to get into this boy's hole

The Evolution of Jily; Part 3

((OOC: I’m back with reasonably good wifi and my laptop so here’s part 3))

3rd year

The year where the Marauders find out that making Snape look like a fool is too much fun

James Potter didn’t have the best ideas- like that time he decided to borrow Sirius’ jacket only to return it with 5 new holes in them and the zipper broken off. Sirius didn’t talk to him for a week after that. Another terrible idea was on Peter’s birthday James decided to try to get Peter a girlfriend and noticed a Hufflepuff staring at him and so he slipped some Veritaserum so she would confess her feelings- turns out she was staring at Remus not Peter and broke his heart. 

This was another one of his awful ideas- bullying his crush’s best friend so she would have to pay attention to him.

All of a sudden the greasy haired boy’s teeth start to grow and he tries to cover it with his hair

Sirius finding the whole situation entertaining decides to join in as well

And within seconds Severus has burst out into laughter and finds himself unable to stop

Lily stomps off to find Mcgonagall to reverse the spell. Well James did get Lily’s attention but that had also come hand in hand with detention. James started to regret his decision later in the year when Lily Evans (the love of his life) had ignored him completely and it was then when James realised he had to find another tactic.


((OOC: and done!! part 4 coming out in literally about halfish of an hour ;) ))

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6 ½

Part 6 2/2

James: @siriusly-sly

Sirius: @patronusly-charming

Lily: @nah-she-did-not

Severus: @dobbyisafreeblog

There are two things I want to happen in the new season

1. Lance and Blue go on a life changing trip as we saw Blue fell into the black hole. Also, the blue lady unlock new power because I crave that!!!! Like no offense to Allura becoming the new Blue Padadin. It’s good, okay, fine, but I need Lance and Blue to go on that trip (my boy needs that also I need some sweet potential Langst)

2. Lotor’s ladies squad aka Im this close to call them Badass Auntie Squad and they are ready to kick butt

Also Lotor is space Azula because I get that Im-going-to-betray-you-at-some-point vibe in one of the ladies

Tyler aka Scott adore post

Well my gif choice sucks as you guys can see m really not thinking straight HUGELY CUZ TEEN WOLF IS ENDING WELL SINCE LAST YEAR I HAVE BEEN KNOWN ABOUT THIS BUT STILL IT HURTS WHEN I SAY THAT OUT LOUD CUZ THIS SHOW IS NOT JUST ABOUT SHIPS AND ROMANCE AND ALL THE TEENAGEY STUFF ( LOL FIRST SEASON WAS REALLY TEENAGE STUFF) BACK TO THE POINT, M NOT SURE IF I WILL DO JUSTICE TO THE SWEETEST PERSON ON EARTH AKA TPOSE AND FOR THE RECORD M NOT THAT ARTICULATED AND THE CHOICE OF THE WORDS MAY NOT BE HIGH CLASS BUT….. TPOSE IS MY BABY, MY SON , MY BOY LIKE ITS GETTING WEIRD TO DESCRIBE HIM OR WHAT HE MEANS TO ME AND WATCHING HIM GROW UP ITS LIKE THE MOST PROUDEST MOMENT OF LIFE I RELATE TO TPOSE ANS SCOTT MACALL ON A SPIRITUAL LEVEL CUZ I HAVE BEEN IN DEPRESSION FOR PAST 3 YEARS AND OPENING UP ABOUT YOURSELF TO STRANGERS HELL OPENING UP TO MY MOM IS SCARY BUT HE DID THAT. AND ITS LIKE SOMEONE PUNCHED A HOLE INTO MY CHEST WHENEVER I WATCH HIM CRY OVER TEEN WOLF ENDING, I WAS BAWLING MY EYES OUT WHEN HE LOST IT ON JEFF’S “ IT WAS HIS CAKE TO CUT” THAT LINE IS NOT JUST A LINE IT HAS A DEEPER MEANING LIKE “ TPOSE YOU DID IT, YOU REALLY ROCKED THE WORLD FOR THESE PEOPLE AND SOMEWHERE HIS MOTHER IS LOOKING DOWN SAYING THATS MY BABY AND M SO PROUD OF HIM” AND I REALLY HOPE HE GETS THE APPRECIATION HE DESERVES CUZ LETS BE HONEST IN THIS FANDOM WE ALL KINDA CARED ABOUT STILES AND DOB MORE THAN JUST A LITTLE WHICH TPOSE IS AWARE OF BUT IT STILL DOSENT STOP HIM FROM DOING WHAT HE DOES WHICH IS BEING POSITIVE I GUESS ITS TOO FUCKING LONG I SHOULD STOP CUZ U GUYS PROBABLY WONT EVEN READ IT AND THIS POST WILL END UP GETTING NO NOTES, BUT MY POINT IS NOT GETTING NOTES OR REBLOG MY POINT IS TO SHARE IT WITH YOU GUYS MY LOVE AND ADORATION FOR THIS BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING AND TELLING WHATS IN MY HEART I REALLY LEARNED SO MUCH BEING IN THIS FANDOM AND MAKING NEW FRIENDS. I PRAY WE STILL GET ACTIVE ON TUMBLR AFTER TEEN END AND INTERACT WITH EACH OTHER LOVE YOU ALL P.S m sure if i tag someone plz dont be mad @slowburnotptrash @deathcabjenny @cjtwins @loverxo1234

