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Bad Romance [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

Request: “Bad Romance” by Lady Gaga + Sebastian? As if she singing to him w/ maybe smut???

a/n: i cant with this song…….’Bad Kids’ remind me of him too. I DIDNT EVEN GET TO THE SMUT?? WTF


Sing-offs aren’t uncommon between two Glee clubs. It’s a civil way to settle something. And after Sebastian basically blackmailed most of the McKinley High Glee club, you decided to take justice into your own hands. Whether the stuck up Warbler liked it or not. So, when you had a free study hall during lunch, you snuck out of school.

Surprisingly, finding Smythe isn’t really that hard. As expected, Dalton is also on their lunch break; he’s munching on his…salad. You roll your eyes, fixing your hair before taking a breath. Now or never, you tell yourself while you hit play on your phone, which is hooked up to speakers. All of the Warblers’ heads whip around at the sound of Lady Gaga’s voice “Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Roma-roma-mamaa!” you start, strutting through the dining hall. “Ga-ga-ooh-la-la! Want your bad romance…

A few of the boys move out of your way and you twirl on the heel of your boot. “Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Roma-roma-mamaa!” Sebastian wipes his mouth, green eyes watching you get closer. “Ga-ga-ooh-la-la! Want your bad romance!” you sing, stopping a boy for a second, smirking at his shocked expression.

I want your ugly,” you wink at the Warbler as he stands up, strutting towards him. “I want your disease, I want your everything, as long as it’s free…” you lick your lips, grabbing his tie while you sing the next part. “I want your love…Love-love-love, I want your love.” you eye his face, batting your eyelashes and letting go of his tie.

He glares, watching your ass shake in your black short shorts. “I want your drama, the touch of your hand… I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand.” you step one of your feet up on the bright blue bench seat that’s connected to the table, peering back over your shoulder. “I want your love, love-love-love…” With each word, you take another step until you’re in the center of the lunch table. “I want your love…Love-love-love I want your love.”

Sebastian’s beautiful green eyes meet yours as you mutter the bridge. “You know that I want you.” you point at him, squinting. “And you know that I need you, I want it bad, your bad romance…” you mutter, chin ducked down.

At the chorus, you jump, catching most of the boys by surprise. “I want your love and I want your revenge,” you strut down the long lunch table, spreading your arms, white and black long sleeved crop top rising, making students clear their places. “You and me could write a bad romance. Oh-oh-oh–oh-oh!” you quickly glance at the Warbler captain, “I want your love and all your lover’s revenge, you and me could write a bad romance!” you belt out, halting in your spot, thumb pointed at your stomach.

The Warblers (along with Sebastian) follow you from the ground. “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance.” you hum, spreading your hands to the side of your face, arms in a less than ninety degree angle. “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance.” you repeat, squinting at the tall brunette as you lower your arms, sitting down.

Slowly, you lean down, back laying on the cool lunch table, face turned to the side to see the French boy. “Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Roma-roma-mamaa! Ga-ga-ooh-la-la! Want your bad romance!” you muse directly at him, feet pushing your body up the table.

His jaw sets and he starts to stalk towards you; rest of the boys creating a semi-circle. “I want your horror, I want your design,” you roll off the table, hair flying around your face when you stand, pointing at him. “‘Cause you’re a criminal, as long as you’re mine…” you gesture to yourself before smirking, spinning on a dime. “I want your love. Love-love-love I want your love-uuhh.” you make sure to sway your hips as you walk away from him, towards another lunch table.

Stopping at the end of the table, you turn back, stomach sucking in. “I want your psycho, your vertigo shtick,” you set your hands on the edge, bucking your hips. “Want you in my rear window, baby you’re sick.” you push yourself up so you’re perched on the table. “I want your love. Love-love-love, I want your love.” you cross your legs, pouting at Sebastian. “Love-love-love, I want your love.

The boys all stand when you spin on your ass, standing up. “You know that I want you, and you know that I need you, I want it bad, bad romance…” you whisper, playing with the boys’ ties while you sashay, brown boots clicking on the metal. “I want your love and I want your revenge. You and me could write a bad romance!” you shout, jumping off the table, facing the wall. “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! I want your love and all your lover’s revenge, you and me could write a bad romance!” You make a beeline towards the green eyed Warbler, smirking at him.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance!” you sing, squinting as you bend over, hands on your stomach. “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance!

Unexpectedly, the Warbler’s join in, singing backup for the next verse. “Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Roma-roma-mamaa! Ga-ga-ooh-la-la! Want your bad romance!” you grin. Sebastian crosses his arms, backing up as you continue to come closer. “Walk, walk fashion baby. Work it, move that bitch crazy…” you repeat a few times until you’re inches from him. “Walk, walk passion baby, work it, I’m a free bitch, baby…” you whisper, eyeing his lips.

Backing up slightly, you point your finger in the air, other hand on your stomach. “I want your love and I want your revenge, I want your love, I don’t wanna be friends!” you shout, hunching over.

Je veux ton amour, et je veux ta revenge. Je veux ton amour, I don’t wanna be friends!” Sebastian harmonizes with you, catching you off guard. “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! I don’t wanna be friends-

You shout at the same time as him, “Caught in a bad romance!

