so i have this huge crush on this woman

Seduction Assist

Context; Same session as “Intimidation is key to Seduction”. This is an Overwatch-based session, and we have just met Zarya - a Goliath woman - who challenged us all to a spar. Now, my half-elf Ranger is a huge Lesbian Disaster™ and decides she wants to seduce the woman that could crush her with two fingers. Our Halfling Rogue, Halfling Cleric, and our Air Mephit Bard decide to help doing so.

Robin: (Rogue) I cover her eyes by jumping up her back!

Fenley: (Cleric) And I sweep her off her feet.

DM: Alright, Robin roll me Dexterity, and Fen roll me Athetics. (Robin rolled a 17, and Fenley a 15. Zarya failed her dex saving throw) Alright, she is toppling over and falling. You gonna go catch her, Adrie?

Adrie: (Me) Oh, definitely. I have a -2 on strength though, the only way this is gonna work is if I Nat20 it. [proceeds to roll a Nat20] Oh.

Windy: (Bard) [barely stifled laughter while the rest of the group hollers]

DM: [laughing] Alright, you just catch her in your big womanly arms, and she lands right in your lap. What now?

Me: (OOC) Honestly, I didn’t think I’d get this far. Help me out y'all. Help the twig hook up with the mountain of a woman.

Windy: Hm.. Oh! Pretend you’re hurt and that you have to go see Mercy.

Me: How– Oh, I get it. Perfect.

(Shenanigans happen, and Robin and Fenley have to roll persuasion rolls that I am simply too hurt to be treated by the - very capable - Cleric)

DM: Adrie, I’m gonna need you to roll me either a Deception or a Performance check to convince her.

Me: (OOC) Oh man.. I’m horrible at both! Well, here goes nothing. [rolls a Nat20 in Performance] Oh my god. The dice are with me!!

At that point, the entire party began laughing and hollering again.

DM: Alright, I think we can leave it at this point for this week. Since you’re all going out to drinks later in the session, maybe you can take her out to dinner then.

Me: [wheezing with laughter] Definitely.

The Summer Fling (Chapter 3) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Main Street, East Hampton”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: You guys thought I was joking about writing something about me hating that Dylan smokes… never think that I am kidding (except, always assume that I am kidding…). This will be a short series. I’m imposing a limit on myself. Whatever. Don’t read it. It’s dumb. This will likely be the only Dylan shit I ever write. Okay byeeee.

Additional Note: BIG UPS TO MY MAIN CHILD/WOMAN/HUMAN, @maddie110201 for keeping my pronouns in check. i love you, boo. 

Summary: Y/n is a spaz, and Dylan takes care of her, because, you know, he can probably relate. See gif below.

Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four

Originally posted by bilinskiobrien

You sat in front of your favorite breakfast café on a particularly quiet Wednesday morning on Main Street in East Hampton. The wrist loop for Trixie’s leash sat under the ball of your foot, as you balanced your chair on its back two legs, with only the foot that was covering the leash keeping you upright. You scrolled through your phone, done with the breakfast sandwich in front of you, until you noticed Trixie stand up from under the table.

“What’s up, Trickle?” You asked, noticing the gray dog’s ears perk up. “Trixie..?” You looked up at the sidewalk around you to see if there was another dog that had caught Trixie’s attention. “….Trixie…..?”

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WestAllen Stans Are Delusional

WestAllen fans think Barry and Iris have chemistry.

WestAllen fans think all Snowbarry shippers/people who don’t ship Barry and Iris are racist.

WestAllen fans don’t acknowledge that the actual reason 99% of people ship Snowbarry and dislike WestAllen/Iris is because of a lack of chemistry and Iris being a poorly written character.

WestAllen fans don’t realize that the majority of Snowbarry shippers, while we might not like Iris, we like/have absolutely nothing against Candice Patton. We recognize that an actress is not the character she plays

WestAllen fans don’t acknowledge the awkwardness of the pairing. It’s not actually incest, but it sure can be awkward when their dad walks in on them.

WestAllen fans don’t acknowledge the fact that Iris once said she and Barry were kind of like brother and sister even though they weren’t. Maybe Barry has never seen her as a sister, but she certainly has seen him as a brother.

WestAllen fans never acknowledge the fact that Iris made her decision to get with Barry because of “destiny”.

WestAllen fans think it’s okay that Iris tried to sabotage Barry’s relationship with Linda, saying that she was just starting to realize her feelings and that’s why she did it. Okay, so why didn’t Barry crash her and Eddie’s dates and tell Eddie things in an effort to break him and Iris up like Iris did with Linda? After all, Barry was very aware of his feelings for Iris, and yet with the exception of when Iris kissed him in an alternate timeline, he was always 100% supportive of her relationship. He even tried to convince Joe that it was wrong not to give Eddie his blessing to marry Iris.

WestAllen fans think how Iris emotionally abuses Barry in episodes like 3x15 and 3x16 isn’t toxic.

WestAllen fans hate Barry for maturely asking for some space, yet are totally on Iris’s side when she vindictively waits in the room for Barry to wake up after being stabbed by Savitar, show off her ring-less singers, and walk away.

WestAllen fans don’t acknowledge that Savitar isn’t a clone of Barry. He’s a future version of Barry, and guess what, he was willing to kill Iris.

