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Since Netflix is removing She-Ra in January or something here’s a link to a Google drive with all five seasons <3
my lesbian ass appreciates it.
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Anonymous asked:
5th request girl i feellll slightly crazy at this point and this might be my last 😔 (jk i still got my boy trevor to request for)
#16 and #15 for arber xhekaj and im feeling like they are so stupidly in love with each other it’s AWKAED AS FUCK before they kiss. i need like painful second hand embarrassment w/ this one
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prompt no. 15: “you're so pretty it pains me" + prompt. 16: kissing you to shut you up
"this was a terrible idea," you laugh gently, the glow of the movie playing outside shining on your face through the cars windshield—giving your features a cool blue tint.
arber scoffs, although the sound is more amused than anything else. "definitely not a terrible idea." he shouts you a glance from the driver’s seat of his car, willingly tearing his eyes away from the beginning of the movie.
he’s honestly clueless about what is actually playing at the drive in tonight—even though this date was his idea. it’s not your first date, because arber knows better than bringing a girl to the movies on the first date. it’s your third, and when he proposed the idea of seeing the first of a double header at the local drive in, you’d been so excited.
so that’s not what you’re referring to when you’re talking about the bad idea. no, the terrible idea was going to the convinence store before and practically clearing the candy aisle in preparation for snacking during the movie.
you laugh, glancing away from arber and down to your lap, which is practically invisible, covered in various bags of candy and bars of chocolate—even some mini bags of chips. “I can’t even see my lap.” you muse, shooting him a knowing look.
“yeah but,” he stresses, shoving some sour gummy cherries into his mouth dramatically, “look how much option we have. snacks always make the movie better.” he swallows before switching to the open bag of liquorice on the console between your seats. arber puts half in his mouth, grinning around the candy, “smart play by me.”
you snatch the candy from between his teeth playfully and put it between your own teeth. “more like ridiculous play.”
he tongues his cheek, watching as you chew his piece of liquorice through your closed mouth smirk. he breathes a laugh, keeping his eyes on your face.
you’re so ridiculously pretty. arber has always thought so. he met you though nick suzuki’s fiancé, out at some bar almost 5 months ago during the happy couple’s engagement celebration. he’d been enamoured with you instantly. arber has always though of himself to be a confident guy, but the you had him nervous.
hell it took him 4 months to ask you on a date.
your brows pull, “what?”
he blinks, breaking himself out of his stare. “what?” he repeats, half grin on his face.
“you’re staring at me?” you tell him.
“I am?”
you laugh once, awkwardly, shifting in the car seat. “yeah,” you trail off, “is there something in my face?”
“no,” arber shakes his head.
“okay,” you stress, grinning curiously before turning your attention back to the movie.
a few minutes pass, nothing but the sound of the movie audio playing through the radio. slowly, you look back towards arber—just as he does to same to you.
your eyes meet you laugh awkwardly again, opening a bag of candy to at least attempt at looking busy.
he scratches his jaw, a low curse leaving his lips.
there’s a weird unspoken tension between you, one that either of you really know what to do with. for the first time since meeting arber, it’s awkward between you. you don’t know what to say, and neither does he. it’s not the kind of awkward that you want to leave, but rather a nervous kind of awkward—and that makes your heart race.
suddenly arber leans closer to you, mouth opening and closing a few times before the finally finds his words. “you’re so pretty it pains me.”
your eyes widen, “it pains you?”
he gulps. “yeah.”
“like…physically?”
then much to his delight, you laugh. it’s a light sound, floating through the air and overpowering the sound of the movie. arber blushes, very much aware at how fucking weird his compliment comes across.
it’s pains him? what the fuck, he thinks.
