and everyone should love her

i found this and please just read hussies comments on vriska because im almost in tears i cant believe ive never seen this before…. shes my FAVE and i will eat up literally any commentary made abt her 

When I was about to launch into the Hivebent arc, I thought one cool opportunity that presented was to introduce a very major character out of nowhere, who we had literally no foreknowledge of other than one shot of a strange looking horn cropped off panel. The entire profile of this character was always meant to be “someone who is in some way involved with practically everything", and the scorpio sign seemed suited to this. This aspect of her profile was conveyed up front in her introduction, and hammered repeatedly with almost every scene she’s been in. Hivebent was a good introduction to the ways in which she entangles herself nefariously with everything, and slowly but surely, this has been revealed to be the case in the main plotline. It was unclear before, and indeed unclear that this was even a question that needed to be answered, because she had not been introduced yet. And personally, I think there's something kind of exciting which that proposition injects into a story.

Before Hivebent, most of the trolls were portrayed as incompetent at trolling. And when the roster was expanded, the question was begged: are any of these trolls any good at trolling? So part of her profile was also to serve as the ultimate troll. Karkat was an effective troll insofar as he was loud and angry and obnoxious, but that’s about as far as it went. Vriska was designed to be a good troll in the purest sense of the word. She gets people legitimately riled up. Both in the story, and even more importantly, outside it. There is no other troll, or really even any other aspect of Homestuck, which generates more debate. This was intentional, and continues to be. 

02.10.16 // 4:24 PM With love, from Princeton -Kat  

“Shall We Dance?”- Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction

Synopsis: The school is hosting a Winter Masquerade Ball but how is Marinette supposed to contend with a mask, a dress, heels, and two left feet? Lessons that’s how! Good thing Adrien is a good teacher! Primarily Adrinette but there will be at least one chapter with the other portions of the Love Square.

Author’s Note: First of all, this fic is dedicated to @midnightstarlightwrites for helping me make up my scattered mind about what to write. Thanks for the input! Second, it was supposed to be a one-shot. It was supposed to be the final corner of the Love Square one-shots I’ve written. Go figure. I’m not counting this in that because I will touch all the corners at some point. Enjoy! <3

Chapter 1

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was screwed and she knew it. Her face grew pale as she continued to listen to Mr. Damocles his speech about the upcoming Winter Masquerade Ball the school was hosting. Apparently, it was meant to be a chance at a historical research project or something outlandish like that; really though, anyone who had eyes merely had to look over at Chloé to put two and two together to get four. The list of reasons for why she would “insist” on having a Winter Masquerade are numerous but Marinette didn’t have time to think about all that. She had a laundry list of new things to worry about.

Like dancing for example.

Oh she was fine design wise. She already had a beautiful pink princess style dress patterned and ready to make for herself (she was planning to enter it into a dress design competition, sue her) and it wouldn’t take her long to design something for Alya but heels, dress, and mask aside, she had two very dangerous left feet to contend with. A whole host of scenarios ran through her mind of how she was going to ruin everything. Only Alya seemed to notice her concern. Everyone else was focused on their principal, and Marinette returned to reality long enough to hear, “Students, you will have until December tenth to finish your projects and turn them in for presentation at the ball. The school will also be providing ballroom dancing lessons every Wednesday afterschool until then. We will be bringing in a professional teacher to conduct those classes. If you would like to attend them, make sure to sign up before the end of school today. Any questions?” No one raised their hands so he dismissed them for their lunch. Poor Mari disappeared into her mind again. Alya shot her a sympathetic look, gave her a pat on the shoulder, and grabbed her bag.

“Come on Mari. Let’s head over to your place. We can at least start brainstorming the dresses. You know I only want a Marinette original on this bod.” The dark-haired girl gave a murmur. Alya shook her head. She grabbed her elbow gently and guided her out the room. Mari was so distracted that she missed both Nino and Adrien saying good-bye to them and she barely missed the door frame; thank goodness for Alya and her quick reactions. Said girl took it upon herself to guide her friend out of the school building. Down the sidewalk. Across the street. Into the Dupain-Cheng bakery. Finally, into her room where Mari immediately took a seat at her desk and began flipping frantically through her designs in search of something for her friend. Alya took it upon herself to accept the light lunch from Sabine (she thought it was cool that Mari’s parents wanted all of her friends to call them by their first names instead of Mr. Dupain and Mrs. Cheng). She sat on the chaise lounge eating silently as she watched her friend. Every now and then she would mumble something, hold up a piece of paper to eye her and it at the same time, before rejecting it and going back to her search and design. Eventually she found something. With a bright gasp, she held up another design before showing it to Alya. The second girl squealed. “It’s perfect Mari!”

