Angus Macgyver:

~ Put In Harms Way

Alex Summers:

Mutant and Proud

~ Bozo

Scott Summers:

Blind Date

Brett Talbot:

Hate To Love You | 2

Stiles Stilinski:

~ I’ll Be Okay

They’re Blue

Theo Raeken:

~ I Do Care

Peter Parker:

~ Feelings Unnoticed

~ Not So Gentle | 2 | 3 | 4

Shaun Murphy:

~ Saving Your Life (Visual Imagine)

Tom Holland:

A Little Bit More

~ Can I Be Her | 2 

~ Can I Be Her (Alternate Ending)

Can’t Stand Being Away From You

Chance of A Lifetime

~ My World, My Life

~ Obsessed

Opposites Attract

Same Level

Sing To Me

Stable Boy

Te Amo

~ The Better Kisser

~ There’s No Crying In the Club

You Before Me


                            Accused of Murder

                            Didn’t Think I’d Get A Response

                            Famous In Love

                            Story of My Life

                            The Lost Princess

                            Unexpected Love


                            You Could Be Twins


                            The Girl With The Brown Hair

                            Show Me That You Love Me

                            (ao3, buzzfeed article that inspired this nonsense)

                            (Monday, Feb 6)

                            Clarke: FYI, I’m telling my coworkers that we’re dating so this creep will stop hitting on me
                            AT WORK

                            Bellamy: You can’t just leave it at that.
                            How creepy are we talking?  
                            You know if I don’t get specifics my mind jumps straight to the worst-case scenario.

                            Clarke: It’s not that big a deal? Mostly just annoying
                            But he won’t take no for an answer so I told him I had a boyfriend

                            Bellamy: Not a girlfriend?

                            Clarke: They know I’m bi already because I ranted about gross stereotypes at the Christmas party
                            It’s why they instituted a two-drink limit
                            And if he doesn’t respect my hard “no” I doubt he’ll respect my girlfriend’s so

                            Bellamy: You sure you don’t want to date him? He sounds like a charmer.

                            Clarke: I was sure the first fifteen times he asked and my decision hasn’t wavered.
                            I wouldn’t have even mentioned it to you except I know Anya comes to the bar sometimes and I didn’t want you to blow my cover

                            Bellamy: Consider your cover secure.

                            Clarke: Thanks. I owe you one.

                            Bellamy: What are fake boyfriends for?

                            * * *

                            (Wednesday, Feb 8)

                            Clarke: WTF???

                            Bellamy: I see you got my flowers.

                            Clarke: They’re hard to miss seeing as they take up MY WHOLE CUBICLE
                            It smells like a rainforest
                            My allergies are killing me
                            Seriously. Why.

                            Bellamy: Can’t I just show my fake girlfriend that I appreciate her?
                            Why must you always assume I have ulterior motives?

                            Clarke: Because I know how expensive flowers can be and you’re the biggest coupon-clipping Scrooge I know

                            Bellamy: I’m helping!
                            I’m just trying to back up your story, Princess.

                            Clarke: You’re just trying to embarrass me in front of my coworkers is what you’re doing

                            Bellamy: Remember that time you made me do karaoke with you?
                            Some might consider us even now.

                            Clarke: You know Valentine’s Day is next week right? If you do something like this on a random Wednesday, you’re going to have to do something for that too or else Cage will think we’ve broken up

                            Bellamy: So I’m going to have to top myself is what you’re saying.

                            Clarke: I don’t think that’s what I said at all

                            Bellamy: If you insist, Princess.

                            Clarke: I don’t insist. I STRONGLY DO NOT INSIST.

                            Bellamy: Unrelated question: what song would you most like to have serenaded to you?

                            Clarke: If that’s how it’s gonna be then start preparing yourself
                            Cause it’s on, Blake

                            Bellamy: Dammit, I did not think this through.

                            Keep reading


                            - High Rollers -

                            Look at my beautiful friends!!!! I love them so much! <3 <3 
                            I am so incredibly thankful to them for joining all my crazy ideas! <3
                            They are truly the best <3

                            Cam: Me
                            Trellimar: PokeGirl5
                            Jiutóu: MadSuzu
                            Elora: SnowRoze
                            Photo and edit: Me
                            Series: High Rollers
                            Ghost Star AU (starcoweek3 prompt 7) (AU of choice)

                            The ghost, Star Butterfly, hovered above her friend, looking at the dessert he was eating. “Hey, Marco, do you know what kind of pie that is?”

