ending the week with a bang

cuddlykanin  asked:

WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT ALTERNATE ENDING XD MARGINAL OMG

Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all week.

Pfft. I was just having some fun. @mythmica made me do it. Blame her. (But also like that alternate ending was the reason I finally banged it out from being in my head to on paper so 👍)

going to college/university in gotham city would be so wild???

  • a student who forgets to sort out their accommodation until the last minute and ends up moving into mr freeze’s hideout because everywhere else in town is full. still beats dorms i guess.
  • the welcome assembly is 6 hours long and most of it is what to do if you encounter the joker or batman or some other hero or villain and how the police are essentially useless.
  • non-gothamite students being freaked out over why the gothamite students aren’t panicking when their campus coffee shop gets held up by harley quinn and poison ivy.
  • city-wide catastrophes are not an excuse for getting out of finals week.
  • the black market is incredibly easy to access in gotham and ends up getting used by students wanting to make a quick buck by writing other people’s essays or stealing answers off tests. beware ex-psychology professors who do not take kindly to cheaters.
  • not being sure whether the sound you’re hearing is an explosion somewhere in town or just your neighbor’s music at 3AM. 
  • did you just see nightwing pass by your window or are you hallucinating from lack of sleep? 
  • riddler crashes the university’s servers, causing untold fear and panic to the students who had left their essays to the very last minute to turn in.
  • iceberg lounge is to be avoided, the drinks are so damn expensive and the nightlife is usually lousy unless batman’s doing a raid on the place.  
  • any drunk student could easily be taken in as a new batman villain. one minute you’re at a fancy dress party having a good time, the next thing you know you’re waking up in a jail cell with a suspicious, batarang shaped scar and the tabloids calling you Donkey Girl. 
  • every student thinks they can be robin within the first two weeks of moving to gotham. this usually does not end well. 
  • seeing two-face chilling at mcdonald’s on your friend’s snapchat story and not even being surprised at this point. 
  • no need to set an alarm for a 14 minute nap, batgirl will probably come crashing through your window anyway. 
  • most people want to bang either someone from the batfam or the rogues gallery. some have even attempted it.
  • fear toxin is put in the vents one time but almost no one is affected. everybody is already terrified for exams. 
  • most dorm rooms have an “adopt me batman” sign hanging from the windows, or variations of that (”adopt me catwoman” is a pretty popular one too)
Gotta go fast

Context: Me and some friends were playing a version of Dungeon of Doom that was adapted for 5e. There was a Kenku Rouge, Bugbear Bardbarian, and me, a Wood Elf Monk with boots of speed.

DM: You open the door, there’s a stairwell. All of the steps seem magic.
Me: I take out my short sword and tap each of the steps as I go up.
DM: What’s your speed?
Me: 60, why?
DM: As you step onto the second step, your speed is doubled.
Me: Holy shit, is that permanent?
DM: It might. You loose control of your momentum and fly up the steps, hitting each step, each one doubling your speed. There’s an iron door at the end of the steps.
Me: how many steps are there?
DM: counting the ones you’ve already hit, 70.
Party: Well shit.
Me: I click my heels together and activate my boots of speed. If I’m gonna die I’m going out with a bang.
Party: Well fuck.
*Math ensues*
DM: Ok, so, at the bottom, you are traveling at 168843120476043.6*the speed of light.
Party: HOLY FUCK!
DM: Congratulations, Monk, you just caused the big bang. Everyone dies. Universe resets. We’re restarting next week.

K-Pop

Week Ending May 22nd, 2017

  1. Bangtan Boys
  2. EXO
  3. SEVENTEEN
  4. GOT7 +1
  5. Monsta X −1
  6. VIXX +2
  7. Twice +2
  8. SHINee −2
  9. BLACKPINK +1
  10. B.A.P. −3
  11. iKon +6
  12. Big Bang
  13. Girls’ Generation +1
  14. Red Velvet +1
  15. NCT 127 −2
  16. DAY6 −5
  17. f(x) −1
  18. NCT Dream
  19. Pristin
  20. Mamamoo −2

The number in italics indicates how many spots a name moved up or down from the previous week. Bolded names weren’t on the list last week.

Originally posted by girlgroupnetwork

Sorry I’m late, but here’s a little something for McHanzo Week 2017!

Day 1 - Morning || Night 

The dark days of Blackwatch and the Shimada clan - feat. a starry sky and two men destined to cross paths when morning comes.

HQ boys at the beach

                           (A little hint at NSFW but meh)          


                                         Karasuno

Hinata- Has like, nearly drowned 46 times trying to win a swimming contest against Kags

Kageyama- The fucking child is picking a fight with waves

Tsukishima- Like ??? He disappeared with Yamguchi hours ago?

Yamaguchi- Actually just chilling in a cove with Tsukki building a sand castle, multiple seagulls are attracted to him (they actually really like him) and Tsukki’s getting jealous of seagulls (jesus christ)

Sugawara- He never tans or burns he’s just there, if anything, he gets paler. Nearly drowned the first years in sunscreen when they arrived. Tanning (attempting) with Daichi.

Daichi- Cracking dad jokes to strangers (they laugh anyway?? Suga’s done.) Man tans like crazy, although a NICE tan. (you could cut diamonds with those glistening abs let me tell you.)

Noya- Can’t reach the order window of the snow cone truck, forces Asahi for carry him, been mistaken for Asahi’s child for god knows how many times. Poor thing nearly cried when he dropped his cone.

Asahi- Nearly escorted off the beach twice in 30 minutes, shared Italian ice with Noya. WAS ACTUALLY HIT ON BY THESE TWO REALLY HOT GIRLS AND WAS SO CONFUSED. HELP THIS CHILD. (NOYA WAS NOT HAVING IT MHM)

Tanaka- Tried to impress girls by showing them his back muscles and flexing, all of them burst out laughing because Ennoshita drew a dick with sunscreen on his back and tanned there

                                               Nekoma

Kuroo: Actual 5 year old, fell into the sand like 8 times, sat next to Kenma for the most part

Kenma- Actually hissed when his toe got into the sunlight, underneath a beach umbrella on his PSP the entire time (actually making sure Kuroo doesn’t kill himself)

Lev- Had gotten asked over 13 times already if he was kidnapping the small child he was bugging next to him (Yaku)

Yaku- Life guards thought he was a child multiple times and reminded him multiple times not to go into the water above his waist, ready to fight someone at this point.

                                              Fukurodani

Bokuto- Had a breathing contest with Kuroo underwater, passed out halfway through, forced Akaashi to judge and was nearly murdered in the end.

