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Neverland (20/20)

Summary: The Fakes hate Gemini. They’re a vicious, cut-throat crew who go against everything the FAHC stand for. But when a bigger, badder threat comes along, Michael and Ryan are forced to team up with Gavin - Gemini’s mastermind thief - to take down a common enemy.

The two of them are determined not to get too close - but living together in a small safe house, it’s hard to hide all the ways that you’re broken.

all major content warnings at the start of part 1

Part 1  Part 19  AO3

xxxvii. homecoming

Ryan wakes up slowly to find himself in a hospital bed. His head feels thick and woozy, but nothing really hurts too badly. He lifts his head a little, disoriented, and it takes a moment before he recognises the room as the medical centre of their base. He turns his head and smiles as he notices Michael and Gavin curled up together in one of the arm chairs next to the bed. Gavin’s head is resting on Michael’s shoulder, the two of them looking at something on an iPad together, murmuring softly.

“Hey,” Ryan says, or tries to. Nothing but a faint rasp comes out, but it’s enough. They look up and their eyes widen and they’re springing up immediately, rushing to his bedside. Ryan tries to sit up a little more and grimaces; everything feels stiff and heavy.

“Hey, hey, don’t push yourself,” Michael chides. He reaches out and adjusts Ryan’s pillows, helping him to sit up gently. Gavin brings a cup of water to his lips and he drinks gratefully. It washes out the chemical taste in his mouth and when he tries to speak again it’s a little clearer.

“How long was I out for?”

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I want to remind everyone that I don’t take fic/hc requests.

I really appreciate when you guys ask me to write something, but I’ve already explained this and I also have it written on my about page (you should read it for more extra info.) 

I take suggestions because they serve as inspiration, but i almost never write them. I don’t take prompts, I don’t take fics, I don’t write headcanons requests (with headcanons i mean my mini-fics, i do like to discuss headcanons with everyone in here but not writing them as fanfictions)

PLEASE remember this, because it’s very exhausting to receive anons asking me to write certain things when I already stated that I don’t do that. I’ve always felt bad for this because i see many other writers that i like always taking requests and writing prompts… but i can’t force myself to do something i’m not good at. I don’t like writing other people’s ideas, i only like to write when i’m in the mood and if i want a prompt to get inspired, i’ll ask for it. This is just the way i work as a writer, and you’re all MORE than welcome to send me headcanons and ask my opinion about them, i can talk for hours about it, but please don’t ask me to write them as fics. 

thank you!

a darling person on twitter just asked for my mitaka/cassini (one of my ocs) headcanons and like :’) how do I let them know they just released my every single thought I’ve had about them since February??

anyways I’m preparing my dissertation and it’s going to be hard to put into tweet form without breaking twitter :’))))  haha me @ myself calm down

anonymous asked:

Are you a side blog? Also your rules link is not working

OOC :  I’ve been meaning to regard both of these things for a while so - here we go! Yes, I am a sideblog, my main blog is @falseiconz and that’s why, even if I’ve interacted w you a TON, I haven’t followed, because I get paranoid over the fact that you’ll block me (because I follow from a personal) but if you’re okay with that, I’ll totally follow. I just get really worried about that fact haha.

And, additionally, I know the rules link doesn’t work - that’s because it’s still in progress (mainly bc i wanted to get straight to rping lmao) but if u want quick rules right now, i’ll just write out my most important ones - so you all know.

- Although I’m selective, I’m not that selective, I won’t bite your head off if you IM me and I don’t know you yet! I’m totally down with new interactions, mutual or not!
- You can totally tag me in stuff - I’m up for that, most, definitely,  especially starters (again mutual or not, idm! I’m up for interacting with whoever, honestly.) and I’d love to interact with EVERY loser club blog, send me memes, tag me in starters, gifs, text posts, memes anything, I mostly interact w Richie blogs atm so I’d like a bit of a change up if any Eddie/Beverly/Bill blogs wanna tag me in stuff *eyes emoji* (still tho, if you’re a Richie blog - don’t feel discouraged, I’d still love to interact w you <3)
- I am an under 18 rper - and although I do rp sensitive situations (eg. uhm eating kids??) I will NOT do smut rps, firstly, Pennywise is.. an animal of sorts, relationships can be established - but it may be a complete lie and it’s very unlikely it’ll ever get attached to anyone, secondly, it’s illegal, I am not allowed to do it, and I really don’t wanna do it anyways lmao.
- If anything really triggers you, please ask for me to tag it! You are not a bother.
- I am open to OC’s and other fandoms, totally!
- Personal’s are welcome to follow me and possibly even like some replies (if you like my writing that much) but please don’t reblog them or like starters, as when you reblog them, it’s annoying and breaks the whole point of rping, and if you like starters and you’re a personal - I can’t give you anything - you aren’t a rp blog, and my blog is NOT an ask blog. I will take anons when I get questions like this, and if @’s are mentioned, you can’t just go on anon and ask Pennywise things, it’s not how my blog works.
- I follow the 2017 movie as my canon material with some vague (and I mean, very vague) knowledge about bits of the book - no miniseries (or book, really) rp here, only the new movie!

That’s it really. Also, for a quick about/introduction - name’s Abi, I go by she/they pronouns, lesbian, stupid, typical stuff. There ya go, all the info you need, I think haha.

anonymous asked:

See,how do you expect me to sleep after reading your Bill Skarsgars imagine?sooooooooooooo amazing! I'm already in love with this couple!please tell me there'll be more! I see her as Iron Man daughter(since the first movie),so they have the same age,and she was in Thror as well,so Stellan kindda thought of her as his own daughter,and he knows his son have a MASSIVE crush on her,so he invites him on set and ...OMG!!!!

