thought this looked familiar

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You sigh and take yet another cookie off of the table, shoving it in your mouth quite ungracefully for someone wearing lipstick. It looks like you’re the only one not having fun at this dance. 

The school gym is dark save for brightly colored lights flashing all around the room, and it’s decorated with white streamers and other decorations typical of a school dance. Practically the whole school is out on the floor dancing, but you’ve been stuck by the snack table ever since your friends ditched you. 

“Heya, (y/n)." 

Your thoughts are interrupted by a semi-familiar voice, and you look to your right to see Crutchie smiling at you. He’s dressed in a nice dark gray suit with a purple tie hanging loosely from his neck, black shoes, and his crutch under his arm. But his blonde hair is back and styled instead of under his usual cap. 

You quickly chew and swallow the rest of your cookie, hoping to any god out there that you don’t have anything on your face. Because Crutchie Morris looks downright handsome tonight. "Hi, Crutchie." 

He sidles up next to you with a sideways grin. "You look beautiful." 

You blush and look down at your (f/c) dress. "Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.” You smile as you point at his head playfully. “It’s nice to see your hair for once." 

He laughs. "Yeah, well, Katherine insisted that I do something with it, which also means Jack insisted.” He frowns and looks out onto the dance floor. “Both of whom I haven’t seen since we got here." 

You follow his gaze and look out into the crowd. "I don’t see any of your boys, Crutch. In fact, this is probably the first time I’ve seen the ‘Newsies,’” you make finger quotes, “disbanded." 

Crutchie chuckles, and your heart flutters at the sound. "Yeah, well where are your friends?" 

Your lighthearted smile falls away. "They ditched me almost the second we walked in. We all came as a group, you know?” You sigh. “Tonight is not as fun as I wanted it to be." 

Crutchie is looking at you with concern, but you don’t see it. His whole life, he’s made it his job to make people feel better. And he cares about you. A lot. So he’s determined to do the same for you, tonight. 

He leans over and bumps your shoulder with his, and when you look over he grins. "Wanna dance?” He rolls his eyes playfully. “And before you ask, yes, I can still dance with the crutch." 

You laugh. "Alright. Yes, I’ll dance with you." 

Crutchie smiles and takes your hand, leading you away from the snack table and out onto the dance floor. While he keeps his crutch under his one arm, he uses that hand to hold your waist and the other to hold your hand. It takes a bit of fumbling and giggles from the both of you to get into the rhythm and the pattern of dancing with each other, but you fall into it quickly. It seems like Crutchie’s been practicing, but you choose not to say anything. 

One song bleeds into another, and it’s almost the end of the night. You’ve nearly forgotten your friends as you’ve danced the night away with Crutchie. But now, a slow song plays as you look up into his eyes, both arms wrapped around his neck. 

He grins. "I’m gonna spin you." 

You snort. "You’re not supposed to tell me that, you doofus.” He takes your hand and spins you out and away from him, and you twirl lazily around before falling into the swaying rhythm you two had kept before. 

Smiling softly, you stand up on your toes and kiss Crutchie’s cheek gently. When you pull away, his eyes are wide and his freckled cheeks are dusted with pink. “Thank you. For tonight.” You lay your head back on his chest after you speak. 

Crutchie tightens his hold on your hand slightly. “Anytime.”

i was browsing through some runway photos and thought this outfit from saint laurent fall ‘15 collection looked a bit too familiar??

most of the clothing was sold out ages ago but these are the average prices i managed to find, which means victor’s ep10 outfit is worth around 3300€ / $3500! the boy is loaded and i am not even surprised anymore

//EDIT: the sweater discourse inspired me to give video editing a try (x)

Tater headcanon/ficlet

Tater’s parents divorced when he was very young, he doesn’t even remember a time they were together (although they had an amicable relationship post-divorce). His father was a hockey player, his mother was a figure skating champion.

