as a part of my schools dance team i think this is a Real Good One

things i learned my freshman year of college

1. don’t worry so much about what other people are spending their time doing.

2. social media is a lie. it’s all fake. it might seem like your friends at other schools are having the time of their lives, but it’s so easy to pretend to be happy online when in reality you are downright miserable. so just because someone’s instagram is prettier than yours, doesn’t mean their life is any happier or better.

3. it’s absolutely okay to sit by yourself at the dining hall and have a meal alone. no one will judge you for it. no one will point at you and whisper, “there’s the girl that eats alone all the time.” i promise you that no one is looking that closely at you. the only reason they would notice is if you make it seem like you’re miserable. so go ahead, order a hamburger and a huge plate of fries, pick up a good book, and eat by yourself. i promise that no one will give a fuck.

4. if you want to sit at home and watch netflix while eating chicken tenders in bed on a friday night, then do it. don’t feel obligated to go out and have a great time if you know that you would be happier just sitting at home. for a long time, i used to think that if i wasn’t going out with friends or studying, i was wasting my time. but that is so not true. you need your alone time, especially when you’re in college, so don’t be afraid to do the things that really make you happy – not just the things that you think will make you happy.

5. grades are important, so don’t slack off. it might seem like you’re doing more work than everyone else, but if other people are getting good grades, i promise that they’re doing just as much work as you are (no matter how many times they say “i only studied for like an hour the night before the test and i got an A!”). you’re not paying a fortune just to party and hang out with friends, so make sure you’re learning and keeping up with your schoolwork.

6. by the end of the year, you will have completely lost touch with many of your high school friends who you promised you would never stop talking to. and that’s okay.

7. make use of the library. it’s there for a reason. find a good study spot where no one can bother you, and whenever you get there, put your phone away and actually get shit done. leave the procrastinating for your dorm room.

8. frat parties are overrated. clubbing is overrated. if you go, make sure you’re with someone you trust. but if you know that you’ll have a better time just hanging out with one or two close friends or curling up in your room with a good book, then do that instead. no matter what the tv shows tell you, you won’t miss out on finding your soulmate just because you don’t go to one party.

9. no one will hold your hand in college. no one is going to tell you “take this, this, and this class” or “study one chapter a night and you’ll be good for the test.” you have to figure that shit out for yourself. in high school, you might have gotten away with studying for a test the night before, but if you do that in college, you will most likely not get the grade you were hoping for. unless you’re a genius, it’s just impossible. so make sure you start studying way before you think you need to.

10. do your laundry. take out your trash. make your room look nice. yes, even during finals week. it’ll make you feel like more of a human being.

11. go to your professors’ office hours. i’ve found that most of the time, the professors are sitting in their office, just waiting for students to come see them during office hours. so if you’re struggling, go talk to them. and don’t wait around until the week before the final. the professor will be much more willing to help you out if you go see them near the beginning of the semester. never, ever, ever be ashamed to ask for help. each time i’ve asked a professor “how can i do better in your class?” they’ve been delighted to talk to me and figure out a plan to help me improve. also, you will most likely need a letter of recommendation from one of your professors at some point in your college career, and you don’t want to have to be that person sending an email to that professor you had three years ago that starts with “i’m sure you don’t remember me, but…” – how do you make a professor remember you? go to office hours!

12. sure, drinking might be fun and it might make you seem cool. it might make it easier for you to be in social situations. but when you are entirely incapable of having fun while sober, that’s when you know you have a problem. that whole “you’re not an alcoholic until after college” saying is bullshit. it’s fine to have drinking be a part of your social life. just make sure it doesn’t become your ENTIRE social life. also, if a party gets too loud and rowdy, do yourself a favor and get out of there before campus police shows up. it’s not worth the stress to have that be on your record.

13. the great thing about college is that you can pick your friends (unlike in high school when you kind of were forced to be friends with the people in your classes), so please choose wisely. be friends with people who do cool things and support you while you do cool things. if someone makes you feel shitty, don’t hang out with them. just straight up tell them that you don’t want to spend time with them anymore, too. life is too short to be friends with people you hate.

14. take lots of pictures – but not just for social media. for yourself, too. so that you can look back on these moments ten or twenty years from now and see how much you’ve learned, grown, and changed.

15. there were douchey people in high school and, unfortunately, there will be douchey people in college, too. but anyone who still tries to be “popular” in college is just setting themselves up for disappointment and embarrassment. so just ignore them. eventually, they will grow up and realize the error of their ways. but until then, stay as far away from them as possible and just do your own thing. “leave lame people to keep doing the lame shit that they do.“

16. i know you’re busy, but don’t forget to call your mom, dad, brother, sister, grandma, grandpa – whatever. if there’s someone back home who cares about you, call them. and more often then you think you need to. because i can promise you that they’re probably worried sick about you.

17. be confident. if you’re not confident, then fake confidence until it becomes real. you are glorious. you are wonderful. once you’re no longer afraid to show your true self to others, you’ll give others the confidence to reveal their true selves, as well. so what if you’re a little chubby? so what if you still have acne? so what if you don’t have clothes that are as nice as everyone else? you’re still a force of nature, and people should be dying to want to hang out with someone as awesome as you.

18. get involved in things. new things. never danced before but always wanted to? try out for the dance team. always wanted to sing but never had the guts before? try out for an acapella group. nothing is holding you back.

19. the whole “no one knows me here, i can be whoever i want to be” is true, but only to a certain extent. you can change yourself in college, but you probably won’t be able to change who you are fundamentally. you are still the silly, goofy, crazy you that you were in high school. so even though you might tell yourself that you want to be friendlier, cooler, prettier, smarter – whatever – don’t lose sight of who you really are, because i can promise you that people will see past your facade. and the more honest you are to people, the more likely they will be to open up to you.

20. be a nice person. hold the door open for people. smile at everyone you make eye contact with. talk to the person you sit next to in class, even if it is a 100+ person lecture. college is hard, and it can be very easy to feel lonely and lost. so just be nice to people. you never know whose day you’ll make. plus, it has its perks.

modern soc au

inej: 

  • loves to dance !!! esp ballet but she can dance to whatever tbfh, she’s that good 
  • likes to wear caps, esp backwards. really loves bomber jackets too. 
  • has a couple, small tattoos dedicated to her saints 
  • is that one kid who loves to do parkour (both ironically and unironically) for instance is really good at it but sometimes just yells PARKOUR and steps over a rock
  • usually found eating lunch with her pals on the roof of the school 
  • is amazing at hide and seek like holy fuck ????? hid for 2 hours once and wasn’t found, came back the next day and was like “y'all losers SUCK" 
  • loves to study other people’s cultures, as well as history and is great as p.e (never has gotten a bad grade in the flexibility tests) 
  • likes to read poem books 
  • has a black cat as a pet named “saint" 
  • pronounced meme as "mehmeh” the first time she read it 
  • only has snapchat and instagram. is that kid who ALWAYS posts the sunset every day, esp from weird/high places and the comments are always “HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET UP THERE" 
  • cried the most during fox and the hound 
  • always braiding nina’s hair. Knows how to do all the super advanced onces as well
  • "I don’t know, CAN YOU?" 
  •  the best one at pushing people on the swings 
  • AMAZING AT JUST DANCE WITH JESPER 
  • "sorry I ran out of fucks to give try again later maybe?" 
  • gives the nicest presents. always knows what a person wants for christmas/their birthday 
  • the one who’s really into photography and is always taking aesthetic™ pics of Nina for her social media accounts 
  • Prefers tea over coffee

wylan:

  • bullied for not being able to read (at least up until high school), so is super shy 
  • loves drawing. the artistic™ one who takes anatomy to be able to draw people better 
  • MASTER FLUTE MUSICIAN. On the school band. Jams hard af when he plays it 
  • is in gem math and AP chem with kuwei. 
  • loves sweet. addicted to blue jolly ranchers. his tongue is always blue 
  • constantly pushing up his thick rimmed glasses (even if they ain’t on, which causes him to poke his eye)
  • looooves all the superhero shows on the CW 
  • V neck sweaters. always
  • always has his trusty satchel
  • only has tumblr. has like 10k followers because of his artwork. 
  • ”‘illuminati’ ? is that a band?“ 
  • cat person even though he’s allergic to cat fur. absolutely adores inej’s cat. settles for owning a horned lizard named "shrek" 
  • secretly a huge fan of memes 
  • really gay for tom holland and ed sheeran (calls him "ginger Jesus”) 
  • gamer with jesper. they always play overwatch together, wylans better tho. a genji and Ana main 
  • cried the most during big hero six 
  • wylan, with blank eyes: “I like my coffee how I like my men” // jesper: *spits out his drink* 

matthias: 

  • sports fan obv. On the schools hockey team bc his fav is hockey. is extremely competitive when he plays it. Is constantly checking but never gets penalties (aka slamming the other players against the walls)
  • played basketball against jesper and surprisingly lost. jesper won’t let it go 
  • dog person. owns a pet pomsky (Pomeranian-husky) with nina who’s name is “bub" 
  • “long hair don’t care”draws inspiration from Harry styles 
  • really philosophical. takes all the philosophy/ethics classes available 
  • kind of sounds like Thor (thick and deep accent) 
  • a good™
  • "you’re all horrible trash”
  • “do we really have to be doing this now? I have to finish my homework" 
  • loves baking. bakes everything for the love of his life 
  • grey sweatshirts and adidas shoes 
  • wears contacts Because he hates how glasses look on him. only wears them when he’s home 
  • oblivious to all the women in love with him
  • "CAN YOU EVEN LIFT BRO? BECAUSE I SURE AS FRICK CAN” (doesn’t curse) 
  • real 👍🏻🤘🏻👌🏻life🤰🏻👼🏻🌱student📚✂️✏️athelete🏃🏼🥇🏆🥅🏒
  • has Facebook and Twitter only
  • cried the most during bambi and dumbo 
  • little spoon™ 
  • has a couple tattoos with very deep meanings

jesper: 

  • dancer with inej. dances like those ppl who look like robots ??? the ones who look like they freeze parts of their body while the others move. AMAZING at it 
  • loves jazz but also dubstep/edm and rap/r&b. Beyoncé is MOM/QUEEN. 
  • sometimes djs parties 
  • again, huge gamer with wylan. he’s a lucio and junkrat main for overwatch. loves like every video game ever 
  • loves all the marvel movies, in love with black panther (was team cap) 
  • dresses like a hipster but also sometimes a fuck boy (tank tops and shorts with a backwards cap style) 
  • favorite subject is business and debate. great negotiator 
  • cried the most during the lion king 
  • A+ cosplayer (especially his lucio cosplay) 
  • big supporter of human rights (LGBTA+, feminist, black lives matter, poc representation). Will LITERALLY get into fights over anyone who thinks otherwise. Fist fights, always supported by Kaz and Matthias. Got suspended for 3 days for breaking a kids nose who thought LGBTA+ people should **** ** ****) 
  • that one kid who has 50 fidget spinners and can do cool tricks with them. also manages to sell all of them 
  • skateboard pro™ 
  • always sends the blinking face meme, even if it’s out of context 
  • all the social medias. 
  • one tattoo only of a gun with a ‘bang’ flag coming out of it 

nina: 

  •  PROFESSIONAL👏🏻 MAKE 👏🏻 UP 👏🏻 ARTISTS 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 HAS HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF FOLLOWERS ON HER INSTAGRAM AND THE SAME FOR HER YOUTUBE CHANNEL 
  • Speaking of YouTube, she always does cute videos. Baking/cooking tutorial videos featuring Matthias, 'i do my boyfriends makeup’, 'my boyfriend does my makeup’, 'my boyfriend buys my makeup’, does make up tutorials obviously, challenges with her best friend inej like the 'whisper challenge’. everyone loves her and says her and Matthias are their otp 
  • loves fashion design, takes that class. 
  • loves horror movies/creepy things but also Disney 
  • great at roller skating 
  • always wins the best dressed awards ad school 
  • also huge fan of ed sheeran. loves little mix more than 5h. 
  • cried the most during 'up' 
  • Can speak like 4 languages (English, french, Latin and spanish) 
  • loves traveling and learning about new cultures too 
  • dancer!inej’s biggest fan and hockey!matthias’ biggest fan 
  • always breaks snapchat streaks 
  • likes to (friendly) debate with jesper, especially over stupid things 
  • amazing with kids. babysits all the time. calls “bub” (the dog) her and matthias’ baby 
  • big spoon™ 
  • notes are so fucking pretty. buys the most expensive stationary and notebooks 
  • also huge supporter of human rights. runs the feminist club. (Jesper is the Vice President) stresses loving yourself and your body, and makes sure to design comfortable yet GORGEOUS clothes for “"plus sized people”“ 
  • wins 'dynamic duo’ award with inej 
  • always eating lollipops 
  • has a few very small tatos of cute things like roses and crowns. has one quote written in cursive on her rib

kaz: 

  • prefers black coffee as well 
  • loves crime shows, whether they’re real or fake. for instance loves both 'Dateline’ and 'Criminal Minds’ also loves 'House’
  •  favorite class is psychology, learning how a person thinks and acts and feels
  • has the dregs tattoo on his arm * edge lord 9000™ * such a drama queen and diva like damn 
  • *deep sigh* "I think I’d rather go take a nap” *gets up and leaves* 
  • also loves computer science. knows how to hack shit like a pro 
  • always rough housing with jesper. broke a table once 
  • does walk with a cane. likes to slap matthias’ ass with it 
  • “bow down you fucking peasants" 
  • only types in lower case with 0 emojis and no punctuation marks. CONSTANTLY leaves people on read 
  • only has Twitter and snapchat. His posts on snapchat never have captions, yet somehow has a 200 day streak with Jesper and a 250 day streak with inej 
  • loves watching horror movies with nina 
  •  *in a fight* "oh I’ll sHOW YOU SOME DIRTY HANDS” *swings* 
  • gets second place for best dressed award 
  • always sending memes with no context in their group chat, as well as vines 
  • indie and alternative rock fan 
  • “does it look like I care because I’m sorry if it does I didn’t mean to give you that impression" 
  • head over heels for inej Ghafa like wow 
  • likes to read a lot of mystery books and non fiction books 
  • cried the most during finding dory 
  • can solve a Rubik’s cube under a minute and won’t let you forget it 
  • The one asshole who picks either Kirby or metaknight in super smash brothers brawl
  •  hates seeing the notification bubble so he always has all chats muted and notifications turned off for apps 
  • kiss ass to all the teachers to get them A’s

Kuwei: 

  • SCIENCE NERD. ALWAYS singing the bill nye theme song. Loves ASAPScience on YouTube. Master at chemistry and biology 
  • "hey did u know bill nye is, like, my dad" 
  • nina treats him like a baby 
  • loves everything to do with Star Wars while wylan loves star trek more. Fighting ensues. 
  • has a pet Siamese cat name sparky 
  • Used to have a huge crush on jesper and everyone knew it except jesper. 
  • knows the intro to the bee movie ("according to all known laws of aviation-”)
  •  jesper in the group chat: “gonna go shower be right back” // kuwei: “without me ;)?” // wylan: “KUWEI SWEAR TO FUCK” // kaz: “watch your fucking language wylan" 
  • obsessed with Pokémon go even if it died out (chose team instinct) 
  • "fight me on this" 
  • has Twitter, snapchat and instagram 
  • Always drinking ginger ale 
  • master at bop it 
  • the one kid who always forgets to pay you back for stuff 
  • is also into the CW super hero shows, so him and wylan are constantly talking about it 
  • loves cartoons and anime 
  • speaks fluent fuckboy 
  • God awful at comebacks 
  • "let’s take a selfie guys !!!” // “kuwei no-” // *snapshot sound* 
  • talks !!! Like !! This !!!! for,,, some reason ???????? 
  • huge nerd for other things too like lord of the rings and Harry Potter and game of thrones 
  • cried the most during inside out
  •  "do you think planes are scared of heights?“ // "for fucks same kuwei it’s 4am”
Glitter Ball

I’ve been seeing some discussion in past few days about how unrealistic it is that Bitty doesn’t hang out with other queer kids at Samwell, which is a valid point, and it reminded me I had a fic languishing in my drafts folder that involved an expanded look at the LGBTQIA group on campus, so I figured maybe the time had come to post it. It’s more about Dex than Bitty, because I started it as a response to the “Dex is homophobic” discourse, so this is from a “Dex has never been straight, he just doesn’t think it’s any of your business” perspective.

