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Jason, Percy, and Capes

Or; Bi Ace Jason and His Journey of Self-Discovery

Or; Jason is Ace and I Am Projecting

So eventually Percy calling Jason “Superman” becomes kind of a thing between them. Jason only lets Percy call him that, and Percy uses it both to kind of tease Jason when he’s being extra heroic and praetor-y, and also as an affectionate nickname for his friend.

One year for his birthday, Percy buys him a Superman cape. He doesn’t wear it often, but it’s big enough that he uses it as a blanket a lot. When they hang out and play video games together, the winner gets to wear the cape. (He’ll never admit it, but sometimes Jason will let Percy win a little easier so that the cape will smell like sea breeze for a while after he leaves.)

A few months later, he sits Percy down and tells him that he likes boys as well as girls. Percy smiles, tells him that’s awesome! and that he does too, and hugs him. Jason hugs him back, burying his face in Percy’s shoulder. They watch a movie that night instead of playing video games, the Superman cape wrapped around them like a blanket where they sit shoulder-to-shoulder on Jason’s couch.

That year, Percy gets Jason another cape for his birthday. This one is just as big, but rather than red, it’s striped blue, purple, and pink. The bi flag, Percy tells him, a huge grin on his face. Then he unfurls it, and Jason sees the crudely sewn Superman logo in the middle. Jason laughs at that, head thrown back and just so damn happy, and Percy laughs with him. Jason refuses to take the cape off for the rest of the day (not that it mattered, since they spent the rest of the day bingewatching sitcoms on Netflix, but it mattered to Jason.)

Sometime later, they’re sitting next to each other on the couch, Percy’s legs flung across Jason’s lap, their video game controllers left on the coffee table from their last round. The bi flag Superman cape is tied around Jason’s shoulders since he’d been the one to blue shell Percy in the last seconds of the race and take first place. Percy leans forward, close enough that Jason can smell that sea breeze that just seemed to follow Percy everywhere, and starts picking at and fidgeting with the edge of the cape. So, if you’re Superman, he begins, nervousness wobbling his voice, is there any chance… I could be your Lois Lane? Jason smiles at him.

Things are going well between them. Dating is fun, even if sometimes their “dates” only consist of lighting a candle on the coffee table as they share a $5 pizza and watch cartoons together. Really, things between them don’t change much, they just get, well, closer. There’s more touching now, and for the most part, Jason likes it. He likes kissing Percy. He likes kissing Percy a lot, actually. And he likes the touching. He likes holding Percy’s hand, and he likes cuddling with him on the couch without fear of it being awkward. He likes when Percy comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his middle and rests his chin on Jason’s shoulder or presses his forehead to the back of Jason’s neck. He likes when they fall asleep curled up together and wake up with their legs tangled and Percy’s head resting on his chest, even if he drools, the bi flag Superman cape wrapped around them. There’s some things he doesn’t like so much, though. It’s nothing Percy’s done, because Percy would never do something Jason wasn’t explicitly okay with, but it’s the thought of it that bothers him. The thought of removing clothes and touching other places that leaves a distinct feeling of discomfort and repulsion in the pit of his stomach.

Unsure of what to do about it or what it means, he does the only thing he can think of and calls Piper. Surely, a daughter of Aphrodite would know what to do. He tells her what’s been going on, and when he’s done, she tells him that she thinks he may be asexual. When he lets out a noise of confusion, she tells him that it would probably be best if he talked to her half-brother Mitchell, since he actually is ace and could probably explain things better than she could. She gives him her brother’s number, and he thanks her.

