shove him

Sand// c.m

Kinda requested by: @watch-the-whole-world-disappear

“Please.” I asked, once again. “No, for the sixteenth time, no. I don’t want to go to the beach.” Connor spoke in a firm but gently voice, despite me obviously annoying him. I kmew he didn’t want to go, but I didn’t know why. “Connor, please. At least give me a reason.” He shrugged before placing a soft kiss on my forehead, “because.” I rolled myself and shoved him off. I grabbed his hand and gave him a pleading look. “I’ve been waiting to go on this trip for months, and you promised.” I gave him my fake ’ I’m going to cry because of you’ look. “Nuh-uh, don’t give me that-” he looked at my eyes and made a face before hissing, “fine. ” My e/c eyes lit up. I made an excited noise and wrappes my arms around his neck, “thank you.” I placed a kiss on his lips before I pulled away.


“I hate this.” He mumbled sitting in the sand beside my big ass beach towel that I was lying on. “Shush, it’s fun, beside we only have to stay until sundown.” He groaned and threw a handful of sand towards the water. I laughed at his childish movement, causing him to cock an eyebrow at me. “Are you laughing at my agony?” I covered my mouth, trying to surpress a laugh. He stood up, “you asked for it, y/n.” He placed two sandy hands against my waist and lifted me. I gasped as i realised he was getting closer to the water. “No! Connor, do not thro-” Ice water slammed into my back. Sharp pain filled my lungs as I inhaled all of the water I could. I swam to the surface to see a very giggling Connor standing infront of me. My fit of coughs cut off his laughter, his hand collided with my own as he pulled me up. “Are you okay?” He asked, his voice laced with genuine concern. I nodded, still coughing. I made a motion that caused Connor to exclaim, “YOU SWALLOWED A SEA HORSE, COOL! THROW IT BACK UP.” The day came to end, much sooner than expected. We were on the way back to the Murphy house when Connor put his hand on my knee. I looked at him and his eyes flickered from me to the road as he spoke, “thanks for forcing me to come. I had…fun?” I laughed a bit and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Thanks for coming, Con. We should do it again sometime.” “Hell no.”

TMNT 2012 WEEK - DAY 4 - 5 turtle

Upps, forget to upload this yesterday.
Casey is one of my favorite humans on this show. He actulyl has a very intresstign chracter and turly. He could had intresstign story if 2012 didn´t decide to push him aside in favor of fuckign shipping fanservices. Still salty how to simpyl shove him aside. Just for…well you know

hope you enjoy

anonymous asked:

Your tags on that video of Louis with a fan are so spot-on. Especially the touching part, I didn't pay much attention at first glance but then read your tags and watched it again, and it made me so uncomfortable

Hi, anon. Yeah. It’s uncomfortable to watch. You don’t go around touching strangers or acquaintances like that, I presume. And even if you “know” Louis, he doesn’t know you. You’re a stranger to him, and you should be thinking about him feeling comfortable and safe. But what can you expect when these stalker ‘fans’ are OK with him being shoved in front of a group of strangers and paraded around to take picture after picture for them to show off and feel important, like it’s some sort of accomplishment to hound a person and be complicit with his abusive team, who sets these up as a substitute for actually doing anything for him and to validate the stunts?

Louis is very patient and too sweet, but at most this kind of thing should be sporadic and a complement to other aspects of his job, not a third of his public presence. It shouldn’t be stunting, stalker service, and then, as a bonus, actual relevant interviews, appearances, and performances. It breaks my heart to see the forced smiles and the blank eyes all too often.

I feel like a bit of a hypocrite after this rant, having the pictures on my blog. But I’m weak.

At least he looks happier this morning. But he should be getting more opportunities to be happy and excited with his career, and he should be able to share that with us on his terms, and not through stalkers.


The doorbell rings and Amber scrambles for the door but Todd gets there first.

“Hey Artie,” he says, and Amber shoves him to the side and stands in the doorway.

“Hiii,” she says, and Artie looks amused.

“You and him really are like siblings, huh?”

“That would be why he’s at my house at 10 in the morning,” Amber says matter-of-factly. “Anyway, come in!”

She leads Artie in past Todd and they’re barely around the corner from the door when Todd says, “Oh, hello,” and Jenny says “Todd?”

Amber runs back around the corner and Jenny’s standing in the open door, looking confused.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, and Amber pushes him out the door.

“He’s going home, is what he’s doing,” she says, and she walks him out to the driveway. “Bye, Todd.”

“Are you really so desperate to see me leave?” Todd asks, putting a hand over his heart dramatically. Amber shoves him again and he stumbles and laughs.

