Gladio: Hey, Iggy. You feeling better? Ignis: what about? Gladio: Your fever. Ignis: ?? I had no fever? Gladio: Oh. My bad. You just looked so hot last night. Ignis: Omfg, Gladio, not in front of the kids.
what she means: i guess i just don’t understand why andrew had such an issue with katelyn i mean andrew set up their deal so that all of aaron’s friends had to be approved by andrew but that was because aaron’s high school friends were a bunch of druggies that andrew didn’t want aaron around anymore so i would think that andrew wouldn’t have an issue with katelyn considering she’s also pre-med and clearly keeps aaron out of trouble it could just be because aaron kept it a secret from andrew but then-
I know it’s over a month away but the 26th of June is the 20th anniversary of Philosopher’s Stone and I thought it might be fun to do a reread on here? Like we read a set amount each day and can all talk to each other about bits we forgot, our favourite parts and characters, that kind of stuff
Does that sound like something people would be interested in? And if so how should I organise it? A chapter a day? More? Idk let me know your thoughts guys I just thought it might be fun
Cengiz in the livestream today got told off by the staff for being on social media while they were filming. And then he said “oh, but they dont know that we are on set right now so its fine” in Norwegian. Like we all wouldn’t understand him. You played urself bro
Thanks to a friend inviting me to their DnD group, I get to Skype-roleplay a chaotic good half-elf sorcerer with a slight drinking problem and a propensity to hit on everyone. Here’s a few things that have happened so far:
Me, hungover and meeting the Tiefling monk in my party: “Well that has to be the second horniest guy I’ve seen this week.” Him: “…okay that’s a reaction I haven’t gotten before.”
Me, out of character: “Now this vampire lord, would you describe him as attractive? On a scale of like, ‘Interview with a Vampire’ hot?” DM: “Hmm….Not Brad Pitt hot but around Tom Cruise hot.” Me, In-Character: “Oh crap, he’s hot.”
Me, drinking from a flask: “Fuck you I am refined as fuck.”
Me: “I say, ‘Allow me, Sir’ and cast Mending on the guard’s broken helmet. DM: “The guard can lift his visor easily now and says, ‘Wow, thanks! That sure is handy. You could give my wife a run for her money!’” Me: “Hun, you have no idea.” Party: *groans*
Me: “I cast levitate on the dire wolf.” *rolls* DM: “The dire wolf, having failed his saving throw, wiggles his paws impotently in the air as he floats up to the ceiling, unable to attack anyone.” Me: “Hang there for bit, pup, I’ll get back to you.” Party:*groans*
DM: “The vampire lord chuckles haughtily and glides backwards, vanishing into the darkness.” Me: “I cast middle finger at the darkness.”
Tiefling monk, regaining conscious: “What did I miss?” Me, pointing to the ceiling: “We have a pet wolf now.”
Me, sitting in front of a burning house full of screaming vampires, drinking from a flask: “You guys said we were going to a winery.”
I normally choose to post Mashima’s artwork here, and nothing more. This blog was not made for any purpose but to share Mashima-senshi’s art, I have had no intentions of speaking out, or spreading any word. However, I was greeted with this in the mailbox and this is not okay.
Here are the reasons as to why: 1. Anon hate is never okay. It shows that you are a coward who do not have the guts to speak out with your identity attached, likely because you’re afraid of the repercussions. If you do not have the guts to speak out openly about your apparent disgust, you do not have the right to speak out at all, especially not a blog where his work is being shared and loved. That being said, hate in general is not okay.
2. If you would like to word your dislike for a well-known artist, kindly structure your distaste clearly. We Do Not Type like this in a normal setting. I assume you were attempting to state your opinion of “Hey,do you know thatHiro Mashima’s drawings are disgusting? I hope someone will fucking kill him one day. He is not a great artist at all in Fairy Tail. Story ishorrible!!!” At least, that was my inference, I had a little trouble at the end.
3. Let’s break down point 2, shall we? Firstly, we do not need to know that you find Hiro Mashima’s drawings disgusting. What are you doing on a blog that does nothing but post Hiro Mashima’s artwork if you find it disgusting? It seems you may have a problem. If you find something disgusting, I suggest that you stay away from it. Perhaps you can try a blacklist function, it is easily found with a quick google search. Going to a blog that posts nothing but something you find disgusting may mean that you have an issue, please see a doctor if it persists, it is not healthy for you to continually visit something that contains things you find disgusting.
4. Secondly, hoping that someone will be killed simply because you dislike their drawings is a very dark thought. It is extremely unhealthy to channel so much hate over drawings that does not belong to you, and can be avoided if you take the steps suggested in point 3. Mashima-sensei has done nothing wrong to you, it is not as though he has threatened your family, or harmed you in any manner; such hate is unwarranted, especially if your only beef is with his drawings. If you phrase this in another manner, it can be taken as a death threat, and you may and can be reported for that. That will get you in a whole lot of trouble, as the police may be involved.
