he's one of her two favorite people

Some favorite Griffin GM Things for this arc in no particular order: 

  • “Yeah you guys technically aren’t a whole party. No rogues, no paladins, just two arcana users and one tank, so this campaign’s gonna get a little weird.” 
  • Adds people to party– now it’s SIX arcana users and a tank. Perfect. 
  • Will be maintaining 4 main-character NPCs for 100 years of plot while building multiple universes while everyone else has ONE character. Justin asks if he can have Lup and Griffin refuses to give her up. 
my what a guy, gaston!

okay so i know i already did one of these for beauty and the beast (for fuck’s sake shana write about some new fairytales why are you like this) but i listened to sam tsui’s cover of a tale as old as time and OH BOY, OH MY HONEY OH MY DARLING

okay, so in the very early stages of the original beauty and the beast, gaston was an aristocrat. that eventually got scrapped, but oh what if it didn’t

so say gaston is the son of someone very high up in the royalty chain, someone who’s parents are important enough that he spends an awful lot of time at the castle? and our prince adam isn’t really down with this whole ~being a prince~ thing, he’s a brat, like so many other kids are brats (but these kids don’t get turned into beasts by random witches, like i’m sorry but i’ll never not think that beast didn’t get the short end of the stick there) and so he spends the least about of time possible parading about with a crown on his head. he likes going outside, like riding his horses and playing in the woods, and all sorts of other things that make his parents shake their heads and despair at the inability to have another child, because their son is a small disaster.

and here comes gaston, who’s older and more long suffering. gaston in naturally dramatic, okay, he likes being flashy and fun and loud, all the things the son of a noble shouldn’t be. so by the point he meets adam he’s listened to his parents, folded himself up nice and tight into this quiet boy who just doesn’t want any trouble. adam loves trouble. if he can’t find it, he invents it.

so he grabs onto gaston like glue, and gaston is irritated, but he’s the prince, he can’t say anything or his parents will kill him. so he lets adam keep dragging him out horseback riding and hunting and rock climbing and all sorts of things little noble boys aren’t supposed to do. they spare, and no matter that gaston is bigger and older he never wins, adam always ends up pinning him to the ground with his arm to his throat and he’d more irritated about it if the prince didn’t look so delighted every time he won. adam loves all the animals that he’s not interested in eating, and gaston tries to point out that it’s a little weird how thrilled adam is to take down a deer when two minute later he’s trying to entice a wolf to come closer so he can pet it, and also holy shit adam that’s a wolf what’s wrong with you

adam loves his staff, the people who do their best to reign in this little terror but don’t try that hard, because the thing about bratty kids is that they’re rarely brats all the time, as an adult you swing between wanting to strangle them and finding them so adorable and charming your chest hurts. so mrs. potts indulges him, likes the way he’s only ever really patient while he’s playing with her son chip when he’s snuck into the kitchen to beg her for some extra cookies. lumiere and cogsworth are his tutors and spend more time arguing with each other than teaching him, and he’s delighted by that.

and so adam is this loud, exuberant little prince who slowly but surely picks at gaston’s barrier until gaston almost feels like himself again, and adam doesn’t do what his parents did. adam doesn’t make fun of him for how much he cares about his hair, about how he hates dirt under his fingernails. as long as gaston keeps following him into dangerous situations, adam doesn’t care about much of anything, and gaston loves him for it.

and gaston’s on the cusp of teenagerhood when he realizes he loves adam, the prince, this is awful and he immediately has a panic attack over it, he’s to be lord and adam is to be king, it will never work, oh, and adam probably doesn’t like boys, and – oh my god, all those schoolyard taunts about him being gay we’re right this is a nightmare.

he’d freak out about this properly and probably go charging to the castle to confess his love in true embarrassing 12 year old fashion – except his parents set him down, pale, and say, “they’re gone, they’re all gone, the king and queen were found dead and the prince is gone and now a monster lives in the castle.” and of course gaston takes this to the most logical conclusion – a beast broke into the castle, killed the love of his young life, and now he’s claimed the castle for his own.

this is gaston’s defining moment okay, this is the point where he snaps and never goes back. he rebels against his parents, refuses to fit himself back into the mold of the perfect son, tries to live his life like adam would have wanted him to. that means being exactly who he is and damn the consequences. he focuses on his hair and his clothes and his looks, he pursues hunting because it reminds him of adam, because so much of their friendship took place in the woods, covered in mud and laughing. he pursues hunting because, one day, when he’s the very best he’s going to go the castle and kill the beast that killed adam. and his parents are furious about all of this and they disown him in favor of his young siblings and he just. doesn’t give a shit.

so he moves to the town, and everyone loves him, of course they love him. he’s loud and arrogant, but – he’s not cruel. he’s beautiful and brings in more pelts and meat than any other hunter and gaston doesn’t miss the days of being a young lordling in the slightest. but girls keep throwing themselves at him and he doesn’t know how to keep refusing either outing himself or hurting their feelings, so he goes to belle. belle, who is every inch as pretty he is. belle, who is smart and quiet and kind in a reserved sort of way. if there’s anyone who won’t judge him, it’s her.

so he goes to her, and tells her the truth – that he only likes men, that he’s not interested in advertising the fact, and asks her to pretend to be his lady. and belle, kind sweet belle, agrees. she does it out of sense of duty to help those in need, because nothing she knows of gaston says she will enjoy this. but she’s proven wrong, because gaston was raised to be a lord of course he’s educated, just because he doesn’t really care about any of that stuff doesn’t mean he doesn’t know it. and belle can speak with him like she can no other, because gaston has more formal education than anyone else in this village. and to their surprise, gaston and belle become friends, become the closest of friends, and gaston hasn’t known this closeness since adam, although it’s different because he loves belle but he’s not in love with belle.

and one day belle and her father are out traveling and sudden snowstorm forces them into the castle. belle knows there’s some sort of monster that supposedly lives there, but it’s either the castle for refuge or dying of cold outside, so into the castle they go. and instead of a hideous monster there’s adam, the beast. he’s rude and gruff and calls them twelve kinds of idiots for getting caught in a snowstorm in the first place. he offers them a room before sulking back into his study, watching the last petal threaten to the fall from the rose.

the castle is so excited to have guests, to have a young girl that may be their saving grace, and beast doesn’t know how to tell them that he likes girls well enough, but the only person he’s ever loved is a prickly, stuffy little boy who used to wring his hands together whenever they went looking for wolves. the storm doesn’t abate, and belle and her father stay. beast likes belle, likes how much she loves his library and the courteous way she speaks to all his staff even tho they’re all furniture, and he wishes he could love her, she is a woman that deserves to be loved. but he can’t.

back in the village, gaston has had it. the beast took adam from him, and he wont allow that thing to take belle. he rallies the villagers and goes marching to the castle, determined to save belle and her father, determined to kill the thing that killed adam.

so they storm the castle and he and the beast fight. belle and her father rush forward to stop the rest of the angry village men, and belle is screaming at gaston to stop, that things aren’t as they seem. but he’s mad with bloodlust, with revenge, and he’s about to take the beast’s head off with his axe when the beast lunges and pushes him to the ground, pinning him with an arm to his throat. and the muscle memory is so sudden and visceral that gaston freezes and stares at the snarling beast and whispers, “adam?”

and the beast blinks, and pulls back a little, and goes …… “gaston!?”

literally everyone is so confused, but they only get more confused when gaston throws himself at the beast and there’s a rush of magic as the last petal falls and the spell is broken. gaston sees beast for who he really is, loves him wholly and completely in the way only children can, and the curse is broken.

so gaston goes from having the beast in his arms to having a man, and he kisses him, outing himself in front of the whole village and not caring in the slightest. “i’ve missed you,” adam says, reaching out a hand to cup gaston’s cheek.

his staff are people again, and the cloud of darkness that had fallen over the castle is lifted. the old and irritable third cousin twice removed who’d been running the country is more than happy to hand it back over to adam, so happy in fact that he doesn’t question anything about this incredibly weird situation.

gaston and adam were children with a children’s love, but as adam gets his castle and kingdom up and running again, gaston is there. and their love deepens, and strengthens, and becomes something much more real and true than it ever was before. and gaston knows he can’t keep this, that adam will need to take a queen and gaston won’t be able to be with him after that.

except no one told adam that, because he goes to belle who just, never left the castle because she likes it and it likes her and her two favorite people are here. and also they’ll pry her from that library over her dead body. “hey,” adam says, “so, i’m kind of the king now.”

“i noticed,” belle answers, and doesn’t look up from her book.

adam considers closing it, but also considers that he likes his hands attached to his wrists. “want to get married? we’ll need to produce an heir or two, but beyond that you’ll get all the books you want and a whole country to boss around.” one of the things adam had quickly learned was that belle loved bossing people around.

belle doesn’t look up from her book. he hadn’t honestly expected her too. “okay. I’m dating plumette. im going to keep doing that.”

“nice,” he says, because plumette is a lot prettier now that she isn’t a feather duster.

so adam find gaston and tells him that he’s marrying belle, and gaston’s whole heart breaks but it makes sense, adam and belle make sense together, and he wishes he could make himself hate either of them but he can’t because he loves them both. but then adam is talking about how belle will have the rooms next to theirs, and gaston should probably stop paying rent for his house in the village, he lives in a literal palace, come on now.

and gaston figures out that adam is planning to stay with him, that belle is his wife and queen in name only and and gaston will continue to be the one in his heart and in his bed. adam is talking about how they all really need to sit down and do something about the redistribution of tax revenue, and they should probably do it before the wedding because otherwise their subjects will only show up to throw fruit at them. gaston cuts him off by pressing his king and love of his life against the wall and kissing him breathless.

cogsworth and lumiere walk by and pause mid-argument to wolf whistle at them before continuing on their way. gaston and adam end up having to hold each other up as they laugh so hard they can’t breath.

and everyone lives happily ever after.


