and that weird star thing right there

Normal Horoscope:

Aries: Every 24 hours without sleep is equivalent to about 1 tab of acid. This is not a challenge.

Taurus: It’s amazing how a half dozen words of mild dissaproval can absolutely ruin a day and send some people into a spiral of murderous vendetta.

Gemini: A desire for companionship is natural. Necromancy is too far.

Cancer: there’s a decent chance the world is a simulation or some vast dream but that really won’t change how much people enjoy things like thigh highs and movies.

Leo: Ideas are not bulletproof, they are vulnerable to heavy arms fire and heat based weaponry.

Virgo: Big words from a pile of weird atomic sand that thinks it can talk and has a name.

Libra: Get it out. Scribble madly on the page. Tear the paper. Damage the desk underneath.

Scorpio: Ever see something interesting by the side of the road? How many of those memories do you have? Why do you remember some and not others?

Ophiuchus: The believers know they’re right.

Sagittarius: I asked a star for your fortune but she just did finger guns at me. Now she’s wearing my aviators. She look cool. I bet you do too.

Capricorn: Wear an apron and nothing else.

Aquarius: There is no justice in suffering. You owe nothing. Treat yourself.

Pisces: The night is a blanket over all of us. There is fear and comfort in the privacy of the dark.

sometimes i laugh b/c like. when we first started exploring astronomy, we used our own solar system as a reference, b/c well. it was the closest thing we could study, right? it only makes sense.

only it turns out that the more we study the universe we find that things that are incredibly common in other solar stystems–like binary/trinary star systems, super-earths, hot jupiters, etc, are completely absent from our system

so like. the more we learn about the universe, the more we realize that it’s not just the earth that’s out of the norm, it’s our entire solar system that’s weird compared to the rest of the known universe 

we’re just. the odd ones out in every way, haha

It is weird when leftists accuse other leftists of optimism, as if that is a bad thing. Two of the most famous leftist sayings are “Another world is possible!” and “We proclaim the right to well-being; well-being for all!” Those are fundamentally optimistic. Not to get too Star Wars over here, but a Rebellion is built on hope. We gotta have hope!

Let’s Start Here (NSFW)

Read on AO3.

Summary: Your breath hitched. No one had ever seen you without clothing before. “O-oh…” you said. “B-but…”

“Shh.” He tugged at your top, and another button popped open. “Go on. Do the next one.”

You weren’t sure what to expect or what to feel–the most you’d ever done was daydream about holding Kylo Ren’s hand. Never kissing. Never stripping. Never…

“Mm.” The corner of his lip quirked. “Keep going.”

Words: 6300

Warnings: EXTREME innocence kink, Medic!Reader, virginity loss, praise kink

Characters: Kylo Ren x Reader

A/N: This is a work crafted especially for one of my favorite humans and smol beans, @kylooppa. We’ve bonded frequently over our mutual love for innocence kink, and I decided to take this to the next rational level. I hope you enjoyed it, boo–I love you so much.

And I hope the rest of you enjoyed it, too! Thank you!

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I’m very disapointed that the fandom haven’t already made this joke yet and that I needed to do it myself.

But here you have it, a very chilled Eclipsa. Uh, by the way, this may be considered spoiler-ish? so yeah, watch out for that….
But if you’re reading this then you’re probably already seen the spoiler, so… whoops?

An Incredibly Minor Yet Underrated Marvel Character

SO imagine this. You are a member of an proud and violent warrior race. You are the handmaiden to the less violent, but probably still p proud Princess of the intergalactic empire that most of your race belongs to. One day, your Princess, whom you have served loyally for many years, gets into some bullshit star-crossed lover biz with a man who is 1) a member of the race your race has been fighting since basically forever, B) A member of the organization that has consistently opposed your empire, and Lastly) who lives on a different planet and is therefore not gonna be around when she predictably finds out she is having his goddamn baby, because of course she is. 

So your Princess has this illegitimate half alien baby now, and her Dad (your Emperor) is like “wow, no” and tries to have it executed on the grounds of he doesn’t like it and he’s in goddamned charge. And the Princess is looking at you, and her eyes are doing that thing were they’re really big and sad, and her lips all pout-y, and if you had the frame of reference you would totally call her out on doing the puppy eye thing but you don’t. So what do you do?

You take the weird hybrid baby to his baby daddy, effectively exiling yourself from your home planet, to go live on a planet were Everyone Actually Really Totally Hates You, also known as Earth(y). 

Sadly, when you get to earth, were you expect to find help from the legendary super-powered princess impregnating warrior hero guy and his buds, you find that the guy has quite rudely kicked the bucket. So here you are, on a hostile alien planet, with no one to help your exiled self or your exiled prince who is half a species you have almost no experience with and also has a price on his head despite the fact he is not yet strong enough to lift said head without help. So again, what do you do?

You become a realtor.  

Yeah, that’s right. You get a fucking job. You settle the fuck down. You take a fucking Pilates class. You raise the weird fucking hybrid baby. In fact, you do not just raise the weird fucking hybrid baby; You love and cherish the weird fucking hybrid baby. You teach the exiled heir to your proud, violent, warrior race to be a sweet ‘lil nerd, who loves pokemon, and comic books, and tries to talk through confrontations, and occasionally hits you with those puppy-dog eyes that got you into this mess in the first place. You don’t complain though. You don’t complain when you’re Prince gets sick and there is literally no one on earth to turn to (because who on earth has ever seen a skrull/kree hybrid, much less treated one?). You don’t complain when you hear Galactus destroys your homeworld and everyone on it (how can you explain to your Prince that you’re grieving for his mother when you’re right there?). You don’t complain when the Super-Skrull burst through the wall of you adopted son’s friend-who-is-totally-not-his-boyfriend-mom-oh-my-god’s apartment and demands your baby go with him. Because you are not someone who backs down from a challenge. 

