How The Inevitable Filler Episodes Are Gonna Go Down
<b>Lars:</b> Oh thank god, you're here! Where were you? It's been months!<p/><b>Steven:</b> See, we were going to save you, but then there was this really kooky side plot where Peridot ran for mayor, and then Onion<p/><b>Lars:</b> Steven<p/><b>Steven:</b> wanted help running a lemonade stand, but he was using unethical business practices so we had to shut him down, and then<p/><b>Lars:</b> Steven<p/><b>Steven:</b> Pearl got upset about something, fusion mom and purple were also there. There was a lot of crying and a little singing and<p/><b>Lars:</b> Steven I Could Have Died<p/></p>
I want to know how this conversation went during filming. Was it “Hey Mike, we want you to do a totally sick barrel roll through the tent screen.” or was it his own idea like “Hey, how about instead of just running out of the tent like everyone else, I do a barrel roll out the side of it. It’ll be RAD.”
ahh your kang daniel au was so cute, i absolutely adore all of your university au's anxiwmxomw 😭 if you wouldn't mind, could you maybe do one for ong seongwoo as well? thank you so much, angel, have a great day!! 💖
like ten people asked for ong,,,so here’s his mini college au~~ find kang daniel (here) ^^
major: interior design
sports: did football team with daniel for like a week,,,,dropped it and picked up swimming instead LOL
when people first meet him they all think he’s a serious like physics major who wants to be an engineer or a doctor,,,,,like he’s handsome and smart,,,,straight from a webcomic kinda boy
bUT jokes on them he’s into interior design and likes looking at textiles and getting excited over his new ikea catalogue coming in the mail
actually despises the fact that you need to take college algebra for the major because like ugh maTH
tried to bribe daehwi into doing his homework for him but daehwi was like 50 bucks or i suddenly cant do simple addition and seongwoo was like im bROKE
and daehwi was like hmmm too bad ask daniel or something
is bestfriends and roommates with daniel which is really funny because one side of the room is covered in drawings and designs with messy canvas bags full of fabric samples and sketchbooks ,,,,,, while the other side is strung up with posters on medical safety procedures and daniels leaning tower of paramedic course books
but their friendship is super cute seongwoo keeps going like “bro if we’re both sad and alone at 40 lets just adopt a dog together or something-” and daniel is like “that sounds good but no dog. 12 cats.”
but again they’re both like heartthrobs on campus,,,,there’s a fanclub dedicated to gushing over seongwoo when he’s in the library studying just because everyone wants to see that handsome side profile tbh
little do they know that virtually every close friend of his has like 3943 photos of seongwoo doing the ugLIEST faces on snapchat and shit for the Memes
jisung and him are in an ongoing rivalry for who has the superior shocked face they have contests like every time they meet up LOL
you’re actually friends with seongwoo through a class you take together,,,that dreaded college algebra,,,, and one day seongwoo tells you that he likes to drum
which is ,,,,,,like a dream of yours,,,,,you’ve always wanted to learn how to play and you practically beG him to teach you
and seongwoo being seongwoo is like ,,,,,,,, give me the answers to this weeks homework and i will
and ur like FINE but ,,,,idk if the answers will be write and seongwoo shrugs like it doesn’t matter as long as i don’t need to look @ numbers,,,,im good
so you agree to meet up in the music department later like at 8 and when you get there thankfully the drum set for the college band is free
and you sit down eagerly,,,,trying to do a flip of the sticks before seongwoo takes them away and you’re like HEY and he’s like “first things first - cool drummers dont flip their sticks in the air like fools”
and ur like -____- fine whatever where do we start then
and for a couple of weeks you and seongwoo meet up in the evenings so he can teach you
