story mix

|| Girls Chase Boys ||

{summary: a love story based on mixed signals and a dash of miscommunication.}

i reached 700+ followers! this is such an amazing milestone for me and honestly, i’m so fucking happy! as a thank you gift, here’s a full story based on my ‘imagine peter parker falling in love with you…“ prompt ;)

permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53

peter parker only tags: @wavy-ley , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none but extreme fluff

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine!**

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{all the broken hearts in the world still beat/ lets not make it harder than it has to be/ ooooooh, it’s all the same thing/ girls chase boys chase girls}

“Doesn’t it ever annoy you?” You hear your best friend, Melody, ask while you were doing your homework in the library. Only half listening to her since you were so engrossed in typing out your essay for English Lit, you were in the midst of editing a few paragraphs when you respond with a half-hearted, “Does what annoy me?”

“The fact that that Parker kid keeps staring at you.” Recognizing the surname as belonging to this cute boy named Peter who happened to be a good friend of yours while sharing nearly all of your classes, you frown at Melody’s words and look over to your right where she was sitting, “What? Peter never stares at me. What makes you think that he’s staring at me all the time?”

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(what’s a wrat? dis a wrat.)


Akrona quietly walked through the halls of the ship with a smile and light spring in her step. She made her way to the galley and found Vette rummaging through the compartments.

Taking a few more steps toward Vette, Akrona tapped her on the shoulder. “What—”

“GAH!” Vette nearly jumped out of her skin, her lekku curled, and the bags she retrieved from the cabinets flew out of her hand. Spinning around as the bags fells around and behind her, Vette’s lekku unfurled themselves as she tried to collect her breathing. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“I’m sorry,” Akrona giggled, “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“You Sith and your quiet, sneaky ways…” Vette muttered under her breath, recollecting the bags, setting them aside, and went over to the conservator.

Akrona made her way to the water heater, starting it up before looking for the tins of loose tea leaves and two cups. “What are you doing so late anyway?”

“Huh?” Vette looked over the conservator door she had opened. “Oh!” She closed the door and bounced up to Akrona’s side. “Slumber party!”

“Slumber party?”

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anonymous asked:

reading dab anon's anecdotes brought me back to my senior prom when the prom king did a double dab when he was crowned and the teacher dabbed back ASDFGHJKL

lololololololol there’s a girl who walks past my CS class every day and always, without fail, dabs. the teacher never sees her bc of where the door is but every day i cringe. we truly have a magical relationship

But our eyes, seemed like they couldn’t forget. They still chased each other, like they wanted to say something.
—  A story about you (part 3)
Beside Another Us
5 Seconds of Summer

my mashup of

beside you - 5 seconds of summer

story of another us - 5 seconds of summer

Click here to download - please credit me if you use it!

Midnight Snack

Story time.

So, a couple years ago, my friend Sarah joined the Navy reserves (or something idk details) and she had to go do boot camp and then some sort of training/work experience or something like that. Anyways. We were up late talking one night when suddenly Sarah got an intense craving for trail mix. She’s still on this naval base after boot camp

So here we are, it’s probably 2 am for Sarah and she wants to sneak out of her room, down to the mess hall for Trail Mix. @annaveth and I are trying to convince her “no sarah don’t do it you’ll get in trouble” because seriously she wants to try to sneak down past the floor wardens for TRAIL MIX and she could get in actual trouble if she gets caught.

But, a tired Sarah is a Sarah no one can reason with. The last we heard from her was “I’M GONNA DO IT” and we didn’t see her again that night.

But.

When I woke up the next morning, I was greeted to the sight of a picture of two bags of trail mix and a text:

“why do i have these”

She didn’t remember our conversation, nor did she remember actually sneaking out to go get the snack.

Later we were told that apparently she was trying to sneak down ninja style and when she did eventually run into the floor warden she said, (as told to her by the floor warden the next morning) “you didn’t see anything”, did some ninja move and continued down the stairs. Finding it so amusing the floor warden didn’t do anything but laugh and thus, Sarah was free to get her trail mix.

tl:dr, my friend Sarah snuck out after curfew to get trail mix and didn’t even remember she did it the next morning

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Blue Balls - LazyBaker - Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Will gets his reckoning by getting Hannibal hard.

