Anthony Mackie Gives A Shoutout To Sebastian Stan At The Golden Globes

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They just had the most bodacious thought

I’m about to start watching Haikyuu for the first time. Need to decide who the hot guy is so I can properly obsess over the show.

keishin finally (finally) gets you into bed with him—well, onto couch with him, in his little one-room apartment in the back of sakanoshita mart—and he thinks all his prayers have finally been answered. thinks he's found some sort of cosmic apology for every misfortune he's ever suffered in how soft your lips are against his and how sweet you taste.

he knows he doesn't deserve this; that he hasn't done anything in his unremarkable life to merit how good you feel underneath his hands, or how dizzying those little noises you're making when he touches you are. but, against all odds, you're really here, you really want him, and he's determined not to fuck this up.

"keishin."

every time you say his name he feels like he's hearing it for the first time. like he's being blessed by it. it takes him a moment to process the way you've called for his attention as he suckles a little bruise against your throat, using every modicum of will he has left in him to pull away and meet your gaze.

you look so good underneath him on his ugly, ancient couch that it makes him ache. your lips glossy and swollen, your eyes heavy-lidded and yearning. you reach up and touch his cheek, and he can't tell if your hand is cool or his face is burning.

"do you have a condom?"

and all at once keishin comes crashing—violently, disastrously, crushingly—back to earth.

he blinks at you, wide-eyed, in the wake of your question. you seem to understand his answer even though he can't bring himself to say it.

"are there any in the shop?" you ask him, optimistic and gentle, with an encouraging smile.

keishin perks up—visibly brightening at your moment of genius—but as quickly as the hope uplifts him, he's deflating again. he pinches his bottom lip between his teeth.

"we're out right now," he murmurs sheepishly, suddenly unable to meet your gaze.

he only keeps a couple of boxes of condoms behind the counter at a time, since so few people ever come in asking for them. last week takinoue had showed up half-hammered two hours after closing, and banged on the shop door until keishin grumpily answered it. his drunk friend went on to explain that he'd gone out drinking with his colleague from work and she'd invited him home with her, but he desperately needed condoms. keishin chucked the last box at his stupid face, and yusuke swore up and down their next night out drinking would be his treat before skittering off into the night again with a grin from ear to ear.

he was going to kill yusuke with his bare hands the next time he saw him.

"keishin, it's okay," you say with a light laugh at the positively crestfallen look on his face. "we don't have to—"

"no!" keishin interrupts you before you can say the words he just cant bear to hear. not right now. not from you.

even if you promise him that this could happen again another time—that you don't have to go all the way tonight, that there will be other opportunities—he has no way of knowing if that's true. no way of guaranteeing it.

he's got a taste for you now. he knows what you sound like. he knows how you feel.

and he refuses to let this opportunity pass him by.

keishin pulls himself upright so quickly from where he'd been hovering overtop of you on his lumpy sofa that he almost gives himself whiplash. he stumbles up to his feet, brushing his bleached hair back from his eyes—he's not sure where or when he'd lost his hairband, but the strands are hanging freely now and falling into his gaze. he grabs his jacket from the floor where he'd hastily shucked it when the two of you stumbled through the door in the throes of passion.

"I'm just gonna run to shimada mart!" he says to you as he stuffs his arms ungracefully into the sleeves of his jacket, his words so frantic they're almost bleeding together. "it's only about 10 minutes away, if you just wait right here—"

"keishin."

"shouldn't be longer than 25 minutes! 20, even! i might even be able to get macchan to drive me back if—"

"keishin, wait."

your laughter makes him stop dead in his tracks, halfway to the door. he's only got one slide on his foot, the other still sock-clad, and in his haste he realizes he'd grabbed his television remote instead of his cellphone to shove into his coat pocket.

you've caught him by the sleeve of his jacket, holding the material pinched between your thumb and forefinger as you stare up at him from the sofa with the sweetest smile on your face. he's frozen as he peers down at you, his lips parted, his dick still half-hard in his jeans.

"don't go," you say to him, tugging him back towards you by your grip on his cuff. he moves easily, gravitating back into your orbit in spite of how gentle the actual pull had been.

"b-but,"—keishin casts a forlorn glance back in the direction of his apartment door—"what about the condoms?"

his voice cracks a little on the question and he has genuinely never wished so ardently for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

you release his sleeve in favour of twining your fingers with his now that he's near to you again, your soft hand slipping easily into his own. that same dull ache in the pit of his core (and between his legs) throbs again as you blink up at him.

"i've been trying to tell you," you begin, a bit exasperated but not without its own fondness. you hesitate a little, looking away shyly before adding, "we don't... need one."

keishin thinks he might die.

really, genuinely die.

he wonders if maybe this is what the old man felt like when he almost keeled over from that heart attack last year, because keishin's pulse is pounding so violently in his head he feels like his vision is going a bit spotty around the edges—like when you stand up too fast after a night of drinking.

he's brought back to the moment as your hand squeezes his own—a gentle, questioning gesture.

your lashes flutter as you blink up at him, your head tilting slightly to the side. you smile a little at the dumbfounded look on his face.

"...if that's okay with you?"

(keishin pays for takinoue's drinks for the next six months, but never explains why.)

Bucky Barnes incorrect quotes P.1

————————————————— Bucky: Y/n... 

