putting on those things are annoying

Things I Try to Remember When I’m Nervous About Writing

1. Write what you want to read. 

2. There is no problem with a story so great that it cannot be fixed in revision. Keep going.

3. If your story is as uncreative as you think it is, you wouldn’t want to write it so badly. You want to write it because there’s a unique spin on it you have never seen, and want to express. Many people may write similar stories, but it’s the details that make it personal. You may not know it now, but there is someone who is looking for exactly what you’re writing. If you don’t finish it, they’ll never see it. 

4. You can write something amazing and still be met with silence. There are myriad reasons for this that have nothing to do with the quality of what you produce. 

4.1 It’s okay to repeat post your work if no one has seen it. 

4.2 It’s okay to post your work in multiple places.

5. You don’t have to agree with every criticism (but take it gracefully anyway). 

6. Most writers are scared of the same things you are.

7. Don’t judge your works in progress against the archives of finished, polished stories other writers have put together. Archives are Internet portfolios and generally don’t show all the multitude of failures, incomplete, and draft-form works those writers are also struggling with. They aren’t perfect and you don’t have to be, either. Keep working and you will have a portfolio of your own. 

8. Don’t be afraid to share your ideas with other writers. It’s not annoying as long as you’re not self-important about it. Be humble and gracious, and others will reciprocate.

8.1 You can’t write as well in a vacuum; the more people know that you are working on something, and what, the more support you will get for that work. Starting a dialogue before you post something will make it more likely people will read it when you do post it. 

9. It’s okay to take breaks. If the ideas just aren’t coming, go do something else for a while. 

10. Be kind to yourself. Don’t call yourself names. You are not a failure, or uncreative, or boring. You wouldn’t call other people those things, so don’t do it to yourself. 

I don’t know if these are helpful to other people, but they are helpful to me, so just in case, here they are!

anonymous asked:

Hi!! Do you have any "five times" fic recs? I see them sprinkled everywhere but I would LOVE to see them all in one place, because they're my favorite!! Thank you so much

What a great request! I absolutely adore these fics! Thank you!

Originally posted by oikaawa-san


Five Times (5+1) Fics


Five Times Viktor Got Jealous (and the one time Yuuri noticed) by braveten, Teen, 10k
Before now, Viktor hadn’t realized that he was the jealous type. What an interesting revelation. Must read!

Five Times Phichit Takes Embarrassing Photos of Yuuri by cutthroatpixie, Gen, 4.9k
A series of short stories telling the story behind embarrassing pictures of Yuuri. Definitely recommend!

5 Hidden Talents of Yuuri Katsuki (And one not so hidden) by Fangirlshrewt97, Gen, 16k
There are only a few days to the Victuuri wedding so all the skaters have joined our favorite couple at Hatsetsu in the days leading up to it. During their stay, they all learn some new things about the Japanese skater that they had previously not known. OMG LOVE!

Ten Days of Perfect Tunes, the Colors Red and Blue by ken_ichijouji (dommific), Explicit, 7.9k
The five times Victor tried to deepen his relationship with Yuuri, getting blocked in the process, and the one time it finally went the way it should. Great fic!

Unworthy by heartsdesire456, Teen, 6.5k
5 Times Victor Overheard People Saying Yuuri Wasn’t Good Enough For Him and 1 Time Someone Told Him Yuuri Was Too Good For Him. Cute!

Five Times Viktor and Yuuri Were Jealous of Makkachin (and the one time they weren’t) by braveten, Teen, 6.4k
Viktor and Yuuri are jealous of Makkachin on multiple occasions, but the adorable brown poodle might be the only way to get them to realize their love for one another.

Going Down in History by ivelostallcontrolofmylife, Mature, 6.4k
Viktor Nikiforov has absolutely no self control and a penchant for bad pickup lines. AKA Five Times Viktor Shamelessly Flirted With and Embarrassed Yuuri in Public, and the One Time He Got His Ass Absolutely Owned. OMG HAHA I LOVE THIS!

5 Times Yuuri Tried to Kiss Victor + 1 Time he Did by kireiflora, Gen, 7.2k
Yuuri has always wanted to kiss Victor, and he has, many times since he burst into his life, but there are five attempts that stick out most. And the most important one that actually happened. SO FRICKIN’ CUTE OMG

Oh My Lord, I’ve Been Blessed by Herperlo_D, Teen, 2.5k
Five times Viktor was struck dead by Yuuri’s killer thighs and the one time he did something about it. Thick thighs save lives, especially Victor’s!!

5 Annoying Things About Being Married To Victor by heartsdesire456, Teen, 5.9k
+1 thing that never gets old, no matter how much annoying stuff Yuuri has to put up with. Do you ever just want to cry because a fic is so perfect?? This is one of those fics

Exceeding Expectations by asocialfauxpas (fuzzytomato), Explicit, 8.3k
5 times Yuuri and Viktor failed at sex and one time they didn’t. Thumbs up!

Five Times Yuuri Katsuki Freaked Out About Living with Viktor Nikiforov (and the One Time It Was Viktor’s Turn) by Ame (Ulan), Teen, 7k
Viktor could not help his wide smile. Life with Yuuri in Saint Petersburg was off to a great start. He was happy; he was excited. He had never felt anything more wonderful and overwhelming and amazing in his life. Which probably meant that Yuuri was off somewhere, feeling the same, and freaking out. LOOOOOOVE!

The Bedroom of a Skater by PippinSqueaks, Gen, 2.3k
5 times Victor snuck into Yuuri’s bedroom and the one time he didn’t have to. So fluffy!

Your Love Is More Than Worth Its Weight In Gold by youaresunlight, Mature, 3.5k
Five times Victor and Yuri kiss after the Grand Prix Final, and one time it leads to more. Definitely recommend!

A Message to Your Heart by cutthroatpixie, Gen, 1.8k
5 times Yuuri leaves Viktor a note + 1 time Viktor returns the favour. Love! Bonus angsty Yurio!!!

5 Times Soulmate Marks Made Things Easier by Teabagger, Gen, 9.7k (WIP)
And one time they really, really didn’t. Six different soulmate mark short stories! Must read!

Going Down in History by ivelostallcontrolofmylife, Mature, 6.4k
Five Times Viktor Shamelessly Flirted With and Embarrassed Yuuri in Public, and the One Time He Got His Ass Absolutely Owned. Rec’d by a follower!

Unlucky Steam key scammer calls electronics, gets the dumbest employee in the world

When I worked at Walmart, I went from cart pusher->cashier->electronics->security. Sometimes after I switched to security, when electronics was really swamped, I’d help out for a few minutes. One day, the phone was ringing and I was walking by and randomly answered it.

Sir Scamalot: “Hello, sir, this is Steam Support services with Valve.”

Instantly, of course, I know this is a scam. I adore valve and played so many of their games too. I can’t believe my luck! Of all the calls to answer! Surprisingly he didn’t have some weird accent.

Me: “Oh, uh… what can I do for you?”

Sir Scamalot: “We’ve had reports that game keys shipped to your location may have an error that prevents it from authenticating, specifically the game Counter Strike. We need to validate your game keys to see if your affected.” [I forget which CS was on sale then, this was 2008].

Me: “Oh, what do I do?” As if I didn’t know.

Sir Scamalot: “Well I just need you to open any copies of the game you have and read me the CD key on the instruction manual so I can verify them with our validation software.” [or on the jewel case, I don’t remember that either]

Me: “Sure thing, can I put you on hold for a minute while I get those?”

Sir Scamalot: [obviously happy] “Sure!”

So I put Sir Scamalot on hold while I called all the other area stores electronics department and warned them about the scammer and confirmed nobody had taken a call like this earlier. About 15 minutes later, I get back to Scamalot.

Me: “Thanks for holding, but I can’t find any CD keys. I looked all through the book and the packages.”

Sir Scamalot: [annoyed] “Well sir, just open any copy of Counter Strike and on the-”

Me: “Oh, COUNTER STRIKE! I thought you said Counting Strikes, that bowling game, ok, hold on!”

Everyone in the department is listening and we all laugh. 10 minutes later, I’m back on the line.

Me: “Ok, I got what you’re looking for! What do you need?”

Now I make him walk me through how to open the box, including interrogating him for 5 minutes about how to do it without breaking the seal, then pretend I can’t find the book, etc etc.

Finally, I’m ready to read the code!

First, I read him the UPC. This upsets him. Then I read him a part number from something. Now he’s livid. Finally, I ask if he means the code on the book that says “game key” and has like groups of four digits with dashes (like he’s said probably 50 times already) and he gets excited again.

Oh, ok heres the game key…

Me: “Ok F… like frank. U… like uncle. C… like cat.”

Sir Scamalot: “Sir, I don’t think thats right, normally a code would-”

Me: “No, its. F, U, C, then K like kite. Next four is Y like yesterday. O like owl-”

And he swore at me and hung up.

McPriceley Fanfiction Recommendations

McPriceley fanfiction that I absolutely adore~! Not mine.

McPriceley Fanfiction Recommendations

1. Turn It Off
“"Where’s your ‘nifty, little Mormon trick,’ now? What good is it if you can’t use it when you need it most?”“

2. Little Syncopations
"Five times Elder Price made matters terribly frustrating for Elder McKinley…well, sort of.”

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After a new meta-human appeared in Central City the team where focused on catching him….. Let’s just say he caught you. He kidnapped you and locked you in a room in a building next to Central City Park.

