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Vanilla Rules || Ch 4


Genre: Badboy! au, romance, drama, angst

Word count: 2.6k


The hate saga between you and baddie of the town Park Jimin rests on two very simple rules: 1.) Hate each other for the rest of your lives and 2.)under no circumstances fall in love with each other. But what happens when the possibility of love threatens this dynamic?

A/N: Here is Ch4!! I hope you guys enjoy reading it!! Thank you so much for all the love and support you have shown this fic!! ❤️

Ch 1 || Ch 2 || Ch 3 || Ch 4

Originally posted by raxacoricofallapatoriusx

The next day you found yourself to be the subject of almost every conversation that you were absentmindedly paying attention to. Curious eyes followed every movement throughout the day. Although you were very annoyed at how things were going, there was one thing to be thankful for: Jimin’s absence. He was nowhere to be seen, and your heart felt relieved beyond words could express. You weren’t sure whether the circulating rumours had made their way to him or not, but you doubted he would care.

Devil might have been listening to you because just then you bumped into none other than the man in question himself. Glaring at him, you tried to sidestep but he blocked your way by sliding in your way. You tried the same on your right but he did the same again. He was smirking down at you as usual and for a brief moment you wondered whether he could ever express himself any differently.

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You Never Know

Originally posted by silversunsandgoldenmoons

I write stories out by hand but the moment I type them out (because I love making more work for myself), they go in a completely different direction then what I originally wrote.

Part 5

Part 1 2 3 4 

| Steve Harrington x Reader |


‘please please please continue with You never know, i love ittt !!’

You had missed your first period and partly your second. You had walked over three miles to school; you had taken a significant amount of time as you could with every step. You needed to think about what had happened between you and Steve. How you hated yourself on the way you reacted towards him. You didn’t understand why you had run. It kept replaying in your head, everytime you shut your eyes to shake the thought of it; his sweet yet disappointed face was so vivid.

You dragged your feet when you entered the halls. Class was still in session for a good five more minutes; giving you a little bit more time to hate yourself. You let out a heavy sigh, resting your head against your locker. You couldn’t face Steve. You embarrassed more than yourself: he must have felt humiliated. You’ve had done enough damage for the day and it wasn’t even lunchtime. You were deep in your thoughts, you missed the bell ringing, that when you felt a hand being placed on your shoulder you had let out a shriek.

Your heart began racing, your heart in your throat; worrying that it was Steve and him wanting to talk about the incident. When you turned to face them, you let out a huge sigh of relief to see it was only Nancy and Jonathan before you. “Oh, thank God.” You murmured, placing a hand over your heart to calm it back down.

“Y/N, where have you been?” Nancy questioned, “You missed history and Spanish.” You shut your eyes, shaking your head a little. You let out a small laugh, turning to your locker to open it.

“About that,” You let out, grabbing your anatomy textbook, “I woke up late. My dad had already left for work so I had to walk.”

“Walk?” Jonathan asked, scratching his cheek as he was baffled at your statement, “Your house is six miles away from school.” You rubbed your nosed, trying to cover up the fact that you were nervous to tell them the truth.

“Do you think that coach will let me sit out during PE?” You played. You felt the slightest tug on the sweater you were wearing: Steve’s sweater. You didn’t turn around. Your nerves came back as your body had stiffened at the touch.

“This isn’t your sweater,” Nancy noted. She rubbed more of the sweater between her fingers.

“Good eyes, Nancy Drew,” You interjected, trying to play coy but would she buy it?

“It’s Steve’s.” She didn’t. You hid your head in your locker like an ostrich hiding their head in the dirt for when they nest.

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Master List

I finally got my shit together and made a master list. Characters are bolded, series and titles are in italics, summaries are in regular type. (If the fic isn’t a series the link is the title)


Questionable Intentions

Reader is big into mythology and knows Thor from New Mexico, moves to New York to meet up with him and gets introduced to Loki. Realizes she has feelings for him and isn’t sure his he shares the same feelings. (.5 parts are in Loki’s POV)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 2.5

Part 3

Part 3.5

Part 4

Part 4.5

Part 5

Part 5.5

Part 6

Part 6.5

Part 7

Part 7.5

Part 8

Part 8.5

Long Live the King

Request: @winterrsschild   Could you, please do a Loki x reader based on the prompt “if the world isn’t ready for us, we’ll just destroy it”? Preferably set in the first Avengers? I would love to see what your writing can do with this, I love your work!

