x is watching you y

26 Unusual K-pop Asks: What's/Who's...
  • A: Something really attractive that your bias does?
  • B: A favorite physical feature of your bias?
  • C: A color that you think your bias looks good in?
  • D: Your favorite dance?
  • E: An idol you think would be easy to get along with?
  • F: The first group you loved?
  • G: A group you wish you could see more of on your dash?
  • H: The best hairstyle your bias has ever had?
  • I: The most interesting voice or style in K-pop?
  • J: A group you love to jam out to?
  • K: Your favorite non-Korean idol?
  • L: Your favorite line from a song?
  • M: Your favorite Maknae?
  • N: The best/catchiest name (or stage name)?
  • O: Another occupation you could see your bias being?
  • P: Your favorite photoshoot?
  • Q: A quality your bias shows that you absolutely love?
  • R: The best rapper, or, the best rapper line?
  • S: A song that never fails to get stuck in your head?
  • T: Your favorite hidden talent an idol has shown?
  • U: The most unusual group?
  • V: The best/sexiest voice in K-pop?
  • W: Something you wonder about?
  • X: Your favorite cross-group friendship?
  • Y: The last M/V you watched on Youtube?
  • Z: Not related to Z, but... Your favorite Kpop blogs?
How to study 2 languages at the same time
  • Make a schedule; 
  • Try to study language X in the afternoon and language Y in the morning; don’t change their order, unless you are advanced enough so you won’t mix them
  • Have different notebooks for them and if you use colors in your notes, think like 1 color = 1 language
  • When you study, have a certain place for each language (e.g. kitchen = French, bedroom = German, living room = Chinese)
  • Don’t focus on the same thing for your languages in the same day, if you watch a movie for language X, don’t watch a movie for language Y after (unless you are upper intermediate), if you watch a movie in X, read something in Y 
  • Try to spend the same amount of time on your languages, if you stay 2 hours studying X, you should spend the same amount on Y 
  • If you can’t do so, choose your “priority” and study 80% and 20%.
  • Occasionally switch the language that’s your priority.
  • When you practice, at the beginning try to talk to different people, not a person who knows all your target languages
  • If you use sticky notes like me, i assume you have more than 1 colour so again, 1 color =  language
  • Avoid languages from the same family.
  • Use both languages when you want to translate something. If you learn French, then translate a French text to your 2nd language.
  • If you use flashcards a lot, mix them. You practice both languages at once and you learn to switch between them.
  • If you can’t learn 2 languages at the same time, accept that and learn them one by one.
  • Find resources that allow you to use both languages at the same time.
  • Use personas to avoid mixing up your languages.
  • Choose 2 languages with different levels. e.g. if you are intermediate in French, you can start Japanese
  • Avoid starting 2 new languages. If you are a bit advanced in one, it’s better.
  • Accept the fact that you would be biased and like one of your 2 languages more.
  • Experiment new study methods and see what works for you.


I’ll Come Back for You Part 7

Poe dameron x reader

Summary: Y/N watches as her father confronts her brother. (I totally don’t feel like writing a summary but you get the gist of it.)

Warnings: Curse words, mentions of blood and death.

A/N: Sorry it has been so long since I have posted this! But yay I finally got to post it!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 

I do not own anything!!!!

Originally posted by hardyness

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If You Only Knew - Live From Houston (x)


Jackson x Reader

Part Two

“(Y/N) right?” Jackson asked as he watched you walk out of the school.

“Maybe… why what’d you want?” You asked Jackson who grinned.


“No offence but I just need to use you, and I’d rather it be you than Stilinski.” Jackson muttered as he gripped the back of your hair and forced your neck back before revealing his red eyes and fangs, his deep bite muffling you cry for Scott’s help.