“Where is she? She is always late!” Barry complained, jumping off the treadmill. Caitlin raised her eyebrow at the tall man in front of her.

“Seriously? You’re saying ‘shes’ always late? Who’s the one hats late every single day?” Barry just rolled his eyes and walked back into the cortex.

Dr Well turned around in his chair. “Why do you hate (Y/N) so much? She has done nothing. And if you do have a problem with her don’t let it interfere with your Flash work.”

Suddenly a buzzer went off.

“Guys! This is not good! You see, when (Y/N) first came here and found out about Barry… and the mets stuff, I gave her this… let’s say button, and I told her if she’s ever in danger she was to press it.” Cisco ran over to his tablet and picked it up.

“Thank god I put a tracking no device in this thing.” Cisco mumbled while finding the address.

“Okay! She’s in 32 West Avenue, its right next to CC Park!” As soon as those words fell from cuscus mouth the scarlet speedster was out the door.

—-

Barry arrived at the address and saw (Y/N) tied to a chair. He slowly walked over to her.

“Hey… erm… Could you maybe walk a bit faster and untie me?” You ask sounding annoyed.

“Calm down! At least I’m here!” He said as he bend down and untied you hands and ankles.

“Why did he kidnap you?” Barry helping you stand up.

“Oh, he wanted to have tea with me! What do you think! Seriously you’re lucky your good looking, because you-” As soon as those words spilled out of your mouth you blushed. You honestly didn’t mean to call Barry good looking.

“Oh, so you think I’m good looking?” Barry asked with a smirk.

“Yeah… so?” You say crossing your arms.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked moving closer to you.

“I’m surprised someone as smart as you would have to ask.” You say before reaching up and kissing him. He pulled away.

“Hey! I’m pretty slow!” He said before pulling you in for a hug.

“Pretty slow my ass!” You say nuzzling your head into Barry’s neck.

Title: meant to be something
Summary: Fate brought them together again in the form of conjoined apartments.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: Something More
Rating: T or T+ (just for that little nsfwish smidge in there)
A/N: So some time ago my friend @mika213 brought this sort of situation up for when Sasuke would come back from his road of redemption… and this prompt just immediately reminded me of it. Could you imagine??

ALSO I KNOW IM LATE BUT SHHHHHHHHHHH. 


“S-Sasuke-kun? What are you doing here?”

Blinking, Sasuke’s hand fell from the doorknob he’d only just reached for, turning to his side to meet the unexpected sight of his long-time pink haired teammate—whom he hadn’t really gotten the chance to see much of since she’d welcomed him back from his two-year journey a few days prior. His brows furrowed lightly.

“…I live here.”

Sakura’s mouth parted at this, eyes snapping wide open. “What, really?” she exclaimed, brows shooting up high. “Since when?”

“Four days ago,” he replies without much delay, frowning all the while. Then, he blinked again, understanding finally dawning on him. “You live here too?”

A slight blush tainted her cheeks at that. “Yeah,” Sakura replied, moving to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. She smiled at him, bright, though a little shy. “I’ve been here for the past three years. And I guess I’m… also your new neighbor, apparently.”

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George Weasley x Reader Imagine: Just a Little Jealous

Imagine George saving Harry at a Quidditch game and all the girls drooling over him, so you show up and not so subtly, show them who he belongs to. But later, when you were the one who made a record amount of scores as a Chaser, all the boys are going crazy over you. That is, until George steps in and does the same thing you did, but much more extreme. ;)

Originally posted by obviouslyphelps

Originally posted by sorority-of-bitches

It was your 5th year at Hogwarts, and your 5th year of being a chaser. You were in the locker rooms, being given a speech by Oliver Wood, and you were about to play Slytherin. You hated the Slytherin Quidditch team. All they ever did was cheat, and Snape always let them get away with everything. (heh, get it? Snape, always? Sorry.) “Alright? Good. Let’s get out there, and win!” You knew the match would be tough, but it was taking forever. The score was currently 70 for Gryffindor, and 90 for Slytherin. You were trying to get the Slytherin chasers away from Angelina, but it wasn’t working. You were swearing under your breath and you didn’t even notice a bludger coming straight towards your head. That was, until, a certain ginger haired sweetheart flew in front of you, and hit it with his bat. “Thanks babe!” You said as you went to steal the Quaffle away from a Slytherin. You caught it, and threw it into the goal, the quaffle itself not being noticed the keeper, who was focused on you, but in a way that you didn’t care for. You could see that he was staring at your breasts, and smirking. “Ugh, gross” you thought before you yelled to him, “hey, what your problem pervert?!” He quickly looked towards Lee Jordan, who spoke into the microphone, “SCORE BY (Y/L/N), THAT MAKES 100 FOR GRYFFINDOR” the crowd screamed, except the Slytherins, who were furious. Luckily, George didn’t notice the keeper staring at you. You knew he couldn’t control his anger when he got jealous of other guys hitting on you, but when another guy did ANYTHING remotely inappropriate to you, he probably would’ve done something to get himself banned from the team, and right now, you needed to win. The crowd was going crazy, since Harry found the Snitch, and was about to catch it. He was just inches from catching it, when suddenly, there was a bludger headed straight towards him. Then, George swept behind Harry, in front of the bludger, and whacked it away from him. Only seconds later, Harry caught the snitch, and everyone, except the Slytherins, were cheering. Lee screamed into the microphone, “POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH, GRYFFINDOR WINS THE MATCH!” You screamed along with the rest of the crowd, and you were so proud of your boyfriend, the crowd was was even cheering, instead of Potter, “WEASLEY! WEASLEY! WEASLEY!” You dreamily stared at him, and he winked at you, making you blush.

