seriously creeps me the hell out

draconoxy  asked:

How did Lotor and Pidge meet? And who's Lance's partner? And why the hell is your Au so amazing?!!

ooh I can give a really short drabble hahahha :D

[The Voltron Family] How Pidge Met Lotor 

Pidge was in the library researching for her robotics homework. After what felt like hours, she went back to the isle again to look for another book source.

Pidge: *hand under her chin* Hmmmm. *muttering to herself* Mr. Wayne said something about geometric nonlinear control.
Lotor: Might I recommend “Robot Modeling and Control” by Mark W. Spong and co? It’s really helpful.
Pidge: *jolts* *looks back and sees a guy* Dude! What the hell? 
Lotor: *hands in the air* Apologies. Didn’t mean to be a creep. *chuckles softly* But seriously though. Get that book. *gets the book himself and hands it to Pidge*
Pidge: Thanks, man. *smiles* *squints at Lotor* Aren’t you in my Robotics class? With Mr. Wayne?
Lotor: Yeah, I am. I sit in the front row, so I might have not noticed you or something. With that, I apologize.
Pidge: *smirks* Dude, relax. I like to blend in myself. That long white hair or yours is just really hard to ignore. 
Lotor: Ah, yes. Does it make me stand out too much? 
Pidge: Well, yeah. But you’re rocking it. Looks great on you. *thumbs up*
Lotor: *smiles* Thanks, that really sounds genuine for some reason.
Pidge: It is. I get the feeling people don’t usually… ?
Lotor: People usually give me compliments cause they want to get in my pants and i’m like… *scrunches nose* *whispers*  Not really my thing to be honest.
Pidge: *beams* Are you… *hopeful* ace?
Lotor: *blinks in surprise* I am. A repulsed one actually. *slowly smiles*
Pidge: Eyyy! Me too! *fists bumps* Pidge.
Lotor: *fist bumps* Lotor. 
Pidge: Awesome. Wanna work on Mr. Wayne’s assigned work?
Lotor: *sheepish* I’m actually done with it this morning. I had free period.
Pidge: *bumps Lotor’s arm* GET OUT. Now you’re obliged to help me.
Lotor: *chuckles* Sure. I don’t mind. 

Then Pidge quickly texted her Daddy Keith and Daddy Shiro.

Pidge Shirogane [04:02PM]
I found someone who’s ace, too!!!

Daddy Keith (ಠ_ಠ) ♥ [04:04PM]
That’s amazing, sweetheart. I’m happy for you. :)

Daddy Shiro (*´◡`) ♥ [04:04PM]

Lance’s partner…. hmmmmmm. SOON. HAHAHHAHA I’m not sure yet who he ended up marrying. Give me more time to think about that. XD

Yin fen?

Originally posted by xofemeraldstars

Words: 1250
A/N: im so sorry if this is utter shit but it is super late, and im super tired. But i just had to make this because i hate making people wait… hope you like it. xx

You were at the pub with Alec and Magnus. You sat in box a bit longer into the pub, staring at Alec and Magnus flirting in the bar. You smiled of happiness for your best friend. It was nice to see him like this, happy and with the special glow of being in love. You fiddled with your drink, the drops started to roll down the glass, and you stopped it with your finger. “Waiting for someone special, pretty lady?” You looked at the drop on your finger, before drying it of in the napkin.

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Carl’s Helpers

Summary: Carl realizes he likes Molly and asks Ian and Mickey for advice. 

Word Count: 991

Notes: Once again to the anon who requested this, I’m so sorry this took so long for me to post!

All Carl ever does is think about Molly Milkovich. When he wakes up, she’s the first thing on his mind. When he goes to sleep, she’s the last thing on his mind as well. Throughout the day he daydreams about what it’d be like if they were together— in all honesty, she is all he wants. He thinks she’s the most perfect girl in the Southside.

After a couple weeks of trying to deal with his secret crush on Molly on his own, he realizes he needs some advice. Being that Molly truly is a guy who was forced into being a girl from her meth head mother, he figures it’d be smart to ask either Ian or Mickey. He waits until he can find them alone, because he does not want Fiona, Lip, or Debbie getting involved— they’d embarrass the shit out of him.

One morning as he walks down the stairs he hears the boy’s talking. “Mickey, stop worrying so much. I don’t do anything with those pervs at the club, I save it all for you,” Carl can hear the smirk in Ian’s voice. He knows the two of them are alone because Mickey would never be involved in a conversation like this with people around to hear it.

“How do I know that’s fucking true or not, huh?” Mickey shoots back.

Ian snorts. “You threaten ever guy who even comes near me. You’re with me every second of me working there,” he steps closer to the Milkovich. “You don’t have anything to worry about.”

“Fine,” Carl hears Mickey say. It’s beneficial that their relationship has been through so much shit because they know how to deal with some fucked up situations, which is the type of advice Carl needs.

When he hears silence, he makes his way farther down the stairs. The two boys are grinding up against each other with their lips tightly connected. “Yo!” Carl yells out to make them separate

“The fuck, Gallagher?” Mickey throws a paper towel roll at the younger Gallagher boy.

Carl snorts. His face then becomes very serious and focused. “I need help.”

Ian tenses and his face immediately becomes worried. Mickey’s face settles with an extremely protective expression. “With?” Ian raises his eyebrows.

“Ummm,” he pauses. “I need advice with girl stuff.” When the words come out of Carl’s mouth, a smirk plastered onto his older brothers face.

Mickey laughs. “You do know we’re fags, right?” Ian chuckles at his boyfriend’s choice of words.

“That’s the thing,” he prepares himself to speak. “I like Molly.” He looks down in embarrassment. The only time he’s ever needed help with something that involves a girl was when he was looking for a condom.

“Molly has a dick,” Mickey states the obvious. They’ve known this since they took her in a few years ago.

Carl rolls his eyes. “I fucking know she has a dick. That’s why I’m asking for your advice.” He shrugs.

“Do you care?” Ian asks.

“Care about what?” Carl shakes his head.

