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doctor who meme    [1/10] series:  s e r i e s  o n e

It’s like when you were a kid. The first time they tell you the world’s turning and you just can’t quite believe it because everything looks like it’s standing still. I can feel it. The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour, and the entire planet is hurtling round the sun at sixty seven thousand miles an hour, and I can feel it. We’re falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go…That’s who I am. Now, forget me, Rose Tyler. Go home.

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Another meme I won’t finish: Doctor who (2005) one gif per episode ★ Rose (01x01)

Do you know like we were saying, about the earth revolving? It’s like when you’re a kid, the first time they tell you that the world is turning and you just can’t quite believe it ‘cause everything looks like it’s standing still. I can feel it…  the turn of the earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour. The entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty seven thousand miles an hour. And I can feel it. We’re falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world. And, if we let go… That’s who I am. Now forget me, Rose Tyler. Go home.

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Do you know like we were saying about the Earth revolving? It’s like when you were a kid. The first time they tell you the world’s turning and you just can’t quite believe it because everything looks like it’s standing still. I can feel it. The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour, and the entire planet is hurtling round the sun at sixty seven thousand miles an hour, and I can feel it. We’re falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go… That’s who I am. Now, forget me, Rose Tyler.

Doctor Who Rewatch | gifset per episode | 1.01 Rose

Seven months. Sixty pages. My thesis, “Thorns and All”: A (Re)Examining of Fairytales, Women’s Roles, and Gender Norms, is finished.

I know I talked A LOT about this and probably annoyed a whole bunch of you, but I can’t thank you all enough for the support you gave me. Seriously, it helped keep me sane. 

Poetry Riot Prompt (Week One Hundred Sixty-Seven) 8 - 14 January

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every series of doctor who [1/9] →  series one

Do you know like we were saying, about the earth revolving? It’s like when you’re a kid, the first time they tell you that the world is turning and you just can’t quite believe it ‘cause everything looks like it’s standing still. I can feel it. The turn of the earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour. The entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty seven thousand miles an hour. And I can feel it. We’re falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world.

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“Say, where do you get all your money from?” you inquire.

Hoseok stops himself for a second, reluctant to reply. “I-I have another job…”

“What kind of job?”

“Something interesting—different. Don’t worry about it.”

Synopsis: You always wondered how your roommate made a ton of money out of the blue; you never expected that it was because he’s a prominent camboy.

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Pairing: Hoseok x Reader // camboy!hoseok + room mate!au

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7005

Includes: masturbation, dirty talk, orgasm denial, sub hoseok

A/N: julia and i roamed on one of sam’s blogs and ran into a certain vid… then this spiraled out *intense sweating intensifies*


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Hi I’m Patti Ann LuPone and I have short dark brown hair(it’s like a bowl cut) and deep dark brown eyes and a lot of people tell me that I am like Mama Rose (AN: if you don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I am in no way related to Mandy Patinkin but I wish I was cause he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m Italian but I wasn’t born in Italy. I’m also an actress, and I went to a performing arts conservatory called Juilliard in New York where I graduated at (I’m sixty-seven). I’m Italian (in case you couldn’t tell) and I don’t know how to dress myself. I love stealing from dressing rooms and I get all my clothes from them. For example today I was wearing a long leather jacket over yelllow polka dots and a long white skirt with white sandals. I was wearing black eyeliner and peach lipstick. I was walking onstage it was dark and poorly lit, which I was very happy about. A lot of people had their phones out. I put up my middle finger at them.

anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fic where: Ransom is a team physician and Holster is a referee. (They first met on the ice during a particularly physical Aces v. Falcs game?)

Prompt Free For All, Accepting until Sept. 1st! This fill brought to you by @omgpieplease‘s amazing Holsom sketchpage and ref!Holster sketches. 

Justin Oluransi, MD, has a complicated relationship with his job. One one level, he loves it. There’s something so pure about the rush of adrenaline when he has to run onto the ice and assess a situation. He loves hockey and he loves helping people, and being the team physician for the Providence Falconers allows him to do both. There’s just one part of his job that he hates: he’s only called in when something terrible happens. Fighting is expected - he’s sewn up more busted lips and tracked down more teeth than he can count - but injuries are always horrible to witness.

