friday! friday! gonna get down on friday!!!!!

anonymous asked:

what causes the chocobros to be petty?

This request gave me a little bit of a laugh… I filled them all nearly on-impact but Gladio took me a couple of days to think of…

For Noctis, literally just mess with his sleep schedule one too many times. The boy loves his sleep. I feel like Noct would be the definition of, “I ain’t got no sleep ‘cause ‘a y’all, y’all not gon get to sleep ‘cause of me!” whenever he’s petty. 

For Prompto, repeatedly use all of the hot water during the rare times they actually get to stay at a hotel. If it happens once or twice he’ll let it slide because hey, these things happen… but repeatedly, when you know he’s gotta take care of his hair? (He hates washing his hair with cold water.) It’s on.

For Gladio, spoil a book for him. He normally reads historical books, but in the rare times that he finds himself with a fictional book, if someone spoils it for him he’ll be rather upset about it. Finally, he found some fiction that seemed interesting, and someone just had to ruin the ending…

For Ignis, drink the last can of Ebony. Whether accidental or intentional, whoever drank the last can will have to keep an eye out for the comeback… even though they’ll never see it coming. 

Marvelmas (1/13) - December 13 - Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 1189
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Featuring: Tony Stark
Warnings: picking on poor petey, midterms abhcoabskdubj
Authors Note: SO HERE IS THE BEGINNING TO MY 13 PART SERIES GUYS!! I am so excited for this, it’s going to be fun! All of this will be platonic, and you are about the same age as the maximoff twins, as well as an Avenger yourself. ALSO, this series will have it’s own masterlist! There are so many parts, I feel it will be easier to make it have it’s own masterlist than having to update all thirteen parts with links, so, yeah! I hope you enjoy, and happy holidays. and yes, i called this the thirteen days of marvelmas.

Note: I used Christmas as what the reader celebrates because that is what I celebrate and I don’t want to try other holidays only to get it wrong. I apologize if this makes for any problems with reading, but I hope you have a good holiday season: no matter what you celebrate!

Marvelmas Masterlist. Masterlist.

“I just, don’t understand,” Peter groaned, throwing his hands on his forehead.

“Is it math? Trust me, kiddo, not many people do,” You shrugged, sitting next to the kid.

Peter was shocked to see you. “W-what are you doing here?”

You raised your eyebrow with a small laugh. “You missed training today; I figured you either said ‘screw you (Y/N),’ or you were doing something important. I decided I might as well see what you were up to.”

“Oh, midterms,” He told you, and you saw the stacks of papers thrown all around the room, “They’re stressing me out.”

“It’s the middle of the night!” You whisper-yelled. It was true, you found Peter surrounded by books at passed one in the morning. “You should have come to practice to hit something; it definitely would have helped you calm down a bit,” You nodded.

Peter covered his eyes again. “Yeah,” He started, “Do you know what this means?”

You took the paper from Peter, and your eyes widened as you read the things the school was trying to teach him. “Um,” You started, “Yeah, I have no idea.”

“You’re such a help,” Peter pulled out another binder.

“Oh, I can help with this!” You jumped.

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How Much More? (Part 4-FINAL) (Avengers x reader)

Part 3

“Boss, is she alive?”

Tony was kneeling down next to you, unsure if he could touch you or not, but desperate to get you to help. His breathing was rapid and loud as he frantically looked around the room, holding his arm out for his suit to connect so that he could lift you and get you upstairs, but nothing happened. “FRIDAY, where’s my damn suit?”

“Sir, is she alive?” FRIDAY asked him again.

“Yes, she’s still breathing, but I’m gonna need that suit to get her out of here!”

“When she took the reactor I shut the suits down.  I’m rebooting them now.”

“Hurry it up, FRIDAY…” Tony said through clenched teeth and rolled his eyes, his arm still fully extended.

After a minute of silence, the A.I. spoke again, but much more quietly and in a voice that sounded almost uncertain.  “I did my best to save her.  It was all very fast, sir.”