“That she has a fucking dick!” Ian laughs. He’s making light of the situation because he sees how stressed out his younger brother is.

Carl shakes his head once again. “I don’t think so. I’ve liked guys before, but I just never did anything about it,” he informs them. “I really like her,” he holds back a grin.

“Then go for it,” Ian pats him on the back. “Ask her out.” He says as if there is no obstacles to holding a relationship with the youngest Milkovich.

“Ian–” Carl says frustratedly. “Did you care that you were gay? Or did you just accept it?”

Mickey snorts at the question. Ian gives his boyfriend a glare that tells him to shut up. “No, I didn’t care,” he states matter of factory.

“I fuckin’ cared,” Mickey tells him. “I did everything I could to get away from Ian, and to try to get him to hate me. Nothing fucking worked. He’s a persistent motherfucker,” he chuckled at himself. “Plus, everyone around her thinks Molly’s a girl– other than us– so you don’t have much to worry about.”

Ian smiles at Mickey. He then turns back to Carl. “You know this doesn’t make you specifically gay, right?”

“What do you mean?” Carl head is filled with confusion.

“Well you said you’ve liked  guys and girls,” he says in a questionative tone to make sure he’s understanding everything correctly. Carl nods. “Then you’re bisexual– I think. Wait, maybe pansexual— nevermind I don’t even remember what that means. I’m still tryna get all this stuff down,” he raises his eyebrows.

Carl thinks about it and nods. “Ya know what, it doesn’t fucking matter what it’s called. Anyway it’s not like unheard of to like girls and guys?”

“No, bud,” Ian ruffles Carl’s hair. “Just make sure you really do like Molly because if you hurt her Mickey and I will have to come after you,” he jokes.

Carl nods. “I do really like her. She means alot to me, I promise.” A smile creeps onto his face. Finally he feels like everything’s going to work out.

Suddenly Molly comes trudging down the stairs. “Mornin’,” she says groggily. It’s clear she has just woken up, but Carl still thinks she’s the most beautiful human being alive.

The younger Gallagher boy decides that if his doesn’t take the chance now, he might never have to guts to do it. “Molly,” he says seriously to mask his nervousness. “Will you go on a date with me?”

A huge smile fell on Molly’s face. “Hell yes!” She wrapped her arms around him. “Took you long enough to ask,” she snorted.

“Holy shit,” Ian gasped.

“Wish it would’ve been that fucking easy for us,” Mickey snickers before taking a sip of his coffee. Those too boy’s had a long and tough road to get to where they are now, but they wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Boyf Riends CisSwap: Tony Hawk Say's Drink Mountain Dew

Jeremy jumped back, startled by the voice accidentally taking both Michael and the Mountain Dew sign with him.
“Ow.” Rich laughed as Jake helped the two up.
“Ha, you should have seen your faces!” He did an admittedly spot on impression of Jeremy’s terrified face.
“We saw you duck behind the sign and figured we say hey. Given we didn’t think you’d take down Tony Hawk.”
“Can you believe he’s getting his own Mountain Dew brand?”
“Now you too can taste the feelings of disappointment and washed up-ness. But seriously it’s Saturday at Wal-Mart, why are you here?”
“We could ask you the same.” Jake lifted up the box he was holding revealing it to be a package of condoms. Jeremy could guess what the bottle Rich held was.
“You too?”
“Not exactly…”
“You!” Turning the group saw a familiar looking and very angry Wal-Mart employee.
“Jenna, you work here?”
“I don’t just work here,” she gestured to her Manager badge. “And I’m going to have to ask you pay for the display.” Rich dropped the bottle he was holding, running towards the exit with Jake following close behind. She turned to Michael and Jeremy with an annoyed look. Now they had pads and a slightly crushed fifty dollar Tony Hawk standee in the back of Michael’s P.T. Cruiser.
“Jer, it’s starting to creep me out.”
“I know man.”
“I don’t think I can drive with that thing staring at me.”
“We’re not throwing away the thing we just spent fifty bucks on.”
“I seriously think it moved a little.”

Random Shit about Sherlock Filming Locations in Cardiff


- 28 the Parade - what we affectionately called the Sad Gay Batman roof

- Mount Stuart Square – plot twist the boys had their “walking into the twilight together” moment at Mount Stuart Square.  The tree in the background has blossomed, much like their love.


- National Museum Cardiff – you literally walk in and are instantly assaulted by emotions because the staircases are the first things you see.  Also the gift shops are filled with lots of bees.

- Ba Orient – it’s located in a pretty prominent area in Mermaid Quay, so every time we walked past it, we made snide comments about asshole Sebastian trying to having his dinner and Sherlock and his boyfriend John busting in and being all yo son your co-worker DED.  Also it is definitely not actually a sushi restaurant named Ba Orient.

- Roland Kerr College/Cardiff School of Chemistry – this is just really fucked up because it looks almost nothing like what you see in the show.  The two separate buildings?  Those don’t exist.  That shit is all one giant circular building, my friend.  Visual effects are crazy.


- Heddlu De Cymru – aka Roath Police Station. Obviously we couldn’t go inside where they filmed to see the exact location, but we were outside it and it didn’t really look at all like a police station.  The outside of the building is actually rather creepy.  Also right as we were about to get here, we walked past a London taxi cab (which looks completely different from a Cardiff taxi cab) and it was suspicious as hell.

- Tredegar House – we actually made a day trip out here at the end of the week that they used it for base and it’s super precious.  The last owner was a hilarious gay man who reminded us of Mark and there is a dalek in the stables since they’ve used it for Doctor Who.

- Cardiff City Hall – we couldn’t go in because there was a wedding happening at the time.  We mentioned that we should have brought cufflinks for the occasion.

- School of Optometry and Vision Sciences – there was nothing to see there but we kept trying.


