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Tell me im crazy but......Michael Cimino as Leo Valdez? Anyone else see it?

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Hello my darling could I request a Stiles stilinski Imagine where Stiles and the Reader are best friends, the pack still go to eichen house to save them both and stiles saves the reader and they end up together I just love the scene in season 5 where he saves Lydia it’s so freaking cute also my name is shantay if that helps Thankyou so much!x

Could you clarify it just a little more for me please? X

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Mood.

I really can’t picture anyone having a crush on me - like, the very idea makes me want to laugh because it’s so absurd. I can’t picture someone constantly thinking about me or getting flustered when I smile or someone wanting to shower me with affection. Someone who anxiously waits until I text them and then smile when I do or someone who gets nervous when we are in touch because they don’t want to fuck up. Why on earth would someone do that because of me.

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The Female Beta (Stiles Stilinski)

 A/N: This is the first of my first teen wolf series. Takes place in season 1 of teen wolf.

Description: Sapphire Martin, Lydia Martin's sister, has been friends with Scott and Stiles ever since she could remember. However, she develops feelings for a certain honey eyed boy, despite his feelings for her twin sister. One night she gets bitten by the alpha. 

Warnings: fluff, angst, descriptive violence, mentions of blood and gore.

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The air was cold, her breath misting in the frosty air. 

"Hello?" she called, her voice wavering from the chill setting in her bones, and the pain of her injuries. Her red Toyota Corolla was flipped onto it's roof, the bonnet crushed and blood splattered on the driver side window from where her head had knocked against the glass. The cut above her eyebrow was throbbing as she stood at the side of the road, peering into the forest behind her. She could have sworn that she heard a stick crack behind her.  

        She shrugged, giving up her search and turned back to the car. She could feel eyes burning a hole in the back of her head, her breath speed up as her porcelain skin prickled into bumps. Her red hair whipped around her face, covering her sapphire blue eyes that she was named after, blocking her vision  for a split second. That was all it took.

        He sprang at her from behind, clawed hand gripping her ankle, pulling her back further from the side of the road. Her screams filled the night air, forcing growls from her attackers throat. He needed to do it now, and quickly. 

        Red eyes glowed and fangs elongated, piercing the girls side. Her screams died out as her vision blackened. 

And that was the beginning of it all. 

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how to fucking flag pedophiles

call me the fucking ~internet police~ BUT I DIDN’T KNOW UNTIL TODAY THAT THERE’S LITERALLY A COMMUNITY OF “PEDOPHILE POSITIVITY” ON THIS HELLSITE

THERE ARE PEOPLE OPENLY ADMITTING THAT THEY ARE ATTRACTED TO CHILDREN/CONSUMING CHILD PORN ON THIS WEBSITE!?!??! THERE’S 13 YEAR OLDS ON HERE!!!

so my dudes, how to flag “maps” (minor attracted people aka pedophiles)

1. click “flag this blog”

2. click “this violates tumblr’s community guildlines”

3. click “someone is at risk of harm”

4. click “harm to minors”

5. type “pedophile” in the box

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Dog owners please be aware.

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I'll do any fandom guys ❤️

Hello I have no requests left to write so please request

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From a post by Mandy Pursley, with Ryan Pursley:

At long last…Cinderella – with a glass ARM! ❤️

After a medical fiasco kept me from competing at a costume competition this summer, I was going to keep these photos under wraps for another year to try again. But a friend asked me today if I had any pictures I could share with a little girl who was born with one arm, and I realized that we never know what the future may hold…but we can still bring joy to people today!

This whole project was done with a lot of love. When my daughter was studying Cinderella stories at school last year, I realized that even though there were so many beautiful tales from around the world, there were still no princesses who looked like ME! When I was growing up with a physical difference, I never saw girls like myself represented in the media, so it took me a long time to realize that what makes us different can also be the thing that makes us strong, beautiful, and unapologetically unique.

So what do you do when you can’t find a princess like you? You make up your own! I spent countless hours sewing Cinderella’s ballgown and her Prince’s uniform. And my fairy godfather Gilbert Lozano brought everything together with the most amazing glass arm (glass slippers are SO last year! 😉 )

This costume is dedicated to all the little girls learning to navigate the world with their “lucky fins” or other challenges. I hope you know you are beautiful, and that you are UNSTOPPABLE!!! Write your own story, and be your own kind of princess. ❤

(Many, MANY thanks to all the people who helped turned this dream into reality! My real-life Prince Charming, Ryan Pursley, who didn’t think I was crazy while I kept sewing for MONTHS. Gilbert, the brilliant artist who didn’t even know me but believed in my dream and is now a cherished friend. Eric Morris and Nick Ibarra at Cemrock who generously offered their equipment and assistance to create the glass arm. Jennifer Woodard at Hanger Clinic in Vista, CA for helping me figure out how to attach the prosthetic, and of course the amazing Kelly Anderson for taking such beautiful photographs!! Who needs magic when you are surrounded by such talented and generous people!)