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Fandom Ask Meme
  • I wanted to do some different questions, so I made a thing. Adjust the phrasing for book series/etc and don't forget to send a fandom with your letter.
  • A. What did this show do better than any other?
  • B. What did this show do badly that others have done well?
  • C. Which actors/actresses did the best job?
  • D. Which actors/actresses did the worst job?
  • E. Which actors/actresses do you like/think you would get along with?
  • F. Which actors/actresses do you not like/think you wouldn't get along with?
  • G. Any plot holes you just can't get past?
  • H. What went on too long?
  • I. If you had to name your child after a character in the show, which one would you choose?
  • J. If you had to name your pet after a character in the show, which one would you choose?
  • K. Ideally, how long did you want the show to last?
  • L. What's your favorite spin off idea?
  • M. How's the fandom for this particular show?
  • N. Name one problematic thing that really bothered you.
  • O. Name one problematic thing you let slide.
  • P. Who would you play if you had to take over a role?
  • Q. How do you rank this show in your list of favorites?
  • R. Do you follow the creator's other work?
  • S. Do you follow any of the actors/actresses other work?
  • T. Did you watch this show week to week or binge watch?
  • U. Why would you recommend this show to someone?
  • V. Why wouldn't you recommend this show to someone?
  • W. What mood makes you want to re watch this show?
  • X. What merchandise do you have?
  • Y. What merchandise do you want?
  • Z. What relationship/s did you like enough to write or read fan fiction about?
Soul Mates - A Dean Ambrose Imagine

Summary: How far would you go to be with your soulmate? For Dean, it wasn’t so easy, he had a couple of… complications in getting his soulmate :)

Word Count: 3.7K Words (My hands are dead tbh)

A/N: This is like my first proper imagine so some feedback would be great, thanks and enjoy!! <3

Soul mates, such a simple yet beautiful concept.

The idea of having a soul mate sounds extremely appealing to most, but for the wildcard, Dean Ambrose, it was quite the opposite. See, it’s not that he didn’t like the idea of having a soul mate as such, it was more the fact that he would never get to meet his soulmate in human form…

To put it bluntly, Dean was dead. Deceased. Gone. He was simply a spirit, wandering around the lonesome streets of his hometown, Cincinnati. He could have travelled the world if he wanted to but the remainder of his heart and soul begged him to stay home, the place where he grew up to become the tough man he once was. The place where his love for wrestling derived from. The place where he got up to all sorts of trouble in his adolescent years. The place where SHE was. Y/N. The not so lucky girl who happened to be his soulmate, the girl who would never truly feel complete, or feel contented without him.

That within itself caused Dean to die a little inside (ironic huh?), knowing that he couldn’t be there for the girl he knew he loved. The girl who was meant to love him too. The girl he was supposed to live a long and happy life with who he had abandoned, though not intentional, abandoned her nonetheless. Knowing he couldn’t physically be there for her wounded him deeply so he did whatever he could do to make sure she was safe and happy spiritually. He watched over her like that of a guardian angel, always being there to protect her in times of need and there to comfort her in times of sadness and guilt. He tried to make his presence known to her in the most obscure ways, like knocking one of her stuffed animals off of her shelf whenever she was sad to provide comfort or magically changing her song playlists so that only her favourites would come on.

Y/N was completely oblivious to it all though, she just thought of Dean’s actions as coincidences, not bothering to explore the nature of them much to the frustration of Dean. Never in a million years would Y/N have thought that she was being watched over by a spirit, the spirit that happened to be her soulmate for that matter. As a firm believer of fate, she simply believed that the strange coincidences that were happening at certain points of her life were just meant to happen, it almost… felt right to her and although that was comforting to Dean, it troubled him that Y/N hadn’t realised that he was there. He yearned for the acknowledgement from her but knew he would never get it.

Or so he thought.
On one stormy October night, Y/N had had trouble sleeping. She was utterly terrified of storms and couldn’t help but flinch every time she heard a boom of thunder or saw a flash of lightning. She sat cross-legged on her bed, face buried in hands, uttering words of reassurance to herself, trying to overcome her irrational fear of storms. Dean was perched on a chair in the corner of her room, his facial features laced with concern, the event happening in front of him distressing him more than he’d like to let on. He wished for nothing more than to just be able to hold her and tell her that everything would be okay but unfortunately, it was just not possible, so he did what he could do and channelled his mind to focus on pushing off a little stuffed animal from Y/N’s little shelf next to her obscenely large mirror which she claimed fit in with her room.