Akaashi- Chills with Kenma complaining (fondly) on the idiot boyfriends, was dragged out of the shade by Bokuto and got sunburned immediately, nearly murdered him, RIP Bokuto. Sulked to Kenma when Bokuto was flirted with, ran off with Kenma because Bokuto embarrassed him by screaming how good he looked his swimsuit (save him)

                                               Aoba Johsai

Iwaizumi- Buried Oikawa under the sand when he started to brag how good he looked, no ones seen both of them in awhile

Oikawa- Still underneath all the sand with only his head poking out, complained till ‘Iwa-chan’ gave him a kiss, had this sappy ‘watching the sunset back moment’,

Matsukawa- Totally looked up dick butt memes with Makki and drew them in the sand

Hanamaki- Told Mattsun, “A guy like you is rarer than any pepe.”, totally got banged into the sand, (Ended up ruining the sand sketch, had sand burns for a week)

Kyoutani- Ignoring everyone pretty much and playing with the dogs that are there

Yahaba- HAS TO ASK THE OWNERS IF KYOUTANI CAN PET THEIR DOGS BECAUSE KYOUTANI’S TOO AWKWARD

Haikyuu Fics

kagehina:
> dork realises his feelings towards smol ball of sunshine
> two childern holding hands
> “dumbass!” freeform

iwaoi:
> 94% angst
> 5% cuddles + angst
> 1% did i mention angst in the tags bc there’s angst
(bonus: major character death)
> AU galore
+ “rude, iwa-chan!”

daisuga:
> I AM STRAIGHt well hello there
> 40% sinnamon suga

asanoya:
> oh shit i like him but he’s like a friend to me and friends don’t do that what do i do and oh god here he comes i am totally not freaking out - asahi

bokuroo:
> bro
> dude
> man
> we should fuck

tsukkiyama:
> shut up yamaguchi i love you
> the fluff is strong in this one

bokuaka:
> AKAAAASHI I LOVE YOU or *bokuto hiding behind kuroo everytime he sees akaashi bc he can’t handle his feelings* - there is no in between
> the shitty (but effective) matchmaker kuroo tetsurou
> flustered owls + pda

kuroken:
> NOTICE ME KENMA
> “one minute, i need to clear this round”

ushioi:
> sin
+ a surprising amount of teeth rotting fluff
> ushiwaka

kurodai:
> flustered daichi/kuroo
> nerds @ college AU
> “holy shit those thighs” - kuroo

kurotsukki:
> sNARKy fluff
> saltyshima supreme
> ya’ll need bibles

matsuhana:
> creampuff duo
> meme team ft. friendship & mutual banging

Swear Jar

It’s been way too long since i’ve written fanfiction and SuperCorp just had to drag my whipped ass down that hole again

Based on a prompt i saw on tumblr a long time ago about Kara actually having a swear jar for Lena and after a night together Lena just shoves her credit card inside… If anyone knows the post please tell me so I can amrk it here! 

It’s also on AO3 :http://archiveofourown.org/works/9567863


The first sign Lena Luthor had become a constant in their lives comes on a Saturday morning.

It’s subtle, it really is, and it takes Alex longer than she likes to admit to see. She doesn’t notice at first, when she uses her key to open Kara’s apartment door and heads straight to the kitchen after her sister’s greeting.

Kara’s not even surprised, it’s Saturday, which means breakfast together. And it’s the third Saturday, which means blueberry pancakes. And by the stack of fruit currently sitting on top of the counter, she hasn’t forgotten what day it is.

(She never does, it’s food after all.

Alex should really stop hoping her sister ever would.

Because it usually leads to an expletive from her and there are only a certain amount of one dollar bills Alex carries around.)

“I heard that!” Kara exclaims, pointing a finger at her sister and giggles when Alex retrieves her wallet from her pocket to fish for a note

‘Get exchange’, she adds on her mental list right after ‘buy Maggie’s vegan ice cream’ and ‘convince Maggie to watch The L Word with me’.

(“Danvers, I adore you, but I can only go through that once.”)

It’s when she notices. She would really like to say she reacted in a better way; she would really like to say she just smirked knowingly and continued the day. But no, of course it didn’t happen that way. She gasped and chuckled, then proceeded to cough for a whole minute trying to cover it.

Because right in between the ‘Cooler Danvers’ and ‘Mags Swags’ jars rested another one. Belonging to no one other than Lena Luthor.

Lee :)

And Alex should have seen it coming, because there’s only a reasonable amount of fake interviews Kara could come up with before just admitting she just wanted to hang out with the woman. Fucking Maggie.

“I heard that too!”

She puts two dollars into her jar before adding ‘pay five bucks to Maggie’ in her mental list. She should’ve have seen it coming.

She tries not to think about the jars that had already taken place besides hers. Tech Nerd; Better Lane; Jimmy Bravo; Mon-El. She thinks about how hers it’s the only one around. She really hopes those two others stay this time.

**

The first time she actually sees it happening is during game night the following week.

Lena sits on the other side of the counter, directly in front of Alex, her expression nothing like the one she saw when the woman arrived. Any resemblance of a smile gone from her face and she stares back at Alex.

Winn and Maggie are already out of this hand and the Luthor waits for Alex to decide if she’ll cover it.

“I’ll cover it.”

And it’s when James and Kara come to join them, Kara handing a glass of wine for Lena, hand resting at the small of her back. Alex sees the look Maggie gives her and the raise in her eyebrows. She chooses to ignore both.

Lena downs her hand, smug smile already on her lips, and okay, Alex has to admit she’s growing fond of the woman in front of her. Especially when Kara is looking at her like that.

But when Alex copies her, she’s sure no one but herself and Kara heard the fainted “shit” coming out of her mouth and an audible gasp from her sister. Lena doesn’t budge, but lets out a sigh and leans in, stretching her arm towards her jar. She tucks in a ten dollar bill before looking back at Kara, raised eyebrow in a silent question. A frown appears in her face but she nods nevertheless.

“Saving for the rest of the night.” Lena explains before looking at Alex once more. “I’ve finally found a rival on poker.”

By the end of the night, Lena adds two extra dollars in her jar and Alex slips her own five in hers.

**

“How long until those two bang?” Maggie asks her later, when James and Winn had already left for good twenty minutes, after dragging Alex out of the apartment and the poker tournament her girlfriend indulged with Lena.

“What?”

“Your sister and Lena.”

“What!”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t see.”

“You know what; I’m not talking about it.”

“I give them two months.”

**

The second time it happens is three weeks later, when Maggie finally had some time off of work and it was one of those nights the DEO didn’t need Alex or Supergirl.

Maggie curls against her side, hand automatically wrapping around her shoulders and a lingering kiss against her temple.

This time, when the two arrived for movie night, a sheepish Kara opening the door to let them in, Alex reaction was smoother.

Way smoother.

But the sight one the one and only Lena Luthor sitting in her sister’s couch, flannel pajama pants (which she was rather sure it was her sister’s) and loose t-shirt, was definitely not one she was expecting to see.

(She ignores the huge grin on her girlfriend’s face and drags her to the loveseat after grabbing two bottles of beer.)

“No horror movies!” Kara shouts from the kitchen.

“No romances either!” Alex shouts back. “Do you know what we should watch?” The urge to grin is too strong and she ends up with a huge smile towards her glaring girlfriend.

“Alex, no.”

“We should watch The L Word.”

“No!” The exclamation comes from both Lena and Maggie at the same time and they share a knowing look.

Kara comes back from the kitchen, ice cream for herself and glass of wine for Lena, to find her sister laughing at the exasperation in the other two faces.

