so what did you need

When @smolsickficwriter comes back from a weekend holiday but it felt like years ;-;

Earl Gray Milkshake*

*kinda

So backstory: my local ice cream shop has a flavor of earl gray ice cream that I adore but is like expensive and has caffeine and all that jazz SO this is what I did to sort of mitigate these issues

You will need:

  • Blendy Thing (I used a magic bullet, you might use a blender or food processor, whatever)
  • Vanilla Ice Cream
  • Earl Gray tea of some kind (I used decaf, see above paragraph) 
  • Ice ice baby
  • Milk of some kind (ideally something that isn’t like vanilla flavored fake milk to minimize the vanilla flavoring but it works well either way honestly)
  1. Throw in your ice cream
  2. Pour in your cold earl gray (so you don’t melt the ice cream) and lighten it with the milk. ***The more steeped your tea is, the more tea flavor will come through despite the milk’s and ice cream’s flavors***
  3. Blend a little bit longer than you expected to just in case
  4. throw in your ice cubes to give it back some of that milkshake body
  5. Blend it WAY longer than you expected to, just in case

Drink by spoon or straw, and enjoy! 

STOP WITH WHAT YOU’RE DOING!!

AND LOOK AT THIS PICTURE OF BOB ROSS HOLDING A BABY RACCOON

you may continue with your day

All For Show

Valentine’s Day Special #2

Pair : Steve Rogers x Reader

8. You ask your best friend to pretend to be your boyfriend for your sisters couples dinner party. Requested by anon. 

Warning : Language

Word Count : 2,434

Three knocks, that’s all it took before Steve opened the door. He stood there, wearing a tank top and sweats, and his hair damped from sweat, which only meant he just came back from the gym.

“Hey, didn’t expect you here today.” He smiled, waving you in.

“I know, but I needed to talk to you.”

You walked in to his apartment, and plopped down onto his couch. His place was like your second home. You were always there, and if you weren’t, then you two were at your place.

“Beer?” He asked, walking to the kitchen.

“Nah, just water.”

Steve tossed you a water bottle, as he started back toward the living room where you waited.

You took a big swig of the water and felt the cold liquid trickle down your throat. Making you feel somewhat at ease.

“So what did you need to talk to me about?” Steve asked, leaning against the wall across from you.

For some reason you were feeling nervous. Which was strange. Steve was your best friend. You two were so close, you were able to talk to him about anything. He’s seen you in sweats with no makeup on. He’s helped you when you were a drunken mess. And yet, you were somehow nervous about this topic.

“Y/N.” he snapped his fingers, catching your attention. “You okay?”

You slowly nodded, running your hand through your hair. Something you did when you were nervous.

“So my sister is throwing a couples party tomorrow night, and when I RSVP’d a month ago, I was dating Jared-”

“The asshole.” He cut you off.

“Woah, language.” You teased.

He dramatically rolled his eyes and huffed. “Anyways, go on.”

“As I was saying, I told her I’d go and now she’s expecting me to be there.”

“So?” He drawled out.

You swallowed hard, meeting your best friends gaze.

“I was wondering if you can go as my fake boyfriend.” You slightly winced as the words finally fell from your lips.

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Mistakes were made. And worse is that you failed to keep the subjects contained and recover them after the initial breach. Now we have potentially dangerous individuals at large. Over 30 of them

And currently we only have budget to surveil one

Punk (Chap. 8)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 4284…oops

Warnings: Same as always

A/N: Okay here it is chapter 8.  Let me know if the flow of this chapter is okay, if it makes sense.  I’d like to get a better feel of how I construct scenes so I can improve for the future.  I LOVE feedback, you have no idea.  So don’t be afraid to lemme know how you feel!

Also, there is a line in here with an asterisk (*) after it.  It is a paraphrase from Criminal Minds season 3 episode 8 said by Penelope Garcia to Derek Morgan and it is something that has always stuck with me and I just thought it was so perfect for this chapter.



Perhaps watching Investigation Discovery’s documentary on the world’s most notorious serial killers at one o’clock in the morning while finishing off the leftover apple pie in an essentially deserted tower wasn’t the smartest move.  Every sound was suddenly more sinister and every shadow could be hiding a deranged murderer who wanted nothing more than to chop off your head and keep it in the freezer, which had startled you so badly when it spit out ice cubes into its inner bin that you spilled an entire glass of water on Ferdinand who ran shrieking from the room and knocked over what was probably a very expensive vase. Fuck.