I don’t really, have you not realized I was born to ruin your lives? It’s what I live of! haha I sometimes stay till late at night thinking about said stories myself, I get carried away but it’s always fun and I suuuper happy to know you enjoyed it so much!

Truth is I would absolutely love to write more of this idea of a couple, and other Bill imagines in general ^-^ Plus, you know me I never miss a great opportunity to mix all of my favorite fandoms into one big world! She would be the kind of daughter that wants to become a superhero but Tony said no because he wants to protect her and she still refuses and in the end- You know what? She gets her own movie in the MCU and oooh wait, what if Bill stared in it? And maybe throw in his father, yeah Stellan’s portayal of Erik was sooo great especially in the second Thor I would love to have him there!

Oh and yes of course let’s not forget he’d ship it to no end! He’d be like in interviews:

“Oh I- I think my favorite scene was the romantic date my son’s and (Y/n)’s characters had.”

“But there was no such scene?”

“Oh oh really? Oops yeah I forgot. That happened in real life when we first started filming”

“Oh but wait! Was there a kissing scene or did that happen for real too?” Alexander steps in of course.

Originally posted by karlmordo

Oh and imagine Bill and (Y/n) trying to hide their relationship and Stellan but mostly Alexander loving to mess with them! Oh and let me not get started on their first meeting, I have so many ideas! 

I really do think Stellan would see her as his own daughter for sure, so why not make her his daughter in law?

Lucky 💫

“Um, Malfoy,” Harry muttered. “What are you doing?” Baffled, he looked at the Slytherin, who didn’t seem to be concerned at all.

“I’m resting. I’m so tired,” Malfoy mumbled, eyelids fluttering shut. He did sound pretty sleepy. Harry blinked as Malfoy’s lips stretched into a soft, contented smile.

“Okay,” Harry said slowly. “But why are you resting on my lap?”

“Why not?” Malfoy replied. “Seems like a good place to me.”

Harry stiffened as Malfoy turned his head and snuggled into him. What was he playing at?

“Oi, Harry!” Harry looked up. Seamus had just entered the eighth year common room and was grinning at him. “Don’t you two look cosy,” he said with a wink. Harry blushed and tried to move his legs but Malfoy was just too heavy.

“I have no idea what’s going on,” Harry murmured. What had gotten into Malfoy?

“And then we have to get started on Transfiguration but first we have to- Oh!” Hermione stopped dead behind Seamus. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her, her studying schedule obviously forgotten. If only momentarily. Ron, who had seemed rather displeased with his girlfriend’s evening plans a second ago, suddenly had a weird glint in his eyes.

Harry watched his friends and was shocked when Hermione clutched her chest and put her other hand on Ron’s arm. He smiled at her and nodded.

“I thought something like this might happen,” he snickered.

“What?” Harry spluttered. When Pansy came into sight, a knowing grin on her face,  Harry felt like they were all in on a joke he didn’t get. “Can somebody please tell me what is going on?”

“Shhhhh,” came from Harry’s lap. “Trying to sleep here, remember?”

Harry eyed Malfoy suspiciously. He had to admit, he might have reacted a little differently if they had been alone. It was a bit sudden, but he wasn’t all that opposed to Malfoy lying on his lap.

Harry’s eyes darted to his friends again when Hermione leaned over to Pansy and whispered something to her. Looking exasperated, Pansy nodded. Harry still wasn’t used to the fact that they were all getting along so well now. Pansy could be fun but, still, Harry was a bit wary around her.

He kept his eyes on her as Hermione strode over to him.

“Don’t be mad,” she told him. Harry frowned.

“What did you do?”

“Well…” She looked at him sheepishly. “It’s more what I didn’t do.”

Harry looked at her, puzzled. She leaned closer to him and dropped her voice to a whisper.

“I didn’t stop Pansy, when she stole something from Slughorn’s personal stores and put it into Malfoy’s tea this morning.”

Harry’s frown deepened.

“What did she put in his tea?”

Hermione bit her lip and put a hand on his shoulder.

“We just felt like he deserved a good day for once. He’s been through so much.” She gazed at Malfoy thoughtfully. “That’s not to say you haven’t been having a hard time, either,” she added hastily. “But Pansy thought you might… benefit from it as well. Seems like she was right.”

Harry looked between Malfoy and Hermione, not understanding what she was telling him. It must have shown on his face. Hermione sighed and shook her head.

“Felix Felicis, that’s what Pansy put in his drink.”

Harry’s mouth dropped open.

“That’s why he’s being so weird?”

“You were weird, too, when you took it in sixth year,” Hermione reminded him.

Yeah, Harry mused, it had been a strange experience. He had felt so happy and cheerful, like nothing could go wrong. And, somehow, he had known exactly what he had to do to get… to get what he wanted.

Oh!

Harry’s eyes darted back to Malfoy, who was still smiling contentedly with his eyes closed. Harry wondered what would have happened if his friends had given him the potion, instead of Malfoy. He doubted things would have been this forward but, maybe, it would have had a similar outcome.  

Ignoring the fact that everyone in the room was watching him, he slowly raised his hand and ran his fingers through Malfoy’s hair. The Slytherin let out a long sigh that made the corners of Harry’s mouth twitch.