5. Thirdly, we have established that you find Mashima’s artwork disgusting, and in your opinion, lacking. However, do note that the term ‘great’ is a subjective term. For example, you may think that you’re being oh so very great when you send an anon hate ask like this to a Hiro Mashima artwork blog, but in my personal opinion, I think such an action is quite the opposite of great. On the other hand, I’m sure many others following this blog for his artwork would agree that his artwork is rather great in their opinion. As this is a subjective determination, I will leave this as such.
6. Based on inference, it seems that you were attempting to tell me that his art in Fairy Tail is not great. Please be gently reminded that Fairy Tail belongs to him. He created the manga, and the style, and the art for the characters. Be mindful that the canon appearance, art style, literally everything, belongs to him. You may think that it’s not great artwork, but in Fairy Tail, it’s as canon as it is, which technically makes it the greatest, especially if you’re measuring upon the likeliness of artwork with canon.
7. If you find that the story is horrible, you may choose to drop Fairy Tail like I know many have done. What is the issue here? I find it hard to understand why you continue to apparently torment yourself with art and story that you do not like and find horrible. Like previously mentioned, Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima, What he chooses to do with it, and what he ultimately does with it, is his own choice. You have no right to dictate his actions or decisions. If you dislike it so much, please leave the fandom. No one is stopping you.
8. Lastly, I just want to say that I do not advocate hate in any forms. If you dislike something, the smart move is to unfollow, blacklist, and avoid. Going forward to send messages like such to a blog that enjoys what you do not is honestly not the action you should be taking. You take the fun and happiness out of others because you dislike something. One can not expect everyone to like the same thing, and on the same note, one cannot expect everyone to dislike the same thing. You would not like it if I came up to you and said horrible things about the things you like, you would not like it if I came up to you and said that someone you like, and I quote “I wish someone will fucking kill him one day.” Even if you can not enjoy something, you should not take that enjoyment away from others. It is never okay to hope for someone’s death, especially over such a small thing as artwork or manga that would not be detrimental to your life.
People who come to this blog came here for Hiro Mashima’s artwork. If you do not have that intention, or like them, please just leave. There is no place for your hate here. This is a place for people who enjoy Hiro Mashima’s artwork to unite and connect.
If any word is spread in this post, let it be this.
thoughts on the theory that dan and phil kissed in pinof 8 bloopers?
im not really going to argue if i think the kiss actually happened or not because its incredibly likely that he was just smacking his gross banana lips and frankly i don’t care that much, it’s not my place to try and make the decision if they kissed or not. i don’t really consider myself a shipper and generally just like their relationship, no matter how they define it
that being said, i was incredibly curious if it was even possible or not, so i stayed up with emily most of last night and watched back the video clips and pulled out some reference pictures of phils room
although this one isn’t to scale, or at least most likely isn’t, it’s actually fairly close to the distance between objects in phils room. in the video, phil walked on the bed, in front of the mirror, and then in front of the tv. after that we can no longer see his reflection in the mirror
we know from this image that the distance between the tv and the door isn’t that great, and since phil was headed in that general direction, we can assume he would be somewhere around the door. makes sense, because he said he was leaving. although i doubt the banana thing was the last bit they filmed for pinof 8 so i wouldn’t really say he completely left the room, most likely was just hovering somewhere around the door. this isn’t confirmed or anything but it makes logical sense
we see phils shadow in the reflection of the tv briefly while he crosses and then it disappears, which means he is somewhere out of the reflection of the tv, meaning again, by the door probably makes sense
when dan gets out of shot, we can see that he was sort of going at an angle towards where phil would hypothetically be. we see that he bumps into the camera, and this should be possible if the camera were set up like this, which it most likely is, seeing how the caspar video and this video look pretty similar in distance from the camera. if we were going at an angle, which we can see he was, he may have bumped into the leg of the camera
once he bumps into the camera, we can see more movement in the tv. it’s basically impossible to tell who it is and trust me, i tried, but seeing how dan started to move and this happened instantly after, it’s probably pretty safe to assume its his reflection. the reflection then vanishes while the gross banana sounds are being made, and you can see it again right before dan goes back on shot to look at the mess he made. this one is very likely dan because you can vaguely see his figure in the reflection of the tv
we also know that dan never gets in the reflection of the mirror, so therefore, he likely didn’t cross close enough to the tv to be seen in the mirror, but the distance was right so you could see his movement in the tv. again, with the way phils room is laid out, this isn’t really a stretch.
this diagram approximates their movements in this 6 second period. dan is red, phil is yellow, the mirror and its reflection are black, the tvs reflection is orange, the camera is the blue box, and the pink circle is likely where they were and where the kiss would’ve taken place, if it happened.
so what does this mean? basically, phil was likely by the door, and looking at the clues, it was likely that was the direction dan went as well. so therefore, hypothetically, a kiss could have occurred. the question becomes if you could hear the kiss from the door while the camera was over there, but remember, they aren’t necessarily that far apart. we’ve heard small noises of things by the door before and even across the house or outside the building. the walls in their london flat aren’t much better than manchester. so, with all this in mind, it’s possible that they kissed. considering where the whiskers were smudged and all the shit i said, that could be the case. i’m not going to make the assumption that they did or didn’t, because i just wanted to see if it was possible, and i found that it was.
we also learned that i have too much time on my hands and need to find a hobby
“No.. no no no no no they spelled her name wrong how hard is it to spell Madison!?” I was screaming my head off as I glared down at the birthday cake made out to Maddison. “One d! Come on! I made a whole separate note!”
