best dude friends

When all your friends are posting pics with their significant other for Valentine’s Day but you’re still single

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when you expect your best friend to prank you, but you get this instead

Honestly, if at any point Gotham tries to convince me that Edward ‘seducing men is a perfectly legit way to get what I want’ Nygma

that Edward ‘I’m on first name basis with a swol leatherclad employee of a sex club’ Nygma

that Edward ‘tries to get Batman to indulge him in a date’ Nygma

that Edward ‘it didn’t bother me at all that my best friend, a dude, was in love with me, but that he killed my girlfriend and lied about it to my face and was perfectly fine with getting into a relationship with me under those circumstances’ Nygma

is straight, I’m going to laugh in their face. You can’t make me give up my bisexual child.

Gay Ships IRL

So there are these two boys in my school, one of them is a punk dude and the other is a complete nerd. these two dudes are best friends and literally everyone ships them. the nerd one happens to be in all my advanced classes and talks to me about the punk one A LOT. I already know the nerd one is gay, but the punk ones sexuality is still unknown. These two boys are so protective over each other its unbelievable. In gym this one dude was joking around with the nerd dude and i guess it got way to aggressive because he punched him REALLY hard and he left a bruise on his arm, The punk guy sees this and gets really mad at the dude and yells at him for punching him to hard. He then goes over to the nerd, makes sure hes ok, and proceeds to look at the arm to make sure he is in fact ok. soMEONE HELP BECAUSE THESE BOYS WILL BE THE NED OF MEE!!  will keep story updated   

Fleeting Moment

Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: Hey friends! So this is my first “one-shot” (if people still call them those?), or imagine or whatever, on this account! I’m gonna keep this note really short, because I stopped in the middle of this now completed story to write this A/N and I really want to get back to writing, so, yeah. No request, I was just bored. Happy Holidays, my friends, and enjoy the story! ~ Ryn

P.S. THIS IS LONG & I’M #SORRY NOT SORRY BUT YOU SHOULD TOTALLY STILL READ IT

Words: 2,817

Warnings: A big ‘ole kiss, and hopefully feels, that’s it though.



Unbelievable.

Completely, utterly, unbelievable.

How had you not guessed it was coming? The feelings had been sitting like a relentless rock in your gut for 11 years, and you’d all but regarded them as true. The minute it struck you, you knew there was no return. You’d entered a whole new realm; there was no more land of blissful ignorance. How had you not seen this before? Every minute you’d spent laughing, crying, even just breathing around and with Peter Parker and you’d never realized… you were in love with him. Every sleepover, every math assignment he’d never failed at helping you on, all the late night conversations and battles over comic book conspiracy theories, when he got a black eye because Steven broke up with you for Macy Fritz in the 7th grade and he attempted to “take ‘im” (even with the knowledge of his inevitable failure) – every moment, really – it was all so cliché that you wanted to vomit. All of this, and it had come to you in the most mundane way possible – nothing but a fleeting moment. You had decided to treat him after he’d experienced one of the most intense Spider-Man trainings of his life at Stark Tower with some ice cream and a walk in Central Park. He never did anything for himself, so as assigned duty of best friend, you always made sure to be as giving to him as possible. Everything was fine, truly everything, until you dropped your ice cream – the detrimental moment. After you’d exasperatedly huffed and Peter finished laughing his arse off, you’d both bent down to see if it was salvageable, and that’s when every clock in New York City stopped ticking (in your mind anyway). You both bumped heads, and as he was cursing at you, and you at he, you both looked up. Your eyes met and your heart stopped. A fleeting moment. You’d looked into his eyes plenty of times, but this had never happened. He was smiling at you, but you couldn’t return the gesture because you were too terrified. That rock in your gut made itself known, and it made itself known right then and there. And here you were now, stupefied at his front door, the next day, where your trembling hand just couldn’t bring itself to knock. The inside of your head felt like a Clinton vs. Trump debate and oh what a surprise, no one was winning.

