this movie is so stupid and terrible

Kidnapped! Prompts

Anonymous said:Got any prompts about the hero being kidnapped?

Anonymous said:Your hero and villain prompts are the best thing. Could I possibly get some prompts about a captured hero who is totally crushing on the villain, who totally knows it?

Anonymous said:Could I please have some prompts for a man who is terribly in love with someone he kidnapped? 

Anonymous said:Good afternoon! Could I get a couple of prompts about the hero and villain having to work together in order to escape a much worse villain who has captured them? 

Anonymous said:Hero capturing the villain and vice Versa prompts? 

1) “Open your eyes.” The villain dragged the hero over to the window, with a vice like grip on their arm. “Open them. Let me show you how beautiful the world looks burning.”

2) “Gotta love the movies,” the villain said. “It makes so many stupid people think that dangerous means chemistry.” They shook their head, laughed. “It makes it all so easy. All you ever have to do is let people believe that they might just be your exception.” 

3) “I’m sorry, I love you.”
“You don’t kidnap people when you love them.” 
“I couldn’t let you die with the rest of them.” 

4) l“For a moment there, I thought you were going to let them have me,” the hero said weakly. “Convenient diversion for your escape, and all that.” They met the villain’s stare - close in their hiding place, bodies pressed together. The tramp of footsteps down the corridor faded away. 
“For a moment there,” the villain murmured. “So did I.”

5) “But you,” the hero laughed. “You are nothing. There are a hundred people who do it just like you and thinks hurting someone makes them god. Give it a couple of years, and despite all your efforts, nobody is even going to remember your name.” 
The villain spat in their face. 
The hero smiled grimly, and straightened, stepping back from the cell. “Enjoy rotting for what you’ve done. Your immortality’s not going to feel so good then.”

6) “You don’t understand - I’m on your side!”
“Nobody’s ever on our side.”

7) “You’ve kidnapped me to an empty restaurant?” the hero raised their brows.
The villain waved their hand and a glassy-eyed server came over to set down drinks and a plate of hors d’oeuvres.
“As if I would be so stupid as to take you to my base so you can have a look around. Isn’t that what you wanted? Besides.” A gleam entered the villain’s eyes as they speared one of the appetizers with their fork and held it across the table. “It’s almost like a date, don’t you think?”
The hero faltered. The villain looked rather too knowing when they said that. 

8) “You’re kidding me,” the villain said flatly. “We don’t have time to rescue all your little friends! Security are going to notice us missing any minute.”
“I’m not leaving without them - and you know you’re not getting anywhere without me. So you want to stand here bickering about it or try and think where your not so bosom-buddy is holding them?”

9) “Oh would you look at that,” the villain drawled. “You got me. Your plan worked. You’re probably more terrified then I am - you don’t have the slightest clue what to do with me now, do you?” 
“I’m sure I’ll figure something out.”

10) “You know, this is kind of an inconvenient time for me. Any chance we can schedule this in for tomorrow instead?”


Today is your lazy day. You were laid up in your boyfriend, Stefan’s bed watching Twilight. You’ve seen it before, but today was the day you planned on re-watching it for the 20th time.

Stefan was gone most of the day taking care of a few things that you didn’t want any part of.

It is now almost 6:00pm. The first thing he does when he comes home is give you a quick peck on the cheek, then he headed straight for the shower.

15ish minutes later…

Here comes your boyfriend, fresh out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around his waist. Seeing his figure come out of the bathroom causes you to quickly glance, then you continued to glue your eyes to the screen, being consumed by the movie. If you weren’t so distracted seeing him half naked, you would’ve been doing a few naughty things here and there.

Stefan dries off, then puts on his boxers first. You’re at the scene where Bella calls out Edward on being a vampire. The word ‘vampire’ catches Stefan’s attention. As he’s putting on his white wife beater, he asks, “what in the world are you watching?”

“Uh, twilight. Don’t tell me you’ve never seen this movie.” You asked surprisingly.

“Oh, it’s that stupid vampire movie. I remember Damon barely finished reading the book because it was so terrible.”

“It’s not stupid, Stefan.” You rolled your eyes in his ignorance.

“Come on, babe. These wannabes sparkle in the sun.” Stefan joins you under the covers.

“Well, I think it’s beautiful that they sparkle. Would you rather sparkle or burn from the sun?” You said, raising your nose in the air while crossing your arms.

And to add to the ignorance comes Damon walking in the room before Stefan could respond to your question. “I couldn’t help but overhear my name and ‘twilight’.” After noticing what’s on the TV screen, he added, “Oh. Ew. Why watch Twilight when you have the real thing over here, but better.” Damon dramatically rolls his eyes at you.

“It’s just a movie. Quit taking it so personal you guys.” It was obvious you were just flat out annoyed at this point. All you wanted to do was watch this movie in peace, but no, the Salvatore brothers just have to be air heads.

Stefan shrugs his shoulders in response.

Damon walks over to the bed and sits at the edge, pointing at the screen after seeing Edward Cullen. “Oh look, Stefan. That’s you.”

Stefan laughs, then throws a pillow at Damon. I mean, you couldn’t lie that there’s a resemblance there when it comes to their hair and pale skin.

Title: I Do… Not

Warnings: Swears

Request: Ooooh a William Nylander pleaseeee :) Whatever is fine :) AND Could you do a Mitch Marner or William Nylander imagine?

Note: Ahhh… Why am I writing all these open ended stories recently? If anyone wants a part 2, let me know and I’ll add it to the list.

Other Parts: (Part Two)

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests

You could hear the faint chatter of all your friends and family gathering on the lawn. 20 minutes; only 20 minutes and you would be marrying the love of your life. You were chatting with one of your bridesmaids in the bridal suite when a familiar flash of blond hair walked past the tiny window in the door. A smile pulled at your lips, jumping up and dashing to the door.

“Willy!” you called after the retreating figure, cracking open the door of your dressing room. He stopped dead in his tracks, turning slowly to face you. “Where are you going? The wedding is that way.” you grinned, pointing down the hall.

“Wha… uh… I was- I was just leaving.” he stammered, nervously running a hand through his hair.

“Leaving? Why?” you asked, furrowing your brow in confusion. “The ceremony is still twenty minutes away.”

“I just, uh… I think I’m coming down with something.” he explained, quickly. His normally bright grin was nonexistent. “I don’t want to ruin your big day.” he said, offering you a weak smile.

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    Okay, so listen. One thing we can all hopefully agree on is that these new remakes of classic Disney movies have been giving a good amount of the characters MORE character. More reasoning, more emotions, more drive, more DEPTH. They are not so much two-dimensional and only focusing on the main character(s). They are looking at more of the story and more of the other characters. And who else has been given more character?

    If you guessed CHIP: then you’re wrong. They actually just made him really precious and cute but not so much more character. 


  Now, yes, he is still a comedic relief. But so are ALL of the characters! There’s not one single character that you DON’T laugh at! But LaFou is silly and goofy, but he is also a very great character in this movie! There is STRUGGLE for this boy. He is devoted to Gaston, and it is also implied that Gaston has indulged LaFou. 

    In the song Gaston, the phrase “no one bites like Gaston”, LaFou LIFTS HIS FUCKING SHIRT, AND THERE IS A BITE MARK. AND, ALSO IN THIS ONE, THEY ADDED, “then I shoot from behind” “is that fair?” “i don’t care”. And, admittedly, it is in reference to Gaston’s HUNTING, but anyone can argue that Gaston sees women as his prey. As animals to hunt and take as his prize. And if he does indulge LaFou, then wouldn’t that just make it not ONLY women, but also men? And if you care about someone, and they actually sleep with you, (for most) people often grow attached! Can you blame LaFou? 

   And I’ve seen more people be like ‘it’s not giving a good rep for the LGBT community because LaFou actually means the fool in French’ and you are CORRECT! But, I think they made it to where LaFou is the fool for defending Gaston! For being on his side when you can see that LaFou is always questioning if what Gaston is doing is right, but he STILL quietens down and stays on Gaston’s side. He is a fool. But not a stupid fool. He is a fool who is letting his feelings for a terrible man get in the way. 

    I hate that nobody had even seen the movie and they were quick to judge a really good gay character just because of how the old LaFou is. It is a remake. And they changed a lot and they were all great changes! So please, please, PLEASE, stop screaming at Disney for finally including a canonlly gay character (and he is very obviously gay there is not a damn denial) that they actually did really good on writing and Josh Gad did wonderful in portraying. Watch the movie and find out for yourself. But I want to see more positive remarks on this, so HOPEFULLY, Disney will see the good praise and include more. I WANT MORE BLATANT LGBTQ+ CHARACTERS IN DISNEY. But I doubt they will if backlash happens before a movie is even seen. 