WestAllen fans don’t acknowledge that while Savitar threatened to kill Killer Frost if Cisco didn’t help him, he tried to kill Iris twice and threatened to try a third time. If he’s willing to do that to the supposed love of his life, who’s to say he didn’t in his own way care about Frost despite threatening to kill her? At least he never tried like he did with Iris!

WestAllen fans say Savitar was just using Killer Frost, but it was only in this timeline that he needed her to help him take down the Black Flash. Before Barry went to 2024, Savitar wasn’t going to use Tracy to build the speed force bazooka earlier so he could splice himself throughout time, considering he still got trapped in the speed force by Barry. And guess what? He still worked with Killer Frost and never killed her in that timeline. If he had shown any inclination to not care about her/their partnership, she wouldn’t have said they made one hell of a team.

WestAllen fans ignore the amazing chemistry Barry and Caitlin have and were allowed to express in season one before the writers started keeping them apart to prop up WestAllen.

WestAllen fans get pissed when anyone sends Candice hate, (a rational/good thing to do), but ignore it/write it off as unimportant when someone sends Danielle or even Grant hate.

Some WestAllen fans go so far as to be Grandice fans, and while I have seen Granielle fans too, I have yet to see one of them openly bash Grant and his fiancee LA. It might happen, but until I see it, I can’t say for sure. I think the Grandice fans are far more extreme and they have for sure bashed Grant and LA because they want Grant to get with Candice.

WestAllen fans start frothing at the mouth anytime someone even criticizes how Iris’s character is written, and yet I have seen them talk about wanting Caitlin to die and they expect no one to bat an eye at that.

WestAllen fans hate Savitar for trying to kill Iris in an act of self-preservation considering if she didn’t die, he would never be born. He even said so to Killer Frost and the moment she survived, the paradox began to catch up to him. And yet, none of them batted an eye when Iris shot Savitar in the back with a gun right in front of Barry. Sure, she was trying to save him, but if they sympathize with her shouldn’t they also sympathize with his plight? After all, he is Barry. Oh, wait, they only care about Iris. My bad.

WestAllen fans think Iris saved Barry just like she does when she shot Savitar, and she technically did, yet they all seem to forget the fact that she also killed Barry in front of him.

WestAllen stans think Barry didn’t care about any of the other relationships he was in. But Barry really had feelings for Felicity and even called her from Central City to tell her if she ever wanted to date someone other than Oliver, that he would be on time. He liked Linda a lot, but Iris was there interfering the whole time, so Barry and Linda sadly never stood a chance. Sucks, because I thought Linda was cool. But, we know Barry really wanted it to work and really did care about the relationship considering after Iris’s interference, Barry was willing to eat that horribly hot pepper in an effort to convince Linda that he really wanted the two of them to stay together. And then Barry really loved Patty. He got his eyesight back after kissing her, went on a literal blind date with her because he really didn’t want to cancel, told her he loved her, there was a deleted scene where they made love and he ran out to get her ice cream, he was open to exploring something new even though Iris was his first love and wasn’t even thinking about his feelings for Iris when he was dating Patty, he wanted to tell Patty he was the Flash, he loved her enough to let her go so she’d be safe, and he had nightmares about Zoom killing her because she was the person he loved and he knew Zoom would go after the people he loved most. It wasn’t nightmares about Iris dying he was having. It was Patty. Snowbarry shippers and non WA shippers don’t deny that Barry loves Iris, and yet, I have seen so many WestAllen stans act like Barry hasn’t cared about any of his past love interests at all when that’s a blatant lie.

WestAllen stans are going to accuse me of using their tag even though I put this in the anti tag. Learn to use the hashtag. If you show up here with your hate, you will be blocked. If you come at me with foul language, death threats, and false accusations as you have in the past, you will be reported WestAllen stans.

WestAllen fans call their ship healthy despite everything I have listed.

WestAllen fans are going to come along and deny everything I have said because they are delusional and only see things through their shipper goggles.

And WestAllen fans think Snowbarry shippers are the delusional ones! Honestly, most people who ship Snowbarry are pretty sure it’s never going to happen by now. It doesn’t matter to us, though. Why should we stop shipping our ship just because it isn’t canon? I didn’t stop shipping Zutara, Dramione, or Harmony because of Kataang, Maiko, and Romione, so why would I stop shipping Snowbarry? So, how exactly are Snowbarry shippers delusional if we aren’t saying constantly how our pairing is for sure going to happen and that Barry doesn’t love Iris? 

