goofing off in class


Sink has plenty of memories of goofing off in class and going to Six Flags with the rest of the cast, and insists that she “love[s] all of them equally.” But when she wasn’t at Café Sunflower for the vegan chicken and waffles or skateboarding around set, she could be found constantly having sleepovers with Millie Bobby Brown, whom she immediately had a special bond with “because we’re the only the girls.“ You only need to watch their Pitch Perfect duets to see their bond.

Sadie Sink for W Magazine.

anonymous asked:

kaminari brings a fidget spinner to class. chaos ensues

i like the way you think, anon.

  • as if having literal superpowers isn’t chaotic enough, kaminari has to bring a fidget spinner to class
    • i actually hc that he has adhd and can’t concentrate on studying, hence his low rank
    • so he brought it for good purposes at least
    • sometimes he’ll discharge a bit of electricity to it so it looks cool lol
  • midoriya stims a lot and talks quite a bit to himself so he also gets one to help himself focus a bit more
    • he actually has two
    • one is green like him
    • the other is all might themed
  • it’s when todoroki finally brings one that the entire class goes berserk
  • since using quirks in the classroom isn’t allowed in any schools ever they don’t have too many shenanigans with quirks and fidget spinners
    • once they’re in the dorms though….
  • bakugou gets one and ??? the spinning actually calms him down a bit
    • uraraka and iida also find theirs relaxing
  • shouji has like fifty of them. one for each hand. it’s entertaining to watch him spin them all at once
  • aoyama’s is decorated in glitter and sequins and is so bright and sparkly that people can barely look at it
    • on the flip side, tokoyami’s is blacker than dark shadow. it’s more emo than his bedroom
  • incidentally yaoyorozu is the one who makes fidget spinners for the class
    • they’re high schoolers and totally broke, honestly
    • if anyone wants one they just need to ask. she’s such a sweetheart
  • everyone can concentrate more and it’s great!! except for aizawa
    • the spinning is getting on his nerves
    • but he can’t confiscate them bc it’s improving the class’s performance on tests
    • rip his life, he needs a pay raise
Logan’s Character Development

Do you ever notice how, in Thomas’ vines, the “teacher character” (aka Logic/Logan) is really fun, childish, and free-spirited?

But in the Sanders Sides videos, or at least, the later Sanders Sides videos, Logan is very serious and professional, rarely ever acting childish?

What if, when vine ended, Logan looked back on all the vines he was in, for nostalgia’s sake, and the only thing he saw was how much time he wasted goofing off?

How much time he spent being silly rather than teaching his class, how he’d deprived those students of a proper education with his ridiculous antics.

How he’d failed.

He desperately wanted to try again, to teach his class properly, to make it up to them, but he couldn’t.

Vine was over, he could no longer teach them.

He wished he’d taught his class better, he wished he’d been more responsible, but he wasn’t.

He knew he had to be serious from now on, he had to be professional.

“I’m always serious, clearly, I wear a necktie!”

The only thing he could do now to make it up to his class was to help Thomas become more responsible and mature.

Which is why he was so strict in the “Growing Up” video, why he was so hesitant to ask Morality for his input, and then hesitant to listen to his input.

Thomas:”I’m doing this both of us, this is the only way to achieve my goals. Once I have everything I want, then we’ll both be happy.”
Logan:”That’s right-wait what do you mean? Is this new lifestyle not filling you with enjoyment?”
Thomas:”No, but it will… eventually… hopefully.”
Logan:”I… I don’t… think we have this…quite right. Morality,… what are we doing… wrong?”
Morality:”Well, I do think you’re trying to do what’s right, but life shouldn’t be lived without enjoying the simple pleasures from time to time! Goals are great, but life is short, might as well make it short and fantastic, Like Danny Devito!”

Morality’s words reminded Logan of his true self, a part of him that connected him to Thomas more, his childish side.

The part of him he’d been suppressing for so long because he didn’t think it ‘fit’ with the rest of him. Because he saw it as something obstructing him from adequately performing his job, a job of being productive and efficient,

But Morality’s words made him long for the child-like spirit he used to have, the spirit he now sees in Morality.

But since Logan’s more mature, his child-like spirit isn’t ‘silly, ridiculous antics’ anymore.

It’s the excitement he gets over explaining something to the others, the pride he feels in himself when he’s praised, and the happiness he gets from understanding how one can enjoy cartoons while still keeping his fascination for the world around him.

We can see the change happening now, and slowly, but surely, Logan’s child-like spirit is coming back, all thanks to Morality.

In Honor of JK Rowling Coming Out with New Books

So JK Rowling announce that there will be two new harry potter universe books coming out in October, sadly not about the Marauders :( So I’ve decided to post about my headcanon for a Marauders book, because while we all would love a Marauder series that probably isn’t going to happen rather a single book might.

Lily’s Journal- Picked up when she visit Diagon Alley for the first time, it never runs out of sheets

1st Year will cover

-Hella excited about starting at Hogwarts, list of spells she has tried, stories of adventures with Petunia

-Excited to be sorted in Gryffindor but sad Sev got sorted into a different house but they’ll still be friends

-Annoying toad Potter and his gaggle of friends, so stupid their pranks are and how dare they target Sev, why cant they just leave him alone (little does she know, he made fun of Remus’s scars)

2nd Year will cover

-Sadness about the anger and distance Petunia is keeping between them

-Toad Potter starting to ask her out in increasingly outlandish ways

-Sev starting to hang with the older darker Slytherin’s

-Rumors of a war brewing

-New spells and doodles in the margins

-Becoming friends with Remus over “muggle” books

3rd Year will cover

-Petunia ignoring her all summer, Sev reading dark books

-Excitement over new classes and new books from Diagon

-Running into the Potters and just being charmed by his mother and wondering why Potter couldn’t be like that

-In Defense, realizing Remus’s secret and being extra nice around the full moon

-Fucking period came and what do you mean there isn’t a charm to stop it? (Her rant inspires Potter)

-Doodles and hearts with boys names

4th Year will cover

-Relief that petunia is away at a camp for the summer, Sev both ignoring and being clingy all summer

-Sneaking away from female friends one of the nights in the first to get some alone time because so many people, and walking into an abandon classroom and discovering Sirius trying to wrap his ribs that were a parting gift from his mother

-Staying and helping Sirius wrap them and spending the night talking and building a friendship

-Lots of homework as the professors are gearing up to OWLs next year

-Going on a first date with a cute boy from Hufflepuff and bloody Potter ruining the date with one of his horrible pranks (actually that was totally fine cause the date sucked and she was looking for a way out, but don’t tell Potter!)