A multi-coloured unicorn that Y/N considered to be her favourite dropped off of her shelf and landed in front of her mirror just as another roll of thunder came around. Admittedly, she couldn’t help but jump and let out a little squeal of shock and fear as both things happened simultaneously. When she realised her unicorn has fallen, she smiled a little and got up to retrieve and cuddle it, though she couldn’t help but stare softly at herself in the mirror. She looked tired, the bags under her eyes drastically darkening, eyebrows knitted in fear, mouth fixed into a small frown. She longed to be happy again…

Dean couldn’t help but be awe-stricken as he stared at her as she got up, even when her hair was dishevelled and she was in baggy sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, she remained beautiful. Frustrated, he pulled at his hair a little and gazed at her longingly, knowing that he all he could do was look. As she bent over, Dean let out a low groan, admiring every inch of her body whilst he could. He walked to over to where she was, standing behind her, and trained his baby blue eyes on her through the mirror. He couldn’t help but admire how good they looked together, she was small and cute whilst he was tall and rugged. He towered over her but he found that amusing, a small smile playing on his lips. Dean instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist but sighed sadly as his arms went straight through her and gasped as Y/N shivered.

“Fuck.” He thought to himself, knowing that he had just screwed himself over. He took a couple of step backs as Y/N stared into the mirror with a look of confusion, cautious as to what was going to happen next.

She could’ve sworn she felt something go through her… Thinking she was just tired and crazy, Y/N shook her head a little and prepared to turn around and faceplant her bed. Well… that was until a flash of lightning appeared out of nowhere and Y/N saw a handsome yet rugged- looking man pop up suddenly in her mirror. She let out a loud scream as she saw what she did and whipped her head around to see if the man was still there. Much to her confusion, the man she saw had now disappeared.

Dean was just as confused. Did she just…? Oh, my God, she fucking saw me?! What? Is that even possible?” Dean thought to himself, mind racing with all sorts of scenarios. His thoughts however, got cut off with the soft sound of Y/N’s voice rippling through the air.

“I-Is anyone there? I k-know I saw someone… Please don’t hurt me…”  Y/N whimpered out pathetically. The last thing she wanted was to be murdered or something on an already troubling night for her. Dean felt his heart rip into pieces, guilt surfacing as he knew that he was the cause of her fear right now. He wanted to speak out to her but she wouldn’t hear a damn word he was saying. Suddenly feeling angered, he raised his arm and dropped all of her stuffed animals from the shelf, causing Y/N to screech out in pure horror. Almost instantaneously, he froze in his tracks, feeling incredibly guilty by now for scaring the girl he deeply loved.

“I’m a monster…” Dean whispered out in shame, sinking down to the floor and sitting there, afraid of himself.

“I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean to anger whoever you are… I just, who are you? What do you want from me…?” Y/N asked confidently, scanning the room, knowing that whoever this was, they weren’t actually physically there much to her relief. I’m not dying tonight…” She muttered to herself, much to Dean’s amusement. Dean didn’t quite know how to respond and he looked around the room frantically, trying to come up with a way to communicate with her. As soon as he located some pens and papers, he knocked them off the desk, hoping that Y/N would pick up on what he was trying to do. Luckily for him, Y/N was quite intuitive and picked up on what the weird spirit thing was doing.

“Oh, you’re gonna write something for me then…” She giggled happily, relieved that this random spirit didn’t seem evil or want to kill her. Dean couldn’t help but grin happily as she giggled. “That giggle is so fucking adorable, just like her…” He thought to himself thankfully. Y/N then proceeded to lay out some paper and opened up the lid to one of her felt pens, sat back and waited for something to happen. Dean looked at the pen in concentration, focusing on moving it carefully across the page to write out a sentence or two to the love of his life. Y/N’s eyes widened to the size of golf balls when one of her pens began to levitate out of thin air, rubbing her eyes to assure herself that what she was seeing was real. It had only just dawned to her that communicating with spirits was not an ordinary thing for a girl like her to be doing but still, she embraced the situation nonetheless. She waited patiently for the pen to be placed back down before she leaned forward to read what was written in what she personally thought was scruffy handwriting.

