant, which is why subtextual-only building of gay relationships is dishonest and queerbaiting if it doesn’t follow through. This is, after all, the main reason why most people aren’t even aware that Destiel is a thing - because most of it is still in the subtext. 

And coming to the language thing - I’m an interpreter and a translator, so I face this kind of situations every day. In interpreting, everything is generally way too fast to make informed decisions and educated guesses, so you simply do your best, but when translating I often agonize over what to say, especially when working on UK texts, because I know how understated people there can be, so I’ve normally got this text saying one thing but I know, I’m sure of it, that it actually means something else, and what the hell do I do with this now and just kill me

In this case - I’m sorry guys - from what I’ve seen most people don’t agree with me, but I’m not changing my mind. I would never translate Cas’ I love you as a singular. Never ever. It would be dishonest of me, and definitely an overinterpretation. A casual viewer wouldn’t even notice the camera pan to Dean, or would assume it’s normal in a platonic way - Dean’s the one Cas has the profound bond with, after all - he saved Dean from Hell, rebelled against Heaven because Dean asked him to, and is generally learning how to think and feel for himself from Dean. Most of the time when Cas is speaking we get a reaction shot from Dean, not Sam, but reaction shots in themselves are not enough to assume two characters are in love with each other and want to bang right, left and centre. And, well, I’m not a fansubber, but I like follow the work of the Italian fansubbing community and 99% of the time they do an outstanding job, so I’ve gone tinkering around on their websites and this is what they did -

Conoscervi…è stata la cosa più bella, per me. E tutte le cose…che abbiamo condiviso…mi hanno cambiato. Siete la mia famiglia. Vi voglio bene. A tutti voi.

- and, to me, it makes perfect sense. The verb to love in Italian - amare - is profoundly connected with romantic or sexual love, and it’d be beyond weird to use it with a family member. Voler bene is the expression we use for that, and is how Cas’ I love you - I love all of you is translated as.

Compare and contrast with Metatron’s taunts - He’s in love with…humanity - which was translated as È innamorato…dell’umanità: that was the right choice, because ‘in love’ is the unambiguous expression for romantic love, just like innamorarsi di qualcuno in Italian. In fact, all the most famous instances of I love you directed to family members were inevitably translated with voler bene.

Va tutto bene. Perche’ sei mio fratello. E ti voglio bene comunque. [5x11, Sam]

Lucifero…Tu sei mio fratello e ti voglio bene. [5x12, Gabriel]

In Italian, amare can be used with family members and friends but not as a direct ti amo - only in a kind of I love my friends way. This is recognized by the fansubbers, who do use the word when the context is more general:

Deludo le persone che amo. Ho deluso papa’ e adesso credo di aver deluso anche te. [2x22, Dean]

E quando cederai alla fine, e credimi, cederai, Sam…e tutti quelli che conosci e ami…potrebbero essere morti da tempo. Tutti eccetto me. [10x22, Cas]

Translating Cas’ I love you as Ti amo would have been incorrect, out of context and dishonest, especially since Cas just said all three Winchesters are like family to him.

So, look - what annoys me about stuff like that is that what we’re doing right now is the inevitable result. The whole point of inserting ambiguous scenes is to keep everybody happy and get people talking about what happened so we won’t lose interest in the show. Some people right now are elated because my God, Cas told Dean he loved him, while other people feel tricked and let down by the fact the scene wasn’t clear enough, and the thing is - there is no right or wrong answer because that’s how the scene was written in the first place - ambiguously. The words mean one thing, but the way they’re framed into the conversation means another. They could be directed at Dean, but Cas looks away from him, but we still get Dean’s reaction shot. And so on, and so forth. One could easily write a novel about how this scene was written, played and shot, and I’ve got no doubt we will do that, just as we wrote novels about all those other moments who meant everything and nothing, all at once.


Just for fun: here’s the work of the other fansubbers in romance languages.

French: Vous connaître…Ce fut la meilleure partie de ma vie. Les choses qu'on a partagées m'ont transformé. Vous êtes ma famille. Je vous aime. Je vous aime tous. [PLURAL]

Portuguese: Conhecer vocês…foi a melhor parte da minha vida. E as coisas que…as coisas que fizemos juntos, elas me mudaram. Vocês são minha família. Eu amo vocês. Amo todos vocês. [PLURAL]

Spanish: Conoceros…ha sido lo mejor de mi vida. Y las cosas…Las cosas  que hemos compartido juntos, me han cambiado. Sois mi familia. Os quiero. Os quiero a todos. [PLURAL]


So, please - there were a lot of significant things going on in this episode, and as a determined and obsessive and combative Cas girl, I was blown away by Cas acknowledging and accepting his place at the Winchesters’ side and formulating those human feelings that have been flickering on and off in his chest from the start, but personally, I’m also not going to kid myself here. This did not make Destiel canon: like many other choices they’ve made other the years, it made Destiel easier, believable, within reach and a natural conclusion to this story they’re telling - but for the moment, that relationship is still subtextual and it’s up to them to bloody get it out of the subtext, not up to us to drag it out - and that’s simply how the rules work.

I’m so proud of exo and seeing them this happy just makes my heart feel heavy with love. I always think about how years ago they had to go through really tough times and having to hear people constantly saying that they were over and they probably felt like it really was the end and now, 3 years later, they performed in the biggest stadium of South Korea and i love that whenever people want to see them fail, they always comeback stronger than the last time.

Top 5 Double b moments

To @shimco  ❤️❤️

Remember this is in NO particular order because i think it is quite impossible to decide…

 1) lets start with this amazing moment! 

Originally posted by wocjiho

Let me break it down as to why i like it! Firstly the reason this moment is so special in that hanbin actually made my heart skip a beat! It completely took me by suprise, which makes twice the better. Also the fact that hanbin didn’t care about the cameras and like the sweetness of him kissing his hand was so pure… I don’t what more to say than my heart fluttered too hard 

 2) Rather than moments i will kind choose like the aspect of double b i like the most becausee you know i can’t decide but i want to talk about how different hanbin is when bobby is not around compared to when he is.

