apple is going on about nothing

I’ll leave this here...

1) “No funny introduction this time, is a very serious one. The thing is there are always bad apples, people who would go to any length for a like, but I have seen this weekend someone taking material from JIB8 videos to make some kind of disgusting joke trying to make Jensen look drunk (he wasn’t) and making fun of it (I wonder if they had permission for the material because it would surprise me that any JIB atendee would lend their material for such a disgrace). And the comments are… well, some people should be ashamed of calling themselves fans. But well, about that there is nothing I can do.
I have mention several times that I love sharing my material, and told you, to take whatever you want, to share, to use it (with respect). But, if I see, or find that any of my material ends in any of of the pages of Wayward Winchester, the sharing will stop. I put a lot of effort and love in taking photos and videos for those not lucky to have a good seat and/or for those that can’t go, and I do it with pleasure because you are all my JIB family, a family that I have chosen to belong to, and seen some “called” fans trying to pervert such wonderful experience pisses me off.”

2) “No one who was there is complaining, only those who couldn’t be there. Is probably simply jealousy. But still disgusting “

3)  “I understand what you saying, I saw that video of Wayward Winchester and disgusted me too, also the comments of some people really bothered me. I don’t think he is drunk at all, he has just have fun.”

4) “some of them are simply trolls” 

5) “yep I already deleted one user’s comments because they were clearly just there to try and wind everyone up.”

6) “I have learned that I am judgmental child for having dared to “claim” Jensen wasn’t drunk.. That by people who weren’t there..”

7) “ Oh, well…I’ve read that Jensen was drunk, that Misha was depressed and Jared was not himself. I tend to ignore these things most of the time are people just tryin to get attention. “



… In case you wanted to see the difference between fellow con-attendees and the rest of the internet.

SKAM S04E06 Clip 5 - Let’s go bitches

ISAK: Hello.

SANA: Hi.

EVEN: Hi, Sana.

ISAK: Where did you see it last?

EVEN: I don’t know. I think it’s in the bed, but I can’t find it. I’m sorry I’m stressing. I have to make it to work on time for once.

SANA: What a nice place.

ISAK: Thank you. Snooped around flea markets and picked out the cheapest stuff.

EVEN: You call that snooping?

ISAK: Yeah, I guess it’s that. Took the first -

EVEN: We were able to get quite a lot of stuff.

ISAK: Huh?

EVEN: We were able to get quite a lot of stuff.

ISAK: Yeah.

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passiontherainwing  asked:

You....you've only been drawing for about 5 years? ...how? The only explanation is that you're a god

See, drawing is a lot like studying math!

While solving equations and other problems you use certain rules and formulas that you learned in school. Kids do simple stuff like adding apples and high schoolers calculate derivatives and that’s okay! But! Literally nothing stands in the way of a 5th grader to go and learn derivatives! These concepts aren’t that complicated and if they are passionate about it, have the right books and maybe some external help, they are tots able to do it!

Same goes for art, it is based on certain rules! And the faster you get to know them (just like math formulas!) then the more you’d be able to draw! So go for it! :D

Through the Years (Part 2)

Summary: Through mysterious circumstances, you find yourself exchanging letters with a man who lived 70 years in the past.

Word Count: 1,295

Warnings: None.

Part 1

A/N: Hope you all like this part! Ahhh. 

Originally posted by imissyourbattlecries


2011

Leo and you stood outside of your new flat, arms crossed as you helplessly watched the firefighters walk in and out of what was supposed to be your brand-new home. Leo hung his head, rubbing the nape of his neck as you looked on, grateful that you had yet to move in everything.

You scoffed and nudged Leo’s side. “Aren’t you glad we didn’t move in last week like you wanted us to?”

He glared at you. “Don’t.”

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Stop
S T O P
Thinking of Yuri Plisetsky as a child

Here, lemme help you since everyone’s grip on this character and 15 years olds in general seems to be a little abstact

15 years olds:
-are often aware of themselves and their own sexuality
-even if they may lack in experience they are almost adults. NOT children.
-they are often capable of understand politics and develop an opinion on their own
-this is often around the age people start to understand their own sexuality, wether they are gay, straight, bi or whatever and they are cis, nonbinary or whatever.

In regards of Otayuri:
-If otayuri were an high school au otabek would just be his senpai, two years age gap is healthy and normal
-Being 18 years old and being and adult are two different things. 18 years olds are still teens
-As a 18 i’ve got a lot of friends around the age of 15, and at 15 I had a lot of friend that were 18. Yuri is way more mature than your average 15 years old, and also, we don’t know much Otabek and his behaviour, he got like, three mins of screentime and everything we thought of him had been proved wrong by Kubo (we thought of his as the responsible one, we’re told he’s a bad boy, we thought he’d enjoy classical music, we’re told he djs)


And aside from that, Yuri Plisetsky:
-has been living by himself, hours away from home since he was probably around eleven or so
-has been mature enough to understand he needed to economically provide for his family since juniors, has the discipline to do so without gettind distracted
-has the discipline to work hard towards a goal as time consuming as a professional sport that means no partying or staying up late even if being a teen he probably enjoys it
- he was never really shown being disgusted by relationships, in fact, while he does use Yuuri to anger Viktor he’s shown not to care about their relationship, nowhere was said he finds romantic relationships gross
-Yuri is a professional skater, when he said he wanted to skate to eros he probably really felt it suited him. He skates to win, he would not choose himself a choreography if he weren’t sure he could pull it off and win
-on this note, Yuri is more than phisically developed, he’s just short. As shown, in fact, by the choice of a male seiyuu with a deep voice, and the adams apple he visibly sports. While nothing says he can’t still go through a growth spurt, he’s been granded quads so that should mean he is phisically ready for it.

His loud mouth is a defense mechanism, he could still have it at the age of 30, it has nothing to do with being childish.

STOP destroying Yuri Plisetsky’s character, he’s so well written. Stop understimating him, recognize his fucking worth, or he’ll cut you with his knife shoes.

I’m Not Promise, I Drunk (Pt. III)

Part One, Part Two

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader, BestFriend!Cheryl

Request: Yes and no

Summary: After days of Jughead avoiding her, [Y/N] finally plucks up the courage to fix her mistakes and figure out what was really bothering her ex-boyfriend, but she didn’t expect what had ticked his brain.

Warnings: None

Word count: 4,569

A/N: This is the last part of this mini-series! Hope you guys like it. So sorry that it came so late. I’ve been drowning in school work. The last part of this is very rushed but I hope it’s okay. There will be no other parts to this.

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Pumpkin Juice and Butter Beer- Tom Holland One Shot (Hogwarts AU)

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: You were once friends with Tom, but, because of his Gryffindor pride, he ended the friendship. During your last year, with the help of pumpkin juice and butter beer, you both discover your true feelings for each other.

Word Count: 2500

Warning: Tom’s a bit of a jerk in this.

