standing on some dude

Seeing people complain about the CW’s lack of positive female rep and in particular female friendships is great. Seeing them complain about Arrow especially is even better.

Seeing them complain about it without mentioning Laurel Lance though, is WILD.

“Felicity’s so isolated, she has no female friendships”

“The new team has no women”

“What happened to women supporting women”

“Why are there no female friendships”

like, man, I dunno, it’s like they all disappeared for NO REASON I WONDER WHAT HAPPENED

no offense but my favorite story of billie’s is the one where some dude was driving by when he was standing on the street and just screams “fuck you billie joe! green day fuckin sucks!” out his window so then when the car stops in traffic billie literally dives into the car through the window and starts beating the shit out of this dude, and the whole time he’s on the phone with adrienne in the middle of some big fight with her. I could not make this shit up what a wild guy

  • Me @ me right this very second: I swear to god if you start organizing or formatting a single thing tonight I will punch you square in the goddamn face, I will fucking end you don't test me

Ok kiddos let me explain you a thing right now:
If you are watching a video and the sound is clear, that video was staged.

You ever actually listen to the shit you record in your phone? You ever wonder why your home movies sound so terrible?

Let me let you in on a little filmmaker’s secret ok:
IF THE MICROPHONE IS MOUNTED TO THE CAMERA THEN THE AUDIO WILL PROBABLY SOUND LIKE SHIT.
IF YOU CANNOT ADJUST THE RECORDING VOLUME AT THE TIME OF RECORDING YOUR AUDIO WILL PROBABLY SOUND LIKE SHIT.

So the next time you see a video that seems horrible or awful or sweet oh what-fucking-ever, listen to it.

Cause if it looks windy and there’s no wind noise? It’s staged.

If the camera is about 20 ft from the subject yet sounds like the person is sitting right next to you? It’s staged.

Granted there are ways around this, but those require an actual crew. So if you’re watching a documentary that has an actual budget, then yeah sure it might not be staged (though that’s been known to happen in docs as well).

But if this video is being passed off as “candid” or surreptitious “phone” recording, just know it’s fake. It’s staged. There is only so much you can fix in post.

The Waiting Game

Based on that Tumblr prompt found here. I’m sorry. This is essentially crack. Please don’t hate me.


Tommie Oliver once thought they were a patient person. They’ve dealt with enough bullshit in their life to know when to just take a few deep breaths and bite their tongue, and only seldom do they lay they’re foot down to swing a few punches. You’ve still got to stand up for yourself some of the time, otherwise who will?

“Billy, dude, you’re cheating! Where did you learn all those combos?”

“I figured them out by myself. This one is double jump, left punch, right punch, squat, circle, circle, jump, roll, left, roll, double backflip.”

“…Okay. What comes after ‘left punch’?”

Tommie smiles at the two boys relaxing on their couch, all of their focus dedicated to the game they’re playing on Jason’s Xbox.

Well maybe they can think of a few people who would stand up for them.

Jason reaches over Billy to grab a handful of popcorn, stuffing half of it in his mouth and throwing the other half at Tommie lounging in the recliner. “Dude will you text Kimberly? She was supposed to be here like an hour ago.”

“Didn’t she say she was stopping by Krispy Kreme for a coffee? Maybe it’s busy.”

“It doesn’t take that long to get a coffee Billy.”

“Relax Jase,” Tommie says, pulling their phone out of their pocket and clicking on Kim’s contact. “I’ll text her now. No need to get your jockstrap in a twist.” This earns Tommie another shower of popcorn.

“Yo dude where ya at? Guys are gettin antsy and Jasons being momish again”

“Also if youre still at krispy kreme get me a donut”

“Billy too”

“HEY YOU GUYS!” Billy and Jason groan as Zack throws himself over the back of the couch, kicking Jason’s stomach and elbowing Billy in the thigh. Surprisingly he doesn’t spill a single drop of his soda, which is good because Tommie’s certain their mother would murder them if anyone got a stain on the couch. “What level are you guys on?” He asks, taking a sip of his drink, still casually sprawled out on both the boys’ laps. Jason shoves him off and Zack manages to hold the can upright, even as his face kisses the floor. A scuffle ensues between the two (after Zack puts his drink down) and Jason’s controller gets lost in the cushions.

Billy pauses the game and turns to Tommie. “Has you’re cousin texted you yet?”

Tommie shakes their head. “Not yet.”

“Wait, cousin?” Zack gasps from Jason’s headlock, grinning. “Is this the hot one that lives in Texas?”

“Yes, my hot, very gay, cousin from Texas,” Tommie clarifies, rolling their eyes as Zack shrugs and twists out of Jason’s hold. They settle back into the couch, Zack picking at the popcorn while Jason steals a sip from his soda. “She’s been having troubles with her family since she came out to them, but her parents finally agreed to let her come up to Angel Grove to live with me and my parents for a while. She texted me yesterday when she was at the airport but I think her flight got delayed or something. She’s supposed to text me when she lands in Arcata.”

Just then Tommie’s phone beeps.

Zack laughs. “Speak of the Devil and he shall appear.”

Tommie shakes their head. “Nah it’s just Kim.”

KimPossible: “Sorry, got caught up in somethin”

Tommie frowns a little but before they have a chance to ask where Kim actually is another message comes through from their best friend.

KimPossible: “So I think I’m bi”

Tommie’s eyes widen and their jaw drops a little. “Holy fuck!”

“What? Is it Kim?”

“Uh… yeah. Dudes, she just texted me saying she’s bi.”

Jason jumps up cheering, punching the air a few times before holding out his hand to Zack who grumbles and digs into his wallet, forking over a twenty. Tommie ignores the boys as they start to argue who technically called Kim’s sexuality first and types a message back to Kim.

“DUDE! Fur realzzz?”

“Just like all the sudden right this moment? hell yeah do it!”

“I said I thought she was a lesbian and since lesbians are into women, I was half right so technically I only owe you ten bucks.”

“Zack that’s not how this works.”

“It’s kind of how it works.”

“Actually Zack, bisexuality is being sexually attracted to both genders, female and male, while homosexuality is strictly being sexually attracted to the same sex.”