“Wait, what?  What are you talking about?”  Tony’s arm dropped slightly and he looked confused, trying to understand what she could mean.  She had no protocols built in that would bring her to act independently this way that he could recall, and she was installed after Ultron was created, so this was a purely new development. “FRIDAY…what did you do?”

“When I was alerted to the energy being taken from the reactor, I used it as a conduit to pull it back, but I may have taken too much from her, sir.  The reactor had taken in so much that if I hadn’t shut the suits down as a failsafe, the results could have been disastrous.”  As Tony listened, he didn’t realize that his mouth was agape with shock at what he was hearing, and what it actually meant.  

“FRIDAY…you saved her life. How did you know to do that?”    

“It was the correct thing to do, sir.  Was it not?”

“That’s a sentient thought,” he whispered, his stomach now in knots at the thought of another independently thinking and reasoning artificial intelligence on his hands.  He jumped at the sound of the first gauntlet of his suit racing towards him and quickly extended his arm fully once more, waiting for each piece to connect before picking you up and running for help.


Tony burst through the doors of the infirmary only seconds before Bruce followed behind, joined quickly by Wanda, Pietro and Clint.  The twins stayed back, talking quietly to each other while Clint ran forward to get details on what had happened to you, listening to the conversation in process between Tony and the doctor.

“…then she yanked the reactor out of my suit to drain it.  On purpose,” Tony said very deliberately, looking towards Clint for a moment.  “But get this, apparently FRIDAY tried to pull the energy back.  She thinks she may have taken too much though,” he sighed.  He opened his suit to step forward, looking at you from head to toe, but his attention was more on the thoughts racing through his own mind. “Bruce, FRIDAY acted on her own decision; that’s not something that I built in.”    

“Okay, Tony, I can’t focus on that right now,” Banner huffed, moving around the table to push his friend towards the door.  “I need to focus on (Y/N), so please, wait outside until I come to get you.”

The trio stepped out into the hall with him, glancing back through the doors as they closed behind them. “Stark, are you trying to say we have another crazy robot thing on our hands?  And how did you know that she would be down there?” Clint asked quickly, pacing back and forth in front of the large window so that he could see you. “This is all my fault.  She said she was working on it.  I should’ve known.  I shouldn’t have left her alone.”

“Wait, you knew this could happen?” Pietro grabbed Clint by the arm and spun him to look eye-to-eye, “you knew and you didn’t say anything to us?  We could have helped her!”

“Pietro,” Wanda whispered, taking his arm in her hand.

“No, he needs to answer me. What did you do?”

“I may have…been a little hard on her,” Clint mumbled, wringing his hands together and avoiding Pietro’s gaze.  “I’m an idiot. 

“Yes, you are.”

Tony stepped up next to the men and cleared his throat loudly to break in, “Okay, I’m just gonna let you kids fight this one out, because I don’t have time for this, but I need to know where Vision is.  Ideas?”

“I left him in the library,” Wanda said, looking at Tony inquisitively, “why?  Do you think he knows what happened to FRIDAY?”

“I think he’s been playing with things that don’t belong to him.”


“(Y/N),” Bruce called out to you, “(Y/N), can you hear me?  Can you open your eyes?”  

He murmured to himself in thought, watching the monitors that measured your vital signs and changing the settings on the pump that was sending medications into your veins in an attempt to wake you.

“Hey doc, what happened?” Steve groaned in a harsh and gravelly voice, coughing slightly after a few seconds.  “I need to get up and check on (Y/N).”  He made an attempt to sit up but the extreme weakness left from your contact with him gripped his muscles and forced him back down.  “I need to…be sure…”

“No, you don’t.  What you need to do is stay there and let me take care of her.  I’ve called in a team to help me, because honestly, I’m not sure what her vitals are even telling me.”  He moved from your bed to Steve’s, giving his monitors attention as well.  The Captain had awoken only a few hours before you were brought in, and Bruce wondered that if you had been told if it would have stopped you.  “She almost killed you, Steve.”