Originally posted by slverarrow

Oh i forgot ma homie @scottstiles

I’ve just figured out my top shinee songs guys…

1 of 1
3 2 1
365
1000 years, still with you
ABOAB
Alive
An Encore
An Ode To You
Yo
Alarm Clock
Always Love
Amigo
Aside
Beautiful
Beautiful Life
Because of you
Become Undone
Best Place
Better
Better Off
Black Hole
Bodyguard
Bounce
Boys Meet U
Breaking News
Burning Up!
Sleepless Night
Chocolate
Close the Door
Clue
Colorful
Colors of the Season
Countdown
Dangerous (Medusa II)
Dazzling Girl
Destination
Diamond Sky
Do Me Right
Don’t Let Me Go
Don’t Stop
Downtown Baby
Dream Girl
Dynamite
D×D×D
Electric Heart
Everybody
Evil
Excuse Me Miss
Farewell My Love
Feel Good
Fire
Fly High
Forever Or Never
Four Seasons
Gentleman
Get Down
Get It
Get the Treasure
Girls, Girls, Girls
Graze
Green Rain
Haru (Day)
Hello
Hit Me
Hitchhiking
Hold You
Honesty
Y Si Fuera Ella
I’m With You
In My Room
Jo Jo
Juliette
Keeping Love Again
Kiss Kiss Kiss
Kiss Yo
Last Christmas
Last Gift
Life
Like a Fire
Lipstick
Lollipop
Love Like Oxygen
Love Pain
Love Should Go On
Love Sick
Love Still Goes On
Love’s Way
Lucifer
Lucky Star
Married to the Music
Melody
Moon River Waltz
Mr. Right Guy
Nightmare
Note
Nothing to Lose
Obsession
Odd Eye
One
One For Me
One Minute Back
Orgel
Password
Perfect 10
Picasso
Please, Don’t Go
Prism
Punch Drunk Love
Quasimodo
Queen of New York
Ready Or Not
Real
Replay
Ring Ding Dong
Romance
Romantic
Romeo + Juliette
Runaway
Run With Me
Savior
Scar
Seaside
Seesaw
Selene 6.23
Señorita
Sherlock
Shift
Shine (Medusa I)
Shinee Girl
Shout Out
So Amazing
Spoiler
Stand By Me
Start
Stranger
Sunny Day Hero
Symptoms
Talk To You
Tell Me What To Do
The Name I Loved
The Reason
The Shinee World
The World Where You Exist
To Your Heart
Trigger
U Need Me
Up & Down
View
Why So Serious?
Winter Wonderland
Woof Woof
Wowowow
Y.O.U (Year of Us)
Your Name
Your Number

lmao

2017 APMAs “Highlights”

I use the term “highlights” loosely ‘cuase it was a mess

  • Alex Gaskarth spinning around in his cute jacket while rocking the bandana look
  • Lynn Gunn looking honestly surprised when she won best vocalist after being the only woman nominated
  • SUPER LOW AUDIO QUALITY PER USUAL
  • The set it off singer trying to crowd surf during an acoustic performance
  • Dan “soupy” Campbell giving out the Subcity grant to Cassie Wilson who got to represent the disabled community and bring awareness to the need for more accessibility in music venues with her project Half Access
  • The singer of Nothing More looking like a modern tarzan, shirtless and wild and somehow vocally covering Skrillex while riding a robot??? 
  • Kellin Quinn not-so-subtly making fun of said robot immediately after in an interview
  • The Plain White Ts throwing it back to 2005 with Hey There Delilah and reminding us all that they haven’t released anything as good since
  • trying to take Derek of State Champs seriously singing the line “without your kisses ill be needing stitches” (honestly kinda impossible)
  • unintentionally showing that State champs won best music video without announcing the other nominees
  • all the winners taking forever to get to the stage because they put all the bands in the balcony or something
  • the blue haired boy in waterparks calling his mom a mind freak????
  • josh dun playing the trumpet to fucking smash mouth’s all star
  • some really well synchronized drumming honestly
  • terrible masturbation jokes
  • a nice tribute to Chris Cornell (soundgarden) by Pierce the Veil performing black hole sun
  • I guess falling in reverse still exist and people haven't realized ronnie radke is a fucking joke cuase they gave his band an award 
  • Laura Jane Grace getting the icon award and giving a well-written speech with some good inclusivity shit
  • a preview for an incredibly awful looking horror movie starring andy that they accidentally started to replay a second time
  • I guess they forgot to turn on kellin’s mic whoops
  • Alex Gaskarth deciding to go onstage with SWMRS for no real reason and looking a bit tipsy, red solo cup in hand
  • a bunch of very audible mic checks
  • Neck Deep begging us to buy their album when it comes out
  • Vic trying to read a prepared speech on his phone but giving up because he couldn’t get it to turn on

you can watch it here if you’ve got 4 hours to blow

Power Rangers Living Together Headcanon

Created with the help of the lovely @catyz101 and the wonderful @vintagecarter go ahead and give them a follow please.

- Two years after the attack, when the rangers graduate highschool, they decide to build a house together in the mountains near the ship.

-When goldar went down billy managed to save a lot of gold
“Like my dad said, you find it you keep it”
Needless to say they’re fucking loaded.

-Kim and Trini adopted a cat courtesy of her brothers. The twins found him and managed to keep him for a week before their mom found out and he was sent to live with Trini.
“Take care of gato for us”
“Wait you named i-”
“GATO, is in great hands”

-The cat loves everyone but Zack and Jason. Every time the cat cuddles up to Billy “traitor” can be heard faintly whispered through the house.

-Zack goes to the kitchen at 1 in the morning and finds the cat just sitting there staring at him, they have a staring contest for two mintues until he slowly backs away back into his room.

-They rotate dinner every night. They all make something thats authentic to them but the weekends are take out nights. It an unspoken rule of the house

-Zack almost breaking his neck doing a double take on Trini leaving from Kim’s room in the early morning

-“ITS NOT A WALK OF SHAME IF ITS YOUR OWN HOUSE” Kim passing by headed to the kitchen “you are definitely doing the walk of shame babe.”
“KIMBERLY”

-Billy quietly comments from the back “why are you so surprised, thats the 5th time this week.”
“Billy, its tuesday”

- “Hello, yes, i found your number in the yellow pages i was calling to tell you that MY BEST FRIEND JUST GOT LAID also a large pizza please”

-Trini watches a novella one day outta habit, and suddenly Jason and Zack are addicted. “No, trini you cant change the channel we are watching that!”

-Kim puts pink hair dye in her shampoo to figure out who keeps using it. The culprit was Jason…… and Trini

-“Who the fuck put jello in the toilet”
“You see its not actually jello its this silicone-”
“BILLY?!”
“I’ll take it you’re upset with me….”

-Theyre the hardware stores best customer. The owner thinks they own a construction company. He is yet to be corrected

-One day the boys come back from the store early and hear a scream in the house. They all barge in too kims room and walk in on the girls.
“Oh my god GET OUT”
Billy closes his eyes and runs smack into the wall putting a hole in it while jason and Zack are running out dodging pillows.