Also for any wayward Westallen fan who comes along to bother me, before you call me racist like I know you’re going to despite the fact that my post was not racist at all, take another look at my blog and you will see that my favorite character on the 100 was Lincoln, a black man, I love Bonnie, a black woman, from the Vampire Diaries and Bonenzo was my OTP, I’m writing a book where my female lead is a black woman, and not only did I have a huge crush on a black boy in my freshman year of high school, but my first boyfriend was Mexican. So, shut your traps when it comes to race. And if you try to say that my pointing out that I have loved POC is racist as so many people do, then I don’t know what’s wrong with you honestly. How the hell is it racist to say that I have loved people of color? It’s not like I’m one of those people who says they have friends who are people of color after making a racist slur; I have never made a racist slur in my life and nothing about my post was racist. And I didn’t love these people because they were people of color. That just happened to be their race. All you have to do is be a good person and I can like you. Race means nothing to me. You have to realize, my parents never taught me about other people’s prejudices. I didn’t know prejudices existed until I learned about them in school. I was appalled when I found out that people discriminated against each other for something like race. Because of the way I was raised, I don’t have a racist or bigoted bone in my body. I look at who people are as people, what their personalities are, how they treat others, and then I make a decision as to whether or not I would want to be their friend/continue being their friend. I don’t look at skin color at all.

anonymous asked:

Hi :) do you think levi had any sort of relationship with a man or woman when he was in the underground or like one night stands and such?with the way he looks it won't be a surprise if he did I'm sure girls were all over him. I llove the theories you make BTW

That awkward bean who couldn’t properly introduce himself? 


I’m sure that has been said before but I do believe that levi is a virgin

I also believe that he is gay or asexual so I don’t think he had any kind of affair with any woman before, I mean he chose tea over a free opportunity to have sex

You would think he’s so smooth and dangerous by the way his hand was reaching out her way 

Only to discover that he’s an idiot whose only obsession is tea 

Joking aside, I don’t think Levi was involved with anyone before, Petra had a huge crush on him and he never noticed, she worked under him for years and he never noticed her obvious affection, she even thought about marriage which means she was serious about him but he was as oblivious as Eren, or maybe he did notice but didn’t want to hurt her 

What makes me believe that he had never paid attention to women was Isayama’s tweet about Oluo marrying Petra hadn’t they died, which means she would’ve given up on Levi at some point cuz he was not interested 

That and I’m sure that if he ever thought about having sex he would ensure that his partner meets his high standards of cleanliness and personal hygiene after many thorough investigations 

Thank you ^_^ and it’s not a theory really it’s just my humble opinion

Rant abt me and my sexuality + compulsory heterosexuality

Listen, I’m not expecting anyone to read or respond to this. It’s long as fuck but I needed to write out my feelings. 

Ever since I was a lil kid I think I’ve always known there was something gay about me. But at the same time, I didn’t know? If that makes sense. It’s like, it was there, but I didn’t realise it was gay until I realised I was gay. 

I came out as bisexual to my family/friends in 2015 and since then I’ve had a gf (who is now an ex) which sorta helped people just… find out I wasn’t straight (which funnily enough still didn’t help some people realise). But now, in 2017 and the months of 2016 leading up to it, I’ve started questioning my sexuality again. And this time feels a lot more difficult. When I came out as bi I  was pretty solidly sure about it for a while. But now I’m thinking I could be a lesbian and it’s so difficult to work out. And it sounds silly because it really doesn’t sound like it should be so difficult, but it is?! 

I began questioning it when I realised that my relationships with men have never worked out. I’ve always felt uncomfortable and out of place in them and I’ve cut off the relationship. But when I was with my girlfriend, it all seemed so much better. I was comfortable with her. I talked to her, I was okay with affection; I really wasn’t with guys. It felt so wrong to me. 

A few months ago in my drama class, I was having some ‘banter’ with a guy friend who likes throwing me around and picking me up because I’m so small. A few girls in the class immediately came over to me once he left and started asking me questions like ‘What’s going on with you two?’ ‘He likes you!’ and I assured them we were just friends. Later I told my friends about this encounter and they told me that they were shocked I hadn’t seen it myself. However, I stayed confident he didn’t like me like that. But it led me into thinking of what it would be like in a relationship with him. Just thinking about it made me feel weird and strange. So then, I thought about a relationship with any guy. And it just didn’t give me a warm, excited feeling like being with a woman does. 

Then, an ex approached me after school. He was nice, funny. I’d split up with him after a week. He got the bus home with me and it was nice to catch up. And when I got home he’d messaged me. He started saying how he’s missed us speaking and how we should go out sometime. And then I felt it. The uncomfortable feeling I feel whenever a guy shows interest in me. He keeps texting me and without sounding narcissistic, it’s clear he’s into me. But I always feel this dread when his name pops up on my notifications. 

I know compulsory heterosexuality exists. Maybe that explains my crushes on unattainable celebrity males in the past that I’ve never actually felt the desire to date or have sex with. I don’t think I’ve ever had the desire to have sex with a man. 

I’ve had crushes on guys before. But the thought of it actually working out does not appeal to me. But whenever I think about my future I know I want to be married to a woman. I want a huge gay ass wedding with a wife. 

For now, I’m identifying as a lesbian. Just to myself. And once I’ve really figured it out I’ll come out again if I need to. But having this blog has been a really helpful way of projecting all of my feelings into what I post and reblog so thank you for putting up with my posts because it honestly helps me so much. 

A new start, part 5

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2793

Warnings: Language and fluff

Part 1  part 2  part 3  part 4


Chris stared at you in total shock.  His answer felt like a punch to the stomach.  Your mind whirling with what felt like rejection.  Stomping off to the kitchen you pulled an open bottle of wine out of the fridge and poured a rather large glass for yourself.  He stood in the same spot in the living room unsure of what to say.

“Just go home Chris. I’m sorry I said anything.  It won’t affect work or the movie, okay? But please go.”  It was difficult to look at him so you just concentrated on your glass as you stood at the kitchen island.  He walked into the kitchen slowly, as though he were afraid to startle you.

