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Human: A Teen Wolf Fanfiction- Chapter 4

Plot: A Teen Wolf fanfiction based on an original character, Sophia Tuteur.Sophia Tuteur is Scott McCall’s cousin. They are both the same age, and she has been living with Scott and his mom since she was eight years old, since her parents are always on the road due to work. This is Sophia’s point of view to everything going on.(Story does take place in the same timeline as the show.)

Originally posted by itsbecauseteenwolf



After school I sat on the benches while the boys were practicing.

“Hey. Whatcha reading?” I heard Allison asked as she sat down next to me.

“Oh nothing.” I quickly answered, hiding the book about werewolves from her. She raised her eyebrow at my reaction.

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Just Go To Sleep

I fell asleep while working on a fic and now I’m writing a drabble about it. 👍🏼

Originally posted by zest-wincest

You had been wanting to write a novel for years. you always came up with excuses such as you never had time, you were always doing research or hunting but you told yourself that you would get it done, or at least get it started, in the new year.

You had been lying in bed with your laptop in your lap when Sam came in from the library. “Hey, whatcha doin’?” He watched you intently typing away as he changed into his sweats. Realizing he wasn’t getting an answer from you anytime soon, he got in bed and looked over your shoulder. He nodded a little when he saw that you were writing and picked up a book from his nightstand.

You took a quick break to stretch before sliding to the end of the bed, laying on your stomach with the laptop in front of you as you continued typing. The two of you laid there for hours, Sam’s hand rested on the back of your thigh, only moving to turn the page but always returning to the same spot.

He quietly closed the book and looked over at the clock before joining you at the foot of the bed. He wrapped his arm around you, using your waist to pull himself closer as he pushed his head under your arm, nuzzling his head into your neck. “Time for bed, baby.”

You groaned in response and kept typing before dozing off again, awakened by Sam’s lips pressed against your neck, attempting to distract you as he reached and closed your laptop. “Babe, come on I just started this chapter.”

“No. Bedtime. It’s late, baby, you can keep writing tomorrow.”

“But-”

“Y/n, you’re literally dozing off. Just quit for the night and go to sleep.”

You rested your head against his before letting him take your laptop. “Fine.”

He was already back at the top of the bed, waiting for you to take you place in his arms. You rested your head on his arm and lazily laid your arm over his stomach. He reached to turn off the light before pulling you closer in the arm you had already fallen asleep in and resting his other hand on your hip. He placed a kiss on the top of your head, pulling the covers over you as he whispered, “G’night, Baby.”

Joe Sugg Imagine || Love me ||

Anonymous said:

hello omg i love your imagines and i already read all of it omg <3 can you pls write an imagine about joe sugg where he is acting cute bc he wants an attention y/n, but y/n is doing something and you can make the end. thank you :) <3

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“Whatcha doin’?” Came behind you, directly in your ear, you had jumped slightly, your hand going to your heart. From your cross legged position on the couch you gasped; “Joe!” in annoyance, turning your head, seeing him standing there, innocently. “Hi.” He said giving a wiggly fingers wave and a cheesy grin at you.

“What do you want?” You asked in dully now, you we’re trying to edit your video that was late already and he had been whining and annoying you for attention all morning. “Love.” He whispered, bottom lip sticking out after he spoke in a pout and his blue eyes glazing over.

“I’m busy.” You remarked, running your hands through your (colour) hair, in stress induced frustration. “You of all people should understand, I’m way behind on this video…” You sighed, watching the disappointment wash over his face. “But… (Y/Nickname).” He whispered.

“Joe! Seriously, please…” You thought you could snap at him any second, which was far from your personality. You were just having a day.

“Fine…” He whispered, dragging his feet sombrely across the hardwood flooring of the apartment, toward the small kitchen area, not looking back at you, opening a cupboard and shifting the content around inside of it.

You took in a deep inhale and exhaled it slowly, shaking your head, you went back to editing, looking up from the screen of your MacBook, you thought you felt something hit you lightly but glancing around you saw nothing, until a few moments late, you watched a red, candied heart land upon your keyboard.