I just remember how fond I was of Ponyo’s Dad, Fujimoto, from the Ponyo movie. I mean yeah he was the ‘antagonist’ of sorts, but he’s this doofy once human, now wizard who lives in the ocean with his many fish daughters and loves a giant sea goddess. Not to mention he looks like a sleep deprived mess of a wizard (My favorite kind) And just decided one day to 'fuck the land, I’m gonna go live in the sea. Just fuck land. Fucket.’ Not to mention his stupid crazy ginger hair all over the place and the thing with wearing pinstripe suits in terrible colors, I just love him so much, permit to get passionate for a brief moment:


Imagine him getting mad at sailors who say 'Ahh….the sea is a harsh cruel mistress, but she’s my mistress…’

'Uh excuse you-The Sea is my WIFE and I will THANK YOU not to TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT’



'Babe, we’ve got dozens of fish daughters, what about them?’





'Your husband is a mess.’

'yeah but he’s my mess. and I love my hot mess. Looket him doing sciencey things with the fish.’

*Fujimoto falling off a boat screaming*



Imagine him visiting begrudgingly for Ponyo’s birthdays. He just sits grumpily in a kiddy pool. Grown ass man. Sitting in a kiddy pool. In a suit and tie.


Granmamare just petting him like a cat.

'this is my husband. He is smoll and floofy. I must take good care of him. Sometimes he forgets to eat stuff and to sleep. He floofy and fragile and sometimes he stands on rocks and yells at seagulls to stop pooping in the sea. I love him.’


'Why did you decided to live in the Ocean, Fujimoto? I meant besides the fact to be closer to your giant sea wife.’

'I can avoid taxes easier this way.’ (I now believe that all the Ghilbi Wizards are notorious Tax Dodgers, please see Howl’s Moving Castle, he literally lives in 3 diffrent towns at the same time)


'Humans are disgusting’

'Fujimoto, you were human once.’

'I know, and It was gross, I hated it.’


'How many daughters do you have’


’….Is that a bad thi-’

'Shut up, I love it, don’t talk to me or my 1,290 daughters ever again

You’re It (Chapter Three)

Pairing: Peter Parker/Reader

Synopsis: After you and Peter start dating, you decide it’s time to break the news to Aunt May.

Word Count: 1,686

Tags: @thisisthelilith, @team-fiction, @flossorz, @booksyoutubelife, @143amberrose @avengers-earths-mightiest-heroes

Chapter One, Chapter Two

A/N: I feel like I haven’t posted anything in ten years, but anyways, here’s my next chapter for “You’re It!” This year has been rough but now that it’s summer I’m hoping I’ll have more time and motivation to finish all the writing I’ve been struggling to complete. I hope everyone enjoys (if anyone is even still interested in this fanfiction, that is)!

You and Peter had been dating for about a month now, but it hadn’t taken more than a week for you two to grow familiar with each other again. Easing into your relationship was like putting on your oldest, warmest, most favorite sweater that had been hiding in the back of your closet for far too long. But in spite of this, he was still shy about showing affection. He was always afraid that you didn’t really want him to touch you, so he just kind of let his hand hover at his side to let you know that he wanted you to hold it. You were always more than happy to do so. He walked you home from school every single day since the time you two shared your first kiss. You both lived pretty far apart, but he didn’t mind dropping you off at your house before taking the subway home. You insisted multiple times that this was unethical, but he just ignored you and continued to do it anyways. Usually he rambled happily about school or whatever superhero antics he had gotten into recently, but today he was unusually silent.

“What are you thinking about, Pete? You’re being uncharacteristically quiet today.”

“Nothing…just, something May and I were talking about yesterday.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, letting you know that he was uneasy about something.

“Was it about me?”

“Yeah. Nothing bad! It’s just that I, uh, told her that you and I reconnected.”

“And by ‘reconnected’ you mean…?”

“I told her we were just friends.”

You stopped walking and stood in front of him with a sour look on your face.

“I’m really sorry. You don’t get how she can be sometimes. I just didn’t want her to make a big deal out of it.”

“Are you afraid she won’t like us together or something? Does she not like me?”

“No! She just…she’s been kind of crazy lately with me being happy and social and I didn’t want her to obsess over it.”

You rolled your eyes and started to walk away from him.

“Okay, I get it. I’m a huge idiot. I’m sorry. Y/N, I’m sorry!”

He grabbed your arm gently and you spun around. You glared up at him, but he pulled you closer to him and smirked. You melted immediately. Damn that adorable crooked smile.

“You are an idiot. Promise me you’ll tell her?”

“That’s the thing. She asked me to invite you to dinner at our apartment on Friday. Maybe we could tell her then? Together?”

You instantly felt the churning feeling of anxiety in your stomach when he said this.

“I don’t know, Pete…”

“Come on. Please don’t make me do it alone. Please?” He said, flashing a cheesy smile at you.

You rolled your eyes.

“Damn you and your cute face, Peter Parker.”

You let your finger hover over the buzzer to Peter’s apartment. Why did he make you come here by yourself? You could practically feel the sweat soaking through your clothes. All you wanted was for May to like you as much as she had when you were young, but you had changed so much. You took a deep breath and pushed the button. You heard a buzz and Peter’s voice come through the speaker almost instantly.

“Come on up, Y/N!”

When you reached his door, you raised your hand to knock, but jumped back in shock as Peter opened the door before you could. He shut the door behind him and pulled you into his arms.

“What are you-” you started to ask before he cut you off with a kiss.

“I just wanted to do that before we went inside. Oh, by the way, how do you feel about spaghetti?”

Oh shit,’ you thought. You loved spaghetti, but you didn’t know how to eat it without looking like a pig. Getting those long noodles on your fork and into your mouth without making a mess was something you had yet to master. Not the best food for a good first impression.

“Yeah,” you swallowed nervously. “Spaghetti sounds fantastic.”

You smiled and squeezed his hand, then followed him into the apartment.

 May was in the kitchen cooking when you walked in. She immediately dropped what she was doing and rushed to hug you.

“Y/N! Look at you! You’re all grown up. It’s so good to see you again after all of this time.”

You were surprised as she wrapped her arms around you in a gigantic bear hug, but relieved that she was still as warm and kind as she had been when you were a child. You couldn’t believe that you expected anything besides complete and genuine kindness from her.

“It’s good to see you, too! Thank you so much for inviting me here.”

“Of course! When I heard that you and Peter had reconnected I was so happy. You know, he hasn’t had many friends as of late…”

“Okay, Aunt May. Thank you,” Peter interrupted with a red face.

“I’m sorry. I’m just trying to say I’m happy that you have Y/N in your life.”

You looked at Peter and smiled, his blush increasing.

“Anyways, dinner will be ready in a half hour,” May said as she rushed back to the stove to stir the sauce she was preparing.

“If you want some help I would be happy to do something,” you offered.

“Wow, thank you, Y/N,” May said with a huge smile on her face. “I like her,” she mouthed to Peter, making sure that you could see it, too.

 You and Peter both worked together, chopping vegetables and pushing them into the sauce pan. Peter did a horrible job. The pieces he cut were way too huge and you had to fix them for him, trying to show him how you did it. One thing was for certain: Peter would never be a chef.

“You should probably just stick to saving New York City,” you whispered to him when May left the kitchen to search for ingredients.

He laughed and gave you a little shove with his elbow. When you were done chopping the vegetables, May insisted that you two go have fun, but not too much fun. Peter rolled his eyes and guided you out of the kitchen and into the living room.

“So, uh, want to watch a movie? We can finish it after dinner. You can pick.”

You grinned and walked over to the shelf to pick a movie. His collection almost brought tears to your eyes. He had every classic you could think of. It took you a while, but you finally chose Star Wars. You held it up to him and he smirked at you.

“My favorite.”

You sat beside each other for the next fifteen minutes until dinner was ready. You should have been watching the movie, but you couldn’t stop watching Peter. It was adorable how into it he was. He groaned when May called you from the kitchen, not wanting to pause the movie. You both helped May set the table, then sat down to eat. You were beyond glad that Peter was there with you because his terrible table manners made you look good. He kept making loud slurping noises and getting pasta sauce all over his face. May must have kicked him under the table to get him to behave because he suddenly sat up straight and stared at her with a wild look of panic and confusion. You had to fight very hard to keep a straight face. After the meal was done, you and Peter shared a look with each other, both understanding that it was time to break the news to May.

“That was really great, May. Thank you again for having me over.”

