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anonymous asked:

I heard you wanted a prompt: Rey and Kylo bonding over a spar.

I’m so sorry this took so long, nonny! You are my first Reylo prompt, and I have to admit ‘sparring’ is not something I am familiar with in terms of writing, but I hope you like what I came up with! Also sorry this is more of a one shot rather than a short drabble hahaha.

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Send me numbers..

Wait, these are actually hella cute questions.”

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

4. Are you easy to get along with?

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

15. What good thing happened this summer?

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

19. Do you like bubble baths?

20. Do you like your neighbors?

21. What are you bad habits?

22. Where would you like to travel?

23. Do you have trust issues?

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

26. What do you do when you wake up?

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

30. Do you ever want to get married?

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

33. Spell your name with your chin.

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

40. What do you want to do after high school?

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

43. Do you smile at strangers?

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

46. What are you paranoid about?

47. Have you ever been high?

48. Have you ever been drunk?

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

53. Favourite makeup brand?

54. Favourite store?

55. Favourite blog?

56. Favourite colour?

57. Favourite food?

58. Last thing you ate?

59. First thing you ate this morning?

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

62. Been arrested? For what?

63. Ever been in love?

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

65. Are you hungry right now?

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

67. Facebook or Twitter?

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

69. Are you watching tv right now?

70. Names of your bestfriends?

71. Craving something? What?

72. What colour are your towels?

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

75. Favourite animal?

76. What colour is your underwear?

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

80. What colour pants?

81. Favourite tv show?

82. Favourite movie?

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

87. First person you talked to today?

88. Last person you talked to today?

89. Name a person you hate?

90. Name a person you love?

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

92. In a fight with someone?

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

95. Last movie you watched?

96. Favourite actress?

97. Favourite actor?

98. Do you tan a lot?

99. Have any pets?

100. How are you feeling?

101. Do you type fast?

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

103. Can you spell well?

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

108. What should you be doing?

109. Is something irritating you right now?

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

111. Do you have trust issues?

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

113. What was your childhood nickname?

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

115. Do you play the Wii?

116. Are you listening to music right now?

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

118. Do you like Chinese food?

119. Favourite book?

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

121. Are you mean?

122. Is cheating ever okay?

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

125. Do you believe in true love?

126. Are you currently bored?

127. What makes you happy?

128. Would you change your name?

129. What your zodiac sign?

130. Do you like subway?

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

134. Can you count to one million?

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

137. How tall are you?

138. Curly or Straight hair?

139. Brunette or Blonde?

140. Summer or Winter?

141. Night or Day?

142. Favourite month?

143. Are you a vegetarian?

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

145. Tea or Coffee?

146. Was today a good day?

147. Mars or Snickers?

148. What’s your favourite quote?

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

GUYS! I’m doing an art project for school and I’m currently collecting team or sports slogans/mottos/encouraging and/or inspiring short sayings or chants! (“Everybody ropes everybody rides”/ “Stand with us” for example)

The league, or no league, sport, country (any language is okay as long as you can provide me with a translation), doesn’t matter! If you know any please reblog this post and add them in the tags or reply to this post!
Even if you can’t come up with any reblogging this post to spread the word would help me out a lot!

(I don’t want them to be too team or sport specific, “insert team city + Hockeytown”, “Sharks territory” or “Welcome to RangersTown” for example are too specific, even the color ones are a bit too specific for my purposes)

i have a serious question about transphobia as it permits to my sexuality:

i’ve come to identify as a lesbian, right? ok. ok. am i problematic or transphobic if i’m penis repulsed, when it comes to transwomen who don’t want or cannot have bottom surgery? like, what i mean is i would never have a problem being with a trans woman, but when it comes to that part of things idk! i don’t know how to word this right. i hope that my point is getting across as inoffensively and genuinely curiously as possible, i just don’t know tbh! i’m always too afraid to ask but i dont know if i’m being scummy for feeling that way…


This is all that matters to me.