He grew up in Russia with his father, but would spend a couple months every year visiting his mother in the USA. She retired from competition, but continued on to be a formidable youth figure skating coach. Her students were always successful.

When Tater visits his mom, he usually tags along to her early morning practices. Truthfully, he catches a bit more sleep in the stands most days, but he does really enjoy watching the progress her students have made on days mornings when he’s well-rested.

When he’s 11 or so, his mom takes on a tiny blond boy as her newest student, and Tater absolutely LOVES watching him practice. The kid is fast learner, and young Tater has been around the best and brightest of figure skating enough to know that this boy is going to be great.

Even when Tater returns home to Russia after his visit, he still asks his mom about how the little blond boy is doing with his lessons. The next time he visits, the improvement is already staggering. Now he eagerly attend his mom’s early morning lessons to see what this talented tiny boy can do.

Tater meets him once, but the funny little American boy talks very fast and Tater has no idea what he’s saying. He manages to say “Hi” and “good skate” and then stares, completely overwhelmed by this ball of blond energy shaking his hand and talking a mile a minute. Tater knows he’s saying something nice about his mom, because the boy is smiling a lot and looks over at her a couple times, but he knows very little English, so it mostly goes over his head. Still, it makes him smile, and he’s happy his mom has found such an enthusiastic student.

The years go by, and although Tater is sad to hear that his mom’s star pupil no longer figure skates, he gets busy with his hockey career. His mother has other talented students now, and she’s back in Russia. Life goes on. It’s been years since he’s thought of the tiny blond boy…

But one day, his teammate Jack starts (does he ever stop?) bragging about how wonderful his boyfriend is, and brings him along for a fun shinny game with the Falcs to show off Bitty’s skills and speed.

“Remember last time we did this, Bits?” Jack teases his boyfriend while the other guys set up the nets.

“The boys made me do a jump in my hockey skates for the school paper,” Bitty replies with a laugh.

Tater insists on seeing Jack’s little blond boyfriend do a jump, because he does miss watching figure skating like in his childhood. Bitty obliges, and the moment he lifts off the ice, Tater is filled with nostalgia. He knew something was familiar about this energetic young man.

“Hey, little B!” Tater skates over to Bitty immediately. “You’re so good. Always jumping so high, even in hockey skates.”

“Well, it would be better if I were in figure skates, and had a bit more practice…”

“Is okay. Long time since you started hockey, yes? When you were 15?”

Bitty doesn’t think too much of it, aside from being a bit of embarrassment that Jack has told his friends THAT much about him. “Yeah, I figure skated for years before that.”

“So many championships. Good skate.”

Bitty chuckles, remembering the time he met Katya’s quiet son who didn’t speak much English. That poor shy boy had only managed to tell him “good skate” too. He was hit with a wave of déja vu. This giant of a man was about 10,000 times more talkative than that boy, but now that Bitty thought about it, he did look a little familiar. “Um… Tater? This may sound strange, but…”

“So B, you know my mom Katya, yes?”

“OH. MY. GOD.”

“We should send her selfie now.”

Sirius x Reader: Potter Plans

Warnings: no ?

Requested: Yes

A/N: I’M BAAAACK!! It’s the 2 month anniversary of this account and we’re a squad of 523… a number I never thought I’d reach let alone reach in 2 months so thank you my lovelies xx I thought I’d greet this 2 month hiatus return with a hella long imagine x so enjoy reading and send me imagine requests (i’m only answering ships every thurs) xx

“Sirius wins.” You announced, standing up from your leaning position on the wall.

“No way!” James protested, panting.

“I have an unfair advantage. You see these cheekbones? Aerodynamically suited for speed.” Sirius said, somehow he said it seriously. ‘Well those cheekbones are sharp’, you found yourself thinking.

You rolled your eyes and started walking around the sofa, spotting Lily as you did so. “Hey Lils.” You smiled.

“Hey, oh sit, I want to ask you something.”

You winked at James who was practically drooling over Lily and sat down. Eventually, you’d satisfactorily answered her question and you were free to go.

