Why stress now

a fan asked changkyun how do you wish to appear in my memories 10 years later, he answered “that i gave you happiness”  if this isn’t the most realistic answer then idk what is and it hits you hard at how true this is ;’(

On Kadara

Ryder: *does something*

SAM: Pathfinder, maybe you should ask Mr Vidal about Something.

Ryder: it’s just a pebble in my shoe, SAM

SAM: well maybe Mr Vidal has information on that pebble

Please let this picture of baby Nymeria brighten up your day! 

Come Back to Me (Part One)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: No, but taken from this prompt list: “Just… come back alive, okay?”
Genre: Low-key angst??
Warnings: Spiderman Homecoming spoilers
Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

Originally posted by j-murphy

Your best friend had raved on and on about asking his crush to the dance, and when he finally did it, you were the first he told. You pretended to be excited for him, and in a small way, you genuinely were. But when you thought of Liz slow-dancing with Peter instead of you, and him kissing her at the end of the night and not you, the excitement for him was largely overshadowed by sadness, because it would never be you. He would never have feelings for you.

So when you saw Liz walk into the Homecoming dance without Peter on her arm, your eyebrows furrowed. She walked around, greeting people everywhere around her, when she made her way to your group with Ned and Michelle. 

“Hey guys!” She said excitedly and smiled, and you forced a smile back. She was a nice girl; you couldn’t deny that. She was good for Peter.

“Hey,” you said back. “Where’s Peter? I thought he’d be with you,” you tried to keep your voice casual, but Michelle caught your eye and smirked. She knew your secret. 

“Oh, he’s in the car with my dad. He should be here soon,” she smiled again, dazzling one, before excusing herself to greet more partygoers. You turned around to face your two friends, fake smile still on your face.

“You okay?” Ned asked, a sympathetic expression on his face that you didn’t see often. He knew your secret too.

(It wasn’t much of a secret to anyone but Peter.)

“I’m okay,” you gave a real smile this time, and his eyes shifted to somewhere behind you. You stiffened, knowing your best friend was here. You turned around, seeing a panicked look on his face, but you knew that you were the only one who could tell his expression. You’d known each other for years; you knew all of his in-and-outs.

He went up to Liz and tapped her on the shoulder, and as he spoke to her, you saw his expression become guilty. You couldn’t see Liz’s because her back was turned to you, but you were sure it wasn’t pleasant. You saw him mouth ‘I’m sorry’ before sprinting through the gym doors and into the hallways of the school. 

Before you knew what you were doing, you were running after him. You abandoned your shoes after crashing through the gym doors and followed him barefoot. “Peter!” You yelled and turned another corner, but he continued to sprint farther ahead of you. After yelling his name again and turning a few more corners he stopped in front of a set of lockers and turned around to look at you.

“(Y/N), go back to the dance,” he said, the panic now even more evident on his face.

“No,” you said stubbornly. “What do you think you’re doing? You’ve been looking forward to this for so long!” 

He simply shook his head before grabbing you by the shoulders and turning you around. “You need to go. Now.”

“No!” You pushed his hands away from you. He looked at you desperately. “What is going on with you?”

He turned away again and mumbled under his breath, pacing back and forth. 

“Peter,” you said his name again, softer this time, and grabbed his hand to stop his pacing. “I’m your best friend. You can tell me anything,” you say, ignoring the feeling erupting in your chest from him squeezing your hand. 

“I know, I know,” he whispered and stayed silent for a few moments, staring down at your connected hands, before sighing, pulling away from you, and turning towards the lockers again. He bent down and pulled the bottom of the lockers, and you gasped in shock when the wall of lockers lifted up to reveal a small crevice filled with multiple things. 

Peter pulled out a ball of red and blue fabric and unrolled it, then turned around to show you it. You stared at try fabric in his hands, seeing the spider on the front and the mask with goggles falling to the side. You stared at it, and stared at it, and stared at it, before it finally clicked. You had seen this suit on the news multiple times before, clad on a mystery man you had always found so brave. 

You looked up at Peter and noticed his nervous expression matching yours. “Why do you have Spiderman’s suit, Pete?” You whispered, and you knew why he had it, you knew, but you couldn’t bring yourself to comprehend it. 

“You know why, (Y/N),” he sighed and looked down at the wrinkled fabric in his hands. 

“I need to hear you say it,” your voice was still quiet, and you looked down at the suit again. 

“I’m Spiderman,” Peter finally said, and your resolve crumbled. Tears flooded your eyes and your vision became blurry, and a few tears fell down your cheeks.  You weren’t sure why you were crying. You didn’t know if it was the betrayal of him not telling you, or the fear of him getting hurt, or something else entirely. But the tears continued to fall. 

“(Y/N),” he sighed again, and pulled you into a hug. “It’s okay. Why are you crying?”

“I don’t know,” you sobbed and laughed and cried, and Peter hugged you and rubbed your back until you could compose yourself. You pulled back from him after a few minutes and wiped your face with your hands, sure you looked like a mess. “But why are you leaving now?”

He sighed for what seemed like the millionth time in the last few minutes. “You know the guy that I’ve been fighting? All the news channels have been talking about it. Or, who Spiderman has been fighting.”

You nodded. “That bird dude?” Peter laughed, a real smile on his face that made you smile too.

“Yeah, yeah, the bird dude.” He chuckled and looked down at his feet before beginning to back away. “I gotta go. He’s gonna steal from Mr. Stark’s plane, and I need to stop him.”

“But why now,” you stressed, taking steps closer to him. “It’s our Homecoming.”

“He’s Liz’s dad,” he said, not actually answering the question, and you gasped.