As he sat there, stroking Malfoy’s hair and marvelling at the fluttery feeling in his stomach, Harry thought it was lucky he and Malfoy apparently wanted the same thing.

neil agreeing to go on celebrity mean tweets once he goes pro and he’s reading some out and it’s shit like this:

“i have started a go-fund me to fly neil josten to antarctica and leave him there. still need five more dollars.”

”neil josten is one of the world’s most useless creations since the sloth”

“neil josten has such a big mouth on him i could replace my goalie racquet with him and no one would notice”

“@.neiljos10 what is red and blue all over and can’t score?”

and neil’s like haha so fu- oh shit are these all from andrew’s account??

ajcaimi  asked:

Hey Dana. I was wondering if you have any plans to develop and pitch a show of your own. If you do, what advice do you have for people who want to create their own show?

I did have plans to pitch a show. And I pitched it! And Disney bought it! And now I’m developing it!  It’s difficult and exciting ESPECIALLY because I’m doing all this for the first time. I hope I can show some images someday!

If I were to give one piece of advice to past me, it’d be to get comfortable writing entertaining scripts. As a showrunner the most important thing will be The Show, and 90% of The Show comes from The Writing. It’s difficult to find writers who will 100% understand your vision but if that’s an area you’re comfortable in you’ll never be an dire straits. I had never professionally written a script before my pilot. If I did maybe that part wouldn’t have been as stressful at the time haha. 

But let’s say you’re already good there. You’re good everywhere! 

How to pitch a thing! I used to love making “pitch books” as a kid, though I had no idea that’s what I was doing. It was just fun to develop worlds and characters! So even if you’re in HS or younger, making “pitch books” is a great way to spend your time and practice for the future. So get to it! Here’s just one format you can try: 

1. Cover page with short description of show and a fun image of your main character!

2. ½-1 full page describing your main character/s! (Don’t start with exhaustive explanations about the world, or any legends, or w/e, we’re here bc we want to connect with a character).

3. A couple pages with any other important characters you may have!

4. A page describing the most important relationships between your main character/s and others!

5. Simple 1 page description on how your world works! If it’s too complicated to get on one page, SIMPLIFY! Even the most complicated ideas can be pitched in 1-2 sentences. 

6. Important places! The main characters house? The bad guy’s castle? Stuff like that. 

7. Give em a couple episode examples! That’s where your show comes together, after all. 

And you’re done!

Fill your pitch book with fun images that show off your characters and your world! You don’t have to follow this format exactly, it’s your show, your pitch, do whatever you think will show off your ideas best. If you’re making an epic you might want to dedicate a page to where you want the show to go, and how the characters will evolve. Everything depends on what you want to make. But above all: Make it interesting to read!!! Make it fun to look at!!! Boredom is your enemy, fight against it!!!!

Are my exclamation points making this easier to understand? GREAT!!!!!

Now get out there and pitch some things cause I want new shows to watch.

2

SOOOO HERE IT IS!

This is the start of a fanfiction cooperation between me and @dancingfox (writer of Check Mate).

The story will follow the origins of Sentai, the local hero and his nemesis, Reaper (as we know him, maybe with even more sass and edgyness haha!) . And before anyone wonders, YES, there are two Sentai! The old one (whose identity is not to be revealed yet), and Genji, the new chosen one! 

I must admit, I am very excited for this project and with @dancingfox‘s great writing skills, I am quite sure it will be enjoyable for you all as well, not just for us the creators!

deh apartment hcs

so i was just scrolling thru Tumblr Dot Com™ and I saw a post that said “does anyone else ever daydream of decorating their first apartment?” (if anyone knows who made that lmk) but anyway i saw that and was like omg if that ain’t alana and then i was like wAIT WHAT ABOUT THE REST OF THEM so here’s this. fyi this is like a college au type thing ish??

(im sotired this is kinda shitty lol)

(also thank u so much for the luv on my last two hcs? i cr ied? les get to the point sorry)


alana:

  • ok so this girl would obviously have the neatest apartment ever
  • it would probably be like a medium size ya know
  • white walls.
  • lots of white walls.
  • and there would be like really pretty marble countertops 
  • her beadspread (or whateverthefuck u call it) would probably be like grey with white little lines on it
  • in a pattern tho
  • like a cute pottery barn one
  • OH
  • she would so freaking use evan’s discount at pottery barn are u kidding me
  • like her entire house would look like a pottery barn catalog
  • anyway
  • idk if all apartments have this so excuse me if i sound mega stupif 
  • but she would use the little intercom-buzzer thing to get into the apartment to her full advantage
  • like if u wanted to even go up there she would legit do a full on background check
  • (except for zoe)
  • (zoe would be like “hey alana it’s-” and alana would be like “yOU CAN COME RIGHT UP”
  • but it would be like 
  • “hello who is this?”
  • “alana you know it’s jared. i just texted you.”
  • “… ok then what’s your middle name”
  • “aLANA”
  • but anyway back to what inspired this in the first place
  • so alana would SO plan her apartment out from when she was like young enough to understand it ya get it
  • like she would pick out furniture at age six
  • (her taste would obviously change as she got older but u get it)
  • and she would literally have it down to the p a i n t color
  • like she would walk into home depot or whatever and the worker would expect her to look around for like 40 minutes but she’d be like
  • “hi hello i’ll take seashell grey in the gloss finish please. make it quick.”
  • (i totally just made that up what the hell is a gloss finish never heard of her)
  • i also picture her having lots of house plants? like most of them would be fake bc she’s too busy to keep them alive but they wouldn’t look fake
  • yeah alana’s apartmetnt would be so put together and like clean cut and nice

zoe:

  • her apartment would be rad okay
  • i feel like it would be v hipster and cool
  • not like Hipster™ but like… hipster?
  • what am i even saying
  • okay
  • so she would definetley have a room with yellow walls
  • like her rooms would be painted cool colors and stuff
  • but yellow specifically
  • she just seems like a yellow person
  • she would have a big wall that’s all chalkboard paint
  • wait now im really excited about this wall oh my god
  • like when everyone would go over her house they would all take a chalkboard marker (real chalk makes too much of a mess) and write and draw on it
  • evan would do little doodles of trees and write sweet and encouraging stuff
  • connor would either draw a hecking masterpiece or write really small in the corner “fuk u”
  • there’s no in between
  • alana would just doodle hearts and stuff
  • or when she’d be over doing homework w zoe she’d try to teach her math and science and stuff on it
  • a w 
  • jared would just draw memes 
  • i think we can all agree on that one
  • but annyyywwayy
  • she would refuse to get anything like store bought mainstream
  • like she would go to little shops in the middle of nowhere
  • or garage sales
  • and get the cutest stuff 
  • her house would be so homey but at the same time like “wtf why is this so perfect”
  • l o t s of tapestries
  • don’t fight me on this
  • it wouldn’t be the regular mendala ones that a lot of people get
  • (but she would for sure have a few of those too)
  • it would be like really cool unique stuff
  • lots of maps of the world
  • tie dye
  • ya kniw
  • they would mostly be taking up all of the celing space and some wall space in her room
  • she would so have a polaroid camera i KNOW IT
  • and she would put them all on pieces of string w clothespins and string them up around her room 
  • all pics of her frands and stuff
  • awwww zoe
  • she’d also probably have a room just for her dog
  • (btw if u didn’t see my other hc i see her as having a golden retriever named kiwi)
  • (but anyway)
  • like it was supposed to be a closet sbut she just didn’t use it
  • so she was like “well… okay let’s do this”
  • and evan will spend h o u r s at a time in that room
  • ugh she would just have the cutest apartment v colorful and stuff

evan:

  • evan’s apartment would be v small
  • he llved with his mom the first two years of college but decided to move out because he was feeling like he made a lot of progress and was ready to live on his own (btw is it canon tht he lives w his mom first year of college? i forget lmk)
  • (but he wasn’t really living on his own bc connor was always over or he was at connor’s place) 
  • he would have a v little sitting area w a really old tv and a worn out couch that was probably free on the side of the road or cheap from a garage sale
  • he would have a fridge and oven and stuff but he’d mostly just use the microwave
  • (ho;ly shit “some people say just use a microwave…”)
  • (i h8 myself why why why ok moving on)
  • his diet would mainly consist of ramen noodles
  • bc he doesn’t want to leave and have to socalize with people at fast food places or the grocery store
  • but every once and a while zoe would come over like “evan wtf” and make him food to hold him over for a while
  • (uh hc that zoe’s a really good cook??/)
  • he would have a little bedroom with a big window in it
  • and his comforter would be blue with navy stripes (similar to The Shirt™ but not completley the same)
  • he would have lots of sticky notes everywhere
  • like ranging from “don’t forget to feed the dog” to “don’t worry about it, it’s probably not a big deal”
  • and when he was in a really good mental state he would write them and stick them in places he know he’d see when he wasn’t in the best shape
  • and it would encourage him to keep going
  • wow that’s equally heartbreaking and adorable
  • ok don’t fight me on this we all know it’s a thing
  • he would have plants. eve ry wh ere
  • like there wouldn’t be a single fake plant in there
  • but he loved them bc he felt like it made the air fresher??? like it supplied more oxygen in the room which made it easier to breathe when he was feeling anxious??
  • (idk i can’t really explain it but that’s how i feel when i get anxious so i feel like it would help him too)
  • but it would range from huge ass borderline trees to succlents the size of his thumb nail
  • he would have s o many succulents
  • he would name them all
  • aaaaaaaAaAAAA
  • and each of his friends would have a plant named after them
  • even though it was small he really loved his apartment
  • bc he worked really hard to be able to pay for it and buy the furniture and stuff
  • so it was like his baby
  • yeah that’s my boy evan handsoap!

connor:

  • connor’s apartment would actually be pretty big
  • like everything would be super super high quality and nice 
  • he would so have a recliner chair
  • you know the one i’m talking about okay
  • and he would spend most of his time in there
  • even though he def has a huge nice sectional
  • (btw most of his furniture is black)
  • when evan would come over he wouldn’t want to get up out of it
  • but even always wanted to cuddle
  • so the first time evan was like “con come over hereee
  • connor just scooched over
  • and evan was like “??”
  • but just went over to him
  • and they were kinda squished but they loved it 
  • bc they were so close to eachother
  • AW IM SCREECHING
  • but yeah they would love to cuddle on the recliner
  • his kitchen would be p nice too
  • like he would have a weirdly high tech fridge and a really nice oven and stuff
  • but if u opened the fridge there would just be like a half dranken (that is nOT a word) bottle of mountain dew, a cheese stick, and maybe on a good day some random leftovers
  • (btw idk why but i see his parents buying him most of the stuff in his apartment,, this doesn’t really make sense when i think about it but i can’t not do it what am i saing now awioehfdlsnk)
  • his room would be nice
  • he would have a big bed with a black and white plaid duvet cover
  • omg evan would l o v e his bed
  • like evan of course loves his own bed but connor’s is just so comfy
  • (plus connor’s bed also has connor)
  • (anywho)
  • his walls would be like a greyish blue color
  • but his furniture would still be all black
  • he would have a big desk and he always kept sticky notes around for evan to doodle on if he ever got anxious
  • and he has an entire drawer in his dresser just for his hair ties because he has an unhealthy amount of them
  • at all times
  • partly because he wants to keep his hair up sometimes
  • but partly because he always wears one around his wrist to snap when he gets mad or can’t control his emotions
  • and he always ends up loosing them
  • oh also his shower in his bathroom would be BOMB
    like im talking it has one of those little ledge chair thingies 
  • and the water pressure is a plus
  • and evan’s shower at his apartment is like sucky so he always just showers at connors
  • (i mean this in the least innapropriate way possible btw jus clearing that up)
  • but connor would spend SO much time there
  • so would evan tbh
  • so yeh

jared:

  • ok guys
  • hear me out on this one
  • but i feel like jared would have a surprisingly nice apartment??
  • like,,, actually very nice
  • they would all love hanging out there when they were all together
  • the first time he asked them over they were like “… u sure”
  • they were expecting to walk into something that looked like a super crappy hotel room with garbage all over
  • but they walked in and were like “jared what the fuk
  • because this place was nice
  • like,, , he would always have the most food out of all of them
  • (which wasn’t saying much but still)
  • he would have a big nice couch with lots of extra like beanbags all over
  • they would all have their own that they used
  • and his tv would be poppin okay
  • he would have his old wii hooked up to it
  • and they would constantly have mario kart tournaments
  • jared always insisted on being wario
  • for the Memes™
  • he would be the only one out of all of them with an amazon fire stick so they would always watch movies all together at his house
  • and sometimes they would just randomly take it without telling him
  • (i’m looking at u connor)
  • and he wouldn’t notice for a few days but when he did he went cRAZY
  • but anyway
  • his room would b supa cool
  • he would have a really nice bed
  • omg he would have like video game and other nerd stuff posters e v e r y w  h e r e
  • like everywhere
  • little to no wall space for anything elsee
  • every once in a while he would go through his camera roll and print the pictures that he liked the best to hang up on his wall
  • hear me out bc this is gonna sound weird
  • he would probably have a dead meme shrine in one of the corners of the wall on the bottom
  • that he started as a joke with connor and zoe once but it jst spiraled out of control until every dead meme was recognized as soon as it went out
  • he would have a tv in his room
  • not as good as his one in the living room but still
  • he has two tvs what even jared
  • that’s where he would put his xbox
  • and he would game all night man
  • ah i love jared sm

ok that’s it hope u enjoyed ahhahah

the signs when they've had enough of everyone's shit:
  • Aries: *scrolls through memes on instagram* you will beg on your feet when i destroy the world one day smh *forgets the fight and hugs you 2 mins afterwards*
  • Taurus: Give me a coffee or I will write a novel and insult you all in it because im too nice to say it in your face
  • Gemini: *smiles evily and plots your death in spanish* yes Karen I love you haha :)
  • Cancer: *sighs* what can i do when i love them
  • Leo: *screams while crying* I WAS THE BEST AND YOU WILL YEARN FOR ME ONE DAY BUT I WoNT BE HERE
  • Virgo: *puts glasses on and invites you for tea* Sit down, we need to have a deep, thorough conversation and analyze all the possible aspects of the spheres of our conflict, therefore solving it properly, without further misconceptions on that particular topic.
  • Libra: Ya'll don't deserve me smh but ur all my friends and i wont do anything bad bc i love u
  • Scorpio: *sobs up* I just wanted to be supportive but y'all dont know when to stop
  • Sagittarius: *kills everyone in their way with their laser-beam eyes*
  • Capricorn: Oh look, Im sad, therefore im gonna turn off my phone, stay at home for 3 millenias and play trashy video games
  • Aquarius: *finds new friends and doesnt even give a shit about their old friends*
  • Pisces: I just need to get laid, otherwise I promise there will be casualties
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RE: The Fake Account

Hey folks – one more text post, sorry, haha. :]

A few people have messaged me about a fake account that’s kinda impersonating me. This account, owlturdcomix.tumblr.com, is the only account that I use on Tumblr. The impersonator doesn’t seem particularly malicious or anything, but enough people seem to think it’s me, so I reported it. For now, just ignore them!  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Don’t bother them or look for them or anything.

Thanks!

~Shen

We interrupt your regularly scheduled blogging to bring you even more of my ridiculous obsession with the arranged marriage royalty AU. You can blame @operaticspacetrash for this monstrosity. THE HYPE IS REAL and I am trash.

(P.S. click for bigger version, I think it looks best like that.)

sleepovers and confessions - peter parker

Originally posted by sexy-stan

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You come over for a fun night with your best friend Peter. Only to end up spilling all the details on your crush on Peter to Aunt May, and maybe even Peter.

Warning: slight language

Requested: @summersimpkins-blog

Hope you enjoy this!! It was what you requested but I got a little writer happy with this haha, hope you still like it! Send me requests, I’ll write about your fav marvel character, etc.:)

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“Shhh, May! Keep your voice down!” You quickly brought your forefinger up to your pursed lips, eyes wide as you sat down next to Aunt May.