and at first it’s super casual and fun,,,you guys talk about how much you hate college algebra,,,how you keep seeing minki’s face on flyers for student government elections,,,,,how the lights in all the dorms flicker for like a good three minutes before actually turning off
like the usual,,,and then one day you’re sitting,,,,trying out a technique seongwoo showed you but you keep skipping a part
so he comes over,,,,,putting his arms around you from behind and settling them on your wrists so e can guide your hands
and for the first time,,,,,you’re hyper aware of how,,,,,close seongwoo is
how he smells like fresh laundry,,,,how the vein running up his arm looks,,,,and when you make the mistake of turning your face to see him
,,,,,,you highlight the sharp curve of his jaw,,,his dark and alluring eyes,,,,the perfect slope of his nose,,,,and his neck,,,,,
the warmth of his body makes you suddenly freeze up and when seongwoo notices how tense your arm has gotten he lets go,,,,
and for a second neither of you say anything
seongwoo opens his mouth but you just shake your head before he can speak
and you’re like “no, i know. don’t say it,,,i know you,,,,aren’t interested,,,,and i made it awkward,,,,,im sorry- im going to go-”
and seongwoo seems like he wants to grab you before you can go but you escape his outstretched arm just in time to run out
seongwoo left standing in the room,,,,,,confused and hurt as you make your way toward the dorms telling yourself over and over
that you ruined it,,,,a good friendship,,,,,with the sudden realization that you didn’t want just friendship at all did you,,,,
and it’s not like you skip college algebra because of seongwoo noooo haha you totally got sick and had to not come
but,,,,,,you know sooner or later you’re going to have to see him but you really r e a l l y dont want too
unfortunately,,,, it comes even sooner because someone knocks on your dorm and you think it’s your roommate,,,but when you open it
seongwoo is there,,,,
and you’re like “w-what is it?” and he’s like looking down but when he meets your eyes he gives you that smile,,,,the one with the dimple and it makes your heart hurt but he waves the textbook he brought with him and he’s like “since you were sick,,,,i thought i should come and help you catch up?”
and you know seongwoo hates that class,,,that he’d never tutor someone else in it,,,,,let alone you so you want to shut the door and tell him you’re still sick
but seongwoo pulls a mask out of his pocket and is like ‘i can wear this so you don’t cough on me!!’ and you cant tell if he’s being silly or if he really just wants to talk to you
so you end up sitting beside each other on your bed and it’s,,,,,awkward until seongwoo finally takes a deep breath and turns to you
“you said you knew i wasn’t interested,,,,,but how could you say that?”
you kind of frown and you’re like,,,because we ,,,,,are just friends? you’ve never made any moves and you’re swarmed by people liking you all the time what is there-”
but seongwoo puts up his hand and is like “ok, but do i devote my time to those people? to teach them to play drums? to laugh with them in class? outside of class? do you know i blew of daniel for you,,,,,that’s a lot coming from me that dudes my soulmate”
and ur like ?????? wait so is it daniel or - and seongwoo is like nO like my bro soulmate but you,,,,,,it’s different i,,,,
he seems to suddenly get shy,,,,scratching at his cheek and you’re like ??? and he’s like “when i was,,,,,teaching you,,,with my hands on yours,,,,,,,i wanted to,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,it’s hard to say this but i wanted to pull you closer,,,,,,,,god this is embarrassing,,,,,”
and you’ve never seen seongwoo blush until now and like,,,,,it’s so fREAKING cute that you just need to scoot closer
and seongwoo is like !
and you’re like “,,,,,i,,,,,wanted you to hold me closer too.”
with a small smile he turns his body toward you,,,opening his arms and he’s like “well,,,,i can still do that. come here.”