Young God

Based on the song by Halsey takes place during the events of the first Thor movie, reader is in love with Loki but arranged to marry Thor.

Can’t Buy Me Love

Request: @firewolfkelly For the drabbles maybe an AU type thing where reader is working at a car show and Loki keeps coming back to buy tickets or something so he can talk to her because he likes her. Xx

The List

Reader has a list of things she doesn’t like about herself and Loki finds it while she’s away.

Part 1

Part 2

15 Day Writing Challenge

Reader takes it upon herself to introduce Loki to Midgardian fall traditions such as pumpkin spice and apple picking.

Pumpkin Spice

Falling Leaves

Hot Cocoa


Pumpkin patch/field


Leaf Pile





Harvest/yellow moon


Candy/Candy corn

Apple cider

Don’t Mess with Me

Request: hi, can you write a Loki fic on Mischief Night? I just think it would be really cool to see him pulling pranks in the Avenger’s tower, maybe even as part of a prank war with somebody (not an Avenger) who works there. Its cool if you cant or don’t want to, it’s just an idea I got with Halloween coming up @couldbeloved

As You Wish

Request: Can I request a reader x Loki where the reader hasn’t been sleeping well worrying about the Avengers who have been on a mission. And Loki, (who doesn’t go on missions) notices and get’s her to watch a movie with him in which she falls asleep on his shoulder? Thanks! I love your work!


Not My Choice

Request: Please 2,44 and 88! Choose whatever you prefer! But please… m/m not m/f!

Prompts: 2.“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” 44.”You need to see a doctor.” 88. “STOP INTERRUPTING ME”

Ink and Grease

Soulmate AU where writing and other things like dirt and bruises and such show up on your soulmates skin too.

Carry On

Based on the song Carry On by fun. Tony recounts his best memories the person that means the most to him.

Part 1

Part 2


Your Mess is Mine

Bruce goes to one of the reader’s therapy sessions to help them calm down, what happens next surprises the both of them.

Sticks and Stones

Request: Hi! I just discovered your blog, and I LOVE your work! I was wondering if I could request a fic where the reader is in an abusive relationship and Bruce who has secretly loved her discovers it and helps her out of it? Thank you!

Part 1

Part 2

Give It A Rest

Request: Hi! Congrats on 500!! For the prompt list, could you do 15, 21, and 22? (M/F, preferably) Thank you and congrats again!

Prompts: 21. “I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”  22. “Did you just hiss at me?”

Challenge Accepted

Request: Could you do a Bruce x Reader fanfic with the prompt “you’re a doctor, and my friend has been trying to get me a date for weeks she just fake fainted to get you over here she’s fine I promise” love your blog btw :))


Based on the song by Halsey, reader sticks by Bruce’s side even though he thinks he’s a monster.

Blacks and Blues

Same AU as Ink and Grease only this time reader is paired up with Bruce which means some mornings she wakes up covered in bruises.

Part 1

Part 2


Short Stuff

Request: @milleniumxhan Heyyyyy!!!! Could you do a Thor x reader where you’re really short (okay me like I’m 5'1) and like he finds it hella adorable and the when the other Avengers tease you he gets all defensive and yeah. Thanks <3

Peter Parker

The Language of Love

Peter confesses his love for the reader… in Spanish…

Wade Wilson


Based on the Katy Perry song, reader tells Wade how much she loves him and convinces him to let her see his face

Voices In My Head

Reader tells Wade about her anxiety after he finds her in the midst of an anxiety attack.

Don’t Let Me Get Me

Based on the Pink! song, Wade finds reader cutting herself.

