sorry for taking your picture dude

how TERFs think the world works
  • Man on the street: Excuse me, could I please see your karyotype, birth certificate, and a picture of your genitalia? I was going to sexually harass you, but then I remembered you may not be assigned female at birth.
  • Transwoman: Actually, I'm a trans""""woman""""". Take a look at my Y chromosome!
  • Man on the street: Oh, sorry my Dude! Carry on then, my fellow Male comrade in the war against true wombyn.
  • Transwoman: Good luck! I'm going to go to the women's restroom and harass women there. That is, after all, the only reason I went through hormone replacement, voice therapy, hair removal, facial surgery, and cut off ties with people I care about but did not respect my decision.
The Perfect Day

Request: Sorry I’m bad at detail, but maybe a Ethan X Reader, where the group is at Disney? That’s all I got sorry, but I have never seen a youtuber can reader at Disney so I thought one would be nice. Thank you for your time :)

Summary: The gang goes to Disneyland together. That’s it. Many fluff, be prepared.

A/N: Hello all! This is such a cute request? I read it and was like, Oh boi……..I can’t wait to write alllll the fluff for this fic hehe. This can be seen as the unofficial prequel to ‘The Boyfriend/Girlfriend Tag’ (because reader had promised a Disneyland vlog and theyre at Disneyand in this fic hehehe) As always, italics are the inner thoughts a character is having. Hope you all enjoy reading this, I had a fun time writing this 😊

Wordcount:1786, oh boi I got v carried a way am srry

Warnings: just,,,,,, so m a n y…..,..,,, fluff

Request me things!!! I write for everyone in teamiplier!

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Kiribaku Week Day 5: Firsts

aight, so. this is like a day late haha. i’ve been agonizing over this fic since day two but writers block and insecurities are Nasty. but i finally finished! better late than never? *nervous chuckle*

First time holding hands

Bakugou Katsuki is a petty asshole, put mildly and kindly.

Not that Kirishima thinks Bakugou honestly cares in the slightest about what his friends and classmates and the general public think of him, or say to/yell loudly and repeatedly at him, so long as it doesn’t imply any sort of comparison where he’s at the tipping side.

His conviction, his total and utter self-belief and self-reliance—it’s something Kirishima actually admires a great deal if he turns the other cheek on all the aggressive huffing and puffing. Which coincidentally Kirishima does a lot, these days, quickly and with a blush, donning the heavy air of somebody caught red handed.

Analogically, though, Bakugou Katsuki is a flammable, foul-mouthed gas contained within a frail and easily offended material reinforced with a fragile ego and fists made for pounding, and everything else around him is the flame. He’s a fuse on the verge of bursting at any given time and burning everything with him.

Logic (Kaminari, Jirou) would say ursuing him with his heart on his sleeve is stupid, heinously self-sabotaging, and wrong, just wrong, are you crazy? But enthusiasm (Sero, Ashido) responds with a green light, a thumbs up, and tips on the art of wooing.

Kirishima, with the easy grin of somebody basically unbreakable in the face of explosions, compromises by promising to call if things go awry.

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more headcanons (fluffy edition, sort of)

(because i have knowledge on mafias and the italian culture and so help me i’m going to use it.) 

these are just what i think would happen with chuuya and dazai during the mafia!era and still in relation with my semi-analytical headcanon. these are the funnier and cuter ones that i think would happen

  • everyone loves french!chuuya and i do too but i think chuuya might be prolific in the italian traditions on the side. his buongiorno might sound more like brad pitt’s though but his vocabulary is okay. chuuya does all the talking. dazai sucks at foreign languages, period.  
  • elise makes chuuya play dress up because elise thinks mori’s taste in frilly dresses is terrible. kouyou takes pictures because how often do you catch your son looking so pretty and dolled up i mean dude looks like he came out of a french bordello i’m sorry but dazai kind of has a point
  • dazai took (dragged) chuuya on a spaghetti date at least once. the whole scene looks like lady and the tramp including the bella notte being sung out of a harmonica from the kitchen. it’s probably kajii. 
  • once in a while during a mission one of them would say something like ‘leave the gun, take the cannoli’. my money’s on dazai. 
  • speaking of which, if they ever got on a movie night at some theater, chuuya would insist they pick a film noir with gangsters in it or something starring audrey hepburn.
    • also hc, chuuya and dazai once saw gilda and during an undercover mission they ended up reenacting this scene when really they were bickering and they were so spot on it’s not even funny (imagine chuuya disguised as the target’s ‘wife’ and dazai in the role of johnny ‘the answer’s no’ farrell. besides, chuuya is practically rita heyworth in male form) 
  • dazai rarely dances. he and chuuya tried their hand at tango during a milonga and dazai ended up stepping on chuuya’s toes. chuuya’s a great tango dancer though. kouyou wouldn’t expect anything less. 
  • now we know chuuya raps/sings/makes poetry in his spare time while dazai paints. so they tried to go to an art museum once but it backfired because “what do you mean that’s not a pipe? that looks like a pipe” "it says ceci n'est pas une pipe, can’t you read?” …really they can’t agree on anything
  • dazai hums la vie en rose when chuuya’s not listening. half of his playlists are vintage french songs from edith piaf to yves montand. chuuya never knew dazai still listens to them when he turned to the agency
  • when chuuya gets a little tipsy dazai would give him a piggyback ride because chuuya is smol and god forbid if drunk chuuya starts singing ‘when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie that’s amoreeee’ 
  • chuuya taught dazai how to enjoy his liquor. he totally did, knowing that chocolate and whiskey goes hand in hand isn’t something you’d know without experience, especially since chuuya’s favorite booze is wine. he probably found out the sweeter chocolate tastes pretty icky after a swig. maybe it was dazai who suggested he tried whiskey instead. 
  • they made up their tactic names together. they could’ve gone with numbers but nooo they had to be all artistic about it and you can’t tell me they didn’t stay up all night crossing off suggestions like why do you even
  • chuuya cooks. dazai mooches off of him. ‘we can’t order take out, chuuya, i predict we’ll get tracked’ yeah sure dazai 
  • ‘hey, chuuya, a little help here’ ‘did you get your neck stuck in a noose again?’ ‘yeah, how did you know?’ ‘…i’ll get the knife’ and this happens on schedule like on every tuesday
  • dazai pointing out chuuya’s terrible taste in hats is his way of saying ‘i wish you wouldn’t be in the mafia anymore’. that hat makes him look like a mafioso. without the hat, chuuya is his red-haired partner that he deeply cares about 
  • i probably have more but i’m sleepy 