Dean looked at her anxiously when she read aloud what he had said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you, my name is Dean, nice to meet you.
“Oh, well… Hello Dean, I’m Y/N! What brings you here of all places? I mean, it’s not every day I get a ghost scaring me in the middle of the night.” She responded chirpily, forgetting about the storm that had kept her awake in the first place and focusing on the ghost that she admittedly thought was hot from what she saw.

Dean couldn’t help but smile softly as her response, bringing his attention to the pencil once more. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl like you :) It’s hard to explain doll… You wouldn’t believe me if I told you why I’m here…” Dean wrote down cautiously, afraid that he would scare her if he leapt straight in with explaining the whole soulmate situation. Y/N couldn’t help but blush profusely as Dean complimented her but was intrigued by what that last bit meant.

“Dean come on, if I can believe that I’m talking to you, a ghost may I add, I’m sure I’ll be able to believe what you have to say,”  she replied a little sassily, rolling her eyes playfully, causing Dean to chuckle and shake his head in amusement and went to work on a careful response.

“I’m here for a reason doll, you see, we both know I’m dead. But… I’m kinda like your guardian angel, here to watch over you. If I were alive, I would be with you. You’re… my soulmate Y/N.”
Dean was feeling extremely edgy as to how she’d respond, she had simply read it and stayed quiet for longer than he’d liked… “C’mon Y/N, say something darlin’…” He spoke out quietly, hoping she’d somehow pick up that he was scared.

It was then, that she responded. “I uh, wow… Y/N whispered in disbelief. S-Soulmate huh? Well you got a pretty bad pick huh…” She tried to joke around and lighten the mood, chuckling nervously. Dean simply gazed at her, puzzled. “Bad pick? She thinks lowly of herself…?” He thought to himself, a little angered that she’d think that. He instantly brought the pen to paper again to reply determinedly.

“Sweetheart, no. You’re probably the best pick I could’ve asked for, I mean look at you, you’re so gorgeous…”
Dean admitted sheepishly, not that she’d know that…

Y/N blushed yet again, Dean’s kind words having been something she was not exactly used to. All of her life she was subjected to some form of abuse, not physical as such, more verbal and emotional so for someone to genuinely say something nice to her, it touched her more than normal. That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me… She responded with just a touch of a voice crack. Dean looked at her with a look of sympathy, being able to relate to her on so many levels.

Snapping out of it, Dean began to respond once more. That was how that stormy October night went. Y/N didn’t regret the fact that she had gotten no sleep, or that she had used a lot of paper to talk to Dean or even that a lot of her pens were used up. She most certainly didn’t regret talking to Dean. Ghost or not, he was the biggest sweetheart that she had ever met and she definitely planned on keeping him in her life.

And Dean? He was just pleased that Y/N knew he was there, that she was aware of everything going on and that she had accepted him.

Many months had passed by and the bond between Dean and Y/N grew stronger. They knew each other inside out by the time it had reached spring time, even if their only form of communication was by the pen and paper method that they had initially tried out. Y/N had learned many interesting things about Dean before he died, he was a wrestler in the independent circuit, wanting to get into the big leagues of WWE which he sadly couldn’t accomplish before he died. She learned about his rough past growing up in Cincinnati and how he overcame everything he did. She even learned the stupid things, like how he once screwed a girl in a bear suit, which undeniably, amused her more than it should have. Most importantly, she figured out what he properly looked like.

Google sure as hell was a saviour for her, Dean had showed her pictures of him from his days as ‘Jon Moxley’ and she sure as hell thought he was sexy, though she never explicitly told him that.

She felt at ease with his presence but still never felt 100% complete. She knew what she had to do in order to properly be with Dean, and she willing to do it within a heartbeat.

