posh look

First Otabek Altin was some trendy great skater with a cool attitude.

Then it turns out he’s also a tough motorcycle dude with a soft side.

Then it turns out he’s also a street boy DJ-ing at night.

THEN HE’S ALSO THIS CLASSY POSH LOOKING GENT WHO PROBABLY READS DOSTOEVSKY AND LISTENS TO TCHAIKOVSKY AT HOME

WHAT MORE?

HOW MUCH MORE WILL WE RAISE THE BAR?

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“Harry,” Ron tugs at his sleeve, “Harry, how do I ‘reblog’ on Instagram?”

Harry swipes left on a brunette girl with pigtails and answers, “You don’t.”  His best friend makes an exasperated sound and Harry looks up to see him turning the phone Harry has bought him to the side as if to find the reblog button there. “You only like things on Instagram.”

“No, no,” Ron assures, “I want to reblog them too.”

Harry rolls his eyes. “No, I mean, you can only press the hearts, you can’t put them on your own wall.”

Ron looks annoyed. “But how are my followers going to see the things then?”

Harry chuckles and turns back to his phone were a too good-looking-to-be-good Theodore Nott has come up as a potential match. “You don’t have any followers,” he says and swipes left. Ron, muttering, doesn’t contradict him.

They’re on the tube, because Harry doesn’t have a connection into the Floo-network (and Harry’s with Ron because he doesn’t dare to let Ron ride by himself, despite protests from him that he ‘can do it by myself, I’ve gone by tube for years now!’ because although it is true, he has also always been with Hermione).

Leaning over, Ron asks, “Can I get Tinder, too?”

“Mate, it’s only a dating app. Nothing else.”

“Oh,” Ron says, “that’s a no then,” and he moves back to Instagram. Harry swipes left on seven people in four seconds and tells Ron he has enough apps as it is anyway.

Harry had been reluctant to get a Tinder profile in the beginning but somehow Ginny of all people had convinced him.

“I won’t meet the love of my life through a screen,” he’d said.

“Yeah, well you’re missing out on a lot of fun and have absolutely no way of meeting them if you sit in your flat and do nothing all day, either,” she’d responded. There had been no good argument after that and she’d “helped” him with his bio by typing “magical fingers and messy hair” and then swiped right on the first five potential matches before Harry had managed to get his phone back.

At first, he’d been meticulous. Gone through people bio’s and photos and really given everyone an honest chance as well as swiping right on a large number of people. After a couple of very awkward conversations, he changed tactics to not swiping right unless it really felt good but after awhile it got too much to invest himself in everyone so deeply. Soon enough he was not only addicted to swiping left, he also didn’t have the energy to care about anything but the first picture. Nowadays, it is more mindless than anything and there goes another three to the left.

It’s always the one’s that he doesn’t immediately swipe left on that he swipes right on. The one’s who makes him hold up, like this girl with rainbow coloured hair. Something that catches Harry’s eye and then he’s off again. Left left left left left Draco Malfoy. With a posh looking picture…

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“oh my god he came, he really came, okay cool, play it cool, don’t want to look overeager and he’s already knocked, okay, just, mrs hudson will let us in, just give him a moment to, i dunno, adjust, don’t people like a moment to adjust, god he came, okay” 

“this posh bastard, christ don’t look at him it’s not polite to stare, okay, play it cool, no need to look overeager, just take a moment to, you know, get my bearings here and then we’ll go up and have a look and i wonder what it would be like to live with him, probably my heart will stop doing that thing someday? probably” 

my hot nerd || peter parker

Characters: peter parker/reader

Genre: fluff, slight smut

Warnings: make out session (;

Summary: Peter comes back from his nightly shenanigans and finds his girlfriend waiting for him in his bedroom.