“I don’t want to go, [Y/N]. I was just surprised to hear you say that.  I mean, come on, why would you, this amazingly talented and wonderful woman, want a dork like me?  I have had this huge crush on your since walking into that trailer.  Holy shit, I think my heart stopped when I saw you.” You looked up quickly at him.  Not sure if you could believe the words that were coming out of his mouth.  “I knew I couldn’t act on them.  You had been so hurt by that asshole and you needed a friend.  So I wanted to try to be that friend.  You know what?”  You shook your head at him.

“What?”  Chris had moved close but stopped before getting too close.

“We became good friends. It felt good.  I knew I couldn’t have more than that with you but I was happy, am happy being your friend.”  Letting go a breath you had been holding.

“So you mean you just want to stay friends?”  He put up his hands quickly.

“No, no.  Not what I mean.  Shit, what the hell am I trying to say?  [Y/N] I meant I don’t want you to think that I only became your friend because I wanted to take advantage of it.  You have become a real friend.”  You canted your head looking at him as you leaned against the island.

“So, you are my friend. And again it sounds like you just want to be my friend.”  A look of confusion on your face.  Chris raked his hand through his hair.

“Fuck.  This is not coming out right.  I am nervous as hell right now and my brain obviously can’t get my mouth to say anything right.  Okay, let me try again.”  Taking a long pull from the wine glass, you stared at him.  The sweet taste and bubbles helping to settle your stomach that was doing flips as Chris paced back and forth in front of you.  “[Y/N], I like you a lot.  I have since day one.  I was lucky enough that you let me become your friend.  But I want more.  I want to be more than your friend.  I want you to see that there are guys out there that aren’t lying, cheating fuckers.  Well maybe not other guys out there, but see that I am not like that.”  You laughed as he fumbled through what he was trying to say. Finally getting to the point.

“So if I understand you now, you like me?”  He laughed quietly taking a tentative step closer.

“Yes.  I like you.”

“What do we do then?” Crossing your arms over your chest, you looked back at him.  Chris shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

“Maybe we should go out. See how things go, being more than friends.  Like normal people.”  You bit your lip as though you were thinking very hard over the offer.  When truly, you were trying not to throw up.  Your heart furiously in your chest.

“I think that is a good idea. When?”  

“Tomorrow?  I know you are off the afternoon.  I should be done by six.  Maybe pick you up here by seven?”  

“Seven is good.  So tomorrow?”  He nodded, as everything felt a bit awkward now.  Why did it have to be awkward?  This man had been your friend for the last several months.  You had told him things you had not told anyone else. Now, it was awkward.

“Yes, tomorrow.  Umm I should probably go.  It’s late and umm yeah.”

“Yes it is… late.”  

“Okay, see you tomorrow, [Y/N].”  He walked towards the door.  You followed behind, to see him out.  As he opened the door, he turned back startling you and causing you to bump into him.

“Oh sorry.  I wasn’t….”  Chris laughed, relaxing his stance.

“Can I hug you at least? I have missed you this weekend. Not talking to you since last night sucked.”  A flush of blood surged to your cheeks and you smiled shyly.

“Yeah you can hug me. I missed you too Chris.  It was just… hard to concentrate on my thoughts about you when you were right there.  I needed a step back for a moment.”  He took the moment to step forward with his arms out, enclosing them around you in a tight hug.

“I understand that now. I’m sorry for acting like an ass. But I promise I will make it up to you tomorrow.”  Returning the hug you squeezed tight.  It felt good in his arms.  You wanted to continue the feeling but he slowly pulled back.  His face gave the impression it was reluctantly.  “See you in the morning.”  Chris walked towards his car throwing a grin over his shoulder. You waved like an idiot as you leaned against the doorframe.  As he drove off the realization hit you that you were actually going on a date with Chris. Not just friends hanging out and having a pizza.  A real date.

“Fuck, what did I get myself into?”  Rubbing your face, you closed the door and went upstairs to get ready for bed.  It was going to be a long day tomorrow.

After a fitful sleep, two large cups of coffee and an hour in the hair and makeup chair you were ready to get work started for the morning.  The crew was setting up the shot as you sat in your chair waiting for the director to call you into the scene.  Your phone started going off with a FaceTime message.  Jake, for whatever reason, was calling.  “Yes Jake?  I’m kinda working here.”

“Well don’t you look all fancy ‘Miss I’mma super star actress.”  Rolling your eyes at him through the screen you asked again.

“What do you need Jake? I don’t have much time.”  He laughed as he moved the phone to show a beautiful black horse.

“Seems this girl right here needs a new home.  She is great with other horses and…”

“Yes.  I want her!  She is gorgeous.  How old is she?  Where did she come from?”  You excitedly sat up in the chair and squealed causing a few odd looks from those around you.  Jake laughed petting the horse’s nose.

“She is five and has all her papers and looks pretty healthy.  Going to have the vet check her out before I load her up in the trailer. I figured you would want her so he is already on his way.”  Your brother knew you well.  

“I hope Boots and Talladega like her.  Jake you are the best.”  

