armouredmechanic:

[big green and angry] there were most definitely three of you

[big green and angry] but I have to ask, why a hot tub?

[nightlight] WHO!?

[nightlight] you don’t have enough hot tubs

armouredmechanic

[big green and angry] You flooded my bathroom while trying to construct a hot tub. All three of you were completely naked.

[text: nightlight] I remember trying to give you a new hot tub but THREE OF US?

//friendly reminder that I have a page of plots that i wanna try out and also Jen’s relationship page so yeah

"The monster never gets a happy ending."
(via hxwlett)
plotsforall:


Plot #14: The Neighbor’s Hot Tub

Muse A and Muse B sneak over to the neighbor’s (Muse C’s) yard and use their hot tub while they’re away on vacation. Young and in love, the adventurous couple fools around under the cover of the bubbling water. Caught up in their lust, neither of them realize that the neighbor has security cameras installed on the premises, and that everything they did while in the hot tub has been caught on tape. 
What will become of the unintentional sex tape?
Will the tape be used for blackmail and/or will it open the door for an affair between two of the neighbors?

plotsforall:

Plot #14: The Neighbor’s Hot Tub

Muse A and Muse B sneak over to the neighbor’s (Muse C’s) yard and use their hot tub while they’re away on vacation. Young and in love, the adventurous couple fools around under the cover of the bubbling water. Caught up in their lust, neither of them realize that the neighbor has security cameras installed on the premises, and that everything they did while in the hot tub has been caught on tape. 

What will become of the unintentional sex tape?

Will the tape be used for blackmail and/or will it open the door for an affair between two of the neighbors?

plotsforall:

Plot # 8: Mile High Club

Muse A and Muse B are on a flight to a far away island, for a destination wedding. Muse A is about to be married to Muse B’s best friend. The bride and groom-to-be are on separate flights, due to Muse A wanting to adhere to the tradition of not seeing the bride before the ceremony. Muse A is seated in first class with Muse B and her maid of honor; the maid of honor is fast asleep. The rest of the wedding party is flying coach. Muse A and Muse B stay awake for the majority of the flight’s duration, reflecting on shared memories, and flirting with an attraction that’s been buried for the sake of both of their relationships with the groom-to-be. Spurred on by liquid courage, Muse A propositions Muse B for a one time , get-it-out-of-our-systems fling several thousand feet in the air.  It’s their last chance to see what it’d be like to be lovers. Will Muse B take it? Will there be a wedding?

plotsforall:

Plot # 8: Mile High Club

Muse A and Muse B are on a flight to a far away island, for a destination wedding. Muse A is about to be married to Muse B’s best friend. The bride and groom-to-be are on separate flights, due to Muse A wanting to adhere to the tradition of not seeing the bride before the ceremony. Muse A is seated in first class with Muse B and her maid of honor; the maid of honor is fast asleep. The rest of the wedding party is flying coach. Muse A and Muse B stay awake for the majority of the flight’s duration, reflecting on shared memories, and flirting with an attraction that’s been buried for the sake of both of their relationships with the groom-to-be. Spurred on by liquid courage, Muse A propositions Muse B for a one time , get-it-out-of-our-systems fling several thousand feet in the air.  It’s their last chance to see what it’d be like to be lovers. Will Muse B take it? Will there be a wedding?

shootingstarlord:

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      “I’ve been to space and I still think Australian candy bar names sound ridiculous.”

"But delicious. Trust me. And some space things sound dumb too, I mean, you have heard Martians talk, right?"

Shelter From The Storm // CLOSED // thoseyoungmasters

thoseyoungmasters:

"I didnt. But Ken" He replied, walking back to the living room, tossing her a towel. "If you want some clothes, theres a bunch on the room down the hall." He said, jerking a thumb behind him. "Coffee?" He asked, walking to the kitchen.

Jen bunched her damp hair in the towel, squeezing the rainwater out as she followed him to the kitchen. “I’m okay for clothes, thanks,” she added, kicking her bag out of the way as she walked past. “Coffee would be great though.”

She accepted the steaming cup gratefully, wrapping cold fingers around the cup in search of warmth; she certainly wasn’t getting any from her host. “Look, if I’m intruding I can just-” The rest of her sentence was cut off by another roll of thunder and a rushing gale of wind that sent the back door slapping outwards on it’s hinges. “Woah!”

"Dear Mr. Deadpool. You have been a loyal and reliable customer although your tipping leaves something to be desired. We could not wake you from your slumber as we fled, but we have locked the doors. Hopefully that will keep you safe."

Safe? Safe from—