home used to mean new york

as promised….italian-american pidge hcs by your certified italian-american dude since pidge was confirmed to be italian here we go:

-she calls marinara sauce gravy/red gravy. this confuses the fuck outta everyone, especially hunk. she’ll try cooking with him and be like “throw some more oregano in the gravy” and he’ll be like “?????”

-pizza is life. i hc now that she grew up in new jersey/new york (home of most italian-americans), so she’s used to BIG thin slices of pizza covered in olive oil. one time she went down south and almost DIED at how small and shitty the slices of pizza were.

-when people piss her off, she gives them the italian salute, but they don’t know what it means

-she can’t speak italian but she’ll curse/make exclamations in it (“madonna!”)

-she once brought lance and hunk to her cousin’s wedding as her platonic “dates” and the whole time the three of them just watched as all the little old ladies took tubbaware out of their purses and started stealing food out of the buffet line

-also, she took lance and hunk to her grandma’s house and the whole time she insisted on feeding them. idk, i think this is pretty universal across all grandma’s, but italian grandma’s will either passive aggressively force you to eat or they will curse you out/make you feel bad until you eat.

-matt tried to be an italian stallion (think the white tank top, greased back black hair, gold chain with a cross on the end, mama’s boy type of dude) because they had a cousin that fit the stereotype but he wasn’t stocky enough and didn’t have the attitude. pidge thought it was hilarious.

-now that she’s in space she would kill for those jelly sandwich cookies

-and also penne vodka

-and also a good cannoli

-she once fought a guy over the importance of cannolis (this is something i have done)

-christmas is the biggest holiday (feast of the seven fishes, baby)

-she’s catholic but not practicing

-something bad: *happens*
-pidge: *crosses herself*

20 Common Grammar Mistakes That (Almost) Everyone Makes

Who and Whom

This one opens a big can of worms. “Who” is a subjective — or nominative — pronoun, along with “he,” “she,” “it,” “we,” and “they.” It’s used when the pronoun acts as the subject of a clause. “Whom” is an objective pronoun, along with “him,” “her,” “it”, “us,” and “them.” It’s used when the pronoun acts as the object of a clause. Using “who” or “whom” depends on whether you’re referring to the subject or object of a sentence. When in doubt, substitute “who” with the subjective pronouns “he” or “she,” e.g., Who loves you? cf., He loves me.Similarly, you can also substitute “whom” with the objective pronouns “him” or “her.” e.g., I consulted an attorney whom I met in New York. cf., I consulted him.

Which and That

This is one of the most common mistakes out there, and understandably so. “That” is a restrictive pronoun. It’s vital to the noun to which it’s referring.  e.g., I don’t trust fruits and vegetables that aren’t organic. Here, I’m referring to all non-organic fruits or vegetables. In other words, I only trust fruits and vegetables that are organic. “Which” introduces a relative clause. It allows qualifiers that may not be essential. e.g., I recommend you eat only organic fruits and vegetables, which are available in area grocery stores. In this case, you don’t have to go to a specific grocery store to obtain organic fruits and vegetables. “Which” qualifies, “that” restricts. “Which” is more ambiguous however, and by virtue of its meaning is flexible enough to be used in many restrictive clauses. e.g., The house, which is burning, is mine. e.g., The house that is burning is mine.

Lay and Lie

This is the crown jewel of all grammatical errors. “Lay” is a transitive verb. It requires a direct subject and one or more objects. Its present tense is “lay” (e.g., I lay the pencil on the table) and its past tense is “laid” (e.g.,Yesterday I laid the pencil on the table). “Lie” is an intransitive verb. It needs no object. Its present tense is “lie” (e.g., The Andes mountains lie between Chile and Argentina) and its past tense is “lay” (e.g., The man lay waiting for an ambulance). The most common mistake occurs when the writer uses the past tense of the transitive “lay” (e.g., I laid on the bed) when he/she actually means the intransitive past tense of “lie" (e.g., I lay on the bed).


Contrary to common misuse, “moot” doesn’t imply something is superfluous. It means a subject is disputable or open to discussion. e.g., The idea that commercial zoning should be allowed in the residential neighborhood was a moot point for the council.

Continual and Continuous

They’re similar, but there’s a difference. “Continual” means something that’s always occurring, with obvious lapses in time. “Continuous” means something continues without any stops or gaps in between. e.g., The continual music next door made it the worst night of studying ever. e.g., Her continuous talking prevented him from concentrating.

Envy and Jealousy

The word “envy” implies a longing for someone else’s good fortunes. “Jealousy” is far more nefarious. It’s a fear of rivalry, often present in sexual situations. “Envy” is when you covet your friend’s good looks. “Jealousy” is what happens when your significant other swoons over your good-looking friend.


“Nor” expresses a negative condition. It literally means “and not.” You’re obligated to use the “nor” form if your sentence expresses a negative and follows it with another negative condition. “Neither the men nor the women were drunk” is a correct sentence because “nor” expresses that the women held the same negative condition as the men. The old rule is that “nor” typically follows “neither,” and “or” follows “either.” However, if neither “either” nor “neither” is used in a sentence, you should use “nor” to express a second negative, as long as the second negative is a verb. If the second negative is a noun, adjective, or adverb, you would use “or,” because the initial negative transfers to all conditions. e.g., He won’t eat broccoli or asparagus. The negative condition expressing the first noun (broccoli) is also used for the second (asparagus).

May and Might

“May” implies a possibility. “Might” implies far more uncertainty. “You may get drunk if you have two shots in ten minutes” implies a real possibility of drunkenness. “You might get a ticket if you operate a tug boat while drunk” implies a possibility that is far more remote. Someone who says “I may have more wine” could mean he/she doesn’t want more wine right now, or that he/she “might” not want any at all. Given the speaker’s indecision on the matter, “might” would be correct.

Whether and If

Many writers seem to assume that “whether” is interchangeable with “if.“ It isn’t. “Whether” expresses a condition where there are two or more alternatives. “If” expresses a condition where there are no alternatives. e.g., I don’t know whether I’ll get drunk tonight. e.g., I can get drunk tonight if I have money for booze.

Fewer and Less

“Less” is reserved for hypothetical quantities. “Few” and “fewer” are for things you can quantify. e.g., The firm has fewer than ten employees. e.g., The firm is less successful now that we have only ten employees.

Farther and Further

The word “farther” implies a measurable distance. “Further” should be reserved for abstract lengths you can’t always measure. e.g., I threw the ball ten feet farther than Bill. e.g., The financial crisis caused further implications.

Since and Because

“Since” refers to time. “Because” refers to causation. e.g., Since I quit drinking I’ve married and had two children. e.g., Because I quit drinking I no longer wake up in my own vomit.

Disinterested and Uninterested

Contrary to popular usage, these words aren’t synonymous. A “disinterested” person is someone who’s impartial. For example, a hedge fund manager might take interest in a headline regarding the performance of a popular stock, even if he’s never invested in it. He’s “disinterested,” i.e., he doesn’t seek to gain financially from the transaction he’s witnessed. Judges and referees are supposed to be "disinterested.” If the sentence you’re using implies someone who couldn’t care less, chances are you’ll want to use “uninterested.”


Unless you’re frightened of them, you shouldn’t say you’re “anxious to see your friends.” You’re actually “eager,” or “excited.” To be “anxious” implies a looming fear, dread or anxiety. It doesn’t mean you’re looking forward to something.

Different Than and Different From

This is a tough one. Words like “rather” and “faster” are comparative adjectives, and are used to show comparison with the preposition “than,” (e.g., greater than, less than, faster than, rather than). The adjective “different” is used to draw distinction. So, when “different” is followed by a  preposition, it should be “from,” similar to “separate from,” “distinct from,” or “away from.” e.g., My living situation in New York was different from home. There are rare cases where “different than” is appropriate, if “than” operates as a conjunction. e.g.,Development is different in New York than in Los Angeles. When in doubt, use “different from.”

Bring and Take

In order to employ proper usage of “bring” or “take,” the writer must know whether the object is being moved toward or away from the subject. If it is toward, use “bring.” If it is away, use “take.” Your spouse may tell you to “take your clothes to the cleaners.” The owner of the dry cleaners would say “bring your clothes to the cleaners.”


It isn’t a word. “Impact” can be used as a noun (e.g., The impact of the crash was severe) or a transitive verb (e.g., The crash impacted my ability to walk or hold a job). “Impactful” is a made-up buzzword, colligated by the modern marketing industry in their endless attempts to decode the innumerable nuances of human behavior into a string of mindless metrics. Seriously, stop saying this.

Affect and Effect

Here’s a trick to help you remember: “Affect” is almost always a verb (e.g., Facebook affects people’s attention spans), and “effect” is almost always a noun (e.g., Facebook’s effects can also be positive). “Affect” means to influence or produce an impression — to cause hence, an effect. “Effect” is the thing produced by the affecting agent; it describes the result or outcome. There are some exceptions. “Effect” may be used as a transitive verb, which means to bring about or make happen. e.g., My new computer effected a much-needed transition from magazines to Web porn. There are similarly rare examples where “affect” can be a noun. e.g., His lack of affect made him seem like a shallow person.

Irony and Coincidence

Too many people claim something is the former when they actually mean the latter. For example, it’s not “ironic” that “Barbara moved from California to New York, where she ended up meeting and falling in love with a fellow Californian.” The fact that they’re both from California is a “coincidence.” “Irony” is the incongruity in a series of events between the expected results and the actual results. “Coincidence” is a series of events that appear planned when they’re actually accidental. So, it would be “ironic” if “Barbara moved from California to New York to escape California men, but the first man she ended up meeting and falling in love with was a fellow Californian.”