Request: Pls do this one like with the reader and peter making out or something and it it’s the “Ya know for a nerd you have some pretty nice abs" idea cause that would be so good x
 -  @amber-b242

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so my 9yr old brother watched newsies

here are some choice quotes (i only started taking them down a bit through):

  • talking about the delancey brothers fighting the newsies to stop them from striking “those two against these guys? they have no CHANCE”
    “those guys against just jack dont even have a chance!’
    "BOTH OF THEM HAVE LESS OF A CHANCE BEATING UP JACK THAN ALL OF THESE GUYS”
  • i told him specs’ name and he remembered it and i got excited and he said  “how could i forget specs”
  • “i love specs”
  • when les smashes the delanceys heads together “yeah. YES LES”
  • “jack just looks BADASS!!!!!”
  • goons show up  “who are they? the brooks?”
  • “oh… more boys to beat them up”
  • “i would LOVE to be in this fight”
  • davey, rolling the barrel with les "DAVEY DIDNT KNOW… HE DIDNT KNOW HE WAS IN HERE”
  • romeo gets punched  “WHAT THE FUCK. ROMEO JUST GOT THE ASS WHOOPED OUT OF HIM" 
  • he kind of just talked about crutchie all through santa fe he was so upset that crutchie was gone
  • "cutchies gone”
  • “I WANT CRUTCHIE BACK” x3
  • “I NEED SPANKS! AND FRESH AIR!" 
  • "wait… is it specs or spanks?”
  • “I HAVENT SEEN HIM? WHERE IS HE” asking where specs is in the middle of santa fe because he couldnt remember him in the fight
  • me: “theres specs” him: “WHERE?”
  • katherine talks about the front page “but what about crutchie”
  • as king of new york begins  “race… its just race" 
  • "jacks at his…. air quotations PENTHOUSE” “specs… i dunno just… look at him . hes up on a table”
  • specs doing his fast tapping  “was he the one like TELLELELELELELLELE" 
  • they all start tapping at once  "oh jeez… sick" 
  • “what’s her name” he forgot katherines name in the middle of king of new york
  • king of new york ends “is that the end???”
  • romeo walking on his hands  "YEAH GO ROMEO" 
  • letter from the refuge… “OH. HES IN PRISON. JACK ESCAPED FROM THAT PLACE”
  • i guess i wasnt much help anyway “oh shut up. you were. well you couldnt have done anything” (i cried when he said this)
  • ‘oh yeah jack, this is crutchie by the way’ “snort who else would he think it was? just saying”
  • your brother, crutchie “ oh… OH YEAH”
  • “is that jack? whats he doing? oh hes a painter now”
  • “i like danny” (danny?) “davey" 
  • "hes happy because hes like a little brother…” talking about les and jack. rip davey
  • “I SWEAR SHE LIKES DAVEY MORE THAN JACK. IM JUST SAYING. or she mores friends with davey than jack" 
  • in watch what happens reprise  "theyre like the four main characters. oh and crutchie. its just that hes not here”
  • “THATS HIS DAUGHTER? HIS DAUGHTER?”
  • when jack said that pulitzer stinks  “he sounds like a little kid” and then imitated jack
  • pulitzer says cowboy or convict “ cowboy then. YIPEEYAW, PCHEW PCHEW”
  • what they doing? OH ITS BROOKLYNS! its the brooklyn people! but its actually just them. oh no… the front row… that guys the same guy as before. points at spot (me: hes not new) oh but points at elmer that guys not new. brooklyn. howd they get brooklyn. HOW COME BROOKLYN ARE THE TOP NEWSIES?
  • when jacks not at the strike ‘is that davey? daveys the new man, right?’
  • “everyones afraid of… of jack now right”
  • jack and katherine kiss  “……oookAY”
  • “she probably did that to calm him down”
  • “this…based on a true story? is it!?
  • about a whole minute of him just trying to get comfortable and not paying attention to something to believe in
  • “im just saying…she seemed like an asshole at the start. one of those posh assholes. right?”
  • “im looking closely and… if they kiss… do they actually kiss… some tv shows they actually.. have to kiss. in the thing… they actually.. kiss”
  • in the middle of something to believe in he started ranting about spot? “know that lil short guy? no the um… the brooklyn. i wouldnt be scared of him. hes the same height as me. hes a tOUGH GUY. he pushed jack. so? im just saying. what’s so badass about that? whys everyone scared about him”
  • quietly in the middle of once and for all “ “i love this movie" 
  • another rant about spot in the middle of once and for all this time  "he DOES look tough… but whys everyone scared of him? is it because… he’s tough? okay im just saying when he banged that wooden thing… he wasnt even close to how hard the delanceys banged it. not NEARLY as hard. this was him (gentle hit) and this was them (HARD HIT) … im just saying but they hit it way harder”
  • “oh yeah. jack… jack banged it EVEN HARDER. with the cloth. hes just like. … BLOGHUGHG !!! (bangs rlly hard) he was Angry”
  • “THEYRE INCLUDING THE AUDIENCE IN IT… LIKE THE AUDIENCE IS ALL THE NEW YORK”
  • (me: theres spot) him: laughs
  • roosevelt is on screen  “i like him. like his moustache.”
  • when jack freaks out about teddy shaking his hand “WHAT HAVE I BEEN TOUCHED BY!”
  • (deep, southern voice) “ITS A COMPRAMISE WE CAN ALL LIVE WITH”
  • pulitzer and jack spit and shake hands. “UGGGHHHH.  HE DIDNT EVEN SPIT”
  • “i like romeo. LOOK AT HIS FUNKY SOCKS, THE ONLY ONE WITH FUNKY SOCKS”
  • “wait. just think. the idea that davey said at the start… is now the end…. (leans over and pauses newsies)  he said any of the papers you dont sell… we buy back (does mind blown action)”
  • "YAY. CRUTCHIE (VOICE GOES UP 10 OCTAVES) CRUUTCHIE!!!!!! YEEEEAHHHHHH”
  • when katherine and jack were talking at the end  “i dont feel…"  "santa fe. is that even a real place?” and then burped very loudly
  • (me: that ones albert, the one with the red hair) “whos albert” (me: the one with red hair) sean: but who is he. am i supposed to just… know some guy called albert 
  • “whos that? …thats some guy from brooks”
  • “OH YES (claps) SPEC. DID YOU SEE SPECS SWEET MOVES!??!?!?! IN MIDAIR YOU CANT SEE ITS SPECS”
  • “ ok wheres jack. wheres jack. OH HERE HE COMES. wiat wheres jack. oh here. jeremy jordan. is it jeremy jordan?”

