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Oscars 2017 Complete Winners List

Best picture:  Moonlight

Best actor: Casey Affleck (Manchester by the Sea)

Best supporting actor:  Mahershala Ali (Moonlight)

Best actress:  Emma Stone (La La Land)

Best supporting actress: Viola Davis (Fences)

Best director:  Kenneth Lonergan (Manchester by the Sea)

Best original screenplay:  Manchester by the Sea

Best adapted screenplay: Moonlight 

Best live-action short: Sing

Best documentary short:  The White Helmets

Best documentary:  OJ: Made in America

Best foreign language film: The Salesman 

Best animated feature: Zootopia 

Best animated short: Piper 

Best cinematography: La La Land 

Best production design: La La Land 

Best score: La La Land 

Best song:  City of Stars (La La Land)

Best visual effects: The Jungle Book 

Best film editing: Hacksaw Ridge 

Best sound editing:  Arrival

Best sound mixing:  Hacksaw Ridge

Best makeup and hairstyling: Suicide Squad

Best costume designFantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Business and Pleasure - Part 18

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 2,059

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: I’m so so sorry it’s taken me so long to get this written, guys. I’m in my last semester of college and these last few weeks have been absolute hell. I’m slowly trying to catch up with life, while also trying to just make it through finals alive. Anyway, I’m not super thrilled with how this chapter came out, but I feel like I owe it to you guys to at least post it. I’m sorry if it’s not up to my usual standards, but I’m doing my best. Hopefully by the next chapter, I’ll be back to being my usual self. 


Originally posted by wishyouwereherexox

“Y/N? Are you almost ready doll? We should get going. The appointment’s in an hour and you know how unpredictable traffic can be around this time,” Bucky smiled at you from the doorway, watching as you pulled on your shoes.

“Yup! Just let me grab my purse and I’ll be ready to go!” You nodded, blushing slightly as you felt his eyes trailing over your figure.

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Movie Theatre Woes

Not a fuck customers so much, rather a happy ending from a surprising source. This happened a while ago, but I only just found this blog and wanted to share.

So I worked at a movie theater for about eight months in 2016. Good job, decent hours and fun co-workers (I shouldn’t have fucked it up by being that coworker that always called in, but I’ve learned from that). Pain in the ass in the heat, but it was bearable.

We were sectioned into four areas:

Concession; people who made popcorn

Bloopers (changed from the brand name); which dealt with hot food like burgers and hot dogs as well as frozen yogurt and ice cream

Floor; which was the people ripping tickets and cleaning the lobby and theaters

Box Office; which was just selling tickets, only open in the evening and all day on weekends.

I HATED being on floor. It was boring, I hated standing around and ripping tickets when I could be interacting with guests for more than 5 seconds, and I loathed cleaning theaters. (Which meant I loved when there weren’t a lot of people in them. We had night guys but we were in there cleaning in the 15 minutes between shows)

So you can imagine how great it was when people stayed around for the clip at the end of the Deadpool movie, and Deadpool straight up told everyone in the theater that leaving their garbage was a dick move. I saw more people coming out wondering where to put their garbage than ever before, and saw some of the cleanest theaters in my time being there. Which is saying something, since we only had one ‘premiere’ theater (bigger screen, better sound, nicer seats, two rows of moving seats) that any Marvel or hyped movie went to.

So thanks, Deadpool, for making being on floor not shit for the two/three weeks you were in our theater.

Diabolik lovers Lost Eden: Sakamaki prologue ~translation~

This translation was made by: @ariadnasmtk
Y gracias a @rabbaniworld que hizo los monólogos :3 Muchas gracias chicas!


Place: Outside the Sakamaki Mansion.


Yui: (Fuu…Today was exhausting as well.)
Yui: (Now that I finished that small exam I had, I’m going to take a bath and go to sleep.)