“I know, I know.  Glad you appreciate that.  Now did you tell that guy you like him yet?  You look like you are in a better mood.  Get a little something last night when you got back?” He wiggled his eyebrows with a smirk. You did not realize at that point in the conversation, Chris had walked up behind you, now he was trying not to laugh.

“Ugh, Jake you are worse than mom, you nosey ass.  I have to go. Send me the info when you get her home please.”  Turning the phone off, you did not wait for him to say goodbye.  You leaned back in your chair with a groan.

“So you told your family about me?”  Chris whispered in your ear, causing you to scream and jump out of the chair.  He had a wide grin on his face.

“You scared the crap out of me!”  He continued to grin at you.  It was infectious and you could not help but start to smile.  “And maybe.”

“Sounds like a yes.  I think I like it.  Don’t worry I told my mom, well she actually dragged it out of me, but she knows I have this giant crush on you.”  Laughing you turned to sit back in your chair. Chris came around to sit next to you.  He looked so handsome in old military costume.  Just looking at him made your cheeks flush.

“Fine, yes I told my brother and my dad.  Who probably told my mother.  They noticed how we were texting all weekend.  So they got nosey.”  A look of pure happiness crossed his face.  If you were telling your family there must be something there for you.  He tried to give you that nonchalant look again as he turned to watch the set.  It was not fooling you but you were not going to push the issue.

“So where are you taking me tonight?”  You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, trying to play him at his own game.

“It’s a surprise.  Don’t worry you’ll enjoy it.”  That did not give you any information.

“Well how am I supposed to know what to wear?”  That damn smirk of his appeared again.  

“Wear that red and blue swirled dress.  That looks gorgeous on you.”  You raised a brow at him.  If you remembered correctly, you had only worn that dress once during the whole time you had been in North Carolina.  

“Okay, if you like it that much.”  Before either of you could continue the director called you both to the scene. The morning was busy with trying to get as much done before the afternoon shots with Chris and change of location.

By the time the afternoon started to turn into evening, you were trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach.  Chris would be at the house in little less than an hour.  You had showered and pulled out the dress and sandals.  The things that were most difficult were your hair and makeup.  Makeup wise you did not want to look over done.  Not that you could ever do what the makeup artists did to you on a daily basis. You wanted to look like you, just a prettier version.  Once that was finished you worked on your mess of [Y/H/C] hair.  Finally getting it up into a loose but pretty bun.  The doorbell rang as you slipped into your sandals. Of course he was two minutes early. As you opened the door, looking at the man standing there it took a moment to remember to breathe.  Chris looked amazing in a khaki colored pair of dress pants and a white long sleeved dress shirt with the top button undone.  “Wow, [Y/N] you look… just wow.”

You beamed at him.  It felt good that he thought you were beautiful.  “Thank you. You look so handsome.  Let me grab my purse and we can go.”  He nodded sliding his hands into his pockets.  

The car ride started off quiet, both of you nervous and afraid to say the wrong thing.  “[Y/N] I’m sorry.  I don’t want this to be weird.  I want you to have a good time tonight.”

“I think you are worrying too much.  I always have a good time with you.  Remember we have been out so many times before.  They just weren’t technically dates.  So this should be easy.  Like before, just with more feelings.”  Chris looked over at you a moment as he tried to read your face.

“True.  Okay easy then.  Let’s try for that.”  You moved your hand over to his and squeezed to show him it would be all right.  But you did not expect him to squeeze back and hold tight to your hand.  He did not want to let go.  There went your heart; it was now somewhere lodged in your throat beating at ridiculous rate.  You wanted your hand to stay in his, so there you left it.  The smile he gave you as you did just that made your toes curl. Damn this man was going to kill you one way or another.  You felt like a school girl on a date with the football star.

The restaurant was situated on a grassy area that looked over the beach.  While there was dining inside Chris had reserved a table outside under the stars.  There was a small band playing with several couples dancing in the middle of the tables that were scattered about.  Twinkling lights ran the edges of the outside area.  It was beautiful, quiet, and just perfect.  With the wine ordered, he stretched his arm across the table and took your hand in his.  Your mind started over thinking everything again.  Like should you be feeling this way?  He was your friend.  Your friend who was now looking at you like more than a friend and was holding your hand. However, it felt good, it felt right.

“Stop trying to over analyze this, [Y/N].  It’s dinner. If you don’t like it then we will go back to being friends.  I promise.” Fear flashed in his eyes the moment he said it.  But he was a man of his word and would never force you to do something you did not want to.

“You know me too well. I’m sorry I know.  I over think everything.   But don’t think I don’t want to be here with you, I do.  It is just a big step for me.”  This time he was the one to squeeze your hand in reassurance.

“How about we not worry about it?  Let’s have a good time.  Tell me about your new horse.  You were so excited today.”  Chris knew what to say to distract you from yourself.  The conversation after that flowed easily just as it always had with him. You told him all about the new horse as well as your other two back home.  He went on to tell you stories of learning to ride for a movie years back then falling off and bruising his tailbone.  You laughed so loud you had to cover your mouth.  When the meal came each of you fed the other a bite of your meals just to try them out.  After finishing and chatting for a little while longer Chris stood up holding his hand out to you.  “Dance with me?”

