she's just so perfect i had to

I just had the most crazy idea.

What if everything we know about Chicago is a lie?

Like in the trailer, what if Chloe wasn’t looking at Chicago while bitting her lip? What if it’s Chicago one who’s interested on Chloe and not the other way around? What if that uncomfortable smile she has while speaking to Chicago is her trying to get rid of him (cause let’s be honest Brittany isn’t a bad actress so even if she doesn’t have chemistry with Matt she wouldn’t look so forced in that scene)

What if she hiding from Chicago at the Casino?

What if?


What if Universal straightbaited us this whole time?

Wishful thinking.

I’m freaking excited for this movie, and from the freaking promo!!!!!

Also someone write a fic about this pretty please?

Pretty Boy // Shawn Mendes Smut

Requested by: @shawnmendessmut18

a/n~ I’m sorry this took so long my love, I wanted it to be perfect but like, this is shitty. I’m sorry. 

WARNINGS: Smut, Cursing. 

Prompts: Fuck me/ Stop teasing me so much/ Do you like it when I touch you like that?/ Can I touch you?/ Open up..


They had met earlier in the night through a mutual friend he had tagged along with. He was never one to say no to a party - even if it was just a college homecoming game after party. Their casual conversation soon turned to flirting as he complimented her on how great her ass looked in her dress of choice. She couldn’t help herself; had to tell him just how beautiful she found his honey colored gaze. 

He had her backed up against the counter in their friends kitchen, the party going on behind them long forgotten. He brought his hands up and rested them on the counter on either side of her, ultimately boxing her in. He leaned forward bringing his mouth just a breath away from her ear, chuckling lowly before speaking. 

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Fairy Tales

Okay, this took me a long time to write because I was still recovering from the heavy angst I wrote three weeks ago— bUT ANYWAY!!

As the fifth theme to my 100 themes challenge, I dedicate this one to @capthawkeye for dealing with my shenanigans whenever I think of our beloved OTP and I’m just really grateful for her presence in this community. Bless!!!! She was also the person with whom I shared this theme’s idea with, after being inspired by Ed Sheeran’s Perfect, so!!!!!!

Also, another friendly reminder that I will be eternally grateful for Adi               ( @rvkiakuchiki ), considering how she’s had the role of being my beta for the past year and a half!!!! God knows the amount of mistakes in all of my fics if I didn’t have her, tbh. 

I hope you guys enjoy!

Can also be found on ff.net and AO3!

There was always something so exhilarating when it came to sneaking away from a crowd, laughing hand-in-hand with the person who always managed to make your heart skip a beat. And although it was a strange concept to apply to two full-grown adults, it was certainly nothing that they were shy of. With smiles that reached their eyes, their chests swelling with merriment, and hearts all but hidden from one another, a witness could have said that they were very well drunk on pure bliss.

The night was young and the pure essence of joy filled the air amongst the crowd. Drinks were served, the hired band played loudly, and words of congratulations and teasing remarks were endlessly thrown at the newly-wedded couple. It was, for a better part, an event to be forever remembered and reminisced. After all, when the notion of the marriage was announced months before, nobody who knew them was surprised.

Who would have been if they were to consider the past between the couple; the endless support that the woman had provided for the man throughout his journey?

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therealrezo55555  asked:

Why did you make Starlight such a bitch? All your doing is making me want her to fail.

Because she’s so much BETTER like this! She really, REALLY is!

Villain Starlight was the BEST villain the show EVER had! She was amazing! She WON, TWICE! She was condescending, she was manipulative, she out thought Twilight and her friends at every turn, she SUCCESSFULLY pulled off traps, and more than anything her plans actually had the chance of working!

She was SO MUCH FUN to have as a villain! She was the perfect antithesis to Twilight! She was able to take everything Twilight knew and tore it down, made her rethink it, and then allowed Twilight to come back better, stronger, or even as a different pony! She fulfilled the role of villain perfectly, and I will always love her as that perfect villain!

