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Roadtrip

Request:Can you write a Bucky x reader, where reader has bought a new car and they decide to take a road trip with Steve and Sam, but a cop pulls them over and asks her some questions like ‘is this your car?’ assuming it was stolen, then asks Bucky and Steve if they’re safe and demands to check her car. It’s just basically a messy situation. @mazuru7

After years of saving and responsible decisions you finally had enough money to afford your dream car. The car you’d been drooling over since high school.  You went to the dealership with Steve and Bucky because it was common knowledge that dealerships try to pull less shit if you have a man with you. You weren’t taking any shit so you brought two men who beat people up for a living. Bucky put an arm over your shoulder as you waited for the guy to come back with paperwork and keys. You looked up at him absolutely giddy with anticipation for your new car. He smiled down at you; he knew how much this meant to you and he was proud you were finally getting the car your heart desired.

“This is it doll,” Bucky spoke.

“I know,” you grinned up at him, “We should go on a road trip this weekend and really see what this baby can do.”

“You really want to put a bunch of miles on your new car?” Steve questioned.

“Steve, your old guy is showing. Why buy a car if not to put miles on it? It’s not the miles it’s the driver, and I am gonna take good care of my baby.”

That weekend you loaded snacks into the backseat for a trip down to Virginia Beach. Bucky loaded up everything else, he had refused to do more than one trip so he was carrying an ungodly amount of bags.

“Well look at you Hercules,” you teased as he put things in the back of the car.

“ Are you sure you want to drive?” he asked, ignoring your teasing.

“Yes I’m sure, Bucky. You’re just itching to get behind the wheel and I ain’t gon’ let you.”

“Is that right?” he leaned down closer to you, getting in your face as if to really scrutinize your expression and decide if you meant what you said. However, as he got closer his gaze kept dropping down to your lips.

“That is right, Sergeant Barnes. You’re never ever gonna drive my baby. I love this car more than I love anything in this world.”

“You are such a brat,” he laughed, pulling you close to him by your waist and pressing his lips to yours. Reflexively, your hands went up to cradle his face, his stubble scratching the palm of your hand.

“Hey are you guys gonna suck face the entire trip?” Sam asked. Bucky’s grip on your waist tightened as he turned the both of you quickly and dipped you, continuing to kiss you passionately. You were smiling into the kiss, used to his antics to spite Sam. He was smiling too and as he broke the kiss he looked down at you with his usual gaze of love and admiration before pulling you back up.

“Alright love birds if you want to get to Virginia anytime soon we should be heading out,” Steve chided throwing the last bag in the car. You smile hurrying to the driver’s seat ready to start the journey. Bucky sat beside you  as a navigator, Steve and Sam were in the back. Steve was in charge of snacks while Sam had music. The three bickered back and forth often asking you to weigh in on their quarrels.

“But your dear boyfriend put nair in my shampoo!” Sam yelled.

“Oh my god, and he’s still alive?!” you exclaimed laughing.

“He did it before he left for a mission,” Sam explained.

“Well you couldn’t have been that upset, you didn’t do anything about it.”

“Yes he did,” Bucky interjected.

“Icy Hot in his underwear,” Sam responded triumphantly.

“Oh my god is that why you refused to have sex with me that one day?” you asked. Bucky only nodded. You glanced in the rearview mirror at Sam who looked more than satisfied with himself. Steve on the other hand looked like a tired mother of two at her wits end.

“Is this what you deal with at work?” you asked him.

“Oh that and much more,”Steve sighed.

“I feel for you, Cap.” you turned your attention back to the ever-stretching highway while the men in your car continued to bicker about past pranks. You were an hour out from the beach when the police car behind you turned on its siren. You glanced down at the speedometer to see if you were speeding. You were not and there were no traffic laws broken, so that left you to wonder what the hell was going. You turned on your hazard lights and went over to the shoulder lane.

“Grab my insurance papers out of the glove box would you?” you asked Bucky, your voice dropped to a forced calm. He grabbed the papers while you pulled your wallet out of the arm rest and got your license. You had both easily accessible when the police officer walked up to your window.

“Good afternoon, officer,” you greeted forcing a smile on your face.

“Afternoon. Can I see your license and registration?”

You handed them over immediately. He scrutinized your papers then your face as if he expected the papers to be fraudulent.

“Do you know how fast you were going?”

“Yes I do, sir,” you nodded. He hummed glaring at you, you stared back with a deceptively friendly gaze.

“Would you get out of the car?” he asked.

“Why is she getting out of the car?” Bucky demanded, putting a hand on your wrist to stop you from getting out.

“There’s a search out for a car exactly like this. So I’m gonna say it again, Miss. Please step out of the car.”

You did as he said and stood out side of your car.

“Is this your vehicle ma’am?”

“Yes, sir, it is.”

He looked past you to the men in your car, “Are you guys okay?” he asked.

“We’re fine. I’d like my girlfriend to get back in the car, and for us to continue our drive.”

“I’m sorry I can’t do that. I’m gonna run her license number, be sure she is who she says she is,” he cut a side eye to you. You watched Bucky’s hand clench in a fist and he looked about ready to blow. You thought for sure he was going to get out of the car and make the situation even worse. In your worry for Bucky you’d stopped paying attention to the officer. He grabbed your arm and yanked you around to look at him.

“I will put you in jail, do you hear me?” he growled at you, and you wondered what part of the one sided conversation you had missed. Three doors seemed to open in the car simultaneously.

“Get your hands off of her!” Bucky yelled, and Sam put a hand on Bucky’s chest to keep him from doing something stupid. Unfortunately he couldn’t stop Steve who broke the officer’s grip on you.

“What’s your badge number, officer?” Steve spit out glaring at the man.

“Steve,”you warned. The officer pushed Steve back.

“There’s an APB out for this car model. No way she bought this car so which one of you does this belong to?”

“It’s hers!” Steve yelled back, surging forward to attack but you wedged yourself in between them.

“Hey, man,” Sam called out, “Everything’s good here just let us go,” Sam was preoccupied holding Bucky back. You looked back at the police officer hoping by some miracle he wouldn’t be too preoccupied by the color of you and Sam’s skin to listen. The officer glared at all of you and it occurred to you that these were superheroes.

“Steve, show him your Avenger’s ID,” you requested straining your neck to look up at him. He grabbed his wallet from his pocket and pulled the ID out. It was enough to make the officer begrudgingly walk away and get back in his car, not without throwing your license at you carelessly. You caught Steve again keeping him from attacking the officer. After the cop car drove away you let out breath out that you hadn’t been aware you were holding. You also let go of Steve and got back in the car. Everyone followed suit after a while and you continued the journey to the beach. There was silence for a long time in the car, you glanced over at Bucky. You could feel the anger radiating off of him as he silently seethed. You reached over and gave his knee a pat.

“It’s alright, Buck,” you murmured.

“It’s not alright,” he snapped.

“You’re right. But it wasn’t worth a fight.”

“Yes it was.”

“Are you gonna fight every time someone is an asshole to me?”

“Ideally,” he nodded. You laughed a little at that shaking your head.

“I’m sending a complaint,” Steve announced as he looked down at his phone, “I got his license plate number.”

You scoffed, “Come on we’re gonna have a great time at the beach. Don’t let one asshole ruin the mood.”