tl;dr more mafia references for soukoku. now. 


Happy bday @lxuiio dedicating this shit to you but a real present will come eventually I promise <3
[AO3] [Charity Commissions] [Writing blog]

Tensions were high in the dorms. As usual the workload was heavy and students were pushed to the brink in preparation for their future as overworked heroes. Along with that, security was still at an all-time high at UA and the students weren’t allowed out of their dorms without weeks of forewarning, signed forms from their parents, and an escort. It was ridiculous, to say the least.

Some handled effectively being trapped inside better than others. Bakugou was not one of those people. Since his house arrest in the summer, and during it too Kirishima suspected, he had become like a wild animal; caged and scratching at the walls while becoming increasingly more aggressive to anyone who approached.

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There is something I never thought I’d be writing… like ever. Beware, an anti-Ian Somerhalder post is coming up.

Here’s the thing. I used to love, no wait, this isn’t a strong enough word, I used to freaking ADMIRE the guy. He was into animal rights and all of his charity, and how he treated his fans, you could really see the love and devotion in his eyes, and no, I don’t think it was an act. He really DID care about his fans.

But that was before. Before Nikki and all that drama. 

Fun fact, I also used to love Nikki and Ian. I’ve loved Nikki ever since I was like 12-13 and saw Thirteen for the first time. 

Here’s my thoughts though. I think Ian is just really… how do I put it, swayed by the people surrounding him. For example, when he was with Nina, and as far as I know before that, he was a private guy, he didn’t like being photographed going places, he asked his fans, politely, might I add, not to bother him (remember when he was in Paris with Nina, rumors were people actually made her CRY, and he still was very polite and handled everything like a professional), he was actually nice to his fans, and wasn’t an ass on his conventions. 

I don’t think any of that was a lie. I just think being with Nikki changed him. And I’m not sure if it’s because he wants to prove his love to her or something, but what he has been doing is stupid, and awful, and I just lost a shitload of respect for the guy. 


  • Needing viagra to shoot DE scenes (WTF DUDE, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK)
  • “elena had a positive impact on damon. she slept with both of them and now they’re both chill. she banged both of them and now they’re better people for it.“ -ian somerhalder 
  • Trashing DE, and being disrespectful to Nina, when all she’s done is say, time and again, that she considers him a friend
  • liking Nina’s photo on twitter, and then when he was busted he specifically said he was being hacked. Like, dude, chill, is your wife going to eat you for liking a picture of someone you’re supposedly friends with
  • being an ass to his fans. I get he needs his privacy, but there are other ways to state it. 

I could probably give more examples, but I’m too disgusted to go on. 

I admired you, man, and I’ll never forgive you for taking that away from me.

au ideas!!!

  • you were crying at the library and i thought you were hurt or in need of help but it turns out you had reached the sad part of the show you were marathoning which also turned out to by my favourite show
  • you walk so fucking slow so i tried walking on the grass to overtake your snail ass but my foot caught on a rock and your long fancy coat was the only thing i could grab on before i completely lost my dignity
  • you’re a gardener with a nice ass that i can’t stop staring at and one day you caught me looking at you bent over and fuck that’s embarrassing but then suddenly you started wearing tighter pants dear holy lord
  • it’s exam week and i run a coffee shop near the campus and you walked right into my glass door i’m laughing so hard oh my god
  • i’m a fierce coffee lover who had recently cut caffeine down to once a week and the day i bought one you accidentally knocked it over and i was gonna be mad but you looked at me and holy fuck those eyes so even though i’m not mad anymore i’ll still pretend to be so you’ll but me coffee
  • you’re my brother’s coworker and kinda-best friend so you’re around a lot and you’re pretty cute but my brother will probably stab me if i chase away another friend of his

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Idiot (Peter Parker x Sister!Reader)

Originally posted by teamunderoos

(CACW) Peter Parker x Sister!Reader

could you do a one-shot with Peter Parker, where you’re his fraternal/dizygotic twin, and when Tony comes to visit him, you’re there before Peter comes home from school and you’re jsut really sassy and funny and stuff and when he comes back you follow him and tony to his room (Because you already know he’s spider-man) and he’s all nervous and stuttery because of Tony and your just standing there like “Dude, this is THE Tony Stark, stop being an idiot” and Tony takes a liking to you because you’re so sassy

I’m so sorry, this took so long and I’m sorry for making you wait. But I found this request really interesting. Hope you guys enjoy!