“You’re welcome anytime, Y/N. I’m glad you could make it.”

You looked back at Peter, then at May, then him again. You were trying to tell him that you wanted him to be the one to break the news.

“So, um, May? There’s something I wanted to talk to you about. Well, actually, something Y/N and I wanted to talk to you about.”

“And what might that be?” May said, crossing her arms on the table.

“Well, uhm…actually, Y/N and I aren’t just friends. We’ve been dating for a while now. A month, to be exact.”

You held your breath, bracing yourself for her reaction.

All she did was snort and break out in laughter.

“Oh, thank god. I was afraid Y/N was pregnant or you eloped or something. Peter, honey, I know. I’m not stupid.”

Peter looked dumbfounded.

“But…I told you we were just friends.”

“You’re a horrible liar, Peter. I can always see right through you.”

You let out a sigh and started giggling. She was right, he was a terrible liar.

“Anyways, I’m very happy for you two. I always knew you guys would end up together.”

You and Peter made eye contact across the table, sharing a smile and a tomato red face.

After dinner, you two tried to finish watching Star Wars, but you fell asleep against Peter’s shoulder. He was so invested in the movie that he hadn’t noticed. He turned to you to comment on something happening on screen, but when he heard no reply, he looked down and saw you with your mouth wide open, drooling on his shirt. He covered his mouth to suppress a laugh, trying his best not to wake you. He let you sleep through the rest of the movie, though it was painful for him knowing that you were missing the best parts. When it was over, he nudged you gently with his finger.

“Y/N? Pst, Y/N,” He whispered.

You stirred and opened one eye, letting out an exaggerated groan.

“What do you want, Parker?”

He smiled down at your half-asleep face and poked you one more time.

“Tag, you’re it.”

You smiled sleepily and burrowed your face into his chest. You knew it was late and it was time for you to go home, but you wanted to make this moment last a little bit longer.

Avengers Chatroom: Dance Off, Bro

Requested By Anon

Pairings: Bucky x f!Reader

Scenario: The team tries to get reader and Bucky together, also bucky is a damsel in distress once again.

Nat has created a chatroom.

Nat has invited Steve, Clint, Vision, Sam.

Nat: So what’s the plan?

Vision: A plan for what?

Nat: To get Y/N and Barnes together.

Sam: We are doing what now?

Nat: They make such a cute couple and have been single for a while now. It’s only logical they start dating.

Clint: I’m in.

Steve: How are we going to do this?

Nat: I don’t know.

Sam: Do I have to help?

Steve: Yes. Deny it all you want but we all know you consider Bucky a close friend.

Sam: Don’t you ever tell him that.

Vision: May I suggest sending them on a blind date with each other?

Clint: I don’t think Y/N will agree to go on that.

Nat: Neither will Bucky.

Steve: I can’t believe this, but we need to ask Tony.

Vision has added Tony.

Tony: Are you five conspiring against me?

Tony: Ooooh, setting up the grandpa with Y/N?

Vision: Do you have any ideas on how to accomplish this?

Tony: We send them on a mission. Just the two of them. It’ll be like an action romance movie. One of them will have to be injured. I can arrange the last part.

Nat: No. Not happening!

Steve: You are terrible at this. Why did I think you’d be able to help?

Vision: Wanda suggests just asking them how they feel about each other and if the feeling is mutual, they should let each other know.

Clint: That is so stupid. Do people actually do that?

Sam: Yes.

Clint: Oh.

Tony: How did you even manage to get married?

Thor has joined the chat.

Thor: Greetings.

Thor: May I suggest a grand ball, with flowers and wine. No, a masked ball! We get them to dance with each other and then when the night is darkest, we separate them. It will be like that movie I saw with Y/N and Vision last week. I don’t recall the name.

Vision: Cinderella, I believe.

Tony: Terrible idea.

Steve: Better than yours.

Clint: Why wasn’t I invited?

Vision: It is part of our indoctrination.

Thor: I am enjoying it immensely.

Bruce has joined the chat.

Bruce: I have the answer: Pheromone Potion #6.

Bruce has left the chat.

Sam: … I accept.

Nat: No! You’ll just make sure Bucky gets attracted to the couch or Steve.

Vision: It would wear off eventually. We require a long term solution.

Thor: A love spell, then?

Clint: How about no.

Tony: Y/N and Bucky want to know why they can’t join the chat. I’m going to let them join so they don’t become suspicious.

Nat: They’ll see what we’re talking about!

Tony: I tinkered with their phones. They won’t be able to see the chat history.

Tony has added Y/N, Bucky.

Bucky: What are you hiding from us?

Y/N: Why can’t I see the chat history?

Tony: Nothing. It must be a glitch.

Y/N: Riiiiight.

Peter has joined the chat.

Peter has joined the chat.

Peter has joined the chat.

Y/N: Tony I think you’re right. My phone is messing up.

Bucky: Three Peter’s?

Y/N: Which is our Peter?

Peter: Me!

Peter: No, I’m the real Peter!

Peter: Imposters!

Steve: How do we tell them apart?

Bucky: Yesterday at 8pm. You walked in on Y/N and I. What were we doing?

Peter: Talking.

Peter: Dancing.

Peter: Making out.

Y/N: It’s the last one.

Y/N has changed Peter to: Spidey.

Nat: Wait you two were doing what?!

Tony: Seriously! All our planning was for nothing!

Y/N: What?

Vision: We were trying to get you and Bucky together. Seems like you do not require our assistance.

Y/N: I thought you all knew!

Bucky: Yeah, we haven’t been secretive about it.

Steve: You showed no signs of dating!

Y/N: You walked in on us kissing after the Cuba mission.

Steve: I thought he was giving you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!

Bucky: Are… you… serious?

Steve: Y/N was injured and she passed out on the jet! So I went to get the medic when we landed! I just assumed…

Y/N: This isn’t surprising, considering you call sex fondue.

Steve: I don’t!

Clint: Way to go, Steve.

Sam: We need a new Captain.

Tony: Peter get his shield.

Peter: On it.

Peter: Okay.

Spidey: He means me!


Tony: No! Give ME the Shield!

Nat: Don’t.

Y/N: Are we really forgetting that we have spare Peter’s? We need to find out who they really are.

Peter: My name is Peter, I’m not lying about that.

Peter: Same here!

Pietro has joined the chat.

Pietro: HE’S BACK!

Clint: Who?

Pietro: My imposter!

Peter: Hi :)

Y/N has changed Peter to: The Cuter Quicksilver.

Bucky has changed The Cuter Quicksilver to: The Average Quicksilver.

Y/N: Jealous, are we?

Pietro: Unbelievable!

Pietro has left the chat.

Sam has changed The Average Quicksilver to: Peter M.

Thor: So who is the last Peter?

Peter: I’m Peter Quill, but you can call me Star-Lord. Savior of our Galaxy, winner of dance battles.

Peter has changed Peter to: Star-Lord.

Thor: What is it that you want?

Star-Lord: You guys should totally listen to my mix-tape.

Peter M: I will listen to it.

Thor: I will not ask again, what is it that you want?

Star-Lord: Dance off, bro? Loosen up.

Thor: Do I seem to be in a dancing mood?

Clint: We’ve never heard of you before.

Star-Lord: So I’m here for - wait. Never? Really?

Rocket Raccoon has joined the chat.

Rocket Raccoon: What’s taking so long, Quill?


Spidey: This is so cute!

Sam: This is too much for me.

Sam has left the chat.

Rocket Raccoon: Shut up! I’m not cute!

Bucky: What’s happening now? I have no idea.

Rocket Raccoon: This is him?

Star-Lord: Yup.

Tony: How can a Raccoon even type?

Rocket Raccoon: Bucky, is it?

Bucky: Yeah?

Rocket Raccoon: I’m going to need your arm.

Bucky: What?

Bucky has been disconnected.

Rocket Raccoon has left the chat.

Y/N: Was my boyfriend just abducted by a raccoon?

Y/N: I should not be laughing but I am.

Star-Lord: Don’t worry, we won’t hurt him! Just need his arm!

Star-Lord has left the chat.

Peter M: You guys experience really weird stuff. This is coming from a guy whose dad almost destroyed the earth, and I had to witness Scott flirting. I should hang out here more often.

Y/N: Overpowered BY A RACCOON!

Steve: We should go save him! Not laugh!

Y/N: Okay but Steve. Listen. Just listen. A small, adorable raccoon has managed to kidnap a fierce and infamous assassin.

Thor: This is very humorous.

Vision: I assume this is our first space mission?

Y/N: I’m so excited!

Nat: We should start listing off the times he’s needed rescuing.

Nat has left the chat.

