you guys are smart enough to get it

What the pilot has to do to serve a series is hard! You have to introduce all the characters, you have to introduce all the relationships, and then somehow weave all of that information into enough of a story to keep people interested for 44 minutes, and end with a big enough bang that they go ‘Oh, I think I’ll come back next week.’ That’s a lot. As you get into the episodic aspect, then you can spend an episode and think about one character, but you have to get all of it enough in the mix to keep us going, 'Wow! Who’s that guy with the bumps in the background?’ or 'What’s that?’ or 'What’s she about?’
—  Robert Blackman, on what makes a pilot script work. (Posted here instead of the costume blog because it’s not about costumes. I just think it’s a smart commentary on pilots.)
A message straight from my heart ( PLEASE READ )

So I’m back from vacation since 4 hours and I have been thinking a lot about this and how to tell you this.
The last months I’ve been struggling a lot, mostly with my self. I’m not fit enough anymore for soccer, I will never get back to my level before injury, I lost too much muscle gained too much fat, will my ligaments ever stop hurting, I’m not smart enough for the major I chose, I don’t study fast enough, I screwed up my summer.. All these thoughts been running through my head and they don’t seem to ever quit. But this is the part were you guys come in. Since I started this journey I got so much support from all of you and I want to thank you for that. You guys are amazing. This writing helped me take my mind of things and let me ventilate things I otherwise would have kept bottled inside. So thank you all for reading my stuff and just being here. Thank you for feeling the emotions I try to put in my stories, thank you for liking, reaction just everything. You guys are the best and if I could hug all of you I would cause you all changed something in me that I wasn’t able to do myself. THANK YOU. Much love 💖

To my fellow female gamers.

(This is about Overwatch, but it can be applied to most competitive games.)

Alright girls. Today I was playing some D.Va in competitive Overwatch. As usual, I was communicating on the voice chat, and as usual, people noticed I was a girl. One guy said to me, “congrats for being the only girl I’ve ever seen who’s not playing mercy.” 

Now, obviously I had noticed how many girls default to playing support - usually the game’s most standard and obvious support (OW Mercy, TF2 Medic, DOTA2 Crystal Maiden). I had some cheeky banter with my friend about a “basic bitch” in a match who was a girl playing mercy.

Yesterday, I queued up with a friend who invited his friend - a girl - and let me tell you something. Her quickplay stats were baffling to me. This girl had 98 hours on Mercy alone, her second most played only having 5 hours. She only had about 7 heroes with play time in total.

Being a fellow girl, I think I know why this is. Guys often like to show off by picking DPS/carry, even going so far as to refuse to change when it’s not a good pick. I’ve never seen this same scenario with girls. Of course I’ve met stubborn and toxic girls in-game, but even when asked, they will change. For example, I was playing a competitive game of Overwatch - attack on Hanamura. There was a girl playing Junkrat. I asked her if she was able to switch to Tracer or someone else who can dive so we could breach the defenses and she got extremely hostile at me but still changed to who I asked. She even played Mercy the next round (and blamed the loss on me because I asked her to change.)

Unlike many guys, girls most often avoid any confrontations or drama buy defaulting to supporting their other teammates. I’m not innocent of this either, I main Lucio, and used to be a support main in TF2 and DOTA2. However, once I realized, hey, I’m allowed to play DPS and carry my team, I started picking heroes besides supports and doing well.

I just wanted to get it out there: Girls, you’re allowed to carry. You’re allowed to be the star. You can do better than guys in games. Someone picks the character you wanted to carry as but is a much lower rank than you? Ask to swap. 70% of the time it will work. They don’t swap? Don’t just pick support and rely on them. I realize “picking whoever you want” can cost the game, but you’re all good and smart enough to still pick wisely, I know it.

Don’t feel bad about maining supports, I still main one in Overwatch. But I only ranked up by branching out, putting my foot down and saying “No, you’re not doing well on that hero, give me a go. Support me instead.”

Now get out there and instalock that Pharah!

AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS

episode one - the bone orchard. ( contains violence and nsfw themes )

  • ❝ no expertise can surmount a sea that does not wish you to reach shore. ❞
  • ❝ wind can be reasoned with. ❞
  • ❝ celebration was cut short. ❞
  • ❝ only good thing about being in prison is the relief. ❞
  • ❝ tomorrow can’t do anything today hasn’t already managed. ❞
  • ❝ this country went to hell when they stopped hanging folks. ❞
  • ❝ no gallows dirt, no gallows deals. ❞
  • ❝ you know, i’m not superstitious. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t believe in anything i can’t see. ❞
  • ❝ i feel like there’s a fuckin’ axe hanging over my head. i can’t see it, but i believe it. ❞
  • ❝ i can see it fine. ❞
  • ❝ prison has a way of trying to keep you in prison. ❞
  • ❝ i smell snow. ❞
  • ❝ i love you. something feels weird. ❞
  • ❝ i love you too. what feels weird? ❞
  • ❝ the air feels constipated, like if it’d just push out a storm, it’d be okay. ❞
  • ❝ a hundred twenty hours till you’re home. ❞
  • ❝ waiting for the sky to fall is gonna cause more bother than the sky actually falling. which it isn’t. ❞
  • ❝ do not piss off those bitches in airports. ❞
  • ❝ i guess this must be your lucky day, huh ?
  • ❝ you nervous ?
  • ❝ just sit back and be a bird. ❞
  • ❝ i offer you the worm from my beak and you look at me like i fucked your mom
  • ❝ you’re just the first person i’ve met who isn’t an asshole. ❞
  • ❝ give me time. ❞
  • ❝ what would you have done, my boy
  • ❝ seems like a firm decision made for good reasons, i can respect that. ❞
  • ❝ you lost something vital in there, and not just time. ❞
  • ❝ what might i call you, if i were so inclined
  • ❝ always good to meet a fellow traveler. ❞
  • ❝ i usually end up getting what i want. on average, over time. ❞
  • ❝ it’s all about getting people to believe in you. it’s not their cash, it’s their faith. ❞
  • ❝ now, what’s keeping us aloft ? faith ? or newton ?
  • ❝ don’t rush into this, take your time. ❞
  • ❝ there’s always work for a big guy who’s smart enough to know he’s better off letting people think he’s dumb. ❞
  • ❝ by the end of your tenure, you could be the next king of america. ❞
  • ❝ a man gets out of prison, he should be focused above all on not going back. ❞
  • ❝ believe. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t think i have the talent for it. ❞
  • ❝ you … like me
  • ❝ i’m not what i once was. ❞
  • ❝ you’re perfect. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t know what i’m doing. ❞
  • ❝ what man does ?
  • ❝ do something for me. worship me. ❞
  • ❝ worship me. pray to me like i’m your god. your goddess. ❞
  • ❝ you feel so good. i could keep fucking you forever. ❞
  • ❝ say my name. ❞
  • ❝ beloved, i worship your breasts and your eyes and your cunt. and i worship your thighs and your eyes and your cherry red lips. ❞
  • ❝ i am yours, my beloved. ❞
  • ❝ go on, let go ! give me everything !
  • ❝ i love you. ❞
  • ❝ not that rushing into things can’t be a good thing … ❞
  • ❝ sex rushed into tends to work out best for all involved. ❞
  • ❝ okay, i’ve said ‘fuck off’ politely as many ways as i’m gonna. now i’m fixing to be direct. ❞
  • ❝ what the fuck do you know about [ ] ?
  • ❝ more than you, it seems. ❞
  • ❝ i’m not gonna work for anyone who’s got worse luck than me. ❞
  • ❝ call it. ❞
  • ❝ rigged games are the easiest to beat. ❞
  • ❝ you’re a little creepy, and you’re forward, and familiar, and i don’t like it. i don’t like you. ❞
  • ❝ who’re you ?
  • ❝ i’m a leprechaun. ❞
  • ❝ we don’t come from moscow, russia. or moscow, idaho, for that matter. ❞
  • ❝ no details. ❞
  • ❝ devil’s in the details. ❞
  • ❝ do you know who he is ? who he really is
  • ❝ he’s hustling you. he’s a hustler. ❞
  • ❝ damn right. i’m a hustler, swindler, cheater, and liar. it’s why i need assistance. ❞
  • ❝ name your price. ❞
  • ❝ how’d you do it ?
  • ❝ with panache. ❞
  • ❝ simplest trick in the world. ❞
  • ❝ i’ll fight you for it. ❞
  • ❝ win or lose, and you will lose, it’s yours if you fight me. ❞
  • ❝ can you feel the joy rising in your veins like the sap in the springtime ?
  • ❝ i wanted to be a part of your history. ❞
  • ❝ it’s just anger ––– makes you feel like you can change the outcome. ❞
  • [] had the nerve to ask me what i wanted him to do with it. i told him leave it where it found it. ❞
  • ❝ target would be more interesting than here. ❞
  • ❝ if there isn’t some kinda life after death, i’m gonna be so fuckin’ pissed. ❞
  • ❝ there is no closure from the dead. ❞
  • ❝ i’m sorry for your loss, [] , i really am. anyone tell you that yet ? anyone even hug you ?
  • ❝ hear me out, this is a good one. lex talionis. an eye for an eye. a blowjob for a blowjob. ❞
  • ❝ jesus, who knew i could be so angry ?! 
  • ❝ i am trying to get my dignity back here
  • ❝ don’t fuck with me, [
  • ❝ what’s he doing here ? what’s the plan ? what’s the game plan, man ? ❞
  • ❝ how auspicious, you must be special. ❞
  • [ ] is history. forgotten and … old. ❞
  • ❝ we have reprogrammed reality. language is a virus. religion, an operating system, and prayers are just so much fucking spam. ❞
  • ❝ the dominant fucking paradigm, [] , that is the only important thing. ❞
  • ❝ by the way, i was sorry to hear about your wife/husband. tough break. ❞
  • ❝ so, i will ask again: what is it [ ] is up to ? ❞
  • ❝ you saying you don’t know ? … would you tell me even if you did ?
Predictions based on the trailer:

- Chris Argent will play as a double secret agent for the McCall pack. He’ll get information from Gérard and Kate, pretending to be on their side (explaining why in the sneak peek Scott said he’s giving the bullet back to Argent especially if he’s the one who fired it)

- Lydia will have nightmares about loosing Stiles after the events of the wild hunt. She says “Where is he” as she’s tossing and turning in bed, probably about Stiles.

- The cob webs in the hallway is obviously an illusion or part of a dream. It’s either happening in a nightmare for Lydia or a day dream. Her banshee powers are getting more powerful and she’s able to see things in her mind, explaining her huge shock and almost awakening right after the cob Web scene.

- Scott and Malia are going to work together, they’re canon. The shower scene may be an illusion… but I don’t see why it wouldn’t be real. My guess is they’re already super closer from the start of 6x11, and it slowly gets more intamite as the episodes progress. Maybe the shower scene is a way for both of them to clear their mind after experiencing more traumatizing events?

- The storyline will be based on everyone in Beacon Hills finding out that the supernatural does exist. Explaining why those girls in the hall turned away from Liam.

- When the pack figures out the Hunters intentions to kill all of them. They will gather up every werewolf in Beacon Hills. 2.0 pack will have a big part in finding out who is a werewolf and how to get them on their side, since Scott’s older pack will be in the centre of the drama. 2.0 pack will be responsible for gathering everyone and bringing them to Scott to start their supernatural army. This is were Liam and Mason will become good friends with some of the new characters.

- Scott, Lydia and Malia will keep finding themselves in trouble when they face the hunters alone. I can’t really think of much to say yet for this…

- I believe Gérard is trying to play them. He’s acting like he’s on Scott’s side by telling Chris to warn him “you tell him to run” but I hope everyone is smart enough to understand by now that he shouldn’t be trusted, especially an event that involves hunting werewolves down.

- Near the later episodes, the hunters will have caught some of the werewolves… like the ones that we’ll sort of care about. Characters like: Nolan, that other guy (i forgot his name) theo or liam. And they will get tortured.

- The new Hell hound is giving me vibes that he’s a bad guy since Parrish looks at him in a weird way and also around 1:11 of the trailer someone hits him with a locker door. So I have no idea what is really happening with this…

- “You think you’re doing this without me did you?” “Without us” Okay so this will be Stiles and Dereks first return to Scott. I want to say that they return around 6x19 and we will probably see them coming back in the episode before they reveal their return to Scott. I don’t know how they meet but Derek was obviously in the jeep with him.

- Jackson and Ethan could be dating? I hope they are if Danny doesn’t come back because then it proves how both of them found happiness in the end. And it all makes sense because Ethan is gay and Jackson is bi

- Stiles will join one of the big fights, when we see him carrying out a hurt Derek in his FBI gear. I hope we get to see him shoot a gun here smoothly and controlled.

- Lydia will be kicking some ass with her banshee scream.

- For the final clip of the pack gathering in the trailer this is where Gérard will reveal how he’s been playing them, and how he’s planning to kill them as well. Judging by the placement of each person: (Malia leaning against Scott) (Lydia standing next to Stiles) (Peter and Derek on the outside) This may mean they all split in pairs until the six of them agreed to meet in a single location after. Before this meeting we will get some partner in crime action/ detective work with stydia, werewolf fights with scalia and same with Peter and Derek. I also believe at this point majority of the werewolves in Beacon Hills have been caught and rounded up, and now they are one of the last ones standing. Ready for the last fight.

The Aftermath: Bucky (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU): In which Bucky reacts to finding out how you feel about him.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,740

A/N: I couldn’t write the next part of this series without giving you at least one scene from Bucky’s perspective. I’ve been excited to write this since I posted the original “The Aftermath”. 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - thank you for editing this on your phone, you’re the real hero today

Originally posted by kingsebastian

Forty Minutes Later

Bucky clutches his chest, trying to remove a dagger that isn’t really there. It feels like it is though. The look on your face before he left your apartment put it there.

It had to be done.

It had to be done.

No matter how many times he has repeated those words, his makeshift mantra, they don’t make him feel any better. How could they when he just did the one thing he never wanted to do? He broke your heart.

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Good Boys Like Bad Girls (Part 2)

Word Count: 7k

Summary:  Most teachers had a pet student but not many students had one. Except you.

Kinks included in this chapter: Skype sex- overstimulation- choking- grinding (pillow fucking- is that a thing?- it should be a thing)

Warnings: mentions of domestic abuse

NSFW links:  These are the videos that inspired the first, second, and third smut parts. (this is porn guys ok)

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Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Final Part

                 The bruises on your body ached dully as you adjusted your position on the bed. Once again you were at the receiving end of one of his alcohol induced rages. He being the man that some called your father but that you no longer did. Not since your mother left him for someone else and he started directing all his feelings of anger and inadequacy at you. Never mind that you were abandoned too, all he saw in you was a scapegoat to place all the blame on so he wouldn’t have to face himself.

He constantly compared you to other people ever since you were an innocent and faultless little child. He yelled at you and beat you up for not being good enough, for not being smart enough, for not being pretty enough, and who should be the shining example that you were supposed to live up to? The one person you got the most grief for not being more like? It was Taehyung himself.

You went through hell because of him, because he couldn’t just be a normal guy who liked drinking and fucking around. No, he had to be Mr. Perfect, and the more perfect he got, the harsher your abuse became.

You’ve hated him for so long. Every day you fantasized about getting your revenge on him. You daydreamed about bringing the golden boy to his knees and ruining his life, but these remained just fantasies, mental devices designed to get you through the day, until the golden boy started showing an interest in you. He played himself right into your hands and you couldn’t be blamed for seizing the opportunity.

Moans wafted towards you from your phone. One the screen you could see a guy lying down on a bed with his shirt pulled up and his pants around his thighs. His hand was moving almost imperceptibly over his dick.  

“___, please, I need to cum, please.” Taehyung’s voice was strained. You glanced at the time and saw that the video call was closing in on an hour already.

“You’ll cum when I say you can. Remember, stop touching yourself when you get too close. You better not pull any tricks.” You said sternly. It was 3:27 in the morning. You had called him an hour ago knowing that you had a very important test tomorrow, but also knowing that he wouldn’t dare ignore your call.

You watched the hands of the top student, the same hands that he used to ace tests and accept academic awards, move to the chorus of his moans that ended in a mewl as he pulled his hand off of himself, his stomach convulsing as he tried to fight off the orgasm he craved. You could see how close he was, his cock that rested on his stomach left a clear fluid where the tip touched the skin. This must be torture for him, and yet the second he took his hand off his cock, he pulled up his shirt that had inched down from all his thrashing and played with the exposed nipples for you.

