Phil’s video hit every second hand embarrassing factor I don’t normally have but I am dying with laughter over him doing a video sponsored by a dating app and going severely out of his way to never once even remotely imply he was single or had any intention of using the app himself.
And the fact the old messages he used predated him even dying his hair black (since he referenced going ginger in the summer) means he was definitely a teenager when he used that website.
Summary: Your girl Nega hooks you up with Wade Wilson.
The bar was dingy as fuck.
Fuck it was downright biowaste, but it was the place your date picked. And now you were questioning the whole damn thing.
Cursing Nega under your breath for setting you up with her ‘friend’, you hustled into the bar and looked down at your phone. Quickly you texted the number of Wade Wilson, the man you had been talking to on and off for the last week and a half.
A second later, your cell buzzed. “Holy shit you’re way hotter in person. Fuck me.”
Yuri Plisetsky is the definition of teenage rebel. He spends practice time on his phone, he’s a little brat to everyone except for the few people he likes, and he acts grumpy like it’s in style. Throughout the series, he’s had this cool exterior and has been dead set on not letting anyone in and even trying to end relationships before they begin (see: Yuuri Katsuki). He would do anything to protect his image of being the best, and this is clearly shown in the WTTM manga where he says he was upset Katsuki beat him in the free skate scores even if he ended up winning gold.
Yuri Plisetsky wants to be the best and feels he has a lot to prove.
When he saw Victor go on the ice during Yuuri’s exhibition and Yuri went wild, it was no surprise he would end up going wild and doing something to completely clash the feeling of Victuuri’s skate. Yuri not only wants to be the best, but he wants to be remembered.
Which is why Welcome to the Madness makes sense.
He seems to be showing off the signs of teen wanting to grow up too fast syndrome, which everyone goes through. This could be his breakthrough moment, showing that he can be the Eros he once desired in the beginning of the series. He choreographed it himself for crying out loud.
His creation of WTTM could come from the fact that he is inspired by Victor Nikiforov, shown in how he wants him so desperately to be his coach in the beginning. Victor was always striving for a new angle, to surprise the audience, and Yuri could have picked up on that. He could have wanted something completely different than the purity of Agape and the beauty of Allegro and decided to do a 180. He wanted to show how good of a skater he was by skating to different types of music and expressing different emotions. He wanted the audience to feel something as he skated.
I don’t feel that WTTM is out of character for him, in fact I was the opposite of surprised when he came onto the ice with his dark clothes and sex appeal. He’s just a boy who wants to prove himself and be as well versed as he can and I think the creators did an amazing job showing the dynamic of his character with the addition of his exhibition skate.
After getting news about a family reunion coming up, the reader decides to set up a plan to make her look like she isn’t as single as she actually is. But when all her candidates can’t go, she’s left with the only person who she least expects to go along with the plan.
Word count: 1.3k
A/N: Okay, I’m terrible at summaries. Just read the imagine and tell me what you think. If you want to be tagged on all of my works tell me, please. And if you want a second part to this tell me, it’s still under consideration
It was the annual family reunion. Well, not so annual. The last family reunion was two years ago and the last family reunion you attended was six years go. You were a teenager at the time and itching to leave home. Not to mention you were the definition of teenage angst.
Now, you were someone completely different. You were Y/N Y/L/N, an Avenger. You were badass and can take down a man in less than 5 seconds. You didn’t have any powers, but you were a skillful fighter. It was a dream when Nick Fury offered you to join the elite team. So much adrenaline and you absolutely loved the members of your team.
Your family didn’t know this, of course, they think you’re a secretary for Tony Stark. Which isn’t an entire lie. You and Tony came to an agreement and he allowed you to pass that small lie. He was a good friend and you always did favors for him, you didn’t mind of course.
However, now that you’re going back home after not seeing your family for so many years, your mother is gonna expect some things. Knowing your mother, she will either hope for a man on your hand, a ring on your finger, or maybe even a baby bump. You surely didn’t have any of those. You also didn’t want to seem like a complete loser. Your older brother was already married with a baby on the way. Your older sister was engaged. Which means that they will be nagging you about how you don’t have a boyfriend or girlfriend.
You certainly didn’t want to walk into that reunion empty handed.
An idea popped into your head, not a very good one, but an idea nonetheless. You were going to ask Steve if he can accompany you. The look on their faces when I walk in there with Captain America will be priceless! You thought to yourself.