Y/N: Far too many times.

Y/N has left the chat.

Spidey: Sweet!

Spidey has left the chat.

Steve: Everyone suit up.

Steve has left the chat.

Peter M: Can I come?

Clint: Sure, at least you can dodge bullets.

Clint has left the chat.

Peter M has left the chat.

Vision: I must show Pietro that.


Vision: Are you not curious about his reaction?

Tony: Okay do it.

Vision has left the chat.

Tony has left the chat.

Groot has joined the chat.

Groot: I am Groot.

Thor: I am Thor, Son Of Odin.

Groot: I am Groot.

Thor: And I am Thor.

Groot: I am Groot.

Thor: I am Thor.

Groot: I am Groot.

Thor: I’m Thor…

Groot: I am Groot.


Thor: … As my brother says,

Thor: “k”

Thor has left the chat.

Groot has left the chat.

justanotherfabulousfanatic  asked:

Fun idea: For Halloween, Steve goes as Johnny Depp's character in Nightmare on Elm Street (specifically the outfit with the cropped sweatshirt). Nancy and Jonathan can't keep their eyes (or hands) off of him.

OHHHH BOY i love this wow like can you just imagine… I feel like Nancy would go as, well, Nancy?  (Also like im 90% confident that Steve and Nancy were based off of Glen and Nancy soo it makes sense) and they definitely try to convince Jonathan to go as Freddy Kruger, but Jonathan is a terrible sport and was like no way in hell so he probably like went as a ghost or a pumpkin or something stupid.  But Nancy and Jonathan weren’t prepared for how damn good Steve would look in a crop top and he 100% takes advantage of that the rest of the night.  He definitely keeps the shirt.

(for anyone who hasn’t seen this movie or can’t recall this iconic look, this is the outfit in question:)

The best parts of Where We Are audiobook

Niall’s sounds the most scripted like he actually took time to think about these questions, and write down his responses.

He has one of the best vocabularies in the band.

“Didn’t get to finish school or do his exams.”

The fact that there was one suitcase in Niall’s house that they actually referred to as “the little suitcase.”

Laughing when he said, “Obviously we’ve managed to last more than six months.”

“Slugged it out in the back of a Mercedes van?” Slugged it out? In a Mercedes Niall, really?

“The band’s horizon’s seemed to be getting bigger and bigger every day.”

About the fans: “The fans are out of this world helping us.” He loves us.

Talking about when he got kicked out of a cab when they heard they got number one. “Me and my friend were just punching the head off each other and having a laugh.”


“I don’t really get homesick where as some of the lads would, but it’s not going to last forever so might as well enjoy it as much as I can now.”

About the trip to Ghana. “People out there are incredible, their spirits are mindboggling. You can only try your best for them when you admire them so much.” He was great talking about this.

He has the best perspective about the trip out of all the boys. When he’s talking about the water and how he’s got a fridge at home full of it and taps, but they don’t have a bit of it. You can tell that he appreciated and really felt what the trip was supposed to be about.

“For a man who loves his sleep that can only be good to be fair. I do waste a lot of my life sleeping.”

“YOU EITHER WANT TO BE PAPPED OR YOU DON’T.” He didn’t scream that, I just thought all caps were important there.

“do the job so home then mostly sit in my house. I don’t go on many holidays. I prefer to sit in my house mostly.”

“London Premiere best day he’s had in his career to date.” Then he goes on to name 800 other things that he liked too, “but the film premiere is 100% right up there. It was a huge moment for us…..”

“Them two idiots up the back.” Him and Louis at the Premiere/

“In typical One Direction style we were terrible at it.”

Success of Midnight Memories “We were just delighted.” I love how he says delighted.

“He brought me down to Chelsea and I became part of the furniture down there.” About his rehab after his knee surgery.

“We were confident of One Direction, and we work hard to make the band succeed.”

“Trepidation.” Great Word.

“Typical mad One Direction Style.”

“Croke Park was a special one.”

Best Ending: “but you know what? I’m still mad about being in this band.”



“I’d come home completely covered in mud after playing football, eventually I had a pair of trousers for every single day of the week cause it was impossible for my mom to keep up with the washing.”

“Sitting in half my classes covered in mud.”

“My dad was amazing. He was my driving force to get out there and perform to people.”

“Maybe he wasn’t that crazy after all, maybe he can just see the future.”

“You know about all the dreadful disappointment about being rejected them like the overwhelming excitement of being put into a band with these other four lads, but to this day the moment they revealed they were putting us into One Direction is still the most amazing memory it’s still hard to believe.” They always talked about this, but never described like that.

“It’s hard to think we were thrown into the deep end so quick.”

“Our guardian angel was our fans.” Liam loves us too. Bless his little heart.

“an army of fans out there promoting and championing our band which you know you really can’t buy. So brilliant.” Keep the compliments coming.

“I feel like we haven’t really celebrated that.” Talking about the first album tour.

“You have to respect the idea that you just can’t walk out on to an arena stage.”

“Proper New York cold.”

How he says Lady Gaga and crazy in this sentence here “I think we set a new record beating Lady Gaga which was craazzyy.” It was funny.

“I remember staying up til stupid o’clock in the morning signing 500 CDS.”

The school trip story to the O2 a.k.a the Millennium Dome: “but I was just a dippy kid back then so my parents thought Ruth (his sister) would remember and appreciate the day more than me cause I’d been just bouncing off the walls and doing stupid stuff. So I did a little chuckle to myself when I got there ass I actually got to the millennium dome for free.” 

“This job can make you very self centered if you’re not careful.”

“and I was absolutely terrible at listening which I always have been.”

Class of 92 movie premiere: “He (David Beckham) like clocked me from across the room and you know when lads give each other the nod? Well, like I kind of gave him the nod cause he was saying like wazup (yes, wazup, that is not a typo), and he gave me the nod back, and then to my like shock he came over and said like hey how’s it going you alright Liam and shook my hand, and I was like this is mad like David Beckham just gave me the manly nod from the other side of the room and that’s like the sickest thing like….”


And no, I didn’t make that story up, oh, though I wish I had.


“I think I’ve always had persistence which I suppose I probably got from my mom, uh, she always encouraged me to do what I wanted to do and always just told me to give it my best and that’s what I try to do.”

“My mom’s pretty much the first person I go to for advice. You know I have a great relationship with my mom.” The first few minutes are devoted to talking about his momma, and I love that.

“We can travel the world which I don’t think, well, I know I wouldn’t have even been to America nevermind all the amazing places we’ve been at this age.”

“Doncaster is great, but you know I kind of wanted to see the world.”

“Even when we try our hardest to be sensible and mature we don’t do a very good job.”

Proof that Louis has seen This is Us, at least more than a couple of times. “You get taken away and bang you’re in this lifestyle and it is very alien.” Paul said nearly this same thing in the movie.

He loses his train of thought for a second when he’s talking about where he’s from. “ not many people from Donny record many albums, but anyway.” He says that ending very fast.

“There were often times I stand there and wonder how much the comments were relevant to me because my contributions to the band in my opinion at that time were so small.” Poor babe, but look at ya now.

“Delighted to be in the band.” Do they all say this word so wonderfully?

“It’s only been about since Midnight Memories that album that I’ve really felt comfortable with my voice.”

About the fans: “Little superfans trying to spread the word throughout the world.” More proof that Louis literally watches This Is Us every night before he goes to bed. Simon says this near the beginning of the movie, talking about the superfans.

The mattress story: “You wouldn’t get that now (the hesitation) they’d be straight down.”

“Four countries in four days.” Did he mean states?”

About a fan encounter after coming back from a tour. “It all got a bit aggressive I think I got me hoodie ripped off from me and I remember they dragged us into this tiny office with some police officers and the fans were outside surrounding it just banging on the walls. Yeah, it was intense. It definitely made us think there is some proper support there.”

About his man crush on David Beckham: “I’ve always idolized David Beckham. I just think he’s the coolest guy ever. Two or three of the lads me him before ME ( His tone is all like, How dare they?), and they had pictures with him right and I just saw these pictures on twitter and I was like what’s going on here I’d love to have met David, Becks, but anyway I did get to meet him in the end. I went to the Class of 92 premiere and uh, I’m just rubbish. I was trying to be cool, but you just can’t. I mean what do you say that is remotely impressive to David Beckham.”

He uses we a lot, not really I. It’s we did this, or we wanted that. That’s very interesting.

About Midnight Memories: “That we had a real, that we felt like we had a proper creative input on, not just a little bit, but we felt that we had a say over the whole thing.”

“it’s incredibly rewarding to be able to make music.”

