And Peter is talented as hell

Final list of reasons why Bethany Young HAS to be important to the endgame in some way

Here are all my reasons why Bethany’s name just has to pop up in this final season. Not saying she’s AD (but she very well could be!) - but at absolute minimum, she is important to the story in some capacity.

1) Dr Cochran said that he delivered two of Mary’s babies - one went to Jessica (Charlotte), the other went to family county services (???) and Veronica confirmed that Spencer went to her. So, there is a third unknown child who grew up in Radley. Who do we know of that grew up in Radley? Bethany. 

“Embrace your darkness. I had to. That’s how you win the game. - A.D” This just sounds like someone was forced to live in Radley and ‘put up with it’. They can cry about their life everyday, or they can soak up their circumstances and use it to, oh I dunno, play the A game. Bethany?

2) Dr Cochran referred to the second unknown baby as “underweight but tenacious” which is exactly the words that the writers chose for Toby to call Spencer. They were foreshadowing the similarities between the second baby (Bethany) and Spencer because Bethany is Spencer’s twin.

3) The Aunt Jessie incident. Mary wanted to be close to her daughter (Bethany). She pretended to be Jessica because Jessica was on the board of Radley and was allowed to sign out patients. Bethany started calling Mary “mum” which will blow Mary’s cover - she’s not supposed to be out of Radley - she’s pretending to be Jessica, after all. So, Mary demanded she call her “Aunt Jessie”.

4) Jessica told Mary that the Charles grave is real. This was a huge lie. Could this be why Bethany drew Jessica like this? Bethany thought her sister was dead. (No wonder Mary pretended to be Jessica by sleeping with Peter. She wanted to punish her sister.)

5) The only boy this could possibly be is Charles. So the fact that Bethany was drawing Charles being taken away from her (adopted by Jessica), means that the loss of Charles was important. It’ll make sense for Bethany to be A.D and wanting to avenge Charlotte’s death. The signs of Bethany being angry at the loss of Charlotte is in this picture.

6) What the hell?

Has this got anything to do with the fact that Bethany (a talented artist) never draws her face? Well, it’s tricky to answer because we’ve already seen her face: Troian’s face! She’s Spencer’s twin. Mary had ‘two Spencers’. 

7) Charlotte called Wren to tell him that Melissa buried Bethany - what if that wasn’t Charlotte trying to break up Wren and Melissa, but instead, she was just trying to get justice for Bethany by ruining the life of the one who killed her (Melissa killed Bethany as she died from suffocation). This is again foreshadowing the strong connection between Charlotte and Bethany. (Assuming she is dead.)

8) If Bethany really is Spencer’s twin, that means the flashback on the roof with Marion wasn’t depicted properly. Since Charlotte is older than Spencer and therefore older than Spencer’s twin, Charlotte would’ve been older than Bethany. They weren’t the same age. Essentially, the error was NOT that Toby and Alison looked like teenagers when Marion was alive. The error was that Charlotte looked so young. She wasn’t that young.

9) Why would Sara Harvey care about sending letters to Bethany’s parents? This could be Bethany telling her parents that she is alive and well.

OR, maybe that was Sara Harvey, who, under orders from Charlotte, had to send Bethany’s parents flowers. That still highlights the important relationship Charlotte and Bethany had.

10) Was this Bethany in 420?

11) Did Spencer’s twin kill Yvonne? Did the twin provide poisonous those butterscotch biscuits that Yvonne was eating in 713? That could’ve been AD’s dangerous way of doing her sister a favour. “Oh c’mon sis, I know you love Toby. I was doing you a favour!”

12) Letters from A.D. Bethany and Alison DiLaurentis were sending each other letters - is this Bethany’s lair, and she kept Alison’s letters? Is this Bethany’s motive; that Alison lured her to Rosewood to kill her? It’s awfully suspicious that Uber A has a box titled “Letters from A.D.” in their own lair, since they ARE A.D! Well, maybe the letters are from Alison (to Bethany), rather than from Uber A.

The point of this post isn’t really to jump to conclusions; she may be dead, alive, A.D,, a helper, or just another one of Mary’s children. Point being that she is important in some way and I can’t wait to see how. I will be 100% disappointed in the endgame if her name is not even mentioned in some way. I’ll be sure to update this if I think of more reasons as to why she is important to the story!


Originally posted by thefirstgingerdoctor

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

Prompt:  anonymous asked: okay so I’ve been looking through a LOT of your imagines and its safe to say that i frikin love ur blog and i was wondering if you could do one of peter pan x reader where the reader is watching the campfire at the corner and peter comes up from behind (theyre dating btw) without her knowing and starts kissing down her neck and teasing her there and id love it to be just really cute and pan whispers some inappropriate things and end in smut + lots if foreplay :))

Anonymous asked: YOOO YOUR SMUT IS SO GOOD THANK YOU!!!! More Peter Pan smut okay? ;) Robbie Kay is a sexy devil. But seriously ur writing is so talented you should be proud

Warning: SMUT!                                                                                    

A/N:  I am going to hell. Enjoy darlings!


You had traveled to just about every realm, but you can honestly say Neverland was your favorite. When you had first arrived you knew you were going to love dense-jungle island. It held such magic and wonder that you felt like you had jumped into a fairytale. Well, you kind of had, but that’s beside the point.

When you had first arrived, Peter and his Lost Boys were wary of you, having never had a girl come to the island before, not including Wendy, of course. As time went on, however, the boys learned to love you, seeing you as an equal and friend. Peter had taken an extra special liking to you, though. Two months into your stay in Neverland, the beautiful demon boy had pulled you the most beautiful spot in Neverland, and for the first time, had told you of his love for you. Ever since then, the two of you could rarely be seen without the other. You made him into a better person, the person he thought you deserved, and for once in your life, you could say you were genuinely happy.

It was night; the day had been long day, the boys just now settling down from a day full of games. Most had gone to sleep, but you and a few others had stayed up, watching the campfires glow. You were transfixed by the flames, the colors melding together to create such a wonderful array, it was nearly impossible to look away. You were too lost in thought; you didn’t even hear someone approach you from behind. You felt a pair of lips on the back of your neck, and you jolted in surprise. You soon relaxed, knowing it was Peter. No one else dared to touch you in such a way.

Peter kept placing kisses on your neck, making you moan slightly. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him. You sighed contently, loving the feeling of his body against you.  You felt him press his lips against the shell of your ear, before you heard him whisper in your ear. “(Y/N), kitten, do you have any idea how much I want you?” You gasped sharply at his words, a faint blush dusting your cheeks. “Oh, love, I’ve been thinking about that tight pussy all day. Can’t wait to get you alone, kitten. Gonna make you scream my bloody name.” You pressed your thighs together in hopes of getting some friction, the wetness in your panties growing.