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Happier

It was actually Tater who showed him the video, though not on purpose. Tater had seen the Aces had uploaded a new video to their youtube. It had caught his eye sing it mentioned the new Ed Sheeran album, clicking on it excitedly as some the falcs gathered around the small screen of Tater’s phone.

           Jack, who had been sitting next to Tater anyway, wasn’t paying much attention until he heard Kent’s name mentioned.

           “Kent’s singing in the stick room!” The hushed laughter of two of the Aces sounded off screen as they cracked the door open slightly to film Kent. “We’ve been trying to get a video of him singing for ages.”

           Jack was trapped by the players leaning on his chair and gathered around them, unable to escape he tried to ignore it. He couldn’t ignore it. Kent’s voice had a way to reaching him, crawling into back of his skull. Kent hadn’t sung much back before the draft, very few people had heard him sing. Even Jack had only heard him sing a few times.

           The last time Jack had seen Kent was at a game. A game that Bitty had attended. Jack had brought Bitty with him when the team went out for drinks, where they had run into a few Aces, including Kent. Jack had Kent recognise Bitty, and Jack didn’t think it was much of a leap for Kent to figure it out.

           On the screen Kent’s voice went into the chorus of ‘Happier’ by Ed Sheeran, Jack only recognised the song because Bitty had been excited about the new album and it was one of the few albums that both of them enjoyed.

           “Yeah, you look happier, you do. Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you, but ain’t nobody love you like I love you.” Kent sang. His expressions matched the lyrics as he sung.

           Jack stopped pretending to ignore it, the lyrics seemed so heartfelt, and Kent always managed to get a reaction out of Jack, whether he meant to or not. Jack knew rationally that Kent wasn’t doing thison purpose, he was just singing as he worked, but Jack still felt as though it were directed at him.

           The video stopped as one the Ace GM’s shooed them away. As soon as it ended the falcs started talking about it.

           “Parse got pipes.” Thirdy whistled.

           “Maybe he quit, become singer.” Laughed Tater.

           “Damn, hey Jack did you know Parse could sing?” Snowy nudged Jack’s shoulder, bringing him out of his thoughts.

           The look on Jack’s face must have been something because suddenly they were all looking at him, Marty and Thirdy frowing slightly. They had all met Bitty, they knew who he was to Jack, and suddenly the pieces fell into place for them.

           “Oh –”

Jack stumbled a bit as he stood up.

           “Uh yeah, little bit.” But his voice was weak, so he coughed and repeated what he said. Then he had left.

It was well after practice when Kent called him. He was attempting to make a meal Bitty had left the recipe for and was about to give up when his phone started ringing. He paused when he saw the caller ID, then took a breath and answered it.

           “Kent.” He said. On the other end he could hear a deep breath.

           “Hey, Jack.” There was a beat as neither said anything. “It wasn’t about you. I mean, it wasn’t meant to be. I was just like that song, but I guess if the shoe fits.” He gave a humourless laugh.

           Jack tried to say something, but honestly couldn’t think of what to say. I know you didn’t mean it. I know it wasn’t for me. I know you don’t still love me because you never did.

           “You do look happier though, the Falcs are a good team and… and with Bittle too. I saw you guys when we first came into the bar, and you guys looked so happy. And Zimms, I’m happy that you’re happy now.”

           “I – thanks Kent.” After their first game against one another, he though that’s how it would always be. Similar to how their relationship had been, all physical and no communication.

           Kent gave a quiet laugh on the other end of the line. There was long moment of silence as Jack desperately thought of something to say. If this was when they finally talked to each other, then he wanted to get it all out. He didn’t want this to be a one off, he didn’t want them to go back to having that uncomfortable tension around them. Because after everything, Kent had been his friend. His best friend.

           “I want you to be happy too. I was perhaps a little jealous, when you won the Stanley cup, but I was also a little, proud? If that’s the right word. I don’t know. But I just thought, ‘that’s the Parse I know.’”

