this guy... makes me laugh every time

Every time I see Hiccup interact with Astrid, I always think of the last (and only) guy I was with and honestly it hurts my heart because I miss having my own Hiccup to act sweet and dorky and draw and write and make me laugh.

It sounds stupid but I think one of the reasons I love Hiccstrid is because watching them is therapeutic to me in a weird twisted way. Even though it makes me miss being in a romantic relationship with the guy I was with, it also somehow gives me hope and satisfies my desire to go back to a relationship like that.

But really. I was in a bad place because of my living situation and also because I was still depressed after my guy and I realized we had to end things, and when RTTE S4 came out I felt happier because seeing Hiccstrid somehow gave me hope of being in another amazing relationship and made me smile just because who wouldn’t smile?

I know, I have a terrible habit of living in fictional worlds (both books and movies/TV) but it really is therapeutic to have an escape from reality.

Can we take a moment to talk about Thomas Sanders (@thatsthat24)? Not only is he an amazing person, he also one of the most accepting and kind person in the world. He makes sure that his fans (fanders) are all noticed, taking time to thank each and every one of them when they make fanart. And not only that, but he also writes them differently each time, meaning that he doesn’t just copy and paste the same thank you over and over.

Secondly, he’s an amazingly funny guy. He makes me smile and laugh everyday, regardless of how bad my day was. His humor and hilarious and clever, not like those videos that just have swearing and inappropriate content. Thomas’ videos always make me happy.

Last of all, his acceptance towards everyone. He doesn’t care if you’re gay, straight, trans, gender fluid, etc., He’s just the nicest, sweetest person around. He’s modest, and he is such a good person to everyone, and he’s so nice to his friends. You just gotta appreciate someone like that.

Bonus: he reblogs videos and pictures of cute animals. What more is there to say?

Bonus bonus: he’s such an optimist!!!!!!

I mentioned Lucio sort of “sings” in the brazilian version of Overwatch. So i recorded.

The first one is a reference to a 90s kids show called “Castelo Ra- tim- Bum”:

He sings: “Passarinho que som é esse?”
(in english can be translated as “Little bird which sound is this?”)

The second is another one they adapted:

He sings: “uh uh estou sentindo boas vibrações”
(in english can be translated as: “uh uh I’m feeling good vibes”)

and in case you guys are curious of what he says next 

PT:“Aumenta o volume!”
EN:“Raisin’ the volume!" 

The last and 3rd one is a popular brazilian saying:

He sings: “Quem canta seus males espanta”
(in english can be translated as: “Singing chases away the evils”)

Just a side note: his tone suggests he’s mocking the enemies. He says a lot of provocative things when he is fighting and he is always laughing when he does it. Never fails to make me laugh when I’m playing with him.

*edit: Forgot to mention that there’s another one. but it’s really rare to get (took me some time to find it ;_;)

He says: “Todo carvaval tem seu fim…”
(in english can be translated as: “Every carnival has its end…”)

Which is from a brazilian rock band called “Los Hermanos” (yes, they have a Spanish name lol) and here is the link for the song.

Little Things in Dirk Gently that Make Me Laugh Every Time

- They’re not dog hypnotists!
- I BURNED your HOUSE down?
- Cinnamon.
- He’s British!
- This isn’t my daughter.
- Fat…people????
- You seem like a guy.
- This is the least illegal shit I’ve done all day.
- She seems real.
-What’d you guys DO to this place?
- Eighty million doLLaRS!

Feel free to add your own!


Jughead x Reader

Request: Jughead has a major crush on the reader, but the reader keeps talking about her crush to the squad and it’s always so cute happy positive impressive things so Jughead thinks it’s Archie. He gets really mad at the reader and asks out Betty, and the reader sees it, but Betty tries to tell him he’s getting it all mixed up and it’s one giant confusion.

I really want a really angst jughead one shot but I don’t know what to request, can you just work your magic? Please?

Warnings: None I don’t think

Word count: 3,327

A/N: Based loosely on the emotions faced in episode 10. Also yikes on the word count but I worked super hard on this one and it’s worth the read I promise.