“Y/N?” Perfect. Well there went that. As you dug your way to the surface of your mind, you managed to operate your eyes well enough to look at the now glorious creature that revelled just opposite the Parker’s door frame – and it made you beyond dizzy. In the following ten seconds, you saw Peter in a light you never really had before. Sure, you’d always thought he was attractive, and yes that rock in your gut had been growing for 11 years, but like you’d already explained, you’d been blind to that rock until literally yesterday. His hair was tousled (in that way you told him always looked best), he had a mildly tight t-shirt on that classically framed Peter’s personality with “So a neutron walked into a bar, free of charge!” (had his muscles always been that defined?), Abercrombie sweatpants (what is it about Peter and sweatpants dangit!), and those stupid smiling food socks you got him last Christmas. He looked like a typical teenage disaster, and you were loving every bit of it.

“H-hey, Pete.” He had a slightly confused, yet as-always lopsided, cheeky, kissa-charismatic (charismatic is most definitely the word you were going for) grin on his face.

“Were you gonna knock, or just stand there? I thought I heard you walk up like, five minutes ago.” He chuckled, and you began pummeling the inside of your brain to quit rerunning the episode of Teen Wolf where Malia just went for it and kissed Stiles. This was far worse than you’d thought, and your feelings plus teenage hormones were NOT helping.

“Y/N? Hey, are you okay…?”

“What?”

“You’re acting really strange.. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” So that may have come out a little too loud, because Peter almost fell over taking a step back from your sudden outburst. You were blowing it, and you knew you were. But honestly, you’d never experienced this before. Yes, you’d had boyfriends, and yes, you’d had your first kiss, but this was unchartered waters. Your desire to be with someone had never been this pleading and desperate.

“O-okay, well come on in.”

You prepared yourself for the worst and cautiously put one foot in front of the other, as if sniper cupid were about to come around the corner and shoot another M25 at your heart.

“Soo, what’re we doing? Pre-Cal, or Harry Potter marathon first?” Peter stood there expectantly, waiting for an answer that probably wasn’t coming because you were honestly too busy trying to avoid those chocolate eyes that started this whole mess in the first place.

“Okay, seriously Y/N. Tell me.” You took deep internal breaths as you tried to cool yourself down.

“Tell you what?”

“What on Earth is wrong with you. Did something happen?” He sounded mostly concerned, but you managed to detect the twinge of irritation in his voice and that’s when you knew you really were screwing up.

“I’m fine, Pete… I just had a really long day – that’s it, I promise.” Now you were reduced to lying. Wow. Feelings suck.

An imaginary ellipses hung in the air as you were both stuck: him on the idea of pursuing the truth (because he always knew when you were lying), and you on trying to lock away that beast of a truth that really wanted out of its 11 year confinement.

“It’s Friday and I seriously just need some Potter right now.” You mustered a grin as he slowly began picking back up to his and your’s normal pace of operating. “Alright, my Y/H/H {Your Hogwarts House} friend. Let’s do this.” He did an intense fist pump like the moron he is and your heart surged, leaping out of your chest in attempts to hold his hand or some coupley-crap like that.

“I’m getting Pop-tarts!” You shouted as you sped your way to his kitchen. His aunt, you knew, was spending the weekend with some long lost friends, and her absence and your being alone with Peter only made the battle in your mind significantly worse. After the drudging process of putting the Pop-tarts in the toaster and waiting a whole minute and a half, you psyched yourself up to walk back to the living room and continue your terrible charade of not being in love with your best friend, and your life ended again when you ran straight into Peter, Pop-tarts flying to the floor. You both gracefully journeyed with the Pop-tarts to the ground in a heap of awkwardness, with Peter just barely breaking your fall. You were positioned weirdly on top of him, both of you groaning at the pain of smashing your bones into kitchen tile.

“Ugh, aren’t you supposed to have spidey senses or something?” He scoffed at your comment, and you felt him hitch in laughter underneath you.