“FRIDAY? Where’s Steve?” You asked the system.
“Captain Rogers is in the gym, Miss Y/L/N,” She replied.
“Thank you,” You added and walked down to the gym. Just like you were said, Steve was hitting the punching bag. The muscles on his back were visible through his tight shirt. His blond hair was disheveled and drenched in sweat.
“Steve,” You called.
He turned and smiled at you, “Hi Y/N.”
You waltzed towards him, “Stevie Wonder, Stevie boy, Steve baby.” You poked his firm chest at each ridiculous nickname you gave him.
He had an amusing look on his face, “What is it?”
“So listen,” You patted his chest one more time before drawing your attention towards his face. “I have this family reunion coming up next week and my mother is expecting me to walk in with a significant other, so I was hoping you could go with me.” You smiled widely.
Steve raised his eyebrows, he looked surprised and flattered at the same time. A small blush rose on his cheeks, “Y/N, I’d love to, really I would, but I’m busy next week. Upcoming mission with Sam.”
You groaned, “Sam was my second choice.”
He laughed, “Sorry Y/N. If you asked me sooner, maybe I could’ve gone.”
“My mother called me this morning, it was all news to me too,” You paused. “Alright gotta find another date.”
“Ask Tony,” He asked, though it came out like a sarcastic comment.
“Tony is old enough to be my dad,” You said.
“And I’m old enough to be your grandpa,” He joked.
“Right you are there, gramps. But no, my family thinks I’m Tony’s secretary so it would be a bit questionable to be dating your boss,” You explained as you left the gym. The doors slid shut behind you.
“Okay,” You said aloud. “Steve is out, so is Sam, Tony definitely.” You gasped. “Thor!”
You went in search for Thor and found him in the lounge area. Mjolnir sat on the coffee table in front of him. Thor was balancing a book in one hand and using his free hand to hold a Poptart. His blond locks were pulled into a bun. His eyes narrowed down at his book. He looked so concentrated that you almost didn’t want to interrupt him.
“Hey Thor,” You greeted.
“Lady Y/N!” he looked up and bellowed.
“Just Y/N, remember? Whatcha reading?” You asked and plopped down on the couch next to him.
“A very interesting book, lots of death,” He smiled and showed you the cover of a book you didn’t recognize. “Hey Thor, I have this family thing coming up and I was wondering if you could go with me. It’s next week.” You said hopeful.
“I have Asgardian business to take care of,” He replied. “But why would you need me to go? Does your family want to see a real life Asgardian god?”
“Kind of. They’re just having high hopes of me being in a relationship. Considering the fact that all my other siblings and cousins are married, dating someone or engaged. I am the only single cousin that I know of.”
“Just tell your parents the truth. Say ‘Mother, Father, I have no one.’” Thor smiled and shrugged. “Simple as that.”
“You don’t get it, Thor, I can’t say that.” You whined and buried your head in a pillow.
“I’ll never understand your Midgardian ways,” He frowned.
Your shoulders slumped once again, you stood up and left.
The rest of the day you asked everyone who was a worthy candidate. Natasha said that she was busy of course. She was going on that mission with Steve. Wanda didn’t feel comfortable to be around so many unknown people. Pietro would not go anywhere without his sister because he didn’t want to leave her alone. You didn’t want to ask Vision because you knew he’d say no and you’re convinced he has a thing for Wanda.
You slid down in the chair and mumbled miserably to yourself. You had checked off everyone on the list. No one could go. You banged your head against the island as you tried to come up with another plan.
“Hey Y/N,” Bucky entered the kitchen.
It’s as if the gods spoke to you and brought Bucky to you. How could you forget him! He’s your last hope.
“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky,” You clung onto him.
He gave you an alarmed look, “Y/N.”
“Bucky, I have a family reunion coming up and my mom and pretty much everyone is expecting me to go with someone. A spouse, of course, and I don’t have one. I already asked Steve and he’s going on a mission with Sam and Natasha. Thor can’t go because he has Asgardian business. Tony is my boss. Clint has a wife. Wanda can’t go because she doesn’t feel comfortable and Pietro doesn’t want to leave her alone. I can’t take Vision because everyone will flip their shit when I show up with Robot Jesus. I’m freaking out because you’re my only hope and I completely forgot about you and if you can’t go I’m gonna be doomed. I’ll be the butt of everyone’s joke and I don’t like being the butt, Bucky.”