Dean however, was reluctant on letting her do anything. Though she was his soulmate and he knew he loved her more than he loved anything else, he didn’t want her to make any decisions that she would regret. He wanted Y/N to live her life to the fullest, experience all of the things that he could not, and embrace all of the things that she could feel, whilst she was alive. The last thing he wanted was her to act on his behalf rather than her own, it would eat him alive if she did something stupid and then regretted it for the rest of eternity, especially if he were to be the blame of it all. It irked Y/N that Dean was against her idea but she also understood why he felt the way he did and no matter how much she tried to reassure him that she 100% do what she wanted to do, he always countered it by guilt tripping her, much to her dismay.

That was why she requested that Dean let her do her own thing for one night, lying by saying that she was going to have a ‘Girl’s night’ with some of her friends when in reality, she was going to go ahead with her ‘plan’. Though reluctant, Dean agreed to leave her be, not wanting to interfere with her plans with the girls.

He instead, decided to take a journey to the home he grew up in that night, walking slowly to the small house that so many memories, more bad than good, were made in.  His eyes were glazed over, tears threatening to spill at the thought of everything that had happened in this place. He walked through the walls and into his room, looking at everything passively. His walls were still the same. Covered in posters of wrestlers he had looked up to, Dean’s lips curled into a small smile, admiring the different people, reminding him of why he wrestled in the time that he was alive. It got him thinking back to his CZW days as ‘Jon Moxley’, thinking to the point where has unconsciously sat on the bed and got lost in his thoughts…

Meanwhile, Y/N was preparing for what would be, the most important moment in her life. On her table, lined up one by one, were pills, it didn’t matter to her what pills they were, it just mattered that they were there. She sat down opposite the pills, just staring at them. Never had she thought that she’d be doing something as drastic as this for love. But then again, never had she thought that she’d fall madly in love with a ghost either. She wasn’t going to do this for him, even if he thought that, she was doing it for them. She wanted to see Dean now, she wanted Dean to embrace her like she knew he wanted, hell she wanted to embrace him too. She most definitely wanted to do this but before she could, she had to write out a note for Dean, in case he came back suddenly and she wasn’t there. With a sigh, she began to write out her short note to Dean.

To the Love of My Life, Dean,

You’re totally gonna be mad when you’ve found out what I’ve done but what you have to realise is that I did this for US, not for you. After all these months, just talking to you has made me realise that I NEED you in my life. My life doesn’t necessarily account for me physically being ALIVE, my life accounts for what counts and for what matters. And you know what? YOU matter to me most, YOU’RE the only reason I get by these days and YOU are the love of my fucking life Dean. I want to be able to live my life to the fullest with you, and if that means that I have to be dead to accomplish that then so be it. You complete me Dean, without you, I am nothing. This is why I’m doing this. I hope to see you soon, ACTUALLY see you. I swear I’ll cry when I do, but yeah, until we see each other again baby…

- Y/N xo

“Okay… This is it, you can do it…” Y/N whispered to herself reassuringly. Slowly, she reached out for the first pill and her glass of water and quickly knocked it down. After the first pill, she grew more confidence and before she knew it, she had consumed all of the pills. Soon after, she started to feel the effects of it, eyes growing heavy, head spinning, the nausea surfacing, it became too much. She hit the ground with a thud and started to see the darkness beginning to consume her vision.

It was all okay now…

Dean had an uneasy feeling after a while, he just felt as if something was wrong with Y/N and no matter how much he tried to reassure himself, he just HAD to check on her to make sure he was okay. He quickly left his childhood home and rushed back to Y/N’s place, practically running to her room in her small apartment. The sight in front of him alone brought tears to his eyes and he felt sick to his stomach. There she was, the love of his life, face first on her bedroom floor, looking lifeless. “Oh, god oh god oh god!” He thought to himself in a panic. He rushed over to her and tried to shake her, growing more frustrated with himself when his hands went through her, he fucking forgot that he was a ghost.

“Y/N! Y/N!!!!” He shouted helplessly, voice cracking and tears flowing freely down his cheeks. He looked around frantically for her before noticing a little note with her handwriting on it perched on her desk. He wiped his eyes furiously before snatching up the note and reading it. His eyes softened greatly and he took in everything that was written with great consideration.

Slowly, he sat on her bed, taking in her scent that he had grown fond of over the months and buried his hands into his face, sobbing helplessly. “Will I ever see her again? What happens if she never finds me? She loves me? Fuck I love her too, more than she knows and now I have no fucking clue where she is!” Dean thought to himself anxiously.