Because I am so classy I am in fact the classiest here is a story entitled Blue Balls set in season two and focusing on Will being a cock tease and Hannibal being the dirty old perv Will always, on some level, knew he was.

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10 Christmas and Holiday Themed Movies Directed by Women

Arthur Christmas (Sarah Smith & Barry Cook, 2011)
Santa’s clumsy son Arthur gets put on a mission with St. Nick’s father to give out a present they misplaced to a young girl in less than 2 hours.

Black Nativity (Kasi Lemmons, 2013)
A street-wise teen from Baltimore who has been raised by a single mother travels to New York City to spend the Christmas holiday with his estranged relatives, where he embarks on a surprising and inspirational journey.

Bridget Jones’s Diary (Sharon Maguire, 2001)
At the start of the New Year, 32-year-old Bridget (Renée Zellweger) decides it’s time to take control of her life – and start keeping a diary.

The Holiday (Nancy Meyers, 2006)
Two women troubled with guy-problems swap homes in each other’s countries, where they each meet a local guy and fall in love.

Love the Coopers (Jessie Nelson, 2015)
When four generations of the Cooper clan come together for their annual Christmas Eve celebration, a series of unexpected visitors and unlikely events turn the night upside down, leading them all toward a surprising rediscovery of family bonds and the spirit of the holiday.

Mixed Nuts (Nora Ephron, 1994)
Events focused around a crisis hotline business on one crazy night during the Christmas holidays.

Nativity! (Debbie Isitt, 2009)
Primary school teacher Paul Maddens is charged with producing the school’s nativity play. Competing against the posh rival school for the honor of best reviewed show in town, the stakes are raised when Paul idly boasts that his ex-girlfriend Jennifer, a Hollywood Producer, is coming to see his show with a view to turning it into a film. The only trouble is - they haven’t spoken in years.

The Nativity Story (Catherine Hardwicke, 2006)
A drama that focuses on the period in Mary and Joseph’s life where they journeyed to Bethlehem for the birth of Jesus.

The Preacher’s Wife (Penny Marshall, 1996)
A cleric begins to doubt himself and is visited by an angel. The heavenly emissary is supposed to help the good reverend over his midlife crisis, but he is distracted by the cleric’s lovely young wife.

Season’s Beatings (Danièle Thompson, 1999)
After her second husband dies, a woman tries to reunite with her three estranged daughters from her first marriage on Christmas.
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10 Holiday Films Written or Co-Written by Women to Watch This Winter

Arthur Christmas (2011) - Written by Sarah Smith and Peter Baynham

Santa’s clumsy son Arthur gets put on a mission with St. Nick’s father to give out a present they misplaced to a young girl in less than 2 hours.

Bridget Jones’s Diary (2001) - Written by Helen Fielding, Richard Curtis, and Andrew Davies

A British woman is determined to improve herself while she looks for love in a year in which she keeps a personal diary.

Carol (2015) - Written by Phyllis Nagy

An aspiring photographer develops an intimate relationship with an older woman in 1950s New York.

You’ve Got Mail (1998) - Written by Nora and Delia Ephron

Two business rivals who despise each other in real life unwittingly fall in love over the Internet.

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993) - Written by Caroline Thompson

Jack Skellington, king of Halloween Town, discovers Christmas Town, but doesn’t quite understand the concept.

The Holiday (2006) - Written by Nancy Meyers

Two women troubled with guy-problems swap homes in each other’s countries, where they each meet a local guy and fall in love.

Black Nativity (2013) - Written by Kasi Lemmons

A Baltimore teen travels to New York City to spend Christmas with his estranged relatives, where he embarks on an inspirational journey.

It’s a Wonderful Life (1946) - Written by Frances Goodrich, Frank Capra, and Albert Hackett

An angel helps a compassionate but despairingly frustrated businessman by showing what life would have been like if he never existed.

Mixed Nuts (1994) - Written by Nora and Delia Ephron

The events focus around a crisis hotline business on one crazy night during the Christmas holidays.

