dorky-glasses

The Zodiac Signs as People
  • Aries: White boys with straight teeth and blue eyes that can only see what they want to see. Blond hair that seems to do what it wants and somehow they look like artwork without even trying.
  • Taurus: Asian men in nice suits with golden watches and the latest technology, a wedding ring that looks like it's been polished. Chestnut colored eyes with short, black hair.
  • Gemini: Japanese women who have cute smiles that make their eyes close, that have an almost blind innocence about both the beauty in the world and the scorn.
  • Cancer: Tall boys with light dark skin and giant dorky smiles and dorky glasses that you just can't help but love, with flannels that are slightly too big for them cause they're so lanky, and the only big thing about them are their soft brown eyes.
  • Leo: Beautiful dark skinned women with tight curls that bounce around their faces, with beautiful amber eyes and full lips that grab your focus as they speak.
  • Virgo: Loving islamic women who wear their headscarves as not only a religious pieces but a fashionable beauty. With piercing eyes that delve into the deepest part of your soul as the simplicity to their appearance and the hidden aspects make it so much more elegant.
  • Libra: Bi-racial women who smile like the sun comes from directly inside them and the moon is their best friend. They have gorgeous curly hair and smaller brown eyes with thick lips and full figures that only they can pull of perfectly. Beautiful styles of blue hues and greens and looking like they've popped right out of the most professional photo one could possibly imagine.
  • Scorpio: Little Latina women who's eyes cut like knives and who's eyeliner wings look like they'll pick her up and fly away. Beautiful and sexy their voices can both soothe the soul and cause chaos in the heart.
  • Sagittarius: Indian boys with their caramel skin and big eyes that reflect the beauty of mountains, and black, scruffy hair on their faces.
  • Capricorn: Protective dark skinned men with heavy accents and large arms that are secretly giant softies at heart, with beautiful kind souls. (I always personally imagine them in a nice suit with a gold or mustard colored tie).
  • Aquarius: Tall pale-skinned women who smile like the Earth was the most beautiful plant and the wonder in their gray eyes makes you think they're hoping there's a next.
  • Pisces: Short lighter-skinned black girls with looser curls with bright eyes and wide smiles.

anonymous asked:

Could you write something where they try to see how long it takes scott to realize that theyre just pretending to date but then they realize that theyre not really pretending please and thank you!!

ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10756875

“I’m bored,” Stiles sighed.

“Hi bored, I’m Derek.”

“God that was literally a dad joke Derek. You’re the worst.”

Derek hummed in response, still not looking up from his laptop.

“I’m serious though I’m bored. Let’s do something.”

“Like what? Walk to the park and enjoy the weather?”

“Jesus Derek, you’re approaching Grandpa territory now. No, I mean like, a project or something.”

“A puzzle?” Derek suggested.

“Seriously Derek? No, we’re not going to put a puzzle together. I was thinking a long-term project. Let’s prank the pack.”

“The pack is 99% wolves, how are you going to trick them?”

“Scott may be a wolf but he’s still as oblivious as always. Please please please help me prank him,” Stiles practically whined, bouncing around the room.

Derek knew he would never say no to Stiles. Stiles could literally ask him for anything and Derek knew he would give it to him without a doubt.

“Fine. What do you have in mind?”

Stiles paced around the room for a bit until stopping in his tracks, sending Derek a grin that only meant that Derek would regret saying yes.

“Pretend dating.”

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Anonymous asked: (jock!dean & nerd!cas) Cas sending Dean one of those school anon flower valentines day things with a little personalized note (cough cough mean girls) but thinking he’s not going to notice his specially. Little does he know Dean sent one to him as well.

Castiel was staring at the bulletin board, his mouth dry and his heart hammering against his rib cage as he read the new announcement.

Valentine’s Day 2016 at Lawrence High

Anonymously send a rose with personal note to the one you desire, our cupid will deliver the message on Friday February 12th.’

There was more information about how and where to leave your message, but Castiel knew that he had to talk himself out of this horrible idea before he gave in. Because he was this close to actually doing it. This close to acting on his feelings, to throw caution to the wind. This close to finally doing something about his crush on the most popular guy in school.