“Thank-you Billy.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Tommie’s phone beeps and everyone goes quite, leaning towards Tommie expectantly.

KimPossible: “like as in I was just with a girl and iiii”

“OH FUCK!”

“Zack! Language!”

“GET IT KIMMY!”

Tommie shushes them and types back, “like WITH a girl or like with a girl and you looked at her and realized wow lets have sex and get married”

It takes a minute. A long, excruciating, bickering-boys filled minute, before Tommie’s phone beeps once more.

KimPossible: “like as in I PRETTY much just had sex with a girl”

For a long minute, no one says anything. They all just stare at one another with their mouths open and catching flies. And suddenly they’re all talking at once.

“I FUCKING CALLED IT!”

“She blew us off-”

“TO BLOW ANOTHER GIRL!”

“Jesus Zack, chill.”

“No! You know what, gimme the phone!”

“Wha- Zack! Hey! No stop!”


“??????”

“UM”

“WHA T”

“YOU CANT JUST CASUALLY SAY THAT AND NOT LIKE EXPLAIN IT AT ALL”

“ARE YOU GOING TO EXPLAIN THIS TO US!!”

“Sorry Kimberly that was Zack. This is Billy. Tommie currently has Zack pinned to the ground.”

“Ouch. That looked painful.”

“Yo Kim its Jazon. Thank you for coming out cuz I won twenty bucks from Za”

“PLe asE”

“KIMMY”

“BKI MMY”

“EDO NOT LEAVE ME HANDINHERE”

“Fucking Zack keeps stealing my phone and running away”

“But seriously??? Dude like what!!”

“K IM B E RLY ANN HART YOU BITCH”

“COME BACK”

“IM GOIG TO KICK YOUR ASS”

“Hi Kim. It’s Billy again. Jason’s holding Zack hostage in the bathroom. Tommie’s nose is bleeding which is why I’m texting you. Just wondering where you are.”

“Uh oh”

“Zack broke down the door. Tommie’s pissed.”

“I SWEA R TO GOD”

“KIMMYE AHT THE FUCKE”

“WHERE DID YOU GO WHAS GOING ON ARE YOH LIKE STILL HAVIGN SEX EITH HER”

“Kimberly its Jase. Dude please text back zacks gone nutzo”

“and wed all like details ;)”

“Okay it’s me again. so like whatisgoing on!! please just answere”

“dude don’t make us come over there”

“*sighs* we’ll wait”

“…”

“Alrigt done waiting what is the deal whats goinf on I s2g Kimberly”

“why are you doing this to us??”

“Did you fuck your phone into nonexistence”

“did you tumble headfirst into a black hole of bisexuality”

“and if you did can me and Zack join i”

“u*”

“Well technically Zack’s pan so I gue”

“*HEAVY SIGH*”

“KIMBERLY”

“Fucking zack”

“Ohmygod”

“Oh My God for Fuckks sake KIM”

“Okay you bitch its been almost an hour and we’re all dying what the hell”

“…………”

“Jason 1 moree, seriously holy shit where did you GO”

“You cant just sAy that and then disappear????”

“Kim these boys are killing me pppuuuleeaseeee!!”


An hour later and they’re all lying on the living room floor. Jason’s got a bag of peas pressed against his left eye and Tommie’s got a wad of toilet paper shoved up their nose. Zack has too many battle wounds to count. He might also be unconscious but the excitement from Kim’s first message has waned and left all of them too drained to check.

“When was the last time you texted her?” Jason whines. Billy walks into the room carrying two zip-lock baggies filled with ice; one he switches out for the peas and the other he lays across Zack’s back. Both boys grumble their thanks.

“Fifteen minutes ago.” They all groan in unison but it’s cut short when Tommie’s pocket dings.

KimPossible: “46 TEXTS”

“Finally! The pillow princess has arisen!”

Tommie rolls their eyes and frantically asks said ‘princess’ where she’s been. “Zack don’t make me pin you again.”

Zack snickers. “You know I don’t think that’s as punishing as you’re hoping for m’lady.”

Another ding. Tommie reads the message before bursting into laughter. Billy asks what she said and Tommie merely holds their phone out for the others to read.

KimPossible: “I was… SHE WAS STILL HERE”

Jason groans again as Zack holds up a finger, face pressed into the carpet, huffing out something that sounds similar to “called it, that bitch”.

“Laughing now cause I was right you were still banging her omg”

KimPossible: “a black hole of bisexuality?! haha”

KimPossible: “yes”

Jason groans again, tossing his ice bag on the coffee table. “Tell her to cart her glowing arse over here so we can tell her how much we hate her right now.”

Tommie salutes him but just as they finish relaying the message, another one comes through.

Baby T: “Hey Cuz! How surprised would you be if I suddenly showed up at your doorstep in the next, say, five seconds?”

Tommie gasps. “No way!” The boys look up at them just as the doorbell rings and Tommie’s sprinting for the front door. And when they open it they squeal. “Trini!”

“Hey!” Trini drops her bag as Tommie pulls her in for a hug, rocking back and forth in place and giggling.

“What the hell dude, I thought you were gonna text me when you got in? And I thought your flight got delayed? Bitch how are you?!”

Trini scoffs, pushing Tommie away to glare at them with mock anger. “Ay, hermana, give me a second to breathe. Geez you’re almost as bad as my mother.”

Tommie winces and tries for an endearing smile. “Sorry. How did that go anyways?”

Trini shrugs, picking imaginary lint off the leather jacket that seems oddly familiar but Tommie doesn’t know why because they’ve never seen Trini wearing it before. But then Trini sighs and says, “Eh, you know how my parents are. Angry they don’t get to control me anymore, but glad I’m out of their life,” and then Tommie’s too focused on wrapping their cousin up in a tight hug.

“Well you’re here now, that’s what matters.”

Someone coughs behind them and Tommie smiles before pulling back. “Oh yeah, my friends are here. They’ve been dying to meet you.” Trini picks up her suitcase and follows Tommie through the doorway into the living room. “Trin, these are the boys: Jason, Zack, and Billy. Boys, this is my cousin Trini.”

Zack jumps up from the floor with newfound energy and vaults over the couch again, bowing before the two of them. “Enchanté mademoiselle Trini,” he says, looking up at her and winking.