So, what, I’m supposed to let go of my favorite villain JUST BECAUSE they ‘reformed’ her in the show? Starlight is and always will be a sociopath, even as a ‘friend’ she is one! So why not just let her continue to be the loveable bitch I’ve known her to be this entire time?

That is why! Because she is SO MUCH FUN to write and let her be a bitch! Good times! <3

“You can’t have a nightmare, if you never dream!”

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I’ve written some really long things to go with these photos, but they were way too long.

The truth is, Epic was perfect.

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an idea i had for a while…like i always felt bad for zen because i love him but MC and Seven are PERFECT so i like to imagine that after 7′s route all the RFA members find love with the other mc girls and zen gets the redhead ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) and since zen is such a drama queen finding his soul mate hits him VERY SUDDENLY LIKE A TRAIN….and then his route proceeds from here with her!!!

shes the Taiyaki cart owners daughter/grandaughter + upcoming chef

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Random PJO Ice Skating AU just because 

have a bonus Annabae

bokutoo-san  asked:

au where bakugou is embarrassed each time uraraka wants to cuddle or just kiss him in public because he's not used to it but after some months he starts to get more confident around her and he's the one who hugs her from behind when he finds uraraka in the hallway or sitting on the sofa, cooks for her when she's nervous, helps her studying (with more patience than he used to have with kirishima lmao) - their classmates just can't believe their eyes, so every time they try to say something funny+

so this seems like a good ask to post these silly, old doodles in lmao

anyway yes this is perfect and i love it

i actually had a doodle of Bakugou hugging Uraraka from behind from forever ago, but i never finished it b/c i couldn’t get the pose right. but i imagine that it’s like the only way he feels comfortable showing emotion–at least for a while. he buries his face into her shoulder b/c he’s still embarrassed and flustered but he still holds her close

i love the idea that Bakugou cooks for Uraraka and helps teach her how to cook (b/c being self-sufficient is important to her), and he occasionally makes her mochi after study sessions or when she’s down. he doesn’t even say anything, just sits next to her and hands them over, and maybe holds her hand

anyway yes kacchako fluff

Bakugou threatens death on anyone who teases him 

(it never works)

I convinced my friend to go see IT on this fine Halloween and this was her post-movie car ride reactions:
  • It was only 5 minutes in, but a small perfect child had already died and I wanted to as well 
  • It’s crazy how those effects made the clown’s eyes go in 2 directions…WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT WAS THE ACTOR WHAT THE FU CK IN G W H AT
  • Why don’t they all just use guns? No I don’t CARE they’re children, give them guns!! Give them more guns!!
  • Don’t give that Richie one a gun though. He’d accidentally shoot everyone and then himself 
  • Where are these children’s PARENTS your children are PLAYING with a CLOWN
  • Who let these kids say fuck. They’re all 4 years old. Why didn’t Georgie get to say fuck? I feel like Georgie had plenty of reason to say fuck. 
  • Stan looked like he was ready to die in literally every scene…why are you screaming, what did I say wrong
  • okay but?? Sorry, if my friend gets stolen by the clown, she’s the clown’s now. I ain’t going into no sewers. You fucked up, not my fault 
  • Why didn’t they just send Mike and Bev into the sewers? They’re the only ones who get shit done. They’re my favorites. 
  • Wait I’m confused about something…is Eddie gay? Because…I think someone should tell Eddie he’s gay 
  • I don’t care about your dumb love triangle. The only love triangle I want is Mike Hanlon, love, and appreciation
  • Henry Bowers literally killed his dad and no one can call the police because he WAS THE POLICE. Does that make Henry the new police? I don’t want Henry to be the new police. Oh wait HE’S DEAD. Mike is the new police. I’m okay with that. 
  • Why was Ben afraid of eggs. Stop laughing. Dude, I said stop laughing I don’t understand, why was he afraid of eggs? I said STOP LAUGHING
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#When they had it all for one day *sobs*

I… I’d do anything for you, Diana……

God, this was SO fun to make even if it took like 5 days ahaha… You can open it in a new tab to see the details.

