homecoming signs

Every Unanswered PLL Question from every episode

Since I think the Charles is CeCe reveal is fake, I’m going to watch the show from the beginning and see what questions I have. (Any “answers” given in Game Over, Charles are irrelevant to me because I think they’re fake). All answers given in the show will be bolded with the episode it was answered in, in parenthesis. Just a warning this is going to be long hence the show has over 100 episodes. Also, I have a lot of -A related questions that have never been confirmed. Even during Mona’s reign as -A, some things just don’t add up. I know Marlene says that everything from season 1 and until the end of season 2 is Mona and season 3 starts a new -A, but like I said, some things don’t add up.

Pilot (1x01)
Spencer heard someone scream ‘that night’, who was it?
Why did the Montgomery’s leave Rosewood for a year? To get away from Rosewood after Alison went missing. (2x19)
Did Ezra follow/know Aria was going to be at the Hollis Bar & Grill or was he there coincidentally?
Why did Hanna roll her eyes when she waved to Aria in class?
Who was the blonde in Maya’s (Alison’s) room?
How did Hanna start off in the crowd looking at the chaos of Alison’s house when a body was found then ended up behind Spencer and Aria (behind the crowd)?
What’s the “Jenna Thing”? Alison lit a firecracker in the Cavanaugh’s garage while Jenna and her step brother, Toby, were in it. The firecracker ended up blinding Jenna. Alison told the girls to keep it a secret and they let Toby take the blame for it. (1x02)

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This was from my 18th birthday ‘month’ My Mom was in a coma and was in the hospital for my 17th birthday and she didn’t even know who I was when she woke up.. So a year later for my birthday she surprised me with Spider-Man and my whole birthday party was Spider-Man including my cupcakes c: (she was going through speech therapy so don’t make fun of how she talks in the video , she could barely form sentences)
This is my favorite video because it’s proof that miracles happen and my mom is still alive.. Spider-Man is the epitome of love, his hand gesture means I love you in Sign Language and besides fighting crime he spreads love around wherever he swings.. That’s why I’ve loved him since I was a kid… My dad who I call Iron Man calls me his little Spiderling ❤️🕷💙
@tomholland2013 you probably won’t see this but just know I love you more for playing such an amazing character who means everything to me.. You’re the perfect role for Spider-Man and I know you hear that a lot but you truly are..

The signs at homecoming

Aries: *awkwardly dances in the corner as none of their friends came*

Taurus: man hunting

Gemini: isn’t even at homecoming, they just stayed home eating chips

Cancer: came in a group of people but they kinda just forgot about you so now poor Cancer is just sitting at a table waiting for it to be over

Leo: lucky son of a gun who got a spicy date

Virgo: them: “PAAAARRRRTTTTYYYYY!!!!!” administration: “please leave”

Libra: somehow got past the strict dresscode and wears a saucy dress

Scorpio: that person everyone hates that screams “THIS IS MY JAM!” every time whenever a song comes on

Sagittarius: *spikes the drinks*

Capricorn: came with a group of their friends, and unlike cancer, is still with their friends and having a good time

Aquarius: never looks up from their phone the whole time

Pisces: dancing but they don’t really know how to dance so their just whipping and dabbing 

Foolish - Peter Parker (imagine)

requested: yes! 

request - May u pppplllzzzz write an imagine where reader being Michelle’s younger sister and liking peter and him calling her cute names bc she’s younger and she finds Liz and him making out one day and u can finish it off🤗🤗thank you!!

warnings: none

word count: 1529 

sidenote: lmao i’m sorry if i accidentally put tom instead of peter in here at one point, i’m so used to writing about tom yIkES

request for a 2nd part here! 

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anonymous asked:

the flower pictures are even worse in context - it was the day they went to several of their hometowns, they were in doncaster and louis met their mayor and they were at harry's house (i think) when robin said "you're all like family now" and louis and harry had that Look.

this is the story to the pics:

“I attended the X Factor Homecoming week signing at HMV in Bradford with a few of my friends. My friend had managed to find a plastic rose flower head, and was joking around about giving it to one of the boys. Anyway, she ended up picking Louis, who said thanks babe, and went to put it into one of his button holes. Harry took the flower away from him, and tucked the flower behind his ear instead. We hung around in the store for a little bit, and he still had it in his hair about 5 mins later!”

credit to the lovely Jess

Sundae Funday

Requested: no

Rating: PG, just a lot of fluff and ice cream.