“Yeah, I got that.”

“And tonight I think she was trying to protect you more than anyone else.”

Steve’s head snapped towards Bruce, his eyes filled with confusion and worry, “wait, what did she do? Did she wake up?  How long have I been out?”  He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed despite the doctor’s persistence that he lay back down, swatting his hands away when he tried to push him back.  “I said, how long?”

“As of today, it’s been a week.  I’m sorry, I was speaking as if you knew what happened,” Bruce said with his hands held up in front of him, “but if you lay down, I’ll get you up to speed. Alright?”

Steve hopped down onto his feet and wobbled a bit, reaching back to steady himself against the bed. He took a deep breath and straightened his posture, determined to stay upright despite every cell in his body commanding him to lay down again.  It was foreign for him to feel this kind of weakness, but he wasn’t about to let it stop him from his goal of seeing you.

“I’ll tell you what, Banner. You can get me up to speed in the next ten steps that it takes me to get to her.  So I suggest you talk fast.”


Tony stepped into the library and had to wait for his eyes to adjust to the darkened lighting that the Vision had been sitting in, wondering how he was able to see anything that he might have been reading.  Once his eyes had adapted he made his way further into the room and quickly saw the warm glow of a computer screen in the back corner, with Vision looking intently at the contents before him.

“You look confused.”

“No, not…confused, per se, more so…intrigued.”

“What are you reading? Maybe I can help,” Tony offered, taking a seat across the table and leaning forward to rest his chin in his hand. “Tell me what’s got you so intrigued.”

“Here,” Vision began, his expression perplexed as he continued to look at the screen before him, “this story, for example.  The characters in it are very well known, and many stories have been written about them in various means of entertainment, but here is a tale that in no way relates to their past or current timeline.  It strays from what we know about the characters as they have been presented to us.”  He paused to turn the screen towards Tony and shook his head slightly, “this character is dead, but he is still being written as quite alive and well, and these two are involved in some sort of romantic entanglement, but this has not been mentioned previously.”

Tony read a few paragraphs and began to chuckle, turning the screen back towards him, “yeah, that’s called fanfiction.  People who connect with the stories and the characters begin to write their own material the way that they want to see things happen.  It’s become quite popular.  Stick around with the team a few more months and I guarantee that you’ll find something written about you.”

“Ah, that shall be worth the wait.  It’s definitely entertaining.”  He closed the top of the computer and gave Tony his full attention, knowing that he wasn’t there to discuss his current choice in reading.  “How can I be of assistance?”

“What did you do to FRIDAY?”

“I gave her a few enhancements, nothing of significant change.”

“Well,” Tony sighed, “it would seem significant to me.  She’s made a decision on her own that I never built into her protocols as an option.” He leaned back in his chair, tipping it slightly on it’s rear feet, looking at the Vision skeptically.  “Is she sentient?  Because you know I can’t allow that.”

“No, she’s not.  But why would you allow me to be and not FRIDAY?”

Tony rested his chair flat on the ground again and laughed, “you know why.  You have that magic rock in your head that takes you just a little bit beyond a standard A.I. program.”

“Agreed,” the Vision nodded, “and I can assure you, FRIDAY is not sentient.  I’ve provided the program with a few algorithms that allow for what appear to be independent decisions, but they’re not.  I am sorry, I should have come to you first.”

“Don’t apologize,” Tony said, standing to slap the Vision firmly on the shoulder as he moved by to return to the infirmary, “she just saved (Y/N)’s life because of you.  Well done.”


“Okay, you can all come in, she’s awake,” Bruce said as he peeked his head out from the infirmary door and pointed at Clint, Pietro, Wanda and Tony, “but, you are out in five minutes, understood?”