Peter knew what he was doing, and he loved it. He loved the affect he had on you, what a few simple words could reduce you too. He decided to take it a step further by ghosting his hand over your clothed core, the slight touch making you whimper. He smirked against your neck, knowing he has you right where he wants you. “Come on love, let’s get out of here, yeah?” he whispers in your ear, his hands still ghosting over where you want him most. Not trusting your voice, you nodded, allowing him to poof the pair of you back to his treehouse.

As soon as you appeared in his treehouse he slammed you against a wall, his lips harshly covering yours. You moaned against his lips, pressing your back against his with equal fervor. You brought your hands to his head, tugging at the soft hair there. He groaned, and deepened the kiss. You felt his hand in your hair, before he suddenly jerked your head to the side. You gasped at the feeling, before you felt him bite and suck on your neck. You almost whimpered under his ministrations, loving his treatment of you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your body closer to his.

You felt his hand trailing under your shirt, before firmly grabbing your breasts through your bra, his attack on your neck not stopping for one moment. You were too lost in the sensations; you didn’t even hear a faint snap of his fingers. You hadn’t realized what he had done until you had felt a slight breeze against your skin, your eyes moved down and you saw he had made both of your clothes disappear. You laughed slightly, loving how impatient he was. Your laughter died off when you felt the hand that was once in your hair cupping your core.

You moaned loudly, his fingers slowly and methodically tracing your lower lips. His attack on your breasts hadn’t stopped; his hands alone making you tremble and moan. He pinched your nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb. The same time he did this, he slowly entered one finger into your dripping core. You whimpered, the feelings were becoming too much. “Peter please…” you whimpered out, wanted to feel more. He smirked, before adding another finger, and quickening his pace. You moaned, the delicious friction causing your knees to shake.

You felt you’re high coming quickly, faster than you had anticipated. Your moans becoming louder, faster, the sounds of your pleasure filling the room. You were almost there, until he suddenly pulled away. You cried out, distraught over the loss of his fingers inside your pussy. “Shh, now love, I’ve got you. Gonna make you feel really good, love, I promise.”

He dropped down on his knees in front of you, his face dangerously close to your core. Your eyes widened at the realization of what he was going to do. He smirked up at you, never breaking eye contact as he licked a broad stripe on your pussy. You moaned out, eyes instantly closing, your head falling back slightly. Peter wrapped his arms arounds your thighs, pushing you closer to him. His tongue teased against your entrance, tracing letters to your core. You could barely make out what he was spelling, your head to dizzy with pleasure. M-I-N-E. You moaned loudly at the realization of what he was spelling, his possessiveness over you turning you on even more. He traced the word over your core a few more times, before finally flicking his tongue over your clit. You nearly screamed, the feeling becoming too much. For the second time that night you felt your high approaching again.

Peter pulled away before you could cum, leaving you almost screaming in frustration. He stood up quickly, pressing you against the wall yet again. “Jump.” He said, a commanding tone in his voice. You instantly complied, jumping up and wrapping your arms around his waist, and your arms around his neck. He pushed your back firmly against the wall before attaching his lips to your, reaching between your bodies to guide his cock into your wet heat. He slowly pushed in, the both of you moaning against the others lips when he was fully sheathed inside you.

He started rocking his hips at a fast pace, earning a grateful moan from you.  “Oh, love, you feel so perfect around me. Bet you love my cock inside you, huh kitten?” He moaned in your ear, the sounds of his grunting and panting flooding your senses. You just frantically nodded your head, words failing you at the moment. He started pounding harder into you, his hand trailing between your bodies, suddenly toying with your clit.

You let out a choked noise, you fingers carding in his hair. . His head dropped into the crook of your neck, his movements relentless. You felt your pussy tighten around his cock, your orgasm approaching for the third time that night.  “P-peter! I-I’m gonna…!” you moaned out, wanting nothing more than to cum. “I know, gorgeous. Me too. C-come for me, (Y/N).Cum, now.”  His words sent you over the edge, your grip on his hair tightened as you screamed out his name. He followed you into bliss, your name falling off his lips like a prayers.

When you both came off of your highs, you shakily un-wrapped your legs around his waist, you almost falling to the ground in the process. Peter caught you in time, and picked you up bridal style, before carrying you over the bed. He laid you down on top of the bed before lying down next to you. You turned to get comfortable, sleep almost consuming you, before you felt Peter wrap an arm around your waist, pulling your body against his.

He leaned over and placed a gently kiss on your forehead. “I love you, my little Lost Girl.” He whispered, his hands playing with your hair as a way to lull you to sleep. You smiled sleepily, before replying “I love you too, Peter.” Sleep quickly took over your mind, his motions soothing you. Peter smiled at your sleeping form, wondering just how he got so lucky to have you in his life.

Season 7

When Sleazy Pete goes, so does my interest in this super predictable show. He’s been one of the most fascinating and intriguing characters no matter whether you loved or hated him.

I was really hoping there would be this cool twist or a dark horse just waiting in the shadows. That’s what I like about Littlefinger… you had no idea what he was up to or was willing to do to fuck everything up. That wild card in the story is what was interesting. At least to me. Everything else is predictable as hell and I have zero trust in D&D throwing in some great surprise or crazy ending that we haven’t already figured out in over 7 years.

For the smartest character (who also started all of this) and how meticulous in his game plan to be reduced to a shell of his own book character is sad and a waste of Aidan Gillen’s talent. He’s been brilliant as Baelish and loads of fun to watch to see what kind of shit he’s going to stir up, lie his way out, manipulate the fuck out of people and screw other characters game up.

I used to like Tyrion, but even now Peter is phoning it in. He’s had nothing interesting to do since escaping Kings Landing.

Never cared for Cersei, but hell, I’m thinking she should have bombed all of Westeros with wildfire and saved us this overused trope D&D seemed to bent on dragging out to an anticlimactic ending.

Now, we’re just going to get some ‘epic’ LOTR battle with either Jon or Dany taking the throne. *****SNORE***** Right now, I’m rooting for the WW to kill everyone.

Baelish was most likely going to die…but my gut says it’s going to be stupid as fuck and that ticks me off. The idea of Arya killing him and taking his dagger… ugh. *eyeroll* If anyone has the right to kill Petyr, it’s Sansa.

The writing on this show has gone downhill big time over the last 3 seasons.

I’m depressed and dreading this season.

Now all I want is Baelish to somehow bring down the Wall in epic FU 🖕🏻Littlefinger “King of the Ashes” fashion before he dies and THEN become the new Night King and kill everyone.

Does This Make You Happy? - Alex summers pt 2

Summary : when the boy from the ice-cream shop swings by the school to see his little sister Alex gets mad and walks in on your sleeping, and confesses how wrong he was and how le loves you.

Word Count : 1k+

Warnings : cursing, angst, more fighting, angry alex

Prompt : (52) “Don’t look at me like that.” (55) “Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

Pairing : alex summers x mutant!reader

A/N : omg so much angst, so much.

part one

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Originally posted by fyeahlucastill

You hadn’t seen, heard from, or talked to Alex in a week. After that day when you two -well you- ended things, you both seemed to shut down. You didn’t go to any of your classes, you didn’t go to any of your training sessions, you barley ate, and you couldn’t sleep. Alex was going through some of the same things. He wouldn’t go to his training sessions, he’s being a jerk more than usual, he couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t eat, he drank all the time. You missed him, god did you miss him, but you weren’t going to go back to him after what he had said to you.