The next day, you were on your way to your next class, holding hands with George in the corridor, and you saw a few Hufflepuff girls walking past you. Normally, you wouldn’t care, but they were whispering and giggling when they said, “Hi George.” He said hey back, and they looked as if they might faint. “That was weird.” You said. “Don’t worry (y/n), I only have eyes for you.” “I know, I just don’t like other girls checking you out.” After that, things only got worse, but you figured out how to stop those hoes from flirting with George. When you saw them getting too close to him, which was annoying for both of you, (that loyal little cutie,) you simply walked up to him and said, “hi Georgie. You look really hot today.” And he would move closer to you, and put his hands on you hips, and say, “oh really?” And you would reply yes, and start kissing him passionately, then moving to his neck, leaving hickies everywhere. And then he would grab your bum, and start giving you hickies everywhere. And the whole time he did it to you, you stared the girl straight in the eyes, while she made a disgusted face, and walked away. The next week, you had another Quidditch game, against Slytherin again. The score was 200 for Gryffindor, and 60 for Slytherin. 160 of those points for Gryffindor had been achieved from you. You had scored this many goals before, but you were determined to beat the Hogwarts record for most goals. You even had hoped to be a Chaser professionally one day. You spotted the Quaffle and flew from behind to snatch it out of the Slytherin Chaser’s hands. You did this over and over again, and by the time Harry caught the snitch, the score was 370 to 120. Then 150 more points meant Gryffindor defintely won, and you had scored 300 points for your team, crushing the previous record of 240. You and the rest of the team, were so overjoyed that as soon as you came back to the ground, they gave you a big group hug, and the twins lifted you on their shoulders. Then everyone from Gryffindor came to the field from the stands, and were super excited as well. Beating the record meant not only did you get to be on the radar of professional Quidditch teams, and the Gryffindor team was officially the best, but it also gave Gryffindor house 75 points, and a shiny trophy in the trophy room, that would be remembered for generations to come. That night at dinner in the Great Hall, Professor Dumbledore called you up to accept your trophy, and rewarded Gryffindor house with 75 points. You had to hold back tears of joy as you walked back to your table. You sat in between the twins and George gave you a long passionate kiss on the lips, making you smile from ear to ear. Later that night, a huge party was thrown in the common room, where both you and George drank a little too much fire whiskey, making you both a little tipsy. However, this was a Saturday, so you had time to recover. On Monday, things started to get a little out of order again. At first it was OK, the guys from Gryffindor were giving you high fives and congratulating you on winning. But when it moved to other houses, and them touching you not so appropriately, since they weren’t your boyfriend, you started to get a little worried. Most of the girls had stopped hitting on George, but the guys had just gotten started. It was really starting to affect your relationship, you were arguing about it, and ignoring it, which made you ignore each other more. You really didn’t want this to happen, and you were trying to get all the boys to shove off. Luckily, you and George had stopped ignoring each other, but it was because of an argument. “You think I wanted this to happen? I hate this, I can’t stand us fighting, I’m starting to feel unsafe Georgie!” You yelled, with tears forming in your eyes. “Are you sure (y/n)? That you absolutely can’t shake them off? Seriously, you look like such a little slut!” The moment that word came out of his mouth, you both instantly regretted it. You let out a sob, and tears started streaming down your face. You were going to run to your bed and cry, but he started apologizing, and you knew he didn’t mean it. He held you in his arms, and you cried into his chest. “I-I can’t keep doing this, Georgie,” “I know, I’m sorry, you’ll be alright.” Just when you thought it would never stop, something happened, that you’ll never forget. Another Gryffindor was sitting in the common room next to you, flirting with you, of course, when he he took it too far. George was watching, as he always was, but he was getting a little jealous. “So, you’ve gotta be pretty talented to beat a record like that.” “Yea, I guess.” He suddenly put his on your knee, and leaned in for a kiss, but you put your hands on his shoulders, and shoved him away, then smacked him in the face. You made eye contact with George, seeing his eyes turn dark brown, and nodded with him, both of you knowing exactly what to do next. He moved to the couch where you were sitting, picked you up in his arms, and carried you to his room, most people watching. As soon as you stepped into his room, he locked the door with his wand. He then put you on his bed, went on top of you, and started attacking your neck with open-mouthed kisses, leaving hickies, making you gasp. He moved down closer to your breasts, and quickly unbuttoned your shirt, then unclasping your bra, throwing it across the room, as if he never wanted to see it again. He started kissing your breasts, then massaging them as well. He pinched your nipple, which made you loudly moan. He grinned when he heard it, so he did it to the other breast time, and you moaned even louder. He started kissing them again, but moved down to your skirt, and practically ripped it off you. He didn’t waste any time moving to your heat, then taking off your lacy blue underwear, and inserting his tongue into you. You immediately screamed with pleasure, and could feel his grin, as he sucked on your clit. You put your hands in his hair, trying not to scream with every move he made. He knew that the more you distracted yourself by playing with his hair, the less noise you would make. And that’s not what he wanted. He wanted you scream his name so everyone could know you were his, and ONLY his. He grabbed your hands and put them above him, still violently thrusting his tongue into you. You ignored this, and put them back in his hair, eyes still shut tight in ecstasy. He once again pushed your hands away from his hair, but you put them back in his hair. By this time, he had enough. He pulled away and said, “Jesus, (y/n), can you just stay still for one minute?” You managed you say, “Never.” “Fine.” He pulled away from you, grabbed his Gryffindor tie, and tied you up tightly. You liked his dominance, and were ready for more. He looked down at your folds and said, “so wet for me, huh?” And he began sucking on your clit again. You were breathing heavily, and moaning his name, which you could tell was turning him on. He could tell you were close to coming, so he rubbed your thighs, and laughed, which sent vibrations through your body, and as much as you tried to deny it, you couldn’t stop what he had done to you. You screamed, “GEORGE!!!!!!!!!” You came, screaming his name, releasing yourself, him taking in everything he could. He slowly pulled his tongue out of you, watching you panting from your orgasm. After a minute or so, you opened your eyes to see George, hovering above you, admiring your beauty, proud that he left you breathless and speechless, and you realized he had untied you. “So, I’ll ask you once again, could any other guys do that to you?” You weren’t finished though. You wanted more, you wanted him. It wasn’t just about him making all the boys know you were his, it was also about making the girls know he was yours. So you innocently said, “oh Georgie, that’s not fair.” He quickly responded, louder, “what’s not fair?!” You giggled, and said, “it’s not fair how you can make me feel so good, but I can’t do the same to you.” “Well I never said you couldn’t, (y/n).” “Good.” You flipped the two of you over so you were on top, and he was on the bottom. You slowly moved down from his bare chest, to his toned stomach, and finally to his pants. You breathed your hot breath onto his abdomen while you stroked his crotch with you hand, and you could hear his breathy gasp, and feel him getting hard. “You want this baby? ” he quickly nodded. “Are you sure? Just from me, no one else?” He nodded again, and you slowly started to unzip his pants, and take them off as slowly as you could. You could tell he was getting impatient, and you were glad. You slowly pulled off his pants, and by now he was squirming. He pulled himself up to try to strip himself, but you pushed him back down. “No, it’s my turn. I’m gonna make you feel amazing.” You moved back down to his pants, actually taking them off this time, along with his boxers. You told him, “baby, I want you to be as loud as you can. So all those other girls can hear who you belong to.” He whispered out, “and I want you to show me who I belong to.” You smirked as you grabbed his hard member in your hand and said, “don’t worry, I will.” You placed your tongue on the tip of his dick, and he immediately moaned. You laughed a little, and placed it in your mouth. He gasped, and you started to suck on it. He was already a moaning mess, and you were loving it. You were massaging his balls as you sucked harder and harder, until he pushed your head towards his cock, making you gag, you pushed his hands away, just as he did to you, but still obeyed what he wanted you to do. He kept moaning, and groaning, and you knew he was about to come, so you did the same thing he did to you to get you to come. You tightly grabbed his hips and moaned with his dick still in your mouth. That was it. He released himself in your mouth, and you swallowed his cum in gulps, not letting a drop of it go. You pulled away from him, and layed on your side next to him. He was still trying to catch his breath, and you smiled at him, proud of what you had done. “So, now do you know that you belong to me?” He had finally caught his breath, and said, “I don’t know, do you belong to me?” You smiled as moved your eyes to the ceiling as you said, “wellll, I can think of another way you can show me.” “Same here.” You were about to ask what, as if you didn’t already know, but his fingers were already stroking your vagina. You lightly moaned, and he smirked. He climbed on top of you, and you stared into his eyes, which were now a dark brown. He slowly slipped into you, and you softly moaned. “That’s it baby, louder” he said as he went slightly deeper. You wrapped your legs around his waist, telling him to go deeper. “Scream for me.” “Make me baby” “of course” he went faster as you scratched your nails on his back. He grabbed your breast with one hand, and held himself up with the other. Before you knew it, he was pounding into you, both of you moaning at every thrust. You flipped him over, and started bouncing on him, hitting your g-spot every time. He wanted to be the dominant one, so he flipped you over again, so now he was on top. He pounded into you, harder and faster than he ever had before. “George, I-I can’t f-feel my legs!” “Mhmm” Both of you were moaning, very loud, and as much as you tried to hide it, you were close. But George knew, he always did. He whispered into your ear, “come for me baby. Scream so the world can know you’re mine.” And with just one more thrust, you came, with following closely after. “GEOOOORGE!!!!!!!!” screamed so loud you were sure even the people in the Slytherin dorms could hear. He pulled himself off of you, both of you still panting, trying to catch your breath. “(Y/n)?” “Yes, Georgie?” “I’m so yours.” “Good. Because I’m yours.” He winked at you, making you blush. “So, should we go downstairs, and make sure everyone got the message?” “I would love to, but I’m not sure how.” “What do you mean? Did I hurt you?” “No, I still can’t feel my legs.” “Oh really? Let me have a look then.” He smirked, took the sheets off you, and stared at your naked body. Not in a creepy way, but in a cherishing way. “Well I don’t see anything wrong with them.” He ran his hand from your hip to your breast, then back down to your stomach, and he added a hand, and you knew what he was doing. “George! No! Stop!” He tickled you, and you laughed so hard you couldn’t breathe. He finally stopped, and you caught your breath. “Now how are those legs feeling?” You looked at him, and said, “they’re not feeling anything. I-I think, you’ll need to carry me.” “Well, I think you should get dressed first. We wouldn’t want anyone else to see what belongs to me.” “Of course not baby.” He grabbed all of your clothes from around his room, and watched as he slowly put everything back on your body for you. He started with your panties, blue, with lace, the ones that you knew he liked. As he put them on, he breathed his hot breath on your vagina, making you gasp, slightly turning you on. He let out a small laugh. “Don’t worry love, there’ll be time for that later tonight, it’s seems to me as that’s what you were planning on.” “You know you like it when I wear these.” “And how do you that Miss (y/l/n)?” “Because Mr. Weasley, I found them in your pocket the other day.” “Oh, right. Forgot about that.” He pulled your panties all the way on, then moved to your skirt, then your bra, and your button up shirt. While he was buttoning it up, he gave you small kisses on your breasts. Once he finished that, he moved back to your legs, slipped on your tights, and put on your shoes. Then, you watched him get dressed, looking for all his clothes around the room. When he finally got all his clothes on, he moved back to you, still lying on the bed, and said, “well, are you sure you can’t get up?” You playfully said, “I am absolutely certain.” “Alright then.” He wrapped his arms around you, and picked you up, bridal style. He then put you down, so you were standing up, and then you fell to the ground, him catching you before your bum hit it. “See, I wasn’t joking, I really can’t feel my legs Georgie.” He looked down and said, “oh, sorry (y/n).” You giggled and said, “don’t worry Georgie, I feel wonderful.” And with that, he carried you to the common room. There, some people cheered for you, while the girls gave you the evil eye, and gossiped about you. And the guys muttered words like, “lucky” and “I’m the one who deserves a piece of that ass.” But you didn’t care, they could talk about you two all they wanted, but they weren’t the ones in your relationship. You looked at George and said, “so, I know you already ate something, but did you wanna head to dinner?” “I’d love that” he carried you to the dining hall, and carried you back when you were finished. From then on, hardly anyone ever flirted with either of you again, and when they did, well, you know. ;)

willyoubemybuddy  asked:

61 solangelo

61. “Why didn’t he come and talk to me himself?”

Highschool AU because why the hell not

“Hi! You’re Nico, right?” The aforementioned guy had let out a small yawn and a not so subtle grunt of annoyance. It’s way too fucking early in the morning for this level of enthusiasm and he haven’t had the time to get his morning coffee.

“What do you want?” Okay, that sounded a little to rude but as of the moment, Nico can’t find it in himself to really care. Not that the girl actually got deterred by his attitude.

“Personally, nothing. Well, not at the moment but you see, I just really have to ask for a friend” The girl edged a little too near for his liking. “Do you have a date for the upcoming school dance?”

“I don’t do dances and I don’t do girls” It was a straightforward reply in hopes that it’ll end up sending the girl on his way. To his immediate shock, the girl simply beamed up to him.