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I just saw Logan in theaters.

Somebody hold me.

A New Member

Originally posted by findyourownhappyending

Reader: 25+

A/N: To be honest, I think that Dean would act like a total puppy if he ever found out he was an uncle so I kinda did a thing. Hope you enjoy!

You were considered a ‘normal’ Winchester by many; Since you left the family business at an early age and went on with your life. Graduated highschool and went on to college, Fell in love and became pregnant with the love of your life. You haven’t seen your brothers in ages, And don’t fail to hear about them from neighboring hunters and random conversations among fascinated hunters.

You’re 9 months pregnant, And are due in a few weeks. Your brothers didn’t even know you were pregnant, Since you didn’t want to inconvenience them and make them worry about you whenever they were out hunting and such.

You placed your keys into your purse, Going out of the door. You were planning on going to a maternity store, Wanting to buy more clothes for your baby. You could just order some online to make it easier, But it was a beautiful day to you needed to go out. Getting inside your car, You made your way to your favourite bakery, Planning to get something before spending hours in the store.

“(Y/n)! You’re back. How’s little Lou doing?” Alex spoke, Cleaning up her last table.

“I’ve been better. Can’t wait for him to pop out.” You laughed, Going to the cash register.

“The usual?” She looked at you while picking out your favourite donuts.

“Yup.” You smile, Looking around the shop; Even though you’ve been here a million times.

“Here ya go (Y/n)” She hands you the brown bag, Watching as you took it.

“Thanks Alex.” You handed her the money, But refused saying it was on the house. Leaving her a reasonable tip, You made your way back to your car.

“(Y/n)? A gruff voice spoke behind you before you could get inside your car.

Turning around, Your eyes widened.

“Sam! Dean!” You smiled brightly, Looking at their faces.

“You never told us you were pregnant!” Sam tried to hug you, But with your bulging stomach, It was difficult; So you just settled with a shoulder hug.

“I didn’t want you guys to worry too much” You smiled nervously, Noticing Dean hasn’t said a word.

“Dean?” You looked at his blank face.

“You’re pregnant! I’m going to be an uncle!” His face lit up, Hugging your shoulders tightly.

“Who’s the unlucky guy?”

“He’s at work. Should be out in a few hours.”

“Why are you out here all alone?” Sam looked around.

“I was planning on getting more clothes for the baby” You carassed your stomach.

“Is it a boy or a girl?”

“It’s a boy-”

“Yess! It’s a boy!!” Dean jumped up and down, Hugging you once more.

“His name is Louis” You giggled, But then faltered when you felt something wet between your legs.

“What’s wrong-” Sam’s face immediately filled with horror.

“My water broke guys” You chuckled nervously, Trying to cover your wet clothes. 

 "What do we do now?! (Y/n) are you okay? Do you need us to carry you? Do you need us to call an ambulance?“ Sam was freaking out, And you put your hands on his biceps. 

 "Sam. Calm down. It doesn’t hurt. I can drive myself to the hospital don’t worry.” You waddled your way to your car, But Dean stopped you. 

 "Hell no. We’re taking you to the hospital. Come on, The impala is right there.“  

*****

You were sure your screams of pain were heard all around the hospital. You’ve been in labor for 10 hours, Holding your husbands hand tightly. 

"MOTHERFUCKER!!! You did this to me!!!” You bellowed, Pain the only thing you can feel. 

“But we’ll have a baby boy running around our house.” His fingers were almost white at how tight you were squeezing them. 

“A BABY?! I’m pushing this watermelon of a baby out a hole the size of a bottle cap!!!” You screamed in his face, Sweat running down your forehead. 

“Just a few more pushes Mrs. Evans! He’s almost here!” The nurse yelled over your screams. 

“JUST GET THIS THING OUT OF ME” Your last scream was the last push you needed to finally hear screams that weren’t yours. 

“Congratulations Mrs. Evans! You have a healthy baby boy” The Nurse cleaned Louis up, And handed him to you.

You were left panting, Your husband wiping your sweat with a towel the nurse provided.

“We did it.. We seriously did it..” You look at Louis’s face. He was so beautiful. 

You didn’t notice your brothers standing at the doorway, Looking at you. You kissed your husband, Letting him carry Louis. He was in tears, Unable to stop his emotions.

“Congratulations (Y/n)..” Your brothers walked toward you, Kissing your forehead.