“i was on bored til u called her hair weird” they said.

i love how on tumblr you can see one word you don’t understand and react only to it 

That’s what i meant, when i said her hair is weird. Her hair doesn’t look perfect 100% of the time, and that’s what makes her hair actually perfect. 
I have a lot of time *cough*thanks to procrastination*cough*, so i brought the examples!

HER HAIR KNOWS HOW GRAVITY WORKS!!!

Her hair doesn’t have the perfect volume all the time, like disney princesses usually have, and that’s so great because after you get into the water you’ll never have that perfect volume! 

And yes! After you go into the water to catch your chicken, your knot will unplait!!!! 

And after the wave hit her she actually had to put them away! 

Annnnd that’s what i call weird hair! Look at her she doesn’t look like a barbie, she looks like a person who went thROUGH THE STORM!

AND AGAIN HELLO GRAVITY!!!!!

A lil bonus: the way she puts her hair away. She doesn’t make the perfect look just by putting it away with one hand, because it’s not how it works.

And yes knots don’t appear on her head from nowhere. She actually has to do her hair!

Bonus: look at this lil strand of her hair that doesn’t go into the bun! 

AND YES SHE HAS TO PUT IT AWAY!


When i call Moana’s hair weird, I’m not saying it’s ugly or something. I’m saying it’s natural. Because people’s hair usually looks weird. And that’s absolutely perfect.

Lipstick stains

Summary: She and Tom don’t exactly get along, but really, everyone knows they just need to bang.

Pairings: Reader (?) x Tom Holland

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Some swearing and some smut

A/n: I’m sorry this is so shitty :/ but let me know what ya think anyways :)))


“Nice ass.”

“And this is as close as you’ll get to it.”

“Wouldn’t want it anyway.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

It was a good feeling when she got the last word in. It meant she won that round, and boy, there were many rounds of snarky banter. Neither she nor Tom were overly fond of each other and did what they could to avoid any situation involving the other. However, when your best friends are dating, it’s inevitable. Kat and Haz, what a cute couple. She and Tom, no way in hell. Or at least, that’s what they said every time somebody suggested they ‘just make out already’. See, the thing with those two is that they had undeniable chemistry; the room was thick with sexual tension whenever they were together. It was apparent to everyone but them.

They were currently at the boys’ shared apartment. When Haz had asked the both of them to help him prepare for tonight, they had begrudgingly agreed. It was Kat’s birthday, and being a good boyfriend, he was throwing her a surprise party. As much as they disliked each other, she and Tom loved their friends.  

Haz had put them in charge of decorations, so here she was, standing on a wooden stool in the living room, Tom on the ground behind her. She was on her toes, trying to tape streamers to the ceiling. Due to the height difference, he had a perfect view of her ass. She was annoying, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t hot – not that he’d ever admit that out loud.  

Suddenly she wobbled a little, and as if on instinct, he immediately reached out. He grabbed her waist, steadying her.

“Hands off, Holland,” she said sternly, not even looking at him.

“Geez, I was just trying to help,” he removed his hands, holding them up defensively.

“My knight in shining armour,” her words dripped with sarcasm.

He rolled his eyes at her.

Having finally taped that section, she asked Tom for another piece. The small seat she was standing on didn’t allow room for much movement. As she turned to take it from him, she lost her balance. With a yelp, she fell forward – right on top of Tom. They crashed to the floor in a loud heap.

They both groaned; him underneath her, she with her face pressed against his throat. She lifted her head and winced. Haz came running in.

“What is going on in h–,” he stopped midsentence when he saw them on the floor, in quite the compromising position.

He grinned.

“What happened?”

“It’s not what you think.”

“I’m sure,” he said amused, his grin getting wider. He contemplated taking pictures but thought better of it. They’d kill him.

“She fell on me,” Tom grunted.

“No, I didn’t!” she protested.

“You literally fell off the stool, onto me.”

“Okay, fine, I did,” she huffed as she stood up, checking for bruises.

Tom was still lying on the floor, taking a moment to recuperate.

“Um, mate?” Haz snickered, looking down at him.

“What?”