‘As she sits across the cold stone table on a brisk Friday evening, the boy can’t help but notice the way the moonlight bounces off her hair on the left side of her face. The fluorescent bulbs from up above cast a shadow down her face, making her eyes glow. Those same piercing eyes look up from her romance novel, almost like a prediction of his future, and she can’t tell but the boy’s heartbeat quickens, as in this moment their souls have gotten one inch closer than they were before.’ Jughead writes as he sits across from (Y/N) in Pop’s, working on his novel.

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pre-zimbits, in which bittle is drunk and jack is very patient (and a jerk with a great ass)

“I can’t believe I didn’t stay for Senior Week last year.”

Bittle was sprawled across the grass in the little cemetery on the other side of the soccer field. Jack wasn’t entirely sure how he got here, but he was very drunk and very alone, and everyone else was very drunk and not answering Bittle’s texts.

“Having fun?” Jack asked, hands in his pockets.

Bittle pulled himself to his feet, using a headstone for balance. “Mmph, sorry there, Mr. Dead Dude. Don’t haunt me for this.”

Bittle was drunker than Jack feared. He stumbled over, eyes glassy and unfocused. There was no doubt Jack would be cleaning vomit tonight; Bittle was so buying him Annie’s tomorrow.

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The prime example of what you used to be able to find in random YouTube search terms. I think I’ve tried to fit references to this clip in half the things I’ve ever worked on (Not sure what’s wrong with me). This bizarre sketch, its pacing, its execution, all together form the PERFECT bad sketch, one that STILL makes me laugh JUST AS HARD a decade later. I don’t know how they didn’t do it by design- every single ingredient here is perfect. Unintentionally, one of the funniest clips of all time. 

Tomorrow- the Honorable Mentions list before #1!


roasted gently, served with care


The circus went through town every spring right around my birthday.
There was this guy. Him and my mom used to drink and fornicate and beat the crap out of me.
They’d make a whole night out of it. And I remember one time; it was my ninth birthday… him and my mom had just finished round one of boozing, boning, beating up Jerome, and were deciding to take a little break.
Anyway… Mm.
I was outside the trailer, and you were there and you said, “Why are you crying, Jerome?”

“It’s my birthday and my mom and the snake guy are beating me.”

Then you said, “This world doesn’t care about you or anyone else, Jerome. Better to realize that now.”

Friends With Benefits

Dean x Reader

Summary: You may see Dean as a little more than a “friend with benefits”.

Warnings: Little angst (more flangst), cursing, little bit of implied smut.

A/N: Just a flangsty idea I had :) 

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“Just friends?” he asks breathlessly as his lips ghost over yours. His hands roam your body fervently when he speaks.

You take in a deep breath and nod. “Just friends.” His lips are soon over yours as you both fall onto the bed, losing yourself in one another.

“Just friends”, you mutter bitterly to yourself, watching Dean flirt with a pretty, busty blonde at the bar you’re at. 

You’ve been “friends with benefits” with Dean for six months now. While you got to enjoy Dean’s talented skills, you both promised that this relationship had no strings attached. That means, you as well as Dean were free game to sleep with anyone else.

At first, you didn’t mind the purely sexual attraction he had towards you. He’s an excellent lover, after all. But as months passed and countless girls came and left his room, you realized you didn’t want to share him.

You fell in love with Dean Winchester after you had promised you wouldn’t.

So, seeing Dean shamelessly hit on other women in front of you stung deeply. Because he didn’t seem to mind finding other lays, you figured he didn’t feel the same romantic connection you felt.

Slamming your beer down with frustration, you decide to try to move on from your hopeless relationship with Dean. Your eyes scan the bar for a handsome suitor, trying to ignore Dean running his hands on the blonde like he had to you so many times before.

Before you can locate a handsome man, a soft voice startles you.

“Are you okay?”

When you look up, you’re surprised to see a good-looking man with a killer smile and striking blue eyes sitting next to you.

“Yeah. Just a rough day”, you answer, trying your best to not look over at Dean.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asks politely and you can’t help but agree. You need to move on from your thoughts about a romantic relationship with Dean.