“How do you do it?” James asked immediately as you sat down.

“Well, you see, I bend my knees and let gravity pull me to my seat. It’s-”

“Shut up, you know what I mean.”

Remus had started sniggering at his friend’s stupidity. James shot Remus a threatening glare, stopping him immediately and went back to his book.

You giggled slightly and continued chatting, “Just talk to her like she’s a normal person.”

“I’ve been trying!” He groaned. In all the years you had known James, you’d never seen him act like this about a girl- ‘if only Sirius felt like this about me’ you thought.

Sirius came back from his shower shortly after, shooing Remus further over the sofa so he could sit in his favourite spot that, coincidentally, was next to you.

At around 11, you finally felt your eyes grow heavy and flutter shut, falling asleep next to Sirius.

Sirius admired you as you slept, unaware of his surroundings, he loved everything about you and you just seemed more beautiful lit by the fire: your eyelashes cast soft shadows over your cheekbones, your lips were slightly parted and your brows slightly furrowed.

And James watched as his best friend admired another, both so painfully obviously in love yet so blind to it.

You stirred slightly, breaking both boys reverie, Sirius shot up and announced he was going to bed. You waved him good night sleepily and was about to go to bed yourself when James pounced a question on you.

“Does Lily like me?”

“You know she does you twat. She just doesn’t want to give in, she has no reason to, you’re always available to her.”

James looked as though he was going to defend himself but thought better of it.

A familiar look spread across his tanned face and you straightened up, “Potter, I know that look, stop, no.”

“You like Sirius.” you spluttered from shock but James merely continued, “I like Lily. They like us back. We need to make them jealous.”

“Fuck off.” You whinged, not in the mood for a ‘Potter Plan’ as you and Eudaimonia called them.

“Nah, hear me out. We pretend to date, they get jealous and boom, love is in the air.” James looked at you triumphantly, the look not faltering when you glared back.

“Ew, gross, no. You’re like my brother.”

“Calm down, it’s not like I’d ever date you.”

“Doing great, dear.”

“You know what I mean.”

You paused, pondering the idea, and took a deep breath, “Until Friday.”

“Won’t take longer than 2 days.”

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Curiosity is a vice that has been stigmatized in turn by Christianity, by philosophy, and even by a certain conception of science. Curiosity is seen as futility. However, I like the word; it suggests something quite different to me. It evokes “care”; it evokes the care one takes of what exists and what might exist; a sharpened sense of reality, but one that is never immobilized before it; a readiness to find what surrounds us strange and odd; a certain determination to throw off familiar ways of thought and look at the same things in a different way; a passion for seizing what is happening now and what is disappearing; a lack of respect for the traditional hierarchies of what is important and fundamental.
—  Michel Foucault, on curiosity
“Don’t Touch Her” [Jason Todd x Reader]

Requested by anon: “Jason x reader where the boyfriend of the reader’s BFF hits the reader for defending her friend (they’re in an abusive relation) and Jason finds out about it”

A/N: This is a really good idea. We’re gonna get some pissed Jason in here.

Warning: Abuse, mentions of sex, Swearing

[Bff/N] - Best Friend Name [H/Bf/N] - Her Boyfriend’s Name

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You were out this fine after noon with your best friend. It was just a simple lunch date you both scheduled. But the moment you saw her, your stomach turned.

She had a black eye and a bruise on her wrist like someone grabbed her there. You knew that bastard [H/Bf/N] was hitting her but she wouldn’t admit it. Jason often heard you ranting about the asshole.

You stood up and strode over to her. Taking her wrist gently in your hands and looked at the black eye. “Did that bastard do this?” you asked softly. She stayed silent, “[Bff/N] please tell me the truth” sitting down at the table as she sat across from you.

“H-he promised not to do it again.” She whispered. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “[Bff/N] he said that the last time too didn’t he?”

She just nodded. “Please you can’t stay there. You can stay with Jason and I until you get on your feet. But you can’t stay there” you pleaded in fear for your friend.

