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helllloooo!!! so i hit 1.5k followers a while ago and i’ve been meaning to do something like this for a long time as u can tell by the old banner sjskfhsfkj so uhh here’s a follow forever/mutual appreciation thing. this blog has changed A Lot over the last month or so and i’ve lost a ton of followers bc of it but a lot of ppl have stayed as well, so this is kind of a thank you to everyone who came for ya lit stuff and is now stuck dealing with 1d as well - i love yall a lot. 

@thetwofacedhoes: i love you girls so so much i just wanna say thanks for everything yall do for me, its been about a year since we started talking and its frankly one of the best years of my life because of yall. i hope u know just how much i love each and every single one of u and how much i cherish ur friendship. we all have out shit going on and we’ve had our ups and downs but we’ve always come out on top and it means the world to me that i have such a genuine connection with yall. heres to many more years of farben, groceries, and clarity.

@daggersau: hey,, I love u so so much ur the stars to my moon, the loueh to my harru, i don’t know what I’d do without u tbh. You mean the world to me and I enjoy having you in my life so much, we’re always on the same page about everything and its so refreshing to have someone who just gets me like u do. I would die for you in a heartbeat thanks for always being there and listening to me talk shit at ungodly hours :’)

hologc: u guys make me really happy, i love y’all with all my heart and i love all the support i get from all of u when i write stuff, even if all u do is yell at me. you’re all champs and i love you all with my whole heart and i can’t believe believe it since all you like to do is accuse me of being a narrie :/

extrajostensquad: yall,, hey, the fandom police,,, you guys are honestly the only ones left in this hell fandom that i truly trust with my life and im so grateful for all of you?? im waiting until you all get ur jackets so we can all take photos and make one combined post with all of us and assert our dominance i love you guys so much

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anonymous asked:

Could you please post a masterlist of your favourite Spideychelle fics and maybe a sentence about why you like them? I'm new to the fandom and am struggling scrolling through to find fics x


yea, I can make a masterlist for you. but i do have to say this is not a comprehensive list of all of the spideychelle content that is near and dear to my heart. there is so much good fic and headcanon stuff out in the universe. this is only, in my opinion, the stuff to jump in with.

drink up your movements (still i can’t get enough) -  peter and mj go to a high school party and drunk mj has some things she wants to say to mr. peter parker

just friend things - a look at the evolution of peter and mj’s friendship from friends to more

do you wave your brassiere at me, miss? - mj is very comfortable around peter. so much so that she takes her bra off whenever she’s in his room. and he, as a poor teenage boy, doesn’t know how to handle that. 

i won’t tell anyone your voice is my favorite sound - mj is attacked by the green goblin and is whisked away, for her safety, upstate to the avenger’s compound. the avengers interact with mj and peter is terrified for her safety in the wake of this attack. 

we don’t have to be stars exploding in the night - peter deals with some rumbling feels for his friend MJ and its a little weird and confusing for him. 

if i roll my eyes it means i love you - mj sneaks up on peter. he doesn’t even realize how far he’s fallen until he’s already in love with her. 

cafe con leche - mj and peter have some sexual tension and decide to do something about it

if peter had a twin - peter has a twin named james that also likes mj. its potentially problematic. 

Ben Bishop #2

There is nothing that could get me out of my absence other than the news of big old Ben Bisho joining the Dallas Stars. Helllloooo, is this heaven and why am I being rewarded?

Some of you know that instead of moving to my dream city, I took my dream job which ultimately landed me… dun dun dun… in the Philippines.

Hence the continued absence. This is literally the first time I’ve logged in to Tumblr in a month! I am not back – yet – and probably won’t be until after July but I will sporadically be here. Like right now.

Anyway, enough of my babble.

Here is a little Bisho treat for everyone. I miss you all and I love you guys so much.

Word count: 744

Originally posted by clarkethesharkmacarthur

Even with your eyes closed, you knew that it was still early out. Early enough for the sun to still be in hiding. Rolling around on the bed, you gingerly opened your eyes to a very much awake Ben Bishop – complete with his now-familiar toothless grin.

“What in the world are you doing staring at me while I’m snoring my ass of?” you asked, pulling yourself up and voice still husky and throat still dry.

