seriously where did all you come from

SKAM S04E04 Clip 4 - The Best Of Islam

NOORA: What is this again? We’re here for my sake?
SANA: Yes, of course we’re here for your sake.
NOORA: Just to look at muslim boys and stuff.
SANA: Aren’t you tired of white boys now? I thought we had to get out, meet new types of people, see that there’s plenty of fish in the sea. You know what I mean?
NOORA: But you said muslim boys just use Norwegian girls.
SANA: It’s good that you’re converting to Islam, then.
NOORA: Don’t turn around now, okay? But are those boys looking at us?
SANA: How shouldl I see if they’re looking at us if I can’t turn around?
NOORA: Oh my God, they’re coming over!
SANA: Stay cool.
NOORA: Stay cool? I’m really fuckign cool! Hi there!
SANA: Hi!
NOORA: Hi.
BOY1: Can we sit here?
SANA AND NOORA: Yes, of course.
JONAS: It’s okay? Great!
SANA: Sit down!
NOORA: Hi! Yes, hi.
ALI: Ali.
NOORA: Noora.
ALI: Nice to meet you.
NOORA: Noora, it’s a pleasure.
SANA: Sana, it’s a pleasure.
ALI: Ali, it’s a pleasure.
JONAS: Jonas. It was sana?
SANA: Yes.

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anonymous asked:

I dare you to tell another story from the apartment

ALRIGHT BOYS GIRLS AND EVERYONE WHO THINKS THE GENDER BINARY IS FOR SQUARES IT’S STORY TIME.

Today, we’re going to talk about the time Paul’s desire for superior firepower turned into a mini arms race that ended with me setting Eric on fire with a homemade flamethrower.

No, Matt Boomer, you sexy motherfucker, I am not kidding you. Let’s begin with some details.

So when I was at the University of Iowa, several people, including myself, bought Nerf guns for impromptu battles in the hallways when we had free time. Mostly this was all good, clean fun, except for two of the guys down the hall, my roommate, and I.

We all thought, rightfully so, that factory built Nerf guns are bullshit. They’re weak, darts are too fucking light, the barrels cause too much friction, which makes them inaccurate and slow, and you have to re-cock them after each shot. That’s some fucking bullshit right there. So we fixed it.

We bought new, higher tensile springs. We bought PVC pipe and lubricant. We put BBs in the tips of our darts, and my roommate and even put in a second spring to automatically cock the gun, essentially turning them from bolt action pieces of shit into semi-automatic friendship-ruiners.

So when I moved back to Chicago, and into the apartment, I obviously brought my Nerf guns (my roommate gave me his when we moved out), and I obviously attacked my roommates the first opportunity I had. OBVIOUSLY this led to everyone buying Nerf guns and modifying the shit out of them.

However, some of us were terrible shots, so certain measures had to be taken to make it possible for them to keep up. Brad practiced in his room every day, Josh built an extended clip for his gun, and Kyle bought the fucking Vulcan and built a 600 dart belt for it because he decided aiming is for people who can’t fire 6 darts a second (he modded it for doubled firing speed using a small car battery and replaced mechanics).

And then there was Paul.

Paul was fucking terrible. Like almost so bad it couldn’t be for real. He once tried to ambush me coming around a corner from 2 feet away and missed by a good 6-7 inches. He literally could have slapped me and he missed. Whatever moving on.

So Paul decides to solve his aim problems in the most Paul way possible: online shopping. He bought 500 foam pellets for a marshmallow gun, two dozen foam discs, and a motherfucking t-shirt cannon.

You see, Paul, much like Kyle, decided aiming was for lames. So he would pour foam pellets into the cannon until it was half full, slip in a disc to keep them from falling out, then shotgun people in the face. I was his first victim and boy let me tell you that shit is terrifying.

So Paul became the big dog in the house during Nerf battles, and the rest of us found ourselves unable to compete. So we all escalated in our own insane ways. Eric and I, the former champions, modified our guns to fire faster, Brad added an extended magazine to his gun, Kyle built a harness so that he could shoot his fucking stupid fucking bullet-storm piece of shit while moving. Josh booby-trapped various parts of our apartment. Suddenly, we were all better than Paul again, so he decided to step his game up.

He started making paper cartridges that would explode open once fired. Suddenly, he could actually fire multiple times a minute, which meant once again, he was at the top. It didn’t help that our reluctance to shoot back out of fear of getting shot was allowing him to take his time, therefore drastically improving his aim.