I don’t wanna be friends!” he fumes, shutting his eyes. “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! Want your bad romance…Caught in a bad romance. Want your bad romance!” he spits, grabbing you by the waist, pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes widen and you don’t move, holding your breath. With a deep sigh, he pulls back, panting slightly. “I want you too.”

i cant believe i main lúcio and i haven’t noticed until now 

that the things in his hair aren’t weird beads

they’re speakers

concept: I’m able to fluently express myself in a wide range of languages. The eyes of native speakers lighten up when they hear me speak their language, complimenting me on my skills. I have now access to culture and people in a way I never had before.

when I become a billionaire I will one day rent out a very large outdoor pool in the Florida tropics. I will purchase three 500 carat rough cut diamonds which will then be hidden by my butler and have industrial speakers mounted up blasting Dry Lagoon so I can personally experience one of the greatest moments in gaming history.

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Rick Ross Remixes Solange’s “Cranes in the Sky”

Queen Solange’s A Seat at the Table standout track, “Cranes in the Sky,” now has a Rick Ross remix! The Miami rap mogul gave the soulful R&B track an MMG touch by dropping a few slick verses over the instrumental, contrasting the songstress’ sultry singing. Turn up your speakers and stream the flip here.

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What Even is Normal

Request: You can totally not do this but maybe Barry has a dream about dating the reader and when he wakes up he cant act normally around you, but he tries to ignore his new feelings about you for sake of your friendship.

Pairing: Barry x Reader

H/c= Hair color, H/l= Hair length, E/c= Eye color

A/n: Reader is a senior in college.


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Me w/ Hamilton everyday

Me: *plays the beginning of playlist*

My Family: *groans and complains*

Me: *Music hooked to speaker; slowly turning it up*

Mom: *comes into my room* Turn down that shit down!”

Me: *Turns it down, pouting*

*door closes*

Me: *slowly turns music back up*

Chris&Eva #3 (Skam)

This was requested by lovely anon. 

Chris and Eva next morning after him crashing at her place after a party.

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“Chris?” Eva quietly whispered trying to shake the sleeping boy awake. So far she had no such luck. Thank God her mother was away for work otherwise she would have some serious explaining to do.

“Chris? Chris! For fuck’s sake, Chris! Wake the hell up!” She said shaking him furiously. That’s it, she’s had enough. Eva got up and went to her home audio system, turned it on and seconds later “24k magic” by Bruno Mars started blasting through the speakers.

Chris immediately jumps up looking around like lost puppy until he spots Eva standing there and trying to contain her laughter, but then deciding against it and bursting out in obnoxious giggles. By some odd reason, Chris didn’t find her giggling as annoying as he found it when other girls did it. That said, Eva wasn’t anything like those other girls. She was funny, chill, good friend and quite smart. Not book smart, life smart. Somehow her brain was one of the hottest things about her, not that her curvy figure didn’t immediately attract his attention whenever he came to any party. Weirdly his eyes always seemed to find their way to her…

“Chris? Are you deaf? Why are you looking at me all weird?” Eva asks in concerned tone, every bit of amusement drained  out of her face.

“Uh, I was-I…I’m starving. Do you have any food?” He asks feeling like a fool. Does she have any food? Of course she does. What kind of dumb question is that? He must be have drank one too many beers and now he can’t even think let alone speak properly. First, he’s thinking waaay too much about Eva for his liking and second he managed to ask one of the dumbest questions he could ask right now. What was wrong with him? “I mean of course you have food. What I meant to say is, do you want me to help you cook breakfast?”

“You? Cooking? Really?” She asks dubiously, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. She always does that when she is trying to figure something out for herself. Not that he had paid enough attention to know that… It was just an assumption.

“I’ll have you know that I can make the most divine frittata. Any other frittata that you will eat after that  just won’t do.” He says and gives her one of his signature smiles, that makes most girls week in the knees.

Eva just shakes her head and walk to where he assumes kitchen is located.

He slowly fallows checking out her nice behind.

In kitchen he jumps on the counter and looks at him expectedly.

“Umm, aren’t you going to cook?”

“Well, you just gave this bold statement about air quote “the most divine frittata”, so it wouldn’t really be fair if I messed it up with my poor cooking skills now, would it?” She says smirking. She really didn’t believe that he could do it, did she? Someone was in for a surprise.

He came up to her and taking of his shirt placed it in her lap.

“Hold this for me, will you?” He says giving her his most angelic smile. Eva looks back from his shirt to his face and slowly drags her gaze to his torso.

He places both of his hands on the either side of her thighs, she lifts her eyes and they meet his. The air in the room feels electric, he wonders if they will both burst into flames if he places one of his hands on her waist… Eva takes in shallow breath and he snaps out of his thoughts. What was wrong with him? Why was he so out of it today? 

Do you always cook half naked?” She asks nonchalantly looking everywhere but at him.

“No, usually I’m fully naked.” He says giving her a playful wink. “If you want to see me naked, just ask.” And with that said he turns around and heads for the refrigerator.

“You wish.” She says laughing, now they are back to their bantering selves.