“What if we weren’t with you?” Bucky demanded.

“Well I’m glad you were,” you settled.

“But what if?” he insisted.

You sighed, dropping your happy bravado, “Who knows? At best, I’d be in jail, at worst I’d be…,” you paused letting the thought trail off, “ but I don’t want to think about that, kay? I already know what this life is like for me, I don’t need to live in fear too. Let’s just be grateful I wasn’t alone and that I had the best of the Avengers to look out for me.”

Bucky took a deep breath trying to quell his anger. You took his hand and rubbed soothing circles on the back of it with your thumb. There was another moment of silence but this time it was much more comfortable.

“You dumbasses were gonna fight a cop on the side of the highway,” Sam laughed breaking the silence and coaxing a rueful laugh from the rest of you. Soon enough most of the tension had passed, but Bucky kept you close the entire time you were at the beach. It occurred to you that he had really been scared for you, so you didn’t say anything. You just let him hold you.

~Mod Lillian

It’s a [Tinder] Date! (Part 1/3)

Summary: Thinking he needs to find a date, Natasha signs Steve up to Tinder. In Queens, Peter Parker does the same to you. It’s a match! 

Word Count: 1,723

A/N: This is already planned out and written (in my head). I loved writing this.

Originally posted by imaginingbucky


Nat raised a brow, a mysterious curve to her smile. Steve was immediately suspicious. He felt his shoulders stiffen and his back straighten. He knew he looked like he had a stick up his ass, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when Natasha looked like the cat that had eaten the canary, and wanted to get caught.

“You left your phone on the coffee table,” she said. Her tone was relaxed, which made Steve more nervous.

His eyes narrowed. “What did you do, Romanoff?” he questioned, broad arms crossing over an equally-broad chest.

She merely shrugged before she turned her right-hand palm-up and relaxing it. Steve’s phone was revealed. “See for yourself.”

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Charlie & Smudge, Labrador Retrievers (10 & 4 m/o), Times Square, New York, NY • “Charlie is the Today Show’s ‘Puppy with a Purpose’ and is about halfway through his training for America’s Vetdogs – we are hoping to have him ready for a veteran by December. He can be trained to retrieve any sort of assistive device – a cane, a wheelchair, or prosthetic limbs. We take them to environments like this so they can learn to feel comfortable with a lot of distractions. When they’re comfortable, they perform their best. Smudge has a unique birth mark which you don’t usually see in dogs – that’s why her name is Smudge.”

magicrainbowbewbs  asked:

Hello! My friend and I recently saw your post about your great great grandmother and the nudes and we started arguing, Did the nudes make him come back? Was the husband your great great grandfather or did she remarry or something? We also started arguing about what the nudes looked like and what she was doing but out of respect I wont ask about that. Thanks!

First of all, thank you for not being a weirdo and demanding to see GGG’s nudes becauxe a lot of people here are WERID.  So if you go through the “Family Lore” tag on my blog, you can hear the whole story under “A Holiday Story”, but to Clarify:

1.  First husband was a JACKASS, drunk and abuser who had nine daughters with her, then faked his death and fucked off to Chicago.  She had every reason to believe he was dead, as his brother had been murdered due to gambling debts the year before and had to be fished out of the Thames.  Victorian England Sucked.

2. GGG re-marries, has two more daughters, including my great-grandmother, so I am not related to First husband.  Second Husband is a pretty OK guy who only beat her sometimes.  Victorian England still sucks.

3. Fist Husband runs out of money, writes her for more.  This causes a problem as they never divorced, so now GGG is committing bigamy in the eyes of British law… despite the fact they handed her his death certificate.  Victorian England- You get the idea/

4.  In the middle of this legal brouhaha, Second Husband dies from being stabbed at a Pub.  Distraught and having 11 daughters to support GGG goes to a studio and has The Nudes done and mailed to Chicago in hopes of coaxing him back.

5. First Husband, because he is a JACKASS mails them back with an angry letter saying he never loved her and “I was as glad to be rid of you as one is of a leech.”

6. Well.

7. GGG takes a look at all the bills and the lack of pensions and court fees and decides if First Husband can Fuck Off To Grand America, so can she, so she goes about making sure all of First Husband’s daughters  are married/moved away/have their names changed so the courts can’t get to them (the first nine are all adults by now). and books three tickets for her and her 16 and 14 year-old daughters of Second Husband on the Titanic, because if you’re going to Flounce from a country to go murder your First Husband, do it in STYLE.  Third-class BUT STILL.

8. Great-Aunt Liz (14) gets the measles, inadvertently saves everyone.

9.  They’re on the NEXT Boat, because First Husband Still Needs Killing, they end up picking up some of the survivors from ANOTHER wreck, which is how GG (16) met a nice Definitely Austrian Man, And Absolutely Not A Russian Jew Fleeing to America (19).  He accidentally gave her head lice, so she had to be shaved when they got to Ellis Island, and he felt so bad about it he tracked her down and presented her with a Nice Hat*.

10.  The allow the Nice “Austrian” Man to accompany them as they travel East, because this is 1912 and America is kind of an armpit so it’s handy to have a Man to deal with the locals and he’s good at bargaining and not bad-looking and regards the three of them with an Appropriate Level Of Fear.  They get to Chicago and find out First Husband has died, painfully, from drinking tainted whiskey, tell the state of illinois they’re not going to pay court fees for his sorry ass, and settle in Cleveland Ohio.  

11. GG and The “Austrian” man marry, produce my grandmother, GGG never re-marries, as she is done with the court system, but has fun taking “cooking lessons” from Mr. Bianci down the street, and everyone lives happily ever after in the relative lower-middle-class comfort.

*Unfortunately, the Nice Hat was lost when an uncle set my aunt’s house on fire during a particularly nasty divorce.  We also lost grandpa’s Hip-bone Cane and Popeye’s Single Sucessful Hunt Trophy.

THIS IS FUCKING INSANE WHAT




OKAY.


DEEP BREATHS.


SCENARIO.


What do we KNOW?