“Thank’s guys. Honey, These are my brothers. Sam and Dean” You smiled, Finally introducing the two.

Your husband shook their hands, Handing Louis over. Sam carried him first, Kissing Louis’s head; Handing him to his older brother when he thought he had enough time with him. Dean couldn’t help but cry, Feeling happy that one of the Winchester siblings finally had a normal life.

“Welcome to the world Louis Evans Winchester.” Dean whispered to his nephew, Smiling when Louis grabbed and squeezed his finger.

anonymous asked:

FRENDO! I have been thinking and I confused myself. I've been seeing a lot of Klance birthday theories but When did Keith officially become a orphan? Because if it was when he was really young don't you think he wouldn't know when his birthday is? Like what if he never had one because he didn't know when it was? Imagine Lance asking when his birthday is and Keith saying "um...I...I don't know"

my dear friend!!! I didn’t read a lot of theories, tbh, but I scoured the net and the official voltron site says Keith became an orphan “at a young age before enlisting in the Galaxy Garrison”. Do they mean he enlisted right after or…? For how long has he lived alone in that shack? Or did someone find him and drag him to the Garrison a la Anakin Skywalker? Oooh, I like this one (even though it’s unlikely, but let me dream).
Imagine a random officer finding by chance a kid, Commander, in a shack in the middle of the desert, all alone!, and subsequently dragging him back to the only civilized place in the entire goddamned desert: luxury school for marvelous minds, the one and only Galaxy Garrison. Imagine the kid being confusedly adopted by the whole team, professors and students alike, coddled and looked after by everyone because the poor thing has big, serious eyes and he never talks much, but he’s bright and asks just the right questions, paddling in between their feet in the simulation room, peeking at screens and stats, unrelentlessly curious about what’s this and that and how does this work? Imagine everyone humoring him, why not, it’s harmless fun, and it’s cute, but then - years later, the kid grows into a stubborn young man, who refuses to hear reasons about required classes and official bullshit. “I learned everything I need to, let me pilot the thing already,” he states plainly, for the hundredth time, until someone finally says what the hell, let him do it - and he’s good, a natural pilot, graceful and in control even without training.
So Commander Iverson lets him enroll officially, he has no reason not to, and the kid starts to train for real, climbing the ranks like it’s nothing - and everyone knows him, it’s Keith, he practically always lived here.

Fast forward to drama, pain, and finding himself with the universe’s destiny on the shoulders, piloting a giant robot lion, Keith has never really thought about his birthday. He simply never had the time or will to, because what’s a date to all the numbers he’s had to drill into his head to become what he is right know?

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Body Language

Request: ok so maybe Jughead x reader where they kinda always acted like they hated each other with stares and sass, but since they got back to school reader began to kinda flirt? but not with words but like with body language? (I love your writings so much)

Requested by: @littlefrenchnuage

A/N: Hey, I’ve decided to do your request because I loved it so so much. So no problem! Plus, im a bit in the Jughead mood because the last episode was amazing. And all I have to say is that if someone needs to take that boy in, I volunteer myself. REMEMBER, REQUESTS ARE STILL CLOSED.

Warnings: flirting but that’s about it.


Originally posted by dailyriverdale

You always kind of hated Jughead. But not because he was a terrible person or anything, on the contrary actually you had the biggest crush on him. You ‘hated’ him because you didn’t know how to deal with your own emotions, so therefore started the silent war between the two of you. Glaring and insulting each other anytime an opportunity presented itself.

But when school started and the situation with Jason only increased tenfold you decided you were tired of pretending to hate him. You were scared all the time and instead of hating him, you wanted him by his side. But you knew you needed to have fun with it, because that’s how you were.

So you started flirting, opening yourself body up to him much more than being closed off. You discontinued glaring and insulting him, to which it confused him because suddenly his glares weren’t returned and his insults meant less because he wasn’t getting a witty comeback. He began to notice your more… um revealing choice of clothing and your need to always be need him. Smiling and biting your lip around him.

It… aroused him just as much as it confused him. So, he wanted answers, just like any good novelist does. He needed to know why this sudden change in your attitude was happening. So to your happy surprise, he invited you to Pop’s one night, and you agreed almost instantly.

So that’s how you found yourself, sat in front of Jughead with a pretty smile on your lips. You wore a flannel, unbuttoned one button too low and some nice skinny jeans on. Your heart was pounding against your chest, but you never were a shy girl, so you didn’t let that face you.