and you can’t believe it but you and seongwoo fall back onto your bed,,,,you in his arms laughing at how silly this is
and seongwoo leans down,,,,brushing your hair from your face and he’s about to kiss you when the doorknob turns and you’re like mY ROOMMATE
and you throw him a bit and soengwoo ends up on the floor,,,hair a mess and eyes wide and you’re like sitting on the bed and ur roommate is just like oh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,ill come back in twenty bye
and with that you and seongwoo let out a sigh but he climbs back up on the bed and starts tickling you because oW thrOWING HIM OFF WAS thaT NECESSARY
dating college!seongwoo: he totally misplaces everything like he cant even find his own notebook so you’d probably have to be the one to be like seongwoo no no your laptop is under the desk drawer and your sketch book is on the shelf no no not the bottom shelf babe listen to me-, he looks extra fluffy in the mornings when he’s still got his hair uncombed and his eyes are sleepy but he’s also super soft because his voice gets lower and he just wants to cuddle, like seriously seongwoo just always wants to cuddle and hold hands, you could both be sweltering out in the sun on the quad and no matter how sweaty your palms get he’ll be like no we need to hold onto each other i need everyone to know you’re with me, pretends to not know that he’s being sexy when he’s laying down and his shirt is pulled up a little and he keeps pocking his tongue out to run across his lips and ur like seongwoo dont do that i need to study and he’s like do what~ and ur like oh my god,,,,,sends you random close ups of parts of his face and is like am i handsome~ do u still love me~, is a lil jealous that you and daniel get along so well but also is really happy because whenever you guys hangout together it’s a blast, does the occasional corny thing like buys you a big teddy bear that he names after himself or does a dance to try get you to give him extra kisses but it’s all worth it because he’s adorable, wants matching sweaters soooo bad and keeps dropping hints, likes when you sit in his lap and he plays with your hair while you read outloud to him, whenever you’re a little upset or scared he sings gently against your ear and it calms you down, when you can you take baths together and he keeps trying to get you to make him a bubble beard LOL
I read something about flowers a long time ago and to this day, I still remember it. What does a flower need to grow? Sunlight– very, very important. All of the vitamins inside a condense ray of life. Water– balance. Different weather brings different clouds, different colored clouds, different wind, different rain. Fertile ground– something like a blank piece of paper, we need to have space to write, we need to have a spot to grow. Inside of a vase, near a windowsill. Outside in the yard, the garden of your heart. But there’s something missing. Every florist kinda knows, it needs love. Something that can’t be imitated. You can’t fake love, if you can kudos to you. I’m talking about real, all out warfare shoot me with cupid’s arrows several times into my chest if that is what it’s going to take in order for you to grow. Humans aren’t too different. We need to feel the sun rush into our skin. We want to have a thirst for life, so we kiss in the rain and run our excuses as to why it’s going to be totally worth getting sick. It’s not the notebook, but it can still be our book kind of story. We need middle ground, an environment that’s just right– nothing hostile. A high school teacher once told me that if a human goes a few days without human contact, she or he could possibly fall ill or become extremely disillusioned– love, light in its way, heavy in its attempts to stay, however you get this love– it’s important for growth. Sometimes self-love is more important than loving someone. Sometimes loving someone is more important than self-love. It goes to say, love… It’s magic.
Saw the prompt from this post that someone reblogged. (Take a look at the list, there are so many good ideas!)
Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this
“No,” Derek says easily, without even looking up from his book. Erica groans and flops into the chair opposite him, nearly upsetting his mug of hot chocolate.
“Seriously?” she says, bracing both elbows on the table and leaning toward him. “At least hear me out.”
“He’s cute, Der! I think you’d really like him.”
“Absolutely not. You have a terrible track record with set-ups.”
Erica has the decency to wince, at least, and drop her gaze from Derek’s. “But you’re a catch, Der, and you deserve someone who can make you happy. And since you don’t want to date me—”
“You don’t want to date me, either,” he reminds her, but she just rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, whatever. But seriously. You’re great.”
“I thought I was grumpy and terrible with people?” he asks, parroting her words from after the last failed date, and she huffs.
“Please?” she wheedles, poking her lower lips out a bit. “For me. If it goes badly, I’ll never try to set you up again.”
Derek sighs. Fuck.
His facial expressions must be more transparent than he thinks because Erica’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, you’re gonna say yes.”
Derek scowls at her. “Just coffee,” he says firmly. At least that way, he can get it in a to-go cup and make a neat escape after five minutes if he needs to. “No dinner, no movie, no activities.”