  1. We know that Izzy relies on her ability to seduce to get what she wants.  The girl oozes sex and knows how to use it. (AKA Meliorn)
  2. We know Izzy is addicted to Yin Fen or whatever that drug is
  3. We know Yin Fen is made of Vampire venom
  4. We know Izzy knows Aldertree is using her.  Izzy is smart and loyal  Her devotion to her brother and Clary will win out and she’ll be left struggling with her addiction without Aldertree supplying her
  5. What better way to get more Yin Fen (either made or delt to her) than to use your connections with the vampires you know?  ESPECIALLY if you have connections to the most POWERFUL influential vampire in the AMERICAS - AKA Leader of the New York Clan, Raphael Santiago.
  6. We know Raphael has probably dealt with the underground black market due to Camille’s reign and as a vamp is familiar with the substance.
  7. We know Izzy will likely take advantage of her sex appeal - clearly by the photos in which she’s touching Raphael while wearing a skin-tight sheer black slip of a dress.
  8. We can see in the photo where she’s kissing Raphael that he’s stiff-backed.  His hands are NOT on her when she’s kissing him and his eyes are OPEN.  This does not indicate enjoyment.
  9. We know from meta sources Raphael is often viewed on the Aro/Ace spectrum, meaning sex might not tempt him.
  10. We know Raphael is an OPPORTUNIST.  He’s cunning.  Devious.  But he’s got a heart deep under the ice.
  11. Izzy seems a bit put out in this photo right after:
  12. Did that kiss and her sex-appeal maybe not work as she expected?
  13. We have not OUTRIGHT seen Raphael work his FLIRT yet, we only ever saw him eye-fucking Simon and touching SIMON.  But it seems that Raphael can be SLICK and DEVIOUS as FUCK when he wants to be, he can FOOL people with his charms.
  14. But he’s touching her - probably right after the kiss
  15. Maybe Raphael fooled her straight up and told her “Oh honey.  Nice try, cariño.” and pulled her hair back condescendingly, which is why she looks kind of miffed, kind of angry in the fifth photo
  16. That would seem very much like something Raphael would do.
  17. BUT he’s not the type to waste an opportunity - Isabelle would be in his debt if he helps her.
  18. We know he never got revenge on Aldertree so far for torturing him
  19. Could he perhaps want an alliance with Isabelle to take Aldertree down?
  20. So we know there can be a chance that this is just the follow up of them making a deal together.
  21. We know the synopsis says “Isabelle finds an unlikely new ally.”
  22. We KNOW that has to be in Raphael
  23. We also know a new sexuality will be introduced in episode 10  from Emeraude’s tweet.  Maybe this has to do with Raphael’s sexuality on the aro/ace spectrum?

In conclusion, this doesn’t mean there is some kind of romance blooming between Isabelle Lightwood and Raphael Santiago.  BUT HOLY FUCK IS THIS INTRIGUING.

Can we talk about this for a minute?

This is a Yale-educated law professor, First Lady, Senator, and Secretary of State who:

-Endured 25 years of smear campaigns
-Lost the Electoral College by 80,000 votes
-Won the popular vote by 3 million votes
-Attended her opponent’s inauguration
-Received no handshake from Trump
-Was booed by the crowd when she appeared

And goddammit… LOOK at her. Polished and confident, wearing white for the Suffragettes, her husband taking *her* arm instead of the other way around.

Symbolism matters.

Perseverance matters.

She matters.

This is the godmother of New America, a rational, pragmatic, imperfect human being who was born 50 years too early for her gender to be a non-issue in an election.

While she missed the presidency, she arrived just in time to show us all, in unflinching terms, the deep undercurrent of sexist double standards in our society.

And in doing so, she taught generations of girls and women that yes, you DO matter and yes, you CAN do anything.

This is Hillary Clinton.

You’re the Hero

Originally posted by dailytomholland


Title: You are te Hero Peter Parker x, reader

Summary: Spiderman gets in a little bit of trouble, and he just doesn’t know if he was going to survive, until someone steps in. 

Just a cute little imagine for you (Just kidding it isn’t little it's’ almost 3000 words I am so sorry I need to need to be stopped) Anyways I hope you like it and omg Tom Holland stop being so cute. Anyways I hope you enjoy!





Peter woke up with the worst headache in the world and had no idea where he was waking up too. The city sirens rang in the background and the cool lights shined and blinded his vision. He groaned and tried to get up, but a sharp pain stopped him in the stomach. It wasn’t until he felt his whole body ache did he notice that there was a pair of cold, delicate hands hovering over his stomach did he notice that someone else was with him. He tried to get up from the floor, but the hands laid a wet tissue that stung his cuts.

“Oh, what are you doing to me?” Peter complained as he fully came through. He looked at the kind face that tended to his wounds. He noticed that his costume shirt was off, mainly to tend to the wounds on his stomach, but it seems his savior has kept on his face mask. The lady looked up at him and smiled. She looked about the same age as Peter, but she had the kindest and most playful eyes he has ever witnessed. “Looks like Spiderman has gotten in a big boy fight, hasn’t he?” The girl teased as she took out a large bandage for one of the scrapes on his body. Peter smirked under the mask.

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Lift - Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You confess to Steve that you’ve always wanted to do the Dirty Dancing lift. Somehow, he agrees to do it with you.

Warnings: Kissing

Words: 1 515

A/N: I just really like the Dirty Dancing soundtrack. I have no further motivation for this.

TAKING REQUESTS

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain


“You are, by far, the most persistent man I’ve ever met.” She said, watching Steve polish his shield to nothing but perfection. He looked up in surprise as her entrance had gone completely unnoticed to him. “It’s almost admirable.”

He rolled his eyes, sighing. “If you came here to mock me, you can keep walking.” He continued to circle the rag in his hand over his beloved shield.

She sat down on the steps of the short stairs in the middle of the armory which led up to slightly raised floor, holding her cup of soda and taking a sip from the straw. “I didn’t come here to mock, I came here for company, if that’s something I’m still allowed to have?”

“Of course it is…” He said defeated, tired of her dramatics yet still in love with her personality.

“So? Anything new happening in your life?” She tried to get a conversation going and he looked up at her, honestly questioning if she was serious or not.

“Like you haven’t been around me the past two weeks?”

“Just answer, damn it.” She said, straw still between her teeth.

He sighed again. “Well, I’ve watched a few movies that have been on my list for a while. That’s about it.”

“About that list… Can I see it?” She asked, watching him sincerely. He dug it out from his pocket and threw it to the steps she were sat at. She picked it up, flickering through the pages and briefly skimming through the words. “Which movies did you watch?”

“Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Some Like It Hot and North by Northwest.” He answered and watched her brows knit together before she looked at him judgmentally.

“Those are all movies from your time, you need to see something fresher, like Fight Club or the Jurassic Park movies.”

“First of all.” He met her narrowed eyes. “They’re not from my time. They’re from the fifties. I think Breakfast at Tiffany’s is from the sixties even. Secondly, I don’t like all that new stuff-”

“I said fresher, not new. Both Fight Club and the first Jurassic Park movie were released in the nineties.”

“Still too fresh… What can I say? I’m old fashioned.” He smirked and she rolled her eyes, laughing sarcastically.

“Can I write a movie down?” She asked after a few seconds, eyes glued to the scribbled things and people on his list.

Steve hesitated. “I don’t want to watch anymore new stuff. Sorry.”

“Oh come on, it’s from 1987! That’s over three decades ago… I really want you to see it!” She pleaded, putting her drink away and focusing on him completely.

“Why do you want me to see it?” He questioned, removing his focus from his shield which had been spot-free for fifteen minutes.

“The movie is called Dirty Dancing… At the end, there’s this historical scene where Patrick Swayze picks up Jennifer Grey with Time of My Life playing in the background. It’s epic, believe me, and you’re probably the one around who’d be most willing to do that with me.”

“You want us to dance?” He pulled his back, wondering if it was truly Y/N sitting before him.

“Well, if you wanna dance then I’ll dance, but it’s just this lift… Here, let me show you.” She handed back his notepad and dug out her phone. “If you’re too stubborn to just watch the movie, I’ll show you the scene.”

She found the clip in mention after a minute and held her phone out to Steve, who watched the screen with focus like she had never seen before. Baby and Jonny danced their hearts out before nearing the end where she ran into his arms, flying up in the air graciously.

“Boom. Classic.” Y/N said as the video ended, throwing her phone on the table nearby.