(Let me know if I’m missing anything. Updated 11/17/2017)

Then Again, P13  Peter Parker x Reader

Author’s Note:

Hello, everyone! I know I said this chapter was going to be super short, but I had a chance to write for a whole hour this week (a miracle!) so it turned out longer than I originally thought :) It’s pretty consistent with the usual word count now. On that note, huge thank you to @girl-tips-from-satan for listening to me ramble and helping me enormously with this chapter. 

Also, I tipped 300 followers! That’s insane. If you guys ever want to talk about anything, feel free to send me a message! I would love to get to know you guys better. 💞💞💞 (Plus, if you guys have any questions about this fic, ask away! I’ll answer anything I can without spoiling too much 😉)

Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12

Without further ado,

Then Again, Part 13:

(Words: 1,483)

He came back?

A hard crash in the bathroom slaps me awake. The consequent groan confirms it’s Peter who’s likely just tripped over his own feet. My eyes snap open on impact and my heart leaps.

The light from the bathroom is outlining the door in harsh gold, a shadow darkening the left floor corner. I close my eyes again, unable to handle the sudden light, and focus on keeping my body completely still. I’d rather he doesn’t know I’m awake. I’m not ready for what we might say to each other.

I just can’t believe he came back.

This thought swims the perimeter of my brain again and again, almost endlessly alongside my concentration to stay still until, of course, the door eventually opens. There’s a burst of light popping red against my eyelids. Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t move. It’s only a second though before it goes black once more. If I could make a sound, I’d sigh.

The moment the door closes though, the silent air freezes. If I could see anything, I’m certain I would be able to pick out every particle of dust in the room halted, standing like statues in their assigned places. Everything around me - and me - feels trapped in this tiny timeframe. At once I’m far too warm.

He really came back?

Peter’s trying to be quiet, I can tell. Maybe that’s why I’m too aware of myself. My breathing shifts from an involuntary function to a mess of trying to regulate it consciously. I hate it. Breathe in. One, two, three, four. And out for five, four, three-

I hear something creak near the window. Is he really-? But then I realize it’s only the closet. He’s staying, then? I wish I were facing the other way so I could try to peek and see what he’s doing.

Without warning the blanket pulls.


The bed dips behind me, the springs compressing enough that I can sense exactly where Peter’s weight is centered. He’s inches from my back.

Holy shit.

His head must be close to mine on the pillow because something is tickling my scalp. What else is it, if not his breathing near my hair?

God, I’m still thinking about my own breathing.

Peter adjusts slightly.

Focus. In for one, two, three, four. And out for five, four, three, two, one. Shut up, brain, please. The heaviness in my lungs is making it difficult though. I need to turn over to relieve the pressure on my ribcage.

Slowly, steadily, and as convincingly as possible, I roll my shoulders over and push my legs to follow. It’s awkward and disjointed. As it would be, probably, if I were asleep. For good measure, I place my arm over my eyes. That should keep me from trying to sneak a glance. I really shouldn’t risk him knowing I’m not asleep particularly because I should be. The competition. I need to be ready. If I let Michelle down-

He’s touching me. What is he doing? His fingers are brushing mine as if - but now they’re gone. What?

One, two, three, four. Five, four, three two one. One two three four. Five four three-

Peter’s voice nearly makes me jolt.

“I’m serious about what I said before.” He pauses. My mind sprints through too many of things he said tonight and my stomach drops. “I’m really, really sorry.” What? “Anything you decide is suitable, I’ll do whatever you want if it helps you forgive me. I swear, I never meant to be such a jerk and I’ll never act like that again. Just tell me what you want me to do.”

He’s apologizing… and for the second time tonight, apparently.

That’s Peter. That’s the person I’ve been friends with for so long. He’s really back.

It’s unbelievable, I realize, how much I’ve missed him this week.

All I want is for us to be on the same side again.

My hand feels cold now, my fingers itching to have his back for a moment. I think I get the gesture now. Coming from Peter, it might’ve been a question, a mini request for compromise, a hint at truce in case I was awake. The shock of the initial contact made it weird in the moment, but in hindsight, it is uniquely Peter. Almost weird, but oddly perfect in context. I can’t believe he’s back.