- Corner of Bute St and James St – first of all, Bute Street takes up half of Cardiff.  Seriously, it is the longest street in the whole damn city and ends with, surprise surprise, Bute Park.  Secondly, there is a salon in the corner as Lestrade is walking called the Guy Christian Salon.  There are a lot of these in Cardiff and this is the first one I saw.  The first time I saw it, we were on a bus and I had just gotten there, unexpectedly arriving after an awful four hour bus ride next to an asshole and I was exhausted, irritable, and not fully with it.  I saw Guy Christian and was 100% sure it said Gay Christian.  From that day forward, all Guy Christian Salons were Gay Christian Salons.  Also, this exact spot on the corner is about a street away from Mount Stuart and if you cross the street and keep walking about 400 odd feet, boom you’re at the drug den entrance.

- National Assembly – it’s open to the public and is designed to be a meeting place (hahaha good one, to quote hotsmug) and there are exhibitions and a café.  It’s actually really aesthetically pleasing from the outside, no lie, and it looks right out over the water in Mermaid Quay.

- The Packet Hotel Public House – it may look cute, but they don’t serve food.  Luckily it’s right down by Mermaid Quay and there are 8000 restaurants down there but SERIOUSLY WHAT KIND OF PUB DOESN’T HAVE FOOD.


- 111-112 Bute St – okay so the cool thing about the drug den is that is actually looks like it could really be a drug den.  Like you walk up to it and it does for the most part look like that and we’re pretty sure it’s just empty buildings next to it and it’s creepy as hell.  It doesn’t go in nearly as far as it looks and it’s in a really nice area so it’s kind of random but cool whatever you do you drug den. Also on one of the days we were in Cardiff Doctor Who was randomly filming there too because why the hell not.

- Cardiff University Main Building – aka the hallway of EMOTIONS.  Fittingly this is the science building so you’re literally surrounded by science classrooms as you’re being assaulted on all sides by angst and sorrow.  As you walk up and down, gently caressing the walls and trying to hold in your tears, try and keep your weeping to a minimum because this is actually a school and there are people trying to, you know, study, but this also means that you’re not likely to get kicked out, which is cool.  They filmed on both corridors, but the one on the left as you walk in the more familiar of the two.

- 10 Wordsworth Avenue – John and Mary’s flat is hella adorable, no lie.  It’s literally in the middle of nowhere though so they’d both be bored out of their fucking skulls in a minute.  It was also really weird just standing on the street staring at someone’s house, which is why we didn’t take pictures of it.

- Kapu – sadly not actually a gay bar, but apparently it is tropical themed.  There is a gay bar right down the road named, fittingly enough, Mary’s.

- Kitty Flynn’s – it’s super precious and sells specialty beers and nibbles.  We basically sat down, had emotions, and left.  It’s about two doors down from Kapu.

- Cardiff Crown Court – appropriately enough, the law courts are actually located here.  If they actually put a coffee kiosk here, it would probably do some bomb ass business between the students and the police force, actually.  Right across the street there’s a nice little park (Cathays Park) where we decided John and Sherlock should get married because it is super adorable and has a precious little gazebo.


- Charles Street – the Christmas lights are definitely up all the time (they were up while we were visiting in early August and there was no filming happening at all).  Also this is the gay district in Cardiff which is seriously excellent.  Hotsmug and I visited a gay bar on drag night on the next street over one of our nights visiting.

- New Theatre – we walked past it.  A lot.  There really doesn’t seem to be anything all that fantastically special about it, honestly.

- Cardiff University Students’ Union – this place is the most hospital looking place to ever hospital.  Seriously who the fuck designed this place, what the ever living hell is wrong with them.  That shit is eerie.  Also we rushed through it because we were pretty sure we were going to get kicked out. I mean, it was also really cool looking…in a hospital kind of way.  It just really creeped me out okay despite the fact that it had a Starbucks.

- Mint and Mustard – actually looks like a really cute place.  We got off the bus for a day at the beach and it was just right there. We may have no idea what happened there, but the place looks adorable and the food is actually pretty high class (nice one John).

- Portland House – right across the street from the drug den and on the opposite side of it is Mount Stuart Square.  It’s not as nice and fancy looking outside as the pictures make it out to be.  It actually looks rather shit when you’re walking past it.

- St David’s Hotel – it’s the first five star hotel in Cardiff (thanks, boat tour) and it’s basically jutting out into the water.  There’s…really not much else to say because we’re frankly too poor to be able to tell you more.

- Mount Stuart Square – the pic that Arwel took of the clock to troll us while they were filming at Mount Stuart is actually part of construction that seems to be there all the time – hotsmug took pretty much the exact same pic.  Also, that vid of Ben pretending to shoot the seagulls?  He did that because they are always around. Making noise.  Being a nuisance.  Because seagulls are rats with wings.  They are evil assholes.  I hate seagulls and they are particularly awful in the Mount Stuart area.  And appropriately enough, there is a very nice wine bar and book shop across from the church at Mount Stuart where we found the book Swimming with Sharks.  SYMBOLISM.

- Cardiff Bay Barrage – it’s actually in Penarth and there’s a random ass restaurant thing right after you get off the bridge.  The whole thing is pretty cool, like a manmade canal type deal that opens the bay to the greater part of the ocean, but apparently there was some controversy over it when it was initially built.  Regardless it took us about a half an hour to walk there because there are no direct bus routes from the Quay there and there was a food festival happening so our bus stopped earlier than it should have so that was an extra fun adventure.  

Well, hopefully you enjoyed this little journey into the Sherlock filming places around Cardiff.  All of the kudos to @hotsmugstache for a good portion of these pics and her and the flatmate for helping me create this post! Obviously this isn’t all of the locations, but it was the ones we had the chance to visit and explore.  Enjoy!

mind games

a/n: tHIS LITERALLY TOOK ME FOREVER IM SO SORRY (this also sort of veered off the prompt but ive rewritten this too many times)

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AU PROMPT #11: “We’re both psychology majors, and it’s great and all that we know everything about the topic, but it would be awesome if you could stop diagnosing me with being a dick - it’s unnecessary and definitely not a legitimate condition.”

genre: fluff

word count: 2180

 jimin x reader

Originally posted by holdmettightbts

      TO SAY PARK JIMIN WAS YOUR GREATEST RIVAL WOULD BE AN UNDERSTATEMENT. Every time his name was spoken, it would ignite some kind of fire in your heart and you blood would boil. Not only was he infuriatingly giving you a run for your money as the top student in the psychology department, he was also gorgeous. And boy, did he know it. 