“You’re such a good boy.” You cooed. He really was. He always did everything you asked of him and more, and that would be his downfall.

You ran your eyes over the part of Taehyung’s body that was exposed to your eyes and captured by the camera. You could almost feel the warmth radiating to you from his pretty sun-kissed skin, the skin you had kissed and caressed more devoutly than a pagan kisses his stone idol. He was pretty all over. If you weren’t doing this for revenge, you would probably still have had him as your pet. He was too pretty to pass up.  

“Where is your pussy, puppy?” You chirped and he sucked in a breath. His ‘pussy’ is the name you gave to the transparent silicone stroker you gave him. It was a cheap toy and you rarely allowed him to use it, but he loved it so much. It was the only tight thing, besides the times you felt charitable enough to deepthroat him, that he got to feel around his cock. The camera jumped around as Taehyung moved to go get the toy. When he was back, he showed it to you and waited impatiently for your next instruction.

“Well, what are you waiting around for? Lube it up and use it.”

The moment the toy slipped around his cock, his body eased up completely like an ex-smoker who was taking his first drag in decades, before he started moving it over himself and tensed up again, the muscles in his arm flexing as he went for it.

“No, don’t do it like that. It’s a pussy, you have to thrust up into it.” You had specifically chosen a transparent toy for these purposes, you wanted to still be able to see Taehyung’s dick even while he used it.  He obeyed, ass lifting off the bed to welcome the toy’s tight and wet embrace. His bed squeaked under him but he was too far gone to worry about anyone hearing him.

Seeing him fuck the toy like that made you envious. When you had first took him in, his moves were shy and sloppy, but you’ve since put him through enough for him to know exactly what he liked and how he wanted it, and your hungry eyes watching him sent signals to your pussy to contract around the phantom cock you were imagining pounding into it to the pace of Taehyung’s thrusts.

This little session was intended as torture for him, so why were you getting affected as well?

“Stop,” You ordered the squirming boy.

“But I’m not that close yet. I can control it.” Oh, he definitely was close. He just wanted a few more moments of pleasure even if he wasn’t going to disobey you and cum without your permission.

“I don’t remember asking for your input. Move the camera closer to your cock, I wanna see all the precum you have for me.”  

He moved the camera downwards until all you could was the engorged head of his cock bulging out from the open end of the toy, another quality you have carefully chosen, loving the sight of his perfectly shaped head. The amount of precum that had spilled out didn’t disappoint you, and Taehyung touched it with his finger then pulled them back, showing you the sticky strings it made.

“Good boy,” You praised. “That’s enough for today, put the toy away and go to sleep.”

“G-go to sleep? But I didn’t cum yet.”

“And?”

“I can’t go to sleep like this!” He protested hotly but then remembered who he was talking to and said much more meekly, “We have a test tomorrow, I won’t be able to concentrate like this.”

“Are you questioning my judgement?”

“No, god, no!”

“Are you saying I don’t know how to take care of my pet?”

“No, you always treat me so well.”  The way he said that, the sincerity in his voice, had you almost believing him. If only you didn’t know how untrue that was.

“I may be your dom but that doesn’t mean I’m forcing you to stay with me. If you think I affect your studies negatively, you’re more than welcome to leave.” That wasn’t true as well. You only said that because you knew he would never do it.

And just like you had predicted…“No, it’s fine. It’s more than fine. After all, you know best.” He backed down.

You had to add something in; if you kept on being this aggressive he might start suspecting your intentions. “You’re smart, puppy, everyone knows that, but I want to know just how focused you can be. If you can refrain from touching yourself tonight and still go on tomorrow and ace that test, I will give you something you really, really want.”

What was the thing that Taehyung wanted so bad he was willing to jeopardize his perfect academic record? Sex with you. You’d never allowed it to him before… and you weren’t going to allow it to him ever, but he didn’t need to know that. You let him believe that if he obeyed you, he’d finally have you completely, so he wouldn’t think about your real intentions of undermining him. It didn’t matter what he thought you’d give him, he would fail anyway. Taehyung always had to get a full night of sleep before any exam he took, and you disturbed that. Additionally, you made him painfully hard and left him high and dry, and that ought to really mess him up.

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So, you might’ve been reading a lot about a Miraculous Ladybug Blackout. 

I myself am not participating in it BUT, that does not mean I do not support it. I support my friends and what they want the rest of the fandom to understand. Art theft isn’t a silly game. It’s not like stealing a french fry from your friends combo. And second, just because you see it on the internet does not, by any means, mean it is FREE TO USE OR CLAIM. 

When you steal, there are consequences. Even if you think you’re smart, sly or good enough to get away with it. And yes, taking an image from the internet, posting it somewhere else, and saying it’s yours. THAT’S stealing. What do you think credits are for? Why do you think even newspapers credit the photographer who took the damn picture? Why do you think magazines credit them too? Why, why, why? Oh, why? 

Come on guys. If you love the art so much and want to share it with the world, is it THAT hard to ask? Is it THAT hard to send the credits where the credits due? We work hard to create this sort of stuff. Some of us live from it. And by having people steal it, we lose work. 

I won’t say much of this again because I’ve already talked about it. But. My art is precious to me even if it’s not the greatest. It’s personal. It’s mine, it came from me. So by taking it, you take my voice. You hurt me even if you don’t mean to. As well as other artists. Now…

Please understand. The artists participating in this are not hating on you. They are not doing this to punish their followers. They are doing this because they ask for respect. Respect for what they do. So PLEASE. DO NOT TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY OR SEND THEM ANY HATE MESSAGES. 

Please respect them. And please be patient. I love you all, be kind <3  

MBTI types as people I know

I know that this is not original at all, but I thought it would be super fun ahaha and also, I just found out the types of a lot of my friends.

ENFP:
-I know some that are naive and some that are really not
-always. So. Happy
-absolutely adorable
-great fashion sense
-can be sassy asf
-so talented omg

ENTJ
-my history teacher
-tries to be cool but secretly probably insecure
-hecka defensive
-sassy
-really annoying…
-loves. Talking.about.politics
-tries to keep political views lowkey but everyone highkey knows hes a republican

ESTJ
-guy I like
-probably a future business man
-can be really salty
-resting b*tch face
-so.much.self.confidence
-hot
-crazy smart
-i love you
-marry me

ENFJ
-Me
-also my friend
-So talented
-Really wise
-Nice to everyone
-So mature
-Really emotional
-Wants the best for everyone
-always….dancing

INFJ
-says the weirdest things
-loves sofia the first
-literally a little kid trapped in a 17 year olds body
-she can be moody
-when shes not in the mood, is really sassy
-adorable cinnamon roll
-cutest smile

INTP
-salty
-really really weird
-emotionally detached
-fashion senses vary
-really artistic and crafty
-really talented
-skeptical
-such a mystery. They intrigue me
-also two of my best friends

ESFJ
-my dad
-lowkey emotional
-will do anything for everyone
-showers me with gifts
-also can be strict tho
-funny in a corny way
-has so many friends wth
-can talk to strangers without having anxiety

ISFJ
-good style!!!!!
-cute and innocent asf
-one of my best friends
-her laugh is adorable
-loves her family and is loyal to everyone she loves
-so nice
-a literal cinnamon roll
-loves Hello Kitty
-gorgeous
-soooo humble… Doesnt think shes pretty even tho shes so freaking gorgeous
-social media queen

INTJ
-so smart shes a genius
-skipped a grade but is still smarter than all of us
-grungey
-sassy and salty but can be sweet if she likes you
-“I hate everyone until they prove themselves worthy of my friendship”
-tumblr but hates tumblr
-lowkey sweet and nice


ENTP
-my little brother
-so much arguing
-really annoying
-i always get in trouble cuz of him
-comeback generator
-always needs to be right
-radiating cockiness
-would be good at school but doesnt try hard enough
-addicted to minecraft

ESFP
-so loud lmao
-a whole lot of friends
-always has the center of attention
-amazing fashion sense
-loves frisbee
-has had a lotta guys

ISFP
-guy best friend
-amazing at photography
-hecka smart
-really wise- my go to counselor
-so caring and loving
-been there for me since day 1
-really deep
-Thinks hes ugly but hes cute
-good fashion sense… Also my fashion designer
-lowkey hopeless romantic

INFP
-highkey emotional
-tumblr asf
-adorable
-so so nice
-good at taking pics
-amazing at singing


PLEASE DONT TAKE THESE PERSONALLY LMAO

These are the only types that I know of people that are…. Lmao sorry that didnt make sense

Grammys part two: Josh Dun imagine

Y/N: Y’all this went from hardcore fluff to hardcore smut reaaaaal fast. Lol jk. No, but really. When the boys lose their pants the fans lose their shit. Anyways, I’ll shut up now. Enjoy.