Come tomorrow, the two of us are going to have a lot to work through and I know that. Yet… I almost want to say something, to signal back that it’s okay. If his apology is genuine, as it sounds and I trust it is, I should do something too, right?

God, I’m just going to do stupid things until I die. With that in mind, I ignore the protests forming in my head and let my who cares? side have control for once.

I roll over onto his side of the bed and, quite frankly, onto him. Sort of. My hand fumbles across his shoulder before awkwardly reaching across his middle to latch on, as Michelle is well familiar with. He half-jumps. By instinct, I immediately pull myself closer, my fingers pressing themselves against his bare ribcage.

Why didn’t you change into pajamas? Damn you, Peter.

I really thought he would at least have a t-shirt.

Although I’ve seen him shirtless a handful of times before, like an hour ago, it’s suddenly a very different thing to physically feel him this way.

“Uh, um. Y/N? Are… are you awake?”

Don’t move a muscle, definitely don’t answer.

“I don’t want to be weird or anything….” He hesitates. “But my arm is going to go numb if- if I stay like this. So it’s, you know, logical I guess, if I move a bit? But if it’s weird you can, you know, just hit me or something. Or maybe I should sleep on the floor? I was going to once I-”

I force a fake, drawn-out exhale and for some stupid, idiotic reason, I pull myself up a bit more, my leg by habit (I’ll pretend) following the overall motion to slide between his knees. Why am I like this? I can picture how this must look: Peter on his back, his arm crushed under me as I cling to him like a koala bear or tree frog. Our ankles knock against each other slightly. That itself gives me a sense of security, like being locked into a safe place.

Peter stills.

“So you’re not awake?”

Only Peter would ask this right now. The question tickles the top of my head. I can tell from the quick intake of breath that he’s about to keep talking - but given the situation, I think my heart might combust if he whispers another apology.

“Peter,” I mumble. “Please, shut up.”

His chest freezes under my head. He definitely knows I’m awake now. He nods.

“Yeah. Okay.”

Why did I have to say something?

My face is burning and his skin seems more like a furnace than a human body. I could play it off tomorrow as if I had been still asleep… but he knows, he has to know. That really wasn’t a convincing still-sleeping voice. Just as I consider rolling off the bed, rolling under it, and staying there for the next twenty years, Peter moves.

He slides his arm from under my own and wraps it around my shoulders. His right hand brushes my hair away from my face.

I’ll be surprised if he can’t feel the heat from my forehead. God, why are we always so awkward?

I expect him to stop there, but he combs through, rather hesitantly, twice more. The second time, one of his fingers catches on a tangle. He accidentally tugs it (I bite my cheek to keep from jumping) before he pauses and half-pats my head like sorry, my bad. He drops his hand to his side and sighs. His breathing begins to deepen. Admittedly, I wish he hadn’t stopped.

Peter shifts slightly.

He starts to say something, but hesitates - a half-formed sound trailing off.

Then, there’s a long pause. We both seem to be waiting for the other.

What are we going to do after tomorrow, Peter?

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

This time, I don’t say anything back.

Instead, I kick the corner of the blanket bunched around my foot - the one that isn’t between his legs - until I can tell it’s finally covering both of his feet too. Once I’m certain he has enough of the blanket, I settle in a bit more and hope he doesn’t think it’s weird.

This is such a stupid idea.

Still, it’s better than I imagined. And how many times have I imagined this? An embarrassing amount and honestly -

His arms tighten around me. The knots in the back of my neck relax.

It’s a thousand times better than I imagined.


Next update: November 24*

*I really, really want to avoid skipping updates at all costs, but I am worried that my next chapter won’t be ready in time. If not, I’ll update as soon as it’s ready! Hopefully, though, I can catch a break this week and keep to Nov. 24. I’ll do everything I can, I promise!

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anonymous asked:

Hey it's been awhile! Give us an update of your top 5 ships?