-“Steve come here girl” “Zack we are not naming our dog Steve” “what about zordon?” “you wanna name my daughter after wall dad? How dare?” “you were about to name her Steve?!” “Personally i thik she looks like a Steve…” “Thank you billy”

-“Oh well if it isnt satan himself coming to visit my room when it does not belong here!” “Guys the cat isnt that bad”
“Billy do not speak on matters that do not concern you”

-“Who taught you savages to do the laundry?” “Trini relax.” “Relax? Jason, Isnt it bad enough my hair is pink but now my white tshirts are too because Zack put your shirts in with mine.”

-“Hey yellow, pink, your hell cat just attacked steve.”
“Do you dare slander my cats good name?! YOU CAN MEET ME IN THE PIT!!”

-They have color coded bath Towels. Zack likes to steal someone elses each week which isnt a problem until he struts out the bathroom in pink towels when Kim’s parents come to visit.

-“I know DAMN well i had last nights episode of Rupauls drag race recorded who DELETED IT?!?” “Sorry Zack that may have been me, but dont worry i have it recorded on my tv too” “Billy, you are my hero”

-Gato steals steves bed all the time and its the leading cause of argument in the house.

- “Satan’s spawn please, my daughters bed is too big for you and she cannot sleep in your small bed” hiss hiss “Okay that was rude” hiiiisss “TRINI! CONTROL YOUR SON AND GET HIM OUTTA MY DAUGHTERS BED RIGHT NOW”

-Fire alarm goes off at six in the morning. Multiple voices are heard screaming “KIM” from 4 seperate rooms

-She was just making toast.

Day One Hundred and Twenty-Nine

-A young girl informed her mother that she will be receiving seventy-five Hatchimals and “all of the gift cards in here” for this Christmas. Meeting a clairvoyant, as her wisdom proved her to be, opened a wide world of possibilities. Sadly, this world was quickly closed back up as my oracle at knee-height was carted away from me.

-A pen bent in half to form a ninety-degree angle was found on my counter, without even a trace of an origin. This is the First Sign.

-A young boy rolled up to me on a stellar set of Heelys to confirm the balance of a gift card. This absolute icon inspired me to finally get my skills up to snuff and wear my pair to work.

-I managed to show up to work in a pair of pants with a respectable-sized hole in the seat. Shortly after I arrived, I came to find that my coworker had a similarly shaped and positioned inconvenience themselves. I am deeply grateful that I was able to stop myself before commenting on our matching buttholes and falling down that inescapable rabbit hole.

-A man disputed the price of a movie, requesting I get a manager to do a price check, refusing to budge despite the line growing behind him. After this was resolved and he was proved incorrect, he stationed himself at the end of my lane, explaining to each passing guest the full tale of how my folly had caused the holdup.

-Immigrants are taking our jobs. The wage gap is a myth. Anyone can be rich if they’re not lazy, we live in a misandrist society, and Trump represents everyone’s best interests. Now that only middle-aged white men are still reading this, I would like to ask you all to please stop throwing your items at the conveyor belt or at me.

-As I drove to work, I noted a man leaping and skipping up the street in a very determined manner. Midway through my shift, the same man walked through the store, carrying himself in the same stiff yet exaggerated way. It wasn’t until he stopped dead in his tracks, frozen still, before animatedly starting to walk again that I realize the man was clearly a poorly-programmed NPC. It is hard to believe that all of the work our digital overlords have put into making the reality that is our world simply being a simulation has been entirely unraveled by this one isolated glitch. I now know The Truth and am ready to progress.

-I was very nearly witness to an all-out brawl to the death between a pair of guests, as a woman in her eighties voiced complaints about a man in his sixties’ slow couponing habits, and the man laughed in her face at every word. The most shocking part of all of this was, by far, the fact that I did not get yelled at, myself.

-A young girl picked up a glittery unicorn gift card and told her mom that she needed it, and that if she had it, she could buy anything in the store. This normally would not be so simple, but this keen-eyed youngster knew that this unicorn, like all unicorns; was imbued with a great deal of magic, and could have purchased any item. Luckily, her mother put the card back out of her reach before she could cripple the store’s entire financial security.

Fav MBMBaM Episodes

MBMBaM 309: Here Comes Ray Donovan - our boys struggle to ring joy out of 2016: PURGE 24/7!!! with a desperation that borders on hysteria.

MBMBam 259: Birthday Surprise Hole - no questions. no yahoos. the brothers just talk for an hour and you get to hear some funny stories from their youths.

MBMBaM 289: Ben Stiller’s Museum Nights - Travis says something that I will probably never forget as long as i live

MBMBaM 335: Rise of the Star King - some hilarious Santa talk goes down

MBMBaM 315: No Gods, No Kings, Only McCheese - starts off with some great olympics-themed goofs and stays very fun the whole ride

MBMBaM 340: Doritos-Blasted Crow - There’s an incredible munch squad in this one, and the discussion about blowing kisses at work always makes me smile

MBMBaM 300: The Three Hundredth One

MBMBaM 336: Twenty-Something-Teen - kind of like Birthday Surprise Hole, the brothers spend most of the episode coming up with a name for the new year (2017), saying sriracha a million times, and becoming Patrons of the Arts (the Fushigi Arts)

MBMBaM 323: How I Lost the Fateful Basketball Game to Mr. Carter - “Hi, welcome to the MBMBaM Boss Strategy Guide. We’re talking about fighting Shaq.”

MBMBaM 313: Bone Dry Feeners - idk why i find the Mannequin goofs so funny but i really do. also they decide that the Best Boy Grip is just a lucky boy movie productions keep around to ward off ghosts.