Midterms were coming up and you were basically two pages away from reaching insanity. You were running on two hours of sleep and a shit ton of coffee, nose buried in your psych textbook. You could hear Jimin’s (glorious) laughter through your earbuds and you felt your eye twitch. 

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After the Change by mific
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse, Fanart, Digital Art, Alternate Universe - Fusion, Fanfiction, Survival.
Summary: “Seriously, Sheppard, these old cities give me the creeps. Let’s get the hell out of here.” (a fusion with S. M. Stirling’s Emberverse)

I feel like I should make a tag for “inappropriate old guys at contra”

Tonight it was someone who asked me about dating while we were dancing, and then told me that Boyfriend was a “strange choice.”  What the hell makes him think that’s an ok thing to say?  Especially in the tone he used.

At least it confirmed one thing: this is the third or fourth time that a guy who has made me nebulously uncomfortable has turned out to be an asshole or a creep.  I’m feeling a lot better about trusting my instincts on this!

(There’s a good chance that his comment is related to Boyfriend wearing skirts to contra, in which case joke’s on him: I made the skirt Boyfriend was wearing tonight, he’s the straight one in the relationship, and I am a MUCH stranger choice to date).

Midnight Snacks- Bucky Barnes X Reader

Prompt: You can’t sleep and get up to have a midnight snack, Bucky also happens to want a midnight snack and ends up scaring the crap out of you on his way to get his desired snack.

Word Count: 1226

Warnings: None (:

You were laying flat on your back, your eyes tracing shapes along the ceiling, blankets strewn all over the floor and bed. The night outside was cold and bustling with the sounds of New York life. Bucky’s breathing was even and soft in the space next to you, your breaths intertwined with the minutes that ticked away on your bedside clock. You continued to stare at the ceiling, your mind meandering through scenarios and thoughts about the future. Not ten minutes later, your stomach let out a menacing growl, and you noticed your were suddenly ravenous. You rolled out of bed, your body heavy with fatigue; and despite the fact you had been lying awake, sleep was unable to tame your overactive mind. You trudged down the stairs and into the dark kitchen, switching on the lights, your eyes blinking in the sudden brightness. You padded over to the fridge, searching for a suitable snack. There were a plethora of items in the fridge, some cold pizza from dinner a few nights ago, fruit, leftover pasta, some meatballs, and chicken. You sighed, nothing in the fridge seeming to grab your attention. You then moved to the cabinets, peeking over the crackers and cans of soup until you found what you were looking for. You pulled a packet of hot chocolate mix from the box and filled a mug with milk, microwaved it, mixed in the packet and topped it with marshmallows and whipped cream. After the hot chocolate was done, you grabbed a few cookies from a tub on the counter. You smiled at your culinary creation, and padded over to the living room. As you turned around to come out of the kitchen you noticed a dark figure standing just outside the pool of light coming fromt the kitchen, near the base of the stairs. Your heart leapt into your throat and your breathing halted.You screamed and launched the mug of steaming liquid in the general direction of the dark figure and let the plate of cookies clatter to the ground.

“Holy shit that is hot, goddamit,” The figure hissed, hopping around, trying to avoid the scalding liquid and broken glass on the floor.

“Bucky?” you asked, switching on the lights and seeing your boyfriend jumping from foot to foot, his gray sweats splattered with hot chocolate.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he assured, stepping over the shards of the broken mug on the floor.

“What the hell were you doing creeping around in the dark, I almost just died of a heart attack,” you scolded. Bucky shrugged and skirted around the mess, slipping into the kitchen to find a broom and dustpan. You followed him, your heart still thundering against your ribs.

“But seriously, you really should make more noise while you creep around in the shadows at two A.M.,” You pointed out.

“Sorry doll, I guess my master assassin skills just kicked in, it’s not my fault I’m incredibly good at creeping around,” he smiled, putting finger quotes around the word creeping. You sighed and went back into the living room to sweep up the glass and mop up the sticky hot chocolate.

“What were you doing coming down here anyway?” You asked, bending down the pick up some glass.

“I woke up hungry and noticed that you were missing, so I came downstairs and saw the kitchen lights on right as you turned around and tossed a vat of flaming hot liquid at me,” he explained, wiping up a puddle of hot chocolate off the floor. You smiled at his account of the story and dumped your dustpan into the trashcan. After the mess was cleaned up you went back into the kitchen to re-make your midnight snack. You were pulling a mug out of the cabinet when Bucky came up behind you, snaking his arms snugly around your waist, lifting you up off the ground slightly.

“Here doll, let me, after all, I did ruin your last one,” Bucky offered, setting you aside to reach up and grab a second mug from cabinet. As he reached up his shirt rose, the skin exposed just above his hip catching your attention, you smiled and drifted your finger around the exposed skin. Bucky let out a giggle and almost dropped the mug, you smiled slyly and grabbed the milk from the fridge, filling each cup as Bucky retrieved the packets of mix from the pantry. As Bucky watched your mugs spin in circles in the mircowave, you fetched the toppings for your hot chocolate. You pulled each mug from the mircrowave, dropping exactly six marshmallows in each cup, next you swirled a healthy dose of whipped cream on each and drizzled chocolate syrup on both as a finish. Bucky took his and yours, heading toward the couch, you grabbed a few cookies on your way out of the kitchen. You nestled yourself next to Bucky, pulling a blanket over yourself. You began sipping your hot chocolate as Bucky switched on the TV. You looked over at him to find hip licking whipped cream off his lip, smiling lightly as he struggled to get it all. You smiled back and offered him a cookie, but snatched it back and took a huge bite out of it just as he reached for it. His mouth dropped open in surprise as you smiled deviously and munched on the cookie.

