again really sorry it took this long :(

mundane-rose  asked:

just read ur new imagine (with dad tony) and i loved it i was literally squealing with excitement and i was wondering if you could please make me a Peter Parker imagine where he calls Tony “Dad” for the first time ever in front of all the other Avengers and it’s all cute and fluffy? and the team knows Peter is Spider-man (not sure if u have rules for requests if u do let me know so i can follow them!) ❤️

Thank you so much! The fact that someone enjoyed it still makes me smile, so again, thank you! I have FINALLY finished this request. Honestly, this one is one of my favorites, and I really wanted it to feel right, because if/when Peter calls Tony “dad,” it’ll have to have a good leadup and all that stuff. I’m sorry it took so long! Also, I’m on mobile so I can’t put the “read more” cut, if that bothers anyone. ANYWAYS

Title: “Drowning on Dry Ground” (you’ll see why)
Word Count: 2831

He couldn’t sleep.

He was exhausted, and his body protested against his decision to pull another all-nighter, but it didn’t change the fact that he was going to stay awake.

He continued to sit on his bed, hugging himself as he willed his eyes to remain open. He knew he’d promised MJ that he’d read The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and give it back to her, but if he started reading, he’d fall asleep and the nightmares would return.

He racked his brain, hoping that there was some homework he could get done. When nothing came to him, he cursed under his breath and burrowed deeper into the corner where his bed met the wall.

The nightmares were coming.

Peter took a breath, squeezing his eyes shut against the images of rubble coming down on him, of him screaming for help, of the crushing weight of a building on top of him.

That wasn’t helping.

Peter scrambled out of bed, grabbing his earbuds and plugging them into his phone. Music would drown out his memories. That’s what Tony did, right? And it worked, right?

Even as he shoved the buds into his ears, shaking hands scrolling through his playlists before selecting a OneRepublic album, he knew that it wouldn’t work.

He turned and slid down the wall until he was sitting again. He didn’t only want to listen to music, but there was nothing else for him to do. He figured he could retype his chemistry notes and study for any of the numerous tests that would inevitably take place in the next week and a half.

But his chemistry notes were all the way over there, and he didn’t feel like standing up to go get them.

Quickly, he opened Safari and looked up cures for insomnia. And, unsurprisingly, he found nothing.

So, naturally, he deflected to YouTube to watch cute videos of puppies.

When his alarm finally went off at six, he was in the process of watching a tutorial on how to communicate with a penguin.

He blinked foggily, exiting the app and forcing himself to stand. As he made his way to the shower, grabbing some clothes, an incoming text caused his phone to buzz.

Mr. Stark: Hey, can you swing (NO, I do NOT mean that literally) by the Tower after school? I’m working on something and I could really use your input.

Peter blinked rapidly, still not quite believing the words on his phone. Like, yeah, he and Tony Stark were close (Peter had almost called him “dad” several times now, but that was beside the point), but it never failed to surprise him that Tony freaking Stark wanted his help.

He stopped to text a quick reply: Yeah. Can I ask what it is?

Mr. Stark: It’s not a new suit, in case you were wondering. Just something for Rhodey and another something the United States government wants me to work on.


Sent: Yeah, yeah, I can swing it. Are you sure you need my help?

Mr. Stark: You’re a genius, kid. Yes, I want your help. Besides, it’ll move faster.

Peter doubted that, but he assured Tony he’d be there at three o’clock sharp.

He got ready quickly, mentally running through the lesson plans for the day. Classes would be pretty easy, he figured. The hardest thing lined up for him was a presentation in World History. Though, he thought, it was more because Flash would inevitably make fun of him.

He sighed, grabbing a bagel on the way out of the apartment, saying goodbye to May. He yawned, and he felt exhausted.

Which sucked.

Because MJ had just informed him of a pop quiz in English.

And he hadn’t studied.

Because – as Michelle so gently put it – he was an idiot.

He boarded the train, silently begging God to take pity on him and smite him where he stood.

But God was probably just laughing at him.

He woke up to a throbbing pain in his shin.

Michelle was glaring at him, but it was more desperate than usual.


Had he just been asked a question?



He blinked foggily and turned to the teacher. “Um, c-can you repeat the question please?”

His teacher sighed heavily and repeated her question. “How do you find the limiting and excess reagents in this equation, Peter?”

Thank the Lord it was an easy question.

“You balance the equation, find which reagents you’re working with, and set up the mass to mole conversion to find which numbers correlate with the problem.”

The teacher blinked, obviously surprised that Peter answered correctly. “And, uh, Flash, how do you determine which reagent is the limiting reagent and which reagent is the excess reagent?”

Peter glanced at Michelle, and she mouthed “don’t sleep till lunch” at him.

He rolled his eyes, settling his arms on his desk. He supposed that was fair.

Someone flicked his ear.

He raised his head slowly, and both MJ and Ned were giving him “the look.”

He groaned, rotating his neck. “Okay,” he said groggily, “what is it?”

“You’re a loser,” MJ said at the same time Ned said, “How much sleep have you been getting?”

Peter pointedly looked to MJ first. “Thanks.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “To answer your question, Ned, I didn’t sleep last night.”

Ned gave him another look, and Peter winced. MJ was looking at him strangely, and he was fairly certain he could see a hint of concern in her eyes.

He stretched. “I’ll get your book to you next week, MJ. That cool?”

Michelle looked confused for a moment before she realized what he was talking about. “Oh! Yeah, just get that to me before Christmas break, loser.”