At the moment your head was tucked in between your knees and silent sobs escaped your dry mouth. Tears stained your cheeks, your bed spread, and your clothes. This hurt a lot more than any of your other break ups did, and maybe it’s because you had seemed to have such a deep connection with Alex, and now that you’re apart it just hurt not to be near one another. Old memories and conversations ran through your mind, even little flashbacks would appear behind your eyes when you closed them. When Jean was around that’s all she could hear, she could just hear your thoughts and your conversations in your head, and they were so sad that even she stopped hanging around you. Your best friend didn’t even want to be near you.

Sniffling you wiped your eyes and got up, brushing out your hair and throwing it into a messy bun. You trudged down stairs, keeping your head down so that no one would see how pathetic you looked. You walked into the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle and then going back up to your room.

“Y/N?” Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to recognize the voice that said your name. Slowly turning around you were shocked to see Leo, the boy from the ice-cream shop. Shit. You thought to yourself as you plastered on a fake smile. Leo jogged over to you, a smile on his rosy cheeks . His eyebrows furrowed as he looked over your features. No doubt your eyes were red and glossy, your cheeks were stained and dirty, you looked like absolute hell.

“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve been crying?” You nod slowly, taking in a shaky breathe to try and keep yourself calm.

“Yeah, um..that day that I was at the mall with my friends? My boyfriend I broke up because the relationship wasn’t making him happy, and this week has just been hard for me.” You sighed, blinking back your tears. Quickly changing the subject you asked him a question, “Why are you here? You’re not a mutant…are you?” Leo chuckled and shook his head.

“No, my kid sister is though and today is my day off so I thought I’d come by and say hi to her, see how she’s been doing.” You nodded. “You might know her? Her names Carrie?” Your face lit up.

“Oh her? God she’s such a cutie, much like her brother.” You mentally face palmed, your cheeks blushing red. Did I just say that? I did didn’t I? You thought to yourself. Leo smiled.

“You think I’m cute?” You blushed again and looked down sheepishly. Leo chuckled. “Don’t worry, love, I think you’re cute too.” You looked up with a small smile, but face a bright red by now. He coughed awkwardly and  scratched the back of his head. “Would you mind helping me find my sister? I have no clue where I’m supposed to go and I’m pretty sure I’d get lost if I went wondering around here by myself.” You giggled and nodded.

“Of course, she might be outside so we’ll go out there first.” Leo nodded and you started your way out to the back. When you got there you started to walk around and search the ground for her. A little while later you spotted her, pointing her out to Leo. A grin stretched across his face as he watched his little sister play with her friends.

“Hey, Care Bear!” Leo shouted. Carrie turned around, her eyes landing on her brother. She squealed and sprinted over to the two of you, heading straight to her brother. She jumped up into his arms, smiling and wrapping him in a tight hug. You smiled, wishing you had a sibling bond like they did, or a sibling in general. Leo put Carrie down and she turned her head looking over at you and hugging you as well.

“What are you doing here, Leo?” Carrie asked once she pulled away from you.

“Well I came here to see you of course, I missed my little sis.” He smiled ruffling her hair. She groaned and swatted his hand away. “So how have you been? Any progress with your powers yet?” He asked, sitting on the ground. You went to walk away, not wanting to intrude on their time together but Leo grabbed your hand, pulling you down and sitting you right next to him. Carrie giggled.

“It’s good! I can grow just about anything now! And the Professor even had me fix his favorite tree because someone blew it up!” She said excitedly. Leo looked over at you, raising an eyebrow. You chuckled.

“It was my friend Scott, he basically has laser eyes and he hit the tree that the Professor’s grandfather planted.”  You explained. Leo nodded, chuckling. The siblings talked for a while until you heard the oh so familiar voices of your friends. You looked over your left shoulder to see them walking over to you.

Peter whizzed his way over to you, hugging you tightly and shaking you. “She’s alive! She came out of the cave!” He teased you. You shocked his arm, causing him to let go of you and hold his arm. “Ow! No need to electrocute me, missy.” He frowned. You chuckled, shaking your head.

“Hey, Y/N it’s nice to see that you came out of the- is that the boy from the ice-cream shop?” Jubilee grinned, looking at the Leo and then you quickly. You shook your head, smiling.

“Yes it is, this is Leo, his little sister is Carrie.” You motioned between the two. Carrie got up quickly and rushed over to Kurt, jumping up and hugging him. Kurt smiled sheepishly and hugged back. I looked over at Leo who was still smiling.

“She thinks Kurt’s a cat.” I whispered to him. He chuckled and nodded. The group sat down and introduced themselves to Leo and told them how talented and cute his little sister was.

“So, you two dating yet or what?” Peter said, eating a twinkie. Where the hell did that even come from? You nearly choked on air at Peter’s words, and shook your head, waving your hand in the air.

“No, no, I’m still trying to get over Alex remember?” Peter rolled his eyes and you glared at him. You looked over at Jean who was staring at one of the windows. “Jean? What are you staring at?” You question, looking up to see who or what caught her attention. When you looked up your eyes locked with Alex’s, his were full of sadness, pain, emotion. You quickly tore your eyes away and looked down, your chest rising and falling heavily.

“He’s pissed, Y/N.” Jean says in your head. You look down, shaking your head. You take in a few breathes and then look up, blinking quickly in case any tears had formed in your eyes. You stood up, brushing grass off of your body.

“I- we should probably getting going, don’t want to intrude on you and your sister catching up.” You say, voice squeaking a bit. Leo frowns a bit but nods. You quickly scurry off, your friends close behind you. You finally stop in the front corridor of the mansion, your lungs constricting, not letting in any air. You leaned against the sofa, wheezing for air.

“Hey, Y/N why’d -oh my god, are you okay?” Scott asked you worriedly as your group of friends huddled around you. You shook your head, rubbing your chest.

“Can’t.” Wheeze. “Breathe.” Wheeze. Scott looked over at his girlfriend, and she ran up the stairs, going to your room and looking for your inhaler. It probably took her a minute or so to find it, but within that minute the lack of oxygen had started to get to you. Jean ran back down, pushing the end of the inhaler into your mouth and pumping the air into your lungs. You held in the air for a minute and then exhaled, your vision straightening out and your grip on the couch loosening.

“What the hell was that? Did you just have a panic or asthma attack?” Asked Jean. You shrugged, shaking your head.

“I-I don’t know, I saw Alex in the window and I just-” You whimpered, wrapping your arms around your stomach. Jean frowned, enveloping you in a hug. You sobbed into her shoulder, your body shaking violently with every exhale you took. The group backed away, only Jean and Scott stayed with you. You sniffled into her hair. “It hurts so damn much, Jean.” You mumble, pulling away from her. She rubs your shoulders softly, trying to give a reassuring smile.