“So, Juggie, what did you need me for?” You bit your lip, allowing your eyes to graze his body as his gulped in nervousness. Was it suddenly hot in here? He wondered. He wasn’t one to get so worked up this easy, but even he couldn’t deny the fact that you were hot, and that he had this attraction to you since you two met. He always found your confidence booming but your kindness flattering.

“Um… I wanted to talk about us.” He mumbled. You rose a delicate eyebrow, leaning forward to come closer to him. Allowing your lips to slowly wrap around your straw ant-agonizingly.

“Oh?” You asked, blinking your eyes. “And why would that be?” 

“What happened to our hatred?” He blurted out, blushing afterwards. 

His bluntness made you blink. “What do you mean?”

“We use to be… well not friendly. But now suddenly you…” He stopped, flushing in embarrassment. You smirked.

“What?” You asked, licking your lips as you blinked innocently at him. 

“You’re all… seductive?” He questioned and you giggled lightly at his confusion. Frowning suddenly, you reached across the table to grab his hand. Staring sadly at him. “Do you not like it?”

“No!” He blurted and you found yourself giggling again. Then suddenly, you turned serious. “I don’t want to pretend to hate you anymore, Juggie. I like you, I don’t hate you.”

Jughead remained silent for a moment and you waited patiently. Before his eyes found yours and he let a small smile slip. “I like you too, Y/N.”

You smiled brightly, letting go of his hand and leaning back as you clapped to yourself. “Great! When’s our next date?”

anonymous asked:

1,18,&19????

1. “Oh my God. You’re in love with her.”

a/n: whoop whoop some college shawn comin @ ya


“So, uh, what’s been going on with you and Y/n?” Brian asks Shawn from across the pingpong table. The boys were never ones to get deep or gush like girls, but after the way Shawn had been attached at the him to you lately, someone had to ask him about it. 

“Nothin’ man, she’s just really cool and funny.” Shawn brushes off, smacking the ball back to Brian, but missing the table completely. 

“Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, man.” Brian teases. 


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you wanted to be there for everyone…. just, usually not at the same time? it was supposed to be a chill Saturday. you got one text, Klaus needed your help. so you invited him over.

then you got another text, this one from Kai, he wanted to see you. so you said sure.

another text, Enzo, he needed a favour, what did you say? ‘come on over.’

Kol just stated, ‘hope you’re home ;)’

Damon called you saying he was outside, you told him to give you five minutes since you were busy.

when you finally went outside, it wasnt just Damon on your lawn. Damon was next to Enzo and they were staring down Kol and Klaus. Kai was awkwardly in the middle, not in the fight, but not stopping it either.

“oh my gosh.” you said, “i didnt realize you would all show up at the same time. you all sounded like you needed something-” you paused, “why dont you all come in?”

it was a race to the door, and you all found out quite quickly that A: your door does not fit two men through it at once, and B: Kai is a biter.

Second Chance - Part Three

(I can’t find a good gif…*sheepish grin*)

Holy crapoli. I’ve said it before and I’ll gladly say it again, y’all are amazing. The comments, the PMs, the reblogs and the likes…it’s mind-blowing that this story has gotten as much of a positive response as it has. Tank you for everything, and I hope you all enjoy chunk three! Again, lemme know if you’d like to be tagged in the next chapter!

Also, I love @sannvers because she literally sat on the floor and pretended to be an unconscious Gaston so I could figure out body movements and such. You’re a good sister. And editor.

Title: Second Chance

Pairing: Eventual Gaston x Fem!Reader

Rating: T

Words: 5,794

Summary: You try to stop Gaston from shooting the Beast and falling to his death, but you arrive too late to save him. As you sit there, sobbing, the Enchantress offers you a second chance to save him.

Tagging: @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night @with-a-hint-of-pesto-aioli @leah5684 @princessbelgoof @hobbithorse19 @captainskyline @theoncergames @geeky-girl-394 @were-allstoriesinthe-end084 @brooke-supernatural16 @certainasthesvn @jordyhaley @superlokidwholock @smilesnjh @prongspower @bitchingqueenoferebor @scarletdarkholme @hemmingbaes @bae-kage @areuslow @lovelylpevensie @uknwwhttheysayboutthecrzy1s @moonbeams-and-pie @17gnomes-in-a-trenchcoat

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