As much as Justin loves his job it’s never fun to see a player go down, especially now that he’s gotten to know the Falconers individually. It had been a little easier to watch them go down when he was still terrified to speak to them for fear of embarrassing himself (in his first conversation with Tater all he’d managed to say was hello and goodbye), but now that he counts them as friends instead of colleagues every time he rushes onto the ice there’s a heavy dread sitting in the pit of his stomach.

Justin’s particularly busy whenever the Aces come to town. He’s not sure what it is about the Aces and Falconers, but guys who aren’t at all prone to fighting tend to end up in the worst scrapes of all whenever their paths cross. It’s so bad that he’s kept even closer to the ice than usual, tucked almost on the bench itself instead of back in the halls underneath the stands. It’s only because of this vantage point that he sees him.

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obnoxious-gay  asked:

ok i have a hc that peter bought a trans flag badge at pride and stuck it to his backpack. but then when he leaves his backpack in some random alleyway he's like "what if i lose the badge" so he just sticks the badge onto his chest? and it's all well and good until someone takes a photo and posts it and it goes viral

“was it worth it, peter. i mean it’s great that spider-man is a trans icon now,” mj mutters. “but was it worth being outed to all new york, all because you wanted to protect your trans pride pin?”

she’s scrolling through article after article about how “is the spider-man transgender?” some of the articles are supportive and some are downright evil. she’s also wearing a t-shirt that has spidey’s mask on it printed in trans colors, they’re being sold everywhere online. peter’s lowkey bitter that he’ll never be able to get a profit from those shirts.

“um, yeah?? this pin cost me two dollars and sixty-seven cents???”

“you have five other trans pride pins, peter”

“yeah but i wanted that one too”

“this is how hoarders are born, you’re walking down a dangerous path”

My contribution for the prompt game with @tonystarkstoga. Short and a day later than usual but hey, it’s here now. Be warned, for ridiculousness awaits you!


I choose vodka,” Tony says, his voice deep and serious, leaving no room for doubts or arguments.

“What?”

At least there shouldn’t be room for them. Apparently New York’s newest, crazy, son of a bitch hasn’t gotten the message though. Too bad. Tony almost likes the guy. Or would, if it hadn’t been for the villains’ latest demands.

Tony sighs in exasperation. “I choose vodka,” he repeats, slower this time. He makes sure to convey just how stupid he believes–knows–them to be with his tone, just to piss them off.

He is loveable like that.

“How can you-” Floaty the Conqueror, or whatever his ridiculous bad boy nickname is, trails of in confusion.

“Well, you’ve given me the choice between my team mates’ life and the life of a little kid,” Tony comments with the air of a man who’s been handed a thousand demands just like this one in the last month. “There can hardly be a better choice for a drink then when facing a moral dilemma like this one, can there? They tend to be quite hard on the stomach, you know?” he adds reasonably. “Maybe you should read Kidnapping for Idiots, or else we’ll be having a lot of similarly embarrassing conversations in the future.”

“I suppose that- wait!” Floaty calls out in sudden realisation, “You’re just trying to distract me until you can free yourself!”

“I’m not.”

“You’re not?”

“I’m not,” Tony assures Floaty–and that name sounds too cute, now that he thinks about it, he’ll have to rename the guy or else fighting him will be difficult. “I wouldn’t waste both our times like that. I freed myself half an hour ago, while you were arguing with your bodyguard.”

Floaty pales rapidly and scrambles for his gun. “You’re bluffing!”

“I’m really not,” Tony calmly raises the gun in question. “On a completely unrelated note, you really should have read Kidnapping for Idiots first. I’ll be sure to have a copy delivered to your cell. It’s got an entire chapter dedicated to me, right under the bold DO NOT KIDNAP line. But I suppose experience is its own kind of teacher after all.”


Later: “Sixty-seven minutes? You’re losing your touch, Tones,” Rhodey shakes his head in mock disappointment.

“Nah,” Tony smirks, all smug satisfaction. “It was pretty fun, seeing Natasha dangling in the air like that, spitting mad but unable to do anything but plan murder. Poor Floaty though, I don’t think he’ll even make to the prison.”

Jason Todd/ Red Hood X Reader- Sugar Bribery

Yay!! I actually posted something!!!! Now that testing is over, I can finally stop stressing over tests and work on requests!!!  I may still only write one or two per week, but I really don’t know what I’ll do. Also, I’M SO CLOSE TO FINISHING ALL OF MY REQUESTS!!!!  I think I still have at least six, but I’ll check when I post the next request that was sent to me.