tag yourself as something he said im his spot insults

anonymous asked:

Hii! Can you do a fic in the future where jughead already published his first novel and he has like some sort of conference or sth where he gets asked questions and all and somebody asks about the girls next door and he talks so sweetly about her and like Betty is in there too and all. Idk if you get it but English isn't my first language. Oh and I love your writing btw you are really talented

*insert here Titanic’s “It’s been 84 years” gif* Yes, it’s a prompt!! I finally uploaded one! Easter holidays are totally messing my writing scedule and I’m so terribly sorry for that. But I’m back in the game and I promise I’ll be my usual bughead obsessed self from now on! So, I’ve finished this just before the episode aired yesterday (I was just so tired to go over it and post it after the episode ended, I’m sorry) and I’m very pleased a lot of things that I wrote became canon. I had so much fun writing this because I’m a sucker for future fics and because that’s pure fluff and a huge, much needed dose of happiness to Jughead’s life! Also I changed the request a little, I wrote this as a TV interview just to make it more grande for Juggie, I hope you don’t mind, nonnie! Thank you for requesting and for your lovely words!!! <3 Hope you all enjoy (and maybe this will make you hate me less for my tardiness) !! <3


Betty could literally feel herself bouncing on her heels with nervous excitement, the velvet material of her blush colored pumps getting scratchy as they rubbed up against each other but, truly, right now, she didn’t give a damn about her potentially ruined shoes. She could only focus on the red digital numbers changing sequentially over the silver doors of the semi-packed elevator she was in, biting her lip nervously and counting mentally in her mind as if that way, somehow, the numbers would run faster and the silver cage would miraculously arrive on her floor in a nanosecond.

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Love Struck

Sidon/Reader
Summary: Reader is afflicted with emotions they yet to comprehend. An unlikely advocate helps the reader with their issues. 
Word count: 1866


There was no way to ignore this feeling, it felt like you were soaring, but being pulled under water at the same time. Harebrained, finger tips always tingling, throat dryer then the Gerudo Desert, and with knees so wobbly you were afraid one step would do you in, it sometimes it felt like you had too much air, but also never enough. There were days you found yourself in a haze, eyes glazed over. Other times, your heart pounded so deep it you couldn’t tell if you were ascending, or about to die of a heart attack.

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Charles Xavier x reader (yes, another one)

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“Y/N, could you please come to my office for a second?” You heard Charles’s voice ring in your head.

“What is it Charles? Can’t you tell me now?” You asked turning pages in the book you were reading.

“I would prefer you coming here darlin’. It’s important.” You sighed and put the book down.