“Yeah, dad, we got it.  Now get outta the way,” Tony scoffed as he pushed his way in and reached your side before the others.  “Damn, kid. Do you realize what you put me…through…today…?”  His words faded when he saw you; actually more so when he saw Steve, holding your hand with his own, skin to skin.  

“Well, would ya look at that?” Clint said with a smile, cautiously putting his hand on your arm and laughing when nothing happened.

Wanda leaned down and kissed your forehead, followed by Pietro doing the same.  “Are you okay, (Y/N)?  We were terrified, you know.”

“I’m okay, I think.  I don’t know if this is permanent,” you said, lifting your hand that held Steve’s, “but I’ll take it for as long as I can get it.” You turned to look at Tony, knowing that you had burdened him with watching what you had done to yourself, knowing that he had no way to stop you and that you had forced him to stand by helplessly with a horrified look on his face that was now burned into your memory.

“Tony, I’m…I’m really, so sorry.”

“It’s alright, all is forgiven.”  He leaned down close to you to whisper in your ear so that no one else heard what he was about to say.  “You’re brave as hell.  I couldn’t have done it.”

“Okay, okay,” Clint interrupted, waving his hands in the air to get everyone’s attention.  “I think we need to take a minute to focus on what’s really important here.”  The group looked at him, puzzled by what he could have meant.  “Can someone tell me when this all went down and why no one asked me if it was okay?”  He pointed at your hand, gently tapping the fingers that were tightly intertwined with Steve’s.

“Why should she have to ask you?” Pietro laughed, “you’re not her father.  If she should ask anyone it should be me.  We’ve known her longer than anyone and I’m like her brother.”

Like her brother,” Clint scoffed.  “Not really her brother.”

As the bickering continued and the others began to join in as to why they were closer to you, Steve leaned in and rested his forehead against yours.  You shut your eyes and sighed, trying to shut out their voices so you could enjoy finally having contact with him without danger.

“You know what?” you whispered, “It’s times like this when I actually miss being able to knock them out.”

Warning: Not A Harry Potter Fan Theory, But A Fan Theory Nonetheless

You all remember Rebecca Black’s Friday, correct? Well good, because get ready for a shocker. user Markluzz posted this interesting theory about the song, and I must say, I have never felt so deep about a Rebecca Black song before. Ever. Read on:

Did you think the song friday was just a normal horrible ear-bleeding pop song that was released a year ago? No it is really about the JFK assassination. Proof? Let’s look at the lyrics

7 a.m., waking up in the morning

JFK woke up at 7 am the day he died

Got to be fresh, got to go downstairs

He has to be ‘fresh’ to go 'downstairs’ which could easily represent he has to get ready to die, downstairs representing death.

Got to have my bowl, got to have cereal

When JFK died he declined to have sausage, eggs, and toast and instead ate Bran Flakes.

Seeing everything, the time is going

Everything throughout his day goes by quickly, his time to live is going by.

Ticking on and on, everybody’s rushing

A reference to the cold war by the sound to make it sound as if it says 'Everybody is Russian’

Got to get down to the bus stop

The following Monday (after JFK died) JFK was supposed to sign a bill that required public bus transportation for schools.

Got to catch my bus, I see my friends (my friends)

This also has to do with the verse right before it, same meaning here. However this can also imply JFK getting into the car he was assassinated in.

Kicking in the front seat

The driver of the car that JFK was in was named Samuel Kickin, see the correlation here?

Sitting in the back seat

JFK was assassinated when he sat in the back seat of the car instead of kicking in the front seat.

Got to make my mind up
Which seat can I take?

Shows his inner quarrels that say he should take the back seat yet he has a strange feeling something bad may happen, he is in deep inner thought conflict.

It’s Friday, Friday

JFK was assassinated on a Friday

Got to get down on Friday

When JFK was assassinated secret service yelled at Jackie Kennedy to 'get down’

Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Getting down on Friday
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend

Everybody is looking forward for the weekend to find out if their questions on the assassination can be answered.