Haz checked to see if she had noticed yet, before answering, “You got a little something there,” indicating his collarbone.

Tom swiped at the area, not finding anything.

“What? What is it?” he questioned. He too stood up and looked between the two, puzzled.

By now, she had realised what Haz was talking about and suppressed a smile.

“Oops.”

She pointed at the mirror on the wall and allowed him to make the discovery. She and Haz exchanged a look and giggled.

“What the fuck?”

They burst out laughing. Right at the base of his throat, there was a perfect impression of her lips, her red lipstick staining his pale skin. Glaring at his reflection, he tried to wipe the mark away but only succeeded in smudging it.

“How the hell am I supposed to get rid of this?” he growled.

“Will you relax? It’s just lipstick,” she reassured.

“Yeah, that makes it seem like you two were getting intimate,” Haz snorted.

“Shut up,” the other two snapped in unison.

“Okay, okay,” he backed out of the room. “I’m gonna finish up in the kitchen. You guys should finish all this too, party’s starting soon.”

She nodded at him and turned to look at Tom. He was still rubbing at that spot and she could tell that it had spread all over his neck now.

Sighing, she walked over to her bag and pulled out a makeup wipe. She sauntered over to him and held out the tissue. He took it reluctantly and cleaned the lipstick off.

She crossed her arms and waited for him, expecting a thank you.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” he said instead.

“For what?” she asked in confusion.

“You fell on me, I cushioned your fall. You’re welcome,” he explained simply.

“My hero,” this time she rolled her eyes at him. “Come on, we gotta finish hanging these streamers.”

Grumbling, they returned to their assigned job.

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“Let’s get this party started!” Kat screamed, raising her cup in the air. Somebody turned the volume up, and the crowd cheered, the apartment filling with music. She kissed Haz and dragged him into the middle of the room, dancing with him.

Tom smiled at his friends enjoying themselves. He took a sip of his drink, his eyes wandering the room before they landed on her. She was wearing a short black dress, hair cascading down her back. She was tipsy but moved with confidence in her heels. He watched her hips swinging in time to the beat of the song, her arms above her head. He admired the curves of her body, very evident in the confines of the tight fabric. It wasn’t long before some guy was behind her, his hands on her hips. She was unfazed, grinding against him. She spun around in his arms, her own coming down over his shoulders. As she moved closer towards him, Tom looked away, filled with a strange resentment.

He left the room, in search of more alcohol to distract him from this unwanted feeling.

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She needed a drink. She had been dancing for what felt like hours and was desperately thirsty. Squeezing past the swaying bodies she made it to the kitchen. She noticed Tom leaning against the counter, talking to another guest. She moved towards the island bench across from him and grabbed a bottle, pouring some soda into a cup. She guzzled it down.

“All that grinding made you thirsty, huh?” he asked, more bitterly than he intended.

Putting the cup down she frowned, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.”

“It clearly means something.”

A thought dawned on her.

“Are… are you… jealous?” she asked in disbelief.

“Are you kidding? Why the hell would I be jealous?” he scoffed. He took a gulp of his drink.

“Fine,” she shrugged her shoulders, not really caring. “Where’s your bathroom?”

“Down the hall to the left.”

She nodded her head once and pushed past party-goers in the direction he had advised.

In the bathroom she checked herself in the mirror. She tousled her hair, mind going back to her chat with Tom. What was up with him? Shaking her head, she rummaged through her purse for the tube of lipstick. Finding it, she removed the lid and applied a fresh coat. She pressed her lips together, evening out the colour. Just as she popped the lid back on, the door opened.

“Occupied,” she called out.

“It’s me,” Tom stepped in, closing the door behind him.

“Oh. I was just leaving anyway.”

Zipping up her purse, she took one final glance at the mirror.  She saw Tom in the corner of her eye and bit her lower lip. He was wearing a black tee emphasising the muscles in his arms. His jaw was clenched and she noticed how sharp it was. She swallowed.

“Am I making you nervous?” he asked curiously.

“Of course not,” she forced herself to make eye contact, hoping she exuded more confidence than she was feeling.