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My mom is a bartender so I like to go down and sit by her while she is working and naturally I overhear a lot of interesting conversations between intoxicated people but my favorite one was between two older guys, probably 60’s, watching Captain America. Here’s how the conversation went:
Guy 1: *looks up at TV and sees Chris Evans* “That guy is really nice looking”
Guy 2: “yea he is”
-silence-
Guy 2: “wait, are you gay?”
Guy 1: “hell ya buddy. Since 1960, man!”
Guy 2: “dude same here!”
-High five-

she flowers; he feasts

Hades was nervous… to say at least.

Never before had he left the Underworld, kingdom and throne behind but this was for a whole different reason; a reason he jumped up quicker at than Death could snatch the dying.

Harry was traveling to Olympus on behalf of his lover’s request.

It was the middle of summer and Hades’ hadn’t seen Persephone since she left, which was only couple months prior. His heart boomed alive when he received the floral scented letter from Hermes, opening it to read in her beautiful hand writing that she requested him to come up out of Hell to see her. Though slightly hesitant at first, he made his mind up rather quickly and informed all of his servants and advisors that he was leaving. He left his closest friend Thanatos, known to him as Fionn, in charge of the Underworld while we has away.


It had been a long journey out of his own realm, the firs strike of sunlight blinding his eyes and making his skin sizzle upon touch. Colors were too bright, the sky’s magnificent blue making him squint and everything… too alive for him. Harry hated it up here but this was his wife’s world. Anything she loved, he vowed to love too.

The moment he landed on Olympus, he could tell he wasn’t the least bit of welcomed. The nymphs screamed and hid from him, all of them scurrying back into their respective elements; some hid in the rivers, most ran to the forest and stayed quivering in the trees. Even the sunshine seemed to flicker, clouds passing on in front of it as if to shy away from god of darkness. Harry didn’t care though, he was only here for one reason.

He arrived in a small meadow, the one his wife had told him to meet her at. It was a beautiful spot, one where the flowers bloomed and the trees were lush but with every step he took, Death’s scent lingered with him. Everything he walked past curled and rotted away from him, nothing wanting anything to do with Death before their rightful time.

The sunshine suddenly perked back up at the sound of her voice, sounding like bell chimes in the wind. Harry’s heart accelerated as the small goddess appeared in his view, her pastel tunic dragging in the shrubbery around her as she ran to him with excited squeals.

“Harry! Harry!” Persephone shrieked, throwing her weight onto him in a hug, the two tumbling harshly onto the ground.

Hades didn’t even care that she had knocked them over, returning her hug with his strength and crushing her body to his as though she would diminish into air at any second. He wasted no time in kissing her, planting his fist into her hair and tilting her face in the direction of his for a long awaited kiss.

Y/N made a little mm! sound of surprise, feeling his smile on hers as she eagerly kissed back, using one hand to hold onto the grass around her. If Harry kissed any harder, he’d kiss her straight through the ground and back into Hell.

Persephone would have it no other way though.

They continued kissing in the open, hearing the nymphs giggle and swoon around them. Harry traveled his hand down her body, bunching the ends of her dress in his fist and yanking it up her legs.

Persephone spread her thighs wider as Hades settled in between them, using his body to shield hers from any unwanted eyes. Y/N moaned as Harry stroked his fingers over her bare hip bones, the tickling sensation driving her mad with arousal. She pulled back from the kiss, only to have Hades plant them down from her jaw to her throat, big opened mouth kisses that left mushy lip sounds and long sighs of pleasure.

“I’ve missed you so much.” Hades sighef, tucking his face into the crook of her neck as he danced his ring clad fingers to her clit, rubbing and teasing her opening with small strokes.

Y/N’s body tensed, her tummy feeling like a million clematis vines twirling up and tickling her insides with utmost pleasure.

“Say it back sweetheart, use your words. Have you missed me?”

“Gods,” She moaned, following the rhythm of his fingers with her hips. “I’ve missed you so damn much. I never — oh god… — I never thought you’d actually come see me.” She finished quickly, arching her back into his chest, her eyes fluttering shut.

“I’d raise Hell to the ground if you wanted.” He confessed, slipping his fingers out and lifting them to his mouth. Hades moaned as he tasted her, breathing heavily as he looked back down at her.

She was a sight, her elbows dirty from writhing in the dirt and her once neat hair a frail mess of leaves and grass. Her cheeks burned the color of roses and her pupils were blown wide, resembling plums. She really was Mother Nature’s truest piece.

Harry kneeled up, unbuckling his jeans and sliding them down far enough to let his cock spring free, the cool breeze making the tip redder than his favorite pomegranates. Hades moaned and pumped himself, locking eyes with his wife underneath him.

Persephone smiled bashfully, avoiding his intense gaze. “Are — are we doing this out here? Anyone could see…”

“I can’t wait.” Hades muttered, leaning back down over her again and capturing her mouth in a kiss. “I want Zeus’s entire fucking kingdom to know who’s you are.”

The second he pushed into her was one of a dream. He was rough — just how she liked it — but maintained a passionate intimacy that only two people in love could share. Persephone clenched her fists, feeling him slide up deeper into her with each and every thrust. Harry groaned, feeling her squeeze around him.

He pinned her wrists above her head, bending over her body and leaving small kisses around the crown of her head as he pumped his hips. Her legs eventually curled around his waist, Y/N’s whole body arching into his but she whines — high pitched in the back of her throat — as her clothed chest touches to his clothed one. The thought that they were fucking in the middle of a forest reoccurred in her mind, making her decide to hide her noises away in case of any body unfortunate enough to stumble by.

Hades made one particular hard thrust to where he’s buried to the hilt, making tiny grinding circles into her pubic bone. Y/N’s hands writhed in his grasp, needing anything to hold on to as Harry devoured her underneath him. The curls stick to his sweaty forehead, Persephone’s own hair starting to feel strangled around her neck.

“I can’t hear ya, love. Why’re you being so quiet?” He slurs, euphoria taking over every cell of his body.

I —.” She grunted but it was struggled as Harry loosened one of his hands and toyed with her mouth, knocking their hips together every second without relent. He thumbed her bottom lip, pushing his index finger into her mouth and groaning as she sucked.

“Such a good girl for me,” He praised, removing his finger and going straight to where her clit ached for touch. He pinched it, feeling her body stutter underneath him.

“I’m going to…” Y/N moaned, her legs quivering around his waist. She groaned, thrashing as the feeling became too much.

Hades let his entire weight drop onto her, kissing her as she released her high.“Look at me, look at me Y/N.”

Persephone’s eyes met his within the second she came, her mouth dropping open as she released the loudest whine yet. Harry milked her through, stroking her face lovingly as she eventually relaxed back.

“Gods, so fucking beautiful.” Harry mumbled, feeling his own high just moments away. Y/N linked her arms around his neck, whispering praises in his ear and soon enough he filled her to the brim, laying stationary on top of her and giving the weak, occasional thrust as he emptied. She moved one hand through his curls and petted his hair down, smiling as he continued to breath heavily into her neck.

“I love you so much,” Harry suddenly spoke. “I’d be proper dead without my little goddess of life.”

“I love you too.” Y/N hushed, kissing his cheek as he lifted his head. Harry took a big breath and lifted up, pulling out watching his come leak out from her legs. He smirked and pressed a deep kiss to her clit, making her flinch and pull away before he scooted her dress down her legs and stood up, helping her up next to him.

“Squeeze,” He murmured. “Don’t want my come out of you. Want me in your bloodstream until you come back home to me.”

anonymous asked:

For friends turned into lovers, how would I show that one of the friends likes the other without saying "he realized he likes her" ? How do I show it without being so direct?

Thanks for your question, love!  I love friends-to-lovers <3  It’s probably one of my favorite romance dynamics – like 90 out of my 100 OTPs are friends-to-lovers.

Originally posted by lizzingtonshipper

But there are a lot of these kinds of relationships that I don’t like, too, and it’s for the reason you’re stating.  They’re over-direct, and obvious, and unrealistic.  Two people don’t just go from a platonic place to, “Whoa, I guess I’m in love and never noticed.”

There are two ways to remedy this.  The first is to keep their friendship a little flirtatious in the first place, which is something we see with Andy and April from Parks and Rec, and Jim and Pam from The Office.  Though these two couples both began as strictly friends (and in both situations, one of the two people was in another relationship), they had a hint of attraction toward each other, whether it be purely physical or deeper feelings.  There was something there that you could sense – something palpable, so that when the relationship developed, you could go, “Oh, that makes sense.” 

You don’t have to do this, though.  There are other friends-to-lovers relationships that begin from a place of little or no attraction, like Monica and Chandler from Friends, or April and Jackson from Grey’s Anatomy.  In these cases, there was a particular instant of connection (in other words, a one-night stand) that caused them to view each other differently.  I’m kidding, though – it doesn’t have to be a one-night stand, and in fact, that’s kind of overplayed.  But any moment of connection, physical or emotional, can cause you to reevaluate someone’s role in your life.  Comfort over one another’s loss, a genuine display of friendship, or even a meaningless physical interaction (you know what I’m talking about, Community fans) can spark the random daily instances of, “Wow.  He has gorgeous eyes.” and, “She’s gonna be there, so I have to look nice.”

Overall, though, there are a few different ways to showcase (growing) affection without directly announcing romantic feelings.  Character A might:

  • Notice Character B’s looks, or reassess them from a romantic standpoint
  • Take sudden interest in Character B’s opinions, hobbies, or whereabouts
  • Engage in frequent conversation with Character B (often taking a passive listening role)
  • Feel more comfortable being themselves with Character B
  • Think about Character B while alone (”They would like this book,” “I wonder what they’d say about this,” “I hope they’ll be there.”)
  • Become more physically affectionate with Character B
  • Defend/explain Character B’s actions and intentions to others
  • Desire to improve themselves for Character B
  • Worry about Character B’s opinion of them
  • Have decreased romantic interest in anyone else (including current romantic partners)
  • Compare others to Character B (”My date isn’t as funny as she is,” “I’d be having a better time if he were here.”)
  • Rethink past interactions with Character B from a romantic standpoint
  • Ask other people for their opinion on Character B

Those are just a few ideas.  If you need more help, be sure to let us know!  Good luck :)

– Mod Joanna ♥️


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home is where you are. (m)

↳ a companion piece to sad machines (jung hoseok story)! 

pairing: shin hoseok | reader
genre: punk au / fluff, angst, and minor smut
word count: 8,288
description: for once, he’s willing to come to terms with his past if it means not losing the best damn thing in his life, her. 
author’s note: happy birthday to @wonhopes! i wish i had finished that personal trainer au, but i hope this is okay too girl! sorry for being a little late btw~ <3

cr.