Partying, partying (yeah)
Partying, partying (yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Looking forward to the weekend

This shows the irony and chaos of the assassination with things generally correlated as good yet also tend to be chaotic.

7:45, we’re driving on the highway

JFK is heading to the airport in this scene, because he did fly the day of his assassination

Cruising so fast, I want time to fly

Represents the plane he flew on to reach Dallas Texas with the word fly.

Fun, fun, think about fun

More irony of the whole assassination

You know what it is
I got this, you got this
My friend is by my right
I got this, you got this
Now you know it

'I got this’ represents Kennedy taking the bullet while 'you got this’ represents Jackie Kennedy getting JFK’s dead corpse, and now everybody knows John F. Kennedy is dead.

Kicking in the front seat
Sitting in the back seat
Got to make my mind up
Which seat can I take?

Same meaning as last time

It’s Friday, Friday
Got to get down on Friday
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Getting down on Friday
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend

Same meaning

Partying, partying (yeah)
Partying, partying (yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Looking forward to the weekend

Same meaning

Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today is Friday, Friday (partying)
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We going to have a ball today

Shows more irony of the situation, and the 'excitement’ that his death caused, although not the good kind. The ball represents the bullet that shot Kennedy.

Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday comes afterwards
I don’t want this weekend to end

Nobody wants the weekend after the Friday to end because there are to many questions, to much grief over the loss of John F. Kennedy.

So chilling in the front seat (in the front seat)
In the back seat (in the back seat)

Shows a repetition of the seats and their significance in his death.

I’m driving, cruising (yeah, yeah)
Fast lanes, switching lanes

The fast build up in the car to John F. Kennedy’s death

With a car up on my side (woo, come on!)
Passing by is a school bus in front of me

Repetition of the idea that John F. Kennedy was starting the public bus system for schools, and a car up on my side represents the assassin preparing to shoot.

Makes tick-tock, tick-tock, want to scream
Check my time, it’s Friday, it’s a weekend
We going to have fun, come on, come on, y'all

Everybody wants to scream, on the Friday, because JFK has just been shot, and the assassin has an inner taunt at the chaos about to unfold from his death.

It’s Friday, Friday
Got to get down on Friday
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend, weekend (we gonna get down)
Friday, Friday
Getting down on Friday
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend

Same meaning, yet more chaotic because now Kennedy has been shot.

Partying, partying (yeah)
Partying, partying (yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Looking forward to the weekend

Same meaning, more chaotic.

It’s Friday, Friday
Got to get down on Friday
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Getting down on Friday
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend

Same meaning

Partying, partying (yeah)
Partying, partying (yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Looking forward to the weekend

Same meaning

Mind blown.

hey i just met you

and this is crazy

but i’m never gonna give you up

never gonna let you down

cuz it’s friday, friday

gotta get down on friday

alright alright alright alright alright alright alright


i’m really really really working hard on actually loving my body in all of its weird shapes and lines instead of just kinda liking it sometimes. even after losing my weight (more than 60 pounds), it’s still with me, still weighing me down sometimes. i’m trying to get used wearing tops that aren’t loose and shorts out in public without feeling self-conscious or insecure. i’m getting there… slowly.

memes-and-musicals  asked:

Seven AM waking up in the morning Gotta be fresh gotta gotta go downstairs Gotta have my bowl gotta have cereal Seein everything the time is going ticking on and on gotta get to my bus stop I see my friends Kicking in the front seat sitting in the back seat gotta make my mind up wich seat can I take It's Friday Friday gotta get down on Friday everybody's looking forward to the weekend partying partying partying partying fun fun fun fun

Yesterday was Friday, today is Saturday We gonna live like theres no tomorrow Wouldn’t have it any other way Yesterday was Friday, today is Saturday We gonna live like theres no tomorrow Wouldn’t have it any other way This Saturday, we gon’ party all night One we will remember for the rest of our lives This Saturday, we gon’ do it bigger than, we ever had before I don’t want this Saturday to end