awesome pulls!!

they outlawed this move just because she was the only woman who could do it. 

Surya Bonaly was infamous for (among other things) doing aone blade backflip in the 1998 Olympics, and is the ONLY figure skater who’s ever pulled that off. Not just the only woman, the only figure skater PERIOD. There’s like all ofthree Olympic-class male skaters who did backflips in their routines, and NONE of them could do it one blade.

But wait, there’s more.

Backflips were banned from the 1976 Olympics onward on the official justification that skating jumps are supposed to be landed on one blade, whereas backflips are landed on both blades. The unofficial justification was it was too dangerous, both to the athlete and to the rink — if you didn’t land it perfectly, you could not only break your ankle, but also punch THROUGH the ice surface.

Surya Bonaly was openly contemptuous of the figure skating judges, because they were a bunch of openly racist white men who always screwed her over by giving her lower scores than she deserved. That one-blade backflip was her ultimate FUCK YOU! to the Olympics judges, because she took an “illegal” backflip and made it legal by landing it on one blade. Pretty much DARING them to mark her down for being epic awesome and pulling a move that their precious coddled white girls didn’t have the guts to even think about.

They did, of course. White racism knows no bounds. But she utterly owned them with that move.

not only did she do a fucking backflip and land, she landed then went right into a triple loop. like holy fuck

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You simply need to drop out of hyperspace between blockade and Boz Pity.


Sure Obi-Wan, what it is for Anakin to just simply drop out of hyperspace between blockade and planet. Who cares the timing must be perfect or otherwise everyone is going to die either thanks to CIS ships or planet’s mass shadow? No pressure at all.

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Can you please do number 148? ☺️

THIS IS REALLY LONG BUT THIS PROMPT WAS REALLY GOOD! I HOPE YOU ENJOY! OMFG THIS ISN’T EVEN A DRABBLE IT’S A FULL FIC, IT’S OVER 1k, LUCKY YOU LOL! Here’s #148: “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”


The best thing about having a best friend is the fact you’re constantly with said best friend. That being said if Stiles could move in with Derek he totally would because their best friendom has reached epic proportions.

Sometimes Stiles will come over after school and Derek will be out of the room and Talia straight up asks him if he can help with the dishes. Derek leaves only to return with two plates for dinner with what Stiles likes to call the “optimum portion” on his plate. His father has inside jokes with Derek that Stiles will never understand. Hell, they’ve taken showers at each other’s houses and when they fail to have a certain clothing item they just take it from the other.

So yeah, be jealous, Derek is his best friend in the whole world.

Of course they stepped on each other’s toes, fought about the world’s most stupid shit, and occasionally were too sassy for the world to handle. Laura and Cora call them an old married couple much to their dismay. Except there really isn’t another way to describe them, it’s a pretty good comparison.

However they’re seventeen, Stiles is a man with needs.

…Derek needs.

The transition between sophomore and junior year did wonders for Derek. He hit the whole puberty thing like a pro. Skipped the acne train, managed to miss the squeaky voice memo, and ran straight into hot adult mode. He’s tall, dark, stubbly (or beardy depending on the day), and built like the hulk. So yeah…Derek got hot and Stiles was secretly all about that. Stiles was only human and his dick can’t control itself when it comes to his best friend.

Long story short, the whole sharing a bed thing had stopped too. Which sucked because Derek before and after puberty is actually a furnace and Stiles runs cold naturally. It worked really well Now? Now Stiles can’t deal with Derek’s soft sleeping puppy face combined with his shirtless chest in the mornings. At least not in the same bed.

While it pains him and Derek has questioned him on this, the solution was simple. Derek had a bed in his room, hence the name bedroom, but he also had this shitty futon for their late night gaming/movie extravaganzas. That was it, that was the solution, Stiles sleeps on the shitty futon that is too short for him now and his legs always fall off while Derek gets the bed.

Tonight they’re at Derek’s house, and it’s quiet with Cora at some weekend camp thing and Laura off in college. So it was just them and they’d been semi working on their separate econ papers and just hanging out while stuffing their faces with junk food. The last time Stiles checked the clock it was just after two in the morning, but that felt like forever ago and his eyes have been shut for a while as sleep welcomed him.

This…this is when weird shit happened and he thought it was a dream the first time it occurred.