“Alright tiger take it down a notch” Allison rushed over to me, putting her hands on my shoulders.
“No! Lydia is bringing Madi over here in an hour and a half and this cake is ruined!” My hands flew to my hair, running stressfully through it.
“Hey, hey take a breather” I nearly glared at Stiles, but his expression was so soft that I couldn’t keep the anger in my eyes. “Come on, I’ll drive you back to the bakery, we’ll order a new cake, and then boom. One cake for the party, one cake for just us to eat. That’s two cakes!” I laughed slightly, feeling the fury in my in veins begin to dissipate.
“Okay… okay this is manageable” I said, taking in deep breaths as he moved his hands in sync with me.
“Alright, come on then let’s go down to the bakery” He said, and I made my way to the door.
“I’ll stick around here and finish making lunch for the party” Allison called.
“And I’m still on decorations!” I looked over to see Scott with streamers wrapped all over him, three party hats stacked on his head, and maybe ten balloons in his mouth, none of them blown up yet. I smiled at his ridiculous mess of my decoration box.
“Thanks guys, we’ll come back in a bit” I said as Stiles was shrugging on his red hoodie.
“Ready?” He asked, and I nodded. His hand was on the small of my back as he lead me out of the apartment. I took a deep breath, and Stiles chuckled. “It’s gonna be fine, I already told you”
“I know it’s just.. It’s her first birthday I want it to be special” But he gave me a reassuring smile as we walked out of the building.
“And it will be, I promise you it’ll go great” He told me. “She’s gonna have so much fun. Get so much attention and presents, and we are going to eat a shit ton of cake” I laughed a little, which seemed to make him relieved.
“Alright we gotta get to the bakery fast I don’t know how quickly they can make a custom cake”
back at the apartment
“Do you think that the balloons should be separated? Like all over the apartment or should we keep them all together?” Scott asked. Allison looked over and shrugged her shoulders.
“I like it either way” She answered, then went back to her cooking.
“How about we put streamers along both sides of all the doorway-”
“Do you think they’ll ever tell each other?” Allison asked abruptly, and Scott spun around.
“Stiles and y/n. Duh” He chuckled at her response, but didn’t know how to answer. “They can’t hide it from each other forever, right?” He thought for a moment, but still couldn’t find the words. “Honestly, he was in deep before they even met, and it didn’t take her long either”
“Yeah actually he uh… he’s told me it started back in like.. The sixth grade” Allison’s brows rose as she stirred whatever batter she was making up.
“y/n hasn’t been able to admit it for a while, but I know it’s at least been since they met” Scott was smiling as he continued taping streamers everywhere.
“I hope for them that they get over this irrational fear of rejection and just-just pour it all out” Allison giggled at him, giving him a glance over her shoulder.
“I don’t think she knows anymore”
“Knows what?” Scott asked.
“Well… I think she used to tell. I think she used to get the feeling that he liked her”
“He wasn’t the most discreet person in the world” Allison chuckled.
“But I think since… since Madi she doesn’t… doesn’t see it anymore” Scott nodded, hanging his head down.
“Should we do something about it?” He asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You know like.. Should we set them up? Get them to realize how in love with each other they are?” Allison seemed to ponder the idea. “It could work you know”
“I don’t know Scott… I think y/n’s maybe got her hands full?”
“But that’s why he’s there, he’s there to help her with all of it” Scott said.
“Since when did you become a romantic novelist?” Allison muttered.
“Look Allison I just think they could use each other”
“I do too but…”
“I mean, he took off a year of school for her.”
“For us Scott-”
“Bullshit” They both laughed. “You and I both know that he’s here for y/n” Allison turned around, discarding her brownies and wiping her hands with a rag.
“Yes… yes but I think…” Allison paused for a moment, wanting to be very careful about what she said next. “Don’t you think that she should be able to choose something for herself?” She asked the question slowly.
“You think she wouldn’t choose him?” Scott replied, cocking his head to the side.
“No I think she would I just think it’s a decision that she needs to make for herself, you know?” Scott’s mouth opened as he realized what she meant. “I think that she needs to be independent for a while… and I think that that’s what’s good for her right now” Scott nodded his head.
“Yeah, yeah that makes sense” Allison turned back to her brownie batter, picking up the bowl and pouring it into a glass pan.
“But have you seen the way he is with Madi?” She chuckled.
“Yeah, the kid loves him” Scott said with a smile as he went back to taping streamers. Well, he was trying to. The guy didn’t know the first thing about decorations or decorating styles. The apartment looked like a funhouse, multi colored streamers taped to the most random spots on the ceiling. (Allison hadn’t left the kitchen, she didn’t know her boyfriend was out there making the place look like Party City exploded inside y/n’s living room).
(back to the reader’s pov)
When I opened the door to the apartment, I gawked at the circus my living room had become.