(It’s the beginning of a longer fic called “I Abhor You/I Adore You” that’s kind of an exercise in filling in all the gaps between the Nurseydex tweets and fleshing out the non-hockey parts of Samwell, but who knows if I’ll ever finish it.)

~4.5k, pre-slash Nurseydex, mostly Dex POV, guest appearances by Bitty, Holster, and a few OCs from the LGBTQIA group. Location of the IT helpdesk across the hall from the resource center entirely stolen from my own tiny liberal arts school, “the little gay college in the middle of Iowa.”

Read it on AO3 (now with the second chapter as well).


First year, first semester

Dex got a job with the helpdesk almost as soon as he got to campus. This wasn’t exactly normal for an unknown, untested, untried, and undeclared first year student, but he had references from his high school job and there was a constant shortage of people who actually knew how to do anything with hardware. Which, of course, was the thing most of the professors actually needed help with. They weren’t actually receiving a lot of emergency Python coding calls; they needed someone who could “make the goddamn printer talk to the computer” without pissing anyone off by being too condescending.

He enjoyed it; compared to having to do the same thing in a retail environment, this was downright relaxing, and he at least had some confidence the people he was helping weren’t complete idiots. He could even leave behind a Post-It of step-by-step instructions of how to fix the problem themselves next time and have it be followed at least 50% of the time! Not to mention his work-study hours as a student athlete were actually capped and enforced so he wouldn’t work himself to death. So relaxing when compared to high school, when he’d had to juggle IT work, lobster fishing, hockey, and grades good enough to get some kind of scholarship.

Since he’d gotten to campus early to start pre-season practice with the hockey team, he’d been able to establish a work routine before adding in classes, which had been helpful. The CS classes at Samwell were certainly more demanding, but that was why he was here, wasn’t it? All in all, he was pretty satisfied with how things were shaping up. (Now if only his d-partner weren’t such an entitled brat…)

Once the other students got back to campus, it became clear the helpdesk office wasn’t the only thing housed in the weird little building at the edge of campus. He was just ending a shift when a girl stuck her head in the door. “Would it be possible to get some quick help from anybody? It’s just across the hall.”

“I can do it,” Dex said. “I was just about to leave anyway.”

“Thank you!” She led the way into what appeared to be an all-purpose meeting room. The door now had a handmade rainbow sign taped to it, proclaiming it the Stonewall Resource Center. “We’re having our first meeting of the year tonight, and of course the one person who remembers how to work the projector is on study abroad this semester.”

“No problem. You hooking it up to a laptop?”

“Yeah.”

Dex walked over to the AV podium at the front of the room and fished out the giant cluster of cables and dongles. “Hopefully one of these will work, but we have adapters in the office for just about anything. Bring it over.” A minute or so later, he had everything working.

“Thank you so much!”

“Sure. I mean, it’s my job anyway.”

“Do I need to file a ticket or something?”

“Eh, whatever.”

“Um, you’re welcome to stay for the meeting if you want…”

“What’s it for? I mean, I can guess, but your sign wasn’t even up when I came in at the beginning of my shift, so, you know.”

“Yeah, basically it’s just a beginning of the year informational meeting for students about LGBTQIA resources on campus and a way to get those of us who are returning students to get started organizing other events. So maybe not super interesting.”

“No, it sounds like good information to have. I’ll stick around.”

She smiled at him. “Great! I’m Sam.”

“Will. Or Dex. I answer to either.”

“Nice to meet you.”

***

“So do you think you’ll come back?” Sam asked after the meeting was over. Dex had stayed to help her turn off the projector and leave a sticky note with the steps written down. (He was thinking about getting a set custom-printed with “Helping You Help Yourself!” across the bottom, though he suspected his boss would find this too snarky.)

“Probably not. I mean, not to regular meetings or anything—you can totally ask me for help anytime! I’m just kind of… past the place where I need this kind of group? And I’ve got hockey practice and CS classes that are kind of the point of my being here, so they take priority, you know?”

“Sure thing.”

“But you know where to find me! Seriously, I’m always happy to help. It looks like a great group. But I know I can’t commit to anything.”

“Cool. I’ll see you around then, yeah? Oh, hey, if you have any time on Friday, you should come to the softball game. We’re gonna slay.”

Dex grinned and offered his fist for a bump of solidarity. “You’ll have to come to a hockey game once the season starts.”

“Definitely.”

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Google Salutes the Birth of Hip Hop with Interactive Doodle

Google is celebrating the 44th anniversary of hip-hop today with an interactive doodle on its homepage. Kool Herc’s party at 1520 Sedgwick Avenue in the Bronx 44 years ago is cited as the crystallization of influences that became known as hip-hop. Google’s keyword team spoke with Kevin Burke, Ryan Germick Perla Campos who are behind the doodle. They also worked with hip-hop legends Fab 5 Freddy who was the first host of Yo! MTV Raps and Def Jam logo creator and visual artist Cey Adams. Check out their story behind the doodle,

Keyword: How did you come up with the idea for this Doodle?

Kevin: I’m a huge Hip Hop fan. Growing up outside New Orleans, it was a part of my DNA-performing Hip Hop in my high school band, adding Hip Hop to my college radio station’s rotation, and working on the set of Outkast’s “Ms. Jackson” music video in my first job out of college. Hip Hop has been a constant thread through my life and I wanted to bring my love of it to a Doodle. I developed the concept for interactive turntables, showed it to my manager Ryan (also a fan of Hip Hop), and he lost it. He said, “let’s make it tomorrow!”

OK, so people were into the idea. But Hip Hop is such a big topic. How did you decide what to focus on?

Perla: From the beginning, we were thinking big. I mean, Hip Hop touches so many parts of culture but a lot of people don’t know much about its origins. So, we anchored the Doodle to the birth of Hip Hop, and wanted to celebrate the people who pioneered the movement. We hope to give them the voice and the recognition they deserve, which is what Doodles are all about-shining light on times of history that maybe you didn’t know about. 

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Spider-Man Homecoming: Peter’s age and why I think that impacts the film greatly

Peter Parker is fifteen in this movie. He’s a sophomore in high school. And it shows. This isn’t like when an thirty year old or a person in their late twenties plays a high-schooler and its obvious, Tom Holland (though not 15) looks young. He sounds young. And Holland acts the age he is supposed to portray perfectly. Peter is fifteen. And to many people who will see this movie that doesn’t feel young, I know, but I’m barely 20 and already it feels terribly young to me. Not in a condescending way, I hope, but I look at him and see how much growing he has to do. Peter even says in the film he’s not even worried about college yet. He’s not even a junior. Peter is really young. And I think that’s important.

In a lot of superhero properties they try and downplay the severity of the child hero thing, for obvious reasons, what worked in the 50s and 60s comics doesn’t work as well now. And some of that is here. Tony Stark never tells Peter to stop until things go too far for him, when most real world adults in this age would end his heroing instantly, and taking Peter to Berlin was kinda… yeah bad on Tony’s part, even though he believed that Cap and his team would never really hurt anyone of them. In some aspects we are supposed to use our suspension of disbelief and wave away some of our concerns about Peter Parker’s age. 

And in some ways, no, the movie addresses this. Or at least acknowledges it. And I think that helps and elevates the film. 

Making the audience aware of Peter’s youth increases the tension tenfold. 

Many people have talked about how they have superhero movie fatigue. And I get it, to some extent, specifically in Marvel. Age of Ultron-post I have felt just a little disconnected. And I think it has to do with stakes. The villains are typically STRONG, the plots are WORLD ENDING, and the heroes are INVINCIBLE. And that’s how the first movies were, but now we’ve seen it so many times that I don’t believe anyone can hurt the Avengers. I’ve seen the avengers go through buildings, concrete, and portals. I’ve seen them get smashed to bits and stand back up, I’ve seen them at their lowest and know they will always be okay. Until someone actually dies (which a morbid part hopes will happen in Infinity War) the stakes are no longer there. To me, it seems like they will always get back up.

But Spiderman is different. He’s fifteen. And though I logically know he’s super strong and more invulnerable than normal humans, he is fifteen. He shouldn’t be out there!- my mind screams. But I know he has to be, for himself. They explained his motivations so well in Civil War I have to root for him now. I understand how Tony go sucked in to his enthusiasm and goodness because I am. So I don’t want him to stop. But every time some threw Peter down, or into a wall I gasped. I threw my hand over my mouth like a little old lady and went “oh no”. I was an emotional wreck in the theatre, constantly whispering and reacting and emoting. I promise that’s not normal for me.

Without spoilers, there is one scene where Peter hits his lowest. He is suit-less (that was in the trailers) and he’s beaten up and trapped. And he fights. Captain America, Iron Man, even Hawkeye and Black Widow, I know can get out of there. They are seasoned, strong, greater than I can ever be. But Peter is a highs school kid trying to balance after school activities and taking spanish and going to the dance and I was that kid. I remember being vulnerable in that way, if not physically but emotionally. And Peter fights through it, even when I wasn’t sure he could. Every time he got hurt I thought ‘is Iron Man going to show up?’ I wanted Tony to show up to help this poor child, even if I knew from a screenwriting standpoint Peter had to save himself. But because, emotionally, I wan’t sure Peter could do it alone it made everything so much more rewarding when he could. 

Throughout this movie, when Peter messes up I understand, he has so much learning to do. When he losses I understand, he isn’t as experienced as the bad guy. When he gets mopey, sad, or indignant, I understand because he’s a teenager of course he’s angsty. I am willing to to forgive and empathize with Peter instantly for things I would not be so lenient with adults about. Though I adored Civil War, I rolled my eyes at almost everyone in that movie at least once. There was a better, more adult way to confront this. But Peter is not expected to behave adult-like or maturely, at least not from me. He’s just trying to help and he can make mistakes along the way. 

Peter’s youth and inexperience and vulnerability reinvested me in a world where logically I know he can never lose. But because the adults in this movie acknowledged that this was a kid, because the movie took time to experience school and what Peter should be doing instead of running around in tights, because Holland showed that beneath that innate goodness and strength, Peter’s still immature, I felt for this kid. This young kid trying his best touched a point of empathy with me these movies about Gods hadn’t touched in a while. And I think that’s beautiful. And I think it’s important.

anonymous asked:

any new sterek highschool au?

Well, our absolute favs are under our High School AU tag but, because we don’t want you to lack anything, here is a rec of doom (there’s more than 30 fics here) with all the other fics I’ve read in the last few months/years! - C

HIGH SCHOOL AU

Just Pretend by dragon_temeraire

Stiles tells his dad he has a boyfriend. The problem is, he doesn’t actually have one.


Something New Is Going to Happen by dragon_temeraire

Stiles accidentally discovers that their school mascot is super cute.


All the broken hearts in the world still beat by dragon_temeraire

Stiles totally needs to make Lydia Martin jealous. Yeah. And his best chance is to convince star lacrosse player Derek Hale to (fake) date him.


Smile On The Sidelines by clotpolesonly

Derek was not pining.

Not to say that he didn’t miss Stiles, didn’t want to be with him at that moment (or literally any moment, to be quite honest), but he wasn’t one of those obnoxious clingy people who lost track of the world as soon his boyfriend was out of his sight.

It was just a basketball game anyway.


“Five Days in Detention” (A Future Song by Stiles Stilinski) by alisvolatpropiis

It’s still preseason, sure, but he needs to be practicing. He led the team to the State semifinals last year, and he’s determined to not only make it to the finals this year, but to win the title. He should be on the field right now, practicing his play calls and prepping for next week’s season opener against Saint Pius.

And he can’t do that if he’s wasting his time in detention with these losers. There are a couple of burnouts lazing over some seats by the window, one kid with his face on a desk, hood over his head, and a few Goth kids are sitting in the back corner, looking surly and morose. Maybe you wouldn’t be so miserable if you didn’t listen to such shitty music, he thinks, turning towards his usual seat in the back of the room.

He pauses for the briefest of moments when he sees who’s already sitting there, in the second-to-last row, black-clad limbs spread out, acoustic guitar in his lap, long fingers casually plucking at the strings.

Stiles Stilinski.