So we stepped up again. I smooth out the cocking mechanism on my guns, improving my firing speed even faster. Eric adds more weight to his darts, making them heavier and faster and much more painful. Kyle buys a bigger battery, newer parts, and he perfects his belts, which increases his firing speed to 12 darts a second.

So Paul steps up to take advantage of his improved aim and buys something called a Pucker Chucker which basically is a t-shirt cannon except it shoots foam pucks. This means we can’t just shoot at him from the other side of the apartment anymore, so we all step up again. I modify the rail on top to make aiming easier, Eric modifies his grip to make it more comfortable, Kyle and brad modify their barrels to make them more accurate, and Josh jumps on board the crazy train and builds a goddamn under barrel cherry bomb launcher.

And this is where shit starts to spiral out of control.

Brad starts making smoke grenades, Kyle solves his weakness against close quarters combat by using his battery to create a cattle prod to keep people back. Eric breaks the head off an old golf club to use the shaft as a weapon, I put pins in the tips of all of my darts, and Paul realizes that the Pucker Chucker can also shoot real hockey pucks after he steals my bucket of pucks from my room.

So it escalated a couple more steps but I’m going to leave them out partially out of a desire to keep moving forward and partially out of shame anywhoozle when we pull out our final contraptions and modifications that day we shifted from light-hearted fun that was a bit too far to literally combat. Josh had a sword. I don’t know where he got it from.

That battle was terrifying. Our normal fights were like an hour, two hours tops, then we would clean up, get together in the living room with some beers, and laugh about what happened. Honestly we should have known this was going to happen because when we did this after our previous fight, the laughter was less “haha remember when I shot Josh in the butthole? Classic.” and more “haha remember when I missed your face with that puck? Next time I won’t miss.

So we somehow get into a battle again and this time things go south quickly which is bound to happen when you have a dude in a speedo swinging a sword around while rolling fireworks down the hall. It was literally chaos. There were fireworks and homemade smoke grenades and Kyle made the electrical current in his cattle prod too strong and it was too close to the muzzle of his Vulcan so every few seconds you would just see a flaming dart wiz past and I built a fucking flamethrower and I don’t know what the fuck is going on so I’m just firing it in the general direction of Josh to keep him the fuck away. At some point Brad barricades himself in his room, and so we all run back to our rooms and hide.

We do this for three days. THREE DAYS. I missed classes. We all had junk food in our rooms, and private bathrooms, so that’s what we sustained ourselves on for three fucking days. I, however, try to eat healthy, so I ran out of food almost immediately. After not eating for a day and a half, with food literally less than 50 feet from where I was hiding, I decided that I was willing to risk a trip to the kitchen.

So here’s something important about our apartment: I was the only one who knew how to cook. I had tried to teach the others, but all that had accomplished was several kitchen fires. This meant when Eric also ran out of food, he knew the only way to get a meal was to make peace with me. So he had snuck down the hall to my door, intent on asking me for help.

I did not know he was there.

So when I opened the door and saw a crouching figure in the shadows nearby, I assumed, I think justifiably, that it was the guy who had been swinging a sword at all of us the last time I saw him. So I pulled the trigger on my homemade flamethrower, only to see Eric’s horrified face illuminated by the flames for a split second before they hit his torso.

Luckily, I was using a scavenged fuel source (computer screen cleaner), so the flames were weak, but still fire is fire and fire fucking hurts. So Eric is rolling on the floor with first degree burns on his stomach and chest, and I’m freaking out because Eric is my friend and I just set him on fire, so there is now a lot of screaming coming from the hall.

Now, to lighten the mood slightly, here’s a personality test. You hear the sounds of fire, followed shortly by screaming coming from the hall outside your room. What do you do?

Do you assume the crazy sword guy has finally snapped and is going to kill you all, so you climb out the window onto the fire escape? Congratulations, you’re Brad.

Do you hear the cries of pain and grab a first aid kit before sprinting into the hall to help? Hey! You’re Kyle!

Do you hear the flames so you sprint into the kitchen to grab the fire extinguisher? You are Paul.

Do you come out into the hall to see what’s going on but also bring your sword just in case you have to stab someone? You are Josh and also mentally unstable please put your sword away.