You pull out a gun and you challenge the greatest warrior of your proud, violent warrior race.

You lose. 

You die. 

But it’s all right. Your son’s not-boyfriend will save him. Your weird alien hybrid baby will become a weird alien hybrid hero, and later, a weird alien hybrid King. Somewhere, your Princess and her bullshit star-crossed lover are very proud. Somewhere else, the galaxies worst Grandfather is very furious. But you, well. Who even are you?

I don’t know. Because the writers never bothered giving you a name. It’s all right though. You know why?

Because I love you. 

THE LAST JEDI - What we know so far *SPOILERS*

These posts are a breakdown of sorts of what know and have seen from the Last Jedi, through means of trailers, behind the scenes, promotional photos, toys, and leaks. While they showcase a lot, they probably will not and  don’t have everything in them - there’s just so much out there. The posts are also not really meant to meticulously piece the timeline together as a whole, they show things in a general sense, time wise, especially within each part, but not always. There is a lot we don’t know, so it would be impossible to anyway. Some of this stuff is a given, but some of it is speculation based on what we’ve been given.  

PART 2 - Aboard the Supremacy/With the First Order

Meet Supreme Leader Snoke’s Mega-class Star Destroyer The Supremacy. 

  • It is ridiculously large, coming in at 60 Kilometers in width, which is a bit more than 3X wider than Darth Vader’s Super Star Destroyer the Executor is in length!

Snoke’s Throne Room 

  • The lift that Kylo later smashes his hemet in, leads to the Throne Room
  • Mostly likely Kylo’s POV as he comes out of the lift, across the walkway and into the Throne room.
  • All eight of the Praetorian Guards are present, as is General Hux. 
  • Two odd shadowy figures are seen in front Snoke’s weird machine thing on the right, which will be looked at a bit later in this post.

Kylo before Snoke

  • Kylo with his mask and cape on, most likely kneeling before his master, perhaps awaiting what Snoke has to say about his failure in TFA.
  • Two of the eight Praetorian guards seen from below the waist. The one on the left begins to move when Kylo picks up his saber, preparing to fight maybe?
  • Lightsaber shot not guaranteed to be the same scene, as we cannot see /don’t know the state of his costume. Cape? Helmet? 

Picking up the lightsaber to fight?

  • High chance of him picking up the lightsaber to fight, because as he is doing that, one of the guards starts to moves mostly likely in response to that action. 
  • The question then is, is this a spar/test at the beginning of the movies or an actual fight towards the end - with a possible team up? hhmmm

Kylo in the Throne Room lift

  • Kylo smashes his helmet against the wall/lights - destroying both
  • Seemingly after his talk with Snoke, something happened and/or was talked about in that throne room that brought him to this emotional reaction.
  • His cape is missing - went in with it, came out without it?
  • Again most likely early on in the film, as Kylo is still wearing his bandage/bacta patch.

General Hux

  • Very little of Hux has been seen - just on his ship and Snoke’s.
  • However thanks to an Official Japanese Star Wars website we have this little nugget of info. “Although Starkiller Base has been destroyed, the New Republic’s leadership was eradicated by the superweapon’s only firing at Hux’s command. From the bridge of the Finalizer, Hux issues commands to pursue the Resistance.”
  • Seen above with Kylo aboard the Supremacy, and possibly on the Finalizer. Note Kylo is wearing his cape again, it’s likely that it might come on and off - like his scarf did, and then eventually will stay of.

Kylo by himself (but still with the FO)

  • He again is not wearing his cape
  • In top and left pictures of the bottom image he seems to be sitting in a similar or the same exact chair seen TFA when talking to Vader’s helmet.
  • Contemplative and moody. 
  • Turning to look at something in the bottom left image
  • In the top art of a still from the movie, he is holding out his hand and probably using the Force at something/someone in FO hallway.
  • Looking out what  is most likely a starship window, in the bottom right image. 
  • Different locations: possibly his personal rooms, a hallway, and what is probably the bridge of a ship.

Either before the Battle of D’Qar or Crait (more likely)

  • Kylo Ren inside a room, overlooking a hangar bay - he is broodily looking out a window again! lol 
  • New FO version of AT-ATs
  • A few AT-STs seen too, probably upgraded as well 
  • Same hangar bay in both pictures, possibly different scenes.
  • Bottom shot might have something to do with Finn, but more on that below. 

Finn, Rose and DJ go undercover in the FO

  • Finn, Rose, and the mysterious slicer known only as DJ, whom they met during their Canto Bight adventure, are seen dress in FO uniform as a  means of infiltrating the FO. 
  • Their plan likely involves some sort attempt at sabotaging Snoke’s ship  as The Supremacy is seen later on fire and falling apart. They could also possibly be attacking other FO ships as well.

Finn  caught and planned to be made an example of what happens to traitors in the FO.  

  • Finn is captured by the FO, maybe on purpose as a distraction, so that Rose and DJ can finish out the plan - plant bombs/or do whatever is necessary in sabotaging the ship.
  • Finn is brought before his former captain, and is being held down on his knees, retained by a Stormtrooper.
  • The new Executioner/Judical Stormtrooper’s role revealed. One is probably instructed to execute Finn with laser ax, possibly in front of all those people in that hanger bay mentioned above, a La Ned Stark. 
  • Will not end the way Phasma and the FO want to though, as Finn is next seen free and battling Phasma in the now ablaze hanger bay. 