“Do you like it!?” Scott asked hopefully. He was tying a balloon to the handles on the tv cabinets.
“Wow” Stiles said under his breath. “Allison didn’t help you, huh buddy?” Scott shook his head, still bearing a big proud smile.
“Nope!” He said, and walked over to us. “I did it all on my own!”
“Yeah… yeah I see that” I said, laughing slightly.
“Is it okay?” Scott’s features fell, and I gave him a bright and reassuring smile.
“It’s amazing Scott, thanks for the help” He pretended to tip his hat at me, and went back to work ting balloons on anything he could. Stiles gave me a look, and I just smiled and head into the kitchen.
“Hey sweetie!” Allison greeted. She was putting chocolate frosting on a pan of brownies. The smell was all over the kitchen and it made my mouth water. “No!” She must’ve read my mind cause she smacked my hand and scolded me.
“Fine fine” I rolled my eyes. “But seriously, you didn’t have to make all of this”
“I don’t mind” She shrugged. “How’d the bakery go?”
“They couldn’t do the writing on it” Stiles said, sitting down at the table. Allison raised an eyebrow, and I set the box on the counter to show her. I opened it up, revealing the white frosted cake with a border of pink and blue flowers. The whole middle was empty.
“Oh that’s an easy fix” Allison said, waving a hand in the air and opening up a cabinet. “We’ve got these bags and all you gotta do is put some frosting in there and you can write any message you want”
“Really? I have those?” I asked, not knowing that we owned any.
“Well, I do. I brought over everything this morning” Allison said.
“Not yet, I haven’t given you my extra batch of pink frosting” SHe handed me the bowl. “Okay, now you can thank me” I giggled as she went back to her brownies.
“Thank you Allison. I don’t know what’d I do without ya” I kissed her cheek quickly and got to work scooping frosting into the decorating tube.
“Still glad you’re spending the year here Stilinski” Allison asked as I began writing as neatly as I could.
“Yeah I am, Beacon Hills has always been much more thrilling” He answered.
“Yeah but community college can’t be that fun” She said. I gave her a look, unsure of why she chose right now to have this conversation. “What?” Allison asked innocently. “I’m making conversation”
“It’s not bad. It’s easier than GWU” Stiles said, ignoring our small side conversation.
“Oh I’m sure it is. Besides your favorite pers- people- are here” Stiles chuckled, and I caught a hint of pink on his cheeks but he quickly looked down to his phone. I ignored it.
“Yeah” Was all he said.
“Should I say ‘Madison Rose’ or just ‘Madi’?” I asked, trying to direct the topic of conversation somewhere else.
“Madison Rose” Stiles said.
“Wow way to make it easy on her” Allison said, and I could tell that she rolled her eyes, even though I couldn’t see her. I just knew by her tone. When she used it, she couldn’t help the sassy. It was just Allison.
“Well at least I didn’t let my boyfriend turn this place into madhouse” Stiles retorted. I sighed, this little banter thing they had would never go away.
“What are you talking about you hoe”
“Allison” I scolded slightly, but she could hear my slight laugh so she didn’t listen.
“I’m just saying Scott might be like a were-clown or something. Place looks like a circus”
“Stiles shut up before this spoon goes so far up your ass you’re choking on it-”
“I swear to God I’ll be at my wedding saying my vows, and you two will start fighting cause you thought one kicked the other’s seat” I said, shaking my head.
“Wrong” Allison sing songed pointing to me. “One, I won’t be sitting in the boring crowd. I’m your maid of honor don’t deny it” I giggled. SHe came over to me, pretending to inspect my handiwork. “And two, I wouldn’t want to pick a fight with the groom” I nudged her said, not so secretly checking to see if Stiles heard her. But he was looking at his phone. Allison giggled, walking back to her spot across the kitchen again.
“Why don’t you go see what Scott did to my living room?” I told her. Allison shrugged a shoulder.
“Maybe I will” She walked towards the room. “I’m sure he did wonder- SCOTT WHAT THE HELL!?” I slapped a hand over my mouth but Stiles didn’t even try to hide his laughter.
“Baby you like it?” I walked out to Allison, and Stiles followed. Scott was currently upside down on the couch, legs sticking out wildly in the air as he was taping balloons all around the coffee table. It was a cage of rainbow ribbons.
“Wow babe… I didn’t know you were so skilled at decorating”
“RIght? Me neither” I giggled slightly, shooting a glance to Stiles. He had the same look on his face.
“You did great” Allison said, patting Scott’s shoulders and giving him a quick peck on the lips.
“Yeah Scott, you could’ve had a future career in this” Stiles said, and again I had to cough to hide my laughter.
“Thanks but I think I’m gonna stick to being a veterinarian” Scott said, and I went into the kitchen to secretly laugh.
“All good choices” Stiles said, more sarcasm in his tone.
“H-hey was he being sarcastic?” I head Scott ask Allison.
“No sweetie, he’s probably just jealous”
Oh poor Scott.
“Surprise we’re here-! WHAT IN THE FUCK!?”
And that’s how Scott realized we were all making fun of him.