A Christmas Story (1983) - Written by Leigh Brown, Jean Shepherd, and Bob Clark

In the 1940s, young Ralphie attempts to convince his parents, his teacher, and Santa that a Red Ryder B.B. gun really is the perfect Christmas gift.

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And to your favourite song
We sang along to the start of forever

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There’s a great mammal in the ocean known as the 52-hertz whale. All year, he practices his love song for the female. Travels thousands of miles to find her. But when he finally gets the chance to serenade her, she doesn’t give him a call back. Why? His love ballad is sung at 52 hertz, a sonic signature one note higher than the lowest sound of a tuba. The average female hears at 10 to 15 hertz. So she never hears his song.

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Snow Series 4 by andrea d'aquino

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Yo, dear followers who love royai!

These sketches are old. In fact, I drew them when I just got into FMA, which was in February! I had actually uploaded the first sketch to tumblr back then. I called it a WIP, thinking that I would eventually colour all three of them. But I fear that isn’t going to happen, given that I don’t feel as inspired anymore by this wonderful fictional (almost) couple. That’s why I’ve decided to upload them like this now!!
Thank you guys for your incredible support during my very intense obsession with this show and this shipping, it means so much to me :’) ♥

Baking

Credence Barebone x Reader (Oneshot)

Warnings: None

Description: Credence visits often, and it’s always enjoyable with (Y/N), but today they were the happiest they could have been.

A/N: Yeah so I wrote a thing, I don’t really know if it sucks or not but hey maybe it’s sorta kinda decent?

(Fluff & Baking ahead!)

Originally posted by newtsobscuro


Credence visited you often, that being said, it was no surprise when you heard the familiar quiet knock on your door. You did what you always would, ushered him inside, listening to his countless apologies about bothering you. 

Credence watched as you walked back into the kitchen, telling him to make himself at home, it was no surprise for Credence when he noticed you were baking again. You were more often than not spending your time baking. Not that he was complaining, he felt honoured to watch as you measured all the ingredients and mixed them together. 

It did, however, come as a surprise, when you suddenly asked him to come into the kitchen. He walked in slowly as you smiled at him, “I know I said make yourself at home but, would you wanna help me bake something?”, the way you said it was almost unsure, and Credence immediately responded to you, “I would probably just ruin the food, I don’t think you’d want me helping out (Y/N)…” He mumbled. 

You didnt miss the tone of his voice, “you won’t mess anything up at all, i’m here to help you, besides, it’s just for fun!” you responded happily. Credence could never understand why you helped him so much, but as much as he questioned your reasoning, he didn’t want it to stop.

 Credence decided it might not be that bad and responded to you, “I guess I can try, as long as you teach me” he mumbled. That brought a smile to your face, and Credence froze, he loved making you smile, it was one of his favorite things and it made it all worth it for him.

 He walked over to you as you handed him an apron and helped him tie it. You took a step back and smiled at him, “Now you look like a real baker Credence!” you laughed, making the corners of his mouth twitch upward into a small smile. You reached into a few cupboards, grabbing eggs, flour, and many other ingredients Credence had lost count of. Once you had everything, you began measuring how many ingredients you would need, and turned to Credence.

 You looked him in the eye, “now today, dear Credence, we are making, drumroll please… Christmas cookies!” you shouted, making Credence smile, she was like a child at the candy store being told she could get anything she wanted. 

Credence almost laughed this time, “Its not even close to Christmas yet (Y/N)” he said, as you began combining the ingredients you yelled over your shoulder, “dear Credence, that doesn’t matter! We have all this Christmas spirit, we must make cookies!” you stated with a matter-of-fact tone.

Credence loved days like these, the days you wouldn’t talk about something serious, the days where nothing seemed to matter to either of you. Credence laughed lightly, the feeling foreign to him, and you froze, turning around, “AHA, I knew you could laugh!” you shouted with glee, making Credence laugh a little harder.