He rolled his eyes and laid his head on the table again. “Thanks for the sentiment.”

Before his eyes could close, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch.

Michelle smirked at him, and Ned was visibly concerned. Peter looked up at the ceiling, again praying that God would smite him where he sat.


He stood, slinging his backpack onto his shoulder. He came up to Ned’s side. “You know, man,” he said, closing his eyes briefly. “I just feel like dying right now.”

From ahead of them, he heard Michelle say, “Same.”

Ned glared at the both of them while Peter and MJ high-fived. “No,” he said firmly.

“Dude, if God just took mercy on me and like, annihilated me at this moment in time, I would be completely cool with that,” Peter said, shrugging his backpack higher.

“Or if there was just like a new plague that kept us out of school for a year or two,” MJ added.

Ned was still not impressed. “As the team Mom,” he said, crossing his arms, “I say that you guys need to spend time around either puppies or kittens.”

Peter laughed.

Maybe the rest of the day would be better.

He was wrong.

It wasn’t his classes that made his day worse, per se.

It was more like a human being whose name started with “fl” and rhymed with “dash.”

And, naturally, he was just being a normal jackass, but it didn’t make it any better.

The bell rang at 2:35, and Peter all but bolted out of class, barely taking time to stop by his locker and pick out his textbooks. MJ and Ned both called after him, but he was out the door before he could hear what they were saying.

He made sure to text May and tell her that he might be late getting home because Tony had asked him for his help.

A couple of messages came in from both Ned and MJ, but he tucked his phone into his backpack as he redirected his steps to the Stark Tower.

It was close to three when he arrived, and he let himself through the door, still wondering why Mr. Stark had taken it off the market. Probably because Oscorp offered to buy it, he thought to himself.

“Hello, Mr. Parker,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. said. “Mr. Stark is upstairs in the common area.”

Peter paused, hand hovering above the elevator button. “Wait, which one?”

“Number three.”

He stayed there, his hand still hovering over the button, as he racked his brain, trying to come up with a map of the tower.

“Mr. Parker?”

“Yeah, F.R.I.?”

“Do you want me to take you there?”

Peter breathed out a sigh of relief, nodding his head. “Y-yeah, F.R.I., that would be great.” The elevator doors opened, and he stepped inside, still marveling at how fancy even the elevators were.

When he stepped out, he found Mr. Stark sitting in the living room with most of the other Avengers.

“W-wait,” he said, not quite believing his eyes. “I-is that Bruce Banner?”

Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner both looked up, and Mr. Stark smiled slightly to himself.

“Uh, yeah, son,” Dr. Banner said, standing up to greet Peter. “And you are…?”

“I-I’m Peter Man. I mean I-I’m Spider Parker. I mean – fuck.”

Mr. Stark burst out laughing, lifting his StarkPad to cover his face.

Steve Rogers sat in confusion while Black Widow looked like she was suffering from secondhand embarrassment. Captain America’s friend – it was some bird name, he knew – was the only one to say anything to that.

“Kid, you’re like, ten. You can’t go around throwing the f bomb everywhere.”

Peter looked to Mr. Stark, who was still trying to compose himself. “I-I…I’ll have you know, I’m fifteen,” he said, his voice cracking with the last word.

Metal Arm Dude and Random Bird Guy started laughing, and Peter briefly wondered if it was possible for a cause of death to be laughter.

“I-I mean,” he turned to Dr. Banner. “We learn about you in school, and like you’re this genius and I mean, it’s so cool learning about what you taught the world, so y-yeah. There’s that.”

Dr. Banner smiled and shook his hand. “Thanks, Peter.”

“Y-yeah,” Peter stammered. “Wait.” His eyes widened and he turned to Vision. “Dude, like I am in the same room as the science bros!”

Mr. Stark’s laughter was cut off by a loud groan. “You had to give him one more reason for his head to get bigger, kid,” Steve said.

Peter nodded, lifting his hand in a salute. “C-cap-captain.”

“Steve is fine.”

“Sorry I stole your shield that one time. But then you beat me up, so I guess, like, we’re even,” he stammered.

Steve chuckled. “No hard feelings, kid.”

Peter turned to Mr. Stark. “S-so, Mr. Stark, why are they not freaking out about me being Spiderman?”

Random Bird Guy spoke up again, still trying to fight off peals of laughter. “Dude, like, you sounded like a twelve-year-old before. This isn’t too much of a stretch.”

Peter glared at him before turning back to Mr. Stark, who was still trying to conceal his laughter. “You wanted my help?”

Mr. Stark seemed to remember why Peter was there in the first place. He tossed his StarkPad onto the footrest. “Yeah, come on down to the lab.”

The next two hours were spent with Peter, Dr. Banner, and Mr. Stark tossing around ideas for the government’s new toy. Peter suggested a self-defense mechanism that could be activated only by Dr. Banner or Mr. Stark.

Tony turned to Bruce. “Told you he was a genius,” he said nonchalantly, programming Peter’s idea into the drone.

Peter couldn’t help but realize that they were making the drone a lot less…violent, per se, than the government wanted. He smiled to himself, glad that Tony was sticking to his beliefs and still refusing to build weapons. A search drone, yes, but not a weapon.

“Okay, kid,” Tony said, clapping Peter on the back. “We’re done here.” He began walking out, but he turned around. “If you want to stay for dinner, you can. I’ve heard your horror stories of your aunt’s cooking.”

