#dont worry guys hes just staring at ford

[yippeecoon]

Bitch, what you looking at?

[thesingingrevolution]

the funniest thing in the world just happened to me

it’s 3am i was on the bus home and a guy in a suit asks if he can sit next to me on a crowded bus and he starts chatting to me and at first im kinda uncomfy just because it’s so late i’m so tired and i just wanna stare at the darkness and go home and also because this is the second man talking to me tonight and the first one was also hilarious but this was actually the funniest thing ever because he tells me he’s a history major and i’m like i love history because i do and he also asks me what languages i speak and i tell him and then he tells me he wants to learn polish as his 5th language and i’m like awesome atp i’m vibin cause i love other nerdy people who like the same stuff as me so i start listing all the languages i wanna learn and i mention i wanna learn russian and he says he likes old russian songs i’m like which ones and he says katyusha which obviously so he starts SINGING IT on the bus and i literally had to join him i’m so sorry it was a super loud bus (full of drunk college kids) so i’m not sorry about that it’s just so funny wtf i’m singing in russian with this random man. and then he says he likes civil wars songs and i tell him my fav is marching through georgia and this man starts singing like he’s tennessee ernie ford and once again sorry i had to join him. it was bizarre. no one could have predicted this would ever happen. he asked me for my number though, fuck 😭😭😭 like. i just. it was fun but. Now i gotta worry about this. I just dont like that idksidksk

[agent-barnes40]

Watching The Empire Strikes back

The old sounding theme

Didn’t Mark Hamill get into an accident before filming this one?

What is up with the Dalek looking probes?

Mark Hamill looks so young.

He sounds so young.

Bruh, Luke wtf?

Y’all I fucking see it! I paused it at 4:27 and for a moment thought that Han was being played by Adam Driver. I definitely see the resemblance now.

Rip Chewie’s original actor

Wheretf is Leia?

There she is.

SPACE MOM LOOKS SO YOUNG

Rip Carrie Fisher while we’re here

Damn, Carrie talks so quietly during this scene.

Damn, Leia’s sass is amazing.

Leia hiding her feelings. Are we positive that Leia wouldn’t be an awesome Gen-Z?

Everyone walking in-between Leia and Han as they fight, iconic!

The angry “YOU COULD USE A GOOD KISS!” Sounds so much like Ben/Kylo. It’s nuts.

Above scene is at 6:27.

3P0! R2!

“OH SWITCH OFF!”

Han looks feral, that’s all I’m saying.

Han’s concern for Luke and Leia warms my heart.

“Between ourselves, I think Master Luke is in conciderable danger.”

“That’s right. My friends right out in it.”

Han, admit it, you’re attached to Luke.

“Then I’ll see you in hell.”

Damn Han.

Ya’ll I forgot that most of the “cgi” was stop motion in these first three.

The old force theme.

Rancor? Thingy is cool.

R2 willing to freeze for his Skywalker master makes me want to cry.

R2 DONT SOUND SAD!

Are we close to shoving Luke into a tauntaun yet?

The rebellion people being concerned for Leia’s worry over Luke and Han while C3P0 just walks up.

Leia closing the doors to the base and Chewie looks so sad.

I’m legit about to cry. They mimicked Chewies cry from this to put into TROS when they tell Poe, Finn and Chewie that Leia’s dead.

Shelby is joining me in my watch of Star Wars.

We’re shoving Luke into a tauntaun now!

Obi-Wan absolutely dissing Qui-Gon.

Glad to know the Tauntaun died of the cold,

Han wielding the lightsaber!

They’re so happy to have found Luke and Han

The bacta tank

Luke is like, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WHILE I WAS ABOUT TO GET EATEN!?

The iconic Laserbrain scene.

Chewie laughing and Han looks so betrayed.

NERF HERDER!

Have I mentioned I love Leia?

The sad look on Han’s face when Leia calls him scruffy.

Luke’s like PLEASE DONT GET ME IN THIS!

I forgot Luke and Leia kiss!

3P0 casually mentioning that it isn’t a rebellion signal

Oop, here comes Anakin “So, do you like my plan?” Vader Skywalker.

The Falcon absolutely wreaking Han.

Han and Luke silently communicating.

Vader’s egg.

Vader casually killing someone while talking.

Have I mentioned I love Leia?

The stop motion is amazing.

THE AT-AT!

3P0 casually reminding R2 to be safe.

Luke trying to save his friend

Han running back for Leia.

Han catching 3P0.

Anthony Daniel’s autotune.

The very old sounding theme.

Luke gets his dumbass traits from Anakin.

Carries scream.

Where in the hell is the scene where 3P0 rips the warning on a door?

R2 being worried about Luke.

“Take Evasive action!” Almost dies.

The scene where Han is on the pole and his ass is on display, thank god Harrison Ford got paid for that.

Leia trying to fly falcon shows that she’s a Skywalker and has that natural ability to fly.

Had to switch over to my computer.

“Never tell me the odds!”

Oof, Dagobah.

Here comes the green dwarf who drinks coke every day.

Luke’s X-wing.

R2 falling into the water

R2 scream

Yoda should show up soon.

Vader’s egg.

Anakin’s crusty head.

Han catching Leia

Leia getting pissed

Han flirting

Here comes Yoda, the coke drinker.