“Hey, Cas!” A cheerful voice called his name from not too far away, and suddenly an arm was casually draped around his shoulder. “I can already tell what you’re thinking, and I think that you should go for it.”

Charlie Bradbury, Castiel’s best friend, was wiggling her eyebrows at him, nodding at the school’s special Valentine’s offer.

Castiel sighed, shaking his head. “It’s pointless, we both know that.”

“Oh come on, you won’t know for sure if you don’t try!” Charlie countered immediately, one of her hands ruffling Castiel’s hair. “And honestly, if I have to watch you pine after Dean Winchester for another year, I will end up needing therapy.”

“It is not funny.” Castiel grumbled, giving his friend a sideways glare.

“You’re right, it’s not.” Charlie agreed. “Therapy costs a fortune.

“Charlie!” Castiel warned, lightly smacking his friend’s arm as he continued to glower at her.

Charlie surrendered, holding up her hands, calling a truce.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry! I’m just saying, as a friend, that this is your chance, Cas. And it’s anonymous, so what do you have to lose, really?”

Castiel sighed, staring at the bulletin board again as he pondered that question.

“My sanity?” He offered after some time had passed.

Charlie shrugged. “Even better. If it doesn’t work out you can join me in therapy, maybe we’ll get a group discount.”

When Castiel reached out to reprimand her with another gentle slap to the arm, she moved out of the way before he could strike.

“Look, all I’m saying is, think about it. And before you start the whole he’s-popular-and-I’m-not argument again… It shouldn’t matter, as far as I know, Dean’s nice to everyone.” Charlie said, more serious now. “I gotta get to class, but I’ll see you at lunch, alright?”

Castiel muttered a goodbye in return when Charlie turned around and took off, feeling anxious as he considered the idea once more. The wise thing would be to forget about it altogether…

~

One week later, Castiel was deeply regretting the decision he’d made.

February 12th. He froze in his seat the second the door to the classroom opened in the middle of Math class. In walked Garth Fitzgerald, the janitor. Some students said that Garth wasn’t right in the noodle. When looking at him now, dressed in nothing but a giant white diaper with a pair of fake wings and a bow and arrow to match, Castiel suspected that they were right.

“I come bearing gifts.” Garth declared in a dramatic tone, holding up his right hand, the one that held at least fifteen red roses.

To make matters worse, of course it had to happen during the only class that Castiel shared with Dean. This was a scene taken directly from one of Castiel’s worst nightmares.

Garth was handing out roses here and there, and Castiel bit his lip, sinking lower in his chair, mortified. Jo Harvelle got one, and so did Victor Henriksen. Meg Masters got two, and Meg’s friend Ruby had scored three.

“Dean Winchester, six for you, the school record.” Garth whistled as he dumped the roses on Dean’s desk with an elegant hand gesture.

Dean frowned, green eyes narrowing. He looked sincerely surprised.

Castiel breathed out for the first time in what felt like ages, feeling a little defeated. Dean got six, of course. It wasn’t the first time that Castiel was reminded of just how doomed his infatuation with the guy truly was. He made up his mind there and then; he was never going to confess that one of those roses was his doing. Dean would never know that one of the messages came from Castiel, and everything would go back to normal.

“Castiel Novak, one for you.”

Castiel flinched when Garth’s voice was practically singing his name. Next thing he knew, a rose was placed on his desk. Almost all of Castiel’s classmates were staring at him, shock painted on their faces. Dean wasn’t one of them though, he was stiffly staring down at the roses on his own desk.

Garth had already moved on to another victim, and Castiel blinked at his rose, dumbstruck. There had to be some kind of misunderstanding. No one ever even paid attention to shy Castiel Novak with the dorky glasses.

Curious nonetheless, Castiel discreetly checked the card.

‘You’re awesome, don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise. PS: I think I could drown in your eyes, and I wouldn’t even mind if did.’

Castiel tried to hide a laugh. This had ‘Charlie’ written all over it. This was a typical case of Castiel’s best friend trying to make him feel better. He could appreciate the joke, and he was kind of thankful that she’d taken the time to make him feel like less of an outcast.

He decided to go find her as soon as class ended, so that he could thank her.