-Fears of the first war becoming more apparent

-Increasing tensions between her and Severus

5th Year will cover

-Tense summer with Severus and Petunia, spends time away with female friends

-Annoying Potter and how he is disturbing her studying for the OWLs

-More secret hangouts with Sirius, that end up being spa nights, when she notices his smile is more brittle than normal (insert pic of Sirius in green mud mask, pink curlers, and cotton balls between his toes)

-Increasing anger and frustration with Severus over his standing by and doing nothing when his darker friends start to torment younger mudbloods which ends at the end of the year with Snape calling her mudblood

(little does she know that this is why James always seemed to be picking on Snape, when really James was getting Snape to stop tormenting and injuring younger students)

6th Year will cover

-Starts with Lilly ranting about Petunia’s new boyfriend, Vernon, and how he is so boring and so obsess with being very proper

-Regret and anger over the end of her friendship with Snape

-Excitement over getting 6 O on the Owls and shock that 3 of the Marauders all did better than her cause all they ever did in class was goof off

-Rant on getting paired up with Potter on a month long Charms assignment

-Realizing how smart he is (coming with uses for spells that never crossed her mind) and how funny he is in conversation and how kind (she saw him approach a stressed out 2nd year and give her a small basket which contained chocolate, pads, tampons, small book on charms that help, spells to use when a guy says “oh you’re just mad cause you’re on your period”)

-Which then leads to her noticing that a lot of the younger girls approach him for extras because he carries them (Potter’s idea from Lily’s rant in 3rd year)

-More fear and more hopelessness over the war

-More spa days with Sirius and they talk about him and Remus

-Tea time with Remus where they talk about Sirius

-Confusion and shock and some other unknown feeling over Ja-Potter dating a Ravenclaw for a few months

-Year ends with her realizing she has feelings for Jam-POTTER

7th Year will cover

-Inviting Sirius to escort her to her sister’s wedding, finding out he is living with the Potters and how Remus is now jealous about Sirius ‘dating’

-Getting on the train and discovering Potter is headboy and them having a conversation that ends with her agreeing to call him James

-Seeing how good he is with scared first years and with all younger students (even Slytherins) that are afraid of the war

-Watching him start a defense class in response to the growing war, and growing closer as they write lesson plans together and share the headboy dorm

-(Spot of drool on the page from lily seeing James without a shirt)

-After the first quidditch game was extremely close and fast pace and thrilling, and after winning she ran across the field and tackled hugged James and gave him a peck on the lips (it was several, it was hard to tell what McGonagall smiling more for)

-Later they have a conversation about whether they should be a couple or not with the war happening and they decide it would be better to die with love in the heart than regret on the mind

-Joining the Order

-Worrying about Remus when he leaves on Dumbledore’s useless missions

-Peter acting weird, but assuming it just from the war

-Discovering Snape is a death eater

Sleep With Me - Carl Gallagher Imagine

Got this idea and decided hey why not start writing Shameless imagines.  Let me know if you like it so I can decide when to start writing more imagines!

The cool summer night’s air blew your hair over your shoulders as a soft sigh escaped your lips.  Just like every other night of the week, it had been a tough shift at work. About a month ago, you had decided to get a job as a waitress at a local restaurant.  The pay was far from ideal and the treatment from many of the customers was horrendous, but you needed to support your family and waiting tables was the best job you could get as a high school student in Southside.

You stared straight ahead as you walked under the high school bleachers, taking your typical route to get home.  The purse on your arm was clutched tight to your side. You had lived in Southside your whole life, and had your fair share of encounters with drunks and criminals.

“Y/N…” A soft voice to your side caught you off guard, causing you to come to a halt and take a protective stance.  Once you realized who it was, your muscles relaxed, but the hard look on your face remained untouched.

It was Carl.  Carl Gallagher.  Neighbor Carl.  The Carl who had been your best friend until he went to prison and came back a “changed man”, not interested in hanging out with a “innocent girl” anymore.  The Carl you had secretly been in love with for years.  The Carl who left you heartbroken and alone.

“Carl,” you mumbled in response with a slight nod of the head, letting out a huff and continuing to walk.

“Y/N, please… I really need someone to talk to right now,” Carl sighed, stepping out from the darkness of the bleachers and taking a few steps in your direction.

This immediately caused you to spin around on your heel and cross your arms over your chest.  “Weird, because I’ve needed someone to talk to for the past few months, but I guess we can’t always get what we want,” you snapped, your eyes shooting daggers into his before taking a look at your surroundings.  “Where’s Nick anyways?  I’m sure he’d love to hear whatever you need to talk about.”

The response you gave hit Carl harder than you had expected. He shoved his hands into his pockets and took a few steps back with his eyes on the ground.  He swallowed the lump in his throat before finally meeting your eyes again.  Despite your anger, the look in his eyes caused your heart to sink down to your stomach. Something terrible had happened.

“He’s gone, Y/N,” he whispered before his eyes shot back down to his hands, playing with his fingers.  “Prison again… for good this time.”

His words lacked the gangster lingo he had been using for the past few months.  His posture was no longer upright and exuding confidence.  His eyes were missing their usual playful glimmer.  His lips were not curved into his signature lopsided smirk. The only feature that remained of his recent swagger were the braids in his hair.

A sigh escaped your parted lips and you nodded and stepped toward the anxious boy, grabbing onto one of his shaking hands.  He followed as you guided him around the front of the bleachers and climbed up a few rows.

“Sit,” you instructed, pointing down to a section on the shaky wooden stands.  Once he obliged, you sat down on the row behind him, grabbing his shoulders and pulling his back into your knees.  Without a word, you slowly began to unravel his braids.

Carl did not resist.  Instead, he allowed his head to fall further into you and closed his eyes. It took a while, but eventually his body stopped shaking and his breathing became regular.  The silence lasted for about ten minutes before Carl finally took it upon himself to break it.

“He killed someone, Y/N.  A young boy.  With a hammer.  All because he took his bike,” he explained, his voice starting to shake again.  “All I keep imagining in my head is that bloody hammer and the boy’s mother screaming.  It won’t leave me.  It’s all it took for me to realize that I can’t keep living my life like this.  I just can’t.  How could you tell?” he questioned, his head leaning back further as his eyes met yours.

Your eyes immediately flickered back to his hair as you simply shrugged your shoulders in response.  Your mind was attempting to process everything he had just confessed to you.  The experience he had described would have been traumatizing to anyone, especially someone like Carl.  Carl wasn’t a thug, he was a scared child.  Still, you remained silent.

Carl let out a sigh and reached up, grabbing your hands out of his disheveled hair and gripping them tightly.  “Y/N, I’m really sorry, you know.  I really fucked up big time.  Me going to prison already had put our friendship on hold and me blowing you off once I was out must’ve really been the icing on the fucking cake.  I know you were probably really looking forward to picking things back up where we left off once I got out, and I really fucked that up and there’s nothing I regret more.  You were always the best friend I could ever ask for and I really don’t deserve you at this point, but I’m really sorry and I would do anything to make it up to you at this point.  I need you, okay?  I need you.”

The apology sounded sincere and the sad look in his eyes confirmed this to be true.  You knew he needed you, and you needed him just as much.  Carl had been a critical part of your life since before you could even remember.  If you left out the last year, all other associations with the boy had been positive. He was your partner in crime.  The one you turned to when you were having problems with your family, and when he was having issues with his.  The one you used to melt action figures in the microwave with as kids.  The one you goofed off with in class, and again in detention.  The one who you shared your first kiss with so he could “practice”.  The one who always stood up for you.  He was your best friend.

A small smirk formed on your lips as you pulled your hands away from his and began working at his hair again.  “You were right about two things.  You fucked up and you don’t deserve me,” you teased, combing through part of his hair with your fingers.

For the first time all night, his lips twitched upward into a grin and his glowing eyes met yours again.  “Now that sounds like my best friend again.”