She smiled widely at your sudden confession, excitement poured from her she began to squeal, almost jumping up and down, “Okay, okay! I’m sorry, I’m just- it’s just so exciting!” she belted out, both of her arms outstretched in your direction, signalling a hug. Leaning into her small frame, you squeezed her tightly. Letting go of one another, you smiled widely at her once again in a span of thirty seconds, nervousness and the pace of your heart rate caused the giddiness in your entire body.

You sighed tucking back a piece of hair behind your ear, “I just don’t know what to do. We’re just such good friends, best friends, you know that-” you interjected a different thought into the subject, looking to face her. She rapidly shook her head in an understanding manner, stopping to let you finish.

“It’s just, we’ve been friends for close to eight years. I just don’t want to ruin anything. And don’t even get me started on the whole Liz situation. That’s why I’ve been so distant from him these past few weeks,” you heavily exhaled, defeat instantly creeping up on you as the name Liz rolled off your tongue. It just put a bad taste in your mouth.

May smiled weakly at you, with a slight spark in her eyes, which you couldn’t help but find curious, “Y/N, don’t worry about Liz right now! You’ve known me and Peter basically your entire life. Trust me, I think once you tell him, he’ll feel-”

“How will who feel?”

Your mouth instantly intakes a sharp breath at the sweet sound of Peter’s voice, interrupting your entire conversation about… well, him. May’s eyes widen at the new position of her nephew, from the bathroom to the living room, which was quite inconvenient at this moment in time.

“Oh!” May interjects. You can instinctively realize she’s analyzing a plan in her mind, “Me and Y/N were just talking about… how my boss will feel if I’m late again for the night shift!” she says with a tense voice. You looked at her with thankful eyes, blessing her for saving your ass in yet another tight situation with Peter.

Peter looked skeptical at her sudden tactic. His bright brown eyes narrowed in both of you directions, eyebrows playfully scrunching, “Ohh-kay?” he questioned slightly. You looked over at him, a weak, but hopefully believable smile painted across your lips as May got up to leave for her ‘night shift’.  She said her goodbyes to both of you, winking at you before exiting the apartment.

Peter watched her leave, waving to her sweetly before turning towards you, his pink lips curled into a bright smile, eyebrows raised, “You ready to watch Return of the Jedi?”

You smiled at his excitement, the butterflies beginning to erupt in the pit of your stomach at his smile, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

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Halfway through the movie, you began to notice you couldn’t keep your eyes on the film. Your Y/E/C eyes slowly began to daze over to Peter sitting next to you. His soft, lightly curled brown hair was left loose today, going perfectly with his blue sweater and matching new balances. Your gaze flew up to his narrowed, sparkling brown eyes paired with furrowed eyebrows, focused intently on the movie.

God, those eyes make you go insane. And those thin pink lips you yearned to forever be placed on yours. Why couldn’t you just admit to him how you’ve felt for him all these years. Why couldn’t you just say, “Peter, I-”

“Y/N?”

The soft voice snapped you out of your deep thoughts, “Yeah?” you questioned, breath heavy as your head whipped in the direction towards him.

His eyes scanned your face completely, wondering if you were okay, due to the fact you had been in outer space, dreaming of him for a very long time, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine Peter. I’m just tired-”

“Cut the crap Y/N.”

Your heart instantly picked up at the new and unfamiliar sound of his voice. Your eyebrows scrunched together, your eyes wide yet peeled in his direction, curiosity running through your veins. He never sounded like that. He sounded almost, hurt? Guilty? You couldn’t quite detect it, “What are you talking about?”

He scooted closer to you, putting one arms behind the back of the couch and one by his side, mere inches from yours. You snapped your head down to your close proximity. Sure, you’ve sat much closer than this before, but right now, it felt strange. Almost as if you were unsure of what to say to him.

“The past couple of weeks you’ve been acting weird. Last week, I was walking with Liz to Calculus and I saw you, but you sprinted off! At lunch two days ago, you and Ned were sitting at the lunch spot and once you saw Liz and I make our way over, you muttered something to Ned before you got up and ran off! Oh, and yesterday Liz walked with me to-”

“That’s the problem, Peter! Don’t you see the recurring issue in every one of your stories!” you cut him off, hopping off the couch in a rush, standing right in front of Peter. Your mind instantly seem to forget how to choose the correct words to say to Peter in this type of situation. It was as if you didn’t know how to hide your feelings anymore. Your mind clouded, not anywhere near stopping.

Your hand flung out by your side, signaling to the outside world before belting out another stupid confession, someone careless seeming to take over, “You were with Liz! You were with her and not me!”

Peter slouched slightly, his eyes beginning to widen at every growing word that rolled off your lips, mouth barely ajar as he seemed to be aware of where this situation was going.

You continued, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes as your stomach did somersaults, and your heart ready to explode, “Don’t you see! You pine after girls like Liz for fucks sake! That’s why I’ve been so distant lately! Me knowing and witnessing  you falling in love with someone like her made me realize I would never have a chance with you, Peter,” your throat closing up at the sudden confession, you eyes widening as he stared intently into your eyes, slowly rising from the couch, stepping right in front of you. His couple steps felt like miles as he made his way towards your downcast figure. Once he approached you, you could lightly feel his breath hitting your nose.

This was it. He was about to tell you the truth, and it wasn’t going to be good. Who would’ve thought a simple sleepover would’ve turned into this?