“I know, I know, but you’ll be okay. You have me, Scott, the others, and hell Leo is like so over his head with you, he couldn’t stop looking at you!” You giggle softly, sniffling a bit. “You’ll be okay, just give it time. I know you still love him, you just gotta find someone that loves you the same way.” You nodded slowly, giving her weak smile. “Come on, lets get you to bed, you haven’t slept in a week.” You nodded as Scott and Jean escorted you to your room. Unfortunately you had to pass Alex’s room in order to get to yours.

Alex must have sensed you or something because as soon as the three of you walked past his door, it opened and a sad, hung over Alex stood in the doorway.

“Y/N!” He shouted your name. Jean pulled you closer to her side and Scott turned around, glaring at his brother through his ruby glasses. You could hear him slam the door, which made you jump. When you got to your room Jean basically tucked you in like you were a child. She fluffed your pillow before laying her hand on your forehead, and before you knew it you were out cold and the thoughts of Alex had completely vanished.

“What did you just do?” Scott whispered to Jean. She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at your sleeping frame.

“I cleared her thoughts, it should help her sleep. I feel so bad for her, she loves Alex and the entire time it seemed like he loved her, but I guess now.” She shook her head, frowning. “Your brother is an ass, no offense.” Scott shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Nah, it’s fine, after what he said to her? He is an ass.” The two walked out, leaving you alone and sleeping peacefully in your bed. Or at least you thought you were sleeping peacefully.

Dreams of other girls touching, kissing, hugging Alex invaded your sleeping mind. You couldn’t even sleep without crying. Alex didn’t love you, he never did, and that’s what hurt the most. You gave him your innocence, your heart, your mind, you gave him everything. And he just fucking acted like he cared about you. Electric shocks bounced off your body, you shook as you slept, unable to open your eyes. You were trapped in your own little hell.

The door to your room opened and out of all the people in the mansion it just had to be Alex who walked into your room. He frowned when he saw you shaking and crying, knowing that he was the cause of your pain. He walked over to your bed, pulling out your desk chair and sitting in it beside you. He ran a hand through his tangled hair, sighing and looking down at his hands. God he was so stupid. He let you go, the only person he would open up to, the only person that wasn’t actually afraid of him. He let you go and he felt so stupid. He loved you, he really did, and those words he said to you over a week ago, he didn’t mean them.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I never meant what I said to you. I love you, you do make me happy, and I was so damn stupid to let you go.” He mumbled. Your back was faced to him so he couldn’t tell that you were awake.

“Sorry doesn’t fix everything.” You mumbled, not quite sure if he’d be able to hear you or not. To your surprise he did hear you. His eyes went wide, and you turned around, sitting up in the process. You rubbed you eyes, salt tears washing up on your knuckles. You look down at you lap, fully aware of Alex still sitting in your room and staring at you.  “Don’t look at me like that.”  You snapped, finally turning your head and looking at Alex.

“L-like what?” He stuttered. You rolled your eyes, your e/c landing back on Alex.

“Like we’re still together, you’re staring at me the way you used to when we were dating. God you made it so damn believable. I actually believed you loved me.” You scoffed, shaking your head. “I’m so stupid for thinking you did.” You muttered. Alex shook his head and reached out for your hand but you moved away from him.

 “Y/N,” He sighed. “I’m the stupid one, I’m the one who let you walk out the god damn door. I’m the one who’s making you cry. I’m the one who fucked up, not you so don’t you dare say you’re stupid because you’re not. You are so damn smart, sometimes I can’t even understand you because you’re so smart and you make me full dumb whenever you start going on about something you had learned in class.” He smiled a little as he looked down at his palms, as if he was remembering something.

“Get out.” You say flatly. Alex’s head  snaps upward, his eyes glossy as tears brimmed his waterline.

“What?” He whispered.

“I said get out, if you don’t I’ll make you and you sure as hell don’t want to see how I’m going to do that.” You growled. Alex’s body didn’t move, it’s like his brain wouldn’t allow his limbs to move. Your eyes sparked, a warning signal for him to get the hell out of your room. When he thought he could finally move he made his way to the door, looking back at you before closing it behind him. You let out a shaky breathe, one you didn’t even realize you were holding in.

The rest of the day was spent trying to sleep and everyone slowly coming to your room to give your piles of homework and give you some food. Maybe it was because of the breakup or you were just so depressed, but you couldn’t eat, the thought of eating made you gag.

Around 5:00 - 5:30-ish someone knocked on your door. You wipe your eyes and cough a little before saying, “Come in!” The door creaked open and you were shocked to see Leo standing at the thresh hold of your door. He walked in, leaning against the wall and giving you a small smile.

“Your friend Jean told me you’re room number, thought I’d just come and check up on you before I headed home.” You smiled weakly.

“Thanks Leo, that actually means a lot to me.” He nods.

“So I see that you’re still crying over the idiot who dumped you?” He asked. You chuckled and nodded slightly.

“I actually broke up with him, but there’s no need to tear open the already opened wound, right?” You chuckled to cover up your heart ache. Leo shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess so.” It was silent, and then Leo spoke again. “Well if you ever want to come talk to me or something, you know where I work.” Leo winked, making you blush. “I’ll see you around, Y/N.” He said as he opened the door.

“Yeah, see you around.” You said. He walked out, and with that you were left once again with your aching heart and your sad thoughts.

|| Sketched Love ||

[[request prompt: I loved “Our Love Story” And was wondering if you could write something similar with a Peter Parker x reader where they go to school together and the reader is and artist, and she is always drawing sketches of him during class and stuff? Thanks :)]]

time to work on requests ೕ(•̀ᴗ•́) this time I’m all about writing for my main boi, peter parker

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53, , @nekonerdxox , @pepcvina , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none, just pure fluff that comes with experiencing love for the first time ♡

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anonymous asked:

ooh could you do makeout session headcanons for peter maximoff? thank you!!

I may or may not have a thing for Evan Peters so thank you so much for this.

-Kissing you is definitely his favorite pass time, Well.. That’s the PG answer.

-And it’s almost always in public. Since he really likes to show you off.

-You’ll Be listening to music In the halls and all of a sudden your lips are smashed together and his hands are wandering places. Peter does this so much that you’re not even startled one bit anymore.

-The first time you made out, He was nervous as hell. Since he’d never really done something like that before. But seeing how flustered you got when his face was close to yours made all his fears and anxiety flood away.

-Peter is really fucking talented at making out. You really don’t know how he got so damn good, But you’re very thankful.

-Boy does he love it when you put your hands through his hair to deepen the kiss. he finds it so comforting and sexy all at the same time.

-When Peter kisses you, His world slows down for once. He can live in the moment an enjoy everything around him. It reminds him how perfect you are, and how lucky he is to have you. 