A small manly giggle caught your attention, and your fingers froze over the keys, you turned your head, slowly… Toward the kitchen, where Joe was laying across the counter top, a bag of cinnamon heart candies in one hand and his arm in the throwing position at you.

“Joe!” You snapped, your tone unexpected by him as he jumped a little, the candy hearts in his hand, dropped out across the floor, scattered. “I’m just showering you with my love!” He exclaimed, watching as you stood up off the couch quickly, closing your MacBook.

“Love me!” He whined, he was bored, he wanted attention. “I do love you, but you’re testing my love right now.” You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes at him. “Fancy going out?” He asked entirely changing the subject, you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out.

“LOVE ME!” He repeated again, moving off the counter quickly and rushing at you catching you entirely off guard.

“JOE!” You yelled feeling yourself being tackled to the hardwood floor, opening your eyes, Joe was staring at you, inches from your face, “love me.” He whispered again in a soft tone, rubbing his cheek against yours adoringly.

“Joe…” You said lowly, “get off, please.” You muttered, as he continued grazing his face against yours. “(Y/N).” He said even more adoringly in a cute as possible tone.

“I love you.” He said, finally looking down at you, as he sat up, his knees on either side of your body supporting his weight – or lack there of, off you. “I love you, too.” You rubbed your forehead.

“So, pay attention to me.” He nodded, making it sound incredibly simple. “I really need to finish my video… I would be done by now but you’ve been annoying me all day.” You pointed you staring up at him, the hardwood was cool against your back.

“It’s just a video…” Joe muttered. “It’s late.” You muttered back. “But at least you’re not!” Joe said brightly, a big smile coming across his face as he made a baby-related joke.

“Ugh.” You rolled your eyes. “Please?” You asked trying to wiggle away from under him, “Just leave me alone… Let me finish…” You pleaded, first it was hiding your computer on you this morning, and pestering but adorable texts as you tried editing in the bedroom, now tossing candy at you and tackling you to the floor.

“Fine…” He said breathlessly, nodding, giving up that he wasn’t getting any attention from you despite all of his adorable attempts and actions. “Thank you.” You said lowly, feeling a little bad now.

You both stood up, you lent over the couch, grabbing your computer, you headed downstairs, walking into the bedroom you shared, sitting on the bed getting settled back into editing and there was silence…

You kept looking up at the door you left ajar, expecting Joe standing there with something else to throw at you, but nothing… You started hoping you really didn’t hurt his feelings, but shook your head going back to editing.

A soft knock came to the door, and you glanced up and over, seeing Joe standing there biting his bottom lip, once he saw you look up, he raised his hands, his thumbs and index fingers moving to form a heart at you and he looked sad.

“I’m sorry, I bothered you all day.” His voice sounded pathetic while you stared, sighing, you shook your head. “I’m sorry, I’ll go now.” He added, turning on his bare feet disappearing from view.

“Joe…” You called to him, sighing, taking your earbuds out and closing your macbook, he reappeared looking hopeful at you. “Come here.” You waved him over and a bright smile broke out across his face, he took a short run and jumped across his bedroom onto the bed with you.

“YOU LOVE ME!” He exclaimed, wrapping his arms around you tightly, “of course I do.” You muttered, your arms wrapping around his torso, “I’m sorry I bugged you.” He kissed you softly. “I’m sorry, I ignored you.” You said after your kiss fingers, running your fingers through his hair.

“I love you.” He was smiling at you, “I love you too, Joe.” You couldn’t help but smile at his large smile. “Did you finish your video?” He asked softly, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear. 


“Nah.” You shook your head, knowing it was way past your upload time. “Oh.” His tone lowered again. “You’re more important.” You admitted as you snuggle your face into his chest, he squeezed you tighter into him. ..

01.08.17 Weigh-in

Today’s weigh in was disappointing: I’m down 0.3 lbs. I’ve really upped my exercises this week, and I’ve been eating well. WTF, body? But then I remembered I’m getting my period in a few days, and I always lose very little or go up when I’m about to get it. Then when I do, I usually lose more. So I’m going to just sigh and move on.