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Death Note (2017)

okay, so I just watched the Death Note movie and damn that shit was

WILD

so im just going to compile some small notes about how bad and how much they fucked Death Note like fuck man

Please Note: there are going to be elements of spoilers in this list so if you are planning on watching Death Note (2017) be aware (but in all honesty please dont watch it just watch the 2006 Anime Adaptation I beg you, I am doing you a solid)

lets begin

  • ok so first off, this shit is americanised so of course there is a buttload of whitewashing because if you didnt know Death Note is Japanese and set in Japan and the characters are Japanese - please. 
  • Light Yagami is a good boy™ so like how dare you make this shitty bad boy - hes doing other peoples homework please no
  • the Death Note lands right next to him - um no the Death Note lands 10 feet away from Yagami and outside his classroom stop this
  • also it starts raining right after he picks up the Death Note - spoooky
  • white!light finds some bullys who are obviously over school age and so he pulls the child abuse card on them if they were to hit him - he gets decked anyway. 
  • he gets caught with the homework and put into detention and oh no the light went out - creepy factor™ to the max - so spooked 
  • oh yeah, did i mention that this film is rated an 18 
  • so of course theres been swearing and cursing from everyone, even Light - sorry not my Light 
  • best part of the film was white!light shitting himself when he see Ryuk like yes 10/10 A++ content would watch that scene again
  • white!light also slaps himself and i wanted him to do it more 
  • theres more swearing, i mean i had to settle in for a wild ride with fucks and shits throughout this whole film, but like the anime was only a 15 
  • also Willem Dafoe as Ryuks voice was pretty cool, had a nice ring to it but anyway 
  • he goes to kill older bully because Ryuk says he wants to (obviously hes hesitant) but cant 
  • legit words from the film “i dont have a pen” Ryuk pulls out a pen “well its good you have one” im yeLLING
  • he writes older bully guys name down but oh no, Ryuk tells him to write down how so guess what 
  • HE CHOOSES DECAPITATION IM SERIOUS YALL THIS IS HIS FIRST KILL NO HESITATION JUST WRITES DOWN DECAPITATION LIKE WHO FUCKEN WROTE THIS 
  • FUCKEN GORE TO THE MAX YOU SEE THIS GUYS HEAD BE FUCKEN RIPPED FROM HIS BODY BY A TRAGIC ACCIDENT LIKE FUCK 
  • by this point i was already like #NotMyDeathNote i mean 
  • dad is introduced, but where is mother and sister - ill tell you where - non existant (mum is dead and there was never any sister) 
  • MORE SWEARING >:(
  • theres still apples tho and Ryuk still loves them 
  • white!light reads the Death Note rules (well he actually skims them but okay) 
  • comes across some scribble and sees a not “dont trust Ryuk”
  • HE PRONOUNCES IT RYE-UK NO LIE IM LIKE HOW THE FUCK DARE YOU NO ITS RYUK PRONOUNCED REE-UK FUCK YOU
  • its okay tho because Ryuk comes out and shuts him down with the correct pronunciation like yas bitch you tell him 
  • ALSO LET ME LOOK AT MY MAIN MAN STOP PUTTING HIM IN THE DARKNESS LET ME SEE HIS FACE NOT JUST HIS EYES 
  • Ryuk suggests shark attacks on the toilet as a not possible example of death - Ryuk i thought you were better than this 
  • angry scribbling of names - damn white!light is mad 
  • AND ANOTHER THING WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE HEART ATTACKS LIKE HE JUST KEPT SPECIFYING THE DEATHS - NO THIS IS NOT HOW IT WORKS YOU DONT NEED TO JUST KEEP WRITING THESE SHITTY DEATHS
  • you get one look at Ryuk and damn, my man you ugly im sorry they did you like that
  • okay back at school, watching the team practice and guess what 
  • HES GOT THE DEATH NOTE AND HES READING IT IN THE OPEN IN PUBLIC - BITCH PUT IT THE FUCK AWAY
  • OH BUT WAIT A GIRL SEES HIM - SHE NOTICES IT AND IS LIKE “oo Death Note whats that” AND HES LIKE “nah its nothing™” 
  • BUT IT GETS BETTER 
  • HE TELLS HER ABOUT IT AND LETS HER READ IT AND SHOWS HER HOW IT WORKS LIKE WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON - MY LIGHT WOULD NEVER DO THIS 
  • I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO THIS CHICK IS BUT APPARENTLY HE DOES AND SHE KNOWS HIM SO IM LIKE WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS SO WRONG - WHO IS SHE?!?!?!
  • so new girl who im sure is supposed to be Misa Misa says to white!light “lets change the world together” and so these words obviously go straight to white!lights dick because theres sexual tension in the air
  • “can i kiss you?” “youre not suppose to ask” 
  • she just fucken pins him to the wall shes making him her bitch and theyre kissing ugh my eyes hurt 
  • cut back to school and they in class and they looking at each other like they fucked 
  • then theres more kissing like fucking straight white movie romances am i right 
  • theyre finding a name for the God who will rule the new world
  • of course its Kira like what else is it going to be
  • “Kira means light in celtic” and then quickly “also its similar to the word killer in Japanese” like damn bitch i wonder why you quickly said that - oh yeah because Death Note is actUALLY JAPANESE 
  • im so fucjing done with this film 
  • but now the death victims are leaving perfectly written Japanese messages on the walls like this doesnt mAKE UP FOR YOUR SHITTY WHITEWASHING
  • news time: white boy feels special for getting lots of praise and attention for killing bad guys 
  • were suddenly in Japan in a night/strip club 
  • hooded guy is introduced - hes speaks Japanese - finally we are saved by the Japanese guy who I assume is L
  • nope L is not Japanese just speaks it just like in the anime 
  • white!light is suddenly angry as detective dad for getting on the Kira case like damn what is your damage 
  • Watari is here but he is not cute and kind looking like in the anime, i am disappointed 
  • white!lights dad talks to L on the laptop - but wheres the garbled voice???????
  • L is introdu–
  • L IS BLACK, I REPEAT L IS BLACK - ARREST THAT WHITE BOY BECOME POWERFUL WE ARE SAVED 
  • “rest your glutes” - true words from L. a real line in a real fim 
  • movie!L is just as good and cute as anime!L 
  • nope wait, he actually appears in public himself instead of a decoy - im sorry but i cant have this - not my L
  • he might have had his face covered and hooded but still - not my L 
  • WHITE!LIGHT IS RUDE - HE TALKS TO RYUK LIKE SHIT - TELLS HIM TO SHUT THE FUCK UP HOW DARE YOU I WOULD HAVE KILLED HIM FOR THAT ALONE
  • finally found out Misa Misa replacements name 
  • its Mia
  • some cops walked off a building 
  • i kind of stopped taking as many notes by this point i was just not paying attention 
  • “if you fuck this were not the good guys anymore” - what part of killing people, be they bad or not, makes you the good guys? NONE
  • L and Light meeting in a cafe 
  • L becomes a cat and pushes shit off the table 
  • “youre the one who flew into the sun, im just the one to make sure you actually burn” - yooOOOOOOO L rekt u 
  • white!lights dad dares to be killed - Mia thinks about doing it but white!light stops her - she gets dumped 
  • she begs for him back 
  • she pulls out the i love you card 
  • it works because of course it would and theyre kissing again - like fuck no bitch you tried to kill my dad get the fuck out
  • Watari is targeted, his name is written in the book - LEAVE HIM ALONE
  • apparently people can be spared by burning the page with their name on it, what kind of bullshit
  • L is angry, he is so smad 
  • L GETS PINNED AGGRESSIVELY TO A TABLE UNHAND HIM YOU HEATHENS 
  • but another fault that L doesnt really get mad, hes actually a cool cucumber im sorry not my L
  • homecoming dance - really 
  • Mia gives white!light his outfit for it and also a hat with a note saying “i have it” 
  • have what idk
  • Ls old kids home is creepy™
  • white!light is wEARING A TOPHAT TO THE HOMECOMING DANCE WHA THE FUCK 
  • it was a decoy trick wow
  • oh no Wataris page is missing it cant be burned now, WATARI IS GOING TO DIE 
  • Watari dies before he can give white!light Ls real name HA
  • Take my Breath Away by Berlin plays at the dance - beautiful 
  • oh damn Mia actally outsmarts and FCUKS white!light - she wrote his name in the Death Note 
  • nope wait shes going to burn the page to bring him back fucking
  • she still fucked him over tho
  • L is still smad, but now hes got a gun and hes stolen a cop car 
  • theres a mangled L theme going on i swear
  • smashes through a “drive slow, drive safe” sign - good one L 
  • L finds white!light and chases him on foot
  • L IS RUNNING I REPEAT L IS RUNNING 
  • PARKOUR 
  • L IS DOWN AND OUT COLD IM 
  • now white!light has the gun
  • news flash: white boy is having regrets but white girl is living it 
  • its sad™
  • OH DAMN HE FUCKED HER OVER BACK IM YELLING
  • theyre on a ferris wheel and then it collapses spontaneously 
  • oh no white boy is having major regret about everything what a shame 
  • bye Mia, bye white!light 
  • oop Mia is dead 
  • L is okay 
  • white!light is in the water 
  • some random sees the washed up Death Note and picks it up 
  • white!light is in hospital - the random returns the Death Note to him
  •  memories of dead girlfriend™
  • father just now realised that his son is Kira
  • WHITE BOY SET THE WHOLE FUCKING THING UP - HE TELLS HIS DAD EVERYTHING LIKE FUCK HE MIGHT BE WHITE BUT HE FUCKING SMART 
  • L is still smad but now he had good hard evidence and proof of Kira
  • Ryuk is laughing and says that humans are interesting 
  • and then get this 
  • IT FUCING ENDS 
  • WHITE!LIGHT LIVES HE FUCKING LIVES AND LIKE IM JUST LIKE THIS IS NOT RIGHT WHAT THE FUCK NO PUT IT RIGHT FUCKING KILL HIM YOU COWARDS AND LET L LIVE 
  • but its okay because there are “funny bloopers” in the end credits 
  • more mangled L theme
  • im now watching the original 2006 anime and all is well 
  • Death Note 2017 whats that? 

anonymous asked:

Seven Minutes in Purgatory: with your enemy who you have slight sexual tension and you figure out if you are going to fight or make out

Seven Minutes in Heaven

Summary: Betty finds herself playing a round of seven minutes in heaven after lying about her crush for years.

Words: 2,102

Warnings: A really tasteless joke about Sylvia Plath, spoilers for the graphic novel The Watchmen, kissing and fluff

A/N: Sorry nonnie, this isn’t a fighting kind of fic. This feels like it could be an AU outtake from The Stacks. I’m also experimenting with a clean cut version of Jughead. This isn’t the best, I’m not happy with the ending but I’m working shit out and I also edited this myself so there is probably errors. 


Betty Cooper did not want to be in Archie Andrews basement playing seven minutes in heaven. She felt like she was too old for this silly game. They were seniors in high school, most of them were already having sex, a little kissing was nothing.

But Betty was not like most of her senior classmates. She knew that kissing whoever she had to kiss that night would be a very big deal considering there was only one person in that circle she really wanted to kiss.

She had done a good job of hiding her feelings for the past three and a half years. At any sleepover she found herself at she always admitted to having a big fat crush on Archie; the gorgeous, red-headed quarterback that took every girls breath away. It was common knowledge that Betty was into Archie. Quiet, kind, blonde Betty Cooper loved the hottest guy in school. It was a joke and Betty was fine with that just as long as no one knew who she truly pined for.

Archie loved to tease Betty about it and he loved the way her gaze made him feel. Betty may not have been popular but she was beautiful. The type of girl all the guys ignored but everyone secretly had wet dreams about. Archie loved flaunting himself in front of her. He liked stringing her along, making her squirm, making her sweat whenever he was near.

But Betty was a very good liar.

She knew what the girls at her school were like; they were cruel and would tease, taunt and torture her about her crush. So Betty had to hide the truth, make something up to get them off her back but the truth was she had no interest in Archie.

Her real crush was the raven haired best friend of said quarterback, Jughead Jones.

Archie and Jughead’s friendship made no sense. Jughead didn’t play sports, he wasn’t vulgar, he wasn’t obnoxious but instead was a straight A student like Betty. He was the head editor for the school newspaper, head of the debate team and student body president. He also volunteered at an animal shelter part time.

Ever since his father, Forsythe Pendleton, turned his troubled life around and became mayor of Riverdale, Jughead had a dream of becoming the president. He had a knockout smile, dressed well and had a magnetic charisma. It was probably the reason Archie and he got along so well. People were drawn to both of them but for very different reasons.

Betty’s crush on Jughead didn’t come out of no where. She always noticed how handsome he was but had no reason to ever speak to him. Not until one afternoon she saw him at the Riverdale Public Library.

It was the beginning of their sophomore year, he was sitting at the same table as her on the opposite side and at the other end. Betty had finished her homework a while ago and was reading for pleasure.

Jughead was reading The Watchmen. He was hunched over the book, his arms straining against his dress shirt. He had been working out with Archie and it was starting to show. His hair had fallen out of place and it bobbed in front of his face while he took in the material.

“Are you liking that?” Betty asked, finally gaining the courage to do so.

Jughead startled and looked at Betty with wide eyes. “What?” He replied.

“Are you liking The Watchmen?” She asked again clarifying .

Jughead flashed a dazzling smile. “Um,” he ran his hand through his hair pushing it all back into place. “I like it but I think I’m too much of an optimist to identify with it. I think there are other ways to unite us and make the world better.” His smile grew. “It’s still really interesting though.”

“I wish I could be as optimistic as you. I think Moore’s right, we won’t stop trying to kill each other until there is a threat bigger than each other.” Betty looked away from him and wished the creeping flush in her cheeks would go away.  

“What are you reading?” He asked move down a chair.

A giggle escaped Betty’s lips. “The Bell Jar.” She looked over at him and laughed.

“I hear that Sylvia Plath has a very sunny disposition.” Jughead joked.

“Yeah but just don’t leave her alone in the kitchen.” Betty immediately made a noise of disgust and her whole body flinched at her stupid joke. “That’s so offensive. I don’t know why I said that.” She shook her head bringing her hand to her cheek to soothe her embarrassment.

He laughed. “I’m Jughead Jones.” He said holding out his hand to her moving down to sit across from her.

“I know.” She grinned. “I’m Betty Cooper.” She took his hand in hers.

“I know, you are the only person who has a better grade point average than me. If it wasn’t for you I’d be at home in my hot tub with all the honeys.” He made the same face of disgust Betty had made earlier. “I don’t have any honeys. Women aren’t objects. I’m sorry.” He looked away from her his cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink.

Betty laughed and that’s where their friendship began. They didn’t really acknowledge each other at school and Betty tried to ignore all the girls that flirted with him. She tried to not to feel hurt when he took other girls to dances and she never asked him about the only girlfriend he ever had, Ethyl Muggs. She couldn’t be jealous; she spent years in silence when she could have easily said something.