Yoda’s so damn high. I’m meaning weed type of high

R2 getting beat by Yoda.

You know for a fact Yoda was beating R2 because he remembers Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker’s way too damn modified Astromech.

How the fuck is Frank Oz still alive?

3P0 wants his husband.

Oop, here comes the kiss scene with Han and Leia.

Han calling Leia by her first name for the first time.

“Scoundrel?”

“I happen to like nice men.”

Finally!

Fucking 3P0!

Han looks so vulnerable.

Oop Palpatine.

Vader’s egg.

Ian McDiarmid has been playing Palpatine since 1980.

Anakin learning that Luke Skywalker is his son and having to pick between killing him and wanting to finish raising Luke. It’s quite sad actually.

R2 getting drenched scares me.

Luke hiding his distaste for Yoda’s food.

Yoda and Obi-Wan talking.

I’m gonna be honest, I hate Yoda. He’s an old man who is doesn’t want change until literally episode 8. He may have taught Luke something but Luke had to learn the way of the force by himself.

Also, Yoda scares me.

Have I mentioned that I love Leia?

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

C3P0 yelling at the Mynock.

Leia faceplanting into the Falcon.

“I am not a committee!”

I don’t like the Luke/Yoda training scene.

The only thing that I believe that Yoda taught look was to absolutely fear his connection with the force.

The whole under the tree Luke/Vader “fight” was to allude to “hey, Vader is this Anakin guy we keep talking about.”

Is that Boba I see?

The light speed fail x2.

“Shut up!”

I don’t like this Luke/Yoda training scene either.

“No! Try not. Do or do not. There is no try.”

Unpopular opinion: Palpatine should’ve killed Yoda.

The soft flute force theme.

Bruh, I forgot Han landed the Falcon on Vader’s ship.

Leia turning 3P0 off.

“He’s a card player, gambler, scoundrel. You’d like him.

“Thanks.”

You can see Anthony Daniels or his stand in breathing in the 3P0 outfit.

Boba following them.

Again, I hate each and every single Yoda/Luke training scene.

“Han. Leia!”

Yoda constantly belittling Luke’s compassion for his friends that he sees as his family. This is why I don’t like Yoda.

The landing on cloud city.

I forgot how much Cloud city looks like Corucant.

Lando Calrissian

Han pointing to himself, *me?*

Lando Calrissian.

“What have you done to my ship?”

“Your ship? Hey, remember, you lost her to me fair and square.”

They are literal children and I love it.

Lando immediately flirting.

Also, what the fuck was George Lucas thinking on letting 5ft something men get chest to chest with Carrie and try to intimidate her with their height whilst trying to flirt with her?

Wtf was he thinking! Carrie Fisher is 4ft something and I feel bad for her.

“She’s the fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy.”

Chewie going to look for C3P0.

The soft force theme.

The force theme turning to the imperial march.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, you let 12-year old Ahsoka Tano on a battlefield with Anakin fucking Skywalker, the man who stared General Grevious in the face and basically told him to fuck off, and you’re not letting Anakin’s literal son go save his sister and future brother in law! So shut the fuck up dead guy and let Luke save his friends.

Yoda can go die for all I care. I forgot how much of an asshole he is.

God, I fucking hate Yoda.

Leia’s Bespin outfit.

Leia worried over 3P0 is the sweetest thing. This shows just how great of a mom she’ll be.

“I don’t trust Lando.”

Have I said that I appreciate how pretty Harrison Ford is?

Yo! Mandalorian!

Also, chewie finding C3P0!

Leia covering her body when she realizes Lando is watching her is something I thought I’d never relate to but whelp, here we are.

Lando Calrissian is very creepy actually in how he treats Leia every chance he can get.

Han’s ready to punch him.

“Would you join me for a refreshment?”

“No!” I never realized how protective Chewie is of Leia until this scene. Chewbacca immediately is ready to rip Lando apart.

“Having a problem with your droid?”

Han immediately realizes how vulnerable Leia can get when C3P0 is involved and when people she’s intimidated by. Han drew away Lando’s attention on 3P0 to him.

Han drank his appreciating women juice.

Is Boba wearing a death watch thingy on his shoulder?

Leia looks so damn scared.

Han grabbing Leia’s hand tighter to protect her.

Chewie trying to work on C3P0.

The imperial march.

Han’s super pale. “I feel terrible.”

Leia’s vulnerable and even though Han’s hurting he jumps in to protect her and how angry Leia gets, that’s when everyone knows that Leia’s feeling and anger is her protection emotion.

Honestly, I’m ready to skip the rest of Lando’s scenes.

Carbonite.

Okay so when Vader tells the Troopers to put Han into the carbon freezer, Chewbacca attacks, if you notice, Vader just lets him. It’s not because, “hey let’s not anger the Wookiee more.” It’s because according to a scene in The Clone Wars animated TV show, Chewbacca saved Anakin’s padawan, Ahsoka. I like to think Vader was finally paying his debt to the Shriwook for saving Ahsoka.

Han calming down Chewie by telling him to look after Leia.

Han and Leia’s second kiss

“I love you.”

“I know.”

Leia looks so damn sad and scared.

Chewie literally pulling Leia into his body to try and lessen the pain she was in.

The fact that Luke doesn’t realize that it’s Han.

