Ryan: I was just thinking the chEESe shop *giggling*
Brendon: RYAN WILL YOU GET OVER CHEESE WHIZ I SWEAR TO GOD DO YOU HAVE A CHEESE FETISH OR SOME SHIT BECAUSE I’M NOT IMPRESSED, YOU LITTLE RYAN. IM NOT INTO YOUR CHEESE FETISH AND IM NOT TRYING TO KINK SHAME BUT THIS HAS BECOME A PROBLEM. YOU NEED TO GET HELP WHETHER OR NOT YOU ACCEPT THIS AND I AM GOING TO HELP YOU OVER YOUR CHEESE CRISIS. I DO NOT ACCEPT WHATEVER YOU HAVE BECOME BUT I WILL TRY TO HELP YOU. MAYBE YOU WILL CONVINCE ME BUT I HIGHLH DOUBT THAT. I DONT UNDERSTAND YOUR LIFESTYLE BUT I MAY TRY TO UNDERSTAND IT. I DID NOT ACCEPT IT IN THE PAST BUT HOPEFULLY I WILL ACCEPT IT IN THE FUTURE. BUT UNTIL THEN, PLEASE LET THE DAMN CHEESE WHIZ GO. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME.
“i mean, it’s a little steep for a picture frame,” yuuri says, but it’s nothing like the stupid money victor usually spends on things. he has no idea why victor came in looking like a dog that got in the garbage with his tail between his legs.
“right, yes,” victor says. “a single picture frame.”
he does not tell yuuri he bought one for each of the two-hundred guests attending their wedding that will have a glossy photo of them inside each one.
“victor, this is the third lamp you’ve brought home this week. i think we need to have an intervention.”
victor knows yuuri likes whiskey, and he knows ‘yama’ means mountain, and he just wants to show off, even if it is $450. maybe they can sit by the fire in the matching monogrammed robes victor also got for them drinking a finger each before victor fucks him deep and slow.
yuuri drinks the entire bottle in a night and blows him on the floor of the kitchen, and it’s even better.
“it was my mothers,” victor tries.
“no it wasn’t, i saw the receipt you tried to bury in the trash,” yuuri says. “oh my god, victor.”
Aaliyah how can one deal with heartbreak. Dealing with the fact that they are being rejected and abandoned by someone they were once intimate with. How can one become the best version of themselves by learning from the situation instead of dwelling...I'm sure this is where self love kicks in, any advice pls. I love you ✨🌹
I guess everyone deals with things differently, but just because a relationship ends doesn’t mean someone doesn’t love themselves. Life is full of endings, if it has a birth, then ultimately it has a death. We can’t constantly blame ourselves for something that is inherent within nature. If you tried the best you could, then you did what was required of you. All relationships are lessons, that also includes non-romantic relationships. Just because through our limited perceptions it appears that something has failed, doesn’t mean we did. We had the experience, now we must learn from the pain and transform it into wisdom. People’s suffering doesn’t come from the pain itself, but the identification with pain. Things that are temporary, are not supposed to last forever. Everything within this world is temporary.
Never look to something outside of yourself to give life meaning, that’s a recipe for a life of depression and anxiety. Everything that is eternal is internal, it is to be found within. As it is said:
“While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.” - 2 Corinthians 4:18
“The wise know that illusion is impermanent and only the eternal is real.” - Bhagavad Gita
People’s issues are always spiritual, they’re never just simply of this illusionary physical world. People have so many problems regarding love because they don’t know what love is. Love to them is with conditions, it fits a criteria, it has to meet their desires, these are all man made concepts. True love is unconditional, universal, qualitative, infinite in depth, has no beginning and has no end. So it’s merely impossible to give love, let alone receive it, if we do not know what love is. Love is our true nature, it’s a divine quality of the soul, for it is an attribute of God. People don’t know love because they don’t know their own soul, they don’t know their own soul because they choose to not know God by remaining in ignorance. “You cannot know the meaning of your life until you are connected to the Spirit that created you!…You have to know your spirit, for without knowing your spirit, you cannot know truth” - Shri Mataji
We have to develop spiritually. Without developing spiritually we’ll just go round and round in circles. The Ego has a new dilemma, there’s always another problem to deal with. We need to go beyond our own self which is ignorance, and surrender to that which is bigger than ourselves. You cannot develop by looking at yourself, only by that which is above you, otherwise there’d be nowhere to rise to. You are surrendering yourself to everything that is good. God is the most infinite form of love, the deepest form of compassion, the brightest light. In God includes all things, nothing exists outside of The Divine. When you love God, you love everything in existence, that includes yourself. God alone suffices.