The bar was quiet that night.

Its usual goers remained to themselves, drinking away their sorrows with little cares in the world and remaining there as the night slowly progressed. Wonho wasn’t sure how that could be possible, but everything felt too heavy and uninviting. He hated it. He hated that he envied them, hated that he was wishing for his own release.

His dark brown hues grazed over each of the forest green booths, noting how the faces in them jogged some memory in his recollection, until his sights landed on the last one in the far right. Although it was occupied, his mind could only remember this was where he met her. The incandescent light had washed over her scrunched up visage, words fell off her lips in grumbles, and several bottles of Blue Moon laid astray atop of the mahogany table. Still, she reached for the bottle, trying to siphon whatever else was left. He remembered asking her what was wrong, knowing that whatever it was, he hoped she was okay.

He smiled to himself, remembering the way Y/N glared at him, willing him to go away with vehemence. Her very first words were, “I hate guys.” It came off as a huff, and he almost believed that she hated him, but the moment he apologized and tried to walk away, she told him to stay. Her voice has been small, remorse tinged between the words, and, for whatever reason, he did and he didn’t regret it, even now.

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Game of Thrones 7x03

This episode felt like a long one and was slow in a little parts but I didn’t mind it. I have to say though they really did stepped up the scenery, no more cold ass winter, just beautiful Dragonstone and Casterly Rock even Winterfell is looking better.

-Dany and Jon’s meeting was tense

          - “I’m no Stark” giant dragon flies over his head, I see you symbolism 

         - I like Dany, I do, but like girl shut up and listen to Jon

         - Davos the best hype man there is

-Yara was the only one with her head held high

-Euron has NNNOOOOO CHILL!!!!

-Cersei taunting the Sand Snakes was boring

              -I still hate the sand snakes

             - Like Elliara that’s what you get for murdering little girls

- EEEWWW I don’t want to see more Cersei and Jamie

       -Jamie looking grey

- Is that Mycroft?

          - I never thought that debt would be the one thing to take Cersei down

- My two Favorite Characters talking to each other

             - Jon listen to Tyrion 

             -Tyrion believes Jon

-DANY LISTEN TO TYRION
            - EVERYBODY NEEDS TO LISTEN TO TYRION!!!!

-Is Jon honestly the most decent guy that Dany has met that is her own age

-SANSA BEING QUEEN!!!!

          -Littlefinger go away, yo Bitch ass ain’t wanted here

-Bran could you smiling more you just saw your sister for the first time in like 7 years

- Bran still creepy, but, I’m glad he can’t be Lord of Winterfell

-Wow Sam is a miracle worker

          -Sam helping people is the worst kept secret in Westeros

                    - My baby better not get greyscale

-Tyrion and his libido is what got them into Casterly Rock 

- I’m starting to think that maybe Euron is a fucking mermaid

- Jamie no you are better than this

     - “He really was a cunt wasn’t he” Olenna speaking the truth

     -We were rooting for you! We were all rooting for you!!!

  -Drinking Wine is the best way to go on GOT

-OOOOLLLLLLLEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

-SHE JUST FUCKING DID THAT

See you next week hope we might get some more action than this episode, I know it was just more set up but still I want to see some fucking action.

Avengers Preference- How The Avengers Feel About You; The Youngest Member Of Their Team

Natasha Romanoff:

At first Natasha would be weary of it. With everything that went on with her in the Red Room she wouldn’t want another teens life to be cut short and turned to assassination. Although after sometime and many training sessions later, she would grow close to you. Natasha took on the ‘motherly’ role when you were around. She was constantly scolding you and kept a close eye on you no matter what. Occasionally her protective side made you annoyed but it was nice to know she cared. Natasha, similar to Steve, also recommended to Shield HQ that you be kept out of missions that put you in a too risky battle state for her liking. Often times during fights where you were sent along, Nat would be finding herself distracted from her fight and glancing over at yours to make sure you were still alive. If anything bad happen to you under her watch she would never forgive herself.

Tony Stark:
You were his little prodigy. Tony saw himself in everything thing you did. He would offer to let you watch over him in the lab when you were forced to stay back and out of the action. Tony would teach you anything and everything you desired. Though he refused to admit it, Tony considered you as his daughter. You had shared experiences, your parents were killed when you were younger leaving you to be an orphan. But when Shield got a hold of your case and discovered your powers, you were immediately recruited and now were apart of The Avengers. Tony was the one to research your file. The moment he caught word that the team was getting a new member he dug every bit of information out on you that he could. He insisted that you studied at the Avengers Tower alongside Peter Parker and hired the best tutors possible to make sure you could reach your full potential. Tony Stark was determined to give you the childhood he never got which was the main reason he fought against allowing you in on missions, but he also understood why you were needed in the fight so in most cases he let you go. Despite this, you were the only person Tony cared about more than his work.

Thor Odinson:
Thor was absolutely amazed by you. He had never met a mortal your age with the powers and abilities you possessed. You taught him human terms and filled him in on all the references he didn’t understand. Being the youngest on the team, there still so much that you had yet to do. The farthest you had gone out of the country was to Russia for a mission with the team. That being said, Thor insisted on taking you to his home realm of Asgard for your birthday and as a reward for all your hard work on the team. Also, Thor was frequently visiting you and asking for advice on Jane. Thor held a whole universe of trust in you and found himself considering you to be one of his closest friends.

Clint Barton:
He avoided you when you first joined the team. In Clint’s opinion you were far too young and innocent to take on the role of an Avenger. He only shared short conversations with you during your training sessions with Steve and Natasha. Hawkeye didn’t take a liking to you until he caught you one early morning sneaking around in the vents listening in on a top secret conversation between Nick Fury and Tony Stark. That was when Clint took advantage of your small form and eager teenage mind and transformed you into his new found pranking partner. The two of you would wake at the crack of dawn and begin your prankster ways. Your main target of choice was Natasha and Tony. It was obvious neither of them would yell too much at you so when you were to get caught, you took the fall. Bucky had been your latest victim of harmful jokes. You and Hawkeye had returned late from a movie and when you found Bucky passed out on the couch with his metal arm dangling dangerously close to the ground, you couldn’t resist. By the time Steve had waltzed into the room, Clint and yourself had managed to stick thirty small magnets of various colors along Bucky’s bionic arm. Hawkeye took the blame for that one even though Steve knew both of you were in on it. Let’s just say Clint had a special place in his heart for you.

Bruce Banner:

Like Clint, he ignored you. Truthfully, Bruce Banner admired your young mind and the brilliance that you held, but he was fearful of bringing a kid your age onto the team. He was well aware that in most cases under his Hulk form he had close to no control over himself so he distanced himself as far from you as possible. The last thing he wanted was to injure you. You tried to coax him and form a friendship but every time you got even the least bit of personal with him like discussing your hometown, he grew silent. All that changed when you took on a fight side by side with the Avengers in Germany. The team had just invaded the main Hydra base of the region. Shots were coming from every which direction and when Bruce, in his Hulk form, saw you from the corner of his eye fighting off a parade of enemies, he couldn’t stand by and pretend you didn’t exist anymore. He wiped out the whole army that had attacked you and brought you safely back to base. Even in his green state of being, Bruce was able to control himself and save your life, and that was all that mattered. After that he hardly ever question you about joining in on missions with the team because he knew if something went wrong either himself or one of the other members of the team would be there to help you out.

Wanda Maximoff:

You quickly became best friends, practically sister. You two bonded over your abilities and coped with your loses. You and Wanda gossiped over juicy new that traveled through the Tower and shared secrets over the boys you took a liking to. Wanda was the only one you let in on regarding the crush you had on a certain spiderboy. She kept quiet on the subject but teased you subtly whenever a chance presented itself. You made her swear not to tell Steve or Tony whom you knew would have a cow, which she didn’t. Wanda encouraged you to fight because she believed in you and the outstanding potential you held. Wanda taught you the language of her home country and often times the two of you would communicate through Sokovian dialect when any of your other team members were around. Wanda was one of the only people on the team who truly understood you and didn’t look down upon you for your age.

Bucky Barnes:
Besides Steve, you were Bucky’s favorite member of the Avengers team. He opened up to you slowly about some of his experiences with Hydra. Like most of the team, Bucky had little to no faith and trust in you when you were first recruited to join the team but over time his perspective altered. Bucky started to view you as less than a child that needed to be watched over and more as a friend, that’s not to say he still didn’t watch over you. Bucky was hesitant and kept himself closed off around most but to you he couldn’t. You reminded James of pre-serum Steve, you were like his little sister and he loved you like family, although he tried not to show it.

Steve Rogers:

In Steve’s eye, you were practically his daughter. From the moment he met you, Steve swore he would do anything and everything to keep you out of harms way. So of course he was upset when he found Fury clearing you for multiple missions. All his attempts to talk you out of the fights failed and much like Steve himself, you refused to back down from a fight. That was one of the main traits of yours that Steve Rogers admired most. There weren’t many things that Tony and Steve agreed on but the importance of your schooling was definitely one of them. Tony hired the most high end tutors because he knew how bright minded you were and the capability you held. Steve on the other hand wanted you to go through schooling incase you ever decided to drop the Avenging and Shield gig and start and family, being the fatherly figure he was. This being said that didn’t mean Captain America didn’t believe in you because he did. He really did. Steve realized after his first mission with you that you would be on of the greatest gains the team has ever come by, but he cared about your safety and well-being more. Nonetheless, Steve always had people checking in on you during the fight and made sure you never strayed too far from him.

Princess of Themyscira: Part 4

AN:This chapter came fairly easy, I love how it turned out.

Words: 1813

Part One, Part Two, Part Three


The only thoughts on your mind as you climb the steps up towards your grandmother’s palace are ones of sleep. Your body aches, your spirit is sore, and to be completely honest, you feel a bit hollow inside. All you want is to collapse on your bed and sleep. Of course, life isn’t that easy.