After a couple drinks with the man (which you learned his name is Leon), you can’t help but feel a sort of freedom as you broke away from your jealousy with Dean. Sure, he wasn’t as funny, handsome, or kind as Dean, but he was something, and that’s all you need right now.

Leon’s hands wrap around yours as he leans towards your ear. “Wanna get out of here?” he huskily whispers, licking his lips.

Before you can agree, a rough hand pushes you two apart. “She’s taken. Back off.”

The familiarity of the voice causes you to look up in shock. Dean stands before you and Leon, his hands clenched in fists and his normally gentle green eyes burning with anger.

Leon puts his hands up. “Sorry, man. I didn’t know.” He saunters off awkwardly.

You can’t stand to look up at Dean. Your nails are digging into your palm as you try not to explode with rage.

Instead, you stand up abruptly and push Dean out of the way, rushing out of the crowded bar into the cool night air. You hear his heavy footsteps behind you, so you try to walk away faster. 

Thanks to his long legs, he quickly catches up to you, gently grabbing your arm so you have to face him. “Y/N…” he starts, his voice quiet.

“You know what Dean?” you spit out, ripping your arm away. “‘No strings attached’ right? I never did this to you when you went off to your flavor of the month.” 

Your words seem to hurt him as he flinches with every word you speak. With a final huff, you stomp away from him and you’re grateful when he doesn’t follow you.

You walk until your legs are numb and your tears are dry. You’ve been walking for hours trying to figure out Dean’s mysterious behavior, yet you still haven’t sorted it out.

Eventually, you make your way back to your motel room. When you walk in, you’re not pleased to see Dean standing inside. Before you can slam the door and walk out, he pleads “Please stay.”

Defeated and exhausted, you begrudgingly sit on the bed. He sits next to you, close enough to touch you, but he doesn’t.

There’s a moment of silence before he speaks. “I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

You scoff and roll your eyes, crossing your arms and looking away. “Thanks”, you bitterly respond.

Dean sighs. “You’re right. I had no right to interfere with your date.”

The apology is nice, but its not enough to soothe the ache in your heart. “You didn’t”, you simply say, standing up to leave.

Before you can get outside again, his hand tenderly grabs yours. Dean’s eyes are pleading and desperate as he holds onto you. “Please don’t be done with me. God, please don’t leave.”

“Dean”, tears begin to form in your eyes, “don’t say that. You don’t really mean it.”

He drops to his knees as he still grasps your hand like a lifeline. “I do, I swear to God I do.” His eyes search yours frantically. “If you left me, I don’t know what I’d do.”

Anger boils in your veins. “You’d just find another girl. It’s not that hard”, you spit out, though tears are flowing down your face now. 

“But I don’t love them. I only love you.” Dean lets the words flow out like their the most true, natural thing ever.

You gape with eyes wide. “You… you love me?”

“More than anything.”

You want to not believe him, figuring this is just a way to keep you around for his use. But, the way his hand tightly grips onto yours and his terrified expression tells you otherwise.

“Why’d you do it, then? You’ve been with tons of women since our arrangement.”

He looks down in shame. “I never slept with any of them, you know. I tried to forget you and your beautiful face and crude sense of humor and the way you make me feel. But, I couldn’t. I couldn’t forget the way I feel about you.”

Dean takes a deep breath before speaking again. “I know it was a shitty thing to do. And when I saw you with that guy, I lost it. I was going to lose the best thing I’ve had because I’m a fucking idiot.”

His fingers brush over your knuckles. “Please, Y/N. Give me another chance. But, this time, I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine, all the strings attached.”

You let out a choked laugh. “All the strings?”

“Every single one”, he promises, letting out a broken smile as the pieces begin to finally fall into place.

