purple-leather

LEAKED Suicide Squad Script

Hi my name is Lime Green Jared Leto Joker Banksy and I have short green hair (that’s how I got my name) and icy blue eyes that are like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like marilyn manson (AN: if you don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I have pale white skin. I’m also a criminal and go to an asylum called Arkum in GOTHam. I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I love hot topic and buy all my clothes from there. Today I was wearing a purple leather jacket and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, and black eyeliner. I even hav black teeth. I have lots of goffick tattoos with skullz and other goffick symbols.I was walking outside arkum. It was snowing and raining, so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. Batman stared at me. I put up my middle finger at him.

YURIO CHOREOGRAPHED HIS EX IN FUCKING ONE NIGHT IM FUCKING SCREAMING

im just imagining this little shit running around the streets of barcelona in the middle of the night trying to cobble a costume together while he lets beka handle the music

he bursts into chris’s hotel room at 3 like “give me one of your sexy tank tops”

& chris is 75% asleep and doesn’t register that none of his clothes are appropriate for a 15 year old. he gestures at his wardrobe and as yurio leaves he’s like. “im 2 sizes bigger than you my tanks will fall off”

yurio looks him dead in the eye. “good.”

yurio takes pleasure in waking JJ up at 5 am and asking for his tackiest piece of jewelry.

“here’s this cross necklace that i got at a flea market for 2 bucks”

yurio snatches it out of his hands. “im going to kick your ass today shithead”

JJ wonders if yurio understands the meaning of an exhibition skate.

the hardest part is the jacket bc yurio’s outfit just isn’t right but there’s no one here that’s actually his size and yurio hasn’t slept in 24 hours.

he’s on his 5th red bull.

when suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, he sees someone outside the rink wearing the gaudiest purple leather jacket he’s ever seen. it’s perfect.

“you! how much for your jacket!”

the man is confused bc he doesn’t speak english and also the men’s GPF gold medalist is screaming at him. he’s 80% sure these are his last moments on earth.

jacket“ yurio says like that will make the man understand.

through a complex game of charades, yurio manages to communicate that he wants the jacket. the man happily hands it over bc holy shit it’s the ice tiger of russia.

yurio throws the guy 30,000 rubles.

yurio shows up right before his EX running on 15 red bulls with under eye circles darker than his soul.

“you look like you’ve been shoved through a meat grinder” mila says

“good” yurio replies.

no amount of foundation will help. lilia is panicking, barcelona is falling. yurio’s eyes still look like they can see through time.

georgi kicks in the door. “i got this”

it’s 5 minutes to show time and yuuri and viktor come to see him off. they’re still in their own EX costumes.

“wow! so chic!” viktor says before getting distracted by a dog in the stands. (”it’s in a purse yuuri, 10/10 would doggo again“)

“davai!” yuuri says.

yuuri has a pair of sunglasses clipped to his shirt. yurio points at them. “are those viktor’s”

“yes?”

they’re gucci and worth more than nikolai plisetsky’s car.

yurio snatches them and skates off before viktor comes back.

beka is at the edge of the rink dressed in all black. he flashes yurio a thumbs up.

“wow those sunglasses look just like mine!”

Guess Who’s Back

Writer - @damndescendants 

Requested - nope. Send in request!

Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants

Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader

Summary – (Y/N) is the daughter of Dr. Facilier and is one of the Villain Kids who go to Auradon but when Mal returns to the Isle she goes with Ben, Evie, Carlos, and Jay to get her back when they run into her boyfriend, Harry Hook

Warning(s) - threats, if you squint harm/harassment hinted and mentioned, protective 

Originally posted by adisneylover92things

Keep reading

zimbits facebook au

Here’s some ramble for a zimbits (what? whoda thunk) alternate meeting thing.

Samwell has a missed connections page on Facebook. All our favs follow it, mainly for lols and as a procrastination method. Like any good zimbits-at-samwell au, Bitty is not on the hockey team. He’s just a regular, non-athletic student (well he’s athletic, but, like, not on a team on campus, you get what I’m saying).

Jack takes photos still because I love incorporating photography into my fics. So he takes a photo, let’s say of some geese, and when he’s looking through the photos later, he notices Bitty in the background of one of them. It’s not in a creepy, “oh my god that person is so sexy I’m want to date/bone them” way, more like “do I know this person from somewhere?”

So anyway, Jack maybe mentions it at team bfast and people are like “we’re going to solve the shit outta this case! Let’s get us a floral van and a dog!”. Impressive sounding, but really all they do is post the photo to the Facebook page (Samwell Campus Missed Connections) with like a “if anyone knows who this is, please let the hockey captain know because he recognizes you but can’t remember where from and it’s bugging him and driving us mental”… or something to that effect.

Keep reading

It's Not That Simple

Title: It’s Not That Simple

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter One

AUTHOR: purplewolfgirl1615

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you live in a world where the first words your soulmate speaks directly to you appear on your skin when you turn 18. Now imagine your confusion when your words read: “Is not this simpler?”

RATING: PG 13 (For Later)

NOTES/WARNINGS: Once again there will be sexual hints and language in later chapters. Thank you so much for all the kind comments and messages! I will definitely share more of my creative ideas! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

When I opened my eyes I had no clue where I was.

The walls were made of bricks, and I could hear water dripping from somewhere in the room. The air was thick and damp. The floor was made from cement and the bed I lied on was iron. The mattress was thin and now that I was awake I could feel every spring. There was only one door across from me, made of metal.

Keep reading