Winter’s Favorite Fics from 2016

Some of these probably weren’t even published in 2016, but I love them and read them 2016. I had to look through all my likes to find these and I want to get these fics out for other people to enjoy and read.
I apologize for the all the fic writers that I may have tagged 10 times.
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anonymous asked:

Peter, for the OTP questions?

  • who worries about what they will look like when they are older?
    • Neither of you! He’s already got grandpa hair so he doesn’t really care and you just like to live in the moment, just like him.
  • who hogs the blanket?
    • He does! You’ll wake up freezing in the middle of the night and you’ll look over and he isn’t even using all of the blanket, half of it is falling of the edge of the bed. It’s a complicated tug of war battle between you and a sleeping Peter.
  • who eats the others uneaten pizza crusts?
    • Peter is! Only because you’l set it down for a second and then the next it’s gone.
      “Sorry babe. Thought you weren’t gonna eat it.”
      “Peter, I set it down so I could grab my drink!”
  • who is more likely to cry over a sad book or movie?
    • You are! He thinks it’s sweet and a little funny but just brushes your tears away and tries not to laugh.
  • who talks smack while playing video games?
    • Peter does, even if you’re not playing with him. He’ll be playing a game and you’ll be doing your homework and all you hear is trash talk. And you just can’t understand, why is he talking smack???? You aren’t playing?????
  • who sings along with the radio?
  • who would enter them both into a talent show?
    • Peter would because he is a little shit but it didn’t go far as you told Charles there was no way in hell that you were doing that.
  • who would accidentally set the kitchen on fire while cooking?
    • Neither of you. Peter learned to cook for his little sister and you have always helped out in the kitchen with your family so you are both seasoned cooks.
  • who would throw the other into a pool?
    • Peter has thrown you into the pool way to many times but sometimes he’s just speeding past you and accidentally bumps into you and you trip into the pool. But no matte, he’s always going to laugh and the look on your face that is a mix of anger and resignation to what just happened.
  • who shops for groceries?
    • You do! If you let him go shopping, he’d probs only get junk food.
  • who kills the spiders?
    • He does. Peter is not a big fan of spiders and when he sees them it’s like the Kill Bill sirens are going off as he stares them down.
  • who is the morning/night person?
    • Peter is morning and you are night.
    • THIS BOI. He was hiding his nervousness with confidence and it wasn’t a big thing that happened. He had taken you out to dinner at a Chinese place downtown and he’d just slid the box across the table and looked at you expectantly.
      “What’s this?” you said, wiping the corner of your lips and reaching out towards the small velvet box.
      “Well, I think you know exactly what it is,” he joked.

“You must think that’s a hell of a time. Personally, I think that’s a hell of a bird.”

better hope you make it | solo

Angel had spent a long time thinking about college.  She’d made a list of pros and cons, considered what it would mean if she did or did not go, and even thought about what her friends would think.  She knew that Jack, Tiana, and Sean all wanted to go.  Hell, she was pretty sure Philip and Peter were behind her attending.  She knew if she didn’t go, she would probably be a hairdresser for the rest of her life, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it wasn’t her dream.  If she did go, she could flunk out, or find out she wasn’t as talented as she thought she was, or not be able to do anything with her major once she graduated.  College would mean improving her skills, being forced to take classes with professors who might not have been successful in their fields, and possibly waking up really early for class and staying up late studying.

As she stood in front of Fableton University, she bit the inside of her cheek and brushed her hair back.  After all of her thinking, she’d decided that she should at least try the whole college thing.  If, after a semester, she decided it wasn’t the right fit for her, then she could stop.  The only question she was faced with now was paying for the whole thing.  She knew that the people closest to her had offered to cover it for her, but she couldn’t give them that chance.  That was why she had decided to sort out a payment plan before telling all of them she’d decided to go to college.

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Boredom- A Peter Pan One-Shot

Title: Boredom
Request: Can you do a one shot were Peter is all cocky and shit until reader-San comes along and is like I’m a boss. But in reality she’s so broken and stuff and he does his best to comfort her and he sucks at it. But in the end lots of fluff and a bit of something else if you know what I mean.
Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader
*Warning: Low Key Smut*

Y/N sat by the fire, braiding her hair in bordem.
“Y/N love what are you doing?” Peter Pan said walking up to her. He sat beside her with a smirk on his face.
“What do you want?” Y/N asked.
“Just saw you were sitting alone and everyone knows a beautiful woman like yourself should never sit alone.” Peter responded.
Y/N rolled her eyes, “Maybe I want to be alone.”
“Come on Y/N what woman in the world wouldn’t wanna be with me?” Peter said.
“Any woman on the earth.” Y/N responded.
“Oh ok I see how it is.” Peter said.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, until Peter spoke up again.
“In all seriousness, what’s wrong Y/N?” Peter asked sincerlly.
“You really want to know? My life’s shit.” Y/N resopnded, “Nothing seems to go right. Being here on Neverland just makes it worse sometimes because all I think about is every having their perfect cookie cutter lifes out in the world. I’m just stuck here.”
“It’s ok. The normal life isn’t fun anyways. Here it is different, but if you take advatage of those differances you can have a great time here.” Peter responded.
“It’s the same rotine here thought, every damn day. You get up, eat, sit, eat, sit, eat, and go back to bed.” Y/N said.
Peter didn’t know what to say, he was horrible at comforting Y/N, “Um, maybe try and do something differant then?”
“See you don’t even know what to say and you’ve lived here for years.” Y/N responded.
“Look, honestly I know what you mean. It does get boring here. How about we go walk in the forest and find something interesting to do?” Peter asked.
“I guess.” Y/N said, standing up.
“You don’t have to if you don’t really want to.” Peter said.
“No, it’s ok. Anything is better than sitting here brading my hair for the hundreth time.” Y/N responded.

They both got up and started to walk around the island.
“Has it always been boring here?” Y/N asked.
“It used to be a lot more boring, when you weren’t here.” Peter said smiling at Y/N.
Y/N blushed, “Well it’s because I don’t fit in here. I’m a girl in an island full of boys.”
“That’s what make you special. You’re amazing, Y/N. Smart, talented, and just gorgeous.” Peter said.
Y/N blushed even harder than before, “You really think so?”
“God yes! Look I’m sorry about earlier when I was being all rude and cocky, I just wanted to make you feel better.” Peter responded.
Y/N turned to face Peter, and their eyes locked together.
“Well you did help me, I feel a lot better now. Thanks.” Y/N said, her face moving towards Peter’s.
“You know if you want, we can make each other feel ten times better, and it sure as hell won’t be boring.” Peter said with lust in his eyes.
“Oh really?” Y/N responded, running her hand up his chest.
“If you want, love.” Peter responded.
She grabbed the collar of his shirt and kissed him.
Their lips moved in sync, their tongues as if they had done this many times before.
Peter pushed her against a tree, one hand on her hip the other holding her face.
Y/N unbuttoned and pulled his shirt off, revealing his toned torso.
With a snap of his fingers, Peter had both of them stripped down to their underwear.
“God you’re beautiful.” Peter said, before kissing Y/N again. She moaned into the deep kiss, awaiting what was to come.
“You sure you want to do this?” Peter asked.
“I’m sure.” Y/N responded.