Trini’s brow raises. “Yeah that ain’t gonna work on me homeboy.”

“Yes, he knows that but he’s also an idiot so you’ll have to excuse him,” Tommie sighs, shoving past Zack and nearly knocking the lanky boy off balance. “We can throw your stuff upstairs in your new room later. Right now, I wanna know how you’re doing. Why didn’t you text me when you got to Cali?”

“Well you know my flight got delayed yesterday afternoon and we didn’t board until practically three a.m. this morning, so I basically slept the entire plane ride to Arcata. And then I wanted to surprise you so I grabbed a cab and got a ride up to Angel Grove and here I am.”

“So where have you been?” Trini freezes and everyone looks over at Billy who blushes sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be nosy.”

Tommie smiles. “That’s okay B. Did you want to ask something?”

Billy fidgets a little in his seat before starting one of his long winded spiels. “Well a flight from Dallas, Texas to Arcata, California, is approximately 1,590 miles—or 2560 kilometers if you prefer metric—and depending on airline, departure time, and air turbulence, the flight time should have been six hours and eighteen minutes—twenty-two to twenty-five if you include actually getting off the plane. And then the ride from Arcata to Angel Grove is approximately seventy miles—one-hundred and twelve in kilometers—and then depending on traffic and the speed of the vehicle you traveled in, it would have been another hour and twenty-nine minutes to Angel Grove from Arcata airport. So combining all those times and estimating your plane left Dallas at four this morning, you should have arrived at Tommie’s house,” Billy pauses to look at his watch and mumbles a few numbers, “three hours, forty-six minutes, and thirteen seconds ago.”

Tommie glances at their cousin, confused yet intrigued. Trini laughs, an awkward sound that comes out pitchy and painful. “Smart one, isn’t he?” She clears her throat and wipes her hands on her jeans. “Well I did get here a few hours ago but I stopped downtown for some food annnd…” she drags out, peeking over at Tommie, “may have shared a coffee with someone.”

Tommie gasps. “Nuh uh! Dude you’re not here a full day and you’re already hooking up with some chick?! Fucking hell dude! Do I know her? Please tell me I don’t know her. What was her name? Ah! It better not have been Samantha Brow, that girl is super trashy. Or was it Eliza Fitzwilliam… wait is she gay? She’s gay right? Oh hell, If you say ‘Amanda Clark’ I might cut a mother-”

There’s a knock before the sound of the front door opening. “Guys?”

It’s Kim.

Tommie’s brow furrows for a second as Jason calls to Kim, watching as Trini’s face tinges red, fiddling with the leather jacket she’s wearing that Tommie knows they’ve seen before but on someone else, someone taller, with shorter hair…

The alarm bells begin to ring along with the sound of Kimberly making her way into the living room, saying, “Okay before anyone says anything, I just want to say-” And it’s like the oxygen gets sucked out of the room and everyone’s holding their breath as Kim notices the girl sitting beside Tommie. The girl currently wearing her leather jacket.

“Hi,” Trini says with a gentle smile.

And Kim laughs a little breathlessly. “H-hi.”

The moment lies on a tipping point, silence encompassing the room as everyone suddenly connects all the dots, and then…

“YOU FUCKED MY COUSIN?!”

Go help out at the Conclave, they said.

It’ll be fun, they said.

Also known as Maraas ruminating over the irony of taking a “cushy” job for once.

hey uh quick question but like…why is it that keith & lance have a literal meet-cute like just. why’d the writers choose to introduce their relationship/dynamic that way, with them just stumbling into each other saving some other dude…being all stand-offish with each other & lance insisting keith remembers him it’s just. it feels like something out of a romantic comedy or some shit and i’m crying tears of blood

hello how are you? hope you’re fine and ready for me to spam your askbox! xD since we’re getting closer to summer B/ *makes success fist* i was wondering how would our baes react to seeing their crush’s very alluring figure in a swimsuit/bikini the first time? - maybe for ace, sabo, law, shanks ? idk if anyone else wants to add more into this request? headcanons are fine for me. thank you :3 *leaves a crepe here for you   

A/N: *eats the crepe happily* thank you! I’m great, I hope you’re fine too, also, I imagined all of them with no shirt………. yeah………. God bless. 💗


Ace

  • The whole Whitebeard crew had decided to just chill at the beach for today, the weather too good to waste it in other ways
  • Everyone was either having fun in the water, slurping on some drinks or if they couldn’t enjoy the waves, sitting on some towels and enjoying the sun
  • Ace was standing somewhere, searching for you with his eyes while he’s talking to someone, wondering why he hasn’t seen you yet
  • He’s about to ask Thatch where you are, when he sees you happily walking into their direction in a bikini, showing off your body just perfectly
  • Get ready for the nosebleeds
  • He forgets to breath for a few seconds and just stares at your body in pure amazement
  • His ears turn red and his eyes grow twice the size
  • “Ace, what are you staring at?- oh, oh my god…” Thatch would notice too and after a seconds he would glance back at his fellow member, only to see him practically drooling at your sight “Jeez, get a grip, what are you? 13?”
  • Let’s just say Ace wasn’t so sure about his age anymore, he wasn’t even sure about his own name, too focused on a certain someone
  • But then you walk up to both of them and smile in such a innocent way, the freckled man wants to cry and run away
  • “Hey guys!”, you happily say and Ace just… no
  • He can’t even bear to look at you so he just stares at the sky, sand- hell, he even stares into Thatch’s eyes in pure horror
  • You’re too close, but at the same time, someone in the back of his mind just whispers, you’re not close enough ;-)
  • You get confused at his reaction and ask him if he wants to drink something and he just…
  • “My favourite colour is red.”
  • He wants to smack himself in the face, but he just closes his eyes
  • Thatch starts to laugh and you just shake your head in amusement
  • After a few more failed conversation starters you decide to leave the poor man alone, so you turn around 
  • You’re about to walk away, when you turn around again and catch Ace staring right at your booty and… is he drooling?
  • Thatch is cracking up and smacks the back of his friends head and you can’t help but laugh too, all while Ace’s whole face turns bright red and apologies fly out of his mouth and he wants to cry and hide and hates thatch and oh my god
  • this kid is2g