~

Charlie was at the library, using one of the school computers. Castiel grinned as he hugged her from behind, surprising her.

“Whoa, Cas. What was that for? You never hug unless it’s a matter of life or death.” Charlie accused as she turned her head, dragging her eyes away from the screen. “The last time you hugged me was back in kindergarten when my cat died.”

Castiel rolled his eyes. So perhaps she was right, but that was not the point.

“Very funny… I just wanted to thank you for getting me a rose, that was nice of you. The part about drowning in my eyes was impressive, especially considering that you’re not even into males.”

Charlie’s hands slid away from the keyboard, and she turned in her chair to stare up at Castiel, appearing to be completely clueless.

“Rose?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “That sure as hell wasn’t me… I sent you a friendship card, it should be waiting for you in the mail when you get home.”

There was no doubt that Charlie was speaking the truth; Castiel knew his friend well enough to detect when she was lying.

Castiel’s blood turned to ice. Someone had pranked him. Great. Predictable, but embarrassing all the same. Without thinking, Castiel rushed out of the library. He heard Charlie call after him, but he didn’t stop, aiming for some fresh air and some alone time instead…

~

It was chilly outside, even though the sun was struggling to break through the clouds. Castiel shivered as he took in the empty school yard. It wasn’t time for lunch break yet, which meant that he was alone. Perfect.

He made his way over to a group of trees, sitting down on a wooden bench that was still slightly damp. Putting down his bag, he took a deep breath. Now that he could think clearly, he realized that he was overreacting. It had simply been a prank, and whoever had pulled it, at least the message hadn’t included any mean or harmful words…

“Cas?”

Castiel nearly fell off the bench at the sound of that voice, deep and warm, calling his name so casually.

“Hello…” Castiel mumbled as he looked up into troubled green eyes. “Dean.” He added in an even smaller voice when he realized that this was probably bad news.

Like this, Dean was towering over him, and Castiel felt the need to get up to his feet as well, so that they at least were on the same level. When he did just that, Dean was even closer, and Castiel took a tiny step back.

Did Dean know? Had someone found out about Castiel sending him that rose? Castiel felt sick to his stomach at the mere thought.

“Can I talk to you, Cas?”

For reasons unknown, Dean sounded nothing like the confident guy that Castiel knew, and it was a bit unsettling.

“I… Yes, I guess.” Castiel permitted helplessly, trapped by both those eyes and the intense look on that handsome face.

Dean nodded, but stayed silent for a brief amount of time, as if collecting his thoughts. Castiel shamelessly used that pause to count the freckles on Dean’s nose, until he caught himself in the act and swiftly averted his eyes.

“Look, I think this whole anonymous thing with the roses is one big load of crap.” Dean suddenly stated out of the blue, breaking the silence and making Castiel look up at him again. “I mean, why send someone a message if you’re not even gonna tell them it’s you, right? Besides, it’s weird and awkward…”

Oh no… Dean knew. It felt like Dean’s gaze was boring right into Castiel’s very soul, digging up all of the secrets that he’d tried to keep hidden for so long.

Castiel contemplated running away and hiding in a cave forever, or moving to the other side of the country. Anything, something to get away from Dean Winchester, as well as impending humiliation. But Castiel was not a coward, never had been. He stood a little straighter, squaring his shoulders, a confession on his lips, just waiting to spill out.

“I’m sorry, Dean…” He apologized, loud and clear. “Sending you that rose was stupid, I know it was irrational, and I should’ve known that it would make you uncomfortable. I wasn’t thinking…”

The dumbfounded expression on Dean’s face that followed after, was not what Castiel had anticipated. This entire conversation was getting more confusing by the minute.

You? No Cas, I was talking about me!” Dean blurted out, face turning pink. “I sent you a rose… I think you’re cute, and smart, and your eyes are just… they’re gorgeous, okay? That’s what I’m trying to tell you, because otherwise what even would the point be, huh?”

Dean was grinning sheepishly, one hand rubbing the back of his neck as he waited for Castiel to say something.

Castiel couldn’t believe what he was hearing, shocked that Dean even knew he existed, let alone that he’d taken an interest in Castiel.

“So did you… Was I the only one who got a rose from you?” Castiel eventually questioned, not knowing what else to say.