A/N: Because Tom bashed on Hufflepuffs and I am a proud Hufflepuff. I based this off a Dramione type relationship (because Im a big shipper).

~~~

“"Y/N! You’re never going to believe what just happened to me.” Your friend, Victoire, smiled once she had caught up to you in the corridor.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Teddy’s just asked me to the Yule Ball. Wonderful, isn’t it?” She squealed giddily.

“That’s amazing. I told you he’d ask.” You replied, genuinely happy for your friend.

“Right. Now, we just need to find you a date.” She stated, nudging your shoulder.

“No, we don’t, Vic. I’ll probably just spend my night in the library with the books.”

“I won’t let you.” Victoire said, as you two rounded a corner on your way to Potions, “We will find you a date for the Yule Ball, Y/N.”

“I-” You started, but were cut off by a sharp laugh. You continued to walk to class, ignoring the loud-mouthed Gryffindor, Tom Holland, behind you.

“Y/L/N needs a date to the Yule Ball? What has no one asked the Hufflepuff princess yet? Figures.” He commented. His loud voice echoing off the dungeon halls. Victoire came to a halt, making you stop in your tracks. You both turned around the face him. You could see his group of friends- correction, his posse- behind him.

“Like you’ve got a date to the Ball, Holland.” Victoire replied, making him scoff.

“No girl here at Hogwarts is good enough for me. Not even you, a part Veela, Weasley.”

“I’d rather die than be your date.”

“Come on, Vic. Let’s get to class.” You said, pulling your friend into the classroom, despite all of you having the same potions class. Tom and his group entered shortly after you, sitting on the far side of the room from you.

It hadn’t always been like this. You had met Tom on the train ride to Hogwarts during your first year. He was sorted into Gryffindor and you Hufflepuff. That was where you met your best friend, Victoire Weasley- daughter of war heroBill Weasley and niece of the Golden Trio. You and Tom were close until fifth year. Something in him had switched and he decided his reputation would be damaged if he was friendly to a single Hufflepuff. From then on, he became your biggest annoyance- throwing harsh comments at you while passing by you in the halls of Hogwarts. What hurt the most about his “switch” was that your feelings for him had grown significantly over the few years prior. Your feelings had shifted from platonic to romantic, and Tom suddenly leaving you was the largest pain you had ever felt.

You were pulled from your thoughts when your potions professor entered the room. He turned to the class and asked, “Can anyone tell me what the most powerful love potion is called?”

You raised your hand, immediately knowing the answer. He pointed at you to reply, “Amortentia, sir.”

“Correct, Miss Y/L/N. Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It’s an incredibly difficult potion to make, which is why, for this Advanced Potion Making class, you will be working in partners as you make it. It will smell different for each person. Whatever you do, do not drink it; if you do, you’ll be spending a lot of time in the infirmary.” He clapped his hands together, “Right. Amortentia can be found on page 83. You know the drill- get brewing!”

“I’ll get the ingredients.” Victoire said, before she left to the cupboard with all of them.

“Ditched already?” Tom questioned as he passed by you.

“What do you want?” You asked, looking up from your textbook.

“Nothing that involves you- that’s for sure.” He replied with a laugh.

“Then why are you at my table?” You replied, glaring at him.

“Wow, you are feisty. I’m just on my way to get ingredients. Don’t get excited, Y/L/N.”

“Over you? Never.” You stated as he turned around to walk towards the cupboard.

“What did he want?” Victoire asked you, setting the ingredients on your table.

“To annoy me, most likely. It’s Holland- what did you expect?” You answered, reading through the instructions. She just shrugged in reply.

“By the way, will you come with me to Hogsmeade tomorrow? I need to find a dress for Saturday.” Victoire asked.

“Of course. What else would I do?”

“Homework? Studying? Reading? There’s a whole list of things you do on the weekend other than socialize.” She replied, making you roll your eyes. “I also need shampoo. Your lavender shampoo doesn’t work with my hair.”

“It’s not my shampoo’s fault that your hair is perfect.” You replied.

“I can’t help it.” Victoire laughed, “Okay, how do we make this love potion?”

~~~

“Did we do this correctly?” You asked.

“I don’t know. Why don’t we smell it?” Victoire suggested.

“That won’t work because Amortentia smells different for everyone.” You stated.

“Well, it looks like what the book described it as.”

“Professor? Can you check ours?” You asked, calling him over. With one glance at it, he smiled at the two of you.

“Perfect. Well done, ladies.” He said, before going off to check the other potions. Victoire leaned in and smelled it.

“Smells like Teddy- bubblegum, broomsticks, and sandalwood.” She smiled, “Your turn.”

“I don’t-”

“Smell it. He said not to drink it. He said nothing about smelling it.”

“Fine.” You sighed before sniffing it. “Freshly cut grass, butter beer, and some musky cologne.”

“Well, who is it?” She asked.

“I don’t know. They’re three random, and very common, scents.”

Across the room, the same discussion was being had between Tom and his friends.

“So who smells like pumpkin juice, apple pie, and lavender?” Harrison asked.

“I’ve got no idea.” Tom replied, shaking his head in confusion.

~~~

The next day, you went with Victoire into the only dress shop in Hogsmeade as she looked for a dress to the ball.

“Y/N, you need to look for a dress for yourself.” Victoire said. She stopped searching for a dress in the racks and turned to you.

“No, I don’t. I’m not going.” You stated.

“You have to go. Please.”

“I can’t third wheel.”

“You won’t. Even Teddy wants you to come. His friends will be there. We’re in a group. Come on, Y/N. Please go with me.” She begged.

“Okay, I’ll go.” You sighed and she clapped her hands together in glee.

“Yay!” She smiled, going back to searching for dresses.

After spending a lot of time in the shop and leaving with a dress for each of you, you and Victoire headed to the Hog’s Head for drinks. You sat in a booth near the door and ordered two pumpkin juices along with a slice of apple pie.

“Tomorrow’s going to be so much fun.” Victoire grinned.

“Sure.” You nodded, taking a sip of your drink. The door opened and in stepped none other than Tom Holland, along with his posse of Gryffindors.

“Ah, boys, the Hufflepuffs have taken our table.” He said, looking at you and Victoire.

“Your name’s not on it, so it’s not yours.” Victoire replied.

“We always sit here, so it’s ours, Weasley.”

“Boohoo, it’s a table. Get over it.” She stated. Tom scoffed before sitting beside you in the booth.

“Well, if you won’t move.” He shrugged. His friends either pulled up some chairs or sat in the booth with you and Victoire.

“You’re such a child, it’s pathetic.” Victoire said as the waitress came over.

“Butter beers all around.” Tom ordered for the group.

“Okay. And your dessert will be right up.” The waitress informed you.

“Thank you.” You smiled as she left. Tom turned to you and eyed the dress bag beside you.

“So, Y/L/N, did you get a date for the Ball after all?” He asked, sitting up straighter in his seat.

“I’m going with friends.” You replied, shifting uncomfortably.

“Victoire’s got a date-what other friends do you have?” He laughed and you looked him in the eye, glaring at him.

“I have other friends. They just happen to not follow me around like my shadow.” You said as the waitress returned.

“Butter beers for the whole group and an apple pie for you.” She stated, handing out the drinks and giving you the dessert. Simultaneously, you and Tom both looked at each other. Tom looked away first, taking a sip of his butter beer. “Would you like a refill on that pumpkin juice?” At the waitress’ question, Tom choked on his drink, thinking back to his Amortentia potion.

“No, thank you.” You replied. She left with a nod.

“Y/N, let’s move to another table.” Victoire said, standing up. You followed her over to an empty table on the complete opposite side of the place.

“You love him!” Victoire stated once you sat down.

“What are you on about?” You asked, hoping to avoid the topic.

“Your Amortentia smelt like him. Think about it: he drinks butter beer, he’s a Quidditch player so that explains the grass, and I bet his cologne is musky.” She explained, “Plus, you totally liked him back in fourth year. I didn’t think you’d hate him, even after what he did to you.”

“You’re unbelievable.” You mumbled, hiding your head in your hands, “I thought you hated him.”

“Oh, I do, but, if you love him, the best thing I can do is support you. I will hex him if he breaks your heart.” Victoire replied and you let out a laugh, “So, was his cologne musky?”

Across the pub, the boys were having a very similar conversation.

“It’s her then?” Harrison asked Tom.

“I didn’t smell any lavender.” He said, denying the very blatant fact in front of him.

“Ask her to the ball. Tell her you like her.”

“You never tell a girl you like her ‘cause it makes you look like an idiot.” Tom replied, causing laughter to erupt throughout his group.

~~~

The next night was the Yule Ball, the biggest dance for Hogwarts students. Your excitement grew as the time drew closer to the ball because of how excited Victoire was for it. You two entered the ballroom and immediately went to find Teddy and his friends.