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Omg, please do a sequel to grammy??????? 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Part one: http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/157222084267/grammys-josh-dun-imagine

*continued female reader, light smut

“Okay, I didn’t know what you meant by taking off your pants, but now I clearly do,” Jenna burst out laughing as you all entered into the restaurant and took a seat. “Goodness gracious you guys.”

“I bet you were staring,” Tyler smirked. “I’m sure you were.”

“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes as you all sat at a table, opening up the menus.

“You’re all dressed awfully fancy tonight. I assume you all just got back from the Grammys. Twenty One Pilots, right?” the waiter smiled.

“That’s us,” Tyler grinned proudly.

“Sweet,” the waiter beamed. “Anything I can get you guys at the moment? Drinks?”

“Yeah that sounds good,” Jenna nodded. You had all decided to go out for a celebratory meal after the awards. You had settled on a nice Mexican restaurant, not too fancy, but not too casual either.

“Hey,” Josh nudged you beside him. “Check your phone.”

“Why?” you stared at him, confused.

“Just do it, baby,” he insisted.

“Fine,” you sighed, picking up your phone but your expression slowly fading away into uncomfortableness as you read the text he had just sent you.

J: Did you like what you saw on stage tonight?
Y/N: Fucking behave. We’re at dinner.

You glared at him and he turned his head away, acting unfazed.

J: Answer the question.
Y/N: You know I always like what I see when I’m staring at you
J: Yeah but how did you feel?
Y/N: Wdym?
J: All those people staring at me, all those fans probably lusting over me, and you there, watching me tug down my pants…

“Hey!” Jenna snapped. “He’s asking you what you want to drink.”

“Huh?” both you and Josh looked up from your phones, turning red, staring at the waiter.

“Anything to drink?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, uh yeah,” you stammered out. Josh just looked at you, pretending as if nothing had happened. The waiter took your drink order and walked away, Tyler striking up a conversation about some of the performances.

“What if you guys performed?” Jenna laughed. “You think you’d bring the hamster ball and giant confetti canon to the Grammy’s?”

“Oh I’m sure we would figure something out,” Tyler nodded. You felt your phone buzz in your lap and you shot Josh a glare before opening it.

J: Stop leaving questions unanswered babe
Y/N: Stop texting me dirty things and actually pay attention to the conversation
J: I am
Y/N: Jenna and Tyler invited us here to celebrate, not to be antisocial
J: Answer the question
Y/N: Fine, sure. I was turned on. Is that what you wanted to hear?

“Don’t you think, y/n?” Jenna wondered and you flickered your eyes up, completely lost in what they were talking about. There was a second of silence before she hinted you on. “We’d get the drum kits and just make the crowd hold them up?”

“Oh definitely,” you gave a fake laugh before glancing down at your phone again, angry and annoyed at Josh’s attempts.

J: How turned on?
Y/N: I might be turned on but I’m about ready to turn my phone off if you keep this shit up
J: I’m not even doing anything
Y/N: Sure…
J: You wouldn’t dare
Y/n: Watch me
J: Don’t

“You guys, okay? You seem pretty distracted,” Tyler finally brought up the obvious.

“Just a lot of people congratulating us,” Josh shrugged. “Sorry, it’s probably not the appropriate time for this.”

“You’re right,” you quickly agreed. “I say we turn our phones off for the rest of the dinner.”

“Smart idea,” Jenna smiled at the proposition, but you caught Josh giving you a death stare beside you. You quickly shut off your phone and put it face down on the table, watching as Josh slowly did the same.

“You’ll be sorry you did that,” Josh murmured under his breath, just enough for you to realize. You swallowed uncomfortably, trying to ignore his comments. What was he so worked up about anyways? Geez.

“Do you think we’ll get invited back?” Tyler joked.

“Most likely,” Jenna nodded. “You guys are so talented. You’re bound to win another.”

“Then we’ve got to take it up a notch,” Tyler decided. “What’s more attention grabbing than standing up there in our underwear?”

“Oh I’m sure you two could think of plenty of things,” Jenna chuckled softly. Your hand was laying in your lap when you felt Josh lay his hand on top of yours underneath the table. You drew in a sharp breath and Tyler gave you an uncertain glance for a second before dismissing it, and you exhaled, trying to ignore it. Maybe he was just trying to hold hands.

“We’ll go streaking next Grammys!” Tyler cried.

“No way,” Jenna shook her head, stifling her laughter. “Not on my watch.”

“I bet y/n would love to see that,” Josh smirked and you narrowed your eyes, apparent you didn’t find his humor amusing. You felt him grab ahold of your wrist underneath the table, lifting your hand off your lap and moving it towards his leg, then down, resting your hand right over his crotch, his hard on becoming extremely obvious. Shit, of course he’d pull something like this. Especially now without the texting. He laid his hand on top of yours again, pressing down and your felt your cheeks turn red, trying to act nonchalant as you were being guided on how to grope him underneath the table.

“You okay, y/n?” Jenna softened her eyes. “You look sort of uh…”

“I’m fine,” you shook your head. “I think I just need to use the restroom and clear my mind for a little bit. I think I’m a little dizzy from the Grammys, all those people and the lights and noise and stuff.”

“Okay, take care of yourself sweetie,” Jenna replied. “We’ll be here when you come back.” You tried to get up but Josh grabbed your arm, grip tight around your wrist. You tugged several times but he wouldn’t let go until finally you swiveled your arm out of his grasp and snatched your phone off the table, marching off to find the bathroom. Of course, when you got in, there were several texts from Josh. So much for the not using the phones thing.

J: Get your ass out here right now.
Y/N: I don’t know what the fuck is up with you tonight
J: You know exactly what’s up with me, stop playing stupid
Y/N: I don’t know if it’s just cause you won a Grammy so you think you can be cocky and all, but you’re acting like a total dick, Josh
J: I just want you baby
Y/N: You’re the one who said yes to dinner!
J: You’re the one who said no to texting
Y/N: And look where that led us
J: We can always ditch
Y/N: Shut up, that’d be so rude. Jenna and Tyler have been nothing but nice tonight
J: I just really want to fuck you, I saw you in that dress when we walked in the restaurant and maybe it’s the lighting or just the adrenaline rush from being on the stage or me taking my pants off earlier, but I really need this right now baby
Y/N: I know I want it too
J: Then please
Y/N: After dinner
J: During dinner
Y/N: No
J: Fine. Either way come out right now. Jenna’s getting worried and she’s gonna check up on you if you don’t show soon.
Y/N: If I come out, will you behave?
J: Sure
Y/N: See you soon
J: Love youuu
Y/N: Love you too, dimwit

You took a deep breath and collected yourself before heading back to the table and sliding in the seat beside Josh, plastering a smile on your face. “You feeling better, honey?” Jenna wondered.

“Yeah I’m doing just fi-” you couldn’t help but stop midsentence as Josh put a hand on your upper thigh, resting it there above the fabric of your dress. “Fine. I’m doing fine.”

“Okay…” Jenna shrugged.

“Did you feel sick?” Tyler frowned, looking worried and concerned. “I think Jenna has some painkillers in her purse if you need it.”

“I’m fine, r-EALLY,” your voice wavered as Josh tugged up the fabric of your dress to your waist, both your legs bare and exposed underneath the table. Fuck.

“You sure?” Tyler insisted, sensing something was off.

“Yeah, honessssssssssst,” you reassured, ignoring the way your voice dragged out at the end when Josh’s thumb dipped underneath the waistband of your underwear and slid the fabric down your legs to above your knees.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” Josh reassured, sly smile on his face only you could detect. Hell, and to think Tyler and Jenna thought he was being sweet. You bit down on your lower lip hard when you felt Josh’s fingers brush past your clit and rest against your folds.

“Who’s ready for some appetizers?” the waiter wondered, smile on his face as he approached.