    At the top of the stairs, you find your grandmother and your sisters waiting for you. You’re a bit surprised. Usually, by this time, they’ve drunk themselves into a stupor, having told each and every one of your mother’s battle stories. The hangovers typically last for days, and you’re usually the one to hold back your sisters’ hair in the morning.

    You say nothing as you take a seat at the top of the stairs, and turn to face the horizon. The sun is just beginning to rise, and no one seems inclined to say anything, so you sit in silence until Io finally asks, “What was she like?”

    You turn towards your sister and stare. You’d heard the stories, how Io had been madly in love with your mother, and how she had cried for days when she had been officially banished. After a moment you say, “You knew her longer, shouldn’t you know?”

    Artemis’s hand lands roughly on your shoulder, “We knew Diana, Princess of Themyscira. Warrior of the Amazons. We did not know Diana, mother of Y/N, Warrior of Man’s World.”

    You bite on your lip, “You don’t want to hear what I have to say.”

    “And why not?” Euboea asks.

    “Because it involves Man’s World. It involves my brothers. It involves my father, and however much love you have for my mother, and for me, you have just as much resentment for them.”

    “Have we ever shown this resentment? Said bad things?” Hellene asks.

    Your answer is swift and unforgiving, “Yes.” You can see the shock on the faces of your friends, of your grandmother, and from the rest of my sisters. “It didn’t take you long to accept me, despite being hesitant at first. But I remember the hushed whispers in those early days, what you all would say when you thought I wasn’t around.”
    You swallow thickly, “You hate my father for having taken my mother away, but if you knew my mother as you claim, then you would know that no one could make her do anything. And to understand who my mother became when she left here, you’d first have to understand my family. And that starts with my father. And to be honest, I don’t know if it’s a story you’re going to like.”

    There’s several long minutes of silence before Io finally says, “Diana was our sister. We wish to know her. You come from her, if you say we need to start with your sire, then that is where we shall start.”

    You take a shaky breath before nodding once, “Well, to start, he wasn’t my sire. He was my father, and whatever your misgivings toward men are, he was a good man. He was born into wealth, to a loving mother and father. My grandmother, his mother, wanted a child desperately and it took several miscarriages before she was able to have my father. But he was her world. And my grandfather, Thomas, was a doctor. He turned away from corporate America to help people. To try and relate to those less fortunate than him.

    “They were murdered in front of my father when he was eight. That one moment defined the rest of his life. He was left in the care of the family’s butler, Alfred.” You smile at the name, and pause for a moment as the memory of the older man takes center stage in your memory.

    “Alfred was amazing. Managed to raise my dad, and my brothers and even helped raise me. He and mom got along so well. He took care of cleaning and cooking, and everything, and anytime one of us had a problem we would go to him.”

    You pause to wipe away a tear, before continuing, “As my father grew up, he became obsessed with vengeance.”

“Of course.” Artemis’s voice is sure, understanding, as she says, “If any of us were in the same position we would do the same.”

You smile, “Except he didn’t.” You receive puzzled looks before saying, “He found the man who murdered his parents, only to find out he’d been hired to do the job. He had a gun in his hand, he could have killed the man but decided against it. Decided that he wouldn’t become the very thing his parents had tried so hard to fight.

“He went on a journey across the world. Trained under hundreds of masters in escape and martial arts. He was gone for nearly eight years, and when he returned, he took on the persona of Batman. He donned a mask and a cape, and worked to protect the city he loved. That’s how he met my brothers.

“Dick, Jason, and Tim all came to him in different ways. Each had their own journey with him, but they all were of the same mentality. To protect. It’s the same way he met Mom. The Justice League was formed out of need, not desire. Some Earth shattering crisis, where Mom first appeared. She thought dad was too broody. She worked so hard to get him out of his shell.

“The thing that did it was her almost dying. She took a hit for him. It would have killed him, but it only wounded her. Unlike most of the League, Dad didn’t have any powers. He was extremely smart, cunning, and a master of fighting. But he wasn’t invulnerable.

“Tim said that he never left her side after that. He refused to even eat until she woke up. And her first words to him were, ‘Your rules be damned, Bruce Wayne. I love you, and no matter how hard you push me away, I’ll fight even harder to get close.’ Jason said he just gave up after that.

“Dick said they became one of the most sappy couples ever after that. Only at home though. When they were in uniform they were all business. At least that’s what they claim. Dick said that a lot changed when he let Mom in. She didn’t let him isolate himself, or deny his feelings. She forced him to admit stuff, to become more open.

“My father, who apparently had a hard time admitting he cared, finally admitted that his number one fear was to lose those important to him; my brothers and my mother.”

You pause again to swipe at the tears running down your face. “I remember coming home from a night out with my brothers to find them dancing in the kitchen. We watched them for an hour. He was singing to her. Mom was the only one who could convince him to sing. He had such a pretty voice. He would have given her the sun and the stars if she had let him.

“My brother Damian came after they had been together for about two years. When my father had been traveling he met a woman named Talia. She was a smart woman. A strict woman. And a hell of a fighter. Unbeknownst to my father, a night together had created Damian.

“Damian resented Mom at first. Said there were months of snipes back and forth but my mother never backed away or coddled him. Any smart alec remark was met with one of equal standing until something happened that nobody would talk about. All I know is that Talia never came around again, and my parents were given full parental rights. I came about two years after that.”

“And?” Calyce asks.

You smile, “We were happy. We were a family. I grew up with four older brothers who meant the world to me. Who I could go to. My father wouldn’t go out on patrol without reading me a story before he left. Damian taught me fighting basics to defend myself. The others tried to coddle me too much, he said. But neither Mom nor Dad wanted me to join the family business.

“They wanted me to have a normal life, and I did. Or at least as normal as it can be in that situation. I grew up with the other league kids. I had chores and dance class. We had family trips and family dinners. Mom would tell me stories about her childhood. Dick taught me how to tumble, and Jason would taught me how to ride a bike. I’d spend hours playing video games with Tim. He made me my first cup of coffee for exams. Alfred nearly blew a gasket. Mom just took pictures.

“On weekends Mom would take me horseback riding, and we would race. My favorites memories are the ones of all of us together. Birthdays, galas, movie weekends. But my favorite is one of my mom and dad dancing.

“There was always something going on in the world. Some crisis, but I remember thinking I had never seen two people so at peace in that moment. I had never seen two people so in love. He used to call her ‘princess.’ And it wasn’t some in some condescending way either, it’s because that’s what she was, and she deserved that respect.”  

You take a deep breath, “My dad died about three months before I came here. It sent Mom into a rage. She destroyed that incoming fleet. Despite his own resolve not to kill he never tried to persuade her otherwise. He knew she did what she thought was best, that it was a last resort.

“What she did to that fleet though, it was pure vengeance. They had taken the love of her life away, and she was going to kill them for it. She became a different person after that. She was very withdrawn, and when the invasion got worse, they decided as a family that I needed to be saved.

“Alfred drugged me. Slipped something into the coffee Tim had made. They were all there as my eyes closed. They all told me how much they loved me. When I woke up, my mother was carrying me on the beach here. She’d packed a trunk with things she said were important. Put the key around my neck, and well… you know the rest.”  

This time, you let the tears come, you allow yourself to sob as you say, “She wasn’t so different from the woman you tell stories about.”

Artemis’s arms surround you, and she pulls you close, “She was very different, little one. She was a mother, not only to you but to your brothers. She was a wife. She was in love. She was a warrior.”

You swallow thickly, “She was Wonder Woman.”

Good taz things from episode 62

- B E A C H. E P I S O D E
-you have to roll for googly eyes and with a 1… you die. Its the rules of the game
-everybody coming up with ways to trash merles gifts.
- lup absolutely refusing merles gift
-oh no its a demon only i can see it destroyed the hat so sad :/
-magnusssssssss
-taako invented surfing
-taakos inspired to surf from seeing merles gift magnus threw away floating in the waves.
- taakos sweet flips origin story
-barry is entranced by taako surfing
-BARRY ASKING TAAKO TO TEACH HIM HOW TO SWIM
-i had hoped it would be lup but this is still great
-“barney its surfer slang”
-“everytime merle barfs i just hear it no matter where I am its just in my head constantly”
-im just imagining barry with arm floaties omg i need this
-griffin: and now people will stop tweeting at me that I said one of barrys favorites things was swimming in a cold lake on a hot day and then two episodes later saying he didnt know how to swim
-BARRYS AFRAID OF LOOKING SILLY IN FRONT OF LUP!!!!!!!!!!!
-BARRY LOOKS UP TO LUP A LOT!!!!!!!!!!!!
-TAAKO ENCOURAGING BARRY TO TAKE HIS TIME WITH LUP
- BARRY BLUSHES WHEN LUP DOES SOMETHING COOL
- lucretia being so happy about making a happy happy portrait of everyone im crying im love her
-how the happy music at the end fades into wave noises
-this is a good episode

Star vs the Forces of Evil theory

Originally posted by moringmark

The main thing I wanted to focus on in this, is the queens of Mewni and how they’re stories might affect Star’s journey.To do that, I feel it is necessary to bring up what exactly their pedestals said.


Celena the Shy; What hides behind the golden fan the hand does sweetly hold, a trove of cosmic secrets that will never be told.
In the episode ‘Into the Wand’, Celena is the first tapestry Star really looks at, and Star immediately goes; “Great-great grandma Shy!”. Not only does this place Celena as the closest related Queen to star besides for Moon, but it also reveals that Star learned about Celena, probably from her mother, early on. We also came to note that- we don’t know what marks Celena has on her cheeks due to her fan. Some people have theorized however, that she has the diamonds on her cheeks like Moon due to the diamond shape in her wand.
 
Solaria the Monster Carver; A castle stormed is a hero born, with might as strong as steel. Kneels the void before her and the crushing force she wields.
What really stood out to me is one, the markings on Solaria’s face. Lightning bolts- not one of the classic symbols from a deck of cards like many people theorize, but I feel the need to remind everyone- The symbols on their cheeks can change with their emotions. Whenever Star is bored, they change to hourglasses, and in some cases when she’s fighting, they can change to skulls. Based on the heart Solaria wears on her clothes, I think it’d be a fair bet to say she originally has hearts like Star. Another thing that stood out is that Star literally never mentions anything about her. She reads the pedestal, and then she’s rushing off to get chauncy (I never really bothered to learn his name).