“We’re very lucky that we have great fans that I feel like if we messed up on stage I wouldn’t really feel that embarrassed because I feel like they’re so behind you anyway that it’s cool and they kind of put you at ease too which is a nice feeling which is why it almost encourages us to mess about and be a little off the cuff on stage because they made it easy for us in that way.”

“I just feel like a Donny lad that got lucky.”

“Maybe when were older and wiser we might be able to put some perspective on it, but….it’s cool.


“My own personality, individually….”

About playing characters/ acting: “When you’re in a band and you’re just portraying who you are as maybe as you know as a musical artist if you’re just trying to sing and be able the music then you’re just being yourself and I think behind that is, is probably the coolest thing to do, but at the same time it also adds pressure because that’s just you and that’s just who you are.”

Even to the sense that like when I was twelve or thirteen, I kind of still thought there’d be a chance I’d get super powers and be a superhero. So, I was definitely a dreamer. It took me a bit longer to grow out of that.” He shouldn’t have. I liked this version of Zayn better to be honest.

Reiterating: “Yeah, I was definitely a dreamer.”

The story we’ve heard 8,000 times about how Louis told him about the plane doing the loopdy loop the first time he was ever on a plane. Like you can just see Louis, stoic face, calm, just flat out lying to Zayn just to mess with him.

While on the X-Factor: “And we were in this little box room with bunk beds and a single bed.” Okay, so, who demanded the single bed?

Also the X-Factor: “And just seeing other people’s behavior, and you know how they would act and how they would do something or whatever and we were like maybe necessarily we don’t want to do it that way maybe we want to be a bit cooler about that you know we don’t want to wear our sunglasses inside and be weird.”

Liam mentioned some cattiness from the other contestants during his bit, I wonder how much of that they faced directly.

“Instead of being something else we were just interested in each other, and looking after each other, and being a band and being what we were about.”

About people recognizing them from the X-Factor: “one of the biggest shows…in the U.K. at that point.” Shady….or no?

“Somebody else…” “a different band” I’m pretty sure he’s the only one who didn’t name Big Time Rush directly.

About the blonde streak: “I forgot that I had the Olympics the next day?” Really???? Side eyes him suspiciously.

Good phrase: “You’ve made more of a noise.” I liked that.

“Sometimes I look to solo artists and feel a bit sorry for them.” Huh?


“I think I had a nice upbringing. My family was really nice to me.” Then he laughs because was that too sarcastic or not? Laugh, Harry, laugh so they know you were just joking.

“I grew up thinking everyone’s equal, everyone’s the same.”

When he looks at stuff from the X-Factor: “I look like I’m about twelve, and uh, I think it’s amazing to try to comprehend the fact that I was a kid.” – I read that way too heartbreakingly than I’m sure he meant it.

“Walking into a record label I always felt like I was walking onto a different planet.”

Describing the record studio: “There was like marble everywhere and it was all like shiney.”

About being excited about releasing the first album, the first songs after all the support the fans had given them before there was even an album. “It was time for us to give them something back.”

“I think we were just praying that people liked it because if they didn’t they’d be like uh, oh okay, maybe not I’ll go home.”

“The album had just gone number two,” mumbles…”thanks, Rhianna.” This kid is such a dork.

Then he talks about his hard on for sunshine, and all things being outside for at least five minutes.

Example: “Even if your car breaks down you’re just chilling in the sun for a bit. It’s actually not that bad.”

When they talk about coming back to the U.K. after that first major tour and getting chased by all those girls they all sound so excited, like of I got me hoodie ripped off and Liam lost a shoe and girls were banging on the walls and police had to escort us out, but It was totally great, would recommend 10 out of 10… except for Niall, I’m pretty sure the poor kid was traumatized…. That, or they are still in that I don’t want to offend anyone area.

Example: “We ended up going out in like a riot van which was probably a little over the top, but uh,…. It was fun.”

How he says, “Shopping mall.”

About all the promo and etc. “It was important for us to like justify why the album was number one.”

“Standing on the stage used to make me really nervous.” But look at you now….

About the second album: “I think you just want to people to hear it, and think it’s wicked.”

About putting out new material: “I think first of all you want people to not hate it then if people don’t’ hate it you want them to like it and if people like it you’re like uh,…..”

His thoughts on getting number one: “Then I was like sick, then it hit me.”

“My job, if you can call it a job.”

The trip to Ghana. He talks about it so well. “That it is different when you see it on TV than when you witness it in real life. The thing that triggers a different emotion is like all your senses are taken over by what’s going on, the smell, the smoke, the heat….”

“I think a big difference is made up of a bunch of little differences.”

“I think gossip is natural.” That would explain his sort of distance that he puts between him and any sort of news that goes out about him. It’s because he knows that its constantly in flux, and anything he says will only be magnified, and that it will make it stay around longer if he does. There just hasn’t been anything out that he really feels like he needs to comment on, but I think he would if he felt it was necessary.

“It’s important to remember that the job and the lifestyle aren’t normal.”

“It’s always going to be us the people who went through it.”

The terrible plan

>> At first, i’m brazilian so my english is not perfect, i did this tumblr so i could start writing in english, if something i wrote is not correct or if i could use another word etc, i will be very glad if you help me by sending a message, hope you enjoy it, thanks!! xxlaura


Liam Dunbar imagine: The terrible plan

“I went to see her… Yesterday” Lydia admitted, they all stopped and looked at her. She smiled, trying to apologize for breaking the rules. Stiles got up and went towards her.

“Lydia, we talked about it. No one goes in there alone” Stiles said, she nodded off, knowing that she did the wrong thing. But it was for a great cause.

“Okay I broke the rule, I’m a terrible person… So I assume none of you want to know how was my experience” They stopped to think, of course they wanted to know. Silence. “Okay, we need to get her out of there”

“What happened? How is she?” Liam asked, his eyes were big, curious, afraid. “I knew we had to get her out, I said it like a million times!”

“And we are! We just need some time to make a plan, and we go” Scott said one more time, it was the same discussion every single day.

“We have plenty of time! Why don’t we sit down, make a plan and save her!?” Liam couldn’t understand that whole mess, he was pissed.

“It’s not that simple!…” Scott tried to explain, but Liam didn’t let him.

“Yes, it is that simple! It looks like you don’t want to save your own sister!” He yelled making everyone stop, Scott was getting mad, so mad his eyes turned red, Stiles got in the middle of them. Nobody moved.

“Okay… Let’s talk about something else… Like… Han…” He looked at Lydia trying to get some help.

“Yes…” She couldn’t think of anything. “Okay, I forgot to call Malia, she… Bye” Lydia ran away, leaving Stiles to deal with the big ones.

“Guys, let this go okay? We’ll make a plan, everything will be alright… Scott, give me back your lovely brown eyes, please?” He asked gently, Scott shook his head, calming down, Liam did the same.  “There you go… See? We don’t need to solve all of our problems aggressively”

“I… I didn’t mean that I…” Liam tried to apologize. “I’m sorry Scott, I really didn’t mean that, it just came out”

“We know that, right?” Stiles said and looked at Scott, waiting for him to agree, but he didn’t. “We know that”

“Turns out Malia was busy” Lydia came back, holding her cellphone with both hands. “Stiles… Come here” She whispered to him. He went towards slowly, being very carefully not to piss anyone off. “We need to get her out of there, I’m serious”

“And what do we do?” He asked.

“We go there and get her out” Lydia answered.

“No, I’m going as well” Liam said in a hurry, they were obviously listening to them.

“We are all going” Scott said. “Lydia, tell us everything”

“She is… Well…” Lydia took a deep breath “She doesn’t remember us… Anything,  I showed her a picture… She is confused, I don’t know what they did to her but it’s bad, and we need to get her out of there as soon as possible”


Liam was afraid, not afraid of the thousand things that could go wrong, not afraid of getting killed, but afraid of looking at her, at her lovely eyes, and feel them empty, without life. He was afraid of hearing her say “Who are you?”

They were almost there, nobody said anything the whole way through. Malia couldn’t stop shaking her leg, it was making Liam more nervous than he already was.

“Can you stop?” He asked.

“Oh, sorry” She stopped and started again in seconds. “Are we getting close?”

“We’re almost there” Stiles was driving, he turned left and there it was.

The Eichen House.

“So, everyone remembers the plan, right? Stick to the plan… Okay Liam?” Stiles said, he liked to improvise sometimes, Liam nodded in respond.

The car stopped in front of the house, all of them got out, that place looked creepiest than the last time they were there, Stiles didn’t like to remember, he shook his head trying to let that feeling go. Scott opened the gate and got in, it was a dark night, the full moon was shining in the sky.