Originally posted by ygboys-ot11

Ok so i know this was kind of supposed to be a yunbin moment, however when i break it down, all i keep focusing on was when yunhyeong said hanbin was all sad when bobby left. Also saying that because bobby wasn’t there he was snuggling up to yunhyeong like how he does to BOBBY!! This gives us a bts as to how hanbin acts around bobby and clearly shows how much of a impact bobby has on him.

Secondly: when bobby was filming with his dad and hanbin was all sad especially when junhoe was talking to bobby, since he didn’t get a chance to talk to him.

but then the contrast when bobby is there… GOD MY HEARRTT!!! LIKE look how hanbin is when he is around bobby like it is so precious.

 3) Now lets move onto my favourite thing which is all the double b flirting that they do on stage! Ok i know this isn’t just one moment but how can i just choose one moment where they were flirting on stage sooo i will bless you with couple of my favourite moments

Originally posted by exo12lovleywolves

Originally posted by ohitsdoubleb

Originally posted by lk0n

( double b focus clip of this. if you wanted to further fangirl over this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FwemTnS4QGA )

4) The ghost of a vapp, that has left a brutal bruise on my heart for missing it.

Originally posted by ohitsdoubleb

5) So my last moment has to be this moment

Originally posted by hanbabi

this is one of my favourite moments because this moment is so precious. There were so many people around, even LOTS OF PRETTY girls like Jisoo however their focus was only on each other.  Even throughout the whole filming they just had eyes on each other…

Hope you enjoyed that 💕💕💕

justwitcherthings


Thank you all so much for all the kind words and support. I have decided to take a bit of time off from the blog so that I can focus on creating new material, as I felt the last few posts were a bit uninspired. My suggestion box is always open to you lovely people, in case you want to see your suggestions immortalised on the page. Thanks again for sticking with me so far. 

justwitcherthings will return.

- Tim/justwitcherthings

Set-up for Personal Ship Days for the 26 Day Birthday Celebration! Sign-ups Open!

Hey everyone!

Some of you may have seen my post asking if people would be interested in this, and I had a lot of good vibes and responses from it, so I’m going to do it as part of the celebration! :D

Now, what is a personal ship?! 

A personal ship is where I will personalize something to you and ship you with your favorite character!  For example, the last time I did this, I did a mix of love letters, stories, text chains, voicemail messages, etc. (all typed up of course) from their favorite character as if they were together! ^^ 

You can see an example: here for a story example! or here for a love letter example! 

I am going to do this again, but before you start sending me things, please see the rules below!!! ^^ I hope you will join in!  Have fun!! And once you know what you need to do, start sending me some asks! :D 

RULES: 

  • I will be opening this up to send in your submissions now, but I won’t be doing them until probably next week. 
  • There is no guarantee which format I will use (voicemail/text/story/love letter), I just go with whichever feels right at the time. 
  • To enter, you will have to send me an ask! ASKS ONLY! I WILL NOT ACCEPT MESSAGED REQUESTS! And your ask should have the following information:
    • Include some things about you…likes/dislikes, favorites, ect.  This is so I can completely personalize it to you!  ***You do not have to put your name, but it is welcome.  I know some keep their names off of Tumblr, and I respect that.  So don’t put any info in your ask that you wouldn’t want to have used/seen in the response. As for gender preferences for yourself, I will take them all! If you want to specify, great!  If not, great too, I’ll just do everything in my power to keep it gender neutral! ^^ 
    • You have to pick ONE character! It can be from Supernatural (nothing past season 11 please), The Hobbit, or Lord of the Rings. The character you pick will be the one who responds. If you want another character, you have to send a separate request.  I have two days allotted for responses, but please be understanding that these responses will take time, so please don’t send in like 15 of them…
    • This will be similar to Roleplay Q&A where I will roleplay as the character you pick.  So if you pick Crowley, the response, whether it be a text chain, voicemail message, love letter, whatever, it will be written as if it came straight from the King of Hell himself.  Any stories will be written as reader inserts, but through the character’s perspective. 
    • I will send you your personalized ship by writing it in the response to your ask.  So you will not get a response until I actually write it and post it! ^^  It is just easier that way. 
    • I am thinking of doing this on July 31/August 1 (CST), but I wanted to open the asks up to start getting the requests in and start planning! :D 
    • Good luck choosing! :D ^^ 

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When YouTube Meets Superstar (Harry Styles)

Summary: A sort of prequel to YouTube Trivia, in other words the boyfriend tag video.


An Instagram post, that’s how we’d decided to tell people we were dating. I never liked the idea of making a supper long video or tweet to explain nor justify why I was dating someone, it just wasn’t my preferable choice of confirmation unless it was the only way. But not in this case so we opt to posting one of our favorite photos together. Mine was a four part picture from a photo booth we’d been and I ended up loving the silly/cute faces and posses we did, Harry’s in the other hand was different his was somewhat cheesy, it was from last years holiday to Costa Rica the picture had been taking from one of our friends and had actually turned out really good seeing as we didn’t know it had been taken. We were on the porch of the beach house we’d rented for the time being, me leaning on Harry’s chest as he had his arms around me as we laughed from something our friend Mark had probably said.

Ever since my tweeter had been flooding with people asking us to do some sort of video. It was definitely a struggle but after much pleading and kisses I’d convinced Harry of doing a video. And that was exactly what we were about to do. I had my phone ready as I looked at myself in the view finder one last time.