                            “I dunno. Blueber-”

                            “It’s boo-berry.”



                            “I’m done my dessert.”


                            Marco went up the stairs, exhausted from his day at school. As he opened the door to his room, Star phased through the ground, popping up in front of him.

                            “Halt! Who ghost there?”



                            Marco closed the door.


                            Star looked at the small box her friend carried in.

                            “What’s this?”

                            “It’s my new shoes. I think they look pretty cool, don’t you think?”

                            “You know what would’ve looked cooler?”


                            “Booooooo-ts,” she said in a spooky voice.

                            “You’re dead to me.”

                            Star gasped. “MARCO, I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!!!”

                            “…Damn it…”


                            “Hey, Marco, I’m feeling kind of sad.”

                            The boy frowned. “Aw, why’s that?”

                            “I don’t know… buuuut… being around you always lifts my spirits,” Star said as she slowly floated into the air.



                            “I’m going now.”

                            “Nooo! Don’t! I’ll be sad again!”


                            Marco stepped out of the showers, drying himself with the towel. He wiped the mirror to get a better look at himself but found Star standing behind him, staring at him dreamily. He blushed, quickly covering himself with the towel.

                            “Star! What’re you doing in here!?”

                            “Sorry, Marco. I can’t help it. Your body is to die for.”

                            “GET OUTTA TOWN!”

                            Star giggled, floating out of the bathroom.


                            Ludo quickly ran away, disappearing into the dimensional portal, leaving the two behind in the aftermath of their battle. Tears began to form in Star’s eyes as she saw her friend bleeding from his wound. It wasn’t fatal, but it certainly wasn’t a pretty sight.

                            “Marco… Why… why did you do all that? I told you to run…”

                            Marco panted. “I… I wanted to help you.”

                            “You got hurt!” she said, her voice breaking up at the sight of his injury.

                            “Heh… if you think… something like this is… gonna stop me from helping you… you’re dead wrong…” he said with a smile.

                            Star stared at Marco, surprised at what he just said. She wiped away the tears, her cheeks somewhat blushing. She smiled weakly at her friend. “…Just don’t scare me to death like that…”


                            Star stood in front of Marco, unable to believe what was happening. She reached out to his outstretched arm, hesitating for a moment before their hands met. A tear fell. She could finally touch him. She could finally be with him. She looked at her friend who was smiling at her, admiring their first physical contact. Her fingers with his, the two holding hands in front of each other.


                            “Hello Star…”

                            “…I’m real…” she whispered, trying to comprehend the new reality.

                            “You’re real…” he repeated.

                            Star closed the distance, hugging the boy as hard as she could. She felt safe in his arms. “I didn’t think it was possible…”

                            “Well… I guess… there was a ghost of a chance after all…” Marco whispered.

                            Star smiled. “The chance of a lifetime…”



                             I can’t believe I just ended the last day of Starcoweek with a pun fic. That’s… pun-ishable by death… right? FML kill me

                            seriously, can I like… send in another one in like a week or something? :P

                            That aside, I loved doing this whole event! Thanks for hosting it and everything! I can’t wait for the next starcoweek in 6 months!


                            Book: Unravel Me
                            Series: Shatter Me (Book 2)
                            Author: Tahereh Mafi
                            Pages: 391
                            Rating: ★★★★☆ (4/5)
                            Favorite Quote: “’Books,’ he’s saying, pulling his boxer-briefs up and rezipping his pants, ‘are easily destroyed. But words will live as long as people can remember them. Tattoos, for example, are very hard to forget.’ He buttons his button. ‘I think there’s something about the impermanence of life these days that makes it necessary to etch ink into our skin.’ he says. ‘It reminds us that we’ve been marked by the world, that we’re still alive. That we’ll never forget.”
                            Recommendation: For people who like dystopian books and books where people have powers/abilities


                            it’s almost
                            time for war.

                            Juliette has escaped to Omega Point. It is a place for people like her – people with gifts – and it is also the headquarters of the rebel resistance.

                            She’s finally free from The Reestablishment, free from their plan to use her as a weapon, and free to love Adam. But Juliette will never be free from her lethal touch.

                            Or from Warner, who wants Juliette more than she ever thought possible.