They didn’t get in by the front door, Liam, Stiles and Lydia took the left, turning all the way around the house, Malia and Scott went the other way. There was a secret passage, Stiles and Scott discovered it together the year before.  

Liam, Scott and Malia got in while Stiles and Lydia where preparing to turn the lights off if anything went wrong.

Scott couldn’t stop thinking about Liam’s phrase: “you don’t want to save your own sister!” he just kept replaying it in his head, he felt like a monster, he was afraid of getting her out of there, fearing that she would be in more danger out of Eichen than inside it.

“How do we open this gate?… Scott?” Malia asked, getting Scott back from his delusions.

“That wasn’t here before…” He got closer, the gate looked more like bars, there wasn’t a way to open it… If they weren’t supernatural.

“Let’s break it?” Liam asked. Scott nodded and they started to pull that thing off their way.

And they got in.

It was a dark, small tunnel, filthy, and smelled terrible. They walked for some minutes to get to the door, they opened it, carefully, slowly. There was no one in the hallway, but they could hear close footsteps.

“We have to get to the stairs but I think there are some people there”

“Yeah, I can hear them as well” Liam agreed with Malia. They stayed in the tunnel until they felt save to go through the plan without having to take anyone down.

Liam’s hands were trembling, he was sweating, Scott and Malia could hear his heart beating fast, he was nervous, and more than that, he was afraid.

Malia and Liam followed Scott to the next floor, the first one, there was one more to go. Lydia said she was on the second floor, room number 101, all they had to do was get the pass card. All they had to do was take one of them down. And that’s what they did, the most silently they could.

“Okay… Room 101” Scott murmured, looking at the numbers above the doors. They found it quickly, which was good, they had to move fast. “She’s sleeping” He commented.

Scott took a deep breath and opened the door. She didn’t move. She didn’t even heard him entering the room. He sat in her bad and waited for her to wake up, but she didn’t.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” He touched her and she got up, scared.

She looked into his eyes, her heart started to beat fast.

“Hey” He smiled, her heart calmed down. “It’s okay. I’m here to get you out of here”

“No” She said “ Scott I can’t go”

“What? You remember me?” He asked, confused.

“Of course I do, I asked Lydia to make that up so you could come… I found out about what we were looking for, I know what we have to do”

“Scott… Let’s go” Malia said, hurrying them up.

“No, you are coming” He said, categorical. “C’mon” Scott got up.

“I can’t go” She whispered, nobody could hear them.

“Scott, we have to go, right now” Malia said again, Scott looked at her, not knowing what to do.

“Y/N…” Liam entered the room, she hadn’t saw him until then. “I’m not leaving without you… We are not leaving without you” She smiled.

“I’m sorry but…” He didn’t let her finish.

“I mean it, if you stay, I’ll stay, I’ll not leave without you so please, let’s go, you don’t have to stay here”

“Guys…” Malia said from the door. “Or we go right now and run as hell, or we fight, and I’m not on the mood for the second option”

“Okay, let’s get the hell out of here” She said and got up.


“My plan didn’t work the way it was supposed to… It would never work actually, you wouldn’t just leave me there” She said, they were in the sofa, watching some boring movie.

“Neither me, nor Scott, nor anyone else” He made she smile, he loved her smile.

“Stupid plan… Which is weird because my plans are always good… I was trained by Stiles so… He must be ashamed” Liam laughed, she loved his laugh.

“Don’t worry, what’s important is that you are okay, that we are all okay”

“You are not mad?” She asked, worried.

“Well… I got mad for a second, but I can’t be mad at you, you were just trying to help… With a terrible plan but yes, just trying to help” She laughed, he loved her laugh.

“I’m always trying to help those that I love”

“And that’s why I love you” He smiled, she loved his smile.

Hockey Camp - Auston Matthews (Part 7)

Auston Matthews x Reader

Word Count: 2671

Warnings: Some profanity, what else is new

A/N: This is the longest chapter I’ve written yet, but many important things happen, so stick around! Also, just wanted thank you for your enthusiasm for this story, and for all the likes, reblogs, and lovely messages you send my way :) it really helps me stay motivated to keep writing!

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It’s been about a week since it happened. Or, nine days, seven hours, and forty-six minutes to be exact. Not like you’re counting or anything.

You’re sitting on the edge of your bed in the cabin, watching Steph apply makeup. It’s Friday, and there’s some social event, movie night-type thing going on in less than an hour with everyone at the camp. It’s optional, however, so you’re definitely skipping out on this one.

Steph, on the other hand, has been freaking out about what she’s going to wear for the past two hours. Apparently Mitch said he would, “see her there”, and so she’s turned into a hectic mess, pulling out every bit of non-athletic clothing she brought with her, trying it on and twirling around in front of the mirror. Eventually, you convinced her that her olive green top and white tennis skirt were perfectly acceptable for a movie night.

She turns to you suddenly. “How does my eyeliner look?”

You glance up briefly. Her wings are perfectly even. “It looks great, Steph. Try not to stress too much.”

“Yeah, but I think my right wing isn’t as thick as my left. I’ve got to make them perfect.” She turns back to the mirror, sticking her tongue out as she drags the liquid liner across her eyelid.

“Steph, Mitch isn’t going to care about your eyeliner.”

“I know, but-”

“But nothing. He definitely already likes you, so he wouldn’t care if you showed up wearing a mismatched pajamas and eyeliner only on one eye.”

“Okay, you’re right” Steph agrees, putting down the liner. “Maybe I should just calm down. It’s just a movie night, not a date.”

“That’s only what I’ve been telling you for the past three hours.”

She rolls her eyes. “So, what are you wearing?”

You glance down at your go-to pj’s: grey sweats and a well-loved Maple Leafs t-shirt. “This?”

“To a movie night?”

“I’m not going.”

“What?” she cries. “Not happening, I am not going alone.”

“Steph,” you say firmly. “I can’t go.”

She narrows her eyes at you. “So what if Auston’s there? You don’t have to talk to him or look at him or anything.”

“Yeah, not like that will be hard or anything considering him and Mitch are attached at the hip,” you point out.

“If you really don’t care about Auston as much as you claim to, and truly are putting hockey first, then this shouldn’t be a problem. But obviously by the way you’ve been hiding from the boy all week, you have still have some feelings for h-”

You stand up. “I’ll go.”

Steph can barely conceal her smile. “I’m assuming you didn’t bring anything cute to wear with you.”

“Are we basing it off your definition of cute or mine?”

“What do you think?” Steph digs around in her pile of discarded clothes and chucks something white and lacy at you. “Put that on.”

Forty minutes later, you’re wearing Steph’s shirt, a white tank top that has a low cut v-neck lined with a tasteful amount of lace, your favourite comfy cardigan, and some jean shorts. Steph had curled the ends of your hair and you’d put on a touch of mascara and brow gel. You felt pretty and confident. So what if Auston was there? That didn’t mean you couldn’t have a good time.

“You ready?” Steph asks, sliding on her sandals. “I texted Alexis and told her we’d meet her and the other girls there.”

“Sounds good,” you say, taking one last glance at yourself in the mirror. Tonight would be fun.

As you and Steph make the short journey from the cabin to the rec hall, where the movie was being screened, you take in the peacefulness of the night. The moon hangs full and bright in the dark sky and crickets chirrup from the bushes surrounding the path you’re walking on. A warm breeze ruffles your hair. Sometimes you forget to stop and appreciate everything that life has to offer. You’re always in such a rush to leap from one goal to the next, that you tend to take the little things for granted - like taking a walk at night with your best friend and teammate, at the most elite hockey camp in the country. All the hours of hard work and dedication have brought you here, and will continue to carry you wherever you decide to go.

You sigh loudly, satisfied. Steph glances over at you quizzically. “What are you smiling about?”

“I’m just so glad we’re here.” You turn to look at her, and you see in her eyes that she understands the significance behind your statement.

“Yeah. Yeah, me too.” She reaches over and squeezes your hand.

You squeeze back before letting go and hooking your pinky with hers. “D’you want to run? For old time’s sake?”

She doesn’t answer but takes off, nearly yanking your arm from its socket. You sprint to keep up with her, the two of you looking like idiots as you make your way towards the hall, laughing and swinging your arms around like little girls.

The hall is already busy, most of the players already milling around, grabbing their seats on the set of wooden bleachers. You and Steph greet Alexis and your teammates before getting in line for snacks. You force yourself to not look around for him, and instead keep your eyes straight forward, trying to decide what you want to eat.