“Fine,” she says quickly, digging in her jeans pocket for her phone. “You got it.”
“This is not gonna end well,” he warns her, but she just waves her hand without looking up from her phone.
“Have some faith, Der,” she says, patting him on the hand absently while she pushes her chair back and stands up. “I can’t wait to tell Stiles.”
Derek blinks, watching Erica walk away.
“Wait, what the hell is a Stiles?” he calls after her.
Sorry but I gotta post this separate again. Look at his perfect uncomfortable face.
Headcanon context for Object Head Flug:
Blackhat can still feel and partially control the hat (which is part of his body) while Flug is possessing it. He also sees through the eyes in the hat at the same time as his own. When he shape shifts by himself he isn’t affected, but having no control over their angle or perspective totally makes him motion sick.
If Flug puts effort into it he would be able to possess the entirety of Blackhat, if they practised it maybe, cause it would be a tug-of-war-of-will that Blackhat would win. Unless he wants to let Flug do that I guess. But it would be a huge effort for both of them.
Possessing the hat as a head (freely given) is actually a lot easier for Flug, because he doesn’t have to put any energy into animating it against the objects ‘habit’ as the hat already has a habit of shifting.
Flug can influence objects he uses as head going by the objects ‘habits’ or ‘cliche’ of how they normally function or are viewed, and symbolism. The paper bag and goggles combo acts like there is a physical head inside, because in the context/cliche of having a paper bag over your head to hide your face. It’s expected of the object, so he can make it happen. If there were eyes drawn on the bag with sharpie then he could totally animate them to blink and look around, because of the symbolism of eyes. He would also see with them.
Without a head, or a head with ‘eyes’, Flug cannot properly see, but he gets concepts of his environment, and can easily feel around with the vapours without much issue, they have a range of a couple meters when stretched thin. Reading is a bit of a challenge though. Writing would be fine I imagine, if not the neatest.
Similar for a mouth, a symbol for a mouth, or the expectancy for one to be there (paperbag), he can talk when he has no head, but is much clearer and louder to hear if he has something to channel his voice through.
He can make things behave against their cliche/habit/expectation, but it takes a lot more effort, energy and concentration. Also the (much) bigger than a head, or smaller than his basic glowing sphere and object is, the harder it is to use/keep it as a head.
This month was a little rough on me work wise, so if I missed something, I am so sorry! As I get busier at work, this may evolve into something else, but we will see what happens (I am open to suggestions via ask). Thank you to all the amazing writings that grace us each and every day with their talents!
Feel free to tag me in your works, but please be aware that I do not rec everything I read and sometimes the tags just don’t work. I am trying something a little new this month and that is a spotlight, meaning if I could only rec one or two fics this month for y’all to read, what would it be - catch it at the end. Sorry this got a little long! Not really sorry ;)
If you follow her and have read anything Nicole has written, you already know she has a beautiful gift for fluff, among other things. Although I love 99.99% of what she has written, this piece really took me back to why I fell in love with her writing in the first place and is probably the best piece I have read all year. Do yourself a favor and go read it. If you are not following her, do that too; stalk her master list (totally worth calling in sick for!) and let yourself get pulled into the world she creates through her words.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~yeah, I know, I couldn’t decide one just one!
My dear @tankcupcakes has written much Supernatural Fanfiction, but her first series, Thunder Road, blew me away. I have been fortunate enough to develop a relationship with this amazing woman outside of Tumblr and was humbled (and very giddy) when she asked for some feedback for the sequel, Into The Mystic. If I thought Thunder Road was good, this sequel is fucking amazing! I absolutely cannot wait for more chapters. If you are not following this gem, go do it; she is totally worth it. If you have not read Thunder Road and Into The Mystic, what are you doing with your time? I know there are a ton of blogs out there for you to follow and before you know it, you are following more than 300 blogs, but add @tankcupcakes to your list; you won’t regret it!
Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?