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The Devil You Know Part 41

Beginning: The Devil You Know Part 1

Warning: Cussing. Mentions of Violence. Mentions of torture

The Devil You Know Part 41

Chapter 74

Everyone tried to stay strong as they watch the whip contacting with Melinda’s back. They took a deep breath in as Eric pulled the whip back. They let out a gasp when he throw his arm forward, making the whip crack again against Melinda’s flesh. 

Some of them couldn’t bare it the site they were seeing. They had to turn away when blood started to soak Melinda’s shirt. Even the wives couldn’t stand watching Negan’s punishments being carrying out. Amber started to cry as she huddle against one of the other wives.

Though the wives were protected by the rules and were above most that were set. They still fear to break them or even tempt to break them. Yes women, weren’t ever to be harm, specially Negan’s wives. 

But here, a woman that Negan constantly ask to be his wife. A woman whose child he claims as his own. A woman that he has done dark things for and cares for, was being whipped. They fear someone day, they would meet the end of Eric’s whips or worse, the end of Lucille.

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The Joker x Dead Reader

You were gone in an instant and he never thought he would be so lost without you. Too bad the dead can never come back…

Read part 2 herehttp://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153114111426/the-joker-x-dead-reader-part-2

Another sleepless night. He tosses and turns, adjusting his pillow, but his mind won’t shut down. He just can’t sleep without you. The Joker looks at your side of the bed. You’re not there…and you will never be again.

He sighs and takes a deep breath, hiding his face under the sheets, trying not to think of your smile. It’s useless. He grunts and uncovers himself, his eyes resting on your favorite loveseat by the window.

He can almost see you there, in the pale morning light, polishing your handgun, wearing that cute lacy nightgown he liked so much. It was your favorite firearm; he gave it to you on your birthday, customized with your name and his, and plated it with gold over the shiny red background color.

“Baby doll, I regret given that to you. Stop messing with it. Come back to bed, I wanna sleep in.”

“Why, can’t you sleep if I’m not there?”

“You know I can’t.”

“Jeez, baby, what would you do if I’d die? You’d never sleep again?” you used to ask, teasing him.

“No, I would just get another girlfriend.”


He remembers how you always frowned at his answer.

“I would come back and haunt you! NO GIRLFRIEND, do you hear me?”

“If you come back to haunt me, could you be naked please?”

“You want me to be naked?”

“Yes!” he would burst out laughing, his blue eyes glowing with content.

“OK, I’ll come back naked then,” you giggled, charging for the bed and landing on top of him with all your strength.

“Auch, Pumpkin, lose some weight.”

“You’re so mean J,” you complained, playfully punching his cheek.

“I know I am,” the Joker admitted, fully aware you put up with all his crap and you would fall asleep cuddling for a few more hours.


He gets up at the side of the bed, sniffling, then heads towards the bathroom, turns on the water and gets in the bathtub. He hopes it’s going to comfort him a little bit.


“Taaaaa-daaaaaaa!” your cell phone in his face when he was so busy with the paperwork, planning future heists.

He already knew what it was: you took care of another person (or multiple ones) on his black list. But he still looked at the pictures.

“See Puddin? Killed them all for you.”

“You’re such a good doll.” He wasn’t really paying attention anymore.

“I know,” you chuckled and leaned over for a kiss. All you got was a peck on the lips.

“This is no way to kiss your girl, Mister J.  I’ll tell you what: I’m going to take a bath and you’re going to join me in 5 minutes, ok?”

“I’m busy, Princess.”

“I’ll be extraaaaaa nice,” you whispered in his ear and walked away. Every single time he debated maybe about 10 seconds.

“God dammit!…I’ll be there in 5, doll!”

“ Kaaayyy, Puddin. “

He loved to lean against you in the bathtub so you can wash his hair and massage his shoulders.  You always hummed some silly song you would make up on the spot and he purred, half asleep.

“Look, J, it never fails: you give me goosebumps when you purr.”

“U-hummm, “ he muttered with his eyes closed.

“So crazy how you do that to me all the time,” you wondered, baffled at the mystery. He wanted to laugh but he pretended to be dosing off.