Desire, revenge, hatred, deception, judgement/gossip, jealousy etc do the soul no good, it poisons us to the point where it quite literally makes us ill. Desire brings forth more desire, a greed that is never satisfied, leaving us with nothing but anxiety. When we take revenge on another, we take revenge on ourselves. Hating another as an act of hating ourselves. Where it appears another has deceived us, we have deceived ourselves. If we’re too busy judging people, we have no time to love them. If we choose to live in jealousy, how can we enjoy and receive the blessings of life. All of this has a solution…Forgiveness. A loving compassionate heart knows forgiveness well, forgiveness heals all wounds, it allows us to let go of the pain and stops us from creating more. Forgiveness is truly the greatest strength and only those that choose to be strong forgive.
The secret to healing from all things is forgiveness. You tried your best, you did what was required of you, now it’s time to heal and let it go. “The pain will leave, once it has finished teaching you” the lesson is always forgiveness. Forgiveness is only born from a heart filled with love and compassion. Love and compassion is the end to all suffering, the true purpose of life.
In our moment of helplessness, we realise how powerless the mind ultimately is. It is in these moments that all we have left is humility, we are humble enough to admit that we don’t have the answers and we need help. Divine intervention. This is what surrender is, it is allowing ourselves to be helped, to be empowered, to be truly loved. I guess my ultimate answer is: don’t ask me what to do, another being like yourself, but ask God. God knows you intimately and more profoundly then you could ever know. God knows how to love you, so just surrender and allow yourself to be loved!
I love you, God bless! May you be healed and empowered, guided along the right path towards the everlasting light✨😊🌹❤
Ryan Bergara is a normal sixteen year old boy who just so happens to love the supernatural and has a knack for ghost hunting. Shane Madej is the new boy in town who just so happens to be a demon sent from Lucifer himself. Shane’s mission? Stop Ryan Bergara at all costs – or at least, try. Ryan has some evidence he has no business having, and he’s getting real close to unlocking something about the devil that Lucifer doesn’t want to see the light of day. Shane befriends Ryan quickly, and eventually Ryan trusts him enough to take him ghost hunting with him. But will everything be ruined when Shane starts to develop an actual attachment to Ryan? With his luck, of course it will.
A: go easy on me please, it’s my first time writing fanfic of any kind and i’m trying really hard b/c i love these two suckers so much. rn it’s just a plain highschool!au but i promise it will get spooky soon. enjoy <3
“Ryan –” Jen bounds up the school’s steps, Kelsey and Zach by her side. Once her dear friend doesn’t answer, she tries again. “Ryan –” Nothing. “Ryan –” How can he be this distracted? Really, how? “Ryan!” That one comes from Kelsey, who was steadily getting more and more annoyed while Jen tried to get Ryan’s attention patiently; the thing was, Kelsey wasn’t patient. Kelsey’s impatience works, Ryan’s head snaps up from his laptop, eyes slightly narrowed and irritation clear across his face.
“What?” He snaps, eyes moving from Jen, to Kelsey, then to Zach, and his face softened. Zach looked uncomfortable, and Ryan simply sighed, head moving back to Kelsey. He couldn’t get mad now, not at his friends – he knew it was his fault for ignoring them, anyway.
If My people, who are called by My name, will humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land.2 Chronicles 7:14 The situation in the nations of the world cannot be solved by human means, we need Divine intervention and healing, to bring our nations to what God wants for them. Here’s what we ought to do: 1. Humble ourselves. 2. Pray- Lift our nation to God’s throne of grace. Bring the issues facing our nation before Jesus, who is mighty to save. Pray for the rulers of our land and for peace. For God’s will to be done. 3. Seek God’s face- Let’s turn to Him whole heartedly and seek His face. 4. Turn from our wicked ways- Then, GOD WILL HEAR from heaven, He will FORGIVE OUR SINS and HEAL OUR LAND.