You laughed quietly and rolled your eyes, successfully undoing one of the last braids.  “Yeah, we’ll have to wait and see about that whole best friend title for now,” you joked before your face became serious again.  “But seriously, Carl, I’m not sure what you expected to happen.  I was worried about you.  Sure, prison toughened you up a bit, but you’re still the same old Carl.  You’re still a kid.  We’re still kids.  Life around here is already tough enough.  The last thing you’d need is to end up in a bad situation with what you’ve been doing and get ki—“

“I know, Y/N.  I know,” he cut you off, closing his eyes again.  “I wasn’t thinking straight.  I don’t want to think about it anymore.  Can we talk about something else now?  Let’s talk about you.  How have you been?  I know it sounds selfish since my ego was through the roof and I wasn’t talking to you, but I’ve been thinking about you a whole lot.”

After pulling out his last braid, you began to slowly run your fingers through his soft hair, causing him to let out a content sigh.  “Me? You know, same old.  Dad’s gone again.  Been working at the restaurant a lot more lately.  Gotta love creepy guys grabbing your ass all day,” you said, rolling your eyes before giving his shoulder a squeeze and standing up.  “It’s all done.”

Carl shook out his hair before following you back down the bleachers, grabbing onto your hand and swinging your arms as you walked.  “Hmmph.  Well, they won’t be doing that under my watch anymore.”  He shot you a toothy smile and gave your hand a squeeze.  “I’ve really missed you, Y/N.”

The walk back to your neighborhood was pretty quiet, but it was comfortable.  All of your anger had subsided and you now felt relaxed.  You had your best friend back and were just happy to know that he was safe and out of the game before anything bad had happened to him.  Things would finally be able to go back to normal.

Although your houses were right next to each other, yours came first.  When you finally reached it, you smiled and turned to face your best friend. “Well, I guess this is goodnight then.”

“No.” Carl furrowed his brow before shaking his head and biting his lip.  “Sorry, I mean, do you have to go?  I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight and having you there with me would help.  You know, like old times.”

“Yes, Carl Gallagher, I’ll sleep with you,” you replied jokingly, squeezing his hand and pulling him towards the steps of his house and inside.

“Damn, I didn’t mean like that, but it could really help calm my nerves,” he teased back with a wink, leading you through the surprisingly quiet Gallagher house and to the couch.  “Totally kidding.  I’ll be right back.  Gonna change and grab something blankets… I’ll grab you something to change into, too.”

Soon enough, the two of you were laying face to face on the couch, Carl in his boxers and you in your underwear and one of his big t-shirts. Despite efforts, the anxious boy simply could not fall asleep.

With a sigh, you pulled the blankets down from over your heads and nudged his leg with yours.  “Come on.  If you can’t sleep, I’m going to at least try to get your mind off of what happened,” you proposed, propping yourself up on your elbow.  “Let’s talk about something else.  Let’s talk about us.  You know, all of the stupid shit we used to do.”

“Okay, okay.  I’ll start.”  Carl chuckled quietly and opened his eyes, allowing them to meet yours.  “Remember that time in fifth grade when we made that volcano together for science class?”

He didn’t have to say anything else for you to start laughing. “How could I forget?  It blew up in Mrs. Sullivan’s face.  Had to spend a week in detention, but it was totally worth it.”  You put your hand over your mouth to quiet the rest of your giggles.  “Okay, my turn.  Remember a few years ago when Joey Waters wouldn’t stop teasing me so you beat him up and he peed his pants?  Literally peed his pants.”

Carl let out a laugh, but his body tensed a bit.  “Yeah, of course I remember that.  I think I remember a little more about that than you do, though,” he murmured before rolling onto his back.  “I had heard that he was teasing you because he liked you and was planning on asking you to the school dance.  I would love to say he’s the only one I scared off, but that’d be lying.”

His comment made butterflies form in your stomach, but you knew you shouldn’t think too much into it.  He was just being the protective best friend he always had been. Nothing more.  “Now that’s something I didn’t know.  No wonder I never got a date to the dance,” you said with a laugh, playfully shoving his chest.  

Rolling back over onto his side, Carl flashed a shy smile. “My turn,” he mumbled, looking up in thought.  “Remember that time I got you to practice kissing with me before I went on my date with Rachel?  I even got you to make out with me,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Oh, of course I remember.”  You laughed to yourself, but you couldn’t stop a blush from forming on your cheeks.  The rest of your thoughts would have to remain to yourself.  Practicing kissing with Carl was far from a chore for you. You had long been hopelessly in love with your best friend, and as sad as it sounds, you knew that practicing was as close as you’d ever get to the real thing with him.  How could you not be in love with your best friend?  He had always been there to protect you and put a smile on your face, which was far more than anything anyone else had ever done for you.  Still, you kept this secret buried throughout the years.  A friendship with Carl was better than ruining your relationship altogether over feelings that were not mutual.

“I’m really feeling like I owe you tonight, so yet again I must admit that I probably remember more about that day than you do,” Carl uttered, putting his hands over his face.  “I never went on a date with Rachel.”

A quiet laugh fell from your lips and you raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?  Did she reject you?  Cancel?”

Even though the room was dim and Carl’s hands covered the majority of his face, it was undeniable that his cheeks were bright red.  “No.  I lied to you.  I never even asked her out,” he whispered, his eyes still refusing to meet yours.  “I just… I just needed to kiss you.  At least once.  And that was the only way I could do it.  I’m sorry…”

You could hardly believe your ears.  He had finally begun to admit to what you never thought could possibly be true.  It was all you needed to hear in order to build up the confidence to start confessing as well.

“I lied to you too, Carl,” you admitted, causing him to remove his hands from his face and roll back onto his side to face you.  “I remember telling you that day that helping you practice would be gross and burdensome.  That was a lie.  I’d been dying to kiss you forever and thought that would be my only chance to do it so I did.  And I lied again after that when I told you that I hoped your date would go well.” Flustered with all you had revealed, it was now your turn to cover your face with your hands.

Carl wasn’t having it.  He pulled your hands away from your face and entwined his fingers with yours, pressing his forehead against yours.  “Ah, so you had a crush on me?  How embarrassing,” he teased with a smirk on his lips, but his eyes glowed with awe and affection.

Your cheeks darkened even more, but you laughed and rolled your eyes.  “No, idiot. I was in love with you,” you mumbled, looking down at your hands that were engulfed by his own.

The smirk fell from Carl’s lips and a very serious look took over his face.  His eyes were dark as they roamed your face. “Was?” he whispered, his nose brushing against yours. “Yeah, sure, I was in love with you too. But I still am in love with you.”

You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat and slowly moved to press your body even closer to his.  “And I’m still in love with you too.”

Moving his hand down to your hip, he pushed you onto your back and carefully climbed on top of you, making sure not to put too much of his weight on you.  His eyes roamed up and down your body in awe before his eyes met yours again.  “Kiss me.”

Without hesitation, you tangled your fingers into his soft locks and crashed your lips into his.  Your lips moved in perfect rhythm with his, both of you expressing years of locked up passion and emotion.  It wasn’t long before he had asked permission to take off your shirt, and did the same yet again before removing the underwear off of both of you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured into your skin, kissing up and down your neck before pulling back and looking into your eyes. “Are you sure about this?  I wouldn’t want to hurt you or make you do something you might regret.  If—“

“Shhh.” You let out a breathless giggle and put your finger over his lips, causing his eyes to widen.  “I’ve waited long enough for this.  Don’t make me wait any longer,” you mocked, pulling his lips back down to yours.