Sabo

  • Okay, Sabo is such a cutie
  • When he first saw your body in a bikini/swimsuit, he couldn’t breath either
  • He was so amazed by your sight, he almost forgot to behave
  • But only almost, he knows how to handle this feeling, he’s a man
  • Instantly, he glances at the floor/sand and tries his best to get him under control again you interpret what I mean with that 
  • Turns out to be a bit harder then expected, because you just look too good  this sounds really wrong and I’m really sorry LMAO
  • You wouldn’t even notice his reaction and just go and talk to koala a few metres away from him 
  • Everything is fine for a while, but then you just feel like someone keeps staring at you
  • You turn around but never see someone and you’re just???
  • So you ask Koala if someone stares at you and she just glances behind you and then giggles uncontrollably
  • You get curious and ask what’s going on, so she comes closer and whispers into your ear:
  • “Sabo’s face is burning red! He keeps glancing at you, I’m sure his drink is already empty but he just doesn’t want- no wait, can’t get up!”
  • You turn around too and then you catch him
  • He starts to choke and turns his head around, suddenly getting panicked
  • You grin, walk up to him and sit down next to him, “Hi.”
  • ohmygod ohmygod what the- they noticed I stared I am so oh my god- 
  • “Hey.”
  • “It’s really hot today, don’t you think?”
  • “OH, yes, it sure is hot today, haha. So hot, so freaking… hot.”
  • He glances at your face and you just bite your lip at his face
  • He looks like he’s about to cry
  • “You look beautiful.” He whispers, even though he didn’t really wanted to say that out loud
  • You thank him laughing and playfully grab his arm and he just freezes
  • He feels it, it just got too hot and you’re too close and you look so beautiful and your smile is so adorable and oh, oh no-
  • He excuses himself and runs into the nearest hiding spot, blushing extremely
  • Koala is still laughing in the background

Law

  • Okay, now Law is different
  • He’s not reacting like Sabo or Ace, no
  • He actually doesn’t like to see you like this, because even though he has admitted that he likes you, no one else knows that he’s into you, so therefor others will stare at you in ways, he doesn’t want them to
  • He gets a bit pissy and his mood just drops a bit
  • And yet he can’t help but think how gorgeous your body looks in this light or how good your skin must feel under his fingertips
  • He notices you playing with Penguin in the water and gets so frustrated, because first, he can’t join you and second, Penguin is being too friendly for his taste
  • After a while you notice him being grumpy in the sand, so you turn to your friend and open your mouth, about to tell him that you’re leaving, when you suddenly feel a weird vibration around you and then everything is lighly blue?
  • “Room.”
  • A second later you’re next to Law in the sand and almost fall down from the sudden change of location
  • You stare at the dark haired man and just go ????
  • And he just glances at you, “I thought there was a shark.”
  • Yeah, no, there was no shark
  • “You should wear something else, Y/N.”, he then mumbles and you merely smirk
  • “Why? You don’t think I look good in this?”
  • And he just hides his face in his hat, but you know he turned red, you just know it 
  • “That’s not it.”
  • “Yeah,” You grin and then you say it, “I know. I saw the way you stared, Captain.”
  • He is speechless and you cover your mouth with your hand so you don’t start to laugh loudly
  • His brain works super fast, trying his best to find an excuse to why he was staring and then he just gulps,
  • “I wasn’t staring. I was just making sure you don’t get hurt.”
  • “Of course, how admirable.” you say and stand up, on your way to get something to drink, when you bend down and whisper:
  • “I don’t mind you staring, because I was staring at you too, Law.” and then you leave just like that
  • And he just swears, he will make sure everyone knows you belong to him, everyone 

Shanks

  • *laughs in shanks*
  • Okay, my beautiful, gorgeous, stupid, hilarious little daddy shanks
  • This man, oh my god
  • Secretly staring and drooling? Nah, he’s too old for this crap
  • The red haired man will simply walk up to you the second he sees you and flirt with you as much as he can
  • Get ready for a lot of compliments
  • “No wonder it suddenly got so hot, I mean look at you…” - “Everytime I look at you, you just seem to get more beautiful.” - “Y/N, Hancock has got nothing on you…”
  • If other people talked to you like this you’d probably smack them and leave, but it’s shanks and you’re crushing on him so you just thank him and giggle
  • Shanks just feels like you’re the perfect wifey for him; you’re smart, funny, strong minded, kind and so so beautiful
  • also he can’t help but wonder how your skin feels like against his ;-)
  • After a few more seconds of flirting talking to each other, someone calls for him, so he has to leave for a short while
  • You stand there in the sun and then, some random dude comes up to you and starts to flirt in such a weird way, you feel uncomfortable, you try to be polite and leave, but it’s not as easy as you thought and then, oh my god
  • Guess who notices
  • Yes, you know who
  • He is by your side in a few short heartbeats and suddenly, he’s not as playful as before anymore
  • “Is that how you talk to a woman?”, he asks and glares at the dude in such a scary way…
  • You actually feel a bit sorry for him, but then he sprints away and you don’t really care anymore
  • Shanks takes you to the other members and you all sit on the sand and have a nice chat
  • He doesn’t really care if other people stare at you, as long as you don’t feel uncomfortable or if they don’t get disrespectful, he feels like they’re complimenting you
  • He actually feels a bit proud, because yes, this beauty next to him is in his crew and yes, he knows you’re liking him as much as he likes you
  • Yeah, Shanks is just great I love him
  • also, shanks in no shirt *drools in ace- style*

My mom woke me up angrily telling me that we were going to dollar general. For some reason I was very mad and stayed in my pajamas. When we were there, I sat in the cart as she pushed it. Then, we came to the makeup section and there were these urban decay highlighters I wanted, so we went to the counter. But my mom vanished and instead some dude was standing there and said he’d pay. I was fine with it and turned around, but when I looked back at him, he’d scraped all of the highlighters into one container and said, “look, now they’re all one.” I was so upset I started crying and yelling at him and then went and tried to attempt to separate the highlighters.