At this point I think our only hope for Antoine to cut the mop off (or at least style it a bit and condition that fried hair) is if a NBA player told him to. So if any of you have contact with a NBA star, we need your intervention. Thank.
Yo imagine if like, for a long time Orion had been working up the gumption to tell Megatron how he felt but it ended up coming out at literally the worst time? And the situation doesn’t wrap up all pretty with a bow on top, no, Megatron is basically something like: “What the FUCK Orion, don’t tell me heavy shit like that I am way too pissed/stressed rn!” because life isn’t a romcom and whatnot.
So picture the immediate aftermath of that fateful day before the council. Orion had onlined that morning thinking: “Yes. Today is the day– I will say it. We will all be so proud, and then I’ll just… tell him.” (Woo yes honey, breathe Orion, you got this bby.)
But then, shit, Orion comes out of that meeting long after Megatron stormed away. Their talks went on for so long it’s already dark outside. They want him to become a candidate for the Primacy. They want him to… no, this isn’t how it’s supposed to be! He can’t do this…right? He can’t…
He didn’t know what he was expecting, but somehow a tiny portion of his spark had hoped Megatron would stick around for him, sulking out of sight in the shadows. He could really use some support right now.
But Megatron isn’t there.
Orion has a good idea of where to find him however, and sets off to their usual place. He needs to tell him; he needs to tell him… so many things…
But when he gets there, Soundwave stands up and blocks his path.
“Soundwave, what is the meaning of this?” Orion says, careful not to show his frustration.“I must speak to Megatronus.”
“Orion Pax: untrustworthy.” Soundwave replies, unwavering. Orion swears he can hear a hint of bitterness in his tone. Despite this, he squares himself, standing up straighter to better look Soundwave in the… faceplate. (To the best of his ability)
“Soundwave. Please.” Orion says evenly, “It is important.”
“Important.” Megatron snorts and parrots mockingly somewhere behind Soundwave.
“Our values are vastly different, Orion Pax. What you deem as ‘important’ is, quite frankly, of no interest to me right now.”
Orion has nothing to say to that. He knows he shouldn’t press, so he waits for whatever Megatron will say next.
“…I should have known.” Seeing this becoming a conversation, Soundwave steps aside enough so that Orion can see Megatron, but does well to keep a servo in place to prevent access.
“I should not have expected the council to see so far beyond their own cast. Entitlement has bred ignorance–”
“–And ignorance has bred fear, misunderstanding…” Orion supplies. It’s a bad move on his part because Megatron’s helm shoots up to glare at him from where he is seated.
“Misunderstanding or not, my message was clear. This is quite the setback. I see now that the council cannot be reasoned with…”
“–What are you still doing here? It isn’t enough that you’ve gained your council’s favor? Go home, Orion Pax.” Megatron’s words are firm and biting, and though he had been prepared for some backlash it still causes Orion to pause for a moment.
“… Megatron that was never my inten–”
“Then what WAS your intention, Pax? What did you think would happen when you undermined me in front of the council??”
“I was trying to help!” Orion clenched his servos reflexively, taking a step in emphasis only for his chassis to come in contact with Soundwave.
“Don’t be a fool Megatron; though your message was sound, your delivery… it was not sitting well with them. I saw that we needed an intervention, I saved the cause!” What possessed him to shout back like that, Orion may never know, but he is quite sure that he has never felt his spark sink so fast and so far when Megatron gets up and starts to walk towards him, ever so slowly. Like an awakened predator.
He never thought he would see those optics so cold.
When he reaches him, Megatron leans down so that they are optic to optic; Orion lets out a shuddering exvent he hadn’t realized he was holding and Soundwave dismisses himself. They hold each other’s gaze for a few long kliks before Megatron breaks the silence with a low, venomous growl.
“…Have you come to gloat, son of Iacon?”
“Then what is it?”
“I– because, you–”
“–Why are you here?!?”