“Y/N,” Bucky grabbed your shoulders and shook you a little. “You’re talking so fast and so much.”
You breathed, “Sorry, I’m just freaking out!”
“Calm down,” He said. “When is it?”
“Next week,” You replied.
“Back home in California.”
He nodded, “I’ll do it.”
You perked up, “Really?”
He nodded once again and smiled, “Can’t be too bad? It’ll be fun, besides. I’ve been stuck in here for too long doing nothing good. Also, I’ve always wanted to go to the west coast.”
You squealed and threw your arms around him, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You repeated. “You saved my ass.”
“I think I’m gonna be doing plenty of that these next few days.”
What does it take for a person to change? To lose a habit or gain another? To let go of something unnecessary or hold on to something worthwhile? That’s one of the answers I’m always seeking, and almost always coming up short.
I’ve found that listening can have an impact. When I was a little bit younger (as in, a couple years ago), I partied enough for a couple of people. I don’t know if I was just letting go, or coping with loss, or seeking something that I thought I’d missed as a teenager, but I was definitely living loose. When I realized that I needed change, I started listening. Listening to people speak about their own changes, what happened if they did settle down, what happened if they didn’t. And if they did, I’d ask them how, and why. And though I couldn’t always relate to the answers they gave, I still considered them and how they fit in with my own life.
I finally changed. I finally let go of the mentality of living loose. In hindsight I don’t even know what I did - but the one thing that feels different is my own will.
Hi guys! Forgive me for not having updated recently; The grade of my sister was yesterday and there were many things to do, however I hope we can start this special in the most beautiful way with one of your favorites “STARCO KISS”, but as for changing a little I decided to do it in their teenage versions, So it’s definitely a surprise kiss XD, star was not expecting it :V
I hope you like guys! , I will try to finish the special for Wednesday or Tuesday
._. … y si deje el “especial en español” , quiero que sea una marca personal XD
Hey guys, this is going to be a post about sexuality, questioning your sexuality or not labeling your sexuality in particular, and it’s probably going to be a bit lengthy so please bear with me. Hopefully, this post will be able to help someone else.
So I have officially started questioning again.
I say “again” because I questioned before, and then thought I was straight, and then started questioning again (now.)
I questioned quite a bit in middle school cause, y’know, puberty. I was finding both boys and girls attractive, rumors went around that I was gay, (rumors meant to insult because this was middle school in 2009 and I was bullied a lot BUT THAT’S A STORY FOR ANOTHER POST) and I was terrified. Terrified that I might not be straight, and even more terrified at just not knowing the answer. I hated myself, I hated not knowing.
But, as I went into high school, I started getting more confident in this “not knowing” state, and as I got older, the answer “I don’t know” became common and acceptable. I was young, 14-16, it was still okay not to know.
Then I hit 17, and 18, and not knowing was becoming less and less okay. The answer “I don’t know” was starting to be answered by twenty following questions to help me “figure it out.”
I realize for some of you this might seem like nothing. I’m 19 now, I’m still a teenager by most people’s definitions, but you have to understand when I was in high school surrounded by people who were comfortable in their labels. They meant no harm in trying to help me find mine one of them even went as far to link me posts about what I might be but I didn’t feel like I fit in any of them and I just felt so incomplete.
It wasn’t until one lunch that I stuck a label on myself. A person came over to the table I ate lunch at, and asked us what our sexualities were, I don’t remember the circumstances of this but this person was really involved in the LGBTQ community so it wasn’t really an abnormal question. They asked us, and I answered with my usual “I don’t know” they responded with “Yeah, you’re confused I know.”
I don’t think they knew what they were saying, or how bad it was going to sting, but god, I did not want to be confused.
If I wasn’t labeled, I felt like something was wrong with me. I was incomplete. I was confused. I wasn’t whole. I wasn’t focused, and I so, so wanted to be.
So that day forward when people asked the “What’s your sexuality?” question, I answered with “straight.” There’s lots of reasons for this, some of which are obvious, but I chose it mostly because choosing anything else felt like an intrusion. I didn’t know if I was bi, or pan, so it felt wrong to claim them and yes I was mostly attracted to guys. It wasn’t perfect, but it was close enough, so I would have to live with it.
But every time I answered “straight” it felt like I was lying, to them, and to myself.