Minutes, which had felt like hours to Dean, has passed before he thought he had heard something in between his sobbing. He looked up reluctantly, wanting nothing more than to just cry his pain away, stunned to see what he did. Y/N. Y/N was stood by the door of her room, smiling at Dean so widely, he was sure her face would split in half.

“Y-Y/N? Is that really you?” Dean asked in disbelief, still a little dazed as he was convinced that he’d never see her again. “Dean, oh my god, Dean! I can see you, and hear you!” Y/N exclaimed happily, rushing over and tackling Dean into a hug on the bed. Dean let a happy but broken laugh escape from his lips as she did so, hugging her back tighter than ever.

“Y/N, it’s really you.” He whispered back in disbelief. “N-Never scare me like that again, okay?!” Dean demands firmly, hating that he looked weak in front of Y/N. “I’m sorry Dean, I really am but I HAD to do this, I NEEDED to be with you. And my god, I fucking am. You know, you’re so much hotter than your pictures, they really did no justice and and oh my god, boy am I hap-mmmph”! Y/N began to ramble, more excited than ever to actually be with Dean. Though it amused Dean, he couldn’t help but fondly stare at her lips whilst she spoke, not being able to resist the urge to kiss her and so he did just that.

They kissed for, what seemed like a lifetime but what actually was, a minute or so. Dean pulled away, resting his forehead onto Y/N’s softly, staring into her eyes lovingly.

He had his soulmate in his arms and he knew, that everything would be okay.



Tagging: @actualamyautopsy, @violettevision, @xxlunaticxxarchitectxx, @xxmandarxx, @ilovesamizaynn, @lil28, @devildevlin, @captainbigdickambrose, @the-awkward-fangirl-hard-life, @noah-ambrose, @awesome-ambrose-world (I NEED YOUR LOVELY OPINIONS, THANK YOU <3)

anonymous asked:

Hello, I was wondering if you have any tips for studying multiple languages at once?

I won’t recommend it anon. From my point of view, it’s easier to study them 1 by 1 until you are intermediate and you can use those languages daily and you get to be advanced in a slow way, but since you asked for tips, here are my suggestions:

  • make a schedule, if you study 2 languages, then morning/afternoon works, you study a bit daily in this way. If you have more than 2, then avoid combinations from the same family, think that Italian is allergic to Spanish, French annoys Spanish, so avoid that, no one wants an angry language. And if you study 2 languages from the same family, 1 language per day.
  • try to study language X in the afternoon and language Y in the morning, Z at night; don’t change their order, unless you are advanced enough so you won’t mix them
  • have different notebooks for them and if you use colors in your notes, think like 1 color = 1 language
  • change your studying place so your mind won’t get too comfy in only 1 place or have a special place for each language
  • don’t focus on the same thing for your languages in the same day, if you watch a movie for language X, don’t watch a movie for language Y after (unless you are upper intermediate), if you watch a movie in X, read something in Y 
  • spend the same amount of time on your languages, if you stay 8 hours studying X, you should spend the same amount on Y and Z
  • when you practice, at the beginning try to talk to different people, not a person who knows all your target languages
  • if you use sticky notes like me, i assume you have more than 1 colour so again, 1 color =  language

This is all i could think of, i hope it’s helpful for you. Anyway, try to use them only at the A1-B1 levels, after you can “control” the languages better so you won’t mix them up or anything.

Good luck with your studies anon. ^^

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“Are you watching, Y/n? Are you watching yourself come apart, just for me?” 

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Life outside of Fandom

Where your friends keep asking you… have you seen X tv show? Did you see Y Netflix series? Have you watched Z movie?

Thought bubble answer:

“NOOOOOO!!! I am stuck in a cruel love affair with the best on screen couple/not couple in 1959/1960 Ballarat in the best show ever in the history of film making and things are happening on the daily that are not to be missed and I’ve found my people on Tumblr with the best run on hashtags and don’t even get me started about my enablers at FFN”

Audible answer:

“I’ve just been so busy”

Preference 8: Your Twitter Conversations (w/Pictures)


My baby y/n says she needs more bubblegum flavored ice cream.