It started with his legs, which were already half off the futon. Hands grasped his calves and put them straight. Then he was draped in the red fuzzy blanket the Hales kept around just for him even though it was threadbare and on its last leg. For the grand finale there was always this pause before he got a kiss on the forehead.

That’s right. A kiss on the forehead.

From Derek.

He was so done with it. Well…not like actually done done but he was tired of just getting them when Derek assumed he was already asleep. He wanted them to be real. He wanted them on other places than his forehead like his mouth, his chest, his—

Just lots of places, alright? Is that too much for him to ask?

So tonight, when his forehead was greeted with the soft brush of Derek’s lips he finally worked up the courage to crack his eyes open despite the lids feeling like a million pounds. Their eyes met and he watched as Derek’s face and ears were suddenly alive with red splotchy patches of embarrassment.

“Uhh–”

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” Stiles asked softly, rising so he was resting back on his elbows.

Derek stood there, and for a second the dorky shy kid he once knew was back, “I–um, do you want me to kiss you when you’re not sleeping?”

“Is that even a question? I mean I’ve kind of had a thing for you since freshman year big guy, but…if these were just best friend kisses then ignore me. That was a sleepy babble, don’t even acknowledge my words,” Stiles said.

There was this shift in shy dorky Derek, because suddenly that was replaced with this confident looking super hot version of Derek that Stiles had never seen but could totally get used to. For a beat they searched each other’s faces to see if there was any sign of hesitation or unsureness.

There was none.

Derek did this weird bending down thing and Stiles did this awkward scooting thing until they met in the middle. Hands cupped his face and his own ended up wound in Derek’s shirt, their heads tilted just so as their lips finally met. There wasn’t the fireworks like in movies but it felt damn good to kiss Derek. Of course Derek pulled him to his feet because the weird angle got to be too much.

Standing up only deepened the kiss and holy crap this could possibly top his love for curly fries. His love for kissing Derek. There needs to be a fanclub for this, obviously he’d be president and the only member, but still. The hint of facial hair Derek had tickled his mouth and chin, their tongues were suddenly involved and mingling, and it was just good.

So very awesomely good.

Eventually they pulled apart because oxygen, but they didn’t let go.

“Does this mean those weren’t best friend kisses or…?” Stiles asked, voice a little hoarse.

Derek smirked, “they were. You know it’s okay to be in love with your best friend right?”

“Well…in that case I love you and our best friend kisses.”


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Slut (Evan Hansen X Kleinman!Reader)

TW; Swearing, heavy bullying, a lot of crying, KIND OF FAT SHAMING I FEEL HORRIBLE, mentions suicide :<

AN; Slight Connor x Reader at end, dolls. This was really hard to write because it says some really mean things. I almost cried. aaaaand sorry this took so long, I’ve had a less than okay but not bad week. xoxo

WC; i dunno anymore lmao

You held Evan’s hand as you walked through the hallway, your small group of friends behind you guys. People didn’t dare mess with you when they were around. Everyone knew they would make a scene and probably start a fight. So people made fun of you when they weren’t around.

“Guys, do you have any plans this weekend?” Jared said, looking between you all.

“Not really,” Evan smiled, squeezing your hand.

“Nope.” Connor mumbled, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Well Zoe and I were going to have a sleepover and do our homework, but you guys can totally join if you’d like!” Alana cheered, Zoe nodding at her words.

“Sure, as long as it doesn’t turn into some weird orgy.” Connor added, pointing at you and Evan.

“Awe, c’mon Connor!” Jared yelled, “You’d tap this!” Jared hit his own ass and ran ahead a few steps. Connor shook his head with a chuckle.

“I-I’m up for it!” Evan added, smiling.

“Eww! Evan’s up for an orgy!” Zoe cried, laughing.

Everyone laughed except for Evan, who was embarrassed mess.

“We could have the sleepover at our house.” You said, glancing at Jared.

“Hell yeah!” Jared cried, already thinking of Just Dance and junk food.

“Hey pricks, this is where we all split up.” Connor added, waving goodbye.

“Love you, (Y/N).” Evan whispered when he kissed your cheek and turned into his classroom with Jared and Connor behind him.

“Bye tree lady!” Jared yelled with a laugh as he stepped into the class.