“Brother!” you yelled, running loudly through the hallway. “Where are you?” The pictures hanging on the walls rattled from your loud voice. You thumped your feet loudly down the stairs, knowing that that would piss off your brother. You hopped off the last three steps, crashing noisily on your feet. You huffed, crossing your arms. Your science paper was due in three days, and you needed your nerdy twin to ‘help’ you out. Meaning, making Peter write most of your essay for you.

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red-loveroseseverday  asked:

Red~1. (While bae is holding something sweet, also I'm lame as sodd.) put that down sugar, you're sweet enough. (That's bad isn't it?) 2.(Oh this is getting worse) if you were a flower I'd take a picture of you first, seeing as I don't usually cut flowers. 3.(Oh gosh) sooo My hair is Red, you're getting yours green, those are complimentary colors, and proof we'd look good together. (also with the new one shot, I didn't read the full description and just saw the FLUFF, I feel like I need a bath🥀

oh GOD dude i just cannot take pick up lines seriously i’m sorry!!!! and sorry for the need to bathe :D

Comic Con Is For Nerds~Charlie Bradbury smut for rainbow-muncher~

Hey so I am a huge spn fan but there seems to be NO Charlie Bradbury smut :( can you write some for me?

Your name: submit What is this?

You were so excited. Your Princess Leia slave girl costume was perfect and you were sooo ready to go to Comic Con. You’d been planning this for years since it was your first one.

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Jack Gilinsky - Comfort zone (based on Paper Towns)

Request: Can you do a paper towns inspired imagine for jack gilinsky?


Okay, I had been working on this all afternoon, evening and half of the night, I don’t know if it turned out to be okay and like the requester imagined but I tried my best.

The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle. Like, I will probably never get struck by lightning, or win Nobel Prize, or become the dictator of a small nation in the Pacific Islands, or contract terminal ear cancer, or spontaneously combust. But if you consider all the unlikely things together, at least one of them will probably happen to each of us. I could have seen it rain frogs. I could have stepped foot on Mars. I could have been eaten by a whale. I could have married the queen of England or survived months at sea. But my miracle was different. My miracle was this: out of all the houses in Omaha, I ended up living next door to Jack Gilinsky.

This all started when I was nine, and one day that big van appeared in front of the house next to ours. Then another car pulled over and there he was with all of his 55 inches. I was playing in the garden with my dog as he laid his eyes on me, gave me a bright smile and then ran into their new home.

Mostly because we were close in age we started to hang out and another neighbor kid, Johnson joined our little squad. We used to play until late night and Gilinsky quite often ended up in my window asking me to sneak out, but I was too much of a chicken to do it. He then always just shrugged and went on the adventure by himself.

The years passed by and puberty hit us. I started to hang out with girls and him and Johnson focused on their project. They uploaded short videos to the app called Vine and created a YouTube channel. People liked what they were doing and soon they became part of the Magcon tour. We weren’t talking anymore, they were the famous and popular guys that everyone wanted to be around, while I was just an average girl trying to get through high school. But I was kept dreaming of the day when he finally remembers that I existed and realizes how cool of a girl I was. I sat in my room in the night watching their videos and glancing outside the window waiting for him to appear, however I knew he was always on the road, so there wasn’t too many chances I would see him. It was until one night, when he mysteriously appeared in my room.

I was sleeping peacefully, when I was woken up by a strange noise. I sat up in my room and saw a shadow move from my window to my bed. I was scared to death and was literally thinking I would die in that moment. Then the shadow too his hoodie down and I recognized Jack.

“What the hell?” I groaned trying to calm myself down.

“I need your car,” he explained.

“I don’t have a car,” I said quietly, because it was a touchy subject for me.

“Well, then I need your mom’s car.”

“Jack, should I remind you, that you have your own car?” I asked raising my eyebrows at him.

“My parents took my keys, so I’m in a desperate need of yours.” He took a look at my desk before sitting down to the edge of my bed.

“What do you need a car for in the middle of the night?” I asked realizing I was in my pink pajamas, so I tried to pull the covers up a bit without him noticing my outfit.

“I have a problem to take care of,” he answered diplomatically.

“Can’t just your girlfriend give you her car? I’m sure she has a better one than my mom.” Touchy subject number two. I wasn’t quite happy when I saw the news online that Jack got together with Madison Beer. Actually, I had a typical teenage breakdown, when I sat in my room for an entire day, watched awful romantic movies and ate half a gallon icecream. I’m not proud of that, I have to admit it.