Peter nodded eagerly. “Yeah. Um, is it okay if I stay a little later, too?” He shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, ignoring the confused looks Dr. Banner was throwing his way. “I-I mean, it’s a weekend, and I don’t have a whole lot of homework and as long as May knows that I’m here she won’t freak out –”

Tony raised a hand. “Sure thing, kid. Just…call your aunt so she won’t call me while she’s freaking out.”

Peter bolted up the stairs, barely paying attention as Tony called after him, “Do I make myself clear, young man?”

“Got it!” Peter’s voice was faint, and Tony turned to Dr. Banner, shaking his head.

“Can you believe that kid?” He chuckled. “Not a lot of homework, my ass.”

Bruce still stood confused. “Um, Tony,” he began slowly. “Is Peter…your kid?”

Tony furrowed his eyebrows, unsure of Bruce’s meaning. “You mean, am I that kid’s father?” When Bruce nodded, he scoffed. “God, no. Good thing, too. That kid doesn’t need that in his life.”

Bruce simply hummed in response. “Whatever you say.”

Mr. Stark had given in and let Peter choose the movie for the night. He was expecting some overrated Disney movie or any of the crappy movies kids were watching these days, but Peter settled on Big Hero 6.

Needless to say, Tony was proud.

And Random Bird Guy may have accepted him as a member of the team in that moment in time.

Also, Black Widow actually cried within the first twenty minutes of the film.

Peter settled on one of the couches, stretching out completely. He tried to watch the movie, but he was too tired to actually do so.

Sleep kept tugging on his sleeve, and he closed his eyes just for a moment.

And he found himself crushed under tons of brick and rubble, dust filling his lungs. He coughed, feeling a slab of concrete digging into his calf. The building pressed down on him further, and he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe, oh God, he couldn’t breathe.

He tried to scream for help, reaching out and grasping for anything that could pull him out of his demise. He begged anyone to come to his aid, but he was drowning on dry ground, and no one was around to help.

He was going to die.

Oh God, he was going to die, he was going to die, he was going to die.

And no one would be there to save him.

They all heard Peter’s whimpers as soon as they began. Steve and Sam began to stand, ready to calm the boy’s nightmares, but before anyone else could react, Tony was by Peter’s side.

“Kid, wake up!”

Peter continued thrashing, his cries becoming weaker and more strangled. Tony gripped Peter’s shoulders firmly, gently shaking him awake. “Kid, wake up!”

His eyes snapped open, and he threw a punch. Tony caught Peter’s wrist in his hand, gently batting the other one out of the way. “Just me, kid, it’s just me.”

“Dad?!” He was frantic, but when his eyes locked on Tony’s, he relaxed completely. “Dad,” he breathed out, settling back against the couch.

Tony pretended he hadn’t felt his heart squeeze. “Yeah, kid, it’s me.” He reached out and brushed some of Peter’s hair out of his eyes. “You’re okay, kid, you’re okay.”

Peter offered Tony a half-smile. “Th-that was scary, man.”

Tony nodded, rubbing soothing circles on Peter’s shoulder. “Yeah. Yeah, it was, kid.”

“I-I was under a pile of rubble, a-and I couldn’t get out, and I thought I was g-gonna die –” Peter’s breaths were labored.

Tony’s jaw tightened, but Peter didn’t catch it. “You’re safe now, son. Deep breaths with me, kid, okay? Calm, deep breaths.”

Peter breathed with Tony, and his body relaxed further.

As they were doing this, Steve turned to Rhodes. “Since when has Tony been this kid’s father figure?” he whispered.

Rhodey shrugged. “It just sort of happened, man.”

Steve nodded.

Peter rested his head against the pillow. “I-I feel fine now,” he said, his ears and face turning red now that he noticed the other Avengers watching him closely.

Tony didn’t move his hand from Peter’s shoulder. “You sure, kid?”

Peter looked at Tony, prepared to lie. When he made eye contact, his resolve cracked, and he shook his head meekly. “No.”

Tony nodded. “Okay. I’m right here, son; I’m not going anywhere.”

Peter nodded, shifting so that Tony would have room to sit on the couch. “Th-thanks, Mr. Stark.”

Tony pretended that he hadn’t felt crushing disappointment when Peter didn’t call him “dad” again. He pretended that his heart hadn’t jumped into his throat when Peter was crying out. He pretended like it meant little when Peter scooted closer to him, as if he was a safety line.

Because if he let himself realize any of those for even just a moment, he would lose everything he’d ever cared about.

One of the things that bothers me so much about this Broadway season is that many of Great Comet’ defining aspects were things repeatedly praised in Hamilton only last year, yet they were largely ignored in GC’s production. 

Everyone (not just the Broadway tumblr fanbase, I’m also referring to the mainstream media) praised Hamilton for its diversity, and rightfully so. And while Great Comet was not as diverse as Hamilton, its use of racially blind casting should be used as a model for all future productions. Denée Benton, a black woman with natural hair playing a romantic lead of a prominent musical about old Russians, is damn groundbreaking. Oak’s upcoming turn as Pierre proves this commitment to diversity by the show. Yes, Hamilton did this last year, but one show acting in this way does not excuse ignoring others for doing the same.