“You look great love, can we please just start the video and be done with it?” Harry asked already over with it

“Don’t be so moody Styles, you may not want to do this right now but by the end of the video I know you’ll want to make more with me” I said winking at him as I pressed record

“Sure I will..” He said sarcastically

“Hello everyone and welcome back to my channel” I started my normal into ignoring Harry’s little remark “As you can see today I’m joined by a very special someone, would you like to introduce yourself?” I asked turning to look at Harry

“Hi, I’m Harry” He said nervously

“Now about a month ago we posted some photos on Instagram confirming a curtain suspicion you’ve all had for quite a while now but apart from the photos we didn’t say anything regarding to the situation.” I explained

“Can I just say that I don’t think we needed to explain anything, I mean the photos kind of say it all” Harry bumped in

“Yeah they pretty much did. But ever since that happened you guys have been constantly asking us to do any type of relationship based video, more specifically the boyfriend tag. So without further due lets start this thing, shall we?” I said with my phone in hand to which he nodded “Okay first question; Where did we meet?” Asked looking at him

“Is this kind of like I have to guess it right or who says it first?” He asked

“No..” I frowned chuckling “It’s just like a conversation about these things”

“Oh so like us informing them about it” He said to which I nodded “Okay, okay. Well if we’re talking first meet it was at a party that.. was it Ed the one who throwing the party?”

“Yeah it was Ed. As you guys know we’re both good friends with Ed and I’d previously told him about my crush on Harry to which he thought would be a good idea to throw a party, invite us and in the process try to ‘hook us up’” I said making air quotations

“Ugh.. I don’t like that term..” Harry said squinting his face

“Me neither but it was what he was trying to do” I said shrugging in the process

“Yeah I remember Ed and I were talking about something and he kept looking around every so often and asked him who he was looking for, after a while you showed up because he was all like 'Hey there’s someone I want you to meet’ and we walked over to a small group of people you were talking to and yeah that’s pretty much it.” Harry explained

“Umm where was out first date?” I read out “This is actually quite funny because a lot of people always presume we went to like a super fancy restaurant or did something luxurious but we didn’t, it was an amazing date nonetheless” I said smiling

“Yeah I’ve seen comments like that being made but we had been good friends before even thinking of being something else and she’d been to my place a fare amount of times before so I invited her over, made dinner and we ended up talking and watching movies all night.” He mentioned

“It was good. Okay, what was our first impressions of each other?” I said thinking back to when we first met “I think my first impression of you when actually meeting you not from like videos of you doing interviews or anything like that, I just remember thinking 'Oh lord he is as attractive as I thought he would be and I’m going to kill Ed for doing this.” I finished up laughing to which he joined

“This is going to sound bad but my first impression of you was that you had a really nice body..” He said making me gasp

“What!?” I said trying to sound shocked and slightly ofended “So you just liked my body that much you decided to talk to me?” I asked with a raised eyebrow

“Well not to that point..” He started making me let out a loud gasp in a 'ofended’ tone “But I did like your body, you were wearing a fitted dress and it looked really good on you” He said shrugging

“So basically you’re with me because of my body that’s what you’re trying to say” I said looking away from him pretending to be disappointed

“What? Babe no.. That’s not what I meant you know that..” He said hugging me from the side and kissing my cheek in the process

“Sure Styles.. Let’s keep going shall we?” I said making a pop noise with my mouth before looking back at my phone

We kept on answering the various questions, me opting to skip a few since they were a bit silly. It was pretty fun and interesting to see what Harry would answer to some of the questions like what do we argue about the most, what is one food I dislike or who wears the pants in the relationship which had us a little rant about it. But over all it was a proper laugh.

“Uhh this one is good. What is something you do that I wish you didn’t?” I asked knowing exactly what it was and by the look on his face he knew as well

Groaning he said “I already now what you’re going to say..”

“Really? What do you think I’m going to say?” I said chuckling

“You’re going to say that I leave clothes in some places through the house..” He said with a little groan

“In some places?” I asked to which he closed his eyes “This boy leaves clothes everywhere and I mean everywhere throughout the house. I could be in the kitchen and see a shirt or jacket laying around.” I said laughing

We continued on a few more questions until it was time to finish.

“Okay last question; If I could live anywhere, where would it be?” I asked putting down my phone

“Oh this ones easy.” He said not having to think too much about it “(Y/N) liked to talk about Iceland a lot when we first met. And our first sort of holiday together was to Iceland, we liked going there so much that we actually bought a house there..” He said making my eyes go wide since I hadn’t said anything about this in my channel

“Harry!” I said shaking my head “I hadn’t told them yet..”

“Oh sorry..” He said with a half smile

“Just so you guys know we’re not going to move there or anything like that. We bought the house because the place we go to is sometimes really hard to find a place to rent so one day while we walked around I say a house that looked beautiful and it said it was on sale..” I explained “Long story short we bought the house but we aren’t going to move there”

“Not yet..” Harry murmured but not quiet enough and I knew the mic had caught

“Harry..” I said in a warning voice “Anyway that is all I have for today. I hope you guys enjoyed this video, if you did please give it a thumbs up and subscribe if your it already. I’ll see you again next week. Bye!” I said waving goodbye as Harry joined

Getting up I went and turned off the camera and started disconnecting everything to start and put things away. Looking back at Harry I smiled and said.

“So how was that for your first video?” I asked with a smirk

“It was actually fun..” He said getting up and coming next to me “I might do it again sometime” Leaning down he kissed me then started to walk out the room

“I’ll take that to word Styles!” I said loudly as I finished up turning off the lights besides the camera.

anonymous asked:

Literally that last anon was ridiculously rude. If they liked certain recipes, they could have just asked to you post more of that type. I think everything you post looks lovely! Even when the recipes aren't to my taste, they still are so pretty to look at and it's always such a pleasure to see such lovely desserts popping up on my feed. So please don't let nasty people get you down. Your blog is stunning and I've saved quite a few of the recipes~

aw thanks for all the love babe, it really means a lot to me <3

all i want to do is post yummy looking recipes for people to try or just look at, the last thing i wanted to do was upset someone haha, so really thank you for the love<3 wish you were not an anon so i could follow your lovely self 

xx

goodbye selena, thanks for everything

this is a farewell post for our friend selena.