“Victoire, you look absolutely fantastic.” He smiled at her.

“Thank you.” She blushed.

“May I have this dance?” Teddy asked, holding out his hand to her.

“You may.” She replied, slipping her hand into his and he led her away. You stayed behind and chatted to your fellow Hufflepuffs.

“Look who it is- our favorite Gryffindors.” One of your Hufflepuff classmates said. You turned to see who they were speaking of, only to find it was Tom and his gang. The boys had just arrived to the dance. A few broke off from the group, as they had dates. The others just followed Tom to a table.

“Y/N, didn’t you used to be friends with Holland?” Another one asked. Almost as if he heard his name, Tom looked over at you from across the room. His eyes caught yours, but he quickly turned away to talk to his friends.

“Yeah,” you replied with a nod.

“What happened?” The Hufflepuff inquired.

“It’s a long story.” You answered, “I’m going to grab a drink.” You turned and headed for the drink table. As you were scooping punch into a cup, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“If it’s pumpkin juice you’re wanting, then that’s not it.”

“What do you want now, Holland?” You asked, turning to him with your cup in hand.

“I just came to warn you that it’s not the pumpkin juice you’d like.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Because,” he took the cup out of your hand and set it on the table beside you, “the Slytherins put firewhiskey in it and who likes a combination of firewhiskey and pumpkin juice.”

“I guess I’ll just go thirsty then.” You replied.

“What? I don’t get a 'thank you’?” Tom asked, making you roll your eyes.

“Thank you.” You said. You began to walk away when his hand caught your wrist.

“Wait. I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

“About?”

“Pumpkin juice.” He replied, dropping your wrist. You gave him a confused look. “What I mean is- do you like pumpkin juice?”

“Yes, it’s my favorite drink.”

“And apple pie is your favorite dessert?” Tom questioned and you warily nodded, “And lavender your favorite scent?”

“How did you know-”

“My Amortentia smells like you- all the things that you love.”

“Look, Tom-”

“I’m sorry for everything. I really liked you back in fifth year, but a lot of Gryffindors kept telling me that I can’t be with a Hufflepuff and I fell into their peer pressure trap. I thought by being mean to you, my feelings would go away. The truth is, though, they haven’t- not one bit. With the Amortentia, it hit me that I do still care about you and I do still love you.” After he finished his speech, you stood breathless in front of him as you tried to process all that you had just heard. “Please, say something.”

“Mine too.” You mumbled.

“Pardon?”

“My Amortentia smelt like you too- butter beer, freshly cut grass, and musky cologne.”

“Really?” He asked hopefully.

“Yes.” You nodded in confirmation.

“So, Y/N, am I forgiven?”

“I’ll forgive you, but don’t expect me to forget.” You replied, causing a smile to form on his face.

