Love this photoshoot on so many levels.

Say Amen (Saturday Night) | Shawn Mendes Oneshot

A/N: Title is from a p!and song and doesn’t directly correlate but I listened to it a lot while writing this.

Summary: Shawn is your younger brother’s tutor. He’s got a reputation with the ladies and despite your attraction to him, you try to stay away. Try to.

Word Count: 3k

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You open the front door expecting your best friend Katie to have arrived early but instead you find Shawn. Ugh. Shawn. The neighbors son, your classmate, the most conceited piece of work on this side of town. He could land any girl and he knew it. He was a silver tongued snake and you had to put up with him in your house three days a week because he was your little brother’s “big brother” for his schools study program.

“Oh, it’s you,” you roll your eyes. You pretend not to notice how curly and perfect his hair is, as if he had just gotten out of the shower. “Max is in the dining room.”

“Good, I wanna ask you something.”

“What?”

Shawn licks his lower lip and smirks as he steps into the entryway. “I wanna know if you’re free this Saturday?”

“Nope,” you say quickly and with a grin. “I’m all booked up. Actually, I’m completely booked every weekend for the rest my life. Funny that.”

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people: omg how are you single????

me *internally*: because i have deeply rooted emotional issues and a debilitating fear that im not good enough for anything

me: guess I just haven’t caught my fiSH yet! haha reel one in for me if you find one, sharon!!

Reblog if you think sign language should be taught as a language in schools.

The cover for KINGDOM OF ASH is here! The Throne of Glass series by Sarah J. Maas concludes on October 23rd–are you ready?

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Theeere it is

I don’t think I am ever going to be over this

disney movies about normal girls dating celebrities is the reason why i’m literally convinced i’m gonna spend the rest of my life with a celebrity

the creators of camp rock and starstruck are either gonna have to pay me reparations or they’ll be invited to my wedding. we’ll see!

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My town couldn’t have fireworks because we’re in a drought :)

Loki's age is 1048 years old

According to the captions of the first Thor movie, the battle between the Jotuns and Asgardians take place in Norway, 965 AD. Around this time, Loki was born.

In Thor 2 the life expectancy was stated to be around 5,000. The average human life in developed countries from what I’ve gathered is approximately 82.

Therefore, in human years Loki is somewhere around 17. 

#are you telling me loki is just going through his rebellious teenage emo stage

Plot: She was an ordinary girl with a not so ordinary crush, and he was a not so ordinary guy with an ordinary wish

Note: got inspired and the chapter flowed right out so I decided to update this first. I’ll post some imagines tomorrow and LMOM IV on Sunday or Monday. Remember if you have a request for an imagine or a ship send me an ask or a message and I’ll get to it. Without further a do, enjoy the chapter.

Freaking out. Y/N was freaking out. Well kind of.

The Stark Gala was only a day away, and Y/N still had no idea what she would do with her hair, how she would do her makeup or what she would be wearing. Sure she had pretty good salary and could easily afford a nice dress, and she usually had a pretty good sense of style, but there was something about the whole ordeal that just had her on a blank.

Plus it didn’t help that Dina and Anna were not shutting up about it. For the last week and a half she had to endure them going on and on about how excited they were for the event.

She could at this point imagine the frilly green dress Dina would be wearing without ever having seen it, and had just about had it with listening to Anna brag about the ballroom lessons she had taken up for the party.

It was the end of the day now at the office and Y/N had gone to get her stuff which she kept at the locker the floor provided for its workers. She was sure she was the only one left. Everyone had left early, but she had to stay behind to finish some requests the team members had asked for in terms of their scheduling tomorrow.

Just as she was about to leave she remembered she had left the invitation at her desk and went back to retrieve it, but as she walked back into the room she was met with a sight she wasn’t expecting.

Stood before her were Anna and Dina, who wore scowls on their face while they looked at Y/N as if she was a piece of trash. But what really took Y/N by surprise was the sight of her floor supervisor standing in between them.

Mrs.Trumain was the lady who was in charge of overlooking all workers on the floor Y/N worked on. No one really ever saw her, but people knew that it was wrong to cross her. She was very strict and almost robot like, she never showed emotion and it’s said that when she does it’s only to show the evilness that resides in her.

But for some strange reason, Mrs.Trumain had a soft spot for Anna and Dina, and it was probably due to them being the floor snitches who were there at Mrs.Trumain’s every beck and call.

“Ah, Ms.Y/L/N, so glad you could join us. There was a matter we wished to take up with you.” Mrs.Trumain spoke up in a monotonous voice.

Y/N approached the trio warily, “And what would that matter be Mrs.Trumain?”

It was then that she pulled her hands from behind her back, and in one of them, held in a tight grip, was the ivory colored envelope she was coming to retrieve. “It was brought to my attention by Ms.Trullock that this envelope was stolen from her desk by you.” Mrs.Trumian explained.