I did, however, measure myself. I haven’t done it in like three weeks, so I was happily surprised with my losses there. I’m down half an inch on my waist, and down everywhere else too. I really wished I had lost more boobage, but whatcha gonna do. I find it confusing because the last time I lost a lot of weight, my boobs went down pretty quick. Maybe they’ll go down further down the road. I know not many people wish their boobs would go down, but I’m a weird bra size because my undercarriage is small but my breasts are large. You try finding a 32D, or 32DD. I don’t even know what size I am right now- none of my bras fit. I need new ones but they’re so goddamn expensive. They don’t sell these sizes in regular stores, and the ones they do are at the top of the price range. I just want to be a 32C again.

I’m going to have to go in search of a bra that fits today, and I am NOT looking forward to it. I’m probably going to be forced to go to expensive-ass Dillard’s and get measured. I don’t wanna. Don’t wanna.

  • Sherlock: *staring at a blank piece of paper*
  • Baby Watson: *climbs into his lap* Whatcha doing?
  • Sherlock: *scowling at the paper* List making.
  • Baby Watson: Oh. What about?
  • Sherlock: *exhales* I am listing all the things I dislike about Molly Hooper so that your bloody mother doesn't make me ask her out.
  • Baby Watson: *looks at the paper* It's blank.
  • Sherlock: *desperate* I know. Help me?
  • Baby Watson: *thinking* Hmmm, well, you could list all the things you like about her. At least then you'll have something written down and look clever.
  • Sherlock: *nods* Mmmm, and it keeps your mother off my back.
  • Baby Watson: *confused* Okay.
  • *later*
  • Sherlock: *storms into the morgue*
  • Molly: *looks up; smiling* Hi, Sher-
  • Sherlock: *marches towards her, grabs her face and kisses her*
  • Molly: *stunned*
  • Sherlock: *grumpy* You're going out with me tonight.
  • Molly: *swallowing* O-okay...why?
  • Sherlock: A five year old tricked me into realising how much I want to.
  • Molly: *chuckles* A five year old?
  • Sherlock: *sighs* The Watson ladies are a force to be reckoned with.

fic where Jack uses his signing bonus to take Bitty couch shopping for the Haus

and they go to IKEA together to pick out the couch, and each of them are separately hoping that it will be kind of like a date, but the rest of the gang is like “hey, whatcha doing, where you going” and they all wind up coming along

Ransom and Holster never thought they had any particular opinions about interior design, but it turns out they do, and those opinions are all exactly the same

Dex and Nursey cannot agree on a single couch, while Chowder falls in love with every couch he sees

Shitty evaluates couches based on how the fabric would feel on naked skin and whether it supports a good joint-smokin’ slouch

Lardo just sits in the food court and eats meatballs the entire time

Mushroom Meatballs (makes 12)

These little babes blew my socks off, there is something undeniably meaty about mushrooms and as an ex meat fanatic, this is excellent news. I chose to serve them with salad and the roasted red pepper sauce which featured in my last YouTube tutorial https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8lTnlZY2MeE but you can do whatever you see fit with them (although my way is the best because I’m the queen of everything la la la) They work equally well as burgers which is great for the upcoming summer months (One week at a push if you’re in the UK)… LETS GO!

Whatcha guna need?

  • 2 + ½ cups of diced Mushrooms (I used Chestnut but it really doesn’t matter!) This worked out as about 130g.
  • 1 medium Garlic Clove
  • 1 can of Chickpeas
  • ½ a cup of dried Breadcrumbs
  • 1 medium red Onion
  • 2 cups of diced Spinach
  • 1 TBSP Soy Sauce
  • 1 TBSP Chives
  • Olive Oil
  • Salt & Pepper

Dice the mushrooms, garlic, onion and spinach as finely as you can.

Get a good non-stick pan on the go with a healthy splash of olive oil in and bring to a sizzling point (the technical term is “Hot as F”) when it’s ready, add the garlic, mushrooms and onion. Save the spinach till last because it cooks megz fast. When everything is starting to soften, add the soy sauce and let the mushrooms soak up all of its salty glory. Now you can put the spinach in and when it’s wilted, turn the heat off.

While this is all going on in the pan, drain the chickpeas thoroughly (you can save the liquid to make dem cray chickpea meringues I posted the link to a while ago). Add to a big mixing bowl with the breadcrumbs, chives and a pinch of salt and pepper (not too much, remember dat soy sauce). Now for the fun bit, mash it all together! I chose to use a potato masher but you can use a baseball bat or your fists if you’re feeling aggressive.

When the mushroom mix has cooled enough to handle, add it to the bowl and give it a good mix. It should all start moulding together and thats when you’re ready to start shaping these little minxes into balls (eheheheh).

If you’re on a health kick you can avoid the frying and bake them but I’m trying to fatten Sam up to ensure he never leaves me so I went full frying fest on this and i’ll never look back.

They just need to be shallow fried for about 15mins until they’re cooked al the way through and crispy on the outside.. mmmm.

Make sure you keep an eye on them and turn them regularly so they fry evenly and you’re done!

Mushroom Meatballs, what a time to be alive!!!

Enjoy, Leila xxx

anonymous asked:

How about an imagine where Jack finds a girl who is homeless, and without family, and so he and the other newsies take her in?

Here you go! Sorry it took so long! ~Frenchy 

             Jack had had a long day of selling papers. All he wanted to do was go back to the lodge and relax. But while he was passing an alley he heard a sniffle. Glancing back he noticed a small girl wearing tattered clothes, covered in city grime, and sniffling.

               “Hey,” he said, softly. “Whatcha doin’ here?”

               The girl looked up, her eyes huge and round, “I… I live here.”

               Jack wasn’t too surprised. He knew that there were a lot of orphans around who lived on the street. The streets were sometimes better than the orphanage.

               What surprised him though was how young this girl looked. She couldn’t possibly be able to make it out here.

               “Hey,” he said, crouching down next to her. “Would ya like ta come with me? I got a place for ya to stay.”

               The girl looked at him suspiciously but then nodded. She reached for his hand and Jack led the girl to the newsboy’s lodge.

               “Where’d she come from?”

               “What’s ‘er name?”

               “Is she going to start sellin’ with us?”

               The newsies fired question after question at Jack once the girl was put to bed.

               “Da streets, she doesn’t have one as far as I know, and yes,” Jack answered.

               “We gotta giver ‘er a name den!” one boy called out.

               “How ‘bout Streets?”

               “No way! How ‘bout Rag!”

               “I’m Rags!”

               “Oops! Sorry! Scrappy den!”

               “I like Scrappy.”

               “Sounds good ta me!”

               “Scrappy it is den,” Jack nodded.

               Scrappy became the newsboy’s little mascot and began selling papers on the street with her new newsie family.

There’s a good chance my parents and art teacher are going to unknowingly submit one of my JoJo drawings into an art contest.

  • Jean & Marco Argue About Dinner
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First JeanMarco recording! This comes from an anon.

Anonymous said: Can you please do some a jeanmarco recording. How about where Jean and Marco are arguing about what to get for dinner?


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Can you please do some a jeanmarco recording. How about where Jean and Marco are arguing about what to get for dinner?

Hey babe, whatcha doin?

Nothing much, just watching this stupid anime.  My favorite character just got cut in half.

Aww, I’m sorry. You hungry?

Yeah, I could eat. Where do you want to go?

I don’t know, you can decide tonight.

Nah, I picked last time, this one’s on you.

You know I’m bad at this. Pizza? We could order in…

We had that a few days ago, jeez. How about Chinese?

Not after last time…My insides still haven’t recovered…

Well, I can’t think of anything, so I’m going to go take a shower and let you decide.

Hmm…how about…why don’t you take a nice, long, relaxing bath, and I’ll cook us nice pasta dinner, does that sound good?

Pasta does sound good…I have a better idea though. How about you come take a bath with me, and then we cook together? And afterward…maybe even have some…dessert?

*Gulps* I’ll go run the hot water.

Headcanons/Scenarios

Hello!!

usually everyone’s first post consists of simple rules and I am no different.

✘✘✘ What’s wrong ✘✘✘

-      Asks with prompts that revolve around abuse/rape/drugs or just generally terrible things that force me to write about that explicit situation. While it is fiction, a lot of these are made for real people (like you) and it seems wrong to write about. If you feel the need to ask, please go ahead.