“May I have this dance?” Tom asked, holding his arm out to you. You smiled as you placed your hand in his.

~~~

“Come on, Vic! We’re going to be late.” You said, pulling your friend down the corridor.

“Why are we in such a hurry? It’s only Quidditch.” She asked.

“Yes, but it’s Hufflepuff versus Gryffindor.”

“Which one are you supporting then?” Victoire questioned, pointing to the Gryffindor scarf around your neck.

“I am rooting for Hufflepuff, but supporting Tom. I’m not going to support the entire Gryffindor team.” You explained as you two hurried up into the Hufflepuff stands. Your fellow Hufflepuffs gave you questioning looks for wearing a Gryffindor tie. In your defense, you evened it out with a Hufflepuff beanie.

“Look! There he is!” You grinned as the competing teams entered the field. Tom immediately found you in the stand and waved your way. You waved back, watching him smile excitedly.

“And look! There’s Teddy.” Victoire said, waving over to her boyfriend on the opposite side of the field.

“May the best seeker win.” You stated.

“Hey, you said you were rooting for Hufflepuff.”

“Well, our chasers could score enough that Gryffindors catching the snitch doesn’t automatically make them win the game.”

“Hufflepuff better win, Y/N, or your house is going to be very upset with you.” She replied and you shrugged.

“I don’t care what my house thinks. I’ve got you, my best friend, and I’ve got Tom, the best boyfriend there is.” You said, hugging Victoire as the game began.

it was just a matter of time- riarkle headcanon

-Riley and farkle move away for college because they got into colleges hella close to eachother (because of course they did)

 -Maya and lucas move in together too cuz lucas is going to vet school 30 min away from where maya goes to art school

-So they rent an apartment

-So what do you do when you buy an apartment together? you furnish an apartment together

-Farkles parents basically ruffle his hair and toss a credit card at him when he tells them so riley decides that just this once she can take advantage of the situation

-Riley is very into interior design

-Farkle is very into riley

-So he just kinda agrees with her on everything and she designs a BANGING apartment

-At one point she goes into a pottery barn and goes “ill take that” to the salesclerk

-“What, the chair?”

-“No. the room.”

-It ends up looking fantastic because of course it does

-So college starts, riley is an overachiever of course and takes way too many classes and is constantly sleep deprived

-Which means Riley falls asleep on Farkle a lot and one time when she falls asleep on the couch surrounded by textbooks Farkle picks her up and puts her in bed

-She calls him superman for a week after she realizes what he did

-Farkle and riley facetime Lucaya at one point and lucaya’s like “lol they’re so in love”

-Oh! yeah

- so farkle is always getting into situations that require riley to save him

-“Riley please help I lied to the cool frat guys and told them i was dating someone will you pretend to be my girlfriend for a night thank you I love you”

-He gets into these situations on purpose tho obviously

-One time Riley breaks her left arm slipping on ice and Farkle takes care of her a lot (smoothies and carrying stuff for her because she is a c r y b a b y )

-And another time Farkle has an emotional breakdown over not being the best and Riley comforts him and they fall asleep in each-others arms

-Fast forward a few months and Ok Lucas and Maya  are getting MARRIED What the FUCK theyre so young??? Whatever lets support it wait it’s a destination wedding what the FUCK just be my date (There’s one bed in the hotel room motherfuckers you know what that means…. Hardcore cuddles get ur mind out of the gutter smh) (They slow dance at the reception and then they’re super buzzed and KISS and stare at each other for a long time and then the song ends and they never talk about the kiss)

-Oh and one time Riley gets stalked by this really creepy guy and Farkle to the rescue (he puts on like 6 jackets and follows the guy down the street at night and pushes him up against a wall and says in a really deep voice ‘stay away from riley.” and the guy goes running and never bothers riley again)

-So after freshman year Cory asks if they’re going to be living together forever and Riley just shrugs and says “i don’t see why not”

-Fast forward and they go to a halloween party sophomore year and Theres an apple bobbing station and Farkles like “remember when I saved your life twice” And riley kisses his cheek and goes ‘my hero’ and their friends see this

-and said friends make them make out in truth or dare

-Riley wants to talk about it the next day but farkle just says ‘just forget it Riley, Its nothing” because he thinks that Riley was gonna reject him and rileys like ‘oh wow ok’ and the next few weeks are super awkward.

-But riley wasnt gonna reject him

-She was gonna ask him to go out with her

-But FINE FARKLE HAVE IT YOUR WAY

-So like shes sulking around the house all the time feeling all dejected

-And so is farkle

-But riley is PISSED at farkle

-But also highkey pining for him

-And farkle is highkey pining for her

-So much angst jfc

-Then he’s gonna leave for a month over thanksgiving break to visit his family and Riley is just standing in the doorway and he sees her looking just so empty and he just says ‘fuck it” and kisses her

-Shes all happy for like 8 seconds and then she just. Punches him. In the face.

-And hes like “RILEY WHAT THE HELL”

-And shes like “SORRY BUT YOU DONT GET TO REJECT ME AND THEN JUST KISS ME”

-And hes like “WHAT THE FUCK??? YOU REJECTED ME”

-“WHAT?”

-“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT”

-The general consensus is “??????????????????????????????????”

-And so farkle calls his dad and just says “SOMETHING CAME UP”, walks to the kitchen clutching his nose to get an ice pack and just turns around and yells “ARE YOU COMING OR NOT”

-She follows him because she is Very Confused™ and feels bad about punching him

-So hes just sitting at the table with a pack of frozen peas pressed to his face and if riley werent so upset shed laugh becuase he looks like a mop of hair and two eyes on top of a bag of frozen vegetables

-“Well? Are you going to sit down?”

-She does

-There is 2 minutes and 17 seconds of silence

-They both counted

-She breaks it with “sorry for punching you”

-He just puts down the peas and goes “please explain”

-She probably owes him that she decides

-“Well you see i guess i’d had these subconscious feelings for you and then we made out and suddenly they were very conscious and i wanted to talk to you about it and maybe see if it was going to go somewhere but then you rejected me”

-It is at this point that farkle slams his head into the table

-“OH MY GOD RILEY”

-“WHAT”

-If farkle wasnt already bleeding from his nose he wouldve punched himself

-THE  GIRL HE HAD BEEN IN LOVE WITH SINCE HE WAS 7 YEARS OLD WAS RETURNING HIS FEELINGS AND HE REJECTED THEM WITHOUT KNOWING

-WHAT THE FUCK FARKLE

-“RILEY I AM SO SORRY I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO TALK BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO TELL ME NOTHING COULD EVER HAPPEN AND I DIDNT WANT TO HEAR THAT SO I JUST”

-“WAIT FARKLE WHAT ARE YOU SAYING”

-“OF COURSE I WANT IT TO GO SOMEWHERE RILEY”

-“YOU DO?”

-“YES”

-It is at this point that farkle vaults over the table, LIFTS riley out of her chair, and kisses her like there’s no tommorrow

-They stand there kissing for a solid 7 minutes (in heaven lmao puns)

-But then riley realizes that farkle is still very much injured

-“Um babe maybe we should get you to a hospital”

-“Yes i am decently sure my nose is broken you throw a great right hook”

-It is not, in fact, broken, just badly bruised

-The doctor asks “what happened?” and they both say “bar fight” at the same time

-So they send farkle home with some tape and an icepack and he recovers quickly

-Which is great because riley feels SO BAD

-Apologizing 24/7

-she makes him soup and brings him ice cream and makes him a goddamn “sorry i punched you babe i love you” poster

-And she really wants to make out with him

-Stupid miscommunicating nerds

-Love them

-Riarkle for life

-Thank u

-The end

I Can’t Believe We Just Netflix & Chilled

Authors Note: I saw a Netflix and Chill imagine and I had this idea in the back of my mind for a while. I didn’t steal the idea and I’m sorry if people think I did. BTW I made Ethan and Grayson 18 in this. I really hope you guys enjoy :)

It was a rainy, lazy Saturday night in. I was just about to get into a bubble bath when my phone rang. I looked down at the caller ID and saw that it was a facetime call from Grayson. I was wrapped in a white fluffy towel when I answered.

“May I help you?” I said to Grayson with a toothy smile plastered across my face.

“Y/N, please come over. Ethan is going out with Miranda and I’m bored” he said with a pout. I rolled my eyes at him playfully.

“I’m just about to shower Grayson and do some inventory for work. How about I come over tomorrow?”

“You were coming over tomorrow regardless. Come tonight and just sleep here. You’re supposed to be my best friend Y/N!”

“Listen here Dolan, you can’t pull the best friend card. Who dropped everything she was doing to fly to Jersey with you guys when you got your wisdom teeth out because your mom had to work during the day? Who came over with pizza and pancakes when you and Leena broke up? WHO HELPS YOU GUYS WITH VIDEO IDE—“ I got cut off by Grayson

“Okay, okay I get it. You’re a great friend. I guess I’ll just see you tomorrow than. Talk to you later Y/N” Grayson sighed and hung up. I groaned and threw my phone on the bed. I grabbed my pillow and let out a scream. Once I was done having my mini freak out. I grabbed my phone and texted Grayson.

Y/N: Give me 15 minutes you little shit Grayson: Have I told you lately how much I love you? Y/N: You better have order pizza.

I showered and got dressed. I put on a black tank top that I tucked into high waisted jeans, with my, well Graysons 4OU tour sweater, my olive green Nike Roshes and I left my curly hair down. I got into my white Jeep wrangler and headed over to the guys place.