1. NaLu

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2.) BanLaine

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3.) Riken x Susukihotaru

Originally posted by nejli

4.) MirSan

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5.) Yamato x Mei 

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anonymous asked:

Hey! I'm all caught up on SPN and now I want to finally start reading some good Destiel fics. Do you have a top 5 or something for me? 'Cause I have no idea where to start looking for the great ones. PS: I adore your account! <3 Much love

Hi! So sorry I couldn’t reply earlier! And wow I have so many that I enjoy, so it’s gonna be a bit difficult to answer ^^;  I have a mixture of au, canon-divergent, fluffy, & angsty fics that I really enjoyed.  Also, I’m not sure how long you’ve been out of the fandom, so some of these you probably read already ^^;

1.  Angel Cookies
2.   Dean (and Cas’) Top 13 Zepp Traxx
3.   For All You Young Hockey Players Out There, Pay Attention
4.   If Tomorrow Never Comes
5.   Ninety One Whiskey
6.   Painted Angels
7.   Passing Ships
8.   Plus One
9.   Project Beyonce: The Unmaking of Dean Winchester in Ten Easy Steps
10. Satin and Sawdust

Ooops…sorry this came out to be a Top 10, but honestly, there are so many more I’d like to add.  But, I do have a fic rec page that has filters for my faves & categories:  fic recs
So, you could start there, too.  And I hope this was semi helpful even though really late.

700 Follower Appreciation!!

so thanks you all so much for pressing that follow button because 700? that’s insane! i love you all!

so to celebrate i am going to do some Name Playlists! i’ve seen some people doing this and i think it’s so cool! so basically you’ll get a song for each letter of your name :)

how do you get one you ask?
1) must be following me
2) reblog this post so it doesn’t flop
3) send me an ask with your name -you could give me a nickname if your not comfortable disclosing your real name.
4) the ask must also include your fave genre of music so i can make the playlist something you’ll like :)
5) well that’s it! ill post them as soon as i can!

please share this post even if you don’t want a playlist because i really don’t want this to flop :(

Bruised Love {Part 3}

Warnings: Cursing, very angsty

Word count: 791

Summary: Harry has been avoiding (Y/N) lately making her feel unwanted and lonely, as he pushed her away causing her to keep trying to love him and make him notice her, but only to bring her more ache to the heart.

Note: Sorry this kind of shot, I have big plans for part 4. Yes you heard right, their will be a part 4. but I know you guys have been waiting for this sit back get comfy and ENJOY!!;)

Part 1 Part 2

*Third POV*

“I hate you, harry”

“I hate you”

“I hate you”

Her words were all Harry could think of. Every word she had spoken running through his mind repeatedly as he sat there in a chair beside her, watching her fragile body laying there on the uncomfortable hospital bed, her breathing at a rhythm pace. She was tangled up with many cords stuck to her body, as a mask covered most of her face, helping her breathe better. It has been 3 hours since the incident, and (Y/N) still hasn’t woken up yet. Neither has Harry left that spot. He wasn’t going to leave her not now, not ever. But that had changed when the doctor came in the room gesturing for him to meet him out in the hallway.

A heavy groan left his chapped lips as he stood up, his knees tingling from sitting in that chair for hours. He glanced at (Y/N) one more time, before walking out into the white hall seeing nurses walking around the quiet halls. When he noticed the doctor standing by the window to her room, he walked towards him.

“What’s up?” He asked him, scared something had went wrong with (Y/N).

“(Y/N)’s immune system is weakened due to lack of vitamins and minerals, which is due to not eating” the doctor said, as a sigh left Harry’s lips, looking down, putting his fingers through his tangled hair tugging it with frustration. 

“Is there a way I can fix this” He asked, willing to do anything for his lovely (Y/N).

“Yes, she needs to start eating again and then she will be healthy in no time” he suggested, a small smile forming on his lips before petting Harry’s shoulder and walking off to another patient, leaving him in the hallway alone. Harry didn’t know what to do, or how to feed her when she’s going to wake up and doesn’t want him around anymore. 

