classic plastics

August 13, 2017
  1. Sagittarius
     Highway
     Grey

  2. Leo
     Picture postcard
     Purple

  3. Aries
     Change purse
     Yellow

  4. Libra
     Clear file
     Red

  5. Gemini
     Bookmark
     Beige

  6. Aquarius
     Classical music
     Blue

  7. Virgo
     Plastic drink bottle
     Navy

  8. Scorpio
     Science book
     Green

  9. Pisces
     Cheesecake
     Silver

  10. Capricorn
     Wristband
     Beige

  11. Taurus
     Dog goods
     Orange

  12. Cancer
     Bay area
     Brown

anonymous asked:

can you do hcs or an imagine with dally being sick with an upset stomach and mrs curtis takes care of him :,)

I was going to make a fic out of this but I just don’t have the energy so here’s some headcanon stuff!!!!!!

-Mrs. Curtis is usually a pretty hands off “take a nap take some aspirin” kinda mom but whenever she’s dealing with someone else’s kind she feels like she’s kinda gotta step it up a little.

-She can always tell when Dally is sick. He’s usually a gigantic smartass but when he doesn’t feel well he doesn’t talk at all. Like at-all at-all.

-If he or Steve or Johnny has anything worse than the sniffles/a hangover she’ll take the day off to watch them.

-Mostly the day consists of Dally and Mrs. Curtis making fun of daytime television.

-Classic plastic puke bowl every family has.

-Unlimited ginger ale and cool cloths. Like a spa except it’s the ghetto and it’s your friend’s mom sponging puke off your face.

-Makes him some Campbell’s soup because that’s just what you do.

-She’s definitely the kinda person who kisses your forehead to see if you have a fever.

-He pretends to hate being doted over but honestly it’s a refreshing experience.

-Somebody usually has to fork over their bedroom for the sickie.

-She disinfects everything and he pretends to sneeze on things just to fuck with her.

-He’s always trying to antagonize her. She can usually tell when he’s feeling better because he’ll slowly stop being polite and meek and go directly back to his jackass self.

Burning Jealousy

Peter Maximoff x Reader

Prompt: You and Scott are close childhood best friends and Peter, who has slowly become another close friend, becomes increasingly jealous of Scott as his feelings for you grow, and keeps pranking him; at least, until you catch him.

Warning(s): very mild swearing?

Requested by: @magnetic-electric


Y/N

  You sighed, leaning back in Scott’s car seat. You weren’t sure about this, not at all, even though Scott had explained the this ‘Professor Xavier’ wouldn’t access your mind without permission. You could control your powers decently enough, why did you have to go to this school? You swallowed another sigh, knowing exactly why. You’d known Scott since the two of you were little, not to mention his brother Alex, and if Scott, the most arrogant, hard-headed idiot around was asking her to try this, you’d try it.

  You watched the scenery pass, your (Y/H/C) hair whipping around your face. Scott hadn’t told you much about the place, only that it was a school for mutants, like you. You remembered the situation that had made you agree to come in the first place.

  You’d been at school when it happened, just trying to walk down the hallway. You were on the phone with Scott when the school’s bitch had walked up and shoved you. Needless to say, your short temper had flared and you’d not only burned your phone to a crisp but also caught yours and the girl’s books on fire. Then you lit her backpack on fire. It hadn’t been the first time your temper had caused you to accidentally light things on fire, but you had insisted to Scott that it would be the last. He hadn’t believed you, and so here you were, riding in a car to a school in Westchester County, New York, with your hands in fireproof gloves. You can’t burn yourself with fire, but burning everything else is a very real possibility.

“You’ll love it, Y/N, I promise.” You look over at Scott, his eyes trained on the road. This was your best friend, and you trusted him.

“I believe you, Scott.”

~

  True to Scott’s word, you did love the school, although it turned out to double as a mansion. You hadn’t been exactly sure what to say when Scott drove up to the place and students had come tumbling out, so you’d merely hidden behind him. You may have a sharp temper and the balls to back it, but you were shy all the same.

  You’d slowly opened up due to the combined efforts of Scott and the idiot known as Peter who’d nearly run into you on your first day.

“Is it hot in here, or is that just you?” He’d looked at you with a smirk on his face, and you’d simply grinned slyly, taking off a glove. Your hand burst into flames in front of his face.

“I think that’s just me.”

  The two of you had become fast friends after that, although he always got defensive around Scott. You’d shrugged it off as simply Peter being Peter.

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