@alisons you were great and everything you did was great. i’m really really going to miss you, selena. you won’t see this but you are one of the people who have made the most lasting impression on my life.

thank you so much for the amazing year, i love you - jordan

REASONS WHY YOU NEED TO READ TOA

Spoilers? Low-key yes.

1. Doctor’s Orders = (I have a) Doctor’s Note

2. Kayla Knowles has two dads (Did I spell her last name wrong? Probably)

3. Apollo understands the pain of pregnancy/childbirth

4. ANNABETH CHASE AND MALCOLM PACE +more demigod surnames and Athena I see you

5. Harley spends his time inventing death race courses and a way to bring back Leo

6. Nyssa cursing in Spanish (You go Barrera)

7. APOLLO BEING SELF-CONSCIOUS ABOUT HIS BODY

8. “You are gorgeous and people love you!”

9. DEMIGOD CULTURES/ETHNICITIES AND LAST NAMES FOR ONCE

10. Aspiring Olympic Archer Kayla and Saxophone Master Austin

11. Blofis is a magical chant (yesssssssss)

12. DIONYSUS IS GONE

13. Percy feelz on loosing people who were badly influenced

14. APOLLO SEEING WHY POSEIDON FELL IN LOVE WITH SALLY

15. Annabeth’s fam emergency (we know perce we know)

16. APOLLO BEING OPENLY BISEXUAL OR PANSEXUAL BUT YES YOU GO MAN

17. College has taken away so many peeps (Should I cry? Yes I wanna)

18. ASIANS, AFRICANS, ITALIANS, OH MY (+MORE CANADIANS)

19. Meg’s attitude and pudginess (I’m having negative emotions bai)

20. DEMIGOD’S MORTAL PARENT’S NAMES

21. Post-war Rachel Dare

22. Mentions of my country Peru

23. SPN REFERENCE-ISH

24. Apollo = Mommy’s Boy

25. Feat. Apollo’s heartaches/broken heart

26. MORE DEMIGOD TWINS

27. Haikus/Poems/FunnyFails

28. AND MANNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY MORE I CAN’T SAY CAUSE YOU SHOULD JUST GO READ IT THX

29. and I forgot Brazillian Only-Portuguese speaker whoops (*waves flag in peace*)

InuKag Last Day Bonus: Thank You Cynthia

I can’t believe InuKag Week is actually ending today. It’s been such an amazing fun wild seven days, and it’s felt like an avalanche I was snowboarding on from the very beginning on Monday to the last today. 

All the content has filled me with so much InuKag love, I didn’t even think I was capable of loving this ship anymore than I do, but everyone combined putting out amazing effort to post or reblog or submit, it’s almost like we were all together at a week long festival just happy to be around. I’ve discovered so many people from this event, my following list has GROWN exponentially haha. 

Last year I made a post like this thanking the fandom, and trust me when I say none of this is possible without the participation and love of a large group of people supporting us throughout the entire thing. You all are the heart and soul of this machine, and it doesn’t have a purpose without you. 

But this year I want to Thank Someone very special and dear to this fandom and myself:

@inukag aka Cynthia, has given so much to make not only this event, but our corner of the InuKag fandom an incredibly fun and interactive place. Last year when we did InuKag week together, we were both already excited and expectant for InuKag Week 2017, and before we knew it, IT WAS 2017, and she had taken care of ALL the prompts, ALL the edits, she REVAMPED the theme of this site, and from the very start on Monday at midnight, she was checking the tags, answering asks, doing it all while I was sleeping

(And “Family” day btw? I’ve already told you, but it WRECKED ME. Like a damn wrecking ball, Miley Cyrus aside, it ended my life over and over and over again.) 

She can try telling you we were a team today, but if we were a team, she was my leader and I followed a few miles behind in absolute awe. 

She needs 100% credit for this week, and WHAT BETTER PERSON to give credit to for InuKag week if not the sole owner of the canon InuKag url. (Doesn’t get better than this, folks)

Maybe you’ve known her as “towards-tomorrow” or maybe you’ve just gotten to know her these past two years as “inukag”, but I can promise you that if you’ve ever looked up anything remotely InuKag, you have probably liked or reblogged her gifs and beautiful gorgeous edits or analysis essays. Her imprint on this fandom echoes out from years and years ago to the present. 

She’s been patient and tolerant and kind, digging through canon material to explain things to us- us who have no clue what chapter is what. You could ask her “what chapters did Kagome get mad at Inuyasha?” and she’ll pull out annotated pages with highlighted quotes and footnotes. 

This girl spent days and sleepless hours making sure the promos for the InuKag Week 2017 Master Post were perfect- sometimes, sometimes I wish everyone got a behind the scenes look at how she spends meticulous time making sure every frame is perfect, making sure she has the right English verbiage, going through drafts and drafts on her tumblr until she has it just right. Still kicking herself sometimes for it not being as perfect as SHE wanted it to be, even though it’s BEYOND PERFECT to everyone else. 

She spent time thinking “How can we make this as inclusive as possible?”. She thinks of ideas on how to make it so every single person can do SOMETHING as long as they want to and have the means to access a computer or phone. 

This InuKag Week has by and large been even more fun and successful than the last, and I just want to take a moment to Thank You

This fandom doesn’t deserve you, it’s never deserved you. And even when you’re burnt out, even when you’re wondering “is it even worth it”, you pull it through and manage to host an entire week long event that ignites us. 

You are the Queen, and this week would never have functioned the way it has without you. 

(We look professional af Cynthia and it’s all because of you.)

One day you might be making events or sites for big corporate companies (maybe a small indie firm), or sit in a really nice office with a window, and I really hope you remember the impact you’ve made in this VERY LARGE corner of the fandom.

I love you, and thank you thank you thank you. 

There’s still the rest of today to enjoy our favorite Soul Mates, so take a break, enjoy your weekend (what’s left of it!) and look back at all these wonderful people celebrating with us. Bask in it. 