“Ex-girlfriend. And no, because she is a big part of my problem.”

What can you say to this? Probably I stared at him with a weird expression before I managed to speak up.

“Okay, let’s go.”

He exited through the window while I quickly got changed and got the keys to the car. If I was badass enough I would have gone back and followed him through the window, but I chose the front door. He was waiting outside for me, we got into the car and made our way to…

“Where are we going exactly?”

“First we need to have a round in Wal-Mart and then our destination is going to be Hilton Garden Inn,” he answered checking something out on his phone and then giving me a mysterious smile. From what he said I figured out that Madison may had been in Hilton Garden Inn, but I hadn’t knew why she was part of the problem exactly, but I chose to save this question for later.

Jack was the first to talk in the car.

“Have you ever felt utterly betrayed?” he asked looking out to the street.


“Who made you feel like that?” Turning towards me he shifted his gaze to my face waiting for my answer. I wanted to say ‘you’ but I didn’t want him to know how deeply I was affected by him.

“You don’t know him,” I shrugged. “Do you feel betrayed now?”

“More than ever.”

“Will you tell me why?”

“I could, but I guess it will be funnier if you just see it yourself.” He showed me exactly the same smile I got when we first saw each other and it totally distracted me from the topic.

I was used to trips to Wal-Mart with my mom, where we bought usual things. Now with Jack, we also bought usual things, but in that context it occurred to be weird. Coke, Veet, Vaseline, two bags of chips, and a can of blue spray paint.

“This isn’t as weird as it looks,” I told the check-out woman, but she just cleared her throat and said:

“Still weird,” she muttered.


“Jack, I really don’t want to get into trouble,” I said as we were heading to Hilton Garden Inn.

“Don’t be afraid, if we get busted, I take the blame, since you are just the very pretty assistant here.”

“You still don’t want to tell me what happened?” I asked while the word ‘pretty’ was echoing in my mind.

“If I’m not mistaken, you will see it yourself within twenty minutes.”

After finding a spot at the parking lot in front of Hilton Garden Inn, we just walked inside with the bag full of our weird stuff. He walked straight to the reception. A beautiful blonde girl was standing behind the counter, her smile immediately grew wide as he saw Jack.

“Good evening, Mr. Gilinsky. How can I help you?” she asked clearly flirting with him. And I was just standing there awkwardly, feeling useless in that situation.

“Hello, I would like to have another card to my room. Unfortunately I lost it today on my rehearsals.” It was impressing how believable he could lie.

The girl looked at him for a moment before turning around and getting another card.

“Thank you. Just add the lost one to the bill,” he winked and then turning around stepped back to me. “Come on, we have to get started.”

Taking the elevator we went up to the tenth floor. Seemingly Jack knew where we had to go, and walking through the hallway he stopped at room 1023 and turned to me.

“Okay. We are going in, but we have to be quiet. Your task is going to be to put Vaseline to the doorknobs, but only in the insides, okay? I will take care of everything else.” I nodded and took out the Vaseline from the bag handing everything else to him. “Alright. When I say ‘run,’ you have to run and not look back, okay? Just go to the car, ignite and go, I will be right behind you.” I nodded again. He took out the card from his pocket and quietly opened the door.

It was dark inside, but as soon as I got used to it, I could see two figures lying in the bed. Walking closer I saw that it was Madison with an unknown guy… they both were naked. I was shocked, but looking over to Jack I didn’t see any sight of surprise on his face. I shook my head and started to do my task. When I was done, I went to check out what Jack was doing. By that time a huge letter G was spray painted to the wall and he was doing… something on the sleeping cheaters. Stepping closer I could see that he was spreading Veet to Madison’s eyebrows, and the guy was already eyebrowless. I saw him take off the cream and abracadabra, her eyebrows were gone.

“Oh my God,” I gasped trying to hold back my laughter. Jack was grinning too, but he made a mistake, the cream spilled to her face waking her up.

“Run!” Jack whispered immediately as Madison sat up and realized what was happening. I did as he told me, we ran through the hallway, down the stairs and out of the hotel. “Go! Go!” he shouted laughing, my heart was beating madly as I quickly ignited and left the parking lot.

“Oh my God! I can’t believe what just happened!” I screamed when we were far away from the hotel.

“See? I just gave you the biggest adventure of your life!” he laughed happily. When our laughter faded I finally realized that we just busted his girlfriend with another guy.

“Jack, how did you know what was happening there?” I quietly asked glancing over to him for a moment.

“Johnson heard her talk with this dude and then it was easy to get the picture together.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“Thank you, but I’m just happy I could take my revenge.”

We drove back home in silence, I thought he would need some time to take everything in, I didn’t force him into useless talking. When we arrived I parked the car down and we got out meeting at the front.

“Thank you for helping me,” he said giving me that smile once again.

“You’re welcome. I have to admit I had fun.”

“Because you got out of your comfort zone. You should do it more often.

“I don’t think so,” I giggled shaking my head. “It’s too complicated and dangerous and…” I couldn’t finish my sentence, because I was cut off by his lips on my lips.