“You want me to lift you like that?” He continued his questioning as he was still a little loss, and also wondering if he was dreaming or not. Ever since Y/N went from working with the Avengers occasionally to moving into the Tower full time, he had began to slowly like more and more of the unique girl.

“I want the music too, of course.” She said it like it should have been obvious to him. “I want a bit of feeling, you know?”

He tilted his head back and forth before shrugging. “Alright, let’s do it.”

She blinked, staring at him. “What?”

“Let’s to the dance, lift, whatever.”

“Right here?”

“Right now.” He confirmed and stood up from his seat. He took off his jacket so he was left in a white t-shirt and held his hand out for Y/N. She grabbed it hesitantly, not being able to tell if Steve was messing with her or not. He pulled her to her feet before turning up to the speaker in the ceiling. “Friday? Could you put on that song for us? The one we just played?”

Playing it now, Mr. Rogers.” She confirmed and shortly after the song began playing in the room.

“You know how many movies have referenced this scene? Guy and girl, recreating the Dirty Dancing lift? Well, now when I think about it, it might just be one movie, but there’s a bunch of videos of people doing this.”

“Congrats. You’re now one of those people.” He said sarcastically, holding his arms out. Y/N took a long breath and backed away to give her distance to pick up her speed.

“Oh I so can’t believe this is happing right now.” She admitted, taking a deep breath in again.

“You’re surprised that you’re doing it yet you just asked me to do it. How does that go together?” He asked, his voice overpowering the music.

“Cause I didn’t think you’d agree to dance.”

“Do you have any idea what people did in the thirties? All we did was go to wars and dance in between them.” He said when she suddenly bursted out laughing at his comment. He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face upon hearing her beautiful laughter. That, if anything, was music to his ears.

“Okay, you ready?” She asked as the music was beginning to near the right moment. Steve raised a brow, meeting her eyes which were filled with joy and excitement.

“Are you?”

She began to jog up towards him and he aimed his hands for her waist. As she ran into his grip he raised her above his head, arms straight up and carrying her steadily. She squealed as she held her arms out, hovering in the air with the powerful chorus in the background.

Steve let her body tilt back until her feet were facing down again, wrapping his arms around her legs and slowly letting her sink down until her face became somewhat at level with his own. Her smile had faded and her eyes seemed through stare through his, her heart beating hard enough for him to be able to notice.

“If you only knew how much this is like this other, new movie…” Her voice was airy as Steve stilled carried her, her arms resting on his shoulders.

“What happens next in the movie?” His eyes darted to her plum lips for a brief second, her scent intoxicating.

“Not what’s going to happen here…”

She sunk down and pressed her lips against Steve’s. They molded together with passion like the moment had been anticipated for months, which it had from both their parts. She wrapped her legs around him but Steve sat her down on the table behind them. She became shorter than him again and he placed one hand on the side of her neck and one at the back of her head, curving his head down as he shaped his lips around hers once more.

She pulled away for a second, but there were too many emotions that needed to be expressed. He dipped down and parted his lips, his tongue meeting hers in a mutual understanding of sweet bliss. He felt her arms cradle around his neck and try to push him closer even though it was physically impossible. As they instead traveled down his chest and grabbed the hem of his shirt, inching it up, he moved his hands from her neck and placed them over her hands.

“I think-” He was out of breath, leaning his forehead against hers with his eyes locked on to their hands. “I think we should take it slow.”

She was equally as out of breath as he was. “You do?”

“No.” He admitted. “But I was raised in an era where you took a gal out for dinner before as much as thinking about giving her a peck on the cheek, and I still go by my old ways, no matter how many Dirty Dancing clips you make me watch.”

She smiled, pressing her lips against his again for a short yet just as passionate moment. “What a gentleman.” She chuckled, bringing her arms back to his neck.

“A fella can always try.”

MOAR DR BLOOPERS!!

KK so I know everyone likes these, so let’s get it poppin’ and pump out some more!

-Kirigiri’s ‘death’ scene took forever because Kirigiri kept moving in some way or another (I.E. her keg shaking, her mouth opening and closing, her chest rising/falling, etc.).

-Iruma and Kiibo’s 'sex scene’ also took forever to film because Iruma kept laughing and crying that this was too dirty and Kiibo kept crying bc he was being 'Deflowered’.

-Souda finally telling off Sonia for ignoring him 24/7 and then crying and apologizing with the others in the show laughing.

-Oogami’s 'ASAHINA’ yell takes popping up every 5 minutes of the blooper reel with everyone laughing and giving their input.
-Bonus: Imagine Togami yelling 'NAEGI’ to show Oogami how it might sound like.

-In Akamatsu’s 'execution’ scene, you can hear Saihara screaming 'MY WAIFU, NO!’

-This vine on Sayaka/Kyouko’s vine channel:
Hinata: Is that a hamster in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
Komaeda: *Takes out knife*
Hinata: Oh, shit, nope! Its a knife! *Runs away*

-Or this one:
Mikan: *Strides up to Junko with a flirty smile* How old are you?
Junko: *Looks up from her phone* 15.
Togami/Syo/Hinata/Komaeda: *Screams no and drags her away*

-Souda, Fuyuhiko, and Akane chanting 'One of Us’ when one of the other actors are running late.

-In the scene where Fuyuhiko’s holding Peko while she’s beat up, they kiss on camera and everyone screams in joy.

-Syo and Komaru having an argument bc 'Listen, Dekomaru, I’M Deadpool! You can be Captain America!’ and Fujisaki just shrugging and saying that she’s Spiderman.
-Bonus: Syo yells that now she’s definitely Deadpool bc Spideypool’s fucking canon.

-In Celes’s execution, one of the pop-up flames fall and hit one of the costumed Monokumas in the audience. She unties herself and helps them with Togami (The camera man) laughing loudly.

-Hinata and Souda arguing over which cereal is 'Bomb’ or 'Lit’, with Hinata on Fruit Loops’ side and Souda on Frosted Flakes’ side
-Bonus: Komaeda being on Hinata’s side and Gundham on Souda’s side

-Fujisaki filming Fukawa and being like 'Look at this cute thing, she is the most beautiful thing on this planet omg’.
-Bonus: Fukawa doing the same thing when Fujisaki’s in the screen.

-Naegi calling Togami 'Dollface’ and Togami calling Naegi 'Tough Guy’ behind the scenes.

-Sayaka filming the actors and saying things like 'My brother’, 'My sister’, or, for Kyouko, 'My sweet girlfriend’.

-Togami filming the episode on his TV, thn switching to himself scowling in an exaggerated scowl when a Naegiri scene pops up.

-Every actor- even the stoic characters- doing the 'Eh eh eh’ thing where they wiggle around every time their face pops up on the TV.

-Natsumi and Sato glaring at each other, but once the director calls cut, there’s a lot of cute pictures Sayaka and Chiaki took of them eating ice cream together and watching the scenes laughing together.

-Komaeda running away with Hinata’s shirt screaming 'Sugar Honey Iced Tea!’ as Hinata screams in an exaggerated way after running after him.

-Souda filming Gundham on break and narrating his actions like the crocodile hunter.

-There’s a lost video of the DR1 cast and DR2 cast doing a music video for 'I don’t dance’ from HSM2.