Eclipsa the Queen of Darkness: Eclipsa the queen of mewni to a mewman king was wed, but took a monster for her love and away from Mewni fled.
Eclipsa’s pedestal lets out a hiss of steam as Star passes by, something none of the other pedestals did, and in that steam seemed to be the shape of a face before it cleared. After Star reads her pedestal, she looks… mildly impressed, furthering the idea by saying  'Ohh, bad girl.’ Eclipsa also is mentioned in 'Page turner’ as Moon Butterfly’s (Queen Butterfly presently) 9 great- grandmother. Also In page turner, it’s revealed that Eclipsa wrote an entire chapter of dark spells, ones that didn’t seem to interest Star that much, but affected Marco greatly.

Moon the Undaunted: The immortal monster will long be haunted by the darkest spell of Moon the Undaunted.
Here we see a young Moon, less prim and proper and looking much like her daughter, riding on her pet goat thing, and battling Toffee. Not just battling him so to say but- appearing to be winning, cutting off his famous missing finger. Star even looks baffled at this, saying in clear surprise 'My mom fought toffee?’ Which implies she didn’t know about the fight at all.
It is then that Star’s attention is drawn to the thing currently making her own tapestry, and Toffee’s finger is ripped out of Moon’s tapestry.  

Now, moving on. Obviously I think what’s really important here, is two Queens and Star.
Eclipsa and Solaria.

  • Eclipsa is seen and mentioned many times throughout the few episodes, sometimes not with all that much fondness, and in Page Turner- fear. When Star grab’s toffee’s finger at the end of Into the Wand, it shows toffee, the wand breaking, and Eclipsa’s close up of her face.

    Solaria is simply… a queen we don’t know much about. Her story is basically told on her pedestal, but that’s it. Her castle was stormed and she kicked some monster ass. The end. Unlike everyone else, Star doesn’t say anything about her- this either implies that she’s not important at all, or that her story is one we need to learn ourselves.

    But the main reason I brought it down to Solaria, Eclipsa and Star is…. none of them seemed to have followed the tradition Moon scolds Star for. Eclipsa ran away and fell in love with a monster, the mewmans sworn enemy, and Solaria became a feared monster slayer more than a queen- even shaving her hair off by the looks of it, the family wand becoming a sword in her presence. Star clearly doesn’t like the tradition, and based on her slight respect for Eclipsa… she and Solaria might be the one closest to Star in a magical and personality based sense.

    This is further proven by 'Bon Bon the birthday clown’ where Star casts one of Eclipsa’s dark spells, the All seeing eye.  She does it, perfectly. She casted a dark spell, first try, perfectly. Better yet, when she saw how happy Marco and Jackie were, her jealousy and anger even allowed her to break a wheel on Jackie’s skateboard when she was far away. Those emotions described as 'dark’ by most, activate the darker half of the wands magic- something most people blame Eclipsa for.  

    I feel like Star will unconsciously find herself drifting to Eclipsa more often now that her spell book and her mentor are gone. It’s speculated Star and Marco are bound to be enemies, due to Marco’s monster arm appearing a few times, and how sympathetic he is towards monsters- Since Marco plays a strong role in star’s magic (if you don’t believe me, let me just remind you of how Star managed to achieve 'Dip down’ when she heard Marco reading the chapter of her journal titled 'my thoughts on Marco’ and how both times she saw Marco with Jackie while she was casting magic in bon bon the birthday clown, her magic backfired and activated the green magic- the darker magic- instead) it might not end up well.

  • Now that I got that obvious theory out of the way, time to mention my personal favorite.
  • Marco the king of Darkness.
    Yes yes, I know, 'Come on Arhi! Another Marco turns evil theory?’  
    Yes. Yes actually, but maybe not in the way many people think. Marco is sympathetic towards monsters as we’ve seen in quite a few episodes. That’s point number one- they keep coming for him and his best friend, but he still feels kinda bad about hurting them. Number two, his monster arm. Having it gave him power, something he clearly liked having, and even yelled at Star for her offer to remove the monster arm from him, saying that she could use magic all she wanted, but when it gave HIM an advantage it had to be taken away.
  • To me it almost sounds like it’s not the first time it’s happened.
  • Number three- Toffee calling him a disappointment. This ones kinda meh to me because it could have multiple meanings. A disappointment of a monster, a magical enemy for Star, of a companion of Stars, or maybe- as a relative of Toffee’s.  
  • Number four- Marco’s affinity for magic. Specifically the darker magic. Marco is a human as far as we’re aware- no magical abilities whatso ever. So why did he respond the way he did to reading Eclipsa’s chapter? A chapter of dark spells for wielders of the royal family wand. 

Feel free to talk to me about anything in my theories. My friend wanted me to write it all down and post it here so I’d love to see what you all have to say!

iwouldcullmyselfbuttomuchwork  asked:

promote with Lance and Coran :3 Say lance is tired and goes around half asleep asking the other to cuddle, (since he used to at home maybe) and the others brush him off but not Coran. So they cuddle and the others get lowkey jelly,btw ily so much;-;

Yes!!!!!!!

Ily2 <333333

Lance was tried, well scratch the he was exhausted. Every fiber in his body screamed with tiredness and soreness, his bones aching with every move. 

It wasn’t Lance’s fault, he tried to sleep, he tried to relax, but he never could. He couldn’t sleep in the castle, it was too quiet, even with his headphones on. Lance wasn’t used to the quiet, always relying on Hunk’s snores at the Garrison for some form of noise.

He liked noise, it reminded him of home, of his family. Things he wasn’t sure if he would see ever again. 

Lance also hated being alone, or simply feeling alone. He liked talking to people, he liked hugging people, he likes any physical contact but no one was really willing to give him what he wanted. 

“Anyone want to cuddle?” It was a simply question, one with an empty answer. Lance knew no one would take him up on his offer, they weren’t all that close to Lance. 

Whenever Lance was sad or lonely he would always cuddle someone, his mom, sister, brother just anyone that was willing to participate. 

“What was that Lance?” Coran twirled his moustache as he stood next to the Blue Paladin.

Lance blinked a few times at the man he considered an uncle. No one had ever said anything back to him when he asked. They had always brushed him off, sometimes giving an excuse. Lance didn’t hold it against them, some people believed that cuddling should be done between lovers, not friends. 

“I just asked if anyone wanted to cuddle, you know platonically.” Lance gave Coran a sheepish smile and Coran smile with excitement. 

“I would love to young paladin. Let me fetch some blankets and we should met up in the common room!” Coran ran out of the room, yelling about ticks or something and Lance laughed. Maybe he would start to feel like he was home. 

-

That’s how it started, Lance was leaning against Coran, watching some old altean movie. He was comfortable, he was warm, he didn’t feel lonely. It also didn’t feel weird and Coran seemed to be enjoying himself as he wrapped another blanket around them. 

Lance gave him a small smile and pulled the blanket tighter around him. 

Both of the boys stared at the T.V ignoring their guest that had started walking in and out of the common room. 

First it was Pidge, who ignored the two at first but couldn’t deny the pull on their stomach. She saw Lance as an older brother and whenever she was sad her and Matt would always cuddle.She wanted to cuddle Lance. 

The next one was Hunk, he walked in with a mission of fixing something but his smile fell when he saw his best friend cuddling with someone else. Lance always gave the best cuddles and Hunk was fortunate enough to experience them back at the Garrison. He missed them. 

Allura was next, her face neutral as she looked at the two. Cuddling was always her favorite past time and she wished to join the two but held her tongue, leaving the room as quickly as she entered. 

Shiro was next, he felt pained when he saw the two of them holding each other. He hadn’t felt anything like that for so long and he didn’t realize how touch starved he actually way. 

Finally it was Keith. Keith was never one for holding people or getting close to someone but seeing Lance with Coran made him feel jealous? Keith wasn’t sure but he didn’t like how Coran was holding Lance and not him. 

-

“Do you think we made them jealous?” Lance asked as he watched the credit to the film start to roll. 

Coran smiled, “yes but none of that matter. As long as you’re feeling better.” 

Lance smiled, “yeah, I am.” 

Fluff!!!! And Platonic Cuddles!

Only a little langst cause I need a break lol (Only a small break) 

I hope you like it!

Thank you!

Six Times Voltage Inc Tugged at my Heartstrings

I’ve been playing Voltage games for about four years now, and I have to say, there were moments in certain routes that made me Feel Things™. Generally, Voltage games aren’t really known for being cynical or overly emotional. Heck, their games, while having some mature content, mostly have an optimistic feel to them. However, there were some moments in particular that stood out to me—those scenes were written powerfully enough to shake me to the core.

I have to admit, it was difficult for me to select a few moments from hundreds of routes, but I tried my best to narrow it down as much as I could.

Disclaimer:

  • I limited it to one character per game to avoid repetition.
  • I haven’t played every Voltage game (or route for that matter). The moments I’ve chosen only come from the games I’ve played.
  • I didn’t include SLBP because I only started getting into it recently (plus I don’t know too much about the other lords to make solid conclusions about them lmao).
  • This is all my personal opinion, so that means you probably won’t share the same views as I do, which is cool (I’d actually appreciate it if you told me what your favorite moments were :D).

Anyhow, let’s begin! (long post below):


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Big Brother: Daytime TV Edition

Oprah Winfrey. 

Immediately finds herself in multiple alliances due to her motherly, personable nature, but is booted into jury once her core alliance has to eat itself.

Maury Povich

Tries playing the house way too obviously and finds himself backdoored and booted pre-jury. 

Judge Judy

Unexpected comp queen. Sees through people’s bullshit and calls it out, which makes everyone nervous and puts her on the block. It takes about 3 quarters of the season for her to be evicted because she keeps winning comps.

Dr. Oz

Joins a bro alliance but everyone knows he’s the rat of the group. If the alliance goes far, he’ll go far, but becomes everybody’s target after betraying so many people.