Let's fuck and get verbal

- moan when I enter you
- call me your daddy
- tell me how big I am
- let your face and eyes be mobile and expressive
- gasp, sigh, yelp, pant, moan
- tell me how deep inside you feel it
- when I pull it out, wiggle your hips at me and beg me to put it in again
- reach down with your hand to feel the point where I enter you, the girth of my shaft stretching you wide, my foreskin gliding back and forth as I thrust
- squeeze your hole around me and tell me you want my cum

In return, I will:
- moan when I enter you
- call you my boy
- tell you how great your snug little hole feels as it opens up for my cock
- let my face and eyes show the raw fucklust you’ve kindled in me
- gasp, sigh, pant, moan, and grunt as I get deeper and deeper into you, new textures and temperatures inside your hole pleasing me on every stroke
- tell you how deep inside you I’m getting
- pull it out and push it in again so we can both revel in the feeling of penetration
- hold your legs up and wide apart so we can both enjoy the view of my fat shaft splitting you open
- grunt and bellow out loud as I shoot my thick, sticky load deep inside your body

Sound like fun, boy?

6

Patrick Kane gets ‘too jacked up’. (x)

dutch gothic
  • You go to HEMA for office supplies. You go to HEMA for bed sheets. You go to HEMA for bread. You go to HEMA always, for everything, every day. There is no other shop. There is only HEMA.

  • You cycle to school. You cycle to HEMA. You cycle to your friends. You cycle to the big city closest to your tiny town. You cycle to the train station. You cycle to your grandparents. Your bike has broken down more times than you can count, yet, you keep cycling.

  • You take public transport to somewhere too far away to cycle. You’re inexplicably unnerved by this fact. You look out the window and you spot a mill on green stretches of land. You see another mill and another mill and another. You’re approaching the city center. Still, you see mills. You accept this, as everyone seems to do.

  • You enter Utrecht central station. You wonder if you are on an airport. You walk along the platforms, heading for platform 1. You don’t notice 6 and 10 and 13 are missing: no one ever does. And if they do, they don’t question this. Hours pass. You’re still walking toward platform 1. You thank god NS makes sure the trains are always late, so you’ll make it just in time. You arrive at the platform. “+10” it days on the sign. You sigh. You wait another 10 minutes and look again. “+20”, it says.

  • At the end of the basis school you take The Test. Your parents are more nervous than you. They tell you this Test dictates your entire future. The news tells you the same in a grave, slightly more ominous voice. You’re twelve years old.

  • When you’re in middelbare school, you notice the seniors suddenly disappear for approximately two weeks each year to perform a secret ritual in the largest room of the building. There are signs outside of this room warning you not to enter. You are frightened as the years pass, senior year coming increasingly closer; your fate uncertain as you finally enter the Forbidden Room. You cry. It’s the two most nerve-wrecking weeks of your life.

  • Everyone wants to go on holiday to the united states. Only a few chosen (read: rich) go. You ask them how it was and they tell you strange tales of shops other than HEMA, such as “target” and “costco”; of guns on display in supermarkets; how no one owns a bike. You stare, shaken, in disbelief and shock.

  • It’s the first real day of summer. It’s 20°C and kind of cloudy. You go to the beach. Everyone goes to the beach. You’re stuck in traffic for hours: everyone is headed for the same beach.

  • When you get to the beach, the water is cold as ice and there are jellyfish in the water. There are jellyfish on the sand. There are jellyfish in that shallow pool over there. There are jellyfish everywhere. You come back the next day. The jellyfish have vanished.

  • You’re sitting in the sun under a half broken windscreen. A few meters away, a boy is digging a hole. This means that the boy is german, you’ve learned. You look to your left. There, another german man digging a hole. And another. You smile ruefully. What would the beach be without germans digging holes? This is all very normal.

  • You go on holiday to another country. People think you’re german. You’ve accepted this. People always think you’re german. I’m Dutch, you say. They don’t understand. They laugh. You’re from germany right? They ask.

  • Stroopwafels seem to have built an international reputation. Foreigners adore them. You don’t understand. They’re cookies. Very good ones, yes. But the adoration for anything Dutch is something you cannot grasp.

  • There is a song about a guy named Herman reading in the newspaper that the man he’d sold his car to has crashed it and died. Everyone think Herman is dead, though. This makes him very happy. No one questions this fact. No one wonders if he tells his family he’s alive. No one asks who identified the body. Everyone knows the lyrics to this song.
Little Witch (Part 1)

Pairings: It’ll be a Peter x reader

word count: 1730

Requested:  Hey can you write one where the avengers go to recruit a girl they heard about? She lives in the deep woods and uses magic. When they find her they weren’t expecting someone so young since she’s only like 14-15. They start having second thoughts but she shows them that she can handle herself. She also wants revenge cause hydra killed her family trying to get to her.

A/N: I made the reader a little older and i hope it’s not a problem. I really liked the request and i have a big idea how to continue this. I hope you like it and if so let me know in order to post a Part 2 and maybe more ;) Enjoy (and sorry for the mistakes)

Originally posted by merlinemryspendragon


It was Saturday and everyone in the Avenger tower was finally able to relax. The whole week represented a lot of missions, hours of training and a serious lack of sleep. Today had to be their day off. Nat was trying to find an interesting film on the TV but for now with no luck. Steve was in his room immersed in his thought for the present again. Tony, as always, was doing something in his laboratory with Bruce but this time they weren’t eager to make a progress so fast, so they were mostly telling each other jokes rather than work. Clint and Vision, unusually, were cooking whatever they could think of while Peter, Wanda and Thor were ready to become tasters. Everything was going fine until a familiar and detestable sound reached their ears.

“Good morning, Avengers.”, said Colson, “How are you in this sunny and beautiful day?”

“Oh, hey Son of Col! We are perfect.”, Thor answered with a bright smile on his face.

Now everyone was in the living room looking at the man in a black suit showing on the huge TV.

“If you have to tell us something good then go on, if not…better fuck yourself.”

“Well, I’m glad to see you too, Romanoff.”, the man looked with a smile at the red-head and then turned again to the whole gang, “Okay, I will go to the main part. Three days ago something extraordinary happened in woods north of Minnesota.”, bellow him appeared some photos, “As you see, some of the trees are burnt but definitely not from a fire, and this one.”, a photo showing something like spikes coming from the ground became in view.

“What the hell is this?”, Peter exclaimed, “How is that even possible?”

“That’s what you have to find out.”

“What?! No!”, Tony said angrily. “No! Not going to happen! We have a day off, Colson!”

“I know you do, but it’s important. Given the fact it’s like 7km away from a Hydra base, it may be someone used for an experiment. And we need only three or four of you to go and check.”, the man announced.