So Kyle comes out and he and I start administering first aid and luckily through a combination of the weakness of my fuel source, how quickly I stopped the flames, and the quickness of our treatments, Eric only gets some first degree burns on his torso. Paul puts out the last of the flames, Josh decides he doesn’t want to stab anyone today, and Brad decides that the lack of screaming is a good thing and he comes inside. I spend the next hour apologizing profusely while cooking everyone dinner, and we decide that hey we should probably have some rules for our Nerf fights to prevent this from ever happening again.

So we all eat, we establish rules about modifications and ammunition, and at the end of it all, we grab some beers, head into the living room, and tell Josh he needs to get rid of the sword seriously dude where did you get that from?

4

“To me. I stress through the days with 100 thought in my head and everything can be totally chaos, but when I start to pray, everything turns silent and clear. Because in spite of all this chaos, you remember what really matters. It’s fine because everything has a meaning. Did you for example know that in the brains of cockroaches, there are nine different types of antibiotics molecules that are stronger than any type of penicillin we have today?” “Cockroaches? Seriously? Where did that come from?”

Hot For Teacher [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Character: Rick Grimes

Word Count: 4,022

Prompt/Summary: High School/University AU 

Warnings: Smut, Language, Dirty Talk, Taboo Relationship, Unprotected Sex

Note: I’m baaacccckkkk! Sorry, it took me so long to start writing again, this pesky thing called real life kept getting in the way. Anyway, here is some STRAIGHT UP FILTH for @such-a-common-girl ‘s 1K Writing Challenge. Congrats Ana! No one deserves 1K more than you, girl! Enjoy!

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Vernon’s Muscle’s Masterpost

OKay I’m literally trash lmao I had to make this cause, Vernon is my ultimate bias and I’m a hoe for him always so.. Lets get into this~

[Beware of CAPS, I’m too excited lol]


FIRST OFF, THIS IS WHAT INSPIRED ME TO MAKE THIS POST- LOOK AT THE BULLSHIT:

WE ARE ALL DINO HERE:

LMAO SERIOUSLY THOO WHERE DID THOSE BICEPS COME FROM? AND I TOLD YA’LL BEFORE THAT HE WAS DOING THIS SHIT ON PURPOSE CAUSE LOOK I’M-

HE CONTINUED WEARING MUSCLE SHIRT AND THESE WERE BOTH WHEN HE WAS AT THE AIRPORT COMING TO AND LEAVING L.A.

But look at that VEIN OkAY…

He came back with the sleeveless shirts like, “You THOUGHT it was over”

I was over here like:

Real quick tho.. LOOK AT HIS THIGHS

DAMN THOSE JEANS FIT HIM WELL ;)

And do you guys remember this?

CaUSE I SURE DO! Imagine what his abs look like NOW THO.. Cause this was only from 2015 or early 2016 I think.. JISOOS CHRIST..

THIS IS WHAT FUCKED ME UP YESTERDAY THO LOOK AT THIS FUCKERY:

Originally posted by gorgeousphan

BISH WHET?

SINCE WHEN? WHERE AND HOW?

LOOK AT HIS CHEST MY- Th0SE PeCS  ah shit..ok..

I’m sorry, I’m SH00K

Alright! So here’s my theory: By this time next year he’s gonna be SWOLE. MARK YOUR CALENDER’S NOW. i’M TALKING BUILT LIKE S.COUPS IS.. I’M NOT READY FAM I mean we shouldn’t be surprised because, he has said that he’s been working out sooo.. I’M JUST WARNING YA’LL NOW BEFORE HE FUCKS US ALL UP SO YOU WON’T BE LOOKING LIKE THIS-

BUT LETS BE HONEST, WE’LL STILL BE LOOKING LIKE THIS:

Originally posted by thebeautysurrounds

“So Doctor Watson will move in again?”

“Yes. He will.”

“With his daughter.”

“Rosie. Yes.”

Mycroft nods. He clears his throat and leans back in the armchair.
“Good. At least there will be someone here to keep an eye on you again. Even I can’t be everywhere.”

Sherlock snorts. He stands up abruptly and walks to the window. Turns his back to Mycroft, who suddenly wishes, he wouldn’t have said those last words.
But it’s part of the pattern, that built up between them over the years.
It’s difficult to escape this pattern, even when he wants to. Like now.

He worries about Sherlock.
He can see that his brother is still withdrawing. Can see it in his red rimmed, tired eyes, his gray skin and his slightly shaking hands. He knows the signs too well.

There’s a lot of anger too. Mycroft can’t believe that Sherlock did drugs again. So many drugs that he almost destroyed his body with it. Just for … Well, for John Watson. Business as usual, wasn’t it?
The events revived a lot of old memories.