“Perfect! I knew it! Will’s really overthinking things!” Nico perked up at the name but quickly disguised it to simple curiosity.

“Will?” Of course he knew Will. He had been crushing on him for way too long now it’s starting to become addictive.

“Will Solace. Tall blond guy who can put toothpaste commercial models to shame. Always happy it’s either contagious or really annoying. Secretly watches way too many sappy romantic movies. Very much Bi. Yeah, that Will Solace”

If he didn’t have a reputation to keep up, Nico seriously would have done one of those happy dances he sees on TV. In the end, thankfully, he managed to simply raised a brow and talked as confidently as he could.

“Why didn’t he come and talk to me himself?”


“Since I am raised to be merciful, tell me Lou Ellen how do I make your death as comfortable as possible?”

“Oh come on, stop being ridiculous. I did you a favor”

“You did not. You just made things complicated”

“I helped you with the first steps of landing a date with your crush for the upcoming dance. All you have to do is to ask if he’ll say yes. How is that complicated?”

“You don’t understand. It’s Nico!”

“I am well aware of who he is, Will. You have stolen photos of him inside your cabinet and a discarded quiz paper that suspiciously had his name on it. What a stalker”

“What the- I told you not to touch my things!”

“And I told you to just seize it! You know, if you don’t ask him now someone else might end up going to the dance with him and you’ll be seething with jealousy cause you won’t be able to wrap your arms around him and kiss him during a really magical song that connects you two together. Just imagi-

-’kay, fine. I’ll talk to him. Now stop trying to torture me with possible scenarios that aren’t in my favor”

“That’s my boy! I’m just so proud of you, I’m going to cry”

“Oh shut up”


“Uh, Hi”

“Hey, Will. Need anything?”

“Yeah, about that. Lou told me she asked you to be my date for the dance?”

“She did, actually”

“Sorry about that. I swear I didn’t ask her to” Will turned a certain shade of pink “Uhm, if you want you can just forget about it?”

Nico looked really confused before managing to compose himself.

“Don’t you want to? The dance, I mean attending it with me because your friend said that you really do”

“I do! S-sorry, I do want to go with you. But I’m not sure if you feel the same” Will asked, nervously placing a hand at the back of his neck and rubbing it while facing the floor not being able to see the other. So when he felt a soft and quick kiss on his cheek, he was in for a shock.

“Good. I was really hoping you didn’t change your mind”

He looked up and saw Nico with his lips slightly curved up into a smile. He handed him a piece of paper.

“That’s my number. I’ll let you pick me up at five and I trust you to not wear something too bright”

With that he walked away leaving Will still staring at the piece of paper as if it was a gem of some sort. And in it’s very own way, it really is one.

Hawkward - Avengers x Reader

Words: 1039
Pairing: Avengers x Reader (mainly clint and sam)
Featuring: Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers
Warnings: Swearing, there are s o m a n y p u n s
Requested by anon
Reader has the gift of flight (with or without wings, you choose) and hanging out with the Bird Bros! Constant bird puns optional.
Authors Note: you wanted puns, you got puns.

Avengers Masterlist. Masterlist.


“You think Clint would like these?” You asked Sam as you walked down the random store aisle with him. You went with Clint and Sam to get groceries for the facility, but Clint was the only one who seemed to actually be on task. You and Sam found yourself in the opposite side of the store, making jokes with whatever you found.

Sam nodded, completely serious. “Get them. Are there two more? We all need a matching pair,” Sam said and started to sift through the slippers on the shelf. Yes, the three of you needed matching bird slippers. You have rebranded the “Bird Bros” as the “Bird Buddies” as you were now a member of their all inclusive group since your owl-like-self fit the requirements.

“Why does he put up with us?” You asked Sam as you held the three pairs of slippers.

“I don’t know; I think he secretly finds it entertaining,” Sam offered. “We should probably find him-”

“Put the damn shoes down; we have work to do!” Clint’s voice walked up behind you.

You shot around and gave him a weird look. “I’m joking; these slippers are the best things I have ever seen. Is three enough? Should we get one for every person in the base, or just keep it exclusive?”

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NCT-127 Reaction To You Practicing A Dance With Another Member

I’m sorry it’s been so long since I posted, I’ve been busy with college and such, and I don’t have access to a laptop at the moment so I can’t add gifs or update my masterlist 😓 I’ll focus on texts/scenarios this week then reactions when I have my laptop back, and update everything! 

 Taeil

 Being the eldest, he’d probably be understanding and mature about it, but also a bit dissapointed you didn’t come to him first. He’d try and get your attention by joking around, wanting to be the one you paid attention to. 

 Johnny

Johnny seems like he’d be the most open about his jealousy, directly telling you he wanted you to practice with him - although he trusted you and the other members, he wanted you to come to him so he could practice with you. Despite his jealousy, he wouldn’t be mad - he just wanted you to know he could help just as well as the others. 

Originally posted by nctinfo

 Taeyong 

Taeyong would be similar to Taeil in that he’d be mature about the situation, dissapointed you hadn’t come to him first but also understanding that you wanted to practice with someone else, or found them first. He’d try and offer to practice with you more often so you knew you could come to him. When you did take up on his offer he’d be secretly pleased, trying to hide his smile now that you got to dance with him. 

Originally posted by t-yong

 Yuta 

Being as extra as he is, Yuta wouldn’t say anything at first, but make a point of showing off his dance skills in front of you - and making sure they were always what he considered sexy, subtly making eye contact to try and show you were missing out on. When you finally came to him, he’d be happy to practice with you but would make a point of picking up on small details, things you were doing wrong or could improve, or what he could do better than whoever you were practicing with.

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

 Doyoung

 When he first found out, he wouldn’t react but if you asked him to practice with you or tried to join him, he’d be defensive and ask if he was good enough for you now, or something similar - only slightly annoyed. Aside from the joking, his jealousy wouldn’t be too bad and he’d understand that you could get more help from those in the group better at dancing, but if you ever needed vocal help - he’d put himself forward first. 

Originally posted by y-ta

 Jaehyun 

Another one of those more obvious about his jealousy, he’d come and tell you he wanted to practice with you. He, like Johnny, wouldn’t be mad, but would want to spend time with you and get you to smile. He’d try and practice with you, but you’d end up being distracted by his adorable smile and jokey attitude - he’d just be glad you’d cone to practice with him. 

Originally posted by why-jaehyun

 Winwin 

Rather than saying anything, Winwin would be kind of clingy, trying to get you to spend time with him rather than practing with another member. When you were taking a break, he’d come up to you and put his arms round you, letting you lean on him - but if you tried to get up he’d pull you back and tell you to spend time with him, only letting you get up when you promised to practice with him.

Originally posted by nakamotens

 Mark 

Mark would be jealous, but would keep quiet about it. Being young, he wouldn’t want to come across clingy or easily jealous, or offend you or whoever you decided to practice with. When you caught on to his feelings, he’d admit them and you’d be able to joke with him - making sure you came to him next time.

Originally posted by monoka

 Haechan

 Being the savage kid he is, Haechan would probably just roast whoever you’d practiced the dance with, saying he could teach you better - or you were doing it wrong because you’d had such a terrible teacher. If you called him out and suggested he was jealous he’d deny it and joke he was just looking out for you so that you could getter better - which you would if you practiced with him, he’d assure.

Originally posted by haenyan

 Requests are open for NCT-U and 127!

If Watford had a swim team
  • Simon: *joins*
  • Baz: *annoyed* Oh, great. Just one more thing for the Chosen One to whine on and on about. You'll probably get everything in the room all wet and disgusting. And I'll always have to put up with that stench of chlorinated pool water. Bloody fantastic. I hope you drown.
  • Simon: Oh shove it up your arse, Baz
  • Baz: *sneers*
  • *later*
  • Simon: * walks by wearing nothing but a black speedo*
  • Baz: FUCKING SIGN ME UP
Unlucky Steam key scammer calls electronics, gets the dumbest employee in the world

When I worked at Walmart, I went from cart pusher->cashier->electronics->security. Sometimes after I switched to security, when electronics was really swamped, I’d help out for a few minutes. One day, the phone was ringing and I was walking by and randomly answered it.

Sir Scamalot: “Hello, sir, this is Steam Support services with Valve.”

Instantly, of course, I know this is a scam. I adore valve and played so many of their games too. I can’t believe my luck! Of all the calls to answer! Surprisingly he didn’t have some weird accent.

Me: “Oh, uh… what can I do for you?”

Sir Scamalot: “We’ve had reports that game keys shipped to your location may have an error that prevents it from authenticating, specifically the game Counter Strike. We need to validate your game keys to see if your affected.” [I forget which CS was on sale then, this was 2008].

Me: “Oh, what do I do?” As if I didn’t know.

Sir Scamalot: “Well I just need you to open any copies of the game you have and read me the CD key on the instruction manual so I can verify them with our validation software.” [or on the jewel case, I don’t remember that either]

Me: “Sure thing, can I put you on hold for a minute while I get those?”

Sir Scamalot: [obviously happy] “Sure!”

So I put Sir Scamalot on hold while I called all the other area stores electronics department and warned them about the scammer and confirmed nobody had taken a call like this earlier. About 15 minutes later, I get back to Scamalot.

Me: “Thanks for holding, but I can’t find any CD keys. I looked all through the book and the packages.”