Once I arrived, I met up with Ethan on their driveway. He told me that he was taking Miranda to dinner, mini golf, and than maybe froyo. He kept the front door unlocked for me and I walked in. I headed straight to their living room where Grayson had set up the coffee table with pineapple pizza, water, sour skittles, sour patch kids and popcorn. I made myself comfortable on the couch with my legs crossed and waited for Grayson.

I started scrolling through twitter to see the usual. Shawn Mendes tweets, tweets from a couple of my friends, Dolan fans thinking Grayson and I are dating, and the hate comments that come along with it. The hate has never truly bothered me. I always thought; the more hate I got, the less people would be negative people would be towards the boys. The couch shifting underneath me interrupted my thoughts.

I locked my phone and looked to my right to see Grayson in a white t-shirt that clung to his chest muscles and the sleeves made his arms pop. He was also wearing his black Adidas pants that hugged his thick thighs so well. He looked at me and smirked,

“What are you looking at?” he asked me still with that smirk on his face. “Nothing, so since you dragged me over here, what are we doing tonight Gray?” I asked him quickly changing the subject. I always knew I was attracted to Grayson, I mean who wouldn’t be. He was funny, caring, spontaneous, smart, loving, and the looks were a plus. I’ve been best friends with Grayson and Ethan for about 3 years now, but Grayson is 18 and I’m 22 so I always knew nothing could happen between us. Grayson got up and started looking through his Apple TV. Once he started going through movies he looked over his shoulder and smiled at me.

“Can we watch my favorite?” he smiled at me and started pressing play even before I gave him an answer. I nodded at him and he came and sat beside me again. We started watching “Friends with Benefits” and started eating. About 2 slices in for me and 3 slices in for Grayson, he saw that I started fidgeting.

“You all good Y/N?” I paused the movie and looked over at me “Yeah, I’m okay. I’m gonna go put on my pajama bottoms that I left here. I can’t be in these jeans any longer.” I got up and headed to Graysons room were I had my own drawer. I started going through my drawer and I couldn’t find my pair of trackpants. I must have worn them home and never brought them back here. I grabbed a pair of Graysons black Adidas pants and wore them. They were super long for me and baggy around my legs but well fitted around my butt and thighs. I went back to watching the movie with Grayson. We were half way through when Grayson looked over at me.

“You know Y/N, we could probably do that. Have sex with no feelings, no strings attached. I mean we are best friends so it’s not like it’s an awkward one-night stand. Plus we both have been single for about a year now, so we know we are both sexually frustrated.”

“Woah, speak for yourself Dolan. You might be sexually frustrated but not me. What makes you think we could do this no strings attached, no feelings? I’ve been told I’m a great lover and you’ll get hooked” I winked at him and laughed. Grayson paused the movie and turned his body to face me, which means this was getting serious and he was actually considering it.

“No really Y/N, could you imagine it? We are both single, best friends and we’d vow that if one of us starts feeling anything we’ll stop this and talk about what we want to do next. What do you think?” he looked at him and bite his bottom lip.

I can’t lie and say I’ve never thought about having sex with Grayson, but could I do this? Will I get hooked on Grayson? I thought about this for what it felt like 20 minutes.

“Okay, no strings, no attachments, and if one of us starts to feel something more or if it gets weird we talk about what we do next and THIS DOESN’T CHANGE OUR FRIENDSHIP.”

Grayson smiled at me, “Deal. Did you want to try it out now? I mean we have the place to ourselves.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Yeah okay” I said looking at Grayson hesitantly.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto his lap so his back was against the couch and I had both legs straddling him. He pulled off my sweater and left me in my black tank top, which was very low cut. He placed his right hand on the small of my back above my bum and his left hand made its way to face. Our lips were only inches apart, I felt Grayson’s breaths against them.

“Kiss me,” I whispered, craving his lips on mine.

He slowly pulled me in closer to him until our lips finally touched. We started moving in sync with each other; slow and soft at first but Grayson pulled me in closer and kissed me much harder. His hand that was above my butt had found its way to my butt, which he was grabbing.

He ran his tongue along my bottom lip and I let him in. It made him gasp inside my mouth. I felt Grayson growing harder underneath me. Grayson placed both his hands under my butt and picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. He laid me down on his bed with him on top. He pulled away and looked at me,

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he looked at me with concern.

I bit my lip as I looked back up at him, “I’m okay Gray, really I promise.” Grayson leaned back down and kissing me with passion and tilting my head back, before letting his wet tongue run down my neck. His movement gave me chills. Pressing himself against me, I felt his length grow bigger and bigger, leaving my mouth feeling utterly dry. His hands ran down my body, exploring every inch, like he’d knew exactly where to touch me. It left me trembling, craving his teasingly touches even more.

Grayson wanted to take control, but I flipped us over so I was on top and pushed his chest down, letting myself sit on his stomach. His wide eyes glazed up at me, watching desirably as I undressed myself. I took off my tank top off and slid off the Adidas track pants I was wearing off, leaving me in my black lace bra and pantie lace thong and I didn’t know how much longer I could wait. After throwing the clothes on the floor next to us, Grayson’s hands ran up my body and behind my back, quickly, he slid my bra of me.

“You’re so breath-taking” He whispered, allowing his hands to play with my tender boobs. I threw my head back in pleasure, moaning at his fingers on my chest. I slid off his pants quickly and Grayson kicked them off his legs.

Grabbing the hem of the t-shirt, he reviled his toned chest to me. I bended down, placing damp kisses all over him. He grabbed my hair, pulling hard, as I sucked on his skin. He tried holding back a moan, but he failed at it as I lightly bit and sucked down his chest. His hands were rubbing all sorts of places on my naked body, leaving craving more. I reached down between his legs, feeling how hard and ready he was.

Grayson flipped us over so he was on top and back in control. He started kissing down my chest; to my stomach leaving kisses and bites every so often. He looked up at me before making his way down between my thighs as he looked back up at me. I moan at just the sight of him. It made Grayson bite my thigh in pleasure before spreading them apart. His touch left my body with chills.

I threw my head back, biting my lip hard. Grayson planted damp kisses on both side of my thighs, making it impossible for me to lay still. My fingers wrapped themselves into Grayson’s messy hair, feeling the desire spread around inside you.

“Are you 100% sure Y/N?” Grayson asked me again. I couldn’t speak back, because of the quiet moans continuing to escape my trembling lips. Grayson moved his head in between your shaking legs, before letting his tongue slide over my clit. I twisted the moment I felt him licking. I could feel Grayson smile between your legs. I still had my fingers tangled in his hair.

Grayson’s tongue moved from my clit, up my stomach and made it to my bare chest. He started gently sucking my nipples, biting them once in a while. He truly was driving me crazy. While sucking on my skin, Grayson let two fingers slip inside me, making me rasped loudly.

I pushed my lower body up to meet his fingers inside of me, greedily wanting to feel his touches even more. Grayson backed out a bit so he could look at me. Our eyes met and he sent me a pure smile.

“Just fuck me already” I begged him, completely out of breath.

I kissed Grayson’s neck, biting and sucking to leave little hickeys on him, which made him moan loudly. I loved how my touches made noises like that come out of him. I took the hand with the fingers Gray had inside me, before sucking hardly on them, tasting myself. Grayson watched me with widen eyes. He bit his lip in pleasure, kissing my neck again.

Roughly, Grayson spread my legs again to slide inside me. He grabbed around each thigh and slowly, but harshly, he pushed his length inside of me. Grayson moaned in the moment, which made me pull on his hair. Grayson started moving inside me, picking up the pace, crashing in and out of my body.

I moaned loudly, feeling how Grayson filled out every inch of me. He wrapped his fingers in my hair, pulling it back roughly, wanting me to kiss him. I let my lips close the tiny gap between our lips, allowing my tongue to play with his.

Grayson and I moved together, enjoying every inch and trace of each other’s naked skin. I felt Grayson’s steamy body rubbing against mine, leaving an almost electrifying feeling on my skin.

Grayson let his tongue lick my neck and down to my breasts, before sucking hard. I moaned in his ear, leaving chills all over Grayson’s body. As Grayson reached his point of exploding, I pushed myself towards Grayson’s last and rough move, making the both of us cum.

Grayson pulled himself out of me, and rolled over beside me as we both had to catch our breath. We laid in silence for a couple of minutes before either of us spoke up. Grayson grabbed his comforter and covered the both of us.

“Maybe you were right Y/N, maybe I will get hooked you,” he said with a wink. I threw a pillow at him and groaned.

“What’s wrong Y/N?”