“BECAUSEILOVEYOU!!!” Orion immediately gasps and slaps a servo to his intake. No, he didn’t… scrap. SCRAP, no, not like this!!
“No, I… w-what I meant to say was… the council, since they– well, we can work with this! We can come up with a plan, I can work on the inside. W-we can–”
“–Go. HOME, son of Iacon.” Megatron’s optics flare in emphasis, his unspoken emotions are pretty clear. He can’t deal with this right now, there are far more important things. It’s unnecessary, it’s inappropriate, it’s–
“–Megatron…” Orion reaches for him, pleading with his optics for some sort of support, some reassurance.
Things Megatron cannot provide him with.
He swiftly straightens, watching Orion’s expression and extended servo fall.
“Go back to your council and warn them if you so desire.” Megatron says, turning sharply and heading back towards his seat. He pauses only a moment, clenching his servos even tighter and speaking over his shoulder.
“My war is coming for them.”
He doesn’t turn around until he has heard Orion’s retreat. Megatron looks on at his friend’s receding form, outlined and illuminated by moonlight. Perhaps, another time, perhaps… if things were different…
He shakes his helm. No. The time for daydreaming is over– no longer will he write poems of emotional turmoil and social reform– now it is time to act. He grabs a cube of high grade, watching the horizon.
“And for Pits sake, Orion.” He adds to himself, so quiet not even Soundwave can make it all out:
you did it with Ryan, and kind of mentioned it with the one about them being kids on Los santos at the same time but could you consider team nice dynamite being a thing before the fahc?
a horrifying catastrophe. Not so much terrifying rumour as neon
warning sign; the epitome of collateral damage, less interested in
taking over the world than they are burning it to the ground.
met when they were almost painfully young, when Gavin comes all the
way to America to work with a crew only to find that they’d
misrepresented themselves. Had sold him on a single job, with the
possibility of discussing more work, when in reality they had no
intention off letting him go. It’s a big gang, nasty, and while they
covert his talents they clearly think Gavin is otherwise more or less
harmless; quick and clever but easily cowed. There’s an argument,
some unfortunate unpleasantness, then a week or two of waiting for
some violent action, some futile stand. When it doesn’t come they
know they’ve got him, crew leaders more smarmy and self-satisfied
than ever as Gavin slinks about the base with drooping shoulders and
a permanent guard.
had been working with the crew, not really a full member yet – they
were stringing him along, making him prove himself over and over and
he wasn’t exactly rushing the process along. He’d gotten involved
without knowing enough about them, young and eager to make his mark,
only realising his predicament when it was too late to just walk
away. It’s not the way things are done with this kind of crew, and
Michael resigns himself to hunting for someone bigger and badder to
align with or risk catching a bullet to the back of the head.
didn’t know what was happening with the British kid until the
fallout, and honestly he didn’t really care. Made him respect the
crew less, made him more eager than ever before to trade up and get
gone, but he’s no one’s hero and anyone dumb enough to take an offer
from Los Santos at face value, swallow the promise of some kind of
utopian partnership from strangers across the sea, deserves what they
get. The fact that Gavin seemed interesting, weird and bright and
funny before the carpet was pulled out from under him definitely
doesn’t haunt Michael’s thoughts. Doesn’t make him consider breaking
them both out – he can’t go carrying deadweight after all, and
anyone who crumbles this quickly will never be an asset. It’s just
sad really, kind of pathetic, and Michael does his level best to stay
away from him. Doesn’t want to watch Gavin shrink into an obedient
shadow, or worse, make a friend only to abandon him in this hellhole
when the opportunity to leave finally presents itself.
he failed to anticipate was the fact that Gavin doesn’t fold like a
house of cards, doesn’t resign himself to a new life or kill himself
trying to get away. He doesn’t even make a quiet escape, slip out in
the dead of night when even his guards are asleep, oh no. This, it
turns out, would be America’s first taste of Gavin’s furious wrath,
and they couldn’t have been less prepared.
kept himself apart Michael was the only one who noticed it happening,
the only one who recognised the source of the slow destabilisation of
the crew, the surprising origin of countless petty fights and ever
growing tempers. He watches Gavin’s idle chatter seep out, tracks the
path of poisonous rumours as they spread throughout the crew, and
says nothing. Gavin turns harmless words into knives, bows his head
to hide a vicious smirk as he talks the crew into gutting itself and
Michael, who tried so hard not to look, suddenly can’t look away.