UPDATE: WOW, WOW, WOW! I am literally just blown away by all the love and support here. All of you fabulous people have created this beautiful corner of positivity and light and are just shooting it out there and it is AMAZING. But my most favorite part is seeing all these little “lucky fin” princesses and princes in the comments. Please shower these kids with all the love too because they are adorable and awesome exactly the way they are! I know they are going to write some great stories one day too! ❤️

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So. Today in class we assigned Macbeth roles to students to read. When I asked the class who wants to be Lady Macbeth, a young man raised his hand. I kind of stared at him like “Lady Macbeth,” and he nodded like “I know what I’m about ma’am.” So then the student who ended up as Macbeth raised his hand and said “HE’S THE ONE, HE’S MY WIFE!” So I said “yeah sure why not,” and the entire class period they were blowing kisses to each other and winking at each other, and every now and then Macbeth would say “I’m the luckiest man on Earth” and Lady Macbeth would put a hand to his chest, and be like “BABE!”.

I just stared at them, knowing that they CLEARLY have never read ‘Macbeth’ before, so… all this lovey dovey… I don’t know if I have the heart to tell them the truth.

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Don't call me angel

Summary: You're the eldest Weasley daughter, and you're dating Draco Malfoy. Secrerly. Rumours of him and Pansy dating start circulating Hogwarts, and you decide to end it. (Based on "Don't call me angel" by Ariana Grande, Miley Cyrus and Lana Del Ray).

Warnings: Angst, fluff.

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The whispers were everywhere. She tried her hardest to ignore them but they had made their home in her head. Her eyes filled with tears threatening to spill but she swallowed them back, her throat burning from the pressure. She made her way to their usual meeting spot, slowly pacing in front of the room of requirement, and stepping inside once the door appeared. She shut the door behind her and slid down the wall next to it, finally releasing the tears. She took a few deep breathes and pulled herself together, drying her tears. She stood, fixed her uniform, then made her way to the couch in the middle of the room, perching herself on the edge and practicing what she was going to say in her head.

Draco slipped into the room, unnoticed by anyone outside, and stood staring at his girlfriend. His heart skipped at beat at how the fire picked out all the gold highlights in her ginger hair, how she held herself elegantly even when she was sitting. He made his way over to her, a small smile on his lips and his grey eyes soft, drinking in the sight of the beauty in front of him. He placed his hands on her shoulders, kissing the top of her head and staring at her confused when she stiffened under his touch.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She still hadn't turned to look at him, which worried him to no end. His heart thumped erratically in his chest, feeling like it was about to break. He moved to sit in front of her and was taken aback by her red eyes, and the coldness that had replaced her usual warmth.

"Angel, talk to me." He pleaded.

"Don't call me angel!"

"I-I don't get it. What's wrong? Babe, just talk to me please." He could feel the tears starting to make themselves known, but he refused to let them fall.

"Shouldn't you be calling Pansy babe?" The confusion and shock was nearly too much for Draco to handle.

"What do you mean shouldn't I be calling Pansy babe?" He snapped sounding a bit harsher then he had planned. "Why would I be calling Pansy babe? Last time I checked she's not my girlfriend, you are!"

She could feel the glare settle in her eyes at his words.

"Am I? Because if I am, how come everywhere I turn I'm hearing people talking about you and Pansy kissing, or you and Pansy dating, or you and Pansy hooking up, or how she's been telling people that you're a sex god? Did you hook up with her because we haven't gone past kissing yet? Is that it? I mean, she's never made it a secret that she likes you, and as far as everyone knows you're single!" She took a breath, becoming aware of the tears on her cheeks and blurring her vision. She looked to boy who she had fallen in love with, surprising herself, and her heart broke as she took in the tears that had slipped from his eyes. He reached for her hand but she pulled away from his touch.

Draco couldn't stand the sight of her in tears, he needed to hold her, to make her feel better, but she was pulling away from him. He wasn't sure where she had heard all this crap, but his heart was breaking. He loved her with every fiber of his being. He had been a boy obsessed since the day they met. They had been together nearly a year now and it was the happiest year of his life. She was the brightest thing in his life.

"Where did you hear all that?"

"Everyone else in the castle. They've been talking about it all day." His heart stopped. He could tell from the look in her eyes where this was going, he could just tell.

She took a shuddering breath in, then straightened herself. She looked Draco in the eye and said the words that tore both their hearts to shreds.

"I can't do this anymore. We're over."

And she walked out of the room, leaving Draco on his own in tears, feeling empty and numb, not having the strength to move.

She fled back to her dorm, throwing herself on her bed and closing the curtains, muttering the silencing charm as she did so. And then she broke completely, the once bubbly and sarcastic girl now broken.

And the slytherin Prince, still in the room where she had left him, was nothing more then a shell.

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Bored

Summary: You were Bryce’s girlfriend before the tapes came out. Eventually, you grew bored of his games and left. (Based on the song Bored by Billie Eilish).

Warning: Contains mentions of abuse/rape.