The one who recovers first is Lena, sitting up straighter and sighing before looking at Alex.

“Look, it’s a classic and basically every non-straight girl has watched it, but once was enough watching that shit.”

“Lena.”

“I’ll put a dollar on it next time I get up, don’t worry.”

They settle down with Orphan Black, after all, and if Alex notices her sister’s hand on Lena’s thigh, she doesn’t mention. Neither does she mention the way they lean into each other after thirty minutes. Or how, by the end of the second episode, Kara’s head is dropped in Lena’s shoulder, the latter letting her hands run through the other’s hair.

She also ignores the ‘they’re definitely banging’ Maggie whispers against her ear before she gets up to get herself another beer.

**

Third time happens after a very distressed Kara arrived at the DEO pacing and rambling about how Lena freaking Luthor knew.

(Of course she did; Alex thinks everyone does.

Kara does a very poor job at hiding it.)

But her sister is going crazy in front of her because she thinks Alex is going to hate her for letting her secret slip like that.

Instead, Alex shrugs, it was bound to happen sooner or later, and she would kill someone before telling them she rather liked Lena.

(She was really good at poker and could handle her alcohol. That was enough.

The fact that she made Kara smile like that was nothing but a bonus.)

When Alex put a stop to her pacing, hand on her shoulder, she was met by a pout and puppy eyes. How could she be mad after that?

And when she just smiled and told Kara to pick Lena Luthor up and bring her in to sign the NDA, Kara hugged her, a tad too tightly, not that she would mention it to her excited sister, and flied off.

(They came back an hour later, Lena blurting out a different expletive every time Alex showed her another room. Every time to be met with a scold from Supergirl.)

**

Maybe Alex should consider giving Kara’s apartment key back.

Because on a Saturday, four weeks after the last incident, she lets herself in, bags of groceries swinging as she uses her ankle to close the door behind her.

(It’s scrambled eggs and bacon day and two years ago she learned Kara could eat at least a dozen eggs.

And grocery shopping isn’t her best skill.)

The first sign this Saturday isn’t like the others is the lack of cheerful greeting from a very excited Kara Danvers as soon as she opened the door. The opposite, to be honest, it is way too quiet for her sister to even be home. When she starts questioning that maybe there was a Supergirl emergency she hears a loud thud coming from Kara’s bedroom.

It leads her to the second sign. A black purse lying down at the counter, coat haphazardly thrown by the side. Both not her sister’s.

And Kara comes running from the hallway, blushed cheeks and disheveled hair, just pulling down an oversized shirt over. Third sign. And she wanted to scream in frustration because Maggie has been winning most of the bets so far.

“Alex! What are you doing here?”

“It’s Saturday.”

“Is it?”

She puts the grocery bag down on the counter and looks at her sister. Kara fidgets under her gaze. She should go. And leave the key behind.

But then, tentative footsteps come from the hall and when she looks over, Lena Fucking Luthor stands there, unbuttoned shirt barely reaching the middle of her thighs. When she catches the stare, the change is unbelievable. Gone is the woman who was just caught off guard and standing there was the CEO, raised chin and long confident steps until she reaches for the coat.

“Lena?” Kara asks but she just smiles and takes her credit card off the pocket.

She’s not doing it, she’s not going to, oh, she did it. No! No, this is more than I needed to know.

“Before I forget.” She puts it inside her jar and, at least, blushes a little when she sees the look Alex is giving her, before she goes back to the bedroom.

Kara looks like a mess, pretty much a broken mess gasping for air and blushing up to the tip of her ears.

Because, fifth sign, next to ‘Lee :)’ is a fourth jar. Puppy Danvers. Alex counts maybe half a dozen bills shoved inside before tearing her eyes away.

“I’ll call next time.” Kara blushes harder, and she thinks this morning broke her sister. Kara squeaks a hurries goodbye and once she’s outside, she hears the door being locked from the inside. Not very helpful now.

Finish Hank’s report; pick up clothes at the laundry; clean my eyes with bleach; give Maggie ten doll-twenty, give Maggie twenty dollars. Maggie was right, Lena Luthor was definitely a black lace kind of woman.

Buy two bottles of bleach.

"Proper Fancied"

Request: Can i request a remus x reader where its after a full moon and she’s helping him to his dorm with the marauders but her dorm is first so shes about to go in but they all hear the other girls making fun of her (kind of like look at me I’m sandra dee) and they let it slip that she has a crush on remus? Thanks I love your log btw ❤️

Pairing: Young Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Crude language, sort of angst? Manly loving, lots of worrying, not much fluff ngl and a bit of a sadistic reader (you’ll see)

Word Count: 2399

I tried to make it cute but I did do this on separate days so it sort of turned? I honestly had no idea what happened since I tried to make it very light-hearted and Marauder-y! But please do enjoy this whirlpool of a shitstorm~ Don’t be afraid to give me your opinions either xx.


It’s the worst one you’d seen yet.

James had rushed into your dormitory not long back – they always seemed to somehow get past the magical slide - and had promptly dragged you out of the room without any explanation despite your frantic complaints of his sudden actions.

You were just about to clamber into your bed, the rest of the gals were Merlin knows where (they never really invited you with them that much, but you didn’t particularly care, you had four brilliant friends that meant the world to you), meaning you were still in some oversized shirt that probably belonged to Peter or one of the boys and some ridiculous looking pumpkin patterned shorts. Not the greatest of looks you had to admit.

“-James! What-what’s going on?” you hastily questioned as you nearly tripped over a step, his long legs striding further than yours could ever reach. His hair was in an horrendously disheveled state that you’d never seen since he had attempted to comb his curls back in your 3rd year. “Moony, he-” James choked out and your heart leaped as you realized that-

Oh my Merlin, he’s crying? What’s happen to Remus?

With the resolve of the determined Gryffindor you were, you halted, grasping a moving James by his broad-woahwhendidhegetthisbroad- shoulders and gently shook him. “James, calm down love. Breathe, tell me what’s happened before you drag me to my death?” You gave him a comforting smile, still keeping the wit in your voice, the last thing you want is an even more panicked James. He never worked well when he was crying; it always ended up with blurred vision, tripping, walking into walls and intensive hiccupping that resembled the squeak of polishing trophies that Filch made us do every week.

James shoved his glasses up on his head and wiped his face dry, “Its Moony- he,” sniffle “-it’s the worst its ever been, he’s proper banged up, we’ve messed up,” he looked up, his guilty eyes puffy and red, “Y/N, I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

You completely forgot, it was the full moon that night. The boys never let you join in their animagi antics and to be frank you didn’t want to see someone you admired so much in unbearable pain. You knew Remus didn’t like you seeing him when his furry problem came about, he didn’t want you to worry nor see him in such a weakened state. Your feelings towards the sandy haired boy didn’t even waver when he first admitted it you, it even grew; you just felt so flattered and grateful that Remus trusted you enough to tell you.

If only I could do the same for him, feelings are ridiculous, I have decided.