Undoubtedly the most common mistake I encounter. Contrary to almost ubiquitous misuse, to be “nauseous” doesn’t mean you’ve been sickened: it actually means you possess the ability to produce nausea in others. e.g., That week-old hot dog is nauseous. When you find yourself disgusted or made ill by a nauseating agent, you are actually “nauseated.” e.g., I was nauseated after falling into that dumpster behind the Planned Parenthood. Stop embarrassing yourself.

If you’re looking for a practical, quick guide to proper grammar, I suggest the tried-and-true classic The Elements of Style, by William Strunk, Jr. and E. B. White. A few of these examples are listed in the book, and there are plenty more. Good luck!


Comic Idea

🕷️Brooklyn Heroes!🐸

So Gwen Lives! She ends up in the hospital from after the whole Green Goblin thing and she decides to become her own hero because fuck being kidnapped and used as bait for Spiderman, like for real.

With Gwen protecting New York, Peter decides to move with his new friend, sidekick, and ex-villain Toad to Brooklyn (Todd’s home town) where there aren’t any big name villains (yet) so he can train to be a better hero one small deed at a time!

Wade is there because no matter where Spiderman goes, Deadpool will eventually find him and overstay his welcome… Immediately.

Both are in their mid twenties. Peter’s a college graduate and Toad dropped outta high school freshman year because kids are mean and he’s a supergenius anyway so what’s the point?

Anyway, I love all these characters and wanted them in a comic together so I thought of this fan idea and will Probably Definitely draw more

Zayn opens up about conquering touring anxiety, prepping album No. 2 – and why he’s been living on a farm

There aren’t many places in New York, or anywhere else for that matter, that feel as cocooned from the ­outside world as the live room in Electric Lady’s Studio A. Designed to Jimi Hendrix’s ­specifications, the curvy space is stocked with shiny vintage gear, faded Persian rugs and a cosmic, wall-sized mural. On this Sunday night in September, a little after 9 p.m., the room’s sole occupant is a slight, ­strikingly handsome 24-year-old, whose unique ­combination of global fame and acute anxiety can make life outside of insulated creative oases like this one ­challenging, and who is currently kicked back on an overstuffed leather sofa, pulling ­meditatively from a joint and watching the smoke curl toward the sound-­deadened ceiling.

For the last nine months, Zayn Malik – who in his solo career goes by his first name – has lived in similar womblike rooms in New York, Los Angeles, London and even rural Pennsylvania (more on that later), ­crafting the follow-up to his debut solo LP, Mind of Mine, which bowed at No. 1 on the Billboard 200 last spring and spawned the Billboard Hot 100-topping ­single “Pillowtalk,” which has racked up over 750 million YouTube spins. That album, with its Frank Ocean-esque ­moodiness, bedroom vocals and, “Pillowtalk” aside, resistance to radio-friendly sonics, demarcated a clear line between Malik’s grown-up second act and his beyond-famous first one.

Seven years ago, Malik was plucked at age 17 from a small city in Northern England, teamed up with four other boys as One Direction and ­tornado-ed into the most intense global teen craze endured by a crew of British kids since Beatlemania. The ­experience left him unmoored – he abruptly quit the group in 2015 – and as a solo artist, he’s devoted to serving his own muse. In the 18 months since the release of his debut LP, he has deepened his ­relationship with his supermodel girlfriend, Gigi Hadid, started taking better care of his health, corralled collaborators ­including Taylor Swift and Sia, and determinedly honed his sound. For an artist so shaken by his time in One Direction that he has yet to launch a tour, the intensely private star has found a way to navigate, even thrive, in his highly public life. Or, as Malik himself puts it, “I don’t do things that I wouldn’t buy into. I try to explain that to people and hope that they understand – it doesn’t come from a place of being arrogant or above anything.”

It’s probably not intentional, but Malik seems dressed to match the room in an ­outfit you can easily picture Paul McCartney rocking in the early 1970s: a dark-red cable-knit sweater that looks both cozy and off-the-charts expensive, a subtly ­patterned button-down shirt, earth-toned, jean-cut pants and a pair of black Chelsea boots. His left hand is covered in a ­mandala-like tattoo; his right is adorned with a pair of red lips ­billowing smoke. His hair, which evidently grows quickly, has already returned to an ­appealing fuzz less than a week after he made headlines ­worldwide by ­shaving it bald. He’s in New York to take some meetings and work on the album, but the trip also lines up with New York Fashion Week, which means that he and Hadid get to be in the same place at the same time. The pair, says Malik, “pretty much live together,” whether it’s at his homes in Los Angeles and London or at her pad in New York. “It’s actually not that hard for us [to line up schedules],” he says. “It helps that she’s really organized. Thank God! Because I’m really not, so she helps organize my ­schedule around seeing her.” (Hadid is also one of a small group of people, including Malik’s parents, siblings and management team, who get to hear in-progress music. “She’s in the studio quite a lot,” he says cheerfully. “She likes to cook for me and stuff – when I’m here late, she’ll come down and bring me food. She’s cool.”)

The new album, says Malik, mines two main moods: one more rhythmic and pop, the other more downtempo. “The last album veered into a much more nighttime kind of thing,” says Peter Edge, chairman/CEO of Malik’s label, RCA. “This one is more of a mix than that.” The young star has been back in the studio with ­his first album’s main ­collaborator, Malay, well known for his work on Frank Ocean’s Channel Orange and Blonde. Veteran ­producers like Timbaland and Rob Cavallo have contributed, and Malik also has made a bunch of songs largely by ­himself. He has been toiling away at the disc for months, blowing past deadline after deadline; ­originally slated for a late-­September release, the album now won’t be out until the first quarter of 2018.

I got a preview of two tracks in late October. The first, which is built around Malik’s velvet vocals, a heartrending ­melody and spare, sonar-plink sonics builds – and improves – on his debut album’s sound. The other, all synths and ­effortless vocals, feels directly aimed at pop fans’ ­pleasure centers. “What impresses me about Zayn is the vision he has for his music,” says Timbaland. “How he looks at it, takes his time with it – just really thinks it out.”

Most recently, Malik has been ­collaborating with a musician that his management declines to name, saying only that he’s “unknown,” from Brazil and that Malik met him through friends. “I think I’m like 90 percent of the way there,” says Malik in September of the LP’s process. “But I’m still working on stuff and trying to decide what goes on the album and what comes off.”

Cavallo, who worked with Malik and a killer crew of session vets to grow a spare, downtempo demo into a Michael Jackson-inspired funk-rock tune, was most impressed by the young star’s calibrated ear. “He kind of reminds me of when I was in the studio with Fleetwood Mac,” says Cavallo. “His instinctive impulse to know what’s good or not good is like an ­incredibly precise laser beam. He knows which lyric to sing, he knows when the guitar part is good, he knows when the beat is right. It’s all right there at his fingertips.”

In person, Malik is polite, friendly and willing to answer ­questions. But he’s not exactly a chatterbox, and he’s more likely to reply ­cryptically than with a concrete ­anecdote. Even softball questions ­sometimes elicit strange responses, like when I brought up a recent Instagram post of his that ­compared two images of Game of Thrones’ Iron Throne – one as it’s depicted in the books, the other as it is in the show – along with the caption “Tru.” (The throne is apparently described in print as taller and spikier.) So he must be a huge fan of the show, right? “Ah, I’m not too into Game of Thrones,” he says, ­shrugging. “I just put that picture up because [it ­represents] the difference between a book and a movie. The ­overproduction of things is always hilarious.”

There is at least one HBO series that he genuinely loves. “I watched Girls – the whole thing,” he says. In fact, one of the stars of that show, Jemima Kirke, appears in the action-blockbuster-style video for the new album’s lead single, “Dusk Till Dawn,” which features guest vocals from Sia and is more full-bore pop than ­anything on Mind of Mine. Malik thought Kirke seemed cool and reached out to see if she’d be ­interested in playing his femme fatale co-star in the video, which was directed by Marc Webb, who helmed the 2012 Spider-Man reboot. In its first day, “Dusk Till Dawn” got over 10 million views on YouTube. Malik was enthused by the ­reception, in part because he wrote much of the song ­himself. (The video raises another ­question: Does he have any ­interest in ­acting? “I do, yeah,” he says. “It would have to be a good script and something that was a bit ­different, like an art movie. Something people wouldn’t expect.”) Malik’s a huge admirer of Sia, not only for her talent as a singer and hitmaker, but also for the way she has ­navigated the perils of celebrity and figured out how to perform live, ­on her own terms.

Malik ­himself has yet to tour – or even play a single major concert – since he left One Direction. During the last two years, he has canceled shows in London, Dubai and Japan, citing extreme anxiety. “The band was like being in the army for him,” notes his manager, Sarah Stennett, adding that the last few years have been a time for Malik to recalibrate. “You lose your sense of intuition and instinct about what you really need, and what’s right for you.”

In Zayn, an autobiography-slash-photo book he published in 2016, Malik made it clear that his time with 1D wasn’t just ­stressful – it was damaging to his mental health. He opened up about having ­developed an eating disorder triggered by the endless grind and total lack of ­anything resembling a normal life. “I’d just go for days – sometimes two or three days straight – without eating anything at all,” he wrote. “Food was something I could control, so I did.”