Sir Scamalot: [annoyed] “Well sir, just open any copy of Counter Strike and on the-”

Me: “Oh, COUNTER STRIKE! I thought you said Counting Strikes, that bowling game, ok, hold on!”

Everyone in the department is listening and we all laugh. 10 minutes later, I’m back on the line.

Me: “Ok, I got what you’re looking for! What do you need?”

Now I make him walk me through how to open the box, including interrogating him for 5 minutes about how to do it without breaking the seal, then pretend I can’t find the book, etc etc.

Finally, I’m ready to read the code!

First, I read him the UPC. This upsets him. Then I read him a part number from something. Now he’s livid. Finally, I ask if he means the code on the book that says “game key” and has like groups of four digits with dashes (like he’s said probably 50 times already) and he gets excited again.

Oh, ok heres the game key…

Me: “Ok F… like frank. U… like uncle. C… like cat.”

Sir Scamalot: “Sir, I don’t think thats right, normally a code would-”

Me: “No, its. F, U, C, then K like kite. Next four is Y like yesterday. O like owl-”

And he swore at me and hung up.

anonymous asked:

What might a character with extensive hand to hand combat skills (from say a special ops background) be shaky on when learning swordfighting skills? What kind of "mistakes" might someone with that background tend to make? Thank you!

The tricky thing about people who come from Special Forces backgrounds is, they tend to be very adaptable. A lot of the time, people get the perception that Special Forces get lots of specialized training that no one else has access to, and this allows them to be more effective. That’s kinda true, but it can easily lead to a distorted perspective of what makes them useful and effective.

What makes special operators useful isn’t their rote ability to kill people. It’s not the specific techniques they’re trained in (though, those do help). It’s the mindset their training screens for and then encourages. You can, as it turns out, teach nearly anyone how to use a gun. The hard part is finding someone who can think on their feet and come up with solutions to their current problems quickly.

This brings us back to your question. Someone who’s trained in hand to hand will take a little time to get used to the idea of a sword. It’s just not something they’ve spent a lot of time with. Someone who has trained in knife fighting will have to learn a new approach as well. But, these are things you can learn from, and adapt to. For someone coming out of a special forces background, their training and outlook should put them in a much better situation to identify and address weaknesses that come with learning a new skill. It won’t always, but it does put them in the right mindset.

Special operators aren’t unbeatable, they’re not omnipotent, but they have been trained to identify problems and find ways to solve them. I’m not being euphemistic here. I don’t mean, “problems” in the sense of, “oh, hey, I need to kill those guys.” That is a part of it, but also things like: “I need these pages somewhere I can see them quickly;” proceeds to tape them to the wall. When you’re approaching a character like this, it’s someone who is very good at identifying problems, both life threatening, annoying, and everything in between, and then looking for a way to solve them.

Also, from what I’ve seen, if an ex-operator doesn’t have any problems to solve, they’ll get bored, then set their sights higher, and start working towards a new goal. Again, this is part of the mindset.

Now, we are talking about human beings. Just like everyone else, sometimes they’ll miss details, overlook something, or forget pieces of salient information. They’ll try not to, particularly on forgetting things, and if they identify it as a problem, they’ll try to find some way to work around it, but it happens.

This also means, any mistakes they make, when learning a new martial style, are something they’ll seek to learn from. Someone from that background will make mistakes in training, the same kinds of things anyone will, poor initial stance, imperfect technique, the kinds of mistakes you will see from every student in that field. The difference, and why this question is so tricky, is that they will work to address those mistakes as quickly as possible, and to their best to learn everything they can from those mistakes.

As for making mistakes in the field? Yes, that can happen. But it will be based, entirely, on the situation at hand, and the information they have. If they’re trying to solve a problem and they don’t know about something, they can’t account for it, and they can end up with a solution that does not work. But, that’s not going to be a problem with a sword or their technique (usually).

-Starke

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Stare || Jason Blossom

A/N: So this was requested by @phanwth, I hope you enjoy what I wrote and I’m sorry if it isn’t what you wanted, and that it took so long! Feel free to request more you guys! :)

Warnings: Swearing

Words with quotes and italics like ‘this’ are either thoughts, or text messages.

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Joining the River Vixens wasn’t something you had ever considered doing. It wasn’t like you wouldn’t want to try it out, maybe you would enjoy it, most of your fear had come from the thought of the people that would be watching you do it.

So naturally you were opposed to Cheryl suggesting you try out. Many people thought that someone like Cheryl being friends with someone like you was bizarre, but you knew better.

You had taken the time to get through to Cheryl privately, and saw how she really was. Although she acted the way she did at school, she had a soft spot for you and you had one for her too, so you put up with any looks, you hardly noticed them now.

The moment you saw Cheryl walking up to you with that sly smile you just knew she was going to suggest some crazy idea she had to you, and you were right. She walked up to you quickly, luckily without her two minions, and smiled even wider if that were possible, “I had a great idea and I won’t even give you the chance to say no” were the words that came out of her mouth.

You quickly shook your head, “what is it now?” you asked in a rushed manner, reaching into your locker as if you actually had something to be doing. Cheryl, being your only friend besides Jughead, saw past you rather quickly.

She closed your locker and grabbed you gently by the shoulders before you could walk away, “I know you too well (Y/N). Now listen up, you are going to join the River Vixens, no excuses.” she said boldly, staring you directly in the eyes.

She was met with an exhausted sigh, “Cheryl you know how much I hate dealing with people in general. Do you know how many people are going to watch and criticize me if I do this?” you said quickly, immediately rejecting the idea.

Cheryl looked at you with pleading eyes, “(Y/N). Please do this, for me? I know how you are, trust me, but please do this one thing? I know you would be great at this, believe me.” she begged, but she still indicated that you wouldn’t have to do it.

She nearly screamed with joy when she saw you nod your head, muttering a quiet “fine, I’ll do it.” under your breath. Cheryl grabbed your arm and quickly dragged you down the hall, talking about your routine and schedule.

After many practices and a very embarrassing ( for you anyways ) tryout, you were finally a part of the River Vixens. Cheryl was ecstatic about you joining, and proceeded to rant to you about the next football game you guys were going to cheer at.

You quickly realized it was very close, and panic overwhelmed you, but you chose to just ignore it for now, ‘i’ll worry about it later’ you thought to yourself. Cheryl continued speaking to you excitedly, “I’m so proud of you! Now we can cheer on JJ and the rest of the team together” she said smiling proudly, her gaze turning to you.

It took you a moment to process something, it was like you completely forgot, Jason Blossom was on the football team. For unknown reasons Jason intimidated you, without a doubt he was similar to Cheryl, maybe he just seemed bad, after all they were twins, but he still was intimidating.

Despite all of this you nodded, smiling back at cheryl cheerfully, walking down the sidewalk as you got closer to your house where you would both split up from each other.

Cheryl sighed contently, “I’ll see you at the game, (Y/N). Don’t stress, you’ll do awesome.”  she said quickly, giving you a quick smile before walking away. You stared at her retreating form in thought, snapping out of it as you ran up to your front door, retreating to your room to stress about the upcoming football game.

It felt like no time had passed at all but here you were, already getting ready for the game. Panicked thoughts swirled through your mind, and the thought of so many people- especially those you didn’t particularly like, watching you, was unnerving to say the least.

You had already messed up in your panic getting dressed, accidentally shoving your arm in the hole meant for your head. The moment you noticed this, a loud and annoyed “fuck!” escaped your lips, as Cheryl and the other River Vixens looked at you curiously.

Cheryl quickly picked up on what was going on, walking over to you and helping you get your arm into the right place, “Calm down, trust me these things are not as bad as you may think they are” she said comfortingly, putting a gentle hand on your shoulder.

You nodded mostly to yourself, looking to make sure everything was in order, just in time as you noticed it was time for you guys to cheer. Attempting and failing to ignore your nerves, you ran out with the other girls, getting in your place as you began to cheer.

The football team had begun running out too, and then you noticed the familiar red hair, and stared for a moment.  Bashfully you looked away before anyone could notice you staring, everyone except for Cheryl Blossom.

Little did you know, just as you had looked away from the teen, he caught sight of you. He felt paralyzed, staring at you as you stood there, cheering with the other Vixens.

Many thoughts ran through his mind, ‘when did she join the Vixens?’ being the first one he thought of. He knew that you had to have just joined, and he swore that he had seen you with his sister, then it all clicked.

You were (Y/N) (Y/L/N). You were in a few of his classes and Cheryl had talked about you a lot, ‘how did I not realize?’ he thought to himself lamely, his stare still on you although luckily you hadn’t noticed.

Just as he began thinking about why Cheryl hadn’t bothered introducing you, he figured the whole situation out. Cheryl wouldn’t introduce you because of his reputation, why would the introverted (Y/N), who always made it clear about how much she hated meeting new people ( according to Cheryl ), want to meet a new person? Especially if that new person was the most well known person in the entire school?

His thoughts were quickly interrupted as he heard the whistle blow and quickly got into position to play, although you were all that remained on his mind. When the game started Cheryl noticed an off look in her twins eye, and wondered what it could have been as they began to cheer.

Jason noticed he was distracted, his coach did, Cheryl did, and a few teammates did, but no one said anything yet, ‘why do I keep thinking about her? I don’t know her’ he thought to himself as he shoved someone down roughly.