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anonymous asked:

spideychelle prompsoal headcanons!

ahhh, hello! sorry it took me a while to write these ones. i fell asleep and also prom is such a funny thing. bUT. here are some headcanons :)

  • peter’s a bit worried about prom. not because it’s prom or because it’s supposed to be this huge high school thing that you remember for the rest of your lives.
  • that’s actually what he’s worried about
  • last time he went to a school dance? not the best experience. homecoming sophomore year was one of the worst days of his life. not only did he have to leave behind liz allan, the girl of his dreams who turned out to have a villain as a father, but he also had to fight said father and almost died while doing it.
  • he still wakes up some nights, screaming out as the building falling on top of him disappears. his screams turn to tears as he stares at the bottom of the top bunk bed and may comes in and holds him tight to her chest. it’s been over a year, but he still gets the nightmares.
  • so he’s not excited for junior prom. sue him.
  • ned’s been trying to convince him to go. the decathlon team is all planning on renting a party bus and heading over together. which, peter admits sounds fun. a part of him really wants to go. but he can’t shake this feeling that something will inevitably go wrong and his night will be ruined and the nightmares will never end.
  • and then mj asks him to prom. well, kind of.
  • it’s a boring wednesday during lunch, ned is still getting his food because he had to speak with mr. harrington after class. so it’s just peter and mj at the lunch table. (she sits across from them these days.)
  • “so, my parents have been asking me about who my date is for prom and i want them to stop, so can i just say it’s you?”
  • “what?”
  • mj groans, lifting her eyes from her book so she can roll them at peter. “my goodness, parker, for a genius you’re really dense. can you be my date to prom so my parents get off my back?”
  • and. he’s honestly stupefied. because: “wait, you’re actually going to prom?”
  • “yes, peter. i’m allowed to want to spend time with my friends, you know.”
  • “yeah, of course, i just-” he doesn’t actually know what he thought. she did go to homecoming for the last two years, so it makes sense she’d be going to junior prom. but then: “wait, is this how you’re asking me to junior prom?”
  • michelle’s cheeks tinge slightly more pink and she looks back at her book. “i told you, my parents-”
  • “i know what your parents want, but what do you want?” he doesn’t know why he asks that. mj is his friend. has been for the better part of a year. she joins he and ned on their snack breaks and movie nights and study dates. he doesn’t want her to be his date to prom. he’s not even planning on going to prom. but then
  • “i mean,” she coughs, keeping her eyes trained on her book. “i guess it would be fun to go with you.”
  • his face lights up and he smiles all bright and wide. “you want to go to prom with me!
  • “no, i don’t!”
  • “that’s literally what you just said!”
  • “shut up, parker. that’s not what i said.” and she slinks further into her seat and scrunches her eyebrows together and she’s putting her head even further into her book and she looks so adorable. and, oh. oh. he doesn’t expect the sudden quickening of his heart or the flush that rises to his cheeks. he doesn’t like mj that way. he doesn’t, he never, they’re just friends.
  • and then ned plops down into the seat next to him and peter can’t say anything further and michelle is leaving before he can answer her and he feels badly because she looks disappointed. but he doesn’t, he didn’t even think about the possibility that he could have feelings for her in that way until like five minutes ago when she asked him to prom.
  • so, when their last period of the day rolls around, he sits next to michelle and scratches out a small note, which he hands to her when their teacher starts talking about the mitochondrial dna.
  • i’d say yes if you asked me properly.
  • when she finally looks up at him, shocked, he smiles and whispers, “you have to at least buy me dinner first, mj.”
  • she shoves him lightly and then pays attention to their teacher drone on and on for the rest of the day. she seems to have a small smile on her face but she doesn’t say anything else on the matter.
  • peter wonders for a brief moment if he’s messed this up and she’s decides to just ask someone else. and he tells himself he shouldn’t be disappointed because he didn’t want to go to prom anyway. but that was before he knew mj wanted him to be her date.
  • but then at decathlon practice the next day, michelle is grilling him on russian history around wwi when suddenly she asks: “true or false. on may 8, 2019, michelle jones asked peter parker to the prom.”
  • and
  • is she for real?
  • he looks around at all his teammates, who all have their eyes trained on him. they seem to be excited, sitting on the edges of their seats. they also must surely see the blush on his cheeks.
  • “uh,” he manages to get out. “true.”
  • he hears her whisper, “oh god.” and then ned comes in (and wait, when did he leave?) and he’s carrying this big bouquet of red roses. but as ned gets closer, peter can see that there are a few white roses in the mix. and the white roses spell out the word “prom”.
  • ned hands the bouquet to michelle and she walks over to peter. she won’t meet his eye as she hands him to bouquet and opens her jacket to reveal a shirt with a “?” across the middle.
  • and, peter is shocked. it’s been one day. did she already have a shirt with a question mark on it? how did she get flowers so quickly? she told the whole decathlon team without him knowing? how did she arrange this?
  • and then, sensing his confusion, michelle sighs. “my dad is a florist. i’ve had this shirt for years. logistics aside, will you go to prom with me, you loser?”
  • peter stares at her for a few moments, dumbstruck. and then he nods his head, smile growing when he hears the decathlon team cheer. mj smiles. she smiles in a way that’s small and as if she can’t help it. like she’s tried keeping it off her face, but the joy is too powerful.
  • so peter stands up and he hugs her tightly. her arms slowly wrap around his torso and the team cheers even louder. he thinks he hears flash yell: “get a room, you dorks!” but peter doesn’t care because he’s pressed up against michelle and her hair smells nice and it feels good against his face.
  • “thanks for asking me properly.” he whispers, moving so his face is smushed even further into her hair.
  • “thanks for saying yes.” and at this peter pulls back, and michelle looks so…vulnerable. and peter wants her to know he’s not going to hurt her. that she is giving him a gift by letting her walls down with him and he won’t ruin that.
  • “for you, anything.” and michelle punches him in the shoulder and laughs, calling him a loser. but peter just smiles. because michelle jones has a crush on him and she got him flowers and he’s going to go to prom with her.
  • wait until he tells aunt may.
“I’m The Real Avenger”

Request:  Heyo! I just read “I can’t help falling in love” and loveeeed it! Any chance I could request a tom holland Peter Parker oneshot? I’m not picky about the details (though maybe an established relationship would be cute?). If you can, that’d be great! If not, no need to fret. Thanks love! ❤ -TF 

Pairing: Peter x Reader, Platonic!Bucky x Reader 

Summary: Peter decides him and his girlfriend are going to battle using nerf guns.

Warning: fluff

Word Count: 921

A/N: im so sorry this took so long. i still have four requests to do. this upcoming week shouldnt be as busy so i will get to writing. please leave feedback. let me know if you want to be on my taglist or have a request.


Originally posted by spiderster

Peter Parker was known around school as the nerdy little boy who had an obsession with digging electronic out of the trash. No one knew that he truly was the spider man. He was friends with Tony Stark and he took Captain Rogers off his feet during the battle in Germany. He tried to keep his identity a secret, but there were a few people who knew about his extra-curricular activities. One of them being Y/N Y/L/N, his girlfriend of almost one year.

They had known each other for a very long time. She was there for him when his parents died and she was there for when he lost Uncle Ben. She has been with him through everything and it just made sense that she was there for him during his time as Spider Man. She also knew everyone on the Avengers. Everyone was now living back at Stark Tower. Tony brought everyone in, including Team Cap.

Peter and Y/N hung out at the tower every day after school and sometimes they stayed the night over the weekends, in separate rooms of course. Tony was very protective of his Spiderling. They were known for being lovey dovey with each other. They were always holding hands or hugging. Y/N was just an affectionate person. She hugged every person on the team when she came to visit. Even Bucky let her hug him. She was just that cute and adorable. Everyone loved her.

This weekend they were both staying over at the tower. Everyone was out on a mission except Peter, Bucky, and Tony. Peter had the brilliant idea of starting a nerf gun battle. He had no idea what he was in for.

“Okay, here are the rules: one, you cannot use any of your special abilities. That means Tony cannot use his suit or Friday and Peter cannot where his little onesie and he can’t use his webs. Two, this is going to be played in teams. The first team to eliminate both players on the opposite team wins. Three, the winners get to ask anything of the losers. The teams are Peter and Tony, me and Bucky. Understood?” Y/N had a serious look on her face as she stared all the boys in the face. They knew she meant business.

“Got it, babe. Let’s go teams!” with that they split up.

They each went to their separate parts of the tower to build a plan of attack and ready themselves with the plethora of nerf guns kept in the tower. Y/N and Bucky were confident they could take out the father-son duo. The plan was for Bucky to take out Tony. He could take him down with a long-range nerf gun while Y/N was to go after Peter. She liked to up close and personal when she took him down. It was funny to see his face when he finally lost. She was not an Avenger, but she enjoyed the fake battles they put together. Bucky has been teaching her some of his special sneak attacks. They were good for pranking Peter.

They heard they alarm sound. The game had commenced. Bucky hoisted Y/N into the rafters so she could travel through the tower without being seen. Bucky quickly and quietly made his way to Tony’s lab. That was the place he always went to during games like these. His lab was very messy with a bunch of places to hide. Bucky knew he was going to have to draw him out somehow. He stayed on the stairs that led into the lab.

Meanwhile in the rafters…

Y/N was slowly making her way towards the training room. Peter`s favorite hiding place was his special wall in the room. It had nooks and crannies that he could practice using his webs on. She was planted directly over his wall. What she saw perplexed her.

He was wearing his suit! He broke the rules! She should’ve known that Peter and Tony wouldn’t follow their perfectly clear rules. She quickly put on the ear piece that Bucky had given her the previous nerf gun battle.

“Buck! Tony’s in one of his suits. Peter is wearing his! Look at the suits. He is definitely in one of them.”

“Thanks, kiddo. I think he is in Mark 42. I’m seeing movement in that one. Let’s get ‘em, Kid!”

With that Bucky shot and Mark 42 and Y/N dropped from the rafters directly on Peter`s wall. He shrieked like a little girl when he was her. She pulled put her machine gun-like nerf gun and starting shooting. Peter wasn’t fast enough. At the same time Peter got shot, FRIDAY blurted out,

“Mr. Stark has been eliminated from the nerf gun battle.” Seconds later the same message rang out using Peter`s name.

Peter was laying on the floor defeated with his mask pulled off of his face. He knew your punishment was going to be super embarrassing. He should’ve known that you were going to sneak up on him.

He saw her approaching from his peripheral vision with a shit-eating grin on her face.

“Looks like I’m the real avenger, Babe.” She leaned down do give him a soft kiss and she helped him up.

“I already have a punishment in mind. And I’m gonna love it!”

The Following Day…

The rest of the team had arrived just in time to see Peter dressed in a tight corset dancing to Rihanna’s “Umbrella.” He knew he was never going to cheat at a nerf gun battle again.

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[translation] GRAZIA 2017 September Issue - Group Interview: NCT DREAM

- Next week is your come-back, could you briefly introduce “We Young”?
Mark: This song is to my liking, it’s a song that suits our group’s colors and expresses freedom and energy. You could also tell we became more mature from the song.

- It’s been a long time, seems that everyone has been growing well.
Mark: Jisung has grown the most.

- Will the members compare heights in private?
Mark: Yes, Jisung always say he’s “a big kid now~”
Jisung: I was just kidding
Renjun: He goes to bed the latest among us, and he doesn’t drink milk. Yet he keeps growing.

- After Dream Concert, you performed on SM TOWN. How was it like to perform with your seniors?
Renjun: It’s more refreshing compared to other stages we have done. We always feel our seniors are very cool and it would be great if we can become like that too. It’s like a dream to be able to stand on the same stage to perform.
Mark: As the youngest team we have to look energetic all the time. It’s an honor to be able to stand on a big stage like this, and to be able to see our respected seniors perform at a close distance, it’s touching.

- Recently you covered Lee Seung-hwan “Dunk Shot”, any other songs you have desires to cover?
Mark: H.O.T’s Candy
Haechan: DBSK’s songs!!
Jeno: I personally have a lot of interest in NCT U’s The Seventh Sense. I practiced the choreography for this song many times with Jisung, I want to become as cool as Taeyong hyung.

- Your role model / idols?
Mark: Too many. If I have to choose one he would be Justin Bieber. As he grows, his music matures, it’s very shocking and I want to be like that too.
Jisung: Dean sunbaenim. His music is cool and nice.
Haechan: Michael Jackson. I’m forever a wanna be!
Jeno: When I was a trainee I wanted to be like Bruno Mars. When I first heard  “Marry You” I was attracted. He dances well and can compose, I’m envious.
Chenle & Renjun: There’s too many it’s difficult to just choose one. We want to learn from artists who are committed to developing in various aspects.

- Today’s photo shoot theme is “The Dreamers”, any dreams that left a deep impression on you?
Jisung: Dreams very real when you are asleep, but everything is amazingly forgotten once I wake up
Mark: When I was younger I always have fantasy-like dreams, but recently my dreams are more related to daily life, very real.
Renjun: Yesterday I dreamed of my grandfather, because he’s in China so it’s difficult to meet thus I had tears of joy. When I woke up my pillow was really wet. I video-called him, I really want to meet them soon.
Jeno: From young I always have recurring dreams. It’s a nightmare of person with a fox mask tormenting me. I had the experience of this nightmare for 3 days consecutive.
Chenle: I had a war-like dream similar to that of “The Avengers”, I felt relieved that it was just a dream.
Haechan: Recently I just fall asleep immediately (laughs). I sleep so soundly that I don’t have dreams

- How much sleep do you get on average?
Jisung: Because I don’t really nap, so I sleep a lot. When I don’t sleep I feel regretful (laughs). If I sleep a lot it’s 8 hours?
Chenle: I sleep up to 10 hours when there’s no schedule.
Jeno: The members don’t really sleep at night. Everyone is very energetic at night on the other hand, everyone snoozes a lot.

- Who sleeps the most?
Renjun: Seems to be Haechan.
Haechan: If the lights are off, I can keep sleeping.

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anonymous asked:

Your biromantic ace Lance headcanon... I just? Love it so much?? I’ve noticed people never headcanon the flirty people as ace, so I love ace!Lance.

It was honestly inspired because… watching things like Lance talking about Allura in his vlog, it betrays that there’s a pretty harsh divide between how he really experiences attraction and how he thinks he should seem attracted. Him gushing about how cool Allura is and then hastily correcting it to how he’s sure that Allura thinks he’s cool.

With that, and how much he talks about what seem to be kinda old-school action movies, I think it’s pretty clear where Lance gets this attitude of he should be the passive ladykiller who draws people to him when it’s much more Lance’s nature to just… adore someone. He’s really, at his heart, this sweet, sentimental guy and that part of his personality is really adorable when it comes out.