Alana and Zoe waved goodbye as they turned a corner, heading towards their class as well. Your attitude completely changed as soon as you were all alone. You wrung your hands and looked down, heading to your class on the other side of the building. People were whispering as you quietly shuffled down the hallway. You could tell they were talking about you because everyone craned their necks to watch you go by. Some people even pointed and laughed. Your chest felt heavy as you sped up and suddenly tripped in the middle of the hallway, landing in front of a group of bullies.

You stared at the ground with wide eyes, refusing to look up. You hair was shielding your face, but everyone could tell you were scared. You knew who was in front of you, and you didn’t want to deal with this on a Friday. This was the one girl who knew not only how to break you, but shatter you.

Your hair was pulled up aggressively, making you look up at the girl in front of you. Anxiety swelled in your chest, and it was hard to breathe suddenly.

“So, the little slut likes to sleep with my boyfriend?” The girl grinned like the Cheshire cat, leaning down slightly.

“N-No, I would never-” You stuttered, earning a tug on your hair. The girl pulled you by your hair, making you stand up to your feet slowly.

“Oh yeah? Then why does he know everything about your body and the way you moan?” The girl growled, getting really close to you. The girl let go of you, but the circle that had formed around you three blocked you from leaving. A boy stepped up next to her and took one menacing glance at you.

“This slut? Oh yeah!” The boy laughed, his eyes dark. “She had no dignity, and she practically rode me until I broke! She had stretch marks and fat rolls all over! She screamed for me, and she was so fucking loud!”

Tears had started to streamed down your face as you stared at this boy you had never even seen before. Why were people so cruel?

“That’s i-impossible, I was w-with my boyfriend l-last night.” You whispered, holding back a sob as people whispered, called you names, and even spat on you. You were with Evan last night, and all of your friends new that too.

“Boyfriend? We all know that your ‘boyfriend’ is only dating you because he would be forever alone otherwise. Don’t even get me started on your dumb fucking friends.” The girl spat, shoving you backwards. You landed at the feet of the girl’s best friend, and she dumped a huge bottle of red koolaid on your head. Your white shirt turned see through and stained. Your bra was visible, and people were screeching with laughter. A sob erupted through your mouth as you stood up and shoved past through the circle around you.

You sprinted through the hallways, dripping red koolaid and tears. You stumbled a few times, but kept going. You ran past a group of familiar people, and they all called your name as you ran by. You didn’t stop running until you reached your house, slamming the door open and wheezing for air.

You ran up the stairs to your room, slamming the door shut and locking it. You threw your backpack against the wall and flung yourself into your bed. You sobbed so hard that your whole body hurt. You felt horrible and embarrassed. Your phone buzzed and you looked up slightly, hoping it was Evan or Jared texting you.

No, someone had just tagged you in a video of the whole incident on Facebook. You let out a yell and threw the phone against the wall, pulling on your hair and letting your body shake with sobs. Your phone shattered as you heard a car screech into the driveway. You rocked yourself and shook for what seemed like forever. You hadn’t noticed your door handle jingling or the people calling your name.You didn’t even look up as Jared and Evan bursted into the room.

Your eyes were still squeezed shut when Evan held you in his arms, and Jared was trying to talk to you. You opened your eyes in time to see Connor dragging Jared out of the room, trying to show him the video.

Everyone was extremely worried, and they had every right to be. You had refused to tell anyone why you had tried to take your life only a year ago, before they all knew you. Jared was there, but you didn’t get along well that year, for some reason. So now they all took it as their responsibility to protect you, and make sure that never happened again.

Evan ran his fingers through your hair, his other hand gently holding your face.

“How long has this been happening? How long have they been– been..” Evan whispered, not wanting to hear the answer.

“S-Since Freshman y-year.” You hiccuped, watching Evan’s eyes scan you with realization.

“Is-is that why you would always come home with bruises? Is that why you–?” Evans eyes watered and his voice broke, he didn’t understand how people could do this to someone like you. You nodded, silent tears dripping off your face.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Evan cried, pulling you into his arms. Evan cried into your hair, wishing he could go back and help you. He wished you told him, but he wasn’t going to say that. He knew if he said that he’d be putting the blame on you. You heard someone yelling angrily downstairs, and you slowly pulled yourself out of Evans embrace.