He looked over to you briefly and noticed you staring back, although you looked away quickly he continued staring, getting lost for a moment. That was when Cheryl noticed, she saw immediately that Jason had stared at you just like you had done to him a few moments ago, but decided to confront the both of you about it after.

Jason heard his name and even though his feet moved, his mind stayed on you, and even though he jumped to catch the ball, his mind was zoned out. So it came as a surprise to him when he felt the wind get knocked out of his lungs and found himself on the grass, a pounding headache beginning to form.

He heard multiple calls of his name as he was pulled up onto his feet, disoriented he blew off the coach and insisted he could play, and he continued. Despite him continuing, even though he didn’t have a major fall again, a few people noticed he was a bit off.

He wouldn’t immediately respond to his name being called, and sometimes he wouldn’t knock someone down properly. everyone on his team was growing concerned and slightly annoyed at Jason’s suddenly distracted behaviour, and made it known when the game ended and they lost.

Chuck was irritated because of Jason’s performance on the field, and infuriated when he noticed that Jason wasn’t paying attention to him walking over at all. Jason did notice however, when Chuck decided to give him a rough shove, “what the hell Jason. What was wrong with you today?” he asked  angrily, staring Jason in the eyes.

Jason shook his head, “I don’t know, wasn’t feeling good is all. Back off Chuck, I think you’re forgetting who the hell I am” he responded, quickly switching back into his usual state, the tough rich boy.

Chuck glared at him, “You’re lucky this was just one game. Don’t fuck this up for the rest of us.” he muttered, storming off, seething with rage. Reggie walked up to Jason and pat him on the shoulder, however Jason shoved his hand off and walked outside to get some air.

The moment Jason stepped out Cheryl got in his face, “Hey JJ, I saw you today. You were looking at (Y/N), and normally I wouldn’t let you because of how you act around girls in particular, but you’ve never looked at anyone like that.” were the rushed words that came out of her mouth as she gave him a suspicious look.

Jason shook his head, processing what she had just said before he responded, “I don’t know what you-””Don’t give me that JJ. I want you to be happy and I know how you looked at her, so you’re meeting her in two days for a date, this Sunday around 5, be. ready.” she said, smiling as she gave him a loving peck on the cheek before walking off to find you.

She didn’t have to look very far, quickly seeing you standing outside out of your outfit looking lost. Cheryl ran over to you smiling from ear to ear, “You’re meeting Jason this weekend!” she shouted, giving you a knowing look as you chocked on your own spit for a moment.

After coughing, you gave her a look that screamed ‘what the fuck’ before responding, “Cheryl- why? I don’t want to meet-””you don’t want to meet anyone. I saw both of you looking at each other and I can’t let that go. You were gaping at Jason, he was gaping at you, and the look you guys had… that was a look that meant a lot.” she said knowingly, giving you a pleading look.

You rubbed a hand over your face in an annoyed manner, “Fine, but he better not pull anything Cheryl.” you muttered, throwing Cheryl a look that she was already used to.

The time leading up to the date was stressful for both you and Jason. Cheryl had been preparing you both and found it very difficult. Jason was doubting that you would enjoy yourself and constantly worrying about what he would act like, meanwhile you were worried about Jason trying to pull a- well a Jason

It was now an hour before the date and Cheryl had helped you get ready and emotionally prepare yourself, “I already talked to him, he isn’t a bad guy (Y/N). He’s just like me, I promise” she said convincingly, making you smile to yourself as you nodded.

You and Cheryl began talking about the date and before you knew it the doorbell rand. You got up and frowned, “I can’t-””Yes you can, come on” she insisted, dragging you to your front door.

When you opened it and saw Jason it seemed fake, he stood tall, red hair messier than usual, a casual outfit on him as he gave a quick smile, looking over to Cheryl.

Cheryl quickly stepped over, “Jason, (Y/N). (Y/N), Jason. I’m sure you two already met while gawking at each other during a football game though” she added slyly, making both you and Jason throw a glare her way.

Quickly grabbing Jason’s arm in a boost of confidence, you dragged him out, “Bye, Cheryl!” you shouted sarcastically as you walked towards the familiar neon sign at Pop’s diner.

Jason laughed to himself, and the sound was soothing, “Hey uh, I just want you to know that you’d better be like Cheryl said, and not the Jason I always see swooning girls at school” you said lamely. Jason just smiled, “Well I hope she didn’t paint me out to be some hero or some dick because i’m neither of those. I just want you to think of me as some guy, not ‘Jason Blossom, the captain of the football team’” he said quickly, looking over to you nervously.

You bit your lip in thought, “This is a step in the right direction. I can’t think of you as ‘some guy’ but I can think of you like I thought of Cheryl” you said finally, looking over to Jason.

Jason nodded quickly, “And how did you think of her?” he asked curiously, glancing at you from the corner of his eye as you neared Pop’s, “Someone who was ruined and forced to act a certain way because of family reputation” you put simply, glancing to see his reaction.

Jason looked at you solemnly, “How often does Cheryl talk about us?” he asked, opening the door for you to enter the diner before him. You stepped inside, walking to your favourite seat in the back, “Not too often, but i’ve seen the way your parents are, no offence” you muttered out quickly, sitting down.

Jason shook his head, “Let’s talk lighter, I don’t want you to think of me as some victim. I’ve done bad shit that I shouldn’t have, you know that” he said sincerely, looking around the diner to avoid your gaze.

You nodded, “Lets not talk about that, I want our first official ‘date’ to be happier, the sad shit can happen later” you replied in a light tone, smiling at Jason when he looked back to you. 

He nodded, “Right of course. By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you, is it true that you befriended Cheryl after you threw a water balloon filled with paint at her face from the roof?” he laughed, giving you a questioning look.

You nodded bashfully, hiding your face behind your hands, “Yes I thought it would be funny, I’m surprised she didn’t kill me. I was surprised at my aim though, it was pretty good, if I do say so myself” you said jokingly, peeking our from behind your hands to see Jason laughing silently.

The rest of the night continued with lighthearted jokes and smiles. Jason walked you back to your house, and was greeted by a very excited Cheryl who quickly brought both of you in.

Jason walked into your kitchen, you and Cheryl following as you mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Cheryl, who smiled and mouthed an ‘I told you so’ back.

Little did you know, Jason talked about you nonstop to Cheryl all the time after that. The three of you spent the rest of that night together making jokes, watching movies, and trying to forget about any reputations you would deal with when you got back to school the next day.

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Actually, I have a fairly good idea of exactly WHY tumblr ads suck so hard,

 and why they’re failing so badly at appealing to youth, and they never seem to be paying attention to the HEAPS OF CRITICISM, even when most all the notes on their sponsored posts are specifically telling them, in detail, why they suck. 

(sorry for the long post)

First of all, they are actually listening. 

My dad works in advertising and graphic design, he’s in this industry, and he certainly listens to me every single time I talk about the memes, the culture of the internet and today’s youth and all the hip things like that. He’s gotta. This is his job, his paycheck really depends on whether or not he knows exactly how to appeal to whatever target audience the company wants him to appeal to. He’s got to be hip on all the memes, internet slang, popular music and media, because if he doesn’t, he’s gonna get replaced by a younger guy fresh out of art school. So you bet your ass he’s gonna listen and pay attention and ask questions whenever his 19-year-old daughter’s talking about DWC, the new game that Blizzard just released, or Hillary Clinton’s pathetic attempts to get the youth vote. 

As you can imagine, everyone in marketing is trying their damned hardest to make sure their content appeals. By this point, they know exactly why content doesn’t appeal, because they’ve analyzed why things do and dont appeal from every possible angle. People literally go to school for this. They attend workshops. 

So if that’s the case, then wtf is happening? 

Why do we get shit like this

spammed all over our feeds? 

Well it’s a bunch of factors, and not all of it is the age of the people making this content. 

See, the internet and social media has actually brought a kind of mini-crisis upon the marketing industry. They have to constantly be appealing to kids these days, or they quickly become irrelevant, uncool. Every day, individual advertisers, and the industry as a whole, has to ask themselves what appeals to this generation, what can they offer that would appeal to the kids these days? 

They’ve got a crisis on their hands right now, because, to put it simply, we all hate advertisements. With a burning passion

And they’ve noticed this, they’ve noticed that internet youth as a whole will go to any possible lengths to avoid ads, that we’ll download extensions, avoid websites, even fucking pay money if it means we won’t have to deal with any goddamn ads, and then when we do see ads, we’ll relentlessly mock them on every possible flaw we can find. 

They had a whole decade to notice their audience’s overwhelmingly negative response to anything that’s trying to sell them shit. They are fully aware how annoying their very existence is to us. 

So right now, what they’re trying to do is make ads that don’t look like ads

The first thing they figured they should do, was that instead of doing banner ads and sidebar ads and video interruptions in your youtube and spotify, they should be doing sponsored posts: write up their ads in post form, put them up on a designated corporate account on a popular social media site, then pay the site to seed those posts on everyone’s feed. There you go. It’s an ad, but it doesn’t look like an ad. Maybe the internet people won’t be as annoyed now, because it’s just a post in their feed, it’s not disrupting their experience in any significant way like other ads do. 

Well, they tried that, and it didn’t work. It didn’t really matter that now it was all in accordance with the natural functions of the site, pretty much all of us could see that this, 

is a fucking ad. That’s a goddamn ad that’s being put on our feeds against our will. Nobody followed fucking Microsoft, why in fuck would we do that? there’s nothing but ads on that account, and who the fuck wants ads? 