Everyone praised Hamilton for seamlessly blended together multiple genres of music; again, rightfully so. Great Comet did this to an even greater extent. Dave Malloy’s score beautifully combined seemingly every genre to create a cohesive, genius piece of work. He utilized these different genres to describe his characters so subtly no one realizes he’s doing it. I could take for pages about how his score is a damn masterpiece, but the point lies in that Hamilton was widely praised for doing the very thing Great Comet is being ignored (or even downright criticized) for.

Finally, many praised Lin’s using of an unconventional source material to tell an excellent Broadway musical. But, again, Dave Malloy looking at a tiny sliver of a classic novel and deciding it should be an electropop opera musical? How? He took something so frequently adapted and made it incredibly original in ways many do not realize. It’s quite frustrating to see writers using the War & Peace origins as only an introductory statement instead of the praise it should be.

tl;dr: I’m just really pissed so many people ignore Great Comet’s successes in the very categories they praised Hamilton for okay sorry for the rant

anonymous asked:

how would aliens react to tattoos? like, some humans undergo large amounts of pain to have an image permanetly inked on their skin and sometimes the reason is no more than "eh, it looks cool"

“Human Tyler, you seem to have acquired pigmented particles under your skin.” Rytrinq began, trying to gain their attention at the same time as xe remained polite and considerate. “Do you wish time to cleanse yourself?” Xe asked, quite pleased with xemself for remembering the appropriate question.

“Fuck off, don’t be rude.” Human Tyler repeated, looking enraged for some reason. Granted, Rytrinq didn’t have the longest experience deciphering human mannerisms, but the wording didn’t leave much room for ambiguity. “This took a loot of time, and I’ll have you know I’m really happy with how it turned out.” They added, baffling Rytrinq further.

“You got dirt under your skin on purpose?” Xe asked, getting more confused each time Tyler spoke. Fortunately, it seemed they realised xe genuinely didn’t understand. Or at least they were willing to indulge him. 

“It’s not dirt. It’s ink, and yes. It’s called a tattoo. It’s art.” They said, clearly still angry, though they did look slightly less terrifying, which xe decided to count as progress. Xe had heard that human art came in many forms, but xe had never heard of one involving the human body itself.

“Human Tyler, that is immensely intriguing. How is it made?” Xe asked, relieved when they seemed to realise it was a case of cultural confusion rather than xem being purposefully rude.

“Well, you go to a tattoo artist, and they make the design and then make a sort of template, I guess you could call it. Anyway, they put that on the place you want the tattoo, and it transfers a bit of ink so the artist’s got something to guide them. And then they have this machine, which is basically a bunch of needles that pierce the skin with ink. Which the artist use to sort of draw on the skin, leaving cool art like this.” Human Tyler said, adding a pointed look for the last part while showing off the art. Rytrinq was however too worried - and quite frankly terrified - to think too much about it.

“It pierces your skin and drags the ink machine through your skin? Is that not painful?” Xe asked

“What? No, no it goes up and down into the skin. If you drag it without the needles getting up you’ll end up with big scars. It does kind of hurt, but it’s not that bad.” They answered, clearly believing that to sound better. As if getting stabbed multiple times was no big deal.

“What purpose does it serve? Is it a hierarchical or sociological requirement?”

“No, some people don’t even like them. Think they look unprofessional or whatever bullshit like that. But it doesn’t really have a purpose.” Human Tyler answered with a brief elevation of their shoulder area.

“Then why do you put yourself through the pain?” Xe wondered. They had to have some reason after all, right?

“Eh, it looks cool. I mean, I just really like daffodils, always have. They’re cool.” They said, once again reminding Rytrinq that xe would never fully understand humans.

A Good Thing

“Bobby, you can’t keep doing that to him.”
Bob raises his eyebrows, putting down his fork. “Doing what, Alicia? Corralling our son into talking about his crush?”

Or, A fic about Bob and Alicia noticing Jack’s feelings for Bitty before even he does.

Bob Zimmermann is kind of messy, only a bit of a smart ass, and just a tad hard of hearing. Yet even without perfect hearing Bob can’t miss the affection in his son’s voice when talking about a certain line-mate.

Bob Zimmermann is many things, but he is no idiot.

“Did you get that paper done for your…what was it again- american pie class?”

Bob looks over his shoulder just in time to see Alicia send an appraising look from the couch. He catches a hint of a smile.

He winks back and she rolls her eyes in return.

Bob turns again to the large window, the white light blinding him for a moment. The large expanse of grass is still littered with snow, lining the way down to their lake. A blank sky hugs the horizon.

“Women, food, and American culture, Papa.”

“Right. So how’d you do on the paper? Did Eric help you out?”

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Harvey Dent on Gotham Tonight (TDK Special Features)

for @about-faces!

Okay so first of all I have to say sorry for being so absent for the past few months. But I want to thank you all for your support and love and care and understanding during this period it has really helped me and I am so grateful for all of you! 

second: this fic is based on a prompt I recieved ages ago from @gellbellshead​-

“So saw your post that you have some time for writing and couldn’t help myself from sending you this one. Person A and Person B are camp counselors and Person A gets all flustered because Person B is really good with kids and it’s adorable.” 

which kind of inspired 30 pages worth of content haha ps. sorry I took forever to get this done love!

third: THANKYOU TO @rileybabe​ for this STUNNING aesthetic I mean I can’t even with her talent! I would also like to dedicate this fic to her and @ms-maj​ for being so kind and lovely and always sending me such cute messages and supporting me even when I was MIA. 

