i actually remembered this year

like a john hughes movie [peter parker x reader]

words: 1042, whoop

summary: you and peter are in your final year of high school and suddenly you start worrying about your relationship

tw: it’s just really fluffy, maybe one or two swear words :)

a/n: i recently watched “breakfast club” again and suddenly had this idea for this imagine. + i haven’t posted one in the longest time, soooo have fun and please PLEASE leave comments, i very much appreciate them xx 


Street lights cast their shadow on the ground. Small, nearly hidden rays of sunshine creeped up between the buildings. The sky was hollowed in purple-red colours, welcoming the day right above you. There was quiet, unusual for a city like New York. Everybody was still asleep, but you two weren’t.

For hours, the two of you have been trotting around Queens, nearly being awake for a whole day, but you two didn’t care. Or at least, you didn’t. As always, you didn’t know what went through Peter’s mind or what he was thinking in that very moment.

It was the 20th of January, the new year has just started and you’ve already worried more about your life than you did in the last year. In some months, the two of you would graduate and both of your lives will probably head in two separate directions and this thought was the scariest to you. Peter was not only your first boyfriend, he was the first person you truly loved and felt the safest with. And you worried that in some months…this would just be gone.

“You’re really quiet tonight”, Peter said.

“Am I?”

The two of you stopped walking.

“Look at me”, he said, lifting your chin with his hand, so your eyes were meeting his, “you’re not okay. I see that.”

You sighed. “Peter, it’s like 6 in the morning and I’m tired and I just wanna go home. Like, we’ve been awake for so long. I’m just tired.”

“You’re never really just tired”, he scoffed, putting his arm around your waist.

“Oh, shut up”, you giggled, as you two continued to walk home.


“We gotta be quiet, I don’t wanna wake up Aunt May”, Peter whispered, holding the door open for you, as you walked into his flat. The warmth hit you, making you feel home immediately.

“Ohoh, poor boy’s scared, he’s gonna get in trouble for being loud”, you chuckled in a whisper.

“Shut up”, he mumbled with a slight smile drawn across his face.

“Come on, you’re fighting criminals like every day of your life, but you’re afraid of your Aunt? That’s quite adorable, Pete!”

Peter loved how you could always make him laugh, even in the times of his deepest sorrow. You were always the one, to cheer him up and to make things good again.

He watched you as you took off your coat. Snowflakes made it a little bit damp. You frowned when you noticed it, hung it up and turned around.

“Are you alright?”, you asked confused. Peter kept staring at you, being completely blown away by how you were still able to look so beautiful, even after being horribly tired. A small ray of sunshine snuck into the dark flat, leaving you in an angelic haze behind. Truly, you looked like an angel. Most of the time, but even more in this very moment.

He slowly closed the door, making sure it wouldn’t shut with a loud bang.

“Can we go to your room now? I’m tired”, you dramatically whined, resting your head against the chest of your boyfriend.

Peter stroke your back, feeling your warmth against his body.

“Anything you want, babe.”

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how did red skull tie his shoesies?

with little nazis

Attention all writers

Don’t. Delete. Your work. Don’t throw it away, burn your paper notes and scribbles, character doodles and failed verses. Keep a record of everything you do, every trip and every hilariously bad piece of work. Because often its hard to see the quality of your own work up close. In a few years, you’ll be rummaging around trying to find a different paper, and you’ll find some scrumpled draft scene from a book you started writing but gave up on. And you’ll read through it, and there’ll be lines that /sing/. You won’t recognise your work for the first few lines, and you’ll be thrown out of the writers chair and into the audience for the first time, and you’ll be able to have the magical experience of hearing your own words and not knowing how the sentence ends. And yeah, sometimes it’ll be laughably bad, but then you can see how far you’ve come. And when its not bad, its usually really, really good.
Keep your notes. Keep copies of your drafts and keep your old notebooks. You are your own best inspiration.

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hey! it has apparently been over a year since i posted that first drawing, which is,, wild. yikes. anyway miryam said i should redraw one of my old drawings since i recently hit 5k posts, so ? here? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

stammi vicino has been playing in my head for 72 hours

“Is Bruce in here?” Tim figured he might be— Bruce spent a lot of time in the children’s wing of Wayne Enterprises. There were a dozen or so kids in daycare most weekdays, and Bruce liked to hang out.

Tim liked to hang out too. They had nice snacks, and he’d known most of the kids since they were toddlers. And sometimes naps were mandatory.

“Conference call,” Damian told him. (For someone who claimed to hate naps, snackfood, kids, and humanity in general, Damian also spent a lot of time in the children’s wing.) “I don’t know where.” 

He went back to what he was doing, which was arranging a set of pewter soldiers into a complex model of a battlefield, presumably for the benefit of the preschooler sitting next to him. 

“What’s this?”

“The Battle of Issus, 333 BC.”