So now they have to go back to the drawing board, and figure out another way to make these ads appealing, even though they’re ads and everyone hates ads. 

So the marketing guys noticed how a new meme causes everyone to suddenly gain interest in a new piece of media, and how quickly viral content will spread in general. How, say, all those Doritos and Mountain Dew in MLG montages are basically free advertising, or how the slew of viral videos featuring horse head masks caused the sale of those particular horse head masks to skyrocket, etc etc. 

In the memes, they found a possible solution to this near-impossible conundrum that the industry is trapped in.

Basically, the way to make your ads not look like ads, is to make them look like your average viral content. You have to turn your brand into a meme in order to appeal. 

It was actually probably Denny’s that figured out the formula first, and they’re probably still one of the most successful examples. 

Think about it. Did Denny’s even HAVE to sponsor their posts? Or did we just all willingly reblog them because they were so fuckin weird, and we couldn’t believe a corporation was doing this shit? 

But now here’s the problem, and this is why the ads are failing to appeal, even more than obvious reasons like “they’re all putting existing and outdated memes in their ads, and its really uncreative and out of touch”: 

The problem is there’s no direct interaction with the audience. 

You know how the Denny’s blog answers asks? That’s exactly the sort of thing that’s lacking from all these corporate blogs, that’s why they’re still really obvious adspewers, and thus, why they’re so damn annoying (other than all the piggybacking on outdated memes, ofc). 

Other than Denny’s, I’ve only seen two isolated situations where a corporate blog actually responded to feedback of any kind: 

  1. That one time that a visual novel app actually announced two lesbian love interests in response to someone demanding gay content.
  2. That one time Episode got self-aware and mentioned Tumblr in an ad

The first response garnered actual respect for the app, while Episode’s ad caused everyone to burst into mock panic (which was par for the course, given how their strategy seems to be “become infamous for our wild ads, and maybe someone will be curious to try out our app”). 

Given how most of us will accept ads in the form of “signal boosts” from fellow tumblr users, it’s basically a given that, as a whole, we respond much better once we’re assured there’s an actual genuine person behind the ad, who is sincerely trying to reach out to us. 

So you know, why the fuck do all these marketing blogs, Episode, Battlecamp, Funyuns, Game of War, etc. 

why do they

never

actually

talk to us? 

It’s simple:  

they can’t actually talk to us. 

Corporations have rules, regulations. These advertisers running the marketing accounts aren’t CEOs, they’re not even managers, they’re most likely low-level workers in the midst of the marketing branch of the company, a branch that, for the most part, has to follow the rules of the company, and are under extreme pressure (from company lawyers and the PR department) not to do anything out-of-line. 

Actually responding to asks or reblogs are a huge risk, and the people who command the guys who run these blogs have a bajillion reasons why they don’t want some bloody grunt to go saying whatever the hell they want on the official corporation’s tumblr blog.They could say something off-color and cause a scandal, or they could ruin the company’s professional reputation just by acting like a human being. When they log into that blog, the low-level grunt is supposed to be representing the entire corporation, a body made up of hundreds or thousands of people. You’d better damn well make sure they’re saying the right thing.

Running the official Denny’s blog probably takes a very organized and deliberate effort, along with a hella lot of risk, all to make those weird posts, reply to asks, even to figure out the perfect blend of surrealism and mundanity, while at the same time ensuring their product actually looks appealing. it probably takes a whole team to run that blog, if we’ll be honest. There’s probably 10 mods, who all have to be in close contact with not only each other, but with the boss. The boss has to trust them to not fuck up. It probably took a lot of careful planning and communication in order to figure out a stable system for all that. 

Episode couldn’t make a response to tumblr that wasn’t formatted like one of their usual ads, and they only made their (pseudo) response after a string of increasingly weirder ads convinced them that such a daring move like mentioning tumblr wouldn’t be a total disaster (well, more like convinced them that “total disaster” is something that should actually be their marketing ploy from now on).

Kisses and Curses (the aforementioned paranormal romance app) obviously was planning the female love interests already, and saw in that single comment a good opportunity to officially announce them. They also are most likely a smaller company, probably a single team that’s doing double duty on both content creation and marketing, giving them much less red tape if they wanted to answer a question like “but do the lesbians die,” or model future content after the desires of their target audience. They have a lot more freedom to be human, is what I’m trying to say. 

And while it’s fully possible that something can reach viral status and be beloved as a brand without having to respond directly to their audience, it’s pretty impossible to intentionally pull that sort of thing off, especially when you’re advertising a product or service. That kind of viral fame depends on being unexpected and unexplained, an enigma, really, and as a result, any strategy you find that actually works will only ever work the first time. The second person who tries the same thing will be labeled an obvious copycat.

TL;DR: the field of advertising is struggling to figure out how to adapt to an audience that hates the very existence of ads, and their only strategy is to make their ads less and less ad-like, and make their marketing accounts more like actual users and content creators. 

However, due to the structure and size of the companies themselves, they can’t actually do that. Fully committing to their emulation of content creators would mean they’d have to let the employees who run these blogs freely respond to their audience, and actively communicate with them. That’s a risk that no company is fully willing to take, and thus, all these advertisers are forced to make shitty content bandwagoning off the latest trends, and cross their fingers that someone finds the mess appealing on an ironic level. 

Everyone’s pretty much stuck between a rock and a hard place, and the only way out of the shitty ads is to literally redefine the whole concept of marketing, because we just flat-out hate all ads nowadays, no matter what they are or how they come to us.  

I Can Hear You

Request: reader hears damon masturbating in the shower except damon is like masturbating about reader and how the reader is his etc. and then the reader busts in and stuff anyways they end up having sex. idk if that’s a possible request but thank you! – @just-antiyou 

Pairings: Damon x Reader

Warnings: swearing, smut

Word Count: 1226

These gifs makes me literally feel like jelly. Sorry if took long, boo!

(gifs not mine, credits to owners)

Damon and you have always been friends since the moment he arrived in Mystic Falls, that led to him falling for you quicker than he expected, Katherine heck even Elena vanishing from his mind, and later, his heart. It warmed your heart how someone like Damon, who had put up his walls for everyone, let you in wholeheartedly. Yes, his actions aggravate you at times and his recklessness annoy you to no end but deep down he is still that sweet, caring gentleman that you fell for.

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anonymous asked:

i just don't get why they couldn't have been like "yep we're takin a couple years off and doing our own thing for a bit." i know people always like to say that maybe their plans changed along the way but if harry started working on his solo album in february and liam had a leaked demo in march then that means that.. they were planning on going solo.. lol

yeah exactly, that’s always been my issue. i mean, harry said he started writing for his album in february last year - he talked about being overwhelmed by it - so it’s not like he was just writing in general and suddenly thought ohhh you know what, maybe i’ll write an album. i think he and liam definitely planned on doing solo music, and maybe niall too. i’m not sure about louis planning for it before the break because it does sound like jho kinda came out of nowhere and it became something really important to him and he enjoyed the process so much that he wanted to do more solo music himself. i’m fine with them doing solo stuff and i feel like it was to be expected, but they actively denied that they were going to do solo music (and i don’t care that people think it was expected and oh, of course they’d go solo…..the boys are the ones who said it wasn’t happening) and they put timelines on the hiatus several times, and while those timelines varied somewhat, none of them were longer than two years. and it’s not like they couldn’t have been vague - they WERE vague in some interviews, and then in others they chose not to be rather than just continuing to repeat themselves (as annoying as that may have been) so fans at least received one fucking answer about the hiatus. i feel like i’m in the minority with this opinion, but yeah, i don’t think they should have done that and i wish they’d been more honest about things. a lot of people are like “OHHH WELL FANS WOULD’VE FREAKED OUT” and i’m like lol ummm fans freaked out regardless, and with the fans who don’t believe they’re ever coming back, it didn’t and doesn’t matter what the boys say to reassure them….they’ll believe that no matter what, so you really can’t cater to those people. and it’s the same thing with the media - they were always going to say 1d wasn’t going to come back whether the boys were vague or as specific as saying “we’ll be back january 1st, 2018″ because the media loves drama and because of the history of boybands generally breaking up/going on hiatus and not getting back together. and i know some people have tried to say that it’s just contract issues or whatever that are holding the boys back in terms of reuniting, but they all sound pretty nonchalant and unconcerned and “ehhhh we’ll see when it happens,” so i just don’t know.

Everyone Has A Weakness - Part 2

Request from @sborrink: (possible part 2 to ‘everyone has a weakness’ or a stand alone story. Your choice.). Dom!Bucky x reader where the reader finds out that Bucky has a thing for skimpy Halloween outfits/lingerie courtesty of Nat letting it slip out during a drunken girls night out (Bucky reluctantly helping Nat pick a costume). Reader sees it as a perfect oportunity to get back at Bucky at Tony’s Halloween party for all the teasing he’s done, but Bucky has some ideas of his own.

Note: So I have changed this just a little bit in regards to how Nat informs the reader. Rather than having her letting it slip due to alcohol she just comes right out with it - I can definitely imagine her doing that! I also would like to apologise right now for the ending! haha!