Yeah, Con. Thanks for telling that to 1.6M people.

Did you just went on my profile and checked how many followers I have? xD

maybe…maybe not. Is it weird?

Aww it’s okay baby, its not weird at all. But what’s weird is the fact that we’re just sitting besides each other.


Haha, accurate. So, uh, shall we stop and actually speak irl?

Okay…if you go get me some more bubblegum ice cream.

Fine, fine. I’ll go back to the shop.

Aaaaand this is why, ladies and gentlemen, Condor is the best.

Thanks for that, baby. But I really don’t need a reminder right now… ;)

I take that back.


Babes ring collection is growing <3

Oh so this is why you’ve asked me to take a picture of my hands xD

Aha, of course! Need one more babe?

WHAT? On my thumb? Nooooo I have enough! xD

Nope. I wanna spoil you.

You’ve already spoiled me enough with food and things Brad xD I don’t really need a ring on my thumb…

Ohhh yes you do. 

No I don’t.

Oh look! Thumb rings exists!

Brad, no, no, no, no, no. I really don’t need another one!!


You didn’t just ordered one…nope.

Already did, love x

I hate you.

I love you too xx


Gorgeous x

I hate you for posting that Evans.

Oooooh she called me by my last name!!

And so?


Oh wow, well, sorry Tris xD

It’s no problem. You look beautiful in the picture btw.


You should say thanks for letting me show the world for how gorgeous you look x


That’s more like it ;)

You’re gonna be called by my last name as well anyways x


Y/N still got her disney dvd’s…

Is it really that bad that you posted it on twitter?

No its not! I really love it <3

I think Im so childish now. 

No you’re not! I really love it that you still watch disney films x

I’m classy like that xD

Of course! Currently wishing to watch all of them with you right now… :’( 

@y/t/n: I know James, me too. But its only three more months left before your tour ends. Hang on :) 

@TheVampsJames: Baby, I cant hang on. I miss you like crazy. I want you to be with me right now. I badly want to hold you again. 

@y/t/n: Babe…of course I do really miss you too. But we need to hang on a bit longer, okay? 

@TheVampsJames: Okay love. Love you so much <3

I love you more x

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Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

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“Y/N! Watch out!” You hear someone yell. Before you could even register what was going on, you were being held by Pietro, your best friend, and was set down. It seems like you were still in the forest where the fight was taking place, but you were some distance away.

“Piet! What the hell! Get me back there, you guys need help.”

“No, you almost got shot.”

“Yeah! That’ll happen when we’re on missions!” You tried to walk past him, but he stopped.

“Y/N, please.” He was giving you that puppy dog look that you hated oh so much.

“Ugh. Fine!” You throw your hands up to surrender, “I’ll just wait here.” Pietro winks at you and then speeds away. Damn him. Damn yourself for loving him.

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(#56) Harley Quinn x Reader

Harley Quinn x Reader 

It was late at night. You were laying in bed watching Y/F/S and playing on your phone until you heard a loud knock at the door.

Standing there soaking wet, makeup running down her face (along with tears), and some big bruises.

“Harley, what happened?”

She didn’t answer instead she walked inside. This was the first time you’d ever seen Harley with out any kind of bubbly in her attitude. Slowly you closed the door and walked into the room she was in. 

She had more tears rolling down her face slowly. You sat down beside her and put your arms out to give her a big hug.

“What happened?”

“Huh.. Nothing Puddin’.”

You froze and looked down at her.

“What did you just call me?”


“Harls. You’re hiding something from me. What is it?”

“J hit me and yelled. For some reason I just left…”

You kissed her hair and giggled.


“I love you puddin’”

She giggled and sat up. 

“I really love you too sugar!”

She jumped up and kissed you. She pulled back and kept laughing. 

“You feeling better!”

“You know it!”

“Harley, do you wanna stay here with me tonight.”

“No, I wanna stay here forever and cuddle all night!”

You laughed and nodded. God, this was gonna be fun!

Originally posted by color-head