this did not turn out the way i planned :(

So I watched the entire clip.

I am still disappointed about Chriseva BUT. I think that the dialogue given by Jonas at the end gives us all we need to know. The dialogue at the end was beautiful and it explains that everything happens for a reason. So if Julie imagines Jonas and Eva together, okay. I don’t think it was very pleasing to see Emma and Chris turn out together the way they did but I think that, that’s how Julie wanted it to end. Not completely resolved, but left to our imaginations. We didn’t get to see complete closure for Vilde, but we saw that she has Chris and Magnus for support. We get to see Noora, William, Eskild, and Linn working towards being happy together. We get to see a conflict of interest for p-chris, showing us that sometimes things don’t work out the way we want he too. We get to see Isak and Even planning for the future. We get to see Sana and Yousef planning for the future.

So ultimately, I’m not mad anymore. I was incredibly angry about Chriseva (literally like 20 minutes ago) and I still think they could’ve had something wonderful together but I think Julie gave the characters what she thought they deserved and I can’t be angry at her for doing so when she brought us this wonderful show dyl of characters that will stay in all of our hearts forever.

The Time I Pushed a Jerkface off a 35ft Cliff(With Good Reason)

Before we start off let me be clear. I did not murder a man by randomly shoving him off a cliff. Technically, I actually had permission, but still not murder. Chill.

Here we go.

So this is back in Mexico, at the same park as the Sting Ray Incident, just an hour later. Id already recovered from my near death experience and moved on from my friend nearly drowning me. I faced it, i survived, im good and not concerned.

One of the many attractions at this park was the Cliff of Courage. It’s a 35ft cliff that plunges into the water. Now, by my standards, 35ft is low for a cliff jump. Ive done way higher (adrenaline junkie) but obviously i was gonna jump just to say that I did. My parents, grandparents, and Jamie didnt want to jump. No surprise, so they went ahead to meet me on the other side of the river.

So sixteen year old me wanders over and there’s this big group of burly looking men.

Like huge

They’re all standing at the edge jostling each other around. And just by looking at them you can see they’re american. I dont even need to hear their texan accents to know.

So they’re pulling the whole macho act of “you jump i jump” “ohhh but then you wont jump” bs and just generally being chickens and not willing to show it.

And because of this they wont let anyone else jump. Like ten people came and left because these jerks wouldnt let anyone else go.

Eventually i get annoyed and snap “either jump or get out of my way!”

And the dude who is obviously the leader just turns and grins at me.

He assumed what i call the “douchebag alpha male pose” hands on hips, crotch foreward, you know the one, and you know the body language that goes with it.

He thinks he’s superior. Now this guy is the biggest of them all.

Massive biceps, raging six pack, the works. The Hulk would probaby do a double take at this dudes size.

And little me is not intimidated in the least.

I learned to fight at a very young age, especially men larger than me. I know if things turns south i can take him no problem. A few hits here and there and he’s out for the count.

He starts walking towards me, and i step forward too. He may be alpha male, but he just crossed an Alpha Female who doesnt back down from a challenge.

Strike one.

He looks over at his pals and says,

“Ohhhh, the little lady’s going to jump, is she?” And he just sneers down at me, all arrogance and misplaced confidence.

Strike two.

“Tell you what, sweetheart.” Ohhh he did not just say that. “You jump, we’ll let you push us.”

Three strikes he’s out he just made the biggest mistake of his life.

I just grin and go “ok” and turn and immediately dive over the edge. Im soaring through the air, enjoying the fall. I turn just in time to see his face go from 😏 to 😧

I smack down into the water grinning. Originally the plan was the swim across the river and meet up with my family, but i am cashing in this bet. Except there’s only one way to get back up to that cliff from here

I scale the side of the cliff with the rope and I can hear them chatting nervously up top

I pop up over the edge and prop myself up on the ledge with the sweetest, most steel-lined smile I can manage and say, “who’s next?”