Luke slowly realizing that he didn’t see Han with Leia and Chewie.

The only lightsaber fight between Luke and a Vader that I remember.

I’m not gonna comment on Chewie chocking Lando.

That force jump.

The biggest plot twist in cinematic history, according to the Internet, is about to happen.

R2 getting electrocuted

R2 going to fix his husband.

Oop, Luke’s hands about to get cut off.

Mark Hamill’s scream.

“Luke, there is no escape. Don’t make me destroy you. Luke, you do not yet realize your importance. You have only begun to discover your power. Join me, and I will complete your training. With our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict and bring order to the galaxy.”

“I’ll never join you!”

“If you only knew the power of the dark side. Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father.”

“He told me enough. He told me you killed him.”

“No. I am your father.”

“No, no, that’s not true. That’s impossible!”

“Search your feelings. You know it to be true.”

The iconic “Noooo.”

“Luke. You can destroy the emperor. He has foreseen this. It is your destiny. Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy as father and son. Come with me. It is the only way.”

Skywalker men are such idiots and always are so dramatic.

The poor film editor, having to make it look like Luke is falling and is just playing with the footage they got of Mark Hamill writhing around.

And here we see just how powerful Leia and Luke are.

“Leia. Hear me. Leia”

“Luke.”

Luke’s just swinging his legs.

Light speed fail x3

“Luke.”

“Father.”

“Come with me.”

“Ben. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Luke, it’s your destiny.”

Mark Hamill is such a talented actor

Welp, Anakin’s gonna kill everyone.

“May the Force be with you.”

Luke’s fake hand.

The chills I get during the ending music.

And that was The Empire Strikes Back. All in all a good classic.

[tidsoptlmist]

It’s a Boy-Girl Thing - E.D.

Authors note: I’M BACK! for those who care: my holiday was sO MUCH FUN OH MY GOD!! I had the bEST time!!! sadly school has started again and i’m drowning in homework again!!! 

disclaimer 1: over these past few weeks I’ve received so many asks about whether or not I was still gonna update this: the answer is YES!

I hate the feeling of letting you all wait or maybe letting you down when i’m not posting as often as i (and you) would want me to. 

the things is that (and this might come as a shocker) actually do have a life outside of tumblr. I’m in my senior year of high school and I trying to get good grades, so I can get into a good university next year...

I do love writing this and I am so excited to continue writing this story (and more!!) and I will not stop until this story is finished!!! I promise ahha!! I see those messages as a compliment (bc apparently you all like this very much and want to read more) but sometimes they make me feel a little bad/stressed because i feel like I’m let you all down... so yea..... I hope you all understand! 

(what im trying to say is that i dont really mind those asks but at the same time it won't help asking bc YES i will be updating: but only when I’m able to...) (which will be regularly again next week!!!!) (promise)

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Part 9 一 ANIMOSITY

Summary: Ethan and Y/N are neighbors. And although Y/N is on good terms with Ethan’s twin brother Grayson, Y/N and Ethan loathe each other and are constantly in dispute. Ethan is a populair varsity football player, who likes to be in the spotlight. Y/N prefers to stay under the radar, while reading books and poetry.

Although the constant bickering between the two drives everyone around them crazy - the two live their separate lives peacefully. At least that’s how it was until they wake up one morning and every had changed…

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7 || PART 8 || PART 9 || PART 10

You liked sports. You honestly liked being active. But not in late summer, when it was hot like an oven outside and the air humid.

You could feel the sweat dripping down your back, your shirt completely drenched. Your heart beat banging in your head and your legs shaking. You squint your eyes against the intense sunset.

Ethan had made you run around the field all afternoon. He had made you run laps, do pushups, situps and all different sorts of exercises which names you had forgotten right after Ethan said you could stop doing them. After finishing you had dropped yourself next to Ethan on the grass: completely worn out.

‘What are you doing?’ Ethan had asked.

‘I’m taking a break. Actually, not even a break: I’m done! I think if I continue I might get a heart attack or something,’ you breath still went rapidly.

Ethan just laughed while grabbing a water bottle from the cooler he had taken with him. ‘What are you on about? This was the warming up!’ He threw a cold bottle of water next to you in the grass. Your hands quickly opened it and you gulped down half of the bottle before glaring at Ethan.

‘I’m definitely warm…’ You mumbled annoyed.

Slowly you had gotten up from the grass and Ethan had made you catch footballs for an hour. The sun was now setting and your whole body ached. You fell onto the bench at the side of the field.

‘I don’t think I’ll ever be able to leave this bench. I can’t carry your body anymore Eth,’ you sighed and wiped your forehead with his shirt. It didn’t help much: your shirt was completely soak. Ethan stood in front of you, grinning. Silently you watched the sunset behind the hills.

‘Let’s go home,’ you said, getting up. You grabbed your bag and looked at Ethan. He was still smiling at you. ‘I thought you said “you were never gonna be able to get off that bench”,’ he chucked at you. You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but let a smile creep on your face.

‘We really need to head home though. Grayson said something about a party this morning and I think he really wants to go,’ you say as you walk towards the parking lot where Ethan had parked your car earlier.

‘Who’s hosting the party?’ Ethan asked you, eyeing your in a curious manner.