By the end of the night, most of the streamers had been ripped down by Lydia, who claimed you just couldn’t walk through his place without getting it in your hair. There was wrapping paper and tissue paper everywhere, and Madi’s face still had cake and frosting all over her face. Thank God I snapped that picture in time.
“Are we gonna go over there and break that up?” Scott asked as he pointed to the corner of the room where Allison and Stiles were screaming their heads off.
“SHE LOVED MINE BETTER!”
“STILES WHAT LITTLE GIRL WANTS A LIGHT SABER?”
“OH SO SHE WANTED THE MERMAID BARBIE!? SHE CAN’T EVEN BATHE ON HER OWN DUMBASS”
“Nah.. I wanna see where this goes” Lydia said, and took a picture on her phone of Allison mid scream.
“Besides, he neighbors haven’t complained. Why close up the entertainment now?” I said, taking a stack of plates to the kitchen.
“Here, let me” Scott said, taking them from my hands before I could set them in the sink.
“Thanks Scott” I smiled, and went to Madi instead. “Alright time for a little bath you are messy” I said with a wide smile.
“Bath!? I’ve got just the toy!” Allison ran over, a pink mermaid doll in hand. Stiles tripped her.
“Why don’t you let me take her?” Lydia chuckled, and I let her take Madi from my arms.
“Okay thanks” I said. “I’m gonna go outside and get some air, but I’ll be back in a bit” I told her, and she nodded.
“I’ll hold down the fort for ya” I chuckled as I slipped on flats and grabbed my coat before walking out to the hallway. I made my way outside. This February has been a pretty chilly one for Beacon Hills, but at least tonight it wasn’t cold enough that I could see my breath.
It was a pretty night, the sky was pretty dark, and there were no clouds so all of the stars were visible. It was the kind of scenery that you see photographs of and people use as wallpaper on their phones. I was almost tempted to pull out my phone and take a picture, but it was much more beautiful in person. I sat down on the curb of the sidewalk, clasping my hands together as my fingers got colder. It was getting pretty late, so not many cars drove past me. It was just me and the stars. How poetic.
“There you are” I turned to see Stiles walking over to me. I offered him a small smile as he grew closer. “What’re you doing out here?”
“Catching a break from the craziness” I answered, and he nodded slightly.
“Mind if I sit?”
“Go right ahead, it’s a beautiful view tonight” I said.
“Yeah it is” He smiled, staring intently at me.
“Shut up” I mumbled, hoping my face wasn’t as red as I felt. He didn’t say anything, but at least he looked away from me and at the sky.
“I think Scott’s is going to cry once he’s alone tonight. Lydia laid it on quite thick on how her has striped streamers with the polka dot streamers” I giggled and brushed my hands through my hair.
“Yeah, he better stick with UC Davis, the guy’s got no sense of decor” I said, and Stiles laughed too. I shivered and shuffled over closer to him. “Thanks for taking me over to the bakery last minute today by the way” I said, and he nodded.
“No problem. It was funny watching you scramble around anyways” I laughed nervously, looking down at my lap for a moment. “But it was great, and Alli told me you took tons of pictures”
“I did, I was thinking of making a scrapbook or something” I said. “I’ve been looking on pinterest and stuff for all those ‘baby’s first birthday’ and stuff, and a lot of people kept a scrapbook for the first year or so” Stiles smiled and nodded.
“Yeah I can see you liking that. Especially later on in life when she’s older you know?” I grinned and nodded.
“Right! I think it could be really cute” I said, rubbing my hands together.
“Are you cold?”
“Sort of. I didn’t think I’d need more than my coat but I guess-”
“Well that’s an easy fix, here” Stiles reached over, wrapping his hands around mine and holding them on his leg. I looked over at him, studying his features while he was looking down at our hands. There was a small and soft smile on his face, honey brown eyes looking as warm as his skin felt on mine. His thumbs were brushing gently over the backs of my hands. I think he caught my stare, because his head turned and his eyes were staring into mine. And as cliche as it sounds, I’m pretty sure my heart stopped. Our noses were only centimeters from bumping together. My breath hitched and I swallowed tightly.
“Thanks” I said weakly, and dared a glance down to his lips. God I wanted to kiss them. Were they as soft as they looked?
“No problem” He responded, smiling just slightly. I caught him when his lashes flicked down, and my heart sped up so fast he had to have heard it. He leaned forward just barely, but enough for me to see and mimic his actions.
“Stiles! Tell Scott that drinking three bottles of Mountain Dew does not make you a badass!” We sprung apart the moment Allison came outside yelling. She immediately looked guilty, but covered up the second I shook my head. A small action, only noticed by her. It was my secret message saying not to mention anything.
“What?” Stiles asked, standing and rubbing the back of his neck as he came over to Scott and Allison.
“I think drinking sugar in one day is pretty badass” Scott shrugged, putting his hands into his jacket pockets. I shook my head, smiling sadly down to the ground as I stood up.
“Good for you Scott” I said, patting his shoulder as I walked past them. “I’m gonna head inside and check on Lydia and Madi”
I went inside without any other words shared with my friends. I stuffed my hands into my pockets in fists. They were pushing against the fabric so hard I was worried they’d rip right through. My head was buzzing with thoughts so fast it was beginning to hurt, and all I wanted was to see my daughter and Lydia.