-Asahina filming Celestia sitting in Yamada’s lap and doing his bloody makeup for Naegi’s hallucination with them laughing and Yamada booping Celes’s little nose.
-Bonus: Yamada curling Celes’s drills for her while she irons his jacket. Asahina films all of this in full detail.

-Hinata and Komaeda swapping clothes for an episode and all of the fans noticing so the directors had to reshoot the whole episode with the correct outfits.

And that’s pretty much all I can think of rn! I hope its good!

anonymous asked:

Hey, can you stop being tsundere for like two minutes to take the time to appreciate all the GuP commanders? ktgxbai.

MIHO NISHIZUMI - Master at the art of Gorilla warfare with over 300 confirmed matches. She will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth with Boko. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

MAHO NISHIZUMI - NEE-CHAN OF THE BEST CHAN MOTHERFUCKER. No one can break through your heart and the enemy’s defenses faster than this girl. She strikes fast and hard to get what she wants and you can’t do shit.

KATYUSHA -  Расцветали яблони и груши, Поплыли туманы над рекой. Выходила на берег Катюша, На высокий берег на крутой. She’s big. She’s not bad. In fact she’s fucking adorable but would probably let you freeze in the winter. 

DARJEELING - You can hear fucking Eurobeat playing from outside her tanks because no matter what, the tea inside will never spill. Darjeeling is a fierce girl that won’t take shit from anyone. Even Miho calls her “Mommy” since Miho has never defeated Darjeeling before. CUZ DARJEELING NEVER LOSES.

KAY “The BAE” - God bless the motherfucking U.S.A. cuz Kay is an absolute joy to this Earth. Rich in weapons, food, and noise, she will always make sure to overwhelm you in everything you fucking do because AMERICA IS THE LAND OF THE GREAT NOT THE LAND OF SHITTY FUCKS THAT DISCRIMINATE AGAINST OTHER PEOPLE. KAY ACCEPTS ALL. SHE LOVES ALL.

ANCHOVY - DUCE!  DUCE! DUCE! DUCE! DUCE! DUCE! DUCE! DUCE! PASTA!  PASTA! PASTA! PASTA! PASTA! PASTA! PASTA! PASTA! PASTA! GOD I WISH SHE WOULD WHIP ME

ALICE SHIMADA - So smart she skipped grades and so cute that she made people’s heart skip as well. Alice is the soft, gentle, FUCKING BEAST THAT WILL DESTROY YOU AND EVERYONE YOU LOVE. Like a person doesn’t look down when stepping on ants, Alice will not look down when she kicks your sorry ass excuse of a tank out of the match. Fuck off you aren’t worth her time.

MIKA - She will Finnish the battle as quick as she can play the Kantele. That hat of hers only conceals her actual power level. 

KINUYO NISHI - She will fucking eat you alive. That’s it. 

I've watched all 13 episodes of Iron Fist to have receipts as to why it is terrible

- Danny Rand coming back and sitting on the doorstep of Joy saying it’s some ancient Buddhism practice to spill leaves and light incense = I’m a practicing Buddhist for 26 years and I have never done that or heard of anyone doing that?
- Finn Jones has the charisma of a gnat. He scoffs randomly and he acts like a belligerent child when he was suppose to be trained to be calm and collected trained by monks?
- Finn Jones’ ACTING ABILITY IS EITHER: a. Yelling real loud when angry B. Scoffing awkwardly C. whispering contemptuously D. Shaking erratically
- The characters’ motivations DON’T MAKE ANY SENSE??? IT ALSO TAKES DANNY RAND 13 EPISODES TO FIGURE OUT THE MEACHUMS DON’T CARE ABOUT HIM WHEN WE FIGURED IT OUT IN THE FIRST EPISODE? I know dramatic irony is a thing, but what???
- What is up with this version of The Hand? The Hand in DareDevil left murder, chaos, and dead bodies like no other; Iron Fist’s The Hand uses guns?? Trains teenagers from New York?? Bakuto was the most threatening, but he didn’t even compare at all???
- DANNY RAND needs to stop citing random “Asian” proverbs????
- Danny Rand is NOT an outsider, I mean yes, he was an outsider in K'un L'un, but he’s still a rich white dude from New York like??
- The martial arts scenes are UNINSPIRED and BORING. I was more enthralled by DareDevil!!
- It’s REALLY cheesy!!! Like the scene where Danny talks to Davos about how he saw the eagle and it was a *~SIGN??
- I’ve watched 13 episodes and I still don’t know why Colleen is even remotely attractive to this white dude who WOULDN’T LEAVE HER AND HER DOJO ALONE???
- CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW NUANCED IT WOULD'VE​ BEEN IF IT WAS AN ASIAN-AMERICAN GOING BACK TO HIS OWN COUNTRY AND THEN TO RETURN TO AMERICA TO FACE THIS KIND OF DUALITY OF CULTURES AND COME FACE TO FACE WITH THE IDEA OF BEING OTHER AND BEING THIS ASIAN-AMERICAN????? COMEEE ONNN

HIGHLIGHTS:
- Ward Meachum and Joy Meachum are really complex people and their relationship is great???
- Claire and Colleen Wing as BFFs and I need a whole series of them taking ragtag teenagers in and helping them
- Lewis Tan had more charisma and acting chops in the five minutes he was fighting Danny Rand ( I WAS KINDA ROOTING FOR HIM TO WIN OVER DANNY)
- Jeri Hogarth

ladyknighttime  asked:

As a newer follower, what is A Highlander's Tail?

Oh boy. I’m guessing that means you also don’t know PDOC about Fifty Shades of Plaid and The Devil’s Sporran either then.

Hello, welcome to the crack that is going to be my literary career, this post will be your guide.

Hunger Pangs you likely know about but here’s the origin post where @jeneelestrange straight up altered the career path of my life.

I’ll keep Public Displays of Confection short, but basically I came up with the pun and liked it so much I decided to turn it into a w/w romance about two bakers who fall in love while competing in a wedding cake contest. It’s so sweet it might actually give you diabetes. (Small humorous extract)


A Highlander’s Tail started because @thestarfishdancer is a horrible enabler and I couldn’t help from shitposting in response. Somehow I ended up being convinced I should write a thing called A Highlander’s Tail. The vague plot outline I have so far features a Scottish werewolf who becomes a retainer for a young English woman who is brought to Scotland after marrying her much older (also English) husband. (A common trope in awful American written Scottish romances.) As with most old Scottish houses however, there’s rumors abound of ghosties and goblins and things that go bump in the night. Which is absurd of course. They howl. 

Cailean Glenn—our resident werewolf, does his best to make her feel welcome in his own gruff way, but when her marriage starts to flounder and she starts straying farther and farther from home as a means of distraction, he realizes the secret of the (fictional) town of Braedhuin may be at risk of exposure. 

There’s all sorts of shenanigans and romantic guff, as well as fun little absurdities like were-sheep who herd themselves and win national prizes. As per @deliriumsetin‘s wishes Cailean’s best friend is a plucky Irishman, Ruaidhrí, who seems to own an Irish setter who is often conspicuous by his absence. The setter is a downright friendly fellow though.


The Devil’s Sporran is a lighthearted contemporary romance spurred on after an article denouncing romance literature as basically sin, used the hilarious phrase “Shirtless Satan” to describe men in kilts. Some people wanted it to be the actual Devil, but for now he’s just an ordinary good looking man with a smile that can make you think very bad things.