Your door was busted open and a fuming Jared stormed it. He angrily hugged you, holding you tightly. “I swear I will kill them, (y/n).” Jared growled.

“Nobody messes with the Kleinman twins.” You heard Connor say, earning a concerned laugh from Zoe and Alana.

“Are you okay, (y/n/n)?” You heard Alana ask, stepping forward. You nodded and laughed, wiping a tear from your eyes.

“M-Much better, now that you’re all here.” You whispered, earning a hug from Evan. Jared backed away and paced angrily, his hands angrily pulling his hair.

“I can’t believe I didn’t know, they’re so– so- ugh!” Jared yelled loudly, sitting down with tears in his eyes.

Connor stepped forward and sat next to you, setting his hand on yours.

“Hey, I- We won’t let anybody touch you anymore.” Connor said softly, his face pink. “Don’t worry about those pricks anymore, okay?”

Connor smiled, which was rare. Your eyes were wide and you smiled, nodding.

“Thanks, guys. You’re all awesome.” You whispered, pulling your hand away from Connor’s to wipe your tears. Evan pulled you closer to him, and you noticed Jared was crying angrily. He had realized that this had been going on for a long time, and that this was why you probably tried to take your own life.

“I am seriously beating the shit out of everyone who has ever laughed at you, (Y/N).” Jared mumbled, wiping a tear from his eye.

BJoo Time~!

BJoo goes first for a couple of reasons. He sat directly with us from the beginning - Laira was actually sitting next to him for the entire start of the meal, until Hansol literally forced him to switch places. He spoke a lot of English - a LOT of English, which was a pleasant surprise. I know in live streams and stuff previously he’s asked fans to speak in Korean, but he’s been working really hard, and it’s showing. He joked around a bit and used an American accent a few times, and he spent most the meal wriggling around.

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Italian cosplayers of the Phantom of the Opera, pictures taken during the Lucca Comiccon inside one of the city’s Villas and during the cosplay competition.


*It’s always nice seeing your compatriots pull off awesome cosplays ❤ way to go italian phandom ❤ make me proud.

ps: I don’t own the pictures, they’re public and can be found on the facebook page of the Comiccon*

Even If It’s Just Pretend

I was searching for a SnowBaz fake dating fic and I couldn’t find one. Which killed me, so I wrote my own. Also for @snowbaz-feda

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Description: Simon is broke, his foster father is an asshole, and he knows he has nowhere to go when summer break comes around. So when he sees an ad for a paid psychology experiment involving romantic couples, he’s quick to pretend he’s in a relationship…with his nemesis/roommate Baz.
AKA the faking dating trope that we know we all love.

Chapter 1/Chapter 2/Chapter 3

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Read It Wednesday

Week 11! My apologies if I missed a fic this week! I was getting multiple notifications when things were being reblogged from certain people and it really crowded my activity. So, if you don’t see a fic here, I’m so so sorry. If you’d like to me read it, send it to me via message and I will get it read and added to next weeks Read It Wednesday. Also, I decided against adding gif drabbles from smut day in here, just to save the space. 

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@heithweek2k17 day one: pets/kids

“Do you want kids?” Hunk asks suddenly, the curiosity weighing on him. It’s not like it matters, at least right now. It’s hard to raise a baby when you’re constantly preparing for battle. And even if they weren’t in the middle of an intergalactic war, they’re too young for kids. 

But Hunk still wants to know. For the future. For if they ever make it back to earth. For if they ever win the war. 

Keith is silent next to him, and Hunk sneaks a glance, noticing the way Keith’s eyebrows furrow together, like he’s considering it. Hunk waits, doesn’t say anything else, just watches while Keith works through his thoughts. 

“I don’t know,” Keith answers finally, catching Hunk’s eyes. Hunk smiles, soft, and he reaches for Keith’s hand, running his thumb over it. 

“I wanted kids, before everything happened. I wanted a family.” 

“Do you not want that anymore?” Keith asks, and it sounds confused and… maybe a little sad. 

“No I—I still want it,” Hunk tells him, “But who knows if we’ll ever get to go home. Who knows if we’ll ever get to even see the families we already have ever again, you know?”

Keith nods, and he looks sympathetic. “I don’t know if I’d be a good parent.” 