So Alpha laughs and stands at the edge as I haul myself up. He’s laughing and assuring his buddies he’ll be back in a second cause I wont really do it and–

I straight arm him and he goes flying

He flails and plunges over the edge, shrieking in the most high pitched, terrified shriek Ive ever heard a dude bro make. He sputters to the surface and gapes up at me as I grin like a hellion down at him. I turn to the rest of his jerk buddies and smile.

Oddly enough they all jumped of their own accord

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Sense8 | You Want a War?

I have an idea.

BSOD in D&D

We’re playing a homebrew 5e campaign which featured a quest inspired by Alice in Wonderland.
While meeting the Queen of Hearts, our monk stuck her foot in her mouth and pissed the queen off, which resulted in our sorcerer (who always seems to have a plan for everything) having to surreptitiously cast one hell of a knockout spell that enabled the monk to escape. He and I faked being knocked out as well so as not to bring her wrath upon us too.

When the queen and her guards awoke, she started questioning the sorcerer about what had happened. Then she turned her attention to me (playing a warforged paladin).

DM (as the queen): You there- metal man. What did you see?

Not wanting to answer in a way that would throw off the sorcerer’s scheme, I had to come up with an adequate answer without giving anything away. Luckily, I just so happened to have a quip for just such an occasion.

Me (IC): System32 damaged. Rebooting…

*entire table erupts into laughter*

Sorcerer: I apologize, Your Majesty. He runs on Windows 98.

Consider The Coconut - Lin Manuel x Reader

Request: If requests are open, can you write a fic where Lin gets too used to stealing y/n’s chapstick and then he accidentally uses it when it happens to have a color tint to it. I’m sorry if that was confusing! But I hope that made sense and that your day goes wonderfully!

Word Count: 1585ish

Author’s Note: Sorry this request took so long! I hope whoever the anon was who submitted it enjoys it! Thanks to @secretschuylersister, she’s the best and helped me a lot with this one.  #bestofwivesandbestofwomen Also, this video is important. And as always, let me know if you see any mistakes. 

Warnings: Fluff

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anonymous asked:

Okay okay but like imagine inej comes back after being gone for a while catching slavers and stuff and then kaz is at the docks waiting for her and he's like I need ur help for a heist and she's kinda disappointed cuz she thought he'd be more kaz than dirty hands towards her when she got back but she's like sure I'll help but really it's all made up and he comes up with this elaborate plan for a heist but it really leads to a spot that has like a date set up or something like that

This is so adorable and all I need in my life. Kaz with a secret romantic side, I’d die. But look since Kaz is an awkward seventeen year old after all—whose most complex con is his own veneer of detachment—I imagine it differently. 

I mean this is the same kid who waited to talk to her because he didn’t know what to say. And then when he finally did he started going over plans they’d already established. The same boy who found her parents but didn’t know how to take her reaction so he started on about if things didn’t go as planned they’d be picking up her corpse instead. 

This boy has no idea what he’s doing when it comes to Inej. So imagine he tells her about a heist but it’s real. Except it’s not complicated and he could’ve done it alone. They’re only breaking into some rich guy’s place. Knowing the homeowner is out of town and there are only two men guarding the front entrance, Kaz anticipates the empty mansion. 

He set this entire thing up because he doesn’t know how to ask her out on a real date.  

While they’re there he starts to uncharacteristically linger. He appraises each piece of art in the extensive collection even though he’s not interested in stealing either of them. He just wants to hear her opinions. And when they get upstairs to rummage through the wife’s jewelry his quick lock pick fingers clasp a bracelet on her wrist while she’s not looking. When she feels the cold links draping her wrist, he walks away as if nothing happened. (Inej decides not to keep it, but doesn’t mean she isn’t flattered)

When she catches up with him she’s still blushing bright red and he’s raiding through their food. This is the most time they’ve ever spent in someone else’s place and it becomes clear to her then he’s after alone time with her, not anything in the house.

They end up sitting across from each other on the marble floor in the kitchen. With only the glow from a small candle, they pass a plate of fancy desserts, catching up on things they’ve missed.