“I can’t believe we actually just ‘Netflix & Chilled’” I said while covering my face. We laughed, got up and got dressed. I can’t believe I just had sex with my best friend.

anonymous asked:

Hi, first off I love your blog! Next, I work full time at differing hours and am having a hard time with breakfasts lately. When I work late I have no issue eating some cereal in the morning, but whenever I'm working early its pop-tarts or McDonald's. Do you have any tips for a healthier start? I love breakfast but I'm tired of these pop-tarts lol.

I can relate so much to this!

Breakfast on the Go

1. Breakfast Burritos. Cook these in bulk during your downtime and freeze them all! Defrost them and throw them in a microwave on your way out the door. BOOM.

2. Granola/Cereal Bags. One of my favorite quick breakfasts. Buy your favorite granola and/or cereal and divide it into plastic bags. Are store brands too expensive or not to your liking? Make your own granola with dried fruit, nuts, protein bites, flax seeds, etc. It’s okay to put a handful of chocolate in, just so long as you make your mix 95% healthy. My favorite brand is Bakery on Main (they’re gluten free btw).

3. Yogurt. Buy yogurt in bulk and top with your favorite granola or fresh fruit. My boyfriend loves the Siggis brand. This particular greek yogurt is packed with a ridiculous amount of protein and not overly sweet.

4. Bagels/toast. Bagels/toast literally take five minutes to prepare in the morning, and can be topped with anything from cream cheese to peanut butter. Buy bulk and freeze what you’re not eating immediately. 

5. Smoothies. Smoothies are a wonderfully healthy alternative to most of your other breakfast options! Blend your favorite fruits and veggies, most smoothies will keep for 48 hours. If you would prefer the easier route of a pre-made smoothie, I recommend Bolthouse smoothies. These will keep in your fridge for up to a week!

6. Oats. The sensation that is sweeping the nation! Click here.

7. Health Food Bars. You know the ones I’m talking about- Cliff Bars, Luna Bars, etc. While these can get pricey, they require no effort on your part and can be stored for upwards of six months. 

8. Fruit. There is nothing that I love more than a cut up apple and a spoon full of chunky peanut butter. Keep your fridge stocked with all your favorite fruits. Apples and bananas are delicious all year long and easy to eat on the go, because they require zero preparation. Add peanut butter to give yourself an added dose of protein.

9. Hardboiled Eggs. I would recommend preparing these in bulk when you have time. Hardboiled eggs will last in your fridge for up to a week! Buy yourself a handy dandy egg slicer and sprinkle with your favorite seasonings. 

10. Leftovers. I love eating leftovers for breakfast- just throw them in your microwave or oven and they’re ready to go in no time. I particularly love eating leftover pizza, salad, and sandwiches for breakfast. 

Also please check out my favorite food-related infographic! Excellent suggestions for meals/snacks on the go.

Hope this helps!

What This Was pt. 5

Prompt: You use Bucky to make Steve jealous and while it works, you catch feelings.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,560

Warnings: language, angst, sexual tension (!!!!)

A/N: this part hurts MY heart. makes me happy, then destroys me. so you all ENJOY.

Tagged: @thorne93 @defendors @itsagentromanoff @buckyismyaesthetic @girl-next-door-writes @avengersandchill @zxcorra

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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Originally posted by isakivaltersen


The next few days were awkward. But only because you were mostly alone and you weren’t sure how to act. People asked about Bucky, why you weren’t spending time together anymore and you just shrugged, “We had a falling out.” It felt like lying but it wasn’t completely untrue. No one needed to know the truth.

A whole week after, you still hadn’t even seen Bucky, or Steve for that matter. You knew they were avoiding you. And it was probably for the best. You weren’t sure what to say to either of them to fix what happened. But it felt like parts of you were broken.

“You want breakfast?” Sam asked, his head in the refrigerator.

“No.” You shook your head, reading an article on your laptop.

“You should eat.” He shrugged.

“Not hungry, Sam.” You felt bad but you were annoyed he kept feeling the need to check on you. You were fine. Or at least, that was the lie you were going to tell everyone.

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room 43 | m

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

( angst ; light smut ) 1905 words. yoongi scenario
summary: “you are my soulmate but i can’t flee with you.” brothel au. brief mentions of dubious consent to sex, underage prostitution.
N/A: for yoongi I actually thought another au, but I guess I like this one a lot better. (for some reason his scenarios always end up in smut somehow lmao)

» read the rest of the star crossed series: seokjin | yoongi | hoseok | namjoon | jimin | taehyung | jungkook


Thursdays are the days you look forward to the most.

On Thursdays, the place is always quieter for some reason – being the fact that customers are busier with their lives, or they simply don’t really feel like coming there on that particular day. You’ve never really wrapped your finger around it, but you guess you can do with it and enjoy some kind of me-time better. Customers would usually flock in at around 9pm, despite the fact that your shift start at 7pm. But on Thursdays, they begin to come in at 11pm, or at times, they would not come at all. So, Thursdays always felt like a collective day off for you and your coworkers, and none of you complained about that.

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On Set || Conor Maynard

Originally posted by iheartmyyoutubers

Requests are currently [ OPEN ]

Masterlist can be found [ HERE ]

Word Count: 1k+

A/N: this is based on the set of grenade, where the reader is playing the part of the ‘grenade’. enjoy!!xo




“These teeth feel horrible.” You mutter as the makeup artist began to shape the fake teeth in your mouth, and a completely different woman began to pack the brightly coloured blush onto the apples of your cheeks. Unable to speak anymore until they were moulded, you begin to think about how you wouldn’t have even considered doing this if it wasn’t for Conor being one of your long time friends in the industry and having been in every single one of his music video’s, it would’ve been wrong to deny the opportunity to be in this one.

Initially, he’d asked you to be the girl he was going after, but after he explained the concept of the entire video, you could think of nothing better than being the ‘grenade’. And you were right in thinking that it’d be fun, it was just the steps it took to get there that sucked ass. But before you knew it, the entire makeup was done, and you were finally allowed to look in the mirror. You had to admit, you were excited to see what the makeup artists had managed to do in the short space of time that they had.

The mirror was held up in front of your face, and you gasp in shock before bursting out into laughter, caressing all of the added features and the hair on the bottom of your chin with wide eyes. “This is incredible!”

You continue to praise the makeup artists for a little while before you smirked to yourself and decided to go and show Conor the finished product. You walk out of the small room and onto the set, glancing around the room for just a moment before you spotted Conor stood over the other side of the room, talking to a few of the producers with a serious look on his face.

You smirk and re-route so that instead of coming up directly in front of him, instead you approached him from behind. You give yourself a little run-up and jump onto his back, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, keeping yourself up until he reached out instinctively and gripped onto your ass, keeping you up securely as he turned his head around to look at you.

His eyes widen and he stares at you as if you were an alien as you giggle and wiggle your eyebrows at him, licking your newly found teeth. “So, whaddya think?”

“You look- you look- just- wow.” He struggles to find the right words as you jump off of his back and he turns around to look down at you with his eyes still widened. “I think I’ve had this nightmare before.”

You roll your eyes and smirk, resting your hands on your hips and winking at Mikey as he walked right past the two of you, obviously not recognizing you at all. You snort, running a hand through your hair and glancing over your shoulder. “Is everything ready for the shoot?”

“Almost.” He nods, furrowing his eyebrows and playing with the bottoms of your hair. “I thought they said that they were putting your hair up?”

“I said no, they called me a drama queen, I laughed.” You shrug, looking down at your hair and fiddling with it. “They can take away my pride, and my white teeth that I’ve worked hard for since I first brushed my tooth when I was two, but they will not take away my hair.”

“Different face, same attitude,” Conor smirks, and you wink up at him playfully, pushing the thick framed glasses up your nose. He looks down at you and smiles slightly. “You should keep the glasses, they suit you.”

You hold your hand over your heart and gasp in a mocking sense of hurt. “And the teeth don’t?”

“They’re not the greatest, I’ve gotta be honest.”

“That’s sad, I was thinking of keeping 'em.” You reply sarcastically, biting your lip and shoving your hands into your back pockets of your skinny jeans with a small chuckle as you look over your shoulder at the camera crew with a breathy laugh. “Con, I hope you understand how incredible this is.”

When you look back, he furrows his brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

You roll your eyes with a fond smile, gesturing around the room. “Con, this is all for you, granted Jack played a part too, but you know what I mean.” She grins, and Conor can’t help the smile that grows on his lips. “Babe, look around, and think about how much of a small budget you had back when we were brainstorming your first ever music video. You’ve created a world, and I’m so proud of you.”