Work the Middle

pairing: oak x reader

request:  not technically a request but kind of a request? @imagineham was one of the winners of my 3k fic giveaway (over a month ago, because i am TRASH GARBAGE) and she requested an oak one-night-stand fic. so this is that.

summary: some unfortunate dude is hitting on reader, oak steps in and pretends to be reader’s boyfriend to make him go away. he is rewarded for his good behavior.

warnings: swearing (probably), bondage, D/s, praise kink, dirty talk, body worship, one night stand with someone who’s name you don’t know

word count: 1,743 (gasp can u even believe i know how to shut up)

a/n: i haven’t posted in over a month (because i’m trash garbage) and i haven’t posted either of my contest winner fics yet (BECAUSE I’M, REPEAT AFTER ME KIDS, TRASH GARBAGE). this is one of those!!! ok hope u like it byeeeee



“Come on, baby, don’t be like that,” the man slurs, moving closer to you. Waves of his scotch-laced breath crash into your face as you shift away.

“I fucking said no, jackass,” you huff. Your chest suddenly feels very exposed in your lace-up top, so you cross your arms to cover it as inconspicuously as possible.

The man’s face contorts in anger, redness starting at his receding hairline and creeping down his neck. He points a finger, shoving it incredibly close to your face. “Listen, bitch-”

“Something happening, babe?” Another man sidles up to you, arm looping delicately over your shoulder.

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So, why do I think this group of six white men from suburban Philadelphia is better than all the other groups of suburban white men playing pop-punk out there in the world? I could easily write a long list, but in the end, it comes down to growth. The Wonder Years have allowed themselves to grow and evolve as a band as they’ve grown and evolved into adulthood, with all the messiness and complications that come with it. And they have trusted their audience to follow them on that journey.

Part of it, I think, is their longevity. The Wonder Years are going strong ten years into their career, while so many of their peers have burned out after a record or two in their early to mid twenties. But more importantly, they aren’t afraid of alienating their fans, of trying new things, of writing about their lives and the ways they move through the world.

Pop-punk as a whole is not a genre particularly known for its innovation and maturity. Take genre elders New Found Glory. Undoubtedly they are one of the most important pop-punk bands of the 21st century. Pretty much every band in the genre today cites them as a direct influence to some degree, The Wonder Years included. But for the past 20 years they have been making essentially the same record over and over again. (There was a minor diversion in 2006’s Coming Home, but it wasn’t anything more than a blip on the radar. 2009’s Not Without A Fight picked right back up where they had left off, pardon the pun). And that’s not to say that the one album NFG has been making all these years isn’t good, I own and enjoy every single one of them, but there has been no progression in their sound and in their lyrics. They’re late-30-something men writing the same songs they made in their late teens. And they are far from the only pop-punk band to do that. What makes The Wonder Years special, and worth spending a whole week writing about, is that they have grown. Their perspectives have changed and the songs they wrote when they were 18 are not the songs they’re writing now.

For a quick study in these contrasts, look at “Melrose Diner,” off their breakout album The Upsides and “You In January,” from their most recent release No Closer To Heaven. TWY don’t really write about love and relationships very much, an anomaly for the genre, but in the beginning of their career, Dan Campbell, the band’s singer and primary lyricist, was willing to disparage his ex as a way to disparage himself. In “Melrose Diner” he lists petty things he hates about an ex girlfriend, and he can’t stand seeing her with some other guy. His friends bag on this new dude, trying to make him feel better, but in the end he still wishes she was around. As far as pop-punk songs about exes go, it’s pretty mild, and in the end, it’s more about Campbell’s loneliness and wanting to push people away, but I still think it fits more within the paradigm than not. (Sidenote: there should be more pro wrestling themed music videos in the world. Get on that, music).

Five years later, on “You In January,” Campbell shares small moments of intimacy with his wife. The first day in their new apartment together, places they’ve traveled, running the dishwasher before he leaves for a long tour. And obviously the difference in tone from an ex to a longtime partner is a huge component in how these songs come across, but since pop-punk is such an overwhelming young genre, its love songs tend to be visceral, positively or negatively. “You In January” conveys love in its small ways, it has the nuance of growing up, the way “Melrose Diner” lacks.

So this week I’m going to look at TWY through the major themes they tackle in their music, and how they’ve grown in their perspectives. Their songs about mental health, loss, home, and trying to find out who you are and your place in the world are not, on their surface, a revelation; these are themes that have been tackled a million times in a million genres by a million bands. But the questions they ask and leave unanswered, the vulnerability they show are a revelation for a genre often still trapped in the confines of white suburban masculinity.

When They Get Jealous; part 2

Masky:

Masky will most likely give you the longest silent treatment in all of humanity. He’ll act hostile and vent to Tim if he needed to. You will pick up on this really quickly and try to ask him what’s wrong. He would tell you it’s nothing and continue on with his day work unless he’s really angry about the situation it would go like this:

“Tim, what’s wrong? You haven’t been talking to me” You stood in front of your masked boyfriend.

He didn’t give you an answer only to see Brian facepalm.

“Tim! Come on please! Just tell me” You somewhat yelled. You didn’t even know what you did, he just started acting hostile ever since you were given that science project with that guy in your class.

Masky let out a deep sigh and got up from his sitting position on his chair to speed walk towards you. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t intimidated. But you only felt a pair of soft lips on your own.

“He was jealous!!” Masky yelled and ran out of the room. 


Hoodie: 

Hoodie may seem shy but when he is jealous he will use the second half of his personality; the aggressive side. He will either beat the guy to death if the situation is the worst or simply give him a death threat so the guy and “Back. The. Fuck. Off!”

“Brian! What the hell?!” You yelled at your boyfriend as he pulled out of the bakery. 

“He’s was gonna kiss you! Don’t ‘what the hell’ me!” He continued to pull you by the wrist towards the woods. “That motherfucker should learn not to touch what’s mine!” 

“I understand, but you didn’t have to create a pool of blood around him at the entrance of the bakery” 

The minute you both made it to Slender mansion Hoodie grabbed the sides of your face and crashed his lips onto yours. 

“You’re mine. Got that? I can’t stand the thought of you with anyone else” 


Jane The Killer:

She will be so jealous steam will be coming out from her nose and ears. Somebody touches you? They die. Somebody checks you out? They die. Kiss you? Dead. Flirt with you? Dead. Someone other than her makes you blush? DEADDDDDD!