It’s not long before the wife and kids come home and they have to leave. They climb out of a window, stumbling over the box of hibiscus that hung from the ledge. Laughing, they sprint down the street as they dust dirt from their clothes. They run all the way to Wylan’s because that’s where she plans on staying. When they say goodbye and she shifts through her pocket for her spare key, she pulls out a handful of the flowers and gasps. When did he even pick them up? How did he slip them in her pocket?

She watches him walk away, shaking her head. He turns and smirks before disappearing into the billows of smoke. She buries her nose in the flowers to breathe them in, smiling as she pushes into the house.

The Klance Elevator Conspiracy

So we all know that scene in Eye of the Storm when Keith and Lance climb up the elevator shaft is basically just a scene from the Emperor’s New Groove, but there are a few distinct differences between the scenes that I find… interesting

Emporer’s New Groove scene:
   - They fall into a rockface unintentionally (unsafe current location)
   - There is a swarm of aligators under them waiting to eat them (obvious               danger from below)
   - Directly above them is a nice safe cliff edge if they can reach it (obvious            end point)

Voltron scene:
   - They are initially in a safe elevator, and decide to climb up and out of it            because reasons
   - They are now in an unsafe current location (if they fall/the power comes          back on and the lift runs into them)
   - They have no destination in mind (Keith only finds the air duct halfway up        and there is very obviously no other way out)

(seriously, if not for the duct where else were they going to go?)

So why did they leave in the first place??? Surely they could have just sat around and waited until Allura or Coran turned the power back on?

I’ve read other headcanons about Lance remembering and then wanting to imitate the ENG scene (which I am totally on board with) but why does Keith agree with what is an objectively terrible plan? 

This is my current working theory…

Lance: Have you ever seen the Emperor’s New Groove?
Lance: *proceeds to explain the plan*
Keith: That is I think perhaps the dumb-
Theatre of Pining Keith’s mind:   

Keith: Greatest. Great plan, it’s a great plan

Joker Imagine - He’s Scared Of Losing You

Originally posted by sensuous


Your P.O.V.

My sleep was cut off short because something made me wake up in the middle of the night. The bed was warm so I knew J was next to me. Although I was tired I knew that something was wrong. He was moving a little, almost like he was coughing but he wasn’t. I turned to my side and blinked a few times so I could get the sleep out of my eyes.

‘’J?’’ I muttered and touched his back with my hand. It caused him to freeze. He didn’t move anymore. ‘’J I know you’re awake’’ I admitted and slowly sat up in bed. ‘’Go back to sleep’’ He told me with a very raspy voice. ‘’Are you okay?’’ I asked him and completely ignored what he just told me. I waited a few seconds but he didn’t answer me. He didn’t even face me so I knew something was off.

I sighed and got out of bed so I could turn on the lights. Once the lights were on, I looked behind me only to see that he had turned around so I still couldn’t see his face. ‘’J baby what’s going on?’’ I wanted to know. Was he hurting? Had something happened? I wanted to help him no matter what. ‘’Turn the lights off and get back. It’s late’’ He groaned strangely. I sighed and got back to bed without turning off the lights.

J didn’t face the other way anymore. I got in front of him and then I cupped his face. Our eyes met and I could tell that he was sad. It wasn’t like him so I was really worried. He didn’t even push me away. His blue eyes seemed kinda dull and his red lips weren’t even close to a smile. ‘’What’s wrong?’’ I cooed and ran my thumb across his cheek gently.J put his hand on mine and let out a deep breath.

‘’I don’t want to lose you Y/N’’ He finally told me what was bothering him. The fact that it had something to do with me made my heart ache. ‘’I’m not going anywhere. Why would you think so?’’ I wanted to know.J groaned and looked away from my eyes. I knew this wasn’t easy for him. He wasn’t the type of guy to speak of his emotions and problems openly. 

‘’All my life I’ve been so isolated. I never needed anyone. I fought these battles with my enemies alone. They couldn’t hurt me in any way’’ He began telling me more. I nodded and allowed him to continue. ‘’I’ve been told that I am supposed to be alone. Growing up I always said I’d never date because it would end up like a fucking disaster but I was wrong’’ He admitted and met my eyes again.