Dom!Bucky x Reader

Words: 2,504

Warnings: There is smut in this piece so please if you are under 18 DO NOT READ. It is not suitable for you so I’d rather you stayed reading my SFW stuff. Major teasing (sorry!), language, dominance and slightly controlling behaviour.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their wonderful creators <3

Another piece of fabric was thrown over the changing room door to where you were stood, forcing you to catch it before adding it to the pile that was steadily beginning to form. You couldn’t believe that this stuff was actually classed as clothing – looked more like brightly coloured dental floss to you – but Nat had insisted on coming shopping for Tony’s Halloween party and dragging you along with her.

Your mind wasn’t in it though, not after what had transpired in the gym the other day, good god you hoped no one had seen the two of you, scrap that….heard you. It became apparent rather quickly that Bucky brought noises out of you that you didn’t even think were possible and given the shock of how quickly it had all unfolded you were unable to even attempt to keep them held back.

“[y/n] are you even listening to me out there?”

Nat’s voice snapped you out of the rather racy thoughts your mind had started to play out and it was a good job too because you were beginning to feel an all too familiar heat building between your legs and had she not spoken your ability to stand would have soon disappeared.

“Sorry Nat, was too busy wondering just how this all passes as clothing.”

“о мой Бог! (‘oh my god!’) You sound ancient! This is all the rage among us adults at Halloween…” You were about to disagree with her entirely but almost as though she knew you were she spoke again before you could even open your mouth. “….and Bucky LOVES this stuff.”

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Book of Mormon Fanfiction Recommendations (Mostly McPriceley)

 These are my favorite Book of Mormon fanfictions. These are mostly McPriceley because most more than half of the fanfictions that the Book of Mormon archive has is McPriceley. This is a much bigger list than my other one. Extras at the end and if I find more in the future, check the notes.

Bold and italicized are my favorites.

I do not own any of these.

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Early Morning Tease (Seth Rollins) - the reader is home with her boyfriend Seth for the holidays. Seth goes out with his friends for a few drinks, but not before being teased as he leaves. fluff/smut

y'all, this is my first time posting my writing on this blog so let me know what you think.



WARNINGS: language/smut(ish)

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“That’s such BULLSHIT,” Seth yelled from the living room. I rolled my eyes, assuming he was just pissed that he was losing his video game. Every morning Seth ate his breakfast while he played Madden. It was like a tradition in our house. And almost every morning, Seth lost.

I grabbed my mug and made way into the living, finding that my assumptions were true when I saw an angry Seth standing right in front of the TV, thumbs furiously pushing at the buttons on his controller. I plopped myself down onto the couch and brought my knees to my chest, watching him with intrigue. Whenever he got worked up, his back muscles involuntarily tensed and flexed. I like to think it’s the universe’s little gift to me.

About ten minutes passed and Seth had officially lost to the Minnesota Vikings, 24-0, with a defeated and angry, “Fuck!” He turned around and looked me in eyes, smiling softly before climbing over the coffee table so he was standing in front of me. He leaned down and gave me a lingering kiss on the lips, before pulling back and gently kissing my forehead.

“Bet you had no idea was even sitting here, huh?” I asked, playfully poking his face as he sat down next to me, curling up into my side like a child.

“No, I knew,” he said, matter-of-fact.

“Seth there’s no way you knew. You were so engrossed in your video game.”

“You’re wrong. I always know when you’re around me. I have like, spidey senses that only work for you,” he looked up at me for his place on my hip and smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him again, for the second time this morning. “You’re an idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot. That’s the beauty of it,” he sighed into my skin.

I was really thankful for the time we had together at home in Davenport this Christmas. It originally wasn’t looking like we were going to be able to make it home until the 23rd and then in turn have to be back in Tampa by the 27th, but Carrano pulled some strings for us at the very last minute. Now we had about 2 and a half weeks off together. No obligations, no responsibilities (other than Kevin), and no work. Us both being professional wrestlers on the main roster for WWE, it was hard to get time like this. Time where we could lounge on the couch at our home and enjoy each other’s company.

“I’d be so lost without you, babe,” I muttered into my cup.

“Likewise, princess.” He placed a kiss on the outer part of my thigh before sitting up. “Speaking of that actually….” he trailed off, looking sheepish.

I gave him my best stern look, anticipating my annoyance at whatever was going to come out of his mouth in the next 30 seconds. “What did you do?”

He stood up and started backing away from me and into the kitchen, out of my smacking range, but I just picked myself up and followed him. “Okay, baby. You can’t be mad because it’s… i-it’s something you told me to do.” He raised his hands in defense.

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the kitchen counter. “Take out the trash? Do the dishes? Put your disgusting socks into the washer and not leave them on the bathroom floor?” I questioned, gaining an eye roll from him.

“Okay, not exactly. But I promise that I’ll start getting better about that stuff.” He trailed off, not sure how to read my body language. “Remember how you told me to take time to relax and indulge in the small moments in life?”

I vaguely recalled being wine-drunk a couple nights before and telling him those things. I groaned inwardly. I should’ve known those words would come back and potentially bite me in the ass. I nodded tightly, too annoyed with myself to actually speak.

“Wellllllll,” he began, putting his hands on his hips and looking at me with that stupid, cute ass face that made me agree to anything he wanted. “The guys invited me to go over the lodge today and shoot some pool and drink some beer and I said I’d come.” He backtracked and raised his hands defensively when he saw my eyebrow raise. “I said I could ONLY go if it was alright with you.”

His big, brown bambi eyes pleaded with me and of course, my weak heart couldn’t stand here and say no when he looked so goddamn cute. But that didn’t mean I would let it look like I surrendered too easily.

“Oh? What time were you thinking?”

“Like 10? Only if that’s okay with you, princess,” he smiled nervously at me.

“And you’re going to the Moose Lodge here in town?”

“Yes. Just 10 minutes down the road. Close enough to be home incase of an emergency.”

I pursed my lips and pretended to contemplate before pointing a finger at him, commanding his attention. “I promise not to be a needy, mopey baby when you go hang out with your friends as long as you bring me some fried pickles when you come home.”

A big wide, award-winning smile spread across his face and he came around the kitchen island to envelope me in a warm hug. I squeezed him tightly, breathing in his scent. He felt like home and I loved it.

Seth pulled back just slightly to kiss me on the lips and then again and again. “Thanks, babe. I just didn’t want to leave you hanging while we had the chance to be home together.”

Eye roll count for today: 3.

“Seth, your friends deserve to see you too. They get to see you even less I do,” I smacked his chest playfully and went across the kitchen to get another cup of tea.

“I know, but you’re my number one priority in life,” he replied. I looked over my shoulder to see him staring at me from across the kitchen, adoration in all his features.

“Don’t you forget it, big guy,” I joked.

“With a woman like you, I couldn’t.”

“Good.” I turned in place and stared at his stupid, perfect face. He was too irresistible to not look at whenever I had the chance. We’d been together for 3 years and I still took every opportunity I admire him. I took and sip and suddenly remembered something. “Oh and can you pick up some milk?”

He furrowed his eyebrows at me and turned to open the fridge next to him. He grabbed the milk off the top shelf and held it up. “Yeah?”

I shook my head at the joker standing in front of me. “I meant at the store, Seth.”

He rolled his eyes at me this time and put the milk back where it belonged before closing the fridge and mocking my faux-annoyed pose. “Babe, I assume it weighs the same whether it’s in our fridge or at the store.”

“Seth Rollins, I hate you” I laughed.

He bounded over to me, pulling me into another tight hug. “You’re in love with me,” he muttered into my neck as he kissed his way down.

“Yeah, very true. I’m in love with you,” I whispered. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the closeness. He has just made his way to my t-shirt neckline when his hands snaked up and grabbed my breasts. His head popped up and by the darkening look in his eyes, I knew he was quickly getting turned on.

I smirked and shifted my position against the counter so my bare thigh rubbed against the bulge in his jeans. He groaned and brought his forehead down to touch mine.

“Are you not wearing a bra?” He mustered out between his clenched teeth.

“Nope,” I smiled back, popping the p.

“Why do you do this to me?”

“I thought we could have some fun this morning.” I made sure to bat my eyelashes at him and reach up to kiss his neck and tug at his hair, a few things that I knew would help with his growing arousal.

“Well then,” he said, lifting me up by my ass so I was now sitting on the counter, both legs on either sides of his hips, “we’ll just have to take care of that.”

Seth started kissing at my neck and playing with the waist of my silk pajama shorts. I pushed him away and hopped down form the counter, walking towards the living room. It pained me, but I knew it would pay off to both of our advantage later.

“Babe!” He shouted after me. “What the hell are you doing?”

I grabbed his keys from the bowl on the end table and tossed them to him. He caught them in one swift motion and stared at me incredulously, arms out.

“You gotta go. It’s 9:45 already. You told the boys you’d meet them at 10. You made a promise to be there and you’re not the kind of man to go back on his word,” I smirked.

He looked at the clock and then back at me a few times before sighing deeply. “You don’t play fair,” he moaned before heading towards the door.

“Not in the ring and not in the bed, baby,” I said before picking Kevin up and holding him in my arms. I grabbed one of his little paws and waved it at Seth. “Tell daddy bye-bye, Kev! Say, ‘Mommy’s going to go watch her TV shows without any clothes on while you’re gone.’” I kissed Kevin on the head before turning my attention back to Seth.

He was halfway out the door, turned towards me with lust and desperation displayed in his features. “You’re getting fucked into next week when I get home from the lodge later. I promise, princess.”

“Don’t forget the milk!” I shouted just before he shut the door behind him.

I laughed to myself and walked off to the bedroom. I was desperately looking forward to his return this afternoon.