“Here, give me your forehead,” you often asked and he just tilted his head backwards even more so you can plant a trail of soft kisses along his “Damaged” tattoo. He secretly liked it, but never told you.

“J, say you love me,” you would ask, rinsing his hair.

“Hmmmm?” he pretended not to hear, still with his eyes closed.

“Say: I love Y/N.”


You tried another approach to get what you wanted.

“ I love you, Puddin.  More than anything.”

“More than diamonds?” he would snicker, adjusting his head on your breasts.

“I said more than anything, you jerk!” This used to get you all worked up, but he’d let you win in the end, especially after you squeezed your legs around him as hard as you could.

You moved his jaw, trying to make him talk.

“Say: I LOVE…Y/N! Say it or I’ll crush you with my thunder thighs! Say you love me!”

“I love….” your green eyes would widen, waiting for the answer “…guns.” he grinned.

“Seriously?!” you pouted, splashing water all over.” “That’s it, I’m going to kill you!”

The bathroom looked like a battlefield after you were done chasing him all over the huge bathtub: water on the floor and bubbles almost reaching the living room.

“Truce! Truce!” you panted out of breath, retreating to one corner of the tub.

“You started, Kitten! Are you sure?” he would smirk, licking his lips, slowly approaching you.

“Yes, I give up, you win.”

“Good decision, doll.” The Joker pulled you on his legs, moving the wet hair off your face so he can see your red cheeks. You locked your arms around his neck and stared in his eyes.

“Say you love me, Puddin.” You never gave up.

“If you don’t say it, I’m not goin…”

He liked to interrupt your little speech:

Before you could make another sound his lips were crushing against yours and it always ended up being a wild night.


He feels the water got cold. He doesn’t know how long he’s been sitting in there, just staring at the faucet. There’s no more laughter, no more kisses, no more you.

Just him, alone with his demons and his sorrow.

He finally brings himself to get out of the tub and gets dressed. He opens the walk in closet and chooses something, he doesn’t even care what; then he sees your clothes. He tried to get rid of your things, but the pain of not having your stuff around was greater than giving them away, so he saved it all.

The Joker looks through your items, stopping from time to time to smell them. They still have your scent. Suddenly, his heart sinks even more: here are your maternity clothes that you kept for next time you might have been lucky enough to get pregnant .


You were so depressed when you lost the pregnancy. J didn’t really care about having a baby, but seeing you cry for days and being so upset, he started to be upset too. He even took a few weeks off and laid low at the penthouse with you. You were sobbing all night and he used to stay awake and talk to you, caress your hair and plan how to get rid of the Bats. It made you feel better and he knew it.

“Please stop crying, baby doll,” he used to beg and he is not the type that begged.” You are going to get sick and who’s going to help me with everything I have to do, hmmm?… Are you going to eat something in the morning?”

You just looked at him with teary, bloodshot eyes.

“Our baby is gone, J. Gone… There’s nothing here,” you said, taking his hand and place it on your tummy, crying harder when he kissed it.

“It’s ok, Princess, we’ll try for another one,” he finally told you one time, hoping it will calm you down.

“For reals?” you finally smiled after he thought you’ll never smile again.

“Yes, for reals.”

“You promise?” You immediately looked so full of hope.

“I promise. Now stop crying, you’re so ugly when you cry,” he joked, waiting for you to elbow him in protest.


But your dream never came true.

His thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. J already knows who it is.

“Come in, Frosty.”

He heads towards the living room so he can talk to his right hand.

“Hi, Boss. I know you’re… busy, but…about tonight…”

“Do whatever you need to do, Frosty, you’re in charge,” he mutters, cutting him off, visibly distressed, grabbing your cell phone he keeps on the table.

“OK, boss, I’ll take care of everything.” Frost knows to tread lightly so he won’t aggravate the Joker even more. He opens the door to leave, but he makes up his mind and turns around.



“Do you want something to eat?”

“I’m not hungry,” and by the tone of J’s voice, Frost knows to leave the matter alone. He’s just worried about his boss. He doesn’t eat, by the looks of it he doesn’t sleep, he’s on the edge and nothing good could come out of it. But maybe it won’t last forever…In the meantime, he will just do his job and make sure everybody else is doing theirs.