As soon as you were about to answer Josh’s fingers pushed into you and you let out a moan, everyone at the table turning their attention towards you. “Ohhhh those sound delicious,” you tried to recover. “Mmm god, appetizers? That just sounds so, oh fuck-” Josh began to pump his fingers in and out of you, staring at you above the table as if nothing was even going on. “I’m so hungry. Appetizers, hell yeah.” You were doing such a shitty job at covering up your act but it was the best alternative you could think of at the moment. Your legs were starting to shake and you could barely speak.

“Someone’s um, particularly hype for appetizers,” Tyler commented.

“I love me some good fooooood,” you moaned the last part as Josh curled his fingers inside of you, hitting your g-spot. “Shit, food is so great. Damn.”

“Someone really likes food,” the waiter chuckled, looking confused and uncomfortable, almost everyone unable to understand what your problem was.

“Come on baby,” Josh prodded. “Why don’t you order something?”

“Sure,” you glanced at him, noticing the way he was trying so hard to suppress a smirk, then flickered your eyes back to the menu. You attempted to cross your legs in hopes of Josh quitting it but he only rammed his fingers deeper inside of you and you gasped in your seat, Tyler and Jenna whipping their heads towards you.

“Okay, spill it,” Jenna demanded. “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s wrong?” the waiter softened his expression. “Uh, is there anything I can do to help?”

“I just think I need to get some fresh air,” you shook your head. “Josh, um, why don’t you come out with me for a little bit?”

“Sure,” Josh agreed slowly. “Whatever you say, babe.” He slowly drew his fingers out from inside you and you took the opportunity to slide up your panties and tug down your dress, then grabbed Josh’s hand with a tight grip and basically dragged him out the door.

“You’re fucking dead,” you hissed, tugging him outside and to the back of the restaurant.

“What do you mean?” he raised his eyebrows, acting innocent. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you demanded, tugging him to a place without windows or cars or pedestrians and quickly surveying the area before crashing your lips on his, pushing him back into the wall of the restaurant, slamming his body against yours and grinding yourself down on him. Your sloppy, messy, desperate kisses became more heated and you finally pulled away, staring into his eyes. “Don’t pull that shit during dinner ever again. I hate you.”

“You fucking love me,” he rolled his eyes. “You know you were just as turned on as I was, baby.”

“I still am,” you murmured, tilting your head back as he sucked on your neck, his lips trailing down your skin.

“Dammit you look so good in this dress,” he sighed. He traced the outlines of your body with his palms, sliding them down your figure, resting at your hips when you took a step away. “Where you going baby?”

“To dinner,” you snapped. “To behave.”

“You’re going to leave me like this?” he frowned, disappointed. “Come on, I’m dying here and I’ve already tried everything.”

“Listen up, Joshua,” you sighed, walking closer and poking a finger in his chest, glaring up at him. You leaned in close, remaining eye contact, lowering your voice to a whisper. “When we get home, you are going to get in that bedroom with me, and you’re going to receive another big award with yours pants off. But that’s never going to happen unless you behave, understand?”

“I like the sound of that,” he smirked.

“Good,” you decided. “Now come with me and let’s order some fucking appetizers.”

You Found Me - Jeff Atkins

Title: You Found Me

Person: Jeff Atkins

Warnings: mention of his accident, angst, like 2 cuss words

GIF IS MINE but i guess it’s not working

When you started dating someone your freshman high school, you never thought you’d call him the love of your life. However, Jeff was different than the guys you’ve gone out with. He was a jock, specifically involved with baseball, but he wasn’t cocky or an ass. He was genuinely concerned about others before himself, a quality that you fell for.


It all ended that summer night. You knew Jeff, he was smart enough to know how much he can handle. You had seen him just before he left, a cup of soda in hand. He kissed you goodbye, went to get beer but never came back. The cops said his death was because he was drunk, but you knew otherwise.


Everyone was walking on eggshells around you at school, being careful not to say the wrong thing, except for Clay and Hannah. It was your first day back after taking a few days off. You open your locker, taking a deep breath. Swinging the door open, you’re greeted with a photo of you and Jeff, the one you both loved. Running your fingers over the photo, you remember the night you took it. You’re too focused on the photo to see Hannah and Clay walking towards you. They stop, looking at you. Hannah had mouthed something to Clay, telling him to stay put. She places a hand on your arm, causing you to turn towards her, now sobbing into her shoulder. She pulls you into a reassuring embrace, now waving Clay over.

“He really loved you, you know.” Clay told you.

You nod, a tear running down your face.

“I know, but he wasn’t drunk. I know Jeff. He was responsible and smart. Not an idiot.” You sighed, wiping under your eyes.

“(Y/N),” Hannah began to say, “I know what happened.”

“Tell me.”

“(Y/N), you shouldn’t-”

“Tell me, please.” You begged, your voice breaking.

“Before Jeff left for the beer run, he had asked Sheri to move her car. I needed a ride home so I went with her. My phone had died, so I was going to use hers to tell my parents I’d be spending the night at her place. She was driving as she was digging through her purse trying to find it. She looked down for a minute and when she looked back up, she slammed on the brakes and hit right into the stop sign. It had fallen over, so we both got out of the car to see if there was any damage. I told her we need to call the police to report that a stop sign had fallen over. She got flustered with me and drove away. I walked to the nearest gas station and used a phone to report where it happened and they told me that police had already been dispatched. I thought Sheri had call them…”

“It was me,” Clay interjected. “I called them. I had, um, I found Jeff.”

“Son of a bitch.” You chuckled in disbelief, shaking your head before walking away.

“(Y/N), wait a second,” Clay said, catching up to you. “They found this on Jeff the night of the accident. He told me about it, he wanted to give it to you that night. The paramedics dropped it when they, uh, when they moved him.”  Clay’s hand dug into his backpack, pulling out a box with your name on it. You opened it, revealing a promise ring. Jeff had told you that he’d get you one, but you never thought he was serious. You breath hitched in your throat, tears rushing to your eyes faster than before.

“Thank you, Clay. I needed this.” All Clay did was smile slightly back to you, letting you go and do what you needed to: confront Sheri.


The bell rang, dismissing you from your economics class that you had with the girl who killed your boyfriend. You couldn’t look at her, it physically made you sick. You were forced to work with her but instead you worked by yourself. Why work with the person who killed the person you loved the most?

You walked out of the classroom, heading towards the parking lot when a familiar voice stops you.

“(Y/N), wait.” You continue walking, even picking up the pace a little bit. Sheri was desperate you guess, she ran up in front of you, causing you to stop dead in your tracks.

“What could you possibly want, Sheri?”

“Are you mad at me for some reason?”

You rolled your eyes and kept walking. Don’t make a scene, she’s not worth it. Sheri repeated her moves once again, however you walked around her.

“(Y/N)-”

“You want to know why I’m mad at you? Is that what you really want?”

“Why don’t want we talk about this on the ride home, I’ll drive you.” She told you as she started walking.

“So you can knock down a stop sign and cause someone else’s boyfriend to get into a car accident? No thanks.” You yelled to her, your arms folded across your chest.

She turns around with a shocked look painted on her face. Everyone began crowding around you guys, almost as if a fight were about to go down. So much for not making a scene.

“You hit into a stop sign, knocking it over and you didn’t even bother to call the police. You needed to get away or go home because when you’re with your dad, you have a curfew right? Because of your reputation, you didn’t want to be held responsible or be known as ‘the girl who hit a stop sign.’ My boyfriend went on a beer run that night, sober. He was drinking soda before he left. So on his way back when he went through that intersection, he collided with someone because you didn’t have the decency to report the stop sign.”

Everyone around you started whispering, their eyes never leaving you or Sheri.

“(Y/N)-”

“You wanna know what was found in his pocket that night?” You asked, pulling the promise ring out of your coat pocket. “He got me a promise ring. He told Clay that he was going to give it to me later that night. He planned on leaving early with me. We were supposed to go to one of the cliffs overlooking the water. Right then, he was going to give it to me. But because of your ignorance, I’ll never get to have another memory with the one person in this school who made me feel like the only person on the planet.” You paused, wiping a stray tear from your eye. “Screw you, Sheri.”

Just Pretend

Summary: “We make Jungkook jealous, we make him wish that he was with you all the time.” Taehyung says, “we make you look so incredibly fun, so ridiculously unforgettable, that it feels like the world doesn’t spin without you in it. It’s easy.” 

“You’re insane. See this is why we’ve never spoken before.” You say, half inclined to get up and leave now before Taehyung continues with his idea. But, your interest again, is bigger than you. “Wait, what would you even get from that?” 