Summary: All Harry wants to do is take YN out for ice cream. A simple, cute ice cream date. YN loves ice cream and Harry feels like shit he can’t even provide this for his wonderful girlfriend due to all of the paparazzi and fans plaguing the exterior of the hotel. This puts him in a funk, until a new opportunity arises to improvise.


“Harryyyyy.” You call from your room, laying on your floor in front of your fan. The heat has become almost unbearable today and the hotel cooling system is doing its best to keep up with the record breaking warm front sweeping through the city.
Harry opens his eyes at the sound of your voice, moving off of his spot on the couch in front of the T.V., where he’d fallen asleep watching a documentary about the arctic that was still playing. You’d claimed earlier in the day that maybe watching penguins play around on the ice would make you both remember the cold and the heat would feel more manageable. Sadly, it didn’t seem to be working, as you’d become too hot next to Harry and had left to sit with your fan instead after he’d fallen asleep.

“Yes, love?” He replied from the doorway, voice gravelly and eyes groggy due to just waking up from his nap. “We should go out for ice cream! I saw the cutest looking shop just down street from here, do you want to?”

Harry smiled a little. “Are the fans still outside?“ Your face fell as your immunity to the constant noise faded away and you were reminded why the two of you had been holed up in your hotel room so long. The amount of people outside
your hotel seemed historically unprecedented, although you know that wasn’t true.

That didn’t matter to you though, because they were enough to keep the two of you locked away Rapunzel style, where you hoped that no unwanted guests would find you. The fans were great, the attention Harry got was great, it was a blessing it really was- but sometimes it was all too much. On days like today, You couldn’t help but wish Harry was just… normal. It was a selfish desire and you felt bad for hating his popularity at times like these, when all the two of you wanted was to go out for a little while, uninterrupted. You knew that wasn’t possible right now. You slouched a bit, disappointed. You didn’t even have to check the window to know that everyone was still there. 

Harry seemed to read your mind as he moved to plop down beside you. “I’m so sorry, bug. I’d make them all leave if I could.” His hand gently stroked your forehead, moving stray hairs away from your eyes. “No, I know, it’s no big deal don’t worry about it, okay?” You smiled up at him, trying not to let on how you were feeling. This wasn’t Harry’s fault, and you didn’t want him to feel bad about the whole situation. Harry nodded, but you knew he hadn’t stopped thinking about it.

Harry knew ice cream wasn’t that big of a deal, it was the fact that he and his girlfriend couldn’t even go out for a few minuets together like a normal couple. It was hot as hell out and that only added to his poor mood that stuck around the rest of the day, even with you curled up next to him with the portable fan blowing on your body, clad only in light running shorts and a bra, it was too hot for clothes, you’d claimed, and Harry was the last person on earth who’d object to that.

Harry woke up in the middle of the night with an idea. He found you asleep on top of the covers of the hotel bed, tossing and turning, most likely due to the heat that plagued every room of the hotel. 

“Angel, wake up.” He punctuated his sentence with a kiss to your forehead, and another to the tip of your nose, and another to the highest point of your cheek. “What? Harry, its late. Im sleeping.” You mumbled, beginning to roll over when Harry stopped you with a kiss to your shoulder.

“Babe, you said you wanted ice cream, let’s go see if that store down the street is still open, shall we? Everyone is gone, they’ve all left, we can finally just go, the two of us.” His voice was gentle, slow and convincing, enough so to make you slip on your shoes and a tee-shirt to go out in, grabbing your phones and a plastic room key. The thought of a late night adventure like this was enough to wake the two of you up, both of you giggling all the way down the hall to the elevator, and the rest of the way to the street.

You took in a much needed breath of fresh air, and walked in the direction of the retro-style diner that displayed a neon sign to advertise the homemade ice cream inside.
"Well, here we are! After you, darling.” Harry smiled, opening up the door with a silver bell that jingled upon their entry. “We are so lucky this place is open 24 hours.” YN grinned and reached up to kiss Harry, excited at their late night date and the prospect of getting back inside to air conditioning and ice cream.
The two of you reveled in the current state of the world. There were no people out in the streets, nobody demanding any pictures, videos or autographs. It was quiet, no chants or singing in the streets, everyone had returned home and it was just Harry and YN out for ice cream- like a normal couple. Neither of you minded that it was the middle of the night, it was just nice to be out together.