The First Order/The Supremacy is attacked

  • Wether by sabotage from Finn, Rose and Dj, or through some other means - the Supremacy is attacked, alighting a hangar bay in flames.
  • The attack likely saves Finn from his impending execution. 

Finn VS Captain Phasma

  • As seen by the area around them and the various AT-STs, AT-ATs, TIE Fighters and a new FO shuttle, seen previously in the Poe Marvel comic line, this is same hanger bay that Kylo looked onto, which is aboard the Supremacy.
  • It is very much on fire, with it literally falling apart around Finn and Phasma.
  • Finn is using the same Riot Control Baton used on him TFA, just in a new configuration. 
  • Phasma is using her new weapon, a pike/spear of some kind. 

Rey in Snoke’s Throne Room

  • Rey, at some point later on in the film - as seen by her clothing, ends up aboard the Supremacy, inside Snoke’s Throne Room.
  • Snoke tortures Rey, with the Force and possibly with a device/machine of some sort.
  • While the on set device is not complete - some cgi probably will be used, the toy version of it shows it casts off a blue glow. The same blue glow that can be seen reflected on to Rey while she is being tortured.
  • As seen at the top of this post, two shadowy figure seeming with glowing blue eyes are in front of it. So the device is definitely important and is being used for something.

A lot is happening with the First Order, they are coming off both a big success with he destruction of the Hosnian System, and a horrible loss  with the destruction of Starkiller Base. Now Snoke is joining them in person, and they going after the Resistance with a vengeance - but whose to say what the state of things will be like at the end of TLJ. 

Part 1 - The Battle/Evacuation of D’Qar

Part 3 - Crait

scottysmurf  asked:

I always find it kinda weird when I'm scrolling down tumblr and one of the (many) Trek pages I follow posts a picture, like an old publicity photo of you and Gates McFadden, and then right after it is one of your posts about retro scifi book covers and retro-future furniture designs. Do you ever see Trek stuff from the people you follow and it kind of weirds you out?

When I see Trek stuff, I usually love it. I love Star Trek, and I love that it’s part of my life. I love that I got to be part of something that people still love, almost 30 years after we started making it. I love that I got to be part of something that inspires people to do great things, that helped create and maintain bonds between parents and children, and is, on balance, a force for good in this terrible world.

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Starfleet’s moral relativism problem: is it ever ok to condemn another culture?

Central to all of Star Trek has always been the Prime Directive – that set of rules that governs our intrepid space explorers from Captain Kirk to Captain Janeway and everyone in between. Poor Captain Archer existed in a time before, and I’ve often pitied him for having to shoulder the burden of having to make some really questionable ethical decisions without having a Prime Directive to shift the blame to when it turned out his decisions really sucked.

At its core, the Prime Directive dictates that Starfleet cannot interfere with the internal affairs or development of alien civilizations. Some of the best Star Trek episodes involved our heroes clashing with the ethics of a rigid application of this doctrine, but there was always one implication of the Prime Directive that bothered me – the idea that we shouldn’t judge other cultures through the lens of our own because who’s to say what’s right and what’s wrong?

This philosophy of moral relativism argues that there are no universal moral standards – sentient beings are completely at the mercy of their own societies to impart a code of moral behavior and whatever it comes up with is “good enough.” There may be common themes among many societies in terms of morals – most seem to agree it is wrong to commit murder, for instance – but ultimately, what is “right” according one society is not guaranteed to be “right” for another. And let’s be honest with ourselves – even with the topic of murder, we still fiercely debate exceptions to the “no murder” rule such as war, capital punishment, or self-defense.

Our own society provides an incredible patchwork of thorny moral and ethical issues that we still have yet to decide upon. We debate things like abortion, torture, slavery, free speech, and more. We probe these issues by asking ourselves questions like, “At what point does life truly begin?” and “Is torture ever justified?” We explore them by posing philosophical experiments like the Trolley Problem and asking ourselves whether it is morally acceptable to kill one person to save the lives of two or more others. 

How does that line go again? Something about “needs of the many” or something? 

But at the end of the day, might (in terms of numbers) makes right in moral relativism. While I don’t subscribe to that theory, there are times when our beloved Star Trek characters do under the guise of defending the Prime Directive. On the surface, it sounds very peaceful and anti-colonialist. After centuries of watching many empires from the Romans to the British set fire to cultural diversity – and given arguments that many Western nations continue to do this today, just without being quite as invadey – this sounds like a nice change of pace. Live and let live. But this also creates a mind-boggling acceptance of suffering, genocide, exploitation, and oppression within Starfleet.

One of the first chronological examples of the faults of moral relativism is found in the Star Trek: Enterprise episode, “Cogenitor.” Archer and his crew meet an affable, three-gendered species called the Vissians, but we quickly learn that only two of the society’s genders have any real rights. The third gender is referred to as a “cogenitor,” and Trip Tucker ends up on Captain Archer’s shit list for teaching it how to read and putting ideas in its head. When the cogenitor later begs for asylum, Archer refuses. It gets worse – the cogenitor is sent back to the people who basically treat it as chattel and commits suicide, and Archer points out that Tucker’s interference led to its death and will mean the Vissian couple will probably never get to have a child. No winners in this ethical dilemma of an episode, only losers. Until you remember none of this would have happened in the first place if the Vissians had just treated the cogenitors like people.

In the Star Trek: The Next Generation episode, “Angel One,” we encounter the cringe worthy society of Angel I, a planet of misandric women who oppress men. We all got a few giggles at the ladies of Enterprise-D being suddenly held in higher regard than their male counterparts, but things get very dark when Beata, the Elected One of Angel I, decides some dudes need to die for spreading heretical teachings that imply men are equal to women. We get a sort of cop out solution in which Beata has a change of heart and decides to banish rather than execute these “heretics” after Riker makes an impassioned speech about basic rights, but Riker was more than willing to let things go bad if need be, because, “The Prime Directive” and “Just because I don’t like it doesn’t mean it’s wrong.”