“It would uh—-” he begins.

“It would what?” You say, leaning in closer, close enough for him to whisper it to you. 

“Oooh, Taehyung has a little crush on someone too, does he?” You tease.

That’s right, you fancied Jeon Jungkook, but you’re not alone in the world of unrequited love, and it just so happens that making people jealous often makes them fall for you. But what happens when you really make the perfect fake match?

Genre: Kim Taehyung Fluff, Angst and super mild smut suggestiveness

Words: 10.6K (10,662 words)

Originally posted by bwipsul

a/n: so it was a spur of the moment decision to write this fic, but the words college au and fake dating just seemed so perfect together that i couldn’t resist. i hope this mends any broken hearts and maybe breaks a few with the angst. lots of love, mo.

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Imagine TFW Finding You Broken Hearted

Originally posted by themegalosaurus

 “Y/n? Honey, are you ok? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Sam asks, voice full of concern as slowly opens up my door. He tries to find the light, but I stop him before he can reach it.

   “Please, don’t turn on the light” I croak, Sam made his way over to me and sat beside me on the bed. His fingers carded through my long hair, as he waited for me to respond.

“Sammy.” Was all I could let out before my walls came crashing down and the tears started pouring down my checks. Sam kicked off his boots, threw his jacket on my chair, and got under the covers with me. His big, strong arms wrapped around me like a fortress. Cradling me from the outside world.

“It’s ok, Y/n. I’m here. Sammy’s here.” He cooed to me soothingly. He tried comforting me by shushing me and rubbing my back. I about told him everything until I saw a figure pass by in the dim lighted hallway. I raised up to see who was there, and Dean’s piercing green eyes met mine. He saw the broken on my face and it caught his attention. He strolled into my room and laid on the other side of my bed beside me.

“You ok, Baby girl?” Worry crept upon his face. I squeezed his hand tightly, almost as if I was afraid he was going to leave. The tears still weren’t letting up.

“Ayden broke up with me today.” I choked back a sob and hid my face in Sam’s chest. The boys sighed sadly and try to comfort me.

“I know that we haven’t dated for too long, but I really liked him. He was like my best friend outside of you guys and Cas. He was always there for me when I needed someone to talk to, someone who I could be myself with, someone who I felt like actually cared about me, and my feelings.” I explained, as I tried to wipe away the tears.

“I can’t believe he cheated on me with other girls. I thought he loved me, De. Why would he do this to me? I thought he was happy. Am I not enough? He lied to me about everything! He said he loved me, but he didn’t! Not like the way I loved him” I bawled, letting all my emotions out.

“Hey, you look at me.” Dean said sternly.

“You don’t ever, and I mean EVER think that you’re not enough! You got it?” I glanced at Dean and nodded. Trying to be strong. Sam took my face into his hands and met my eyes.

“You’re are enough, Y/n. He was a jerk, and one day you will find the right guy. I promise. Ayden, doesn’t realize how special you are. Don’t let his actions make you feel less. That’s a reflection of him, not you. I know it seems awful right now, but in a couple years you will have forgotten all about him. You’re beautiful, funny, smart, caring, lovable, a kick ass hunter, and you’re Y/n Fucking Winchester! Things will get better, they always do. If they don’t, you know Dean and I always have your back. We will always be here to pick you up when you feel like you can’t go on.” Sam said giving me a small, endearing smile.

“Thanks you guys. I don’t know what I would do without you. I love you, both. The same goes for you guys, too. I’m always here for you boys. We’re family.” I took both of their hands in mine, and at the same time they kissed the top of my forehead. Before I knew it, Cas appeared in my room with a big bag of gummi bears, and a solemn look on his face.

“Hello Y/n, I heard that you were upset and I know gummi bears are your favorite. I thought this might cheer you up.” He trudge over to the bed and handed it to me. I gave him a smile and thanked him.

“I will get through this breakup, because I already have the best guys I could ask for.”


After awhile, we all went out to the living room to watch the movie called “Why Him?”. I’ve saw it already, but the boys haven’t so I offered to rewatch it. About halfway through it I fell asleep, and when I woke up the boys were nowhere in sight.

“Sam? Dean? Cas?” I looked around the bunker to see if there was any sign of them, but I had no luck. On my way back to the living room, I went through the library and saw a note lying on the table from Sam.

Dean, Cas, and I will be back later. We had  to pay someone a visit. Love, Sam.

I rolled my eyes and went back to lie down on the couch. Waiting to hear about how much fun the boys had kicking my ex boyfriend’s ass. I fell back asleep with a grin on my face.


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“Being Friends is Great and All”

Peter Parker x Reader

Avengers Chat-room

Part 1 HERE .

Warnings: Spidey fluff, Love Confression or Crush, Backstory Explanation, Reader Powers Are Cool But She’s Still Learning, Some Plot In A Chat-Room Somehow, Little Angst But Barely.

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There’s Nothing Holding Us Back (Part. 1/?) | Jeff Atkins

Originally posted by a-lovesweet

Pairing : Jeff Atkins x Reader

Words : 1532

A/N: This is my first imagine ever so please be gentle, i’m french so excuse me if i made some mistakes i tried my best :) I decided to pick Jeff because i clearly had a crush on him since the first time i saw him in 13RW and we all agree HE DESERVED BETTER. I will try to write other imagine about him and the rest of the cast so send me some requests if you want. And for this one, there will be probably 4 parts I guess :)

Enjoy and spread love

- Mathilde :) xx




You’ve been watching every details of your reflection in the mirror since ten minutes, just to find something that you could change. Something you could improve. If your shirt was good enough, even though it probably is the seventh that you tried. You know Jeff will arrive in about thirty minutes but you didn’t even decided about what you will wear tonight. There are must be fifteen different outfits scattered in your room, proving your indecision.

“Whatever you’re wearing, he will like you.” You can’t help but jump when you hear your best friend’s voice, Clay. He’s leaning on the door, still wearing his favorite hoodie. You didn’t even hear the doorbell or Clay climbing the stairs because you were too focused on your flaws. You smile at him while he’s sitting on the edge of you bed, where luckily there weren’t any clothes. “I’m sorry, Clay. I didn’t notice you were here.” His lips stretch in a mocking smile. “That’s what I’ve seen.”

You let yourself fall beside him, completly desesperate. You known him since seven months but he has quickly become someone very important for you. It was him who’s been charged to show you the Liberty High the day you arrived. You just couldn’t be far from each other since that day. All of your afternoons spent together in the library allowed you two to found out common grounds. Especially Comics. Being a big fan of Marvel, particurlarly the Winter Soldier, you just couldn’t let him criticise Bucky Barnes - who clearly deserved better. And the bound become wider.

He can do something for you. He can help you with Jeff. He knows him, right ? Plus, Clay has been talking with him about Hannah. You were hoping that the baseball player could have told him what he likes in girls. “I just can’t make a choice. It’s like I can’t get dressed anymore.” He giggles at what you said and you let your head laid on his shoulder. A bra suddenly appears in front of your face and Clay shakes it. “You really want to get it on with him, huh ?” You try to push him on the floor than laugh with him. “Fuck off, Jensen.”

“I just can’t understand why you’re so scared about this date. He has seen you without makeup, all sweaty and with your awful morning face.” You stick out your tongue at him. He’s not wrong but he just can not understand. Even though all of your gym class didn’t scare Jeff, you still wanted to be the prettiest girl in his eyes. “Look Clay, boys can only wear a jean and they still appear to be handsome. But girls need to feel beautiful, desired by guys. Get it ?” 

“Yes, but…” He’s been shutted by the ringbell. Of course, it’s Hannah who goes into your room, smiling. “Hello, Y/N. Hi, Helmet.” You give her a smile while Clay was just blushing. He blushed even more when she sat next to him. He can make fun of your sexy underwear but his reaction everytime Hannah is around him is a lot more funny. The poor guy loses confidence and becomes all nervous. You really have to do something to help these lovebirds. “You both wanted to stress me even more, don’t you ?” 

“Helmet called me. And the situation is worst than I expected.” You turn to Clay who is smart enough to understand your question. “Your brother. He saw how much you seemed to be lost and since your parents aren’t home, he called me.” It’s as if you didn’t have anyone but Clay as a friend. Although, this is not totally false. But there are also Tony and Skye with whom you get on well.