“Jane! The fuck?! Addison was just complimenting my hair! You literally killed–“ 

“I don’t give a fuck. It’s my job to compliment you! Not their’s!” 

“They did nothing wrong Jane!”

No matter how much you protest, Jane didn’t give a shit. She dragged you all the way back to Slender Mansion to plan Addison’s death, planning it to be slow and painful.


The Puppeteer:

Jonathan Blake. Although quite an affectionate boyfriend; jealousy is his middle name. His former relationship went down the drain and he refuses to let the same thing happen between the both of you. He’d simply be very upfront about it, telling the victim to fuck off, he’d flash his yellow eyes and they’d just run off. However, he might regret it, thinking he was ‘too jealous’.

“Hey. I’d bloody accept it if you’d fuck off. Don’t touch my girl/guy”

Jonathan’s victim ran off the minute they saw the glint in Jonathan’s eye. 

“Darls, you didn’t really have to do that” You turned to you boyfriend. 

Jonathan just shrugged, intertwining his fingers with yours. Silently hoping the guy wouldn’t cross paths with you again. 


Homicidal Liu

We all know Liu has bipolar disorder and that Sully isn’t the best person to take over his thought, the only time Liu would willingly want Sully to come to play is when he would see someone else flirt with you. Rude, Mean, Selfish you name it, Liu would normally watch from a distance for a bit until Sully took control. 

Lui mumbled taking a sip of his drink. He watched some guy with you from a distance. He debated with himself whether to interfere or just let it be. Sully kept pressuring him to show that he was yours and only yours. 

‘Welp, you’re just gonna stand there like a lemon while some dude gets your guy/girl?’ Sully mentally yelled. 

Lui rapidly got up from his seated position and walked up next to you; kissing your cheek pretending not to acknowledge the male in front of you. 

“Hey babe,” You giggled. 

“Hi, who’s this?” Lui referred to the male in front of you and scoffed “This isn’t 1997 no one wears a cap backwards asshole” Sully stepped in. 

You gave a warning look to your boyfriend “Excuse me for a minute,” you faked a smile before pulling Lui away. Once you were both out of earshot you raised a confused eyebrow at your boyfriend. 

“Um, what was that?” 

“I didn’t want some jerk to hit on my girl/guy!” 

“We were just talking!” 

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry can we just go back to Slender Mansion?” Lui pouted ‘Yeah we’re not sorry’ Sully added

You laughed and nodded your head. “But don’t get jealous next time” You stated and kissed his nose. 

(Left is Liu and Right is Sully/ and yes Christan DelGrosso is damn amazing)


Jason The Toy Maker

Jason is possessive af. He may be your best friend and boyfriend but secretly he wouldn’t be afraid to kill anyone who stole his girl/boyfriend. May the lord help whoever is in the right mind to hit on Jason’s lover, my prayers are with you. 

“Jason, calm down” you held your hand in front of your boyfriend in hopes to calm him down. 

“Fine, I’m calm but who the fuck is he?!” 

You took a deep annoyed sigh. “He’s just a friend” You put so much emphisis on the word ‘just’

“Well he sure didn’t understand you were taken and that he was being friendzoned! He looked like he wanted to get into your pants!”

“That’s not going to happen. He’s not as great as you” You held Jason’s hands creasing it slightly. 

“Damn Straight! You’re mine and mine alone”

Extending the Family

A/N - So, I’m watching SOA all the way through again because I recently brought the box set, and I’ve just watched the part where they go to the dog fighting place. I fucking hate animal abuse, and the way the boys - especially Tig - react to it all made me fall in love with them even more. So I decided to write an imagine about it! :)

Waiting outside of the unit the guys sent you to, you bite your nails, your skin crawling. Heart wrenching yelps were escaping from the windows of the place, your ears being filled with the horrific noise.

The noise is temporarily overpowered, the roar of motorbikes causing relief to flow over you. You wait for the boys to kill their engines, you quickly striding over to them, standing next to your man as he gets off his bike.

“What the hell is this place?” you ask painfully, not sure if you want to know the answer. You’ve grown up with dogs since you were a kid, animals being one of your favourite beings, and you couldn’t fathom the idea of people hurting them for their own cruel entertainment.

Tig wraps his arms around you, his chin resting on your head as he holds you close. A loud howl sounds through the air, your head spinning towards the building. Tig’s body stiffens, him having the same adoration for animals as you do, specifically dogs.

“Let’s go.” Jax says, the boys nodding before you all start walking towards the entrance of the place. Tig has his hand wrapped around your waist, you pulled closely into his side as you walk in time. “Everybody clear on the plan?”

Noises of confirmation answer Jax’s question, you nodding, too scared about what you’re about to see to talk. Jax nods, walking through the door, Chibs, Bobby, Happy, Tig and you close behind.

“Oh my god.” you whisper, trying to keep your composure. Tig squeezes your hip, his arm around you being the only thing stopping you from straying from the plan and going bat shit crazy.

Men stand around some sort of box, a make shift ring for the fight. Money is being thrown left and right, bets being placed as two dogs go head to head within the confined pen, yelping and crying making you want to shove your fingers in your ears.

You and Tig stand frozen, the other boys scouring the place for some dude, the two of you not being able to comprehend what’s happening. After what feels like years, some men cheer, others make sounds of defeat, the winning dog being removed from the ring. You step closer, leaving Tig’s grip, a white pitbull left lying on her side, scarlet blood adorning her coat. Thick cuts are scoured into her skin, your hand flying to your mouth.

You watch in horror as a man enters the box, him lifting the beautiful yet beaten animal up into his arms, his feet carrying him away from the ring and up some sort of ramp.

You quickly turn to your boyfriend, his gaze already on the man as he begins to follow him, you doing the same. You catch eyes with Jax, the other three men following you and Tig.

Tig leads the way, you following down some wooden stairs, a man heading through a door that leads outside. As you reach the back part of the building, the sound of buzzing flies is all you can hear, the smell of something rotten making you cover your nose.

“No, no no.” is all Tig mutters, one of his hands lifting a bin lid to reveal deceased dogs, their corpses bloody and lifeless, shoved and squished into the bin. Your body is burning with rage, you wanting nothing more than to unload a clip into any person taking part in this disgusting activity.