‘’I met you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me although I never tell you. Damn, I feel like I treat you like shit and one day I’ll wake up only to see that you’re gone’’ J told me so sadly. I didn’t like to see him sad but I was glad that he opened up to me.

‘’Oh J’’ I whispered and snuggled closer. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. He hid his face into the crook of my neck as I played a little bit with his hair. It usually made him relax. ‘’I promise that I’m going to be here by your side. You don’t ever need to be alone’’ I promised him deeply. 

‘’Also..I think that you treat me well. I feel like a princess with you’’ I admitted ever so truthfully. People could easily think that being in a relationship with the Joker would be toxic, but it wasn’t. I don’t know what was going on with him and Harley, but J and I were happy. He never laid a hand on me. He made it very clear that the king had his queen.

J turned us around so he was lying on his back and I was on his chest. ‘’What did I ever do to deserve you?’’ He asked me and then smiled a little bit. It’s clear that talking eased his mind. ‘’I could ask you the same thing’’ I answered a little cheesily. J took a deep breath and then it was his turn to play with my hair. Just as I closed my eyes and yawned he reminded me of something:

‘’You know, the lights are still on’’

//This didn’t turn out the way I planned but oh well. Thoughts?

Surprise Party - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

Maybe a Jughead imagine where you’re dating and it’s your birthday and Jughead plans a cute and lazy day for the two of you since you don’t like big parties?

Originally posted by nessa007

I love this so fucken much, I hope you guys do too! (this takes place before the twilight closes btw)

All week you had seen your boyfriend, Jughead Jones, whispering with all of your friends at school. Every time you questioned him on it, he would change the subject to something else entirely. You had an inkling feeling that Jughead was playing some huge, over the top surprise party for your birthday. The thought made you a little sick; it wasn’t that you disliked the idea of having your friends over, it was the idea of having all of your friends over. You weren’t into huge parties or social gatherings, it just triggered a little of your anxiety. You also just plain hated the idea of a surprise party; you just hated not knowing.

One Friday, your fear and curiosity got the better of you so you pestered your boyfriend with questions. 

“So what were you talking to Kevin about?” He remained quiet as you walked to your house.

 “Jughead,” you said, squeezing his hand to get his attention. He turned to face you with a smile, “tomorrow is the start of your birthday weekend, got any plans?” You rolled your eyes, “no, I’m just staying home tomorrow.”

 “Good,” he said, and you groaned. 

“What are you planning, Jones.” he let out a chuckle and you smiled up at him. 

“Who says I’m planning anything,” he teased. You walked in front of him, grabbing both of his hands.

 “You’ve been talking to all of my friends throughout the week. Every time I ask, you just dance around the question.” 

He raised his eyebrows, “maybe I just wanna hang out with your friends.”

 You let out a rough laugh, “you dislike social interaction as much as me.” He smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

 “Don’t worry, Y/N,” he said, pulling you along as he walked you to your house. 

“With you that’s impossible,” he gave you a soft smile and gently squeezed your hand. 

“Well try not to,” he said, walking you to your door. You stopped before you went inside, looking up at him. 

“It better not be a party,” you said, but Jughead just stared at you.

 “I’m not saying anything,” he said as he reached up to stroke your face, “and neither are your friends.” He smiled smugly and you groaned again, hitting him in the shoulder.

 “I hate you Jones,” you whispered, but he leaned down to peck your cheek. 

“You love me,” you smiled at him and let go of his hand to open your door.

 “I do,” you whispered, “but that’s beside the point.” 

He chuckled, “I’ll text you later babe, enjoy your day of leisure tomorrow.” You rolled your eyes and walked inside your house, wondering what your boyfriend was up to.

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does this make sense? | 11 (m) ✓

pairing: min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings: romance, fluff, heavy petting, smuuut, they finally get down and dirty, college! yoongi
words: 11,752
summary: You meet the mysterious Yoongi at a house party and no matter how uninterested you tell yourself that you are, you’re can’t say no to him. Can you end up changing his playboy ways, or will you just end up getting hurt?