Today, he insists that he’s in a much better place. “I’m taking things at my own pace, eating well, not going too crazy,” he says with a wry little laugh. “Making sure we have dinnertime.” (He’s clearly not on a rabid health kick, though. At one point a member of his team delivers a pack of Marlboro Lights, and he spends several minutes trying to get one lit by holding it in his hand and toasting the end with a lighter.) One of the ways that Malik has achieved a more serene mind space has been by ­spending much of this ­summer and fall in the last place any fan would think to look for him – on a working farm in rural Pennsylvania, with a private studio nearby. “[The farm] is just out of the way and feels grounded,” he says. “There’s not a lot of things around. I do a lot of farm work.” Really? “Yeah, yeah, I take the horses out and feed the cows and that kind of stuff. It’s cool. I’ve always been ­interested in animals.”

The farm reminds him, he says, of the countryside around Bradford, England, the town between Leeds and Liverpool where he grew up. A rotating crew of friends, family and collaborators – including Hadid – join him in Pennsylvania and listen to music and offer opinions. Zayn’s father, Yaser Malik, a British-Pakistani hip-hop fan, gravitates toward lyrically ­sophisticated songs. “He likes the more meaningful ones,” says Malik. “He’ll be like, ‘Read more, do this, work on this lyric.’” His mom, Tricia Malik, who ­converted to Islam before she married Yaser, “likes anything that’s clubby and upbeat. She’s hilarious to me. All of what I call my proper ratchet songs, she loves.” He cracks a big grin and laughs.

Malik isn’t the only ­prominent Muslim star in music – rappers from Ice Cube to Q-Tip share the faith – but his religion was one of the clear ­markers of difference between him and his 1D bandmates. He has made a few ­tentative political gestures around his religion (including tweeting the hashtag #freepalestine in 2014) but generally avoids the topic of intolerance in the era of Donald Trump and Brexit. He’s ­cheerful when talking about his father’s family’s culture, though. Malik understands Urdu, although when he speaks the language, it’s a ­hodgepodge of Urdu and English and slang. He has never been to Pakistan but is ­interested in visiting someday. And he’s a fan of Pakistani food, music, poetry and movies. “My grandparents would always have that going on the TV,” he says. “So I’m pretty in the know.”

According to Malik, he no longer has any contact with former 1D bandmates Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Niall Horan or Louis Tomlinson, all of whom have also released solo music in 2017. He says this without malice, and if he feels ­competitive with his old crew, he’s certainly not letting on. “Our relationships have definitely changed since we were in a band together, but I think that’s just life,” he says. “Everybody grows up; two of the guys have got kids now. But no, I don’t talk to any of them, really.”

It might help that he has edged out the others on the Hot 100, especially when you count “I Don’t Wanna Live Forever,” the No. 2 smash that he recorded for the Fifty Shades Darker soundtrack with Taylor Swift – another artist for whom he has major respect. He personally recruited Swift, who is tight with Hadid, for the track. “I worked with her because I felt like she was the right artist for the song,” says Malik. “And of course she’s also a massive artist, so that brings its benefits. I get to let her fans know that I’m doing this kind of music, and she lets her fans know she likes my kind of music – there’s no opposition, for real. Everybody can like everybody’s music.”

While nothing has been booked yet, Malik is planning on launching a major tour behind the new album. His anxiety around performing, he explains, wasn’t just a 1D hangover – some of it came from not ­having figured out how to do a solo show that felt natural, especially with only one album’s worth of material from which to draw. “Like, there were a lot of upbeat dance [songs on the album], and I don’t dance, so it would have required a lot of extra dancers and stuff going on, and I don’t necessarily want to do that.” (Fans hoping to hear Malik perform 1D hits, as they can on Styles’ recently launched tour, are likely to be disappointed.)

Part of the solution, it turns out, came from that session with Cavallo and ­seeing how one of his studio creations could take on new life with a great band. “It definitely helped identify in my own mind where I want to be as an entertainer,” says Malik. “For a long time I’ve struggled with, ‘Where is Zayn as a performer?’ I don’t want [my show] to be too eccentric or out there, because I’m not that kind of ­personality. I’m quite a reserved person, and I feel like [the vibe of that session] sort of fits me and what I want to do onstage.”

Near the end of our time together, I ­gently float an idea: “If there are any songs you’d feel comfortable playing for me,” I ­suggest, “I’d love to hear them.” Malik seems totally into it. “Yeah, of course, man,” he says emphatically. “Cool. I’ll play some stuff.” He gets up from the sofa and heads to the ­studio door. “I’m just going to get the songs off my manager.” I tell him I appreciate it. “No worries, bro,” he says, before he disappears through the door. And then, in probably the most Zayn-like move of the night, he never comes back.


Two Ghosts

Originally posted by marorra

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: The final part in which Archie tries to reunite Jughead and (Y/N).

Warnings: none

Word count: 3,257

A/N: IT’S DONE!! hooooly crap this was a roller coaster, I’m so glad you guys stuck with me. Prepare to cry and yell and scream and be happy and sad, hope you enjoy!!!!

Same lips red, same eyes blue
Same white shirt, couple more tattoos
But it’s not you and it’s not me

When snow began to coat the ground in Riverdale, Jughead could feel (Y/N) slipping farther away into his memories.

It had been four months since they boarded their separate planes and returned home from their internship in New York.  Within those four months, Jughead began his senior year, lost touch with (Y/N), and rose to the top of his classes using his newfound writing knowledge.  Hell, if Betty Cooper wasn’t in his class, Jughead would’ve thought he could have a chance at getting valedictorian.

He didn’t mean to lose touch with (Y/N).  It happened gradually: in the beginning, they texted nonstop.  But then schoolwork started piling up on both ends, and both Jughead and (Y/N) grew too busy to bother an attempt at maintaining a relationship.

Technically, they never formally broke up.  If he wanted, Jughead could still claim that he had a girlfriend.

“You could still call her, bro,” Archie advised him one night at Pop’s.  “I’m sure she’d pick up.”

“It’s not that simple, Archie,” Jughead countered, staring at the snowfall outside the window.  “I can’t just call her after two months of dead silence and expect things to return to how they were.”

“Then don’t expect it,” he offered.  “Start over.”

“Archie, what I had with (Y/N) was something special.”  He tore his eyes away from the window and looked at Archie, emphasizing every word.  “I can’t just start it over.  I can’t just walk up to her and reintroduce myself as a new person or try to start this relationship from scratch.  Hell, I can’t even walk up to her because she lives hundreds of miles away from Riverdale.”

“Listen, Jug.  All I’m saying is that if you never contact her, you’re gonna regret it.  That choice is going to weigh you down for the rest of your life, and if you don’t at least get some closure with (Y/N), you’re gonna compare every other girl you’ll ever be with to her.”

Tastes so sweet, looks so real
Sounds like something that I used to feel
But I can’t touch what I see

Maybe once the sun escaped the thick winter clouds Jughead would be able to rebuild his relationship with (Y/N).  Or maybe in time, he would learn to get over her, even without closure.

He knew, as soon as he told her he loved her, that it wouldn’t work.  He had played rom-coms like that at the Twilight Drive-In plenty of times; he knew that it doesn’t end well.  In order for him to have a happy ending with (Y/N), he’d have to fly out to find her and confess his love.  But Jughead did not have the time nor the money to be able to do that.  

Maybe he could accept a life without (Y/N).  A life without her smile burning in the back of his mind, a life without him constantly replaying every moment he ever shared with her in his head.  It was suffocating.

The worst part was when she infiltrated his dreams.

She was always there, every night.  Whether it just be a bystander to different events or the main focus, her face was always there.  The worst part was waking up and finding that she wasn’t sleeping next to him.  She wasn’t sleeping in the room next door, and she wasn’t even sleeping in the same city as him.

It wasn’t just the memories that plagued him; it was the thought of what could have been.  Maybe if they stayed in New York, maybe if he went with her, maybe if she went with him.  Maybe if he had a different counterpart, maybe if he had never gotten accepted for the internship program, maybe if he never even tried.  

Maybe if he had never met here.

But then these doubts led to memories of (Y/N) telling him to not regret anything that happened.  As he reminisced, he’d smile at how well she knew him.  She was expecting him to do this to himself.

We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

“Archie, are you sure we should do this?” Betty questioned as she, Archie, and Veronica huddled together at a booth in Pop’s.  “I mean, Jughead would be pissed if he found out we did this behind his back.”

“Yeah, Arch, do you know what you’re doing?” Veronica took Betty’s side.  “If he finds out-”

“The only way Jughead would find out is if this works,” Archie argued, clutching his phone tightly. “And when he does find out, he’ll be so happy that he’ll forget to be mad at us.”

“Of course he’ll be happy, but this is his problem to deal with,” Betty pointed out.

Archie sighed, “He’s not dealing with it, though, that’s the problem.  And that’s why we’re calling her.”  

Betty and Veronica sighed, and Archie took that as a sign of compliance.  He picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts, searching for one that he recently added.  When he found it, he tapped it and held his phone against his ear.

“Hello?” a voice sounded from the other side of the call.

“Hi, I’m Archie Andrews. Is this (Y/N)?”


There was a moment of silence where Archie expected her to keep talking.  When she didn’t, Archie began to tell her his plan: “Listen, (Y/N), I know you and Jughead haven’t spoken lately.”

(Y/N) scoffed.

“But Veronica and Betty and I are worried about him,” he continued, “and we think the only solution is if he sees you again, or at least if you two start talking to each other.”

“Archie,” she sighed, “it’s not that simple.  I’m busy, he’s busy, and we just don’t have time for each other right now.  We have a mutual understanding of that.”

“Yes, I know, he’s told me that too.  But I haven’t seen him this miserable since his dad was arrested, and I bet that you’re miserable over there too.”

“Okay I’ll admit it, I miss him, but we’re both slammed with academics, and it’s hard to just pick up where we left off.”