*Tries to contain my inner fangirl shipper self*





Embers (Teaser)

The sudden explosion sent Hiro’s small frame flying through the air. A pained cry erupted from his lips from the rather excruciating impact. The raven knew he had been careless enough to have allowed himself to be in such a predicament but he couldn’t tear his eyes off the scene before him.

Orange and yellow hues accented the figure standing in the heart of the demolished terrain. There was no doubt in Hiro’s mind that he was the cause of this fiery abyss but the reason was why? Why would ‘he’ of all people be hell bent on causing destruction?

The flames twirled and whisked gracefully around the antagonist’s form as he closed in the distance between them. Amber eyes were wide in the horrid concoction of horror and disbelief. The ghosts of his past were finally catching up on him leaving nothing but agony and turmoil in its wake.

This couldn’t be the same person that watched out for him all his life. This couldn’t be the same big brother he looked up to. No, this man before him was just wearing a mask. This ‘thing’ couldn’t be Tadashi.

The cackling of the fire subdued an eerie silence to befall them until ‘he’ decided to speak.

“Long time no see, knucklehead.”

“T-Tadashi….?” he rasped.

I was planning on making a Sunfire! Tadashi Marvel inspired comic. This was supposed to be just the teaser but honestly this took way too long than expected. I have a lot of idea’s spinning around in this head of mine but I’ve been really busy as of late.

Although I might be continuing this in a simplified monochromatic form of comic! So stay tuned for that (maybe)(hopefully)!

Enjoy <3

Not So Simple Misunderstanding

Julian overhears some things he wasn’t meant to when Barry is stressed beyond his limits, and is heartbroken.

Part ½ :)

Joe could tell, just glancing his sons face, that Barry was having one of his off days. He could read it in the furrow of his brow, the flush in his cheeks, and the curl and uncurl of his fist; a sign he was feeling impatient or agitated. Well, that and the fact that there was a coffee stain that ran from the center of his chest all the way down to the bottom of his shirt. The fact that the shirt was white didn’t help to hide it.
“That’s a new look for you, Barr. Changing up your style on us? I was getting so used to hoodies and sneakers.” He smirked, hoping the gentle teasing would help to relax the boy. Barry didn’t seem to hear him, glancing nervously up the stairs as if contemplating whether he should go up. Immediately, Joe knew what was troubling him and sighed, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder to ensure he got Barrys attention, “I know it’s been tough for you, dealing with this new timeline and worrying about Caitlyn’s powers, but you’re putting unnecessary stress on yourself if you’re worrying about Julian now, too. So you’re a little late, that’s nothing new, Run home and change your shirt, it will barely make a difference. You know he’ll be pissed off either way. How did you even manage a stain like that?”
Almost automatically, Barry explained, “I noticed I was about to be late, so I ran, straight into stale coffee that someone dumped out their car window.”
“You don’t even know whose coffee it is?” Joe asked, a slight smile twitching on his face, “Go change, and be quick about it.”
Barry studied him a moment before giving in with a sigh, and Joe barely felt him dash out from under his arm before he was back with a new shirt, his hair wind-swept but his face just as pinched as it had been when he had first come through the doors. Barry smiled apologetically, and explained, mussing his hair further as he rubbed the back of his neck, “Sorry, it’s just been a difficult few days, and I’m really not up to dealing with Julian today. With everything going on with Caitlyn…I just really want to be there for her, you know? I mean, it’s my fault she’s dealing with these powers at all, I feel bad ducking out all the time. When I got my speed, I had someone there to teach me how to use it, but with her…she’s alone.”
“Hey, listen to me,” Joe shook his head, his stomach curling as he read the guilt in his sons face, “Caitlyn is not alone; she’s got all of us here to support her, and we will figure this out in time. We always do. Right now, you just need to focus on your job; rumor has it that Singh has taken note of your tardiness, and with the nagging from Julian, it’s only a matter of time before he does something about it. You’ve got to stay in his good books, Barr, or your life os only going to be more difficult than it already is.”
“Yeah, well, it’s hard to do right by Julian, so I may as well not try.” Barry shook his head, looking exhausted. Before Joe could respond, Barry hitched his bag up higher on his shoulder, gave a tight smile, and headed towards the stairs to get to the labs.
Just before he disappeared from view, Joe called after him, feeling he had to try at least once more, “Barry!”
Barry stopped and turned, an eyebrow quirked in question, and Joe continued, doing his best to smile encouragingly, “If you in expecting to be defeated, you’ve already lost the battle. Nobody I know could possibly hate Barry Allen. Chin up.”
He felt his chest swell with pride when he saw the smile tugging at Barrys lips, despite his best efforts to keep it at bay. Confident that he had aided him in avoiding disaster with Julian, Joe moved on to his desk, sinking slightly as he noticed the pile of paperwork he had left last night had doubled in size already. He remembered what he told Barry, and forced a smile as he set to work.