Dean put his hand over his heart in mock offense. “Of course! I think one Valentine’s date at a time is enough, don’t you.” He winked at Castiel, and Castiel was officially lost.

“Y-You want to ask me on a date, Dean?”

“Yeah, I do…” Dean replied with a grin. “But first, I wanna know which one of those six messages was yours.”

Again, Castiel was reminded of his competition, but he suddenly felt less nervous. This was Dean, captain of the football team, the popular kid, yet he seemed genuinely vulnerable when talking to Castiel. It made Castiel confident enough to tease him a little.

“How about you guess which one it was?” Castiel said, tilting his head as he challenged Dean.

Dean weighed his options, squinting at Castiel. “Okay… Do I get a bonus if I guess it right away?”

Castiel laughed at Dean’s obvious enthusiasm. “You’ll see.”

Again, Dean was staring at him, as if trying to lift the answer straight from Castiel’s mind. Castiel gladly took yet another opportunity to map Dean’s freckles.

“Ha!” Dean shouted triumphantly, almost making Castiel jump. “It was the message that compared my freckles to the constellations, wasn’t it!”

Damn.

Lucky for Dean, Castiel wasn’t a sore loser. Dean had earned that bonus, fair and square. In a moment of extreme bravery, Castiel stood on his tiptoes and lightly kissed Dean on the lips. When Dean pulled him closer and started kissing him back, Castiel could tell that this was going to be the best Valentine’s day ever.

Victor DEFINITELY rambled about Yuuri to Makkachin before visiting Hasetsu.

He must’ve said stuff like “Oh Makkachin, he’s so adorable! He wears dorky glasses and clothes and even though hes gained a little weight he is still so handsome and his tushy is just the CUTEST thing! I think I love him!”

So when Makkachin jumped on Yuuri, all he was thinking probably was “OHHHHHHH YOU’RE MY HUMAN’S HUMAN!!!!!!! HE WAS RIGHT YOU’RE SO CUTE!!!!! AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!THANK YOU FOR MAKING MY HUMAN HAPPY!!!! I HOPE I CAN MAKE YOU HAPPY TOO!!!!! ARE THOSE MEAT BUNS I SMELL?????? YOU CAN COOK TOO????? WOW BEING YOUR DOG WILL BE GREAT!!!!”

Hardened by His Work

Request: “Hi! I was wondering if you could do a matt the radar technician imagine? Where the reader defends him from some storm troopers one day and after that he’s always by her side. Like he sits with her at lunch, changes shifts with people to work with her more, brings her her fave snack. He likes her but she has a sorry excuse for a boyfriend who doesn’t treat her right and matt confesses his feelings for her and tells her he would treat her way better? And then he also has to confess who he truly is”

Pairing: Kylo Ren (Matt the Radar Technician) x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Kylo is a lil cheeky at the end ;)

Originally posted by mylifeassara

“That’s it!” You encouraged, a proud smile on your face. “Just keep turning it clockwise until you hear a click.”

Matt’s brows were furrowed in concentration as he turned the wrench, his eyes widening as he heard the bolt click into place. A look of bewilderment stunned his features, his full lips slightly parted as he watched the machine’s mechanisms start to fire up, beginning to hum with power once again.

“I knew you could do it.” Your eyes glimmered as he stood, his tall figure standing as he emitted his triumph. He turned to you to thank you, but the words dissipated in his throat.

There you stood, a smudge of oil on your cheek, eyes bright and lively as you stared back at him cheerily. In the depths of the ship, where you were surrounded by wires and tiny dark walkways, your entire being was a glimmer of light. His eyes were drawn to the way your cheeks rounded with your smile, the slight pink tint almost matching your upturned lips at this point. Matt reached out wordlessly, using his thumb to wipe away the grease stain on your red cheek, his fingers lingering on the skin for a second too long before he dropped his hand.

“Thanks.” He uttered breathlessly.