Y/N turned to look at Dina, who was smirking back at her. She then turned back to look at Mrs.Trumain, standing up straighter and taking in air before answering. “I believe their must be some confusion Mrs.Trumain, that letter is mine and if you look inside you can clearly see it was addressed to me. I have no need for stealing peoples letters, especially not Ms.Trullocks, who works on the other side of the floor and whose desk I’ve never really seen before.” It wasn’t a lie, she had never once been by Dina’s desk, preferring to stay as far as possible from her raven haired co-worker as she could.

Mrs.Trumain only continued looking at Y/N, and instead of replying she opened the envelope and took out the letter, her eyes scanning its contents.

“It appears Ms.Y/L/N is telling the truth. The letter is in fact hers.” Y/N let out a breath of air she didn’t know she was holding. “But I am afraid, I can’t give it back to you. I, Ms.Y/L/N, am forbidding you from going to that party.” With that Mrs.Trumain made her way towards the shredder.

Y/N then realized what her intentions were, she surged forwards with the intention of stopping her, but it was already to late, the letter had gone through the shredder. “No!” Y/N let out with a strangled voice.

Y/N was shocked. She couldn’t believe that just happened. She turned to look back at her snickering co-workers and at her supervisor with tears in her eyes. She was in this moment feeling something she never wanted to feel again. Defeat. She felt defeated.

“What did I ever do to you?” She asked in a soft tone.

Mrs.Trumain shrugged. “Oh you dear did nothing. But I owed a favor to Ms. Trullock and Ms.Townes, who asked I made sure you did not attend tomorrow’s event. Its nothing personal dear.” And with that Mrs.Trumain left the room, Dina and Anna right behind her.

Y/N just stood there in the badly lit room. She slowly let herself sink to the ground, her emotions getting the best of her. She felt pathetic. Crying over some stupid letter for a stupid event she had waited four years to get invited to. And then her co-workers and supervisor took that privilege away from her in seconds, and all because they didn’t want her going.

She didn’t know what she ever did to deserve this sort of thing, she was a nice girl, who wouldn’t even dare to hurt a fly. But it’s always the good people that get torn down.

Unbeknownst to her at that moment, there was still a shimmer of hope, all due to a little spider having witnessed the whole thing.

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Peter raced down the halls towards the Avengers common area. It wasn’t late yet at all, so he knew he would be able to find someone there, wether it be eating dinner or just watching TV. As he raced into the room he could see some people huddled on the kitchen island, talking over something over cups of coffee and tea. Upon closer inspection he saw it was Wanda, Natasha and Clint, who had come up for the weekend to visit the team.

They all turned to the entrance of the room when they heard Peters heavy footsteps and pants, giving him incredulous looks when he stood before them, bent over and panting.

“Peter, what’s wrong?” It was Wanda who had asked the question.

“Just give….me….a sec” he told them while he regained his breath. When he had done so, he stood straighter and turned to his older team members. “Y/N….Y/N is in trouble.”

“Who’s Y/N?” Clint asked.

“That nice girl that takes care of the teams business. Remember we met her once, back at the tower, little shy thing who almost combusted when Thor said hi to her.”

Realization dawned on Clint’s face, “right, Y/H/C hair, big Y/E/C eyes, wears lots of cardigans and those Harry Potter lookalike glasses.”

Natasha nodded, “Yeah, that’s the one.” She then turned to look back at Peter, “why do you say she’s in trouble Peter? Did something happen? Is she hurt?”

Peter thought about it a little before determining on what was the best way of explaining it. “Ok so I was walking down by the floor she works on because it’s a short cut I use to get to the gym right. So as I was going past I saw that Y/N was there with these other three ladies right, one of them looked down right mean though, I think it was her boss or something. Ok, back to the point. So they were talking about Mr.Starks party tomorrow and how Y/N had supposedly stolen an invite, which was untrue because in the end it was hers, but then the mean looking lady shredded the letter and told Y/N that she was not letting her go to the party because the other two ladies asked her to tell Y/N not to.” Peter explained in one breath

“What?”

“And to answer your other questions, well that happened, and she is hurt, only I think it’s more of an emotional hurt than a physical hurt….if you get what I mean.”

“And did you talk to her about it?” Wanda asked.

“Uuuh…no. I didn’t know what to do so I came to to find someone to help me. I’m usually awkward around girls….so…”

Clint turned to look at Peter, “And is she still here?”

Before Peter could answer him, Natasha spoke up. “FRIDAY, is Ms.Y/N Y/L/N still in the building?”

“Yes, Ms.Romanoff. She is about the leave though. Would you wish for me to give her a message?”

“Yes please FRIDAY, tell her to come down to the common area.” Natasha replied.

After about five minutes Y/N walked in through the same way Peter had just earlier. She wasn’t crying anymore but the four Avengers could still see clear tear marks down her face and her eyes looked puffier than what they normally did.