HAPPY INUKAG WEEK!!! <3

- Until the next sappy long post on this blog, Mod: Lali

So I am a spoiler whore. I make zero apologies for that. But I have been way too busy lately to really find them. I want to know all about 2x17 (Kevin Smith’s episode). Of course, the only thing I am more a whore for is speculation. Wild speculation that is always wrong. So you have been warned.

Based on photos from Kevin Smith and some other sources this is where I am at:

Karamel is still going strong. Evidence–he is sleeping over in her bed (morning light coming into the window) and game night. I am also going to throw in that she has him at the fortress of solitude. Which also makes me wonder is she going to fly his ass there like Superman flies Lois all the time…because I am 1000% here for that.

My guess is that happiness will be shattered by the Daxam king and queen showing up.

I am pretty sure they attack earth. Evidence–pictures that appear to be KS standing on a piece of spaceship and the throne room pic looks more like something on a ship with the lighting (I am 50/50 though because those statues are huge), and Linda Carter is in the episode.

Based on the pictures of the Daxam guards we know that it has been people from Daxam looking for Mon el. Someone speculated last week that they were his parents. I buy that more. Teri Hatcher posted that pic of her getting fitted for armour. Both her and Kevin Sorbo are in this episode and are bad guys. They have to be the king and queen because they have the ability/power to search the galaxy for this guy. He is also obviously their son because noone goes to this much trouble to find their son’s palace guard buddy.

So here are my conclusions: karamel are super happy maybe even exchanging I love yous. Then this attack happens and the president needs help. Except that it comes out that they want Mon el and Kara wants to protect him but she also wants answers, so to the fortress of solitude they go. There he has to confess who he really is. Although to be honest, I prefer that she is showing him the fortress in order to be open and show him all of her. Then the reveal comes when Mon el and Supergirl show up to fight and one of the guards takes off their helmet and he is all, “mom?”. This seems more KS style, too. Cue all the amazing angst.

So tell me what I missed, because I want it all.

Pete Wentz x Reader : You’re Mine

A/N: This week has been such an emotional rollercoaster and I really opened up to a couple people. You guys have been my rock and keep my sane, thanks so much for all the love and support! You’re the best and you give me incentive and goals to accomplish, helping me get an escape from my crazy life. As always, feel free to stop by and leave me a question or a fanfic request. You’re the best and I love you all! Here’s my first posted smut fanfiction, hope you like it!

Anonymous said:
can you write a Pete (wentz) or Josh (dun) imagine where you’re an actress and filming a movie with Dave Franco (legit he is so hot kill me) and you bring your boyfriend (Pete/Josh) to the set and there’s a steamy scene between you and Dave, and then when you get home, (Pete/josh) has really dominant sex with you, to kinda show you who you “belong” to? sorry if this is cringey

FEMALE READER! MY FIRST POSTED SMUT FANFIC! BEWARE! ;)

“Hey, mind if I tag along today?” Pete raised his eyebrows.

“Sure,” you nodded. The tiny voice in the back of your mind doubted him coming along as you got in the car and Pete drove you to the set. Yeah, you loved spending time with Pete when he wasn’t on tour, but it made you so self conscious when he was watching you act.

You were Hollywood’s top actress at the moment, had just won an Oscar and you were just featured on the front of People magazine just last week. You were dating Pete Wentz, rock star and bassist for your favorite band, Fall Out Boy, and you were currently the hottest trend setter on social media. It was strange to say that you didn’t feel nervous when you were talking to crowds or saying embarrassing things at interviews, but whenever Pete so much as looked at you, you instantly became on guard. Not that he made you uncomfortable, but more of the fact that you always were wondering if you were good enough for him. Self doubt always came back to haunt you, especially when it came to relationships. Before Pete, you had dated a rich snobby millionaire who only liked you for fame, more money, and the fact that you took him to all the new movie premieres. He was a fuckboy and an asshole, and you dumped him for good after you started seeing the real side of him. But Pete was nothing like that. Yeah, he could be flirtatious or joke around at times, but he really did love you. He once canceled a flight just because he was worried about you, always took care of you, and didn’t care about the fame. As long as he had you, just you, it was good enough for him.

“What scene are you filming today?” he wondered.

“I don’t know yet,” you responded. “We just got done with the whole wild party scene, and I think we’re going to try to get some more done from last night.”

“Wild party?” Pete glanced at you. “Does wild party mean wild y/n?”

“Don’t worry about me,” you chuckled. “You’ve read over the script.”

“I know, I know,” he sighed. “I’m just, overprotective sometimes.”

“Not always a bad thing,” you leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“So who’s on set currently?” he inquired.

You listed off a few names, but as soon as you mentioned Dave Franco, Pete groaned. “Why? What’s wrong with Dave?” you murmured.

“Nothing,” he shook his head. “He’s just…”

“Just?” you prodded.

“Better looking than me,” Pete shrugged as he pulled into the lot and parked the car.

“Woah, woah, hold up,” you stopped him. “Don’t ever compare yourself to any other man. I love you Pete, because you’re not like them. You’re so much better than they will ever be. You’re authentic and real and pure and you’re not fake. You’re exactly what I want. Okay?”

“Okay,” he whispered.

“I love you,” you reminded with a smile.

“Love you too,” he laughed. “Now come on. Let’s get you in there before you’re late.”

You arrived on set and Pete followed behind you, standing off to the side as you talked to your director and he handed you the cut of the script you’d be working on today. As soon as you saw it, your stomach lurched and color drained from your face. Yeah, you had told Pete about this scene before you accepted the role, and you had done things like this in movies before, but you had never actually had Pete watch you while you were filming. The fact that he had just mentioned to you how he compared himself to Dave earlier made you sick. You looked down at the script again, looking at the oh so familiar beginning line of the scene, and closed your eyes. Of any scene in the entire movie, you just had to be filming this one today, the one day that Pete comes to watch.