           “Thanks Jack, but you don’t need to do this.” Kent’s voice dropped to a saddened whisper. “I know I’ve not been great. Especially last that November I – I know I’m a dick alright? I just, ah fuck Jack, there’s so much to say.”

           “Yeah I know.” Beat. “I was a dick too.”

           “Who you? Never.” Kent cursed ast himself and sighed. “Fuck jack, sorry, I know, we’re actually trying for once and I’m already being, ha, well I’m being me. An asshole.”

           “Yeah well, we’re both assholes.” Jack took a moment to work up the courage to say his next words. “I shouldn’t have – I should’ve – ah, Kent –” Jack closed his eyes and tried to arrange his words in a cohesive manner.

           “How about the next time you’re in Vagas, or if I’m ever in Providence, we can get coffee, or dinner, or something. Hash it all out properly.” Kent’s voice sounded tired.

           Jack swallowed thickly, “Yeah Kent, that sounds great.”

           “And hey, maybe you can invite Bittle.”

           Jack smiled to himself, “Sure Kent.”

           “See ya around, Zimms.”

           “Yeah, I’ll see you Kenny.” There was a soft sound on the other end of the line as Jack used Kent’s old nickname, the one only Jack had used.

           As the call disconnected, Jack allowed himself a moment to absorb what had happened that day. After he had seen the video he had tried his hardest not to think about it. To not overanalyse it. And that call, Kent had tried to apologise, and he had attempted to do the same. They were possibly going to have a sit down and actually talk about it.

           Jack tried to gauge how he felt about that. There was a slight nervous feeling, the beginning of what would probably be him overthinking and getting a hell of a lot of anxiety over it. But at the same time, there was a calm wave slowly rolling in, he was going to get over this block that was in his past.

           His phone buzzed again on the countertop. Looking at the caller ID he smiled. Any tension he felt drained from him as he answered before the first ring had finished.

           “Jack! Honey, I just saw the video, are you -” 

           “Hey Bits, guess who just called?”

Left Behind

Originally posted by multi-fandom-imagines13


Summary: Request-  May I request? It’s quite angsty and the scenario is where the reader, Winter Soldier and Captain America are in a life threatening situation, in which only two of them can make it out alive so the reader devises a plan - Prompt line: “You have to trust me on this one” that requires her to stay behind and get killed. The other two don’t realize what the reader has done till it’s too late.

Warnings/Themes: Angst, Panic, Implication of character death, cussing

Author’s Note: I’m not lying when I say that I wrote this at 2am in the morning. This has not been checked for errors, so woops. Enjoy some angst and bad fluency!

Word Count: 2,270 words

Y/N = Your Name

”Making my way to the front of the compromised helicarrier. (Y/N), Buck, do you guys copy?”

“Got it Cap. How many are you seeing, Bucky?”

“Three by the looks of it.”

You were looking for a bomb, the reason unknown to you. The problem was- it was designed so compactly that it would’ve been the size of a fucking lipstick tube and no one would know.

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Late-Night Escape

I just wanted to write some smooches and play with that headcanon of mine that Hanzo just likes kissing a lot  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The room is dark, lit only by the gentle glow of the TV on the far wall. The clock next to it says 3:02 AM. There is a movie playing on the television screen, its sound dimmed to a low murmur, but Hanzo has long since lost track of the plot. His eyes are heavy with drowsiness, but he can’t bring himself to get to his feet and go back to bed.

Beside him, McCree sits, gazing absently toward the TV but looking likewise unfocused. His head is propped in his hand, his body turned toward Hanzo but attention elsewhere. Between them, their hands are joined and resting on the couch, and McCree’s thumb strokes idly over Hanzo’s skin. McCree had been too on-edge, too raw from his own nightmares when he stumbled into the rec room to handle any other contact, but they had both needed that grounding touch. For Hanzo, it is not quite enough, but he will not push McCree’s boundaries.

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