“Alright professor. I’m coming.”

“Thank you dear.” You walked up the stairs of the busy school. It was filled with children of all ages. From afar you could see Hank desperately trying to rush some of them into a classroom but that didn’t seem to work very well. You giggled and walked down the corridor to the professor’s office. You knocked twice and entered the room.

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After the tea was made, and Sherlock’s singing turned to humming, John was sat on the sofa with a dozing baby in his arms thinking about Sherlock. Sherlock was in the kitchen trying his hand at making spaghetti. He told John that cooking is chemistry if you think about it, and he is a graduate chemist. John wanted to tell him that there was more to it, but was too distracted to say anything.

He hadn’t said much to Sherlock after their kiss actually. Was it even a kiss? It was more like a peck on the cheeks, he was caught in the heat of the moment, Sherlock kissed him first. He loved it, he wanted to kiss him again, every time he looked at him, his eyes would linger to those pink lips. They felt like cushions compared to his own. After the kiss, John just felt so warm inside, like a fire has been ignited in his heart. Rosie hiccupped, interrupting his thoughts. He looked down and saw that she could barely keep her eyes open and had half a mind to place her in her crib.

“John!”

Sherlock was staring at him from the kitchen with a frown. “I’ve been calling your name for ages.”

John shrugged. “Sorry, I was miles away.”

“Obviously.”

He watched Sherlock rummage through the cabinets until he found the plates. The sound of Sherlock fixing their plates faded as his mind drifted again. Look at him, he’s so perfect. The way he interacted with Rosie, how he fussed about the kitchen trying to cook a meal for the two of them. The domesticity that they shared in 221B flooded his mind in droves. How could he ever think to remove himself of such bliss? Sherlock walked over to him and opened his mouth to speak before his eyes rested on the now sleeping baby in John’s lap.

“Ah, it appears little Rosie was worn down by our playing. She’s making excellent progress with her…”

John’s eyes honed on those lips yet again. The way they enunciated every syllable of his words, the expressiveness of them. John licked his own in the hopes that he would always remember the taste of them. He wished that he didn’t end it so quickly, he wished that he had more courage, he was a soldier dammit! He’s treated the worst wounds, survived an almost fatal gun wound and yet he couldn’t tell his best friend and flatmate that he loved him. He shook his head when he saw Sherlock’s concerned expression.

“John, were you listening to me?”

“Um, yeah, yeah, of course I was. Dinner’s ready?”

Sherlock’s bottom lip quivered a bit and it made John sad to see. Sherlock held his arms out for the baby and said, “I can put her to bed. You can go to the table.”

John nodded absentmindedly and carefully handed her over to Sherlock who walked lightly to her room. John seated himself at the table and stared at the plate that was already prepared for him. He smiled softly at how clean the plate was beside the food directly in the center. John didn’t care much for presentation but of course his posh boy did. He looked over at Sherlock’s plate and saw that it wasn’t nearly as tended to as his own. He loved that man. Sherlock appeared in the dining room and took his seat. His eyes were fixed on John with an eager smile on his face.

“Do you like it?”

“Like what?”

John cursed himself at the way Sherlock deflated. What was he doing wrong? What was making him unhappy when he was so cheerful a few hours ago? Sherlock sighed and looked down at his plate, twirling his spaghetti on his fork and eating it with a mournful look. John did the same and when he swallowed, he looked up and saw Sherlock with his puppy face. John smiled and said, “This is good, Sherlock!”

“Is it really?”

John dabbed his face with the napkin and nodded. “Of course it is. You know I appreciate my pasta.”

The joke fell flat and they continued to eat their dinner in silence. Sherlock finished before John, the man never took the time to enjoy food like John did. He folded his hands on the table and waited for his tablemate to finish his food. When John took his last bite Sherlock got up and collected both of their plates and walked to the sink without a word. John fidgeted in his chair and watched Sherlock wash their plates. Was he mad at John? Was he tired of living with him? It agitated him to see Sherlock in such pain. John closed his eyes and inhaled. He had to ask him.

“Sherlock, are you alright?”

Sherlock stopped scrubbing and looked up at him with sad, glassy eyes. He just stared at John for a while before he muttered, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

Sherlock looked reluctant to continue. John didn’t want to force the answer out of him, but he didn’t want Sherlock to think he had to suffer in silence. John sighed and said, “Fine, we’ll do things your way. Whenever you want to talk, I’m here, okay?”