“Well that was rude,” Bucky exclaimed, turning away from you, giving his attention back to the TV.

“Well so was sneaking up on me and making me drop my midnight snack and go into cardiac arrest,” you argued, taking another sip of your hot drink.

“Pfft, you did not drop it, you threw it at me,” Bucky pointed out, snatching a cookie from your plate and smiling at you through a full mouth.

“Whatever,” you huffed, leaning your head on Bucky’s shoulder as the TV played monotonously in the backgroud. After another half hour your cups were empty and your stomachs were full and heavy. You inhaled, snuggling closer to Bucky as he pulled the blanket tighter to your bodies.

“You ok doll?” he asked as you sighed.

“Yeah, fine, just tired is all,” you admitted.

“Then go to sleep, I’ll still be here when you wake up,” he promised.

“Well I know that, silly,” You scoffed, tracing shapes into his arm that was snugly wrapped around your midsection.

“Then why are you so restless?” he prodded, running his cool metallic fingers through your already tousled hair.

“I don’t know, I’ve just learned to take it as it comes, some days are better than others, but usually my restlessness isn’t something a little midnight snack can fix,” You yawned, sleep just out of reach for your tired body.
“Well I guess I ruined that,” Bucky trailed off.

“Yeah you did,” You joked. Bucky chuckled and went back to running his fingers through your hair.

“Just close your eyes and relax,” Bucky advised.

“You don’t think I’ve tried that?” you sighed.

“Just do it,” Bucky pushed. You followed his directions, focusing on his shallow breathing and the rhythmic motion of this hands in your hair.

“See doll, isn’t that better,” Bucky cooed, but his words were lost on you. You were already fast asleep, small snores leaving your slightly parted lips. Bucky stared, his attention caught on you and only you. He smiled, glad he had come down to join you for your midnight snack tonight.

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SPN 11x12: Don’t Forget About Me

  • This re-cap is killing me. Seriously. All the feels jammed into the first twenty seconds. RUDE
  • ..A weasel on a woodpeeker? the fuck?
  • Cas and radio silence. It’s wigging me out too Sam
  • Claire calling Dean… my heart
  • “Winchesters?….I didn’t put up the bat signal” THE BAT SIGNAL
  • Jesus… they’re eating like they’ve never had food before ever… oh my boys…
  • I love how Claire wants to talk about hunts all casual at the dinner table
  • Alex trying to sneak some wine xD
  • The brothers instantly awkward with talk of sex lmao
  • I’m still giggling about this scene tbh. I’ll probably be laughing all week
  • “Oh we’re going there.” “Oh Crap”
  • Dean kinda looks proud that Claire was using the sword he gave her for her bday
  • Claire hiding in hunting because she doesn’t have anything else DEAN DOESN’T THAT SOUND FAMILIAR?!
  • Sam having this heart to heart with Claire is so wonderful
  • Claire looks so much like Dean it’s giving me feels
  • “Oh I’m not even near finish” DAD DEAN ALERT
  • This janitor looks stoned out of his mind….Oh he was drunk… okay…
  • I love that they’re showing how Alex and Claire are still seriously dealing with all the shit they went through. Thank you Nancy for not letting it just get brushed under the rug
  • This boyfriend is giving me the creeps
  • “I have a Fed Suit and I can be your new trainee” CLAIRE YOU PRECIOUS CUPCAKE
  • “UH-HUH” Jody Mom Voice alert
  • Claire wasn’t going crazy, but she’s got hunting in her blood now
  • This vamp janitor is freaking me out now
  • Oh fucking hell, this was one of the guys Alex lured for those other vampires
  • dude she was just a kid, they were using her…
  • Okay, this fucker needs to go, and so do the asshole boyfriend
  • “You’re gonna burn in hell you sociopath.” THAT’S MY GIRL
  • Whoa… Dean what an entrance…
  • Dean just causally handing Claire a machete
  • OH MAN
  • “That’s what scary about family. It give you so much to loose” I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING
  • “I SOLEMNLY SWEAR NOT TO HUNT LIKE A DUMBASS.” Claire i love you, you’re so damn cute
  • I never get tired of hearing Dean start up his Baby
Dance With Devils is everything I’ve always wanted in a dark reverse harem and more!
  • main heroine with a SPINE
  • vampires AND demons
  • Yanderes
  • Protective Yanderes
  • Possessive Yanderes
  • Obsessive Yanderes
  • Basically mild otome fangirl fantasy type of Yanderes that aren’t CRINGEWORTHINGLY ABUSIVE (just enough to fulfill the dark abyss of desires in my kokoro
  • cool senpai
  • male tsunderereres that aren’t stupid
  • cassanova bishie
  • macho bishie (we need more of these)
  • the looking creepy looking dude that DOESN’T creep you the hell out too much.
  • NO SHOTAS (this kinda trope doesn’t cut it for me. I mean seriously if the kid looks 12 that’s just realy weird)
  • little bit of siscon/brocon to add flavor

There’s still probably more great points to come but this show needs some recognition ASAP.


  • -fantastic song numbers EVERY SINGLE EPISODE

Ok but can you imagine what that conversation must have been like?

“Dean, I don’t know what to get her. What do kids like these days?”
“Seriously dude? Why are you asking me? She doesn’t even like me.”
“Oh look, it’s Tardar Sauce!”
“It’s… what? What the hell, Cas?”
“Tardar Sauce. Her name. She’s not actually grumpy, she only looks like that because-”
“I really don’t care. It’s… cute. Get it. Let’s get out of here, this place is giving me the creeps.”

Castiel & Dean Winchester | Supernatural 10.20 - Angel Heart


Tweek: He’s still around. This guy creeps me out so I tend to avoid him. I know  Kyle hangs out with him from time to time because they’re both into politics. I think?

Tweek: Man I barely can manage eye contact with my close friends, how the hell do you expect me to know everyone’s eye color. 

Tweek:…Craig probably

Tweek: You guys seriously need to stop with that. He’s just my best friend. It just…Upsets me when Kenny doesn’t respect other people’s physical boundaries. 