I had been dreaming of it since I knew what kissing meant and now it was happening. But it ended as fast as it started. He pulled away before I even could realize what was happening.

“Out of your comfort zone. The fun is there,” he said and then just turned around, walked inside their house, like this night didn’t happen. But I knew I would remember to it as long as I live.

Fate, Destiny, Whatever

A/n: This was requested by a lovely anon so hope you guys like it!! :) A lot of fluff here it sickens me lmao 

Pairing: Michael + Y/N

You weren’t an obsessed fan by all means. You just really enjoyed their music and who they were as musicians. Your friend, Laurel on the other hand was on the whole opposite spectrum of a fangirl from you.

Posters of 5SOS sprawled on her walls, punk rock is alive t-shirts with many other flannels and snapbacks adorned her closet, while you just had a few of their CDs in your car.

Which is why she dragged you along to see if she could get a glimpse of them emerging from their hotel. You didn’t mind of course, potentially talking to and hugging some of your favourite artists was an opportunity you weren’t going to pass up.

You stood alongside a few other girls who were scattered about, cameras ready in case one of them popped up. And with the screams you heard that scared the shit out of you, there they were.

Ashton was the first to come out, dimples fully on display with that damn fedora on top of his head. You couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle at his style. He still looked gorgeous as ever though.

Next was Calum, beanie propped on his head with a black hoodie and grey sweats looking utterly adorable like a teddy bear. Luke trailed behind him with his signature black jacket and black skinny jeans, smiling his brightest, internally giving you butterflies each and every time you laid your eyes on him.

And then Michael followed behind. Now, you didn’t have any favourites but whenever you saw him, you couldn’t help the lovestruck look in your eyes Laurel said you always had, or the way your palms started to sweat, or the way your mouth always dried up when he talked.

Maybe you had a minor crush on him.

They all made their way through the crowd, taking pictures and giving hugs out, putting a genuine smile on everyone’s faces.

“Holy shit holy shit holy shit.” Laurel exclaimed, bouncing on her feet as she looked towards the boys slowly making their way down the line.

“Ow Laur you’re hurting me.” You looked down at her hand which grabbed your forearm and you could tell that was definitely going to leave a bruise.

“Oh fuck sorry BUT LOOK Y/N THERE THEY ARE.”

“Dude shut up you’re embarrassing me.” You muttered, trying to calm her down as you attempted to seem like you didn’t know her.

“Oh don’t act like you didn’t just die when Michael came out.” She smirked at you through her lashes, giving you that knowing look as you felt a blush rise to your cheeks.

“He’s just a person. Chill.” You mumbled, casting a quick glance and noticing they were so close to you now. Remain calm Y/N remain calm.

“Hey there how are you!” Ashton spoke as he came right in front of you guys.

“We’re good thanks!” You replied as you stared at Laurel, waiting for her to say something but you knew what was going to happen.

She latched herself onto Ashton’s torso, muttering God knows what into his chest as you stood there completely embarrassed.

“Woah okay there hi.” Ashton laughed, clearly amused by her antics.

“Sorry I’m so sorry?!” She said, detaching herself from his arms as she tucked her hair behind her ear, looking at you and mouthing another ‘sorry.’

You rolled your eyes as she went to take a selfie with him before he moved onto you. The same procedure happened with Calum and Luke as well, aka triple the embarrassment for you when she attacked them in hugs as well and not letting go of Calum which made you pull her away, muttering a quick sorry to him as he just stood there and laughed, entertained by the whole situation.

“Dude.” You harshly whispered. “Stop doing that what the hell!”

“I CAN’T HELP IT I’M SORRY OKAY.” You face palmed yourself as you pushed her shoulder making your best friend let out a small laugh.

“Hey there let’s play nice now.” Michael said, coming into your line of vision as both of you shut up. “There is enough of me to go around okay?”

You grinned, looking into his emerald eyes as Laurel took a step behind, letting you take the lead on this one.

“I would hope so. Can’t miss the chance to get a picture with the Michael Clifford.” You smiled, seeing a smirk take his features as he silently read you, noticing instantly you weren’t like the other girls.

The way your hair fell over your shoulder, the sparkle in your eyes as you spoke, mixed with that breathtaking smile you shot at him. You just looked, enchanting.

He was a goner.


You sat in between Michael’s legs, head on his chest as you leaned back and observed the screen before you as he passed yet another level of some game you of course didn’t need to know the name of.

His arms were around you as he held the controller in his hands. Tilting your head to the side you looked up at Michael, his tongue was slightly sticking out, concentration etched on his face as he shot threw the animated characters on the screen.

You couldn’t help but smile, leaning up and placing a kiss on his jaw, scruff lacing the otherwise soft skin.

He looked down at you and grinned, mumbling a quick ‘you okay?’ as you nodded and returned your attention back to the game in front of you.

His character finally died as he let out a ‘fuck!’ for almost passing the level.

“You’ll get it eventually babe.” He threw the controller to the side as he tightened his grip around you, placing his face in the crook of your neck as he placed a few chaste kisses there.