You glanced over the script, even though you knew exactly what it contained. It was a make out session with Dave, him taking your shirt off, maybe even a lap dance… You looked at your director, who hadn’t even seemed to notice there was a problem, and he was already off talking to Dave. You looked back at the script, and then glanced at Pete, who smiled at you, and you gave a hesitant smile back. Usually Pete stood a little whiles away, just standing there or pulling his phone out, just blending into the atmosphere of the crew. But today, he stuck out like a sore thumb. You knew he was watching, and you knew he was going to probably talk to you about this later, and you knew something bad was going to happen. You just held the script in your hand, frozen like a statue, until you director came by and snapped his fingers in front of your face. “Everything okay, y/n?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” you stammered.

“Good. Because we need top notch performance today,” he grinned. “I want this to be passionate, I want this to be real intense, and I want this to have a great chemistry. I know you and Dave work super well together, but this is really the time to shine. So whatever you gotta do, I need you to do it, okay? Just let loose, I want to see that sexy side of you. Okay?”

“Oh, um, okay,” you nodded slowly. I guess the director didn’t notice Pete come in, and even if he did, he wasn’t saying anything.

“Great,” he gave you a thumbs up. “Why don’t you go over and have a little talk with Dave and then we’ll start in five minutes, how about that?”

“Uh, yeah,” you mumbled, watching him walk away and leaving you sort of in a daze. The fact that Pete was going to watch all of this unfold made you sick to the stomach. Yeah, it was fine to film it and then watch the scene with Pete later, but to have him there actually watching you as you acted everything out… You were horrified.

“Hey,” Dave waved to you.

“Hi,” you plastered on a fake smile.

“So, today’s the big day, huh?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

“I see you brought Pete along today,” he smirked. “Pretty risky choice, don’t you think?”

“I didn’t know we were filming this scene today,” you argued.

“Still,” Dave insisted. “He does know what the script contains, right?”

“He knows,” you responded. “He just doesn’t know that he’s going to be there to witness it take place in front of his very eyes.”

“Why? You’re afraid he might get jealous?” Dave chuckled.

“Maybe,” you admitted.

“Well don’t worry,” Dave winked. “If we do it right the first couple times, then we won’t have to repeat it again. Not that I’m saying I won’t enjoy your beautiful presence so close to me, but for the sake of your relationship with Pete, it’s best this stays strictly professional.”

“I’m not saying I don’t enjoy you either,” you added. “But I think Pete would murder me if he ever found out I liked filming those scenes with other men.”

“Other men?” Dave wondered. “Sweetheart, I’m the only one in this film that’s going to get that close to you. No competition here.”

“What a flirt,” you giggled.

“Well I’m going to go read over my lines with the couple minutes we have to spare,” Dave decided. “I’ll see you when it’s time to get it on.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you laughed and watched him walk away. You looked back and saw Pete walking towards you, your smile fading and panic rising up within you. Stay calm, stay cool, stay collected. It’s honestly nothing. It’s going to be fine.

“Getting pretty comfortable with Franco over there, huh?” Pete wondered.

“Shut up,” you kissed him on the cheek. “You know you’re my one and only, right?”

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes. “So what are you going to work on today?”

“Uh…” you tried to think of a response.

“Isn’t that today’s script?” Pete reminded, pointing to the paper in your hand.

“Um, yeah it is,” you gave a nervous giggle. “I just, uh, I didn’t know we were working on it today.”

“Why? Something wrong?” he inquired.

“No, um, nothing wrong,” you shook your head.

“You’re not telling me something,” he insisted. “What’s up?”

“Well,” you looked up at Pete, his eyes hurt and worried, but also curious.

“I can go if you want me to-” he began to say but you interrupted.

“No,” you quickly pulled him back. “Don’t leave.” Fuck, why did you say that? You should just let him go.

“Okay,” he sighed. “Can you at least tell me or show me what part you’re filming today? I feel like you’re keeping a secret.”

“Here,” you finally mumbled, handing him the script and watching filled with fear as his eyes skimmed over the words. He stared at it with a blank expression, and then a sly smile spread on his face as he read more, flipping over the page and chuckling, then grinning and finally laughing as he handed the paper back to you. You had expected him to be agitated or angry or jealous, not to find it amusing.

“Hell, I’d love to see this,” he smiled. “I don’t want to miss out.”

“Yeah, but like, aren’t you going to be angry at me or something?” you whispered.

“This is your job, isn’t it?” Pete retorted. “You signed up for this.”

“Okay,” you responded.

“Do what you want,” he told you as he folded your arms, and a voice in the back of your mind whispered that maybe something was up. He looked pretty annoyed, as if he didn’t like the thought of it, but the fake smile on his face and the look in his eyes showed you that he would be fine. There was something about Pete looking at you with that face that made you uneasy. You didn’t know why though. He was so hard to comprehend sometimes.

You gave him a hug, wrapping your arms around him and feeling his arms squeeze you tight. “Love you,” you reminded.

“Love you too, sweetie,” he gave you a kiss on the forehead. “Go put on a show for me.”

“Yeah right,” you snorted.

“For me,” he insisted.

“Anything for you,” you winked, returning to the place where your director was calling you.

Wardrobe and makeup didn’t take too long, although the hair department was slacking off a little bit, but it only took about half an hour before everything was set up and you were ready to film the scene. You had run over the script with Dave, once in a while taking a nervous glance at Pete, when it was finally ready for the camera to catch the action.

It was a simple scene. You and Dave were supposed to be escaping a wild party, him leading you up to an empty bedroom, and you could probably guess what happens next. You were dressed in a tight tank top and a short shorts, your hair curled and cascading down your shoulders, lipstick the perfect shade of red and a naughty look in your eye. It was hard to concentrate getting into character when every time you looked at Pete, he was glaring at you, as if silently scolding you for so much as just standing that close to Dave. You looked away, unable to take the punishment of him just staring at you like that, and shook your head, clearing your thoughts of Pete. Just forget he’s even there. Do what you do best. Get inside your character’s head and just perform.