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Secret Relationships (Thomas Jefferson x Hamilton!Reader)

Originally posted by alexander-hamiltunes

Prompt: “Oh my God, you love her!”

Summary: Being Alexander’s younger sister isn’t always the easiest thing in the world. When you have to hide the fact that you are dating his enemy, Thomas Jefferson, it becomes even harder. How will Alex react?

Warnings: Lying? Ummm, maybe some Out Of Characterness, but I hope not.

Time Period: Hamiltime

Words: 2230

A/N: Hey guys! I really am so sorry for not posting a story recently, but school as gotten to me. However, I have a couple of stories almost ready to post. (and sorry about the title, still trying to work on that.) More exciting news: I started this blog 3 weeks ago today and I almost have 300 followers!! You guys are the best thank you so much! I hope you enjoy the story, and please send in some requests, my inbox is empty. Have a wonderful day!

Being the younger sister of Alexander Hamilton was not the easiest thing in the world. While you loved your brother dearly, there were times that he could be a bit too stubborn. Most of the these situations happened during dreaded cabinet meetings, or “battles” as they had been renamed.

Usually, you would avoid going, but Alexander would beg and plead with you until you gave him. The reason you dreaded them so much was because of the talk. Most people there believed that because Alexander was your brother, you could apparently control how he behaved. Not true.

One particular day, you and Alexander were walking side by side to the meeting. You walked along in comfortable silence, so your mind drifted to the upcoming battle. Alexander was going up against a man named Thomas Jefferson. They would be debating over whether or not the government should accept Alex’s plans for the nation to assume state’s debts.

After arriving, you wished your brother good luck and went to find a seat. Looking around, you pulled the hat you had worn, further down. Maybe then people wouldn’t openly tell you how idiotic they thought your brother’s ideas were. Not long after you got settled, President Washing walked into the middle of the room followed by Alexander and Mr. Jefferson.

Everything happened so fast, you were unsure where to look. Mr. Jefferson claimed that each state should be responsible for their own debts. he also tried to insult Alex by saying his plan was too long to understand, but you just laughed because he had just insulted himself.

Unfortunately, Alexander came back with full force. You but your lip and kept your head down, praying Alexander wouldn’t say anything too rash. Your ears tuned back in to the conversation when you heard your brother shout,

“Bend over, I’ll show you where my shoe fits!”

Your head snapped up and your eyes went wide. All around you, everyone was going crazy, discussing who they sided with most. Ignoring all the talk, you rushed to your brother and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the crowd.

“What the hell was that, Alexander?” you cursed, not caring if anybody overhead her.

“What do you mean?” he asked rather confused. “Jefferson was out of line so I put him back in his place.” Alex tried to defend.

Before you could respond, President Washington walked behind your brother. You quickly curtsied out of respect and watch Alexander’s eyes go wide as he walked away with his commander.

“Serves him right.” you mumbled, smoothing down the wrinkles on your dress.

Glancing around the room, you saw Mr. Jefferson talking quietly with Mr. Madison. Sighing heavily, you began the journey towards their spot. Somebody had to apologize for Alexander’s actions.

“Mr. Jefferson.” you stated and both men turned to face you.

“Yes, may I help you, Miss…” he began, but trialed off when he realized he did not know your name.

“Hamilton. (y/n) Hamilton.” you introduced yourself, but hurried on once you saw the distain in Jefferson’s eyes grow. “I, um, I came here to apologize for my brother’s words. He was partially in the wrong, and we both know he is too stubborn to admit it.” you confessed.

“I agree.” Jefferson agreed bluntly, but added on to his statement after noticing your look of disbelief. “But I accept your apology and offer my apologizes, Miss. Hamilton” he told you.

“Thank you.”

‘How is it that we have not yet met, Miss. Hamilton?” Jefferson inquired. “I’m sure I would not forget a face as beautiful as yours.”

You blushed and look down at the floor. ‘Well, Mr. Jefferson, you have been off in France.” you pointed out.