 Finally, you handed him a bowl, “wanna mix the ingredients?” you asked, making Credence nervous once more, what if he messed up? What if he broke something? What if- “Credence, don’t worry, just try it, promise you’ll like it” you said with a smirk, although you had concern in your eyes. 

Credence carefully took the bowl, and began mixing the ingredients with the wooden spoon you provided, “Credence you’re a natural!” you stated, and Credence quickly became more confident that he wouldn’t mess up, he liked hearing that he was doing something right, especially from you, it made him feel useful.

 You watched as Credence continued mixing, you hadn’t lied, he mixed everything evenly, smoothly, it was like he had generally done it hundreds of times. When he finished mixing, you poured the mix onto a tray and pulled out a set of Christmas themed cookie cutters, laying them out in front of Credence.

 You grabbed the bell shaped cookie cutter, “Credence, come on, grab one and let’s shape some cookies!” you said, Credence smiled, grabbing the tree shaped cutter, beginning to cut into the mix, making cute little trees, smiling at how they turned out. 

You finished a row of bell shapes, grabbing the star shaped cutter while he followed your example and grabbed the snowflake shaped one, making his second row. After a short amount of time spent finishing your second row you grabbed festive colored icing, and handed some to Credence, beginning your own design on your bells as he begun to design his trees, later both of you moved on to your second shapes, finishing up and cleaning the small mess in your kitchen. 

You looked at Credence, “they should be finished soon, but in the meantime, did you enjoy the baking?” you asked, Credence not missing the small tone of hope in your voice, and he nodded without hesitation, “it was the most fun i’ve had in a long while, it was nice… to relax and have fun, not having to worry about anything.” He said quietly, almost as if he spoke any louder something would happen. 

You looked at him, and without thinking hugged him, and for a moment, he tensed, and you worried, you worried that you had screwed things up with him, that he would freak out and run back to his home. To your surprise however, after that moment, he hugged you back, shaking, and he held you like you were the only thing keeping him sane, which at this point, wouldn’t have surprised you. 

Suddenly, you had an urge, an urge to kiss him, and you immediately tried to dismiss it, it was wrong, you shouldnt take advantage of him like that, he needed a friend, a caregiver, not a relationship like that. You backed away for a moment, and Credence frowned, “d-did I do something wrong…?” he mumbled sadly, looking at you. You frowned and looked up to him, “N-no, of course not Credence, it’s just, I just, I can’t…” You mumbled slowly, not sure what you wanted to say, but knowing you had to say something, just to assure Credence that he did nothing wrong.

 He looked at you curiously, “t-then what’s wrong…?” he asked, and you mumbled something lowly, him not hearing it. He looked at you, slightly more determined now, “(Y/N) whats wrong..? Y-you know you can trust me…” He said, walking over to you. 

You looked up at him, at his doe like eyes, and mumbled out, “I’m worried i’ll scare you off if I tell you… I don’t want to hurt you Credence…” and he placed a shaky hand on your shoulder, “y-you could never scare m-me off… you can’t get rid of me that easily..” he said lightly, you very well knew that he knew you could scare him off, but hearing him say it like that made you think that he would understand.

 You looked at him, “I think I have feelings for you… and its fine, I know you don’t return them, I know you dont need this pressure, you dont need a relationship, and I don’t want to force you into anything, I still want to be here for you, I-” you cut yourself off when he smiled slightly, leaning forward like it was instinct, you leaned forward a bit too. 

He looked at you like you were the most important thing in the world, “c-can I k-kiss you (Y/N)….?” he mumbled, something you never thought you’d hear, “only if you want to” you responded, and he leaned forward lightly, closing the space between you two. 

The kiss was light, short, but it had so much meaning behind it, and you couldn’t have been happier, it was just… right. All of a sudden, the moment was ruined when you sniffed the air, smelling the now finished cookies, “C-Credence the cookies are done! Come on we have to eat them already!” you shouted as you bolted for the kitchen.

 Credence, still blushing from the moment you two just shared, smiled at the bashful figure heading into the kitchen, following you. You handed him a cookie, and both of you voiced how good they were, agreeing that they were amazing and that you would both make more together sometime. 

Both of you had also silently agreed, that neither of you could have been happier.