“Well, what do you want tonight, m'lady?” Harry smiled at you, still staring at the menu board, wearing old tennis shoes, and a long tee shirt that hid your shorts, your hair thrown up with pieces falling around your face.

“I don’t know, what do you want?”

Harry almost laughed, even in her tired state YN was indecisive as all get out.

“I’m going to get that sundae.” Hardy pointed to the biggest thing on the menu, knowing that neither of them would be able to finish that much ice cream. “Do you want to share it?” He offered, running circles into the small of her back with his finger tips. She just nodded, leaning against Harry’s chest. She was tired, this would probably be a quick outing, so they could get back to bed.

YN went to find a booth to sit in, the smooth red seats offering a good view of the diner. Flowers in vases sat all over, as did framed pictures in black and white, and newspaper articles from decades ago. Harry stayed up at the counter to order, and paid for the sundae, waiting at the counter before bringing back the dessert to where YN was sitting. Her eyes widened upon seeing how much ice cream sat in the bowl. “I saw the picture, why does this suddenly seem so huge?” She laughed, grabbing one of the two spoons in the bowl. Harry agreed, laughing.

The two of you ate quietly, getting through about half of the ice cream before YN sat back in the booth, across from Harry. “I don’t think I can eat anymore,” she sighed contently and let her eyes close for a second.

“Me either, want to go back to bed now?” Harry put his spoon down as well, waiting for YN’s nod of confirmation before leaving a few dollars on the table next to the melting ice cream. Fudge and caramel still drizzled over some of the parts they didn’t get to when they were eating.

“C'mon, darling. Let’s get you home”.

The two of you interlaced fingers and started to walk back to the hotel. After stepping back into your shared room, you kicked off your shoes and peeled off your shirt, laying down on top of the covers on the bed once more. Harry joined you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Love you, ice cream queen.” You smiled, “love you, ice cream king. Thanks for the date, it was really-” your sentence was broken with a yawn. “Nice.” Harry smiled and nodded, peeling off his clothes for bed and falling asleep to your quiet breathing and the whir of the fan.

Beautiful + Peter Parker

Summary: Peter can’t help but look at you like you are the most beautiful girl in the world, but so do many others, but the only one that counts is him.

Warnings: Slight sexual harassment, swearing, and insecure/emotional angst (but my homeboy saves the day y’all)

Words: 2, 051

A/N: I haven’t written very many Peter imagines. So why not do so while in recovery? 

The hallways of the Midtown School of Science and Technology seemed to buzz like an ants next. Every student seemed to have a place to be at that very instant and if you were in their way, you were getting shoved or pushed aside. Sometimes even knocked down, but that was not a memory you wanted to relive. You bustled your way through the hallways quickly, trying not to get too caught up in the crowd. Your locker was just in sight when you were suddenly pulled back.

“Whaddup (y/n)? Got somewhere to be?” You rolled your eyes as Flash came into your view, the crowds of student withering into two opposite sides of the hallway as you stood there, across from flash in your dark emerald sweater and jean mini-skirt. Flash looked over you once as you reach up to push your hair back, a blush rising into your cheeks as he stepped closer to you, “Ya know, I could really use some help with my English report. Say, meet at my place, at around eight?” Flash reached out to grope at your body. You moved away sharply, trying to get past him, only for him to grab at your arm harshly. You winced as he pulled on you, moving you towards his body.

Thankfully, an administrator made their way into the circle, pulling Flash away and giving him a stern look before walking away and dispersing the crowd. Flash winked at you, a smirk never leaving his lips as he watched you scurry towards your locker. Peter was already there, trying his best to avoid eye contact from the guilt he was feeling. You were his best friend, other than Ned, and not being able to save you from Flash killed him inside. He just wanted to be your knight in shining armor…Or superhero in high-tech spandex??

“Did you-did you happen to witness that?” You asked as you opened your locker, not fully making eye-contact with him, while you shoved your book bag in heartlessly after grabbing your book for homeroom. Peter nodded, only to remember that your locker was open and you couldn’t see his face, so he closed his locker next to yours before leaning on it, making sure that he could see at your freckled face.