‘Austin, I think…’ You say, trying to remember what Grayson had said this morning. ‘He said Austin invited you both. And that it would be a big party. Apparently his parents are out of town.���

‘You should go,’ Ethan says, as he opens the trunk. You put the footballs and bottles of water and other training gear in the trunk.

‘I don’t want to go,’ you say in all honesty. Ethan rolls his eyes as he closes the trunk again.

‘Grayson and I never go somewhere alone-’

‘Yea, that’s kinda weird: you two should try to being more independent,’ you cut him off. Ethan eyes you angrily - irritated that you cut him off, but ignores your comment.

‘Like I said, before you cut me off: we never go somewhere alone. If Grayson wants to go: you go with him,’ Ethan says as he walks towards the driver seat. You walk towards passengers seat and get into your car.

‘I don’t like those kind of parties! What do you want me to do while I’m there?! Also; this could only go wrong. Someone will definitely notice something’s off!’ You tell him, trying to convince him why you shouldn’t go to Austin’s party.

‘You can try talking to some girls?’ Ethan suggests chuckeling, but quickly comes back from his idea: ‘Wait, no! Don’t talk to girls! You’ll for sure embarrass me!’

You glare at him. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Y/N, you might have a 4.0 on your GPA but you definitely don’t have a 4.0 in flirting,’ Ethan laughs at his own joke.

‘I’m not that bad….’ You say softly.

‘You know what, I’ll go to the party as well. That way I can keep an eye on you so you don’t embarrass me too much.’ Ethan says. You give him another glare. Annoyed how he won’t trust you.

The field wasn’t far from your home. Ethan parked in front of the Dolan house and you got out of the car.

‘Do you need to pick an outfit for tonight too - or do you trust me to pick one out myself without embarrassing you?’ You snarled at him. Ethan looked unimpressed by your remark.

‘Nah, you’re good,’ he simply said, pushing a strand of your long hair out of his face. In the days that he had been trapped in your body, he had only wore your hair down. It was now that you relised it was probably because he didn’t know how to tie a ponytail with long hair. You huffed and walked towards the trunk where you got the footballs and other training gear.

You walked towards the Dolan house without saying goodbye to Ethan. You dumped the training gear in the garage and walked immediately upstairs. You grabbed a clean pair of undrwear and some basketball shorts and walked towards the shower.

You took a quick shower - the same way you did that morning. This time the towel didn’t drop and you got the underwear on in one go. You stood infront of Ethan’s side of the sink and sprayed on some cologne. You closed your eyes as you inhaled the scent: it was smelled very good.

You walked out of the bathroom and layed down on Ethan’s bed. The party wouldn’t start till 9:30 - so you had a good three hours to kill.

Before you really could think of something to do, Grayson barched into the room. These boys left eachother no privacy did they?!

‘E,’ he exclaimed as he jumbed on the bed next to you, ‘wanna play some video games?’

And before you knew it, you were walking towards Grayson’s room. It was practially the same as Ethan - but with different colored bedsheets and instead of a poster of a motercycle there was a poster of old looking car. You recognised Grayson’s Ford Bronco - altough the one on the poster was red in color. Grayson turned the PlayStation on and handed you a controller.

‘Dude!!’ Grayson yelled at you. You stared at the screen. “YOU DIED” it read in thic red letters.

‘I swear I shot them first! I don’t know how I died?!’ You said annoyed.

‘Why are you so bad at this game?! Did you lose all your skills while haning out with Y/N today or something?!’ Grayson said jokingly, although he stilled looked a little annoyed at you for losing.

‘No,’ you mumbed while restarting the game. Playing video games was more fun then you innitionally thought it would be. Grayson was good company too, chatting away about his day.

‘How is Y/N doing?’ Grayson asks suddenly. You huff, concentrating on the game, ‘she’s good.’

Grayson falls back on the bed, starring at the ceiling, ‘she looks good.’

His comment makes you forget the game and within a second the red letters spelling out “YOU LOST” fill the tv screen again.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ You ask Grayson, confused. Grayson gives you a ‘like you don’t know what I’m talking about’-look. You gave him the ‘I-really-don’t-have-a-fucking-clue-what-you’re-talking-about-so-tell-me-now’-kind of look.

‘You said it yourself E: she has a good ass!’

You look at him in shock. It was weird hearing Grayson making comments about your ass - well just any ass - without getting red and flushed.

‘I never said that!’ Ethan would never say something like that about you!

‘Yea you did, like three days ago,’ Grayson says while taking the controller from you hands. ‘But don’t worry, I won’t tell Sophia tonight.’ He chuckles at his own joke. He walked towards the PlayStation and turns it off.

‘Is she gonna be there too?’ You mentally roll your eyes. Your energy level for this party just dropped to minus 6.

‘Yea, so let’s have some diner and get ready for this party,’ Grayson says as he walks out of his room. When he’s halfway down the stairs you hear him laugh and say:

‘and don’t forget to bring protection! We don’t want any surprises in 9 months!’

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[plaidstiel-wormstache]

What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?

