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alsO WHERE THE FUCK IS TAYLOR SWIFT’S MUSIC SHE CAN STAY WHERE EVER THE HELL SHE IS JUST DROP THE ALBUM AND GO I DONT CARE IM LITERALLY SUFFERING FROM WITHDRAWALS RIGHT N OW AND DONT TELL ME SOME BULLSHIT LIKE “jUsT ListEn tO hEr OtHEr ALbuMS ThEy NeVEr gO oUT Of StyLE” BECAUSE HOE YES THE FUCK THEY DO IT HAS BEEN THREE MUTAHFUCKIN YEARS AND I HAV E A MIND TO SEND A VERY ANGRY EMAIL TO MY CONGRESSMAN  I STG I DAMGV AS;KGJAGAEN FUFVK HEDSHIT HELLL

Originally posted by justalittletumblweed

Ephemeral (Part 2/4)

Pairings: Tony Stark X Reader

Words: 1410

Summary: Could you do something where the Reader is Steve’s fiance and right before the wedding they find out he’s not really in love with them, he’s in love with Sharon? Whether that be he tells them or she finds them together some way. And she goes to Tony for support and after a lil bit (the night of or a few months from then) they get together? Sorry if this is confusing…

Warnings: Some swears,insecure Y/N,and lots of angst. 

Requested By: @wannabe-weasley

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Author’s Note:Shall I end it here? Comment below! 

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The door shut behind you with a slam. You pressed your hands against the back of it,as you threw you head back,not having any care in the world how it hard it hit the wood. You sucked in a breath and then you let it all out in one breath,you screamed out of frustration. You slid down with the support of the door,your back against it,and bent your knees,caging them in your arms.

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Navy seals copypasta in crytyping generator:

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The entire weekend Stiles was acting odd. Normally he’d wrap himself up in a blanket and invite you to sit on his lap, Scott would lay the length of the sofa with his feet balancing on the arm rest next to you.


Instead he stared straight ahead crammed between Scott and the end of the sofa as they watched one of the movies they saved for when you weren’t at Stiles’. From there it got worse, no texts to check you were getting around ok on your own, no suddenly flailing Stilinski falling through your window to check if you were still alive.


“Hit him.” Malia muttered.


“I’m not hitting him for ignoring me.” You sighed.

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How To Lose A Gem

Jimin x Reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: language

Words: 2,109

This is something I wrote because I haven’t posted in a while, so I’m posting it now because I’m still working on longer content for you all. Call it a gift, if you will.


Originally posted by bwipsul

I could quite literally tell you how to lose a gem. Whether it be sentimental, something passed down through generations, or a piece of rock bought for show. I could tell you right now how to “lose” it. Maybe throw it in a lake, put it in the disposal, or simply place it in the trash.

Nevertheless, the gem I’m referring to isn’t something that can be bought. It’s not something that is easily lost, and it is definitely not jewelry. Its a man. Jimin, to be exact.

I guess this wouldn’t really help if you had a husband that was already tired of your shit. A husband who has wanted to move out since the moment he found out how you really eat.

This, this is for wives with husbands that won’t let go, no matter what. The ones that will whisper sweet nothings into your ear, even at 4 o'clock in the morning. This, is how to lose a gem.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a drabble with the “You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!” DeanXReader

The ketchup story - Dean x Reader

Prompt #104: “You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”

A nice meal. What’s better than that? At this moment, nothing can be better, like at all! The fries on your plate are everything your heart wants and if Dean dares to steal even one of them, he’ll end up dead, with no regrets.

That’s what happens just before your period, the need for food appears along with the strength to fight anyone between you and it.

You sit at the table in front of Dean, the diner very much full since it’s lunch time. “Man, I’m starving,” you tell him, popping a fry into your mouth. Then, as if it is a habit, you absently grab the glass bottle of ketchup and give it a few shakes. Shake. Shake.

Dean’s eyes widen, horror mixed with incredulousness mixed with an Oh-no expression on his face, “Babe, you might wanna stop doing that.”

Shake. Shake. “What? Why?” You ask, shaking the bottle over your shoulder one last time before placing it back on the table. And that’s when you realize there’s no more ketchup in it. The bottle stands completely empty.

What? How- Oh dear God! No-no-no. Please God, no!

You turn around, praying to every deity you can come up with, but it’s of no help.

The man sitting behind you is as speechless as you are, his white shirt now a distant memory.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry! Oh my God,” you say and repeat like a broken record to the poor victim who right now appears to be completely done with his life. Probably having enough of your ramblings, the man stands up and heads to the bathroom, a walking bottle of ketchup under the eyes of the whole diner.

“Oh my God,” you say, sitting back at the table, your hands covering your face. “Please kill me now.”

And that’s when you hear him, Dean, laughing his ass off. What a jerk! You are dying of embarrassment, hoping the ground will open up and swallow you whole and he’s having the time of his life. So you kick him under the table, repeatedly.

“I’m sorry, I really am,” he says, drying his eyes, his face too amused for your liking.

“I’m glad one of us is having fun,” you state sarcastically, and then just kick him again because he deserves it, no one can deny that.

“Ow!” He yelps, massaging his leg. “What was that for?!”

“You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”

He just chuckles and takes out his phone, “Can’t wait to tell Sammy about this. I wonder what he’s doing right n- OW! Stop kicking me, woman!”

i like to imagine that while the countdown was running when dave and rose were supposed to destroy the green sun to pass the time and make them less nervous dave started singing the final countdown which really only made it worse but rose joined in and so when it gets down to like thirty seconds theyre just laughing and crying while mumbling how its the final countdown on their beds and just im in pain right n ow 

  • Frisk: *goes through genocide/no mercy run*
  • Sans: you're gonna have a BAD time 👎🕑👎🕑👎🕑👎🕑👎🕑 bad time ba̷̶ ԁ tIme 👎 gonna❌ have a bad 👎👎time right 👎👎 n 👎 ow 👎👎👎 right ❌ now ❌ ❌ if i do ƽaү so my self🚫 i say so 🚫 gonna have a bad time right now right now (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᶰᵒʷ) mMMMMᎷМ 🚫👎👎👎НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ 👎 👎👎 👎 🚫 👎 🕑 🕑 🕑 👎👎Bad time

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 busted bustEd👌 shes ✔ so busted👌👌right 👌👌n👌 ow👌👌👌so ✔busted ✔✔if i do  ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ᵇᵘˢᵗᵉᵈ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌SO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌busted