why i had this much problem with it x(

Reasons why Sabrina Carpenter probably isn’t as straight as you think she is

disclaimer: this is just a personal opinion and I understand that I have no business in whether or not she is, but a lot of people have requested it. If anyone has a problem with it, I will gladly take it down. :)

Sabrina did a cover of Honey by Kehlani. According to the internet this is a song that Kehlani had originally wrote for/about her girflfriend. But Sabrina literally has the biggest smile on her face and if anyone asks, my new sexuality is Sabrina singing about how much she loves girls. (x)

When an interviewer asked her if fans expected her to release typical “girl likes boy” songs, she cut off the interviewer soo fast lmao. Sabrina went off on her own woke tangent about how she always stays true to herself when songwriting and that she’ll write about what she’s going through. Whether that may be a song about a girl liking a boy or a girl liking a girl. (x) starts at 3:45 (thanks to @philliester for finding this one!)

For her birthday last year, Rowan took a picture of her up close. If you look at her pupils they are extremely dilated. It’s been scientifically proven that your pupils dilate when there is low light or when you are looking at someone you love. Considering the picture was taken with very bright lighting, you can make your own opinion. Nobody else was there and she was looking straight at Rowan in that picture. Sabrina loves Rowan, I will fight you on this. (x)

Her fans were posting selfies to promote her new tour on twitter and she responded in a tweet with “I’d date all of you!” They were 99% girls… hm… okay (x) She’s also like always flirting with her female fans

Wore the rainbow flag and waved it around during one of her EVOLution tour shows (x) (x) She also did this again while singing On Purpose at her Anaheim Detour show (aka the show Rowan was at) (x)

She was featured on a radio station’s Instagram story and when Sab thought the lady asked her if she was single she replied with “Yeah! looking for a new LOVER.” I may be over analyzing but think about it, who says lover? They usually say that they want a boyfriend/girlfriend. Sabrina was insinuating that she’s just looking for someone to love, doesn’t matter what gender they are. (x)

Sabrina and Rowan were doing an interview and when they were asked about whether or not they were boy crazy Sabrina said “We appreciate the male gender… as well as the female…” This one doesn’t need an explanation. (x)

Keeps female pronouns when she does covers (x) (x) (x) the last one isn’t necessarily a pronoun thing, however she does sing the line “drop that dress to the floor” instead of changing it to something more heterosexual

There is definitely a lack of male pronouns in her more recent songs compared to her old album. However, pretty much all of her songs from her first album (which used male pronouns) were not written by her, compared to EVOLution where she had a lot of say in the writing.

During her ‘All We Have is Love’ performance on the detour, the video screen literally flashes rainbows at you. That song is a gay anthem. (x) song starts at 1:15

Reposted a picture of a fan wearing a shirt saying “smile if you’re gay.” and holding up an “all we have is love poster”, with the caption “love you guys 😍" on her Instagram story.“ (x)

During pride month, she stood and posed in front of a pride wall and captioned the picture with the rainbow flag. (x)!

Liked a tweet of a fan that tagged her and said “I went to pride today! Are you proud of me?”

Commented a rainbow and a heart on Corey’s post on Instagram about how he supported the LGBT community. (x) Bonus: Rowan commented too

Is in love w Rowan

Anyways, I’m headcannoning Sabrina as a bisexual queen. Feel free to add more proof onto this post or agree/disagree with my opinions.

Also, I couldn’t find the links from some of the proof/ was too lazy to look for things so message me if you find any links I can add in!

Jealous!Jooheon

feat. Changkyun (fun fact: I tend to write his name as Chankyung, I have no idea why this name is causing me so much problems, I’m sorry I.M)

  • 꿀오빠가 보고싶다 - HoneyOppa misses you
  • 바보 - idiot

Epilouge

I once had WiFi on board, now I know what heaven must feel like

Eyes Closed (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Warnings: angst and smut. also there will be a part two SO IT WILL GET BETTER I PROMISE. ah i can already hear you guys complain abt the plot hahaha but nevertheless i wanna hear your thoughts!!

“Newt. Newt. NEWT!”

“Hmm?”

“God’s sake Newt, do I even exist?”

“Why of course you do Y/N, I love you-“

“No stop. Please.”

It was too hard. Your boyfriend was obviously passionate about what he did, and you had absolutely no problem with that. But there is a limit between how much time he should spend with his creatures and how much he should spend with you.

For the past couple weeks, you were like a ghost in the house. You two had numerous arguments about this already, about how Newt was definitely absorbed by his creatures; but he would usually come around.

This feeling was absolutely the worst. Seeming unimportant, seeming always like the plan b. And today was the last time you wanted to feel this way.

If Newt couldn’t give you an ounce of attention, maybe he wasn’t ready for a relationship.

His hand snaked around your waist as he murmured

“You mean the world to me Y/N.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.” You said, backing away.

“I’m so sorry, you know I don’t do it on purpose; it’s just been hectic recently and the book is due soon and-“

“Look, I know you’re busy. We all have our busier times, but Newt. It has been a week you spend every night down in your case. It has been two weeks we don’t go to bed together and fall asleep in each other’s arms. It’s been three since we had a proper romantic date to ourselves.” You said, your voice cracking as your vision blurred slightly.

“I need you Newt.”

“I’m truly sorry Y/N, I promise I will make it up-“

“I’m sick of this! I’m sick of being cast aside and then you always “making it up to me” to cast me away again later on! It hurts too much.”

“I-I” Newt stammered, panic in his eyes.

He really fucked up this time, he thought to himself.

“It hurts too much to be with you, we’re in a serious relationship and that’s what I expect it to feel like, but instead it feels like a on again off again thing indecisive teens have.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, please I’m begging you; you’re the love of my life-“

You wiped the tears off your face with the back of your hand.

“I’m sorry too. But it’s not working, and the longer I stay, the more I break inside. It’s just, maybe it’s not meant to be…”

“Y/N don’t say that.”

“Fuck I’m sorry. I love you too but I just can’t, I just can’t carry on like this.”

You took your bag and walked out the door.

Walking down the street you broke down in tears, them blurring your vision as you took fast steps away from your apartment. You heard Newt call out desperately behind you, but you just carried on even faster.

Walk away, and forget. Move on, you told yourself. It’s time you stop hurting. But how can you stop the pain if the one who hurt you is also the one who can heal you?

And where the hell were you going? Home was with Newt, you had literally nowhere else. Queenie and Tina were in another country, and your parents loved Newt and would for sure never cease to bring him up.

And so, you turned to something you rarely turned to, only in your most desperate times: alcohol.

Stopping in the middle of a random street you didn’t realize your feet brought you on, you turned on the spot and landed in front of a poster with a woman with bright red lips.

Entering the pub, you headed straight to the bar as the jazz filled your ears.

You obviously weren’t thinking clearly. Barely thinking at this point was more accurate.

“House-elf.”

“Boy do you look a mess.”

“Ain’t that the truth. Gimme something that’ll hit me fast. And hard.”

The house elf pulled out a bottle of Blishen’s Firewhiskey and poured some in 10 shot glasses.

“You asked for it miss.” He said, before handing you the line of cups.

You downed one, two, three easily. You were a little bit of a lightweight, so by the sixth you were gone. All sense of judgement was gone, heck all feeling was gone.

You started looking around. You smiled to yourself drunkenly. Taking out your wand, you changed your outfit into a tight black dress that had a plunging neck line and a slit that went up a little too high up the side of your thigh.

Immediately, you realised you caught the eye of many many men. You noticed one of them looking at you in a manner that you couldn’t realize, so you stared teasingly back.

Under the influence, you made your way slowly to him. All this time, his eyes did not leave you and you loved the attention. You smiled at him mysteriously as you approached.

“Why hello there. I don’t see you here that often.” He whispered to you as you came very close to him.

“I’m guessing you’re a regular here?”
“Yes, but I have never seen such a thing as you.”

You bit your lip up at him as he put his hand on your waist.

“May I have this dance?” He asked.

“Why of course.”

The gentleman led you closer to the band and put both hands on your hips and pulled you closer. You swayed to the music, your eyes never leaving his. He was charming you, and the longer you felt his touch, the more you craved him.

“Why don’t we go somewhere more private?” he whispered into your ear.

You nodded. He grabbed you closer to him and spun.

Landing, you found yourself in a motel hallway. The Disapparition must’ve sobered you up a tad however, because you became conscious of what was going to happen.

But not conscious enough to stop it, and not enjoy it.

The stranger planted his lips on yours, and you reached behind your back to open the door to the nearest room, which was empty. You hopped and put your legs around him, as he supported you and lead you to the bed.

You both collapsed on top of it, and him on top of you started kissing your neck.

Your vision blurred with pleasure. As you closed your eyes, your sense of touch heightened. And his skin on yours felt just like Newt’s. His lips on you felt just like Newt.

If you closed your eyes just a little bit harder, you could imagine him being Newt.

He felt just like him.

And as pleasure washed over you, you moaned out

“Newt.”

To be continued…

part 2: https://everythingharrypotterblog.tumblr.com/post/162799022152/eyes-closed-part-2-newt-scamander-x-reader
Eyes Closed (Shawn Mendes x Reader)

Warnings: angst-ish and smut. the story will get better!

“Shawn. Shawn. SHAWN!”

“Hmm?”

“God’s sake Shawn, do I even exist?”

“Why of course you do Y/N, I love you-“

“No stop. Please.”

It was too hard. Your boyfriend was obviously passionate about what he did, and you had absolutely no problem with that. But there is a limit between how much time he should spend with his guitar and how much he should spend with you.

For the past couple weeks, you were like a ghost in the house. You two had numerous arguments about this already, about how Shawn was definitely absorbed by his tour; but he would usually come around.

This feeling was absolutely the worst. Seeming unimportant, seeming always like the plan b. And today was the last time you wanted to feel this way.

If Shawn couldn’t give you an ounce of attention, maybe he wasn’t ready for a relationship.

His hand snaked around your waist as he murmured

“You mean the world to me Y/N.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.” You said, backing away.

“I’m so sorry, you know I don’t do it on purpose; it’s just been hectic recently and I’m on tour-“

“Look, I know you’re busy. We all have our busier times, but Shawn. It’s so fucking hard. I don’t see my boyfriend for months at a time. MONTHS. And simply seeing your face on a screen isn’t the same. It’s been three months we spent more than a week together. It’s been three months since we had a romantic date together. It’s been three months I fall asleep alone.” You said, your voice cracking as your vision blurred slightly.

“I need you Shawn.”

“I’m truly sorry Y/N, I promise I will make it up-“

“I’m sick of this! I’m sick of being cast aside and then you always “making it up to me” to cast me away again later on! It hurts too much.”

“I-I” Shawn stammered, panic in his eyes.

He really fucked up this time, he thought to himself.

“It hurts too much to be with you, we’re in a serious relationship and that’s what I expect it to feel like, but instead it feels like a on again off again thing indecisive teens have.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, please I’m begging you; you’re the love of my life-“

You wiped the tears off your face with the back of your hand.

“I’m sorry too. But it’s not working, and the longer I stay, the more I break inside. It’s just, maybe it’s not meant to be…”

“Y/N don’t say that.”

“Fuck I’m sorry. I love you too but I just can’t, I just can’t carry on like this. I know. I know this is your career, but I feel like I’m not strong enough for this relationship. You deserve someone who can support you, even when you’re away.”

You took your bag and walked out the door.

Walking down the street you broke down in tears, them blurring your vision as you took fast steps away from your apartment. You heard Shawn call out desperately behind you, but you just carried on even faster.

Walk away, and forget. Move on, you told yourself. It’s time you stop hurting. But how can you stop the pain if the one who hurt you is also the one who can heal you?

And where the hell were you going? Home was with Shawn, you had literally nowhere else. And so, you turned to something you rarely turned to, only in your most desperate times: alcohol.

Stopping in the middle of a random street you didn’t realize your feet brought you on, you reorientated yourself and walked to the nearest bar.

You obviously weren’t thinking clearly. Barely thinking at this point was more accurate.

“Bartender.”

“Boy do you look a mess.”

“Ain’t that the truth. Gimme something that’ll hit me fast. And hard.”

The bartender took out a bottle of tequila and lime juice and poured some in 10 shot glasses.

“You asked for it miss.” He said, before handing you the line of cups.

You downed one, two, three easily. You were a little bit of a lightweight, so by the sixth you were gone. All sense of judgement was gone, heck all feeling was gone.

You started looking around. You smiled to yourself drunkenly. Taking out your bag, you went to the bathroom and changed into a tight black dress that had a plunging neck line and a slit that went up a little too high up the side of your thigh.

Immediately, you realised you caught the eye of many many men. You noticed one of them looking at you in a manner that you couldn’t resist, so you stared teasingly back.

Under the influence, you made your way slowly to him. All this time, his eyes did not leave you and you loved the attention. You smiled at him mysteriously as you approached.

“Why hello there. I don’t see you here that often.” He whispered to you as you came very close to him.

“I’m guessing you’re a regular here?”
“Yes, but I have never seen such a thing as you.”

You bit your lip up at him as he put his hand on your waist.

“May I have this dance?” He asked.

“Why of course.”

The gentleman led you closer to the band and put both hands on your hips and pulled you closer. You swayed to the music, your eyes never leaving his. He was charming you, and the longer you felt his touch, the more you craved him. It has been so freaking long since you had felt like this, since a man had his entire focus on you.

“Why don’t we go somewhere more private?” he whispered into your ear.

You nodded. He took your hand, and walked you through the crowd. Crossing the street, you made your way into a hotel. The fresh air freshened you up and sobered you up a bit.

But not conscious enough to stop it, and not enjoy it.

The stranger planted his lips on yours, and you reached behind your back to open the door to the nearest room, which was empty. You hopped and put your legs around him, as he supported you and lead you to the bed.

You both collapsed on top of it, and him on top of you started kissing your neck.

Your vision blurred with pleasure. As you closed your eyes, your sense of touch heightened. And his skin on yours felt just like Shawn’s. His lips on you felt just like Shawn.

If you closed your eyes just a little bit harder, you could imagine him being Shawn.

He felt just like him.

And as pleasure washed over you, you moaned out

“Shawn.”

To be continued…

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@thehistorynut19 ask: Would Avenger lady preferences be alright? How would they say ‘I love you’. These ladies include, Wanda (my love), Natasha, Lady Sif, Sharon Carter, and Maria Hill. THANKS BABYYYYYYYYYY

Warning: Swearing (sorry)

(A/N): I hope I got it right

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Wanda: With a kiss right in the middle of a conversation. Cheese, I know, but this girl is dying for you, and just watching you talking so passionately about this new show you were watching make her heart melt. The L word has been stuck in her chest for a long time now, she was always wanted to just scream at the world how much she loves you, but she is also scared that the world may take you away from her once she drops 3 words. But she just couldn’t help it.

  • Y/N: “Wanda, are you there?”
  • Wanda: “what?”
  • Y/N: “I was going to say sorry for rambling so much but now I know that you weren’t even liste-” She kissed you.
  • Wanda: “Sorry but I love you so so much”

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For The Better

Steve Rogers x Reader college AU

Summary: You break up with your cheating boyfriend of two years, and Steve’s there for you like the good dude™ he is.

A/N: i love college AUs way more than i should tbh. also should i do a part 2? i kinda feel like i should but idk come let me know

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You turned your key in the door of your tiny Brooklyn apartment—which you shared with your boyfriend of two years, Josh—stepping inside and twirling the keys around your finger before setting them down on the small table next to the door. You shrugged off your jacket, hanging it on one of the hooks on the wall.

“Josh?” You called out, kicking off your shoes and walking through the house to find him. “I’m home!” You decided he must’ve been in the bedroom. You turned your wrist to look at the face of your watch. It was 6:00, so he had gotten home from work about an hour ago. He was probably taking a nap.

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just a baby || davey jacobs

hi, i’m still alive, what a shocker

someone requested this


tw; teen pregnancy

        You had had your suspicions. The signs were all there, the timing made sense. You had managed to save up enough money for a doctor’s appointment, and sure as the sun was bright, your fears were confirmed with two words.

“You’re pregnant."  

        You hadn’t told Davey. This news was huge. Having a baby wasn’t any simple task. This was a life you were responsible for. The fact that you were only seventeen didn’t help your stress at all. Both of you had big plans, things that you wanted to do and having a baby? That was just another block in your way. 

        You’d hid your pregnancy for two weeks. The only reason that you’d given up was because you began the tedious process of side affects. It was time to let Davey know. 

        The knock on the door of the Jacobs’ apartment seemed louder than usual. You weren’t sure if it was because you had wrapped your fist a little more frantically than usual or if you were just paranoid. Mrs Jacobs’ kind face answer the door, instantly making you feel more at ease. 

        ”(y/n), you know you’re more than welcome to come right on in, you don’t have to knock.“ She chuckled, leading you into the small apartment. "David is in his room.” You thanked her and headed down the hallway, silently apologizing for what you’d done to her son. Your boyfriend lay stretched out on his back, a book clutched in his hands above his face. You wrung your hands nervously, humming to announce your presences. He grinned at you, sitting up and putting his book on his bedside. 

        “Hey sweetheart, I didn’t know you were coming over.” Davey’s smiled faded when he noticed the low look on your face, “What happened?” The concern in his voice was enough to pull at your heart. You were about to seriously jerk at his future, maybe even destroy it. A lump formed in your throat, blocking out words. You managed to cough it up through the form of a sob. You buried your face in your hands, trying to hide your tears from Davey. The creaks of bed springs and shifting weight filled the room. Warm arms embraced you, pulling you into Davey’s chest. 

        “Hey, hey, it’s okay, you’re okay. I got you, I’ve got you.” His tone was soft as he rubbed a thumb up and down your arm. You shook your head.

        “D-Davey, I-I-” You took a shaky breath, trying to compose your words, “I’m pregnant.” Your words were quiet but he’d still heard you. He held you to arms length, disbelief spilled all over his face. Neither of you spoke for a moment, just staring at each other. Davey’s lip trembled as he searched your face, making you nervous. More tears came. This was it. This was where Davey was going to yell at you to never come near him again. This was where he was going to leave you on your own. You weren’t ready to have a child, much less to have one by yourself. But your troubling thoughts were put to a stop by your boyfriend’s gentle kiss. When he pulled away, his shock was replaced by a grin even bigger than the one he’d given you when you’d first entered. 

        “That’s fantastic!” He breathed. You remained in the same frozen spot. How was he so calm? So… dare you say casual? He didn’t seem angry or disappointed at all. No, he was happy about it. 

        “Y-You’re n-not mad?” You asked quietly, almost a whisper. Davey shook his head.

        “Of course not, why would I be?”

        “I just- it’s a big deal. A baby, I mean. It’s a lot of time and money that I don’t know we have. You’re not worried that it could ruin our futures?” You puzzled, your eyebrows furrowing in worry. Davey’s hands wrapped around your shoulder, squeezing a little 

        “I’m not worried. Well no, I am worried. But I have faith in you. In us. In our future. Together. With our family.” He promised, moving a hand to your stomach. You weren’t showing at all, but the gesture still made you feel connected to him. Like it was a tie that no one could undo. However sweet, your nerves still loomed over you.

        “But we-we’re only 17! Davey, we can’t do this! I-I can’t do this. I’m scared.” The last part came out much more hushed than you meant it to be. A sensation washed over you, not a partially pleasureful or painful one, just panic. You hadn’t even noticed that you were flailing your arms about until he caught hold of your hands. 

        “Darling, I know you are. Believe me, I am too. But you’re one of the strongest people I know,” He kissed your knuckles, “and I feed of off. You can do this. We can go this. And think about all the people we have looking out for us. My parents, Sarah, Jack, Katherine, Crutch. I know we’re young, but we can do this. It won’t ruin our future. It’s going to be okay, I won’t leave you. We’re going to get through this together and our child isn’t going to ruin our futures.”

        You were still crying, but your tears had turned to ones of joy. You engulfed Davey in a massive bear hug, to which he happily returned.

        “Thank you so much, Davey. I love you too.”

        “I love you too, (y/n). You and our baby.”

        “But how are we supposed to explain this to your mother?”

        Davey’s face suddenly twisted into one of fear. That was a problem for another time.

Ben vs. Gil~

A/N: This story is a continuation of my last smutty fic. That of which can be found here: [Link] so it might be a tad confusing if you haven’t already read that one lol.

Words: A lot. (Too lazy to count.)

Warnings: Slight Ben x Gil Angst/Fluff

After the limo had arrived, the seven kids got settled in their dorms. Mal and Evie went to their dorm, Jay and Carlos went to theirs, the very last people to check in were Ben and the two newcomers Harry and Gil. This being that Ben had to talk it over with Fairy Godmother on enrolling the two in. After some kingly charm and convincing, Fairy Godmother finally accepted the two, and they were each given schedules and room keys for their single dorm that of which they shared. Ben guided them both to their dorm to show it off. When they reached the room, the pirates quickly unlocked the door and eye’d their new humble abode. The room was very clean and fresh and the beds were made up with what looked like the softest mattresses and blankets/pillows to match. Completely different from what the two were used to on the isle. The boys were stun in awe at the sight.

“I take it you like the place?” Ben asked eyeing them both. “Like it? We love it!” Harry said grinning a not-so-sinister smile. Gil didn’t reply, he just stood there mouth agape. Ben let out a chuckle, “Well, I leave you two here to get settled, I’ll check in on you guys later, okay?” “Okay, Ben, we’ll see ye tonight~” Harry said in comical seductive tone, followed by a wink and a blown kiss at Ben. Ben nodded and slightly blushed at the gesture while closing the door. Time passed and it was almost time for Ben to turn-in for the night. As he was putting on pajamas, a thought popped in his head. He had forgotten to check on the two pirates! He immediately grabbed his robe and ran down to the boys’ dorm. He knocked on the door only to find it opening himself for it had not been locked. Ben giggled at the boys’ incompetence of not locking their door and walked in.

The room was dimly lit and was only lit by the moon’s light. Ben turned his gaze to the bed to find one bed occupied and another vacant. Ben turned his gaze to the occupied bed to find streaks of blonde hair sticking out. Gil was asleep and Harry was the one out. Ben trembled at the thought of where Harry was, but he felt too tired to find out. Ben’s mind soon turned to Gil lying in bed. ”Hey, Gil, you up buddy?” Ben asked in a calm tone. “Mhm,” Gil mumbled underneath his covers. Gil sat up from the warmth of the covers revealing a shirtless well-built body. Ben was taken back by it, and couldn’t help but turn a slight shade of red, though, thankfully it was obscured by the darkness of the room. “U-Uh, where’s Harry?” Ben asked, trying to break the soon to be awkward silence. “He’s gone to steal some pajamas for the both of us from the other dorms.” Gil replied. “Oh, you didn’t go with?” Ben asked curiously. “No, Harry said I was too dumb for the stealthy job,” Gil said in a sorrow tone, “And, he’s right, I am.” “What, no you aren’t!” Ben said. “Ben, I am dumb, don’t lie to me, Harry and Uma didn’t, hell, even my own dad didn’t.” 

Ben eyes widen, “Wait, your father called you dumb?” he asked. “Yeah, it’s pretty much the reason why I left to join Uma’s crew, because my father didn’t want a stupid son holding him down. My dad really arrogant and the thought of having an air-headed son was embarrassing to him.” Gil said. A single tear sliding down his cheek. Ben’s heart felt crushed after hearing about Gil’s father. He wanted to comfort him, he had to comfort him. “Gil,” Ben begun while draping an arm around the shoulder of the weeping boy, “You aren’t dumb or stupid, you’re neither of those things, you’re you, you’re awesome.” Ben finished.

 Gil looked into Ben’s eyes with a slight frown. After a short moment, Gil spoke. “Dude, I just said that you didn’t have to lie to me!” Gil said with a raised voice. “And I just said that I’m not lying..!” Ben said, “And keep your voice down you’ll wake the other boys..!” “FUCK THEM WAKING UP, OKAY? ‘CAUSE I KNOW THEY DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ME, NO ONE HAS, AND NO ONE WILL!” Gil shouted. Ben was thrown off by the Gil’s voice, and stopped caring about waking the others up, he had lost his temper. “GIL, I CLEARLY CARE ABOUT YOU, OTHERWISE I WOULDN’T BE HAVING THIS TALK, WOULD I?!” Ben shouted.“OF COURSE YOU CARE ABOUT ME, YOU RESCUED ME FROM THE ISLE! BUT DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT’S IT LIKE TO BE TREATED SO AWFUL BY YOUR FATHER AND FEEL SO ISOLATED?!” Gil replied. “YES, AS A MATTER OF FACT I DO!” Gil’s temper slowly faded as heard the words come from Ben’s mouth. Ben’s temper did too once was he saw he was finally getting to Gil. “I have..some father issues too, Gil!” Ben said calming down.

“B-But, How?! You’re dad’s King Adam, right?” “Yes, but, even though, it was hard growing up, my father wanted me to be the perfect king growing up, and he took drastic measures to make sure it. I guess he didn’t want me going ‘beast’ and being an awful ruler. Though, all of his King-Worthy tactics were so annoying, he isolated me away from my friends, gave me groundings, and basically he tried to morph me into a perfect king through every ways possible. It was unbearable and he still does it to this day,” Ben said looking down while reminiscing. Gil took a brief moment to take all the information in. “So, I guess we’re like..the father-problems-pals!” Gil said with a dopey smile trying to lighten the mood. Ben looked up and chuckled, “Guess we are. Well anyways, get some sleep, and feel better okay?” Gil nodded and Ben got and left to his dorm. 

Once he reached his dorm, he rolled in his large bed sighing after having gone through such an emotional roller coaster just then a couple minutes ago. As he was drifting off, he heard a creak in his door. Shoot, he thought, did he forget to lock the door on his way in? Maybe it was from hanging around the the two new VKs so much that made him pick up on their customs and leave the door unlocked. Ben smiled at the thought and got up to close the door. His eyes widen at what he saw. It was Gil, shirtless in his boxers. “Hey, dude, mind if I crash here, Harry’s taking too long, and I don’t wanna be lonely.” Ben stared for a sec and nodded happily. After he had locked the door, Ben got in bed with Gil accompanying him. Ben said his goodnights and turned over to get his much needed sleep; only to feel a strong arm wrap around his torso. Ben was going to turn around and ask why Gil was cuddling him, but before he could, he quickly heard the adorable snores of the pirate. After so, he decided to leave it alone and curl up in his fellow father-problems-pal’s arm. It may had been an emotional night, but the ending of it all was well worth it, in both boys’ cases.

Thoughts On the Recent CtM News (Actors/Characters Leaving)

So, it’s looking like Patsy, Delia, and Cynthia will not be returning for series 7. This is very sad.  I will miss these characters a lot. I’ve seen a lot of the emotional posts about this topic, and I understand the sadness, particularly from the ardent Pupcake fans. I wanted to share a few other thoughts as well.  More thoughts follow (this is long and rambling, so be warned):

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So I was ‘studying’ History and I wrote a fic

Dean watched as Cas squinted at the textbook for a few seconds before shutting with a sigh and putting it on the bed, then pacing the room.

“I just don’t understand this, Dean.” Cas frowned, and stopped pacing for a second, “why would anyone think that a fascist dictatorship is a good idea? The proposal of being ruled by onky one person is obviously a flawed system. And having complete control over an entire nation seems to be a ridiculous amount of power for one person.” He continued pacing.

Dean raised an eyebrow at his friend. “You lost me at ‘fascist’.”

Dean was sitting on his bed, and Cas was studying for his History exam in two weeks. Dean’s dad was out for work - he was a pilot, currently flying to Rio - and Sam was out with his girlfriend, so they had the place to themselves.

Cas ignored Dean’s last remark. “And this… enabling act? He had total power, and there was no democratic system.” Cas sat down next to Dean This Von Hindenberg seems like he should never have been in power - he actually wanted Hitler to be Chancellor. Why was Hitler so fixated on control, anyway?”

Dean shrugged, and said, “well, isn’t God a bit like that?”

“God isn’t a power-hungry genocidal maniac, Dean.”

“No, not God - I mean the system in heaven.”

Cas tilted his head slightly and frowned. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Anyway - why are you even studying? The exam’s in two weeks,” Dean said, let out a yawn and lay down on his bed. Cas lay down next to him.

One of the things Dean would never understand about Cas was his lack on knowledge about social customs and the world in general. Dean almost took things like World War 2 for granted, in a way - it seemed a given fact for him that some people were just plain evil. But Cas was always curious. Why are they evil?’

Good question.

“I think Lucifer is more like Hitler,” Cas said, snapping Dean out of his thought train. Dean turned his head on the pillow to look at Cas, who was staring absently at the ceiling.

“Demons are like Germans - the ‘superior race’,” Cas continued, “the Knights of Hell we learned about in Religious Studies could be the Gestapo - Secret Police, and us humans would be the Jews, and homosexuals. Of course, ten percent of us are homosexuals, but you get the point.”

“Yeah,” Dean agreed, realising that he’d been staring at Cas for a long time, and also realising that he didn’t want to stop.

“I’m not sure what the equivalent of concentration camps would be. Perhaps where they torture sinners in hell?”

Dean was subconsciously studying the was Cas’ lips moved as he spoke, the was his head shifted slightly and his eyes furrowed as he thought.

“Satanists performing acts of sin could represent Kristalnacht, when Nazis destroyed Jewish houses and synagogues. I wonder if there would be corruption in hell, such as how Hitler assassinated threats to his power? Probably. I mean, totalitarian systems all seem rather similar.”

Dean could only see half of Cas’ face - Cas was staring at the ceiling as he spoke - and Dean suddenly had a thought of wanting cas to be looking at him, not the ceiling, and wanting to look at Cas’ gface instead of just its profile.

“…what do you think, Dean?”

Realising Cas was asking him a question, Dean felt his cheeks flufh as he also noticed Cas’ nose was less than an inch away from his own.

Lost for words for a few seconds, Dean swallowed, Cas’ eyes seeming to x-ray him as he looked at them.

Then he quickly moved away, and tried to brush off the moment. “Personal space, Cas.”

“Uh, right. Sorry, Dean.”

“No problem.”

There was a few more seconds of awkward silence before Cas continued with his analogy.

“Of course, we can’t really compare a mortal figure to Satan himself. What I’m more interested in is why a human would want so much power?”

“I dunno, Cas.” Dean wasn’t really listening any more. His heartbeat felt alarmingly high for someone who had just been lying on a bed.

“I think it’s also fascinating how Hitler exploited the public. He used propoganda to make himself seem like the Germans’ saviour. Did you know that while Hitler actually needed glasses in real life, he never wore them in photos and posters because he thought they made him weak?”

“No,” replied Dean, trying to avoid looking at Cas.

“And he was always standing, looking stoically into the distance with a bright light behind him.”

“Really? That’s, uh, interesting.”

“It is, isn’t it? So many people were manipulated through propoganda, speeches and rallies.”

“Yeah.”

“Dean, are you alright? You’re quite quiet today,” Cas said, and Dean finally turned his head to look at Cas, whose eyebrows were slightly furrowed as he looked at Dean.

“I’m, uh, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“I said I was fine, Cas,” Dean snapped, and immediately regretted it at the look of hurt of Cas’ face.

“Oh.”

What felt like an hour passed, Dean looking away from Cas, yet feeling the burn of Cas’ eyes on the back of his neck, and feeling his heart beating fast in his chest.

“Dean,” Cas breathed, so Dean could hardly hear him. Despite his stubbornness, Dean gave in and turned to look at Cas again. 

Everything suddenly seemed to click into place, and then Dean was kissing him, and Cas was kissing him back, and it felt like the whole world had come to a stop in that moment-

“DEAN! I’M HOME, AND THERE’S PIE IN THE FRIDGE.”

Dean jerked away from Cas at Sam’s voice.

“Sorry, Cas, I-”

“Thank you, Dean.”

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Yay some fluff. I’m feeling kind today. Next time it might be some heart wrenching stuff so be warned…. it all depends on my mood >:)

You know what I love the most about Blair and Chuck? That when they weren’t dating, Chuck had sex with so many women, but when they were together, they never had a fight because of that. You know why? Because Chuck showed Blair how much he loved her and she knew that he’d never cheat on her. They trusted each other. They always did.
I just love the fact that trusting each other wasn’t never a problem in their relationship.

Caught In The Act: Josh Washington x Reader

Request: i was wondering could do one where emily has a crush on josh but josh like the reader and the reader likes josh and emily and josh do some things and the reader is heart broken but josh makes it up

A/n: I’m so so sorry for not posting for so long, I’ve been extremely busy with work and I’m having some personal problems atm, but I promise i will start writing more the next few weeks! 

Word count: 1,300

You had no idea why it bothered you so much. You knew he was kind off into you, he definitely showed that when you went on your first and only date. He had acted like a real gentlemen and kissed your cheek by the end of the night, but now it seemed like he had his eye on someone else.

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All the Little Things

Fandom: The Lord of The Rings

Paring: Legolas Thranduilion x OC (Lily)

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Word Count: 2,150 ^-^

Notes: Thank you, lovely anon for requesting this from me. I had a lot of fun writing it because I can personally relate to the problem of the OC. Its nice to imagine a scene where Legolas tells you why he loves you, so how could I not have fun writing this? :) I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. Remember, that all of you guys are beautiful (or handsome :*), and if I have to write individual fics of Legolas saying that to you, then so be it. :p

Love you guys, and see y'all in the next post. <3

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Pick Me

Request: Anon asked: Can you write #1 and #22 with barry allen please?

Summary: You’re a part of Team Flash and you slowly fall for Barry. However, you become distant when you realize he’ll never feel the same way.

Word Count: 850

Prompts: #1 - “You’re going to take his/her side over mine?”, #22 - “Why are you avoiding me?”

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Universe/Fandom: Arrowverse - The Flash

Warnings: nonneee i don’t think :)

A/N: SORRY I HAVEN’T BEEN POSTING! Last weekend was a busy weekend and this week has been really hectic and stressful. So, I sadly have not been able to write! I’m so sorry if I haven’t gotten to your request yet! I swear I will at some point! Lots of love and I hope you enjoy!


“What do you call a group of unorganized cats?” Cisco asked. You and Caitlin shrugged as small smiles snuck onto your faces, “A Cat-Astrophe.” Cisco put his hands up as he smirked. There was a moment of silence until all three of you broke into fits of laughter. All of a sudden, Barry walked into the cortex. You roll your eyes.

“I’m going to go see if my breakfast burrito is done cooking,” You walk out of the room to go and check how your burrito was doing. Soon, you walk back into the cortex with a mouthful of burrito. No one was in there so, you sat at your computer and attempted to locate the metahuman you guys were currently searching for.

“Hey,” Barry says. His voice causes you to jump. However, you continue to avoid his gaze and you even get up to leave the cortex. Barry stops you, “Why are you avoiding me?”

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Warren Worthington III x Reader

Summary:  Hey with the prompts can I get 12 with Warren he says it to the reader. Thanks.

Prompt: “You’re the worst person I’ve ever met and I loathe the sight of you.”

A/N: LETS GO

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Warren had no idea why he disliked you so much, or why you bothered him. You were the nicest person at this school, and the only one who wasn’t afraid to talk to him. But maybe that was his problem, he liked you and you were to good for him. He couldn’t have you.

That’s why he was so cold to you.Yet you were still so nice to him.

You knew it probably had to do with the way he was treated, and how he probably was never cared about or befriended in his life, so you tried not to let his cold demeanor scare you or push you away, but sometimes the things he said really did hurt. 

Like what happened today for example.

You saw Warren sitting alone in the courtyard. He was watching the younger students play basketball, and once and awhile his gaze would shift to the people riding bikes around the school, and occasionally over to the group you sat in with Scott, Peter, Jean, and the rest of the gang.

You told your group goodbye, before making your way over to Warren. 

Warren tensed as he saw you walking over trying to calm himself down a little before freaking out. He stiffened as you sat next to him and smiled.

‘Ignore her.’ He said to himself. But it was harder said than done.

As you smiled at him and said hello Warren forced himself to sigh, leaning back into the bench you both were on, and turned his head away from you.

You frowned but quickly replaced it with a small smile, not giving up.

“How’s your day been today?” You asked.

Silence.

“Uhm…What do you think of the new book Professor assigned? Are you excited to read it?”

More Silence.

“What about the homework assignment? Did you-”

“Will you shut up!” He yelled interrupting you causing you to jump back and everyone in the courtyard to watch you two.

“I-I’m…” You didn’t know what to say.

“Jesus you’re so annoying! Can’’t you tell I don’t like you.” He yelled a little louder.

He almost immediately apologizing as he saw the look on your face. Why was he doing this? He could fix everything right now, make things right. Tell you how he really feels.

But his insecurities got in the way.

“You’re the worst person I’ve ever met and I loathe the sight of you.” He finished yelling, breathing heavily.

And when the first tear fell from your face he immediately hated himself.

“I’m…I’m sorry, I didn’t” You didn’t even finish your sentence before you ran off wiping your eyes.

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Request- I have a request which you don’t have to do if you don’t want to or don’t have time to anyways… Deanxreader where there’s big age difference, I mean not too big but there it is and Sam or someone doesn’t support their relationship so it’s kinda messed up thanks :)

A/N- I have no idea why but this one came so naturally to me… I dunno but I just sat down and wrote and wrote! I didn’t stop to think what was going to happen it just happened lol… I can’t quite explain it… I was inspired by a youtuber today and I realized though his was in a much larger scale that we had a similar problem and his video really helped me a lot! Any who! Tell me what you think! x)

Dean x Reader

Word Count- 1486

Warning- age gap?


Dean had gone on a food run by the time you woke up. He had been extremely careful when he got up, since he didn’t want to wake you. Especially not when you were sleeping so peacefully.

You’ve been dating him for a year now, though you did have a rocky start. You were one month into being a hunter when you met him. Needless to say that you were beyond wary of people at the time and even now some part of you is still suspicious of the world. So when you bumped into two hunters, of course, you didn’t cooperate. It was your case after all.

You bumped into them a few times after that. Befriended them. Hunted with them. After six months of friendship, you found yourself extremely attracted to the older Winchester. You didn’t hide that attraction from him, though you felt he wouldn’t go for you, as you were younger than even Sam; which meant being much younger than Dean, but not to the point where it would be any issue. Not with you at least. It wasn’t for another month that he gave in to his own attraction.

Yet here you were a year later. Together.

You had waited about an hour and a half for Dean to return. You walk toward the library to check if he was there, since he wasn’t in the kitchen.

“Dean I know you’ve dated Y/N for a while now but-” You hear Sam start, causing you to freeze.

‘They’re talking about me?’ you thought.

“Yeah and?” Dean answered, not knowing what his brother was trying to say.

“It’s just that… Y/N’s younger than you… I mean– Y/N is younger than ME,” he says.

“Just barely. Why does that matter anyways?” Dean questioned, getting angry by the moment.

“You do know that you were already six years old when Y/N was born. I’m sorry but I… I don’t understand how that doesn’t bug you,” Sam admitted.

Dean was clearly taken aback. He never thought to worry about that, after all you were both adults. Not to mention that you weren’t just some fling. You were much more than that to Dean. Did you find it strange that he was older than you? He began to question himself.

You on the other hand, after hearing what Sam said, and not hearing Dean say anything in response- you weren’t so sure about your relationship. You turned back around; went to the kitchen, grabbed a beer, and wandered around the bunker aimlessly. Making a pros and cons list in your head. Should you stay with Dean or…?

It took you hours to gather your thoughts, and even then- all you could hear was Dean. “You’re just an inexperienced kid trying to act like an adult!” he had yelled at you when you were at each other’s throats, the day you had met. Over and over it replayed. You couldn’t help but feel sad, since it wasn’t long ago that he said that; less than two years.

It took Dean only a couple of minutes to actually think about it and realize that although the gap was there, he still loved you and knew that you loved him. With just that, anything anyone else would think seemed minor.

“Y/N!” Dean called. “Y/N- There you are!” he exclaimed. “I’ve been looking for you.”

You were sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall of some random room. “Oh… Hey Dean,” you answer weakly, not really looking him in the eyes.

“What are you doing in here?” he asked. He was the same Dean you always knew; same smile, same smooth way of talking, but that made it that much more difficult for you.

“Uh- I’m not sure. I just sort of came here,” you chuckled. “I’ve been thinking,” you paused. “I want to go on a hunt,” you said.

Dean looked at you curiously, “Sure. Sam’s looking for one right now,” he responded.

“No… I mean… I want to go on a hunt… by myself,” you say.

“What? Why all of a sudden? We can go toget-” he starts.

“I’m not a kid!” you shouted. Your eyes widened when you realized that you had raised your voice unnecessarily. You sighed, “I Just want to go on my own. It’s been a while you know…” you smiled at him weakly.

He looked at you, thinking back, he didn’t ever see your stubborn side, but that look in your eyes told him that you were going no matter what, “Are you sure you want to go alone?” he asked.

You nodded, “Yeah.”

He sighed, but smiled, “Alright,” he said. “If this is something you want to do, then I guess I’ll help you find a hunt.”

You stared back at him, “Okay,” you say quickly, exiting the room just as fast. You rushed toward the library, find a hunt as soon as possible.

Sam was still in there and a part of you didn’t want to see him. He looked up toward you, “Hey,” he said.

“Have you found a hunt?” you asked.