“It’s funny,” Archie dryly laughed, “Jughead said the same thing.”

“Great minds think alike. Look, Archie, it was really sweet of you to do this for Jughead, but this is just a matter of time.  Either he’ll get over me, or one day we’ll meet again. You’re just gonna have to let it play out.”  Without allowing Archie to reply, (Y/N) hung up.

The fridge light washes this room white
Moon dances over your good side
This was all we used to need

“I don’t want to say I told you so,” Betty said as soon as Archie lowered his phone with a defeated expression, “but I told you so.”

“What exactly did (Y/N) say?” Veronica inquired.

Archie sighed, “She basically repeated what Jughead said.  She told me that they were both too busy to keep in touch and that they’ll either get over each other or meet up again one day.”

“Isn’t that a good thing, though?” Betty questioned.  “I mean, at least they have a mutual understanding.  At least (Y/N) isn’t sitting at home crying because Jughead is ignoring her.”

“But they’re both miserable!” he protested.  “I could hear how upset (Y/N) was, and we’ve all seen how Jughead is doing.  They need each other.”

“You don’t want to push them, Archiekins,” Veronica warned him.  “You know how Jughead gets when you ask him about (Y/N) too much, and I’m sure she’s the same way.”

“She did hang up on me.”

“Exactly.  Look, they love each other.  They both know that, and I’m sure they’ve both had their own struggles in deciding whether or not to wait for each other.  There’s a lot of trust on both ends of their relationship. I have faith in them, and you should too.”

Tongue-tied like we’ve never known
Telling those stories we already told
‘Cause we don’t say what we really mean

Archie wanted to believe in his best friend, but he didn’t want to leave Jughead’s happiness in the hands of fate.  Jughead’s life had went wrong one too many times, and Archie didn’t want him to have to suffer with another heartbreak because of his refusal to speak to (Y/N).

A week later, he decided to call (Y/N) again.

“Archie, you need to leave this alone,” she scolded him as soon as she answered the phone.

Archie groaned, “You’re both being stubborn.”

“We’re both busy,” she corrected him, rolling her eyes.

“It doesn’t take up that much time to just send a text every once in a while.”

“That’s like dangling a bone in front of a puppy,” (Y/N) snapped, but Archie could detect traces of sadness in her statement.  She sighed and calmed herself down.  “Of course I want to talk to Jughead, but I don’t want to have to wait hours upon hours for a reply from him.  It’s cruel for us to do that to ourselves and each other.  We just have to wait.”

“And you’re willing to remain miserable for your indefinite period of waiting?” Archie demanded.


Archie went silent, and (Y/N) thought she had finally convinced him to leave her and Jughead’s situation alone.  But after a minute, he spoke up again:

“Come to Riverdale.”

“Excuse me?”  She glanced at her phone as if to question it if she heard him correctly.  “Have you not been listening to me?  I don’t even have time to maintain a conversation with Jughead.  How do you think I’d find the time to fly up to Riverdale?”

“Listen, spring break is coming up in three months.  We’ll have a week off, so you could fly in then.”

“Archie, I’m completely broke.”

“I’ll help you pay for your ticket,” he offered.  “And I’m sure Betty and Veronica would love to help out, too.  Plus I bet Ronnie would let you stay with her, so you wouldn’t have to bother with searching for a hotel.”


“I’m not asking you to make a decision now.  I’m just asking if you could think about it.  Please, for Jughead.”

(Y/N) breathed out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding in, and Archie felt his heart clench in anticipation of her decision.  Finally, after a moment of contemplation, she spoke up.

“I’ll consider it.”

We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

“You convinced her to come to Riverdale?” Veronica questioned the next day as she, Betty, Archie, and Kevin sat at lunch.  Jughead was in the library working on an essay.

“Well she hasn’t decided yet,” Archie admitted, “but she said she’d consider it.”

“How did you get her to even consider it?” Betty inquired.  “I mean, from what you told us last week, it sounded like she was determined to wait it out.”

“I told her that I’d help pay for her ticket,” he explained, shrugging.  “And I was hoping maybe you guys would too?”  

Betty, Veronica, and Kevin all feverishly nodded.

“Of course we’ll pitch in!” Kevin exclaimed.  “Anything to help those two achieve endgame.”

“And Ronnie,” he turned to Veronica, “would she be able to stay at your place?  I think if she had a guaranteed, nice place to stay she’d be more likely to agree.”

“Yeah, she’s welcome to stay with me,” Veronica smiled.  “I’m really glad you’re doing this for Jughead, Archiekins.  I’m sure he’ll be ecstatic to hear that she’s coming.”

“That’s the thing…” he trailed off, causing the rest of the table to lean forwards.  “I don’t think we should tell Jughead.”

“Obviously we won’t tell him right now,” Betty shrugged nonchalantly, “but once it’s guaranteed, we should tell him.”  Archie awkwardly shifted in his seat, and Betty’s face twisted into an expression of confusion.  “You don’t want to tell him at all?”

“I feel like he’ll get mad,” Archie defended himself.  “Plus it’ll be a nice surprise for him.”

The other three pursed their lips, but no one protested.

“Alright,” Veronica was the first to admit she succumbed to his reasoning.  “Alright, we won’t tell Jughead.”

We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

For a month, Archie would constantly check his phone, anticipating (Y/N)’s decision.  He switched between phases of confidence and doubt.

When he was confident, Archie convinced himself that there was no way that she could decline this offer. She loved Jughead, and deep down, she despised their decision to take a break.  The opportunity he presented her was too good to not take, and she’d have to be an idiot to decline.

On the other hand, there was a lot of doubt.  (Y/N) placed a lot of trust in Jughead, and maybe she thought that visiting Riverdale could deter that trust.  Or maybe by seeing Jughead, it was like dangling a bone in front of a puppy: just a week together to tease each other, and then they would be hundreds of miles apart again.  It would be just another painful goodbye, another heartbreak.

During those days of doubt, Archie almost considered calling (Y/N) and retracting his offer.

At the end of February, Archie’s phone rang.  He checked the caller ID to find that it was the response he had been waiting for.

“Hello?” he answered his phone after one ring.

“Hey, Archie,” (Y/N)’s voice greeted through the speaker.  “How’ve you been?”

“Fine,” he responded quickly.  “Listen, (Y/N), I really don’t want to deal with small talk.  Have you decided?”

(Y/N) sighed, and Archie felt his heart drop.  A sigh was never a good sign.  Sighing meant regret, and regret meant that she was declining his offer.

“I’ve decided, Archie, but after a lot of back and forth,” she explained, speaking slower than usual. “It should’ve been an easy decision, but… I don’t know, I guess I’ve been overcomplicating it.”

The conversation died, and Archie sat with his phone pressed against his ear, waiting to hear the final verdict.


“So I went with my gut,” she said.  “I went with what felt right, and not with what would be more logical.”

Archie held his breath, hoping, for Jughead’s sake, that she’d give him the answer he craved.

“I’ll come to Riverdale, Archie.”

We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

Spring, unlike winter, was a time of renewal.  It was a time of getting rid of the old and starting anew.  The snow that coated the ground melted away, revealing perfectly green grass.  Old families grew with new additions, and nature seemed to completely revive itself.

Spring was a time of second chances.

Jughead, always the pessimist, particularly loathed spring that year.  He hated seeing the happy flowers, the bright sunshine, and the couples scattered around Riverdale.

The happiness and hope seemed to be teasing him, taunting him with something he could never have.

The beanie-clad boy sat in Pop’s booth, awaiting Archie’s arrival.  He had received a text from the redhead earlier that day instructing him to go to the diner at a specific time and sit at a specific booth.  Although he found the request odd, Jughead figured that Archie was just being silly.

Jughead was facing his lap, staring at his phone.  He didn’t look up when the bell on the door jingled, nor when someone sat across from him and grabbed a menu.

They sat together in silence for a few moments, Jughead’s attention still placed towards his phone and his companion flipping through the menu.  The quietness was broken when the person sitting across from Jughead set their menu down.

“You know, these burgers better be damn good,” the voice said, and Jughead’s head snapped up when he immediately recognized the voice, “because I’m gonna be here for a while.”


She grinned, and he recognized the same sparkle in her eyes that were there on the first day that he met her.  The day that changed everything.

“Hey, Jug.”

We’re not who we used to be
We don’t see what we used to see
We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

Her hair was longer. The bags under her eyes were darker. Her skin was slightly paler.

Change was unavoidable. Jughead knew that.

But the funny thing about change is that it comes in bits and pieces, and then, sometimes, it floods in all at once.  With Jughead and (Y/N), it was the opposite.

Their meeting was like the universe slamming two galaxies together, a change that shocked them to their core.

Falling in love was subtle like the autumn leaves breaking off from their branches and, one by one, descending towards the ground.

Departing was like ripping an atom apart—practically impossible and unimaginable.

But coming back together was another subtlety; it felt like returning to an incomplete puzzle.

They asked each other questions all night and throughout the rest of the week together, trying to finish the puzzle that they started in New York.

“What colleges have you applied to?” (Y/N) inquired, swinging her and Jughead’s hands back and forth.

Jughead grinned. “Well obviously, I had to apply to places with excellent writing programs.”

She laughed, “Obviously.”

“And I got accepted into two places: Northwestern University and New York University.”

“Juggie,” (Y/N) stopped in the middle of her tracks and grabbed Jughead’s other hand.  When he looked into her eyes, he noticed the tears building up in them.  “I got accepted into NYU, too.”

Without replying, Jughead dropped her hands and grabbed her face, pulling her towards him.  He pressed his lips against hers, and she immediately responded and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“We could go to college together,” Jughead whispered after they pulled apart, tears welling up in his eyes too.