Mycroft sighs.
He looks at Sherlock’s back. Before he can really think about it, the words have already left his mouth.
“How are you?”

Sherlock shrugs slightly. If he’s surprised by the question, he doesn’t show it.
“I could be worse,” he says quietly.

Yes, Mycroft thinks wearily. He could be worse. That’s true.
They’ve seen worse. Much worse.

“Tell me, if you need more painkillers,” he says and stands up. He grabs his umbrella. “I will send Anthea …”

Sherlock doesn’t answer. He just stands there in front of the window and stares into the beginning sunset.

Mycroft takes a last look at him and then makes his way to the door.

Suddenly Sherlock quietly says, “Thank you”

“What?” Mycroft makes in surprise. His hand, which was already reaching for the door knob, freezes in the air.

“I never really said thank you,” Sherlock says and finally turns around to look at Mycroft. “For what you did in Serbia. For getting me out.”

Mycroft swallows.
Where did this come from? Why now?

He manages a thin smile. “Well. You’re at least moderately clever. Maybe you wouldn’t have needed me after all.”

“No. I would have died there,” Sherlock says seriously, and the words make Mycroft shiver slightly.

Yes. Sherlock would have died there. And Mycroft doesn’t want to think about this scenario. Living in the past is not his style. 

For a moment, there’s silence between them. But this time, it’s not an uncomfortable silence.
Sherlock breaks it eventually. “There are words one should say, before it’s too late,” he says quietly. Then he turns around, to the window again and adds, more briskly, “Now go. I bet there’s a war you have to prevent from happening.”

Mycroft’s smile widens. “Actually, yes. There is one.” He opens the door and makes a step forward. Then he stops again. He hesitates.
Maybe it’s still too early for this.
Maybe …
Screw it.

“How about tea on Friday? There’s a place I know, where you can get the pastry you used to devour as a child,” he says, deliberately casually.
He nearly holds his breath, as he waits for Sherlock’s answer.

For a moment, Sherlock says nothing. He continues to stare outside the window, his hands folded behind his back. But then he shrugs and says, “Why not.”

Mycroft smiles. “Great. Goodbye, brother mine.”

“Goodbye, Mycroft.”

When Mycroft leaves the flat, he has the feeling that he at least made a tiny step out of their pattern. And so did Sherlock.
And that’s a good thing, isn’t it?


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It was hot. Way too hot. And there was no place to hide from the heat. Well there was inside, but due to being the hostess of this little get together you couldn’t hide indoors all day. You almost regretted planning this little shindig for the middle of summer but Harry had convinced you it’d be fun. Plus today was the only day everyone had off and could come together.

Harry and you had spent all morning getting the food prepped, the back yard set up, and the pool cleaned. People were set to start showing up any minute now. You were hoping maybe you’d have a minute to run inside, cool yourself off a bit, maybe apply some more deodorant. You looked at your phone to check the time, seeing that you had pretty much no time to do any of that. “Uugggghhhhh, noooo.” You whined under your breath.

“What was that for love? Not excited for our guests?” Harry chuckled. You rolled your eyes before you turned, pointing a finger at him. “Don’t even. You know I am excited to see everyone, and am happy we all finally can get together. But why does it have to be so bloody hot today?!” You stated as you wiped the sweat off your brow. “I just wanted one moment to run inside and cool down, maybe apply some more deodorant before guests arrived”

Harry walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist as you placed your arms around his neck. “Here lemme see…Ooh yeah, you do stink a bit” You smacked him upside his head. “Ouch okay, I’m just joking love. No need to get violent.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “You do know that to answer the door you have to go inside? Which means, you can cool off in doing so and then you can send them outside to me and you just run upstairs real quick and do whatever you need”

You huffed. “Damnit, how come I didn’t think of that?!” Harry just stuck his tongue out at you in response. “Uhm excuse me Styles, put that thing back where it came from or so help me”

Harry let out a quick loud laugh. “Did you seriously just quote a children’s movie to scold me?” You just smirked and shrugged. “Wow, you watch way too many kids movies love”

You just rolled your eyes at him. “Well I do work as a Nanny H. With two kids under the age of 5 all you ever watch is kids movies or tv shows. I can’t help it if lines from it get stuck in my head from time to time. But you have no room to talk, you knew that was from a children’s movie!”