“Mhmm.” He replied, tired of the animations he’s been staring at all day.

Both of you laid there, enjoying the comfortable silence as you relished in each other’s presence. Touring can take a toll on one’s relationship but both of you knew that in the end, it was worth it.

“Hey do you ever think about us?” You questioned, playing with his fingers in front of you.

“What do you mean?” You could feel his smile on your neck as he played along with your fingers.

“Like how we met? It was kind of unexpected wasn’t it.” You mumbled, closing your eyes at the warmth Michael seemed to always have radiating off him.

“I don’t think it was unexpected. Call it fate, destiny, whatever. I’m just glad I met you that day.” He whispered the last part making your heart swell at his tiny speech.

2 years later and Michael and you were as strong as ever. You’re kind of glad Laurel decided to drag you along to their hotel that day. The instant attraction you two had with one another was something out of the books. Of course, you were skeptical at first. Dating a band member? You had your doubts that’s for sure. But Michael made you see through them. He showed you that there can be a happily ever after.

You turned around in his arms until you were straddling him, hands on his shoulder as he placed his on your thighs.

He smiled at you, those mesmerizing lips taunting you.

“I’m glad I came out that day.” You paused as you leaned in and pecked his lips gently, “and I’m glad you chose me.”

You knew from the moment you saw those majestic eyes.

You were a goner.


“Cheers to the happy couple!” Luke shouted into the mic, raising his glass up to everyone in the reception hall.

You heard more yells and hollers as you laughed along with the rest of your friends and family, celebrating one of the most important days in your life.

Michael sat beside you, grinning ear to ear looking absolutely ravishing in his tux as he gently rubbed your leg, clinking his glass with yours as he took a gulp of the bitter liquid. You stared at his lips. His soft, pink lips that you had to always kiss before you left home. His lips were always teasing, taunting you each and every time you stared at them when he talked, ate, even just breathed. You couldn’t get enough.

“You okay?” He whispered as his gaze trailed down to your own lips, like you he couldn’t resist that temptation either as he leaned in and brushed his lips against yours. “You’re staring again.”

You rolled your eyes at him leaning in and closing the gap, leaving a red mark on his lips when you pulled away making you smile as you wiped the stain off, slowly trailing your fingers along his jaw until you held his chin. “Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“I know I’m hot Y/N but damn control your sexual desires until after the party.”

You chuckled at him as he smiled back and pulled his chair closer to yours while putting his arm around the back of your chair.

“About what?” He mumbled into your perfectly sculpted curls.

“I just love you. That’s all.” You replied, staring down at him playing with your fingers and the massive, shimmering rock of a diamond sitting there not even an hour ago. The feeling of his warm hand in yours made your worries melt away, made you feel safe, happy. It was a familiar feeling of home that you always felt, ever since the first time Michael asked you if he could hold your hand while strolling down the streets of LA.

You were overjoyed at how blissfully the ceremony went, you and Michael had been planning and waiting for this moment ever since he proposed to you on that gondola ride in Italy. He was trying to be romantic and as much as you appreciated the gesture, it was to his dismay as he tripped over and fell into the river, only earning you to laugh until your stomach couldn’t handle it, making it even more perfect as an unforgettable day to remember.

And it was honestly the best day of your life, cheesy as it sounds you couldn’t have asked for a better person to spend the rest of your life with.

“Love you more beautiful.” He mumbled, kissing your cheek as your attention got stolen by Laurel who was now making a toast up on stage.

“Okay I just wanted to make a quick little speech since this is my best friend’s special day.” She looked over at both of you, cuddled up into each other’s sides as you smiled at her.

“She’s gonna say something embarrassing I just know it.” You whispered to Michael while you buried your face in his neck as he rose his eyebrows in amusement, grinning as he clutched your hand tighter in his, giving you a slight squeeze.

“I can’t wait then.” You pouted up at him as he smiled and began to play with the ends of your hair, looking back up at your best friend who flashed a wide smile at the both of you.

“So basically their love story started that one angelic day outside a hotel on fifth avenue…”

diosia-deactivated20170429  asked:

they????were????Perfect???????????????????????????idk how you did it but they are and that is a fACT. they both make me hurt inside but!!!!! i can see johanssen having a tough time with it and not being able to be as, uh, stoic(?i guess) as the others. both of them could have happened at one point tbh like?? idk i dont have words they're all gone (you write beautifully btw!) ALSO: I NEED DRUNK BECK SERENADING ABOUT BETH JOHANSSEN @ THE BAR the imagery gives me life


title: (drunk) tenerife sea
paring: chris beck/beth johanssen
word count: 1819
rating: g
warnings: spoilers for the martian (book) in some kind of way, lmao
sinopsis: when martinez said “let’s get drunk” this wasn’t what he was thinking, really.
n/a: have a lot of fun doing this. this one is based on these wonderful headcanons :) and it’s for jessie <3 

When Martinez said “let’s get drunk” this wasn’t exactly what Mark was thinking but okay, okay… why the hell no? I mean, if just the idea of Christopher Beck all drunk under a table with a mic on his hand and ‘Bizarre Love Triangle’ out of his red mouth wasn’t funny and almost adorable, what wasn’t?