Y/n: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are disappointed. Alas, I must further disappoint you by affirming how little I give a fuck.  —————————————————

Y/n: Why did you guys dress up as each other for Halloween?  Sam: Bucky is the scariest thing I could think of! 

Bucky: Sam told me I should pick the dumbest costume possible

————————————————— John: Do you guys hear something?  Y/n: I hear the sound of you shutting the fuck up.

Bucky & Sam: Burn

—————————————————While the Avengers is in a battle* 

Bucky, trying to warn about the location of an enemy: To the left! 

Y/n: Take it back now y'all! 

————————————————— Sam: *cooking* 

Y/n: *kicks down door* 

Y/n: *grabs knife from Sam's hand* 

Y/n: WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR? 

Sam: 

Sam: What. 

Bucky: They're trying to tell you they want to cook.

————————————————— Y/n: I think it’s time I get my life in order. 

Bucky, narrating: But they did not get their life in order. In fact, they got drunk last night and fought a raccoon.

Rocket in the background: And I won.

Y/n: you fucking liar.

—————————————————

Bucky, holding an antique bottle: Is this whiskey or perfume?  Y/n: *grabs and chugs the entire bottle* 

Y/n: 

Y/n: It's perfume

—————————————————

Y/n: If I didn't know better, Bucky, I'd say you were scared.  Bucky: Heh, scared? 

*absolute silence* 

Bucky: DID YOU HEAR THAT?!  —————————————————

John: Can you be quiet?! I'm trying to think. 

Bucky: Don't worry. Doing anything for the first time is difficult —————————————————

Sam: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon? 

Bucky: We're chopsticks!  Sam: Well... that's cute! 

Sam: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly?  Y/n: No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

————————————————— Bucky: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait. 

Y/n: You and me! 

Bucky: *tearing up* Ok.

It’s a scream, baby

Summary: Dean and you discuss what the best Horror film is

Word count: 0.5k

A/n: In your opinion, what’s the best slasher movie?

A/a/n: Y’all please ignore the graphics on this one, I literally didn’t sleep at all last night because I was finishing a book. So please just ignore it. Thank you!

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“No,no,no,no,no.” You quickly spoke, the bucket of popcorn jumbling around in your lap. “Carrie, only killed everyone because she was made fun of on the best day of her life. If she weren’t then everyone would still be alive.”

“But that doesn’t make her movie the best horror film.” Dean accused, mouth filled with half eaten popcorn as he did so. 

You rolled you eyes, “I never said Carrie was the best horror film, I was just trying to make a valid point.”

“And it was a valid point, but that still doesn’t answer the main question.”

“Does it really matter?” Sam asked, trying his hardest to focus on the slasher film both you and Dean forced him to watch. 

“Yes.” You both said in unison.

Facing you again, Dean began to make his own point. “Friday the 13th, is by far the best horror film.” He told you grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bucket before popping it in his mouth. “Because it has all the right things a good slasher would need, a great backstory, a power hungry killer and most importantly tits.”

“Ok, one,” you began, holding up a single digit. “The first movie sucked, the second was the best of the franchise. Two, Jason was not power hungry, he was a man with severe mommy issues. And, three, all 70’s to early 90’s slasher has a girl showing her tits.”

“Not all of them.” Dean muttered. 

“And besides, all the girls that ended up flashing the camera were dead by the end. That’s Scream, 101. Which I think is the best slasher.”

Dean let out a chuckle, “And why would Scream be better that Friday the 13th?”

“The Ghostfacers are hot.” You told him bluntly, taking a quick sip of your beer. 

“They’re hot?” He said, almost as to see if he was hearing you right. “That’s why you think it’s the best horror film.”

“Yes.”

Dean looked over at his brother, trying to see if he was agreeing with you or not. Even though Sam had stopped listening to either of you a good couple of minutes ago. Glancing back over at you again, he squinted his eyes ever so slightly. “What other slashers do you find hot?”

You looked up at the ceiling, hand coming up in front of you as you began to start counting on your fingers. “The ghostfacers, with or without the masks, Micheal Myers, Jason, that Tiffany girl-“

“Tiffany is a doll.” Dean stated.

“And?” You then continued. “That dude from fear street, that had the potato sack over his head, he was really hot then. And, the guy from the black phone.”

Dean furrowed his eyebrows, “I thought the guy from Black Phone was gay.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Y/n, he kidnapped little boys and watched them while they slept. He isn’t just gay, he is also a pedophile.” He told you, pointing an accusing hand over at the TV as if it were the moving playing. 

“Ok, so, he might be gay. Big deal. But, Ethan Hawke had some great tits in that movie.”

Dean gave you a funny look, “Why were you staring at his tits?”

“The same reason you do, Dean.” You told him placing a couple pieces of buttered popcorn on you tounge. “The same exact reason you do.”

the lost boys but it’s just david bullying star exactly how peter bullies meg in family guy

It's a lil weird but...... David and Dwayne having a flex off? If that makes sense to you.

I have a Head cannon that they occasionally have to prove who is stronger.

Sorry if that's weird!

They do it randomly for fun sometimes if it turns into an actual fight for dominance flexing can quickly turn to wrestling and fighting. Which just snow balls further.

Instigators one and two will egg this behavior on.

for @pinkumiilku, hope you enjoy!

kawaii sanji pixels

requests are open!

please keep in mind I have never watched one piece, so sorry if this is inaccurate!