Warning: Sexual Themes (Literally only kissing)

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Won’t You Dance With Me

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem! Henderson!Reader

Word Count: 1, 122

Tags: @coltcas, @emmcfrxst, @iamplaguedwithideas (i hope ya don’t mind me tagging y’all in my first Steve fic)

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A/N: I know I’m super late on the drabble train here but I just love this boy so much~ Also.. THREE drabbles in ONE day??? I think I’m on some sort of roll?

*Y/M/N: your middle name (if you have one)


Originally posted by maxmayfield


“Tell me again: why did I agree to chaperone the middle school’s Spring Fling instead of going to our own?”

“Because I asked you to,” he smirks at you. “And because you loooooove me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Harrington,” you snort, playfully nudging his shoulder with yours.

If you’re being completely honest with yourself he’s not totally wrong; you knew he had his mind up about chaperoning to keep an eye out for your younger brother, and you didn’t really want to go to the high school dance with anyone else— especially since all your other friends had dates. Thus how you ended up at the Hawkins Middle School annual Spring Fling with Steve Harrington, watching your brother and his friends.

The music starts to slow down and all the tweens pair off on the dance floor. You look over at Steve and see that he shares the same worried expression you do as you both anxiously watch Dustin ask a girl to dance. At least at the Snow Ball, Nancy was kind enough to step in, but she was at the Spring Fling with Jonathan this time, and you’re pretty sure Dustin wouldn’t want to dance with his older sister— his clumsy older sister, nonetheless. The way he beams when the girl accepts and takes his hand to lead him to the dance floor makes your heart flutter. Steve lets out a cheer and you’re glad it isn’t louder than the music. You both lock eyes with Dustin from across the gym and he gives you a smile bright enough to light up the whole room.

Steve turns to you, his hand outstretched for you to take and asks in a gentlemanly tone, “May I have this dance?”

“Were supposed to be watching the kids, Steve.” You’re putting up a bit of a protest, but the small smile playing on your lips tells him otherwise.

He doesn’t say anything else, only a light smirk as you place your hand in his and he leads you to the center of the dance floor where you’re surrounded my middle-schoolers who are at least a head shorter than you. You let out a small chuckle at how cheesy this all is and it soon turns into a genuine smile when Steve’s arms wrap around your waist and you sway with him to the slow rhythm. Tilting you head up, you lock eyes with him and the only thing he can think of is how the colored lights seem to make your eyes twinkle brighter than they usually do.

“Thank you, Y/N— for coming with me tonight.”

“Of course,” You let out a small laugh, thinking about how he had lowered his Ray-Bans to give you the puppy-dog eyes. “ How could I not when you asked so nicely? And who would I have gone to our school dance with anyways?”

“Didn’t you turn down like three guys?” He raises an eyebrow at you, to which you let out an exasperated sigh.

“They don’t count; they’re all idiots like everyone else at that stupid schoo—”

“Look at you, Y/N Y/M/N Henderson, breaking hearts since ninteen-sixty-seven.”

“You’re an idiot too, Steve Harrington,” you deadpan. “But, you are a tolerable idiot, and one of my best friends, and the only person I could stand going to a school dance with.”

Gulping down the huge lump that formed in his throat upon hearing you call him your ’friend’, he figures there isn’t a better time than the present to bring this up, “What if we weren’t friends?”

“What do you mean?” You ask, eyebrows knit in confusion.

“I mean, what if we weren’t just friends?” There’s a slight stutter in your step as you realize where he’s going with this. “Would it be so bad?”

“Steve, I don’t know,” You avert your gaze and look all around the room— anywhere to avoid looking into his eyes. It’s not that you didn’t have feelings for him. No, that definitely wasn’t it, but his relationship with Dustin was so great that you’d never want to interfere with that. Your brother really looks up to him and if things between you and Steve would ever go south— you don’t even want to think about the strain it would put on that. You know you have to be selfless with your feelings, and not let them get in the way. So you make up what you think can pass as a decent reason, but what you know is a shitty excuse. Either way it all comes out a stuttering mess.“I-It’s not that I don’t like you, i-it’s just that- with everything that’s been going on; the upside down, and—”

“That’s a bullshit excuse, and you know it,” he cuts you off, seeing right through you. Well, you tried. Instinctively scanning the room for your brother, your eyes meet his and gives you a thumbs up with a wink as though to urge you to make a move. Hell, knowing Steve, he probably asked for Dustin’s blessing already. “Just give me one good reason why I shouldn’t pick you up tomorrow night and take you on the best date you’ve ever been on— a Steve Harrington guarantee.”