Wendy Williams

Floats between multiple alliances, and is often a swing vote. Not a strategic mastermind, but entertaining as hell. She gets far by dropping bombs on people’s games to get the target off of her, but is eliminated in the jury phase once everyone loses trust in her and stops telling her their secrets.

Kelly and Ryan

Brought in by a production twist in which two people know each other outside the game. Both of them get far, but Kelly votes him out in the jury phase, costing her his vote in the final two.

Steve Harvey

Forms the bro alliance and makes it far but doesn’t win. Pre-game fave, flops when he says some problematic shit that the tag hates but production never airs. Wins AFP. 

Dr. Phil

Joins the bro alliance, but doesn’t really do much but ride coattails. Has one semi-entertaining fight with Wendy, but is ultimately forgettable and is first member of the jury.

Julie Chen

Winner. Definite Production favorite and way too friendly with bro alliance, which bothers the tag a bit, but then again there are worse winners out there. Beats Kelly by dominating the jury speech and by not pissing off too many people.

anonymous asked:

what would kakashi, kiba, and itachi be like as best friends with a female shinobi? thanks :)

No problemo, hope these are okay! Thanks for Requesting!

HC’s on Kakashi, Kiba, and Itachi Being Friends with a Female Shinobi 

Kakashi:

Originally posted by hichamkiy

  • Kakashi is the greatest Best Friend ever tbh.
  • He and his bestie are going to always request to be on the same team for missions. This is because they work well together and would feel better in each others company versus being with some random stick in the mud jounin. God help anyone else who’s on their mission because they will have to endure hours of non-stop conversations. Kakashi turns into a Chatty Cathy when he’s with his best friend, it doesn’t even matter if they talk on a frequent basis, he cannot shut-up.
  • I feel as though that one of the requirements to be Kakashi’s bestie (regardless of gender) is to be a book worm. He enjoys breaking any and all books down with people and really likes to hear their opinions. And his bestie is also required to have read the Make-Out Paradise series, even if it’s for the soul purpose of laughing at the cheesiness, she needs to have read it. I can kind of imagine the two getting into an argument because his gal pal is going to find it “sexist” and that “women are not always thinking of sex.” But Kakashi would come back with, “Regardless, it is still good writing.”
    • This will lead to very casual talks about their sex lives, they know porn preferences, kinks, who they’ve done it with, where they have done it, they know it all about each other. 
  • His Ninken LOVE her, they like her over Kakashi. She smells better, her skin is softer, and she carries treats with her. It almost makes Kakashi sad, but if his ninken are going to like anyone over him, he’s glad it is her. And she would be the only one he lends his ninken to. 
  • His friend will always be there for him while he competes with Guy. She has the job of timing things, calling out who won, and sometimes picking the challenge.
  • Kakashi is going to be the big brother to his girl best friend. Did some scum bag just catcall her? Not on his watch, he does not care if she can hold her own and could easily kill the person, he is going to step in. Is she going on a date? He will interrogate the person and make sure they are good enough for her and he will definitely send Pakkun to follow her. 
  • When she comes back wounded from a mission he is the first one to visit her in the hospital. He brings her flowers, her favorite candy, and some reading material. He then scolds her for how stupid she was being on the mission and tells her to be more careful next time. 
  • She is the first one to see him without his mask and borrows his mask from time to time for giggles.

Kiba:

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  • Kiba and his female best friend are going to be the most competitive people you will ever meet. Morning, noon, and night, they will compete doing whatever one of them suggests. They are like the teenage versions of Kakashi and Guy. Watching the two of them compete is almost unbearable but once someone points out that they are like a married couple all is well. Here is an actual conversation:
    • “I don’t care if you are a girl, I’ll still kick your ass!”
    • “i DoN’t CaRe If YoU aRe A gIrL, i’Ll StILl KiCk YoUr AsS!”
  • The two of them like going on missions together, they can tolerate each other and always have the best of times. However, they will carry over some bickering, so other members on the mission better buckle up because they are in for a bumpy ride. The two often critique each other on missions, often saying “this jutsu would have been better” or “you executed that poorly.” But they do this because they care for each other and not only want the other to be safe but to succeed as a ninja too. 
  • He does have a habit of flirting with her, and she flirts right back. You would think they were in a relationship and don’t be surprised if he ends up dating his girl best friend.
  • The two of them bond over joking, but the one joke that makes Kiba laugh but his gal pal let out a deep sigh is the “that’s what she said” joke. Every time he says that, she punches him on the head.
  • Kiba’s mother sees his gal pal as a second daughter and will frequently comment about how she prefers her over Kiba. This drives Kiba up a wall and will usually trigger more bickering. Kiba’s sister adores his best friend and typically has pleasant conversations with her. And you can bet that they are shit-talking Kiba during exchanges. I can picture Kiba’s best friend going over to his house quite often, either to hang out, have dinner, or to simply crash there. 
  • Akamaru LOVES Kiba’s bestie and will always be there to either comfort her or protect her. She is also one of the few people Akamaru will let hold him (pre-shippuden) and ride him (post-shippuden).
  • Kiba’s best friend acts like she has superior fashion knowledge over him and always drags him for wearing a hoodie. It’s one of their many, many inside jokes.
  • The two of them often go to each other for dating advice. Kiba asks what girls like, his bestie asks what guys like. And in the event that the other person gets an s/o, older sibling instincts kick in. Kiba will keep an eye on his friends new s/o, and if he even catches a whiff of something fishy he’ll beat the crap out of them - no question. Same thing with his friend, if she does not like Kiba’s new s/o, she will shut that shit down.
  • In the event that his friend gets hurt he will be the first one to arrive to the hospital, but not with flowers, he’ll leave that job to Hinata. He will greet his friend with a smartass remark like, “Nice going dumbass.” But will then press them for details because he really is concerned. 

Itachi:

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  • Congratulations to the person who was able to become his best friend after Shisui
  • Itachi sees his best friend as the little sister he never had, the two have THAT kind of relationship. He will spend his days teaching her all of his techniques (or what he can without the use of a sharingan) and hope that that is enough for them. He does not care if she’s a fellow akatsuki member, he’s going to teach her all that he has. He is definitely the most protective out of the three men listed.
  • Itachi is very talkative to his best friend, but only when they are in private. He spills all his darkest secrets to her because he knows that she will understand him and honestly that is so refreshing to him. So yes, she does know about why he slaughtered his clan and knows about Sasuke. Which by the way, is another thing he likes to talk to her about. 
  • He likes Kisame for missions but would not necessarily mind if she tagged along. It’s nothing against her, it’s just work and when there is work friendships are pushed aside. Although he does enjoy hearing Kisame and his best friend argue, it makes for high quality entertainment. 
  • Whenever Itachi comes back from a long meeting, his friend will take him out for tea and discuss what happened on the mission over that.
  • I could definitely see Itachi being the type of guy who fakes being his best friends boyfriend in awkward situations. If they’re at a bar and some asshole tries flirting with her he will throw and arm around her shoulder and glare the man down. 
  • These two are the king and queen of two a.m. talks. They will stay up for hours talking about life’s greatest questions, political opinions, etc. They also know each others ideal types for BOTH genders, what job they would want, how many kids, what kind of house, they know EVERYTHING about each other. 
  • The two of them automatically become the rivaling parents against Pein and Konan. 
  • If his best friend gets wounded on a mission he will personally help treat their wounds while scolding them about “being responsible.” But on the other side of the spectrum she scolds him about over using his eyes.
    • I can also see her teasing him by holding up a number on her hand and asking him what it is. 
      • “Well?”
      • “Four. It’s fucking four. I am not THAT blind.”
About Daisies and Sunflowers - Ch. 1

A/N: This wasn’t requested! I came up with the idea when @dehinprettycursive and I were talking about Evan Hansen and Disney and I knew I had to write this! There will be more parts to this!

Pairing: prince!Evan Hansen x fem!reader

Warning(s): I mean anxiety is mentioned quite a lot, Evan has an anxiety attack, lmao run-on sentences probably

Word count: 1,996


Being a prince was hard enough, but being a prince with severe social anxiety? Practically impossible. At least, that’s what Prince Evan Hansen thought. He knew that he was lucky enough to have a mom who was so understanding of his situation, but he couldn’t help but feel like his life would be easier if he didn’t have to constantly worry about making a bad impression on the people he was forced to interact with at his mother’s extravagant balls.

It wasn’t necessarily a secret that his people thought Evan was going to be a weak ruler, it was the main gossip throughout the kingdom. ‘He just doesn’t have the backbone’ and ‘He can barely get one sentence out without stuttering or rambling, how is he going to rule a kingdom?’ were things he heard often. His mother would try her best to destroy these rumors, and her efforts would work for awhile; until Evan would find a way to embarrass himself at a ball or a dinner party.

As much as he tried to stop feeling so anxious, he couldn’t help it. He had tried everything. Physical therapy to keep him from hunching his shoulders and keep him from picking at his nails, medicine from the local apothecary to ease his queasy stomach and nerves, meditation to help clear his mind and keep him from rambling and stuttering. Nothing worked. Evan felt as if there was nothing he could do to help. The prince never felt less princely in his life.

Evan’s least favorite events were the matchmaking balls. Despite his protests, his mother threw one twice a year following his 16th birthday. He was now 19, and this was the 6th one was forced to endure. When asked, his mother would tell him it was because he needed to marry, so he could have a queen, that she was getting older and couldn’t be Queen for much longer. The very thought of having to rule a kingdom made Evan feel like he was going to vomit, nevermind worrying about finding someone to marry who he would ultimately spend the rest of his life with.

The day of preparation before the ball was usually when Evan’s anxiety started to build. The atmosphere of the palace was different, and while it might seem cheerful and exciting to others, to Evan it felt like he was slowly falling into the depths of Hell. It continued to get worse as the day crept on, and Queen Heidi could tell that her son was on edge, more so the usual.

“Evan, sweetheart? Are you feeling alright?” She asked him when they sat down for dinner the night before.