down the leaders doesn’t take all that much, in the end; when there’s
nothing connecting them but violence and power there is no true
loyalty, they’re each as paranoid and selfish as each other and all
too willing to believe the others might plot against them. It was
terrifying, morbidly beautiful, but not quite enough. Not when
they’re armed and Gavin isn’t, free when Gavin isn’t, not when
eventually they’re going to put two and two together and maybe Gavin
is prepared to go down with this ship, die knowing they cannot
recover from what he made them do, but Michael’s not done yet. More
than ready to stop sitting on the bench, to exercise his itchy
trigger finger, not quite prepared for the most interesting thing
thats ever happened to him to end so soon.
not even that difficult, really, not with the whole crew fractured
and dwindling, when everyone’s too busy pointing fingers at each
other to look for threat from the distant outsider. Michael’s let
them think little of him for far too long for them to worry about him
now, and it’s the last mistake they’ll ever make. What Gavin ruined
Michael destroys, neatly foreshadowing the future of their
two stay together even once they leave, recognise each other for what
they are, kindred souls, matching violence in their smiles, chaos in
their blood. The flame and the gasoline, inseparable once combined,
delighting in devastation. The reckless carelessness of youth
combined with near heartless violence results in a dangerous kind of
confidence, flippant and self absorbed, interested in nothing outside
their own amusement, refusing to accept the possibility of any line
they shouldn’t cross, any difficulty they cannot overcome. What could
stop them now that they’re together? What could anyone do but get out
of their way? Gavin talks them into fortunes, Michael tears them out
of trouble and they both revel in the mayhem they leave in their
wake. Relish the ability to do whatever they like whenever they like
with no unwanted master pulling their strings.
that no one is interested; their reputation precedes them and
everyone from big crews to wanna-be somebodies have recognised their
potential. Bar some serious behavioural issues they’re basically the
dream team if anyone could keep them. Clever, violent, entirely
amoral and quick on their feet, appealingly loyal and young enough
that they should have been easy to manage if only they could be
convinced to care about anything outside of each other, outside of
playing and performing and planning the next wild adventure.
almost shakes them apart, sometimes, that need to do something
drastic. Something grand and unforgivable, cataclysmic. Chasing after
any flashy thing that catches their attention, forever wanting bigger
and more thrilling but lacking any real direction. It has them at
each others throats as often as not but they always pull it together
in the end, unshakable affection winning out over frustration every
damn time, and woe to any who tried to capitalise on their momentary
troubles. Who try to pull one away, encourage the rift, who think
this priceless opportunity rather than a minor bump in the road.
more harmless opportunists, the ones who just try to sell their own
grandeur, to recruit Michael and Gavin, or worse, one or the other
are merely jeered out of the room, left confused and humiliated but
still whole. Those who try to contain them, restrain them, pull them
back to some degree of responsibility for their actions and force
them into deals they have no interest in complying with are simply
torn apart. Left as warning, as promise, a reminder that for all
their inexperience, their aimless wandering and lack of allies,
Michael and Gavin are the furthest thing from harmless.
not that they’d never work with another crew, theres something to be
said for a steady home, for someone else to watch your back, to plan
your attacks, its just that they have a hard time trusting anyone
else. A hard time believing that joining a crew won’t land them right
back where they started, that any boss would truly understand that
loyalty can’t be taken by force, that allegiance needn’t look like
when the infamous Ramsey comes along and offers them a job they turn
up their noses, bare their teeth and laugh in his face. When he
offers again they try to disappear, ghost away like they have
countless times before. When he tracks them down regardless they take
out one of his safe-houses in explosive retribution. He comes back
and they taunt him, sharp words and defensive sneers. Still again he
returns, to threats, to violence, to childish graffiti and a layer of
furious distrust coating possessive fear. They push and shove and
snap and snarl and do everything in their power to chase him away and
every time they think they’ve managed he turns up again, unnervingly
mild mannered and relentlessly insistent. He offers and is met with
complete disbelief, offers and is met with a million and one
questions, he offers and somehow winds up in a negotiation that costs
him his car and all the cash in his wallet with nothing in return.