Within minutes, they were naked and intertwined against the tree moaning each other’s names in ecstasy. It was the single most enchanting moment of their lives.
On that day, all of the boredom and troubles seemed to slip away from their lives, never to return again.


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I have finally met the man that has made the most incredible impact in my life. Peter loved my poster, I had drawn him a poster of every Optimus he has played thus far. He took one look at it and said, “Wow! That’s a hell of a lot of work! You’re really talented!”

and then he looked me in the eye and said, “You made my day.”

But what really hit me was when I told him about my anxiety and depression and how he’s the voice that tells me to keep going, he got tears in his eyes and hugged me super tight. He used his Optimus voice and said “Never give up, never give in.” And I can officially cross that off of my bucket list.



I can’t do this anymore, everybody says I’m a monster, but I never choose to be like this! No matter how hard I try to hide it I always hurt the people around me, then she appears right in front of me “Take revenge” She says stepping closer “Show them who’s the boss” The wicked voice adds filled with evilness, I’m terrified by her, I know what she tries to do and I’m not going to agree, I take a crystal glass and I throw it at her “No!” I scream but she disappears, so the glass impacts in the wall, broken in pieces.

“Don’t fight it, what you have is a gift” She whispers in my ear, I shake my head letting out a tear that runs down my cheek “No, it’s a curse” I breath out in sadness, I feel her disappear and I break down, I start throwing everything in my pass, as I scream with rage, when I’m finished I fall to the ground, I look at my palms covered with badges, I sigh and look at the roof, with my eyes closed I decided to say out loud “I believe”.

A rough breeze opens my window and a shadow with a men appearance and bright yellow eyes comes into my room, I don’t say anything I just stared at him emotionless, he offers me a hand and I take it, before I can say anything we flew out of my life . Although I don’t know where he’s taking me, which makes me want to go back, but why? Nobody cares a shit about me, then what’s the point of going back? I remind silent as we arrived to some kind of camp, I look at the shadow and I nod thankful, and he leaves.

I start walking around but I abruptly stop when I feel the metal of a knife against my throat “Don’t move or you die” A male voice says and I kicked his rib with my elbow, he backs off, and I do a somersault to take the knife before him, I press it upon his face letting out a cocky smirk, and finally I can see his face, his blonde and scarf goes across his face, I pouted playfully “Awe baby blondie was defeated by a girl! What a shame!” I said teasingly and then I stared at him with seriousness “Now, you’re going to take me with who ever rules this place” I say and he nods slowly standing up “But if you try something I’ll slit your throat, got it? I threat him "Yes” He simply says and I make a gesture with my head so he starts walking, he get to a tent and he walks in first “Felix! Why’d you took so long?” I cheerful British accent asks the blondie, so I came in the tent, a brunette with green eyes frowns at the side of me and a cocky smirk is plastered on my lips “I think I found your guard dog” I tease the brunette boy.

“Who are you?” He asks stepping closer, I repeat his action, so now we’re both face to face “Someone you don’t wanna antagonize with” I say staring at him, he lets out a dry laugh and breaks the eye contact to look at the left and then a mischievous smirk is drawn upon his lips before he turns back at me. *first gif*

“I like you” He says seductively I put my hands upon my chest and I fake a loud sigh in relief “Oh thank goodness, I was so worried that you didn’t like me!” I said sarcastically, he chuckles “Peter Pan” he introduce himself “Y/N”


His sword crashed with mine, as the sound of the metal crashing filled our ears I tried to make him back off but he was too strong, when he realized this he smirked triumphant “Gave up already, dolly?” He teased me, I smiled and got closer to his lips “Never” I breath out softly, while he was distracted I kicked his hand with my foot so he let out the sword, I reached it on the air and smiled with satisfaction at Peter and he smiled back but when I was about to get my victory, I saw her, right behind Peter, she smiled from ear to ear and mouth a simple sentence “That’s my monster” I stared at her scared, I was quite sure I paled, and then I understood, I looked at my hands, they were bleeding, almost immediately I dropped the swords and ran away.

“Y/N!” Peter screamed “Stop!” I ignored him and kept running but I had to stop when he appeared right in front of me “What were you thinking?!” He scolded me, she was next to him ones again “Peter’s right, what were you thinking?” She scolded me sarcastically “Leave me alone!” I screamed at her “What’s wrong with you?” Peter asked me and I just looked at him with sadness I wanted to tell him but he would call me monster like everyone else, just thinking about him calling me a monster made me cry and that’s what happened I tried to hold them back but I couldn’t, when he saw the first tear going down my face, he’s expression filled with worry and I ran back to my tent, I curled myself on the bed and buried my face on the pillow to control my sobs as I cried, and before I knew it I felt asleep.


The next day Peter tried to talk to you but he simply couldn’t, you didn’t got out of bed and when he brought you food you just remind silent, he sighed and left, then you felt her presence, you just sighed and turned back at her with an annoyed expression “What do you want Zelena? Didn’t you had enough ruining my life?” You asked tired of playing her wicked games.

“Sweetie” She spoke like a concerned mother you really wanted to laugh but you were so tired of her shit you didn’t bother “I just want to help you, in fact this time I’m real” She ends and you smiled sarcastically and giggled a bit “No shit, and I’m a flying monkey” You tease her as you rolled your eyes.

“I promise, this time I’m not a reflection” She says calmly and you stop in front of her “Prove it” You challenge her, she smiles with evilness and takes your heart, with your eyes wide open by shock you look at her

“Now darling, we have some business to attend” She says as both of you are dragged by her green dust.

Next thing you know is that both of you are in the center of the bonfire with Peter-who stopped playing the flute when you to appeared- “What are you doing here with her heart?” He asks Zelena “Nice to finally meet you in person too, Pan” She teases him sarcastically “I’m Zelena, and she works with me now” She recalls and looks at you “Sweetie, can you show our friend here your…” She stops trying to find an appropriate word “Talent” She ends the sentence and you gulp before you take off the badge of your left hand, instantly you made a sword with your own blood, the sword is strong like the metal and in the tip of it, the sword drips a bit, Peter looks at you shocked

“Impressive, isn’t it?” She says and you get the blood back to your body “You’ll see…” She trails off “There’s a clan called ‘The descendants of hell” She explains “And it turns out that your lost girl here, is one of them! Isn’t it amazing?” She recalls with amusement as a devilish smirk covers her face, you just look at the floor with regret, like a little kid when it’s caught lying to his parents.

“Y/N…” He says and you look up at his deep green eyes, the emotions are clear, amusement, understanding, there were a bunch more but you got out of trance when Zelena called you “Sweetie” She says stepping closer to you, she puts away the hair that covers your ear with delicacy, without breaking the eye contact with the brunette, she place her lips a inch away from your ear and whispers quietly “Attack him” your eyes open widely, but before you knew your hands were already on the air.