This is the last one for my Christmas Challenge, I hope you like it, cause I’m obsessed with this song. What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve sung by Zooey Deschanel and Joseph Gordon-Levitt. I’ve worked in two other songs (Blueberry Hill & Dream a Little Dream), though they’re not what drove this piece. Word Count: 1396 Characters: John Winchester, Reader and some OC’s. Warnings: Nothing I can think of, it is fluffy, but there’s also a touch of heartache. AN: I wrote this with Farm Life in mind, kind of like a prequel, but you don’t need to read it to understand this in any way. It was just a thought. Although this is an older JDM in the gif, I’m picturing a younger John! This is unbeta’d so all mistakes are mine own.

The warm beer fizzed slightly in John’s hand, his shoulders hunched, head hung low. His other hand scribbled lazily over a free page in the journal he kept, making notes of the latest case and the beastie he defeated.

A younger man was behind the bar, his elbows leaning against the counter as he read a well-loved book. An elderly couple were at a table, sipping at sherry’s they’d ordered an hour ago while watching the inhouse performer. And an older man, clearly homeless, was bundled into a booth, almost asleep.

A woman’s voice drifted through the almost empty bar, sweet and soft and low, setting a mood of intimacy among the six listeners. The upright piano had been rolled out into a cleared corner of the bar, an air of comfortability to her, this being her regular spot.

John only looked up from the journal when he sensed a presence in front of him. The guy behind the bar was replacing his warm beer with a new, fresh and cold one. John nodded his thanks and went back to writing.

“Miss YN,” The elderly man called out, his voice wavering from age. “Let me guess,” YN replied, smiling brightly at him. She began to play the beginning of Dream a Little Dream the usual request from the man. She briefly glanced down for a chord change before beginning to sing, looking back out into the dimly lit bar to watch the elderly man stand and offer his hand to his wife. They began to slowly sway back and forth, a gentle spin every now and then, but mostly holding each other, a show of true love lasting a lifetime. The barman had stopped in his collection of empty glasses, mesmerised by the couple, even the homeless man had peered over the top of the booth. John looked up too, finishing his beer while tracking the slow movement of the two. An old memory stirred, reminding him of when he used to pull Mary around their lounge room while listening to a similar song, holding her in his arms, swaying to the music. How he wished he could have that again.

“Thank you, Miss YN.” The elderly woman beamed at musician, waving goodbye while her husband held her coat ready for her to shrug into. “Merry Christmas Mrs Apperol. Be careful getting home, now.” YN said, inclining her head when Mr Apperol pushed a fiver into the tin sitting above the piano. The usual, very much appreciated, donation.

The barman held the door for the elderly couple as they left, YN getting straight back to her music. “If you three don’t mind, I may sing one more and then call it a night.” YN’s sultry voice sounded through the speakers, but two of the three men didn’t seem to pay any attention. She stood from the bench seat and grabbed the nearby guitar, coming back and strumming a chord to tune.

She began a chord progression, calm and steady. John’s pen hovered over the page as he tried to guess the song from her drawn out introduction.

“Maybe it’s much too early in the game,” YN’s voice was slow to build as she harmonized with the piano. “But I thought I’d ask you just the same, what are you doing New Year’s, New Year’s Eve?”

John scribbled the title of the song in the margin and closed the diary, placing his hand on it as he turned his body to face her.

“Who’s gonna be the one holds you tight, when it’s exactly twelve o’clock at night, welcoming in the New Year’s, New Year’s Eve?” YN’s YEC eyes scanned the room. When they met John’s she smiled to herself, reminding John of the boys and how they’d get that smile on their face if they knew something the other didn’t.

“Maybe I’m crazy to suppose, I’d ever be the one you chose, out of a thousand invitations you received.” YN’s YHC hair fell over her shoulder as she looked down to check her finger placement, hiding her from John. Maybe for the best, as he found himself imagining her singing this just for him.

“Ah, but in case I stand one little chance, here comes the jackpot question in advance. What are you doing New Year’s, New Year’s Eve?” YN flicked her hair back over her shoulder with a whip of her head, glancing towards John to check he was still there, still watching.

“Oh, but in case I stand one little chance, here comes the jackpot question in advance. What are you doing New Year’s, New Year’s Eve?” YN played the last note, letting the guitar hold it before fading out. She sighed heavily and smoothed her palm down the neck of the guitar before standing and replacing it.

YN collected the fiver from the tin and crossed the bar to the homeless man in the booth, smiling when he wished her a happy christmas and became teary eyed. John felt like a school kid, nervous and sweaty as he watched her round the bar, she was mere feet from him and his mouth had gone dry.

“Thanks for coming in, wouldn’t have been Christmas for the Apperol’s if you hadn’t!” The barman said as she collected her coat. “Merry Christmas, Steve.” She said, kissing his cheek, “Leave Bob in and lock up soon as the new one’s out.” She instructed, patting his shoulder when he nodded.

“Uhh, ‘scuse me?” John said as she passed, maybe a little too forcefully as he tried to get the words out around the lump in his throat. “Yes, sir?” She said, that same smile from before gracing her lips. “Umm…” John quickly realised he was in a bar, he couldn’t ask her out for a drink. And even if he did, this was the only place open on Christmas Day. “You--” “Walk--” They both started at the same time and YN blushed, looking down at her feet, laughing before looking back up at the older hunter as he gestured for her to speak. “Walk me to my car?” She asked. John was taken aback at how direct she was, how confident she sounded. He nodded, quickly fumbling in his pocket for his wallet to pay for his drinks. “Don’t worry about it, it’s on the house. Have a good one.” The barman, Steve, said, waving them both out the door.