You both hastily arrived at the hospital wing in record time and you had promptly burst into a sobbing puddle as you saw your Remus-abravestrongwonderfulboy- just laid there limp and so fragilebrokenscarred. Remus’s head rested on the pillow, a horrendous jagged scar slashed over his nose, barely skimming across his skin, the mark an enflamed red.

You collapsed onto the stools next to Peter, holding onto the shaking boy for dear life, his arms pulling you into the comforting embrace you certainly needed. Bless this boy, he definitely knew how to make you feel better.

And that’s where you stayed the whole night, hunched over a stool, one hand holding Sirius’s and the other tenderly grasping Remus’s. You all had to leave early morning however to escape the wrath of Madame Pomfrey if she ever found out we snuck in to see her most fragile patient. The four of you, minus Remus who still hadn’t woken up, dragged yourselves up to the Gryffindor Common room still half asleep with James mumbling something about hippogriffs taking McGonagall hostage and a giggling comment at your pumpkin shorts.  You had successfully snuck back into your dorm, the boys making sure to walk you there like they always did, then proceeded to shuffle to their own shared room. Slipping into your bed was no problem, your roommates were deep asleep and hopefully too smashed from last night to notice you weren’t in your bed.

You all did the exact same that night too, tiptoeing down to the hospital wing in the middle of the cold September air just to huddle by Remus’s side. You never pressed the boys to what had happened, you were curious but you didn’t want to know what danger they accidently placed themselves in.

Staring down at Remus’s face, the wound no longer looked sore or reddened but it looked much more calmed yet tender. This was definitely going to leave a particularly nasty scar. You were slumped on Remus’s right side, your head nestled in the crook of your arm, the hand mindlessly stroking Remus’s hair whilst the other drawing circles on the sheet. You couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard you tried, instead your absent mind whirled with thought preoccupied with the boy laid unconscious before you. The Madame said he had awoken earlier but his body needed the sleep so he kept drifting off asleep every so often.

The boys were all deep within their dreams, their slight snoring somehow calming you slightly. Your eyes heavily shut, stained from them being open for so long when clearing of a throat snapped you awake. Glancing down, your eyes met the tired, but familiar hazel azure that was Remus’s.

“Hi.” You softly greeted, trying hard not to choke up and cry in front of the boy. Remus gave you a tired smile despite how painful it must be to move his face, Hi Y/N.” His voice held a sore rasp to it but it sounded wonderful saying your name.

“How you feeling Moony?” You whispered, your voice shaking and you were well aware that the hand that was stroking his hair was now trembling ever so slightly. “Just a bit peachy.” Remus let out a little chuckle and you couldn’t help but snort amusement, “You look like you dueled Grindelwald and you’re ‘just peachy’, you absolute numpty.” you shook your head lightly in mock exasperation as Remus shook his light-heartedly.

“Well I you must know, I definitely feel better with you here.” Your hand faltered their strokes in his sandy locks and Remus suddenly cleared his throat, “-you all here, I mean. I appreciate it.” He quickly clarified as he glanced at the other boys slumped around him, his eyes filled with fondness and love that nothing in the world could ever compare.

You didn’t know what words to say to him after that so you left it, leaving the room in a comfortable silence with only the soft breaths and snores of the boys to fill the room. Ever so gently, they lulled your mind to peace and your eyelids shut with you fast asleep.


The next morning consisted of waking up to Peter crying over Remus, Sirius launching into an apologetic speech and James prodding your cheek rather uncomfortably, simply finding childish enjoyment of watching them squish together as drool unattractively dripped out of your mouth. You weren’t very happy to say the least.

When the lads all had their little sob sesh with a very overwhelmed Remus, it was our job to help support him up to the dorm room before the students filtered down for breakfast. All the way in Gryffindor Tower. The opposite side of the castle.

What followed was a lot of cursing; “merlin’sleftballsac-

A lot of fake reassurance; “I got this! I got this, yep I defi-igotthis-!”

A lot of complaints; “Why do you weigh so much! You’ve been snacking on the pork pies again haven’t you Remus.”

“Y/N why are you just standing there and not helping?”

“…I’m the visual motivation that keeps you going..?”

Slowly, but surely, you managed to support him through the portrait hole and up the dormitory stairs. However the boys were determined to see you to your dorm first as James calls it “A tradition for our lovely Y/N to show that we Marauders can too, be gentlemen!”

You all heaved yourselves up the girl’s stairs and made a few confusing twists and turns to your specific dorm room, Peter unlinking his arm from yours and dramatically bowing down to you as you let out a snort of delight. You thanked the boys generously and hastily, and you opened your door but paused when your name was called. Turning around you were met with the boys looking almost insulted. You raised a confused eyebrow, “What?”.

 “Didn’t think you’d actually go without a marauder hug!” James wiggled his eyebrows and a wide smile split open on your face, their hugs always were the cure to your low moods. You dived into his open arms as he rocked from side to side, his curled hair stuffing itself into your face. Peter was already hugging you dearly by the time James let go and you couldn’t help but laugh when Sirius lifted you away from him in his loving arms.

“Merlin Y/N! You’ve been snacking on them pork pies as well haven’t you!” Sirius joked as he put you down and you grumpily hit his arm, ignoring his string of apologies. He knew you loved him really. You turned to the last hug.

Remus stood by himself, no longer supported by the Quidditch fanatics, his arms wide and a knowing smile on his face. His hands motioned you to come close and you gently slid into his hug, careful not to hurt any of his wounds. The hug was warm and secure and you knew that your feeling for Remus were no longer a silly crush that you had dubbed in your mind. You’d never think of Sirius or Peter or James in the same way you viewed Remus, you felt selfish and guilty though, hiding your feeling in the form of being “just best mates”.

Suddenly, you heard a very mocking laugh which broke you and Remus from your hug. You turned to the sound to realize it was only your roommates and it came from the slightly ajar door you left open. You gave the boys an apologetic look, but before you could actually apologies, another voice you recognized as Denise echoed throughout the hallway.

“Y/N’s probably fucking one of them now and I’ll bet you two galleons that it’s Black.” Her claim was followed by a fit of giggling and followed by stunned silence from us. None of us made a sound, too shocked by what just had occurred.

“Nonononono! I saw her rushing out with Potter the other night and she hasn’t even slept here for the past couple days. My money’s on Potter.” The high scratchy pitch that had replied was Tracey, the sound of rustling and rummaging could be heard followed by a triumphant “Aha!”. The girls let out “oooohs” and snickers as you heard Mellissa mockingly clear her throat.

“Ladiiesss and gentlemen! May I present the atrocious wardrobe that is Y/N L/N.” She sang and your throat closed up, you knew you never had the best of clothing choices and you couldn’t believe they were rummaging through your stuff!

“Look at me~ I galivant like I’m a marauder, and I act as if I’m the next best thing since water~” She crooned, giggling as she presumably ridiculed me across the room. Denise let out a loud laugh, wheezing so bad she resembled a dying whale, she interrupted Mellissa’s singing with a wave of her hands.

“That’s Remus’s shirt and all! She’s definitely screwing Lupin, only someone like him would pity her.” She cackled and you felt fury blaze in your blood but before you could storm in there to show her a piece of your mind, Tracey’s words impacted you the most.