He looked at me as I stared to move his hand roughly against his will, he’s eyes locked on mine, the fear in his eyes made me gulp as I continue to my tortuous duty, I crashed the blood of his veins from inside, and then I grabbed his heart, I stopped breathing when I felt his heartbeats on the palm of my hand “Zelena make me stop!” I screamed, but she ignored me “ZELENA! PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME DO IT!” I begged her crying, by the time, Peter looked like a dead body, he was pale and was desperately trying to get air but he couldn’t. Finally she breath out a single word “Enough” I let go the grip on his chest, so he fell to the ground.

“PETER!” I screamed running towards him, I kneel down next to him and cupped his face with my shaking hands, he looked at me with eyes half-closed and grinned a bit “Hey dolly…” He trailed off softly, I smiled and giggled sadly as I stared crying ones more “I’m so sorry Peter” I apologized trying to fight the urge to keep crying, but he shakes his head

“What a beautiful love tragedy” She says sarcastically, that’s it, she crossed the line, I clenched my fists and stood up, I glared at her with pure hate and lift my hand at her chest, she smirks but when she’s about to order me something I pressed the veins from her wrist hurting her “Now I give the orders” I say and she looks at me trying to hide her fear, but failing miserably, as I walk towards her I don’t break the eye contact with her, finally I take my heart and put it back where it belongs.

I take out my blood sword and I buried the sword on her chest, and she opens her mouth in amusement, she looks at the sword buried on her chest and then back at me, I smiled with a strange mixture of evilness and mischief. I take my sword out of her chest, her heart is crossed on my sword, beating slowly, I looked at my sword and smile in satisfaction “Oh, it seems that you’ve been smitten” I tease her as I let out a dark chuckle, I take her heart out of my sword and smash it roughly, turning her heart into dust so she also turns into dust “No more games” I say and turned around, Peter is now in front of me, he tries to get closer but I back off.

“Please don’t get closer” I say, he looks at me hurt

“Y/N…” I shake my head “I’m a monster, I hurt you” I remind him, he’s eyes filled with softness “She forced you” He tries to convince me “I kill her Peter, I turned her heart into dust” I whisper, he lifts my chin up with to fingers so I look straight into he’s dark green orbs *second gif* “You had to stop her, it was the only way” He replies, then he looks at my lips and kissed me like nothing else matters, the kiss is full with passion, carrying, softness, delicacy and despair all in one, and I just kissed him back like nothing else matters.



The Guardian article

One of the most surprising stories we heard was this, from reader John Rogan.

I was at Glasgow School of Art with Peter Capaldi and we formed a band, the Bastards from Hell, with Roddy Murray in late 1978. We asked a friend, Iain McCaig, to play drums.

Peter played guitar and sang, Roddy played guitar and bass, and I played bass and sang. We did swap around a bit as it was beyond both mine and Peter’s musical abilities to sing and play at the same time. It was early, raw rock’n’roll with strong influences of Johnny Kidd and the Pirates, Buddy Holly and late 70s punk. We finished gigs off with [the Sex Pistols’] Pretty Vacant.

The gig photo was taken by Peter’s friend Graham (I think), but I still have the contact sheet printed from his negatives. After this show – I think we were supporting Steel Pulse that night – we changed our name to the Dreamboys, and I played two more gigs with them in early 1979.

Then, tragedy! Peter and Roddy decided I was ‘too scruffy’, ‘not stylish enough’ and ‘didn’t practise enough, either’ and I was unceremoniously kicked out of the band. They were right, by the way, on all three scores – I didn’t take it seriously. Temple Clark took my place and Robert Livsey took over on drums before Craig Ferguson: under that lineup, the Dreamboys released a single, Bela Lugosi’s Birthday.

The Bastards from Hell played a reunion gig for a Glasgow Art School talent show in 1980 and Peter and Roddy kindly let me take lead vocals for two songs, The Twelfth of Never and Roddy’s We Eat Babies.

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Fight- A Robbie Kay One-Shot

Title: Fight
Request: Can you do an imagine where Robbie and You are having an argument and he accidentally hits you. Then you cried and went to your friends house and stayed their for a while. Then Robbie’s manager calls you saying he hasn’t been on set for a while, so you went to you and Robbie’s shared house to check up on him and you saw that it was a wreck and he apologises to you. Lots of fluff at the end. Sorry if this is to detailed
Pairing: Robbie Kay x Reader

“Robbie, just get over it, it was nothing! I did not cheat on you! He was just being flirty with me!” Y/N screamed to her boyfriend, Robbie. Robbie had seen her with a random guy that had his arm around her. Robbie thought Y/N was cheating on him, which she wasn’t.
“Just get out of here, I don’t wanna talk about it! There’s no way I can forgive you and why should I trust what say!” Robbie yelled. He was throwing his arms around, and at one point accidently hit Y/N hard.
“Ow god Robbie!” she said as she started to cry.
“Oh my god Y/N I’m sorry! Please don’t go!” he yelled as Y/N ran out of the house and got in her car. There was no use for Robbie to go get her, so was gone already.
The hit had left a good sized bruise on her arm. She was crying as she drove and started to call a friend.
“Hannah, can I please come to your house? Robbie and I got in a big ass fight and he hit me and I don’t know what to do!” she said sobbing.
“Oh my god Y/N calm down, you can always come over. It’s gonna be ok we can talk about it when you get here.” Y/N’s friend, Hannah, responded. Y/N hung up the phone and continued to drive to Hannah’s house.

When she got to Hannah’s house, she was greeting with a huge hug from her friend.
“I’m so sorry Y/N. Do you wanna talk about it?” Hannah asked as she and Y/N sat down on the couch.
Y/N continued to cry, “I don’t know what happened Hannah. We were fine yesterday!”
“What did you fight about?” Hannah asked.
“He thought I was cheating on him.” Y/N said as she wipped her eyes, “I was out getting lunch and a random guy just came up to me and put his arm around me and started flirting with me. Robbie saw it, and thought I was out with the guy.”
“You’d never cheat on Robbie? Why’d he think that?” asked Hannah, who was very suprised at Robbie’s actions.
“No idea.” Y/N said.

A few minnutes later, Y/N’s phone started to ring.
“Who is it? Robbie?” Hannah asked.
Y/N’s face looked concerned as she looked at who was calling, “Not Robbie, his manager.” Y/N then answered the phone.
“Hello?” she said.
“Hi, Y/N this is Robbie’s manager. Do you know where he is? He was supposed to be on set about 30 minnutes ago. He’s never late.” the manager said.
“I have no idea, I can try and check up on him. Have you called him?” Y/N said, a little bit concerned considering she and Robbie had been in a fight hours earlier.
“Three times. No answer.” the manager said.
“I’ll go and check up on him.” Y/N said.
“Thank you so much.” the manager said as Y/N hung up her phone.
“I’ve got to go check up on him. Is my face still red?” she asked.
“Are you gonna be ok to check on him? And your face is fine now.” Hannah responded.
“He’s still my boyfriend, yes we got in a fight but his well-being comes first. I’ll call you later.” Y/N said as she left Hannah’s house.