You bit your lip nervously as you took his hand and stood with him.  He drew you alongside of him and out onto the dance floor.  Twirling you around first before he took you in his arms.  The two of you danced just staring into the others eyes.  It was then you realized this was how it was supposed to be.  This was the person who made the world look beautiful and bright.  You had spent the last four months getting to know him and becoming his friend.  Now there was more.  So much more.  Closing your eyes, you laid your head on his shoulder drawing close into his arms. Chris leaned his head against yours. Neither of you wanted to move.  However, after several songs, you knew it was time to go.

The ride home was similar to earlier in the quiet of it.  The difference though was the air about it all.  Both of your hands encircled his as he drove back to the beach house. He would look over at you for a moment and you would grin at him, causing him to return the smile.  When you arrived home he got out, opened your door, and walked you up to the house. “Do you want to come inside for a bit?  We can have a glass of wine.”  

“I want to.  But I think it’s best if I go home.  I am not going to rush this.  I want you to be able to see me as someone you want to be with and who will do anything for you.  Especially wait for you. I’m not in a rush nor am I going anywhere.  Remember that. I will call you in the morning if that’s all right.”  You nodded with tears welling up in your eyes.  This man did not know what he was doing to your heart.  Chris took your hand and kissed it before walking back to his car.  There you stood on the front porch watching until you could no longer see his taillights. It had been a wonderful night.  

“Oh shit, I have it bad….”

Part 6

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Mrs. Y/L/N - Regina Mills X Reader

Originally posted by rebeccamader

Regina x reader : where your best friend , Emma hacked Regina’s twitter account and changed her name into “Mrs.y/l/n” because she know that you and Regina like each other just to stubborn to admit it . Please and thank you   

Y/N: Your Name

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Y/N/N: Your nickname

You were writing a note to yourself, to remind for the fifth time you to buy eggs - god damn it Y/N - when your phone beeped.

Em: Yo loser.

You picked up your phone, rolling with your eyes when you saw the message. While you opened your mail on your laptop with one hand you typed back a response with your other hand. Multitasking!

You: What is it, idiot? You need food?

Em: Surprisingly not. I just ate. Grumpy brought food. I don’t know why.

You: Maybe he was in a good mood?

Em: Have you read his name.

You: All right, Mrs. Smart ass, what is it then?

Em: Can’t I message u without wanting something?

You: ….

Em: Fine. check out Regina’s twitter account rn.

You: Why would I. I’m busy.

Em: C’mon.

You: seriously em why? She never posts anything

Em: Please please please please please please please

You: Fine.

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anonymous asked:

Besides Loras is there any other evidence that Renly looked down on Brienne?

I don’t think and don’t remember that Renly ever treated Brienne with open contempt; he gave her the public honor of a rainbow cloak the moment she asked for it without sneering or even batting an eyelid at her being a woman, he let her carry his standard and help him don his armor; in other words, on the surface, he was courteous and respectful of her dignity and role as a member of his kingsguard. So I’ll credit him for that. This is also why it’s hard to find objective evidence of Renly looking down on her, since we don’t have his pov.     

We have however Catelyn’s impression of the Brienne/Renly dynamic, and it’s not positive:

The way she looked at the king - looked down at him, she was a good hand higher, though Renly was near as tall as his brother had been - was painful to see.

Brienne dropped to her knees. “If I must part from Your Grace, grant me the honor of arming you for battle.” Catelyn heard someone snigger behind her. She loves him, poor thing, she thought sadly. She’d play his squire just to touch him, and never care how great a fool they think her.

Brienne was on her feet as well. “Your Grace, give me but a moment to don my mail. You should not be without protection.” King Renly smiled. “If I am not safe in the heart of Lord Caswell’s castle, with my own host around me, one sword will make no matter… not even your sword, Brienne. Sit and eat. If I have need of you, I’ll send for you.His words seemed to strike the girl harder than any blow she had taken that afternoon. “As you will, Your Grace.” Brienne sat, eyes downcast.

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anonymous asked:

Listen I'm a white straight woman and I have a huge crush on DG!! She's beautiful and smart and talented and I can totally get why everyone on the cast likes her! Especially the men! She's charmed them all! I have seen pictures and video of AL, NR, JDM, DM, but after I saw a gif of her and Michael Rooker joking I was sold that she's a QUEEN!!

I know, right? She is so frustratingly charming. I spent all of two minutes with her, and she made me forget I was married, so I absolutely see why they’re all over her. And I’m so jealous that Andy gets paid to kiss up and rub up and feel up on her all the time. Like, sign me up? Please?

anonymous asked:

I have a huge crush on my bi friend, but I feel like I'm betraying her for having it and like I'm gross and creepy

first things first you need to ask yourself, how are you possibly betraying her for having a crush on her?

Just because shes also a wlw doesnt mean that youre suddenly not allowed to like her. Just so happening to like her, a bi woman, doesnt mean anything other than what it is.

Youre also not gross or creepy for having a crush on her either. Crushes are generally crushes. Theyre normal to have, and its not predatory to be a girl having a crush on another girl, no matter what that voice in your head may tell you.

Try looking inside yourself, unwork interalized lesbophobia and combat it too, with every negative thought that passes through.

best of luck to you

Dealings with a Devil (Part 22)

Dealings with a Devil (Part 22)

Reader X Darkiplier

You, Reader, have made a deal with what you believed to be a fantasized version of your favorite YouTuber’s alter ego, Darkiplier after he’d visited you in a dream. You believed Darkiplier to only exist in your dreams and on Markiplier’s YouTube channel, but by some impossible way he’s real and he intends on collecting on your debt to him.  