The main focus is on Kate, an American who is the maid of honor to her college bff’s wedding to be held in Scotland where both her and her beau are from. As the maid of honor she gets introduced to all kinds of quaint traditions she’s never before encountered which you don’t really have to deal with in America. Like trying to find a real silver sixpence, taking the bride out around the town on her Taking Out, the whole kerfuffle with trying to find matching dresses for three vastly different shaped women, and realizing at the last minute she’s expected to pick out a tea set for the bride despite being a coffee drinker her whole life, and what the fuck is the difference between Wedgwood and Denby.
And then there’s the groom’s best man Donnie…she feels someone should have warned her about him:

“What are you doing in here?” Kate demanded, scrabbling to cover herself with the ugly tartan shawl despite being fully dressed.

“I was next door,” Donnie informed her, eyes darting over the length of her, “looking at scabbards. Are you all right? You sounded upset.”

“I’m fine!” She protested, but even to her own ears it sounded shrill. Her shoulders slumped, defeated. “I can’t get out of this stupid dress. There’s too many buttons and the assistant has apparently run away and I can’t breathe.”

Donnie chuckled easily and the sound went curling straight down to Kate’s bare toes, hidden under the length of her skirt. It was offensive how charming this particular Scotsman could be, especially given how effortless he made it seem. She was almost certain she’d have hated anyone else for it.

“She’s helping a bride,” he informed her, “I heard crying so you’re on you’re own for a while. Let me?”

The question was so unexpected and softly spoken it threw her off guard, and Kate found herself compelled to turn as he stepped further into the changing room, pulling the curtain closed behind him. She’d half expected to be manhandled by rough hands, surprised when he began freeing her from the confines of the bodice with the utmost of gentleness.

“There now,” Donnie intoned soothingly as the dress began to slip away from her shoulders. “All better.”

“Thank you,” Kate murmured, drawing in shuddering breath, the ghost of his fingertips still hot against her spine.

“You look lovely, by the way, very,” he smiled tightly, catching her eye in the mirror, “honorable.

Kate snorted, and moved to hold the bodice in place against her chest, aware that a good portion of her naked back was now exposed to him. “I’m supposed to look like the bride. Some tradition about keeping the Devil away.”

“Hmm,“ Donnie hummed, the silk of her skirt trailing through his fingers as he leant in, smile broadening into a roguish grin over her shoulder. “Tell me, Kate, do you think it’s working?”

It’s even got fanart already, cutesy of @songofsunset:


Fifty Shades of Plaid started out again as a humorous shitpost when I was being salty over how Scottish history is often romanticized to make us look like tragic heroes, rather than the victims of class oppression, and cultural warfare. 

It’s since turned into a serious novel which follows the standard Scottish romance style but is actually a visceral denouncement of the whole trope of Scottish romances written by outsiders with little to no regard for our heritage beyond “men in kilts look good” (a lighthearted sample).

It’s the story about a wealthy weaver and his daughter acquiring land in Scotland, after buying out a weaving town, intending to produce the cloth for much lower wages, and selling it at a far more expensive price on the Royal Mile in Edinburgh after it became fashionable to wear again in 1822 after King George IV felt like playing dress up, despite the kilt having been banned for actual Scottish people to wear for almost four decades for being considered an act of treason. Hence the title, fifty shades of plaid.

The main characters at present are called Elizabeth and Alasdair, and it will likely be years before I am done writing this. But it’ll get there, one day.

I also have various other writing projects going on, but these were the ones inspired by tumblr. I am hoping to churn one out each year, though in what order I don’t quite know.

And that my doves, is why I have no fucking time on my hands lmao.

7

America #3

Publisher: Marvel Comics
(W) Gabby Rivera (A) Joe Quinones, Ming Doyle (CA) Joe Quinones, Tradd Moore, Ramon Villalobos

WELCOME TO THE X-MEN, AMERICA - HOPE YOU SURVIVE THE EXPERIENCE!
•  The fate of Lisa Halloran lies in the hands of America Chavez super fans! And they don’t take kindly to rejection…
•  America will have to punch her way in to save her girlfriend, but when a jump goes wrong, she ends up stuck in the past! Can that era’s Storm and the X-Men help her find her way, or are they too busy protecting a world that hates and fears them?
•  But all that’s just the glitter on top. Who is the shadowy figure watching America’s every move?

In Shops: May 10, 2017

Better

Requests: “Hello :) May I send you a Bucky request where you were his first love after his Winter Soldier time and now lived with him in Bucharest. Then he gets manipulated again and doesn’t recognize you anymore. Sometime later you get hurt during an attack really bad and when Bucky sees you laying bleeding and unconscious on the Asphalt, it clicks in his head and he gets back to “normal” again. He stays then at your bedside, caring for you & promising to become a better Person for you :) <3 Thank you :)” (Credits to gif owners!)

“Do you want to talk about it?” Natasha took her seat next to the girl who seemed so distant. So far away from everybody else. She was literally choking on heartbreak and betrayal. It was all that surrounded Y/N’s aura. Natasha ran her hand softly down the girl’s arm and tried to comfort her as best as she could. But the attempts didn’t seem like they made the slightest difference.

She was innocent. Anybody on the team could see that. Confusion laced her features as well as a raw emotion in her voice when she finally spoke. But that was rare, especially in the two days she was taken in by The Avengers. Natasha was trying her best to become Y/N’s friend but there was no effort on the girl’s part. Her problem? Falling in love with Barnes. Another problem? Y/N didn’t even know what was happening.

Keep reading


This is a special gratitude post for @hereisgina, my bad-ass acting partner and friend, who I’ve witnessed time and time again over the last 3 years put everything she has into our show. Who is in almost every scene, and usually ends up working 14 hour days every day. Who seems to have an endless supply of energy despite publicly fighting #Hashimotos…which I’m pretty sure no one even notices or remembers because she a warrior and never shows how tired her body probably really is. Who even on minimal sleep, somehow always knows her lines and always delivers insane, emotional and brilliant performances that make America  laugh & weep every week. But perhaps most importantly, is someone who treats everyone she meets with love and respect no matter how overworked, tired, or stressed she might be. I can write this because I’ve seen it firsthand, over and over again… and I know that to show up the way she does every day takes nothing short of a superhero.
Grateful for you today G. Thanks for inspiring all of us. And since you dedicate one day a week to lifting up and recognizing others in this business who  are doing great things… I think it’s only fair that you let us do the same thing for you. #icaniwill #janethevirgin #loveyouTVbabymamma #warrior

Send My Love (To Your New Lover)

“Expulsion?” Newt breathed the word like he was afraid and all you could do was nod meekly; eyes shining with unshed tears.

“The, the, the Headmaster gave me an hour to gather my things and, and, and Pro, pro, professor Dumbledore is supposed to take me home.” You sobbed; burying your face in your hands, missing the flash of agony and guilt that crossed your best friend’s face.

“Oh, (Y/n)…” he said and pulled you into a tight hug as you cried.

“I don’t wanna go,” you whimpered, “I don’t wanna go!”


Your parents greeted you with open arms and you nearly collapsed in relief.

“Oh sweetie,” your mother cooed and your father squeezed the two of you into a massive bear hug. Your professor shifted in the background and you turned to face him, sniffling.