The idea that he’s acting about sexual attraction is, and I touched on this a bit in the post, was that s4e4 gave all of the paladins very fake, shallow reads of them that are fundamentally untrue. Shiro as a generic beauty with nothing important to say, Hunk as a bumbling buffoon, Pidge as someone just blathering off meaningless nonsense science, Allura Keith as an arrogant lone wolf who’s only isolated because he’s too cool for this teamwork thing.

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loyal surroundings ↬ p.p

prompt: with nosy friends and aunts sticking their nose into your business, it’s about time your best friend peter parker saved you––but in a different type of suit.

warnings: maybe foul language?? i don’t remember

notes: i know thanksgiving just passed, but i’ve been thinking about this, and also it could apply for christmas as well. p.s this is super long. hope u all enjoy xo.

•••

Of all things, Peter Parker was loyal. That was for certain. Every detail that defined him, every characteristic that covered him from head to the worn out soles of his sneakers, screamed it. There was no way a boy such as him, with a heart that could’ve quite believably been literally made of gold and selflessness, who had gentle, hazel eyes and a warm smile, could betray you. The light freckles that danced on his nose and cheeks swore their friendship to you in a way his mouth never could when he felt too nervous to say it.

He’d tell you anything and you’d do the same. Though it had taken him some time to tell you the biggest secret of them all, he eventually told you and that was all that mattered. With the same sigh of relief and the promise of no more lies. This was your Peter. He would do anything for you.

Or, at least that’s what you told him as he sauntered and paced about his room, chewing on his bottom lip, making it more pink than usual. You had done possibly everything in your power to convince him to do you this one, humongous, important favor that you swore by the Son of Odin, that you’d pay him back for. He’d done everything for you—even saved you from an armed robbery, but you don’t talk about that—yet not this one solid and simple service.

“Peter Benjamin Parker,” The words left your mouth flustered and desperate, and stressed. “Please.”

He shook his head and shrugged, putting away the remaining homework he had finished after your school had let you out for annual Thanksgiving break. You had spent the past twenty minutes begging for Peter to do what you asked because after all, what were best friends for? Usually, Peter would’ve dropped everything to help you out, which was a quality he had that you were grateful for; his forever chivalrous manner causing him to come when you called. And yet, no budge.

“No, [Y/N], I will not pretend to be your boyfriend.” He gave you an incredulous look as he repeated what you had asked of him and you bit your lip, staring at his hardwood floor, unable to see the blush growing on your best friend’s face. “Why don’t you ask Ned? He’s adorable.”

“I did ask Ned! But he’s going back to Hawaii to see some extended family this year, so I came to you, my gorgeous and lovely first best friend who I assumed would help me out before Ned Leeds, who has bailed on me twice and counting, did.” A sharp expression spread over your features and Peter sighed.

“I thought you didn’t even like Thanksgiving, you always say it’s a glorified holiday celebrating Native American genocide and colonization.”

“Exactly, it is. And right now, I don’t need racist aunts or ignorant uncles adding onto this terrible holiday, all I need is my best friend at my side,” You cooed sweetly as he sat down next to you on the bed, and you threw an arm around him hoping he’d give in.

Peter eyed you carefully, his brain rapidly trying to come up with excuses that you hadn’t already shot down. You had already gone through the steps of asking Aunt May if she would like to come over for Thanksgiving this year so that her and Peter wouldn’t have to spend it alone and she gladly accepted—so that was out of the question. The past following weeks had been, well, calm for the most part, if you could even describe Queens as that.

He listened to the traffic, which he did often since now his sense really gave him no real choice, and chimed into a lady’s conversation from the building over, hoping to stall. He knew that you understood what he was doing. But he had to think about this carefully. Him. Being your boyfriend? Even as pretend, it made the teenager feel nervous and clammy, and he curled up his sweater sleeves around his palms to soak it all up.

“I–I have, you know––” He began sheepishly, only for you—clever, cunning, pretty you—to cut him off with a logical, debunking answer prepared.

“Heroes deserve a holiday off too.”

“Real heroes don’t take them,” He shot back and you rolled your eyes falling onto your back on his bed, staring up at him, curls of brown falling in his face.

“Come on, Peter. One night. One night where you’re not out there risking your life for this city, one night where it’s just you and me and some badly seasoned turkey. Come on.”

Peter always knew that you could be convincing, but this was a different level. “But, like, won’t it be weird?”

Your phone rang the minute he said that, but you ignored it. ”Promise it won’t be. It’s a one time thing, Peter. This year my extended family is coming over to our house and one of my great-aunts who hasn’t seen me in forever is relentless. Just pretend and then next year around I’ll say we broke up.”

Peter didn’t know why he couldn’t just say no to you. He’s refused and denied more important things before, but he could feel himself giving in. Truthfully, he couldn’t see this ending well. He simply did not see this entire plan that you took the liberty of conjuring up as a good idea. It was something out of a book Aunt May would read with a glass of red wine when she was feeling upset, not Peter’s life. He already had enough going on with not blabbing about being Spider-Man and crime in New York, or teaming up with the Avengers. Now, he had to worry about this? Oh, boy.

“Pete, my mom is calling and I have to leave and I will continue texting you about this if you don’t answer me now.” You smiled at him, grin huge, fluttering your eyelashes and giving him the best doe-eyed look you could ever give. He found it incredibly cute and his heart may have leaped out of his chest, but that was not the task at hand right now.

“[Y/N]…I—Maybe,” he mumbled, glancing away from you to pick at loose thread of his blanket.

“Sorry, what was that?” You mocked, before chuckling, “I’m just kidding. Thank you so much, Peter! I love you, you won’t regret this.”

You went up to leave, throwing a look and a wave to Peter before you eventually did. ”Just promise you won’t fall in love with me, Spidey. See you in a couple days.”

Peter watched as you walked away, a sigh escaping his mouth from feelings not even he could detect. Upon the traffic, his rapidly beating heart, and hustle and bustle of the city life that remained outside his window—the only thing he could focus on was himself, whispering, “Can’t make any promises.”

•••

As Thanksgiving rolled around, you found yourself in your own house, drinking some soda as you attempted to gracefully dodge questions at you and your lovelife, or what college you planned on going to even though you were only a sophomore because, as your least favorite uncle says, it’s never too early to start planning that degree in nursing, even though you’ve never been interested in nursing.

Among the throngs of people, you couldn’t find the one familiar place that felt like home and you couldn’t fight the frown placing itself onto your face. Peter. Aunt May had arrived early with a pie, store-bought of course since she didn’t want to risk burning one herself, but it was still delicious with ice cream on top, nonetheless. And by her side was no one, and as May puts it, it was due to the fact that Peter had “gotten caught up with things.” You knew what she meant by things, and, though she or Peter had never said anything that caused you to suspect May’s knowledge—you knew that she understood what things meant as well. Perhaps it was the look of pity mixed with disappointment that gave it away.

To be completely fair, you didn’t really and absolutely need Peter Parker to live through this holiday, seeing as you could usually bare with it when you traveled every year before. However, it would’ve been nice to not feel so threatened in your own ground by nosy aunts and your mother’s subtly condescending friends, and him practically hanging out with you and helping you avoid and surprisingly answer questions would’ve eased you up. Especially since your great aunt was hounding you with every heteronormative question possible, making you wish you could’ve choked on the ice cube in your drink that had been long melted away.

“So, you’re grown now! And so attractive. Anyone nab you off the market?”

Nab? You wanted to grunt, but you didn’t want to be rude considering she was family and she had been nice so far. It wasn’t like you wanted to be mean and standoffish, which you really weren’t, but a night of dealing with drunk family members and homophobic remarks and Trump supporters had really wore you down. Grabbing onto your sweatshirt as a way of comforting and reminding yourself that this night was close to over, you realized that it, funnily enough, belonged to Peter. Opening your mouth to answer, you were instead given a greeting.

“Hi, sorry I’m late. I had some, uh, trouble.”

Peter had bruises that looked fresh by his jaw that were already starting to heal slightly but slowly, and he wore a dress shirt and some jeans and sneakers. Though you could tell he had Spider-Man business to take care of, he had combed his hair and gotten dressed, and that made you smile. In all honesty, he looked great, and you had to force yourself to stop calling him cute in your head.

“It’s no problem, you’re just in time. Trust me.”

With that, you grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze and he immediately caught the message. He cleared his throat one too many times and you had to cover up your laughing with a cough. You knew him. He had rehearsed this. He had practiced what he was going to say in reply to any questions he got. What a dork!

“I’m Peter, [Y/N]’s…um, best frie––boyfriend! Boyfriend. Nice to meet you,” He managed to get out, blushing like mad, pink dotting across his cheeks like spilled over paint.

He tried to push some of his awkwardness away, imagining himself to be the smooth and social butterfly he often hoped to appear as, but eventually he would just look at you and it was all go to ruins. It’s not like him pretending around you was any different, or something he wasn’t used to. The amount of times you’ve made him feel jittery and anxious was uncountable, but this night really pushed the limit through the roof.

His eyes flickered over to you and in response, your soft smile provided him with an unspoken hello, eyes lingering on your lips for a little too long.

The rest of the night seemed to flutter by with ease, and you managed to get away from your family as Peter gladly took all the questions they had of you and him and whatnot. You had sworn that you would make it up to him, constantly texting him to ask if he was alright, or if he wanted you to come in and save him instead. He had always replied that he was feeling fine and that he could handle a few rogue family members, but that wasn’t exactly what you were referring to.

You could tell Peter wasn’t this used to many people at Thanksgiving, or any holiday for that matter. The initial reaction he had when he first laid eyes upon you and everyone in your house had said it all, no matter how good Peter thinks he is at hiding things. You watched him silently when the rare moments came where you were apart for the night, you mainly by the kitchen as he stayed in the living room, your folks gathering around him like hungry wolves ready to tear him up with inquiry after inquiry, sometimes menial and others actually quite interesting. Aunt May, on the other hand, naturally gravitated towards you and her nephew when she had the chance, and you were glad to see she was having such a nice time too. You’re sure that after this they would be invited many more times, or maybe even vice-versa could take place if both were up to it. You often hated huge family get-togethers, but you couldn’t imagine spending holidays alone and quiet.

“[Y/N]!” Aunt May had called out, but it barely sounded like calling out since everyone was so loud, air lively with buzzing chatter and the whistles from the football game on television. You grinned, placing down your plate of mashed potatoes and corn as she walked up to you, her glasses pushed up and long hair tied into a bun. “How’s the plan going?”

“Plan? What–what plan?”

“Don’t worry, kiddo. Peter spilled everything to me. It’s amazing what that boy can say when he’s nervous. I️ wasn’t sure he was really going to come since he already told me he had––well, I’m sure you already know what he had to do, but I guess those things that were aforementioned weren’t so important to him after all. Well…I guess not as important as you.”

“May, you’re making me blush–”

“With good reason. Don’t say I said anything. Peter will be furious with me. He says I embarrass him too much,” she winks before leaving you be, Peter strolling up to you, face beaming and happy. You weren’t stupid. You knew what Aunt May was trying to get at, but it wasn’t like you didn’t know your own feelings. You knew you liked your best friend Peter Parker, and you knew that you really did want him to be your boyfriend. Actually. Not pretend. But you’d rather not ruin the moment.

Or blow your cover.

“Quite a night, huh?” Peter heard you say as he took a seat next to you, finding some solace away from the excitement and laughter that he had been facing the entire night. Most of the night, anyway. His stares at you were becoming more and more obvious during the night before this moment and he told himself that he was simply playing the part really well. Sure, it was a little too well, but who cares? He had answered every question about you lovingly and honestly, and listened to stories of you from when you were a child that made you burn bright red in shame. His gaze always stayed on you though, and he was beginning to fear that you had noticed.

“This was fun.”

Fun? Peter, did I hear you correctly, or is too much pumpkin pie causing me to hallucinate?”

It was!”

Peter was being genuine, like he always was, always had been. You hated him for it. He truly was loyal if he found Thanksgiving with your family in any way amusing rather than miserable. The two of you laughed and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder as the party began to slowly fade off and relatives began to leave, all remembering to make at least one remark of how perfect a couple you and Peter were before they went out the door.

The only guests who remained in your house were Peter and Aunt May, and three family friends whom took up most of the attention of your parents as you and Peter snuck up to your bedroom, exhausted and seeking privacy. The rest of the night previous had been spent with you two sitting in the empty dining room, eating randomly during conversations that took up hours of each’s time. As you two sat in your bedroom, Peter on the floor and you on the bed, the conversation of interest had been the events that had played out tonight.

“So, Spider-Boy, how was being my boyfriend for the night?”

“Easy.”

Easy?”

“Wait–uh, that’s not what I meant.”

A silence overtook the both of you, resulting in you two staring at each other. You patted the spot next to you on the bed and, even though it took hesitation, Peter joined you, refusing to meet your eyes this time. This gave you a cue that maybe this was your chance, a chance to say something.

To start something.

“We’ve got to address the turkey in the room. Tell me what you meant, Peter.”

“I don’t…I don’t know.” Peter flipped over on his side out of habit of all the times where he was too tired to swing back to his house when yours was closer, so he’d discreetly sleep over in your bed after a night of playing hero before leaving quickly in the morning before school. “I guess it’s…easy, in a way, for me to be your boyfriend because…because–”

“Because what, Pete? Come on, I know you can say it.”

With each shaky breath, he slipped out a word. Breath that smelled like peppermint from your mom’s peppermint hot chocolate fanned against your lips. “Because I want to be your boyfriend.”

“You do? For real?”

“Yes, for real.”

You placed your hands underneath his jaw, wary of the bruise as you gingerly avoided it, and placed your mouth on his. Surprised was an understatement for Peter, as he froze at first, before kissing you back. It was quick, quicker than either for you wanted it to be, but still everything you expected. It was tense and not as magical as you thought it was going to be; he didn’t immediately kiss you back again, but longer, or do anything newsworthy, but that didn’t matter, because it was with him.

Your Peter.

Confessions || C. H

A/n: This was requested quite a while ago and I’m sorry I didn’t do it faster but I tend to procrastinate haha.It might be a bit different than the request but none the less i hope you like it. Anyways tell me what you think of this and request me something if you’d like. btw, I am sorry for any mistakes this is another 3am work from me haha

Summary: Y/n gets drunk and embarrases herself in front of her crush. 

Request: yeah, by the amazing @calumizing

    “ could you write an imagine where y/n is drunk and she sees her crush, calum?? I think that could be quite hilarious”

Pairing: Y/n x Calum Hood

Warnings: None,I think


 Getting dragged to a party on a Thursday night wasn’t something that I necessary wanted to happen. But here I am, sitting on one of the couches in the living room that have been pushed to the wall to make a dance floor, looking around.