“Y-yeah, mom. Just- just excited for the ball tomorrow,” Evan said. His voice betrayed his words and displayed his anxiousness to his mother. She sighed and reached over, touching his hand gently. “Everything is going to be fine! You always worry about these things, and they always end up turning out perfectly okay, don’t they?” Evan swallowed heavily. “W-well, what about the time that I-I spilled wine all over Dutchess Murphy’s daughter and she w-was wearing that really pretty blue dress a-and it stained and-” Heidi quieted her son’s ramblings with a gentle pat on his hand. “Lady Zoe was not upset with you, she knew it was an accident. It turned out okay in the end.”

    Evan knew his mother was right, and after dinner he decided to talk a walk through the flower-filled walking garden his mother had planted especially for him. It was open to anyone who came to the palace, but it was originally planted for Evan after his father died. That was around the time that Evan’s anxiety began to develop, and after noticing the obvious changes in her son, Heidi had the gardeners plant a big garden where Evan could go to when he felt the need to calm down. It had proved successful in preventing many of his attacks. To Evan, there was just something about the different kinds of flowers and trees that calmed his nerves.

    His favorite spot to visit in this garden was kind of a hidden one. It was a little area behind a small patch of crape myrtle trees, where nobody could see him, but he could see the entire garden. Only two people knew of it, Prince Jared, a boy whose mother was very close to Evan’s own mother, and Lord Connor, a disgruntled boy who acted as if he was anything but royalty.

Jared had followed Evan there one day, after noticing that the boy seemed troubled. Jared would never admit it, and he played it off as if he was just being nosy, but he was concerned for the other prince. When he found Evan, he saw him hyperventilating with tears in his eyes. Ever since then, Jared made it a point to check in with Evan at least once during these parties to make sure the other boy was feeling okay.

Connor found it by stumbling upon it during one of the parties. He, too, was looking for a place to get away, and noticed what seemed to be a little hideaway amongst some trees. He had made his way over and was surprised to find the timid prince the party was thrown for. Evan could tell that Connor was obviously not doing too well, and he moved over enough for Connor to sit next to him. The two boys didn’t say much, but they knew they would be in that position many more times.

Other than those two people, however, nobody knew of Evan’s hideaway. Maybe that’s why he was so surprised to find you there at the night of the party. He was on the verge of an anxiety attack, quickly making his way to his hideaway, when he noticed you standing directly in front of the entrance, admiring the flowers on the trees. He hadn’t seen you at any of the other parties his mother had thrown before, but you definitely looked like royalty to him.

The dress you were wearing was simple, but it make you look like a goddess. You were so beautiful to him that he almost forgot what he came out here to get away from (several of his mother’s friends were desperately trying to convince Evan that her daughter would be perfect as his bride, all at once). Of course, his mind was quick to remind him of the reason he was avoiding people. His breathing began to speed up once more, and he couldn’t stop the tears from welling up.

The sound of his breathing cutting through the otherwise silent night caught your attention and you turned your head to face the noise. You were startled by the sight of the crying boy. “Are you okay?” You asked him timidly. The boy just stood there, his chest moving rapidly up and down as he struggled to breathe. You inched closer to him slowly, not wanting to startle him. “Is it… is it okay if I touch you?” You tried once more.

This time you received a nod of the head. You gently grabbed his hand and his eyes snapped down to look your intertwined fingers. “Hey, focus on me okay? Focus on my breathing,” you said, gently tilting his head up so he had to look at you. You took a deep breath and released it slowly. He tried to get his breathing to mimic yours.

It took a few minutes, but eventually his breathing calmed and his tears subsided. His eyes finally focused in on yours, and for a second he almost had trouble breathing again. You were so beautiful. “Th-thank you…” he whispered. Realizing that you probably thought he was a freak, he quickly pulled his hand from yours and averted his stare.

“U-Um, please… please don’t tell anyone what y-you saw, please… I’m s-supposed to be strong a-and if anyone knew that I h-had an attack l-like that I… I would be e-even more of a laughing stock…” His words were barely loud enough for you to hear, but you managed. “I won’t tell anyone, don’t worry. I’ve had my fair share of anxiety attacks,” you told him. He risked a glance up at you, and instead of finding a mocking gaze, he found a warm smile.

Once you got a good look at his face you had to take a moment. You weren’t expecting him to be so attractive. Even with red eyes and tear tracks all over his cheeks, he was definitely a sight to behold. “I’m (Y/N), and you are?” You held out a hand for a handshake. The boy glanced at your hand and then down at his. He nervously wiped his hand off on his pants before lightly grabbing your hand in his. “I’m, uh.. I’m Evan. Hansen,” he said. You recognized the name, and panicked slightly.

“Oh my goodness, I didn’t realize! I’ve been so informal with you! My mom is going to have my head! I’m so sorry! I’m just new to this whole royalty and nobility stuff, you know? My mom married the king from a neighboring kingdom 6 months ago, so I haven’t been fully trained in all the noble talk yet. I am so sorry if I came off as rude!” Evan watched you with wide eyes. Whatever friendliness was there before has disappeared in your attempt to be formally correct.

“No, don’t apologize! Uh, I mean, it’s okay, j-just… treat me like a normal person? Please? I-I never get treated like I-I’m,” he trailed off.

“Like you’re what?” You asked him. He cleared his throat. “Like I’m a friend.” The look of sadness and desperation in his eyes almost broke your heart. “Very well, then,” you gave him a smile, “I’m Princess (Y/N), but you can just call me (Y/N). You’re Evan.” He nodded in what seemed to be a grateful way.

You two spent almost two hours in his garden, talking. Well, it was mostly him talking, you were listening. You had asked him what a certain type of flower was, and he hadn’t stopped talking since. You didn’t mind though, his voice was nice and you found the things he was saying to be very interesting.

“And that one is-” Evan stopped talking suddenly. You frowned and looked over at the boy next to you. “Um… I’m sorry… if my rambling was annoying you or boring you… you don’t have to stay and talk if you don’t want to,” he said quietly. Your eyes widened and you grabbed his hand without thinking.

“No! I enjoy listening to you!” You said quickly, not wanting him to get the wrong idea.

“R-really?” He asked insecurely.

You nodded. “I promise.”

You two never bothered to separate your hands as you continued to walk around the garden. And that was how Heidi found her son; walking hand-in-hand with a beautiful girl and the biggest smile on his face that she had ever seen. Deciding to just let you be, she rushed back into the palace.

It was nearly midnight when you realized you needed to get back to your mother and step-father. “Listen, Evan,” you began, interrupting his sentence about a special kind of lily, “I really hate to have to leave, but my mother is waiting for me.”

“Oh.”

Hearing the disappointment in his voice, you quickly backtracked. “But I do want to keep in touch with you!” He glanced up at you with surprise. “You, uh… you do?” He asked. You nodded. “Would you like to write to me?” You asked.

“YES!” He almost yelled, a bright red blush covering his face. “Uh, I-I mean… yeah sure, if you want me to.”

You giggled softly and bravely leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “I’ll be awaiting your letter.” You said softly, a blush covering your cheeks now as well, before you dashed off, back into the pajlace to find your mother.

Dally's Little Sister. Pt. 1
For part 2 of this story search the tag ‘thingsaretuffalloverdallyslittlesister’ I’m unable to link part two here because I’m currently only able to use tumblr mobile!


Dally couldn’t believe it when he found out about his sister. He was shocked and angry and simply confused. He couldn’t figure out how he didn’t know about this but yet there he was standing with all of his friends in the parking lot of the high school trying to spot anyone that could have resembled Dally.

He was pretty pissed off having insisted to his friends that he didn’t want to meet her. But after the initial anger cooled off a bit he did have to say that he was a bit curious just to see.

School had let out and Dally was looking at every greaser girl that walked in his eye sight but so far none caught his eye. He swore to himself wondering what the hell he was doing there. He’d never know how she was.

“Let’s get outta here you guys.” He said to his friends as he lit up a cigarette. “Man, this is stupid.”

“You’re meeting her.” Darry told his friend firmly and stopped a passing student. “Do you know a girl named Beatrice?”

The girl nodded and pointed her out before walking off.

All the guys were a bit taken aback. The girl that they were now looking at was in no way a greaser like they all thought. She was dressed to nice, although she wasn’t dressed up enough to be a soc so Dally assumed she was somewhere in the middle class, the safe zone.

She wore a light blue dress that had a classy floral pattern on it. She also wore white keds and had her hair half up. She definitely had Dally’s hair color and the gang definitely noticed that she was pretty right away. They all watched as she went over to her bike that was tied to the bike rack. Instead of getting on to ride it she began wheeling it beside her while she walked. As she became closer to passing them they noticed her tire was flat and so Steve spoke up to get her to come over to them.

“Do you need some help with that?” he asked her and nodded to the bike.

She looked surprised and a bit confused as she was pulled from her thoughts. She didn’t seem put off by the fact that they were greasers but she shook her head. “I’m alright.. Thank you though. My brother is picking me up today anyways.” she said and gave a friendly smile. Dally was staring intently at her not sure what he was feeling at that moment. She began to go again but they didn’t want her to walk off just yet so Two-Bit pointed to her hand which he had noticed was holding onto an unopened red lollipop.

“Got any more of those?” He asked. “I love candy.”

“Yea but you probably won’t like it. It’s cherry. I know most people hate that flavor but it’s my favorite.” she stated laughing a bit.

“Well,” Two-Bit grinned ear to ear as he remembered something. He pointed to Dally and spoke. “Cherry is his favorite too.”

She gave a friendly smile at Dally and pressed the lollipop into his hand. “You can have this one. I keep a whole bag of them in my backpack. And besides maybe it’ll help you kick that bad habit.” she said boldly and pointed at his cigarette.

“Yea..” Dally muttered and quickly without thinking dropped the cigarette to the ground to put it out.

“I really should go,” she said then. “My brother’s waiting for me. It was nice meeting you all. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

They watched her walk off and they even saw her brother putting the bike into the back of their car before they went off.

Dally just opened the lollipop and put it in his mouth. “Let’s go.” he muttered angrily. He shoved the wrapper of the candy into his pocket. He wouldn’t tell any of his friends but he would hold on to that wrapper. He would call himself stupid for it but would always take it out when he was alone and think about his sister who he knew was better off without him.