((Just as an FIY, Sean’s “fiance” is someone I made up and for the sake of the story he still lives in Ireland. I’m trying to stay mostly true to real life but it’s hard sometimes, especially when it doesn’t cross your mind to actually look up facts. lol.))

Originally posted by corsolanite

“You look rather pleased with yourself.” Sean remarks the next morning when you join them in the dinning room for breakfast. You smile brightly at him and nod.

“I am rather pleased. I had a nice chat with my boyfriend.” You say as Marline giggles to herself.

“I’m glad to hear you two are still on good terms.” She says.

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anonymous asked:

YOI kinda lines up sports anime tropes to shoot em down, especially in the first few episodes. Yuuko's introduction was one: it's set up so that we expect her to be Yuuri's childhood crush, but then we learn later on that she's married with three kids and not only is he not sad/jealous about her marriage, he doesn't even bring her up when he's asked about his romantic past--they were really just friends all along. 1/2

2/2 Another is that sports protags are almost always talented amateurs who start at the bottom and work their way up to the top over the course of the story. Yuuri starts off as a professional, who’s been in competition for years, who was good enough to make it to the biggest competitions. Regular sports protagonists gain confidence as they learn more about the sport, while Yuuri just has a huge case of impostor syndrome to work through.

Thanks for that addition! I didn’t watch sports anime before yoi so it wasn’t until I joined fandom when I understood how revolutionary it is but even then I was impressed with the way Yuuko was introduced. In western media, you too have that trope of a childhood crush/friend that turns out to be a beauty and ends up as a plot device rather than a real character while Yuuko is never objectified or sexualized. It applies to all the woman in yoi and it’s definitely worth noticing.

And you’re right with that, of course, I believe that Yuuri is in whole a very original main character. I think that while Yurio is taken from a specific tradition of protagonists (again, I’m not a specialist in anime but Kubo-sensei told in an interview that he was the first character she had in mind because she knew the specific type of character she wanted to use), Yuuri seems to be a wonderful character because he’s something new. Like, his age, his place in the sport, his experience, his anxiety, his sexuality, all of this makes his characters so much interesting and relatable and it also means the classic scheme won’t work for him. But again, this is just one of so many things yoi does good and differently. I could talk for hours about why characters are so well-written here but I think you said the most important thing. Thanks for your message!

alien: covenant sucked and here’s why

I saw Covenant five years ago (so I think closer to 4 weeks) and I hated it a whole bunch. But it was a very instructive hate, so I’m gonna break it down. Putting everything under a readmore bc this is gonna be long and also I don’t want people who liked it to have to see me shredding away. 

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REQUEST BY @ateliefloresdaprimavera Seb saying in an interview that the first thing he said to his wife when they met was that he was going to marry her, but she thought he was joking

“And how long have you been married now?” The interviewer asked.

“Three years. We were together for two so… 5 years altogether.” He smiled at the thought of you.

“How sweet!” She smiled. “Now, I heard that when you met your wife you told her you were going to marry her. Is that true?”

Sebastian let out a nervous chuckle while running a hand over his mouth. “You know… that’s a funny story.”

“Mind telling it?”

“Have you got all day?” He narrowed his eyes at the interviewer. “Kidding. But i’ll spare some details.”

The interviewer giggled and nodded her head, signalling Sebastian to go on with his story.

“I met (Y/N) at a friend’s birthday. We have mutual friends but I hadn’t ever met her. And she was the most beautiful woman I’d seen in my life! Anyway, I didn’t have the balls to go up and say anything to her so I just kind of hung around but never said anything.”

He cleared his throat before continuing. “So i had some drinks - enough to make me a bit tipsy and then we get introduced. now i feel like i’m in grade school with a huge crush on this woman who i’d never met. and the first thing that comes out of my mouth after ‘hello’ is ‘i’m going to marry you.’”

the interviewer gasped and held her cards up to her face. “no!”

“i swear!” sebastian laughed. “and (y/n) was really cool about it. probably because she thought i was joking. but you know what they say about drunk words.”

“sober thoughts,” the interviewer laughed.

“exactly!” sebastian nodded. “and the rest is history.”

APRIL 9: Kristen Stewart (1990-)

If you’re like me, you loved to hate Kristen Stewart in Twilight (which, let’s face it, is all around mind-numbingly awful), while (not so) secretly harboring a small (huge) crush on her (look at that, the old “I hate her so much” diversion technique).

And when rumors started spreading that she was, in fact, Not A Straight™, you sat back with your arms crossed, slowly nodded, and whispered: “well, duh.”

You may have guessed: today is Kristen Stewart’s birthday. The woman who has been described as Shane but for millennials was born twenty-seven years ago in Los Angeles, where she was raised. She started acting super early, and because of her schedule, was homeschooled throughout the end of middle school and high school. She already had several films to her credit, like Catch That Kid or Into the Wild, before appearing in what gave her international visibility - the Twilight franchise. Many criticized her performance, calling her wooden and too expressionless, but that didn’t stop her from making it into the top 10 on several “Sexiest Women in the World” lists in 2010.

