*Littlefinger Appears*

Hello hufflepuff here💛

The Losers Club as Buzzfeed Unsolved Quotes

Mike: Yeah, I just kinda looked into places that would make me want to die and I think this checks that box.

Bill: It's a g-g-g-g-ghost butt!

Beverly: Hey, you demon fuck!

Ben: Hello spirits! We're here with good vibes. We ask you to let us film you and put you on Youtube

Eddie: No-one can see the top of your head except God

Stan: I don't want to be a ghost-hunter! This is all-bullshit!

Richie: DO YOU HEAR HOW COCKY I AM? WOULDN'T YOU LIKE ME TO JUST SHUT THE HELL UP?

bonus:

the adults of Derry: I'll tell you what. I love when serial killers have a fun little thing.

Georgie: I'm gonna haunt you... I'm gonna make creaks!

Pennywise: Hmmhmmhmm! The Devil, his Satanic Majesty! Hmmhmmhmm, That'll get them! Time to go murder again!

No, the Boltons are dead. What? Jon Snow came down from Castle Black with a wildling army and won the Battle of the Bastards. He’s King in the North now. You’re lying.

Wtf wtf wtf wtf

So, skip the film to 1:45:42 and Daddywise is covering his ears before the explosion. How cute is he? 😭🎈and no it’s not fake, I took these screen shots from the film itself. Don’t believe me? Go to yesmovies.to and type in “It 2017” and go to the timing.

@penny-hoe for noticing

| Long-Awaited Savior: Part Nine |

Holy mother dick, guys. I have been struggling to put this chapter together for the last 2ish weeks and just could not find the inspiration to finish it. It’s currently 5:00am. I have been up all night, and I finally found the inspiration. Fitting that my 600th post is a new chapter. Action, tension, pain, tenderness, a literary blueball ending… this chapter has it all. Cheers.

Check out previous chapters and the Masterlist

Characters: Negan (JDM) x female reader, Jovana (OC)

Word Count: 4,000 (If it was gonna be long as fuck, I was making it an even number)

Heads up: language, mild violence, verbal threats, teeny tiny hint of smut

Chapter Summary: After being caught by a man named Rick and his two companions, it’s up to Jovana to alert the Saviors before they catch her or decide to kill you.

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to slow your pounding heart as every muscle in your body tensed. You felt your machete being yanked from your hand and watched as it was tossed several feet away. The sound of their heavy breathing seemed to surround you as the man’s voice spoke again.

“You stay here with her and find out where she’s from. Daryl and I are going to chase the other one down. If she tries to run, you know what to do.”

The barrel of the gun was replaced with the cold edge of a blade against the side of your neck. As the two men ran off towards the buildings, you chanced a look down at your leg. Judging by the amount of blood saturating your pants, you had a feeling the internal sutures were torn as well as the surface ones. The excruciating pain wasn’t helped by the fact that you were still on your knees. You shifted ever so slightly to move your weight to your left leg and were met with added pressure from the blade.

“He said don’t move. I’d listen if I were you.”

You sighed deeply and contemplated your options. Remaining silent was one of them, though it most likely wouldn’t help your situation. Pleading for mercy was another, but the thought of that alone made you cringe. Your ears perked at the sound of another piercing whistle echoing through the air, and you could’ve sworn you heard distant shouting.

Where are the fucking Saviors?

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Has anyone else spent years cheering on Rick Grimes and his happy little crew of Walking Dead survivors??

And then Neagan showed up played by this gorgeous man:

And you were like:

And now Rick and the Gang are basically dead to you and you just want a show about Neagan??

Being Jax Teller’s Old Lady would include:

Author: Johannah

✦ Playing with his ‘SO-NS’ rings while you hold hands

✧ Calling him ‘Prince Charming’ to tease him

✦ Him checking you out when he thinks you aren’t looking

✧ (You’re always looking)

✦ Helping Gemma cook dinner for the club

✧ Him opening up to you when things get rough

✦ Waiting for him while he’s inside

✧ ‘I waited for you while you were in prison for fourteen months’ sex

✦ Morning sex

✧ Shower sex

✦ Quickies in the clubhouse

✧ Getting tattoos for each other

✦ Wearing his ‘Reaper Crew’ shirts

✧ Him thinking you look unbelievably sexy in his ‘Reaper Crew’ shirts

✦ Bum-pinching (Both you and him)

✧ You and Gemma being crazy close, and a force to be reckoned with

✦ Promising he’ll always protect you

✧ No guy ever being stupid enough to try and flirt with you

✦ Gemma sharing her secret family recipes with you

✧ Him picking you up from work on his Harley

✦ Him calling you his Queen

✧ Sharing cigarettes

✦ “How’d I get so damn lucky? I don’t know what I’d do without you, baby.”

Well now I just wanna see Goose put her hat on Ghost

Hehehe

“What’s this?” Simon asks, tipping your hat back. You swat his fingers away and push your brim back down.

“It’s nothing.”

“Didn’t look like nothing.” He raises a brow, staring you down, you can tell he’s smiling under his mask. 

“Shouldn’t you just be happy I’m not stealing your hat today?” You frown at him, swatting his hand away again when he reaches for your brim.

“I like when you steal my hat.” You really hate how many butterflies he conjures in you just saying that. 

“Only because you know you’ll get lucky later,” You gripe, letting him hook his fingers in your belt loops and tug you closer. 

“Maybe,” He says, “Maybe I just like seeing you wear it.”

More butterflies, you push at his face, cover his eyes so he doesn’t see you blush. It’s too early for him to be this smooth. What ever happened to him ignoring you where your dad could see?

“You don’t wanna see me with your claim?” Simon asks behind your hand.

“That’s different.” You tell him, it feels different at least. Feels less like a game and more like something… permanent. You wonder if he feels the same way about you stealing his hat these days.

“Doesn’t have to be.” Simon plucks your hat from your head, leaning down to let you swipe his.

You make an annoyed noise and grab his hat, watching him replace it with yours. It doesn’t really fit, but neither of you thought it would. You shove his hat onto your head and storm off to find a chore to do away from Simon’s too pleased smile.

He tips the brim of your hat down to check on the dark black he’d spotted against the chocolate felt. It’s his name. “Simon” spelled out in neat letters along the edge. He runs his thumb over the burnt felt, the brand you must’ve put on just for you, and now him, to see. That explains the attitude. You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.

Ah, he’s gonna have to reward you for this later.

Legs for days. (via cooltonedcutie)

S L Y T H E R I N “Or perhaps in Slytherin, you’ll make your real friends, these cunning folks use any means to achieve their ends.”  (listen)

G R Y F F I N D O R “You might belong in Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart, their daring, nerve, and chivalry, set Gryffindors apart;” (listen)

R A V E N C L A W "Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you’ve a ready mind, where those of wit and learning, will always find their kind;” (listen)

H U F F L E P U F F “You might belong in Hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal, those patient Hufflepuffs are true, and unafraid of toil;” (listen)

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