“Me having spidey senses doesn’t keep klutzy you from falling into me!” You both bursted into laughter, and it was then, for the first time all night, you felt normal again. You felt like you always had around Pete: safe, warm, and simply happy. Nothing was awkward and you weren’t eating yourself up inside. You were just there – with your best friend. And maybe that’s what loving him really was. The moments like these. You slid off of him and you both sat up – two dorks sitting on the kitchen floor, just laughing at one another. You’re breathing set back to normal, and as the laughter died, you looked up at him. And then it was the eyes. You flew straight back to yesterday all over again and were speechless. You chastised yourself for being so stupid. Peter was your best friend, and as far as your logic was concerned, that’s all you were to him, and even in the slight chance he did like you back, it didn’t matter because that’s all you ever could be because you knew – oh you knew – you could never lose him. Your world would turn upside down and every color would drain from your life if Peter wasn’t in it anymore. Teenagers are fickle, and the smallest argument, the the most minute moment always ruined it all. But your train of thought completely exploded on its tracks as you observed what you thought to be Peter moving closer… to your lips? No. No no. No no no. What? This was un-calculated. He liked you… no. Holy sh-. NO. You couldn’t process and all you could think about was his pink, kissable mouth that was drawing nearer to you. Or were you just imagining things? No, this was is most definitely occurring. Peter was but a few inches away from you, his eyes searching yours, almost pleading for you to say something, to stop him, because Hell if he could. He knew, too, that there was no going back. You both bore into each other’s eyes, almost having a silent communication, except the signals were all jammed and mixed and neither of you really knew what you were doing. You could feel his breath on your nose, so you knew he could feel yours, and you were both praying that the spearmint gum you had chewed in the morning was still doing its job. You weren’t going to move. Peter didn’t know if he should move, but he knew that after this moment, things might never be the same anyway, so he took the chance and began closing that small gap between you that had held your just-friendship so delicately, and when he was but millimeters away from kissing you, the moment of noses brushing and eyelashes fluttering closed, your voice decided to find itself.

“Pete.” What were you doing? This is what you wanted, so what were you doing? His eyes shot open, and he looked like a deer in the headlights at the sound of his name. You sat there with your mouth hanging open, about to catch flies better than his webs could until you bolted into a standing position, stuttering on your feet and fled to his bedroom and shut the door. To most people, they would by now be exasperated with your behavior. In any typical romance movie, the whole audience would’ve walked out by now because the lead actress was being beyond childish. But life isn’t a romance movie. Life has consequences, and feelings are not sweet scented with angel wings. They’re sweaty, messy, and an overall wreck. After about 45 seconds, you heard Peter’s voice calling for you down the hall until it was steps away. He pushed his bedroom door open to find you pacing back and forth amongst the clutter of science toys and half-working gadgets that littered his floor.

“Y/N.” He sternly looked at you, and there was a sort of demand you’d never heard in his voice before that made you stop and coyly turn around and look at him. He was discretely creeping toward you, a few shuffles every second, so small you might’ve not noticed – but you did.

“I – we can’t, Peter.” You rubbed the bridge of your nose, because you were starting to get a headache at the bursting intensity your body was experiencing all because of this 16 year old boy standing in front of you.

“Why? Why not?” His directness was beyond unusual for his usually timid, more relaxed self.

“Because we can’t, okay? We-we just can’t.” You were trying to find a way to explain your landmine of a brain, and Peter was just not getting it. Sure he understood that it would change everything, but to him it didn’t matter. He’d been in love with you since the day you’d walked into his life and since yesterday, he knew (or at least he’d been 85% positive hoped) you loved him, too.

“Y/N, you’re not making any sense–”

“We can’t be a fleeting moment, Peter!” He stopped moving toward you, and you weren’t sure if it was because you had scared him away or because there was practically no room for him to get any closer to you any more.

“Y/N–”

“Peter, you don’t understand. I–”

“Can I speak for a minute, please?” He searched your eyes with this newfound assurance and you weren’t sure whether you were loving his discovered confidence or hating it, but alas, you nodded for him to continue.

“Thank you. Look, I know what you’re trying to say. I know exactly what you’re afraid of because not only do I know you like the back of my hand, I’m feeling it, too. You’re terrified that if we change our relationship, then we’ll change, too, and things will get all weird, and we won’t be the same anymore. We’ll grow apart, not talk, argue, break up, leave each other’s lives, grow old and then die without ever knowing what happened to us.”

“If this is trying to make me feel better, you’re doing a terrible job–” He held a finger up to your lips, and you silenced.

“Let me finish.” He cocked an eyebrow at you and you once again prodded him to continue.