“I’m in!”, Wanda said with no hesitations.

“Count me, too”, Clint raised his hand to show that he’s ready.

“And me.”

“Peter, you are not going.”, Tony declared.

“Why not? We only have to check what’s going on, that’s all.”

“He is right Tony, and I will go, too.”, Steve stated and the four of them received the needed information.

“I’m sick of Mr. Stark treating me like a kid.”, Peter breathed out as he and the other three avengers were getting in the helicopter.

“But you are a kid, Pete.”, Steve sat down and put his belt on. The others followed his actions and soon they were high above the ground.

“That’s not what I mean. I may be a kid as I am that young but I can look after myself. I can do things just like you guys. I want and I can become a hero. It seems he…he doesn’t want me to be one.”

“You know that’s not true.”, Wanda tried to calm the boy down, “He is just afraid. You and either I are new in all of this, but he, Steve and Clint are deep in this dangerous world and know what it costs to be a hero.”

“Wanda is right, boy. I share Stark’s thoughts but not completely. If you want to be a hero, you must know that you risk the lives of your beloved ones – family, friends, girlfriends… We all have experienced the feeling of losing someone; we just don’t want you to go through this at that young age.”, Clint said while checking his arrows.

“But don’t worry, we’ll be beside your back.”, Steve patted Peter’s shoulder and till the end of the flight nobody spoke.

Two hours later the group was finally at the mentioned place. There was no place for the helicopter to land so the heroes had to get down with the help of a rope.

“So…which direction should we go?”, Clint questioned as he, the last one, got on the hard ground.

“North.”, Steve looked at his compass to make sure he was right and then led the gang towards the destination.

“Why would somebody stay so deep In the woods?”, Peter decided to break the silence.

“I don’t think they are just staying there, Pete.”

“They are hiding.”, Wanda respond back.

“Why do you think so?”

“Colson said that there is a Hydra base in the distance…I think whoever managed to escape, is now terrified and…and angry.”

“How can you be so sure? Hydra probably sent out somebody to see if he can cooperate and serve them.”, the way Steve retorted back showed he had no good feeling towards the organization.

“Because I can feel it!”

“What do you mean?”, Peter was so confused given the fact he was new and didn’t have much information about the Hydra thing and Wanda’s powers.

“Sometimes I can either get in your head or memories, or feel your emotions.”

Steve was about to say something back as his anger has somehow unlocked but Clint was the one to stop them from a fight.

“Guys! We have a work to do and right now it’s in front of us.”, Hawkeye showed the previously seen spikes, which were like 10 meters away from them, “Can you solve your problems when we are back in the base, and I am away from your childish behavior?”

Wanda and Steve looked a little ashamed while Peter was still standing there with a stupid expression on his face while trying to figure the things out. While going to the strange and kind of a scary place the gang saw some burnt trees, others had a burnt hand mark on them, others were still up but their leaves were dry. As they were becoming closer a change in the temperature was felt.

“It wasn’t that hot minutes before. I’m sweating in this costume and now my body is itching like crazy.”, Parker announced as he began scratching.

“It’s coming from the inside.”

The spikes coming from the ground were making something like a dome. The sharp sides were touching at the top, while at the bottom they were forming a circle. This ‘structure’ was definitely made for some sort of protection.

“Maybe the person is inside this thing.”

“I will try to break it. Step back.”, Wanda commanded and then, using her magic, she broke one of the spikes. As she did so, another one grew but not upwards. Instead the spike with its sharp side directed at her body was about to kill her if it wasn’t Steve to save her.  They both fell on the ground while the others two tried to save themselves from the other deadly formations that suddenly appeared from the ground.  

“What the hell was that?!”, Clint exclaimed as he tried to catch his breath.

“I don’t know but we better find a way to…”, Peter was interrupted from Wanda’s scream to watch out. But his spider senses had already informed him about a danger. He jumped and used his webs to get on a high tree.  From up there he managed to notice the small aperture.

“I can get there and I will. Don’t try to stop me, we are losing time. When I get there you will attack and try to ruin this shield. Got it?”, the young boy notified the others through his micro earphone, “Let’s have some fun.”, Peter put his mask on and jumped from the tree. He landed just a meter away from the wanted place but as soon as his foots touched the spikes others began appearing. With his fastness he got in the hole seconds before getting seriously injured.

Although he has done it before, this time Peter made his superhero landing on his ass.

“Shit, that hurts.”, he cursed out but as soon as he did he was thrown against the strong wall made from the spikes.

“Tell me who the hell you are or I’ll kill you.”, a sweet, yet dry voice reached his ears. He looked up and saw a girl around his age standing defensive opposite him with a rage written on her face.

“I’m Pet-, shit! No, I’m Spiderman and I-”, but the boy was interrupted by being sent to the ‘wall’ again.

“You are lying! If Hydra is sending you, which I am sure about, you are gonna die in agony. They’ll finally see what I am capable of! That’s what they want, isn’t it?”, the girl screamed and clenched fists. Peter, who was thrown again, managed to see what she was doing and how she was capable of whisking him wherever she wanted. The guy soon realized she was a witch just like Wanda.

“I have no idea what you are talking about. We are here to help you”, as soon as those words were spoken, the girl was ready to make that boy shut up by repeating her previous actions but Peter was faster. He sent webs towards her hands, sticking them on one of the spikes. She tried to escape but with in vain. Peter used this opportunity to scan the girl. She was his height, with a (y/h/t) (y/h/c) hair, (y/e/c) now full with anger. Her clothes were dirty and scattered, her face slightly sunken maybe due to the lack of food.  

Suddenly the whole structure was hit and a part of it ruined down. The girl used this as an opportunity to go away and this time she managed. She began running but the boy shoot web at her and stopped her. The witch fell on the ground and looked at the four people standing meters away.

“I’ll kill you!”, she screamed and sent a stone towards the group. Wanda was the one to create a shield with her magic and protect her friends. The girl’s eyes widen as she saw that somebody had powers just as her.

“Stop attacking us and just listen!”, Wanda spoken calmly.

“We are here to help you, don’t need to be afraid.”, a man with a soft voice gave his hand to help her stand. The girl looked up and was met by a dirty blonde hair and kind blue eyes.

“C-captain America?”