But why does it feel different?

Moments Series – “I’m going to make it up to you.”

6 months

“Baby?” Shawn’s voice comes through the phone. You have him on speakerphone so you can talk to him and make dinner at the same time. You were talking about a whole lot of nothing, just enjoying each other’s presence because lately phone conversations have been your only contact.

But Shawn’s voice had suddenly gone from lightly talking about nothing to serious in a few seconds. “What’s up?” You ask him, grabbing the phone and taking it off of speaker, and holding it up to your ear.

“I’m sorry.” He says, but you don’t know what he’s sorry about. About a thousand different terrible scenarios flash through your mind in a few seconds.

“What happened?” You ask, nervously.

“I know that I said I could make it to your performance next month, but Andrew just told me I have a performance that night. I told him I had your thing, but he said I couldn’t get out of it. I’m contractually obligated to do it. I’m so so sorry baby.”

You swallow hard, trying to hide the disappointment from your voice before you respond. “It’s okay, I know you tried.”

“I’m going to make it up to you, I swear.”

“It’s fine, Shawn. I get it.”

“I feel so bad, I’m really sorry, y/n.”

“It’s okay.” You reply, trying to really mean it. You know that he can’t control it and he really did try. But sometimes his job makes it difficult for you. He apologizes nonstop, and you think maybe he feels worse about it than you do, but that doesn’t make you feel any better.

ok I started the video. it’s a 4:3 skype call that starts with someone holding a speaker up to the mic and blasting horribly low quality music. one guy tells him to stop and it gets uncomfortably quiet. then they scrub through the Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 trailer and one guy burps.

there is an hour, forty seven minutes and fifty five seconds left.

AU where JD sets up tiny speakers under the bleachers instead of bombs and he uses the boiler room not to set up a serious as fuck bomb but to play the saxophone and ruin the cheerleader’s rhythm.

The battle against transphobia is being fought on the streets, in public buildings, in the hospitals, and in conference rooms. Yesterday (03 feb 2017) it was being fought at the USPATH national conference of the World Professional Association for Transgender Health (WPATH) - and won.

WPATH has long been criticized by transgender activists for being elitist and cis-dominated, speaking over transgender people, demanding prohibitly high fees for their conferences and inviting transphobic speakers. 

Yesterday protestors held up this sign and others at the talk by transphobic promoter of conversion therapy Kenneth Zucker. Security was called on them by someone and security threatened to call the police. Witnesses photographing the sign were asked to identify themselves and told that they were being disruptive and would be asked to leave. 

Security was called off by WPATH, but not before being assigned to stand outside of the room set aside for trans people throughout the conference. 

After some lightning quick organizing by trans women of color, a meeting was convened between WPATH/USPATH organizing and the trans folks at the conference in which three demands were presented.

1. An unreserved apology for security being called and for Zucker being scheduled.
2. Zucker’s talk the next day (04 feb 2017) is to be cancelled.
3. Termination of whoever called security.

4. (bonus) trans people get to publicly read the apology, drafted between trans people and USPATH, at the gala tonight.

WPATH agreed to everything. 

This was a powerful victory showing that transphobic speakers will no longer be tolerated at WPATH events and that trans people will not sit back quietly while cisgender ‘professionals’ decide whose voices matter. 

A press release by the activists involved is likely to be released after the gala. 

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“Um…” You scanned the Avengers tower living room, Where all the Christmas gifts were supposed to be. “Who stole all the gifts?”

“What’s going on?” You saw Bucky round the corner, Lazily rubbing his eyes. Obviously he just woke up.

Someone stole the Christmas gifts!” You huffed, Crossing your arms angrily. You were seriously going to kill the teammate who did it.

“We’re not giving them back until you confess!” You heard Tony’s voice booming from the tower speaker. Your face heated up in anger and in rage. ‘Who does this but the Avengers.’

“Confess what?” Bucky asked, Completely confused of what was going on.

“I hate you guys!” You yelled back at them. Getting even more red as time passed. Did they think that would actually work? Just because it was the holidays does not mean you can get everything you want. Someone like Bucky wouldn’t like someone like… Like you.

“What’re they talking about?” 

“…Nothing. Let’s just steal back the gifts.” You muttered, stomping to the megaphone room. (which you hated, For many many reasons,). You should’ve known they would pull something like this.

“No, I want to know.” Bucky grabbed your hand, Stopping you from walking any further.

“Fine! theywantmetotellyouilikeyou. Happy?” You stared down at the floor, Not daring to look into his eyes.

“Yes.” He smiled, Pulling you into his warm body. “I like you a lot too.” He brought his lips to yours, Something you never thought could ever happen. It was so much better than you could’ve imagined. You quickly wrapped your arms 

“Can we have our gifts now!” You yelled, Smiling like an idiot. Bucky just laughed. “I’m pretty sure you’re the gift.” He added, leaning down to kiss you again. You both wanted to stay like that forever.


114. “Who stole all the gifts!?!”  {Winter Prompts List}

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you’re stuck between two people playing fairytale of new york and last christmas on opposing shitty speakers and periodically turning up the volume to spite their opponent so everything gets gradually distorted