He smiles softly, reaching out and twiddling with your hair, something he did often when the two of you found yourselves in a situation where you were just stood, talking. “I couldn’t have done any of it without you.”

You snort. “That’s a lie and you know it.”

“No, no it’s not.” He shakes his head, a small frown on his face. “(Y/N), my first music video was a hot mess, but it wouldn’t have even been that if it wasn’t for you, being there reassuring me every step of the way that everything was gonna be okay. I remember that one day you couldn’t come to set because you had a dentist appointment, and honestly, I didn’t do anything but say maybe that day, because I felt like I couldn’t make a decision without you.”

You smile slightly, “Con-”

“No, let me finish.” He interrupts, and you nod slowly, looking up at him through your purposefully clumped eyelashes. “I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for you. I would’ve backed out of this life the moment I stepped into it, and there’s definitely no way I’d be as happy as I am today, without your goodmorning text with those three hearts that give me the inspiration to get out of bed.”

He exhales softly when he finishes, and you simply stare up at him, chuckling slightly as you began to speak. “If I didn’t look like this right now, I’d kiss you.”

“I get that.” He nods, a mocking serious look on his face before he cracked a smile.

The kiss could wait until you didn’t have miccilanious pieces of false food in-between your false teeth.

Trauma and Healing: PTSD [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/n: So sorry this took so long to get out. I had a bit of trouble getting this done, just experienced a bit of writers block with it. I hope you guys like it!

Italicized = Flashback

Warnings: Mental Illness (PTSD), Mentions of abuse, flashback to abuse

Tagging: @cherryignacio @queen-of-all-the-fandoms @crazyfangirl1810

(I’ve started tagging in my series fics, if you’re interested message me loves)

Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 5

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Ch. 4 PTSD

The way the needle slid into your skin felt exactly like it did when your captors used to drug you. A prick of pain that never changes no matter how many times it happens. You felt the blood begin to be pulled from the vein. As the blood began to slip away so did your connection to your mind.

You struggled against the men holding you down. A blood curdling scream erupted from your throat, you’re having one of your episodes that accompany the voices. They screamed in your head as you thrashed and fought.

“Hold her still!” A man yelled, flicking a syringe that had an antipsychotic in it.

“We can’t! The crazy bitch is strong!” One of the lackeys growled as you only thrashed and screamed harder.  “Then knock some sense into her!” The man wielding the syringe yelled again.

One of the men grabbed the back of your neck while the other sent a slug across your cheek. The pain made you freeze enough for the man to plunge the syringe into into your vein. The sedative knocking you out and the drug blocking out the voices.

“[F/n]!” Feeling a jolt of someone shaking your shoulder brought you back. The moment you snapped back to reality you yanked the needle IV out of your arm. Standing so fast the chair toppled over behind you. Now realizing your labored breathing and the thin layer of sweat on your brow.

Scanning the room you saw them all staring at you. Noticing how Jason and Roy were now in front of you rather than the wall. Concluding that one of them or Kori had been the one to snap you out of the flashback. Feeling as their eye bore into your skin, “W-why are you staring at me? W-why are you..?” trailing off to catch your breath.

Not being able to take their eyes anymore you pushed by them all and ran out of the apartment. Faintly hearing someone yell for you to ‘wait,’ but you were too far to hear who it was.

Stomping down the stairs to reach the main doors to the apartment building. Rushing out you picked a direction and just ran. Following wherever the sidewalk took you. The images of the flashback rushing through your head, not realizing the gash you caused by yanking out the IV earlier. Blood stained the sleeve of the sweater Kori lent you.

Winding a corner into an alley you pressed your back against the brick wall, struggling to get air into your lungs. Feeling tears pool into your eyes, letting out a small whimper you squatted down, hiding your face in your hands. Small whimpers and cries escaping your throat.

Wiping the tears from your face, you stood up. Tucking your hands in your pockets while exiting the alleyway. Eyes searching the surrounding to only discover you were lost. You had been running mindlessly, not knowing exactly what triggered that fight or flight response.

Looking down, noticing the blood on the sweater. You rolled up your sleeve so the blood wasn’t visible any longer.  Letting out a sigh you looked side to side before picking a direction and beginning to walk. Hands shoved further in your pockets, bowing your head to avoid eye contact with passersby. Walking what felt like the whole city as daylight passed over your head. Watching as the sky would begin to darken gradually as the sun crossed the sky.


Jason had run out after you, finding the sidewalk busy but without you on it. Swearing to himself he heard Roy and Kori coming out after him. “You guys search that way, I’ll go this way” he called before running off. Roy and Kori couldn’t get a single word in, it’s strange for him to act this impulsive. Yes, Jason works on instinct but he’s usually more calculated. Roy and Kori simply exchanged a look, running in the direction they were told.

They need to find you and fast. With your powers being unstable who knows what could set them off.

“Dammit Kori what have we done? We promised to protect her and now she’s lost in the city. Some protectors we are.” Roy growled, beating himself up over the matter. They promised to protect you and now, you’re lost in the city somewhere.

“You mustn’t think like that Roy. We will find her. There wasn’t any stopping her from those tests. Now let’s think, if you needed to calm down, where would you go in Coast City?” She questioned as they continued to look. Roy smiled, “Kori you’re a genius! Let’s go!” diverting their direction toward the coast. Something about the ocean seemed to calm almost anyone down, this was the best lead they had.

They came up to a nearby beach, taking the path that would’ve been the most likely for you to have taken. Both sets of eyes scanned the beach until Kori’s gaze landed on your back. “There” she pointed, seeing you with your knees pulled to your chest. Just staring out at the endless blue. The sun was setting, leaving the sky a mix of soft pinks and reds. It was very relaxing, they could see why you were drawn here.

Approaching you cautiously, Kori broke you out of your trance gently. “[F/n]” she placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. Though your body acted on it’s own as you jerked away, quickly turning to face them. Breathing labored like earlier, they had just pulled you out of another flashback. One back to a night your captors had you ‘working.’

“Easy, it’s just us” Roy spoke comfortingly, trying to calm your nerves. It worked, your breathing leveled while looking at the two people you consider friends. “[F/n] are you alright? What happened?” he asked.

You simply diverted your eyes, “I-I don’t want to talk about it.” Scratching at your arm nervously. They were suspicious, why couldn’t they get you to open up? But all honesty this is only your second day staying with them. It’s not surprising you’re being reserved, they just worry about you.

Kori’s eyes traced down your arms, vision catching the blood. “Oh my gosh!” she took your arm and pushed the sleeve up, revealing a semi deep gash. “Let’s get you back to the apartment and get this cleaned up.” She offered. Hesitantly you nodded.

They led you back to the apartment. Roy had called Jason and told him to meet them there. You were able to hear how frantic Jason was over the phone, was he really that worried about you? Jason was the one you’ve gotten closest to so far, but you didn’t think that he cared so much.

Coming into the apartment you heard boots bounding. Soon enough you were engulfed in a hug and by that familiar scent of cigarettes, gun powder, and green apple. A once again, rather comforting combination.

You wanted nothing more to relish in Jason’s scent but you couldn’t. Pushing out of his arms you smiled shyly before going past him and into the bathroom. You couldn’t face them right now, especially having heard Batman and Green Arrow in the apartment when you returned. You couldn’t face the people you consider friends, how could you face those two?

Kori and Roy stared at Jason as you walked by him. He rose an eyebrow at them “What?” They just smirked and shrugged before meeting Bruce and Oli in the living room.

“You found her?” Oliver asked with his bow slung over his shoulder. Roy nodded, “Yeah, we found her at the beach. She was zoning, I’m worried about her.”

“Well, from the way she had that attack, it seems like she has PTSD.” Oliver offered up an explanation. “That makes sense, she did go through hell and back.” Jason stated while looking over at his teammates. “What about the tests? Did you get anything from them?”

Bruce nodded, “She’s definitely a meta, but the gene isn’t enhancing her physically, more mentally. Which might be another explanation of these voices she has been hearing.” He stated bluntly. Eyes staying glued on Jason before both his and Oliver’s alerts went off, telling them the league needs them.

“We’ll tell her. You both go.” Roy nodded before the two made their leave. Of course they used the window.

“Who should tell [F/n]?” Kori asked looking at the boys. “Jay I think you should, you have her trust the most.” Roy appealed while looking at the marksman. Jason nodded before heading to the bathroom door, he knocked lightly, Roy and Kori only a few feet behind him. When you didn’t answer he knocked on the door again and called your name. No answer again.