(Y/N) rapidly nodded and repeated what he said, “We could go to college together.”

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat
I’m just trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

Archie was shocked to see that Jughead was grinning after he dropped (Y/N) off at the airport.

“Didn’t you just say goodbye to (Y/N)?” he asked Jughead cautiously, wary to not disturb his apparent happiness.

Jughead’s grin only widened. “Yeah, I did.”

“And that’s not a bad thing?”

“No,” Jughead started walking, causing Archie to follow him, “it’s not.  See, last time we said goodbye, it was sad because we didn’t know if we’d ever see each other again.  But now I know I’ll see her again, and I know when I’ll see her.”  He stopped walking and turned to face Archie, and Archie realized he hadn’t seen Jughead so happy since he first met (Y/N). “We could go to college together, (Y/N) and me.  So I’m going to see her again really soon, and I can trust the universe with that because I love her, and she loves me.  And, like my dad told me, the universe cooperates better when you love someone.”

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ok ok ok but consider:
happy lives for the avengers once all this dumb stuff is done with big ol’ fights

steve takes it upon himself to find joy in life again on his first trip back to new york. he volunteers at homes for the elderly and hospitals and schools to talk about life as it used to be. he finds absolute happiness in pulling on his vintage clothes and walking through the city streets at night to reflect on how much things have changed. sometimes he sits in times square just to admire the lights.
tony is a man of science, but that doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy a little fiction - he ropes sam and rhodey into frequent movie nights, laughing with friends and a few cold beers at the movies he loved as a kid. sometimes bucky sits to watch, nodding at jokes he can’t quite understand but loving the company all the same. the nights expand and soon the men are sharing their favourite pastimes like old friends - watching sports is a religion as they sit and share a round of drinks and each other’s company in a 24 hour bar. tony stark is surrounded by his family and nothing has ever felt better.
wanda cuts off all her hair one night alone in the compound. it feels like freedom to have strands curling up round her ears and chin - it is the first decision in a long time that has been completed and entirely hers. she begins to experiment with her identity, switching between all black grunge and alternative indie and soft pastels over the course of a few months. she puts on makeup for award ceremonies and wears flowing dresses for galas and dances at events, she lives the life all teenagers are meant to live.
bucky begins to regain the identity he had once lost in a similarly experimental way. although in a forgotten day his birth name seemed overly formal, being called james begins to make him feel more human. he finds that this new james loves comedy, laughing under his breath at the office and parks and rec on lazy sunday mornings. james also loves poetry, he finds, and although he is yet to completely master writing it he is comforted by the relatability of words. he looks at himself in suits and remembers the days of suavity and excitement he used to know - at some events he asks the maximoff girl to dance and is able to regain his moves for an hour or two. he is overjoyed at the man he is becoming.
vision is finally able to experience life, not as a weapon or an experiment, but as a human. he is fascinated with coffee shops and soft sweaters, and likes to spend his days away from training switching between writing short stories and acknowledging all the people around him in his local starbucks. he is constantly polite and becomes known for his gentle heart and kind smile rather than his robotics, as well as his fondness for classical music and vinyl record collecting. he creates a home for himself where life is only ever warm and friendly, and where life can be warm and friendly for anyone else who needs it too.
at the end of long days, the team convenes to eat a casual meal in the lounge of the compound, usually a hot takeaway or pizza at the weekends. they smile over the food, listening to nat and clint discuss the trials of looking after young children while being a secret agent on the side. scott is in a place where no one is judging him for his past and are instead respecting him for his comedic kindness and good nature. peter feels as though life could never get better than this. everyone is loved, safe and happy.

A Blind Path Home, part 9

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes.
Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?


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Girls’ Night In (reader x Avengers/Scott Lang)

Characters: reader, Wanda, Natasha, Scott Lang, Cassie Lang. 

Summary: It’s ladies night at the tower, complete with a Gilmore Girls marathon,  junk food, and friendly rivalries when a surprise visitor puts a twist on the evening’s events. (spoilers for Gilmore Girls, if you haven’t seen it yet)

Warnings: nada!! Pure fluff, ya’ll. Cavity inducing. 

Word Count: 2275 (good heavens, that was an accident)

Tags are at the bottom (TAG LIST IS CLOSED)

A/N: This is for my lovely, my darling Mariana ( @buckysberrie ) Happy Birthday, sweetie!! I really hope you enjoy this. :) Man, I dunno how this got so long but the fluff kept flowing and when I thought of the single parent parallels, well, I just couldn’t stop. Any thoughts are appreciated!! 



Originally posted by miranduhhpriestly

“Ugh, he’s such a spoiled, Trust Fund jerk-face.”

“He is not!” Natasha protested. “He’s just…a little entitled and misunderstood. Just how I like ‘em,” the redhead smirked, returning her gaze to the tv screen.

“Seriously? Logan? The Life and Death Brigade, are you kidding me? Ridiculously lavish parties in the woods with formal wear, death-defying stunts, and games where you can’t use the letter “E” in conversation? Yeah, not at all pretentious,” you fired back sarcastically, throwing a handful of popcorn in her direction.

“Oh, right, like you haven’t used the term ‘misunderstood’ to describe a certain well-read, possibly criminal, runaway bad boy who crashes cars,” she replied, cocking an eyebrow.

You gasped in horror. “How dare you speak ill of my Jess! He was her match intellectually and in pop culture references, plus with their love for music and books, it’s no secret that they belong together. He was just immature but he grew up really well,” you smiled before biting your lip with thoughts of the older brunet bad boy, trying not to spoil it.

“Hey, now! No need to fight,” Wanda spoke up, acting as the peacemaker. “Besides, we all know Rory belongs with Dean. Obviously.”

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Not just anybody can be a hockey fan, this breed of human is cut from a rare cloth.
One who can endure 82 games of the highest highs and lowest lows
This is complete dedication to a sport and a life style that we love
The rest of the world rejoices at the arrival of summer but not us
Its arrival means a lonely 4 months without ice
But every October when our men of winter return so does the fire in our hearts
The return of hockey makes it burn like surface of the sun
The only fire that will never melt ice

Home opener for the Colorado Avalanche (2014)

Here’s to waiting for October


Originally posted by spiritual-speckled-kitty

Leonardo x Reader


Prompt: If you have the time, I’d love to see [a soulmate au] for Leonardo! He’s my favorite of the boys.

Note: Omg, I legit freaked out when I got a message from you in my inbox and I like fangirled and omg thank you sooooo much! Raph and Leo are my faves, so I’m very hype to write this omg. I chose to do the soulmate timers instead of the Sharpie thing though, just to shake it up a little bit.

Leonardo didn’t understand why he had a soulmate timer. Donnie said that it was very likely their timers would only lead them to other turtles. Tiny, normal turtles. That was how they were meant to find the ones they were meant to be with. Biologically, anyway. To mutant turtles like Leo and his brothers, it had always seemed kind of pointless.

And yet, when the day came that his timer was supposed to run out, he was still nervous.

Leo was the first of his brothers to have his time run out. The others weren’t due for months, but Leo’s timer was due to strike zero in twelve hours.

“I dunno, bro. I think we should celebrate or something, right?” Mikey asked. “Order a pizza, have April rent a movie or something. We shouldn’t just sit here and let it run out.”

“I read about a dozen articles about soulmates last night. According to the majority of them, when the timer gets closer to running out, you’ll feel a pull and you’ll just have to go follow it. Something will come over you. Or something. I’m not entirely sure.” Donatello read from his notes.

“So basically, I should avoid the pet store. Good to know.” Leo smirked. “Guys, I really don’t care. I’m not upset. I think I accepted a while ago that I was never going to find…someone, you know?”

“Maybe you should follow it. For science, of course.” Donnie pushed his glasses further up his nose. “Then we’ll know if our soulmates are…how do I put this…A worthy investment of time.”

“You mean I should follow it.”

“For science.”

“Thanks, Don. Glad your head’s in the right place.”


You stared at the numbers on your wrist on the way home from school. Six hours. Six whole hours before you met your soulmate. Oh God, it was terrifying. You had no idea what to expect. So of course, you were scouring the internet for articles about what to expect. Some people described feeling a pull to where they were supposed to be. Others felt nothing and just wound up in the perfect place at the perfect time.

You were scared shitless.

When you got home, you fixed your hair and make-up, trying to get as ready as possible. You ate some dinner after finishing your homework and tried to make the time pass. So, naturally, you sat out on the fire escape with a book, as you usually did when you read. There was something freeing about sitting outside with your legs dangling as you got lost in other worlds. Maybe getting lost would help you forget about this world. The one where the stress and anticipation was eating you alive.


Leo had no idea where he was going. But he felt the pull. With ten minutes left, and his brothers a few blocks behind him, he passed the pet store and kept on running. That was when the stress set in. His soulmate was not a turtle. Oh no. This might be worse than not having a real one at all. Now he had to worry about an actual person. Someone that existed.

Someone that could reject him.

When Donnie had shared his notes with the others, he said that some, not many, but some people rejected their soulmates for various reasons. He thought that maybe the fact that he was a giant mutant turtle would be enough to turn anyone away. But either way, he was scared, and with good reason.

What if he never found you? Or worse. What if he did?


It was less than two minutes until your timer would run out when you heard a noise in the alley below. You slipped your bookmark into your book and carefully made your way down the fire escape.

“Hello?” You looked around in the shadows. Maybe this was a bad idea, but nevertheless, you called out again. “Hello?”

There was something there. Someone. A very tall, bulky silhouette. It took a few steps closer, cautiously, but not stepping into the light. Not yet.