“Keith,” Hunk says, and now he’s shaking his head. “Dude. Babe. You’d be an awesome parent.”

Keith’s lip pulls up, but he casts his eyes downward. “You don’t know that for sure.” 

“You’d probably read them bed time stories before they went to bed,” Hunk says, smiling as he imagines it. “You’d make up stories about mothman.”

“I’m not making them up!” Keith cuts in, and Hunk’s smile grows. 

Hunk does his best attempt at a Keith voice. “There once lived a prince named Mothman—”

Keith rolls his eyes, but he’s grinning. “I’d never lie about mothman.” 

Hunk fakes seriousness. “But,” he makes a small gasping sound, “that’s not a lie, because he is a prince… the prince of your heart.” 

“I hate you,” Keith says, smile wide and eyes shining. 

“I love you,” Hunk says back, because it’s true, because it feels right, because he wants Keith to know. 

Keith’s eyes widen, and his smile fades, and Hunk starts to worry that he’s said the wrong thing, but then Keith is leaning in and, “I love you too,” is whispered against his lips before they’re kissing. 

He hopes that one day, he’ll get to start a family of his own. 

He hopes that Keith will be apart of it. 

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Maggie takes Alex to her first Pride parade. Let the good times roll

Maggie pulled Alex through the crowd of people. “C’mon we’re going to miss it.”

“Miss what?” Alex asked. She was happy to just mill around National City’s Pride parade. Everything was so happy and vibrant. It warmed her heart to see so many people like her in the streets. So many that just wanted to love who they loved. She smiled when she saw an elderly couple holding hands. She could imagine that being her and Maggie in fifty years.

Maggie looked back at Alex and saw her taking everything in. She slowed a bit, not wanting Alex to miss anything during her first Pride. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Another surprise?” Alex asked. Her first surprised had been the shirt she was wearing. Spray painted rainbow letters spelled out My girlfriend thinks I’m sexy.

“Yeah,” Maggie grinned.

Someone handed Alex a small rainbow flag that she took with a smile and a quick “Thank you.” She stuck it in Maggie’s ponytail. Maggie turned around and touched the back of her head to see what it was. Alex grinned, “I colonized your hair.”

Maggie laughed and pulled Alex closer to her. They stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and Maggie pushed up on her toes to kiss Alex. Alex hummed contently into the kiss. She loved being able to kiss Maggie in public whenever she wanted and no one batted an eye.

“C’mon,” Maggie dropped to her heels and started pulling Alex again.

Finally Maggie pulled Alex in front of her and put her hands on Alex’s waist. “Surprise.”

On the street corner, Alex’s mom and all their friends were standing in a group. Eliza was wearing a shirt that proudly said ‘I love my lesbian daughter’. She moved to Alex and hugged her, a bright smile on her face, “Happy Pride, honey.”

Alex beamed seeing her mom at the festival with the shirt she was wearing. It brought tears to her eyes. “I’m so glad you came.”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” Eliza smiled. She pointed to her shirt. “Did you see this? Maggie had it made for me.”

Alex turned to her girlfriend and pulled her into a hug. “You’re the best.”

“Yeah I know,” Maggie tried her best not to get sappy, but when it came to Alex, all bets were off.

Winn was wearing a rainbow tank top with a small rainbow painted on his cheek just under the rim of his rainbow sunglasses. He jumped up and down to the music. “This is the best.”

James patted him on the shoulder and laughed. He pulled Alex into a one-armed hug, “Thanks for inviting us. This is a lot of fun.”

“Isn’t it?” Alex asked, eyes wide with wonder and joy.

James was wearing a shirt simply stating ‘Love is Love,” each letter a different flag for a different group.

Maggie looked at her watch and watched the second hand tick down. “Alright, everyone look up.”

Alex turned her eyes to the sky and immediately saw that Maggie had drug her through the crowds to see. Supergirl was flying over the parade route to the cheers of the crowd below. She smiled and waved to everyone, her usual red cape replaced with a fluttering rainbow.

As she flew overhead, Alex saw her sister look directly at her and wave. Alex waved back, her eyes again filled with tears. She had the most supportive family and the best friends and a spectacularly awesome girlfriend.