You sat on the edge of the bed, Dave dressed in a loose t-shirt and jeans, and he sat beside you as the director counted down and yelled, “Take one! Action!”

You glanced at Dave, a dangerous look in his eyes as he took your face in his and leaned in close. You had read the script so many times before. You knew this was going to happen. “See?” he smiled. “It’s better when there’s less people.”

“Mhm,” you nodded slowly as he leaned in closer, his lips so close to yours.

“Don’t you love it when it’s just the two of us?” he raised an eyebrow, lips crashing into you without warning and pushing you back onto the mattress. His tongue passionately fought with yours until he pulled away, your head resting on the pillows as you both gasped for breath, a pang of guilt in your side knowing Pete had just watched that. Shut up, you had to stay in character.

“How about a little of this?” you suggested, pulling him in for another kiss, but this time your hands snaked up the sides of his shirt and pulled it over his head, leaving him shirtless.

Your ran your hands through his brown hair as he pulled your shirt off as well, trailing his lips down your neck, making you moan. “You like that?” he wondered, pulling a hand up to massage one of your breasts. You gasped, making him grin as he kissed you on the lips again, this time soft and gentle.

You closed your eyes, but when you opened them and caught the glimpse of Pete standing in the corner, fists clenched at his sides and a piercing look in his eyes, you instantly lost focus and pushed Dave back instinctively, taking a hand and pressing it to his chest, pushing him back and sitting up, regaining your breath. This wasn’t right. You couldn’t do this with Pete glaring at you like that. You felt like a robber trying to steal money from a bank while the cop was watching. You couldn’t do it, you knew it was wrong, but you just had to have it anyways. You agreed to this, you wanted this, and you didn’t know Pete was going to ruin this role for you. How were you supposed to know you were filming this scene today? “Something wrong?” the director snapped you out of your thoughts, Dave in front of you running a hand through his hair exhausted, and you looked at the director.

“Huh?” you asked, confused.

“Everything was going great and then you just sort of stopped,” the director frowned. “Do it again, a little more action this time, I like it.”

You slipped  your shirt back on and so did Dave, doing a couple more takes. You couldn’t help but sigh and moan whenever Dave’s hot lips touched your skin, or when his hands reached up underneath your bra, or how he would whisper words into your ear, but you told yourself this was acting. This was a role. This was just losing yourself in the character, in the moment, in the scene. This didn’t really mean anything. As you wrapped your legs around Dave’s waist, grinding onto him, you couldn’t help but feel guilty. Sure, Dave was an amazing guy, especially hot and handsome, but Pete was right there watching this all unfold. Every single time you so much as kissed Dave, you felt as if shot in the heart, as if you knew this would cost you something later. You shoved the thoughts out of your mind, pressing your stomach closer to him as you tightened your grip around his waist, continuing as the script had said. ?It only took a handful of takes before they director got what he needed, and then he let you guys go free.

You went to the back to get changed and take a shower, Dave following close by you, and you made sure not to make eye contact or glance at Pete as you left the room. “Well that was nice,” Dave laughed as you both walked out the door of the set and to the costume department where your regular clothes were waiting.

“Yeah,” you felt your face turn bright red as you admitted it.

“You’ve got some nerve, y/n. Bringing your boyfriend in to watch,” he chuckled. “Takes guts.”

“I didn’t really have a choice, did I?” you reminded.

“Ah, I see,” Dave nodded slowly. “Well I hope it doesn’t make things awkward between you and Pete.”

“It shouldn’t,” you reassured, not quite able to believe your own words as you said them. “He’s cool with it.”

“Well that’s good,” Dave smiled. “He’s a great guy.”

You took a quick shower and then got dressed in what you had arrived in this morning, skinny jeans and a hoodie, your curly hair straightened again, and you looked in the mirror, realizing Dave had left a hickey on your neck. “Oh shit,” you gasped aloud, covering it with your hand. Pete was going to be so pissed, and you knew it.

You walked out and Pete was there by a wall, arms crossed and an angry frown on his lips, staring at you as you approached him. “Hey babe,” he greeted, face still stoic.

“Hi,” you gave an attempt at a half smile.

“Let’s go home,” he decided. “You’ve had a long day.”

“Okay,” you agreed quietly, not wanting to say anything else. You could feel the tension in the air, the quietness of the car as you rode back, how he slammed the car door shut when you parked in the driveway. You glanced at him, concerned, and then decided to ignore it. You’d talk to him later. Who knows where he was going. You walked into the house and set down your things, ready to get changed in something more comfortable, walking to the bedroom and opening up your closet, trying to find something to wear. That’s when you felt two firm hands grab your hips, fingers curling around your waist, tight grip not letting you move. You froze, and then felt a warm breath tickle your ear.

“Don’t think you can get off the hook so fast, princess,” he warned. It was Pete. Of course.

“I’m sorry-” your breath hitched as he spun you around, facing you with eyes full of lust and envy and anger. He gripped your hips tighter staring into your eyes and analyzing your face.

“What makes you think you can do that?” he asked. “You think it’s okay to let other boys touch you like I do?”

“N-no,” you stammered.

“Then why did you do it?” he challenged, pulling you closer to him. “Much less right in front of me?”

“I, um…” your voice trailed off as his forehead touched yours, eyes glaring at you, fierce and defiant and glowing with warning.

“Nobody’s allowed to have you except me,” he demanded. “Understand?”

“Yes,” you agreed.

“I don’t think you do,” Pete shook his head. “Maybe I’ll have to teach you. Hmm?”

“Pete-” you began to protest, but he toppled you backwards, practically dragging you to the bed by your hips until he set you down and crawled on top of you, his weight crushing you underneath. His hands were on your shoulders, pressing you down into the mattress, his lips close to yours.

“I think you need a punishment,” he decided. “I think you’ve forgotten who you belong to, sweetheart.”