Word Count: 3k+
A/N: im alive, still! ((thankfully)) here is chapter 12 for yall ! its a bit steamy so, sexual warning (?) i guess. brace yourselves, bc this was something beyond me. hope you guys enjoy ! :] x
“The parties here in Tokyo are amazing!” Taka, the lead singer of One OK Rock, gushed. He, along with his band mates, were touring you guys down Tokyo, the busiest and biggest city in the world (though it still fights that title with the Big Apple). The tall buildings were brightly lit with screens of commercials and Japanese icons. You couldn’t help but become fascinated with it.
@trashasaurusrex Duuuude I was so inspired by your doodles of Nick and Hopps in psg’s art style!! ^^ /so edgy!!/ and I was like, ‘Yoooo y'know who’d look totally sick in this style?? ;)’ ^ Isabelle! ^ so yeah I drew her ~
WHAT IF READER WAS A FRIENDLY RIVAL SUPERHERO TO SUPERGIRL AND THEY TEASE EACH OTHER DURING FIGHTS AND THEY KEEP SCORE OF WHO HAS THE SICKEST ONE LINER
Y/S/N : Your Superhero Name
You didn’t specify the reader’s powers, so I basically made her into a female Deadpool, with regenerative powers.
ALSO THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE I LOVE THE IDEA OF SUPERGIRL HAVING A FRIENDLY RIVAL SUPERHERO ITS SO CUTE
You slam your knee into the drug lord’s ribs and punch him when he doubles over in pain. The satisfying sound of your fist connecting with his face gives you the motivation to continue on, fighting off the rest of his goons.
“As fun as this is,” you say between punches. “Game of Thrones is on tonight, and if you make me miss it, Ned Stark won’t be the only one without a head.”
The criminals don’t seem to get the reference, or maybe they just don’t care.
You calmly pick up one of them and throw them across the room, knocking down a couple of other men in the process, like a game of human bowling.
“Hole in one!” You exclaim. “Or is that golf?” You shrug, making a mental note to brush up on your sports terminology.
You realize you’re talking to yourself and there’s two neat piles of unconscious men at your feet. You silently congratulate yourself for being an amazing, competent and kickass superhero.
You smile smugly when the cops arrive to arrest the drug lord and his henchman. You spot Maggie and give her a thumbs up. She gives you a dimpled smile, returning the gesture.
“You can tell Supergirl I beat her to this one.” You say, saluting your favorite cop with two fingers before running off into the night.
“Y/S/N says hi.” Maggie grins at Kara as she wraps her arm around her girlfriend.
“Didn’t she stop the infamous drug lord Mr.X last night?” Alex says.
Maggie nods. “She wants Supergirl to know she beat her to it.”
Kara laughs, then smirks as she says: “Oh, it’s on.”
Alex sighs. “You’re way too competitive. Aren’t you both on the same side?”
Kara shrugs. “Nothing wrong with a little friendly superhero competition.”
When Kara gets the call that a pro-alien rally is being attacked by CADMUS, she heads straight over.
Cyborg Superman is on site, inflicting terror on anyone within his reach.
“How can you support those freaks?” He shouts, blasting a laser beam through a parked car, damaging whatever stands in his way. “They should go back where they came from. Or better yet, we should just exterminate them.”
“I don’t think so, pal.” Supergirl swoops down with ease, slamming her fist into the pavement as she lands in front of Cyborg Superman. Spider-like cracks form around her, and she slowly rises, glaring at the CADMUS created creature in front of her.
“Stop this, right now.” She demands, her voice dropping an octave lower like it always does when she speaks as Supergirl.
“You shouldn’t have come.” He spits, his voice dripping with disdain. “Stupid girl.”
“Actually, its Supergirl, not Stupidgirl. But whatever, I mix them up too sometimes. Easy mistake.” You appear by Kara’s side, grinning like a toddler who just saw a chocolate fountain.