“Well she did say she proper fancied Remus.”

Embarrassment, humiliation and most of all, shame shot through your body as tears brimmed your eyes. You could see Peter look uncertainly between the door, Remus and you but you didn’t want to see the sandy haired boy’s reaction. You didn’t want to see his disgusted expression. You strutted forwards, your thoughts whirling with numerous plans of revenge.

“Excuse me gentlemen, I have three cunts to dispose of.” Rage ignited within you and you ignored Sirius’s warning before you stormed into the room, magically locking the door behind you. A string of furious hexes left your mouth and chaos ensued the room a few seconds later.


It was rather satisfying, letting your feelings out.

You sat on your bed rather giddily, surrounded by some of your favorite treats from the numerous times you snuck out to Hogsmeade, a couple fashion magazines and a nice warm mug of Butterbeer you got one of the house elves to fetch you.

You were in the middle of reading why Jobberknoll feathers wouldn’t complement your skin tone when you heard an owl pecking at your window. You gave the bird an exasperated look from across the room but shifted all your stuff to the side before making your way to the window located on the opposite side of the room.

You passed Denise who was intensely looking at you in fear, her usually golden hair half singed off, now a horrid neon yellow and a feather magically tickling her feet, however she was helpless; Frozen by the full body-bind curse you had sent her way, leaving her needing to squirm and laugh, yet unable to do so.

You let out a delighted hum as you stepped over a ‘‘Petrificus Totalus’’ed Tracey who was sporting a rather unattractive green hue with purple boils, and made your way over to the window. Unlatching it you saw that the owl had a note attached to its leg, you gave the cute thing a little treat and you had noticed its eye was looking confusingly behind you. You turned around and snorted, understanding its immense confusion.

“Don’t worry love, you’re not seeing things, she’s human.” You reassured the brown beauty, referring to Mellissa who strung up- upside down and was covered in feathers from head to toe and had antlers sprouting out of her forehead- she too placed in a full body-binding spell. You shut the window and trotted back to your bed, sliding under the warm covers and unfolded the dainty note.

“Don’t worry Y/N, I ‘proper fancied’ you too. xx”

Imagine a room full of Naruto and his clones surrounding Kishimoto, talking all at once.

“Sensei, when are you going to let me meet Sasuke?!”

“No Sensei I won’t tell you how soft Sasuke’s lips are, never”

“His hair though. Sensei, thank you for giving Sasuke the softest hair." 

"But Sensei why did you have to let him grow his bangs out and wear that onesie outfit" 

"No I’m not complaining, Sasuke is the definition of perfection" 

“My favorite part of the story is him feeding me” 

“Oh shut up. My favorite part is where he used fushashuriken. That’s so cool”

“Excuse you, the Sharingan is always the bestest”

“Bestest isn’t even a word, Dobe” 

“Only Sasuke has the right to call me Dobe, clone!”

“Says the clone himself!”

“Shut up clones. Sensei! The time in the Land of Waves where Sasuke nearly died traumatized me how dare you!!”

"Wait is that Sasuke finding me in a hotel?! I never knew he’s that concerned about me?!”

“Aww Sasuke as a child is so cute”

“No more Tsukiyomi on Sasuke. Just no.”

“Sensei please. The pain from the curse mark is too much for him.”

“Sasuke nearly kissed me before he left???”

“What do you mean Sasuke doesn’t appear in the following chapter, you can at least have me thinking about him”

“Sasuke half-hugging me! Yesss!! Perfect reunion!”

“More shooting star scenes!! Please!!”

“Look what you’ve done to me Sensei, I can’t sleep. All I think about is Sasuke.”

“No homo, but how did you know I often imagine naked Sasuke beside me in the public bath”

“Sensei you’re a genius. Matching necklaces is the greatest concept ever.”

“Sensei, it’s OK if you mix up the Konoha symbol with the ninja-alliance symbol, but it’s NOT if Sasuke isn’t drawn right. His bangs didn’t cover his forehead before Itachi died, remember?”

“Can we have one more flashback on Sasuke meeting me by the river? Pretty please? I miss young Sasuke”

“Agh I want to fight him. Now. How much longer til the ending Sensei”

“Aesthetic: Sasuke worrying about me. Me.”

“My mom and his mom are friends?! For real?!”

“Can I frame the ‘my one and only’ panel on my bedroom wall please”

“No I won’t stop saying the word Sasuke”


Kishimoto: …please leave me alone (how did I fit so much gayness into one manga)

The SMH as stuff I've done during finals week 2017
  • Bitty: Came up with the nobel-worthy innovation of putting samoas girl scout cookies into brownies when I should've been writing papers
  • Jack: spontaneously cut myself some swoopy bangs
  • Shitty: encouraged my friend to get an undercut
  • Lardo: realized I own like forty kinds of pen/marker
  • Ransom: alternated between packing and studying and cleaning in intervals that made it difficult to be efficient at either
  • Holster: tried to motivate myself by putting on my broadway playlist, ended up just singing along
  • Nursey: longed for a time machine to smack some sense into certain literary theorists
  • Dex: while cleaning my cafe for the summer, volunteered to get a screwdriver and take down the magnetic poetry board we all hate cause the word magnets fall down and get into the vacuum
  • Chowder: hugged my IKEA shark & cried a little
  • Tango: "Siri, how much caffeine is lethal?"
  • Whiskey: got so deep into writing a paper in another language that I forgot the word "cheese" in English for a few seconds
  • Ford: contemplated deleting groupme to free myself from all group projects
  • Johnson: started writing this post
it was just a matter of time- riarkle headcanon

-Riley and farkle move away for college because they got into colleges hella close to eachother (because of course they did)

 -Maya and lucas move in together too cuz lucas is going to vet school 30 min away from where maya goes to art school

-So they rent an apartment

-So what do you do when you buy an apartment together? you furnish an apartment together

-Farkles parents basically ruffle his hair and toss a credit card at him when he tells them so riley decides that just this once she can take advantage of the situation

-Riley is very into interior design

-Farkle is very into riley

-So he just kinda agrees with her on everything and she designs a BANGING apartment

-At one point she goes into a pottery barn and goes “ill take that” to the salesclerk

-“What, the chair?”

-“No. the room.”