A few months ago, probably the end of December or the beginning of January, I started feeling some attraction towards girls again. As it kept happening I started to repress it. I wasn’t questioning anymore. I was straight. I wanted so badly to stay straight. I wasn’t attracted to girls. Guys only. I’m not incomplete. I’m not confused.
But the more I repressed, the worse I felt, and it got to the point where I started repressing ALL attraction. Towards girls or otherwise. If I looked at anyone, my mind would panic and repress it as a near reflex because of what I had been doing to myself mentally for MONTHS.
It’s gotten so exhausting and just so damn lonely that I’ve decided I’m DONE.
So I’m questioning again. I once again do not know if I like guys or girls or all or none, and you know what? That’s okay.
I went through this because of all the pressure to label yourself. There’s entire blogs dedicated to different labels, and I get it y’know? For some people, labels create a sense of community, a feeling of not being alone.
But for the rest of us, we only feel alone. You never see anyone who’s proud of being questioning or labeless. You never see characters headcanoned as “questioning.” The few who are presented as questioning or labeless have their “real” sexualities argued by fans. Because questioning is an incomplete state, you aren’t supposed to be proud, because you aren’t you yet, you aren’t whole.
And you know what? That’s simply not true.
If you don’t feel comfortable labeling your sexuality, if you don’t know your sexuality or your gender for that matter, you are just as whole, just as focused, just as YOU as those who do use labels. I’m sick of this pressure to KNOW, because so many of us don’t, and maybe we never will, but there isn’t anything wrong with us.
what other movies would you recommend that fit into the 'there's something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls' genre?
I became interested in the trope/genre over a year ago because all my favourite films fell into it, so there are many that i could recommend! I’ve seen almost all these films, but there are a couple that I’ve only watched parts of. I’ve bolded favourites, because some fit the trope very well but aren’t necessarily my favourite films.
The Sisterhood of Night
The Virgin Suicides
Lolita (1997 and 1962)
The Moth Diaries
Carrie (2013 and 1976)
The Loved Ones
Sugar and Spice
All Cheerleaders Die
Sleeping Beauty (2011)
Nymphomaniac: (Vol. 1)
White Bird in a Blizzard
Drop Dead Gorgeous
Mini’s First Time
Violet and Daisy
The Bling Ring
The Amy Fisher Story
Jeune et Jolie
Very Good Girls
Ginger and Rosa
John Tucker Must Die
This post by ammapreakers is what originally sparked my interest in the genre/trope in film, so Savs deserves a lot of credit for my list. Please be aware that there are endless triggers for almost every film on this list, so don’t be afraid to message me if you want more details.
Moon might teach Star how to use her own magic without the wand. Imagine, if Star knew how to use it, she might not lost the book, until now the only magic of her own without the wand she used was to get Marco out that closet... Imagine her and moon training her own magic, with Star learning how to go deep down easier by herself~~
It’s more about the wand being unstable than Star being unable to use it. Give something like that to a teenager, which are the definition of “unstable”, and shit will hit the fan as soon you finished reading this sentence.
Granted, however, I’d really like Moon to step in as Star’s mentor. This would be very interesting and fun, and also gives us lots of good bonding moments.
Summary: With a large assignment due in a few days, the reader is busy toiling away in the library, her roommate offering unwavering support by staying by her side. Who knew an amusing mistake and light-hearted banter could change so much? Pairing: SamxReader Words: 2765 Warning: Talking about sex? Lots of euphemisms… AN: This is my entry for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog‘s Trope Challenge! My trope was a College AU, and I couldn’t help but make fun of my own stupid typos… so yeah, the essay in question is one I actually wrote, as is the mistake. I honestly didn’t think I’d get this finished, but I’m glad I did! It was a lot of fun to write, but I may go over and re-edit it tomorrow… I’m not 100% sure I’m a fan of the ending. Enjoy!!! Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!
You were pretty sure you’d never worked this hard in your
Sam would say that was a complete exaggeration, but
considering he had no large assignment due in, you deigned his opinion obsolete
as you flicked some of your pencil shavings at him across the library table,
just for emphasis.
The lanky law-student rolled his eyes at the childish
response, an amused smirk on his face as he quickly typed a response on his
-it’s not that bad.
This time tomorrow, you could be free of it, and we can finally go watch that
movie you’ve been ranting about.
You huffed and narrowed your eyes at him over the top of
your laptop. How easy it was for him to say it wasn’t so bad…
In response, you chucked a pencil at him. Because you were
nothing but mature when it came to venting your frustrations.