You pat your fellow superhero on the back. "My girl here can knock you across the galaxy. So as menacing as your second grade vocabulary is, I’d shut my rusty, poor excuse for a robot mouth if I were you"
This only seems to anger Cyborg Superman, and he launches himself at you, grabbing your neck with his CADMUS enhanced arm, his gripping tightening on you has he backs you up into the nearest wall.
“Can’t make any wise remarks if I crush your vocal cords, now can you?”
You try to reply with something very intelligent and witty like: Fuck you, you robotic lab rat or Eat my amazingly round and extremely breathtaking ass but you seem to be at a loss for words. As in, you were being chocked to death.
You reach for the handgun in your belt, trying not to focus on the amount of air you were losing. Your grip tightens on your weapon as you yank it out of your holster and aim it at Cyborg Superman’s face. You pull the trigger and laugh as his neck snaps back and he stumbles off you.
“Jokes on you, asshole. My vocal cords would’ve grown back. Probably.”
As much as you want your expertly taken shot to his face to end him, it doesn’t do much damage. Cyborg Superman is back on you in seconds, but this time, you’re ready. You pull out your two swords and charge.
The clang of metal against metal rings in the street, your swords slamming continuously against his arm at a steady pace.
You leave little marks here and there, slashing and jabbing at his stomach and legs. But there’s only so much you can do before you slip up.
You lift your sword up for a final blow, but Cyborg Superman anticipates your move and knocks your sword out of your hand, quickly moving to grab your second one. He flips it around and brings it down onto your wrist, slicing your hand off.
The sword clatters to the ground, your hand falling down with it.
“Holy shit, that hurt like a bitch! Fucking hell.” You slowly lift your arm up, staring the spot where your hand used to be. “Shit. That’s going to take some time to grow back.”
Cyborg Superman was making his way toward you again when Supergirl appears, grabbing him from behind and throwing him into the nearest building.
“It’s about time. Where the hell where you?” You pick up your swords, one at a time, and return them to there place, crossed in an x form across your back.
“Saving civilians. CADMUS unleashed some sort of toxic gas on the city, but I got them out of there in time and the DEO arrived to contain the gas.”
“Well you saved all those civilians, which is good and all, but do you have any sick ass one liners? Ha, didn’t think so.” You wiggle your detached hand in her face.
Supergirl laughs at the sight of you, her friendly rival superhero, fully decked out in your red spandex suit and black weapon’s belt, holding one of your own cut off hands, nonchalantly waving it in the air like it wasn’t one of your limbs.
“You’re gross.” Supergirl smirks at you. “And I totally have sick one liners.”
You raise your eyebrows. “Oh really?” You taunt.
You’re about to tell the Kryptonian that there’s no way she has better one liners than you when Cyborg Superman is suddenly at Supergirl’s side, punching her with all the force in his metal arm. She is sent flying across the street, smashing a hole into a small shop’s glass window.
The blond is on her feet in seconds, flying up and quickly crashing down into him, knocking him into the ground. He reacts quickly, rolling to the side as Supergirl goes in for another punch. He grabs her by the neck and slam her into the pavement.
“Go back to your dead planet, Supergirl.” Cyborg Superman says her name like she’s pure filth, spitting it out with such disgust and contempt.
“Hey Dickbot! Need a hand?” You shout from the roof of the small shop, smiling. You jump down, landing gracefully, and throw your actual hand at him, hitting the CADMUS soldier in the face with a loud thump.
Shocked and maybe even a little grossed out, Cyborg Superman releases his grip on Supergirl, just enough for her to break free and give him a roundhouse kick in the jaw. He crumples onto the floor, and she steps over him, delivering the finishing blow, knocking him out cold.
“You really shouldn’t have come.” She says, mimicking his condescending tone from earlier.
You pick up the hand you threw at Cyborg Superman and use it to clap for Supergirl, smacking it against your stump, creating an odd sort of clapping noise.
“That’s some good shit, right there. 10 out of 10 for style, form, and sick one liners. Great job.”
You both smile at each other, another menace stopped, thanks to Supergirl and and Y/S/N, National City’s heroes.