Again thanks everyone for the love I hope you enjoy!

warning: light smut

as this is long af, here is the AO3 link-


“Welcome to Camp Sweetwater”

Betty let out a defeated sigh as she read the faded words scripted in yellow paint across a crooked wooden sign.  This was not how she wanted to spend her summer.

“Really Elizabeth stop acting like such a child, “ her mother scolded from the driver’s seat, shutting off the car’s engine and opening the door. Betty groaned, letting her head thump back against the seat.  

All she asked for was a carefree summer; one where she was free of her “perfect” girl next door persona and could just be a teenager. But of course that was not acceptable to Alice Cooper. Betty had been furious when her mother had excitedly relayed her acceptance as a camp counsellor, shaking the neatly opened letter in her face. It wasn’t that she didn’t like kids or the outdoors, no it was the principle of having her time stripped of her against her will. But her objections were no match for Alice’s lectures on the importance of broadening her skill set, and the need to fill her college applications with extra curricula’s- as if she didn’t have enough. So her bags had been packed, and here she was.

Deciding there was no point in further delaying the inevitable and beginning to become uncomfortable inside the stuffy vehicle, Betty opened her own door and stepped out into the summer heat.

She had to admit the location was beautiful, with lush greenery all around and the sounds of the river trickling through the air. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

Rounding the vehicle, Alice placed Betty’s duffle bag on the dusty ground beside her and grabbed her reluctant daughter’s shoulders.

“It’s only seven weeks, who knows it might surprise you,” her mother placated softly, offering a warm smile.

Internally Betty scoffed, only seven weeks, but she knew her mother truly just wanted what was best for her even if she had an overbearing and odd way of actuating that. So instead she returned the words with a soft smile of her own and pulled her mother into a hug.

“I’ll call you when I can, have a safe drive home.”

And with that she was gone.

Taking a deep breath and pushing her hesitancies and irritations aside, the blonde tightened her pony tail before bending down to pick up her duffle bag, slinging it over her shoulder. Her sneakers hit the ground with purpose as she crossed through the open gateway, her green eyes scanning across rows of log cabins with brightly painted accents and dirt pathways, all the way to the tree line that led into the forest.

“Betty Cooper?”

Betty turned her head from the view, only to be completely taken aback by the new one. A boy about her age was approaching her with lazy steps that held a subtle air of arrogance. He was tall and lean; the plaid button up he was wearing, the sleeves rolled up on his forearms made sure she was very aware of that fact.  Rogue strands of his ebony hair fell over his impossibly blue eyes tantalisingly while the rest was tucked beneath a beanie that she was too stunned to question the use of in this weather. And god his jawline looked sharp enough to cut glass.

It wasn’t until his dark brows furrowed and his mouth twitched into an amused smile that Betty realised she had been straight out ogling him and if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, she had totally failed to respond to his question. Trying to ignore the flush that was quickly rising to her cheeks, Betty summoned the social skills she had acquired over years of Cooper indoctrination and flashed him her best girl next door smile.

“That’s me! Sorry I was a little distracted by the view,” the blonde recovered in an upbeat tone, internally commending herself on constructing an excuse that wasn’t entirely a lie.

The boy chuckled shaking her politely extended hand.

“Yeah it’s some view,” he replied, a cheeky smirk gracing his lips, making it obvious they both knew she wasn’t talking about the geographical scenery. Betty felt her cheeks flame even more and cast her eyes downward shyly.

“Jughead Jones, welcome to Camp Sweetwater.”

Betty was extremely grateful that he didn’t feel the need to loiter on her embarrassment and found the courage to meet his eyes again. God did he have nice eyes.

“Thanks, I’m assuming this isn’t your first time?”

“You’d be right. I’ve been friends with Fred’s son since birth really, so of course every summer I’d come with them here and then when we got old enough it was kind of a natural progression into camp counsellors,” Jughead informed her, rubbing the back of his neck.

“So you’re the welcoming committee?” She half joked, feeling her stomach flutter at the good natured smile he offered her.

“Something like that.”

She quirked a brow, the tone of his voice indicating he knew something she didn’t.

“Well I’m your welcoming committee,” his smirk reappeared and Betty bit her lip at the sight.

“Lucky me,” she returned softly, her eyes widening as the confession slipped out. Letting out a nervous chuckle she shuffled her converse through the dirt, attempting to play it off as friendly jest.

Jughead raised an eyebrow- his eyes seeming to twinkle with something unknown- but didn’t comment.

“Come on, I’ll show you ‘round.”

Maybe this summer wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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A good trans!michael thing to think about:

Jeremy being friends with Michael since before he came out to him as trans. He was so worried that his only friend would hate him, which is why it took so long for him to come out. When he finally did during a video game match, Jeremy gets pissed because he lost the match, and Michael takes it the wrong way, until Jeremy says “so what did you say?? Sorry I didn’t hear you before” and he tells him all nervous and Jeremy is just like, “well that makes sense.” And Michael tells Jeremy his name right and Jeremy just “Hey, I like that name. Nice. How about we try to beat level 9 again, Michael?” And Michael is just really happy the end.

anonymous asked:

ana bear, can i ask you something? can you write little quirks and mannerisms you love about our shining babes? like, a eprsonal trait, a habit, all things you think define them (like Taem's magic hands and stuff)

yes y e s  of course I can and I’ll be glad to - let’s start with:



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Summer is here!!! (for some people)

Hey guys! Sorry I haven’t been active few weeks again, finals are over last week and I needed to recharge and drawing random stuff after drawing not so long. I don’t really had that much energy to begin with.