“That is true, and please call me Thomas.” he insisted.

“Only if you call me (y/n).” you countered.

Neither of you were able to say another word because it was then that Alexander stormed over to you and puled you behind him, distancing you from Thomas.

“(y/n), what are you doing talking to the likes of him?” Alex spat.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Thomas beat you to it. “We were having a perfectly civil conversation until you came over here, Hamilton.”

Sensing another argument, you stepped between the two men, holding each of them back. “Both of you are grown men, so let us stop fighting like children. For goodness sake, you are both dignified members of government.” you chided.

Then, you turned to your brother and tried to reason with him. “Alexander, I do not need to be protected, I was simply apologizing to Thomas for your behavior. Now let’s-”

“Thomas?” your brother seethed, and you quickly pulled him outside to head back home.

“I’m so sorry against, Thomas. I hope to see you again soon.” you called over your shoulder, offering him a smile.

“Goodbye, (y/n).” you heard him respond, and the rest of the way home you had a blush on your cheeks as you ignored your still fuming brother.

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Pete| Animals |Dunne

Title; Animals

Words; ~9000

Pairing; Pete Dunne/Reader, Trent Seven/Reader if you get drunk and squint

Summary; The cost of my dreams, also known as you, will be you.

Warnings; NSFW. HEATHENS VERSE SO AU AF. Smut, semi  public sex, latex free, werewolves, pack dynamics, VERY unhealthy relationships. Mentions of past child abuse and child exploitation. Not a happy ending. Shit editing because I’m sick.

A/N: This is going to be a smidgen dark, it is Heathens!verse after all. For those who aren’t familiar, links to Heathens are listed in the fic masterlist. Raini @amaranthine-reign is the light of my life and the wind underneath my wings and deserves all the lovely things in life for being my sounding board and ever so patient with me and my struggles.

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“Sorry for dragging you out here on Valentine’s, Scully.” But he’s not sorry. Not sorry at all. The stars are out, glittering even through the glow of the city lights, even though the windshield. 

She shrugs. “It’s not exactly out of character for you, Mulder. I’m just glad you’re not going on stakeouts alone anymore.” She lets her head fall against the headrest. “I still think this case is bullshit, though.” 

“Mmm. You should swear more often. It’s becoming for a sailor’s daughter.” He smirks, leans over to turn the radio up. “And they call it puppy looo-ooove…” he sings along with Donny Osmond in falsetto, and Scully can’t help but laugh. He thrills a little. Damn, he loves making her laugh. 

“I, uh, didn’t drag you away from any… plans, did I?” 

“No, Mulder, you didn’t.” 

He tries to hide his satisfaction - “What, no beefcake from the bullpen asked you out? Not even Agent Karlsen?” He’d seen the way Karlsen looked at her. He shuddered with disgust - Karlsen was easily six foot six. He’d be able to pick Scully up with one hand and set her on his shoulder. 

She snorts. “Yeah, right. He called me Gingersnap the other day. I almost decked him.” 

Mulder barks a laugh. “I woulda loved to see that. Next time someone tries calling you a cookie, page me first and I’ll bring a video camera.” 

It’s Scully’s turn to smirk. “Besides, most of them think I’m Mrs. Spooky anyway.” She wiggles her fingers in front of his face with uncharacteristic playfulness. Jesus, she was in a good mood tonight. 

“I do find myself fielding an awful lot of questions about whether you’re a natural redhead.” 

“Mulder!” She smacks his arm, but oh - is that a little blush creeping into her cheeks? He wants to ask her - are you? are you ? - or better yet, find out for himself. He catches her eye, holds her gaze to him. Daring her, wordlessly, to answer. He almost leans in, trapped in the vortex of those blue, blue eyes, but then - 

“You hungry?” She reaches into the back of the car, and he catches her scent as she leans over him - soap and jasmine, a whiff of something oceanic. She produces a paper bag, sets it on her lap, and digs into it. 