“Thank you,” you whispered, “thank you so much.” The smile he gave you was sad, but there was a glimmer of pride in his ice blue eyes.

“What happened to you was unjust,” he replied, “and I could not, in good faith, stand by and do nothing.”

“Still,” you curled your fists, “without you, I’d have lost my wand too.”

“True,” he agreed calmly, “though I admit that I can do very little else for you except for this.” With a flourish, he pulled out a folded bit of parchment and handed it to you. You took it without complaint, ripping it open and reading its contents greedily. Your mother smacked your shoulder lightly, appalled by your rude behavior.

You didn’t care, too busy drinking in the information that your favorite teacher had given you. Your father laughed and brought your mother in close as she fumed.

“You can take the girl out of Ravenclaw, but you can’t take the Ravenclaw out of the girl. Just like someone else I know.”

You ignored them in favor of meeting Dumbledore’s patient stare.

“Ukraine?” You asked incredulously, “you want me to go to Ukraine?”

“It may not sound glamorous, but it will get you out of the country and away from the public eye.” You didn’t need to be told twice.

“I’ll do it.”


Your mother spent the next month and a half trying to convince you to stay or at least go somewhere safe, like America.

You shot her down every time.

Finally, your day of departure arrived and both you and your parents stood outside; staring down at the portkey that would be taking you to your mission site. Your mother cried.

“Love, please,” she begged, “please, think this out. It’ll be cold and you’ll be the only woman there! I can’t, in good consciousness, let you go!”

“Mum,” you said softly; bringing her in for a hug. “I need this, don’t you understand? I can’t even go to the Leaky Cauldron without people recognizing me. At least this way I’ll be able to recover some semblance of my reputation.”     

She sniffed.

“Fine, if I can’t convince you, maybe he will.”

“He” turned out to be none other than Newt Scamander.

You blinked in shock, not believing what you were seeing.

“Newt?” You stepped forward; hand reaching out to touch his face before you stopped yourself. He nodded shyly, but refused to meet your eye.

“Hello.”

“Wha, what are you doing here?” It was a valid question. Ever since your expulsion, you hadn’t heard a thing from the redhead.

He cleared his throat, eyes flicking up to search your face before drifting away again.

“Your mum called, said you were about to do something monumentally stupid and that she needed me to talk you out of it.”

You bit back a groan.

“Of course she would,” you muttered; pinching the bridge of your nose. “Look, Newt, I’m so happy to see you, I really am, but my portkey is about to leave and I just, I can’t deal with this right now.”

“Deal with what?” There was a dangerous edge to his voice, but you were so caught up with your own problems at the time to notice.

“Deal with this!” You snapped; throwing your hands up in the air. “For the past month I’ve been treated like some sort of criminal for something I didn’t even do! And now, now that I have the chance to get away from the looks and, and, and the gossip, my own mother tries to blackmail me into staying!” Newt stiffened and a dark look crossed his face.

“No one asked you to take the fall.” He spat and you were thoroughly surprised at the bitterness behind his words. Despite it, you let out a humorless laugh.

“Yes, I did, because if I hadn’t, you would’ve.”

There was a brief moment of silence and you let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through your hair.

“Newt,” you finally said, “I don’t want to argue and I don’t want to leave it like this, but I need to go.”  He immediately deflated and he looked so heartbroken that you almost wanted to stay. Almost.

“Will you write?” You bit your bottom lip and gave him a helpless shrug.

“I’ll try, but…” His moss green eyes sharpened at your hesitation and he stepped forward; dwarfing your small form.

“Merlin’s beard, your Mum was right. You are doing something monumentally stupid.”

“…”

He slumped forward; resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Can you at least tell me what you’re doing?”

Merlin, you wanted to. You’d wanted to tell him since the beginning, but you knew better. The minute she asked, Newt would crumble like paper in the rain and you couldn’t risk it. Not now.

“No, I can’t.”

You could practically see him frown at that and his next words were muffled by your hair.

“I promise not to tell her.”

“That’s what you said when I told you about Eddie Redmayne. Next thing I know, half of Hogwarts was talking about how we did it in the Potion’s cupboard.” He went to retort, but your pocket watch chimed softly and you pulled away to check it.

“I’ve got less than a minute.” You said and he sighed softly.

“You’re still going to go?”

“I have to.”


You barked orders in Russian and the men scrambled to meet them as you drew Hayden’s attention towards you.

“Here love, here! That’s right, that’s right, keep your eyes on me. Ignore the silly men and their silly scrambling.”

The ironbelly roared and flapped his wings; puffs of smoke escaping from his nostrils as he snorted.

“I know, sweetie, I know, but you have to calm down. I promise, everything will be okay, okay? Now be a good boy for mummy and go hunt yourself some dinner. I’m feeling very particular to goat, what about you?”

He let out another roar before lifting off, wind snapping at your hair and clothes as he did so.

After a tense second or so, you relaxed and made an attempt to fix your ruffled appearance. Just as you finished fluffing up your hair, Aventin ran up to you, letter in hand. Absentmindedly, you ruffled the boy’s hair before dropping a sickle into his palm.

Making your way back to your tent, you flipped over the envelope and grinned when you saw Newt’s familiar scrawl. Breaking the seal, you skimmed over its content, the smile that had been on your face slowly sliding off as you did so.

Your legs stopped moving as you reread his final sentence.

Leta and I plan on marrying in the spring and I hope you’ll be back before hand.

He might as well have slapped you in the face.

After everything that girl had put him through, put you through, he wanted to marry her!?

Merlin’s beard, you’d gotten yourself expelled because of her!

Swearing loudly, you ripped up his letter and stomped back into your tent.


Half a bottle of vodka later and you were in the middle of scribing a rather nasty sounding letter to your (former) best friend when Dumbledore apparated in.

He took in your teared stained face and the death grip you had on the neck of your bottle before sighing and vanishing away both the alcohol and your poorly thought out letter.

“I see you received the news.”

You nodded and whimpered; sobbing into his chest as he drew you in for a hug.

“It hurts now, but I promise you, my dear, it lessens with time.”


You didn’t go to the wedding, not because you didn’t want to (you really hadn’t wanted to), but because you were recovering at St. Mungo’s after a nasty accident involving Hayden and a Ministry official.

(The man was still blubbering for the ironbelly’s death.)

Dumbledore sauntered into your hospital room with a bouquet and a sack of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans. You forced a small smile.

“Flowers from the wedding?”

He chuckled at that; transfiguring the hard plastic seat into something more cushy before sitting down.

“Alas, it was Madame Longbottom that caught it, not I.”

You nodded; sinking back into your pillow tiredly.

“I see.”

There was a stretch of silence and you watched with mild amusement as your former teacher picked through the sweets.

“He was quite disappointed when you didn’t show.” He finally said as he bit into something bright green with unnattractive yellow spots. His face gave away nothing as he chewed.

“Forgive me,” you said dryly, “but his wedding was the farthest thing from my mind as I kept an entire colony of dragons from eating my company.”

“I’d say you were lying, but now that I see you, I’m more inclined to believe your dragon story.”

Your head snapped up to see Newt leaning against the doorframe, his green eyes taking in everything as he stared at your bedridden form. Your heart sunk when you caught sight of the gold band on his hand.