Soooo I don’t really know what I’m doing here but these thoughts have been rolling around in my brain for the longest time and I need a place to let them fly free. 

Why is it still considered a “creepy” and “invasive” thing to ship celebrities together?

I mean, I sort of get it. When you think of the word ship, you immediately get war flashbacks to twitter wars and hateful anonymous asks sent to you for not supporting the same ship as one other person and the crazed fangirls/fanboys who become full fledged obsessed. Like, I get that aspect. 

But aren’t we forgetting where ‘ship’ even comes from? It’s just a shortened version of relationship. When I think of ship, my first thought is “This means I appreciate/admire/respect the relationship between these two people. It means I support it.” 

I creep a lot on the Sprousehart and Lilicole tags for my roleplaying page, and I’ve seen so much. I’ve seen the mild shippers who express an interest in these two as a pairing but can’t really be bothered to see past Bughead. I’ve seen moderate shippers who get excited about “breadcrumbs” but seem to leave it at that, and I’ve seen extreme shippers who dissect every little tweet and Insta like (I have a soft spot for you guys. I’m analytical trash and think there’s a meaning behind everything). And mostly everybody stays in their own zone and respects each others opinion and it’s just like, a super chill and happy tag where we gush about Lili, Cole, and their adorable chemistry on and off screen.

And then you come across blogs who act as if the idea of Sprousehart getting together would be great but don’t understand why people wish for it to happen/talk about it happening.

..Uh..okay..

Have you never had a pair of friends before and noticed the sparks flying between them before they did? Real talk, my cousin and her husband were slow burn for YEARS. It was obvious how in love with her he was and she was so oblivious to it. I stood back and watched and you bet your ass I was the first one clapping when they finally announced they were dating. I supported them. I appreciated what they did for each other. I admired the love between them and watching it grow.

I shipped them. Does that make me creepy? If you wanna say that, sure, but it’s literally just another word for saying I was rooting for my two of my favorite people to be happy.

Let’s get rid of this taboo thing that shipping implicates that we don’t understand they’re real people. I get it. They’re individuals. They have their own things going on, their own history, their own friendships with other people. They’re not a brand and they’re not conjoined twins. When Cole does amazing stuff with his photography, we shouldn’t bombard him with “omg you’re shooting another girl this must mean you don’t appreciate lili anymore”. When Lili hangs out with male friends or gets another project with another love interest, don’t spam her with “you’re cheating on cole!!/you must like this person more”. Obviously not. Have common sense. What I’ve seen from most of this fandom is that a good majority of Sprousehart shippers get that. There’s crazies in every family, though. (Also, some tweenagers should NOT be allowed social media privileges.)

I love Lili. I love Cole. As separate people. I love Lili’s goofy sense of humor, and her ‘no fucks given’ attitude. I love Cole’s intelligence and compassion towards total strangers. I love them together. Heart eyes galore, teasing banter, complete respect is my couple goals aesthetic and they give it to me in spades. 

So yeah. I fucking ship Sprousehart because I respect/admire/appreciate how good these two seem to be together. Whether that ends up being just completely shipping their friendship, or shipping them as a couple if they ever go public, I just support the two of them wholly. In every aspect.

I guess that makes me a creepy motherfucker.

I’m really glad I wrote this lengthy ramble instead of getting dressed. I spend my days productively. 

INSPIRATION

A/N: since i literally don’t have any barry allen oneshots i brought this one back from my old account :)))

  • PAIRING: Barry Allen x Reader
  • SUMMARY: In which Barry always goes to Jitters but somehow always sees a girl there, typing. Boy meets girl, bam they fall in love right? Not their story…
  • WORDS: 1116 (it’s long sorryy)

DAY 1. It was a Sunday, he had work and she had an entry to write. He decided to stop by a place he’s all too familiar with to grab a cup of coffee to go. She decided the same.

He goes for the coffee, she goes there for inspiration. It was bound for the both of them to meet somehow.

That was the day, a cappuccino he ordered to the barista. That’s when he saw her, sitting on one of the uncomfortable chairs, the coffee shop had many to offer, her laptop on the square table with a notepad next to it. While her brows were furrowed, an obvious look of concentration, as she typed her delicate fingers on the keyboard.

The moment he saw her face, he was in shock at her beauty, gaping almost. The barista snapped him out of his daze, “one large cappuccino for Barry!?”

The young man shook his head, coming out of his daydream. Taking the coffee from the woman, smiling his infamous smile showing off his pearly whites as thanks.

With one last look at the mysterious girl, he left to go save the day.

DAY 2. He was there yet again, it’s officially been apart of his daily routine to get a cup of caffeine before he arrived at his workplace.

‘I guess you can say coffee has taken part of my life now,’ he would say if anyone commented about it. However, it was true if anyone had the courage to question about it.

When he was in line for the second day that week that was when he saw her, yet again, typing away at her keyboard. Her Y/H/C hair parted on her shoulder neatly, as it cascaded down to her waist [that’s how long my hair is lololol].

Barry couldn’t help but gape at her, again. He looked at his watch that his adoptive father gave him, sad to go to work now.

DAY 3. This time he went to the coffee shop around the afternoon, it was a Tuesday; one of his favorite days since it’s his day off.

That’s usually the day where he goes to his day job, S.T.A.R labs. However, today was different, he went to Jitters with his friends today.

Right when he walked in the ornate cafe, with his two friends by his side, he saw her once again.

This time though she stopped typing and looked up at him too, their eyes met for a split second but it felt way longer. As if time stopped, and they were the only two people on this Earth.

Cisco was the person that snapped him out of his daze, telling him that they found a table. It was at least 3 feet away from the stunning girl.

The whole time Barry shared his company with his pals, he kept his gaze on the mysterious girl that he keeps running into somehow.

Every time she would look up to meet his stare, he turns to his companions and played as if he was interested in their conversation. Barry was whipped he didn’t even know it.

Caitlin and Cisco noticed, sending a few knowing glances at each other. They didn’t say anything until they got back to the lab, Cisco immediately bringing it up. “So who was that girl at Jitters you were staring at?”

Barry just gave his long-haired buddy a glance, furrowing his brows. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

His pal gave him a mischievous expression, “Dude just ask her out.” The sentence made the brunet sigh, shrugging his shoulders.

DAY 4. The sentence that Cisco told him kept replaying in his head, over and over. Though Barry tried his best to shake it off.

The brown haired man didn’t know that they were going to meet again except this time it wasn’t at their usual place.

It was the job where his childhood best friend Iris worked, Picture News. The young man went to pick up his best friend for lunch.

Barry went towards her desk, where he greeted her. She smiled at him excitedly, “Barry! I’d love for you to meet someone,” the young woman enthusiastically greeted him without actually greeting him.

He was confused but still smiled his shy smile, and that’s when he saw her. Iris gently grabbed her by her wrist, smiling genuinely at her.

The girl’s eyes went wide when she saw him, it was the young man she has been coincidentally seeing day by day. Even though she didn’t look up the few times he saw her she still saw him from the corner of her Y/E/C eyes.

Once Iris brought her next to her, they were officially face to face. “Barry, I would like for you to meet my new colleague Y/N.”

After looking into each other’s sparkling eyes for a moment, they finally snapped out of it and introduced each other. “H-Hi I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” She politely extended her hand for him to shake.

He charmingly smiled, showing off his pearly whites. “Um…Barry Allen,” he shook her hand, butterflies erupting in both of their stomach’s. “Nice to meet you.”

DAY 5. It was work day now, waking up at seven AM has been his usual wake up time right about now.

He went to Jitters once again, then he saw her. Y/N, since he knows her name now and she knows his.

When he saw her, she looked up from her computer screen, smiling at him. He smiled back. Then checked his watch, luckily he had about ten minutes to spare especially since he is the fastest man alive.

He pulled up the chair across from the girl, almost immediately capturing her attention. “Hey,” Barry chuckled nodding his head at her.

“Hi,” she shyly smiled at him.

There was a moment of awkward silence between the two, then Barry asked the question he has been dying to ask her ever since he saw her. “Why is it that every time I see you, you always seem super attentive towards your computer?”

She licked her lips before speaking, a habit she’s picked up recently. “Well, I’m a writer and I recently started working at Picture News. Aside from actually doing my job, I like to write.”

He seemed mesmerized by her, “But why write here?”

Y/N looked around the cinnamon smelling cafe, smiling then looked at the cute boy in front of her, who’s looking at her like she’s the most beautiful girl in the world. “I come here for inspiration.” The girl shyly muttered, rubbing her neck with her hand.

One thing Barry knew in that moment, was that he was absolutely awestruck by this girl.

Fifth times a charm.

Here’s a lore/fanfic-fight-scene thing I fucking love: moveset synergy.

Like, as many well-paired ults and wombo combos as we see that are feasible in-game (Zarya and Roadhog for positioning, Ana and McCree stun setups, Lucio and Zenyatta counter-ulting everything) – there’s so much more cool shit that can’t happen in game that’s even fucking cooler

  • D.Va as mobile sniper platform
  • Symmetra attaching reinforced mini-turrets to Reinhardt’s back. Flank THAT, fuckers
  • Winston sticks a bubble shield on Tracer’s back and she just zips around blocking shots and wreaking havoc
  • Genji deflecting Hanzo’s arrows around corners into enemies
  • Genji deflecting everybody’s everything around corners into enemies. Rockets, pulse bombs, fuck it, just throw it at Genji, it’s his favorite trick
  • Every long-range fighter gets piggyback rides from Pharah. Everyone. Two words: AERIAL DEADEYE (this can technically be done in game, but it’s chintzy and difficult when we all know he’d just throw an arm over her shoulder and go for it. “Hey, ten bucks says if you knock that one off the roof I can ding him before he hits the ground!”)
  • Basically all enemy-moving abilities – Hog’s hook, Lucio’s boop, Orisa’s mini-grav – being used to move allies out of danger or into advantageous positions instead

You know these people – especially the old guard – know each other like the back of their hands. The only thing that makes me as happy as found families is when they turn into a well-oiled improvisational machine in combat, and I need so much more of it.