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Daddy kink with Ethan/Grayson would include ♡

A/N: Hi babes ♡ I’m aware that this isn’t the happiest of Tuesdays, but I still wanted to post something since I’ve been very unactive and I want to make everyone who reads this smile! I received a request for a ‘daddy kink with Ethan would include' and this is how it turned out, but if you’re a Grayson girl (like me) you can imagine him with this if you like. I KNOW they both have a secret kink (don’t fight me on this) so I feel that this would apply for the both of them. I hope you enjoy xxx

➼ Daddy kink with him would definitely include really rough but passionate sex

➼ Him begging you to call him “daddy” because it turns him on (and you know it)

➼ Him being extremely dom

➼ Smirking and lip biting when he sees you come undone

➼ Dirty talk

❥ “I’m going to make you come so hard you won’t be able to walk tommorow”

❥  ’'That’s my girl’’

❥ “Such a good girl for daddy”

➼ Him enjoying to make you do things you have never done or showed before to anyone, and remembering them the next day when he sees you acting innocent

➼ Him guiding your hips whenever you would ride him and spontanously spanking you whenever you would try to take the control from him

➼ Scratches and bruises (but in the sweetest way)

➼ Him moaning your name and him begging you to call his

➼ Teasing, teasing and TEASING till your panties are soaked lmao

➼ Lots and lots of foreplay because something tells me they’d be SO good at that (I mean look at them hands)

➼ Fingering you in public because he’s a horny little boy, and gets turned on when he sees the look on your face when you realize his hands are between your legs

❥ “Oh my God, stop it!”

❥ “Only if you call me daddy tonight”

❥ “You can’t do this right now”

❥ “I’ll take you anywhere, anytime”

➼ You guys would try to do roleplays with handcuffs, tying up, blind folds and toys, and ending up laughing about it because you both can’t take each other serious (which makes it ten times more fun)

➼ Butt and hip grabbing

➼ Kissing every inch of your beautiful body and showing you how much he loves you and that you belong to him

➼ Spankinggg omg

➼ CHOKING lol idk but it’s so hot for some reason

➼ Him trying to make you squirt (*faints*)

➼ Sweet massages afterwards

➼ Him wanting to make you orgasm multiple times a night

➼ Calling you baby girl

➼ Him always giving you a look whenever he’s hinting at you for what to come for the night and you getting turned on by the thought of it

➼ Making it clear that in bed he’s your “daddy” and telling you to not even think of calling anyone else that way

➼ Him calling you his bad little girl just to make your knees go weak

➼ Him sometimes forbidding you to touch yourself during sex or during the day, saying that only he can do so and make you feel so good

➼ You purposely breaking that rule just so he could “punish” you and have way too much fun with it

➼ Him always smirking and looking at the parts where he left some hickies the next day

➼ Him loving to take you from behind while looking at you in the mirror, making you realize how much he enjoys looking at you as you moan

➼ You purposely getting on his nerves to excite him and hear him say things like “Do you want to repeat that?” and “Excuse me?” knowing EXACTLY to what it would lead

➼ Him enjoying to tease you with his member by stroking it against your crotch, just to hear you beg him to enter

➼ Him tugging your hair to have control and making you understand that you’re his

➼ Him always sweet talking you and treating and making you feel like a real princess before getting down and dirty with you

➼ Him being all soft and gentle after your fun to reassure you that he truly cares for you

Take Care of Me || Justin Foley x Reader

Yes indeedy. Justin is like such a sad baby boy.

Word Count: 682

Warnings: Mentions of Abuse 


    When you first met Justin Foley, he seemed like the perfect guy. He had an award winning smile, perfect hair, great style, and never failed to make you laugh. But slowly, as word of Hannah Baker’s suicide spread, and Justin began walking into class with fresh bruises every morning; things changed.

    The two of you had stopped going on dates first. Then, you began to spend less time together during school. Until, eventually, it was as if you were nothing more than a couple of strangers. You never saw him. You stopped trying to call after the eighth attempt.

    You didn’t want to be one of those people in relationships that just can’t let go. The ones that show up at your doorstep three months after no contact and start breaking things. You had to admit, though, he was a hard one to lose.

    You sat in the empty school lunchroom. There was a basketball game going on next door, and you hadn’t really felt like attending.

    The sound of shoes squeaking on the polished floor came from your right, and you lifted your head in the direction of it. You felt your mouth go dry when you caught sight of Justin. He was staring at you, though one eye was partially swollen shut with a dark bruise surrounding it.

    “Holy hell,” you muttered, pushing yourself up.