The 80′s were a weird time. That outfit is a few inches of fabric away from having a codpiece.

In another Star Trek: The Next Generation episode, “Symbiosis,” we’re introduced to the Ornarans and Brekkians and we find out that after an ancient plague, the Brekkians started peddling an expensive and addictive drug to the Ornarans and calling it a “treatment.” There’s no plague anymore – the Brekkians just control the Ornarans through their drug addiction. Dr. Crusher finds a way to synthesize this drug and offers to help wean the Ornarans off their addiction, but what does Captain Picard do? He tells her to mind her own damn business because it’s not the Federation’s place to tell the Brekkians that it’s wrong to deceive and enslave the Ornarans through an addictive drug.

This episode also gave us one of the weirdest brawls in Star Trek history. Like a Reefer Madness for the 24th century, if you will. 

And this is the most uncomfortable part of moral relativism – who gets to draw the line and where do we draw it? On one end of the spectrum, we have moral relativism which claims anything goes – societies should be able to torture animals, employ the slave labor of children, and oppress women as they see fit – just as long as enough people agree it isn’t wrong to do so. At the other end of the spectrum sits moral absolutism, a theoretical construct that would result in a perfectly unified, homogenous culture, but one that would also strip away many facets of culture that lead to human diversity. 

If Star Trek is supposed to serve as a guide for how we might become a more progressive society, it does a terrible job a lot of the time. Now, there are many instances of our protagonists saying “to hell with the Prime Directive!” and taking what most of us would agree is the more morally praiseworthy route. But there’s no rhyme or reason to it. Just look at how they treat the Borg. Why is it ok to let some societies oppress men or drug another species into submission but it’s not ok to let the Borg assimilate the galaxy in their ultimate quest for perfection? 

I’m going to guess the answer is that until the Borg decided to stick nanoprobes in a Federation citizen, the cheerful little robots simply weren’t the Federation’s problem. We might argue that the Prime Directive certainly has provisions for self-defense - how ridiculous would it be to consent to being annihilated or assimilated just because the Federation is afraid of offending another culture and refuses to draw a line in the sand where right stops and wrong starts? The slope gets slippery here though. We could say this mirrors the concept of large Western nations trying to police the rest of the world and impose their customs on other societies - but how many of us watched documentaries about the Holocaust in school and wondered why the hell previous generations allowed shit to get that bad? How many of us continue to stand by while people in Iraq and Syria live under the threat of the Islamic State? I doubt most people even realize what’s going on in the Philippines or Venezuela right now because hey, “Not my country, not my problem.” It is a huge gray area for what constitutes forcing certain customs on unwilling societies and trying to genuinely help people, but if we can’t agree that Nazi extermination camps and religiously motivated beheadings are bad and need to stop (even when they aren’t happening to us personally), I’ll be surprised if we ever make to the 24th century. It makes me wonder how exactly Earth “solved its problems” and created a utopian society in the first place with this attitude of moral relativism.

Let’s face it – we have no shortage of modern travesties that sound ridiculous in the context of this philosophical approach. The Chechen Republic has been reportedly rounding up gay men and torturing them in recent months, and moral relativism would have us shrug and say, “But their culture says homosexuality is a sin.” 

To anyone who actually thinks that, fuck you. 

Bacha bazi, a practice where adolescent boys are groomed for sexual relationships with older men, remains pervasive in many Pashtun societies. Moral relativism would tell us that we shouldn’t condemn predatory pedophilia because to do so would mean unfairly imposing our Western beliefs on their culture. 

Just because one culture says widespread sexual coercion is ok doesn’t make it so. 

I could keep going on, but this post is already long enough. The bottom line is, all too often, Star Trek lazily glosses over a lot of moral and ethical dilemmas by using the argument, “Who are we to judge?” June is Pride Month, and in honor of LGBT individuals all over the globe who all too often have less rights than their cisgender heterosexual counterparts, maybe we should avoid looking to the “progressive” future of Star Trek and instead ask the question, “Who are we to not judge?” 

While I can’t resolve one of the greatest philosophical questions ever devised, someone once gave me a great piece of advice that I think applies to this idea of moral relativism: no person’s belief is inherently worthy of respect, but every person is. 

Fair Game - Smut

Originally posted by dylanholyhellobrien

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stuart Twombly/Reader
Words: 4,833
AN: FINALLY! In celebration of the end of Stuart week, here’s my contribution! Thanks to Kenz and Hay for putting this on, it’s been fun writing about my favorite nerd. @rememberstilinski @sarcasticallystilinski 


You settled in front of the makeup mirror in the back room of the club, opening up your bag and rummaging around for your eyeliner. You smiled at the girl next to you, turning back and fixing your cat eye, puckering your lips as you applied your lipstick.

You’d only been working at this strip club for a few weeks, the money more than enough to help you pay your student loans and bills. You hadn’t told anyone what you’d been doing for work, and it wasn’t because you were ashamed. You knew that people wouldn’t understand, or think you were some kind of slut or something.

Your biggest fear was running into someone you knew, and although you grew up and went to high school far away, everyone came to LA at some point, so it wasn’t far fetched that you might give a lap dance to someone who was in your junior year chemistry class. The last thing you needed was for someone that you knew outside of the place to judge you.