“well,” you breathe after a beat, soft smile gracing your face, “you’re so pretty that it pains me too.”
his brows raise, eyes glimmering through the dim light, “really?”
you nod, “yeah.”
arber lets out a loud exhale of relief, shoulder slumping as he relaxes against the seat, shoulder pressing into the back as he faces you. “okay, thank god,” he says, “because for a moment there I was really freaking out. like what kind of compliment is that? it pains me? I’ve never said something like that before, and I think it’s because you make me really nervous—and not to say you’re not pretty because you definitely are and-“
his words are muffled as you press your lips against his.
you’re kissing him. arber’s eyes widen dramatically before he slowly comes to the realization that this is actually happening. he slowly reaches up and cups your face, lips moving with yours in a slow kiss.
you pull away, just enough to speak. your foreheads press together, panting as you both try and collect your stolen breath. “it’s okay,” you say after a beat, “I liked the compliment.”
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(unedited)
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"We got a really sad Struuuuble"
Source: youtube.com
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The thing i really liked about wake up, dead man is how the murders feel so justified for a moment. Martha gets her revenge and kills two evil men. Despite her drive being selfish and misguided, you cant help but think "well the world is better off without them soo." Until you remember Samson. Who didn't believe in the church but loved Wicks and Martha. A good man stricken down by the greed of other people. The movie does a good job at saying "yeah, bad people are killed, but look at the cost." Just enough to make you realize its not supposed to be cathartic at all. It could have been avoided with a little grace
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It never really occurs to Bez that Sava is an alpha - which is dumb, considering the man had never tried to hide his secondary gender.
He's just Sava. Consistent, reliable Sava, who sometimes laughs a little loud when they're pretending to be going through data, who insists that fish is the best thing for his diet even though fish tastes disgusting, who goes on 30 kilometre bike rides and acts like it's light work - then asks Bez to go with him!
Marco never really put the alpha label on him like he does with every other alpha he meets, and he doesn't quite know why. He's always at least a little bit aware of the people around him's designation, just because his mother had always taught him to be wary. Like knowing where the fire exits are, its a small fact that absent-mindedly sits there while he talks to someone.
He only becomes aware of his alphaness a bit too late.
His neck is already jerked to the side, on display and ready to have teeth bite into it. A keen has slipped from his lips as his eyelids flutter uselessly.
Sava blinks a few times. He's on his knees, just next to Marco's shin, and he's pulling the two loops of a knot together - tight enough that Marco can feel it. He pulls at the laces once more and then blinks again, like he's trying to clear his vision. He still hasn't said anything.
Marco clears his throat, licks at his bottom lip. "Uh- thanks," his foot darts away, having to pull a little harder to get Sava to let go. "I can't with the- broken wrist, y'know? So thanks."
He's buying childish velcro shoes when he gets home, he doesn't even care if that's embarrassing. Marco hadn't thought hard enough ahead to think how Sava tying his shoes would effect him - hell, it wouldn't even effect a normal person!
But then he'd got the guts to ask after Sava smiled extra softly at him. And then the man had sank to his knees without hesitation and firmly, softly placed Marco's foot in his lap and then stuck his tongue out while he did the stupid bunny-ear method that Bez grew out of like 10 years ago!
And now Bez is leaking in his underwear! In the garage! With Sava literal centimetres away!
So, yes, Marco has come to the epiphany that Sava is actually an alpha. He's obviously using one of those weird alpha tricks to turn Bez on because he is not this easy. If he can resist sleeping around for his 3 and a half years of MotoGP career, one man won't make him break. Even if that one man was an alpha. Even if that one man was Sava.
"Is your neck okay?" Sava finally says after a too-long silence. "The crash was rough, did they check you for whiplash or something?"
Oh god that's so embarrassing. He thinks Marco has whiplash? Because his stupid omega instincts forced him to bare his neck and it looked like he was trying to shake a spider off himself after snorting four lines of coke?
It gets worse, because after Bez neglects to reply for a moment, Sava's hand touches his neck. Only his thumb brushing lightly over the skin that laid bare, but it feels like electricity passing through him. Like he just chewed on a handful of copper wires connected to a car battery and now his heart is restarting at the sudden volts shot through him.
Another keen squeaks from him, his vocal cords protesting in unfamiliarity - not used to having to make the noise at all.
"Are you hurt? I can't see a bruise but maybe the lighting's too dark." Sava's thumb stays where it is, a gentle pressure as it surveys the skin. The man only squints and moves closer, close enough that Bez can feel each breath that exhales from his nose - warm and ticklish. Marco reaches his own hand up, wrapping it around Sava's wrist. He should push the alpha away, Sava would fall back immediately, pretend it never happened. But instead, his fingers find his pulse as it steadily beats through his skin. He's warmer than Bez, radiating like a candle in snow.