“Right, obviously.” Tim decided he was curious, so he settled down on the mats to watch.  Damian finished his model; he pulled a marker from the art table and used it as a pointer. 

“Okay. This is the Macedonian army, outnumbered but in the better tactical position, south of the Pinarus River. Their leader is Alexander the Great. And this—” He pointed to his enemy line. “—is the Achaemenid Empire. They’re about to lose.”

Damian tapped his marker on the Macedonian right. “This is the companion calvary, Alexander’s elite force, and they—” he cut off when he noticed his pupil digging in the toy bin, clearly distracted. The kid came up with a battered Transformer, which he set behind Damian’s lines. 

“Elliot. Alexander did not have robots.”

“But,” said Tim, rummaging through the box himself, “did he have wizards?” He pulled a bearded magician out of the tub and held it up for Damian to see. 

“You know he didn’t.”

Tim passed the wizard to Elliot. “But what if he did?”

“Drake.”

“How would that go?”

Drake.”

“Abracadabra, Alexander!” Elliot yelled, gleefully smashing through Damian’s entire left flank.

“Damn it, Drake.” Damian sighed in frustration— not quite the rise Tim was hoping for, but still something. He dropped Elliot’s discarded robot back into the box.

“I don’t know what you were expecting,” Tim told him. “Elliot’s four. He’s too young for— what is this— military history?”

“He was doing fine before you showed up.” Damian started to re-erect his soldiers, but he gave it up after Elliot came in for a second pass. “Which is typical, isn’t it?”

“Good one.”

“Thank you.” Damian crossed his arms. “Fine. I’ll bite. When is he supposed to learn this kind of thing?”

“High school? Maybe never.”

“That can’t be right.”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“Frequently.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m getting a second opinion.”

“I’ll wait.”

Damian checked the room for potential allies. “Thomas?” he called over his shoulder, “You learned military strategy as a kid, right?”

Duke looked up from the book he was reading to a pair of kindergardeners. “Just you, man.”

“Told you.” Tim fished a bag of plastic ninja from the toy box and arranged them pointedly into a row. “How are you still surprised by this kind of thing?”

Damian glared at him. “Okay, first of all? I’m not a— hold on a second. Elliot!”

Elliot froze with a large, plastic dinosaur held aloft over the battlefield. He drew it sheepishly back to his chest. “Sorry.”

“Not in the calvary wing,” Damian told him. “You’ll scare the horses.”

“Here?” Elliot pointed to the front of the phalanx.

“Yes.”

“RAWR.”

“Aim for his center.” Damian turned back to Tim. “Anyway. Why are you still talking to me? I thought we had an agreement about unnecessary contact.”

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One of the nicest feelings?? Is when a friend remembers the thing you really don’t like and/or the thing you really like without being prompted for a reminder. Like if my own family can’t remember a simple, yet vital thing to my personality, why would other people? And yet they do… and its just… really nice

  • Kyungsoo: *looking at his thighs*
  • Jongin: What are you looking at hyung?
  • Kyungsoo: Thighs
  • Kyungsoo: My thighs are soo full because they are full of secrets
  • Jongin: ...
  • Kyungsoo: ...
  • Jongin: So wrap them around my ears and lemme hear all of them :)
  • Kyungsoo: *is about to cry bc jongin is just so beautiful*
  • Baekhyun: i sweAR TO GOD-
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this cutscene kills me every single time i see it & i wanted to redraw it eventually, & i finally got around to it, so *slides this over on the good china*

i still need to actually finish this game OTL

(4 out of 5 dentists recommend clicking for full view)

(( Hey guys! As you all know by now it’s been a long while since I’ve properly updated this blog so I thought it’s time to give y’all a final update.

This ask!blog is now on indefinite hiatus.

As much as I love Luciano and ask!blogging, I think it’s time I move on. My priorities and interests have shifted, and ask!blogging is no longer something I have the consistent energy to do anymore. I might update once in a blue moon here if nostalgia hits but I make no actual promises.

If some of you guys have been with me since my early Egypt ask!blog days or when I began this ask!blog, man, it’s been an up and down ride but it’s been a pleasure. I’ll still draw my muses from time to time over on my personal blog @yenpon though if you guys ever want to see them again.

Thanks for all the support and love and for sticking with me and my art over the past few years, guys.

And that’s all folks! ))

….I just heard about Melanie Martinez and what she did, and ugh.. I’m so disgusted. I remember her years ago from The Voice and I actually liked her and thought she was nice, even liked a few of her songs. But the fact that she raped her best friend… That is so, so wrong. It doesn’t matter if she’s a female; a female can rape a female, a male, anyone, and she should be treated just the same as any rapist. Ugh, that’s so messed up that she would do that. So messed up.

just realized i never posted my piece for @runcharityzine… i’m hoping it’s okay to post at this point?