Harry pulled you into him and gave you a quick peck. “Let’s be honest with one another love. You watch kids movies even when you’re not working. You watch them at home and make me watch them with you. You’re a kid at heart” He smirked at you. You just rolled your eyes at him again, but smiled.

He was right, of course he was. You had seen more kids movies than adult movies probably. Or at least knew them better. You were a kid at heart, but that was what had attracted you to him. Your carefree, goofy, happy go lucky attitude instantly won him over. Sure it meant lots of kids movies but it also meant lots of laughs, smiles and someone to always keep his mood up. Also his heart warmed any time he saw you with the children you nannied for. He couldn’t wait till until the he got to watch you with your own children. Children that you two would have together. He would be done for then.

Harry smiled and leaned down to be eye level with you. “But that’s what I love about you.” He placed a sweet soft peck on your lips. You wrapped your arms back around his neck, and started kissed him back. Your kissing had started to turn into more when you heard the doorbell ring. You groaned.

“Well our guests await love. Go let them in, send them out to me and go freshen up if you still want” He shot you a smile and a wink, placed a kiss to your cheek before you removed your arms and started to walk inside the house.

You turned your head back to him before you got fully indoors. “Hey H?” He looked up from his phone, “Yes love?”

“I love you” You said with a smile. Harry smiled back at you, a small one, the one reserved for only you. “I love you too”

A New Neverland.

Request from anon:Do you do requests? Well if you do can you do a Peter Pan smut where both the reader and him now live in storybrooke and you both are trying to get used to the new technology? Thanks!!

Peter Pan x Reader

Words: 1,744

Warnings: Smut…not LOADS but enough to certainly put it in the warning so if you are under 18 PLEASE DO NOT READ! There is also some language too and some mild intimidation and threatening behaiour.. Anything I have missed just let me know.

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

Originally posted by kevinskeller

“Damn it!”

For the second time that morning you found your foot connecting with the kitchen worktop and for the second time you instantly regretted the move as an agonising pain shot through your big toe. You needed to find another way to unleash your frustration, something that wasn’t so……painful.

“What’s going on?” A tired Peter stalked out of the bedroom, both hands rubbing the tiredness from his eyes, as he sent a rather perplexed expression your direction. “Still can’t figure out that toaster? I figured it out days ago!”

Your eyes immediately narrowed into dangerous slits as you grabbed hold of a nearby knife and pointed it in his direction in a threatening manner.

“Shut it Pan or I swear to god I will find a new place to store this knife…..” Your voice is low and it is more than evident that your words aren’t only a threat but a promise too should he continue his smugness. “…it’s this stupid thing they call a ‘radio’ here. It’s not, well, it’s not doing anything!”

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Two Fold

Group & Member(s): BTS’ Jimin feat. Jungkook

Genre: Gang!AU/fluff/angst

Word Count: 10.1k

Summary: The love that you and Jimin have for each other knows no bounds. But, when you’re basically forced to do something for the gang he’s in, the consequences of it all come falling down on the both of you…“What you do in this world, good or bad, will come back to you two fold”

Warnings: gang activity, gun violence, mentions of drugs, etc. 

A/N: I created a spotify playlist of all the songs mentioned/featured within the story. They are in the order in which they appear. 


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Actual SINnamon Roll Prompto

Me upon finding out Prompto is a Scorpio:

Originally posted by hippietyy

In all seriousness this was a ton of fun for me to write especially considering that out of all the Chocobros, Prompto’s the one I’d be more likely to call a muse. He has so much potential… So here’s some Prompto sex headcanons?? I take requests, so if you like what you see drop me a line!

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Not A Part Of The Plan

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: The Avengers have someone precious to Loki, but Loki has the upper hand on them // Based off of this tumblr Imagine (http://tom-hiddleston-imagines.tumblr.com/post/122757963444/imagine-this-look-loki-gives-tony-when-he-says )

Words:699

Read On Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6734884

          Tony was waiting. He knew Loki was bound to show up. He saw Clint and Natasha from the corner of his eye. They positioned themselves in the shadows of the room. Tony had everything he needed in arm’s reach. ‘This should be easy. It should go well.’ He thought to himself. Then, he materialized into the room, armor and all. The green God stared at the Iron Man with a look that could kill him. He walked forward unblinking and looking into Tony.

           “I know she’s here,” Loki used the only four words he needed to say. The Avengers captured her. They captured everyone in Loki’s employ, but they didn’t realize who she exactly was until Thor saw the two snakes on her neck. Now, Loki stood in front of Tony inching closer to him with every step.