You watch in horror as the man pulls out his piece, aiming it as the dogs skull, not giving a shit about the animal in any sense. “Oi!”

Your yell pulls the man’s attention, Tig having his own gun pointed as you walk over to the injured dog, your eyes filling with tears at the sight of her wounds. Although she has been treated so wrongly, she still wags her tail as you stroke her, your heart aching at how trusting she is.

You tune out the conversation between the MC and the monster of a man, your concern focused on the animal. “Hey, baby. It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”

You feel a hand on your back, the scent of Tig filling your senses as he comforts you. He strokes the girls fur coat, her tongue hanging out of her mouth from exhaustion and pain.

“Take them to the clubhouse.” Tig orders, you standing up and moving out of the way as Phil lifts the wounded animal up, you turning to Tig, your hands stained with blood. He grasps your chin gently, your eyes focusing on his as you try to move past the shock you’re feeling. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, baby, okay? Look after our girl.”

You nod obligingly, Tig locking your lips with his passionately, your hands grasping as his kutte. You pull away, resting your forehead against his, placing a single kiss to his lips. “I love you. Be careful. All of you.”

You move your gaze to the other members, them nodding in agreement, you turning away to follow Phil to the van, praying that this poor, innocent pup will be okay.

After you and Chibs patch up the new addition, Tig lifts her up, carrying her to his apartment within the clubhouse. You follow, obviously, the unnamed dog being placed carefully on the bed, you and Tig taking a seat next to her frame.

“So, what you wanna name her?” he asks, his eyes filled with adoration as he looks at you. You smile, placing your lips to his in a tender kiss, the amount of love you have for this man being unexplainable in words.

“It’s up to you, baby.” you respond, caressing his cheek with your fingertips, him nestling into your touch. “You’re such an amazing person, Tiggy.”

You can tell he’s fighting with himself, wanting to voice all the reasons on why he’s anything but amazing. You glare at him warningly, a sigh escaping his lips as he decides to let it go, much to your pleasure. “You make me a better person, (Y/N).”

Looking at each other, happy and content in your private, little bubble, you can’t imagine being anywhere but here, being with anyone but this gorgeous man in front of you.

A whine breaks up the moment, a giggle bubbling from your lips as you look down at the new family member, her tail wagging and head tilted as she waits for your attention.

“Winnie.” Tig whispers, cradling the dogs head within his hands. “Means happiness, peaceful friend.”

His bright blue eyes catch yours, a smile slipping onto your lips as you nod, admiring your family of three. “Winnie it is.”

Originally posted by fand0ms4all

A/N - I hope you liked this! I love Tig and dogs so much😂😘 xxxxxx

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Luke raised his eyebrows in surprise at that. Level 10 was the highest rank a field agent could achieve and as far as he knew, it was very rare for anyone to make it that far at all. The fact that the Monster had done it as a teenager was shocking…Luke couldn’t help feeling almost annoyed that the notorious Monster who had haunted his dreams for almost a year looked like nothing more than a frightened boy at the moment. “Oh, he’s claustrophobic. That’s why they keep him in that box. Pretty fucked up, but he deserves…"Yeah whatever, but that kind of behavior doesn’t make you any better than him. No wonder he’s a fucking monster if he’s treated like that. I’m not going to report you or anything but for the record, you probably should be locked up too.”

anonymous asked:

Fic request: Sangwoo has dragged Bum along to a bar with his friends and Bum ends up standing by himself and some dude starts to hit on him big time being all agressive like making Bum nervous and really uncomfortable. Sangwoo starts over to rescue him and sees the dude grope Bum.

Here you go!  Sorry the other one wasn’t so good (I feel like you’re the same anon from the last request response I posted?). =X

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Sangwoo tried not to be too disappointed the first time he brought someone home for Bum; it was first time too.  His first time killing a man since his father, and his first time sharing a kill with another person.  He probably didn’t make the best choice.  The man was old and not very attractive, and maybe he hadn’t prepared Bum well enough for it.  But like he’d said during their high-stakes card game; it was a practice round.

He’d do better tonight.

He had decided to try a different bar this time, one with younger clientele.  He hadn’t told Bum his true intentions, and he invited some friends along with them to make sure no hint of his real goal crossed Bum’s mind.  But he knew that this particular bar was something of a haunt for men who might be interested in someone like Bum—and who he might be interested in in return.

In addition to his ulterior motives, Sangwoo had needed a night out, and he intended to enjoy it to the fullest.  So after he and his friends had their drinks in hand, he’d stashed Bum at the bar under the pretense that they were all going to go dance for a little while.  “And,” He’d said, gesturing to Bum’s crutches, “I don’t think that’s really something you’d be able to do, right?”

Being out of the dance floor gave him the perfect vantage point to watch Bum—and see who might catch his eye—but so far, Sangwoo had been disappointed.  It was clear that Bum had eyes only for him; understandable, but he was trying to let Bum choose their victim for next time.  He’d never pick anyone if he just stared at Sangwoo the whole time, even though Sangwoo was trying to get an idea of his tastes.

He was starting to think maybe he’d still set his hopes too high, when Bum was approached by a man holding two drinks.  He set one on the bar beside Bum and seemed to indicate that it was for him.  Bum look confused, then shook his head.  The man said something, which got a nod this time, and pulled up a stool for himself.

Now this was more like it.  This wasn’t some cheating fucker looking for a handsome young man to suck his cock; he was approximately Bum’s own age, and quite good-looking.  His clothes were well-pressed and stylish.  Maybe this was the type of person Bum could get enthusiastic about killing.

To keep up appearances, Sangwoo turned his attention back to his friends, talking and laughing with them for a few minutes before turning his attention back to Bum.

Suddenly, he didn’t like what he saw; Bum was cringing away from the other man. His eyes darted around nervously, seeking an escape.  He tugged at his collar.  The man gestured again to the drink still sitting untouched on the bar.  Bum shook his head again, more emphatically this time.  The man brushed back Bum’s hair from where it had fallen into his eyes.

Sangwoo started to move.  And then the man reached down, moved his hand over the zipper of Bum’s jeans, squeezing him there.