“I think everyone did, (y/n).” He looked at you as you closed your locker harshly, leaning your back against it with a long, exasperated sigh leaving your lips. Your head lolled to look over at Peter, the (y/h/c) waves moving to the side and you rested your head against the locker. Peter stared at you, his brown eyes sparking as he searched for your usual spark, but there wasn’t one. Come to think of it, he hadn’t seen your usual sparkle in a while.

“What are you staring at, Parker?” You chuckled out as the two of you began to walk down the hall, a bell chiming to let you know that it was time to head to class. Peter looked down at the ground, grabbing onto his book bag’s straps, and shaking his head to clear the fog that you were causing. He looked next to see that you were looking up at Liz, who was hanging up a Homecoming sign, “Ya know, if I looked like and had as much respect as Liz, maybe high school wouldn’t be so hellish.” 

Your pen pointed in the direction of Liz, Peter’s eyes following the invisible line. His eyes landed on her, her dark skin glowing in the low lighting, but he found nothing there that interested him. His eyes landed back on you, watching as you bit your pretty pink lip and let out a small chuckle, “But that’s too much to ask for, isn’t it.”

Peter shook his head at your insecurities, moving to grab your hand to pull you into homeroom, until someone’s hand cut in front of his and reached for your ass. His instincts got the best of him, and his reflexes moved to grasp the hand quickly, twisting the guy around and holding his arm down. You had already began to walk into homeroom, not even noticing the intervention amongst all the hustle and bustle, “If you ever, and I mean ever, touch her or even think about touching her…The pain’ll be way worse than what you’re feeling right now.” 

Peter released the guy, the older boy cradling his arm and running towards the direction of the nurse. Peter smirked at his work, even if he was your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, it didn’t mean that he had to be friendly to pigs. Who knew that science and technology geeks/nerds could be such vile people. But then again, he did know Flash Thompson. 

Your P.E. uniform was a little shorter than you had remembered it being a couple months ago, the shorts only covering your thigh till about mid way. You knew the comments you were about to receive, especially from Flash, who was somehow a Senior in a Sophomores’ class. You never understood how legs could be attractive to men, everyone had them and yours weren’t anything special, so what made you so appealing to boys like Flash. 

“(y/n), over here!” Peter waved you over towards him and Ned, smiling brightly at you as he flailed his appendage. You laughed at him as you walked towards them, the thoughts of Flash and your short-shorts leaving your mind as swiftly as they had entered.

“Hey Ned, where were you this morning?” You ask as you sit beside them, smiling as MJ and waving to her before the boy answered you. He answered with a shrug and a confident side smile at you, “I had a doctor’s appointment in Harlem.” You only nodded and looked forward as the gym teacher began to speak, but not without noticing how Flash and his gang were nudging each other and looking over their shoulders at you. 

Peter also was taking these glances in as he sat beside you, his jaw clenching as he saw your cheeks turn red and the small spark you had disappear once again. He shook his head as he stood up to get into line to start the circuit they were being told to do today. He wished that he could use his webbing to hang Flash from the ceiling and leave him there, leave him somewhere where he couldn’t even think of you.

“Yes, mom. I’ll call you when I get to Peter’s, no we are not dating. Why do you always ask that?” You chuckled out, a blush dancing on your cheeks at the thought of dating your very attractive best friend, “Love you too, mom. See you later.” You said into the phone as you walked down the sidewalk towards the subway tram that would take you to Queens. Your apartment was in Lower Manhattan, just a borough or two away from Queens, but the walk was WAY too far to travel by foot. The Subway was the fastest you could do, seeing as it was five o'clock and traffic in New York City is literally hell on earth.

The Subway ride didn’t take to long, and New Yorkers often kept to themselves, so your journey to Peter’s was pleasant. The breeze that accompanied you to his apartment was nice, as well, the fall weather beginning to change the colors of the leaves. You made your usual walk up to his door and knocked three times, totally not expecting Peter to be the one to answer the door, seeing as it was usually May. 

So when he did answer the door, with one hand holding it open and the other in his back pocket, you couldn’t help being surprised. You quickly recovered and smiled at him, readjusting the book in the crook of your arm. Your hair was tucked behind your ear, showing the pink tips of embarrassment as you remembered what your mom had mentioned earlier. 