Entering the apartment I kicked my shoes off randomly and dropped my coat to the floor.
“Lyd?” I called.
“Mama!” I smiled softly and went into the nursery. Which I’m not sure could really be called that anymore…
“Hey y/n” Lydia was in the rocking chair, Madi on her lap. She was in her pajamas, and her hair was dry and soft looking.
“Hi there sweetheart” I sat on the small rocking stool in front of them, facing Lydia and Madi.
“You okay hon?” Lydia asked, and I rose my brows, letting out long sigh. “Uh oh, what happened?”
“I think I just had an almost kiss with Stiles” I said, eyes wide as I stared at her. Her lips pulled into a big grin.
“y/n that’s great” She said quietly but happily.
“No, no it’s not great”
“What?” Her happiness instantly turned to shock.
“I mean what would’ve happened if I kissed him Lydia?”
“For one you’d confess your love for one another get married and ride off into the sunset on a rainbow pony” I rolled my eyes, but it seemed to make Madi smile. She probably thought it was a story.
“Mama” Her hands reached out for me, and Lydia lifted into my lap. I bounced her on my knee and continued with Lydia.
“And what would happen even if we did like each other? We date?”
“Well that’s what most people who like each other do” Lydia said sarcastically with a giggle. I sighed again.
“And what would happen if we stopped liking each other? Or we broke up? We’d never be friends again Lyd. I don’t want that”
“If you’re going to look at all the what ifs of life, then what’s the point of doing anything?” Lydia told me. I wasn’t sure how to reply to that. Because I knew she was right, of course she was she was Lydia Martin for Christ’s sake. But I still had the nagging feeling of worry in my stomach. I didn’t want to lose Stiles. “Just keep that in mind no matter what you choose to do, alright?” I nodded, and Madi leaned her head back until she hit my chest.
“Baby are you tired?” I asked, and she gave me a nod, recognize the word. “Alright, let’s get you tucked in alright?” She nodded again, and lifted her arms for me to lift her. I walked her over to her worn crib, setting her down and pulling the blankets over her. She clutched onto her pink stuffed elephant, holding it close to her chest and nuzzling her face into it’s soft fuzz. “Goodnight sweetheart, happy birthday” I said in a whisper before kissing her head. Lydia followed me out of her room. We found Allison Scott and Lydia back in the living room. Allison and Scott in their coats and shoes.
“When’s your flight tomorrow?” Allison asked as she came over to hug Lydia goodbye.
“Early” The strawberry blonde sighed before pulling away. “But I’m glad I could come here for the weekend for her birthday” She said, giving Scott a quick side hug. “And see you guys” She hugged Stiles next.
“Yeah we’re glad we got to see you too” Stiles said. Lydia turned and came over to me. She hugged me tightly, rubbing back and resting her chin on my shoulder.
“I’m gonna miss you guys” She said, pulling away after what felt like a long time.
“We’ll miss you too” I told her. “I’ll make sure to FaceTime you”
“Good. With Madi too. I might miss her more than the rest of you losers” I laughed softly and nodded.
“I’ll make sure of it” I said as she opened the door.
“Bye guys, see you in the summer” We waved and called goodbye. Allison and Scott put on their shoes next, both hugging Stiles and I and saying their goodbyes. I thanked them again for all of their help.
“And then there were two” Stiles said, and I laughed slightly.
“You staying here tonight?” I asked, and he shrugged, already cleaning off the couch. I took that as an answer of yes. So I went back to my room to get extra blankets. When I came back he was already laying on the sofa, scrolling through his phone. “You know” I said, pulling blankets over top of him. “I could always get one of those couches that pull out into a bed. Then you’d have something comfortable to sleep on” He looked up at me, and set his phone down, turning it off.
“Yeah but those are expensive, and I don’t think I’m here often enough to need a whole bed-”
“You’re here five days out of the week” I said with a chuckle, straightening the blankets out.
“Are you tucking me in?” He asked, and I flushed.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry I totally just mommed you it’s habit” He was laughing, and my blush stayed present.
“You’re fine, I like the special treatment” I beckoned for him to lift his head up, and slid a pillow under him. “You gonna tell me sweet dreams and kiss me goodnight too?” I giggled, setting my hands on his chest and leaning over to press a featherlight kiss to his forehead.
“Sweet dreams Stiles” I said softly when I pulled back.
“Sweet dreams y/n” He whispered back to me. I smiled slightly, and walked out of the room, flicking off the lights, and going to my own bed.
If you’re going to look at all the what ifs of life, then what’s the point of doing anything?
me: *skipping an singing* you almost kissed you almost kissed!
(A/N: So I’m going to take some stories from my Wattpad that I think would be better as a mini series rather than an actual book; I won’t have to delete them either. Of you want a longer story from me, my Wattpad is betty_maisie_x)
Summary of the whole plot: The young juveniles who were sent down from the Ark have only just begun to adapt to their new surroundings. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is shy and weak but determined to help in any way she can. Bellamy Blake is the total opposite having taken charge of looking after everyone. However, when the threat of the Grounders approached them, these two contrasting personalities must help each other to overcome their fears.