-It ends up looking fantastic because of course it does

-So college starts, riley is an overachiever of course and takes way too many classes and is constantly sleep deprived

-Which means Riley falls asleep on Farkle a lot and one time when she falls asleep on the couch surrounded by textbooks Farkle picks her up and puts her in bed

-She calls him superman for a week after she realizes what he did

-Farkle and riley facetime Lucaya at one point and lucaya’s like “lol they’re so in love”

-Oh! yeah

- so farkle is always getting into situations that require riley to save him

-“Riley please help I lied to the cool frat guys and told them i was dating someone will you pretend to be my girlfriend for a night thank you I love you”

-He gets into these situations on purpose tho obviously

-One time Riley breaks her left arm slipping on ice and Farkle takes care of her a lot (smoothies and carrying stuff for her because she is a c r y b a b y )

-And another time Farkle has an emotional breakdown over not being the best and Riley comforts him and they fall asleep in each-others arms

-Fast forward a few months and Ok Lucas and Maya  are getting MARRIED What the FUCK theyre so young??? Whatever lets support it wait it’s a destination wedding what the FUCK just be my date (There’s one bed in the hotel room motherfuckers you know what that means…. Hardcore cuddles get ur mind out of the gutter smh) (They slow dance at the reception and then they’re super buzzed and KISS and stare at each other for a long time and then the song ends and they never talk about the kiss)

-Oh and one time Riley gets stalked by this really creepy guy and Farkle to the rescue (he puts on like 6 jackets and follows the guy down the street at night and pushes him up against a wall and says in a really deep voice ‘stay away from riley.” and the guy goes running and never bothers riley again)

-So after freshman year Cory asks if they’re going to be living together forever and Riley just shrugs and says “i don’t see why not”

-Fast forward and they go to a halloween party sophomore year and Theres an apple bobbing station and Farkles like “remember when I saved your life twice” And riley kisses his cheek and goes ‘my hero’ and their friends see this

-and said friends make them make out in truth or dare

-Riley wants to talk about it the next day but farkle just says ‘just forget it Riley, Its nothing” because he thinks that Riley was gonna reject him and rileys like ‘oh wow ok’ and the next few weeks are super awkward.

-But riley wasnt gonna reject him

-She was gonna ask him to go out with her

-But FINE FARKLE HAVE IT YOUR WAY

-So like shes sulking around the house all the time feeling all dejected

-And so is farkle

-But riley is PISSED at farkle

-But also highkey pining for him

-And farkle is highkey pining for her

-So much angst jfc

-Then he’s gonna leave for a month over thanksgiving break to visit his family and Riley is just standing in the doorway and he sees her looking just so empty and he just says ‘fuck it” and kisses her

-Shes all happy for like 8 seconds and then she just. Punches him. In the face.

-And hes like “RILEY WHAT THE HELL”

-And shes like “SORRY BUT YOU DONT GET TO REJECT ME AND THEN JUST KISS ME”

-And hes like “WHAT THE FUCK??? YOU REJECTED ME”

-“WHAT?”

-“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT”

-The general consensus is “??????????????????????????????????”

-And so farkle calls his dad and just says “SOMETHING CAME UP”, walks to the kitchen clutching his nose to get an ice pack and just turns around and yells “ARE YOU COMING OR NOT”

-She follows him because she is Very Confused™ and feels bad about punching him

-So hes just sitting at the table with a pack of frozen peas pressed to his face and if riley werent so upset shed laugh becuase he looks like a mop of hair and two eyes on top of a bag of frozen vegetables

-“Well? Are you going to sit down?”

-She does

-There is 2 minutes and 17 seconds of silence

-They both counted

-She breaks it with “sorry for punching you”

-He just puts down the peas and goes “please explain”

-She probably owes him that she decides

-“Well you see i guess i’d had these subconscious feelings for you and then we made out and suddenly they were very conscious and i wanted to talk to you about it and maybe see if it was going to go somewhere but then you rejected me”

-It is at this point that farkle slams his head into the table

-“OH MY GOD RILEY”

-“WHAT”

-If farkle wasnt already bleeding from his nose he wouldve punched himself

-THE  GIRL HE HAD BEEN IN LOVE WITH SINCE HE WAS 7 YEARS OLD WAS RETURNING HIS FEELINGS AND HE REJECTED THEM WITHOUT KNOWING

-WHAT THE FUCK FARKLE

-“RILEY I AM SO SORRY I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO TALK BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO TELL ME NOTHING COULD EVER HAPPEN AND I DIDNT WANT TO HEAR THAT SO I JUST”

-“WAIT FARKLE WHAT ARE YOU SAYING”

-“OF COURSE I WANT IT TO GO SOMEWHERE RILEY”

-“YOU DO?”

-“YES”

-It is at this point that farkle vaults over the table, LIFTS riley out of her chair, and kisses her like there’s no tommorrow

-They stand there kissing for a solid 7 minutes (in heaven lmao puns)

-But then riley realizes that farkle is still very much injured

-“Um babe maybe we should get you to a hospital”

-“Yes i am decently sure my nose is broken you throw a great right hook”

-It is not, in fact, broken, just badly bruised

-The doctor asks “what happened?” and they both say “bar fight” at the same time

-So they send farkle home with some tape and an icepack and he recovers quickly

-Which is great because riley feels SO BAD

-Apologizing 24/7

-she makes him soup and brings him ice cream and makes him a goddamn “sorry i punched you babe i love you” poster

-And she really wants to make out with him

-Stupid miscommunicating nerds

-Love them

-Riarkle for life

-Thank u

-The end

High Tensions - Ten

Can I just say that I’m loving the the reactions this is getting!

Reid x Reader

He’d dreamt about her again. This time she’d been lying on his bed with her legs spread wide and he’d been situated between them with his mouth pressed up against her, tasting her as he lapped away at her clit. 

He’d woken up a sticky mess once more, his mouth almost watering. He swore he could still taste the sweet, yet bitter taste of her but he knew that wasn’t possible. 

They exchanged texts this morning making plans to meet up later on in the day and he’d received a few suprise photos from her which made his dick immediately hard again. This had to stop, and soon. If he didn’t fuck her soon he was scared he was going to fall asleep on the jet and wake up with Y/N and the rest of the team laughing at him as he humped and came all over the leather seats, no doubt moaning her name. 

Yet he wasn’t going to be the one to end it. At least not yet. 

He wondered what tonight would bring. Spencer had enjoyed their little cinema “date” the other week, not exactly knowing what it meant for them in terms of their relationship with each other. But she’d been right when she’d pointed out that they were two friends with a mutual attraction who were trying to bang each other senseless. What other word really was there? They weren’t “friends with benefits” because so far, there’d been no benefits.  

He thought back to the last week and a half. The case had hit Y/N hard, it had affected them all but seemed to have hurt her more as she’d developed a bond with the parents of the child they’d initially been called in to find. That had happened to them all on occasion, it was hard not feel drawn to certain people and the parents had been drawn to Y/N, always seeking her out to check for new information. When the case had gone bad and the news delivered, he’d heard her crying in her hotel room later that night. He’d wanted to go to her but when he’d left his room next door, he’d saw her door closing softly and then sound of JJ’s voice through the wood. He’d settled for giving her a hug when they’d got back to HQ. 

She’d seemed fine this morning, back to her usual bubbly self during their text exchange but he wanted to do something for her to make her feel better. He racked his brains. 

After and hour of thinking he kept coming back to the same thing. He didn’t want to just buy her something, or take her somewhere. 

But would she let him do the thing he was thinking off? He’d found a loophole that would allow it, if she saw things from his point of view. 

Well there was only one way to find out. 

He knocked her door at 8pm, takeout bag in hand. She answered wearing a shorts and vest pajama combo, her hair piled on top of her wet. It looked wet and she didn’t have any make up on, although she still looked stunning.