Part 2 

5

Do you ever just look into someone’s eyes…

NEW DIRECTION

How Louis Tomlinson survived the break-up of the world’s biggest boy band and became his own man

The Observer Magazine 25 Jun 2017

Photographs ALEX BRAMALL Fashion editor HELEN SEAMONS

Coming out of a dissolving boy band must be a bit like being an entrant in one of those dystopian jungle fights –a Hunger Games- style event in which bandmates are scattered across an unknown terrain and challenged to slog their lonely route back to fame. Justin Timberlake, after NSync, enjoyed the unsporting edge of natural talent and crushed his former colleagues. Robbie Williams looked supreme in the Take That scrimmage, at least until Gary Barlow circled back, gathered up the other three, and made the fight a more compelling four- on- one. By the time One Direction announced they were to go on indefinite hiatus in 2015, many of us were familiar enough with the conventions of boy-band bloodsport to start picking favourites for the coming melee.

Harry Styles – charming, a grinner – was best placed to succeed on his own. Big-lunged Zayn Malik was already out of the band by that time and had used his head start to good effect, preparing a solo album that went to No 1. Liam Payne and Niall Horan – always second-tier members – were given middling chances. And ranked last in any serious analysis, the most fitfully appreciated member of One Direction, was Louis Tomlinson. Here was a combatant you might expect to find curled up in a fox hole on the battlefield, pale and chain-smoking.

It is in roughly this position I find the 25-yearold, one afternoon earlier this summer. Slender, tracksuited, a little wan under his manicured facial hair, Tomlinson sits on a garden bench outside the photographer’s studio and rewards himself with an entire pack of cigarettes. “I know, I know,” he says of the smoking. “It’s not great. But there’s so much hurry-up-and-wait in this job. It helps me get ready to go again.”

I’ve often wondered why the fringe members of boy bands do this to themselves. Why they gather themselves to “go again”. As Tomlinson acknowledges, in One Direction he was seen by some as “forgettable, to a certain degree”. “The others have always been… Like Niall, for example. He’s the most lovely guy in the world. Happy-go-lucky Irish, no sense of arrogance. And he’s fearless. There are times I’ve thought: ‘I’d have a bit of that.’ Zayn, back in the day. He could relate to me on a nerves level. In the first year we were both the least confident. But Zayn has a fantastic voice and for him it was always about owning that. Liam always had a good stage presence, same as Harry, they’ve both got that ownership. Harry comes across very cool. Liam’s all about getting the crowd going, doing a bit of dancing…” And then there’s you. “And then there’s me.” Tracks from Tomlinson’s solo record have been playing inside the studio. They’re modest, rather lovely pop songs that in their quiet way seem to acknowledge his underdog status. Tomlinson lights another cig. “You know I didn’t sing a single solo on the X Factor,” he says, recalling the time back in 2010, when One Direction were first put together as a band on the ITV reality show. “A lot of people can take the piss out of that. But when you actually think about how that feels, standing on stage every single week, thinking: ‘What have I really done to contribute here? Sing a lower harmony that you can’t really hear in the mix?” He guesses, smiling wryly, that in those months he was best known as “The kid wearing espadrilles, stood in’t back.”

Not the best singer, not the high-energy guy, not the dude, Tomlinson discovered he was the one in the band who was most tuned into backstage logistics – the one who paid attention when “the 20th approval form” was passed around for a signature. “And if there was any bad news that needed giving to the label I’d always be designated to have the argument.” Later this would lead to Tomlinson founding a small record label of his own, Triple String, and to starting a side project managing a girl band. In his day job with One Direction, meanwhile, he toured the world, released five albums and amassed a large, equal-parts fortune like the rest of the boys. Somewhere en route, Tomlinson says, he found his feet as a performer. “In the last year of One Direction I was probably the most confident I ever was. And then it was: ‘OK, hiatus!’”

Tomlinson argued against it, he says, when the band first sat down to discuss separation. “It wasn’t necessarily a nice conversation. I could see where it was going.” Tomlinson remembers his instinctive assumption being simple. He would step away – try writing for other people, keep his label going, wait the “two years, five years, whatever it be” until One Direction reformed. “If you’d asked me a year or 18 months ago: ‘Are you going to do anything as a solo artist?’ I’d have said absolutely not.”

What changed? If the management stuff made you happy, I say, why not sit back and focus on that? “But then I’d be conceding,” he says. Conceding to who? To what? He waves his hand in the air. He could mean anything:

Niall is the most lovely guy, Zayn has the voice, Harry is very cool, Liam gets the crowd going… And then there’s me

I honestly think they’ll write books about One Direction fans. They are so fanatical. The intensity. It’s remarkable

history, bandmates, doubters, the press. Tomlinson is quiet for a while and eventually says: “I’m trying to work out why it is that I’m [doing this], now that you’ve asked that question.” He fidgets and trials a few answers that run out of steam. “It’s frustrating, because I know what I want to say and I can’t articulate it.” He pats for his lighter. The odds are against this tilt, Tomlinson seems to understand. But as we start to talk through his reasons for at least trying, I find myself hoping that this Last Directioner makes an unlikely go of it after all.

pop industry has an ineREASON ONE . TH E luctable momentum, and the star who begins something ( like a skier inching off a hilltop) can quickly find themselves bound to ride out whatever thrills and trials comes next. Tomlinson gives the example of how he first became famous. Born in Doncaster in 1991 he was raised by his mother, Johannah Deakin, and later also by her new partner Mark Tomlinson. He was 16 when he went to his first X

Factor audition. Prompt rebuff. A year later he made it into the audition process, but still nowhere near the part where ambitious young singers are briskly embraced or condemned by that great gatekeeper of celebrity, Simon Cowell. In 2010 Tomlinson, twice unlucky, gave the auditions a final try.

“I told myself I’ve just got to get to Simon, get his opinion, that’s all my ambition was. Then all of a sudden everything changed. To my friends in Doncaster I would always say [getting into the band] was the most incredible thing that happened to me. And it was. But it happened when I was already having the best year of my life. I was 17, 18, just started driving, didn’t need fake ID any more, going to house parties. That’s the time. That’s the age. And to a certain degree… ‘Having it taken away’ is the wrong phrase. But there was a price to pay.”