One hell of a night || Jack Gilinsky Imagine ||

     “You almost ready babe?” My amazing boyfriend Jack Gilinsky of 2 years asked “Ya give me like 5 minutes” I yelled back. Tonight we were going out to a party like we do most weekends, but tonight it was going to be different.

     I was wearing a black crop top and skirt that hugged my hips and I have to say made my ass look amazing and went down about mid thigh. I curled my hair in bombshell curls, and I put on my makeup and did a purple smokey eye that complemented my eyes. I grabbed my huge gold hoop earrings and my gold chain and some rings, then I slipped on my black stilettos I looked at myself in the mirror and for the first time I could really say “Damn I look hot”.

     I walked down to the living room Jack was staring at his phone “How do I look baby?” I said as innocently as I could, he turned around and the look on his face was priceless “You Uh look…Amazing” I was so happy to make Jack all flustered like he was it made me feel so good about myself. “Come on lets go” I said holding out my hand, he got up of the couch and grabbed my hand and led me to the front door.

     I got my keys to my new car that was my baby, a white Mercedes Benz “Your driving?” jack asked “Yes pretty boy” I said giving him a kiss, I walked out of the house and jumped into my car “God damn I love this car” he said sitting in the passengers seat “Me to” I said turning on the car and backing out of the driveway “We have to pick up Sam and Nate.”  He said putting his hand on my thigh, making my breath hitch,  Jack asked me innocently “Im fine thank you for asking.” I said pushing his hand away from me.

     When we got to Sam and Nates house Jack put his hand on my thigh again but this time he slid it under my skirt “Jack! Sam and Nate will be here any second stupid!” I warned slapping his hand away “Trust me (Y/N) I know.” He whispered in my ear sending chills down my spine. Then Nate stepped out of his house followed by Sam, “Well damn (Y/N) nice whip!” Nate said looking at my car “Thank you Nate” I replied smiling 

     The party was like any other party, lots of drunk people grinding on each other, drinks  being passed around and horny boys hooking up with horny girls. “I’m ready to leave.“ I told Jack he nodded in agreement, even though Jack liked parties him and I had about the same tolerance level for parties so when I wanted to leave he was always down.

     Jack grabbed my hand and led me through the maze of people grabbing Sam and Nate on the way out. Sam was trashed and could barely walk and Nate had 5 girls shoving their tongues down his thought "Nate get rid of your bitches, there not coming in my car.” I yelled over the music, he nodded in response and pushed their drunk bodies off of him.

     Once we had made it to the car it was a short ride to Sam and Nates  house where Nate had to pull Sam out of the car. Once they had safely entered their home Jacks hand went up my skirt “Seriously Jack?” I complained “You know you want me.” He tisked I continued driving home trying to ignore Jacks hand creeping up my thigh dangerously high.

      I pulled into our driveway and ran out of my car into my house, Jack hot on my heels “Where you goin baby?” He asked pinning me to the wall both my hands above my head “Jack” I whined, he started kissing down my neck and started sucking on my skin leaving hickes “Jack” I moaned then all the sudden he walked away.

     “What the hell Gilinsky!" I yelled following him into our bedroom "If you weren’t such a fucking tease I wouldn’t have to do that to you (Y/N).” He said talking off his shirt and jumping into our bed “You bitch.” I said walking into the bathroom to take off my makeup “I LOVE YOU” Jack yelled laughing, I couldn’t help but laugh “Love you to pretty boy.“ I said.  

Cersei and Jaime are truly interesting in terms of gender representation because both are kinda subversing, especiallly in a society with VERY rigid gender roles.

Just by the fact that the think the other’s body as their own, they are, how could I say it – very androgynous inside. They almost consider themselves as both man and woman, in some way. “If I was a man I would be Jaime”, “If I was a woman I’d be Cersei”.

Between twins of both genders you traditionally (and wrongly, yo cliché) expect the guy to have the strongest personality, and it’s Jaime who was expected to take on Tywin’s role, but he’s the one who does not want it – However Cersei does, and she’s limited because she was not assigned the right gender at birth. While I’m not saying that Jaime doesn’t have a strong personality, he is the one who is truly dedicated to Cersei. She loves him as much as he loves her, but we all know that there is a power inbalance between them, at least since Cersei got him to join the Kingsguard for her. And as we know, she’s harsher than him, although that’s very related to her past and to mysogyny. She has to survive.

Cersei takes after Tywin also personality wise, or at least she strives to, but Jaime has more of Joanna in him (I suppose at least).

And Cersei, well she’s the most subversive of them, taking positions of powers and striving to be a man in a man’s world. She’s limited by a gender she is perceived as but does not really identify with (partly because she’s been taught than being a woman is bad, but the fact she has not learnt to differentiate herself from Jaime has a lot to do with it too. And I think Jaime has a strong feminine side in him, due to the same thing.).

And well, compared to most men Jaime is very aware of his male privilege ? He’s known his sister all his life, he’s seen how differently she’s been treated despite being the same person as him, and most of all he’s witnessed spousal abuse. So idk but he is very aware of how women are treated and of how wrong it is and it shows a lot in the way he treats Brienne ?? He’s a shit to her at first obvs haha but he really respects her (ok it’s more than respect at this point). 

It does have its limits, though, since he won’t be able to accept that Cersei has slept with other men than him ; I don’t think that in his perspective, her relationship to sex is a purely mecanical and instrumental one, since his vision of faithfulness, is well. No other sexual partners. Because he never had to separate sex from feelings or never had been sexually abused. Also I’m still seriously creeped out by that bloody altar sex scene, not because it’s weird as hell, but because uuuugh CONSENT MAN it’s stated very clearly that she says no several times and he ignores her. :| but that’s for another day in another meta, wtf man



Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four

“Hey hun-” Dylan yells from his room.

“Hun? You are you callin’ hun?” you smirk.

“Oh my god,” you hear him say to himself. Then you hear him walking to find you. And what you find on his face is a look of sheer horror.