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BNHA Age-Swap AU Headcanons

ME AND @guardianlioness were talking again and found ourselves IMMENSELY DISAPPOINTED by the lack of ageswap AU’s that take advantage of Deku Dad, so I am - that is to say, we are - here to correct that. (also, I’m not begging but PLEASE talk to us about this au because god we love it and we could probably go on for days)



  • So Deku is the no. 1 Hero of their society!! He and all the others like Uravity, Ingenium and even Grape Juice are staff at UA, the best hero school that side of the city
  • Toshinori is a Quirkless kid who got abandoned by his parents when he was young, and lives in an apartment by himself
  • He’s got a friend in Naomasa, and two more in Nana and Gran Torino (who are like older siblings to him), but he doesn’t have much in the way of physical possessions and since he’s Quirkless, people don’t generally notice him.
  • One day though, he gets caught up in trouble with a wanted criminal and it seems like there’s nothing he can do about defending himself when Izuku comes in to chase the guy off (he’d been looking for the villain for a while)
  • Since he’s out of costume, Toshinori doesn’t recognize him at first (although he does tell Toshinori that he’s a pro hero)
  • The villain gets away so Izuku walks Toshinori home while speaking to the police over the phone.
  • Eventually Toshinori realizes that Izuku is Deku and he kind of has an internal crisis because holy shit he just got rescued by his absolute idol
  • and like its revealed Toshinori needs somewhere to go (both for his protection since the villain is at large, and because he’s a minor living by himself with no documents or reasons as to why come on) and Izuku, who has taken a shining to this kid who wants to be a hero, decides he’s gonna take Toshinori in
  • So he does
  • Toshinori is baffled by this, and he’s convinced at first that if they know he’s Quirkless that Midoriya will leave like his parents did
  • But eventually Izuku puts it through his head that no matter what he will always have a place in their home
  • and eventually…. He tells Toshinori about the truth of One for All and his Quirk.

Putting more character and AU info under the cut because I feel bad about how long this is getting

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Last (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

Word Count: 1502

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

You and Peter Parker had been friends now for a very long time, eight years to be exact. In your eyes he was the perfect guy with his messy brown hair, cute dorky glasses and the adorable smile that appeared on his face whenever he saw you. Knowing he would only ever see you as his friend, you never attempted a relationship between you both. Never even told him your feelings, you didn’t want to lose him.

Peter was like a song that you could never ever get out of your head, on your mind everyday. There’s not been one day since you’ve met that you hadn’t thought about him at least once. Peter on the other hand, he had no problem not thinking about you romantically, well, that’s what you assumed anyway. He’s always going after girl after girl, from Mary Jane to Gwen to Liz. You knew you could never compete with those girls, all of them being smart, gorgeous and kind, well, maybe only Gwen on the kind part. 

But you knew you could never be what he wanted, you were the complete opposite of his type. You weren’t the smartest kid, you were just average with no talent to offer. The hair on your head didn’t look gorgeous everyday like the other girls, yours was always frizzy and often full of knots, you try to make it look nice but you’re far too lazy to spend time on your hair every morning. There were permanent dark circles under your eyes from those late night TV show marathons and you often wore nothing other than a simple jeans and t shirt combo. There was literally nothing exciting about you. You were kind to those who deserved it, not those like Flash Thompson who you didn’t have an ounce of respect for after all the kids he’s bullied over the years. 

But apart from being a nice person you had nothing to offer, there was no way Peter would ever like you the way you liked him. You often caught yourself day dreaming of what life would be like if you and Peter were together, being able to kiss him and hopefully be his last first kiss and being together for the rest of your lives. But you knew that was far from reality and not ever a probability, you were just the friend.


It was a Friday night and Peter had been invited to a party at Liz’s and somehow managed to drag you along with him. You had actually tried with your appearance tonight, brushing your hair and applying makeup since you had more time and were in the mood to walk in looking like a badass bitch. Maybe it was the fact that you knew girls who liked Peter were going to be there tonight and you feeling and looking confident was like your war paint going into battle. The cherry red heels you wore were clicking against the concrete as you and Peter made your way up Liz’s driveway, stuffing your hands into the pockets in your jacket to hide them from the cold air. 

You felt a little giddy tonight after Peter had complimented how you looked when you arrived outside his apartment before. He had told you that you looked breath taking and that was enough to keep a smile plastered on your face for the rest of the evening. You were glad you decided to wear jeans though, you couldn’t find it in yourself to wear a dress, no matter how hard you tried to look good tonight you weren’t prepared to freeze off your legs in this weather. 