“Liz’s dad?” Peter nodded. “Does she know?” He shook his head, backing away again.

“I really have to go, (Y/N),” he said, and went to turn around. 

“Wait!” You grabbed his hand again, and he looked at you expectantly. “I, um,” you wanted to tell him, you needed to tell him before it was too late. But you didn’t want to burden him before he went to risk his life. So instead of telling him what you desperately wanted to, you pulled him into a hug. 

He breathed deeply, resting his chin on top of your head as you listened to his heartbeat under your ear. You pulled back the slightest bit to look him in the eyes. “Just… come back alive, okay?” 

He smiled lightly and moved his hands from your back to your hands. “I always do.” He squeezed them once and let go, grabbing the suit from where he dropped it on the floor and running away from you. You sniffed loudly as he turned a corner, disappearing from your vision, and the sound echoed through the empty hallways. 

You began to walk back to the dance, wiping at your face again and collecting your discarded shoes to make yourself presentable. And as you made your way through the school by yourself, you thought, Good luck, Spiderman.

This is my first Peter piece that I’ve written in a while, so I hope everyone liked it! Feedback is always welcome! Requests for Tom Holland and Peter Parker imagines are open, so feel free to send one in! 



here’s a Megatron poster design thingy I made for my AP Art II teacher!! :0 in class he’d call me Megatron every now and again and it pretty much just kinda became my nickname lol. Sometimes we’d talk about Star Wars and Transformers (with what very little knowledge of G1 I have) and idk I just had a lot of fun in that class and wanted to make something to thank him!! 

there’s a lot of design mistakes here since, admittedly, this was my first time drawing literally all of these guys and the background probably could’ve been better (I had to rush to get it printed in time yikes) but other than that I’m really pleased with the way this came out!! and my teacher really liked it too aaaa I’m so happy!!

I guess this is a general suggestion, coming from a supportive place that I hope doesn’t sound patronising. 

I want Louis to succeed, I want that for him more than anything. He deserves it, and he has the talent to make it happen. 

I know we use JHO as an example of how his team failed him, and while I agree to a large extent, I do think we have to acknowledge Jay’s passing, and the possibility that, quite rightly, Louis may not have wanted, or been emotionally capable of the pressure more than the commitments he carried out would have brought with it.

I’m going to try as much as possible to treat the next single and the album as a blank slate. And judge them on it when there is something to judge them on. It’s too early. Like I said yesterday, they know when Louis’ music is coming out, we don’t. If the album is more than a few months away it’s too early to be amping it up in the media. And who knows what they are planning for the single release and when that will be, so for me, the same goes with that. 

Believe me, I will be first in line to shout and scream if I feel he is being treated badly when the promo kicks off. Until then I really would suggest waiting it out. I know we’re an army of bees - this time around though, I’d love it if we could just hang fire for now, braced to sting anyone senseless if we need to.  

Did someone say more flower crowns? Probably not but here you go anyway.


Chapter 4 is here!  Thanks for all your patience - good things come to those who wait, and I hope this is a good thing?  This chapter didn’t end up where I initially thought it would, but that’s ok.  Also, Maggie B makes an appearance and she’s so glam I wish I could be her.  Anyway, here’s a link to the chapter on Ao3, in case you prefer to read there [x].

It was the sound of keys jangling in the lock of the front door that made Lizzie and Charles, or Charley as she like to him, jump apart from one another on the sofa, Lizzie biting at her swollen lower lip for good measure and Charles smoothing a hand through his hair.

“Hey Henry.” She said, as her flatmate strode through the door, his eyes just sliding past her.

“Hey, uh, this is my mom, Margaret.” He said; a positively tiny woman emerged from the shadows behind him, her head not even grazing shoulder height as she passed Henry’s tall slender frame. “Mom this is Lizzie and her boyfriend Charles.”

“He’s not my-“ Lizzie’s flush deepened and her stomach churned, “We’re just…”

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John Reese  — Rick vs. Nick

“tell me what your secret is 
and now you've crossed the line”

[Image description: Six images featuring John Reese. They are captioned with lyrics from the song “Rick vs. Nick” by Before Their Eyes. Click here to listen to the song on YouTube. 

The first image is in black and white. It shows John from behind, walking away. Only his torso and head are in the frame. The caption reads “We’ve reached the crossroads of what makes truth and lies”. 

The second image shows John’s face when he was a kid, and his face when he worked for the CIA. The one on the left side was taken from the scene of his father’s funeral. His face is sad. The one on the right side was taken from a scene where he convicts a corrupt soldier. His face looks dark, the lighting makes it appear like a scull. The caption says “Tell me what your secret is”. 

The next three pictures show the faces of Jessica, Joss, and Iris while they look at John. 

The caption for the one with Jessica is “No more time will pass by, we need to draw the line, the words you never said now begin to fade away”. 

On the one with Joss, the caption reads “No excuses this time, we need to draw the line, the act is slowly fading, it’s time to step in the spotlight”. 

The caption for the one with Iris reads “You have a way of hiding everything in your life, it’s not too late to escape this fate, tell me what your secret is”. 

The fifth picture shows John during his hallucination, caused by hypothermia. He sits in his car with Joss. His profile is shown through a hole in the front side window. Joss sits on the passenger seat, her face is blurred. She looks at him. The caption reads “This is your crossroad, this is where your secrets die”. 

The last image shows Harold and John from behind, sitting on a bench at the Brooklyn Bridge. The caption says “Out of time, when your life was on the line, when you start to see the signs, don’t let go, just let your wings unfold”. End description.]

Two Week Hiatus

due to a new puppy & a new house, I will be on hiatus until 11/8 unless something changes. for urgent matters, message me.