Martinez was cheering for him and Mark just sat and enjoyed the moment, they were all in Houston for the training and have just got out of the insulation program. Rick’s family was in home, same for Vogel but he didn’t feel like getting his ass drunk so he stayed in his hotel room, while Lewis went into her husband’s arms and Johanssen… well, she needed her time alone with her stupid evil fat cat, Piper. So the three of them would be.

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Sebastian, Claude, Undertaker, Grell, and William on snapchat with a S/O who constantly takes pictures of them using SC filters

(This was an ask and idk what happened to it, I either saved it and drafts ate it or accidentally answered it privately when it wasn’t done yet so I’m sorry.)

Sebastian Michaelis-

-Lowkey poses

-v photogenic no matter how hard you try to catch him off guard 

-snapchats through pictures of cats and throwing shade at rando’s

-hates the fuCKING DOG FILTER with a passion like chill out my dude its an app

Claude Faustus-

-Knows when your taking a picture of him and just blankly stares into the camera like a creep

-v v awkward and will type extremely formally

-hilarious when you use the flower child filter on him bc he looks so done

-expect dry humor and ‘alois is being a lil bitch’


-Thinks the filters are hilarious

-likes to draw in dicks when he takes surprise pictures of people

-serious sc’s where he looks hot af out of nOWHERE???

-sceenshots your story at awkward moments and uses them as memes

Grell Sutcliff- (Using GN terms for Grell bc legit confused on what they identify as so)

-Uses it to show you their makeup and it’s always how poppin’ their red lipstick looks

-rants about people and probably has lots of followers bc they’re so sassy

-will pry your phone out of your hands to delete the picture you took of them if it looks bad

-makes full use of emojis

William T. Spears-


-gets annoyed at you taking pictures of him out of nowhere and you draw in phallic shapes to make him more mad

-sasses everyone

-lowkey photogenic tho like what is this sorcery 

Baekhyun high school AU Scenario!

“Hi can I request a high school AU scenario of baekhyun?? Where you guys get into a fight and he wants to apologize so he asked his friends for help. They put a slideshow of the school of you guys together and he also sings in front of the school for you. Please make it kinda long and thank you” - Anon

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst I guess???

 You were eating lunch with Baekhyun in the cafeteria, when all of a sudden, once again, he stands, grabbing his guitar. You sigh in frustration, and he looks at you. “…What’s up Y/N?” You sigh even louder. “Nothing, it’s just, you’re always going to band practice and I hardly even get to see you anymore!” You didn’t realise how much you had raised your voice, because nearly everyone in the cafeteria turned around, looking at you both. You couldn’t help it, you were pissed. He was always at band practice, always constantly leaving you alone to your own devices, even after school he seemed to disappear to a members house. You felt so unimportant to him, you were meant to be his girlfriend, for Gods sake! But you felt like he was putting his relationship to one side, constantly, for his band. 

He looks clearly embarrassed under everyone’s stares, looking at you. “Y/N, this is really important to me.” You click your tongue and roll your eyes. “Even more important than our relationship?” He sighs loudly. He had been in this band longer than you guys had been together. From day one he had said how important this was to him, and you had always supported him. But recently, you had been cold. And now, Baekhyun had snapped. “Well, it would help if you hadn’t been such a moody bitch as of late!” You heard some people gasp in the cafeteria, as well as yourself. His eyes widen and he stutters as he realises what he had just said, “Shit, Y/N, I didn’t mean tha-” You stand up quickly, getting your bag, not bothering to collect your lunch. “No, Baekhyun, I see how you feel about me. How you feel about us. I hope you enjoy your band practice.” You sneer, walking out of the room quickly as you burst into tears. 

Baekhyun walks into band practice, a frown on his face. One of his best friends, Chanyeol, stands quickly when he sees Baekhyun. “Hey dude, you’re finally here! Now we can star- Wait, whats wrong?” Baekhyun sighs and sits down “I’m the worst boyfriend ever.” Chanyeol raises an eyebrow and looks at the other members in the room, mouthing “What’s up with him?” Him and the others were completely unaware of what had happened in the cafeteria. Baekhyun sighs “I called Y/N a moody bitch because I hardly spend time with her. I’ve only realised that now. We haven’t even had a proper date in a good 7 months now, because I’ve been so focused on the band. I’ve been so stupid, so blind.” He whimpers and sits down, his head in his hands. Kyungsoo, another member of the band, spoke up after a while. “Maybe you should use this band to express your love for her.” Baekhyun looks at Kyungsoo, confused. Kyungsoo rolls his eyes, it was so obvious. “Write her a song, you idiot. Make a whole powerpoint of you guys. We already have the pictures and tools to do that. We have a slot in assembly tomorrow. We can do it, easily by tomorrow.” Chanyeol suddenly jumped up, taking Kyungsoo by surprise. “Kyungsoo, you’re a genius!” Kyungsoo shrugged, Baekhyun looked up and suddenly smiled. “That’s… That’s a great idea.” Almost immediately, the guys got to work.