Sherlock nodded petulantly.

“I know you are, John.”

John smirked and began to help collect the silverware and soiled napkins, since Sherlock ran off with their plates in a haste. It seemed like an eternity between them. Sherlock took the pots and began washing them, and John walked around him, storing the leftovers of the food, placing the silverware in the sink, and binning the used napkins. He rested his back against the counter next to Sherlock, and crossed his arms. Sherlock scrubbed furiously at the clean plate. John placed a hand on Sherlock’s back.

“I can help dry the plates if you would like.”

Wordlessly, Sherlock handed him a plate and John chuckled as he grabbed the rag to dry it. They stood together, focused on their chores. Sherlock broke the silence by whispering, “I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

John nearly dropped the plate he was holding. “What?”

“Earlier today, when I kissed you, it was unwarranted and selfish of me.”

John dropped the rag and turned to face him. Sherlock stopped his scrubbing again, his hands submerged in the water as he stood straight and stared at nothing.

“You clearly seem uncomfortable with me now. You tune me out, you reply in short sentences, and what’s worse…you seem bored.”

“Bored?” John was trying to keep his tone level. Sherlock thought he was bored of him? Uninterested? He surely was a madman.

“Now’s not the time to act daft, John. Contrary to popular belief, I know when I’ve overstayed my welcome. Say the word and I’ll pack my things and leave.”

John heard enough of Sherlock’s self-deprecation. He was an idiot, a complete idiot for letting this man think that he of all people became boring and unloved. “Sherlock.”

Sherlock’s chest started to heave as he began his rant and John saw the glistening of tears in his eyes as he poured his heart out to him. “I should be used to this feeling by now, of rejection. I’ve been rejected so…so many times, John. It hurt, it always hurt but I never thought that you would end being one of the people that reject…”

John grabbed Sherlock’s face and brought him into a crushing kiss. He sighed loudly at finally being able to kiss him again, to be able to show his utter love and devotion to the man by something as simple yet passionate as this. Sherlock closed his eyes, and John could taste the saltiness of Sherlock’s tears as they ran down his face and into their mouths. His chest heaved against John’s and he placed his hands on John’s waist to steady himself from the surprise. John pulled away from him, out of breath but never looking away from Sherlock’s gorgeous eyes.

“Listen to me, I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry that I made you feel like this, like you were alone, that you were anything less than the extraordinary man that I know you are. You are the biggest git to think that I would ever even for one moment lose interest in you. I love you okay? I love you, I love you…” John trailed off and muttered, “I love you” after each kiss he pressed to Sherlock’s wet lips, his salty cheeks, and his forehead.

“You’re so clever, and beautiful, Sherlock I’m utterly besotted, okay? You’re brilliant, and kind, and…Sherlock I don’t think there’s any word in the English language that will ever tell you how dear you are to me.”

Sherlock let out a sob, but he was smiling, he was happy and he was loved and that’s all John could ask for. His face was red and his eyes puffy and swollen from his crying but it was no longer out of pain.

“I only want to hear you say three words, John.” John nearly wept himself at how small and shaky Sherlock’s voice was. He was beautiful when he cried.

“Yes, of course. I love you.”

“No, no.” Sherlock chuckled softly and shook his head as he wiped away the tears. John looked confused at what he wanted. Sherlock took John’s hands off his face and pressed a small, wet kiss to his knuckles.

“I’m a git.”

They both laughed a little louder, and John kissed him again.

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Okay so I think, what I want the rest of this to be is just them getting into the habit of learning to be in a relationship with each other and getting used to each other again. 

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Were Ilima’s and Mina’s specialty types swapped?

Mina

  • Is an artist (Smeargle)
  • Looks sleepy all the time (Komala)
  • Pants and shoes also look like Komala
  • Is color-coded the same way as other Normal-type specialists: beige/cream/white/grey color scheme with dabs of color (just like Normal-types are usually neutral but can learn varied elemental moves)

Ilima

  • Has the same full, bright eyes that other Fairy-type specialists have
  • Is color coded with baby pink and baby blue, typical of the Fairy-type.
  • Is very feminine and delicate
  • Would kind of match having a Ribombee as signature, they both look very posh.