You could feel the atmosphere in the room quiet and thicken, your eyes still staring deeply into Peter’s. Your eyes glossed over with guilt and disappointment. While his portrayed sneakiness and adventure. It felt like years for either of you to have the courage to speak up and say anything involving the matter. You took matters into your own hands.

“You know what, I took this way too far. I-I’m sorry, I’ll just leave and we can forget all about-” except you were cut off by Peter’s calloused palms quickly yet gently grab your face and bring your lips up to his softly. Your eyes widened in surprise, but you couldn’t of cared less. Your mind once again clouded with nothing but thoughts of Peter. You kissed back, gently pressing your lips back against his, hands wrapping around his neck, to rest in that soft brown hair you yearned to tug on for years.

He pulled away, his lips lingering on yours for a few seconds before slowly opening his eyes to meet yours in a loved daze, “Liz means nothing. You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Y/N Y/L/N.”

Your eyes lifted with happiness at his words, heart prepared to explode with happiness and love, pulling him against your slightly shorter frame. His arms instantly wrapped themselves around your waist, causing an ignited feeling you’ve never felt before.

“I knew May was lying,” he said slyly, hugging you tighter as his words echoed in your ear.

You smiled to yourself, rolling your eyes at his cockiness, snuggling into his warm embrace, “Of course.”

Alright so I’m sure Robin actually told Artemis who he was in some like normal way, like “oh hey by the way my real name is Dick Grayson we go to school together haha” but the way I like to think she found out is this:

Dick has two different phones: one for Robin bc he and the team have a group chat & some other reasons probably and one for Dick Grayson and he probably texted her and was like “hey can you do the essay for the English project? Babs and I are doing the poster but we don’t have time to write the essay bc we’re both busy tonight cuz Bruce is making me go to some dumb party and Babs has gymnastics until 10:30”

but he didn’t realize he texted her on Robin’s phone until he sent the message

(her reply was “wow you really ARE a dick”)

BTS Reaction | Making them cum

Anon request: Okay, first of all, I just adore your writing 🖤 second of all, could you write one where they’re grinding on their gf or whatever and she makes them cum in their pants? (sorry if my English is bad haha)

A/N: Thank you!

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simon imagine - drunk call

REQUESTED:  ‘could you do a Simon imagine/concept where he’s shitfaced drunk and he calls you to pick him up and when you do he just goes on about how much he loves you but he thinks he’s talking to someone else’

The flash of my phone on my bedside table lit up the room, waking me instantly when combined with a lot of vibration. My head began to ache instantly as I grabbed it. It was 2am, and there on my screen was an incoming call from Simon Minter.

“Hello?” I asked, my voice groggy and audibly confused. 

“Y/n. What you saying b? You good?”

“Tobi?” As confusion turned to panic I sat up. Why was Tobi on Simon’s phone? Was he hurt? 

“Don’t worry,” he spoke, as if he could read my mind. “Simon’s alright. He’s just very drunk, and he keeps asking for you.”

A feeling I was way too tired to come to terms with swirled in my stomach as I ran a hand through my tangled hair. Tobi continued, his voice echoing around my room when I put him on speaker to grab my jeans off my bedroom floor.

“Can you come and get him or should I call him a taxi? I don’t know how much I trust him getting home alone I won’t lie y/n. I’d take him but, man’s got places to be.”

His vague sentence put a smile on my face. As mysterious as ever, clearly.

“I’ll come and get him. Where are you?”

“Thanks b. I’ll imessage you the location.”

“Thanks Tobi.”

After brushing my teeth and just about getting dressed, I got into my car, placing my phone on the passenger seat and setting off to the location Tobi had sent me. When I arrived I gave him a call, and within minutes I saw him leave the building and look around for my car. I rolled down the window.

“Tobi!”

His eyes found mine in the dark and he smiled, walking over, a very incoherent and intoxicated Simon following not so far behind. I couldn’t help but grin as Tobi almost forced him into the passenger seat. There was being drunk, and then there was this. The light of my car lit up his face a little more and I tried not to laugh at the harsh red of his eyes. This was going to hurt in the morning.

“Come on, come on, you’re alright,” Tobi reassured, helping the boy in. “She’s gonna take you home alright?”

Simon fell back against the headrest, mumbling something that I wasn’t sure could even be considered a sentence. Tobi turned to me.

“Sorry to do this babe. You’ll text me when you’re both home yeah?”

“Listen, it brings some entertainment to my Saturday night, don’t apologise.” I smiled. “I’ll text you. Have a good night.”

“Safe b.” 

I reached over Simon and pulled his seat belt over his chest. It was odd, to see such a large boy resemble a baby so highly. 

“Y/n!” He yelled, startling me slightly as I made sure he was sat safe. Well, he knew who I was, surprisingly. That was something.

“Yes, that’s right.” I cooed almost, as if I were talking to a baby.

“No!” His voice was unbelievably slurred, and I had to focus intently to even nearly make out what he was saying. “Y/n! I love her!”

“What?” 

It took a lot to not swerve my car off the road. He was drunk. Very drunk. That was it. Nothing more. 

“I love Y/n,” Simon continued to slur, sounding almost emotional as he rested his head on the window. “I’m gonna tell her.”

It was as if all of a sudden my brain had stopped working. I had nothing to say. My mouth was dry, heart racing at the sound of the words. Did he even realise I was driving him? I let him continue, curious and speechless.

“I mean it, I love her. Not like friends. I love her. I’m going to tell her.”