-      NSFW! I can read it, I cannot write it. My hands tremble at the thought of writing such scandalous prose.

-      I don’t do match-ups. I just wanted to state it explicitly, so you guys don’t get your hopes up!

✓✓✓ What’s okay ✓✓✓

-      Anything not in the ‘what’s wrong’ section

-      Also you can talk to me…. I don’t bite. Tell my how your life’s doing. How’s school been? Any plans for the future? Whatcha eating for dinner? Spaghetti sounds delicious. What, wait, what was that? You’re here for One Piece? Oh yeah, my bad. ignore me


I’ll add more to the list as time passes. I’m incredibly forgetful. Ask if you got a question, please!

@rxttenheart

“ Shut up… ya like it when I hurt ya, don’t ya? It’s only P L A Y F U L, ya know the safe word if I go too far… plus I didn’t even cut ya that deep and I can feel how hard ya are so stop actin’ like a pussy and let me have my F U N. ”

“Fucking still stings when you don’t warn me” Jason hissed. He was super fucking turned on. It had been a few weeks since Harley had dommed him, he had been aching for it and asked. And he was a little curious what would happen if he got mouthy.

“Whatcha gonna do momma? If I keep being a brat about it?”

His accent spiked when he subbed for her, he had no clue why but it did.

IF WELLS JAHA WAS STILL ON THE SHOW HOW MUCH DO YOU WANT TO BET BELLAMY BLAKE WOULD BE MAKING HEART EYES AT HIM EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY

 (via

quidhitch


wells going to bellamy after they all see the culling and telling him “I know how you feel.” 

and bellamy: “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

wells: “… being blamed for the death of so many people… whether you’re responsible or not… it always takes a toll. and i know for a fact that you’re already feeling it.”

*camera pans over to bellamy whose eyes are singing ‘mmm whatcha say’*

oh oh oh but also okay wells volunteering to go help find octavia and he’s so adamant and bellamy just looks at him like ‘… i tried to kill your father and you’re going to risk your life to help me find my sister’ and bellamy tells him no but on the pretense that he will just slow them down but then also with a subtle little ‘shit maybe i misjudged this guy’ look 

AND THEN AND THEN

wells finding out the bellamy shot his dad. AND FORGIVING HIM. and bellamy’s just like ‘dude what i SHOT HIM’ and wells poor sweet wells he’d probably smile like kind of sad and heartbroken and go ‘i know. and i’m forgiving you, not because you deserve it, but because you felt that it was your only choice’

(AND YOU BET YOUR BOTTOM DOLLAR THAT THAT’S GOING TO PARALLEL WITH CLARKE’S HALLUCINATION OF HER DAD AND WELLS IS GOING TO REPEAT IT TO HER BECAUSE THEY ARE THE TWO MOST IMPORTANT MEN IN HER LIFE FIGHT ME ON THIS AND IF SHE’S EVER GOING TO FORGIVE ABBY I THINK SHE NEEDS A DEAD MAN SHE LOVED AND A LIVE MAN SHE LOVES TO HELP HER THROUGH IT)

bellamy going to wells and telling him about clarke’s plan to meet with anya (bc bellamy has already caught on that clarke probably doesn’t want wells to get hurt anymore and probably didn’t tell him and he’s just like “but maybe i shouldn’t keep secrets from my hubby him”) 

wells not giving a flying fuck if he starts bleeding out of his eyes and ignores both clarke and bellamy’s threats to end his life if he doesn’t stay away from them and the rest of the infected 

wells siding with clarke about running away before the grounders come and butting heads with bellamy about it when they all decide to turn back and wells is just like ‘NO. NO NO.’ and takes all the kids who are too young/weak to fight and hides with them in the caves and bellamy watches him go with HEART EYES OKAY THIS IS WHERE THE HEART EYES WILL BEGIN

everyone’s taken to mt. weather except for bellamy, the dude with the nice hair and face, monroe, finn, and wells and his merry band of children. bellamy tearing his curly hair out trying to find wells. 