 It was a typical high school party, with loud music, grinding and people making out in random places all over the house and some probably even having sex in a random room.

 I’ve never been a big fan of parties only because I tend to get drunk and embarrass myself beyond belief.

 The friend that dragged me here was nowhere to be found, like always when she decided to make me go to these things but I was used to it. At least one of us was having fun. 

 Deciding that there was no use in sitting here and doing nothing for the whole party I went to the kitchen to get myself something to drink hoping I won’t do something stupid this time. Before I could do that, a red solo cup was pushed in my hand and when I looked at the person who gave it to me I saw no one other than one of my friends, Luke.

 “Looked like you needed it” he shouts over the loud music. I smile a bit and nod as if to say thank you. 

 Taking a sip of what turns out to be vodka from the cup I look up only to notice that Luke is now gone, probably went to find his friends and play a drinking game like they usually do at this time in the party. 

 After a few more drinks I’m a giggling mess dancing with random people, not that drunk to not understand what I’m doing or what’s happening around me but not that sober either.

 Swaying my body in the beat of the music I forget about everything around me and just focus on my moments, swaying my hips around and closing my eyes trying to forget about the mass of drunk teenagers around me.

 Suddenly, I feel lazy hands being placed over my hips and someone’s hard chest presses against my back.

 “you look good tonight” says a soft yet rough voice in my ear. The voice sounds so familiar yet I can’t put a particular face behind it in my sort of drunken state.

 “well thank you” I say and start dancing, the guys arms still around my waist holding me against him.

 He rests his head on my shoulder and I sigh. “what’s wrong?” he asks. “ I just wish you were someone else, someone I’ve imagined being this close to for a long time” I say still moving to the beat the music.

 “And who might that lucky bastard be?” he asks. “I don’t know if I can tell you that, I don’t even know who you are ” I say thinking if I should say anything. “It doesn’t matter who I am, I swear I won’t tell a living soul” 

 I sigh again “do you swear you won’t tell anyone? Swear to never tell this to anyone or you’re gonna know how it is when your infertile. I went to karate lessons when I was six so you better watch out mister” 

 I feel his body shake a bit and hear his breathy laughter in my ears “ouch, okay I swear I won’t tell anyone just don’t use your oh so amazing karate moves on me”

 I laugh too “ so there’s this guy, Calum Hood. God he’s amazing, he’s on the soccer team and let me tell you, he’s real eye candy. He’s toned and sporty and to top the fact that he’s so smoking hot, he’s smart too, and nice. But I always tend to embarrass myself beyond belief when he’s in 30 feet radius of me. I probably shouldn’t be telling this to a stranger but I’m kind of drunk and frankly I don’t give a shit at this given moment, although I might regret this soon.” I ramble on not even sure if the dude can even hear me over the music. 

 “Oh, and I’ve even dreamed of going out on a date with him….several times haha” I laugh “ that’s not even the craziest part, in summer I worked in a coffee shop and I was the only one left to clean up the place after it closed and I was dancing with a broom imagining it was Calum I even kinda kissed it, but I shouldn’t have told you that” 

 “Y/n…..” he whisperes.

 “oh, you know my name, by any chance, could I know who you are?” I slur, the alcohol fully taken over my mind.

 “you can turn around and find out”

 Eager to find out the guys identity, to who I just spilled all of my secrets, I turn around In one swift movement, the guys arms still around me and when I finally see the mystery guys face, my my face turns red. In front of me, holding me against his chest is Calum Hood.

 My crush.

 Oh dear cheezballs, what do I do now? Is it getting super hot in here or is it just Calum? Oh my god I just confessed to my crush while saying I was dancing with a freaking broom imagining it was him.

 “Holy shit, did I just-you-y-you’re omg can someone please dig me a grave so I don’t have to suffer” I mumble. 

 I move my hands to cover my red face, I can’t deal with this, how could I be so damn stupid, it just had to be Calum, of all the guys in this party, it had to be him.

 “Can we go somewhere more quiet?” I hear him yell. Unwillingly I nod my head and he leads me up the stairs and into a what appears to be a guest bedroom that surprisingly isn’t occupied by a drunken couple.

Calum leads me to the balcony and sits in one of the two chairs there. Hesitantly, I sit down on the other one and take a deep breath to try and calm down. 

 I get ready to hear him say about how he thinks I’m weird and that he wants me to stay away from him but all I hear is a deep laugh coming from him, probably laughing at me.

 “You know, I’ve never had someone confess to me like that haha, you’re pretty brave after a few drinks” he says smiling.

“I think you meant that I’m pretty dumb after a few drinks, god I’m so embarrassed right now” I say back.

 He laughs again. “what would you say, if I told you that I find you incredibly cute and beautiful and that I’ve been crushing on you too?” he asks unsure while scratching the back of his neck, his face turning in a light shade of pink.

 “since I’m kind of drunk I would tell you to kiss me bu-” I’m interrupted by feeling Calums lips against mine. 

 Wow. 

 After my mind registers what’s happening I move one of my hands to cup his face and the other against his chest, feeling his unsteady heartbeat against the palm of my hand.

 His lips are warm and soft, but slightly chapped, they’re moving against my lips in the perfect rhythm and I move closer to him. His one hand is around my waist and the other against my cheek. I can feel him smile against my lips and I smile as well, this doesn’t feel real.

 The moment is over soon, because like all humans we need to breath. We stay close tho, our foreheads touching, breathing hard. 

 “Am I better than that broom? He asks with a sly smirk on his face. 

 I grin “I’m not sure, you’re both pretty close”

 “oh really?” he chuckles.

 I nod, smirking. “ looks like I just need a bit more convincing” 

 He smiles and pulls my face closer to kiss him again.

The Date

5:50

I let out a long sigh after checking my phone for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past five minutes. It wasn’t anything fancy really. Just a beat up flip phone that had been in my family for what I assumed was generations. Playing with it did help with my nervous energy but now I was exhausted. Was he really not going to show up? I checked through my texts again, hoping to see one from him, but alas, there was nothing.

The restaurant that we had chosen was nice enough, not too overdone. It had a modernish rustic kind of feel to it. But most importantly it didn’t require me to wear a dress and that’s really what counted. I’d dressed up in a white crop top with black and white striped flowing pants paired with my favourite choker and sunglasses. The outfit was perfect for a hot summer day, but now as evening quickly approached, a chill began to set in the air.

Fiddling with the neatly folded napkins was a nice way to ignore the pitying glances of those around me. I flipped my phone open again. 6:01. I gritted my teeth. As much as I tried to fight it, I was getting annoyed. Like spit at your feet and flip you off kind of annoyed. Out of the corner of my eye I can see the same kindly waitress who has asked my order twice in the past hour already. This time I was debating on just getting a takeout and taking a cab home.

“Would you like to order now, miss?” A knowing glint was in her eyes. I smiled thinly at her, hands in a death grip around the water glass as I brought it to my lips. “You know what, thank you for asking Theresa, but I think I’ll just leave.” That’s right. I’d been here so long I even knew her name without needing to glance at the silver tag clipped at her chest. “Why don’t you get something to take home first, dear?” she suggested. “It’s on the house.”

This time my smile was genuine. “Thank you,” I said. I knew what I wanted without even looking at the menu. I’d spent my first hour waiting here memorizing it. If they needed a new waitress I was sure I would get the job without even blinking. “I’ll have the chicken fettuccine alfredo, please.” Theresa scribbled it on her notepad then looks up to smile at me. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, you just wait right here.”

“It’s not like I have anything better to do,” I mutter as she walks away. I sighed again, this time at the irony of that statement. Thankfully the wait for my food wasn’t long. Theresa handed me the bag. I thanked her again and rose from my seat hoping to scurry out the door without anyone staring at the miserable girl who’s date didn’t come. It wasn’t working. I could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes on me. My cheeks heated in anger and embarrassment. Perhaps I would use my time while eating to plot how I would make him pay for this. Ignore his texts all week maybe. Or I could post an embarrassing photo of him and tag all our friends. Hmm, so many options.

I was so caught up in my revenge plot that I didn’t even notice the boy who has sunk into the set across from me in the booth giving me an apologetic smile. He shook out his leather jacket and placed it beside him. “Sorry I’m so late, babe, traffic is crazy right now,” he says loudly enough for the whole room to hear. My eyes must be as wide as saucers as I gape at him. “I’m Cal, by the way. Just go with it, yeah? Whoever didn’t bother to show up is a complete dick,” he quietly adds. I force myself to relax for the eyes still watching us. I guess I had to go along with whatever the hell this was. My hand tightened on my bags, prepared to bolt if this stranger was really just a jerk who thought picking on me would be funny. Relax, breathe. “Of course, I understand. But you’re here now and that’s all that counts,” I say smoothly, fighting to keep my voice from shaking. What the hell kind of situation was this? I cursed in my head. Trouble seemed to trail me wherever I went. My response silences the whispers and giggles. The words sounded warm and charming though I felt anything but.

Say something else Mare, the poor fool is just sitting there looking at you. Oh right. “I’m Mare. Mare Barrow,” I introduce myself to this odd stranger. Well odd was one word for him. Another was jaw-dropping. Stunning. Hot. It was unfair how attractive he was with that glossy black hair in a messy bed head kind of style that suited him paired with warm amber eyes that looked like flickering flames when they hit a certain light. He had a nice stubble along his cheeks and chin and was dressed in a casual green sweater and blue jeans with his brown leather jacket. His lips curled into an amused smile when he noticed me checking him out and I blushed furiously. Something about him was oddly familiar and I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Don’t be embarrassed about it. If we’re being honest, I was checking you out too,” he says nonchalantly. Under the table I pinched myself just to make sure that I was awake and that this wasn’t some crazy dream. But it wasn’t. This was a crazy reality which was even worse. What’s so bad about being on an unplanned date with a hot guy? a traitorous voice inside my head whispered. Well, I couldn’t argue with that logic. Cal settles into his seat looking strangely relaxed. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he put his feet up on the table. He casually sips on some water while I gawk at him. “Well,” he sighs, “I suppose you have some questions.” “Umm, yeah?” I say in an its so obvious tone.

“What’s your full name?” He purses his lips at that one. I can’t hep but feel slightly suspicious at his reaction. “Okay, you caught me. My real name isn’t Cal, it’s–” he hesitates, silent laughter dancing in eyes. “It’s technically Tiberias Calore the Seventh, but that’s kinda long so people just call me Cal.” He seems nervous while speaking and it take everything I have to not burst out laughing. I didn’t know why his nervousness was so endearing to me. “What about you Miss Barrow? Is that your real full name?” he asks me. Cal rests his chin on his hand while observing me.

“It’s Mare Molly Barrow, but I mostly ignore the middle part,” I confess, shrugging.  "Second question, what are you doing here and why are you helping me?“ He grins at me, waggling a finger. "Nuh uh, that’s two questions.” I roll my eyes. “Well I as going to ask you sooner or later, and may I remind you that you’re the one who jumped in on my non-existent date, so I get to ask the questions here how I like.” Cal doesn’t seem fazed by my response at all, in fact, based on his expression that he approved it. Like he was expecting me to bite back.

“I expect no less from you,” he says, that same infuriating yet adorable mischievous smile plastered on his lips. Goddammit Mare, stop staring at his lips. Once I register his words I feel my face scrunch up in confusion. “Expect?” I repeat, dumbfounded. “Do I know you?” He chuckles at my confused expression. I narrow my eyes at him, hoping to place his face. I knew I recognized him, but from where? He lets me puzzle it out, watching and sipping on his water all the while. A one-night stand perhaps? Nope, I didn’t do those. A friend of a friend maybe who I didn’t remember? “I’ve got nothing,” I finally sigh. 

“We used to go to the same high school,” he shakes his head in mock hurt. “I can’t believe this. You don’t remember me.” He has to be lying. There was no way that I could forget someone that attractive. “When did you graduate?” I ask him, watching carefully for any sign of a lie. “Last year. I was captain of the senior football team,” Cal says, this faraway look in his eyes, like he was reliving it in his mind’s eye. Perhaps he was. A faint flash of a memory flitted across my mind. I was up in the bleachers with Kilorn watching as a game took place below. It was my first time going to such an event, and all I remember was wanting to go home. I didn’t even notice when the captain scored thee winning goal, but I pretended to cheer along with everyone else. I was sophomore when he graduated which is likely the reason I didn’t remember him much, other than that. "How did you recognize me?“ I ask him, suddenly aware of the thought. Was he a stalker or something? Or just really good at remembering people?

He notes my tense posture and his face softens. "You don’t need to be afraid of me, I’m not going to hurt you.” I don’t relax. His jaw clenches and he gives me a strained smile. “How could I forget the girl who spray painted the principals car?”

 My shoulder stiffen in surprise at his words. Ever so slowly my lips part into a smile and I laugh. Cal watches me, smiling as well. It was genuine, soft crooked smile that tugged at my heart. “Oh my god I can’t believe you remember that,” I groan, hiding my face between my hands to conceal the red blush flaring on my cheeks. Slowly, softly, he takes my hands in his and I stare at him. He blushes as well at my struck expression. “Sorry, I just…I think your blush is…” He fumbles with the words, tripping over them. “You look really beautiful and I–” He stops when he sees my wide eyes. “Ugh that came out wrong, sorry–” he says, looking very much like he would love nothing more than to crawl into a hole and stay there. “You don’t need to apologize,” I tell him softly. He smiles hesitantly. “And thank you.”

“I’d always wondered why you did it,” he muses. “That’s what puzzled me about you.” I stare at him in wonder. I had no idea that he’d even knew my name, much less thought about me often. “I’ll tell you if you answer my questions and stop avoiding them,” I say. “Alright,” he agrees. “I came to visit my friend on his first day of work here. I hoped to see him, but I haven’t, which probably means that he’s doing a terrible job at this and I need to yell at him.” “But,” he adds, “I’m sure his boss has that covered.”

“Secondly, I came over here because you looked sad and slightly pissed. Well actually, more pissed than upset,” he laughs. That fades as he turns serious. “But I heard people whispering and…” He looks down, fiddling with something. I had a feeling he was trying to avoid my gaze. “The things they were saying were terrible, so I thought maybe I could help out this girl that they were talking about.” I wasn’t sure I was breathing normally anymore. It caught in my chest and squeezed painfully. I knew people’s opinion shouldn’t matter to me, and it didn’t, but I couldn’t stand the whispers. It reminded me too much of sophomore year when hushed words would follow me wherever I turned. They thought I couldn’t hear them, but they were wrong. Look, it’s the troubled girl who spray painted the principals car, one person would whisper, and another would accompany it. I heard she did it on purpose. Why would someone do that on purpose? Someone would snort. Because they’re stupid and lack a brain, another responded.