Here is crappy pic of the three assistants in swimsuits that I randomly thought of, I’m changing Gogo’s for sure. Also there might be spamming


A while ago I offered Minuiko to draw a pic to thank her for her awesome Jasico art and she suggested the goblet scene, which was a great request. I’m sorry it took me so long (did you think I had forgotten ? ;p) but finding a satisfying way to depict the scene wasn’t so easy, as I really wanted to include meaning and subtext ! I hope I succeeded, anyway I have to post it now or I’ll end up touching it up forever !!! ^^;; (I’m in this kind of period where I can’t be satisfied with my art. Again.)

Trouble man - Part 1

Title: Trouble Man - Part 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Your boyfriend had cheated on you, and in a way to escape the pain, you moved back to New York with your brother, only to meet the guy you had slept with before you left. James Buchanan Barnes. And he was trouble.

Warnings: NSFW, angst,

A/n: I hope it’s good, I’ll be tagging those who wanna be tagged, the first 25, and I really hope you all enjoy it❤❤ I have seven tags left and will answer and tag the first nine:). Please request in the ask box. Thank you💞

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anonymous asked:

OMG! Hello, it's Villain!Deku Anon again and I just want to thank you! I couldn't even imagine myself that you will illustrate this au with your wonderful art style! I can't even describe how grateful I am! ;-; Moreover, I want to tell you my thoughts about it! I love Dabi's and Deku's interplay really a lot, because, I dunno, Dabi behaves as if he was Izuku's aniki? I can see it that way tho. And Izuku's outfit is great! Simple but interesting and functional :) Anyway, I hope that one day -->

HAI AGAIN! TIME FOR ANOTHER LONG ASS POST I’m so sorry it took so so long for me to finally reply to this so I hope it’s worth the wait! I want to also thank YOU for sharing me this wonderful AU<3 I can’t thank you enough and everyone rly loves it! I just wish you can go off anon so we can chat more about this au but I respect your decisions u v u I’m glad you love it all ehehe///

YEs! I was so proud of how those two turned out! Dabi seems to be the mature one in the villain alliance and he always has this mysterious air to him so being the big brother role would fit perfectly! Aaaah// I’m glad you love the outfit! /)///v//(\ I wasn’t sure what to go for ahaha~

I’m definitely developing this! And no worries, all your questions will be answered, hopefully to your expectation ehehe Q w Q

Regarding Todo; HE’S SUCH A SAD PUPPY I ALMOST FEEL BAD BUT I ENDED UP MAKING IT WORST FOR HIM! i wanted to keep the element of him being a tragic character because that’s what everyone loves about him. He did nothing wrong XD Now, I decided that Deku actually DOES meet up with Todo randomly, like they don’t know each other and this is way before the USJ raid and deku ended up showing todo the light, motivating todo to go forward regardless of what his dad says because both deku and todo see the same view, how there are heroes who does things not for the sake of being a hero. so deku was able to save todo that way!

BUUUuut he finds out his saviour is a villain so now he’s conflicted;;; sorry Todo, you can’t catch a break even in this au //holds him

Moving on to bakugou…

Deku does disappear out of trace for awhile and maybe bakugo does notice but he rly doesn’t do anything about it, the ass…. but that’d be so cute is he does start to worry, I’m sure something like that does bug him in the back of his mind. I’m not so good with how to illustrate deconstruction so hopefully it’s done alright;; as long as you get the idea because that’s what deku will do to bakugou, he knows bakugou well enough to do so

After this whole thing, all might emerged victorious like in canon. Villains retreated and this was when All Might realized his mistake, since he recognized Deku during this raid. “PATHETIC” is what he’s say

Thats what I decided to go for! I totally agree with you on this! I don’t mind it at all precious! Thank you! It makes more sense and it’s the BEST THING EVER LIKE BAKUGOU VS DEKU WOW!! All might will see how much of a hero bakugou wants to be and the connection with Deku helps even more in order to save Deku from plunging further into darkness, so all might makes Bakugou his successor! ^^ it also can help bakugo grow as a hero so it’s a good opportunity for him!

All might FEELS SUPER GUILTY so that’s why he’s so focused on saving Deku.. deku’s mom also feels the guilt. All of this is on the news so eventually Deku’s mom find out about Deku and well… it doesn’t go well. deku still loves her as his mom even if she didn’t believe in him being a hero but he came home only to find her will.

Now, not only is bakugou going to be All might’s successor, but Deku will soon inherit AFO as well. When they find the villain’s hideout and all that crazy stuff going on, All Might faces off with AFO.

Deku is still honestly precious even now, he rly tries to bond with the villain alliance members and that eventually gained Dabi’s and Himiko’s trust! Even though he’s given the role of info gatherer/mastermind, he doesn’t take advantage of it and relies on his friends!

As for tomura, this is how it’s gonna play out

He’s now gonna be Shigaraki’s hero just like how Sensei did it. Both the death of  Sensei and his mother made deku feel that he wasn’t enough of a hero to save them but this will only pushed him even further to become a ‘true hero’, especially when sensei actually put faith in him, when no one else did

also cute deku making friends with everyone cause he’s a sweetie that way!

