Um- BIG TIME RUSH IS BACK BITCHES!!

um- BIG TIME RUSH IS BACK BITCHES!!

me to anyone who says btr sucks-

OMG SAME!! i saw him in concert and my life will never be the same🤭

saw you were looking for country music recs, and thought id jump in too-

my qualifications: born in raised in the biggest yeehaw state (texas)

my first one, atm (which will probably sound badic nowadays), is definitely zach bryan. this is probably me speaking as a poetry nerd, but his lyrics are actually super profound, and it’s one of the main reasons i love him

TEXANS UNITE 🦅🫡🇺🇸💥

I LOVE ZACH BRYAN WITH MY HEART AND SOUL

i remember listening to him when he first released heading south and man’s had me in a chokehold ever since

i love this sm ❤️❤️

Monster 🌹

Description: During the Hydra takeover, the Winter Soldier becomes infatuated with a girl who makes him feel whole.

Pairings: Winter Soldier x Female!Reader

Word count: 4,238

This is an explicit fic. 18+ only.

Warnings: Hydra wins au, 18+ smut (sex, male and female orgasms), mentions of violence during Hydra takeover (non-graphic descriptions).

a/n: Set in the universe where Hydra wins. Fic inspired by Monster by EXO and the emotions it gives me. Highly recommend listening to it while reading to feel the vibe. Thanks to @offcast-plus1 for teaching me that kitten in Russian is kotenok. 🥰

The day that Hydra won, everything changed.

It was a swift takeover, political sites all over the world taken ambush by the overpowered Hydra forces. The world seemed to freeze, teetering on the edge of panic.

However, everyone’s attention turned to the Avengers. Surely, they would stop the world from being taken over?

But as it turned out, they weren’t the world’s heroes that day. Hydra threatened the assassination of millions of political figures and innocents if the Avenger’s didn’t hand themselves in.

Instead, they vanished. No one knew where they went, but as the shots rang out in each parliament house, the world lost their faith in the fallen mantle that was the Avengers.

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and he sings great balls of fire while me and my dad are dancing

i love rooster. you love rooster. i think we should get married it’s only right.

only if our first dance is to danger zone 💋💋

i am so in love with this series

LIBBY CHRIPS ARE SO CUTE (i love the one about quinn ripping jacks off 😭) i love that luke instigated that dog pile on her!!

a taste of the past | these michigan summers

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a/n: euchre still stumps me, hence why i've elected to not go into detail about the game.

SUMMER '18

Euchre was, as Libby knew it, a way of bringing out the worst of people.

The first round wasn't too bad—she, Sam, and Dorothea were still teaching the rules to Jim and Ellen as a true rite of passage into Midwestern life. But once they'd got the hang of things, everything promptly went downhill.

Currently, Libby was teamed up with Jim while Sam was with Ellen; it only seemed fair not to lump the two knowledgeable players together, not that they would've chosen to play together anyway. Dorothea merely watched from the side with an amused smile on her red-painted lips. She knew better than to join a game of euchre with her husband and granddaughter.

"Go alone," Libby said, staring at her deck of cards. Jim set his hand down.

The round went on, and Libby couldn't hide her smirk at her grandfather's growing frustration.

Libby dealt her last card. "You just got euchred!"

Sam cursed as Libby and Jim eagerly high-fived each other. Nothing was more humbling than getting euchred. He sighed then, his hand outstretched. "Looks like the student has become the master."

Libby shook his hand with a grin.

"I still have no idea how this game works," Ellen admitted.

"Play it enough times, and it'll come to you," Dorothea replied, looking up from her knitting needles. Her blue eyes twinkled with mischief; it was always there, it seemed. "Just maybe don't play with those two."

Sam and Libby's heads whipped around to stare at Dorothea with disbelieving offense marring their faces. They'd never looked more related than they did at that moment, expressions and mannerisms identical.

"Did she win?" Jack skated toward the curb.

"Hell yeah, I did!" Libby cheered.

"Great, now join us."

Libby glanced at the adults occupying the front porch. It was tempting to put on some skates and join the boys on the street, but she didn't want to leave them alone either. She enjoyed playing cards with them, even if they got too competitive—something they should've expected, considering the number of former athletes seated around the wooden table.

"Go ahead," Ellen encouraged. "How else are you gonna break those skates in?"

A grin danced across Libby's face before she went to kiss her grandfather's forehead. She hurried into the garage in search of the rollerblades Jim and Ellen had gifted her for her birthday. She didn't bother changing into them yet, knowing her skating skills were still subpar at best compared to the boys, and she would rather minimize any chances of injuring herself without the help of others beside her.

Instead, she lugged them over her shoulder and brought herself to the curb. She'd barely slipped her feet into the skates when a shadow cloaked her figure.

Libby tilted her chin up, meeting the greens of Quinn's eyes.

He didn't say anything as he knelt in front of her, setting his hockey stick and gloves aside. He gently tugged one of her legs toward him by her calf, and Libby gulped at the searing feeling it left when his hand moved down to her skates. His nimble fingers worked deftly to tie the laces together.

"Is that okay?" Quinn asked quietly after looping the ends into a bow.

Libby nodded, and he went to tie the other skate. He was all too aware of the eyes watching them, but he was even more conscious of the pair of blue ones in front of him, how they left his heart thrashing against his ribs, how they made it that much harder to breathe.

"I can feel you staring," he said, lifting his gaze.

"Would you rather I didn't?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.

Quinn didn't say anything for a moment before quietly admitting, "No."

Libby smirked before extending her hands out. "Help me up?"

He wasted no time helping her to her feet while collecting his stick and gloves. Quinn watched her skate toward his brothers without much trouble, and that was enough to tell him she had been practicing over the years if that time he saw her first skating was anything to go by. He supposed living in Michigan made it that much easier for Jack, Luke, and Alex to pester her into joining them so they would have even numbers.

They would never know about the skates hanging in her closet in Mississippi, though.

Luke handed Libby a spare hockey stick and a set of gloves, and she grabbed them. Already, without anything being said, they knew they would team up. It wasn't a game of hockey if Libby and Luke weren't paired up together.

The moment the puck dropped, it was as though all caution was thrown to the wind. Jack had pulled Libby back by her shirt to keep her from reaching the puck; she retaliated by giving a gentle tap to where the sun didn't shine with the knob of her stick. Luke had checked Quinn, allowing Libby to score. And at some point, Libby started chirping at Quinn and Jack.

"Yeah, and y'all are supposed to be good?" when she scored, sticking her tongue out.

"That's fuckin' sexist!" when Jack scored.

"Coward!" when Quinn avoided bumping into her.

"Shut the fuck up, I'm older!" when either Jack or Quinn would chirp back.

"Oh, do better," when their shot was blocked by Luke.

"Couldn't get your one brain cell to work?" when Jack tripped over himself, despite tripping over herself on numerous occasions.

"Oh, bet you wish I still had my braces, don't you?" when she dangled Quinn.

There was only so much backtalk either Jack or Quinn could take before they dropped their gloves and sticks to tackle Libby to the ground (though they were still careful enough to make sure she didn't hit her head on the way down).

"Oh, my God!" Jim shot out of his seat, and Sam's guffaws ripped through the air.

"Keep the injuries to a minimum," Dorothea said, scanning the cards in her hand. "We've got enough medical bills to pay."

Libby pretended like the comment didn't have her shoulders stiffening as she slithered her hand out from under the pile of boys to give her grandmother a thumbs up.

"LiLi pile!" Luke flopped on top of his brothers, and Libby groaned at the added weight.

"Cat got your tongue now, Sissy?"

sluttiest thing a man can do is lean on something