And there’s Hannah. A new student like you with whom you created a true friendship since you helped each other in physics class. You tried to talk with other students like the famous groupe friends of Justin Foley but you didn’t appreciate the way they treated Hannah. So you prefered hang out with the “biggest ass” of the school instead of completly douchebags.

“What Jeff told you about your date ?” Clay is trying to reassure you making conversation with you while Hannah has her head in your closet. She really wants to help you. “Barely nothing.” you respond. She hands you a navy blue blouse that goes up to your neck, one of your favorite shirt. “Wear this one. It suits you well and I’m sure, he’ll fall for you.” Just before putting it on, you turn to Clay so that he looks somewhere else. Of course, he has seen you in swimsuit at Bryce’s parties — where you forced him to go with you — but it wasn’t the same thing as underwear. Hannah is helping you to zip up in the back and as she said, you looked pretty cute wearing this shirt.

Jeff has to pick you up at 7, you only have 8 minutes to finish preparing you — you still have to do your makeup and put on some perfume then pick out you shoes. “Don’t you have work tonight ?” You didn’t pay attention until now but they are helping you instead of working at Cresmont. “There are two new and young employees who wanted to prove they can handle the job.“ Perfect. They can see each other anywhere else than the Cresmont or the school. 

You know how to do your makeup so it only takes you 5 minutes to do it. Of course, even a date won’t separate you from your eternal pairs of Nike. All covered with little drawings from Clay, Hannah and even Jeff. There’s also a little smiley with cross eyes from Justin Foley — he made it at the first party you came at the start of the year. Your favorite one will always be the one from Tony, two little laurel leaving on each side of your shoes.* But above all, you take his letterman jacket that he gave you after one of his baseball games. From this moment, you’ve had a big sign above your head saying “Taken by Jeff Atkins. Don’t touch”. And you kind of liked that. Getting you rid of assholes like Monty de le Cruz. And you were considered being more than just a friend to him.

“What are you going to do after I go ?” You give Clay a chance to propose her to do something together. “Maybe watch a movie ?” You were praying that Clay make the first step but Jeff decided to distract you from your goal. He has the chance you like him a lot because you totally could ask him to come back later.

You froze in the middle of your room while it feels like your heart will come out of your chest. “Shit. I wasn’t ready. I’m not ready. I can’t…” Okay, you’re gonna pee on yourself in about two seconds. “Shut up, Y/N. Everything will be alright. Just take a breath and calm down.” Clay wasn’t the type of guy to swear. But you knew that when he does it, it was because something particularly affected him. He was the calm one between you two. “C'mon, Y/N. It’s not as if it was Sebastian Stan** who was here to pick you up. It’s just Jeff Atkins. But for fuck’s sake, it’s still Jeff Atkins.”

“Now, stand up and join your boy.” he pursued. You give them a quick hug. “Thank you, guys.” Just before you step out of the room, Hannah took your hand, looking deep in yours eyes. “Please. Do not miss this chance.” You smile at her, thinking of all the times she pushed you and Jeff to recognize your feelings. Jeff was having a chat with your brother about the next baseball game. They were in the same team and you were relieved to know that they get along well. Your brother knew how kind and gentle was Jeff so there was no problem with you two hanging out.

They stop their conversation as you make your way to them. He’s wearing a white t-shirt highlighting his suntanned skin. God, he’s beautiful. “You ready to go ?” You can’t help but feel a little hurt because he didn’t say anything. Even if you’re just wearing a shirt with a pair of pants and you had his jacket, you were still hoping he would say something. “Yep. We can go.” You give a kiss to your brother just before leaving and following Jeff to his car.

“I didn’t want to make you feel unconfortable by making this in front of your little brother and Clay and Hannah who were clearly spying us but…” He’s looking at you with his beautiful smile. His legendary smile that makes all the girls fall in love with him. He’s running his hand across your face to your lips, caressing it with his thumb. Then presses it while your heart is beating more and more.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He kisses you a few millimeters next to your lips, just where his thumb was. Even though he didn’t kiss you, the contact of his lips on your cheek totally electrified your all body. Jeff then took your hand and didn’t let it go until you arrived. 



*so I was thinking about harry styles’ tattoo for this drawing.

**he’s the one who plays Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier) in Captain America.

Star City Ninja Warrior

@spaztronautwriter : “Somebody write me the Mayor Queen does an obstacle course for charity and the whole city goes nuts AU please and thank you”

Is this good? Who knows! I like it. Pounded it out in like… 30 minutes? Hope you guys enjoy it!

Originally posted by oilversqueen

Months of preparation had gone into this moment. At least, for Oliver. The event itself “Beat the Odds,” had been in the works for almost a year.

The Glades Foundation created the obstacle-course style fundraiser to attract donors and raise money for the people and various charities that specifically benefit the Glades. People could also bet on the competitors.

The Glades Foundation President Raina Coppin, a no-nonsense, whip-smart woman had approached Star City Mayor Oliver Queen four months before. The event was having trouble attracting enough sponsors and getting enough press, so she asked the young, eligible, handsome mayor to participate.

Oliver had agreed. He couldn’t deny the Queen family’s part in the destruction of the Glades. His father’s closing of the steel mill and subsequent loophole in the union contract had left thousands of people high and dry. Oliver felt like it was his duty to do his part.

Once Raina had Oliver’s okay, she issues a press release.

Oliver really needed to stop being surprised by the media frenzy that followed him everywhere.

Now, Oliver was standing in the preparation area psyching himself up. Merlyn Global CEO (and Oliver’s childhood best friend) Tommy Merlyn was also participating, as well as renowned daytime-TV doctor (and Oliver’s childhood… frenemy) Carter Bowen. Ray Palmer had come to Star City from Coast City to participate. John Diggle, Oliver’s bodyguard, also got roped in when Raina visited. There were a few participants Oliver didn’t already know – including Sophie Baker, conveniently a bakery owner in Star City whose favorite hobby was parkour and Crossfit. Oliver was secretly intimidated by her.

“Okay, everyone! The cameras start rolling in 30 minutes! Hosts are pre-filming some stuff and we’re getting b-roll. Until then, this is our resident tech genius Felicity Smoak to give you all a few reminders,” she said, her dark brown eyes stern but excited. She was in a white pantsuit that set off her dark-brown skin and huge, white smile. She stepped aside – she was wearing heels, Oliver noticed, somehow composed and graceful on the grass.

Behind her was a woman Oliver never would’ve expected. Most of the filming crew was wearing comfortable clothes, but this woman was just as put together as Raina.

She was wearing a bright pink dress and turquoise heels. The color combination was a little blinding, and when she waved at the contestants he noticed her glittery nail polish. Her lipstick was the exact same shade of blue as her dress, and when she smiled Oliver was instantly… charmed.

Oliver was entirely positive he’d never used that word in relation to a woman before.

“Hi everyone!” she said, her sweet, beautiful voice floating through the waiting tent. Oliver took a few steps closer.

Tommy nudged Oliver and mumbled something about “nerd hot.” Oliver elbowed him in the side and said murmured, “Pay attention.”

“You guys won’t have to worry too much about the tech. That’s my job. Just remember to be aware of the cameras. This is televised, after all! But it’s still a charity fundraiser, do try and do a good job. I’m not saying you shouldn’t try to win. Though, the point isn’t winning. But – ”

“Miss Smoak?” Oliver said, entirely unaware of when he decided to open his mouth. “Mrs. Coppin said something about instructions.”

“Right,” she said, her entire face flushing as she glanced at Oliver before biting her lip. Oliver tried not to stare at her like he’d been struck dumb.

“Anyway, just do your best and have fun! And this is a family-friendly fundraiser, so if you do badly try and keep smiling!”

Carter grinned his slick, disgusting, smarmy grin and leaned closer to Felicity. “We’ll… I mean, at least I’ll be fine. My CrossFit coach says I’m the best student he’s ever had. And I hiked the Appalachian Trail last year,” he said.

Felicity pursed her lips and tilted her head. “I read that you hiked three days then dropped out because you said you had altitude sickness,” she mused.

Oliver and Tommy smirked, unable to hide the expression.

Felicity immediately flustered. “Oh, I’m sorry! Sometimes I just say the first thing that comes to mind. Anyway, you guys can… disperse, or psych yourselves up or whatever! I’ve said my piece,” she said with a grin.

She didn’t leave, though. She talked with Raina for a few moments after the competitors dispersed to their own places, but Oliver found himself drifting closer to Felicity.