Characters: Bellamy Blake x Reader, Clarke Griffin x Reader (platonic), Monty Green x Reader (platonic), Jasper Jordan x Reader (platonic)
Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name
(Y/L/N)= Your last name
Warnings: Arguments, swearing, almost rape, inappropriate touching
“Chris, for the last time, can you please not leave so much of your stuff lying around?” I groaned as I picked up his jacket and shoes.
He put down the piece of fence he had collected, smirking at me.“Sorry, I don’t realise what I’m doing. You know how busy we all are.”
“Yeah, I know, I’m the one who has to clean up after all of you.”
Who knew how many days it was since we had landed on Earth? It seemed like we had been here for years already, especially with all of the work we had been putting in. Although no one like doing the chores that we were set, we knew that it would help us all survive some way or another. At first it was fun being teenagers on the loose with no responsibilities, we all had to buckle down in order for us to stay alive, we had already lost some of our people.
However the only thing I was good at was cleaning up so they thought it would be a good idea to put me in charge. I could be clumsy at times as well as scared of basically everything. Surprisingly no one seemed to be bothered by this, it wasn’t like I was annoying them by not being good at building or hunting. And even though I could be shy I had plenty of friends now I knew everyone in camp.
As I carried on picking up empty makeshift bowls and cups I heard raised voices. Looking ahead of me I saw one of the girls being tormented by three other guys who I knew all too well. Isaac, Lewis and Brekk thought they were above everyone else just cause they were able to have guns with them at all times. They thought they could do anything they wanted even harass the girls. I saw Isaac slap her bum causing a yelp to come out of her mouth. For some reason I felt the need to stop them; a stupid mistake.
“Hey Georgina, are you alright?” I asked, nearing her.
Brekk and Lewis blocked me from getting to her.“No need to get involved, get back to your cleaning.”
“No!” I blurted, shocked by my own words.“She is clearly uncomfortable, you are the ones who need to get back to whatever you’re doing.”
I heard Isaac laugh.“I can’t believe it, (Y/N) has actually spoken up for once.”
“I’m asking you to do a simple task, leave Georgina and the other girls alone.”
I thought that was that and started to walk away when a hard force knocked me to the ground. The bucket I was holding fell causing everything to spill out of it, making a horrible clattering noise. Looking above me Isaac stood with Break and Lewis either side of him. If no one was watching before they definitely were now.
“You think you can talk to me in that time of voice? That you can just boss me around!?” Isaac yelled.
I tried to scramble back but Brekk grabbed my ankle, pulling me towards them again.
“How dare you think-”
“Hey! Isaac what the hell do you think you’re doing!?” a deep voice called from behind them.
They hastily turned around blocking my view but I knew who it was.
“She wasn’t doing her job Bellamy, I was just trying to-”
Bellamy interrupted him.“I saw what happened. You three are on cleaning and washing duty for the rest of the week.” he held out his hand.“Now give me the guns.”
They all sighed or grunted before stomping off. I saw Isaac give me one final glare until he turned around, giving me shivers. I was in so much shit with them now.
“Hey, are you alright?” Bellamy asked, helping me to my feet.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine really. Thank you.” I said as I brushed some dirt off me.
“What the hell were you doing?” his tone suddenly changed.
“I was standing up for Georgina. They harass a different girl each day, it’s getting out of hand.”
“But you knew what they were capable of, why not come to me?”
“I just guess I got caught up in the moment. I was angry.”
“(Y/N), I know you’re trying to prove yourself-”
“I’m not trying to prove anything!”
“I’m sorry. Just, dont get hurt, ok?”
I nodded as he walked away. Everyone had gone back to work as soon as we stopped talking, probably gossiping already. After picking up what fell out of the bucket, I dumped it next to the pile of unwashed dishes which were waiting for the three devils to clean them. After that I headed over to Clarke wondering if she needed any help.
She seemed to be sorting out our medical stock seeing as we never knew who was going to be wounded. I think we were still on edge from our first day seeing as Jasper had a spear thrown at him. I was still in camp on that day, I didn’t have the courage to go out there.
“Oh, hi!” she called out as she noticed me coming in. I saw Monty sitting on the bed.
“Hi guys. You two need any help?” I asked appraching them.
“Actually, would you mind wrapping up Monty’s cut? I’ve treated it already and the bandages are there.” She pointed them out to me.
“How are we doing with the supplies?”
“Mmm, I guess we’re alright. We might need to head out in a few days to gather more of some certain items though.”
I started to unravel the bandage around Monty’s hand, covering the deep cut.“What did you do this time, Monty?”
“You want to hear the cool version, or the not so cool version?” he winced a little.
“Ok, so the cool version is I got cut whilst having a little scrap with one of the other guys. The not so cool version,“he sighed,“I was playing with a knife and accidentally sliced the palm of my hand.”
I giggled a little.“Monty, I sometimes think you’re as clumsy as me.”
Clarke spoke up.“I hope not otherwise we’ll be in even more trouble.”