He says his current efforts as a soloist came about in similar fashion. In 2016, Tomlinson had become a father. (His son, Freddie, “who I love so much”, was born after a brief relationship with a Californian stylist called Briana Jungwirth.) He had some other personal matters to work through and in the summer he went on holiday to Las Vegas to blow off steam. At a club the American DJ Steve Aoiki was playing. Tomlinson, giddy with delight from Aoiki’s set, suggested to the DJ they try writing something together. In career terms, he had inched off the hill again, without necessarily considering the gradient of the slope.

A few months later, Tomlinson says, a single he’d written with Aoiki was being rolled out for release through One Direction’s old record label, Syco. Tomlinson was booked in to perform it on live TV. “And I was, like: ‘Did I really think this through?’”

Which leads Tomlinson to reason two. He’s well aware he was fast-tracked into his music career. That, as a part of One Direction, he was only a piece of a “heavy machine”. And as a self-aware northerner, from a proudly working class family, this has left Tomlinson with residual guilt to answer about wealth and status that do not feel to him fully earned. “And I know, I know it sounds ungrateful. But I think about a man, on a nine-to-five, working his arse off for six months so he can go to his family and say: ‘Guys, I’m taking you to Disneyland.’ That moment… I’ll never have that in my family life. And I’ve worked hard. But I’ve never worked hard, not like that.”

Tomlinson says he has already sweated more for this record than any before. When you’re putting together material as a soloist, he says, you quickly learn that those hot-shot collaborators who once dribbled to work with One Direction no longer pick up the phone

so readily. “I couldn’t say to you now that I could definitely get a superstar writer in a session with me. And I understand that.” Tomlinson adds, with no real vinegar: “Harry won’t struggle with any of that.”

In their One Direction days, no question, Styles got the most attention. But all the boys had their devotees and Tomlinson wants to prove to his own fans – reason three – that he’s been worth the backing all these years. “I honestly think they’ll write books about One Direction fans,” Tomlinson says. “Because they are so fanatical. The intensity. It’s remarkable.”

Tomlinson cannot talk about it with me, not without getting into muddy legal waters, but there was recently a difficult episode involving a small crowd of fans at an airport in LA. He was travelling with his partner, Eleanor Calder, who is viewed with some distrust by the fiercest corps of Louis fans. Video footage seems to show Calder being surrounded and attacked by a group of girls. Tomlinson, unable to discuss the matter, says to me more generally that he hopes his new music will reveal to fans a more complete version of himself than before. “Honestly, it’s crazy. It’s hard for a lot of people who are fanatical to believe that you are a real entity and a person.”

Which brings us to reason four. Reason four Tomlinson discusses with caution. Reason four he enshrouds with disclaimers: that it is not his intention to tell “a sob story”, that “I don’t like people feeling sorry for me”. Reason four concerns his mum.

Johannah Deakin was diagnosed with leukaemia in early 2016. Tomlinson had been worried his luck would run out; that having been “dealt that amazing hand” to squeak into the last berth in One Direction, he was due some sort of equalising blow. And he gives a bleak little laugh when he recalls where he was when the terrible phone call came. “At Jamie Vardy’s wedding of all places. Talk about your places, for something super-traumatic. My mum told me, uh, yeah, that she was definitely terminal.”

They were unusually close. He recalls how she was often one step ahead “because she had the password to my email”. It was an intimacy he attributes to them being close in age. “I remember the day I lost my virginity. I hadn’t even told any of my mates and I was, like: ‘Mum? I know this is really weird. But I’ve got to tell you…’ I remember thinking this is a bizarre conversation to be having with your mother. But it’s testament to how comfortable she made me.”

When Deakin died, in December 2016, Tomlinson was only days away from the live gig he’d agreed to do on the X Factor. “I remember saying to her: ‘Mum, how the fuck do you expect me to do this now?’ And she didn’t swear much, my mum. She’d always tell me off for swearing. And this time she was like: ‘You’ve got to fucking do it, it’s as simple as that.’ It was football manager, team talk stuff.’” The footage of Tomlinson’s performance that weekend is hard to watch. When he first appears on the X Factor stage he looks rigid, almost plastic, with grief. He’s clearly able to lose himself in the three-minute drama of a pop song. And after that the colour drains right back out of his face.

Tomlinson smokes for a bit. He says: “I’m not gonna claim this is all for me mum. But it was definitely… It was…”

He thinks. Throughout his life, he says, his mum always had greater belief in him than he did. “Sometimes my reservation, or my confidence, might have prevented me from doing something. And I’ve needed a mum in the past to kick me up the arse and go: ‘You’re doing it.’”

The boy bander has his reasons, then. “I’ve enjoyed this,” he says. “An opportunity to talk super openly. Not, y’know, answer questions about who my favourite superhero is. I don’t feel I get that many chances.”

The pile of cigarette butts in front of him has mounted to quite a height. Tomlinson, seeming to notice it for the first time, mutters: “Sorry. I’ve been chaining.” His mum hated smoking, he says. Then he smiles. “Though I remember she had the occasional cigarette herself.”

He taps his lighter on the table and asks what I make of everything he’s said. “Do you think your readers are still gonna wonder: ‘Why doesn’t he just not do it?’”

I’m not sure, I tell him, trying to be honest. But let’s see.

The day I lost my virginity, I hadn’t even told any of my mates, and I was, like: ‘Mum? I know this is weird but I’ve got to tell you…’

Louis’s new single ‘Back To You’ featuring Bebe Rexha and Digital Farm Animals is coming soon

Letters to the broken boy

I see you very rarely, your depression makes you retreat into your cocoon surrounded with writing and things that calm you down.
I see you, I know depression is never personal, but I still miss you.

I miss our weird, energy infused, interesting conversations, where we could just talk for hours and hours without stopping.

I miss us.

You call me by a very specific nickname that makes me feels like a galaxy, all bright and far away.

You think I am too young, and that I look too young, that I feel too young.

How is it that I understand that you’re chasing a girl who will pull you down even further than you already are, in a deep bottomless pit that has become your life these past days?

How much longer can you make it while providing someone with love unconditionally, irrevocably and not expecting anything in return?