You’re lost in the long list of chocolate bars when someone taps you on the shoulder. You turn around to face Mitch and several other of his teammates you’ve seen around before, but never formally met. For a half second, your heart drops, disappointed that Auston’s not with them. But why do you care so much? You should be happy he isn’t here.

“Oh, hey Mitch,” you exclaim, nudging Steph with your elbow.

She whips around and blushes as Mitch grins widely at her. “Hi Mitch.”

“Hey Steph.” Mitch looks down at his feet, suddenly reserved. “You look um…you look great.”

“Thank-you,” Steph says, tucking a strand of her hair shyly behind her ear.

“So Mitch, are we going to get an introduction, or are you going to stand around all night embarrassing yourself trying to compliment a pretty girl?” one of the blond teammates teases.

Mitch’s face goes red and he scowls at the blond guy. “Shut-up.” Mitch jabs a finger towards him. “Steph, Y/N, this obnoxious Swedish prick is Willy-”

“That’s William to you.”

Mitch ignores him, pointing to the second guy, who’s also blond, but has thicker, slightly wavy hair. “This is Kasperi, or Kappy as we call him.” Kappy is quiet, but gives a little wave hello. 

“And Brownie.” Mitch throws his arm around the redhead standing beside him.

“My actual name’s Connor, for the record.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you all,” you say, smiling. You turn to Steph, “What do you want to eat? It’s on me.”

She glances over at the concession. “Oh, um, I’ll have-”

“No, Y/N, don’t worry, I got it.” Mitch pulls his wallet out of his shorts’ pocket.

“So, you’re paying for us as well?” Will asks, raising his eyebrows.

Mitch gives him a look. “I think you can answer your own question.”

Will walks up to the concession stand. “Hi there, could I have a large coke and some sour cherry blasters? Oh, and could you throw a twix bar in as well? It’s on the guy behind me with the hat.” He grins and points to Mitch, who is not impressed.

The rest of the guys order their snacks, all the while Mitch scowls at them.

“Are you sure, Mitch? I don’t mind paying for myself,” you whisper.

He smiles and shakes his head. “Thanks for the offer, Y/N, but it’s alright. I’ll get them back for this, trust me.”

Once you all have your food, you make your way over to the bleachers. There aren’t many seats left, so you let Mitch and Steph squeeze into the space for two people on the lower bench, while you, Kasperi, Will, and Connor sit on the bench above them.

“So,” Will says, rubbing his hands together. “Let’s make a bet on how long it will take for Mitch to get the balls to ask Steph out. Thirty bucks on the table. Losers pay ten each.”

“I’m going for two weeks,” Connor says, taking a sip of his drink. “He always delays.”

Kasperi nods in agreement. “Same, but I think not until camp is almost over. Mitch…he overthinks things. Sometimes you just gotta go for it.”

“Okay, solid guesses boys, but for myself I’m gonna go with a week and a half. What do you think Y/N?” Will turns to you.


“Ooh, damn,” Connor exclaims.

You roll your eyes and continue, “Steph will ask him out before he does. Boys can honestly be more indecisive than girls when it comes to dating.”

“True,” Kasperi agrees. “That’s probably why Auston took so long to make a move, right?”

You freeze. Kappy notices and appears slightly perplexed. “I mean, you are Auston’s girl, no?”

“Um, no. I’m not.” You feel like you’re about to cry.

“Oh, I’m sorry. He just talks about this girl, Y/N, all the time, so I just assumed-”

“Kappy, shut-up,” Connor interjects.

“No, it’s okay.”

An awkward silence falls over the four of you.

Will steps in and directs the conversation elsewhere: “So has anyone seen the prequel to this movie? I thought the acting was terrible.”

Immediately, Connor pipes up: “Are you insulting my man Chris Pratt?”


With that, Connor goes off on a tangent about how excellent Pratt is in a number of films. The conversation is relieved of its tense atmosphere and you feel yourself relax again.

You catch Will’s eye and shoot him a grateful smile. He nods and winks.

The movie isn’t great, but it isn’t terrible either. Will’s sarcastic commentary makes up for the film’s lack of a plot line. You find yourself bursting out laughing one too many times, earning you glares from the other players seated around you. By the time the film ends, you’re both giggling at something stupid one of the characters said in a dramatic moment.

“Who even says that? His freaking cat just died!”

“I know. And he says it so seriously too. He’s all like…” You imitate the dumbfounded look on the actor’s face and Will cracks up.

“Whoever the casting director is, they should be fired, honestly. We could do a better job.”

“I really think we could. Screw hockey, Hollywood, here we come!”

You both laugh and then sigh. The hall is clearing out, and out of the corner of your eye, you catch Steph and Mitch walking out of the door, holding hands. You smile to yourself, happy for them.

“So, do you think I could get your number?”

“Huh?” You look up at Will, realizing he’s been talking to you.

“Your number. For casting purposes, of course.” He winks.

“Oh. Um, sure!” You dig your phone out from your back pocket, unlocking it and handing it to him. He does likewise, and you type your name into his phone, putting a little film emoji next to your name.

“There you go.” You hand his phone back. He grins at you, and places your phone in your hand. ‘Willy’ is his contact name, alongside a smiley face sticking its tongue out.

You’re about to say something else to Will when you see him. He’s standing near the exit, glaring furiously at Will’s back. The smile slides off your face.

“Hey, I gotta run. Steph just said she needs me to help her with something - girl emergency.”

He frowns. “I didn’t see any text on your-” Will starts, but you cut him off.

“See you later, bye!”

You speed walk around people standing and chatting in the hall and slip out the exit door, pointedly not looking in Auston’s direction.

You’re walking quickly towards the cabins, hoping you can avoid him, but you hear his footsteps crunching on the gravel as he breaks into a jog.

“Y/N!” he calls.

You ignore him and walk faster.

“Y/N, I know you can hear me!”

You stop and swing around to face him. “What do you want Auston?”

“I just want to talk.” He stands in front of you, his brown eyes so earnest and hopeful that you can’t say no.

“Okay, so talk.”

“Can we go somewhere else…like, a more private place?”


“Is by the beach area okay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

You both walk in silence. You can feel Auston glancing periodically over at you, trying to gauge your expression. However, you purposely keep your face blank of any emotion. You have to be strong.

When you reach the beach area, he stops by one of the benches facing the volleyball court. “D’you wanna sit down?”

You don’t answer but sit down on the bench, keeping your eyes forward and away from him. He does the same.

There’s a long pause. “Listen, Y/N, I just want some answers. You’ve made me very confused, and I’m not sure if it’s something I did or said that upset you, but I-”

“No - Auston, I already told you that you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But I had to,” he insists, looking at you very seriously. “Why else did you run away from me? I thought everything was going great and then all of a sudden you just went cold. Unless…” he pauses, putting it together in his mind. “Unless you like Willy. That’s it, isn’t it? It’s so obvious, I can’t believe I didn’t notice it before. Oh man, I feel like a total idiot.”

He goes to stand up but you stop him. “Auston, no. I don’t like Willy that way. He’s nice, but I literally met him today.”

“So you don’t like me is what you’re saying.”

“No, Auston, I do. You’re a great guy, it’s just-”

“It’s just better if we’re friends, right? Don’t worry, you don’t have to give me the speech, I already know it by heart.” He starts to stand up again, but you grab his wrist.

“Auston!” you shout, more harshly than you intend. “Would you stop jumping to conclusions for one minute and just let me explain?”

He sits down, very quiet.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. “Auston…I like you. More than a friend. I think you’re funny and incredibly talented and not to mention crazy hot. I don’t think I’ve ever been more attracted to someone in my life.” You drop his gaze, a sudden wave of shyness coming over you. “I can’t believe I just said that,” you laugh to yourself.

“So what’s the problem then?” Auston asks softly.

“The problem is…the problem is that I can’t be distracted. I’ve given up my entire life to hockey, and I’m finally on the verge of obtaining my goal, the dream I’ve had since I was a little girl. I got into this camp, and I was so excited, because here was my big break. But then you came along, and everything changed. Suddenly, all I could think about was you, not hockey, and that scared me. It fucking terrified me. I thought to myself, what happens if I miss my one shot at my dream because I’m pining after some guy? And if that happens, I know I will regret that for the rest of my life. I will never be able to forgive myself.” You pause to take a breath. Auston’s face is unreadable, his eyes cast downwards as he takes everything in.

“So that’s why I ran away. That’s why this,” you say, gesturing between the two of you, “isn’t going to work.” You stand up, giving him one last apologetic look. “I’m sorry.”

And with that, you turn and walk away, leaving Auston alone on the bench.

[Part 8]

Flashwave Week - Single Parents

Another one that should’ve been longer - but I still laughed while writing it, so there.

ao3 link


They meet online.