Bum’s untouched drink ended up in the man’s face and then they were out the door, his arm locked tight around Bum’s shoulders as he limped hurriedly along, trying his best to keep up with Sangwoo’s long strides.  Of course this had been a stupid idea.  Leave it to Bum to attract every pervert in the bar; his sweet look was less innocent and more coy, truth be told, and, out of his basement, Sangwoo didn’t have as much control over the situation as he would like.

But Bum was safe now, and his.  No one else would touch him.  And that was the important thing.

WRONG Pt. 2 - MAFIA AU [Chanyeol]

Part 1

Genre: Angst, Romance

Words: 1154

Member: Chanyeol & a surprise guest!

Warnings: Violence, swearing, [please remember that organized crime is a serious issue and not comparable with fiction]

Gif is not mine – credits to owner

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The first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes was a big light blending you. It came from a gutter on the ceiling that let moonlight shine into the room. For a second you thought heaven had accepted you and you were dead, until you heard a loud, growling voice: ‘’the princess is awake.’’ You adjusted your gaze to the front where the big guy from earlier was, sitting on a table, twirling a gun in his meaty fingers. Just by looking at his appearance your body was filled with disgust. You wanted to punch him, kill him, but when you tried to move, you noticed that he had bonded you to the chair you were sitting on. ‘’F*ck’’ you whispered under your breath. The man chuckled with a creepy undertone and stood up from his seat. In a slow pace he walked towards you. You were afraid. Usually you could defend yourself, even against people like him, but being unable to move made you feel so vulnerable.  

‘’Park must be really lucky, having a little girl like you at home.’’ The man said, kneeling down  to face you. You could smell the fragrance of alcohol and cigarettes on his skin and clothes. You remembered Chanyeol and how he ran after the car that had captured you and suddenly you felt more confident.

‘’He will save me and beat your ass up.’’ You growled with gritted teeth.

The moment the words left your mouth the man started to laugh so loud that you flinched in fear.

‘’Sweetheart, do you really think he loves you that much that he is going to come here? Remember why you are here in the first place! He took two of my girls away. If he really cared about you he would not have done it in the first place.’’

You felt your heart sink. His words were like a punch in the stomach. At first you felt your body being overwhelmed by sadness but than anger took over and without a second thought you spat into the man’s face. His round visage made a turn to the left. He stood silent, turning back to you again, wiping your salvia from his face. Then he lunged out and his big, meaty hand met your cheek. You felt your face swing back and the tears forming in your eyes.

‘’No wonder he is f*cking other girls.’’ The man said standing up. You hated it. Not the fact that some random dude had hit you, that happened often, but the fact that he may be right.

Suddenly you were ripped out of your thoughts, because a big banging noise was coming from the other side of the door. The big dude that was still standing in front of you grabbed the gun from the table and turned around. When the door swung open you could not believe it. Chanyeol was standing inside the room, his clothes covered in blood and his black hair a mess on his head. ‘’Chanyeol!’’ you screamed full of shock. He held a gun towards the big guy who now approached you. His big arms swung around your frame, holding something cold to your forehead. ‘’I want my wife back.’’ Chanyeol said with the dark voice that you loved so much.

‘’Slide your gun over to me or you will get nothing back, Park!’’ The man spitted out angrily.  Chanyeol’s eyes were glimmering dangerously. Would he be that stupid? That guy would never let you free; he would only hurt you both.

‘’Okay.’’ Chanyeol said and bend down to slide his gun over. ‘’CHANYEOL NO!’’ you screamed in fear. The man started to chuckle and pullee the gun away from your forehead to aim at your husband.

You screamed but it was too late. You heard the gunshot and for a second you were sure to see your husband dying in front of you, but instead of Chanyeol the big man started to fall over. Your heart was racing so fast that you were sure to be the next one to collapse. Chanyeol’s dark eyes wandered to the ceiling. You followed them and saw someone with bleached hair and a cute smile on his face, waving at you from the gutter.

‘’Baekhyun?’’  you asked confused. He was one of the members in Chanyeol’s gang and one of his best friends. He casually came over to your house and was really friendly towards you. You kinda liked him. He smiled down upon you both while playing with a sniper in his hand. ‘’Funny how such a big guy can die of such a small thing.’’

‘’Do you think I am so stupid to come alone?’’ You suddenly heard and turned around. Chanyeol was now standing in front of you and bending down to free you from the chair. His body was so near that you could smell the cologne that you had bought him on your last anniversary. When he was finished, a big smirk appeared on his handsome face. He was such a jerk. Chanyeol reached out his long arms to embrace you but you were not having it. With the biggest force you had in your body, you started to punch down on his chest. ‘’YOU IDIOT, YOU IDIOT, YOU IDIOT!’’ you screamed as loud as you could and suddenly the tears from before came back. The moment you had let them all out, you pushed him against you and swung your arms around his neck. You were so afraid that you would never see him again.

‘’I am sorry.’’ Chanyeol mumbled and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

‘’You run away just because of me, just because I am such an a*shole. I only bought those girls home because I was afraid.’’ He suddenly confessed.

‘’Why?’’ You asked confused. ‘’Because I have fallen in love with you. I was afraid of rejection, so I distracted myself.’’ His face became dark and sad and all of a sudden he looked like a teenage boy who confessed to his high school crush. You felt the butterflies that were caged inside of your heart starting to fly again. With a smile you reached out for his neck to pull him closer and put your lips on his. It was a small, innocent kiss, one that both of you had never shared, but still full of love. When you let go of him, he pulled you back to rub his nose against yours. ‘’We should go now.’’ He suddenly said, realizing that both of you were still inside the territory of your enemies. You nodded and stood up. When you noticed the blood on his clothes again you asked: ‘’Did you really killed all those people to save me?’’

Chanyeol smiled and took your small hand in his: ‘’I would kill the whole world just to be with you, baby.’’

Jon scowls about the Hound, Gendry says “don’t trust them”, Jorah recognizes Thoros, and then Tormund realizes who Jorah is. This group of dudes could stand to do some trust building exercises. Trust fall anybody? No? How about we range north and capture a white instead. Cool. Cool cool cool.