So what were the odds of you being assigned a customer who was exactly that? Stuart Twombly was peering up at you, slightly dazed as his black rimmed glasses sat skewed on his face, a beer clutched tightly in his fist. His brown eyes lit up in recognition, and you shook your head slightly to stop him when he opened his mouth.

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Apple Fritters {Part 2}

{part 1}

word count: 2.1k

pairings: peter parker x reader

warnings: some mentions of food, and some mentions of stalking. other than that–none. oh, i think there’s one little bad word in there somewhere.

a/n: i canNOT believe the popularity of part 1!!! like oh my lanta, that got wayyy more notes than i expected and honestly i’m so glad!! thank you to everyone for your support, it makes me feel amazing. so here is part 2, picking up basically where part 1 left off, with some introduction to more characters and getting a feel for the story. enjoy!!

Your footsteps echoed loudly throughout the now empty halls of Midtown, everyone had scurried off to their first classes. A wave of nervousness crashed over you as you clutched the paper that had your schedule on it tightly. You shouldn’t have stopped for breakfast, or stopped to talk to Peter. If you had gotten to admin at the right time, you wouldn’t be in this humiliating position of walking into your class, everyone staring at you, and maybe puking from embarrassment.

But then again…you wouldn’t have met Peter. You wouldn’t have made a new friend, someone who felt genuine and right. Someone who actually laughed at your jokes, who paid attention to what you said–someone you felt you could get closer to. You wanted to get close to him.

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Older Harry Fics:

Innocent, wealthy, and sheltered Louis Tomlinson arrives to London for a new life and in hope of adventure but instead he meets local badboy Harry Styles. Louis has no idea who Harry really is or what he’s capable of but once he finds out that his angel is no angel at all it’s a bit too late because Louis has already fallen. But will Harry’s Darkness consume him completely? Based on the youtube video Dark. 

Louis was just looking for a job so he didn’t have to start university right away. When he accepted the role as Harry Styles’ personal assistant, he had no idea he would find a lot more than work. 

Louis meets Harry one night and well… Of course things lead from one thing to another. How could Louis not be interested in having a go at the ex-Rockstar who’d starred in his first wet dream?

When Harry asks him to pretend to be his boyfriend to help him clear up his image, Louis agrees because why the fuck not. Yet it kind of feels like the only ‘fake’ part of their relationship is the title they chose for it… And then it gets confusing.

Louis’ pretty sure he walked right into a trap - one he’s not quite sure he wants to escape.

Louis is an out of control teen heartthrob, Harry is hired to get him back on track and they both hate each other while they secretly don’t.

The story where five lads all respond to the same ad about an available flat and move in.

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Beautiful (Snowbaz AU)

A/N: featuring selectively mute!Simon and soft!Baz

- - Simon - -

I don’t think I’ve ever been in the library before, but I have no idea where Penny is and this is my last reasonable idea (the next one being that she’s gone for a swim in the lake, but seeing as it’s about 10 degrees out, this is my last hope).

I walk in and start to call for her before being angrily shushed by a grouchy looking lady behind the desk. “Oops,” I whisper – well, try to whisper, which Penny says is basically a normal talking voice for anyone else when I’m in ‘loud mode’ as she calls it– “sorry, but have you seen my friend Penny?” The lady just glares at me and puts her finger against her lip, so I shrug and decide to just wander the shelves and try and find her myself. Too loud, I mentally rebuke myself. I’m always either too loud or too quiet. The only time I’m okay is when I’m with Penny. She’s good at letting me know. ‘Too loud, Simon,’ she’ll say, or ‘I can’t hear you, love, a little louder?’ I’m also not as anxious around her, so my tongue doesn’t freeze up and feel like lead, not anymore at least. I don’t choke over my words with her.  I shove my fingers into my jean pockets, desperately trying to regain feeling in them and wander deeper into the library. It smells old, but not bad. Like maybe a bunch of posh ancient  vampires lived here. The shelves tower overhead and I could probably get lost if I’m not careful. I’d need a trail of breadcrumbs or something to ever find my way back to the grouchy lady and the front door, but Penny will help me once I find her.

I keep wandering and weaving, peering around shelves and quietly whisper-screaming Penny’s name. I am hushed countless times by people sprawled on overstuffed chairs with thick books and annoyed frowns. After about thirty minutes I’ve given up; even if Penny is somewhere in this maze I’ll never find her. Plus, all the books are distracting (I’ve never been much of a reader, but the pictures on the covers are fun to look at).

Then another thing – well, person – catches my eye. He could be a posh library vampire if he were paler. He has long, dark hair pulled up in a messy bun like it was done up in a rush. Large hipster glasses are sliding off of his narrow nose- which is currently buried in a book. The shadows from the soft yellow lights in the ceiling fall against his face, accenting his sharp cheekbones and firm jawline. I stare open-mouthed at this boy, blinking a few times to make sure he isn’t just a figment of my imagination.

The boy sighs and shifts and I quickly push myself back behind the shelves, knocking over a couple of books as I move. Shit, shit, shit, he probably heard that. I wait for a little while, listening for movement, but don’t hear anything. Maybe he didn’t hear it. I slowly move forward again, peering around the shelf. He’s still there, still reading. I drink in the sight of this absolutely beautiful boy. He coughs, startling me and I start to move back again- tripping over my shoelaces as I go. I fall to the floor with a loud bang, and land on my back. I turn my head and stare through the books, but the chairs on the other side are empty. The boy is gone. I sigh and turn my head back up to stare at the ceiling. Only-there’s a person in my way. Startling grey eyes meet mine and I swallow back a gulp. Wisps of his hair fall against his cheeks. He’s even more beautiful up close.