“No I couldn’t impede on you guys. I know you and Jason need your couple time.” she shook her head vigorously. You chuckled, “Trust me, we live together, we get plenty of couple time” a teasing tone in your voice.

“I can’t leave him.” She murmured, “Can we just not talk about this now?”

You sighed, “Fine, but we’re not done here”


You spent the rest of the lunch just talking about life and random events. She especially liked asking about you and Jason. She always found you guys to be a perfect couple, but you knew that she hasn’t seen you two butting heads.

It was a nice lunch until her phone rang.

“Hey [H/Bf/N]” she answered shyly

“Where the hell are you?!” you heard his yelling from where you were sitting.

“I’m just getting lunch”

“Well get home now you should’ve told me first”

He hung up the phone after that. You felt your blood boiling. That asshole had the nerve to call, yell at her, then hang up on her.

“I have to go” she spoke, her voice was fragile like it would shatter if she spoke any louder.

“I’m walking you home” you insisted. “N-no [F/n], I-its —”

“No arguments, I’m walking with you” standing up and picking up your jacket.

She gave in and the both of you payed before exiting the small cafe. You were going to give that piece of shit a piece of your mind.


She unlocked her door when you got to her apartment. Immediately upon opening the door he was storming toward her but stopped when he saw you.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he spat. “A pleasure as always asshat” you gave him a unamused grin.

“What’d you call me?” he stalked toward you. “I think you heard me just fine by the amount of smoke coming out of your ears” you mused.

“You bitch” his face was red with anger. You knew you were poking the bear here but you had to get a point across.

“Me a bitch? If you ask me only a cowardly bitch would hit his girlfriend. What was wrong this time, couldn’t get it up?” you stepped up and got in his face.

Before you could react he had risen his fist and connected it to your jaw. You stumbled back, hand gripping your jaw. [Bff/N] ran over to make sure you were alright. He brushed by the both of you, “I need a drink” and out the door.

“Are you alright [F/n]?” she asked concerned.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine” you stood up feeling a bit of blood on your jaw. ‘Shit Jason will kill him’ you thought.

You went into her bathroom and cleaned up the blood. She brought you a bandaid and first aid kit. After taking care of the injury, she spoke up.

“I think that you should go, he will only be angrier if you’re here when he gets back.” she instructed. You nodded before heading to the door.

The walk home your jaw hurt like hell and you had to think of a way so that Jason wouldn’t up and shoot the bastard. Long story short you walked slow to gain more time.



Putting your key in the door, before pushing it open you took a deep breath. Mentally preparing yourself for the bombardment of questions you were just about to receive.

Pushing it open you walked inside. Hanging up your coat and setting your bag on the table next to the door. Making your way to the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror you examined the forming bruise. Peeling off the bandaid and cleaning it up with rag.

“I thought I heard you come home” hearing a familiar voice. You looked at Jason and his grin dropped.

He strode over lifting your chin up with his finger, “What happened?” concern was laced in his voice, as his expression mirrored it.

“It’s nothing, just got mugged” you shrugged before turning back to the mirror.

“Mugged, during the day. You and I both know that’s not what happened.” He crossed his arms. Why did he have to be so damn intuitive?

“Come on cough it up.” He waved to you.

You sighed knowing lying would be no use. “It was [H/Bf/N]. I stood up to him and he slugged me” keeping your eyes from his.

“The son of a bitch did what?” He growled. His eyes darkened and his demeanor changed to vigilante rather than boyfriend.

“Jason please don’t, you know, murder him” you followed as he walked out of the bathroom. You knew where he was going, straight to his gun safe.

“Jason” you stopped him as he turned around. He looked at you, he was pissed off.

“I’m not going to let the bastard get away with it”

“I know and we shouldn’t but I think the police might be the best way to go on this one. Maybe we can make it so she won’t lose the apartment or anything. I have a friend in the police force, let me reach out” you persuaded, slowly removing the firearm from his grasp.