“Oh, Mayor Queen,” she said, startling as she turned and saw him there. “I’m sorry about that babble, by the way. And thank you for stopping me. I do appreciate it.”

Oliver couldn’t help but smile. “There’s nothing to thank me for. You did great,” she said, sincere.

Felicity tilted her head, but she was smiling. “Well, if you say so,” she agreed.

“So, how did you get into doing tech for this event? Last I heard, you’d left QC to build your own company,” he said, having remembered her name halfway through her speech. Walter and bemoaned Felicity’s loss often at the dinner table since she’d left. Apparently, QC had offered her a hefty raise and new title, but she’d left it all on the table.

Felicity looked startled, and she blushed again.

“Walter talks about you a lot.  He’s still not over losing ‘the smartest person at Queen Consolidated,’” he said, imitating his stepfathers British accent.

Felicity gasped a little and her eyes widened. She seemed even more flustered than before.

“Oh, that’s too kind of him. But yeah, I was at QC until about a year and a half ago. Honestly, I was kind of… floundering at first. I had all these ideas but no idea how to achieve what I wanted. I met Raina at a coffeeshop where I fixed her laptop. It had a really, shockingly terrible virus on it, and we got to talking and she had this idea for a charity event and… I wanted to help. I quit QC to take a more active role in the world and this seemed like a great place to start,” she explained, then blushed again. Oh frack, that was so cheesy. I can’t believe I just said that.”

“No, I understand,” Oliver said, instantly reassuring her. “That’s why I became mayor. I never wanted to be CEO, and this was how I felt I’d make this city better.”

Felicity nodded, her blue eyes wide behind her two-tone glasses. “I know. I’ve listened to all… I mean, some of your speeches. I can tell you really care about this city,” she said.

Oliver felt instantly warm and couldn’t stop another smile. “Hey, I know this is kind of sudden, but – ”

“Okay everyone, places! Felicity, Camera 8 said they needed your help with something,” Raina said.

Was it Oliver’s imagination that her face fell? She’d looked excited, but maybe it was a general thing. The event was exciting.

She had to leave, and Oliver went back to Tommy.

His friend rolled his eyes and laughed. “Dude. You used to have game,” he said.

Oliver glared. “Shut up.”

XXX

Oliver was done. He’d done it! Across all the obstacles, up the vertical wall to push the button. He, Digg and Sophie had been the only three to manage it, and they posed with spectators and each other for pictures and interviews.

Felicity stood behind the last camera, a huge set of headphones over her ears and speaking quickly and quietly into the attached microphone.

Oliver definitely wasn’t imagining her blue eyes trained entirely on him.

Once it was all over, Oliver walked right up to her and asked, “Would you like to go out to dinner with me?”

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{Reaction} BTS finding out you’re a multimillionaire at 21

Bts reaction to their girlfriend being a self made multimillionaire and only being 21 . Thank you :-)

Note: Thank you for this request, it was a very interesting approach. 

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/ images used. 

Min Yoongi/ Suga

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Yoongi: “Who would have though a little bit of childish rebellion towards your parents would get you”

{y/n}: *smirking* “I guess I just like proving people wrong.”

Yoongi: “That’s my Jagi” 


Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

Jungkook: “That’s money than I’m worth!”


Kim Taehyung/ V

Originally posted by kths

Taehyung: “That’s cool… but I’m still paying for this date, Jagiya.” 


Kim Namjoon/ Rap Monster

Originally posted by pjkook

Namjoon: “I knew you were smart… at this rate, you’re clever enough to take over the world. You can rule the world and I’ll be your cute ass boyfriend because that is my talent.”


Jung Hoseok/ J-Hope

Originally posted by junghosyub

Hoseok: “Who is proud of a very intelligent {y/n}? this guy.” 


Park Jimin

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jimin: “You’re so smart and amazing and you’ve accomplished so much, you’re rich and so well known and I’m here doing my laundry, occasionally.”  


Kim Seokjin/ Jin

Originally posted by jinkooks

Jin: “Did I ever tell you how amazing you are Jagi?” 

BTS Reaction - A Guy Flirting With You

 Sorry for not posting up reactions in such a long time :( 

Jin (Seokjin): Jin can be overprotective and confident. Overprotective on the fact that you’re oblivious to the fact that you’re being hit on and confident on the fact that you won’t ever leave him for a creep. He would slowly walk over to you and the guy, sliding his hand around your waist and pulling you close to him. He would then look at the guy and question the man standing in front of him.

“Oh yes, hi, can I help you with anything??”

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Suga (Yoongi): He wouldn’t really care if a guy flirted with you. He knows that you had no interest in men that tried to sound impressive in order to wow you. He also knows that you’re smart enough to know what the guy was trying to do. Suga would silently wait until you were done listening to the guy’s attempt to flirt with you or if the guy was advancing towards you, he would get up and pull you away from him, giving the guy a glance before walking away with you.

Originally posted by nnochu

J-Hope (Hoseok): J-hope would immediately start to freak out internally, probably thinking that you were infatuated by the guy while you were getting food for the both of you. He would then try to hint at you to come back to him, and when you noticed, he would start to vigorously signaling you to come. When you realized that you couldn’t leave because you were waiting for your order, he would walk over to you and swing his arm around your shoulder, and then look at the guy that was flirting with you.

“You weren’t flirting with her, right?”

Originally posted by kthish

Rap Monster (Namjoon): Once he saw the guy flirting with you, he would be confused at first, but then laugh it off from the guy’s hilarious attempts to flirt with you. Namjoon would wait to see how long the guy would try before he gave up on trying to impress you. He would fall off his seat from laughter when he saw you reject the guy from going any further. When you returned back to the table the both of you shared, Namjoon would give you a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

Originally posted by chimcheroo

Jimin: Pure jealousy would be written on his face. He would be too afraid to go over there and pull you away from the guy because he thought he was being too clingy and overprotective of you. But once you had that uncomfortable look on your face and the constant signal you were sending him to come get you, he would go over there and hold your hand. The both of you would walk away from the guy, Jimin would look to glare at the guy before reverting his attention back to you.

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

V (Taehyung): His gaze would slowly turn to witness the guy flirting with you. He would continue to stare for a few minutes before noticing the uncomfortable look you had on your face. When he saw that you flinched from the guy’s touch on your arm, Taehyung would be infuriated. He would immediately stride over to confront the guy and question his intentions. Once the guy backed off, he would comfort you and pull you close to him, promising to never let it happen again.

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Jungkook: Lowkey jealous and pissed, but he doesn’t want to really show it in front of you. He would just sit and watch the guy try to flirt with you from afar, knowing that you had no interest in the guy’s failure to succeed in “winning you over”. When he sees you walking back to him smiling, he would stand up from his chair and give you a bear hug. Jungkook would then lift his head up to stare at the guy and give him a wink, to let him know that you were his girlfriend. 

Originally posted by kuromel

~ Admin Duck
Stupid Mouth

I am sure I have a request about first kisses but I can’t seem to find it. Anyway, here it is… this was born out of a conversatiom with @permanentcross. Hope you guys like it. xx

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Originally posted by toasttostyles

Him and his stupid smart mouth.

He swears it only gets him in trouble, ever since he was a kid. He still remembers how much trouble he was in for that stupid pussy joke back on the X-FACTOR and even now, almost 7 years later, he still hasn’t learned how to keep his mouth shut.

It had all started innocently enough, when he had you back at his new house in LA - you had just gotten in after nearly six months of not seeing him and you missed him, oh how you missed him. When you got to his place and he opened the door, you had attacked him with kisses - on his hair, on his temple, quick forceful pecks on his cheeks and a handful of pert little ones on his nose.

It was a habit of yours, the nose kisses - you were the only friend of his that greeted him like this and he was always complaining of how much it made him feel like a kid. You did exactly because of that - because of the little nose scrunch and the cute blush that’d take over his cheeks when you did; because of how much he complained but secretly loved it… at least you thought so.

You had been there for nearly a day and the nose kisses had been constant - in Harry’s head, he hoped this was your way of showing your affection and even though he pretended to hate it, he couldn’t wait for the day when you’d miss the shot and kiss his lips instead. The only problem was that you had a damn good aim and, so far, you hadn’t missed once.

“I really did miss you, H.” You mumbled, a bright smile on your face as you watched him buzz through the kitchen while he made you both some dinner.

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