“Mind telling me why you were watching me?” His voice is deep, deeper than mine. And smooth. A light lilt following his words. I open my mouth to reply, and then shut it again and close my eyes. My verbal communication skills are shitty at best, and in front of a beautiful boy they’re bound to be horrible. I don’t want to ruin the moment (if this even is a moment).

A light thud to my left causes me to open them again and look over. His nose brushes mine from where he’s lying on the ground next to me and he smirks. “You’re staring again,” he whispers. I feel his breath against my face and smile a bit at him, blushing. He grins back and turns his head towards the ceiling. I stare a while longer before looking up as well. The ceiling is quite beautiful, with arches made of dark wood forming large frames for beautiful murals and paintings. We’re lying under a night sky, painted white stars shining down on us. He tilts his head towards me and points a long elegant finger up. “See those brighter stars? In the top corner?” he whispers, tracing them with his finger in the air. I nod. “That constellation is called Cassiopeia, named after a boastful Ethiopian queen in Greek mythology.”

I slowly turn my head away from the stars on the ceiling and back to him. To his bright eyes and small smile as he passionately explains the stories in the stars. He points out a couple of others before meeting my eyes again and pausing.

“I’m Baz.”

“Simon.” I whisper.

I watch him mouth my name, curving his lips around each letter as if treasuring and memorizing each one. Simon. “Well, Simon.” His voice is breathy and light, “what do you see in the stars?”

I look back up, glancing over at him continuously. He nods encouragingly. Hesitantly opening my mouth I wish to everything that words could tumble out but they catch in my throat. I press my lips together and close my eyes, trying to control my shaking hands. I almost wish that I had continued therapy, that it had worked so I could fucking talk to this beautiful boy. That my continuous panic attacks during behaviour therapy hadn’t finally made me give up. Deciding to instead learn sign language with Penny alongside me for rough situations anxiety-wise, where my words choked me and my mouth betrayed me.

“Hey, hey” he whispers, noticing my obvious distress. He reaches out and grabs my hand. “You’re okay, Simon” oh how he says my name. It rolls off his tongue easy and light. “You’re okay,” he repeats, “Do you wanna know what I see in the stars?” I clench my eyes together and nod trying to focus on my breathing. The last thing I want right now is a panic attack. Why couldn’t I have this? Just this. This beautiful boy with his smile and his whispers about the stars.

“Okay,” he continues and points again with his left hand, his other hand staying over mine. “Well if you connect those stars it looks kind of like a dog. I mean not really, but it’s called the Canis Major. Which basically means big dog. I suppose if you use your imagination you can see it. That’s what I love about constellations. You have to use your imagination, otherwise they’re just weird connect-the-dots that don’t look like anything at all.” He looks back at me and I squeeze his hand and smile at him, blinking slowly, trying to savor this wonderful moment. How did I end up on the floor staring at a painted sky with a beautiful boy who doesn’t care that I could barely get my name out. A beautiful boy who lights up when he’s talking about stars and who doesn’t seem to want to let go of my hand.

“Simon,” His breath caresses my face, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Would you like to go get coffee with me?”

“Yes,” I whisper back, my voice cracking slightly from unuse.

“Okay,” he says, “but first you have to answer one question.”

I nod eagerly.

He leans in, nose brushing mine. “Why were you watching me?”

I stare at his lips, not ready to look into his sharp grey eyes. “I- “ I pause, lick my lips, raise my eyes to his.

“You’re beautiful,” I breathe out.

He leans in closer, and his lips brush mine as he whispers back.

“You’re pretty cute too.”

The Girl on Set – Cody Christian Imagine

Requested by Anon: May you do a Cody imagine where you are a fan of tw and you win the contest to visit the set in the final season and you’re so happy because you’re gonna met the cast but mostly exited because you’re gonna meet Cody cause Theo is your favorite character, And when you meet him gets an interest on you and take advantage of every break or every moment to go to talk to you and sprayberry can see you caught him so deep and tell him to ask you out or something?? 

Word Count: 2,430

Warnings: None

Pairing: Cody Chrisitan x Reader

Other Characters in this imagine: Holland Roden, Tyler Posey, and Dylan Sprayberry

Author’s Note: I’m not sure if this is the ending you wanted, but I still gave you the same concept you asked for. I hope you like it and feedback is greatly appreciated :)

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by bysamoylova

“Who is that?” Cody asked as he approached Holland and Dylan Sprayberry sitting on their chairs.

Holland looked up and noticed Cody nodded towards the girl by the craft table with Tyler Posey, who were talking and laughing as they put food on their plates. Holland looked back at Cody with a smile, “that’s Y/N. She’s the one who won the contest to visit the set.”

“We met her earlier in the make-up trailer. She’s really nice,” Sprayberry said after looking up from his phone.

Cody looked back and couldn’t help but admire the girl. Her hair was down with long waves that reached just above her butt. She had dark skinny jeans, which showed off her hips and great butt. She wore a black tank top underneath a red plaid shirt, with a pair of matching red Converse. She was too far to notice the small details on her face like her make-up or if she had freckles. However, he knew one thing for sure, she was beautiful. 

“Do you need a bucket?” Sprayberry’s question snapped Cody out of his trance. He gave him a puzzled look, wondering why he would ask such a thing. As if reading his mind, Sprayberry answered, “for all the drooling.”

Holland giggled. “Someone has a crush.”

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EXCUSES, EXCUSES...

Originally posted by nctaezen

anon said : haechan fluff where he’s on the baseball team and like he catches a ball that was about to hit you with his bare hands and you have to help him around for the week until his hand heals and at the end he like ?? confesses to you ?? :> I just really need some haechan fluff pls

Summary: After hurting his hand to save you from a baseball flying directly at your head, Haechan finds numerous excuses to spend time with you so that you can quote-unquote “make it up to him”…

Warnings: A disgusting amount of fluff bc I love Haechan and listened to “My First and Last” while I was writing this…

Genre: Fluff!