The smile didn’t last long, and apparently neither did Barry’s, as Captain Singh cornered him as he came down the stairs at half past noon for lunch. Joe could already sense trouble, and moved closer to the front desk to listen in, though it wasn’t difficult with how their voices were raised, Barry arguing heatedly, “It was barely ten minutes! You can’t really be taking his side on this?”
“I’m sorry, but I’ve told you before that your tardiness is in issue. Julian is right; it reflects badly on the department and it sends a bad message to other employees if I keep letting you get away with it. I’m your boss, I can’t play favorites, and letting it go on for this long is simply unprofessional. It’s just a warning, Allen, but if you come to work late again I will have no choice but to suspend you.”
“So, what is this, I’m on probation now?”
“Just until the end of the month unless it becomes a problem again. I can overlook your being late to crime scenes because or your lack of a car, but showing up late every day to your job is not something i should have let slide for so long. I know the central city busses are more than able to get you here on time, and I’m sure you could find a coworker that is willing to give you a lift. I can’t keep playing babysitter, it’s time I start holding my employees accountable for what they do. Only two more weeks; show me you can do this small thing for me.”
Barry didn’t answer, his jaw clenched, and Captain Singh sighed, turning on his heel and stalking towards his office, waving another officer to follow him, likely to discuss an arrest that had been made an hour ago. Joe waited for Barry to walk to him, and wordlessly followed him away from the desk and towards the center of the floor, so that they stood on the CCPD crest that was emblazoned on the linoleum floor.
“That didn’t seem so bad, you gat a ride with me from now on. I know I show up an hour earlier than you do, but if thats what it takes to get you off the hook, I think it’s our best plan. It’s really–”
“You didn’t hear all of it. You know, I am so sick of Julian’s constant judgement. I was yelled at over being disorganized, when, excuse me, you try and maintain a perfect workspace when you’re constantly being called out to save someone or fight some meta. The worst part, you know, is that Julian just sat there, all smug like he’d won something. I could tell he was loving every minute of it; he painted it where he looks like a prince, and I look like some half-wit delinquent that doesn’t know how to do his job, when both of us know that’s not true.” Barry said breathlessly, a manic edge coloring his voice.
Joe knew a breakdown when he saw one, and this one was fueled by exhaustion, fear, frustration, and embarrassment from being called out by his boss. It was time for damage control; to step in and stop Barry from completely imploding and making things worse on himself–his breakdowns were always followed by guilt, as if Barry didn’t think he deserved to feel how he did; as if he held himself to a different standard than everyone else, and didn’t know how to let himself feel helpless. Barry was on a roll, though, and Joe wasn’t sure he could stop him if he tried, now that he was getting everything off of his chest.
“He thinks he’s so proper, and he knows best, but I’m not the one that nearly shot a kid, am I? He’s conveniently forgetting that when he complains to Singh, I’ve noticed. Always acting so smug, with his little digs, and his comments, and the dirty looks he gives me–even when I’m not looking, I can feel when he’s glaring at me.”
“Barry,” Joe tried to interrupt, knowing that while Barry may not like the guy, he wouldn’t typically be so harsh, and the fact that he was proved he was suffering more than he let on to Joe, or to anyone else, for that matter.
“You know,” Barry spat, almost like his Julian thinks you’re all playing favorites. Bet he never considered that it’s just that nobody can stand him, and he shouldn’t be surprised; even his parents don’t want him around. I get it, really; I hate him so much I would have him move countries too, if I could.“
“Barry, stop, are you hearing yourself? Some of this is on you, too. If you could just humor him and try to be on time, and clean up a little, maybe you two could work it out and–”
It spoke volumes of his mental state that Barry wasn’t phased, and didn’t slow his tirade, complaining in earnest, his eyes wide and almost appearing spooked, “I’ve tried being friendly with him; it doesn’t work. It’s no wonder he has no friends; nobody can stand being around him. I will tear my hair out before I give that smarmy ass a chance.” Barry said, breathing hard as he came to a stop. He didn’t say anything for several seconds, catching his breath, and seemed to suddenly register where he was, blinking in surprise at himself as he stood to his full height, looking bewildered at Joe, and then wincing at the incredulous expression he was being faced with.
Joe waited patiently, not sure what he should say, and decided to let Barry decide what to do about what had just happened. It took several minutes before Barry said, color rising in his face, “I don’t know where that came from. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have freaked out, it’s not even a big deal, I’ll just get here early from now on. No problem. I’ll…”
He trailed off and Joe shook his head, patting Barry’s arm and telling him sympathetically, “That was your exhaustion speaking, not you. I get it. Go home and catch up on sleep. Try not to stress. I’ll tell Singh that you got food poisoning, and had no choice but to head home. I’ll text you when I get off to see how you feel.”
“Joe, I–”
“Go. You’ve earned an afternoon of peace. Besides, you’ll give Julian a break from you, and maybe it will put him in better spirits. You can try again tomorrow.”
Barry snorted, but headed gratefully out the front doors, deciding to walk home, too tired to run. The fresh air felt nice, and helped clear his head. He couldn’t help feeling maybe he was worrying too much.