The night was filled with the passion you had desired from Carl for so long.  Of course, he stopped many times to make sure you were okay and to check that he wasn’t hurting you.  When he wasn’t stopping to check in on how you were doing, he was pausing to tell you how beautiful you were or to remind you how much he loved you.  It was all you needed to finally put your mind at peace and for Carl to fall into a deep sleep, his mind clear of everything that had occurred earlier.  You fell asleep underneath the blankets, your legs tangled with his and your head pressed against his chest.

The next morning, you awoke to someone nudging your arm. With a yawn, you opened your eyes, which immediately noticed the smirk on his lips.  “What?”

“Remember last night on the way here when you said you’d sleep with me and I joked it’d help to calm my nerves?” He chuckled and wiggled his eyebrows at you. “It worked.”

You rolled your eyes and buried your face back into his chest, laughing softly. “How long have you been waiting for me to wake up to say that?”

Carl laughed and squeezed your hips.  “Oh, you know, about an hour.  I got impatient.”

Before you could comment back, you were interrupted by the sound of someone running down the stairs and approaching the couch you two were on.  “For fuck’s sake, it’s about time, you two.”  It was Lip.

It was about time.

Dating Jungkook

I did this as non-idol, I hope you don’t mind! 

Originally posted by jimiyoong

  • Getting shy about skinships in public (with friends, family, etc. We all know he’s a little shy with females)
  • Although he’s shy about it around people, Jungkook loves to cuddle and hold hands when it’s just the two of you.
  • He likes dates but he doesn’t have a lot of money so dates are rare but romantic and special when they happen
  • You win fights by embarrassing him with kisses in front of his mom
  • “I cannot believe you did that.. She won’t let me live it down.”
  • He would definitely say ‘I love you’ first then get a little panicked about it
  • Why did I say that? Watch her be like 'me too.. buddy.’ Oh god, I would just go ahead and dig my grave. Why did I not know I was dumb? That would have been nice information. 
  • When you say 'I love you too’ he would be the cutest and most excited little squirt ever. 
  • Nervous around your family, he gets shy and quiet when it comes to meeting and sitting with siblings/parents/uncles, etc. But stays formal and polite
  • Goes to bed fully clothed when you stay the night at his house or vice versa
  • Nicknames are cute, he will give you a million of them and will call you a different nickname every time he wants your attention
  • Once he opens up and gets away from the shy aspect of his life, he’s the sweetest and most annoying human you will ever meet
  • Clings to you in the mornings when you’re trying to leave the bed
  • “Stay here, I’m sleepy.”
  • He will stay up ALL night if you’re upset trying to fix whatever is wrong
  • Fights are never serious (which is why you always light him up in front of mama Jeon)
  • Gets so embarrasingly shy whenever someone mentions marriage or kids to you guys
  • When you fall asleep in the middle of texting him, he gets pouty and spams you
  • Jungkook is no fighter but if someone’s giving you a hard time, Jungkook is your number one. He’ll drop kick someone’s ass in a heart beat
  • Flirts with you 
  • When he’s in a bad mood, he tends to be more quiet than usual and just lays on top of you
  • Cheesiest dad jokes / pickup lines
  • He’s a jokestar so be prepared for dumb but funny pranks
  • Matching pajamas when he’s not stubborn and decides to wear skinny jeans to bed
  • Star gazing 
  • Aegyo is a weakness. You can use it when you want him to do something (carry something heavy or go get you something from the store) He can’t say to your cute little face so he’d be a running man
  • Probably signs you both up for a dance class so you guys can goof off and have fun whilst failing at dancing
  • He plays with your hand when he’s nervous
  • Ice cream and a Disney movie on a Thursday night is a date
  • Playful when he wants attention
  • Gives you flowers all the time because he feels like it
  • “I cut my hand trying to pick out all of the pretty ones. You had better like these flowers or I’m chopping my hand off and giving it to you.”
  • If he finds an interesting book, he will read it to you 
  • Late night conversations about nothing
  • Forces you to play Overwatch with him
  • Board games and hot chocolate in the winter because his mom is still protective over the twenty year old
  • Can be childish sometimes so expect him to wear a bra on his head 
  • Will put up a fight if you think you’re about to leave him without giving him a kiss first
  • Falls asleep when you play with his hair
  • Learns how to bake different desserts and has you be the taste tester for all of them 
  • Gets a matching piercing with you (he doesn’t care where it is, he’s getting the same piercing)
  • Pouts and gets antsy when you make him wear his glasses
  • Takes you with him to all appointments he has
  • “If I die just know it’s your fault because you forced me here.”
  • He’s the cutest and sweetest boyfriend after he opens up and gets used to being around a female so often. You’ll just have to give him a little bit of time. Otherwise, he’s a handful of fun and cuddles

Hope you enjoyed! ~A

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Originally posted by baeksilisk

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Scenario: Time Travel AU
Pairing: Baekhyun/Reader
Word Count: 2429
Rating: T (violence in later chapters)

Summary: When the Museum of Ancient History reveals its newest exhibit, you’re expecting a blast from the past. You just hadn’t counted on it being literal. 

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You look down at the brochure that’s clutched tightly in your fists. You’d only just arrived and already the glossy paper is crumpled from your nervous fidgeting, your hands clammy from holding it.



To be unveiled to the public on Saturday, October 8

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So I remeber our shop teacher was a loon. First of all, the class he taught was called Woodshop. His name? Mr. Wood. He was downright scary when he wanted to be. If he saw you running in the halls he would yell at you in German (terrifying). If you were goofing off in his class, he would take out his glass eye and throw it at you. How did he loose his eye? A woodshop accident. He also graded everyone’s first project (a birdhouse) by throwing it against the wall. If it stayed intact, you passed. He was my favorite teacher.

Under your skin the moon is alive.

Long distance relationships aren’t easy, but that just means they’ve got to make each moment matter, got to make it memorable, got to make it mean more.

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Falling in love with Yuri is something that happens gradually. Creepingly.

Otabek, twelve and frustrated and hurt in his pride at being stuck with the little kids, his quads aching as the ballet teacher corrected his stance on the barre for what felt like the hundredth time, had not been struck by lightening at the sight of blonde boy who slipped from position to position as smoothly as raindrops on a lotus leaf.

“Very well, Yuri,” the teacher would say several times throughout the day and the boy named Yuri would not puff up with pride like many of the other children did, but instead just pursed his lips and did even better the next time.

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seijou 3rd years aesthetics

oikawa: stargazing, pale summer mornings, a good hair day and chins held high, intertwining your pinkies with the person you love, overthinking, stardust and wishing upon a shooting star, heart-to-hearts at 2am, quirky nicknames, looking up conspiracy theories, talking through a movie, smiling at strangers, aliens, happy humming in the morning, butterfly kisses, passionate anger that brings tears, excitement over little things, daydreaming, stealing clothes from your favourite person.

iwaizumi: black coffee in the morning, courage when you’re most afraid, slow dancing, well made beds, late night drives, the glint in the eyes of the person you love when they’re happy, when you spike the ball and your skin prickles, when you know you’re trusted, your friends’ doodles on your notebooks, the feeling when you know you’ve won, the ache deep in your muscles after working hard, helping someone with their homework, red pumas and hoodies.

hanamaki: daisy chains, truth or dare, metaphors, dancing in the rain, the first stroke of a brush against a clean canvas, creampuffs, messy rooms, blanket and pillow forts, bad pick-up lines, bubble tea, spinning fast on office chairs, minty toothpaste, lazy sunday afternoons, grocery store raids late at night, fiercely protecting loved ones, skipping classes to goof off, puns, fruity lemonade, button up shits.

matsukawa: the calm before a storm, the crunch of snow below your feet, shared breakfasts, security, roadtrips, that moment you see your favourite person coming and you can’t help but smile, polaroid photos, being breathless after running, holding hands, shaving cream lather, holding the door open for someone, hugs so tight they hurt, black and white movies, witty jokes, staying calm in anger, beanies and worn out jeans.