“You seem nervous,” he took a step towards her.

She took a step back.

“Why would I be nervous? If I recall correctly, you were the one who sounded jealous earlier. Do I make you nervous?” she countered, trying to gain the upper hand.

“Not at all, and that wasn’t jealousy,” he continued to move towards her.

“What was it then?” her back hit the wall.

He was standing awfully close now. He filled her senses, sight, smell, hearing. She met his stare, refusing to look away first.

“It was frustration.”

“At what?” she almost whispered.

“At wanting to do this.”

He cupped her face and crashed his mouth against hers. Once she recovered from her initial shock, she found herself kissing him back. The rigidity of her body seeped away as they melded into each other. She reached up and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands dropped down to her back where they slipped further lower to her ass.

He lifted her up effortlessly and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their kiss was messy and passionate as everything they had been holding in came flooding out. He sat her on the edge of the sink and stood between her legs with his hands on her thighs. Her dress had ridden up and the heat of his palms seared her bare skin. He slid one hand up and gripped her hip while the other remained on her leg. He leaned forward, pushing her back and she threw an arm behind to find a purchase to support herself. She accidentally knocked over a bottle but they barely noticed it clattering to the floor. Her legs hugged his waist she gripped his shoulder with her right hand.

Needing a breath, Tom broke the kiss, moving his lips down her jaw to her neck. Her head fell back, exposing her throat and she let out a moan as he found her sweet spot. She tangled her fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck, her other arm snaking back over his shoulder. She was lost in bliss. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling.

“Tom,” she moaned his name. Egged on by the sounds falling from her lips, he brought a hand up and slipped the spaghetti strap from her shoulder. He kissed down past her collarbone and along the soft skin of her shoulder.

All of a sudden there was a knock at the door.

“Mate?”

It was Haz.

“Fuck,” Tom cursed, as they separated. He stepped back and went to the door, not looking at her.

She, in turn, slipped off the sink and wiggled her dress back down to an appropriate length. She pushed her hair out of her face and turned to the mirror above the sink. Her lipstick was smeared across her mouth and her cheeks were flushed.

He opened the door.

“Yes, mate?” annoyance in his tone.

Haz’s mouth fell open in surprise when he saw Tom, but then he noticed her in the bathroom behind him. He smirked.

“Uh, you’ve got a little something…,” he repeated his words from earlier in the day.

“Huh?” Tom walked over to the sink where she was still standing.

He too, had her lipstick smudged over his mouth and chin. He dropped his head, shaking it.

“Wait ‘til I tell Kat,” Haz said gleefully, running off in the direction of the living room.

She looked at Tom. Then she went to the door and closed it. He turned to her when he heard the click of the lock.

“What are you doing?”

“We weren’t done.”


Tagging: @spideyontherun 

i really and truly resent grrm for not giving us a better idea of what the stark women were like without southern influences. esp pre conquest stark women who were married to the kings of winter. arya and sansa were raised in large part by a septa which is def atypical. those teachings were extensions of the seven which had no place in the north, prior to this generation. cat is a southerner and even ned was raised in the south and they both expect their daughters to learn the ways of that world. but without that ??? lyanna is the only other female character we have as an example and while she wasn’t allowed to use a sword (openly) she was far from “”ladylike”” like arya she’s described as being wild and boyish. theres no indication of embroidery in her upbringing but horseback riding. besides a lot of northern women do openly fight like the mormonts and the wildlings. 

i mean i dont think women of winterfell were all tomboys as a general rule but i do wonder how important a lot of the traditionally feminine pursuits we associate with ladies were to their roles and educations. were they expected to wear fancy dresses and sing or write poetry and embroider pretty things all while being gentle and sweet? i cant imagine so since this is a grim culture that revolves around a very harsh unforgiving land. the northerners are practical people. they dont like frivolousness. singers hardly even bother going up there, the only music the starks know is the howling of wolves ect. theres no grand septs with songs and few extravagant tourneys with knights. they worship in the forests and spend their time preparing ready for winter and the cold darkness. these were hard men so the women beside them would be harder too 

most of the northern women do seem to be more wild and willful as opposed to ladylike and courteous. we see this in arya and lyanna stark, wylla manderly and the mormont girls, meera reed and alys karstark, ygritte and val. in bran’s vision theres a woman who cuts a man’s throat and theres a reference to arya flint as being an adventurous climber. they fight, they ride, they don’t hold back. and right theres thats like 99% of the northern girls. 