“Glad you like it,” she chirped as she reached for a notepad, making a note of all the materials she was going to need for both of the dresses. She started her mumbling again. Alya eyed her for a second then stood and joined her at the desk, leaning on it.

“Girl, you have got to relax. Your designs are going to be off the chain. We are going to look like two hot chicks even if Chloé comes in an Agreste original.” She paused and then slapped her forehead. “Oh wait. It’s not the designs you’re worried about. Knowing you, it’s probably the dancing. Right?”

Mari flinched and pouted up at her. “Alya, I’m going to mess up! You can’t admit that I’m not clumsy! What if I go to dance with Adrien and my two left feet get in the way and I fall on top of him and break a bone or give him a concussion which sends him to the hospital either way? Then Adrien and Mr. Agreste will both hate me and I’ll be banned from being friends with him, let alone a girlfriend, and I’ll never get a chance in the fashion world! I’ll be stuck sweeping streets. Maybe even begging? Point it: My. Life. Is. Over!”

Alya lost it. She tried really hard to not laugh but this. This was too much. She loved her best friend but her insecurities were a little much to deal with from time to time; this particular time had her doubled over in pain as she held her sides and tried to breathe. Mari continued to pout. It took a moment for her to regain her voice.

“You have got to chill girl. There’s just a couple of holes in that scenario. Like, you asking Adrien to dance? You’ve got to get a halfway decent sentence out to him instead of ‘Hey A-a-a-uh-guh-ah’.”

“I’ve gotten better,” she defended.

“Riiiight. Anyway, even then, you need to be more concerned with the dresses right now. We can sign up for those classes when we get back and I’ll make sure to clear my schedule to be there with you.”

“Yeah! You’re the best friend anyone can ask for.”

“Don’t I know it? Anyway, when do you want to get started on these dresses?” Mari eyed the design and her shopping list.

“You free tomorrow afternoon? The sooner I can get the measurements and materials, the better in my opinion.” Especially since I don’t know when Hawkmoth will mess up my day, she thought bitterly. Alya nodded and took another bite out of the sandwich she’d been eating.

“Sounds good to me. Say, why don’t we invite Nino and Adrien along?” Mari pushed back from her desk, her eyes wide.

“A-Adrien?! Why?” Alya shrugged.

“I figured he might be interested in seeing what you’re doing. After all, he is a designer’s son.” Mari narrowed her eyes.

“You’ve got something else planned don’t you?”

Alya batted her eyelashes and moved away from the table. She sauntered over to the chaise lounge to gather her belongings. “I have no idea what you could mean my dear Marinette.”


“My lips are sealed and no amount of begging will get them to come undone. C’mon. We need to get back to school to sign up for those classes.” The brunette left out the trap door first, shutting it behind her. Tikki flew up from Mari’s purse, a giggle on her lips. Mari grumped at her.

“Don’t you say it. I know what you’re thinking and it’s not going to work.”

“Oh Mari….”

“It won’t. Adrien isn’t going to go with us, I’m not going to get my chance to ask him to dance with me, and you and Alya are not going to start some weird shipping name for us.”

“Suit yourself,” she shrugged before vanishing again with a fresh cookie into the purse.

Marinette came down the stairs this time, carrying her own dirty dishes. Both girls helped with washing, drying, and putting up before grabbing a small tart each from Tom on their way back to school. She was feeling more like herself having already picked out the dress patterns so quickly and making a list of the things that she needed to make them but the dancing still weighed heavily on her mind. Alya dragged her over to the sign-up sheet as soon as they entered the building. Eyeing it showed her two things: one, that a majority of the students in her class and several from the other classes had signed up and, two, that Adrien had not. She guessed that would make sense. Living in high society meant that he probably had a whole repertoire of ballroom dancing styles and skills. That or he was booked on Wednesdays now and she just didn’t know. She hadn’t updated his schedule in her room in a while and made a note to do so soon. Alya patted her on the shoulder again. Once both of their names were written down, they returned to the classroom where both Nino and Adrien were sitting in their usual seats. Alya leaned down quickly to give Nino a quick kiss on the cheek. Mari blushed heavily when she spotted her making eyes at her as if to say “You should do the same to Adrien.” If anything, this made her avoid eye contact with the boy as she made her way to her own seat where she promptly met the other girl with an elbow in the side. She merely giggled.