“No I think I’m-” you started to say, but he kissed you before you could finish.

When he pulled away, he shook his head and clicked his tongue. “You see, only the bad girls argue,” he explained. “Are you a bad girl, y/n?”

“Pete,” you gasped, looking at him shocked and scared, but he only kissed you again, his fingers tugging off the fabric of your hoodie until your stomach was exposed, as well as your lace bra.

“What a dirty little slut,” he narrowed his eyes. “Wearing those tight shirt and short shorts, dressed for somebody other than me, giving your love to somebody other than me. Letting other men touch you.”

“I’m, I’m sorry babe,” you tried to apologize but he just stared at you in disappointment.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it this time,” he replied. He kissed your lips once again, but this time when he pulled back, he stared at the mark on your neck. You froze, knowing very well what he had found. “Y/n…”

“I didn’t think that-” you began but Pete put a finger to your mouth, shushing you.

“No excuses,” he glared. “He left a mark on your skin. Another man. Someone who wasn’t me.”

“Please,” you begged. “I didn’t mean to.”

“You’re desperate, aren’t you?” he raised an eyebrow. “Well there’s no way you’re going to get away from this one, honey. You fucked up real bad, and I’m going to make sure you know it.”

He kissed you hard, his lips delving into yours, then making its way down your neck, sucking and biting at your skin recklessly, making you moan loudly. “Pete,” you gasped, but he wouldn’t stop.

“I’m the only one who’s allowed to do this to you,” he reminded, unclasping your bra and tossing it aside with your hoodie, cupping your breasts with his hands.

“Don’t,” you whispered, but it was too late. He had made his way down to your chest, sucking at your nipples and then trailing his fingers down to the button of your jeans.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson in the worst way,” he smirked, unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them off your legs with your underwear, leaving you completely exposed as he tossed away the last articles of clothing. You were completely naked underneath him, while he was still fully clothed. He analyzed your body up and down, his eyes scanning you with pure jealousy. “You belong to me, remember? You’re mine.”

“Yes,” you swallowed hard.

“I don’t think I heard you,” he challenged.

“Yes,” you repeated.

“I want you to say it,” he looked you in the eyes. “Say it out loud.”

“I belong to you, Pete,” you responded, looking at him for approval. “I’m all yours.”

“Good,” he growled. “Don’t forget it.”

He glanced at you, and then trailed his hand up your inner thigh, his fingers resting on your core. “Pete,” you pleaded, feeling yourself start to yearn for his touch.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he sighed. “Geez, you must really be craving me, haven’t you?”

“Please,” you gasped. “Just give it to me already. I need you.”

“No,” he shook his head, lightly tracing your folds with his finger.

“Stop teasing me,” you gasped as he pressed a thumb to your clit, rubbing small circles.

“What’s a good fuck without a little foreplay?” he chuckled. “Oh y/n, you have so much to learn.”

“Pete just-” you were caught midsentence when he thrusted two fingers inside of you, and you moaned, your head up and your back arched, pressing yourself into his chest.

“Ah, that’s right,” he nodded his head slowly. “We’re going to turn you into a good girl, aren’t we now?” He moved in and out before adding another finger to the mix, slowly fingering you, making you extremely wet.

“Please just fuck me already,” you begged. “I need you Pete.”

“No,” he just laughed. “You need to learn patience, my dear. You need to learn your lesson.”

He thrusted his fingers into you harder, making you gasp, and he just grinned as he quickened his pace. You felt your walls start clenching around his fingers, about to cum. “Pete I’m-” but before anything else, he slipped his fingers out of you, leaving you absolutely aching for more.

“You’re not allowed,” he shook his head. “Only the good girls get to cum.” You stared at him, shocked and angry, and he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them, snickering in amusement as he watched you squirm underneath him, thirsting for his touch.

“Pete,” you closed your eyes. “Please, just please fuck me. I promise I’ll be good, I promise I’ll behave.”

“You just want me so bad, don’t you y/n?” he raised an eyebrow. “You need me.”

“Yes,” you agreed. “I need you Pete, I need you.”

“Have you learned you lesson?” he inquired.

“Yes, please, I just need to feel you,” you gasped, your core still aching for him.

“If you insist,” he gave a sly smile, crawling off of you and pulling off his shirt, unzipping his jeans, pushing down his boxers and shedding his clothes on the floor. You gazed at his gorgeous body as he pulled a condom over his length, gazing at the ink on his skin, the golden tint in his brown eyes, before he laid ontop of you again, and you could feel his hardness. He didn’t say anything as he entered you, leaving you gasping and moaning, and he just grinned, letting each inch fill you. “Goodness, you feel so good babe.”

“Pete,” you moaned his name, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him deeper into you. “I want you so bad.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he responded, thrusting into you hard, again and again. “You. Are. Mine.” He told you the words in between each thrust, picking up a steady rhythm, you bucking your hips up to match his pace, and you could feel the warmth pooling in your stomach.

“Pete-” you began to warn.

“Cum for me babygirl,” he insisted. “I want to feel you.”

He thrusted into you one last time and you screamed his name, feeling you orgasm underneath him, and he grinned with pleasure as he came as well. You both collapsed into each other, your bodies mixed with sweat and gasps for air, waves of pure euphoria washing over you. “Damn,” you gasped as he kissed your neck. “I didn’t know you were so overprotective.”

“I can be dominant sometimes,” Pete smirked, kissing you light on the lips.

“I think I like it,” you confessed.

“I just needed to get my point across,” he narrowed his eyes.

“You did,” you nodded. “Thank you.”

“Remember,” Pete warned. “You’re my girl.”

“I know,” you smiled. “I wouldn’t want anyone else.”

“Not even Dave Franco?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Not even Dave Franco,” you reassured. “I love you, Pete.”

“I love you too, y/n,” Pete sighed.

“Maybe I should get in trouble more often if this is what follows,” you chuckled.

“Not on my watch,” Pete shook his head. “You’re all mine.”