           “I hate repeating myself,” Four more words.

           “You don’t have to,” Tony said. “Let’s cut to the chase. You want her back. We’ll happily give her to you. We want something back.”

           “What?”

           “We want the Tesseract.”

           “No.” The sound of Loki’s voice resonated in the room.

           “No Tesseract. No girlfriend.” Tony stood his ground. Out of the corner of his eye, he could feel Clint giving him a ‘did you seriously just say no to a mass murderer’ look. Loki’s fists grew tighter. He stopped in front of Tony, mere inches from his face.

           “If you and the rest of your friends don’t give her to me, I will not hesitate to remind you how mortal you are,” Loki whispered. Tension grew like weeds, unwanted and too quickly. Natasha moved closer to Tony. She didn’t like where this was going neither did Clint who had an arrow aimed at Loki’s head. All was quiet in the room until footsteps came from down the hall. Someone was coming, but they were not in any rush. Confused, Tony tried to look down the hallway by leaning back. His eyes widened.

           “(Y/N)? What are you doing?” Tony asked out loud. Loki quickly turned towards the footsteps. (Y/N) walked out into the open lounge. ‘This isn’t the plan. This isn’t the plan at all. What the hell is going on?’ Tony thought to himself.

           “Hello pet,” Loki smiled warmly and open his arms for her to hug. (Y/N) smiled and ran over to him. She embraced him tightly and buried her face into his chest.

           “I missed you,” (Y/N) said. Loki ran his fingers through her hair and kissed the top of her head.

           “I missed you too, little pet,” Loki responded.

           “Wait a minute, hold on, what’s going on?” Tony asked out loud. ‘Something’s off. Way off’ he thought to himself. Natasha walked into sight.

           “(Y/N), where is Thor and Steve?” she aimed her gun at Loki’s head. Loki smiled and kissed the top of (Y/N)’s head.

           “I’m sorry,” (Y/N) responded. “I had to do it.”

           “Had to do what, (Y/N)?” Nat aimed the gun at (Y/N).

           “I would think twice before you aim your weapons at her, Agent,” Loki narrowed his eyes.

           “Answer the question,” Nat demanded. (Y/N) looked to Tony and to Natasha. She felt Loki’s hands grab her at her sides. He steadied her. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. She meant too much to him.

           “I know this wasn’t part of the plan, but it’s better this way,” she began. “Thor and Steve are fine. They’re just knocked out—

           “How?” The Black Widow interrupted.

           “Oh come now, I assumed you were smarter than that, Agent,” Loki said. “Haven’t you noticed an aura about her? A different sort of energy perhaps?” Then it hit Tony. The tests that Banner ran on her. The crazy results he got. How a normal human being shouldn’t have this much energy pent up inside of them. Tony called him crazy; said he got the numbers wrong. He didn’t listen.

           “The Tesseract…it’s inside her isn’t it?” Tony was afraid what the answer was going to be. Loki wrapped his arms around her core and smiled. Natasha lowered her gun, speechless. A hint of icy blue flashed across (Y/N)’s eyes.

           “Do not be afraid, my pet, for you are the most dangerous monster in the room.”

Writing Prompts

• Is there any truth to it?
• Who does it for you?
• Are you going to charge them?
• How much can they say?
• But how have they left?
• You need to question everything.
• How often do you see that?
• Have you talked to your daughter yet?
• We have no answers yet.
• Who’s in charge of that?
• I need a change of pace.
• How cute were they?
• Has he retired yet?
• Are you ever okay?
• Can you drive by?
• They reviewed it first.
• We could have worked together.
• Who uses it anymore?
• Sometimes, I even sleep.
• What are you wearing?
• I’d like a new diagnosis.
• Are you here together?
• I have no brakes.
• It’s not something you can limit.
• They don’t have answers.
• You can’t release that.
• I’d like to go in hiding.
• Are you aware of your senses?
• Who drank that?
• Have you assessed him?
• They are perfectly normal.
• They wanted us to stay together.
• That’s what he looked like.
• I’ve been incredibly lucky.
• Have you written this?
• I didn’t reject you.
• Something happened then.
• Did you break up with him?
• Is it morning yet?
• They called us first.
• Be kind to each other.
• You shouldn’t ask questions.
• Who was there that night?
• Where is the information from?
• I can’t imagine leaving that behind.
• Why did you call him of all people?
• It looked very strange.
• He would have never allowed it.
• Where does it come from?
• We are a very small community.
• Can you knock?
• Where did it end?
• Is there a difference?
• Maybe I’m projecting.
• What did you find?
• That was a strange call.
• It was a long relationship.
• I lost all hope.
• When did you get there?
• We took it seriously.
• They have a magical touch.
• Talk to me tonight.
• But why would you have them?
• We should just dance.
• It was just a hoax.
• Thank you for joining me.
• Can we report this?
• Nothing was out place.
• Where do we leave it?
• We broke up that morning.