Smirk - Luke Hemmings Smut

Pairing: Luke and Y/N

Word Count: 3.8k+

Rating: Smut-o-rama

Requested: Not in so many words

Looked at my poster of The Breakfast club and this little idea came into my mind.

I hated Luke Hemmings. I absolutely hated everything about him. I hated his cocky, arrogant demeanor, how he goofed off in class constantly, and that he always seemed to make me the object of his jokes. It wasn’t bullying exactly, seeing as I could more than stand up for myself, and often did, telling him to fuck off and shove a dildo up his ass, but his constant tirades of jokes and pranks got tiresome. But most of all, I hated how undeniably attracted I was to him.

It made absolutely no sense, for me to allow myself to develop feelings for this arrogant, cocky bastard, but it happened nonetheless. I couldn’t tell if he knew it or not, but he kept up his attitude all the same. I ignored him most of the time, trying to tell myself I was being irrational and that no contact was the best kind, but I could never let a chance get away for me to embarrass him the way he so tried to embarrass me.

Such an opportunity arrived one day when I was putting my books in my locker, getting ready to head off to my art class, a class I often found solace in. I could tell he was walking down the hall by the obnoxious amount of noise he was creating, but I wasn’t exactly expecting him to lean up against the metal lockers to talk to me.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, sounding oddly nice. I just glanced up at him shrewdly, knowing that this could easily be something else he was trying to get a laugh out of his asshole friends. He smirked down at me, taking my lack of speech as a continuation to continue. “I think you should help me out in that Calc class,” he said, looking at his nails like it was no big deal. I let out a laugh and looked up at him.

“And why, pray tell, would I ever consider doing something like that?” I asked sarcastically. I thought he was actually doing fairly well it that class, honestly. It was just another thing that pissed me off about him, how he had so much natural talent but he wasted it away goofing off in class.

“Well, honestly, I’m having a bit of trouble focusing in that class,” he told me while eyeing me up and down, the same smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes at him, trying to ignore the way his obvious once over made my stomach tingle.

“Sounds like a problem with the student, not the subject matter then,” I told him, swiftly shutting my locker and heading down the hallway. Luke, however, caught up with me and I sighed in defeat, knowing he would pester me the entire way there. Luke and I had an obnoxious amount of classes together, making my time all the more difficult.

“C’mon, Y/N, don’t make me sound desperate,” he whined at my side, as if whining would do any good. I scoffed at him again.

“Desperate for what? You obviously don’t need my help, I don’t know why we’re even having this conversation,” I told him, entering the classroom and going over to an empty seat. He sat in the one directly adjacent to mine and began setting his materials up there.

“Come on, Y/N, I already had to make up some lame excuse to try and spend some time with you, don’t make me sound even more desperate by making me say it out loud,” he continued to whine, something I would’ve been obnoxiously annoyed at had his words not triggered my attention slightly.

“You want to spend time with me?” I asked, genuine concern in my tone. I didn’t understand why Luke would want to possibly spend any more time with me than he had to. He just rolled his eyes and nodded, which prompted my question of, “Why?” He smirked at me again.

“Well, in case you haven’t noticed, you’re kind of hot,” he blurted out. While I felt my cheeks get red, Luke’s face remained impassive, that signature smirk still gracing his features. I managed to give a strangled sort of laugh as I began brushing my paintbrush across the canvas we were working on.

“I’ll see you in hell first, Hemmings,” I retorted, ignoring his gaze and focusing on my work. I heard him give an exasperated sigh as he waved his wet paintbrush around in his hands as he talked.

“Look, Y/N, all I’m trying to say-” but whatever Luke was trying to say was drowned out by my audible gasp as a huge blob of orange flew from his brush and landed directly on the sleeve of my white jumper. I looked down at the ugly blemish, mouth agape in fury. I knew it was an honest mistake, but everything about this moment was pissing the hell out of me. I looked up, fury in my eyes to meet his wide eyes, pleading with me to not overreact. I didn’t care. I dipped my brush in the royal blue paint I was using and flicked it with my hand, splattering blue all over his stupid white band tee.

Luke looked down at the spots on his shirt, his mouth twisted in anger as he looked back at me. He quickly put his brush in the purple paint and drew a thick line down the side of my face. I could feel the paint drying on my skin, only making me more angry. Just as I was about to shove my palette on his lap, I heard an angry voice behind us.

“Hemmings, Y/L/N, what do you think you’re doing?” our art teacher screeched at us as she swooped down upon us. I gulped, knowing trouble was just around the corner. She’d made a huge deal on the first day about us not wasting paint and keeping our stations orderly and clean. I looked up at her with guilty eyes, to see her already shaking her head at us.

“Guys, this means Saturday,” she said simply, going over to her desk and beginning to write on a slip of paper. I opened my mouth in horror, knowing she was referring to the annoying Saturday detentions.

“No, please, you have to understand,” but I was cut off by her sharp shake of her head.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but you know how I feel about this. You and Hemmings better be here bright and early tomorrow morning, ready to serve out this detention,” she said, handing me the little pink slip with my name written upon it.

And that’s how I ended up standing outside the school on a Saturday morning at nine in the morning, waiting to spend  some of my valuable time doing absolutely nothing. With douchebag Luke. And probably no one else. I groaned as I began walking up the stairs and into the school, going to the designated room for detention.

When I entered the room, I saw that it was empty except for the desks with closed bottoms and Luke, lazily sitting at one with his feet up on the table. I shot him a disgusted look, sitting at a table far away from him and attempting to stretch my legs out. Much to my dismay, the front part of the desk was prohibiting me from still my legs all the way out, blocking my entire bottom half. I hated desks like this, they made me feel trapped. I put my book bag down in the adjacent chair and pulled out a notebook, preparing to at least get some work done.

Before I could do much work, I heard my book bag plop down on the floor beside me and I saw Luke take the seat beside me, smirking down at me. I looked up at him disdainfully.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he said, trying to sound funny and ironic, but just coming off as an even bigger douchebag. I rolled my eyes at him.

“Not really, considering you’re the one who got me in this mess,” I retorted, going back to working on my homework. I was already annoyed by his presence, but I oddly didn’t want him to leave. I didn’t understand my own damn feelings.

“C’mon, you’re not really that mad at me, are you?” he asked, trying to inject pleading into his tone, but I just rolled my eyes at him.

“Not only did you ruin my white blouse, but you also managed to land me in detention, I’d say I’m pretty pissed, yeah,” I said, putting my pencil down and abandoning any effort that was happening there. He just smirked at me.

“At least this way you get to spend a little time with me,” he told me, placing a hand on my arm and squeezing it gently. I didn’t like how my stomach reacted when he touched me, filling with nerves and clenching at the lightest touch. I tried to keep a steady face.

“And why in God’s name would I want to spend any time with you?” I spat at him. I didn’t expect him to get hurt or upset, but I certainly wasn’t expecting him to laugh and continue to smirk down at me.