“I don’t bite.” You smirked and tilted your head. “You don’t have to be scared.”

“I don’t want you to be scared.” A nervous voice from the darkness.

“I won’t be.” You promised. He chuckled.

“You say that now. I’m not exactly…How do I put this…? I’m not normal.”

“You’re still my soulmate.” You offered a small smile, and you couldn’t see in the dark, but he smiled too, his gorgeous blue eyes searching every inch of you. You offered one of your small, five-fingered hands. “I’m (Y/N).”

He hesitated, but took your hand in his large green one. Your eyes went wide, but it wasn’t in fear or even in disgust. It was just surprise.

“Leonardo.” It was like fireworks. Your skin against his, his voice, his name…It felt so right.

“Come into the light.” Your voice was soft, pleading. You tried to look to where you thought his eyes were. “Please.”

“You won’t like what you see.” He warned. The knot in Leo’s stomach pulled tighter.

“Let me decide that.”

“Okay.” He took a breath and stepped into the light. You looked up at him, tall and green with a shell on his back and the most gorgeous blue eyes you had ever seen. But instead of the rejection Leo had prepared for his entire life, there was something else in your eyes: acceptance.

“Come here,” You raised your arms to hug him, but God, he was tall. When he wrapped his muscular green arms around you, your feet left the ground. He never wanted to let go. “I love you so much and I just met you. Is that crazy?”

“I can think of crazier things.” He chuckled.

“Leo, you all right down there?” Raph called from the top of a building.

“More than all right,” he kissed your cheek before setting you on your feet again. “Come on down, guys.”

Leo’s brothers made their way down to you.

“Well she doesn’t look like a turtle.” Mikey examined you closely.

“Because she’s not, ding-dong.” Raph gave his head a little shove. “Don’t mind him. He’s got pizza for brains.”

“(Y/N), these are my brothers, Raphael, Michelangelo, and Donatello.” Leo pointed to each. You slipped your hand into Leo’s and he gave yours a little squeeze. Hand-holding: one of the many things Leonardo would have to get accustomed to.

“Nice to meet you.” You smiled.

“Dude, your soulmate is the chilliest ever, Leo.” Mikey smiled. “I mean, if she’s fine with all of this…She didn’t even scream or ask if we were aliens or-”

“I grew up in New York.” You shrugged. “There’s not much that fazes me anymore.”

“I guess,” Raph smirked and gave his brother a pat on the shoulder. “Good for you, honor boy.”

“Well, my parents won’t be home for a while. I can order a pizza and we can hang out…or something?” you shrugged. Mikey’s face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Not us, doofus.” Raph chuckled. “We’ve gotta give the lovebirds some time alone.”

“Dammit…” Mikey whined as Donnie and Raph pulled him away. Leo smiled and shook his head.

“Come on,” you pulled him up the fire escape.


“You’re sure you wouldn’t have anyone else as a soulmate?” Leo asked as you were cuddling on the couch a few hours later.

“Positive.” You kissed his snout. “You, Leonardo, are perfect just the way you are.”

His heart just about melted.

“I couldn’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anybody else.”

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Not In That Way | Part 5

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: Your big sister was certainly cheating on her boyfriend, but there were two things that didn’t make this indifferent to you. One, he didn’t know. Two, you were in love with him.

Words: 2k+

Warnings: Angst, cheating, fluff..?

Masterlist | Series Masterpost

A/N: We made it, last part is here! Thanks to everyone who colaborated with the writing of this series, and everyone for reading. It means a lot. Just to think I made a 6 part (Epilogue to come!) series out of a silly dream I had is amazing. Thanks thanks thanks xx

Feedback is always appreciated, enjoy! xx

Originally posted by teamfreewill-imagine

You smiled, thanking the flight attendant that welcomed you to the plane as you searched for your seat.

After three long months, you were going back home.

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anonymous asked:

*cracks knuckles and opens my YOI rec list* my time has come (sorry it's gonna be long. All AO3 links). /10249196 yuri is a ghost and victor and yuuri are his assigned grim reapers (9k); /9420221 yuuri's life in St Pets is spread between four languages (7k); /8884927 Kimi no Na wa AU aka body switch au (21k); /8979217 fanboy yurio. HILARIOUS (1k); /8976517 sick yuuri fic. victor and yurio to the rescue (20k); /8770105 victor loses his cool and yuuri helps him find it. phichit is LOVE (3k);(1)

/8905834 where victor is a regular at yuuri’s bookstore and always looks like a hobo. yuuri is unimpressed(6k); /8965381 hanahaki disease au. IT HAS A GOOD END AND I CRY IN JOY(20k); /9137038 space au. just, space au(21k); /9064348 sports au in space. amaze(22k); /8756341 yuuri and victor get married. multimedia fic(8k); /8873695 corporate roommates au. slow burn(8k); /8808556 Phichit and Chris’ Great Selfie War(1k); /9925166 gossip goes wild and apparently now yuuri hates victor???(11k); (2)

(3) /8695081 social media’s reactions through the show (aka yuuri’s fans are Good) (12k); /9257756 amnesia au with aCTUAL HEALTHY COMMUNICATION bless (4k); /9238709 Yakov coaches Yuuri while Victor is away. based on That One Comic. poor Yuuri lmao (1k); /9149977 where victor is half rusalka and yuuri lives in a horror movie (but doesn’t die, thank god) (17k); /9213884 where victor and yuuri talk through flower language (8k). and okay yeah i’m stopping now oops hahahhh HAPPY READING

Oh! My! GOD!!! You are a literal doll!! I love you so much anon!! Thank you for all the beautiful fic recs! I will worship you literally forever omg <3

It took a while, but I made a handy dandy list with links and everything for all my beautiful followers!! Lemme know if any of the links are broken or anything!

I tried my best to find all the tumblrs for all the authors as well, but I am still missing a few. So if you guys know any of the missing tumblrs, or if you notice I tagged the wrong tumblr in any of them, please don’t hesitate to let me know!

Make sure to give them all some love, and don’t forget to leave reviews for them if you can <3

  • 185/120 by RC_McLachlan (@rcmclachlan​) -  Yakov isn’t paid enough for this shit.
  • a great desire to love by lily_winterwood (@omgkatsudonplease) -  For some strange, inexplicable, fantastic reason, Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov are trading places. Kimi no Na wa AU.
  • Blue Petals, Silver Thorns by Grassepi (@grassepi) - When Yuuri Katsuki is eight years old, the worlds of dance and ice collide and call to him, ceaselessly echoing through his thoughts every second of the day. He can see the picture of his life so clearly in his mind- there’s the blue sky above, there’s black-winged gulls cawing in the mornings, there’s katsudon for dinner and there’s ice beneath his feet. All he can imagine in his future is a life of skating.When Yuuri Katsuki is twenty-two, he is supposed to die.
  • cover story by fan_nerd (@wbtrashking​) - Corporate roommates au.
  • fresh off the presses by fan_nerd (@wbtrashking) - Based on his book selections, Yuuri’s not sure if this regular is a horny pervert, a cop, or a nerd.Victor is weird and eccentric, and the bookkeeper is pretty sure that the man has never come in with his hair combed.
  • he meets me where i am by rire (@lotorlance​) - Something gold catches the light, drawing his attention. There’s a gold ring on Victor’s ring finger. “Ah,” Yuuri says, his heart giving a last squeeze, a futile reminder of the silly crush he once had. “Congratulations on your marriage,” he says, as cheerily as he can.In which Yuuri gets into an accident that wipes his memory of everything that happened after his first Grand Prix, Yurio and Victor help him retrace his journey, and Yuuri rediscovers himself along the way.
  • I see the universe in your eyes by fangirlandiknowit (@fangirlandiknowit101) - Space AU.
  • in the spaces between by sixpences (@thetwoguineabook) -  Yuuri’s life in St Petersburg is spread between four languages.
  • Instagram is Not an Ice Rink by ladanse (@bollywood-and-phoenix-feather​) - Phichit’s phone buzzes. christophe-gc has posted a new photo, it tells him. When he thumbs the screen, it brightens to reveal a shot of Christophe Giacometti, lounging on a bench, wearing nothing but a Speedo and his skates. greetings from your local king of selfies, says the caption.Phichit doesn’t actually know Chris - not personally. He has nothing to prove. But Phichit is also, categorically, a competitive little shit, and he knows he can do better.So it begins.
  • katsuki_fc by tetsurashian - Just because Yuuri isn’t big on social media, doesn’t mean his fans aren’t. (aka a social media fic)
  • Rival Reflections by aceklaviergavin (@aceyuurikatsuki) -  yurio keeps posters of yuuri to always fill him with anger
  • Stargazer by Fahye (@fahye) - royalty sports au in space.
  • Stupidly Happy With You by qwartooty (@qwartooty) -  in which Yurio means well, Viktor loses his cool, and Yuuri helps him find it
  • The Fundamentals of Caring by braveten (@braveten) - In which Yuuri is sick, and Viktor takes care of him.
  • the language of flowers by liliths - FLORIOGRAPHY — (noun) The language of flowers, sometimes called floriography, is a means of cryptological communication through the use or arrangement of flowers. Origin: Latin floris (flowers). In which Victor and Yuuri inspire each other through Victorian flower language. Alternate universe.
  • the merry-go-round of life by fireblazie (@fireblazie) - It is 1998, and Yuri is dead.—In which Yuri is a ghost, and Yuuri and Viktor are the grim reapers assigned to help him cross over before his soul fades away into nothingness.
  • the warmest part of winter by dadvans (@dadvans​) -  The wedding is in early February, right after Yuri comes home to Yuuri and Victor’s crumbling farmhouse in upstate New York from the European Championships with a gold medal around his neck. They’ve been in the process of restoring the dilapidated barn out back and turning it into a fully functional dance studio, and the fire marshall has finally approved it for occupation without fear of the whole thing coming down all at once and crushing a half dozen elite figure skaters to death at any given moment. Which is perfect, considering they’ve been planning on holding the reception in the barn, and finding a last minute venue would be a goddamn nightmare, especially since Victor has obsessively planned the entire event down to the last detail for the past six months.
  • Tous Les Chemins by Edgedancer (@radiantmists​) - A photo without context, a few careless words, an embellished article.Thus was born the idea, so patently false it would have fit better in a politician’s speech, that Yuuri hated Viktor. (Translation of shakeskp’s (silkmaken) fanfic in French)
  • Water’s Edge by Mhalachai (@mhalachai​) - For years, Yuuri had heard people say Viktor’s skating was otherworldly. He never thought they were being literal.
Song Titles
Taylor Swift
Song Titles