He walked back into the room seeing (Y/N) still sleep. This was killing him, knowing he let it get this far. She is such an amazing person and Harry just pushed her to the limits, which caused this to happen. He really didn’t want to lose her, she was his first love and still is. He can’t even think what life would be like without her in it. 

Harry can feel his emotions take control of him again, the guilt knocking down his walls. Breathing rugged, chest falling up and down like a machine. His (Y/n), his lovely, perfect little angel, was probably still hurting inside even in her sleep because of him. And it was all his fault. The way she looked at him when she was crying her heart out to him. All she wanted was for Harry to love her and care for her, just as much as she did for him, but maybe just a little more. He slowly walked back to his original spot, making himself comfortable in the chair. 

“This is all my fault” Harry cried to myself, his hands tangled up in hers, as he just let his emotions flung free.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), I just wanted you to live a better life without me.” He knows he wasn’t going to get anything from her, but he just wanted to feel close to her as if she was listening. 

“I shouldn’t of pushed you away, I didn’t mean anything I said….. please (Y/N) I need you." 

His sobs were quiet but loud enough for a person in the room to hear him. Harry felt terrible, so terrible. He just wanted to hold his baby girl, make her feel so special to him. His grip on her small cold hand, tighten as he looked at her one more time. She was so beautiful even when she looked so pale. Harry had noticed over the couple of days of him pushing her away her body had changed. She was more skinnier and weaker, which made him feel like she did this for him, like she wanted to show him she can change for him. But Harry didn’t want that, he loved his (Y/N) no matter what she is. She is perfect just the way she is, without a doubt. 

"I love you, (Y/N). Oh god I love you so much, I’m so sorry” he whispers, as he plants a small, delicate kiss on each of her fingers, his tears landing on them. He laid his head down beside her, inhaling her scent, her flower blossom scent that still hang around her. 

His eyelids felt weak as his tears slowly fall from his cheeks. He felt tired, while his body relaxed, soon drifting off with words falling free before closing his eyes. 

“I love you.”

Conflicted (Part 5)

Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 1231// Rating: Mature

Warnings: hangovers, the next morning, colin’s not so bad pls dont hate colin

Summary:  Reader is the new girl in town. But will Chris be friend or foe?

Note: this will be multiple parts, i was going to do it about another person but i’ve chosen to do this about Chris. This was hard gif wise cause he’s not in it so have some colin gifs too. and Cop colin for good measure.


I have absolutely no idea what prompt to give you as a request but I really loved “just a fling” so maybe something with chris e again? Maybe Christmas or holiday related? Or on the flip side they get to know each other more (maybe didn’t originally like each other) become bffs then the relationship (which probably won’t be holiday related lol)? Really, just preferably something with a happy ending lol. Fluff, angst, smut, all or whatever really doesn’t matter to me. I’m just throwing things out there so I’m not completely useless lol.

Thanks!! I love your writing!

Y/N‘s thoughts were hazy as she awoke but she knew one thing for certain. She was extremely uncomfortable. She turned over in bed allowing the low November sunlight to filter over her from the unmasked window. She couldn’t settle though as she was distinctly aware of the pressure on her bladder begging her to get up from the warmth of the blankets and head to the bathroom. But she couldn’t, her head felt heavy and she felt a distinct wave of nausea when she attempted to move from the quilts cosy grasp. Nevertheless, she forced herself up into a sitting position where she instantly felt the cold air hit her skin making her shiver. Pushing the cover aside she climbed out of bed and padded across to the ensuite where she relieved herself.

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1. We now have officially three Regina’s on the show. I love it

2. I’m starting to seriously root for Papa Hook. I need more father/daughter time

3. Are you drunk? - Regal Believer is hilarious and heartbreaking.

4. Regina pretending to be Roni is the best thing ever

5. Adore Cinderella’s and Tiana’s friendship

6. Wtf was this gnome??

7. Rumple you changed didn’t you?

8. Drizella you are a bitch. I’m so rooting for you

9. I liked Victoria a bit more by the end of the ep. Gabrielle plays pain better than cold hearted bitch if you ask me.


Before I loved you, ch.4

Pairing: Reddie with minor billverly, benverly & stenbrough 

Chapters: 4/?