Geoff offers more than a job, offers a home, a family, a surprising
tolerance for their many quirks; he lays all his cards on the table
and lets them try to shred him apart, faintly amused but never
condescending. He offers and offers and offers but never takes, never
forces, never even alludes to the fact that he could, the way his
position of power is so disproportionately greater than theirs. Geoff
offers, and in the end they say yes.
Beca wasn’t talking to Chloe. Chloe wasn’t talking to Beca.
SS Bhloe was sinking.
Not that it had set sail yet, because Beca was a chicken shit, but it seems everyone knew about it but the two captains themselves.
“I don’t get why you can’t talk to her Becs. It’s just Chloe. You love her, remember?”
“And she doesn’t know that and at this point I’d like to keep it that way, thank you. I’m not talking to her. I have nothing to say.”
“That’s a lie and you and I both know it.” Stacie wasn’t letting her win this one. “You two can’t even go two days without talking let alone a week. I know you. You need to talk to her and stop sulking around this stupid house waiting for her to come running back to apologize.”
“I have nothing to apologize for! I took an internship! I’m moving on! I’m graduating! She needs to just move on and get over it. And I’m most certainly not apologizing when she’s the one who freaked out on me in the first place.” Beca was fuming and her nostrils were flaring. Stacie took this as a sign to stand down and try again later.
“Whatever dude. Just think about it. You’re both miserable as hell and it’s getting unbearable to even be around you let alone all of us living under the same roof.”
Steve logged on
Steve invited Natasha and Tony
Natasha logged on
Tony logged on
Steve: I think we need to hold an intervention
Natasha: I think I know what this is about….
Tony: This is about (Y/n), right?
Natasha: I was right.
Steve: No more knives.
Tony: I understand.
Tony: She did drop the last one on her foot, which then bled on my white carpet.
Natasha: She’s good with them though…
Steve: She’s just so clumsy with them.
Tony: She won’t like that you’re taking them away.
Natasha: She’s going to flip.
Steve: She’s been hanging around with Wade.
Tony: Oh God.
Steve: She asked him for a pair of katanas.
Natasha: She’ll chop her hand off with one of those!
Steve: Exactly, so intervention time.
Tony: It’s for the best.
Natasha: She’s gonna flip.
Steve cleared the chat
Steve invited (Y/n)
(Y/n) logged on
(Y/n): What’s up Stevie?
Steve: (Y/n) we need to talk about something serious.
(Y/n): Serious is my middle name!
Natasha: No it isn’t.
Tony: No it isn’t.
(Y/n): Oh hey guys!
(Y/n): I can be serious!
Tony: Can you?
Natasha: I don’t think so….
(Y/n): Stevie, tell ‘em I can be!
Steve: Lets put that on hold.
(Y/n): I can be serious!
Tony: You went to a hospital to help your friend when they were giving birth and you texted me wondering why it was taking so long.
(Y/n): That was one time!
Natasha: You went to a job interview and asked the boss what his skill sets are when he asked for yours.
(Y/n): He was asking too many questions!
Tony: While you were being interviewed you pulled funny faces whenever the interviewer looked down at their cards.
(Y/n): It’s not my fault he looked down too much!
Steve: Guys can we focus on what we actually wanted to do?
(Y/n): Oh hey Steve, I forgot you were here.
Tony: Lets get this over with.
(Y/n): I thought we were just saying the names of people in the chat….
Steve: (Y/n), focus please.
(Y/n): Okay, okay jeez.
Steve: (Y/n) we are having an intervention.
(Y/n): Tony you need to stop drinking.
Tony: An intervention for you, not me!
Steve: (Y/n) this is an intervention for you.
(Y/n): What? Why?
Steve: Your knives.
(Y/n): My knives?
Tony: You’re too clumsy with them.
(Y/n): Am not!
Tony: Are too!
(Y/n): Am not!
Tony: Are too!
(Y/n): Am not!
Tony: Am not!
(Y/n): Are too!