“When are you going to tell her, Simon?” I somehow found the strength to reply. He didn’t look at me, his eyes closed as we drove. I wondered, if he did look at me, if even then he would realise what he was saying. Who did he think he was talking to?

“Soon.” He slurred. From the fall in his posture, it seemed he was falling asleep, and just as I came to terms with the thought that that was the most I was going to get out of him, he piped up in a panic.

“Wait!” He exclaimed. I gripped the steering wheel in a panic at his sudden outburst. “You can’t tell her!”

“Tell who what, Simon?”

“Y/n! You can’t tell her I love her, it has to be a surprise!”

In an attempt to stop the giggles I brought my bottom lip between my teeth. He was incredibly drunk, the most I had ever seen him. His words were a result of this, no truth behind them I was sure, and he would never bring them up in the morning. I wasn’t sure that I would either.

“I won’t tell her, Simon.”

The car slowed as I pulled into my driveway, and I got out, walking round to the passenger side. Simon was surprisingly cooperative as I held him up and helped him up to my bedroom, letting him have my bed for the night. His jeans were not so cooperative as I struggled to drag them down his legs, eventually just letting them sit around his ankles and moving to unbutton his shirt. I pulled the duvet up over him and grabbed him a glass of water, leaving it on the bedside table for him in the morning before I left to go and sleep on the sofa, however he grabbed my arm.

“Yeah, Simon? What is it?”

He still did not look at me, his eyes shut.

“Y/n. Is she gonna love me back?”

I sighed, smiling slightly.

“I think she might, Simon. I think she might.”

Humans are weird little aliens

I really like the “Humans are space orcs; Earth is space Australia” idea, let’s try this out. 

Crewmates: A Guide To Housing the Main Species by Dr. Troa’Gaa was the name of the book Captain Kii’o grabbed out of the main deck’s bookshelf. He wanted to make sure to properly house the new Human that recently became member of the ship. Captain Kii’o sat beside his co-captain, Maefaa.

“Are you sure having a human aboard is a good idea, Maefaa?” Said the captain.”

“Are you kidding?” Maefaa said. “I’ve heard humans are one of the greatest advantages a captain would want!”

Kii’o didn’t really believe that, but hey. If Maefaa said so, he was inclined to believe it just a tad bit more.

“Alright.” Kii’o said, opening the book and going to the Human section.

“If you are new to housing humans,” Kii’o began reading the book out loud, “be sure to read this guide thoroughly. Humans are unpredictable, so forget everything about the other main species.”

“One of the human’s most surprising abilities”, Kii’o continued, “are their stubbornness. Of course, a race that originated in a Class-B8 Death Planet could only be as stubborn as they come.”

“Class-B8? That’s a little ridiculous. Class-B8s have volcanoes and tornadoes and just about every other weather that wants to kill you.” Maefaa interrupted.

“If a human appears to be superficially hurt, it is not something to worry about. Humans can heal cuts and even broken bones in a matter of weeks. Please, spare your medkits, as they usually are not needed, assuming no crew battle above rank 2 took place.

If you want to keep humans healthy and thriving, be sure to get at least one ‘pet’, as humans call them. If no ‘pet’ is provided, the human may attempt to bond and/or pet just about any living creature not marked as toxic. ‘Pets’ can be found in any ‘pet shop’, as the human civilisation calls them. If no pets can be found in the human’s pod, the human will most likely try to bond with inanimate objects, and try to pet dangerous animals.”

“Yeah, humans try to pet everything. One time, a human tried to pet the Konoios in sector 4, haha.” Maefaa said.

“What happened then?”

“The Konoio didn’t attack. That’s it. They just… stared at each other.”

“Are you sure humans aren’t psychic? Konioios are really aggressive, most of the time.”

“Yeah, I didn’t believe it at first too.”

“Did the Konoio run away?”

“No, it ended up becoming the human’s pet. Now everyone’s afraid of going into the human’s pod, haha.”


(Did you like it? Let me know, and I’ll keep writing!)

170815 The War Fansign: Kyungsoo fanaccounts

@1248_room
Me: When did you start to raise Meokmul and Huchu?
KS: Ah, because I’ve always liked dogs~
Me: Ah…. I meant the opportunity to!!
KS: The opportunity to! (eyes get big) My parents used to dislike dogs! But I was determined and kept pushing until they said yes.
Me: Ah~ so they’re at your parents’ home??
KS: Yes~~

@LOVELYRIM0408: I forgot everything as soon as I made eye contact with Kyungsoo… I told him my wedding was in December and his eyes got even bigger as he congratulated me extremely earnestly haha. [On my request] his suggested nuptial song was For Life and when I asked if he could come sing it personally for us, he said “I’d like to….” haha. Kyungsoo, thank you sincerely for your suggestion and blessing

@luv_in0114
Me: You know how Mr. Jo Jungseok calls you a s..son of a bitch in Brother?
KS: Ah, yes !
Me: I have these dog-bird figures.. [t/n: s.o.b. and dog-bird are both spelled ‘gaesae’]
KS: Ah? They’re really called gaesae?
Me: Yes!
KS: There’s really something called gaesae??
Me: Ah n..no there’s not actually something called gaesae, these are just figures !
KS: (looks at boxes laughing) Ah so I have a chance of getting one of these four?
Me: Yes ! Please open it later~
KS: (was already opening it) Pfthahahaha

The dog-bird Kyungsoo got was the pug-bird ! When he asked me if “there was really something called gaesae..???” he was really serious about the question…

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