Word count: 4K

Read on ao3 here

Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch.3 |

Tags:  slow burn, friends to lovers, mentoins of: child abuse, self-harm & suicide, also underage drinking, smoking & drug use, suicide attempt & abuse.


“What’s a soulmate?”

In a world where you feel every single touch of pain your soulmate does, Eddie Kaspbrak grows up being afraid to meet his and tries everything in his power to stop it. Including signing himself as a Ghost Mark, so that his soulmate won’t be able to find him unless they literally bump on each other on the street.

“It’s like a best friend but more”

In a world where same-sex soulmates are highly discriminated Richie Tozier is excited to meet his. He has grown up with parents who didn’t find their soulmates and so he believes that soulmate is the only way a person can be happy.

“A soulmate is someone who you carry with you forever”

In a world where same-sex soulmates are almost pushed to get a Separation, Eddie Kaspbrak keeps every single flyer his mother gives him that advertises it. He grows up afraid of his soulmate.

“But no matter what happens, you’ll always love them”

In a world where everyone is born with a soulmate, has been created a fucked up system, that doesn’t guarantee a happy ending

“Nothing can ever change that”

March, 2004

“Are you sure?”, the woman behind the desk asked, but Eddie couldn’t raise his eyes to meet hers. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was still holding and closed his eyes. He knew this was the right thing to do, but now that he was actually here, it turned out to be so much harder than he’d originally thought. He glanced around the lobby, it was busy with people even though it was barely nine in the morning. The dim lamps were shedding warm light across the cold tile floors and Eddie tried his best to ignore all the lovey-dovey people who were getting their letters. But he couldn’t help but be afraid. Afraid that this was a huge mistake, afraid that he’d regret it later. He took another deep breath, but still he couldn’t answer.

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blog rates + icons

hello everyone i just reached my next goal already and i love all u babies. so i decided to do some blog rates and icon requests in one, you can see my icons here.

here’s the rules:

  • must be following my steve loving ass
  • please reblog!! 
  • you don’t have to be a stranger things blog i love everyone
  • pls send me either a heart emoji, or maybe a story about your day, or your fave character !!
  • if you want an icon too pls tell me who + what colour
  • if you don’t want an icon you can just send the other stuff :)
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  • pls blacklist megsrates if you don’t wanna see this stuff

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Five Things You Don't Know About Me

The lovely, super kind @shadesyste tagged me and I’m really happy to answer. Dear, I wish you all the best and this hug is for you!

1- Christmas is my favorite holiday, I’m literally Santa Claus’ sister, the person who wears proudly the ugliest Xmas sweater, the one who bakes cinnamon biscuits and basically glows during December.

2- I don’t like pears, but I love the chocolate and pears tart.

3- I’d like a lot to play D&D, but I was kicked out from a Dungeons & Dragons game at the very beginning of my first game because I was too well dressed!

4- I don’t like dancing anything but waltz.

5- I’m an average chess player!

Thank you for reading!

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better (do i even have this many mutuals?)

this took me seven years but i was tagged by the lovely @cptsaralance and @booksoncanvas!!