You sighed heavily as your friends dragged you into assembly. You didn’t even want to attend school today, because you’d have to see him. All morning your friends had done nothing but giggle and exchange knowing looks. What you didn’t know is that Chanyeol had texted all of them, explaining the plan, and whether you wanted to or not, you had to come into school. So, after a long while of convincing you to even get yourself out of bed, you were finally sat, front row of assembly, with all of your friends with you. You sighed, tapping your foot almost impatiently. You just needed to get past assembly, then give the teacher some bullshit excuse of not feeling well and then you could go back to bed and cry some more. What you didn’t know is that Baekhyun was behind the curtain on the stage in front of you, guitar on his lap, looking over the lyrics. A feeling of sudden nervousness and anxiety had washed over him, what if you don’t forgive him. What if you leave him for good. Chanyeol puts a hand on his shoulder, “Hey, don’t worry about it, dude. She’ll love it.” He smiles at him weakly, before taking a deep breath as the curtain opens. He starts playing, singing the song he wrote for you, “My Answer” {That is a gorgeous love song I had to I’m sorry} You gasp as you look up quickly after hearing Baekhyun’s voice, then look to the screen behind him. The lyrics were popping up, along with pictures that you and him had taken together. Tears fill your eyes. Did he… Did he do this all for you? In front of the whole school, express his love for you? When the song ends, he sets his guitar down, looking at you and only at you as everyone applauds and cheers.

He walks off the stage, kneeling in front of you and taking your hands in his. “I know I’ve been a shitty boyfriend as of late.” You hear a teacher mutter loudly “Byun Baekhyun, language!” You giggle through your tears and he rolls his eyes and mumbles “Way to ruin the mood” He continues “I seriously love you more than any song could say. I didn’t mean what I said yesterday. You are the most genuinely caring girlfriend I’ve ever had. Please… Don’t ever leave me. I love you, Y/N.” You see the desperation, the love in his eyes. He wanted you, no, he needed you, more you could ever know. You chuckle as Chanyeol starts up a “kiss!” chant. You and him both blush, you giggle and whisper in his ear “Should we give them what they want?” He nods, smiling lovingly. “I think we should.” And with that, he presses his lips to yours.

{Ahhhh! I enjoyed writing that so much! Hope you enjoyed reading! Thanks for requesting!}


i haven’t been so happy in a while, this is what happened in two days and gary and carl remembered me, AHHH!

gary’s kids are precious, when everyone was around him taking pictures, one of them came to him like “dad, are you famous or something!!?”

john signed my tattoo and asked if i was gonna get it tattooed and it looked awful so i said sorry man i love you but ……. 

when i asked carl to sign my tattoo he said “what do you want me to write” and i said “idk dude, whats your name..?”, then i said see you tomorrow in brighton and he said “ah wicked, man!!!”

and drew is a very awkward man but lovely

who would win in a fight

Todd Hewitt: Toss up, to the death? You. Just a fist fight? Todd. The 13 year old might not look like much, but he can run for basically the duration of a whole book and has weaponized thought he can use against you. Not to mention, at one point he owned a motorbike and asked for a knife for his birthday. However, he can’t kill (that’s sort of his whole deal), so you’d be able to take the advantage there.

Viola Eade: Viola. She comes from a spaceship and kicks ass. Viola is crafty, she could probably grab a twig from the side of the road, infuse it with some chemical from her bag and set it off as a bomb. She’s also determined and more ruthless than Todd and would do anything for the people she loves.

Manchee: You. He’d probably chase his own tail for the most of it. But…….why are you fighting Manchee. You douche bag.

The Return: The Return. But,,,,dont???? Precious Cinnamon Bun who lost his one-in-particular??? Leave him alone??? He’d kick ur ass anyway. He’s an advanced alien species with firebombs.

Mayor Prentiss: You. Has trouble figuring out the meaning of the words CARING and BEING A DECENT HUMAN BEING, so you’ll be able to shout them to confuse him and go in for the win. 

Ben Moore: Ben. He’s like 6 ft 12 and could probably bench lift a car if he wanted. He once survived getting pretty much shot dead, so I think he’ll be able to take your sorry ass to the curb.

Davy Prentiss: You. Same as his father, he was never taught the concept of human decency. Distract him with a drawing of two people being nice to each other and come up from behind. Double points if the picture is of a dude being nice to a lady.

Mistress Coyle: Her. I hate to say it, but Mistress Coyle, despite her age, could probably take a cage fighter and come back swinging. She’s got righteous determination and probably a good pair of hiking boots.

♡ vaporwave sweaters 4 dudes ♡

i’m on a roll, hey hey.
anyway, here are seven recolored sweaters (including these two) for your dude sims. they’re non-default and standalone, meaning they’ll show up with their own custom thumbnail in CAS – but no custom swatches. sorry!

i really didn’t want to take and edit previews of all seven of them so uh, yeah. .-. made with s4studio, yet again! message me if there are any issues!

tos! ~ don’t steal/reupload/claim as yours/etc. tag my url in pictures you take with them, if you want! 

download! ~ dropbox | box

[ ♡ model: jasper prince. find him in the gallery under ashurrrawth or the hashtags #chuckiesimster and/or #chuckiess. ]