The only thing that comes out of your mouth is the breath you had been holding in because you can’t think of anything. What you are thinking of is that you’d be an idiot not to let the guy you have feelings for take you out on a date. Although, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t also a little because you were scared.

“All right,” you agree. Steve Harrington is very popular and has girls tripping over themselves to be the object of his affection, but he’s also kind, brave— sometimes recklessly at his own expense, and the most caring person you know. “But be prepared to get the talk from the little one over there,” you warn him, nodding your head to Dustin who is now much closer to the pair of you.

“It will be the best date of your life; a—”

“Steve Harrington guarantee,” you laugh with him. He subconsciously pulls you closer to him and his goofy smile is just so sweet that you find yourself pushing up on your toes to press your lips to his. The kiss barely lasts a second, but it leaves his stomach doing flips and wanting so much more. Although it’s killing him, he is in a gym full of middle school children and for you, he can wait.

So for now, he rests his forehead on yours and continues to lead you in slow circles when a voice from behind you interrupts the moment, “Keep your hands above the equator, Harrington!”

keeping count (losing count)

This started as a headcanon, but got a little long for bullet-points, so here we go. A little meandering from my tired brain on Flintwood. I don’t do Valentine’s Day, so this is belatedly in lieu. Dedicated to the lovely Flintwood squad at large.

Premise: Marcus uses numbers to manage anxiety. He keeps count of their kisses. One day, he slips, and he says the number out loud.


Kissing Oliver is always different each time for Marcus. He keeps count, and he isn’t sure if it’s because he doesn’t know how else to cope, or if it’s because each one bears remembering. It might well be both. Numbers help him to keep the chaos in his head ordered in the same way that Quidditch strategy does. He’s never told anyone. He never plans to.

There’s the first time, when their blood is boiling mid-argument; there’s a cut on Oliver’s lip and Marcus’ eye is swollen from where the other punched him. Oliver’s mouth tastes like blood when he closes in, firstly just wanting him to shut up, to stop talking, to stop being so tempting and beyond reach, to just stop, but then Oliver yanks his head back and bites his lower lip, turns what should have conquered him into silence into yet another challenge. Marcus is really, really bad at resisting challenges. As it turns out, he’s even worse at resisting them when they come in the form of a Gryffindor Quidditch captain, whose hair is always a mess and who, as it turns out, makes not kissing him seem like a sin.

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Stone Cold Sober

Who: Chris Evans
What: Inspired by Say You Won’t Go by James Arthur

“I’m so in love with you
And I hope you know
Darling, your love is more than worth its weight in gold
We’ve come so far my dear
Look how we’ve grown”

“I wanna live with you
Even when we’re ghosts
‘Cause you were always there for me
When I needed you most”

It had been a rough year.

Chris was in way over his head with everything that he had signed up for. In the sense of trying to juggle his work life with his personal life. He thought he could handle both but his personal life just seemed to slip through his fingers. It had been a few months since he had spoken to his sisters and brother and even longer with his mother. It was rare for him to get lost in his work. Chris had always stressed that family was important in keeping him grounded. 

He knew his family would understand, because this was what he wanted to do. This was who he was. Chris hardly felt guilty when it came to his family because in the end, he knew that they would always be there for him. The only person he was worrying about was [Y/N]. Chris felt as if it had been an entire year since he got to sit down with her and talk about random things, the kind of conversations he fell in love with. 

And in retrospect, it had been a year since their last dinner date. 

Chris had captured [Y/N]’s attention about four years ago and despite their very busy schedules, they always made time for each other. They had an understanding. Work came first because anyone that was part of the film industry knew that whether or not they wanted to admit it. Work was number one until it was time to dock it further down the list. And they had both agreed that day would come when children were involved because [Y/N] was just as passionate about kids as he was. 

But, it had been sixty-seven days since he had physically seen [Y/N]. And he craved her touch, her kisses, the way she’d dig her nails into his back, and more importantly her laugh. Chris wasn’t entirely romantic, he had good intentions but it just wasn’t him and he loved that [Y/N] didn’t expect much. Because when he would, he’d get her a single flower and present it to her with a kiss and a sincere, “I love you so much.” And it reminded her just how much she loved him, not that she really ever needed a reminder. 