“Hey! Apologies for the lack of proper clothes. I’ve literally done nothing but cleaning and laundry all day and I’ve only just got out the shower. I lost track of time.” She took the take out bag from him and he followed her to through to her kitchen area. 

“No worries. I did say don’t bother getting dressed. Admittedly I had something else in mind, but beggers can’t be choosers.”

She grinned at him, handing him a beer and pulling out some plates. “Actually Spencer, in this case, beggers could be choosers. You beg for it and you can choose to do what you want to me.”

He rolled his eyes at her trying to let the comment wash over his head. He helped her plate up their food and headed over to the couch, placing his messenger bag on the floor next to him and making himself comfortable. 

“So what are we watching?” he asked. 

“Well considering how much we’ve been talking about it recently, I figured we could watch this.” Y/N produced a dvd from the coffee table next to her. 

Secretary. 

“You’re not being serious?!” There was no way he could watch that with her, especially given the dreams he’d been having. 

“No I’m not. We’re watching this instead.” She produced another film. Don Jon. 

He knew that film was about a man with a porn and masturbation addiction and he could do without watching Joseph Gordon Levitt wanking himself stupid. He shook his head at her. 

“Well that brings me to my third and final option, this.“ 

Beauty and the Beast. 

“What?” she must have seen the look on his face. “It’s my favourite film and it makes me feel happy. And after the last case, I could kinda do with that.“ 

“Fine…. Put it on.” He watched her bound over to her dvd player and slip the disc in, her butt sticking out as she bent over. 

They ate and watched the film in companionable silence, her shushing him whenever he tried to feed her a random fact. 

“Did you know this film is based on…. ”

“Yes I know.”

“Did you know that Beast’s name is actually….”

“Adam, yes I know.”

“Did you…. ”

She chucked a cushion at him. “Spence, this is my favourite movie. I’ve watched it like a thousand times. I doubt there’s anything you could tell me about it that I don’t already know. Now shut up and let me watch. We can watch Doctor Who or something you like afterwards.”

It wasn’t like he wasn’t enjoying the movie, although he was enjoying watching Y/N watching it more. Her lips moved along with the character’s quietly singing along with them, or mouthing their lines. She really must have seen this film a thousand times to know it off by heart. It was sweet. And just another thing about her to add to the ever growing list of items he found desirable about her. 

The movie finished and as the credits rolled he could see her wiping away a tear. 

“Y/N. Do you want a hug?”

She looked at him suspiciously. 

“No funny business I swear. It’s just…… You’re crying.”

“Because of the movie, stupid film.” But she inched closer to him on the couch. 

“I never suggested it was anything other than the movies making you sad.” He held open his arms waiting to see if she’d move into them. 

She moved, slowly wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his. 

Okay, perhaps offering a hug wasn’t such a good idea. The pajamas she was wearing didn’t offer much coverage and they were a thin cotton material. Luckily she was wearing a bra but he could still feel her chest pressed against his. 

“Thanks Spencer,” she sighed into his neck, her hands playing with his hair.

“What for?” he didn’t relax his grip on her, enjoying the feel of her against him. 

“Just….. I don’t know. Everything. I don’t think I tell you this enough but I honestly think you’re a great guy. You’re kind and sweet and you know when I’m feeling down and when I need a hug. You’re a great friend.”

Friend. Weren’t they a little past friends?

She continued, tilting her head slightly so that her words blew onto his neck. “Add that to the fact the you’re sexy as hell, and clearly know how to please a women in the bedroom. You’re obviously perfect.”

“I’m far from perfect Y/N. And sexy? That’s one word that doesn’t tend to get used in the same sentence as Spencer Reid.”

She was still pressed against him, her lips almost touching his neck. Her next words shocked him. “I think you’re perfect Spencer. Perfect for me at least. And……” she stopped herself, unsure of whether she should continue or not. He waited with baited breath. 

“And, erm….. Spencer. Maybe when we decide who’s won this little bet, we could actually go out on a proper date? One which we both know is an actual date.”

He knew that Y/N found him attractive, she’d said as much. And he knew that she must find him sexually attractive to have even been partaking in this game with him in the first place. 

If he was honest with himself he’d hoped and wanted something more to come out of it. But he was still totally surprised to hear that she wanted the same. 

He nodded at her. “We can do whatever you want Y/N.”

She broke the embrace and pulled away from him. “Well what I really want is for you to tell me you want me so I can win this damn thing and have a fucking orgasm.”

He laughed at her wondering if now was the time to ask her. It had to be really. 

“Y/N. Erm….. I was thinking earlier. I know how upset you’d been after the last case and I really wanted to do something nice for you.”

“You are doing something nice for me Spence. Just by being here with me.”

“Well I wanted to do something that would make you feel better…… And,  well I blame the fact that I’m in an almost constant state of arousal when I’m near you for pointing my brain in this direction, but the only thing I could think of to make you feel better was to offer to give you an orgasm. I’m not admitting defeat here by the way, but I found a loophole that I thought we could exploit just for the one night.”

He watched her face for a reaction, but she didn’t give anything away. A few moments later she finally spoke. “You want to make me come? Without breaking the rules?“ 

He nodded. 

"How?”

He reached into his messenger bag pulling out the little box he’d picked up earlier and passing it to her. Now that had been an interesting shopping trip. 

“Spencer this is a vibrator. Why the hell do you have a bullet vibrator?” He could still see confusion on her face, but he detected a hint of a smile of her lips. 

“I bought it earlier. I know you have one, but the thing that you have, well it scares me quite frankly. This is much more simple and the woman in the shop said that it’s one of the best selling items.”

She laughed, the image of him in a sex shop amusing her. 

“I can’t use it though. It’s against the rules. It’s still self relief remember. If I use this on myself, you’d win.”

“That’s not what I’m getting at. I’d use it on you.”

Her jaw dropped and her cheeks coloured. 

“Technically we’re not breaking any rules because I wouldn’t actually be touching you. I’d be touching this. And you wouldn’t be touching yourself either. You get to orgasm and feel good, and I get to watch. And neither of us violates any of our self imposed rules. But it’s a one night only thing.”

“Why one night only?”

“Because otherwise, if I were to do this again, then you’d never admit defeat and I’ll never get to hear you telling me how badly you want my dick inside you.”

She breathed in deeply, before asking, “But what about you. You still don’t get to… Well, you know.”

“Honestly Y/N, twice now I’ve woken up covered in my own mess. The dreams I’ve been having about you…… Well, they’ll keep me going for a bit longer.”

He licked his lips at the memory,  hearing her whisper, “Oh my fucking God.”

“This isn’t a trick?” she clarified. 

“Nope, although if at any point you beg me to slip myself in, then I do still win. But otherwise, it won’t count against you. It will probably work in your favour to be honest. I’ve only dreamt about what you look like when you orgasm, seeing it might actually push me over the edge.”

“Okay.”

She stood up from the couch, holding out her hand to him. He took it. 

The box in one hand, and his hand in her other, she led him to her bedroom. 