“Okay, okay. I totally did not mean to call you that. Like it just slipped. I didn’t mean to, I don’t know why. I was thinking about Britt, and I would call her hun, and then I called for you and…and…”

“Dyl calm down,” you laugh, “I get it. It happens. Don’t worry.”

“I’m really sorry, I really didn’t mean to-” he continues.

“Dylan,” you scold, “knock it off. I’m serious. It’s not a big deal.”

He takes a deep breath, trying to settle his guilt. 

“Now, what were you going to ask me?” 

“Um… I was going to ask you about our plans for this thing… Like, what am I? Your escort? Or your chaperone? Ohh! Or your wingman? Okay, but seriously, why do you need, or even want, me to go to this thing?”

“Dylan, Dylan, Dylan,” you shake your head, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You simply do not understand. See, as a best friend, it is your duty to go with me to events like this to protect me. So basically, you’re all three of those things for me tonight. I need a date. I need someone to make sure that if some creep tries something on me you get me out safely. Or if there’s someone I don’t like, you get me the hell away from them. And, you know, I mean, you’re always my wing man.”

“Oh great,” he rolls his eyes, “I never signed up to be your best friend. Therefore, these rules should not apply.”

“Oh shut up. You know I’d do it for you. Wait, I have done it for you. So ha. Now go fix that tie, I don’t need to look like I associate with pigs like you.”

“I thought you were the pig?” he asks while walking to a mirror. 

“I think we both very well know who the real pig is. The title belongs to you. You leave the toilet seat up, you leave crumbs everywhere when you eat, and honestly when was the last time you did your laundry? Or truly saw your floor?”

“Okay, okay, no need to point fingers here. Didn’t you say we’re all friends?”

“Yeah only if you sign the agreement.”

“Oh we have friendship contracts now?” he mocks.

“I mean, sometimes it’s just needed. I can’t have you calling me honey all the time now can I?”

“I told you it was an accident!”

You give a big, goofy, devious smile. 

“I know,” you add with a wink.