THANK YOU FOR READING! GOOD JOB FOR MAKING IT TO THE BOTTOM! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT! I honestly still have some more stuff regarding this au in mind but that needs to wait until it’d actually done pfft >//v//< I’m tired so ima sleep now;;;

Haytham Kenway requested by @featherdustt ! I’m so sorry it took me super long (blame it on school)…
A lot of people have been asking me if I take commissions, so to answer everyone’s questions: not yet since I am busy working on requests, but I really hope I’ll be able to open them in the next few weeks :)

anonymous asked:

prompt!(after hawkmoth is defeated) Chat confesses to ladybug and she says no to him. since hawkmoth is defeated and he thinks ladybug hates him. he doesnt go out as chat anymore. He "gets over" ladybug and dates/marrys mari. on their wedding day she tells him that she is ladybug. mari talks about how she misses chat and adrien gets really mad and it some hows leads to adrien saying to mari "I HAVEN'T USED THAT NAME IN YEARS" and mari is just like oh shit

Thank you for the prompt anon! Also…. did you ust ask me to use a meme in a reveal? Anyway this is a  meme reveal.

Marinette rushed into the room, closing the door as fast as she could without ruining her dress. She didn’t expect to spend her wedding day like this. She glances up, noticing her future husband looking at her curiously. She better start explaining before he gets another idea of her wanting to call off the wedding out of silly reasons.

(Seriously, the last time he thought she will break up with him and cancel the wedding cause he picked the wrong appetizer.)

“Adrien, I really need to tell you something.”

His green eyes grew bigger and the curiosity turned to fear. Rushing to like side Adrien, tangled his hands in a pleading gesture. “Please, don’t say you aren’t going to marry me anymore. I promise I will be better. I won’t eat the last tarts in the fridge anymore. I won’t use the last lavender bath bomb, I won’t play with your yarns again!”

Marinette rolled her eyes. God, her husband to be was such a  bridezilla. She grabbed his hands and squeezed reassuringly.

“I’m not leaving you, Adrien. But I have to confess something. Something that I should have done a long time ago. I’m sorry I never told you.”

Adrien blinked. “You don’t think my ass is cute. That’s it, isn’t it?” a normal person wouldn’t look so heartbroken over being told their ass isn’t cute, but then again, Adrien wasn’t exactly the picture under the definition of normal person.

“I think your ass is very cute and sexy, but this isn’t it.” Marinette took a deep breath.

Telling your soon to be husband that you were a superhero is hard enough, but telling him you also miss your partner who happened to be a really loyal dork in a cat suit… yeah, it just became harder. But Adrien was the love of her life and she knew he’d understand the fact that she wished her old partner would be at the wedding and her sadness over the fact that he wasn’t. He hadn’t seen him in years and missed him terribly.

“Adrien, what I want to say is that I was Ladybug.” Adrien simply stared at her with wide eyes and a slack jaw. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you! And it kills me cause I miss Chat Noir and I wished he was here too, cause he had been such a good friend and I’m sorry. Again.”

Adrien seemed to regain some composure and Marinette was happy he was screaming. But when his eyes looked in the distance with that seemed like sadness she began to worry.

“Chat Noir.” he said idly. “I haven’t used that name in years.”

Marinette was outraged. Did that tol shit just meme her on their wedding day? The nerve! And… wait… what did he say? Realization drowned on Marinette.


First Crush (part 3)

Originally posted by tom-is-bae

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Tony Stark (dad) x Reader

Summary: After being home schooled your whole life, it’s finally your first day in high school. You are so excited to finally have a chance to live a normal teenage life. Well as normal as you could get.

Word count: 1000

A/N: This is the first thing that I have ever written so please go easy on me. I have written five parts to this story and I’m going to post a new part everyday. I would really appreciate constructive criticism. So, if you think of something that I could do better let me know! So here we go. I hope you guys like it!

PS You can send me requests if you want! I can write about almost any MCU character and actor. By sending me requests you can help me improve myself. Send your requests here!

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Peter’s point of view:

Y/N and I had been friends for a few weeks now. She had become one of my best friends and the biggest crush I have ever had. Every time I saw her smile and heard her laugh I fell in love with her even more. Ned figured out my crush almost instantly and has been teasing me about it since then. He has been dropping hints at Y/N, not so subtly may I add. But Y/N seems to be completely oblivious about it and she hasn’t (luckily) figured it out yet.

“Peteeer!” I heard a familiar voice yell and felt her hugging me from behind. God, she smelled amazing. Her signature perfume had become my favorite smell in the world. “H-heeey Y/N” I replied and cursed myself for stuttering. I mean seriously I had known her for weeks and I still couldn’t control my stutters. “I just ran into Ned and he told me about your movie night tonight and invited me to join you guys. I don’t know if he told you about it yet but I’ll be there. Hope you don’t mind” Y/N said with the biggest smile on her face. God that smile makes never fails to make my heart beat out of my chest. And those soft-looking pink lips, the most perfect set of lips I have ever seen. I wonder what it would feel like to kiss those lips and- “Peter you don’t mind do you?” she continued now with a slightly worried expression. I jumped out of my thoughts and shook the image of kissing her out of my head “N-no no of course not! I would love for you to join us.” I told her emphasizing the word ‘love’ way too much. “Great I can’t wait!” she cheered “walk with me to math?” she asked. I nodded and shut my locker.