Before Ms. Bustier could get started, she leaned down and tapped Nino on the shoulder. “Hey Nino, Adrien,” she called, getting the blonde’s attention, “Mari’s gotta get some supplies to make our dresses. I figured since it’s a given that at least the three of us are going together,” she motioned to herself, Mari, and Nino, “we could all go look at the materials together. You already know you’re going to be matching me babe. No amount of arguing will stop it.” Nino rolled his eyes as she playfully rubbed his head.

“Wasn’t going to dude.”


“Uh, Alya,” Adrien cut in. “What do I have to do with any of this?” All three turned their eyes to meet him so quickly, it almost made him wonder what in the world he just said wrong.

“Uh dude, you know you’re part of this group whether you want to be or not?”

“Yeah Adrien. You’re one of our friends. You are more than welcomed to join us. I just haven’t gotten the chance to ask if you wanted to go to the ball together and for the record, one of us was going to ask you to come.” He blinked and looked between the three of them. His heart beat rapidly and heat rushed to his face, causing him to stutter for a second. Never. Never had he been treated like this before and it made him feel almost like a kid let loose in a candy shop. “So what do you say? Can we expect you tomorrow afternoon and at the ball?”

“I’ll go,” he quickly answered. “I’ll go. To both.” He would have to sneak away from Nathalie and the Gorilla but he would do it; he would go, he would have fun, and he would have some bonding time with his friends. Alya and Nino let out a triumphant shout while Marinette released an unearthly screech. Adrien eyed her. Did she not… Did she not want him to go? Before he could ask, a voice cut in.

“I’m sorry but I didn’t realize I taught in a zoo. If you four would kindly stop being loud in class, we can begin today.” The four of them sunk a bit in their chairs, appropriately abashed, as Ms. Bustier introduced some Victorian Literature, explaining that ballroom dancing was important to that society and would thus be part of their focus for the rest of the fall semester.

Marinette was unfortunately so focused on what the teacher was saying that she failed to see the wheels turning rapidly in Alya’s head.

Oh, tomorrow was going to be fun.

Chapter 1′s real short but I hope you enjoyed it! I’ll post the links to the other websites as soon as I get them up. Also, if you have the Ladybug Amino, check me out on there as well! 

Thanks for reading!      

Chapter 2 | Last

Currently reading A Gentleman in Moscow, my most lovely birthday present from @colourmeread 😘. Everyone should go check out her account, she is beyond awesome. 🙌🏻 I am so, so looking forward to this book. The last great book I read was Six of Crows for the #colourmereadchallenge, and I’m hoping to enjoy this one just as much!


get to know me [1/10] celebrity crushes ★ mindy kaling: i had these kind of unrealistic expectations that were fueled by romantic comedies, and it has both helped me and hurt me in many ways. It helped me because, in general, they’ve made me hopeful. I just figure things will eventually work out for me. But nobody is like any Tom Hanks character. Nobody is Hugh Grant. No one is Meg Ryan! 

Mr. Matchmaker


Request: Well my PalForLife™ ( @princeofsassgard ) asked for ca:cw Peter Parker one shot and who am I to turn down Allison? I love her so much and everyone should go follow her. She’s the sweetest.

Summary: You’re best friends with Peter Parker, Tony meets you both, sees you’re into each other and decides to play matchmaker.

Warnings: Holy fucking shit I don’t think there’s any swearing in this one (well I just swore then but that doesn’t count….right?)

Originally posted by teamunderoos

You stood beside Peter in the small elevator going up to his apartment. The stressful school day was over and your backpack was full to the brim with the homework. It was nearly everyday that you two hung out after classes and today was no exception. You were friends, good friends, best friends and being Peter’s best friend meant seeing him through everything, even his dumpster diving which was a regular after school occurrence.

“Can’t believe that perfectly good DVD player was just sitting there” He smiled over at you.