“You look hot Y/N!” Your best friend, Beth, says. You blush, your face getting redder due to your lack of make up. You grin down at your white dress that clings to your body comfortably. It enhances the features that you have, whilst covering you up to a certain extent. Your small tan looks amazing against the pale colour too, which is a another benefit of wearing white. You wear small white heels, not daring to walk around in towering heels incase you look like a giant. Locks of brown hair fall against your neck, shimmering due to the upgrade you made of shampoo.
“Thanks Beth, you look amazing too”, you say, complimenting your blonde friend wearing a short green dress. She did look amazing, and you envied that. But you felt more confident after having a few drinks before the party.
“Looking forward to seeing Luke?” She asked. Your heart stops as you think of him, the stranger. You hadn’t seen him in months, and felt very excited about seeing him tonight.
“Words cannot express my excitement”, you say excitedly. Beth beams at you, happy that you’re happy, before she drags you outside to the taxi.
You knock on the door loudly, the drink giving you courage. “Luke’s in there”, she grins. You look at her and giggle, you’ve never been so excited in your life. You jump up and down, before Michael opens the door. “Guys!” He says enthusiastically.
You hadn’t seen Michael in months either, so as soon as you saw his wonderful face, you hugged him tightly.
“I’ve missed you so much Michael!” You yell as the loud music drowns out your speech.
“Y/N! You have no idea how much we have needed you. I’m so glad to see you”, he whispers loudly enough for you to hear. You squeeze him tighter, pulling away with a large grin on your face.
You impatiently wait for Beth to say hello to Michael, before beginning your search for Luke.
After ten minutes of looking around the house, you decided to get a drink to refill your energy. You take a some vodka and pour it half way into a plastic cup, filling it to the brim with lemonade. You mix the substance with a straw, before taking a large gulp. You’re face shrivels up due to the taste of the vodka, you hate this stuff but you wanted to let loose. With exams out of the way, you were ready to party. As you turn around, you see a big blonde quiff towering above other guests. The height of the person tells you that it’s Luke, and you place your drink down before searching through the crowd.
Suddenly, your eyes lock with his, and you sprint over to him, jumping onto his slim frame. Luckily, he catches you, squeezing you tightly. “I’ve missed you so much Y/N”, he murmurs into your ear.
“I’ve missed you too Luke”, you whisper back, trying to hold back tears. He pulls away from you, his smile covering at least half of his face. It’s strange, something feels different. It’s a familiar feeling, almost like a crush?
You used to fancy Luke, but it was only subtle. Eventually, your crush faded - at least that’s what you thought. But seeing him, is strange. You feel very strong feelings for him and it scares you a little. You can tell that if this carries on, it’s going to be painful. You don’t realise that you are still staring into those blue eyes of his. It’s almost as if you’re going to kiss… which is ridiculous. You bury your face into your chest, your sober self reminding you that he is your best friend and only that.
“How have you been?” He asks, he takes your hand in his and leads you down to a sofa.
“Good! I wanna know about touring!” You enthuse, his eyes glimmer at the sound of the ‘Take Me Home’ tour.
“Well…” he starts. He suddenly begins a very funny summary about his touring days. And as he finishes, a friend of yours shouts over to both of you.
“Hey guys! Wanna play spin the bottle?” She yells over the loud thumping of the music. You are about to decline her request, when Luke stops you.
“Sure”, he shouts. You raise an eyebrow at him, shocked at his outburst.
“Lucas Hemmings. Since when were you so confident?” You ask.
“Since touring”. You frown slightly at the thought of him with girls, doing 'stuff’. Why do you feel like this? He is only a friend! You must remind yourself of that.
Thankfully, he doesn’t notice your sudden change in attitude. “But I’ll only play if you do”, he says.
“I’m not sure Luke”, you trail off. You aren’t very confident with boys, you had one previous boyfriend and that didn’t end well - Luke knew that.
“Come on Y/N. You could kiss some good looking guys”, he says quietly as he rubs the back of his neck.
'Like you!’ You scream to yourself before scolding at the thought. You decide to blame it on the large alcohol consumption.
“Okay”, you say. You take a seat on the floor with a small group of people, eyeing them speculatively. You see Beth, Michael, Luke, Madge, Jenna and a few other boys that you have never met. As you begin rating them Madge grabs an empty vodka bottle and places it on the floor.
“So are we all familiar with the rules? If the bottle lands on the pair of you, you kiss”. You lock eyes with Luke, “Simple. There will be no girl-girl or boy-boy pairings either. Let’s get started”, Madge chimes. She spins the bottle, and it faces Michael.
After she kisses him, Jenna kisses one of the strangers. Then it lands on you. You begin to hope that it lands on Luke, praying to God that the bottle will face him. But, to your dismay, it doesn’t. It lands on one of the strangers, and he looks weird. Stubble grows on his prominent jaw bone, surrounding a not-so-white smile. His eyes are surrounded by dark bags, making him look a little stoned. You gulp violently, looking at the greasy haired boy opposite you. You quickly glance at Luke, who is staring at his hands.
You crawl over to this boy, giving him a quick peck on the lips. But he brings his hand to your face and holds you close to him. You open your eyes, before awkwardly tearing your lips away from his. Urgh. He tastes disgusting, and the fact that he tried to stick his tongue down your throat didn’t raise your opinion of him. Is it rude to wipe your lips? Yes. But you do it anyway.
Then Luke grabs the bottle and spins it. The lid faces Jenna and you gasp in horror. You really did not want this to happen, you knew that she was Luke’s type. Also, Jenna was your worst enemy - so this was the worst possible outcome for you. Beth sends you a re-assuring look, obviously noticing your crush on him. Your not surprised though, Beth can read you like a book.
Your heartbeat rises as they edge closer, and when they kiss you look away. You just can’t face that…
You frown when you realise that your crush on him is returning, harder than before.
Thankfully the kiss is quick, but Jenna looks a little flustered. You grimace, before taking the bottle and spinning it. You pray that it lands on Luke…
YES! The lid is facing his beautiful face, and the best part is that he looks excited. You shuffle over to him, knees touching his. You lean in slowly, taking a deep breath before touching his lips with yours.
You know that you are meant to pull away after three seconds but you don’t. Instead, you hold his neck and pull a few hairs at the back of his head. He moves one hand around your waist and one on your leg, before pulling you up to your knees. You slowly begin to kiss him harder, becoming more passionate and heated. His hand slips to your bottom before Jenna pulls you back.
“Your times’ up”, she says, her angry tone scaring you a little. You smirk at her as she returns to her seat, drowning in jealousy. You look back at a happy Luke, before blushing.
You’re mouth begins to dry up so you decide to get a drink. Luke leaves after you, but doesn’t come near you until ten minutes after you kissed. You’re still breathing erratically whilst he strolls over awkwardly, trying to act cool when inside he is… nervous? You’re not sure, you’ve never seen him like this.
You sip on your coke, before placing it on the side. “Hi”, you grin.
“Hey”, he chuckles. He opens his mouth as if to speak again, but the greasy boy that you had the displeasure to kiss strolls over. You grimace as he sets his eyes onto you, analysing every inch of your body. You cringe at the thought of him 'checking you out’ as pushes his way towards you.
“Hi there”, he says, standing a little too close to you.
“Hi”, you murmur, looking at Luke worriedly. You can see the tension in his stunning jaw.
“What’s your name?” He whispers into your ear, blowing his weed-contaminated breath onto you. His hand moves down to your ass, squeezing it vigorously. Luke clenches his fists, stepping towards the stranger. You lunge towards Luke, holding onto his torso - partly to stop him from lashing out, and partly to get away from the creep.
“Who’s this guy?” The weirdo asks intimidatingly.
“I’m her boyfriend”, he says, tightening his grip on you. You stare at him wide eyed, placing your hand onto his chest.
“Oh really? Prove it”, he says. You scoff, how can one prove their relationship to be true? It’s impossible, surely!
Luke grabs your waist and plants another kiss on your lips, opening his mouth and entering his tongue. At first your dumb founded, confused as to what was happening. But slowly, you realised that Lucas Hemmings your best friend forever, was kissing you.
You really hope this isn’t a dream…
His hands move down to your lower back, pulling you closer. He suddenly pulls away, to your dismay, gasping for breath. You quickly inhale the hot air around you.
“There. Now get out before I call my security guards”, Luke spits. The creep walks away quickly, showing us what a true coward is.
“Bloody hell Luke”, you say.
“I know Y/N. I was expecting him to hit me, I’m surprised that he backed off”, Luke replies, laughing in surprise.
“I meant the kiss”, you say seriously. He stares at you, widening his blue eyes. He tales a second to reply, taking a long deep breath. His mouth presses into a hard line.
“Y/N I’m so sorry! I thought it would get him away so I just kissed you and-” he begins, watching his shoes. You take his flannel top in your hands and pull him towards you, interrupting him by kissing him adoringly.
This boy was always your soul mate! In fact you would often ponder over what the future held for you both and now you knew. You were kissing him, this beautiful boy. Your heartbeat increases, your stomach ties into a knot and your face turns red - but you ignore that. Once you place your hands by his neck, you step back. He grins at you, “Fuck Y/N”.
You catch his contagious smile.
“I like you”, you whisper as your forehead touches his. You breathe out slowly, calming down.
“I really like you, and I was wondering…” He trails off. You kiss him again, already longing for that electric feeling he gives you. He suddenly becomes more confident.
“If you would like to go out on a date?” He asks. You accept his invitation, hugging him with glee.

Of course, at that time it was all okay - you had never thought about the consequences of a break up. Now, you had to face that horror.

I may do a Part 2 of this if it receives a lot of notes. Honestly, I may do one anyway because it’s fun and YOLO.

Not gonna lie the Malaysian Airlines Flight 370 stuff creeps me the fUCK OUT WHAT THE HELL HOW DOES A PLANE JUST DISAPPEAR