So, here was. In the middle of their kitchen. A little white stuffed bear holding a single red rose with a bottle of her favorite wine sitting on the counter top. Chris had managed to get off a few days earlier than he thought and he wanted to surprise the love of his life. He forgot what it felt like to be happy in the arms of his girlfriend. He heard the jingling of keys, sitting up straight, he waited for her to enter the kitchen. 

To say Chris startled her was an understatement. [Y/N] thought her heart was about to leap out her chest. Clutching her chest and leaning against the counter, she gasped. “Holy shit.” Regaining her composure, she spotted the stuffed animal and wine, “I thought you weren’t coming home until Thursday?” 

He moved towards her, cupping her face in his hands. Relishing her scent and warm cheeks. “I wasn’t until I moved a few things around.” Chris kissed her gently, “I missed you, bug.” 

She chuckled at the sound of her nickname, how she got it was beyond her knowledge. “I missed you too.” Wrapping her arms around him, she squeezed him tight. “I’m glad you came home early, we would have only seen each other for less than a day before I would have to go out to New Zealand.” [Y/N] would be lying if she said that she didn’t hate this past year. It was hard not seeing Chris for more than a week before the either of them would have to run off to the other side of the world. But relationships were all about compromise and commitment and she’d be damned if she was going to let the only man she ever loved slip from her fingers because of distance. 

He pressed a kiss to her head, “I’ve been thinking about us.” 

[Y/N] wasn’t sure if she liked the tone in his voice, pulling slightly away, she frowned. “Do I need a glass of wine for this?” 

Chris laughed, his hand reaching for that signature spot. “Baby, no, it’s not a bad thing but I wouldn’t say no to a glass.” 

Turning her frown upside down, she nodded and pulled away from him completely. In a few quick seconds she was back with two glasses and a bottle opener. She handed him the opener and graciously took the bottle from his hand once he popped the cork. Pouring a generous amount in each glass, they toasted to finally spending time together. 

“Now, what’s got that mind thinking?” She asked.

Taking a sip, he gave a gentle smile. “I miss us. I thought I could handle us and work but I don’t think I did a very good job.” 

“You didn’t but you know I don’t mind.” Frowning, she shrugged. “I mean I would have liked to see you more but I understand. It comes with the job, you know. We both knew what we were getting into when we snuck off that night.” [Y/N] reminiscence back to that night where the two of them got so unbelievably drunk at an after-party that they ended up in her hotel room with their clothes all over the floor. She had never met someone that she could get along with so well then Chris. They instantly clicked when they were sober and things got even better when they were drunk. It was inevitably once the pair finally met, it was almost like love at first sight. 

“Yeah, but that’s the thing.” Chris groaned. He set down his glass of wine and cupped her face again, his body pressing against hers which caused her hips to collide with the counter. “We work way too much. I almost forgot what it felt like to be with you. If we weren’t face-timing or texting, it was almost as if I was single. Not that I went out, because you know I didn’t but that’s what it felt like. I don’t fucking like it. 

I’ve been with you for four years and hell, [Y/N] it’s been the damn best four years of my life. It’s unreal how lucky I am to have you. I love you so fucking much that you have me wrapped around your fingers.” He let his hands fall from her face and to her waist. “I want to focus on us, I want to feel us, I want to feel you. Work is just work but when I’m with you, it’s like a whole nother world.” 

[Y/N] looked in his eyes, searching for some kind of explanation for this. “So let’s focus on us. Let’s take a vacation.” 

Chris shook his head, “No, baby. I want to marry you.”

[Y/N] choked a little, had she heard him right? Did Chris just say that he wanted to marry her? “Marry me?” She asked in disbelief.

Chris laughed again, throwing his head back. “Yes, baby. You.” He pulled her in close, nipping her lips for a moment. “You and I have been to hell and back. You were there for me whenever I needed you. And I like to think that I’ve done the same for you. I don’t want to do that for anyone else but you. I want to wake up every single morning knowing that I have you for the rest of my life. I want to rush home from the airport because I know I’ve got my favorite girl waiting for me with our kids. I want to start this life with you, [Y/N]. No one else. I want to love you with every bit of my soul because being away from you this past year was rough.

And I don’t know if doubts ran through your head or not but I want you to know that I don’t ever want to see you walk out our door with your bags packed for good. I can take it if you’re leaving me to come right back when you’re finished with work but never for good.” He placed a tender kiss on her lips, breathing her in. “I love you so much.” 

[Y/N] melted into his kiss, her hands gripping his upper arm. “I love you so much.”