Alex pulled Maggie into her arms and Maggie held onto her, knowing that Alex was having a moment. She kissed Alex’s cheek and smiled at her. “You okay?”

“This is amazing,” Alex smiled.

“You deserve it,” Maggie grinned. She took the flag out of her hair and handed it to Alex. “Now, c’mon. We have to get to the beginning of the parade route to meet Kara. We’re all riding on the Catco float.”

Alex laughed again and let Maggie drag her through the crowd. On that warm spring day, surrounded by everyone she loved, she’d never been happier.

Uhh... Jello.

Prompt: Gerard is a vampire casually living in New York, when he meets a cashier who works the graveyard shift at a small corner store.

Note: WHY DID I NAME IT THIS. WHY AM I SO BAD AT NAMING THINGS?!!?!

This one is rlly fluffy but I’m gonna write a pretty hot and intense vamp!gee fic next so yay


She was just incredible. Her soft H/C hair that fell perfectly no matter if she styled it or not, those sparkling E/C eyes that lit up the room? She was ridiculously gorgeous. Plus one day Y/N hadn’t worn her uniform (her manager must’ve been lenient that day) and instead wore a Smashing Pumpkins tee. If I wasn’t head over heels before, I certainly was now.

But there was only one tiny problem with asking her out.

“…And that problem is?” Frank asked, and I

My eye twitched, “My problem is that you turned me into a goddamn vampire, you dickhead!”

Frank Iero was a nice guy. My best friend, in fact. He had a good taste in music, would help you if you were feeling down, and was generally fun to be around, despite the copious amounts of sex jokes he made. Frank was also a two hundred year old vampire who was turned in the Victorian times.

He sighed, “Are you still angry at me for that?”

The story goes a bit like this. Frank and I had gone out drinking a few months ago and got absolutely hammered. We stumble back to his apartment somehow, both of our senses of composure out the window. This is when drunk Frank decides that he’s hungry and that the tastiest lunchable was his vulnerable best friend next to him, proceeding to drink me dry. Now, even drunk Frank realized after a few pints that he had taken too much. I had already passed out and was totally screwed. The choice boiled down to letting me die and live with killing his best friend, or force-feeding me his own blood and turning me into a vampire.

Guess which one he went with?

“Yes, Frank. I am still angry at you for making me and my brother immortal vampires.” I snapped, the sides of my phone dipping into my hand.

Oh yeah, when vampires are just born they are absolutely ravished. Frank was in the bathroom when I woke up, nursing a massive hangover, when Mikey walks in. I hadn’t returned his calls and he didn’t know If we had too much to drink. The moment he stepped through the door I had already begun drinking (If I remember right, he tasted horrible)

“Dude, there are worse things out there. I could’ve let you die, you know?” If I had a nickel every time he said that, I would be Oprah.

I collapsed my head into the couch and tried to relax. “Can we please just get back to the target conversation please?”

The guitarist hummed, “Right. So, why don’t you just ask out your little Bella Swan character then?”

I cringed, “God, please don’t, you know I hate that movie,” Frank just laughed like always. Asshole. “If I ask her out then I’m just going to end up biting her and that will ruin her life. That’s why I can’t, you idiot.”

“I don’t know, Gerard. I was around you three for what, a year? A year before turning one of you. And that stuff with Mikey? That’s on you, buddy.” He murmured smugly, and I heard a prominent slurping sound from the other line that made my chest pang. God, I was hungry. I hadn’t fed in a month, and I needed another bag from Frank, and soon.

I grabbed the bottle of pomegranate juice off the end table nearby, which did wonders for keeping the thirst at bay. “So I’ve gathered that you are completely useless, is that it?”

“Hey, buddy, the only advice that I can give you is to just go ask her out. What’s stopping you?”

I tapped my foot nervously, “Well… I mean, when I go near her I get all nervous. And there’s just butterflies in my stomach…”

“Digest them, goddamnit. You’re not getting any younger, just go ask her out. Do not call me again until you do.” And before I could even say anything, the line went dead.

Yep, Frank is completely useless.


I peaked around the corner, nervously biting at my bottom lip. It might’ve looked a bit creepy, now that I think about it. Y/N had her eyes closed, resting her head on her hand, meanwhile I was just watching her from the opposite end of the store, trying not to stare.