They walked in silence for a moment, the knowing smile plastered to her face. But it wasn’t a shit eating grin, it was pleasant, it made John want to lean in and kiss her to see if he could budge it, or at least be let in on the secret.

“...a bar at christmas?” She’d been talking, and John hadn’t been listening, lucky the end was enough to go by. “Umm, work has me away from my boys.” He was shocked at how easily he opened up, he never normally mentioned his sons if anyone asked about family, wanted to keep them away from the business. You never knew who you were feeding information to. “You have sons?” YN asked, genuinely interested. “Two. They’re at their Uncle’s for Christmas.” “I bet he spoils them when you’re not around.” She nudged him gently with her shoulder.

John was relieved she hadn’t asked about Mary, he would’ve thought his ring… “She died a while back.” He muttered, more for his guilty conscious than for her. “I’m sorry to hear that.” There was a silence between them, the crunch of snow under their boots the only sound as they continued to walk. “But, I’m sure she’s proud of all you do for them.”

John looked over at YN. She was staring straight ahead, a kind of thoughtfulness behind her eyes. Then, all of a sudden, it was gone as she glanced over at him, stopping. “This is me.” She said, nodding across the road at the motel. “I thought you said something about a car?” “The red truck?” She pointed across the parking lot to an old, rusting Ford F100. John nodded, his lips lifting into a smile before he chuckled to himself. YN’s head slightly tilted in question as her lips pulled up in spite of not knowing why he was laughing. “This is me too.” He said, pointing to the black, Impala that was parked next to her red truck. She smiled wider than before and snorted a laugh. They began to walk together, towards their respective doors.

“So,” YN said, hand on her door, fingers fidgeting with the key in her coat pocket. “So.” He said, he could feel his tummy begin to flutter as the butterflies came alive. “You wanna--” “What are you--” They began to speak at the same time, both stopping. It was YN’s turn to laugh and gessture to him. “You go.” “I was gonna...” John knew it was corny, but he couldn’t resist. “What are you doing New Year’s Eve?”

I loved writing this piece. And I hope you enjoyed reading it. Please comment or reblog or do both if you liked it too.

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[hiphipyouregay]

Dipper Pine, more like Dipper Pinning

Hey guys! i have decided(and asked) one of my friends if i could write an rp we have been doing(we recently finished), and she was okay with it (bless her) so I have decided to share with you! I hope you like it. It is BillDip (Bill Cipher x Dipper Pines) from Gravity Falls. Dipper is 16-17 in this story. anyway we shall begin, enjoy!

Read on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13001079/chapters/29728572

It was a lovely day in Gravity Falls, the sky was a beautiful shade of blue, clouds were in the sky. Everything was peaceful, people were outside enjoying the beautiful day, well except one.

 Dipper Pines, dipper was a one of a kind, he believed in mysteries and wants to discover the strange. He and his sister Mabel defeated Bill Cipher when he took over the beloved Gravity falls turning it into Weirdmagaddon. When summer ended, the twins were forced to go back to California, and although they were back to the normal way of life one of the twins missed Gravity Falls. Well both twins did, but Dipper missed it more than his dear sister, his plans were to graduate school and move to Gravity Falls.

    Alas that time is not yet here.

Dipper and Mabel were Juniors, the school year came and left in a blur. It was finally summer, which meant it was time to go back to Gravity Falls. Dipper was excited to go back, he missed Gunkel Stan and Ford, he also missed all the mysteries Gravity Falls was able to provide. Mabel was excited to see all her friends again.

  Finally, the day came when they were fully packed, and they were ready to go.

“Good-bye Mom, Dad, we’ll call when we arrive” they both hugged their parents, with one final good bye they entered their car and drove off to Gravity Falls.

    “My god, I love Mom and Dad, but they act like we are leaving forever, I mean were only leaving for three months, am I right bro-bro” Mabel asked. Even though she did miss them already, she didn’t want to admit it yet.

   “Well we almost did die that one time, and last year we came back with many bruises on our bodies, you have to give them credit. They should be worried, who knows what might happens this summer” Dipper said. Honestly dipper was glad he was going back, he would rather stay in Gravity Falls it was more interesting than his home in California.

   After a few more hours they finally arrived at the Mystery Shack. Once the stepped out of the car they were swept off their feet by Soos. “My god look at you guys, you sure got taller, how old are you now?”

 “Were the same age as we were last time we were here,” dipper says. “I know, I know, just missed you guys” Soos stated.

 When Soos put down them down, they noticed that grunkle Stan and Ford were waiting for their turn. “Hey there kids, how have you been, beating any bullies?” Stan laughed.

“Whatever Stanley, you missed them, anyway my turn. How have you guys been?” Ford asked.

       “We’ve been good, Mabel here has had over five boyfriends over the year, also a few girlfriends” Dipper said looking over his shoulders to see Mabel blushing.

“Wow didn’t know you swung both ways Kid” Stanley mentioned. “Yeah, it just happened, I can tell you all about it inside? if you’re comfortable with it” Mabel looked nervous and scared that Stan wouldn’t be accepting of her sexuality. “Nah kid, I need all the details. Come in” Stan smiled, Dipper could feel Mabel’s smile grow as she realized that Stan was open to her new personality.