After Frost leaves, J goes out on the balcony. This was your favorite spot in the penthouse because you loved the view from the 30th floor.

He turns on his cell phone, pressing on the first contact on his list: “Princess.”

He watches your own phone turning on in his other hand, sadly smiling at your wallpaper: a picture of him sleeping, his green hair all over his face. He winces when he hears your voice:

“Helllloooo, this is Y/N. If you’re not my Puddin, I don’t care so don’t bother leaving a message. If you are my Puddin, you can leave a message after the beep. I’ll probably see you in a few minutes. (you giggle) I love you, muaaahhhhhh.”

He replays the message again. He misses your voice so much.

“…..muahhhhhhh.” Again…and again…


If he knew he’d lose you that day, he would have left you behind. But you always wanted to participate in everything. You were a good business partner and a good shooter, you always had his back. And never took no for an answer. Just as stubborn as he was.

You were sitting on his lap, tracing the visible tattoos on his chest from under his jacket, pretending to be bored at the meeting, but actually very alert and ready to act if needed. You loved to play the indifferent, clueless girlfriend with the new business partners; it gave you time to study them and observe if something was wrong.

That’s why you were the first to notice the gun pointed at J from behind the wall, already firing bullets in a split second. No time to do anything else but stand up and position yourself in front of him. Everything happened so fast.

J didn’t even realize you were hit until he saw blood soaking through your white shirt. Then another bang, and another one. You stood still, gasping for air, trying not to collapse, shielding him.

All hell broke loose: gunshots shrieking from one side to the other, a few more hit you in the crossfire before you fell, wheezing, squinting your eyes in pain.

The Joker caught you before you hit the floor, not even giving a damn about the carnage or the fact that he could get hit too.

Within seconds, Frost and your henchmen placed themselves in front of both of you, shutting at large, already knowing they messed up big time.

J was on his knees, shocked, not knowing what to do, holding you with one hand and pressing your wounds with the other, desperate to stop the bleeding. There was so much blood it dripped on the floor and soaked his clothes too. Your lips kept on slightly moving, repeating something that he couldn’t hear with all the noise around. He brought you closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder and he finally heard your whisper:

“Say… you…love…me…say…you…love…me…”

He doesn’t remember ever feeling like he’s going to die from despair until that very moment when he knew he can’t do anything for you. Your breathing was getting shallow and your lips didn’t move anymore. You just looked at him, slowly blinking, your vision getting cloudy, holding on with all you had got, waiting for him to say the words.

“I love… you,” you heard him say, and you wanted to tell him not to ever cry because nobody can see the Joker cry. But you couldn’t say the words.

“I love… you.”

That’s all you heard before you closed your eyes.


It’s starting to get breezy on the balcony. He cracks his neck, placing your cell phone in his pocket, not sure what to do with his.

He finally decides and dials Frost’s number.

“Yes, sir?”

“Bring the car around and leave the engine on, I have to go somewhere. Alone. I’ll be back in a few days.”

“OK, boss.”

The Joker gets his purple coat and glances at your picture in the hallway before taking his leave.

“See you soon, baby doll,” he smiles, closing the door behind him.

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anonymous asked:

MaStar (makaxblackstar)

Another one I don’t ship for various reasons (they have such a sibling like relationship, they butt heads so often, because SOUL EXISTS and TSUBAKI EXISTS,) but pretending Soul doesn’t exist and Tsu doesn’t exist and that they aren’t basically like brother and sister, I can sort of wrap my head around this one a little.  It probably won’t be pretty, though.