You grinned back “Me too. I’ll help you set it up and stuff but then I gotta’ get home for dinner”

Peter’s smile faded partially and his eyes fell to his shoes which made you furrow your brows at him. Without lifting his eyes to meet yours he began nervously twiddling the zipper of his hoodie “I was thinking…”

“That’s never good” You joked and smiled once again when you saw his eyes reconnect with yours and a grin return to his face however his nervous twiddling still carried on.

“As I was saying…” He began “I was thinking maybe, um, you could stay a little longer. We could watch a DVD on this thing. I have Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back on DVD, we could watch that” He lifted the old player to show what he was talking about.

You chuckled and blushed slightly at his offer then opened your mouth to reply but the elevator doors dinged open cutting you off.

“This is our floor” Peter rushed before you could finish what you’d planned to say and quickly stepped out with you following closely behind.


Aunt May gave you a kind greeting the moment you walked in, as always “How was school today?” She asked as you and Peter wandered into the kitchen, Peter turned to Aunt May while you bent down to look in the fridge for a bottle of water. You couldn’t see what was going on behind you but you heard Peter respond to his Aunt.

“It was okay, there’s this crazy car parked outside….” He trailed off sounding a little dumbfounded “Hey Y/N, would you mind, uh, waiting in my room. Set up the DVD player or something”

That both caught your attention and confused you, so you stood up straight, closed the fridge and turned to see a shocked looking Peter staring at the man sat beside Aunt May on the couch. Mr freaking Stark.

Your eyes widened “Mr…Mr…”

“Mr. Stark” Tony said.

“Yeah, I know, kind of a big fan”

Peter nudged your shoulder with his “You can geek out later, go set up the DVD player”

“Yeah, sure” You said, still in shock as to why the Tony Stark was in Peter Parker’s crappy Queens apartment.


You weren’t sat twiddling your thumbs on Peters bed for long before Tony Stark and Peter walked in. Tony walked straight over to where Peter’s Computer sat while Peter stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.

“What do we have here? Retro tech, huh?” Tony looked down at you “Salvation army?”

You shook your head and responded “The garbage actually”

Tony looked back over at Peter “Who’s this?” He tilted his head in your direction “Spiderman’s trusty sidekick”

You didn’t let Peter reply to him however and stood up from the bed “I’m no one’s sidekick, Mr. Stark”

“So you’re his girlfriend then?” He asked, lifting his eyebrows.

Peter took a sharp intake of breath “No, uh, no it’s not like that”

“Yeah, we’re just friends” You were quick to back your ‘just friend’ up.

Tony scoffed knowingly and shot a smug look toward both you and Peter “Young love. So blind”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked. Tony looked even more smug at this point and walked closer to where Peter stood, speaking to him rather than you.

“When are you gonna ask the girl out, Parker?” He asked. You could hear what he was saying and Tony clearly wasn’t bothered by that.

Peter awkwardly shrugged his shoulders and gave you a look that said ‘help me out here’ before looking back at Tony “I-I-I don’t…um”

“So you don’t like her?”

“What! No! I do, I really like her” He rushed out quickly.

Tony shifted his body to the side so that Peter had a clear view of you, Tony placed one hand on his shoulder and said “Don’t tell that to me. Tell that to the girl”

Peter visibly took a deep breath in, he seemed to be arguing with himself in his head. But his decision was made, he shot Tony one last nervous look but Tony just returned it with a reassuring one. Then Peter spoke, this time to you “I like you Y/N. A lot. And I know you see me as a friend but there’s no other girl I’d want to go rifling through dumpsters and watch Star Wars with. You’re the prettiest girl I know and you’re amazing”

Tony seemed pleased with himself “Call me Mr. Matchmaker from now on” then he whispered to Peter “Now ask her out”

Peter nodded quickly to Stark to show he understood then looked back at your grinning face “Do you wanna’ go out some time?”

Both Peter and Mr. Stark looked at you expectantly, waiting for what you had to say and just like Peter you took a deep breath inwards before replying “Yes, a thousand times yes”

A/N - Tagging @hollysleeps @panic-angel3314 @justapieceofgeekytrash @calmforwinter


I think I remember reading that these drawings were made by one of the directors…

anyway, whenever i think about the way that jean and logan’s relationship was portrayed in the movies i get so…… Frustrated bc they completely missed the point of the two of them. their relationship is so much more than a one sided romance or a Burning Attraction™ it’s…… much more complex and deep and meaningful than that and they just completely missed that with the movies and it’s so fffughuifgiufhgduih it’s infuriating Goodbye