Taylor Swift song titles:

tim mcgraw / picture to burn / teardrops on my guitar / a place in this world world / cold as you / the outside / tied together with a smile / stay beautiful / should’ve said no / mary’s song / our song / i’m only me when i’m with you / invisible / a perfectly good heart / jump then fall / untouchable / come in with the rain / superstar / the other side of the door / fearless / fifteen / love story / hey stephen / white horse / you belong with me / breathe / tell me why / you’re not sorry / the way i loved you / forever and always / the best day / change / mine / sparks fly / back to december / speak now / dear john / mean / the story of us / never grow up / enchanted / better than revenge / innocent / haunted / last kiss / long live / ours / if this was a movie / superman / state of grace / red / treacherous / all too well / 22 / i almost do / stay stay stay / the last time / holy ground / sad beautiful tragic / the lucky one / everything has changed / starlight / begin again / the moment i knew / come back be here / girl at home / welcome to new york / blank space / style / out of the woods / all you had to do was stay / shake it off / i wish you would / bad blood / wildest dreams / how you get the girl / this love / i know places / clean / wonderland / you are in love / new romantics

All songs and copyrighy belong to Taylor Swift.

kalendraashtar  asked:

My fair ladies of Imagine, I love you all in a insane manner, but this one is for Gotham. I loved We Live for Love - there's something so unique about their relationship in that story. So, even respecting the fact you feel that it's done, I would love to have a glimpse of their future - perhaps their first big concert together and how to deal with fame? Or our couple receiving an award? I'll leave the rest up to your brilliant mind! Much love, Kal.

They Live For Love

By Marsali MacKimmie

Exclusive to the Wilmington Gazette

If you didn’t know anything about Claire and Jamie Fraser – the millions of albums sold, the thousands of concerts on six continents, the ups and downs that come with any long-lasting career in the music business – the one thing that’s immediately apparent is their unwavering love and commitment to each other. That much was clear throughout the several hours we spent chatting over whisky at the trendy, yet understated brewpub in downtown Wilmington, where the Frasers played three sold-out shows last week.

“My ancestors in Scotland distilled whisky on their farm,” Jamie, 58, told me as he rolled up his sleeves after the second round – showing two arms full of colorful tattoos. “And I grew up with my father making his own in the backyard. This place has the good stuff.”

“Oh hush,” Claire, 63 and with wrists full of silver bangles, turned to me with a raised eyebrow. Somehow I got the impression that this was a typical exchange in their household. “He’s full of shit. His grandfather proudly got arrested during Prohibition. And Jamie’s been known to make his own whisky – even get the girls involved from time to time.”

The girls would be the two Fraser daughters – 31-year-old Faith, who just finished her residency in pediatric medicine, and civil engineer Brianna, 28. Both grew up touring with their famous parents – but never dreamed of a musical career of their own. “It’s interesting to us how they both chose jobs that keep them close to home – which I guess makes sense, since we dragged them all over the country when they were growing up,” Jamie mused, oozing with pride as he scrolled through picture after smiling family picture on his phone. “But now that they’re both settled, it means the wife and I can tour more without feeling guilty about it.”

Touring is something that Claire and Jamie Fraser have done since just about the moment they met – she was a recently divorced cabaret singer with a big dream, he was a down-on-his-luck guitarist living gig to gig in what was then the rough and tumble Alphabet City neighborhood in New York. “I used to crawl over junkies on my way home – and now on that same corner is a high class wine bar!” he laments. They released their first album in 1981, and the first single – “We Live For Love” – rocketed to the top of the charts. Eventually it hit number one in fifteen countries, and turned Claire Fraser into an overnight superstar.

“We were so unprepared for fame,” Claire says quietly as she looks away, thinking. “We’d been rehearsing and performing, and that’s fine – you can deal with that. It’s amazing to play for 100,000 people, and so cool to travel to all the places in the world you’d only seen on TV. But being followed by photographers to restaurants and having reporters go through our garbage – ”

“Nothing can ever prepare you for that,” Jamie added. “Thank God we had each other – otherwise we would have gone nuts from the stress.”

“Not to mention that this was the early 80s – there weren’t many successful female rock singers, like there are today. The stories I could tell you about asshole program directors or chauvinistic record execs – it would just stun you.” I watched Claire reach for Jamie’s hand, and he automatically took it. Effortless. “I had to put up with so much bullshit, just because I was female. I know I had to work harder, sing harder, just to get taken seriously.”

When Jamie said, “It was all I could do to not knock their teeth in” – I couldn’t tell if he was joking, or was serious.

That Claire Fraser endured her fair share of difficulty is well-known – she’s spoken about it numerous times over the years – but all that hard work paid off. Eleven records released – including a collaboration with, of all things, traditional Scottish musicians. Twenty million albums sold. Five Grammy awards. An Emmy for a live performance that was one of the first to air on HBO.

And now a special 35th Anniversary Tour – celebrating the 35th anniversary of the release of their first album, “Outlander.”

“We get asked all the time – who is the Outlander?” Jamie smiled. “And we both have different answers.”

“I always say that it was me,” Claire insists, running her hand through her trademark curls – gone gray now, but still vibrant. “Because when we were making the record, I was a complete outlander in the studio – I didn’t know who I was or what I was doing, and I realized just how much I had to learn. About rock music, about how to make records, and about the whole industry.” Then she turns to her husband and raises one eyebrow, waiting.

He takes his cue. “And meanwhile, *I* say that it was *us* - the entire band. We had a very unique sound and nobody quite knew where to put us. We had to fight every damn radio station to put us in with the Rock rotation, rather than the Pop rotation. We had to fight to get photographers to take shots of Claire that weren’t gratuitous – that showed her off as the kick-ass singer that she is, not just some chick in tights.”

“Hey,” she playfully shoved him. “You happen to *like* the chick in tights.”

“I do,” he laughed. “I do, very much.”

So – how much of this tour is to celebrate the 35th anniversary of the album, or their 35th anniversary as a married couple? (Jamie and Claire married right before “Outlander”’s release).

“Oh, it’s definitely both,” Claire is quick to reply. “Because as far as we’re concerned, it’s one and the same.”

“The first single – ‘We Live For Love’ – that was the first song I wrote for her. We still play it every night – it’s the one song that everyone always wants to hear.” Jamie pauses, thinking. “And I find that so incredibly gratifying, because it was *our* song – and it still is – but now it’s *everyone’s* song. I had no clue that’s where I’d end up – that it’s where *we* would end up – when I wrote it in my shitty Alphabet City apartment, hoping and praying that Claire would feel the same way. And yet here we are.”

“Here we are,” Claire smiles at her husband – and suddenly I feel very much like an intruder. “Would you believe that he tells the crowd the same corny love story with that song, every night?”

“Yeah, but you love it,” he rolls his eyes.

“You know I do.”

And they know that we do.

Reference: Pat Benatar and Neil Giraldo interview at SXSW, 2016

First Impressions (Part 3)

Prompt: Imagine your friend, Anthony Mackie, brings you with him to an event and introduces you to his friend, Sebastian, who’s blown away by you. He immediately starts flirting and acting silly because you make him nervous and he just wants to impress you

Warnings: flirting (adult style), language (always, with me, come on), and

Word Count: 2030

Notes: If anyone has kids or wives out of the celebrities mentioned, in this universe, they sort of don’t exist….Just for the sake of keeping it concise. Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (because shes perfectly amazing) and I could NOT, not, just not have done any of this at all without my amazing girl, @amarvelouswritings

Forever Tags: @amarvelouswritings @cocosierra94 @essie1876 @magpiegirl80 @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @harleyquinnandscarletwitch @iamwarrenspeace @marvel-imagines-yes-please @superwholocked527 @myparadise1982sand @missinstantgratification @thejulesworld @rda1989 @marvelloushamilton @munlis  @bubblyanarocks3 @thefridgeismybestie

Sebastian Stan Tag: @nedthegay @lostinspace33 @alwayshave-faith @elleatrixlestrange @buenostardissherlock @lenawiinchester @the-red-world-of-jess-chibi

Chris Evans Tag (Normally wouldn’t, but he’s featured a lot): @nedthegay​ @camigt1999  @lostinspace33​ @alwayshave-faith​ @elleatrixlestrange

First Impressions Tag: @goodnightwife@spacemarkimoo @masha-meow01 @axelinchen


Another week and a half flew by since your interview but you were hard at work for your film, pouring every waking hour and ounce of energy you had into directing and meanwhile trying not to but heads with Mike.

Your phone buzzed at 10:45.