     Ford and Dipper laugh at both their sibling’s excitement. “So, kid, how have you been?” Ford asked. “I’m doing pretty well, my grades are excellent, and I did make some new friends over the year, although I did scare some of my teachers” dipper says smugly. “What, how?” Ford laughs at the new information.

    “I always arrived early, and freaked them out by staring at them” dipper hears Ford laugh.

“Stare?! Why would you do that dear boy?”  “I don’t know actually, it was fun they were freaked out, they were always snapping, and it was just, fun.” Dipper smiles. Ford doesn’t get it, but he probably did things way worse back then. “Alright boy, go unpack you have had a long trip, we can catch up in the morning” Ford pats dipper’s shoulder before heading out to the forest. Dipper wanted to follow but he felt extremely exhausted. He decided to let it go and went up to his room.

  He and Mabel both decided to get separate rooms since they were both going through puberty and it was awkward. He let Mabel have the new room they found, he did sort of liked the attic, it was peaceful.

 Dipper should have unpacked but, he was so tired he fell on his bed enjoying the smell of the room. He couldn’t help but think ‘Home Sweet Home’. Just when sleep could take over, he realized that he was able to read the journal.

Excitement filled his body, he pulled the journal out of his backpack and started to read. After two minutes Dipper realized that he was back in Gravity Falls, he should be enjoying the breeze, the trees and the scent the wild gave. He got up and once he was dressed he headed out to the woods toward a spot he found the last time he was here.

 He finally found the place, it was still looking beautiful as it always has. This place was one of a kind, it had trees circling around this huge stone right in the middle. It almost looked like the trees were hiding something. ‘Whatever’ Dipper thought. He went toward the big rock and sat down n his favorite spot.

   Dipper takes out his journal and starts reading enjoying the fresh breeze pass his skin, and how the weather made his cheeks sting. He was comfortable, everything felt correct, until he thought of marking this spot in the journal curious as to why it was circled by trees.

   He moves to one of the trees, and sits against the bark. He opens a new page and starts to draw the rock. This was going perfect he thought until he started to feel tired. Guessing that sleep wanted to rule his body once more, he allowed it to and not later he was asleep underneath the shade of one of the trees circling the rock.

Well that is until he hears a familiar voice.

Hah! I was going to complete the entire thing before i enter it, but i thought “this would be such a great place to end the chapter” so I did. Dont worry I am already working on the next chapter i just wanted to give you, my fellow readers something to enjoy.

[yoursatanboyfriend]

Bill @ university: shit post version

Bill being in Fords class and everyone being too scared to ask questions because Bill shoots daggers every time they raise their hand

Them: I was gonna ask professor pines a question after class but that blonde guy stared at me until I left

"ah ford is such a good professor~ look they all like him~" and then like the tenth time someone "thank u professor~" he's like "ok you can shut the fuck up now"

Ford: -makes a bad science joke- Someone: -laughs loudly- Bill: okay it's not that fucking funny

Ford: what's wrong now Bill: nothing Ford: okay Bill: I just think it's really funny how Cindy thought u were so fucking funny today-

Classmates conspire like "idk call me crazy but I think professor pines and that blonde guy are sleeping together"

 *rumour goes around Bill and Ford are sleeping together* Bill: *the one who spread it*

Bill: wow ford, Idk why everyone thinks we're fucking :))))))) Ford: did u say something bill Bill: who? Me? What? No way :) Bill: it must be the way you look at me :)) you old pervert ;)) Bill: I guess it's just obvious...when people are in love...

Bill: oh no... :)... they must be so jealous Ford: why would they be jealous Bill: They're Jealous Ford

Ford: if this rumour spreads, I could get into trouble Bill: Dont worry no one will find out. also, let me blow you in your classroom where anyone can walk in. or your office.

Bill: lets fuck in this classroom Ford: please don't string this rumour along Bill: you bet Bill as he walks out: -musses his hair and undoes a couple buttons and winks at the class waiting outside-

Bill: -sprays himself with Ford’s cologne and walks past everyone- 

Bill: -wears Ford’s sweater to class- Ford: y Bill: oops....:) must of grabbed it by accident

*Rumour backfires and people think Bill actually sleeps with teachers for grades*

A professor in another class: -actually makes advances at Bill- Bill: um. Ew?

Professor: what's ur number Bill: -visibly texting- I don't have a phone

Another professor: * makes advances towards Bill* Ford: how dare you take advantage of a student Them: everyone's saying you fucked him too Ford: it's different

Bill: that professor is being rly creepy Ford: I'll pull you out of that class. And report him. And talk to him myself. Bill: that is the most romantic thing anyone's ever done for me 

Bill: don't I need the class Ford: you know who I always thought could teach it better? Me 

Ford: I'll talk to him Bill: wow ❤️ Ford is going to rough him up for me ✨❤️❤️ Ford, talking to him: I find your behaviour inappropriate, unprofessional and frankly - sir - appalling, if I may.

Bill: -is doing the homework without problem- Ford: -is looking at him- Bill: Ford: Bill: i mean, um- I need help, it's too hard ford I need your help- Ford: ❤️

Teacher who hit on Bill: Idk what the big deal is. Bill is clearly the promiscuous type Ford: first of all: how dare you. second of all: HOW DARE YOU-

Them: Bill was leading ME on- Ford: I'm getting you fired

Most of these by @ludwigbeilschmitten

[frankie23love-blog]

Being Alive

Being alive is hella overwhelming. You ever think about being alive and go holy shit like, how did I get here? Where am I exactly?