“Newt.”

“Merlin, (Y/n),” he muttered, “what were you thinking?”

“If I’m being honest, it was something along the lines of ‘holy Rowena, it’s hot as balls’ and ‘I think there went my left eyebrow’.”

“You know what I mean. What were you doing with dragons!?”

You bit your lip, refusing to meet his eye.

“I can’t tell you.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he walked into the room.

“And why not?”

“Because.”

Because you’ll tell Leta, who’ll tell that sewing circle of hers, which may or may not doom the entirety of Britain.

As if reading your mind, (you wouldn’t be surprised if he could if you were being honest) Albus cleared his throat and took your hand in a fatherly manner.

“Ah yes, about that, my dear. The Ministry has decided that, in light of recent developments, to cancel the project.”

“What!? Why!?”

At the same time, Newt asked:

“What Ministry project? (Y/n), when did you start working for the Ministry?”

You ignored him, (e/c) eyes shining with frustration.

I swear, if that quivering pile of shite has done anything…

“Surely, my dear, you’ve noticed that you’re the only one Hayden and his brood respond to, yes?” Another jelly bean passed his lips. “Ever since you’ve been hospitalized no one’s managed to get into the sanctuary, let alone to the ironbellies.”

Ironbellies!?”

“So that’s it?” Your hands were gripping tightly at your hair and you drew your knees up so you could rest your elbows on them. “A year and a half of my life wasted and I’ve got nothing to show for it except for a set of unattractive scars.”

“Of course not. The tamers were quite impressed and wrote a glowing recommendation to the Minister. Due to their kindness,” here you made a mental note to send your former team something nice, “you now have an offer at a position in the Ministry’s Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.”

…scratch that, you were going to murder them as soon as you were discharged.

Bucky Barnes Imagine

Imagine Steve trying to get Bucky to confess his feelings to you.


‘’Hell, no.’’ bucky chuckles, glancing over at steve.

‘’Come on Buck, it’s not that hard, all you do is say how you feel to Y/N. And next thing you know, she’s all yours.’’ steve shrugs.

‘’Like you know a damn thing about women.’’ bucky laughs.

‘’I’ve got Peggy.’’ steve smiles.

‘’Yeah, so what?’’ bucky asks.

‘’So it’s time for you to find a Peggy. Someone brave, gorgeous and strong. And you know who has all those things? Y/N.’’ steve nods.

‘’Still not tellin her that I love her.’’ bucky rolls his eyes.

‘’Okay, but next thing you know, she’s going to be with somebody else. Then you’re going to live your whole life, regretting your decision and you’ll be come crawling back to me. And you know what I’ll say?’’ steve asks.

‘’I told you so.’’ bucky answers.

‘’Yup. Now, go get her while you can.’’ steve says, patting bucky on back.

Bucky takes one last swig of his drink and slams his fists on the counter.

‘’I’ve got this, I just gotta tell Y/N how I feel.’’ bucky says to himself.

‘’Good luck bud.’’ steve smiles.

'’Yeah yeah, see ya later.’’ bucky smirks.

Bucky than went off to tell you how he felt about you, as nervous as he was, he had a bunch of confidence with him.

2016 Election Season = Megamind

As I am sitting here in the first week or two of Donald J. Trump’s presidential administration *involuntary shudder*, I’m realizing that the major players in this last election were literally characters straight from beloved 2010 Dreamworks animated film, Megamind. Let me explain.

First, we have our shady but lovable protagonist, who has done some crap in his/her day but has good intentions at heart. Represents blue people everywhere, and is somewhat of a misfit even after fighting his/her whole life to prove themselves. I give you Megamind/Hillary Clinton:

Then, we have the old hero of Metro City/America, that some people really don’t like, but none can deny his charm. He’s had his fair share of fights with Megamind in the past but is now ready to fight alongside him/her. He also has done a few questionable things but undoubtedly wants what’s best for Metro City, I give you MetroMan/Barack Obama:

Then there’s this guy. “What a weird but not that important side character!” the audience thinks, “and what small hands!” Introducing the lovable redhead creepy orange person, Hal Stewart/Donald TrumpTM:

And then, as a result of us not taking him seriously, we have a major villain in the storyline who LITERALLY CAME OUT OF NOWHERE. He was creepy before this, sure, but we didn’t care as much because hey, you do you. But then something backfired, and some ego pill got shot straight up his nose, and we can ignore him no longer. We accidentally created a monster. He is now Tighten/Donald J. Trump, Presidential Nominee: (no, not Titan, it’s Tighten. I looked it up. …which somehow makes this a better comparison… idk)

We’re going to make Metro City great again, he says.

So who is Roxanne Ritchi? Isn’t it obvious? Roxanne is all of us. The people, the viewers at home, the public.

If these aren’t relatable af, then I don’t know what is.

But here’s to hoping we’re in one of these tropes:

*record scratch*

*freeze frame*

Yup, that’s me, Megamind.

You’re probably wondering how I ended up in this situation.


*record scratch*

*freeze frame*

Yup, that’s me, Hillary Clinton.

You’re probably wondering how I ended up in this situation.


Because if we are in one of those situations, then that would mean by some miracle, things aren’t as bleak as they seem.

Originally posted by entertainmentweekly


………btw, I wonder whatever happened to Space Dad?

justinbaldoni: This is a special gratitude post for @hereisgina , my bad-ass acting partner and friend, who I’ve witnessed time and time again over the last 3 years put everything she has into our show. Who is in almost every scene, and usually ends up working 14 hour days every day. Who seems to have an endless supply of energy despite publicly fighting #Hashimotos…which I’m pretty sure no one even notices or remembers because she a warrior and never shows how tired her body probably really is. Who even on minimal sleep, somehow always knows her lines and always delivers insane, emotional and brilliant performances that make America laugh & weep every week. But perhaps most importantly, is someone who treats everyone she meets with love and respect no matter how overworked, tired, or stressed she might be. I can write this because I’ve seen it firsthand, over and over again… and I know that to show up the way she does every day takes nothing short of a superhero.
Grateful for you today G. Thanks for inspiring all of us. And since you dedicate one day a week to lifting up and recognizing others in this business who are doing great things… I think it’s only fair that you let us do the same thing for you. #icaniwill #janethevirgin #loveyouTVbabymamma

the signs as my favourite RT quotes pt. 4

aries: you better get down there and take that from captain fantastic. [x]

taurus: hahahAHA, welcome everybody… to daRK MONOPOLY! [x]

gemini: bam! delivered fresh from ryan haywood, free of charge, directly to your door. ding dong, is this yours? go fuck yourself. [x]

cancer: yeah, fuckin’ cask of amontillado. see ya later, buddy. [x]

leo: america’s a free country but you can’t stand in the oval office, geoff. [x]

virgo: that high-five just turned into a die-five for her. [x]

libra: you done got SWEPT. [x]

scorpio: (in a robotic voice) trevor, cut your hand and shake my hand, blood brothers. [x]

sagittarius: oh! bechuanaland, bet’chu wanna know where i am. [x]

capricorn: geoff “big boy steps” ramsey. [x]

aquarius:  ryan, i can’t talk right now, i can’t talk to you. [x]

pisces: how can it gotta be me?! [x]

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