She tosses a sandwich into his lap. “What, no gingersnaps?” he teases, and, looking up to catch her reaction, stops cold. She’s got an entirely dangerous glint in her eye. Fuck, she’s delicious. Edible. Agent Karlsen hit the nail on the head. “Mmm. Maybe later, Mulder. Depending on how well this stakeout goes.” Her little tongue darts out and pulls her bottom lip into her mouth. Her eyes are full of laughter. The car is suddenly much too small. 

“Scully?”

“Mmm.” 

“What else is in the bag?” 

She pulls out a can of iced tea. “Happy Valentine’s, G-man.”

Thanks Again for Participating in the Fresh_Hell/Fatal Fools Event!

It is, unfortunately (or fortunately) over. All radical things must come to an end, my dude. For those who missed it or missed part of it, or just want to relive the nightmare fun all over again, the first official post of the event was THIS ONE. I added a ‘next’ button to each post to take you through the event, all the way through to the end. Once I get the chance, I’ll add this entire event to the Story Archive page.

I’m really glad so many folks got a kick out of it! I actually wasn’t planning on releasing the YOLO.exe comic just yet but then I thought of this silly idea and the timing was right and I just thought it was way too entertainingly dumb to not go for it XD And I’m glad I did! I didn’t get to do all that I wanted to do, but it turned out so much better than I had planned :D

AND A REALLY REALLY BIG THANK YOU GOES TO ALL OF YA’LL WHO SENT IN MESSAGES THROUGHOUT THE EVENT!

I didn’t get to answer anywhere near as many as I wanted to, but I read them all and thought they were amazing, hilarious, and sweet XD Thanks for all of your great questions and support. You’re all so awesome <3

Also, running an ask blog (even for a few measly hours) is HARD WORK. OH MY GOSH. If you follow any ask blogs go tell them thank you and that you appreciate what they do. Draw them a picture or something. They deserve it.


Lastly, let me just clear up a few things about what was part of the joke and what wasn’t:

* YOLO.exe is a real side comic (still non-canon) that will be completed

* I’m not going on a mini-hiatus because of computer issues (of all things this was the thing I was most nervous joking about XD). Chapter Three isn’t ready yet and I’m still planning, but no hiatus for me right now

* Fatal_Error’s fine, he just needs to walk it off, or…something…probably?

* Dunno where Fresh is? Not here probably. Also Fresh_Hell isn’t available for questions :)


Okay I think that’s all!

Peace out, brahs <3 BD

anonymous asked:

What about running into ur ex?? MC's too nice to be uncomfortable (they broke up on mutual terms) but the ex just won't stop talking and seems a little interested? Thank u ^^

Yoosung

  • when your ex came over and started talking to you
  • he was SO oblivious
  • he just smiled
  • he had no idea that was your ex until he called you his ex-girlfriend
  • thennnnnn Yoosung was uncomfortable
  • he looked around for the first thing he saw
  • “Uhh MC, you wanna go try that snowcone place over there?”
  • Once he finally got you away from him, he turned to you
  • “You don’t have feelings for him still… right?”
  • after laughing at his proposal you told him you only had feelings for him
  • he lets out a sigh of relief and mentally sticks his tongue out at your ex

Zen

  • oh hell nah
  • as soon as your ex even LOOKS at you he’d sling a protective arm around you
  • but noW HE has the audacity to approach you??
  • you try your best to calm Zen down
  • but then your ex does it
  • he winks at you and calls you cute
  •  before you could explain that zen is your boyfrieND YUP HE JUST PUNCHED YOUR EX IN THE FACE
  • DAMN IT ZEN
  • you usher Zen away before he does more damage
  • “H-he called you cute, and only I am to do that.”
  • you scold him for using violence but it was still rly hot

Jaehee

  • once you pointed out your ex in the crowd
  • little angel Jaehee’s self esteem dropped
  • it wasn’t that she was prettier than Jaehee
  • or smarter
  • or funnier
  • she just didn’t know why she felt that way ???? she just did
  • & when your ex crossed the room and started talking to you, she just looked at the floor
  • when you noticed this you made the convo short and sweet and then turned to your bae
  • after you asked her what’s wrong she shrugged
  • “I don’t know… I guess I don’t like being around your exes…”
  • you smiled and gave your super cute GF a hug
  • “Jaehee, I love you and I don’t plan on loving anyone else ever again.”
  • then the next day, when Jaehee saw your ex at the store
  • she couldn’t help but hold her head up high knowing she had what your ex never could