Singh hardly seemed to mind that Barry had disappeared when Joe told him he was sick after he came back from his lunch break. He caught him as he was coming down the stairs to tell him, and instead of being suspicious he appeared to be concerned, his mouth twisting into a frown as he said, “I hope it’s nothing going around. Albert–Julian, that is, not the Albert working in records–seemed out of sorts, too. You keep away from them if they start running fevers, Detective West, I can’t afford to have a shortage of staff with all these metas cropping up.”
Joe nodded, relieved that Barry hadn’t been accused of skipping work for something trivial, but he couldn’t help feeling suspicious that Julian was feeling under the weather so suddenly. The thought that there was something going on chewed steadily at the back of Joes thoughts as he reluctantly headed back to his desk, as did thoughts about Barry and the stress he as under, and ultimately they kept his mind so occupied that he was the last officer left in the building that wasn’t on late shift. Most of the lights were dim by the time he left, as it was a slow night and most of the day shift had finished what little work needed to be done, leaving a lazy atmosphere for the night shift. Joe would have finished too if he wasn’t so distracted, and headed out with a lazy wave to his fellow officers, who sent him off with a chorus of “Goodnight”’s.
He was nearly out the door when he saw that the light was still on in the upstairs office. Julian should have headed home hours ago, and it wasn’t like him to leave the light on. Against his better judgement, Joe trudged up the stairs, apprehension coiling in his chest.
He ducked his head into the office, and miraculously found it empty. He reached for the light switch to turn out the lights, but a sound from the corner of the room stopped him; a soft snuffling sound, like someone trying very hard not to be heard. He peered around a file case and his heart sank. The office wasn’t empty after all. Julian was hunched over a book about toxic plants and a stack of paperwork about blood samples, and didn’t appear to notice that he wasn’t alone. Joe knew he should have left the young man on his own, seeng that he was upset; eyes rimmed and red, tear streaks dry but visible on his cheeks, but something Barry said that afternoon stuck with him. He was right when he said Julian didn’t have any friends in Central City; Joe hadn’t seen him getting close to anyone, and he knew what loneliness could do to a person; he remembered how hard it was when Iris’s mom first left, but even then he had had the kids to distract him from the pain of feeling utterly alone and abandon. It wasn’t a feeling he liked to revisit, and he could only guess Julian had it much harder, with nobody to talk to, so he tamped down the voice in his head saying it was a bad idea and awkwardly cleared his throat.
Julian jerked in place and slammed his book closed, swiveling around in his chair in alarm, hand already rising to his face to scrub off the evidence that he had been crying. He looked so lost that Joe felt his chest tighten sympathetically, and he wordlessly moved a spare chair closer to the man, lowering himself into it and asking as gently as he could manage, “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.” Julian said hoarsely, not unexpectedly. Joe didn’t expect him to, at least not immediately, and nodded, pretending to look at the blood work papers instead as Julian quickly wiped at his eyes. Apparently, having company only made him more upset.