His tense body relaxed. Setting the gun back into the safe and turning back to face him.

He examined your face, gently brushing his thumb over the bruise. Then leaned and rested his forehead to yours. “You know I’d never hit you like that right? I know I have a temper but I’d never take it out on you”

“I know Jay. I know” brushing your nose against his.


You and Jason headed over to see [Bff/N] to try and convince her to talk to the police. She had told you he was out so the both of you left that minute. It didn’t take long to get there.

“Hey, how are you feeling?“ you questioned as the both of you walked into her apartment.

“I’m fine, what’re you guys doing here? Is something the matter?”

“Yeah, something is. We’re not letting you live like this anymore. I’m begging you, will you please talk to a police officer. I’ve reached out and a friend of mine is more than willing to talk with you” you begged as she began to think.

Though you all heard the door open, “I’m back.” You flinched slightly at the voice. Jason wrapped your hand in his when he noticed your flinch.

“Who the hell are you?” he questioned upon seeing Jason.

“I’m [F/n]’s boyfriend” Jason answered simply. He laughed, “Sorry for you man”

“Excuse me?” Jason stepped toward him. You kept a grip on his hand, keeping him from getting too far.

“She’s got a mouth on her that one, but I bet you keep it busy with other things huh?” He chuckled.

Okay, yeah… he’s a dead man.

Letting go of your hand he punched [H/Bf/N] right to the jaw” He fell to the floor within the instant.

“Agh, shit” he groaned, getting to his hands. When he stood up Jason pinned him to the wall, “Don’t ever tough her again. You do and you’ll be leaving in a body bag”

The two did not know how serious he actually was. You put a hand on his shoulder, “Bastards not worth it Jay”

At that he let him go before punching him again, knocking him out. “[Bff/N] how about you go grab somethings, you’re welcome to stay with [F/n] and I for awhile. Until you’ll be safe from this douche.”

She nodded and quickly ran into her bedroom. Grabbing some clothes and necessities.

Turning to him, you wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your head on his chest. “That was hot”

You felt his chuckle vibrate in his chest, leading to a smile to grow on your features. “I’m always hot” he teased, making you punch his arm lightly.


You ended up taking [Bff/n] back to your place and convinced her to talk to the police. [H/Bf/N] was soon arrested and received a guilty verdict for assault.

She moved back into her old apartment, you and Jason gave her a hand with getting rid of [H/Bf/N]’s things. She thanked you for everything before you returned home.

Both collapsing on the couch you nestled into him. “Who would’ve thought, Jason Todd’s a hero during the day and night”

He chuckled, “I think you deserve the credit for helping her”

“Yeah but you knocked him out”

He smiled down at you. Before softly kissing your forehead, eliciting giggles from you.

“You’ll always be my hero though” saying it into his chest. Muffled by his shirt.

A smile grew on his face has he wrapped his arms around you tighter. How could anyone ever say they love someone and end up hitting them? He would never dream of hitting you. He just loves you too much.

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this is inspired by Jim’s in the closet with Joe video and I am not sorry at all. To understand all the clothes I mention go check out the video!

Word Count:  2250

Rating: R (Smut)

I hope you guys enjoy!

It was nice to have a boyfriend who had a fashion sense, because it meant your closet doubled in size. You rummaged through the closet you both shared, trying to pick your outfit for the day.

“Can’t find anything to wear?” Joe grinned, sliding past you to grab a hat from the top shelf. He was already dressed and ready for the day. “I vote you just stay in that.” He looked you up and down, eyes narrowed. You blushed a bit, but you loved it. After buying two bra and panty set options for valentine’s day, you weren’t about to let one of them go to waste, and it was so comfy you really would be content to wear it all day.

“Maybe I will,” you grinned. He groaned in exasperation, grabbing your hip and pulling you closer to him. He pressed a hard kiss to your lips, one you knew too well. One that meant something a bit more than usual.