“Then I saw you, and I recognized you. You were sitting there and I thought that whoever didn’t show up was a total ass,” he scoffs. “That ass is my ex, by the way,” I say, tilting my head at him. He flushes. “Sorry for the language.” His brow furrows slightly. “You were meeting your ex?” he asks, confused as to why someone would even do such a thing. “No, but he is now,” I clarify, shrugging. He laughs and that same heart-wrenching grin returned.

“So, I’ve answered your questions. Now it’s your turn to answer mine.”

I nod. Fair enough.

“I did it because for some idiotic reason I wanted to get suspended. Teenage rebellion, I guess,” I joke halfheartedly. The truth was I did know why I did it. That was around the time Tramy had been leaving to follow in Bree’s footsteps and join the military. I had been so angry at everything and everyone. My parents tried to console me at first, but then they would get exasperated, my mother most of all. And that hurt. Everything had come crashing back, my bitterness of being the shadow to my sister, the pretty, sweet talented sister that I could never live up to, the anger of never being seen by my parents as nothing more than nuisance though I knew deep down that it wasn’t true. They loved me in their own way. Only Shade could put up with me, and he was my first friend as well as my older brother.

I’d poured all of that emotion into that stupid action, hoping to get back at my parents somehow, show them that they were right. I was the only the bitter shadow they thought me to be. I struggle to keep the tears in as I explain this all to Cal who patiently listens to me without interrupting. When I finish, he stands up and my heart sinks. He was going to leave, my story had scared him off.

Instead of running off as I expect him to, Cal slowly reaches out to touch my shoulder, his eyes holding a silent question. I nod once and he comes to sit beside me. Cal wraps his arms around me, and I lean on his shoulder, pressing my face into his broad arm. He brushes my hair back from my face and I bite my lip. We stay like that for a while in comfortable silence. I even spot Theresa giving me a wink from across the room, and I try to stifle my laugh.

“I should go now,” I say quietly at last, shattering the silence that had wrapped us both. “What time is it?” He takes out his phone from his pocket and I note that it’s the newest model. Thank goodness I’d asked him first so he wouldn’t see my flip phone that dated back to prehistoric times. “It’s 8:51, he informs me.” I jolt and jump of my seat. Cal’s face contorts in worry. “What is it?” “I was supposed to be home by seven, or at least call my parents,” I explain breathlessly, quickly gathering my things. Don’t panic, don’t panic, I chide myself. I scrambled through my purse for my bus pass, letting out a cry of frustration when I come up empty handed.

“Hey, calm down,” Cal urged. “I’ll give you a ride back, no big deal.” That stills me. “You…you’d drive me home?” He smiles softly. “Of course.” The words sooth me, but only slightly. I didn’t want him to see where I lived. Our sorry excuse of an apartment flashed through my mind. I would have to get him to drop me a couple of blocks ahead then walk the rest of the way. “Thanks, again.” He shrugs. “No problem.”

We head out together. I shiver when a cold gust of wind sweeps across me, and I wrap my arms around myself in an attempt to keep my teeth from chattering. Cal shrugs of his jacket and hands it to me. I stare at it then him. “Aren’t you cold?” I inquire. He shakes his head. “I don’t get cold often strangely enough.” I accept the jacket and put it on.Thankfully it was lined to keep out the cold but thee fit was much too big. I looked like child playing dress up. Cal’s eyes widen when he looks down at me and I suddenly feel self-conscious. “What, what is it?”

He looked slightly dazed. “Nothing’s wrong.” I struggle to cross my arms due to the bulky jacket. “Tell me the truth.” Cal sighs. “You don’t let anything go, do you?” “Nope,” I said, popping the p. "Alright, I was thinking that the jacket looks better on you than it does on me,“ he confesses. Stunned, I don’t say a word. I can only follow him to his car hoping that the darkness would conceal my blush. It was unfair really how flustered he often made me.

My jaw almost drops at the sight of his car. It was gorgeous. Like I’d date it kind of gorgeous. It was a shiny red Volvo trimmed and plated with chrome, shined to perfection. I would bet that it looked even better in daylight. Cal glances at me, enjoying my look of awe. "What are you thinking right now?” he asks. Fine. It was a fair question after all. “I’m thinking that like to date your car,” I tell him. He huffs, amused. “Sorry, but she’s mine.”

 "Who said it was a she?“ I counter playfully. "I fixed her myself. I think I would know,” he responds with a wide smile. “Ugh, gross!” I exclaim, smacking him in the chest. I can feel his laugh reverberate in his chest, and I pull my hand away after I realize that it’s been there too long. He catches it deftly and links his fingers with mine. I inhale sharply. He doesn’t pull away once we settle into our seats and neither do I. He asks for my address and I instruct him where to go seeing as he wasn’t familiar with the area. We pass through the tall buildings which slowly level out to townhouses. I knew that they formed the border that separated my side of town from the nice part of the city

“Turn here,” I point. He obliges and we pass through the neat row of houses. 227, one of them reads. “This is it,” I say, hoping he won’t notice the lie. The house was close enough to the edge that it wouldn’t be a long walk on this chilly night. I begin to shrug off the jacket when Cal stops me. “Keep it. As I said, it looks much better on you anyway.” I stare at him in disbelief, the jacket still hanging loosely around my elbows. He fixes it so that it rests on my shoulders and fastens a few of the buttons. I sit there and study him as he works.

“It was nice talking with you,” I say, slightly breathless at his proximity. He looks up and stills as well, suddenly realizing the same thing. The moment felt suspended as if hanging by thread that could fray and snap at any time. I couldn’t think of anything except how beautiful his eyes were. They reminded me of warmth, of autumn. I wasn’t entirely sure he was breathing anymore as he touched my cheek lightly. With his other hand, he raises my own to his lips and presses a kiss to the back. “It was nice talking to you too,” he whispers.

As I start to pull away, he keeps a gentle grip on my hand and I turn back around. “Yes?” I ask him, just as unwilling to let go. “I–” he stutters. “I have one more question for you that I forgot to ask earlier.”

“What is it?”

“I was wondering,” he says softly,  "if you would like to go on a real, actually planned date with me.“

I knew I didn’t even need to think about it. I was sure of my answer.

I smile at him, broad and without restraint. "Yes, I would love to go on a planned date with you.”

He lets out a relieved laugh. “Good.” Cal looks at me almost shyly. “I’ve never been on an actual date.” I pat his hand reassuringly. “You’ll do great, I’m sure of it.” “I hope so,” he replies.

“Just show up in that car and you’re set.”

He laughs again. “Noted.”

We exchange our numbers and I’m careful to keep my phone hidden but he spots it anyway. "Don’t be embarrassed. If it’s any consolation, I think it’s pretty cool. They don’t even make them like that anymore.” I roll my eyes fondly. “Of course. Only a dork like you would notice that.”

“I confess, I am a bit of a nerd,” he smiles teasingly and my heart flutters.

“Goodbye, Mare.“

"Goodbye, Cal.”

As I walk the rest of the way home I can’t stop the infectious grin that worms its way onto my face. My heart felt light like I would float away at any moment. Is this what you were supposed to feel like after a date? I’d never felt that way with my ex. Internally I sigh at the thought of having to break up with him. I’d do it in person. I could do that much.

 When I finally get home, mom and dad sigh in relief when I find them at the kitchen table with Gisa. “Where have you been?” She demands. Sometimes I felt like she was more like a mother than my actual mom was. “Calm down. My date wasn’t showing up and I bumped into an old friend from high school and we lost track of time–”

“What do you mean lost track of time,” my dad growls. I sigh heavily. “Calm down dad it wasn’t like that. We just talked.” “That’s what they all say,” he mutters under his breath

.“We’re glad you’re home, darling. Next time, please give us a warning,” mom says tiredly.“I know, I know. Sorry mom,” I sigh again.“Next time?” Gisa huffs. “There will be no next time young lady. Now go to your room.” I crack a small smile at her adult behavior. “Alright, fine,” I concede. 

“Wait, where’s Shade?” I ask them. Mom and dad glance at each other while Gisa plays with her hair. “He went out to look for you,” she explains. “We– we thought that something had happened and–” I hold up a hand and she stops speaking. “I got it. Seeing as I’m not dead, you should probably call him and tell him that I’m home.”

Mom jumps to her feet. “Of course, how could I forget.” She practically trips over himself to get to our old home phone. I leave them to it and go to my room. Once I shut the door, I climb into my bed, inhaling the smoky scent of the jacket. It smelled just like him, and I lie there with a stupid grin at the thought of seeing him again.

It was only a matter of time.

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Here you go guys, hope it was up to par! See if you can spot the small Hamilton reference ;)

Based on this prompt

The Mixed Tape

A Polyfarms Soulmate AU where songs sung by your soulmate get stuck in your head. 

Kinda for @charmerweek but also an 11k monstrosity so take of it what you will. 

Also on AO3 


November 2013

*beep beep beep*

A hand slams down on the analogue alarm clock next to the full-sized bed. The hand retreats underneath the Shark’s comforter. The afternoon air is still and quiet. Something shifts around the bed, A tuft of black hair peeks out as a loud groan is admitted from somewhere within its covers. The hand slips out again, reaching for the iPhone resting on the nightstand. A bleary-eyed teen pokes his head out to check the time on the screen.

4:35 pm the phones reads.

“Shit,” the boy curses.

He jumps out of bed. He scrambles to slip on his ratty, black converse. Hastily, he snatches his keys and slings his backpack over his right shoulder. He rushes down the steps, ignoring his sister’s protests to slow down.

“I’m running late,” he shouts over his shoulder. He runs through the garage, picking up his skateboard. He’ll hardly have time for his pregame playlist. He sighs, fishing his earbuds from his backpack, selecting the proper list on his phone before opening the garage door.

“Close behind me!” Chris hollers at his sister. He presses play, slipping his phone in his back jeans pocket. With a foot on the board, he peddles a few steps—allowing the steep hills of San Francisco to carry him all the way to hockey practice. Fortunately, today was only a scrimmage.

“I hope they’re not busy night now,” he mumbles. Thinking of his soulmate—out there somewhere—as he hums along, “the faster we’re falling, we’re stopping and stalling…We’re running in circles again.”  

Meanwhile, approximately three hundred miles south, a girls’ volleyball team is in the midst of a warm up for a regional qualifying game. A tall brunette is in the middle of passing drills with her partner when a familiar song floats into her head.

“Change,” she shouts at the team manager, a petite blond girl in a faded polo and spandex.

“To what?” the manager shouts back.

“In Too Deep,” the girl shouts back.

The manager gives a thumbs up, switching the song quickly. It was commonly accepted on their team that soulmates could be distracting and it was easier to join along with them than it was to counteract their songs with other music.

“Just as things we’re looking up,” she shouts. “You said it wasn’t good enough.”

“But still we’re trying one more time,” her team chimes in, causing Caitlin to laugh.

Somewhere in Massachusetts, a prep school hockey team is in the middle of the third period of a regular season game. One of the defensemen hears a song crescendo in his mind. He chuckles to himself.

“You always know how to make a game more interesting,” Derek chirps his soulmate.

He rushes a winger as he sings, “maybe we’re just trying too hard. When really it’s closer than it is too far.”

In a small town in Maine, a high school senior is amidst a typical party. He tries to ignore the music in his mind. Forcing himself to enjoy the tedious conversation he’s having with someone’s cousin who’s visiting from out of town. Unfortunately, the song has gotten so loud he can hardly concentrate.

“Will you excuse me?” He says, not bothering to hear the answer as he pushes away from the girl. He bolts out of the basement, finding a quiet corner near the backyard door.

“You really suck sometimes,” Will announces to whoever figured out how to make their music so blaringly loud. He doesn’t have much option other than to join in, “cause I’m in too deep, and I’m trying to keep. Up above in my head, instead of going under.”

The song ends almost as quickly as it starts. There’s a few punk songs that come up, and some Kesha that happens at one point. Will has learned not to think too deeply about his soulmate’s music taste. He’s realized that it’s too dynamic and varying to give a real sense of who they are. He feels like he knows them, though. He’d love to know how they get so incredibly fucking loud at the weirdest times, but there’s not much he can do about that…yet. Yet, he keeps reminding himself. Soulmates meet each other eventually, his mom reminds him constantly.

Considering he’s grown up around the same small group of people, Will’s relived it’s not one of them. It means that he won’t be stuck here his entire life. He’s going places. He’s going to fall in love…someday.

The music stops after twenty minutes. There’s a comfortable silence in which the music of the party he’s at is quiet in comparison. It gives him time to decompress. Later, he’s sure he’ll here some Queen or Pat Benatar. He’s pretty sure his soulmate is an athlete, but the jury’s still out on that. It’s something they’ll bond over. He can feel it.