Her eyes opened suddenly, and I was caught off guard. I whirled away, pretending to busy myself with the granola bars on the shelf while she looked at me with an amused smile.

“You know you have to buy something, right? Not just stand there?” If the blood in my body hadn’t permanently gone cold I would’ve surely been blushing in that tiny corner store.

I scrambled for anything to buy that might distract me from the embarrassing situation. Wrapping my hands around the first thing I saw, I instantly marched up to the counter without actually looking down at what I was holding.

Y/N stifled a laugh as she looked down and I braced myself and slowly followed her eyesight.

It seemed that I was carrying a very large armful of individual Jello packets. And right there in that moment, I was silently wishing Frank had accidentally killed me instead of turning me. I would’ve been spared this fresh horror.

“Uuh…” I stuttered, my voice completely lost, “uhh… Jello.”

Why am I like this?

She chuckled, “Yeah, Jello. I can see that.”

Well at the very least it looked like I wouldn’t have to go through the extra embarrassment of asking her out, seeing as how I’ve practically exiled myself from every coming into this shitty corner store ever again. “I’ll just go…” As I turned to put the Jello back on their shelves, Y/N’s voice stopped me.

“Hey, It’s alright. You don’t have to be shy, It was just funny,” she said, and a brief glimpse of hope flittered through my head. Quickly, I placed the Jellos back onto the shelf and shuffled back over to the counter. “So I’ve seen you come by here a couple times now and I think that I should get to ask for your name.”

I smiled shyly, praying that she didn’t see anything too noticeable inside my mouth, “Ah.. I’m Gerard. Gerard Way. And I already know yours… From the nametag! Like, I’m not a stalker or anything.”

Fuck. My. Life.

Y/N just hummed, “That settles it then. You’re cute, awkward, and as you said, not a stalker. Gerard Way, would you care to go on a date?”

My eyes popped and my jaw loosened slightly. “Seriously?”

“Pretty sure. I mean, only if you want to.” She murmured.

Shaking my head, I quickly responded, “No no no, I would love to date you! I mean, go on a date with you! Holy shit, yes.”

The cashier giggled and a warm feeling twinged in my chest. “Well you’re enthusiastic, huh?” I nervously twiddled with the ends of my long hair, “Alright Gerard Way. Does tomorrow sound good? We can go get a coffee or something.”

“Coffee sounds really awesome,” Y/N pulled out a small slip of paper and a pen, preparing to write down her number. Just as she scribbled out the digits her finger accidentally slid against the edge of the parchment, and a sliver of red dotted her skin.

An intense pang shot through me, it felt like a heavy weight being thrown directly at my head. It wasn’t like it was the first time I’ve smelled blood since I turned, but I still haven’t got much better at controlling myself. She brushed it off like nothing happened, handing me the paper and smiling coyly.

“See you tomorrow, Gerard.” I forced out a smile, excitement completely forgotten and in it’s place was desperate, clawing thirst.

“Yeah, see you.” I rambled, rushing out of the doors while trying to act as inconspicuous as possible.

The biting air hit me full force when I stepped out the door but I could barely feel it over the painful burn that echoed through every bone in my body. Although my mouth was absolutely the worst off. It was as if my inner cheek was cracked and dry. My tongue felt like sandpaper and my throat? Imagine a metal rod glowing white with heat was being shoved down your throat, melting the skin and dissolving any moisture to be found. That was how bad my thirst had become.

Blood. I needed blood. I fucking needed it.

I ducked into a nearby alleyway, praying that nobody saw me. With shaking hands I took my phone from my pocket, shakily dialing Frank’s number and pressing it into my ear. “Come on… Frank, please pick up…”

“You’ve reached Frank Iero, if you want to get back to me-“

“Fuck you Frank, you choose now to not pick up? Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!!” I shouted into the phone, anger swelling along with the burn in my throat.

“Hey, you okay, man?” A voice called from down the alley.

My head jerked to the noise, a deranged glint in my eyes. There was a man I didn’t recognize at the end of the alley and he just kept walking towards me. Everything was washing over me, the smell of iron in the air to the ear-splitting beat of his heart. It was painfully intense and it kept on getting worse because a random guy kept on walking towards me.