“Oh please, we all know you have such an undying attraction to me, Y/N,” he whispered in my ear, making me hold back a shiver. I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, so I just glared up into his face, but he continued. “Rightly so too, because you have absolutely no idea how incredibly sexy I find you, Y/N,” he told me, running a hand along my thigh, letting his fingers graze underneath my skirt. This time the shiver I let out was wholly involuntary.

“You can only imagine what I would do to that irresistible little body of yours,” he breathed in my ear, letting his lips ever so lightly graze against my jaw before going back up to continue talking. “I bet I could even make you cum right here, in those pretty little panties I know your wearing, just with my fingers. Hell, I’d probably have to use my mouth, I bet you taste so good,” he moaned in my ear.

My mouth had gone agape long ago and I could feel it going dry, just at the thought of what he could do to me. I didn’t want to give into him too easily, but I didn’t know what to say. I opened and closed my mouth foolishly, but was spared of giving a response by General Meyers, our assistant principal entering the room. He wasn’t really a general, but his no nonsense attitude and strict guidelines had earned him that name long ago.

“Hemmings, separate table,” he barked the moment he saw Luke sitting at my table. Luke withdrew his hand from my thigh, leaving me feeling a little cold at the lack of his touch, and raised his hands in surrender, walking over to another table. General Meyers glared at us.

“I’ll be in to check on you two periodically, no funny business, you hear me?” he all but shouted, and I nodded my head sheepishly, seeing Luke do the same only a smirk was still ever present on his face. General Meyers narrowed his eyes at us before exiting the room. I released a shaky breath as he did, attempting to calm down from what Luke was earlier saying to me.

“My offer still stands,” I heard Luke say as he sauntered over to my table again, sitting in his previous seat and placing his hand on my thigh again, stroking it up and down as if there had been no interruption. “I’d love to get you home, but we can still have some fun here.”

“Luke, you heard what General Meyers said, he’ll be in to check on us,” I hissed at him, hoping our conversation wouldn’t carry to wherever he was. Luke, however, just laughed again, leaning down to place open mouthed kisses along my neck.

“Angel, detention is already halfway over, the only time he’ll be coming back is to tell us we can leave,” he said in between kisses. “Let me have a little fun with you, Kitten,” he said, and I allowed my eyes to involuntarily close at his use of a pet name. I didn’t want to give into him, I really didn’t, but I couldn’t deny myself the fact that I could feel wetness pooling between my legs and my stomach clenching with want.

 I pulled my head away from his mouth sharply, peering into his face which was so close to mine. He looked back at me with hooded eyes and that God forsaken smirk. Without thinking too much more about what I was doing, I impulsively brought my face back to his, finally connecting our mouths in a heated kiss.

I could feel Luke’s surprise, knowing that he hadn’t expected me to react so quickly, but kissing me back with ease all the same. I could feel him fucking smirk into my mouth as he continued kissing me, pulling my face closer to his. When I attempted to deepen the kiss, he pulled his mouth away from mine, much to my dismay, but instead went back to its placement at my neck. I closed my eyes and allowed my hands to thread themselves in his blonde locks as he continued to lick, bite, and suck his way across the expanse of my neck.

“Plenty of time for the preamble later, princess, right now I’d really like to see what exactly I can do to you,” he murmured into my skin, and I hummed in response. I felt his hand rubbing slow circles on my inner thigh, slowly working his way up higher into my body. I thanked God I wore a skirt today, making it easier for Luke to slide his hand up toward my aching heat.

I gave a little shudder when he finally reached the warmth of my core. He smiled against the skin of my neck, resting his head on my shoulder and rubbing me slowly over my panties. I felt my cheeks heat up as I realized how embarrassingly damp my underwear already was, which of course didn’t go past Luke’s notice as he gave a small little moan.

“Angel, you’ve already soaked yourself through and I’ve barely even touched you,” he said as he moved his head down further, still rubbing me tortuously through my underwear. He kept kissing me down my clothed body until he had to move from his seat in the chair to the floor, positioned in between my knees. I saw him smirk up at me before pushing my skirt up to my waist, allowing him to have much better access to my bottom half.

Luke seemed content on torturing me as he moved his hands from my heat, making me whimper at the loss of contact. He slowly pushed my knees further apart, pulling me closer to him by the bottom of my calves, making my chair scoot forward. He leaned his head in, slowly kissing the side of my knee, moving his head oh so slowly inward, leaving a trail of kisses along my thigh. When he reached my core, he barely allowed his lips to ghost over my clothed heat, before continuing onto the other thigh. I groaned in annoyance and I could hear him laughing below me.

“Patience, Kitten, patience,” he spoke slowly into my skin, never breaking in his trail of kisses. When he reached the opposite knee, he placed one final kiss to the side of my knee before letting his hands slowly drag upwards toward my panties. Hooking his fingers around the edges, he slowly began scooting them down my legs, making me lift up on the chair, allowing him to fully remove my underwear. He looked at the pink Victoria’s Secret item in his hand, studying it, before putting it in his back pocket. I raised my eyebrows at him.

“For safe keeping,” he told me, keeping eye contact and maintaining that annoyingly endearing smirk. He allowed his eyes to travel down my body to my now bare core, and I heard him let out an audible moan.

“Babe,” he said, keeping his eyes locked on my dripping pussy, “I do believe you look good enough to eat,” he whispered, slowly dragging his fingers up to my folds and easily sliding them around, spreading my wetness. I let out a whimper at the contact, and Luke tore his eyes away from my core long enough to smirk up at me.

“Feel good, angel?” he asked, and when I nodded my head desperately, he grinned up at me, pulling me slightly closer and settling more comfortably between my legs. “Babe, you are in for it,” he told me, but I wasn’t sure if he was talking more to me or himself.

He continued running his fingers slowly up and down my folds, stopping every so often at my clit to give it a sharp little rub, making me whimper and thrust my hips upwards for more friction. He brought up his other hand, spreading me out before him and I could feel his hot breath hitting my core. I felt him lean his head in and give a hearty sniff, moaning as he did so. He then nudged his face along my folds, allowing his lip ring to nudge my clit, making me gasp at the cold feeling on my hot bud. Before I could get too impatient, I felt him bring his head closer, barely kissing my clit. I let out a rush of breath, instantly wanting more, but Luke was determined to drag this out.

Luke slowly dragged the tip of his tongue up from my entrance to my clit, allowing his fingers to softly wander around my my folds as well. I bit down on my bottom lip to prevent myself from crying out when Luke began flicking my clit lightly with his tongue, circling my entrance with one finger. He moaned into my pussy at the taste and closed his lips around my sensitive clit, continuing to flick his tongue around it, and slowly pushed one finger into my entrance.

By now, I had my head laid down on the table while Luke was completely concealed beneath it, diligently working against my shaking bottom half. I had my legs thrown over his shoulders, pulling him closer to my core by wrapping my legs around him. I was breathing heavily as he began pumping one finger in and out of me, curling it up every so often, making me whimper. His mouth was still latched onto my clit, but he was now switching back and forth between long pulls with his mouth and soft little flicks of his tongue.

Through my haze of pleasure, I heard noises from the adjacent room and my head shot up while Luke remained in his position between my legs. I listened as closely as I could and vaguely heard footsteps making their way to the door. I tried to scoot my chair back, but Luke remained in his place between my legs.

“Luke!"I hissed down at him and he stilled his movements, if only slightly. "Someone’s coming,” I told him breathlessly, expecting him to come up from underneath the table, but instead he just pulled my chair closer, keeping his mouth on me and concealing himself beneath the table.