Breakfast - Alfie Solomons

Imagine: Morning after a hook up Alfie Solomons when he realizes that he doesn’t want the lady to leave. In trying to think of a way to keep her longer, he decides on breakfast in bed, but he’s clueless. Because he’s Alfie and Ollie probably brings him breakfast most days. She hears the banging around and comes down to find him - and the kitchen - an utter disaster. Fun kitchen times follow 😉

Breakfast - Alfie Solomons

It was a noise coming up from the first floor that woke you up. A loud clanging that set the dog, who had crawled up onto the bed in Alfie’s absence, racing out of the room barking. You sat up in bed, taking a minute to gather your surroundings.  

Keep reading

So ok, here’s a couple of things you should know about me.

  1. I am a v emotional human. If you’ve ever read my fic or seen my liveblogs or even talked to me lol, you probably know this already.
  2. Me and my anxiety react very very poorly to change. Like I’ll eventually figure it out because yes I am a grown up but it takes a minute for me to sort of rework my initial reaction of omg everything is changing, nothing in the world will ever be good again.

So keeping that in mind, this is gonna get a little sappy but whatever.

I had a very strong, very visceral reaction to this JMo news and I’ve really been crying on and off about it for the last few hours and it might seem like an over reaction or a little silly but it’s just how I feel and I think that’s okay. That was the first thing I had to do today, letting myself feel okay about crying and feeling sad and emotional.

Because yes, I knew that the show was very probably gonna end this season but faced with the reality of that, out of the blue kind of threw me. 

OUAT has been in my life for a better part of 6 years now and that’s a damn long time lol and it’s changed my life for the better in a million different ways but most importantly I feel like it’s helped me find friends. 

Real and good and three dimensional human friends who live in my pocket, who I am sometimes lucky enough to meet, who talk me through my anxieties and send me hugs when I’m sad, who listen to me complain about work and encourage me to create and write and make art.

And the first thing that I was afraid was gonna happen was that I was gonna lose my friends and I was gonna lose my ability to create and write stories when the show ended and it was a fear that was so very overwhelming that I had to step away and let myself think it through and talk it through with people before I could calm down.

And now I have. Mostly. A little bit. I’m still pretty fragile lol so the random crying is happening 

So what I wanna say is this basically, that if you’re having the same fear? Of losing people or losing the community, I just wanna say that relationships like that don’t vanish overnight and that our shared love for CS will not go away when the show ends and that I will totally write about these dorks in a million AUs before I get tired and that I will still totally make multiple honeymoon manips because of courseee

And that we’ll be here as long as we still want to write fic or make art and we will always kind of be around for our friends and do AU weeks and Big Bangs and all the appreciation weeks known to mankind :D

And also, if you’re feeling this way too? If you’re feeling emotional and overwhelmed and anxious, it’s okay and *hugs* and allow yourself to feel how you feel and allow yourself to deal with things at your own pace because even though it’s just a tv show, it’s important to you and it’s made a difference and like your feelings are valid and I love you loads <3 

  • Tony: Brucie, I understand your apprehension, but let me appeal to the scientist in you. Given the five-week end-date, isn't it the perfect opportunity to consider this an experiment and collect data on our compatibility?
  • Bruce: Don't try luring me in with sexy talk.
Imagine #16 Charles Xavier (Request)

Requested by anon: Hiii! I was wondering if you could write a charles x reader where y/n doesn’t know that he is a mutant and he shows his powers for the first time?? fluff please thank you, have a nice day ❤❤❤ (sorry for the english, this is not my first language)

Originally posted by jmcavoy--fan

Not my gif

Words: 1362

Warnings: fem!reader, typos, cheesy af

A/N: So, this came out as a Valentine’s themed fic, because I’m trash and I couldn’t help myself. I hope it’s not too cheesy to read. (Also, yes, I am aware that I have just posted a fic like 10 minutes ago and before that, I hadn’t in two weeks, but again… I’m trash, what can I do?) Enjoy! xoxo

It was ten to five and you were really nervous. Something – maybe just a gut feeling, maybe the way Charles had been acting lately – told you that this date would definitely end with a bang of some sort. You hadn’t seen your boyfriend in almost two weeks, last at his presentation and the party afterwards. He had ringed you up once or twice, but other than that, there had been no contact, which wasn’t like Charles at all. You had always been the more diffident one out of the two of you He was Mr Make-a-move. And him pulling back like this made you feel more self-conscious than you wanted to admit. You had been dating for almost half a year and surely he wouldn’t break up with you on Valentine’s Day, you had told yourself. But the closer it got to 5 pm, the less sure you were about that.

You heard a knock at the door and forced yourself not to run. He hadn’t told you about his plans, but mentioned that you might want to put on something nice. He had also said that you looked beautiful in everything, but that hadn’t stopped you from going all out – well, your interpretation of it. Your dress was dark red and hugged your curves beautifully. And by the look in Charles’ eyes you could tell that you had made the right choice. He looked very handsome himself in his dark suit with the colourful tie.

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softly blurred

on Ao3

from the @miraculousexchange​ spring exchange for Amaranthis on tumblr (if you have a tumblr let me know!!) 

~technically~ the prompt was any side of the love square and the rain, but i went with all sides because i really love the 5+1 things trope!

also someone please get me to stop procrastinating oh my god i regret a lot

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I love the rain.
I love how it softens the outlines of things.
The world becomes softly blurred,
and I feel like I melt right into it.

-Hanamoto Hagumi


i. summer - l’été

 The thick humidity breaks as thunder claps. Gray clouds hide the sun and Marinette stares at the drizzle with a sinking heart, thinking of the walk home in the downpour. Her maman has always told her to always have an umbrella on her. Better to be over prepared than caught in a storm.

Marinette has never been all that good at listening to other people’s advice.

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Adam| Child’s Play |Cole

Title; Child’s Play

Words;2695

Pairing; Adam Cole/Unnamed OFC, Marty Scurll/Unnamed OFC

Summary; She’s moving too fast, all he wanted was to hold her.

Warnings; NSFW. ANGST. Smut. No strings attached relationships. 

A/N; Two fics in a week!! I like playing with cliches and tropes and turning them on their heads. This is very, very different from what I normally write, so please let me know who you’re feeling. Drabble only, no intentions to continue past this. Leave some love or some constructive criticism. 

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CEO: Part Five. [smut]

A/N; I told you I hadn’t forgotten about you all. Hope you enjoy the new chapter! Enjoy lovelies! xoxo

Pairing: StilesxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: NSFW.

Word count: 5,536

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Part One  Part Two  Part Three Part Four. 

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Derek sat on your couch, poring over the file as you hurried to your board. “Peter Hale?” You asked him, your brow quirked as you looked for the name. “He’s not on the board?” You turned back to him, his chest rising and falling with laughter. He looked down, avoiding your gaze as he calmed down, his lips still curled into a grin as he looked at you. “What’s so funny?” You asked and he shook his head yet again. “You and Stiles really are a perfect match.” You felt your body run hot, a blush rolling across your cheeks as Derek went back to looking through the file. “Thanks Derek, I’ll call Cupid, see if he owes me any favors?” You scowled, your arms crossed tightly against your chest, clutching your ribs as you felt vulnerable.  

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