“Woah, are you alright? Should I call an ambulance?” The man was feet from me when I grabbed his throat, cutting off his windpipe. Before I knew what I was doing, he was already being held against the brick wall and my mouth was open wide.

Fangs slid out of my gums and I jerked the man’s head to the side, exposing his neck. The last thing I registered before blood hit my tongue was the terror flashing in the man’s eyes. His skin split under my sharp teeth and I began to suck, allowing the flow of his blood to pour into my mouth. It tasted beyond incredible. It felt as if I hadn’t had anything to drink in years when in reality it was only three or so weeks. A few pints later I began to hear desperate squeaks coming from my victim.

Victim. Victim? Why would I have a victim? A dull voice at the back of my mind was telling me that I had my fill and that I should let the guy go. I could kill him if I drink too much, after all. But then I focused on the thick taste of blood going down my throat and I was called back to the delicious blood.

A shrill gasp broke me from my thoughts, and I instantly tore from the man’s neck. The man fell to the ground, his face ashen and for a moment I thought he was dead until I saw the steady rise and fall of his chest.

But that wasn’t what shocked me. What shocked me was the figure standing in front of me.

It was Y/N, her lips parted and her eyes wide. I should’ve ran. I should’ve done something to stop her. Gag her, cover her mouth, something. Instead I just stood there with blood dripping down my chin.

“Gerard?” she whispered after what seemed like an eternity, “what… what did you…”

“Y/N please just let me explain,” I stepped towards her and she flinched, “okay, okay, see? I’m not going to hurt you.”

The cashier shook her head slowly, “you’re…”

I sighed, wiping the blood off my chin, “A vampire.”

“This… Isn’t possible,” I expected her to run away or grab a pitchfork. At the very least be scared. But instead she hesitantly stepped forward and slowly reached out a hand for my face. I caught on, completely relieved that she wasn’t freaked out.

“Vampires are real?” Y/N murmured breathlessly. I grinned, exposing the sharp fangs that poked out of my gums. She carefully touched the fangs, a gleam of awe in her gorgeous E/C eyes.

I nervously laughed, “You know, I imagined you reacting a bit differently if I ever told you.”

She smiled up at me, “Are you joking? Repressed goth motherfucker than I am, I think that this is totally cool.”


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Basement Ball

It had taken three hours. He’d sacrificed crucial campaign time for this, but to Mike, it was totally worth it. As he stepped away from the light blue sheet draped on the basement wall, he felt satisfaction grip him.

It didn’t look too great; the snowflakes were choppily cut and some didn’t even have glitter (also two had fallen, he kicked those under the sofa), and there was no music just yet — it wasn’t even December.

But there was space. And their friends wouldn’t be by because they were busy at the Palace. It was the perfect time to do this. To make it up to her.

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I feel it’s important to point out that Magic Jar doesn’t actually allow a wizard to project their soul straight out of their body, they have to put it in an enchanted container first that they’re then free to leave. So before embarking on his badass ethereal plane rescue mission Taako first had to shove his soul into whatever container he could find among the crap in his pockets (which canonically sometimes contain loose pudding).

So basically he started one of the most awesome stunts he’s ever pulled by stuffing his soul into a half finished packet of gum or a tube of lip balm or a grotty old eyeshadow compact or something.

anonymous asked:

Supercorp is in the final four in that Zimbio poll! I never thought we would get this far to be honest! But now that we're so close to winning I really hope we can pull it off! Just the satisfaction of our baby ship winning against all of these amazing couples. It will be extremely hard to win against Clexa though, but I know we can do it. I hope everyone starts voting tomorrow as soon as the option opens!

It’s really exciting isn’t it? Look at all those amazing ships!! I know a lot of us thought we were in trouble when we her up against Root and Shaw but we did it. Clexa is definitely going to be an uphill battle but if everyone pulls together I think we can do it too. The fandom has already proven that we are capable of awesome things together and we definitely have earned a contending spot with Supercorp being such a great ship.

One thing I will say about where we are, that if this is our last round, it should definitely be considered a fandom’s honor that it would be Clexa to take us out of the running. They’re the stuff of legends and deserve all the love and devotion they get. The fact that Supercorp has made it this far is awesome. I’m still pulling really hard for Supercorp so everyone be prepared to vote vote vote!!

VOTING STARTS AT 10AM PDT