Moments later General Meyers entered the room, and I did my best to look as normal as I could while still feeling Luke slowly trace his tongue up and down my core. Despite the fact that I attempted to kick him to stop his movements, he continued his ministrations, and I could even feel him smirking into my core. General Meyers took one look around the room, taking note of the fact that Luke wasn’t visible and settled his glare on me.

“Where’s Hemmings?” he barked, and I cleared my throat, trying to focus on his voice instead of Luke’s tongue, which was slowly dragging down toward my entrance, as he slowly pushed it in.

“He, uh…bathroom?” I managed to squeak out, and he narrowed his eyes at me, heaving a sigh. I tried not to moan out as Luke began darting his tongue in and out of me, curling it upward like he did his finger and sucking on as much as he could get in his mouth.

“Figures,” I vaguely heard General Meyers say above me as he fixated me with his gaze. I tried to look as normal as possible while Luke was slowly bringing me closer to edge. “Well, you can leave then in about five minutes,” he told me, and I nodded at him as best I could. He turned on his heel and began exiting the room. When the door finally closed completely, I let out a soft moan, reaching my hands down into Luke’s hair, and forcing him closer to me.

“Finish me off before I have to leave,” I whined desperately down at him, and I felt him hum in response into my heat, only making me moan out more as the vibrations traveled through me. 

Luke got down to work much more quickly now, moving his mouth back up to my clit and sucking harshly, not even worrying about the slurping noises which were now coming from him. He brought his hand back up to my pussy, thrusting two fingers in suddenly and curling them upwards, making me moan out loudly and bite at my lip.

“Come one, baby, give me a proper taste of you,” he growled into me, making me moan again, louder this time. I could feel myself coming closer and closer to edge as he began sucking on my clit harder than before, moaning into me, making the vibrations edge me on. After curling his fingers in me roughly once more, I let out a high pitched moan as I began to unravel. I felt myself let go, spilling over into Luke’s mouth, as he moaned once more, greedily licking up at the mess I’d made.

After I’d calmed down slightly and Luke made sure he’d gathered everything I’d spilled out, he looked up at me from between my legs, giving me a smug smirk. I gave him a half-hearted smile back as he slowly stood up, towering over me and lifting his hand to wipe his mouth. Slowly, he leaned down, leaving a lingering kiss on my lips before straightening up and heading over to his desk.

I looked at him confused as I pulled my skirt back down, not failing to notice that my panties were still poking out of his back pocket. He scribbled something down on a piece of paper, ripped it out, and gathered his things before walking past me, only slowing to drop the paper on my desk. He smirked at me before he left, letting one eye drop in a wink as he closed the door. I looked down at the paper in a daze and felt my own lips lift in a smirk as I read his untidy scrawl. There was a quick note, followed by an address.

My place, eight tonight. Can’t wait to see you there, Angel. ;-)




The first post of my back to school series! As a part of the series, I will have a four part chain of posts for tips for each year of high school. All based from my own personal experiences throughout high school. This advice not only pertains to academics but also social situations that the general population of high schoolers do experience.

Ways to Prepare for Freshman Year

  • Know what your classes are so you aren’t constantly double checking your schedule
  • Don’t buy school supplies last minute, get them after getting your schedule so you know exactly what classes to get basic things for!
  • Get at least a 1-inch binder and nothing smaller if you have a binder for every class. Get a 2-inch if you prefer to compile your classes into one.
  • Get a lot of loose leaf paper and pencils/pens!!! A LOT! You can never have too many and you will run out of paper and lose your pens/pencils.
  • Fix your sleep schedule and get plenty of rest before and after the start of school!!!
  • If you have access to a map of your school, try to study it as best as possible so you don’t get lost. The maps are mostly useless, but they do give you an idea of where things are placed.
  • It’s okay to be anxious, but try to turn anxiety into excitement! Freshman year is going to be great!

How to Survive Freshman Year

  • Don’t get caught up in drama!!! It will happen, but don’t let it affect you. Focus on your studies!
    • Don’t prioritize relationships over school work!! PLEASE!
  • Get to know your teachers
    • Make sure they know who you are, but be sure to distance yourself. You don’t want to suffocate your teachers.
  • Try to not miss a lot of class.
    • It’s inevitable and if you do, email your teachers (this is why it’s important to know them) and ask for help getting caught up.
  • Stay alert and pay attention!!
    • Don’t goof off or sleep in class, because it can be hard to figure out what you missed in a lesson in those ten minutes.
  • Don’t sit near friends
    • Or do, because it’s okay to sit near people you know. Just don’t let them distract you.
  • Upperclassmen can be friendly, but typically it’s not safe to trust them.
    • If you get on a close basis with upperclassmen that is okay and then you are in the clear!!! But don’t trust people you don’t know, as they might steer you in the wrong direction.
  • It’s not cool to hate everyone or everything.
    • For some reason, people go through this phase. It’s okay to enjoy things. Please just enjoy things.
  • Get involved.
    • Do band, choir, theater, athletics, yearbook, honors clubs, etc.
    • Go to football games, support the band and choir by going to their concerts, and go to dances (if dances are your scene, i never went to prom because it wasn’t in my best interest).
  • Friends come and go, so be prepared to see your social group fluctuate and be prepared for some of your friends to get tied up in things.
    • Understand this normal and this happens to everyone.
    • Understand that if your friends get involved in bad situations, don’t sacrifice your well being for a friendship. Instead, try to get them help instead of joining them. (I’m talking about drugs, kids)
  • Be SAFE!!!
    • Don’t drink and drive, don’t text and drive, don’t leave drinks unattended, don’t go anywhere sketchy alone, use protection, and don’t do drugs. Try to not party, but if you get in a situation where you do, be careful. (Please don’t drink underage but if you do please be safe about it. I know people get caught up in things and it just happens sometimes. And you’re probably not driving yet anyway but this is something you should keep set in your mind).

warning: reader has minor anxiety

pairing: peter parker x reader

words: 1,963

request: you should write something about peter parker and how maybe reader has been his wingwoman for a long time but reader accidentally developed feelings for Peter

a/n: first peter fic i’ve written, hopefully i didn’t go too far off the request! also wouldn’t mind making a part two to this if you guys like it? (i left it pretty open ended hahaha) also, keep requesting stuff!!!


“So..” Peter spoke after a few minutes of us silent eating. “Do you plan on going to homecoming?”

You looked up at him, a comedic expression on your face as Peter and you had never been ones to participate in school activities like that. “Probably not,” you said, “I mean, unless someones asks me. But that definitely won’t happen.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Why wouldn’t it?”

“Because I’m me,” you said, as if it were the most obvious observation in the world. You were a very lay low person in all aspects, never having had a boyfriend or many friends other than Peter. In your eyes, he was all you needed.