Steve: Anyway you have to hand over your knives.
Natasha: We’ll take them via force if you don’t.
(Y/n): Not if you can’t catch me!
(Y/n): You locked me in my room!
Steve: We’ll open the door if you hand them over.
(Y/n): Don’t make me do it!
(Y/n): I’ll be more careful!
Natasha: You said that the last five times!
(Y/n): I’m not going to hand them over!
Steve: It’s for the best (Y/n).
(Y/n): Don’t make me do it Stevie!
Steve: You can still have your guns!
Tony: Just hand them over!
Natasha: As your best friend I’m worried for you!
Steve: Baby, if this is the only thing I ever ask of you please just do it.
Steve: Do it for me, (Y/n).
Steve: Please (Y/n).
Tony: Do it or I’ll eat your ice cream!
Steve: Thank you (Y/n).
(Y/n): yeah yeah.
Natasha: Omg (Y/n) how many knives do you have?
(Y/n): A lot.
Natasha: I can see that!
Tony: I can see a mountain forming….
(Y/n): I like to be prepared.
Steve: You live in a tower full of other trained agents.
(Y/n): I get paranoid.
Tony: Is this all of them?
(Y/n): No I have one more that I left in a vent somewhere.
Steve: I think Clint found that ages ago.
Steve: He was convinced that someone lived in the vents.
Natasha: Oh yeah!
Natasha: He searched the vents for a month and then gave up!
(Y/n): That’s all of them…
Natasha: Including the pocket knife in your boot.
Tony: The pen knife in your hair pin?
Steve: The knife in your sleeve?
(Y/n): Can’t I keep just one?
Tony: You need to be clean.
(Y/n): I feel like you’re treating me as if I’m on drugs.
Natasha: Too bad.
(Y/n): I hope you still let me use a steak knife when I have steak.
(Y/n): You can’t not let me have steak.
Steve: We’ll see…
Natasha: Well I’m going to go get rid of these knives.
Natasha logged off
Tony: I’m off to go eat.
Tony: Probably steak.
Tony: With a steak knife.
Tony logged off
Steve: Ignore him
(Y/n): I’m only doing this for you…
(Y/n): You over protective fool.
(Y/n): It’s true.
(Y/n): Back to before, I can be serious, right Steve?
Steve: Would you look at that, I’m going to be late meeting Bucky!
(Y/n): You are so going to get it!
Steve: No, you love me too much.
(Y/n): I think you’re hanging around Tony too much!
(Y/n): But yes, I do.
Steve: I love you too.
(Y/n) logged off
Steve logged off
Hey, I just discovered your blog, and I love it. Do you think you could do a Captain Cold x reader? Thanks for not doing smut, too many blogs do it and it makes me soo uncomfortable.” -tinkerbelldetective
Pairing: Leonard Snart (Captain Cold) x Reader
Based on The Business by X Ambassadors
A/N: You’re welcome. (:
You could feel his heartbeat under the palm of your hand and you were so warm that you did not want to move. Not even an inch. But when the alarm to your left started blaring, jerking him awake, you sighed in annoyance at the digital thing resting on his side of the bed. You muttered incoherent curse words under your breath as he sat up, knocking you out of your comfortable position, and ended the annoying buzzing noise.
Melly I love Zehn from the bottom of my boobs but we need to have an intervention for his 90s facial hair. How does he always miss that patch under his lip???
Zayn is experimenting with a SOUL PATCH, and I will have you very know that his soul patch is full of wonderment and secrets - a place he keeps his dreams, hidden just under his mouth and fortified by 4 specific serums that are kept in an air tight and climate controlled vault.
Many an illustrious group of celebrity men have also sported the soul patch. Look at all these famous dudes who built a thatched roof made of facial hair in which to hold their ideas, right on their faces.
Ricky Martin, Livin’ La Vida Soul Patch
Bradley Cooper, sporting an Oscar Winning soul patch
John Travolta, who’s soul patch somehow slid off his whole face but clung to the edge of his chin as an inspiring message to never give up
Brad Pitt, starring in A Soul Patch Runs Through It
And lastly, perhaps the most famous soul patch of this cavalcade of stars: Howie Mandel