“I get it. But honestly, Y/N, does that really sound like us? I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure the only thing that could keep me away from you for longer than a week would be if I stopped breathing, and I certainly wouldn’t do it by free will. You know everything about me. You are my other half, and I don’t think I could ever be me without you. What I’m trying to say is – or what I really mean is – look. I don’t know what love means, and I don’t even know what it’s supposed to look like, and I don’t expect this to be perfect. But what I do know is there’s no one I would rather argue with, and there’s no one I’d rather be with. And I think that the simple fact that we’re best friends shouldn’t screw me out of being with the girl I–” he paused, staring intently at you, almost like looking through to your soul, before he finished with the words you’d been craving to hear for the past 24 hours, “— the girl I love. If-if I do know anything about love, Y/N, I know that I love you.” The room fell silent as you both stood there, his hands somehow having managed to find their way to yours in the time that had passed.

“We won’t be a fleeting moment, Y/–” and that was all you needed to hear before yanking at his shirt and smashing your lips into his. He seemed shocked at first, but quickly responded and slipped his hands around your waist, making your heart flutter at the contact. It was, of course, messy and imperfect, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. All that built up tension through the night was released, as your right hand tangled in his hair and his lips slid over yours. It was by far better than any kiss you’d ever had, and truthfully, him too. Everything was okay again, and sure it wasn’t normal, but that didn’t make it wrong. He tugged at your back, trying to get you inhumanly closer to him, and you put your hand on his cheek, never wanting the moment to end. When you both finally pulled away, your foreheads rested together, both of you breathlessly in shock. Your heavy breathing and the droning of cars and taxi horns outside the window were the only noises in the dimly lit room. Oddly at the same time, smiles found their way to your faces, and you knew this was going to work.

“I love you, too.” If it was possible, the childish grin on his face grew even bigger, and it lit up your world.

“So h-how ‘bout that Potter marathon?” He awkwardly coughed out, notifying you that dorky Peter was back and commanding Peter had left the building in a hustle, and you could only laugh.

“Peter, if I’m being honest with you, I discovered my love for you only yesterday, and my feelings have insanely and literally been ripping me to shreds inside.” His wide innocent eyes looked at you to continue.

“The only thing I’m thinking about right now is another, different, more kiss-realted marathon.” A red blush rose against his cheeks, but all the same he smirked and leaned toward you once again.

That one time I was magic.

I worked for four years at Borders Books & Music. During the time I worked there, I got a reputation for being good at finding stuff and recommending books. I was the one the other sellers would come to when a customer had one of those “It had a blue cover” questions. My best dude friend B (who I met working at Borders) likes to tell the story about how he was attempting to help a woman who could only tell him that she wanted a book about this woman who took a vacation from marriage. He was stumped, until (in his words), I suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said “Do you mean ‘A Year by the Sea’ by Joan Anderson?” Which she did.

But that wasn’t my magic moment.

One time, the Columbus newspaper featured a little semi-self-published book about grammar written by a local woman. I know, it seems like an odd trend, but there you go. Fortunately I’d had a heads-up about this feature and had ordered thirty copies of the book to have on hand. I was working at the info desk and for expediency just kept about ten copies right there so when people came up asking for it, I could give it to them.

After awhile of working retail, you get to be able to read people’s faces and what it is they want. There’s a particular expression that says “I’m looking for a thing but I’m pretty sure you’re not going to know what I’m talking about but I’m going to try anyway” and every single person who had come in asking for the grammar book had been wearing this expression.

Around noon, and after having sold a good dozen of those books, I’m standing there and a woman comes walking up wearing the exact expression I just described. I decided to risk it. Before she could even open her mouth to ask for it, I just picked up a copy of the grammar book and handed it to her with a smile, saying “Here you go!”

She stared at it, and then stared at me. “How did you know??” she said.

“Bookseller magic,” I replied.

She wandered off to pay for it, still kind of shocked. I looked around and my co-workers were all staring at me like I’d grown a second head.

And that’s the time I was magic.

aka “freckled jesus” to the fandom because they can’t seem to let go of the fact that he died

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“Hey, Stiles? Do you wanna come over and watch the game tonight?”

“Nah, man. I can’t.”

“What do you have that’s more fun than hanging out with your best friend, dude?”