                            In this exhilarating sequel to Shatter Me, Juliette has to make life-changing decisions between what she wants and what she thinks is right. Decisions that might involve choosing between her heart – and Adam’s life.

                            My Opinion:

                            2) I love what we are learning about Warner and watching his character develop and that this answered some questions I had from the first book
                            3) I still don’t like the underground and Kenji is still on my bad side
                            4) Some twists that I did not see coming!
                            5) Very excited to see how this series closes based on how this one ended

                            Full Review On Good Reads

                            Azi a murit o fată de 27 de ani care cânta manele. Denisa, așa o chema pe domnișoară, s-a dus din cauza unei tumori la ficat. Azi nu a mai contat că acea femeie nu a făcut niciun rău în viața ei, că a fost dreptul ei de om liber să își transforme vocația în meserie, că și-a urmat calea spre fericire și împlinire personală așa cum a știut ea- cum facem fiecare, de altfel- pentru că azi, cretinii internetului au sărbătorit moartea unei “maneliste”. Este evident că pentru Dumnezeul dobitocilor de pe internet, faptul că fata cânta manele a cântărit mult, de aia i-a curmat viața. Azi toți elitiștii de carton, pseudointelectualii și pseudomuzicienii au făcut mișto de moartea unui om care nu le-a greșit cu nimic dar care avea o singură vină: cânta manele.
                            Măi, javrelor, nu vă e rușine când vă uitați în oglindă? Scârbelor, hai sictir!😌

                            my precious green gender nonconforming gremlins! cant believe i found another type of character for me

                            seriously wtf happened to the quality of the picture :(((( click it plz

                            anonymous asked:

                            Favourite unreleased songs? :)

                            Queen of Disaster 
                            Fine China
                            Say Yes To Heaven
                            Best American Record 
                            Angels Forever
                            Prom Song Gone Wrong
                            You and Me
                            Serial Killer
                            Starry Eyed
                            Ooh baby

                            and a few others, I’m sure!

                            OOC if I ever cross a line please tell me

                            Seriously when playing a character like Deadpool it’s easy to cross a line and the thing about being online is that there is no body language I can rely on which is how I usually know if I did something wrong so if I go too far in an rp with you please message me and I can take it down or edit it to be not too far (your choice) and if there is a trigger or something you want me to tag I will try to make sure I remember

                            Sharon Van Etten

                            You enjoy sucking on dreams
                            So I will fall asleep
                            With someone other than you
                            I had a thought you would take me
                            Seriously and listen on

                            Serpents in my mind
                            I am searching for your crimes
                            Everything changes
                            In time
                            You’ll stay frozen in time
                            Collaging girls, controlling minds
                            You hold the mirror well to everybody else

                            Serpents in my mind
                            Trying to forgive your crimes
                            Everyone changes in time
                            I hope he changes this time.

                            antisemites are fucking wild

                            These are all actual things that antisemites have told me, a known jewish person:

                            I must be a trump supporter

                            I deserve death

                            Im a fucking lizard

                            hebrew is the devil speaking through me

                            seriously some of them genuinely believe I’m literally a gddamn lizard man how cool would it be if I actually was

                            Im too pale to be jewish

                            other jews and I are “literally going to be the downfall of man.” Like thats a direct quote

                            that jews control the world (why would we let antisemitism run amuck like this)

                            that I have horns hiding under my hair

                            that I drink the blood of christian babies (they think we put it in our matzah)

                            that Im the reason for the downfall of the traditional family, as in like, I caused gay marriage and thats somehow a bad thing (hey my gay ass can’t take credit for that but @ the rigid social construct of the traditional family hell yeah burn motherfucker)

                            that the holocaust didn’t happen

                            that Im an alien sent to destroy the human race

                            that I caused the death of jesus

                            that I’m apart of the illuminati

                            that I worship satan

                            that I AM satan

                            the list goes on. Antisemites literally think Im some blood drinking horned lizard monster that rules the world. Fucking crazy