  • Excalibur: Ok Mesa, I'm gonna demonstrate to you how to thwart an attack. Now pretend that this dummy is a Grineer Lancer. Stand back, I dont want you to get hurt.
  • Excalibur: Before he can draw his weapon... *pulls out Exalted Blade and zig zags up to the dummy, slicing its head off* How awesome's that?
  • Mesa: Uh, yeah, that's pretty awesome but I feel like he woulda shot you from a mile away!
  • Excalibur: No, no he wouldn't because you saw how I was zig-zagging like this, it was distracting.
  • Mesa: Yeah, but did you ever see Indiana Jones where the guy does the whole sword thing and he just shoots him dead?
  • Excalibur: Are you asking me if I've seen Indiana Jones? Are you seriously asking me- I've seen that movie- that IS m- you're not understanding.
  • Mesa: You remember it?
  • Excalibur *getting frustrated*: Yes but if I were to come at you it's all about how I-
  • Mesa: *whips out Regulator pistol and pretends to shoot Excalibur*
  • Excalibur: Ok, in that circumstance, maybe you got there a little bit faster but if I *yells and leaps at him*
  • Mesa: *pretend fires Regulator* I got you again.
  • Excalibur: What if I zig-zagged... *leaps from side to side, while Mesa clicks the Regulator on him every time*
  • Mesa: It's so easy to get you!

RANDOM STARTERS

❛  Hey didn’t I just see you yesterday ? ❜
❛ Are you following me ? ❜
❛  Why are you taking pictures of me ? ❜
❛  Hey  , I see you there ! ❜
❛  Sorry but you dropped this, thought I’d return it. ❜
❛  I know you more than you think. ❜
❛  I will find you, no matter where you go.❜
❛  There’s someone outside the window. ❜
❛  Someone’s in the backyard. ❜
❛ Did you hear that ? ❜
❛ I just thought  I saw something… ❜
❛  Seriously it’s nothing. ❜
❛  can I get some water ?  ❜
❛  Would you like some tea ? ❜
❛  I’m just reading a book that I got from the Library. Interesting plot for once. ❜
❛  Just relax ! We can sit down, drink some hot coco in front of the fire place & read a book.  ❜
❛  Don’t you even dare !  ❜
❛ Who invited you? ❜
❛ How come you never asked me? ❜
❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜
❛  It’s late, where have you been all day ?❜
❛  Taste this and tell me what you think. ❜
❛  Todays been busy, I just wanna be here and relax with you. ❜
❛  Would you like to go on a date with me ? ❜
❛  How does Friday sound ?❜
❛  My ex called me yesterday. Apparently they wanna get back together ?  ❜
❛  Remember this, remember what I told you, Forever. ❜
❛  You don’t know what you’re talking about.  ❜
❛ Do you even hear yourself ?  ❜
❛  Look at me, everything will be OK , I promise you. ❜
❛  Can you keep a secret ? ❜
❛  Do you trust me ? ❜
❛  Do you believe me ? ❜
❛  If you want , You can spend the night with me.  ❜
❛  We aren’t getting back together you know that right ?  ❜
❛  You and me are not meant to be.  ❜
❛  Are you hungry ? ❜
❛  How are you feeling ?  ❜

Life of the Zodiacs #2 (unedited)

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“What do you mean the wait is forty minutes?!“ Aries screeched at the frightened waiter facing opposite of her.

He gulped and nervously tapped his fingers against the podium in front of him, "W-Well, we’re very busy tonight ma'am, and your group is just so large we don’t have the room for all of you at the moment.”

“Let’s just go Aries,” Taurus leaned against Libra. “I’m hungry and we obviously aren’t going to be able to eat here. Let’s just go somewhere else.”

“Fine,” Aries glared at the waiter one last time before storming out of the restaurant.

Cancer sighed, “Where are we going to eat now? That was the only place left with decent food.”