“I got (Y/N)’s favorite movies, I’m gonna order a pizza, then we’ll cuddle on the couch, and maybe if I’m lucky I might get a little somethin’ somethin’… what? Dude, what? Is she behind me?”

Request / Masterlist

The Life I Strive To Live

A lot of the time, I feel like I cannot be writing a blog post about God because I’m not in the “right place with God” to be doing so. But then I quickly remind myself how nobody will ever be in the “right place with God” because we all fall short. As humans, we are all Unworthy because we have all sinned. I sin every single day no matter how hard I try. It just happens. WE ARE HUMAN. But of course, as being a follower of Jesus, I try my hardest to run from sin and instead follow the path Jesus walked. We must constantly be running from all evil and trying our best to live like Jesus. And if you never began this relationship with Christ, It’s so simple! “If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.” Romans 10:9 (ESV) So today, I was studying through Matthew 16 and a few things hit me. I wanted to share. Btw, I would love to do a weekly devotional on here or somewhere on the web. I think it would build me up as a christian and I would love to share what God has spoken to me to encourage all of you. Anyway…

Matthew 16:24 (ESV)

Then Jesus told his disciples, “If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me.“

What does this all mean? Taking up a cross?! Are we actually supposed to find a wooden cross and carry it like Jesus did?! Of course not haha. Jesus already did that for us. I believe this is one of the most powerful verses in the bible. It’s necessary for living the life Jesus called us to live. Let me go into what this means.

1. Deny yourself

2. Take up your cross

3. Follow Jesus

By living the life Jesus called us to live, we must first deny ourselves. That simply means denying our self will. This life is not about what we want, but all about what Jesus wants for us! We must constantly be surrendering our lives to Jesus and giving ourselves up to him so He may do a work in us. If we do not deny ourselves, Jesus won’t be able to work on us. Let go of all your trials and problems and give it up to the God of all creation to take care of. Let Him be in control. I know every time I try to take control, I always fail.

Next, once we deny ourselves, we must take up our cross. I love how my ESV study bible puts this. It translates taking up your cross to "embracing God’s will”. Every single moment throughout our days, wherever we may find ourselves, we must always be living a life pleasing to God. The way we talk to people, serve people, hang with our friends, etc. If what we’re doing does not seem to be pleasing God, then it’s definitely something we need to let go of. If we’re not pleasing God, we cannot be growing closer to christ. Sin is sin and we must flee it immedietely.  

Then the last command is to follow Jesus. This is an every day routine, not just a thing you do when you go to church on Sunday. I try to read my bible and talk to Jesus everyday. It’s necessary for a Christian to do this in order to grow with christ. I love to compare it to people in a relationship. If a couple is in a relationship but talk only ONCE a week for 5 minutes, how are they supposed to stay together or learn more about each other? It’s impossible haha and extremely awkward. If we’re not talking to God everyday and seeking him, how can that relationship be alive? I know how hard it is to start reading your bible everyday, but sometimes you just have to push really hard in the beginning. Then eventually, God will take off and begin working in you. The moment I gave up smoking weed everyday, I begin to seek Jesus in the word everyday and that hunger for him begin to build more and more! It’s amazing how Jesus works. He wants to grow closer to us more than we want to grow closer to him. The GOD of all creation loves us more than we can ever comprehend. super cool.

And this 3 step process is a daily commitment. Everyday I pray to God denying myself and asking for forgiveness for constantly messing up as a human. All I want to be is more like Jesus and that won’t happen if I’m not in the word everyday. If we only seek Jesus once a month, not only will that relationship be dead but it also opens doors for Satan to come in and tackle us. Talk to God like you’re talking to any one of your friends. He knows EVERYTHING about us. Be straight up simple with him. He loves that more than anything!

I haven’t done a post about God in a good while and this was definitely refreshing! I consider this more of a rant than a devotion because I simply just started typing. Hopefully this made some sense. Thanks for reading if you got up to this point :)

I love you guys. If you have any prayer requests or questions, just send them to my ASK. I’ll try to answer as many as I can. And even if I don’t answer yours, it doesn’t mean I didn’t see it. I will pray for every thing I see! Jesus hears all our prayers :)

okai bye!