When I was a freshman in high school there was a boy named Chris who was a senior who had autism and he really loved Hotwheels. He always wanted to show people his tiny cars and instead of the popular crowd making fun of him they got excited with him. On his birthday everyone bought him Hotwheels and he went home with a backpack full of them. For homecoming they voted him king and gave him a cape with Hotwheels on it. Sometimes high school isn’t so bad.
Request: Well my PalForLife™ ( @princeofsassgard ) asked for ca:cw Peter Parker one shot and who am I to turn down Allison? I love her so much and everyone should go follow her. She’s the sweetest.
Summary: You’re best friends with Peter Parker, Tony meets you both, sees you’re into each other and decides to play matchmaker.
Warnings: Holy fucking shit I don’t think there’s any swearing in this one (well I just swore then but that doesn’t count….right?)
You stood beside Peter in the small elevator going up to his apartment. The stressful school day was over and your backpack was full to the brim with the homework. It was nearly everyday that you two hung out after classes and today was no exception. You were friends, good friends, best friends and being Peter’s best friend meant seeing him through everything, even his dumpster diving which was a regular after school occurrence.
“Can’t believe that perfectly good DVD player was just sitting there” He smiled over at you.
You grinned back “Me too. I’ll help you set it up and stuff but then I gotta’ get home for dinner”
Peter’s smile faded partially and his eyes fell to his shoes which made you furrow your brows at him. Without lifting his eyes to meet yours he began nervously twiddling the zipper of his hoodie “I was thinking…”
“That’s never good” You joked and smiled once again when you saw his eyes reconnect with yours and a grin return to his face however his nervous twiddling still carried on.
“As I was saying…” He began “I was thinking maybe, um, you could stay a little longer. We could watch a DVD on this thing. I have Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back on DVD, we could watch that” He lifted the old player to show what he was talking about.
You chuckled and blushed slightly at his offer then opened your mouth to reply but the elevator doors dinged open cutting you off.
“This is our floor” Peter rushed before you could finish what you’d planned to say and quickly stepped out with you following closely behind.
Aunt May gave you a kind greeting the moment you walked in, as always “How was school today?” She asked as you and Peter wandered into the kitchen, Peter turned to Aunt May while you bent down to look in the fridge for a bottle of water. You couldn’t see what was going on behind you but you heard Peter respond to his Aunt.
“It was okay, there’s this crazy car parked outside….” He trailed off sounding a little dumbfounded “Hey Y/N, would you mind, uh, waiting in my room. Set up the DVD player or something”
That both caught your attention and confused you, so you stood up straight, closed the fridge and turned to see a shocked looking Peter staring at the man sat beside Aunt May on the couch. Mr freaking Stark.
Your eyes widened “Mr…Mr…”
“Mr. Stark” Tony said.
“Yeah, I know, kind of a big fan”
Peter nudged your shoulder with his “You can geek out later, go set up the DVD player”
“Yeah, sure” You said, still in shock as to why the Tony Stark was in Peter Parker’s crappy Queens apartment.
You weren’t sat twiddling your thumbs on Peters bed for long before Tony Stark and Peter walked in. Tony walked straight over to where Peter’s Computer sat while Peter stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.
“What do we have here? Retro tech, huh?” Tony looked down at you “Salvation army?”
You shook your head and responded “The garbage actually”
Tony looked back over at Peter “Who’s this?” He tilted his head in your direction “Spiderman’s trusty sidekick”
You didn’t let Peter reply to him however and stood up from the bed “I’m no one’s sidekick, Mr. Stark”
“So you’re his girlfriend then?” He asked, lifting his eyebrows.
Peter took a sharp intake of breath “No, uh, no it’s not like that”
“Yeah, we’re just friends” You were quick to back your ‘just friend’ up.
Tony scoffed knowingly and shot a smug look toward both you and Peter “Young love. So blind”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked. Tony looked even more smug at this point and walked closer to where Peter stood, speaking to him rather than you.
“When are you gonna ask the girl out, Parker?” He asked. You could hear what he was saying and Tony clearly wasn’t bothered by that.
Peter awkwardly shrugged his shoulders and gave you a look that said ‘help me out here’ before looking back at Tony “I-I-I don’t…um”
“So you don’t like her?”
“What! No! I do, I really like her” He rushed out quickly.
Tony shifted his body to the side so that Peter had a clear view of you, Tony placed one hand on his shoulder and said “Don’t tell that to me. Tell that to the girl”
Peter visibly took a deep breath in, he seemed to be arguing with himself in his head. But his decision was made, he shot Tony one last nervous look but Tony just returned it with a reassuring one. Then Peter spoke, this time to you “I like you Y/N. A lot. And I know you see me as a friend but there’s no other girl I’d want to go rifling through dumpsters and watch Star Wars with. You’re the prettiest girl I know and you’re amazing”
Tony seemed pleased with himself “Call me Mr. Matchmaker from now on” then he whispered to Peter “Now ask her out”
Peter nodded quickly to Stark to show he understood then looked back at your grinning face “Do you wanna’ go out some time?”