Word Count: 3.6k+


There were definite pros and cons to being part of the yearbook club. A pro would be that you were given the opportunity to take photos. Taking photos may very well have been your favorite thing to do. A con would be that you had to take photos of the baseball team… including the team’s heartthrob.

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R u getting laid

Aries: yeh u getting laid

Taurus: u too busy tryna sort out ya life

Gemini: nah. all ur underwear has holes in em and u gotta take time to buy sexy ones.

cancer: hell nope. nerd lmao

Leo: HELL YES SON

Virgo: not right now, but everyone thinks about what u would be like in bed

Libra: yeah u a hoe

Scorpio: u been fucking ppl up cuz u a mad bitch. but u aint been fucking ppl

Sagittarius: well u have fucked one thing. ur sleeping schedule. 

Capricorn: no one wanna fuk u, ur scary

Aquarius: u been fuckign weird ppl bc u kinky

pisces: ur masturbating a lot

Miraculous Ladybug and Voltron Roles (and everything after)

So the Miraculous crew get flung into space riding on a Blue Lion, crossing the universe to a mysterious Castle, and into a war that spans millennia—a war they never knew about. Here’s what happened next.

·      Tikki (Princess Allura) and Plagg (Coran) have the most powerful weapon in the universe at their fingers, but it’s not their destiny to wield it. Luckily, five teenage pilots unintentionally stumble through their front door, awaken them from a 10,000 year nap, and proceed to shake the very foundations of space and time. Tikki, connected to the Lions and has a strong bond with quintessence itself, knows exactly where each pilot will thrive, eventually growing into the Paladins the universe needs.

·      Marinette is the Black Lion, the head of Voltron. She’s a tricky one—impulsive and trusts her instincts—nearly a good fit for the Red Lion, but she’s exactly the strategic, decisive head that Voltron needs. She’s meant to be leader—and it’ll be a journey to reach her full potential—but that’s part of the fun anyway. (She’s exactly where Keith would be at the end of Season 2 of Voltron in Shiro’s absence, which makes it all the more fun).

·      Chloe is the Red Lion, a supernova that burns bright. Temperamental at the worst of times, passionate at best—she’s a spitfire intent on raging into the world like a shooting star. Only she can tame the Red Lion, and once she has her hands on the controls, there’s nothing stopping her in the heat of battle. But she has a lot to grow before she comes into her role as Paladin, from spoiled Princess of the Garrison to a Paladin of Volron—but only time can tell what the future has in store for her.

·      Alya is the Green Lion, as the tech-savy journalist of the group. Whether she’s chasing a story or a conspiracy, she’s got the highly inquisitive mind and the daring nature that the Green Lion embodies. Always hunting for answers, going out of her way for the truth, a thirst for knowledge that burns deep—it’s why her and Green have one of the tightest bonds of the bunch. She’s a natural born Paladin, and that’s just what the universe needs.

·      Adrien is the Yellow Lion, with his sunshine smile and sparkling eyes. He’s always been quick to raise his friends up, supporting them and defending them when the need calls. The Yellow Lion holds the armor and defense to protect its team, and Adrien wouldn’t think twice before throwing himself in front of a shot to protect anyone he cares about. With the strongest and most resilient Lion, Adrien always answers the call of duty and does whatever it takes to protect the team.

·      Nino is the Blue Lion without question. The Blue Lion is the most open of the Voltron lions—friendliest and most accepting, just like Nino. The boy who took a chance to see the real Adrien behind the “famous model” mask, and welcomed him into a friendship with open arms, it’s no wonder the Blue Lion did the same for Nino. He flows like water—easy going and adaptable, with the confidence to muster nearly any situation—and is truly the heart of Voltron. Open and honest, Nino fits the key ingredients to pilot the Blue Lion.

·      The Paladins accept their duties after a stunning and deadly battle that nearly destroyed the Arusian homeworld, knowing that to step away might sentence Earth to the same devastation the Galra spread to numerous other planets, the same that cost Tikki and Plagg their people, their planet, and everyone they loved. It’s hard though, as Earth was their home and their families remain behind, with questions unanswered and no bodies to bury.

·      Marinette misses home the most deeply—she aches for it like a missing limb. With only her mother and father, their little family was a close-knit one, and the fact that she can’t go back—may never go back, though no one will ever say it out loud—hurts her more than any of Tikki’s wild training exercises. She’ll stand in the control room, watching the star map twist planets and stars around one another in a celestial dance, a soft blue glow painted over her face, with a small frown as the only sign that something deeply troubles her. She’ll never tell the team, except for maybe Alya. She already struggles with being their leader, and one more chink in her armor might give Chloe the chance to make a crater.

·      Adrien’s job is to be a rock. It’s what his Lion stands for, and it’s a duty he takes pride in. Whether he’s protecting his teammates or acting as their crutch, he’s always by their side as an ever-present guard. Outside of battle, it’s even more clear—especially with Marinette. He supports her in her journey to become the leader that Voltron needs. In moments of hesitance and fear, he places a hand on her to offer her stability in the tremulous world they’ve been through in. Outside of Alya, he’s her closest friend. From Adrien, a few words of kindness are all his friends need to curb their worries, fears and insecurities, and any general sadness that might tinge their smiles. He’s the perfect picture of steady and sturdy, but even the rock can have its cracks.