If you weren’t in the silent section of the library, you’d
have laughed at the brief moment of shock as the pencil hit his cheek and
bounced off, clattering onto the desk in front of him; his expression quickly
replaced with one of his legendary bitchfaces. You had to make do with a
stifled giggle and an innocent, wide-eyed look as he tried to stare you down.
So I'm going out of country for a few days on Friday, so I thought I'd request a short Drabble so it won't take too long! Could I request Eden feeling really sick to his belly and like it's full of air, and Jude has to help him burp with a chest rub or smthn, much to Ede's embarrassment! Thanks much!
A/N: Hey anon, thanks for this request! I have to be honest and say that drabbles/ficlets aren’t really my thing (I struggle to be concise!), but I’ve done my best for you - I’m sorry it’s not my greatest work but I hope it’s acceptable 🙂 Also - wherever you’re going out the country I hope you enjoy it!
“Oh! Watch it!” Jude sprang back as Eden dropped an armful of firewood onto the ground unexpectedly and some fell onto Jude’s feet.
“Sorry…” Eden mumbled; the stabbing pain in his stomach had caused him to jerk involuntarily. Bending forward, he tried to scrabble to pick up everything he dropped but the ache in stomach increased when he tried. “Aargh!” He gasped in, his hand going to his stomach for a second, but then continuing to pick up the wood, hoping that he hadn’t alerted Jude’s suspicions.
“Are you alright?” Jude asked, he was picking up some of the fallen wood that they were gathering for the campfire and had heard Eden’s gasp. Eden began to nod, then looked up at Jude and lost his nerve, shaking his head suddenly. “What’s up?”
“My stomach feels all yeuch,,” Eden admitted as he stood up and took deep breaths in. “Like full and sick, but at the same time not…”
“Have you tried burping to see if that helps?” Jude said, adjusting the sticks in his arm.
“No…” Eden muttered. “I don’t know how…”
“What do you mean? Just take a deep breath in and burp!” Jude laughed; Eden tried to do what Jude suggested, taking a breath and then… nothing.
“It just doesn’t work,” Eden shook his head, rubbing his hand across his stomach again. “And it makes it hurt more.”
“Pfft, come here!” Jude unceremoniously dropped the wood in his arms and took a step towards Eden.
“What are you gonna do – oooh!” Eden questioned, but Jude had pressed his hand gently onto Eden’s stomach and given a light push. “Brruup! Oh! Excuse me!”
“You’re full of air dude!” Jude exclaimed as Eden’s cheeks went bright pink. “You just need to get it out!”
“I can’t though…” Eden protested, pulling away from Jude and massaging his own hand across his abdomen.
“Tsss, come here,” Jude encouraged, moving to Eden’s side and putting his hand back on to Eden’s stomach; Eden tensed up for a second, but Jude looked up at him: “Let me help.”
“Brrruuuurrrrrp!” Almost as soon as Eden allowed Jude push on his tummy, a massive belch burst out of him. “Oh sorry – bruuuhhuuurrrp! Excuse me…”
“Does that make you feel any better?” Jude asked, surprised at how deep sounding the burps were, considering that Eden’s chest cavity was so slim.
“It does,” Eden nodded, he glanced around quickly to check that no one was able to see them, then he relaxed slightly as Jude’s hand massaged gentle circles into his stomach. “Brruuuhhuuurrrp! Pardon me…”
“Ede, you don’t need to excuse yourself every time,” Jude laughed at Eden, who’s pale face was bright pink with embarrassment. “It’s just me! You don’t have to be so polite!” Eden felt his chest flutter as Jude said this to him, and if his cheeks hadn’t been pink already they definitely would have been now.
“BrrrrrrRUUUUHHHHUUUUURRRRPP!” Eden reeled back at the force of the belch which rumbled up from his belly and suddenly he felt lots better.
“How’s that feel now?” Jude drew back, looking at Eden’s face expectantly.
“Wow… loads better!” Eden replied in surprise. “How did you know how to help?” Jude just shrugged slightly, smiling a little.
“I know belly rubs always help me when I’m feeling all bloated,” he answered, “it was worth trying it on you and if it hadn’t worked, we could have tried something else.”
“Thanks! I, uh, really appreciate it,” Eden mumbled, feeling his cheeks burn even more.
“It’s no problem Ede,” Jude bent down again to pick up the discarded wood. “Shall we get these to the campfire?”