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                                    sentence starters

❝ i am always drawn back to places where i have lived. ❞
❝ what do you make of  that? ❞
❝ it’s just i didn’t know you’d been in love with her. not like that. ❞
❝ you can love somebody without it being like that. ❞
❝ oh, darling, i am sorry. ❞
❝ oh. don’t be angry. ❞
❝ you were sweet to see me home. ❞
❝ i’ve got the most terrifying man downstairs. ❞
❝ i’m sorry if i frightened you. ❞
❝ i’ll never get used to anything. anybody that does. they might as well be dead. ❞
❝ i’ve got to stay awake, there isn’t time to sleep. ❞
❝ you think i’m lying? ❞
❝ i’ve taken care of myself a long time. ❞
❝ oh, for god’s sake, i hate snoops! ❞
❝ she believes all this crap she believes. you can’t talk her out of it. ❞
❝ i’m in new york because i’ve never been to new york! ❞
❝ the mean reds are horrible. you’re afraid and you sweat like hell, but you don’t know what you’re afraid of. except something bad is going to happen, only you don’t know what it is. you’ve had that feeling? ❞
❝ i told you. you can make yourself love anybody. ❞
❝ i’m a warmhearted person. it’s the basis of my character. ❞
❝ everybody has to feel superior to somebody. ❞
❝ you will be sorry, if you hit me. you wanted to a minute ago: i could feel it in your hand; and you want to now. ❞
❝ it should take you four seconds to walk from here to the door. i’ll give you two! ❞
❝ do you believe what i’m saying? ❞
❝ everything hurts. ❞
❝ does that make me a whore? ❞
❝ i don’t think anyone will miss me. ❞
❝ please feed the cat! ❞
❝ a girl doesn’t read this sort of thing without her lipstick. ❞
❝ it’s none of my business. except you’re my friend, and i’m worried. ❞
❝ you are a bitch. ❞
❝ i’m very scared. ❞

i know i talk about this a lot but…. the law was recently put into effect in Mississippi that allows any businesses, employers, landlords, and even government officials to deny services to gay and trans people on the basis of “religious freedom.” that means they can be denied homes, jobs, hotel rooms, cars, loans, cab rides… anything. there is virtually no protection for the LGBT community in mississippi. and as if that’s not fucked up enough, what’s REALLY making me mad is that all over the internet on all these comment threads i’m seeing “progressives” say things like “Why don’t they just move to california?” “You’re all welcome to join us up here in Vermont!” “They deserve it - they voted these republicans into power!” “Why would gay people live there? they should just move to New York City.”

So let me cover some facts:

1. Mississippi has some of the most restrictive voting laws in the country, and therefore extremely low voter turnout. It also has one of the worst public education systems in the country. It ALSO has some of the worst poverty in the country. Poor people with little access to education do NOT deserve this. They deserve to grow up in environments where they are taught actual facts in good schools, outside of the shadow of religion and bigotry. they deserve easy access to voting centers and voter registration. they deserve clearly explained proposed laws so that they know what they’re voting for.

2. people living in poverty can’t “just move.” And even if they COULD, they definitely couldn’t move to these Hip Progressive Cities where rent is literally (no exaggeration) 500% higher than it is in most of Mississippi. And where progressives will most likely make fun of them for being from Mississippi.


4. When gay and trans people, and just progressive people in general, move away from the south, they are not erasing the existence of gay people in the south. All they’re doing is erasing the actual presence of progressive adults who could stay to help protect at risk groups, educate children, and vote republicans out of power. When you tell gay people “just move!” you are doing exactly what the people in power want. They make these laws BECAUSE they want gay people to leave. It’s 2nd only to making it literally illegal to be gay. By encouraging us to leave you are reinforcing future generations suffering under these same laws. Gay children born in conservative areas should not be born just to suffer and be abused until they’re old enough to haul ass out of town.

5. WE DESERVE TO FEEL COMFORTABLE IN OUR HOMES. that’s what really gets to me. these are real people living in real places that they’ve been their entire lives, places their family is from for generations back. i am determined to make a home for myself in the place that i am from. i am not gonna let them scare me out of this place. because here’s the thing - aside from the bigotry, the south is a GOOD place. it’s beautiful, strange, and culturally distinct from the rest of the country. people who are forced out aren’t just leaving their home - they’re leaving a way of life, a career that might have been passed down through the family, they’re leaving behind food and music and climate that they aren’t going to find anywhere else.

6. ALSO so many of these Progressive Northern Places are predominantly white, and the deep south is predominantly black. PERHAPS there are tons of gay and trans black people living in the deep south who don’t wanna relocate to fucking Portland and open up a screen printing vegan co-op or whatever the fuck people do in portland. MAYBE just maybe there are people who actually enjoy living here - i know that is beyond the comprehension of many progressives and gay people living in these big cities, but not everyone wants your life.

WHAT IM SAYING IS - the solution is not to move. people who can afford to move and want to move have every right to do that and I respect them. but not everyone has that privilege, and not everyone WANTS to leave. the fact is, people in Mississippi deserve to feel safe. Even if we got a bus and rounded up every single gay and trans person in the state, new people are being born every day. So instead of bragging in the comments section about how “something like this would NEVER happen in Vermont” maybe consider for 1 second - we know. We KNOW it wouldn’t happen there. But we aren’t there, we’re here, and we need protection, we need people who are willing to stand up and fight for our rights HERE in our home. You’re not helping poor gay southerners by telling them to move to california. That’s been the go-to solution for decades and that’s WHY things are so bad in so many of these states. Instead talk about access to education, talk about voting rights, talk about and donate to organizations working for progress IN these states. Gay people are always gonna exist everywhere, so maybe try to advocate for them instead of simply trying to erase them from their communities. thanks.

i get the criticism of danny in iron fist because season 1 was poorly written with weak characterizations and sloppy action scenes 

but i don’t really get why there’s still so much hate for him in the defenders

i mean yes, he is still annoying with the incessant “i am iron fist” spiel and he is still very white and very privileged

but he is also making an effort to be better and is so enthusiastic and genuinely wants to save new york and protect the people he cares about and tries to use his privilege for good and is just looking for a place to call home and thinks his new friends are so cool even though they can all kick his ass and just wants to be taken seriously by his enemies and allies alike and only has the one good story about the time he punched a dragon in the heart and just wants some pork dumplings to recharge his chi

what i’m saying is

please be gentle with this precious boy who always orders too much food and only owns one pair of shoes and is just trying his best

First Impressions (Part 16)

Prompt: Imagine your friend, Anthony Mackie, brings you with him to an event and introduces you to his friend, Sebastian, who’s blown away by you. He immediately starts flirting and acting silly because you make him nervous and he just wants to impress you

Warnings: flirting (adult style), language (always, with me, come on), and drama (later on in the fic) Anger / saddness

Word Count: 1496

Notes: If anyone has kids or wives out of the celebrities mentioned, in this universe, they sort of don’t exist….Just for the sake of keeping it concise. Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (because shes perfectly amazing) and I could NOT, not, just not have done any of this at all without my amazing girl, @amarvelouswritings

Forever Tags: @amarvelouswritings @cocosierra94 @essie1876 @magpiegirl80 @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @harleyquinnandscarletwitch @iamwarrenspeace @marvel-imagines-yes-please @superwholocked527 @myparadise1982sand @missinstantgratification @thejulesworld @rda1989 @marvelloushamilton @munlis  @bubblyanarocks3 @thefridgeismybestie @random-fluffy-pink-unicorn @hardcollectionworldtrash @igiveupicantthinkofausername @kaliforniacoastalteens

Sebastian Stan Tag: @nedthegay @lostinspace33 @alwayshave-faith @elleatrixlestrange @buenostardissherlock  @lenawiinchester @the-red-world-of-jess-chibi @memory-of-a-goldfish

Chris Evans Tag (Normally wouldn’t, but he’s featured a lot): @nedthegay @camigt1999  @lostinspace33 @alwayshave-faith @elleatrixlestrange

First Impressions Tag: @goodnightwife @spacemarkimoo @masha-meow01 @axelinchen @smuoooshie @hollycornish @seargantbcky @mellsstark @lyfewithtrish @cinema212 @sophiealiice @yes-this-is-doggo @sky-weirdo @feelmyroarrrr


The next day at work, you and Sebastian worked just fine side by side all day, until late evening. The crew packed up and headed home and as you were grabbing your things, Sebastian approached you.

“Hey,” you greeted kindly.

“Hey, so…We need to talk,” he said uneasily.

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anonymous asked:

Do you think Percy has any memories of 9/11?

oh, definitely. any kid living in new york who was like, capable of making memories has 9/11 memories. if we use the 2005 timeline, percy was about 8, but even if we use the 2014 timeline he would’ve been three, and i mean. i was three, and i remember it. manhattan was a nightmare during 9/11. the dust cloud destroyed a bunch of people’s homes, so they had to stay in hotels (the insurance companies were pretty great about that, actually). they shut down the trains and the subways (not to mention the airports) so nobody could get anywhere without walking. people were literally walking across the bridges, trying to get out of manhattan on foot. the sky was so clear that day, you could see and smell the smoke from miles and miles away (like, i’m talking a 40 mile radius, at least). parents were frantically pulling their children out of schools, everyone went home early. and if you lived or worked in manhattan your phone was definitely ringing off the hook (even from people you hadn’t heard from in years). not to mention that almost everyone knows somebody by name who died.

he probably remembers it like most kids do—everything was absolutely nuts and adults all seemed very panicked and were talking to each other in hushed voices or crying, and then his mom showed up and pulled him out of school. he was actually probably in manhattan though so he might have even more vivid memories, like literally being evacuated.