So many weird questions going through my head, but how can you blame me? Take a second to consider how crazy being alive is. It’s overwhelming. 

You know a question that depresses me...would you want to live forever? I feel like the obvious answer to that is yes! There’s endless things to learn and enjoy in life. So many cool people to talk to. So many things changing all the time.

I’m going to let my mind wander here because why not? You know how idiotic it is to care about what other people think about you? What a gigantic waste of time. Such a tiring exercise. Did I spell exercise right? I was about to double check, why? Who cares if I spelled it wrong. Oh wait, because I cared what people thought again. It’s like I can’t even help myself from caring what people think. People would think I’m stupid if I misspell a word? So what. Jesus man. If I was 85 years old, I’d be laughing at 99% of the stuff I worry about yet I do it anyways. Where’s the self-control? It’s like I know it’s stupid to care what they think, so why do I still care so many flying fucks!

Imagine worrying about karma. Like every time you say a bad word, you have to worry about what would happen back to you later. That sounds like torture. If your intent is playful, you can swear in my book. 

I’m happy I decided to write on here. I had to drag myself to get here, but it’s nice speaking freely. Not worrying if people are following your thoughts, if you are making sense, etc. 

Actually, now that I’m here, why the fuck aren’t people voting for Andrew Yang. He’s such the obvious pick. Winner take all systems are awesome for some things, but not everything. So much luck can contribute to somebody winning. People don’t appreciate the role of luck in our lives. It’s not something we like to admit because we like to think we’re in charge and in control. It can be a depressing thought thinking we’re not in control of anything. Or also liberating because in that case it’s hard not to then imagine that something else is in control. If something else is in control, I obviously trust it. Look how far our society as a whole has evolved. People are so much more loving, accepting, and friendlier than in the past. We’re moving so fucking quickly as a society. It’s crazy how much pressure I feel to have my whole life figured out right now. My degrees feel like a burden honestly. I don’t want a high paying job sitting inside all day looking at a computer. That sounds like hell. Don’t get me wrong, computers are sick and spending time on computers is definitely worth the time. But cmon, a few hours per day is enough. Sitting down staring at a computer for longer than that is too much. Our bodies aren’t designed for that. Anyways, Yang gets the balance between an economy that supports the middle class and rewarding excellent performance. So did Henry Ford, he made his first cars very cheap so everybody could afford them. You need a strong middle class to support the economy. Seems like Musk appreciates this concept too based on how cheap the first Teslas were. Buying a Tesla seems like a no-brainer. Way cheaper in fuel, depreciates way slower, and cmon do I really need to talk about the acceleration or oh wait, the self-driving part.

What else do I want to talk about? Hmmmm why the fuck do we spend 1 trillion dollars on the military? Holy shit. People ask how do we fund UBI, wellllll lets start there please. Dont tell me we need $1 trillion on the military. Spending money to make sure we’re well protected just in case, sure, I get it. Also, some cool tech has been developed through investments in the military. But please, not $1 trillion. Also, let’s stop telling people that we know better than they do on how to spend their money. Trust a homeless guy to spend a $1 on himself better than we do. Let’s not act like his parent and tell him how to spend his money. Fuck food stamps. Tell the person we trust them!!! Give them money and if they fuck up, give them money again and give them another chance to learn. Yes, that’s better than giving them food stamps. They’re not going to try to grow if we give them food stamps. Let them make their decisions and if they make good ones, they’ll grow and build more trust in themselves. Make decisions for them, and they wont have built any trust in themselves and they’ll stay stuck. It’s a scarcity trap. Think medical too right now. Imagine people who have medical, like me. I worry that once I get a high paying job, I’ll lose my medical. It doesn’t make sense, but I do. I guess it’s a lack of faith I’m showing in myself. It feels like I’m losing something as I take a step forward. I mean shit once I get a high paying job, I’d get health insurance with that, so what the fuck am I worrying about? 

What’s up about how expensive it is to raise a kid? That’s bullshit. Where they get you is with college. College is for people who know for sure what they want to do. And most people have little idea what they want to do for a career in college. At least I didn’t, although I pretended I did. I went with the most general major, Business, because I thought that would be broad enough that I could make it work. And cmon with the internet today, you can get an education for close to free. Sure, you miss the human connection, which is key. Why not study with other people then with similar passions? Find a few people who enjoy what you enjoy, learn through the internet. and then collaborate together to deepen your understanding? Also cmon, it’s not like our classrooms are that conducive to real learning anyways. Lets not bullshit ourselves. That’s all I’m trying to say. 

Oh, owning a car. Jesus, that sounds like such a bad investment. Like fuck we need it to get places, but fuck it loses its value quickly, breaks down, etc. Imagine living close enough to everything so that you could use an electric bike. Now we’re talking. They go 20-25 mph. Great exercise, fun to do, more cost effective, and is safer. Sure, there’s places you need to go that require a car. Carpool with friends, bart, even uber worse case, that should cover it. How much do I need to use a car really? Fuck me yeah I need it a little bit. I’ll figure it out though, it’s definitely the way to go.