Everyone stood in silence. They had already visited multiple restaurants that night, but to no avail. Everywhere was either full or the wait time was too long. Capricorn had been so busy that day he hadn’t had the time to make a reservation anywhere, something he was cursing himself for.

Aries’ face lit up, “How about-”

She was cut off by an unanimous “No” by everyone else. Despite what her fit figure would suggest, the only places Aries ate at were fast food restaurants.

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Castiel had seen all the beautiful sentences others had written on their arms. Charlie’s “God, you’re beautiful”, Gabriel’s “Shall we dance?”, and he’d been envious all his life. He’d even glare at the normal quotes, the “Good morning, sir”, the “Can I help you?”, they were all better than what was written on his arm. He didn’t even know his soulmate yet, but he was already angry at them for making him walk around with this.

But nevertheless, he waited for the day his soulmate showed up. He hoped to hear this sentence sooner than later. Charlie had found her soulmate at the beginning of this year already and teased Cas endlessly that he’d have to wait for his soulmate another twenty years. But she helped him and pointed at handsome guys walking down the street, muttering that Castiel should maybe prepare.

Castiel had never hoped for someone to be his soulmate, until one morning in class, it plumped upon him.

Their teacher stood up before the class began and held up his hand.

“I’d like to introduce you to a new student, who’ll be in our class from now on. Please welcome Dean Winchester.” As he spoke, the door opened and the counselor walked in with next to him, a tall, broad guy. He was handsome in a casual way, his leather jacket worn and rough, his flannel simple and his jeans ripped at the knees. Castiel dropped his pen. Dean smiled, neither shy or arrogant, just smiled, and Castiel looked at Charlie for a moment. She shrugged, though she looked from him to Dean a few times. Castiel had often described to her that a guy like this would be the ultimate soulmate.

Dean looked around the room for a moment, then his eyes fell on Cas.

His smile changed, he seemed surprised and confused but Castiel was sure he’d never seen him before, and then Dean smiled again, pulling himself back.

“Alright,” their teacher said, “you can go find a place somewhere.”

Castiel suddenly wished he’d have chosen to sit alone that morning. Dean made his way to the closest empty place from Cas, a few seats ahead, and slipped down. He said a soft “Hey,” to the person next to him, then turned around and looked past the others, right at Cas.

Neither of them said something, but neither of them broke the eye contact either.

Just before people started noticing, Dean turned back around.

Castiel stared at the back of his head for the rest of the class, so intensely that he knew the way Dean’s hair curled at his ears before he’d even spoken to him.

During lunch, Charlie grabbed another plate and took an extra large desert for Cas.

“Just in case it’s him,” she told him and pushed it in his hand. “You gotta be prepared.”

Castiel slid down next to her when they got their food and started to eat, though he was barely hungry. He kept looking up, trying to spot the new guy, until he was suddenly walking straight towards them.

He held up his hand and waved. As he came closer, he opened his mouth as to say something, then his eyes slid to the plate in front of Cas.

“Where the hell did you get that apple pie, because I gotta get me at least three slices.”

Charlie made a soft sound and Cas got up instantly, staring at Dean. Finally, he thought.

He didn’t know what to say, other than that it was crazy that had to be the first sentence, of all sentences Dean could’ve said… All the teasing of his brothers, his friends, all the endless attempts to hide this one sentence from his arm… 

“That was seriously the best you could come up with? That’s been on my arm my entire life.

Dean dropped his bag and stared back. For a moment, he didn’t do anything, then he laughed softly. His smile grew larger and Cas suddenly noticed he had cute freckles covering his nose and cheeks, and that the laugh formed dimples.

“Sorry,” Dean smiled apologetically. “I just- I love pie.”

Castiel forgave him instantly.

He had always thought about this day, the moment he would meet his soulmate. But now it had happened, he didn’t know what he was supposed to do.

“Y-you can have it,” he said, blushing awkwardly. “It kind of… was meant for you, anyway.”

Dean sat down on the chair next to him, beaming, but not just because of the pie.

“Thank you.” He said. “What’s your name? I realized I don’t even know.”

“Castiel,” He answered breathlessly. “It’s good to finally meet you.”

“Yeah, Cas,” Dean said, not even looking at the pie anymore. “It’s really good to meet you too.”

Not a long time later, they would often get pie together. Most of the time Dean ate and Castiel watched, talked, and stole tiny pieces.

 He’d always hoped to find his soulmate, but actually having him close to him every single day, felt better than he had imagined.