·      Adrien’s story was written in tragedy. It happened a year before, when Adrien was a blossoming young pilot under the Garrison’s eyes, son of the man who would fly the Earth to the farthest reaches of its solar system. Gabriel Agreste and a team of scientists led by Adrien’s mother were assigned the Kerberos mission, the most famous man-driven missions of the Galaxy Garrison, until an incident occurred, and the crew went missing. The Garrison passed the disappearance off as a pilot error, but Adrien, who had learned to pilot under his father’s watchful eye, knew that his father wouldn’t have made a rookie mistake and crashed a ship into a moon. Alya swears the Garrison was covering up the truth behind his parents’ death, but right now, Adrien believes more than anything that his parents would find a way to survive. So, while he’s flying in space with magical robot lion, he’s on the search for answers amidst the stars.

·      Alya’s got her eyes on the prize—looking for answers to the truths the Garrison tried to hide. This villain they’re facing, the Emperor Hawkmoth of the Galran race, wants Voltron for a reason, and she knows she’s seen him mentioned once or twice in the Garrison’s database. Tikki and Plagg have never heard of Earth before, but the Blue Lion was on Earth in the first place. There’s something going on here, and she’s determined to discover the secrets the universe has tried to hide—especially the truth about her mother’s demise and whether the Kerberos crew she was on really did die on a backwater moon of Pluto.

·      Alya spends most of her time immersing in Altean culture in the Castle of Lion’s library. There’s so much to learn about, whether it’s the history of the Voltron lions or how exactly the Blue Lion ended up on Earth and who King Fu (King Alfor) was. Tikki and Plagg are mum when it comes to history, and Alya’s always had a curious streak that might kill her (and Nino who she always manages to drag along). And if her and Nino lose track of time in the dark corner of the library, where a musty smell of age-old books tickles their noses, the rest of the team doesn’t really question it. If anything, at least the two Paladins are growing closer. 

·      Nino’s just along for the ride. Spotting Chloe sneaking Adrien out of the Garrison, who was he to let his best buddy be smuggled away in the middle of the night? Course, Alya and Marinette had to be dragged along if Adrien and Nino were involved, if only to protect them all from Chloe’s unique brand of sufferance. In the heat of the moment, only Marinette could knock Chloe down a few pegs, which Chloe could fire right back. Nino, on the other hand, melted into the group like water, filling their spaces and cracks like an ebbing tide that can be tugged in any direction based on whichever moon in his system pulls the strongest. Accepting and open to nearly anyone, he trusts the most and holds the others in the highest regard—he is truly the heart of the team. He’s the only one who sees Adrien’s cracks, who can keep up with Alya’s ideas, who can bridge the divide between Chloe and Marinette, and who can keep Voltron together on the worst of days. Without him, things might just fall apart.

·      Chloe only meant to show Adrien the weird carvings of lions she’d stumbled upon one day while exploring a group of caves her father, as Director of the Garrison, had declared as forbidden territory. It’s dangerous, he’d told her, but since when had her father’s words ever stopped her? Normally she could wrap the man around her little finger, but when it came to her safety, her father wouldn’t move an inch. Naturally, Chloe pushed him off the edge entirely and molded her own path. There was something calling to her when she was out there, something that needed to be found, and Adrien was into the whole conspiracy shit in the first place, so of course she’d show him her discovery. What she hadn’t expected was for the Nerd Herd to come along—that never ended well. And she was right. She meant to show her closest friend some weird cave drawings, and the next thing she knew, they were hurtling across the stars in a magical robot lion. What’s a girl to do?

·      (Getting the Red Lion was a surprise to everyone—including Chloe. She’s not the type to rely on instincts, skill, etc—she was only in the pilot class because she knew her way around a stick and her father was easy to please. But the more time she spends in Red’s cockpit, with the controls in her sweaty palms, chest heaving as she pulls up from a dive… The more she realizes, she was born to fly. She was born to be here—to sit with an old soul who’s just as passionate and fiery as herself. There’s something to be said, Chloe believes, that she feels more alive in space where she has literally nothing, versus back on Earth where she had everything.)

·      They’re a mismatched batch of kids, pilots pulled from Earth in a jaw-dropping, heart-throbbing whirlwind through a wormhole, but… It’s funny, how well they mesh together. It surprises Tikki and Plagg sometimes, who watch with wide eyes as they execute training drills and mission-ready exercises. By all accounts, they should be divided—they’re children pulled into a war they didn’t know about—children who haven’t embraced their roles as Paladins, their bonds with their Lions, or their relations with each other.

·      Marinette and Chloe have butt heads from the beginning. Marinette will NEVER be Chloe’s leader, her superior, or commander, and Marinette will never become friends with Chloe Bourgeois, but these two simple facts prevent them from forming Voltron. Reluctant acceptance would probably best define their relationship—or a necessary evil. But as they form Voltron and take on the Galran forces, it becomes something else entirely. Lke fire and ice, they contrast each other so drastically that Tikki expects one of them to spontaneous combust one of these days, but somehow Marinette and Chloe have found a way to make it work. With Marinette’s strategic thinking and Chloe’s cutthroat tactics, they make the perfect team in combat and on missions. (Though, if Marinette shows even an ounce of weakness, Chloe will strike, and Marinette is always quick to rise to bait). A toxic potion indeed, one might assume, but one that cancels out the poison to become an antidote entirely.

·      Slowly but surely, they’re coming together. They still have a long way to go—a lot to grow into—but Tikki and Plagg are certain that they can save the universe. Whether it’s the mystery of the Agreste family, the truth behind Hawkmoth, the childish bickering or saving the universe in general—Voltron can overcome anything.

·      It’s just gonna take some time—and a wild ride to survive.