Ever since then, she’s played strong, complex roles in many high-profile movies, and broken more than a few hearts along the way. Her sexuality was the source of many rumors over the past few years, and while she was reticent to talk about it for a very long time (which is completely understandable - and this is a reminder that no matter your level of fame or your sexuality, you don’t owe anyone an explanation about your identity), she did recently confirm that she wasn’t straight at all. It doesn’t look like she’s embracing any one label in particular, although it seems she jams pretty well with “bisexual”:

She found herself embraced as Hollywood’s most high-profile gay actor, a de-facto poster-girl for the LGBT community.                      

“Well, yeah,” she says. “And that’s been nothing but positive. I mean, it’s hard to talk about. I don’t want to seem presumptuous, because everyone has their own experience. The whole issue of sexuality is so grey. I’m just trying to acknowledge that fluidity, that greyness, which has always existed. But maybe only now are we allowed to start talking about it.”

“You’re not confused if you’re bisexual. It’s not confusing at all. For me, it’s quite the opposite.”

Right now, she’s dating Stella Maxwell, and her latest movie is Personal Shopper, a psychological thriller that looks intense and involves Kristen smoldering a lot.


Floating (Pt4)

Word Count: 5745
Tags: @from-kitten-to-kitsune, @suzen23smith, @medicatemedrmccoy, @sistasarah-sallysaidso (if you want to be tagged in this story, let me know. If I tagged you in error, let me know).

We’d been gone a month when I started to feel a little off my game and decided there was no point trying to hide anything from Leonard. He could assess a being, regardless of species, from across a room. He’d already proven it with me once.

“Hey, Leo, I don’t feel so hot this morning,” I offered as I handed him his morning coffee. We’d got into the habit of sitting in on the nursing personnel report and then meeting for our own report each morning at the beginning of Alpha shift. My initial assessment of him was dead on the money. He was all prickles and spurs on the outside, but he cared deeply about each member of his medbay team, and deeper for his friends. Which was why it surprised me that he barely glanced at me before speaking.

“You haven’t been getting enough exercise. The artificial atmo and gravity on the ship isn’t quite perfect, and your body is losing muscle mass.” He didn’t even look up.

“Okay, hot shot, but if you knew that already, why didn’t you say anything?” I sputtered. He smirked a little and took a long drink of his coffee.

“Because I knew you would eventually notice and ask,” he shrugged. “It takes most folks about six weeks, so you’re ahead of the game, kid.”

“So all I need to do is get a little extra exercise, and I’ll start to perk up?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. Leonard shook his head and rose with a heavy sigh.

“I’m gonna give you a shot of vitamins. We’ll run labs on you tomorrow and tinker with your electrolyte balance after we know what’s doing. Once we’ve got you fixed up, then you’ll meet with a trainer about setting up a proper exercise program.” He held the hypo to my neck and I tried not to flinch as he injected me.

“I supposed I’m stuck with the treadmills if I want to run?” I asked. I had been a slow, but enthusiastic runner while at the academy.

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Waking Up In Vegas. Dean Winchester One-Shot.

Title: Waking Up In Vegas.

Pairing: Feame Reader x Dean Winchester.

Prompt: I was bored. in an RP I do, my character and Dean had a situation happen where they were separated for a year after getting engaged and having a child. When reunited, Dean suggested “Let’s elope” and it went from there.

Triggers: So much fluff I’m gonna die.

Enjoy :3

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Beverly Hills Anon reporting for duty! Just want to assure you that myself, Bitchy Anon (who is looking a bit worse for wear), Chateau Mormont Anon and Santa Monica Anon have SDCC covered. We have a surveillance camera 📹 at the Print Shop exhibit. It is equipped with a special lens so we can easily spot cat hair. 🐈 We promise to keep you up to date on any Sam or Cait sighting. 🕵 Rest assured will risk our lives to fight fuckery wherever we see it.😘

Hello Beverly, long time no talk. I hear Bitchy made a pit stop in 1987 before landing in SDCC 2017. She’s a huge Dirty Dancing fan and travels to 1987 whenever she can so that she can attend the premier again. Annnnd, Patrick Swayze was still alive in 87 and well, he is greatly missed by Bitchy. She’s always had a bit of a fangirl crush on him and…. doesn’t matter. So glad to hear y'all have it covered for SDCC and will be on any and all fuckery like white on rice. I hear Santa Monica Anon is now an expert in finding cat hair in breadcrumbs. That woman amazes me. Seriously, she has so many useful fandom talents.

Stay cool 😎 Beverly, and keep an eye on the others. Especially Bitchy.

Alice 🐇😎😁🕵🏻‍♀️🍹

Vadaphra AU where Sidious for some reason is trying to embrace his Naboo roots so he orders Vader to now have handmaidens as per Naboo tradition. Aphra is offered the job due to her expertise with droids, weapons, and anything mechanical and she accepts to get out of a prison sentence (and also because of her huge fangirl crush on Vader). So with Aphra being the only one qualified and who even wants the job in the first place, Vader is stuck with this tiny, talkative woman following him around while trying not to trip over her gown. The Imperials look over at them in confusion and horror.

(this is what i imagine aphra wearing as a handmaiden. she loves that it matches vader. he does not.)