I took no offence to the joke and just smiled.
Monty’s smile soon disappeared.“I heard something happen out there, what was it?”
“I tried to stop Isaac from harassing the girls in the camp But he wouldn’t have it. Luckily Bellamy came in and saved me before they could beat me up.”
“Trust him to save the day.” Clarke mumbled sarcastically.
“You two fallen out?”
“Kind of. I told him that I thought he was putting the wrong people in charge of certain things like Isaac, Brekk and Lewis.”
“I’m with you on that.”
“Me too.” Monty said as I finished wrapping up his wound.
As I stepped back, my stomach growled. There wasn’t much food down on Earth, plus we were wary of what we ate.
“Don’t worry, dinner is almost ready. I think it’s another panther-thing.” Clarke explained.
“I miss the food in the Ark. At least we could get three square meals.”
Monty groaned.“Don’t get me started on that.”
“Come on, let’s go see if we can help with the cooking. I want my food as soon as.”
cece: every1 goes im tellin u. its fun. right mr woods??? blue should totally go to the romance festival righT!!?!? arthur: :) u should go my sweet lil baby blue u will have fun arthur: btw maybe dont sit on the table ur mom will yell at me 4 not yelling at u :) cece: see blue!!!!!!! u should go. we can go do something after like bball or set something on fire. and blah.b lah .a BLAHLHLH
blue @ blue: matty will be there…….. blue @ blue:but idw c him blue @ blue:yes u do. u can look at his arms blue @ blue: >_> blue @ blue: his face too blue @ blue: …….. blue: ok fine ill go
I live for school musical tech!crew Newsies hc, got any???
Katherine is the SM and she’s so organized
if you get on her bad side, she’ll make sure you know it
Jack does sets and he’s just incredible
freshman come in and are like “Wow, these sets are so good! We do that?”
and the response is, “you do what Jack tells you to, he takes care of the details”
which makes people think he’s snobby and most of them think so until they witness him crying over not being able to mix the right color until Crutchie calms him down
Speaking of which, Crutchie runs lights!
he’s been watching people do it since he was little and been in charge since sophomore year
he runs the board and is really good at it
Davey is the student director
he and Kat are best friends and they’re good at what they do
Davey’s script is full of tiny notes and explanations so he can help the actors
Romeo is the student choreographer and is also good at it but he’s hilarious
“I know you can’t do a jazz square, but imagine it as a drunk guy who can’t feel his feet trying to do the hokey pokey…yeah, exactly!”
“Maybe the six foot tall guy shouldn’t be paired with the five foot tall girl, one of you is going to get hurt…no I meant because she’s going to get mad that you’re less coordinated, short people are scary!”
everyone loves working with him
Spot does sound and he’s soo protective of his mics it’s not even funny
he doesn’t let anyone touch them
also has a crush on the lead but would never admit it
is the only reason the shows aren’t inaudible because the wireless mics are so bad
Race is the asshole lead who everyone can’t help but like
he knows he can sing and is pretty cocky about it but when he messes up he isn’t afraid to laugh about it
replaces lines when he can’t remember them which has led to some great improv scenes
Also has a crush on Spot but shows it by being obnoxious about mic tape and how much it hurts
Jack’s best friend
Specs helps move scenery during performances and he makes Sarah do it too
bonuses of Specs doing it is that the entire moving crew knows sign language so they don’t have to talk backstage
The cast party is awesome
It’s at Race’s house
Nobody’s quite sure how but somehow Spot and Race finally go together and made out for like an hour
Katherine and Sarah become friends
really intense Twister is played
also at some point there was a veggietales sing along
Request: will you do one where the reader is best
friends with the marauders and one day she starts talking about this guy she
thinks is cute and how she plans on getting to know him better and all of the
boys know Sirius has a secret crush on her so they’re all like “nonononono
we have to do something quick” and they set the reader up with sirius?
Y/N sits on the couch with a rather vacant
look on her face, grinning at nothing in particular. As the boys begin to
notice her, the conversation about the right way to polish a golden snitch –
led by James, of course – dwindles out and they turn to look at her with
varying degrees of concern.
Just to clarify, I don’t have some kind of beef with Solarpunk in particular. I just kind of… Do things like this.
In one setting, I rendered “We can rebuild him! We have the technology!” as “we can make him into a walking corpse held together with chewed gum and cybernetics! We… I dunno, I’m not sure, man. There’s been some clinical trials.” In another, we have well-established settlements on Mars… But the whole planet is a shitstorm of infrastructure problems, economic inequality, and diseases that no longer exist on Earth.
And then there was the time I actually considered doing a superhero story, just because I liked the idea of taking “radiation gives you powers” and putting a nominally more realistic spin on it by turning it in to “radiation doesn’t give you anything but radiation sickness, but those experimental nanomachines they put in your body to combat the cell damage sure gives you sick regeneration abilities.”
Taking an idea, and trying to find every single way it could go wrong. I do that a lot, even when I know I won’t realistically get around to a writing project based around the idea in question. The challenge is good for the mind, and the constant dissection of concepts is good for the writing! Everyone should try it out a few times, just for kicks.