He looked at you, a bit confused by the urgency in your voice, “Yeah… I think there’s a shifter in the next town over,” he informed.

“Great. I’ll pack my duffel and be on my way,” you told him.

“What?” he questioned.

“I’ll pack my duffel and be on my way,” you repeated. “Text me the details,” you add.

“Wait!” he called out but you left no room for questions and left.

You quickly packed your duffel bag and got in your car, which you hadn’t used in a while. You left, not saying goodbye to anyone. By the time Dean had noticed, it was already too late.

“What’s up with Y/N?” Sam asked Dean.

Dean stood in the garage. He didn’t answer, though he had a suspicion on why you were acting strangely. He then turned toward his brother, almost glaring at him. “I think Y/N heard what you said earlier,” he responded in a low rough voice.

Sam’s eyes widened for a second, “I- I didn’t mean-”

“Yeah well it doesn’t matter. I’ll let Y/N have their time but when they come back, you better apologize. I’m not going to lose Y/N over something so small like this,” Dean told him.

“Of course… I just-” Sam starts.

“Sam… It doesn’t matter… Our age gap or whatever the hell you want to call it… What’s important is that we care about each other. That I don’t force Y/N to do anything they don’t want and the other way around. Got it?” Dean questions.

“Yeah,” Sam answers.

Although Dean says he’ll let you have your time, he couldn’t help but worry. Especially since you left on a sour note, meaning you weren’t checking in. He tried not to pry and seem overly worried went he text you, but it was hard because he WAS worried.

You didn’t answer any text. You just focused on the hunt. That in itself only took you a day and a half, but you took an extra day just to think about your situation. The fact of the matter was that you weren’t at any point ever affected by the age gap. You were both adults. You both cared about each other. What you WERE worried about was that Dean might be bothered by it.

It had been three days since you left, and you arrived wordlessly back to the bunker. You went straight for the kitchen for some water. Dean was already in the kitchen, grabbing a beer. The second he lay his eyes on you, he swiftly walked over to you, hugging you tight.

“How’d it go?” he asked.

You were a bit shocked, “Uh… I killed it… so good.”

He chuckled, “Good work,” he said.

“Thanks. Um… Sorry for not responding and checking in… I just-” you stammer for the right words.

“You needed time. It’s alright,” he said, still hugging you.

You had hugged him back, “Thank you,” you responded. You pulled away, “Dean… I need to ask you…”

“Anything-” he said.

“Does it bother you..? Does it bother you that I’m younger than you… younger than even Sam?” you questioned.

He smiled, “Do you love me?” he asked in return.

You were confuse but still answered. “Of course I do.”

He smiled, his eyes a tad softer than usual, “I love you too,” he said.

“But-” you say.

“It doesn’t bother me. It never has,” he answered.

All you could do was hug him again. You were happy that you didn’t have to break up or hide your anxiety. You should have known better than to have run from the problem, but sometime running or taking some time gives you a bit of perspective. Enough breathing room to think about what you want and what is good for you. Of course, it did helped that your partner was understanding.

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PHANTOM INVESTIGATORS (2002)

a cartoon show that aired on Kids’ WB, premiering on May 25, 2002 and ending on June 29, 2002. It was created using a surprising mixture of stop-motion animation (used for the main cast and the other citizens),puppetry (used for many of the supernatural creatures that are encountered), and live-action (used mainly for people who are dead, in other words, ghosts).

Why was it forgotten?: ECLIPSED BY OTHER, MORE POPULAR SHOWS ON THE BLOCK AT THE TIME

Eagle eyed viewers out there might find this style of animation to be very very familiar. That’s because this show was the creation of Stephen Holman who’s production crew also made the surreal, and imaginative short, Life With Loopy on Nickelodeon’s animated variety show, KaBlam!

Glad to see their art and animation was welcomed elsewhere because I always thought Life With Loopy was quite an interesting series, and that charm and imagination has carried over to this show. It’s weird, it’s wild, it’s got some freaky monster designs, has a great setting, and has some great visual effects. 

The place where I say this series suffers most is in its writing. I don’t know what happened between this and Life With Loopy but it seems the writing staff forgot how kids talked and interacted with each other. The main cast can be pretty dang annoying to listen to and they say some pretty dumb things too often.

Did I mention this was an early-2000′s era Kid’s WB comedy cartoon? No? Well that should explain it all.

Anyway, with that in mind the show isn’t terrible. If I knew it existed at the time it was relevant I probably would’ve watched it and enjoyed it. Why did I not know about it until it was told to me out of the blue by an anonymous fan– or random passerby, I won’t make assumptions on whether or not they like this blog or not?

I don’t even know why I asked that question when I know the answer; this could never compete against X-Men Evolution, Yu-Gi-Oh, and of course, Pokemon: Johto League Champions. Ain’t that a bitch and a half?

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  • there is none

CLOSING THOUGHTS

This show had so much potential, it could have grown and evolved past the problems I had with it if it wasn’t just absolutely crushed by shows that were so much bigger and had a different audience. I feel so bad for it, this is one of those shows where you can really tell the production team put their heart and soul into creating it and it ended up yielding mediocre ratings.

Sigh, I think I’m gonna take a nap.

George Harrison and Madonna, Shanghai Surprise press conference, 6 March 1986

Photo: Dave Hogan/Getty Images

“I don’t like people who think they’re big shots.” - George Harrison

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“[George] Harrison was uncharacteristically curt in summing up the two stars. ’[Sean] Penn is a pain in the ass,’ he complained to the Hollywood Reporter. Of Madonna, as quoted in Cleo magazine, he said, ‘All this aloofness and star stuff… it’s bullshit. I’m not trying to be nasty, she’s probably got a lot in her that she hasn’t even disovered yet, but she has to realise that you can be a fabulous person and be humble as well.’” - Very Naughty Boys: The Amazing True Story of HandMade Films by Robert Sellers [x]

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George Harrison: “…We got the wrong actors…”
Q: “But as actors you had Madonna and Sean Penn.”
GH: “That’s what I mean! [Laughs]” - Countdown, 22 February 1988

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