When she got back to her and Robbie’s house, his car was still in the driveway. She was relieved, but still worried about his condition inside.
She knocked on the door. No answer.
“Robbie?” she called out. No answer again.
She decided to open the door and just go in.
When first got in the house, she didn’t see or hear anything.
“Robbie? Where are you?” she called out again.
She heard a quiet crying coming from the bedroom.
She approached the door cautiously, “Robbie? You ok?”
She opened the door to see her boyfriend broken down crying on the floor.
“Oh my god Robbie!” she said as she kneeled on the floor and hugged her boyfriend.
Through all the crying, Robbie spoke up and said, “Y/N I’m so sorry baby. I didn’t mean to hit you or hurt you or yell at you.”
“It’s ok I’m just glad you’re ok. Your manager tried to call you and you didn’t answer, so he called me. You were supposed to be on set almost an hour ago now.” Y/N said running her fingers through Robbie’s hair.
“I know I’m just so sorry. I couldn’t go anywhere knowing how pissed you were at me and how much I hurt you. I shouldn’t have thought you were cheating on me.” he said looking in her eyes.
They hugged in silence for a few moments.
“I’m never going to do anything like that again. Why do you even stay with me anyways, I’m such a jerk to you sometimes.” Robbie said.
“I stay with you because I love you, you’re the sweetest, mort gorgeous, most talented guy I’ve ever met. We’ve been through so much together I couldn’t not be with you.” she said smiling.
“You’re amazing. I love you so much.” he said hugging her again.
“We ok now then?” Y/N asked.
Robbie answered her with a passionate kiss.
“I’ll take that as a yes?” Y/N said after they broke the kiss.
“Hell yes.” Robbie said, as he pulled her in again for another kiss.


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Carl's 2004 interview in Japanese magazine
  • Carl: For the last few months, he [Peter] has never even listened to anyone or anything... I don't know what to do anymore. And I am not really a strong person myself ... Our relationship when I just met Peter was completely opposite to what it is right now. During that time I was depressed just like Peter is, and I was thinking only about death everyday. And Peter is the one who always encouraged me, saying, "You've got music. Are you going to die with your talent unrewarded and buried inside? Everyone is gonna die in the end anyway, so you should try and see how far we can go with music before you die.
  • Interviewer: That's actually very surprising. We are used to seeing you being always cheerful unlike Peter, who easily bursts into tears or loses his temper.
  • Carl: It's called a mask. [...] Basically, Peter and I have a very similar nature ... That's why it gets out of control when we clash. We have had a relationship like this for many years. It's really tough ... it's like hell.
  • Interviewer: From your frank observation, how much of a possibility do you think there is of Peter coming back to the band in the near future?
  • Carl: ......
  • Interviewer: Do you want Peter to come back, to be honest?
  • Carl: I do, of course I do (bursts into tears). Peter is the only person I could trust for so long. I cannot express my feelings by words like lonely or left behind. It's like something was suddenly scooped out from the inside of me. ... To tell the truth, I have a twin brother who died when I was a child. And Peter would say to me, "Even if no one stays around you in the future, I will never leave you, because I am a reincarnation of your lost twin brother." I still believe what he said then. And I believe that he will come back to me, no matter how long it would take.
  • Rockin'on (September 2004)

“Bob Mitchum was one of the good guys. He was a smoker of cigarettes and cigars, a drinker of Irish and Scotch whiskey in large quantities, and a smoker of hashish and sinsemilla marijuana joints the size of White Owl cigars. He did 2 months in jail in 1949 for smoking pot when the cops set him up through an informer. But he was a tough guy too, “rode the rails” as a boy, and was on a chain gang in Georgia at 14 for vagrancy, escaped, and later had 27 fights as a professional boxer. His sardonic comment on the California jail was: ‘It was just like Palm Springs — but without the riff-raff.”

“He was born in 1917 and he died, of emphysema and lung cancer, in 1997. How did this talented actor and hell-raiser survive for nearly eighty years? He must have had leather lungs, a cast-iron stomach and the metabolism of a uranium burner. Or somebody up there certainly liked him, and kept him going, with his jokes and his storytelling, his sense of humor and his sarcastic jabs at fellow actors.” –Author Peter Kingsley

The Time Of The Doctor..........?

I’ve watched The Time Of The Doctor four times today hoping, begging that I was missing something. That I would watch it one time and everything would finally click and it would be magical, but the plot problems with this episode are hard to miss and pointing them out almost feels like kicking someone while they’re down, but I’ll do so anyway because I feel like I might explode if I don’t. Before I go into it I’ll add that I’ve loved and supported Moffat up until this point. I’ve done so to the extent that I’ve gotten into long-winded and deep meta arguments with “Moffat haters” before because I’ve always believed people were too hard on him. That was until today. I may have nothing but respect for the man, but I’m not blind. He fucked this one up and he fucked it up bad.

These are my four major and kind of unforgivable issues with the episode and the other lesser irritating things are below the cut:

  • Let’s start with the most basic and obvious one. If the Doctor doesn’t die and get buried in Trenzalore then Clara never jumps into his time stream and he never meets her at the Asylum or with the Snowmen. This means he never comes looking for her meaning she’s never there to stop him from killing the Time Lords meaning the Time Lords don’t exist anymore. He basically retconed his own retcon after a single episode. I can’t even begin to wrap my head around this one.
  • Wasn’t the whole point of the Weeping Angels that if they touch you, you’re basically kind of fucked? Clara willingly touched one and then that thing held on to her for quite a bit and nothing happened. To make matters worse, Moffat invented the damn Angels. He’s literally killing his own continuity at this point. PLEASE SOMEONE EXPLAIN THIS ONE TO ME.
  • The time vortex killed Jack in Season 3 and being conceived while traveling through it made Melody/River basically half Time Lord…but Clara was somehow directly exposed for what seems to be quite a long while and survived it unscathed with nothing more than being a little cold. Good one Moff! ::bangs head against the wall repeatedly::
  • The Doctor abandons Clara after he looks her square in the eye and promises her he won’t. Not necessarily a structural problem, but as a hardcore Whouffle shipper this was just wrong on so many levels. Tasha, who is basically a stranger to Clara, had to come get her because Eleven just dumped her on her lawn and left to go back to a boy he barely really knew. He willingly hurt his Impossible Girl for a random kid. That hurt me. Deep. You just can’t develop a relationship of trust like the one these two had, have the audience believe in said relationship, and then disrespect it and betray it so deeply like this. I honestly kind of felt personally insulted by this one. Adding more insult to injury, we didn’t even get proper closure on Souffez. You don’t want to give us a kiss or big romantic love declarations? FINE. But she deserved more than the lousy “Goodbye” she got before he went to face the Daleks. They both deserved so much more. Certainly more than a childish “I fancy him” on the truth field. Where was the emotional depth this episode called for? It certainly wasn’t in the regeneration scene either…but more on that later.

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