Joe gave him another minute to compose himself before he turned back towards him and started in again, trying to sound casual, “‘Captain Singh said you weren’t feeling your best. You know, he would understand if you took the day off. Barry felt sick too, it’s why he never came back, but I assume you already knew that.”
“Yeah?” Julian asked, with a weak smile, “I’m sure that’s why he didn’t come back, nothing to do with the fact that he can’t stand me.”
Something in his tone made Joe stiffen, and he briefly wondered if his conversation with Barry had been overheard, but dashed the idea quickly. Julian couldn’t have heard them; he was a floor away…unless he had come down to have his lunch break, and neither Joe nor Barry had noticed. He chanced a look at Julians face and the theory was confirmed when the younger looked towards the floor, but not before Joe read the pain that flashed in his eyes. His stomach sank. He was getting good at reading Julian Albert; he already knew that the man felt lonely, that he feared failure, and that he wanted nothing more than to prove himself worthy to someone; perhaps to Barry most of all.
Nobody else may have noticed the crush Julian was harboring, but Joe West was no idiot, and he had grown to recognize expressions of adoration, no matter how deeply the owner tried to bury them. The expression was still there in Julians face, underneath the hurt layered over it, and Joe winced. He would have tried harder to stop Barry if he had thought there was a chance he would be overheard, especially by his co-worker, who was much more sensitive than he had let on. Julian had to understand that Barry didn’t mean any of what he’d said; that his son didn’t talk about people like that, and that he didn’t ever intend to hut his partner. He didn’t know how to say that, exactly, so he instead sighed heavily and said, “It’s late, let me walk you home. We can talk about what you heard on the way. Barry isn’t–he isn’t like that. He doesn’t do that, or talk about people that way, and–
"Well, don’t I feel special.” Julian scoffed, and Joe realized with horror that this only made it worse, and tears were welling in blue eyes all over again.
He hurried to continue, correcting, “And if he had any idea that you heard that, and that he hurt you, he would never forgive himself.”
“Yes, well, we wouldn’t want the golden boy to feel bad, would we?” Julian sneered, though Joe heard a sniffle that told more than his angry facade ever could.
“It’s Mr. Albert, it you don’t mind, and, you know, I think I’ll walk myself home, thanks.” Julian snapped, and walked briskly away, gathering his jacket and his bad with a swollen-eyed glare that normally would have been impressive.
Joe didn’t protest, and left shortly after Julian disappeared out the front doors. He didn’t know how to fix things, but he did know that Barry was stressed beyond his limits, and Julian was feeling rejected and unwanted. Maybe, he couldn’t help hoping, they could help each other get through things.

lmao am i gonna have to be the one to start this goddamn petition for kida