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Kakashi requested by raikis (︶ω︶)

Horrible Day

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1200 Words

Story Summary: Requested by @winchester-writes from the drabble prompt list. Sorry it took so long, I lost the list!!! She picked #16: “Drop the attitude.” With Jensen

HERE is the drabble prompt list

HERE is the list of completed prompts


It had been a horrible day. One of those types of days you wanted to crawl back into bed, and wait to try again the next day. Nothing little, like losing your keys, or spilling your coffee. No, when you had a bad day, it went really bad.

It had all started as soon as you had woken up. Rolling over in bed, you realized that Jensen wasn’t there with you. Of course, he had left early, planning on spending the day at the brewery. Sighing, you had gone into the bathroom, only to realize your period had started during the night. That brought tears to your eyes, as you sank down to the side of the bath tub. You had so been hopeful that it was this time. That you would finally be pregnant. You had been trying so hard, and it hadn’t happened yet.

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Coachella // Cole Sprouse

Hey, could you do a Cole Sprouse imagine, where him and the reader are together at Coachella with the rest of the cast. And they all ship them and it is just really cute and fluffy. This would be awesome. Thank you in advance 😊

A/N: Hi guys! I’m sorry it took so so so so long for me to post my stuff, but I am a busy girl (what am I saying? I spend most of my time on Sims and playing video games) and school is almost starting back up again (it’s saturday and i’m talking 11pm right now and i go back on monday help) but I will try to do this for you 💕 Btw, this is short bcos I have never been to Coachella so I couldn’t really describe the experience omg. 

Warnings: Zero. Zilch. Nada.

Words: 867. 

Characters: Cole Sprouse, KJ Apa, Lili Reinhart, Camila Mendes, Ross Butler, Casey Cott. 

You were beyond excited as you walked through the front gates of the biggest music festival you’ve ever attended. You had Cole holding onto your hand tightly, making sure you wouldn’t get lost within the crowds. Camila and Lili were both chatting to you about the fashion, and their outfits. You wore something simple, just like Camila and Lili. A ‘Boho Chic’ styled outfit, paired with white Converse and your hair was in loose curls and you had a huge smile on your face.

Looking up at Cole, seeing his brown hair fall perfectly over his face. His white shirt and blue jeans were simple and you loved it. A lot.

“What are you staring at me with heart eyes for?” Cole whispered in your ear, a chuckle following his question as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his body as you walked to the H&M tent with him and the rest of the cast.

“Because you’re a beautiful specimen and I think you’ve casted a spell on me to make me look at you all the time.” You grinned, shaking your head a little as you looked around, seeing an abundance of celebrities floating around. There was music playing from the live performances and you were honestly so amazed by the relaxed atmosphere. Cole laughed at your comment, pressing a kiss to your temple. You could hear Camila exclaiming how cute you two were as a couple and Lili quietly agreeing with her. KJ, Casey and Ross were all wolf whistling in the background, making you blush and bite your lip.


You were currently dancing with Camila and Lili to the music at the stage where you were with everyone you had come with. It had eventually gotten a bit sexual, where it ended up with you grinding up against Camila, her hands on your body. You were laughing, since you were a bit tipsy and high off the adrenaline, along with Camila, and Cole was standing over with KJ, Casey and Ross. Cole was muttering under his breath. He heard KJ laugh at him. “Jealous are you, mate?”

Cole raised an eyebrow at KJ, chuckling a little bit and shaking his head. “I’m just gonna let her have fun. She’s had a tough few months, so I’m just letting her let loose.” Cole shrugged, running his fingers through his hair and walking up behind you, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “I’m gonna go and get some drinks for the clan. I’ll be back soon, okay?”

You turned around, apologizing to the girls before looking up at him. “I’m gonna come with you, okay?” You took his hand, your bag at your side. You made your way through the crowds, headed towards the little stall where drinks were being sold. You asked for 7 bottles of water, pulling your purse from your bag, but Cole had already handed them the money, telling them to keep the change before taking 4 out of the 7 bottles of water. “I could’ve paid for them, Cole.” You laughed, holding the three bottles, walking besides your boyfriend.

“You don’t need to worry about it right now, my beautiful. I just want you to have fun with us all.” He spoke as the both of you arrived back to your group, who were now all finished with their dancing, and had sat on the grass, just a little bit away from the crowds.

“You two are honestly the cutest. Like, cuter than Michael Jackson and Tatiana Thumbtzen from his music video or whatever.” Camila commented, thanking you as you handed her and Lili a bottle of water, handing the other water bottle you had to KJ, who was also seated next to Camila.

“I think we aspire to be David and Victoria Beckham, actually.” Cole smirked, his hand snaking around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You blushed, looking at Camila and rolling your eyes.

“Well if you pop out babies like the Beckham’s do, I will be astonished and honestly cry.” Lili laughed, making you face-palm, unscrewing the bottle lid and taking a drink.


It was getting towards dark and you were currently wrapped up in a blanket, sitting next to Cole, who was wrapped up in the same blanket, sipping a cup of coffee, from the Thermos that Lili had filled up. “Have you enjoyed today?” Cole asked quietly, his lips brushing against your ear, taking a deep breath.

“I did, actually. Thank you so much for bringing me along, Cole. You didn’t have to.” You smiled, turning to look at him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. You stood up, dropping the blanket and starting to pack your stuff into the back pack you had bought along.

“What are you doing?” Cole asked, watching you put both of your stuff away. You motioned for him to give you the blanket as you spoke.

“Packing. As you can see. I want to spend some time with my amazing boyfriend in a cold hotel room.” You smiled, watching him nod and start to pack up to.

Boy were you happy to have a guy like him in your life.