BELLAMY WORRYING ABOUT WELLS

BELLAMY AND WELLS REUNITING 

WELLS STANDING UP FOR BELLAMY TO KANE AND HIS DAD

BELLAMY GOING TO WELLS ONE NIGHT LIKE ‘so. your parent gave you an impossible responsibility too, huh?’

BELLAMY BEING A RACING HEARTBEAT AND WELLS BEING THE HEARTBEAT THAT PEOPLE LOVE TO FALL ASLEEP TO

BELLAMY AND WELLS BEING THE FATHERS WHO KEEP THE CHILDREN SAFE WHILE MAMA CLARKE IS AWAY 

WELLAMY

BELLS

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Imagine Sam and Dean picking up their sister after she got Suspended

(Requested by Anon)

Reviving the engine, Dean was trying to conceal the smile he had ever since they got the phone call. But Sam gave him a lecture about how they did show a hard hand, let her know that she can’t punch thru everything that disagreed with her.

Hearing her brother’s impala, Dani picked up her stuff and climbed into the old car. She knew that she was going to get yelled at by her brothers… Being suspended for two weeks? Dani could hear Sam yelling in the background when she had to ask for them to pick her up.

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The Vongola, Dino, Reborn and Colonello As Memes

Tsunayoshi Sawada: Mmm whatcha say

Hayato Gokudera: Tsuna or s/o: *exists*
good shit:👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

Takeshi Yamamoto: Rickroll meme

Ryohei Sasagawa: Shia labeouf’s motivational speech (JUST DO IT)

Lambo (on a date): Do you like Grape Lollipops?
Them: Grape is disgusting.
Him, shoving breadsticks in his hair: “I have to go, something came up” (Breadstick Meme)

Kyoya Hibari:  People my age: hangs in crowds, doesn’t fight, dislikes Namimori
Me: hates crowds, bites people to death, loves Namimori

Mukuro Rokudo: Surprise, Bitch. I bet you thought you saw the last of me

Chrome Dokuro: Beautiful Cinnamon Roll Too Good For This World, Too Pure

Dino: Dino??? haha what an idiot– [trips] [hundreds and thousands of photos spill out of jacket] what an asshole i– these aren’t mine i’m just [gathering them up frantically sweating] listen i just– listen fuck [thousands of pictures scatter across the floor] shit fuck i’m holding them for a friend just l i s t e n

Reborn: Hoe don’t do it, oh my god

Colonello: Let’s Mcfreakin Lose it

reasons jane eyre is the best:

  • fucking savage as a child, the best comebacks. “you going to hell after you die, jane. whatcha gonna do about it?” “stay healthy you hypocritical fucker”
  • sticks up for herself against her bullying cousin and calls out her aunt for allowing the bullying
  • draws weird shit like drowned corpses and celestial beings. what the fuk jane
  • went and advertised as a governess all by herself fuck yeah
  • took care of rochester’s ward adele like her own child
  • went to see her dying shitpile of an aunt because she is just that good
  • called out rochester on his shit literally every day 24/7
  • just fucking roasting him every time he tries to do/say something incredibly ridiculous (“i had to lock up bertha, jane!!!! away from the world and any sort of help she might have gotten1!!!! my life is the worsttttt jane run away with me to france” wtf rochester)
  • found out she inherited a fortune and splits it with her impoverished cousins, what a sweet cinnamon roll, too good, too pure
  • only will marry rochester when they’re on equal ground
  • i just
  • she’s
  • the best

The new pics of Moriarty from Setlock are really mind blowing. There’s Andrew on the set, but Lou is there too. Why? A crazy theory just appeared in my mind.
What if Molly IS actually Jim’s girlfriend?
And that’s why Moriarty didn’t kill her.
What if they both scheme behind Sherlock’s back?
What if Molly told Jim that Sherly was going to fake his sucide and that’s why Moriarty had to do the same?
Think about it. Molly couldn’t say “no” to Sherlock so she had to help him. But she also helped Jim.
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And then the pathologist and the criminal mistermind both laughed about it while they were sitting on a couch with Tobby on her lap, watching a next season of Glee, slowly sipping their wine.

Just a little theory.

Whatcha think about it?