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Kuroo goofing off in charms class while Kenma tries to concentrate, requested by @one-doesnt-simply-walk-in-bagend

I couldn’t help but add more characters. There’s so many fun things that could go on there (i guess we all forgot they would be in different years but hehe who cares)

Sketchy activity request meme: rules, all pictures

anonymous asked:

What about parenting AU with RFA + V + Saeran, pretty pleaseeeee? <333

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~Like, what they’re like with kiddos? U got it. I’m a huge sucker for them as parents tbh. Marshmallow fluff ahead

◉ Yoosung

  • He’s such a good dad!
  • Very sensitive to the babies needs
  • He will stay up late to hold and rock the baby while he plays LOLOL
  • Carries photos of his kid and a family photo and shows it to everyone
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  • If he’s at the grocery store he will whip it out nonchalantly
    • “Thanks for bagging my stuff so fast! Gotta get home to the wife and kid heh heh. See, that’s them there with me, aren’t they so cute?!!!!”
    • “………I know. You showed me that just yesterday, sir.”
  • When they get a little older they sit on his lap while he plays LOLOL and they cheer for him, they love it!
    • “Go get em, daddy!”
  • Expert ouchie kisser
  • He can not say no to them ever.
  • So he’s a “go ask your mom” type of dad lol
  • You guys wear matching family shirts when you go out
  • It’s less fun for the little ones as they get older but it makes their dad happy so they groan and put them on lolol
  • Yoosung is the only one they call for in the middle of the night when they’re scared
  • Daddy is the master monster slayer in LOLOL
  • So of course, he has to come in and scare away any in the closet or under the bed

◉ Jumin

  • If it’s a girl, they’re wearing so many frills and bows OMG
  • The kids can do no wrong in his eyes
  • Everything is cute to him
  • His favorite thing with the babies is putting them to sleep
  • Will sing them lullabies while rocking them its freaking precious!!!!!!!
  • His kids will be spoiled rotten of course
  • But also have manners
  • He steps back from work to be home more after he has kids
  • Family is something that Jumin’s always felt incredibly strong about
  • He is adamant that you all have quality time together
  • And his father even changes when he sees his first grandchild
  • Him and Jumin both have strong family values, and so he actually steps back from women to spend time with his grandchildren while he still has time
  • He no longer cares about going out on dates with young pretty girls, he just wants to be around his sons family-which makes Jumin sooooo happy !!!
  • You all take lots of family vacations together
  • When they get older he likes to bring them to C&R and teach them about the business, he lets them hang out in his office
  •  He opens up so many new products related to children after becoming a father and uses his kids as the models because he thinks they’re perfect!

◉ Zen

  • He is such a softie when it comes to his babies
  • If it’s a girl-LOOK OUT
  • He will be the dad who enjoys scaring the shit out of her boyfriends
    • “Just remember…if you touch one hair on her head…I was in a biker gang. And I’ve scouted plenty of places to hide bodies, punk.”
  • If he has a son, that’s the kid that comes home from preschool like
    • “I have 12 girlfriends!”
  • And Zen is so proud but teaches him how to be a proper gentleman
  • The kids help him practice and run lines
  • They put on performances for you in the living room
  • Constantly gloating about them and posting pictures online
  • His fans are oBSESSED with the kid pics tbh they love his kids so much
  • They’re always sending toys and stuff in the mail for them
  • He thinks it would be so cool if they wanted to pursue an acting career like him
  • But
  • He is constantly telling them that he will support them no.matter.what.
  • He doesn’t want them to feel the same way he did when he was young
  • And he’s always super aware of what their dreams are and he always has their backs 100%

◉ Jaehee

  • Super mom
  • She can be a bit of a control freak at times but it’s all out of love
  • Has a schedule for everything and when they get older there WILL be a chore chart
  • Love to cook and bake with the kids, it’s her favorite thing
  • They’re always doing something on the weekends
  • Whether its going to a movie, the park, museum etc but she feels it’s important to get out as a family and experience stuff
  • Master of lunch packing tbh
  • Her kids always have amazing lunches
  • She never wants them to be scraping by for food and has to make sure they are eating healthy for growing minds!
  • Tiny Zen fans OMG
  • They watch his dvds together and they all gush about him its so cute
  • Their fav thing is going to his performances!!
  • Zen lets them backstage afterwards and they just jump on him and hug him
  • They’re his favorite fans–ever.

◉ Saeyoung

  • We all know he’s the goofball dad, o k
  • His kids will have meme onesies
  • He builds tons of toys made especially for them
  • They’ve always got the coolest gadgets, all their friends are constantly begging to hang out at their house
  • You will randomly walk in and your house has been made into a giant obstacle course or fort
  • He’s always encouraging them to play and have fun
  • They help him prank Yoosung
  • a lot
  • Teaches them many languages and they make fun of Yoosung and he can’t understand it and they’re just laughing and laughing and Yoosung is crying
    • “Don’t drag them into this too, Saeyoung! Stop talking about meeeee!”
  • Yes, he likes to have fun and play with them
  • But that’s only a part of it
  • He’s actually pretty strict!!!
  • Obviously, within good reason. He just wants them to be the best people they can be, and he wants to be a good father who can both tell them right from wrong as well as play around and make them laugh a lot
  • You do.not. want to come home with bad grades or have the teacher say you were goofing off in class
  • He will ground you SO FAST.
  • Tries to stress that it’s okay to have fun but there’s a time and place, and your studies come first
  • Will not tolerate them mouthing off to you, not listening or having an attitude
    • “Hey. Your mother asked you to set the table. If you don’t do it right now I’m going to send a virus to your phone and computer both and you’ll be living like a pioneer until I say otherwise.”

◉ V

  • Tender papa!!
  • So many pics of the kiddos all over the place!!
  • His favorite thing is cuddling with them, honestly
  • And they love it too !
  • Master at piggy back rides
  • Also a fan of carrying them on his shoulders when you’re out and about
  • Wants to spend all of his time with them, and enjoys taking them to school and picking them up when they start getting older
  • Family dinners are full of laughter and smiles and he loves to hear all about everyone’s day
  • Not a dad who shies away from telling his kids how proud he is of them, and how much he loves them

◉ Saeran

  • Very protective of his kids
  • His favorite thing is sleeping with you all in the bed
  • Wouldn’t let Saeyoung hold the babies for the longest time lol
  • He is the dad that wears the kids in a baby bjorn whenever you guys go out
  • When they get older he is guilty of sneaking candy and ice cream for them and himself
    • “Shhh…our secret, ok?”
  • Very loving and caring
  • He’s the type of parent that his kids trust to come with any of their problems
  • Although they hate that they can’t sneak anything by him as they grow older
  • He’s been there, done that, and will not hesitate to hack into their stuff if he feels like something fishy is going on
  • His favorite thing in the world is reading to them before they go to bed
  • He tucks them in and reads whatever book they pick out
  • Or sometimes they ask for him to make one up, so he does
  • It’s so cute
  • On the weekends you guys always have picnics in the park
  • He wants them to always be able to run and play outside and enjoy the sun and laughter

anonymous asked:

got any headcanons for children of Eris?

Eris: Goddess of discord and strife.

  • Excellent prankers. When a child of Eris and a child of Hermes get together there’s bound to be trouble all throughout camp.
  • They tend to get bored by calm situations so they always know exactly what to say to descend a room into chaos
  • Are those kids who can ask a question at the start of class and send the teacher on a spiral, making them completely forget about their lesson plan
  • Can send any room into chaos with two words
  • Make excellent lawyers
  • Will literally fight over anything
  • That kid in class who is really loud and constantly trolling everyone else
  • Probably have the words “very smart, lots of potential, doesn’t apply themselves” written on every report card back to the third grade
  • Adhd+dyslexia+general goofing off in class does not equal application of self in a teacher’s eyes.
  • Usually very intelligent, able to properly asses any situation
  • Very good at finding weak spots in defenses, in people or armies.