This is a letter to the boy who can always pull on my heartstrings, make me breathe a little shallower and make the possibility of an infinity seem a little less impossible.

I could make you feel like the ocean, powerful and wild, beautiful and free.

I could make you feel like the cosmos have descended to kiss your skin, and only your skin.

I could make you feel like the king of the seven continents.

I could make you feel like the keeper of my caged heart, aching to be set free.

You are a diamond in a sea of mud, you are unique, beautiful and breathtaking.

You shine and shine and shine,

And I get more intrigued every time,

Your voice can bring the sun down to its knees everyday, and your laugh can fill me with warmth and sunlight, filtering through my own cracks and crevices.

Here’s to the broken boy who makes me feel like galaxies sometimes and black holes the other,

Thanks for making me feel whole, even if you can’t make yourself feel whole.

holes (2003) is an amazing film for a million reasons and one of them is that in manages to represent ant-black racism in a pg-13 film as something that’s prominent in both the fabric of american history and shaping contemporary society WITHOUT using a single racial slur, or gratuitously violent scene like a massive part of the plot revolves around racial profiling, lynching and unjust criminalization - the way mr sir, the counselor and the wardern treat armpit, x-ray and zero is much harsher than the way they treat the non-black boys to the point where they’re entirely prepared to let zero die in the desert instead of looking for him, stanley manages to get away with a lot of things he is blamed for while the black boys are deprived of their shower privileges also it is worth noting that the film makes the point that (in the flashbacks) katherine (a white woman) is not prosecuted for being with sam, who is killed for it (because he is a black man) despite it being a consensual relationship between them both and the reason this is so amazing is because this is a KIDS film that dealt with these themes and did so with respect and a happy ending and i love that

I’m sure someone has done this before but please consider a Marichat/Adrienette Tarzan AU where Adrien grows up in the jungle, but instead of being raised by apes, he’s found by black panthers. He finds a snarky brother figure in Plagg, runs around the jungle like a panther, swift and agile and stealthy in the night. He knows he’s different from his brother, but he doesn’t know why. He has seen humans, and though he seems to have the same kind of head and arms and torso and legs as them, he doesn’t look like them, he doesn’t think he’s one of them, not really. The colors of his skin and hair are unlike the other humans hunting in the jungle, with their dark bodies painted and their sharpened spears pointed at Adrien’s animal brothers.

One day he stumbles on the crash site and finds the plane. Plagg somewhat tries to steer him away, but Adrien is drawn to the strange jagged metal. He slinks into the plane and finds a photograph–though he doesn’t really know what a photograph is, he’s innately sharp enough to work out that it’s some kind of painting. He’s elated to find that the humans on it look quite like himself, not like the other hunting humans he’s seen. One of the humans on the photo is a tall man with short silver hair and intelligent eyes, and the other is a woman long flowing hair and a gentle smile. Adrien’s heart pangs at the sight of them, though he doesn’t know why. And then there’s another human, a cub–a baby–sitting on the woman’s lap. This little human has fluffy hair, and bright eyes… It eerily looks like Adrien himself, when as a boy he used to look at the clear, still water of the watering hole before the other animals came in.

With a jolt Adrien realizes what the photograph is, and what the destroyed state of the plane means. He looks at Plagg, so many questions hammering in his chest but nothing getting past his throat. Plagg says nothing, but, in a rare show of affection, rubs the top of his head on Adrien’s shoulder.

Meanwhile, Marinette has been sent into the jungle to cook for a scientific expedition. While Mme. Mendeleiev is mostly a camper, she’s too busy doing science things to eat, much less prepare meals, thus the need for a cook. And while Mme. Mendeleiev is an intense, rather acidic personality, Marinette is given time to walk around the perimeter of the camp and sketch. One day she dares to stray a bit farther than she usually does, and chances upon a ladybug resting on a leaf. She very carefully hunkers down on her belly to inspect it before it flies away. With keen eyes, she commits the scene to memory: the exact shade of red, the number of spots, the way the light fell on the trees, and the green, green eyes in the shadows– 

Marinette gasps, freezing in place. For several moments, nothing moves, not even the air nor the little ladybug resting on the leaf. And then the body that owns the green eyes inches forward. Her heart pounding against her ribs and the ground below, Marinette drinks in the sight of the figure before her. Dirtied hands, lean but strong arms, fair but slightly tanned human skin, dazzling golden hair, and the most curious green eyes Marinette has ever seen.


Edit: Aaaand I’ll be putting all related drabbles and things in the #feral!adrien au tag.

  • me: *flips to Trevor or Michael*
  • me: ok you trash hoes time to steal a golf buggy and drive 90mph down the freeway, riddled with bullet holes from the 10 cop cars chasing me
  • me: *flips to franklin*
  • me: *spends a half hour meticulously selecting his outfit, making sure he is patched up and healthy, only steals the finest of sports cars, gets him home by 10pm* because you're worth it

in honor of father’s day i present to you all

DARTH SIDIOUS: GALAXY’S WORST DAD

this is all just from the comics for whatever reason 

it’s because the comics are the easiest to screencap


exhibit A: maul

that’s, uh, a funny way to describe kidnapping, sheev

mother talzin has a different take on maul’s… adoption. (see? KIDNAPPING.)

(… for the record, talzin is not the best mother, either. )

nothing wrong with forcing your illegally acquired son to do your weird sith drugs, right

… alright that’s just straight-up not okay

and neither is this

no wonder maul turned out… the way he turned out. honestly i’m a little surprised he didn’t turn out worse.


exhibit B: anakin skywalker

sheev literally orders mace and obi-wan to leave him alone with anakin, which definitely isn’t a red flag at all (anakin stop looking at him like that he’s trying to ruin your life)

“‘my son’” … i wish i could feel anything other than DISGUST right now get the fuck away from my very young and impressionable boy you creep

RED FLAGS RED FLAGS RED FLAGS RED FLAGS

can someone please take babykin back to the temple and wrap him up in 10000 jedi cloaks and keep him away from sheev forever please and thank you

“oh hey it’s been a traumatizing time for my son lately, what he needs is nice big helping of MORE TRAUMA”

slam-dunking sheev into that big hole in ROTJ must have felt so good


in conclusion: please keep any and all children away from darth sidious 2kforever