“You ready Y/N?” Your friend asked, linking his arm through yours causing chills to travel down your spine at the touch. “As I’ll ever be.” Your confidence was wearing thin now, nervous to be in a room full of people whom you mostly disliked. But Peter wanted you to come with him so here you were, like a lost puppy obeying to his every command. You couldn’t deny you were lovesick for the boy.

Entering the house you found yourself inching closer into Peter, the crowds of teenagers let wild in the living room. The music was thumping so loudly that you couldn’t hear yourself think and sweaty bodies were grinding against each other on the dance floor. “So this is what a high school party looks like?” You looked up at Peter with an uneasy expression, this was going to be a long night. He chuckled at your reaction to the drunk teens and pulled you further along into the crowd.

Looking around you could see a kitchen where bottles of alcohol were lined up and a few people were doing body shots. You could have sworn you just witnessed some random guy taking a body shot off of Jen from your math class. Never would have pegged her for a party type. Peter’s eyes brightened a little as he saw something behind you. Curious to see what caused him to act like this you turned around to be face to face with Liz, oh god help me.

“Peter…and Y/N, it’s so nice to see you here!” You could evidently hear the fake excitement she had when she noticed you with Peter. You couldn’t help but stand up straighter, she was not getting anywhere near your guy tonight. You faked a friendly smile towards the girl as your friend on the other hand did the unexpected. “Wouldn’t miss it.” He was smiling so brightly at her as he gave her a friendly hug. You felt your heart drop at the sight in front of you, Liz noticing your changed emotions as she sent you a wicked smirk. Oh great this was gonna be one fun night.


Somehow you were dragged into a game of seven minutes in heaven along with Peter. You didn’t realize they played such primary school games at high school parties but you shrugged and followed your friend over to the group of people playing the game. It’s not like you knew anyone else at this party but Peter anyway.

Nervously taking a seat next to Peter on the ground you lean your chin against your knees, your nerves not doing a great job at hiding themselves. Peter was too busy staring at Liz to notice though, you could literally feel your heart breaking at this sight. He really liked this girl didn’t he? Suddenly Liz stood up gaining everyone’s attention. 

“Okay so, whose gonna be the lucky person to spend seven minutes in a closet with me tonight?” She held eye contact with Peter as she spoke, causing the boy to visibly gulp nervously. You considered getting up and leaving but didn’t want to ruin your friends night over a look a girl gave him. She wasted no time in spinning the bottle and just your luck it landed directly next to you, onto Peter.

You gasped bringing your hand up to your mouth, this was not happening. A huge grin appeared on both Peter and Liz’s faces and your heart was just breaking more and more by the second. This could not be happening. 

“I’ll be back soon, wish me luck!” He patted your shoulder before rising to his feet and following Liz down the hallway. You were shattered, completely broken. You’d never felt so much pain and such, rejection before, especially not from your best friend. Your eyes began to sting, you could feel the tears starting to fall. There was no way you could stay here whilst you knew the boy you were in love with was with Liz Allan in the other room. 

You quickly rose to your feet and sprinted out of the house, not giving a damn that you had no way of getting home. So be it if you had to walk, at least you had time to cry without anyone else seeing. Wrapping your arms around your body you tried to keep yourself warm but it was useless in this cold weather. You sniffled tried to wipe away your tears, but every time you tried your throat would rack up a sob and the tears would start up again.

It wasn’t long before your phone began to ring, you knew who it was but you didn’t care right now. You let it ring out, not caring if he was worried about where you were or what happened to you, he was the reason you were in tears. After your phone had rung for the fourth time you gave in and decided to send him a text so he would stop calling you.

Y/N: I’m fine, walking home. Please stop calling me.

You weren’t going to wait for his reply, turning off your phone and stuffing it into your pocket. The salty tears were still streaming down your face and you weren’t sure if they were ever going to stop. Why did you have to be in love with your best friend?

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The Edge of Seventeen Tag

Thanks for tagging me @cookiesimslp967!