Jumin

  • he doesn’t play around when it comes to exes
  • as soon as your ex steps in the vicinity he gets the Jumin Han glare which may or may not be the scariest thing on this earth
  • oh but NOW your ex wants to talk to you
  • haha ok
  • when your ex walked up to you and asked how you were doing, you PLANNED to tell him you were fine
  • but before you could answer him
  • Jumin turned your head and kissed you
  • and kissed you
  • and kept kissing you
  • and finally when he pulls back he WIPES his mouth and smirks at your ex
  • “I’ll meet you at the food court MC, when you’re done talking to them.
  • you blush and shrug at your ex but you know what’s coming later from Jumin

707

  • when you introduce 707 to your ex, the first thing he does is crack a joke
  • “I normally don’t eat other people’s left overs, but yours sure were good looking”
  • he’s the only one that laughs
  • you’re petrified 
  • and god your poor ex’s mouth is hanging open
  • you were going to change the subject when your exs mumbles something under his breath
  • “You chose this goof over me?”
  • anD THAT IS IT BECAUSE NOW HE HAS A BRIGHT RED HAND MARK ON HIS FACE FROM YOUR SLAP
  • “Well, buddy, this guy right here happens to be the LOVE OF MY LIFE. I wouldn’t trade him for anyone or anything.”
  • your ex rolls his eyes and storms off, but seven is just staring at you
  • “D-did you really mean that?”
  • “Of course I did… you goof.”
Dear Diary - Smut

Originally posted by madyvh91

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader
Words: 3,202
Requested by Anon:  Do you think you can write something where DOB and the reader have been together for a while and Dylan finds the readers journal that has all her “extreme kinky fantasies in bed” and Dylan finds it. It also just so happens to be the reader's birthday?! 
AN: I love you guys, okay? Don’t ever forget that. Also, I think I have a mild Ewok obsession? lmao. Also I edited this quickly so there may be some mistakes. Sorry aboot that.



Dylan sighed happily when he finally arrived home, dropping his suitcase and his pillow next to the door and swinging it shut behind him.

“Honey, I’m home!” He called, rounding the corner into the living room and through to the kitchen. It was empty, save for the note left on the counter.

“Dyl,
I had to run a million errands today, I’m so sorry! I’m picking up stuff to make you your favorite for dinner and I have to stop and pay the electric and the jeep needs an oil change. I promised I’ll be home soon, I figured you’d need time to unpack anyway. Call me if you need anything. Love you and I’m so glad you’re home.”

He smiled to himself as he read, leave it to you to leave everything for the last minute. He sighed, pulling open the fridge and grabbing a beer, sipping from the bottle as he leaned on the center island. He’d been gone filming for about 3 months, and he’d only seen you once since then, when he had been able to leave for a weekend for his cousins wedding and you had met him there.

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Ride Monologue
Lana Del Rey
Ride Monologue

I was in the winter of my life- and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell sleep with vision of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three year down the line of being on an endless world tour and memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not very popular one, who once has dreams of becoming a beautiful poet- but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again- sparkling and broken. But I really didn’t mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living- they asked me why. But there’s no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lied you head.

I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me that I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing me due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiviness that was as wide as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying- because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one- who belonged to everyone, who had nothing- who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obssesion for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about- and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzlez and dizzied me.

Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people- and finally I did- on the open road. We have nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore- except to make our lives into a work of art.

LIVE FAST. DIE YOUNG. BE WILD. AND HAVE FUN.

I believe in the country America used to be. I belive in the person I want to become, I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever- *I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself- I Ride. I Just Ride.*

Who are you? Are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you’re free to experience them?
I Have.
I Am Fucking Crazy. But I Am Free.

- Lana Del Rey