  • who wakes the other one up with kisses
Star has like no set schedule.  None.  Sometimes he’s up in the wee hours to train, sometimes he’s up until the wee hours to play video games.  This means that who wakes up first depends upon when the hell Star went to bed or if he gets a bug up his ass to do 500 push ups at 5 AM.  When he is up first, he might wake her with a kiss, but not kisses, because he gets up with a task in mind.  Unless that task is to do her (which happens pretty often because they both like sex an awfully lot,) in which case he tends to wake her with a lot more than just kisses.  Maka will sometimes wake him with kisses, but she has to be careful about it because waking him with kisses means he will be grabbing her to do other things and if she has shit to do, it isn’t really an option.
  • who cooks for who
Maka cooks.  Black*Star is a total disaster on two legs in a kitchen and since Maka wants to actually have a kitchen, she keeps him far far away from the premises because even if he weren’t as likely to blow it up as not, what he ends up making is almost always inedible unless it’s something like peanut butter on bread, and even that he can sometimes fuck up.  Sometimes, he gets it in his head to treat her like the goddess she is, and tries to cook her something, and it always ends with him getting chopped to a coma and her having to steam clean the entire kitchen.
  • who is the morning person/night person
As I said before, Black*Star is just all over the place.  Maka is a morning person.
  • who is the romantic one
Black*Star, when he has a mind to be.  Maka is into small gestures, but the big Star believes in showing the world what a goddess he has found.  So he shouts it from the rooftops and does ridiculous things like bringing her five dozen roses or kicking the shit out of the guy who had the gall to say she might not be the best meister in school (because his goddess is just as good a meister as he is, that’s why she’s his goddess).  She tries to get him to tone it down, she really does, but Black*Star isn’t good at toning down, so she just comes to accept it eventually.  It does show her how much he loves her, even if it’s embarrassing.  Then again, he’s embarrassing a lot, so she’s used to it—and a good chop usually ends the worst gestures.
  • who is the top when it comes to sex
This would undoubtably be a bone of contention.  Both of them like being in control, so they butt heads a lot when it comes to many things, including sex.  Often, their lovemaking looks a lot more like wrestling—it’s rough and impassioned and they rarely end in the position they started in.  Each of them really enjoys non-intercourse relations—for the one giving, it puts them in firm control and they love bringing the other one to their knees, having total charge of their pleasure.  For the one not in charge, it’s a secret relief not to be vying for control and to just let go.  Eventually, farther into their relationship, they also figure out that light bondage has the same benefits, and they begrudgingly take turns with who gets tied and who gets to take charge.  This improves the quality of their sex life drastically.
  • who would lead in ballroom dancing
Another bone of contention since neither of them can dance for shit and neither wants to give up control.  Mostly, they just avoid ballroom dancing.  Black*Star is generally too busy hovering over the food table to bother with that shit anyway.  They do tend to enjoy other types of dancing together, though, particularly where they can grind.  
  • who is the more cuddly one
Maka is more of a cuddler.  Black*Star tends to equate cuddling with “let’s have sex,” and while Maka loves sex, sometimes she just wants affection—she’s Spirit’s child that way.  She makes this work by cuddling him in his sleep, though this sometimes also ends up initiating sex inadvertently if she accidentally brushes the wrong part of him.
  • who is the one to most likely pick the movie they watch
This is an endless battle of wills.  Generally, they play a game of chance for it just to end the argument.  Roshambo is a favorite.  Sometimes, when Maka is just sick enough of the worst action films possible, she cheats and uses her soul perception because she can generally read his next move that way.  She picks the cheeziest romcom she can find and Black*Star gets so bored he pesters her for sex, which he gets, because Maka really can’t say no to sex with the one she loves.
  • who is the one who would pay for dates
Maka.  Black*Star wants to pay, but he sucks with money (he’s the worst kind of impulse shopper,) so he’s broke most of the time.  Things get much better when Maka finally insists they share a bank account once they get a place together and she takes charge of their finances, at which point it ceases to matter.
  • who is the one who would initiate a quicky during classes
Black*Star.  Oh, Maka would, but he generally beats her to it.  The utility closet should pretty much be emblazoned with their name by this point.  Maka’s soul perception is the only reason they don’t have a standing audience, which is a good thing, because if people could know, Maka would never allow it and Black*Star would be a cranky god indeed.

I am such trash for this AU and i never knew it.

i am also a sucker for tummy kisses. helllloooo~


[a/n]: helllloooo!! decided i’d get one more thing out before classes start tomorrow :( i probably won’t post anything else until next weekend, but i’ll work on some writings do they’ll be ready to go by friday! if u have any requests send them my way (also any feedback would b nice) and i hope u like it!!!

pairing: min yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, college!au, frat boy!yoongi

word count: 367

summary: yoongi wakes up to you wearing his shirt and he just noticed how much he liked it. (and you)

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