“Don’t do this to me baby, you know I’ve got meetings all day,” his head dropped to your shoulder, his hands tracing your skin.

“The sooner you leave the sooner you’ll get back,” you whispered, walking him backwards out of the closet, pressing kisses to his lips along the way. 

“Or I could just cancel for the day. There are some things I would much rather do right now,” he murmured, holding you closely.

“Nope. Go on,” you teased him, pressing one last kiss to his now swollen lips before pushing him back. He stumbled slightly, rolling his eyes before they settled to look at you again.

“When I get home then? Please?” He pouted at you. You didn’t want him to leave, hell, you wanted nothing more than to throw him onto the bed right that moment and get on with it. But you also knew how fun the day would be if you drug it out. One of his favorite things was when you had missed him all day; it made you both desperate to get your hands on each other.

“Depends on if you can make it through all your meetings. If you make it through the day, then yes.” A smile played on your lips, and his eyes narrowed again, suspicious.

“What’re you up to?”

“Nothing. Now go on, you’re going to be late.” You danced over and pressed another kiss to his lips before he turned to leave. He looked back at you once more before he left, but you only put on your best innocent smile and gave him a wave.


You waited just long enough to be sure that his meeting had started, occupying yourself with making breakfast and coffee. You headed back into the closet, plan in mind. His meeting were usually loose, so you knew he’d be looking at his phone occasionally.

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@xiulayallday described her impressions of seeing EXO in New York and her descriptions are dead on. I can’t put into words what it’s like to have been watching them for years on your computer screen and then they’re walking next to you on a street.

Suho was the first person I saw when I got into that area of the city. Literally the first person. I didn’t immediately think “Suho!” I thought, oh wow what a handsome guy…Wait he looks familiar. WAIT. I’m 5'9" and he was definitely shorter than me and in a city filled with gorgeous people, he still stood out.

We wandered on a bit when @uminbean was looking around and said quietly “that looks like Chen… It’s Chen”. By the time I looked properly I could only see the back of him, but I could still see it was him by those legs.

We got up thinking wow, 2 EXO members? What a day! When I glanced over and saw an unmistakable pair of ears crossing the street, and by the time I processed that it was Chanyeol, Baekhyun was beside him. Baekhyun looked a bit… uncomfortable? I only made brief eye contact then stayed away because I didn’t want to be associated with the horde of fans following them around and wanted them to just have a good day. Chanyeol was shorter than I anticipated (I think I assumed he was just beastly tall by how people talk about him). Still tall though, just not gigantic. Baekhyun was not as short as I thought he’d be either. About my height.

My friends and I go lean on a wall to process what we’ve just experienced in the span of 20 minutes, when @uminbean whispers in a ‘brace yourself’ voice, “Sehun is coming”. Now this is my bias. Can I do this? Will I just fall over? Will I go blind and cease to feel emotion? I didn’t. He was perfect. I couldn’t believe he was real, and he looked just as he does in pictures. And he was about the height I imagined. He walked by me not 3 feet from where I stood. I still can’t believe it.

We all needed to sit down at this point and wanted to get as far away from the stalking fans as possible. Chanyeol and Baekhyun passed us TWO more times filming something and I wanted to shout “how is this real right now?!”

We walked on a bit and my friend whispered “it’s Xiumin” and there he was, 2 feet from us happily watching a show. No fans around bothering him. It’s the only time @xiulayallday and I got our phones out because we knew we could snap a picture without causing him stress and hell, he was taking pictures too. He was so bronze and handsome. Smiling and laughing. It made us so happy.

Now today we go see their show. Wow.

Bluebird

Prompt/Summary: This is fic number 12 for @mrs-squirrel-chester​‘s album challenge.  You know the boys before they go off to war

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Some angst. 

Word Count: 931

Author’s Note:   See the end.  I love this song.  I sing it in the shower a lot.  I hope I did it justice.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Bluebird Video

Album Challenge Master List

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

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