    You rushed over to him, smoothing a hand along his cheek. He winced, but made an effort not to pull away. He placed his hand on top of yours, pressing it down harder.

    “Where have you  been?” you asked quietly.

    He inhaled deeply, clenching his jaw. “Don’t ask, please. Just stay with me. I need you to stay with me.”

    You wrapped your arms around him tightly, pulling him in for a hug. “Okay, I won’t ask. Just… if you want me to stay with you, you have to stay with me.”

    He nodded, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You ran your hand down his back, shushing him as his breath hitched, cracking with a quiet sob.

    “Leaving you was the worst mistake of my life,” he whispered. “I thought it would help you. I’m not what you need, but you’re what I need.”

    You pulled away just enough to look him in the face. “I love you, Justin.”

    His lower lip quivered, tears brimming in his eyes. “I love you too, Y/N.”

    “Then tell me what happened,” you replied.

    He looked down, trying to pull away, but you held him tighter. It didn’t take long for the warmth of your body pressing against his own to break through his shell. He melted against you, letting his head fall back onto your shoulder, hands wandering down to play with the hem of your shirt.

    “You know how my mom is. Her new boyfriend is an asshole. If I even attempt to stand up to him he acts like he’s going to murder me,” he said finally. “I hate him, and I hate her. All I need is you. Please, can I come live with you?”

    You were probably the only seventeen year old in town who had their own place. Partly because your parents owned multiple homes and were constantly renting them out, and partly because you were just a trustworthy teen. The baddest thing you’d ever done was steal a candy bar from a convenience store, but that was when you were like six.

    “You should’ve told me,” you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Of course you can.”

    “I know,” he whispered. “I was afraid you’d think I was just trying to get into your pants or something. I’m not like what Hannah Baker said, I swear. I made a mistake. I should have told everyone that the rumors weren’t true. I really do need you. I have no one else.”

    “I know, Justin. Everyone makes mistakes, but you’ve changed. You’re different now.” You took his hands into your own, bringing them to your lips. “I’m here, okay? I’ll take care of you.”

Long Distance (Chapter Five)

I love this chapter! Our boys are the cutest! Can’t wait to hear what you guys think!


Enjoy :)

{Group Text}

From Steve– good morning honey. My last class gets out at 345 today, and Bucky has to be at practice at 5, so we will have about 45 minutes free when we can all talk. Does that work?

From Tony–sounds perfect. Are we just group texting now?

From Bucky–yep. I’m tired of being  left out of your conversations. I need to be included in everything from now on.

From Tony– is Bucky the needy one? I am usually the needy one in a relationship, this will be new for me.

From Bucky–aw you can be needy all you want, sweet thing. We will take care of you

From Steve– yes, Bucky is definitely the needy one.

From Bucky– I feel like that’s enough from the blonde. Don’t you have a class on play-doh to teach

From Tony– daaaaaaamn. Bucky with the snark.

From Steve– I do have a class, we both have full days. Can’t wait to talk this afternoon, honey.

From Bucky– yeah really. So excited to see you Tony

From Tony– have a good day, guys.

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anonymous asked:

Omfg new cool FFXV writing blog yaaay <3 How about the boyband crushing hard on a female friend but they don't want to ruin the friendship. Or appear to be that guy who is in it for the booty. So they accidentally fess up in a normal conversation and she's stunned. Does she reject them or agree to take it slow? Up to you love <3

Okay so this request got me so excited that I think I’m going to do both outcomes?? like what I’m putting here is her accepting their feelings, but I totally plan to break these boys’ hearts in a separate post. I can’t help it. I gotta do both

Thanks for the wonderful request, anon! Enjoy some nervous chocobros!

(looooong post, guys. strap in)


He didn’t mean to tell you.

He was content with his feelings remaining a secret. He was happy with simply being in your presence, even if you were oblivious to the way his heart raced any time that you were near. If it meant that he could stay with you for a little while longer, he would be just friends for as long as possible.

Then he went and screwed it up, throwing a wrench in his plans with a few simple words.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

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anonymous asked:

Seven new years resolution headcanons?

I made my own physical list for seven because i love him with a firey passion as red as his hair