1. nicknames: rach, ray (i know i know), ray-ray, rachie, rachel (but pronounced the hebrew way), and lando calrissian (long story)
2. gender: female
3. star sign: piscces
4. height: 5′1″
5. time: 12:23 pm
6. birthday: march 6
7. favorite bands: 5sos, little mix, haim, fall out boy
8. favorite solo artists: alessia cara, harry styles, shawn mendes, ariana grande, troye sivan
9. song stuck in my head: greedy by ariana grande
10. last movie i watched: disney hercules lmao
11. last show i watched: i think stranger things?
12. when did i create my blog: in late june/early july of this year!! we’ve grown so fast we’re not even at six months yet!!
13.  what do i post: mostly dc (cw tv, fox tv, eu) and a little of other fandoms i’m in, social justice/jewish activism
14. last thing i googled: ezra miller (nothing but respect for MY flash)
15. do i have any other blogs: no but i have a lot of urls saved lol
16. do i get asks: yeah!!! but send me more i love them.
17. why i chose my url: well it was gifted to me after i literally never shut up about how jewish ray palmer is??? and how was i supposed to turn it down.
18. following: 312
19. followers: 476
21. average hours of sleep: lol 5 if i’m lucky 4 if i’m being realistic i hate school
22. lucky number: 6, 3, 18
23. instruments: piano, flute, piccolo, voice :)
24. what am i wearing: sweatpants and a tank top
26. dream job: president!!! i’m not joking y’all elect me in 30 years pls thanks
27. dream trip: i want to go to florence more than i want to breathe 
28. favorite food: lox and dark chocolate
29. nationality: american and israeli
30. favorite song right now: bite by troy sivan

i tag @sofiafalcones @enigmatickal @luthores @lesbianplantlady @powerpuffqirls @jewishlorca @pheuthe @gotham-clickbait @colfernygma @batmanisagatewaydrug @amayajwe @agentmarymargaretskitz @nowwavingnotdrowning @marcomardon @steelatomwrites @clayappuzzo @bisexuallaurellance @thapnbkrsnowvibe @tofandomsandbeyond @jeffersonjaxson

anonymous asked:

Hi. Did you mind sharing your MXAO settings?

Yeah! So, basically, I love the preset that I’m using but the MXAO wasn’t heavy enough for me so I looked at some other presets with heavier MXAO settings and just changed my current ones to match those. Right now, they look like this:


@crabb-sims, I know you wanted to see this, too!

anonymous asked:

When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy. Then send to the last ten people in your notifications anonymously. <3

1. My husband (I’m gross, sorry, but it’s true)

2. My family, which includes all my loves who are not necessarily blood related to me, errbody is family!

3. A truly excellent, super hot cup of coffee 

4. Rainbows!

5. Making people laugh 

Thank you anon! ❤️

I have loved the stars too fondly: a Pacific Rim fancomic by Soyouz

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Read all the current update of I have loved the stars too fondly, my Pacific Rim fandomic!

I finished to write all the script and it will have roughly between 16 or 17 updates, maybe 18 more! The storyboard of the next update is already done. If you’re a native english speaker and have time to help me to check my poor grammar it will be a great help! Don’t hesitate to contact me :)

Ten Facts

Hi love :) @oppamakesmewetter Thank you for tagging me 😊I’m so happy to know you and hope you’re doing well!!

1. I’m the eldest of my family. I have 2 sisters and 1 brother who are sooooo cute 😅?!?! and I really love and am very proud of them 👏👏👏

2. My youngest sister and I were born on the same day. :)

3. I have a good memory which is realy useful for exams (not with math tho… that’s my disaster😵)

4. I have many friends. We are the biggest group in class.

5. I like taking care of others. By doing so, I feel at ease. My sense is strong. I can sense others feeling pretty fast.

6. I can get along with people at any age. My grandmother and I are best friends. We both love K Stars. Thanks to her, I become good at listening.

7. I love watermelons🍉🍉🍉

8. I am a caffeine addict☕️☕️☕️. I spent a fortunes at cafes and book shops📚.

9. Smiles are infective sight for me. Others smile, I smile.😊

10. I’m patient. I don’t give up easily. I’m also very concious.

Thanks for taking the time to read this!!! I tag @dumbfizzkpop @iamjungkooked @kpopinabottle @lovee-sun @megakpoprandomness @fantastickpopshiptrash @artificialskyway @agust-dogg @desi-seoul @draco-mafloy @evilkookie @oppaships @destination-unicornland @fishtaeils @whatismylive @stankpop1 @seokjinandtonic @kpophouseoftofu @zeonghan @exoscenarios101 @poshieboyjoshie @cutiebandlover202 @loeynahcp @thatkpopaesthetic

with love❤ You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to! I hope you have a day as beautiful as you are. I love you~~ 🙆🏻❤️❤️❤️