It‘s a forum for parents about dealing with picky eaters, tips about sneaking vegetables into food, training kids into trying new things.

Barry’s there –


Barry’s actually there for work. He’s a CSI, not a detective, but they think the serial killer who’s been stalking single parents has been going through this forum.

So Barry pretends that his brand new step-brother, Wally, was his kid, even though Wally is sixteen and way too old for this shit. He just uses his name, yanks a few pictures from the family album they were able to recover before Wally and Iris’ mom died, and ta-da! Perfect cover.

He’s not expecting to meet Mick.

Mick’s a single dad, dealing with a picky eater – “He wants boxed mac and cheese for every meal,” Mick tells him. “Every one. Even breakfast.” – and he’s funny. Smart. Charming.

He’s awesome.

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anonymous asked:

tbh jack not being the main character in first 3 potc movies was what made them better, also (esp. in the 1st one) hack was actually rly intelligent? like he was smart but fooled ppl into thinking he wasnt, or that he was drunk n stupid when he was rly clear-minded and sober, and in the new movie he's just a fuckin dumbass, always drunk n shit and depp's acting was terrible, u can tell he doesnt give a single shit anymore

i know!!! the triumvirate was what made it!!! and the way they all switched roles in the group and developed in-and-out of sync with each other across the movies (i’m fixated on the idea of will and elizabeth falling apart post-awe because jack wasn’t there to hold them together, like these movies weren’t jack-sparrow-centric and they weren’t will-and-elizabeth-centric, they were jack and will and elizabeth as this one unit and that’s what made it enjoyable to watch). and like, jack had so many moments where he just delivered these cold lines and it made you like oh. shit. so that’s what’s going on underneath. 

That ADHD thing where
  • friend: *speaks*
  • me: *nods, sips iced lemonade*
  • my train of thought: would you look at this little ice cubes, they're melting, oh this reminds me so much of the Arctic and it's so sad, DAMN CLIMATE CHANGE, it's becoming too hot and the polar bears are gonna die, speaking of polar bears and hot, why the fuck would you take an animal that needs to live where it's fucking freezing to a goddamn zoo in the middle of a city, that shit is crazy, zoo animals are so mistreated, which by the way is an issue not completely overlooked but romanticized in the movie 'Madagascar', I can't believe their nerve, why u always fuckin' lying, zoos are terrible in reality, well at least they decided to free them and let them live their lives, but no, those animals are fucking stupid and WANT to go back, what kind of crap
  • friend: *still speaking, oblivious to the fact that my brain is far, far away*

// People wonder why Kylux is taking over the Star Wars fandom, so I’ll share my experience. 

I LOVE Stormpilot. I saw the movie, felt the chemistry, went home, and searched the Stormpilot tag every day, super excited to see the new art and fic and memes. I was inspired to begin writing my own fanfic, eager to contribute to the new fandom. 

But I didn’t. 

I got scared. As I scrolled through the new posts each day, I did not see art or headcanons or memes, I saw criticism. People were ripped apart for their contributions. Writers didn’t portray characters correctly, artists didn’t use the right colors, headcanons were wrong, actors were criticized for saying stuff in interviews, fans needed to sign petitions or they were assholes. 

I was not going to subject myself to that. There was no way to please everyone, and I was not about to be labeled wrong/racist/homophobic/stupid… for not meeting the standards. 

I do fandom for fun, for me, for my enjoyment. The Stormpilot fandom was stressful and intimidating. So I gave up, I left Stormpilot fandom behind. 

I read a Kylux fic, just for curiosity, scrolled through the tag and….

I saw art, headcanons, memes, fics, and it was welcoming! It was fun! It was positive! People could write whatever they wanted, no matter how odd or crazy or terrible, and it was okay. 

I love Stormpilot, I will always ship it, I will stand up and scream with glee in the movie theater if it becomes canon, but I don’t scroll through the tag anymore, it isn’t fun.

ignitesthestars  asked:

i love you meme - Muffled, from the other side of the door - liam/ryder

The brave face lasts only long enough until all meetings, all verbal exchanges, all the crew has shuffled away because they know it’s about to crumble or because Drack growls at them, low and deep. It even keeps Lexi at bay after a while, after the initial poking and prodding and fluttering hands. 

Liam knows this because he stays back a few steps, enough to keep out of the way, enough to not catch Drack’s attention. Enough to let Sara know he’s here but not in her face like everyone else. They did - it was too much. It’s been less than a day, and he already feels the cold sweat of nightmares covering his skin like a suit. It’s the experimentation on the salarians. Their deaths. It’s the exaltation process half-perfected on a krogan. It’s losing a Pathfinder.

It’s watching Sara agree to have SAM stop her heart.

It’s how quick she went, alive and beautiful and determined.


On the floor. 

Liam was useless in the face of death. He couldn’t protect her. He couldn’t get to her when SAM couldn’t get her heart starting again. 

It’s Sara smiling and joking and congratulating everyone and waving Lexi off because she’s fine.

It’s the closed door of her quarters that don’t open when he approaches them. 

So Liam takes a seat on the floor, his back against the door. One leg stretches out while the other bends close to his chest. She’s inside of there, alone. Again, alone. He gets it. He gets it as well as he can get it, at least, not having been dead himself and resurrected before. But he’s seen it happen, and he knows the effects. 

And honestly, he knows what he feels inside of himself. The tightness in his chest, the nightmare sweat when he hasn’t even slept yet, her face flashing before his eyes. No light. No movement. 

He writes her an email. It soothes him. The email takes him a half hour. The right words have never come to him before, and now he has to painstakingly choose what he needs to say.

After an hour, his lower half has fallen asleep. He stares down the hallway. A few of the crew have come to check on him, but they never say anything. He wonders if it’s because they’re worried they’ll be too loud and Sara will hear. 

After three hours, he presses his cheek to the metal door. He gets up, stretching his legs out. He should climb onto his couch, hide away for a bit, sleep. 

Once the blood flows again, he sits back down. 

“I love you,” he whispers softly to the doors. He doesn’t really need anyone else to listen to his confession. “I don’t want to say it took you dying to make me realize that, but I’ve been trying to go at us slowly. Love is a big word. It can mean a lot of things. I loved you before that moment, just - Not this way. Not in the kind of cheesy romantic movie way.”

He’s quiet for a few moments, listening for her. 

“I love your strength and your attitude and your friendship. I love you as the Pathfinder. I’ve never been in love before, though. I don’t know what that feels like. Well, now I think I do. But before? No. And I didn’t want to say it for any reason, and now the reason I am saying it to you - sort of to you - isn’t exactly right either. I should say it for your strength and your attitude and what you’ve given me. I love the weird faces you make and your inability to drive straight. I love that you told off the Archon when you were physically unable to do anything to him. I love that you’ve found us a home and you’re fighting for it.”

He scrubs a hand over his face, hard. He’s not a speech guy. He feels stupid saying this to nobody. She’s probably not even listening. She should be asleep.

“I’m no good at this, but I’m trying,” he tells her. 

He hears footsteps from behind the door. He expects the door to open, so he doesn’t move. He falls halfway into her quarters, staring up at her swollen red face with half a smile on her lips. 

“Terrible timing, Kosta,” she admonishes. 

“I told you I’m not good at this.”

She gets to her knees, hands on either side of his head. Her hair is down. It falls like a sheet over him. “It’s a good thing I’m a cheesy romantic movie kind of girl.”

“I’ve had this same thought every time I’ve done something stupid.” Liam grins up at her.

“Speaking of stupid, why didn’t you just knock?” 


Sara’s laugh is a relief that slides through his body and eases the ache in his chest. 

Little things the Hogwarts Houses do

-drinks a lot of tea or coffee
- is either really messy or really neat
-like debating stuff but really hate getting interrupted, so they set a lot of rules and have debate clubs and stuff
-generally introverts
-really epic at board games
-look up cute animals on the Internet and coo at least once a day
-really appreciates people
-excellent at giving advice
-dislikes horror movies and tense scenes
- are generally peaceful but if you hurt their friend they will fight you
-watch horror movies on a bet and then get a little freaked out
-always ready to argue about anything under the sun and will happily switch sides if everyone agrees with them just so they can argue
-is generally terrible at board games but will always be very dramatic about them
-is actually just very dramatic in general
-is ridiculously proud of stupid things like being a Gryffindor or having the most freckles
-not all cool people are Slytherins but all Slytherins are cool
-a Slytherin wrote that not me
-are weirdly good at sensing which one’s the murderer in mysteries
-will shock you with their knowledge of obscure subjects