Here’s the original tag post by @alwaysimming

rules: reimagine your founder (or a sim you made as an adult) as a teen! maybe even on prom night?


For this tag, we have my dearest Amara, a sim for a story im writing (which I haven’t updated in over a month). I won’t reveal too much about teen Amara because she’ll actually make an appearance in my story at some point. But, for the sake of this tag, i’ll throw in a few things. 

As a teen, I would say that Amara was sort of dependent on others in the sense that she would make decisions based on the opinions of others. For example, most of Amara’s fashion choices were heavily influenced by her ‘friends’ opinions, like trading in her ‘dorky’ glasses for contacts. She’s grown out of this for the most part, but when faced with difficult or important choices to make, she’ll still tend to lean on others a little. 

Dogs of Future Past - Part 24

Ooh yeah, another new part already! Another written part here…in which Greatest Dog takes a moment to reflect on their mission and a future back with Endogeny.

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Supercorp prompts: Kara and her love for food!

Though Lillian had never been exactly loving growing up, Lena had been remarkably close to her adoptive grandparents, spending much of her time off from school in their manor, spending holidays that Lex was away with the very people Lillian both spoke so fondly of and mostly ignored, often finding herself feeling lighter afterwards—feeling better.

(She sometimes wondered what had made Lillian so different, why her grandparents were so kind and tolerant and Lillian was so…Lillian.

She wondered, but she never went further than that, deciding she didn’t very much want to know if the variable that caused such a difference in parental style was Lena herself.)

When she was fifteen, she had spent nearly an entire summer with her grandparents, helping out her grandmother with odds and ends as her grandfather had fallen rather ill. She still could remember the afternoons she spent laughing as she and her grandmother attempted to make cookies though neither of them had experience with baking. It had always ended in chaos, the man who worked in the kitchens looking on at the flour caked hair and aprons riddled with raw eggs with poorly concealed amusement.

It was during one of those afternoons—attempting to make her grandfather’s favorite cookies—that her grandmother offhandedly joked that the way to anyone’s heart was through their stomach.

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modern au where chirrut is a reckless motorcyclist with sleeves of tattoos, from lines of mandarin to depictions of battles to his boyfriend’s name. he constantly makes excuses to do ridiculously dangerous tricks and stunts because of this conspiracy theory going around, that his boyfriend greatly disapproves of. baze, on the other hand, is visibly tall and muscular, but wears collared shirts and sweaters with bow ties and a big pair of dorky ass glasses. that isn’t to say he couldn’t beat the shit out of you, he just tends to hide behind his glasses and mutter his sarcasm under his breath, following and protecting his impulsive boyfriend.

5x Bruce Told Tony to be Quiet and 1x He Didn't

We all  love science husbands and when Tony fics are angst free so here ya go!

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“Say Bruce.”

“What is it Tony?” Bruce didn’t even look up from his desk, staring at the lay out for the weapons systems for the new QuinnJet. The Team had requested some pretty intense upgrades and he was struggling with the final plans. He just didn’t know how it would be possible to fit-

“Say, BRUCE.” Tony repeated louder.

“Yes.” Bruce sighed and sat back, rubbing his eyes. “Yes, Tony what is it?”

“So does, you know, being big and green make it difficult to date? Or do ladies really go for that?”

“Tony.”

“No I’m really asking here. You know, for science.” Tony’s eyes were sparking playfully even as he tried to keep a straight face. “Do you start the date all hulked out, or pull out the big guns after she’s back at your place?”

“Tony. I live here. The Tower is ‘my place’. And I’m sure everyone can vouch for me when I say I’ve never brought a woman back here.”

“Well, we have a Hulk-safe containment room. Nobody REALLY knows what you do in there.”

“That’s enough.” Bruce turned away to go back to working, and Tony frowned at his back.

“For a scientist, you sure aren’t open to discussing theories.

“ENOUGH Tony.”

Tony shut his mouth.

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This initially started out as just Pining!Keith stuff, but then it turned into Modern!HighSchool!AU stuff where Keith has basically gone an entire week trying to write a letter for Lance, and, in that time, Lance has managed to basically tag an entire wall with his desperate heartfelt pleas to ask Keith to prom.

Needless to say, it’s cliche and tacky and adorable