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Best friend!Donghyuck

{requested!}

Originally posted by sichenges

  • introductions (first time meeting)
  • haechan is just as much best friend material as he is boyfriend material
  • so we’re gonna be focusing on best friend haechan right
  • so anyways
  • you were a new student at this school in a neighborhood you just moved to
  • and you didn’t know who to talk to :(
  • and you sat alone at lunch :(
  • until this one boy
  • with skin tanned to the godz and beautiful light brown hair
  • came up to you and was like
  • “hey, i saw you sitting alone, do you wanna come sit with us?”
  • and you were like hell yeah im not spending my first lunch period alone like a weirdo
  • so you did :)
  • “i’m haechan, by the way!” he smiles and sticks out his hand for you to shake
  • and he introduces you to six other friends
  • mark, renjun, jeno, jaemin, chenle and jisung
  • mark’s a senior and wow so cool
  • he can rap?? really good?? but he’s a soundcloud rapper so eh
  • but he’s still pretty damn good
  • renjun, jeno, jaemin, and haechan are all juniors
  • renjuns a pretty good artist n singer
  • but he has this weird obsession with this animal thing named moomin
  • jeno plays guitar and smiles nice
  • but everybody calls him no-jams so he’s probably quiet and everyone teases him for being boring
  • but he’s not boring :(
  • and jaemin dances pretty well
  • he also has this habit to do aegyo to get what he wants
  • he can’t do girl dance covers to save his life
  • you’re like 99.999999% sure the three of them have something going on
  • chenle’s a sophomore and
  • WOW he’s loud
  • you’re not exactly sure of how fluent he is in english but he shouts english phrases every ten seconds and it gets hard to focus
  • he sounds like a dolphin
  • jisung’s a freshman
  • and he does dance tutorials on youtube?
  • he’s really good
  • has a weird obsession with popping and locking
  • and haechan is a beautiful boy
  • and he showed you some song covers he’d done, his voice is
  • a m a z i n g l i k e h o l y s h i t
  • he really likes michael jackson!
  • knows 3000 dance covers
  • is mark’s best friend and has been for 10000000 years
  • and he seems really excited to get to know you
  • so you guys spent the whole day talking to each other
  • friendship in general
  • meme legends
  • literally
  • the both of you quote vines 25/8
  • you’d start it like “road work ahead?”
  • and then he pops out from his room and just shouts “uH yeAh I sUre HoPe iT dOEs”
  • and he’s a part of this kind of dance club/varsity team i guess
  • and he lives with them in like a dormitory?
  • it confused you at first but then it was actually pretty cool
  • you hang out there most of the time and your parents are chill with it because they know taeyong and taeyong’s the most protective mother out there
  • sometimes you help him out with science cuz he hates that class
  • but other times you guys just spend time on the couch watching vines and looking at memes on pinterest
  • sometimes you’d be laying on his lap and he’d just go
  • “huerhuerhuerhuer” kinda laugh
  • and show you this meme
  • “donghyuck thats fucking stupid”
  • also your contact name for him is “*goofy laugh* dongHYUCK”
  • his for you is “best hoe”
  • because why not
  • if you sleep over he will 900% refuse to let you sleep
  • will come up with the most ridiculous things to keep you awake
  • or he’d just say the weirdest shit
  • “y/n are caterpillars disabled butterflies or what”
  • “do you think that boots from dora was a real monkey or was he just a figment of dora’s imagination”
  • or he’d spout random vine references everywhere just all the time
  • “wHy dOn’T i hAve a PEnIS”
  • “HYUCK I SWEAR FOR THE LAST TIME IF YOU REFERENCE ANY OTHER VINES I WILL—“
  • “i’m gonna munch—i’m gonna crunch—“ thud “wHY dId you tHRoW yOUr piLLow aT mE”
  • oh he’d definitely climb up a tree next to your house and be like “yo can i stay over the hyungs are being loud”
  • “you’re talking about lucas-hyung aren’t you”
  • lots of homework help
  • but also you can answer any question about him and it’ll be right
  • and vice versa
  • and every year for your birthday he gets you a cupcake and every year its a different color and he tries to go by the rainbow
  • so the first birthday of yours that he celebrated with you he got you a red one
  • right now you’re at green
  • and he promises that once it gets to purple he’ll get you something big
  • BUT YOU DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS
  • lots of napping
  • you stay at his dorms and he gets back from hours of dance practice and y’all just nap
  • its so hard to keep this platonic oh my god so im just gonna end this here i hope you like it

anonymous asked:

PLEASE please please do a part 2 for that jealous peter fic!!

i have SO many headcanon requests to get through, fam, looool. but y’all were really about this jealous!Peter Parker headcanon (like you all attacked my inbox) so here it is. don’t worry if you sent me a headcanon, i will get to it…scout’s honor. [part 1]

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anonymous asked:

what are some good movies to watch? some with m/m pairing would be nice. it seems like u watch a lot of good movies so I thought I'd just ask u! ^^

I can’t tell if you’re wanting movies that just include m/m pairings or if you specifically want gay themed movies with m/m pairings but I’m going to just list the first one so if some of these aren’t “gay enough” for you, sorry. I’m not putting them in any sort of order:

1) Shelter (one dude think he straight one dude know he not… fall in love……….)

2) I Killed My Mother (angsty teen hates his mama… Also happens to like boys…….)

3) The Way He Looks (from a short film they turned into a movie cuz everyone loved it. Blind boy falls in love with another boy. Does other boy fall in love too?? Who knows… Watch the film)

4) Lilting (not sure if this is a spoiler but maybe don’t read this in case if it is: boy dies, boy leaves behind his boyfriend, boyfriend visits his dead boyfriends mom and forms a bond with her)

5) Boys (two dudes on a track team together… Have the hots for each other… One is !! NOT GAY !!…. Yes he is.)

6) Velvet Goldmine (weird ass film… It’s lowkey about David Bowie and Iggy Pop… Ewan McGregor is in it and he’s the love of my life so… Yeah)

7) London Spy (it’s a show but watch it… You’ll fuckin hate me afterwards but trust me it’s amazing) 

8) Queer As Folk (U.S.) (also a show but can’t get any more m/m pairings than that) 

9) Beginners (stars Ewan McGregor… Guys father comes out as he is dying… Lots of flashbacks in this film.. Amazing movie. Ewan trying to do an American accent.)

10) Any Day Now (two men fall in love… trying to raise a child together while the mother is in jail. they wanna adopt the kid. Sad film don’t watch it if you’re looking for a pick-me-up)

11) Philadelphia (tom hanks is playing a man dying of AIDs. He tries to sue his former employees for wrongful termination for firing him because he had HIV… Two gay men in love with absolutely no physical affection besides a slow dance…. Thanks Hollywood)

12) I Love You, Phillip Morris (starring Jim Carrey and Ewan McGregor. Two guys fall in love in jail. Based on a true story. Very wild ride lmfao..)

13) Prayers For Bobby (based on a true story. Teen is raised in a strictly religious family. Realizes he’s gay… Slowly accepts it while he’s supposed to be “getting better” with prayer and such. I don’t wanna spoil the film but there is something potentially triggering in here involving suicide… Just a heads up)

14) Brokeback Mountain (starring Jake gyllenhaal and Heath ledger. Two southern boys fall in love in the 60s. Both get married and start families with women but keep coming back to each other on secret trips)

15) Weekend (boy meets boy for what is supposed to be a one night stand buuuuuuuuuuuuuuut it wasn’t)

16) Ludwig II (starring Sabin Tambrea. Based on the life of King Ludwig II of Bavaria.)

17) Shameless (U.S.) (a tv show… Used to be good… Went to shit and I won’t watch it anymore but yeah)

18) Seashore (two dudes go to this beach house because they’re on some sort of mission that never gets fully explained???)

19) Sense8 (tv show again. really good and there’s more lgtbq representation than just the m/m couple Hernando and Lito)

19) North Sea Texas (personally I hated this film but maybe you’ll like it idk)

20) Latter Days (Mormon guy struggles with his sexuality)

21) Edge Of Seventeen (teenager growing and accepting himself)

22) Free Fall (two cops like each other. one of them is kind of in denial and has a gf and a baby. And yes one of the guys in here is Wolfgang in sense8.) 

23) Geography Club (secret club for lgbtq youth at school they named it geography club so no one would wanna join. main character is a gay boy who accepts he’s gay pretty early in the film but doesn’t want everyone to know… he falls in love with a football player)

24) Pride (idrk how to describe this movie? but Andrew Scott from Sherlock is in here) 

25) Kill Your Darlings (based on a true story? Or like based on actual events? anyway Daniel Radcliffe’s character kinda falls for Dane Dehaan’s character… Yeah I don’t really know what to say about this film without spoilers so..)

26) Looking (tv show. gay friends all struggling with stuff involving gay male relationships and other parts of life)

27) A Single Man (college professor isn’t handling the death of his partner well and wants to take his life. ppl who love him try to help him)

28) Hit The Floor (tv show. Honestly have no idea what the show is actually about I don’t even think it’s that good tbh buuuut of course I watched for the m/m pairing because im always thirsty for lgtbq+ rep)

29) Shadowhunters (tv show… Acting isn’t very good but you know *shrug emoji*)

30) How To Get Away With Murder (again, a tv show… Sorry)

31) Suicide Room (you thought I was gonna write a list and leave out this poor representation that everyone was obsessed with in like 2011? Wrong!)

32) Were The World Mine (don’t know wtf this was… Wouldn’t ever watch it again… But I’m tryin to give u what u want here man)

33) Another Gay Movie (gotta love when there’s a movie super obnoxious and showing off every single gay man stereotype… or hate? can never tell…)

34) Kiss Me Softly (short film because why the hell not… Clinging to whatever sort of representation we can possibly find rn)

35) Dare (ANOTHER short film because whyyyyy theeee fuuuuck nooooot)

36) In The Flesh (even if you don’t watch anything on this list, watch this fucking show. Main character is a zombie he’s also gay but the show doesn’t revolve around him being gay BUT they don’t drown out his sexuality either. Very VERY good show. It got canceled so there’s no real ending to the story which is INFURIATING.)

37) Holding The Man (based on the memoir of Timothy Conigrave. tells the story of tim and his husband and their relationship of 15 years and their life living with hiv. very sad movie, just a warning) 

38) 4th Man Out (this is a comedy about a dude who comes out to his very straight group of bro-dude best friends lmfao. they try to help him find a bf)

39) Fair Haven (guy comes back from a gay conversion camp and ! surprise ! it didn’t work.. he’s still gay.. still likes his ex bf)

40) Bridegroom (documentary about a guy who struggled with no legal rights when his partner died because they couldn’t marry.)

41) The Falls (two mormon guys were assigned on a mission together… yeah)

hope this helps!

Baron Skeleton

I’ve had this idea gestating in my mind for a few years now but I’ve never been able to solidify it beyond a few character ideas, so I’m just going to make a post about it now and see if that helps it coalesce into something more solid.

I really love 80′s cartoon villains - Megatron, Cobra Commander, Skeletor, Mumm-Ra, and all their henchmen.  There’s something so delightful about how they were designed to be menacing and theatrical and yet restrained by the standards of the time from ever being a real threat.  The idea of a skull faced wizard acting like a rebellious and rowdy eight year old is just inherently endearing.

They’ve kind of gone extinct though.  Villains in kids’ shows nowadays tend to be actual threats - even lovable goofs like Adventure Time’s Ice King have some disturbing sides to them.  But I pine for those completely toothless villains of yore, whose day ended a few years before I was born and who I knew from reruns and youtube poops.  Where have all the Skeletors gone?

So I’ve had this pitch in my head for a sort of throwback to those kinds of villains, and I call it Baron Skeleton after the lead bad guy.  Like He-Man and Thundercats, it would be a sort of sci-fi/fantasy mashup without a real identifiable theme, and ideally it would also be designed to be as toyetic as possible - I’d want characters to be intentionally designed to share different body molds ala He-Man figures and Transformers, so that way the theoretical toy company could get as much use out of their toy toolings as possible.  I’d also want to keep to story-telling standards of the time - a character whose toy just came out would have one episode where they’re introduced as SUPER important only to become just another character in the show a few episodes later, stuff like that.  Ideally the show would be just a little aware of this without being too meta.

The big “twist” of Baron Skeleton would be that we’re focusing on the bad guys rather than the heroes.  It’d play on my pet interpretation of 80′s cartoons: that the bad guys are basically theeatrical freaks and geeks, while the good guys are popular kids.  I mean, think about it - 80′s cartoons always stress following rules, obeying authority, being super healthy, and just generally conforming to societal expectations.  80′s heroes want you to fit in rather than stand out - and they’re always attractive, straight laced people.  80′s villains, on the other hand, are surly, pouty, antisocial weirdos who come in all sorts of different shapes.  They have weird obsessions and weirder fashion sense.  It’s basically Goths vs. Preps, and so that would be the overall conflict of Baron Skeleton - antisocial misfits vs. popular comformists.

Our protagonist would be the titular Baron Skeleton, who’s mainly a hybrid of Cobra Commander and Skeletor - i.e. a lanky skeleton man in a vaguely military-ish outfit.  Theatrical and prone to wild mood swings, Baron Skeleton leads the (currently unnamed) bad guy faction, although “leads” might be too strong a term.  He’s less an iron-fisted dictator and more of a short tempered Kermit the Frog, desperately trying to reign in his volatile henchmen while futilely trying to get his own schemes to work.  Like a good villain, he’s too clever by half - i.e. just smart enough to make a truly clever and complex plan, but not smart enough to keep it from falling apart.  He’s also somewhat aware of the flaws of his operation, but not enough to actually fix them.

His number 2 would be Snakeman, a large, muscular henchman with a big snake head on an even bigger, beefier humanoid body.  Snakeman isn’t particularly invested in the “bad guy” thing, and basically uses Baron Skeleton’s schemes as an excuse to stir shit up and have fun.  He often “forgets” (i.e. purposely didn’t listen to) his orders and just makes shit up as he goes along with the hopes of causing as much mischief as possible.  Despite his lax attitude, he deeply cares about Baron Skeleton, and genuinely wants his boss to be happy.  Though Snakeman is one of the reasons the group’s schemes fail more often than not, he’s also often the person who keeps Baron Skeleton and the others from facing serious consequences, and Baron Skeleton considers him his closest friend.

The rest of the cast is still nebulous in my mind.  I’d want there to be one new bad guy (as of the first episode at least) who wants to be an actual villain – i.e. genuinely evil and threatening. This character – let’s call them “Newbie” for now – would be used for exposition in the first season, being the fish out of water who has to be taught how things are run.  Baron Skeleton and Snakeman would always shoot down his suggestions of legitimately evil actions, telling him early on that real villains get killed: “You don’t want things to escalate.  Once you get serious, the Good Guys get serious too, and that’s when the bodies start piling up.  Gotta keep the stakes low if you want to stay in the game long term.”  In the first season finale, Newbie would betray Baron Skeleton by finally pulling off a truly evil scheme and framing Baron Skeleton’s group for it, forcing the Bad Guys to prove they’re actually not that bad.

There would have to be a host of other wacky henchmen too.  I’d want one Starscream-style perpetual traitor who’s always trying to steal Baron Skeleton’s position only to be forgiven and welcomed back into the fold.  There would likewise have to be one slavish loyalist who praises Baron Skeleton’s every action, no matter how stupid or mundane it is. You’d need a mad scientist and/or sorcerer to help make plot devices for the schemes of the week, and maybe a spy-master who’s far too competent to be in Baron Skeleton’s employ but sticks around because they like the low-pressure environment.  It’d also be fun to play with Monsters of the Week and legions of faceless henchmen.

Finally, the show would need a hero team to oppose, which is an essential part of this pitch but one I can’t for the life of me figure out.  80’s heroes are nowhere near as interesting to me as 80’s villains, and while I could probably design a hundred different henchmen for Baron Skeleton’s faction, figuring out even a small core team of heroes is agony for me.  The closest I’ve come to thinking of a coherent theme for them would be a sports-themed team of heroes – it’s Goths vs. Preps after all.

I also think it might be funny to have the setting be vaguely high school themed, with episodes that take basic high school sitcom tropes – the big dance, career aptitude tests, that sort of shit – and blow them out of proportion so they’re completely fantastical in scale.I had some design sketches for a few of these guys ages ago, but god knows where they went.  Maybe I’ll make some more later on – but for now, this is Baron Skeleton.