                            Ţi-ai imaginat probabil, nu o dată, cum ar fi să ai bani să mergi oriunde în lume. S-ar putea să faci parte din grupul select care, dacă ar avea bani fără limită, ar călători în toată lumea. În mod normal când gândurile îţi alunecă pe ruta asta îţi dai o palmă şi te întorci la muncă. 
                            Totuşi, pentru unii oameni asta este realitatea şi nu este noroc sau şansă. Şi-au luat propriul destin în mâini şi au construit viaţa pe care şi-o doresc. Sunt oamenii pe care i-ai numi cu adevărat liberi, care pot oricând să se mişte unde vor.
                            Când am aflat că există oameni care chiar fac asta, fără să fie milionari în euro, am fost şocat. Gândul unei astfel de libertăţi m-a înfiorat şi mi-a generat chiar insomnii. Să mergi oriunde vrei. I-auzi domnule ce pertinenţă! Dar, stai aşa, eu oare n-aş putea?
                            Suntem învăţaţi că viaţa are un ciclu mai mult sau mai puţin bătut în cuie:
                            Te naşti, creşti un pic şi te duci la şcoală. După ce o termini, îţi alegi o meserie şi găseşti un loc de muncă. Vei lucra cel puţin 8 ore pe zi pentru visul şefului tău. Poate îţi place, dar de cele mai multe ori nu-ţi place. Pleci în 2-3 vacanţe şi citeşti bloguri de călătorie. Găseşti pe cineva drag, faci nuntă şi în câţiva ani faci un copil. Aştepţi senin ziua de pensie, când ai deja cel puţin 55 de ani, ca să ai timp să călătoreşti.
                            Acest ciclu este baza societăţii actuale şi se mulează ca o mănuşă pe multe personalităţi. Nu este nimic în neregulă cu asta. Însă ce faci dacă nu ţi se potriveşte?
                            M-a trimis mama la mate-info

                            Au trecut deja primele două săptămâni de școală, m-am mai acomodat cât-de-cât, parcă nu mă mai simt atât de stingher ca la început. Liceul parcă nu mai e același, nu mai are același farmec, e straniu să știi că noi suntem acum cei mai “șmecheri de după-amiză”. Hm, niciodată nu mi-am dorit acest titlul.

                            Ce e drept, m-am plâns enorm în trecut de sistemul educațional și aș face-o și acum, însă nu este momentul potrivit, acum aș discuta despre altceva, aș discuta cu “bobocii” și cu părinții lor. Cu droaiele de copii care sunt împinși de părinți la mate-info(așa se întâmplă în orașul meu), deoarece: “Mămica, ai viitor dacă te duci la mate-info, te poți face mai multe. Cu filologia ce poți face? Să devii un amărât de prof de română.”. Țin să vă întreb, oameni buni, de ce faceți acest lucru copiilor voștri, de ce îi ghidați unde credeți dumneavoastră că este mai bine pentru ei, când de fapt nu este așa. Mulți copii, pe care personal îi cunosc, au vrut să dea la științe ale naturii, însă părinții i-au împins la mate-info, pentru că: “E clasă de A, maică.”.

                            Vă încurajez să vă urmați visurile și să alegeți atât cu inima, cât și cu creierul, profilul la care doriți să vă înscrieți, nu doar să vă duceți acolo pentru că “așa e bine” sau “așa e moda”. Se face carte la fiecare profil, doar copilul să dorească, se poate învăța la fiecare profil, iar cei de la mate-info sunt mai avantajați pe partea reală, însă nu atât de mult precum sunt “filologii” pe partea umană. Oare părinții chiar nu înțeleg acest lucru, această diferență, sau ei doar doresc să planteze în mintea copiilor idea de “cea mai bună meserie e cea măi bănoasă”?

                            Sper ca treptat să se schimbe mentalitatea părinților, cât și a copiilor. Este o diferență între ideea de-al împinge să facă ceva la care e bun și cea de a se afla acolo că noi credem că are viitorul asigurat, însă, oare, o înțelegem noi?


                            - Ce meserie ai vrea să ai?
                            - Avoca… Ştii ceva!? Nu! Nu vreau să devin avocat, nici judecător sau mai ştiu eu ce. Nu! Vreau să fiu scriitoare, să scriu şi atât, să mă vindec prin scris, să trăiesc prin scris. Da! Vreau să devin scriitoare şi nu mă mai ascund. Gata! Am spus-o! Asta e ceea ce vreau să fac şi nu-mi pasă, judecă-mă, râzi! Ce te opreşte? Eu nu mai ascult de gurile rele, nu mă mai afectează ce spun alţii, nu. O să mă afirm prin ceea ce îmi place şi asta va fii toată povestea.