Both Peter and Mr. Stark looked at you expectantly, waiting for what you had to say and just like Peter you took a deep breath inwards before replying “Yes, a thousand times yes”
the devil finds me on the side of the highway with a purple dress and a backpack full of bad intentions. my mouth is bloody and my heels are breaking. he says he doesn’t know what to think about hands like mine.
it gets darker and warmer and i feel like the constellations are tearing themselves apart. we dance all night and my mother calls me little blasphemy but i don’t listen anymore.
in the morning i say i want to get better but he says i feel like home. want is an ugly word for girls like me.
After graduating from college Stiles and Derek, best friends who both wish they were something more, road trip from California where they went to school, to New York City, where they both have jobs lined up.
They take the long way across the country, stopping at all the cheesy roadside attractions along the way. Every time they stop Derek sends a post card and Stiles buys a little trinket and writes a note to go with it.
By the time they make it to New York Stiles hands Derek a backpack full of little souvenir and notes about his feelings for him and Stiles has a mailbox full of postcards from Derek telling him about his feelings for him.
They spend their first 2 days in New York locked in Stiles’ bedroom.
On their next cross country road trip they hold hands and make out at the same cheesy roadside attractions that they stopped at on their first trip.
God, did not see the tears of the traveler. He did not become attached. He did not have to break free. Man built the road, to get away from home, to reach exile. The road is calling out my name… it tells me… today is the day to break free… A small backpack full of memories on my trembling shoulders. From all the good and bad people, from all that happy and sorrowful tales, what has remained for me but memories? A vague image in the speck of dust on the window. The road has put out its arms… waiting for me… I am singing the bitter story of goodbye even though my lips are closed. To leave behind all memories. All the love. All the attachment. It’s hard but I have no choice.
→ grover underwood, lord of the wild “Grover wore his fake feet and his pants to pass as human. He wore a green rasta-style cap, because when it rained his curly hair flattened and you could just see the tips of his horns. His bright orange backpack was full of scrap metal and apples to snack on.“
all the kids on stranger things were really fashionable. lucas looked so dope on his bike with his bandana and backpack full of supplies. they somehow turned the horrible fashion of the 80′s into something really enviable
To the girl with the pregnancy test in the grocery store bathroom, waiting impatiently to see her results, you will survive.
To the girl with the packed backpack full of clothes and photos, getting kicked out by her parents because she is pregnant, you will survive.
To the girl with the boy who left her because he won’t own up to his responsibilities of being a father, you will survive.
To the girl going into labor who is scared of the change her life will have when she gives birth, you will survive.
To the girl with the life plan who can not bring a child into the world yet, you will survive.
To the girl with the pain in the hospital room alone without an infant to take home, you will survive.
To the girl with the crying infant who has not slept in weeks, you will survive.
To the girl with the scrutiny of society because she became pregnant as a teenager, you will survive.
I will not lie and say you will be ok, because life is a roller coaster and no one knows if life will get better or worse, but I do know you will survive through this journey.
You will come out stronger and wiser than before.
You are not defined by the words and judgments of others.
You are defined by your perception of who you are, not anyone else’s.
i had the grand idea of DMing a homestuck based campaign with ppl from the dirkjohn discord- initially there were 11 people that wanted to play but the first 2 sessions have been around 7-8 which is a lot more manageable
it’s basically homestuck characters set within the high fantasy constraints of d&d, but i’m not using a preexisting setting i wrote it based on parts of homestuck. it’s not following the plot of HS exactly because the players would obviously be able to guess it but most notable NPCs are homestuck characters so they have been able to pretty quickly figure out who those are so far
our first session was a one-shot unrelated to the main plot and it was set in Fantasy High School and they all met in detention with the goal of Finding Weed (hence ‘weedquest’) but instead they found rose and aradia summoning demons in the basement and had to fight possessed aradia. rose had a backpack full of weed tho so it all worked out
in our session on friday terezi was bounty hunting for someone that blew up a bakery in a nearby town (it was john) and jane was doing some grassroots marketing for the crocker brand
dirk dave and roxy were traveling together, vriska was cheating people out of ‘save the boobies’ shirts at the local inn and karkat was wandering around like a lost child but still managed to embarrass himself in front of one of his idols (dave)
john and dave bonded within 5 minutes and are best friends already… dirk hates john bc john gave dave ben stiller’s glasses (replacing his pointy ones)… terezi tried to arrest vriska because john managed to magehand the beaglepuss glasses he is wearing in his wanted poster onto her face without her noticing… now they’re all bonded for life
“We met a kid at a punk rock festival we played in Rhode Island. He didn’t do much talking and we called him the Zombie Kid because he was passed out in a pile of sticks. The next day when he came out of his coma, he was asking us about directions on the best way to get passed NYC on a bike. His summer plan was to ride from his home in Vermont to Florida. All that he had with him was a backpack full of drugs. No joke. Drugs. Then we shook hands and he went on his way. On that same tour - two months later - one of our last shows were in New York City, and guess who we fucking see? Zombie Kid. Backpack empty. We asked him what happened and he said he made it down to South Carolina and had to turn around and come back.” - Brian on Rhode Island
Okay so demons leave behind sulfur and stuff, right? Now I get it's because you're all from hell or whatever and for some reason that means sulfur, but, where does it actually come from? Like, does it randomly drip from your fingers, does it fly out of your hair, do you throw it around like fairy dust? Also, why?
We have a backpack full of the stuff that we’re required to constantly throw around