“Bye, guys!” he says, turning and presenting a wink to Amber–who almost pushes him again–and turning back to sprint across the street.

“He lives across the street from you?” Jenny asks.

“Yeah,” Amber says. She doesn’t add that she lives there, too. She turns back around to face Jenny and Artie, who are both standing a little behind her. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

They do and Amber shows them around, then they stop in her room and all sit down.

“So what’s up?” Amber asks, and Jenny says, “Not much,” and Artie takes a deep breath and says, “I have something to tell you guys.”

“What is it?” Amber asks.

“Well,” Artie says. “Well. R-remember how I asked about LGBT+ stuff?”

“Vaguely recall,” Jenny says dryly, and Amber has a sudden vision of Artie coming out as gay and falling in love with Todd.

“W-well,” Artie says for a third time. “I asked because…it’s personal. Um.”

“It’s okay if you’re gay,” Amber blurts, then she claps her hands over her mouth because she really doesn’t want to ruin Artie’s moment.

He blinks.

“I’m–that’s not–uh–I’m bi,” he says finally.

“Cool,” Jenny says.

“Yeah,” Amber agrees, moving her hands from her mouth.

“That’s not what I meant to say,” Artie says, frustrated. “I mean, I am bi, but I wanted to tell you something else. Um. God.”

“It’s okay,” Amber says gently.

“Right,” Artie says, taking a deep breath. “I’m trans. I’m a girl.”

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Gandalf did you realise that the transition from ranger to King of Gondor was a PRETTY FREAKING BIG ONE

EDIT: guys please stop leaving snide comments trying to educate me on whether or not he was ready, this was just a bit of fun, sheesh. Can’t believe I actually had to say that)

So imagine that one day Harry and Draco are arguing in an abandoned corridor (like they always do) and Draco has Harry shoved up against the wall and they’re breathing heavily and Harry just says offhand, “What are you gonna do, Malfoy? Kiss me?”

And to both their surprise, Malfoy lunges forward and does just that. It’s rough. It’s desperate. But after a moment they stop. And they’re just standing there glaring at each other. Like their both so pissed that they did that.

Harry shoves Malfoy off of him and says, “Always knew you were a poof” and Malfoy snarls back, “Like you weren’t begging for it, Potter.” They walk in opposite directions and don’t talk about it again.

A few days later Malfoy is reading a Potions textbook in the eighth year common room and Harry flops down on the sofa beside him and proceeds to lay his messy, unwashed, fresh-from-Quidditch-practice hair on Malfoy’s lap.

Everyone around them stops what they’re doing to see what will happen. But neither Draco nor Harry make any comment and act like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Harry closes his eyes and acts like he’s gonna fall asleep. And Draco keeps reading his book.

After about five minutes Draco finally snaps, “When was the last time you washed your hair, Potter? I’ll have to throw these trousers out after this.”

And Harry, without opening his eyes, yawns and says, “Anything to get you out of them, Malfoy.”

“Look who’s a poof now.”

“Says the one with a hard on from just my head in his lap.”



“Fuck off, Potter.”

Then Harry yawns again and Draco turns back to his book.

And then Harry legit falls asleep still with his head in Draco’s lap.

In Charms later that week, Malfoy insists on being Harry’s partner. They fight and say the nastiest things to each other the entire time. After class, they’re still fighting, but holding hands all the way to the Great Hall for lunch. When they part ways, Harry scowls and makes an obscene hand gesture while Malfoy gives him his best derisive sneer.

A few nights later, Harry wakes up to find Malfoy cuddled up to his side, fast asleep.


No response.

Malfoy.” he whispers a bit louder.

He prods the other boy’s shoulder who then wakes up with a start and immediately looks pissed.


“How long have you been here?” Harry can’t help asking.

“Does it matter? Go back to sleep. It’s two in the morning for fucks sake.”

Malfoy lies back down, curling himself around Harry again, and closing his eyes.

Harry rolls his eyes, but then looks down at him for a moment. He can’t see too well in the dark and without his glasses, but Malfoy’s blonde hair and pale skin almost seem to glow. He can just make out the peaceful look on his face and for the first time ever, he sees Malfoy as Draco. An 18-year-old kid.


Malfoy looks up, thoroughly annoyed. But before he can say anything, Harry catches his lips in a deep kiss. It’s open. It’s hot. It gains speed quickly. But all the while, still soft. And sweeter than Harry would have ever thought anything could be with Draco Malfoy.

Harry pulls away suddenly and lays his head back on his pillow. Slightly breathless and with a small smile on his lips he whispers, “Fuck.”

Malfoy snorts and says, “You wish.”

Jughead is asexual, keep your hetero-drama mitts off him, Riverdale.


There’s nothing childish about caring.