so i think its pretty safe to say northern women tend to be more wild like the place they were born and raised in but i would still kill for a fully realized lady of winterfell who’s untouched by the south. mostly for arya’s sake. she thinks she’s unwelcome in her own place because the only female influences growing up were southern-like and they made her feel inferior. they expected her to be pretty and girly and….southern. but arya’s not a southern lady she’s a northerner. she needed a northern female elder who would’ve embraced her wildness instead of trying to tame it. too late for that now but i hope in the future she will realize that you can be a woman without being ladylike. i expect it’ll actually be a big part of her arc. and hopefully she will make friends with many of the above mentioned northern girls. because arya would have the baddest crew with meera and wylla and lyanna m. tbh. 

listen, I get that Allura isn’t perfect. she pushes the paladins and pushes them hard with no regard that they are (with the exception of shiro) no older than her. she ices keith out after finding out he’s part Galra. and she is generally quick to react with anger, especially in high pressure situations.

but she’s been through so much. She lost her planet, her family, her people, her culture. and now she’s being forced to lead a war when she’s just a kid. she had to sacrifice the last remnants of her father (his ai) for the sake of a war that she didn’t start. she was rejected by her father’s lion despite how strong she’s been and how badly she wants to follow in his footsteps. Not to mention she represses all her emotions instead of actually addressing them (which is probably why she iced Keith out in the first place) and has a tendency to ignore the individual over the whole.

she came face to face with the dead body of an Altean once she finally had hopes that she wasn’t the last of her race. and then she had to face the alternate alteans and the implication that there’s a reality where she filled Zarkon’s role. from the moment Allura woke up in episode 1, she has faced trauma after trauma and hasn’t been able to properly grieve because, again, she’s in the middle of a goddamn war.

she has every right to be angry and spiteful and vengeful and yet? she’s not. for the most part, Allura is entirely driven by empathy and a sense of duty to help others in need. At every turn she’s the one who insists they stop and help everyone who sends them a distress signal, she doesn’t care that it may be a trap and she doesn’t care that she would get to defeat Zarkon sooner if she didn’t. Because they are her priority. 

And she risks her very life for strangers on a regular basis. She goes down to the Balmera with enemies shooting at her–without a ship! and then she refuses to abandon them, instead giving them hope. Allura is, fundamentally and at her core a good person. An amazing person. She is only a teenager and yet she faces danger with bravery most Adults would not be able to muster.

Allura is a leader who fights alongside the others; even before becoming a paladin. She never asks of anyone else something that she herself would not do, and consistently puts the good of the universe above herself. 

so, yes, Allura has flaws. But those flaws make her more relatable to the audience and they’re invaluable to her character. And they most certainly don’t outweigh the good in her. So if you want to say Allura is “rude and racist” or “not a good person” then we’re gonna fucking throw down.

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Don’t Freak V

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

Steve Harrington x Reader

PART I | PART II | PART III | PART IV

PART V

AN: I AM COMPLETE TRASH. NO SURPRISE THERE.


Jonathan sat like stone, emotion vacant from his face while Y/N paced the living room.

Please say something,” She begged. Jonathan shrugged.

“I don’t know what to say,” Y/N sighed and nodded. A few moments passed before Y/N spoke again.

“He came by today,”

“What did he say?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t let him in,” Jonathan took a good look at her face, then laughed. “He tried talking to me through the mail slot in the door,” This had Jonathan full belly laughing. “Why are you laughing?” He had a grin on his face and shook his head in disbelief.

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sana and eva are bi and together and aren’t afraid as long as they have each other // not my pictures