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I’m home alone, Bryce is out somewhere, god knows where the boy could be. I had been with Bryce since freshman year and things had been good for a while, until they weren’t. Bryce had started playing games, games that were never fun. He started getting angry when you didn’t act the way he wanted you to. He’d lash out, leaving you scared and frightened. He’d promise he’d stick around and comfort you only to leave within an hour. Eventually it got to the point where you would do anything for him to stay, whether you were comfortable with it or not, but that usually didn’t bother him, he’d keep going even if you told him to stop. You were scared that if you broke up with him, you’d have no one, that you’d be alone.

Tonight however, you are alone in your room, Bryce is god knows where, and for the first time in years you had time to think. You thought of everything he had ever done, all the times you gave into his pleads, all the times your cries of stop fell on deaf ears, all the times you wished he actually loved you. And it was tonight that you gathered the courage to end it.

You dialled his number, your phone was held to your ear as you breathed in deeply, calming your nerves. He picked up the phone, the sounds of a party raging around him, echoing down the phone. Before he even spoke, you told him you were breaking up with him, that you were bored of his games, bored of giving him, or him taking, everything he wanted. You ended the call feeling lighter then you had in years, a weight lifted from your chest and a genuine smile on your lips.

The next day, the tapes arrived at your door, and those tapes brought you Justin.

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Break up with your girlfriend...

Break up with your girlfriend...

You watched as Jessica's face lit up with a smile, her back against the wall and Justin's hands lightly grasping her waist.

Yeah, yeah, cause I'm bored...

You were close to breaking point. Tears welled up in your eyes but you forced them back, keeping your eyes trained on the scene in front of you. Once you were sure the tears were gone, you plastered a smile on your face, and purposefully strode past Jessica and your best friend, your head held high. You could see him smile at you out of the corner of your eye, and hear him call after you, but you ignored him, not even acknowledging his presence. It was the only way to stop the hurt.

You can hit it in the morning...

You continued your silent treatment well into the day, until he confronted you at lunch. You had taken advantage of the quiet to go to your locker when all of a sudden you were harshly turned around and your back was forced against the lockers. The coldness of the metal against your back and his proximity to you, prickled your skin and made your breath catch in your throat. Justin was stood there, his eyebrows furrowed, eyes a mask of barely disguised hurt.

"Why have you been ignoring me?"

"I haven't been ignoring you." You replied, your voice barely more then a whisper.

"Yes, you have. Cut the bullshit (Y/N)." His voice rose then fell, breaking slightly at the end, betraying his emotions.

"It's nothing. Honest."

The lockers shook from the force of his hands slamming on either side of your head, his face lowering down to yours.

"Tell me the truth."

Finally sick of the constant lying to everyone, to him, you finally spit out the truth.

Yeah, yeah, like it's yours...

"Fine. Yes, I was ignoring you. I was ignoring you because I'm jealous." Justin's eyebrows rose in confusion. You continued on. "It should be me you kiss and hold like that. I have been here, by your side, hopelessly in love with you since second grade. I have stood by you through everything."

I know it ain't right...

"Yet you never see me as anything more then a friend. I've always been just a friend. And I can't stand it anymore."

But I don't care...

His eyes widened in shock. Instead of answering you, he lowered his forehead against yours, freezing for a moment as your eyes locked. Then grasping the back of your neck, he pulled you in for the lightest, softest kiss you had ever had. He broke the kiss, staring at you with uncertainty. Both of you released a shaky breath, before you grabbed the front of his shirt and reconnected your lips, a bit harder this time. You broke the kiss, your lungs needing air.

"You should have told me sooner. Because I couldn't stop thinking about you. I can't stop. But I'm with Jess, (Y/N), I don't know what to do." He confessed, his eyes focusing on the floor. You could the pain, confusion and sadness clearly written on his face. You tilted his chin up towards you, and leaned towards his ear, only after you had gently brushed your lips against his. You could see your breath against his ear causing his skin to prickle and a shiver to be sent down his spine.

"Break up with your girlfriend, I'm bored."

And your lips met once again.

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!!

FACTS!

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It’s Monday did you take your medicine ?

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Send in asks!!!

Hey guys, need something to take my mind off of the boredom, so feel free to send in requests! In the middle of a creative streak!

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Once a wild child, ways a wild child

The air was chilly as I gazed up at the all brick walls of Abbey Mount boarding school for girls. My emerald green trunk was sat on the grass next to me, the sound of girls reuniting after Easter break all around me. I spotted my friends, who are also my roommates, about the same time they spotted me and I was immediately pulled into a group hug, the four girls squealing in my ear. Kate was the first one to pull back, her wide brown eyes lit up with a familiar smile.

"Did you hear we're getting a new roommate?"

I shook my head as Jennifer, aka Drippy, Josie and Kiki groaned in sync.

Heels clicked on the ground as Mrs. Kingsley, our headmistress, approached us. She gently greeted Kate

"All right, Kate?"

"Yes, thank you."

And made her way towards an expensive car that had just pulled up the gravel drive way. Kate went and stood close to the car. The rest of us watching as Mrs. Kingsley opened the door, and a tall, blonde girl dressed fashionable stepped out and was introduced to Kate. The conversation didn't seem to pleasurable as Kate turned back towards us, her expression incredulous.

"Saddle up girls. We've got ourselves a bronco."