His thumb moves, and Bez thinks he's dripping again. Standing up will be a pain, but the humiliation will come even faster if Sava is able to scent it. And not just humiliation - he'd know. Know Bez's big secret, know that he was bearing his neck in submission, not in pain, know that those noises that came from him were omega keens.
And Sava's an alpha, so he'd try to take.
That was their god given purpose afterall - not to ride bikes, but to be taken. Bez isn't ready for that to happen to him yet, he wants to win this year's championship - he wants to prove that he can beat Marc Marquez - that he isn't just some dripping, writhing omega who needs knotting.
And right now, he isn't exactly the spitting image of a winner.
"Can you get me an icepack?" he blurts. It must catch Sava off guard, as the alpha jerks his hand back. Bez's fingers on his wrist fall back to his lap as Sava backs away, a tight smile scrawled over his face. He looks just off the side of Bez, at the Aprilia logo on the wall behind him.
"Of course- yeah, no problem," that rasp in his voice has grown more obvious and his throat audibly clicks as he swallows.
When he leaves, the room feels empty.
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Boy You Turn Me Inside Out, And Round And Round ╰┈➤ M.BARZAL (part one)
summary: you and mat are stuck in the same time loop for god knows how long. the only thing you can think that the universe wants of you, is for you to help mat and your roommate, cassie, stay together. so with mat, you plan and attempt to get her to no break up with mat once again. only it keeps failing. and you’re slowly running out of ideas.
[word count] 18.1k
warnings: time loop au | brief time jumps between certain scenes | bickering | swearing | mentions of blood and injuries | mentions of smoking cigarettes | angst | humour | cliches | tension | mature themes and dialogue | read at your own discretion
pairing; mat barzal x reader
authors note: the ending of this chapter might be my favourite of every single chapter of this series. this is a long one, but vital to the build up, so I had a fun time planning this one out and bringing it to life. see previous part here + see series masterlist here
DAY 3
you wake up to the sound of an alarm.
it's the same shrill, insistent sound as yesterday—and the day beforehand—too loud, too early, cutting straight through your dreams like a blade.
for a moment, you don't open your eyes because maybe then it won't be real. the bad day, the loop and everything related. and for a split second, your heart leaps because you don't hear mat waking cassie so she can turn the alarm off. maybe, the whole stucj in a time loop with mat barzal—of all people—was just a really fucked up dream.
but then—
"alarm cassie." his gruff voice can be heard through the wall, sounding just as impatient as he does defeated. maybe mat too was hoping to wake up from a vivid dream where none of this was actually happening.
reluctantly, your eyes open, heart already racing before you're even fully conscious.
no.
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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
thetatteredveil
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
i need all the help i can get for finals
Hey so
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
So you know.
This might be the real one, y’all.
Reblogging to spread the luck and the good fortune
reblogging cause i hope im getting a raise soon
Dear gods please help me
Lemme start off this New Year safe with a reblog
I hope the luck spreads to my homies too 🙏🏾
bbzaynie
I want to trust these people
Plsplsplsplssss work i really need that luck this year </3
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if i were a dead wife i would want my husband to fag out kinda. i would be fujoing out from hell
im am SO obsessed with this beautiful beautiful scene you conjure youre getting peer reviewd holy shot
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to any heated rivalry enjoyers that are coming into the hrpf spaces,
learn our fucking etiquette before you ruin this shit for us. the comments on edits about real genuine brothers are gross, posting hrpf in places where they can see it is far from okay, keep that shit private where you know they aren’t gonna see it.
i get it, it’s very easy to become enamoured by seemingly the gayest shit you’ve ever seen on ice, that’s how i got here. but it’s so very very important to learn and respect the etiquette that comes with this community. 
we already are at the bottom of the food chain because we shitpost about hockey players being gay. don’t let the people who have sticks shoved up their asses have more of a reason to hate and ridicule us.
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