He sighed, turning the knob to see it was unlocked, “[F/n] I’m coming in” he called before peering his head in. Finding the bathroom empty “What the hell?” whispering while walking in.

“Where is she now?” Roy looked around the empty bathroom, concern evident in his voice. Jason stuck his head out the open window, seeing the fire escape ladders leading up to the roof down. “I know where she is, I’ll be right back” Jason grunted while pulling himself out the window and onto the fire escape.

He climbed the ladders, peeking his head over the ledge. Noticing you sitting on the ledge with your knees pulled to your chest, bringing a cigarette to and from your lips. He had left a pack and lighter up here. Having told you about it the prior night.

Carefully he came up beside you, “May I?” he questioned pointing to the box. You gestured to it “They’re yours.” He chuckled taking one out and lighting it up. You both stayed there in a comfortable silence, enjoying the taste the tobacco left on your tongue.

“They got the results” Jason broke the silence as you let out the drag you just took. “Yeah? What’d they say?”  asking meekly. “It’s positive you’re a meta, but your powers are focused mentally more than physically.” he explained simply. Making it short and sweet for you. Jason examined your face as silence fell between you once more. Telling by the look in your face that you were contemplating or remembering something.

“You know, I died once” tilting his head towards you. Your eyes shot to meet his, “You what?” confusion laced in your tone. Jason simply nodded, “It was when I was still Robin. Bats saved me from the streets, but the Joker, he tricked me into coming to find my mother but it was a trap. I ended up beaten and bloodied with a crowbar on the floor of an abandoned warehouse. Then after I passed I was revived with the Lazarus Pit in Nanda Parbat. Since then I’ve taken a different approach to serving justice, I’m not afraid to take a life if need be. Not that I try to, it’s only if it’s necessary.” His eyes diverting down to his hands.

“Like the man that kept me?” You questioned, [e/c] eyes locked on him. He nodded, “It was either shoot him or let him shoot you. It wasn’t a hard decision.” His comment made you blush. “[F/n] I know what it feels like to feel unwanted, to feel lost and cast out. Trust me I do, so I want you to know that no matter what you can talk to me.” He took your hand in his, “You’re important to me-I mean us. Roy, Kori, and I.”

The blush burned bright red on your face, you simply nodded, not trusting your voice. “Thank you Jason, that means a lot. You’re important to me too.” Gently smiling at him.

He nodded, “Alright. Well, we should be getting back inside before it gets too cold. Plus Roy and Kori are worried about you. Plus lets get that gash bandaged.” Jason smiled at you. Snuffing out your cigarette and re-hiding the box you followed him back down the fire escape. Having a newfound trust in Jason, now knowing his past. When you got back into the apartment, Roy and Kori ended up telling you about their pasts and how they all became the Outlaws as well. It felt nice knowing all of this about them. It made things more intimate between the four of you. It makes you feel safe. 

im just gonna be honest here…we’re seeing more and more posts criticize the toxicity of tumblr social justice but we’re not really seeing things get better overall and a lot of the times people who make or reblog those posts are perpetuating the same toxicity that’s being criticized

and i think a big part of why is that people are treating this toxicity as an individual issue within SJ, like it’s a problem with certain people instead of a problem with deep-set problems within SJ ideology itself. 

Like people assume it’s just individuals misusing innocent concepts and twisting them in order to justify their cruelty, and that happens sometimes, but just as often (if not more often) it’s people justifying their cruelty with inherently cruel ideology. it’s not always an exception or an anomaly; a lot of the time it’s the logical endpoint of whatever concept is being used as a justification.  

SJ is right about a lot of things but it’s ultimately a very flawed ideology, and a lot of these core SJ concepts are harmful even in the most well-intentioned hands, because those concepts inherently allow for justified cruelty or toxicity. and nothing is going to get better until people realize that and acknowledge it and deal with the root problem (either by changing the movement or starting a new one) instead of treating it like it’s just a few thousand bad apples. 

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Please sir, I beg of thee: A surprise birthday party for Nico? And (hint hint wink wink) ENGAGEMENT???/?

(BEFORE ENGAGEMENT…)

Nico knew that something was up. For some reason, Will sent Nico off to pick up the groceries, which Nico never did. Will usually did the shopping for them, and Nico just stayed at their small apartment and watched tv or did some household chores. The grocery store was only down the street, and Will told him that they only needed a few thing. Nico bugged Will into letting him buy Oreo’s and some other junk. Will agreed, as long as Nico ate. 

As Nico walked down the street, he didn’t look up at anyone walking by him, and just made his way down to the store. He had a feeling something was up with Will, but he shrugged it off and just did his bidding. After all, he was a good boyfriend. He got to the store, and then went inside, getting the items Will had asked for. s he stood in the checkout line, he thought he saw a strawberry van pass by. Like the ones at Camp Half-Blood. He shook his head, and paid for the items. 

As he walked home, he snacked on some of the Oreo’s he bought, and made his way towards their apartment. He rang the apartment bell, and the buzzer let him inside. As he headed up the stairs, he noticed that he was almost done with half of the Oreo’s. Well, Will should be happy. I ate something… He shrugged and then knocked on their apartment door. It opened as he knocked, and then he pushed it open fully. The lights were all turned off. He took a step in.

“Surprise!” A chorus of voices shouted at Nico, who let out a odd noise like a dying cat. 

“Oh gods…” Nico grumbled. He sighed as the lights turned on and his group of ‘friends’ were in his living room. “Lets see…” Nico laughed a little, “Sparky, nice to see you, I guess.”

“Nice to see you too, I guess, Neeks.” Jason smiled, and adjusted his glasses. 

“Hazel, its actually nice to see you.” Nico smiled towards his half-sister, “Oh, and Frank, hey man..?” 

“Hey.” Frank nods, and looks around uneasy. Hazel smiles, and goes and hugs Nico, and laughs at him.

“You are still so skinny.” She smiles and ruffles his hair.

“Ok, so what is this for?” Nico sighed, after saying ‘hello’ to Percy, Annabeth, Leo, Calypso and Piper. Will smiles and then shrugs.

“You deserve love, and why the heck not?” Will laughs and walks over to Nico and put his arm around his neck, “Right?”

“Well only really from you…” Nico shrugged and then blushed as Will kissed his cheek. 

“That’s good.” Will said softly and then looked at Annabeth, “You guys ready?”

“Yep, I have the basket and Percy will bring the rest.” Annabeth smiled and then Percy groaned, picking up a basket and a huge blanket.

“What are we doing?” Nico sighed.

“Going to the park.” Will smiled, “For lunch.” 

“Ok, no, really, what is happening..?” Nico sighed, looking at Will in the eyes, “Truth.”

“We are going to go eat lunch in the park.” Will sighed, “Geeze, calm down.”


It wasn’t as bad as Nico thought it would be. Percy and Leo spread the blanket down in a shady spot in the park by the pond, and Annabeth, Piper and Calypso set up the lunch. Nico still thought it was a little weird, but he shrugged it off. Hazel and Frank invited everyone to play Cards Against Humanity, and they all sat down for lunch and played. Will had tossed Nico an apple, and no one saw that gesture. Nico thought nothing of it, and just put it down. Nico had never played that game, and was embarrassed to say most of the responses to the black cards. He kept complaining to Will about his cards, but Will just laughed, telling him that is how the game works. 

“Hey, Neeks, wanna go on a little walk?” Will smiled and stood up after the game was finished, and offered his hand. 

“Sure…” Nico smiled, actually smiled, at Will and took his hand, letting Will pull him up onto his feet. 

They continued to hold hands as they walked, and Hazel giggled as they walked off. Nico ignored it, thinking maybe Frank said something funny or maybe it was Jason. They are all weird. Actually it was probably Leo… Nico got lost in thought. Will had to clear his throat to get his attention. Will sat down on a large rock, and Nico joined him. 

“I don’t know if you just didn’t realize it, or ignored it on purpose…” Will sighed, “I, umh, well, do you know what it means when someone tossed an apple to someone else in the Ancient times?”

“Yea, isn’t that a marriage proposal?” Nico asked then remembered what happened. “Oh gods, Will… I didn’t realize…” Nico hid his face from Will in his hands. “Shist…”

“No, no.” Will laughed, and hugged Nico, “Neeks, I thought you ignored me… Like you did not want that gesture or something…”

“Shist, yes…” Nico looked up at him, tears in his eyes, “Will, I’m so sorry…” He almost laughed as he was silently crying. 

“Well that’s good.” Will smiled and held Nico’s hand, “Because I already told them all that you said yes.”

So it just dawned on me why Jay steals, and why Jafar makes him steal. Jafar was trying to turn Jay into another Aladdin. Because only Aladdin could get into the cave of wonders to get the lamp. If Jay could become just like Aladdin, he’d be able to find something just as amazing as the lamp, and he wouldn’t be denied entrance to somewhere for not being a diamond in the rough.

Idk why it took me this long to realize why he’d just be a thief. Though I’m still bitter he shows no sign of being able to use magic, considering Jafar was sorcerer.