Peter stared at the painting in front of him, the beautiful painting of the best friend he was falling helplessly in love with. He knows that he had seen you earlier at school, literally wearing the same thing, but the blush that creeped up your cheeks made your freckles jump at him. The usual book in the crook of your arm was switched, you must have finished it after school, this book’s cover being navy with silver script. Your (y/e/c) eyes had held that slight sparkle that he always longed to see in them, making his light up in happiness. 

Realizing how long he had been looking at you, he quickly ushered you into the apartment. You sent a friendly hello to May, who was in the kitchen cooking some contraption she had seen on Pinterest earlier at work. She greeted you with a smile and a quick ‘Hello (y/n)!’ before some alarm went off. Peter took this as his cue to suggest going to his room, before leading the way that you already knew by heart. 

“So you already finished the book from Wednesday?” He asked, trying to make conversation. You laughed as you looked towards the navy book, with a nod following after, “Yeah, it only took me two days, I think that’s a new record!” 

Peter smiled brightly at you with an amused smile as he watched your eyes light up. Peter sat in his swivel chair as you took your usual spot on his bunk bed, “So when did Ned say he’d be here? Is he still bringing the Lego Death Star?” Peter asked as you opened your book to begin reading again, you looked up at him sharply and furrowed your eyebrows. 

“Oh-Um-I think he said around six-thirty. But who knows?” You shrugged, as you looked back down at your book. Peter began to get antsy with just sitting around while things could be happening out in the city, bad things. He looked out the window as his knee bounced, you looking up at the annoying tendency when the shaking became loud enough to hear.

“Peter.” You warned, sending him a side glance, him peering over at you with a shy and embarrassed look. You sent him a funny smile, letting you know that you were just joking. He sent you his own version of his funny look, and the two of you went back to what you were doing before. Peter had just began fixing a broken web fluid holder, when you looked up from your book and began to think out loud. 

“Do you think I’m nice to look at?“ 

Peter practically choked on his spit, spinning his chair towards you and looking at you wide eyed, “W-what did you just say?” 

“You know what I said, Parker.” You said plainly, blinking at him softly as if what you had said shouldn’t have affected him the way it did. You’re (y/h/c) fell slightly into you face, and even in his stunned trance, he just wanted to reach out and tuck the strand behind your ear. His eyes softened at you as he thought on this, watching as you tucked the piece behind your ear before he could and looking at you expectantly. 

“Well…Uh-uh. If you’re asking me if you’re p-pretty…t-then the answer…I-it’s-it’s….y-yes. You’re actually very-very beautiful, in my opinion.” He stunned himself with his stuttered out confession, absent mindedly playing with his web-shooter capsules as he talked, tinkering with them and looking at you every other word. When he was finished, his doe-like eyes finally came up to meet your, each of your expressions matching the others.

“Y-you th-think I’m beautiful?” Your voice hitched in your throat. You hadn’t expected that reaction at all, you expected his reaction to be more like Flash Thompson, but then again…Peter Parker was nothing like Flash Thompson, nor was he like anyone else in the existence of man. 

Peter‘s blush was the reddest blush he might ever have painted on his cheeks, he stuttered out words again, not wanting to make eye contact until he did. Your own blush was painted across your cheeks, freckles and all holding a dark pink. He smiled softly at you as he finally found his words.

“The most beautiful person I’ve ever met.”

Hey guys! Who’s ready to build this death star—OH. A-am I interrupting something?” 

The Signs On Homecoming Night
  • Aries: The king/queen of the dance floor
  • Taurus: Doesn't dance unless someone forces them to
  • Gemini: Spends most of the time in the bathroom trying to make themselves look better
  • Cancer: The one that doesn't want to be there but was forced to go
  • Leo: Sneaks alcohol into the dance
  • Virgo: Singing all of the songs as loudly as they can
  • Libra: The one who starts the dance circle
  • Scorpio: Non stop PDA with their date
  • Sagittarius: Gets bored after 30 minutes and starts to wander the school
  • Capricorn: The one who requests the same song over and over again
  • Aquarius: The one who makes up a new dance and has everyone doing it with them (kind of looks like a music video)
  • Pisces: The one that is on their phone most of the time