Much like you, none of them had actually met you on a personal level, except for Peter, they had seen you around and knew who you were from the work you did for them, but other than your name they knew nothing about you.

Y/N looked at them with a curious gaze, “Um…FRIDAY told me you requested my presence.”

Wanda nodded and motioned for her to join them, “Yes, why don’t you join use for a cup of tea.”

Y/N only nodded and walked towards the kitchen Island. She sat down a stool down from Natasha and decided to keep her gaze on her hands while Wanda made her a cup.

“You know, it’s strange you’ve been working for us all these years yet we’ve never really met.” Y/N looked up to meet the eyes of Natasha.

“Well, I usually spend all my day at my desk working, and I hate invading people’s spaces, so I keep to myself.”

“Yea but still, we should’ve come down to thank you or something. I mean I don’t work here anymore but I know you’ve been here for the team since practically the beginning.” Clint added.

Y/N felt her mood slightly pick up at that. They acknowledged her, and that’s more than she could’ve ever asked for. “Well I’m glad you and the team and content with my work.”

A cup of tea was then placed before her, and she turned to look at Wanda, “We are more than content. You basically save our asses all the time.” She explained, her sokovian accent slipping through each word, “which is why we want to know why you’re upset.”

Y/N knew she couldn’t lie and say she was fine,they would see right through her instantly and she was pretty sure her puffy eyes had already given her away. But what she could do was bend the truth a little, “My uh, my grandmother passed away and is having her Will read tomorrow, so I’m emotional.”

“Yeah, no. We know what actually happened, so cut the lies. Kid her told us. He saw everything.” Clint remarked.

Y/N turned to look at Peter who only gave her a sheepish smile and a wave.

“Look, I’m alright. It was just a stupid letter for a stupid party. There’s always next year.”

“Sure Starks parties are stupid, but that doesn’t mean that what was done to you is okay. Look we can’t really do anything right now since it’s the weekend and we have to talk things up with Tony before anything happens, but do know they won’t get away with it.” Natasha reassured.

“I don’t want anyone to lose their jobs because of me.”

Natasha sighed and placed her hand over Y/N’s, “No one will lose their jobs because of you, they’ll lose them because of what They did. The blame is not on you. You’re the victim here.”

“You’re too nice for you’re own good Y/N,” it was the first time Peter spoke up since she had arrived. “Don’t take this the wrong way but, you need to sometimes be selfish and think of yourself first.”

“Look, it’s been a long day and we’ll have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. Do you have anyplace to be tonight?” Wanda asked.

“No.”

“Any pets?”

Y/N shook her head.

“Great,” the sokovian clapped her hands. “You can stay here then. We have more than enough rooms, and if you’re worried about being a burden, which I know you are, don’t worry. Most of the team is gone and is already at the tower. It’s only us, Bruce and Clint’s family here.”

“Yeah, stay here and we can get ready for tomorrow together. Think of it as a favor from us to you, for everything you’ve done for us.” Natasha added.

You looked between both woman before answering, “But I don’t have an invite, I won’t be able to go tomorrow.”

“Oh sweetie, you’ll be arriving with some of The Avengers. They won’t say no to you entering, especially if it’s with us. Plus we’ll get their earlier so it won’t be a problem.”

“I-I- but I don’t have anything to wear or…or for make up.”

“You leave that to us.” Wanda reassured.

“So does that make you my fairy godmothers or something?”

Natasha and Wanda looked at one another before looking back at you, “Yes, I guess it does.” Natasha replied.

“So if you’re the godmothers…can I be the wise mouse who motivates her?”

Everyone turned to look at the youngest avenger, confusion and amusement laced on their features.

“Pretty sure you’re thinking of the wrong mouse buddy, but sure kid, you can be the mouse.” Assured Clint.

“Awesome”

All that was left was for Y/N to show up in a pumpkin carriage, but despite all the crazy things she’s seen, there were some things that couldn’t happen. But hey, they had Tony’s bright orange Lamborghini, so, not all hope was lost.

Part 3??

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fuck yes, four fairy godmothers? I LOVE. Peter is such a cutie and he’s right, Reader needs to learn how to be more selfish! Can’t wait for the next part! so exciteee

Me @ you rn

WANTED: A CUTE BOY WITH MESSY HAIR WHO IS TALL AND SMELLS NICE AND ENJOYS CUDDLES, WHO WILL TAKE ME TO AQUARIUMS AND POINT TO THE UGLIEST FISH THEY CAN SEE AND SAY “THAT ONE IS YOU” BUT WHO WILL ALSO TAKE ME TO PLANETARIUMS AND TELL ME THAT I AM PRETTIER THAN ALL OF THE STARS IN THE SKY.

i hate his face i hate his chest tattoo peeking out i hate his hair and i especially hate how low his voice is here i hate i hate i hate

I’m excuse me why does his voice sound so deep that isn’t allowed

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