Jason steels himself for what is to come. The talk with Mitchell had helped, and now that Jason has the proper words to put with what he’s feeling, he decided it was time to talk to Percy about it. It’s date night, which this time means takeout, a “clean linen” scented candle Jason had bought on sale, and a Star Wars marathon. When Percy steps through Jason’s front door, he greets him with a kiss and tells him he needs to talk to him before dinner. Percy nods, then asks if everything is okay as they sit facing each other on the couch. Jason nods, takes a deep breath, and carefully lays things out on the table, metaphorically speaking. He tells Percy about how much he likes being with him, but how the thought of doing… he fumbles for words… more… makes him nauseous. It’s nothing Percy had done wrong, just that this is who he is. He’s asexual, he explains, sex-repulsed. And he feels Percy has a right to know.

Percy has been nodding along as Jason explains things, ending with how he doesn’t think he’ll ever be okay with doing anything much beyond what they are doing currently. Okay, Percy tells him. He’s happy with how they are now, anyway, and he loves Jason so much that as long as Jason is happy, he will be happy, and that he’s happy Jason’s comfortable enough to tell him and that things are perfect as they are, and—


He’d said—

I love you too, Jason says, and pulls Percy into a tight embrace for a few moments before pulling back and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. That kiss brakes when Percy’s smile grows too big for it. The rest of date night goes off without a hitch, and they fall asleep halfway through Return of the Jedi cuddled together under both Superman capes.

When Jason’s birthday rolls around again, he’s surprised when Percy hands him a familiar looking box. He opens it, and instead of blue, purple, and pink, the cape he pulls out is striped with black, gray, white, and purple. Percy’s grin is so bright Jason can’t help but smile back. He unfurls it, and sees the Superman logo stitched into it, slightly neater than it was on his bi flag one. He hugs Percy then, and Percy hugs him back, whispering I love you, Superman, into the junction of Jason’s neck and shoulder. There’s a lot of kissing after that. Then, they end up curled in the corner of the couch, legs tangled together and Percy half on Jason’s lap. Jason has his newest cape wrapped around his shoulders, while Percy has taken the bi flag one, and the red one lays across their laps. They talk for hours, about everything and nothing, from some new designs Annabeth has been coming up with to which flavor of Starburst tastes the best. Jason isn’t sure exactly when they drift off, but the last thing he remembers is nuzzling into Percy’s hair and being hit with that sea breeze as if he’s actually sitting on the sand and looking out at the ocean itself, and a passing thought about how comfortable and perfect he feels wrapped up there with Percy and all of their capes.


Time for some more whump! It’s Day Two- Hypothermia!

Lance and Keith (read: klance) go to an ice planet.

why do i only ever hurt lance

“Figures,” Lance grumbled. “Stereotypical ice planet. Why couldn’t the rebels have lived on, I don’t know, a tropical island? The entire known universe and we can’t stumble across some beach residents in need of rescue?”

“Lance,” Shiro’s disapproving voice sounded over the coms. “The two of them gave me their only ship. Which means we’re helping them. They’re part of a freedom fighter organization, maybe they can help us.”

“Yeah, okay, but why do I have to be the one that gets sent down here? I’m from Cuba! This is way, way below comfortable temperatures for me.”

“Quit whining,” Keith snapped, glaring at Lance over his shoulder. “Our armor’s designed to keep us warm, and this is below comfortable for anyone. And pick up the pace.”

Lance rolled his eyes, but jogged to catch up to him.

“Sorry, Lance, but the red lion is the best at withstanding extreme temperatures. And it’s smaller, and faster than the other lions, so it can better navigate the terrain,” Shiro explained.

“Wish I had help navigating the terrain now,” Lance muttered under his breath. The two of them were currently struggling through over a foot of snow. “And that doesn’t explain why I had to bring Keith with me.”

“Because going on solo missions to unknown locations is how you get killed,” Pidge pointed out. “Star Wars? Hoth? Luke almost getting annihilated by the abominable snowman? Any of that ring a bell?”

“Quiznaking ice planets. Why are we out of the lion anyway, Shiro? Red’s warm. Do you want us to freeze to death and then have to hide inside the body of a space camel?” Lance’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Star Wars, Keith. Remind me to marathon it with you when we get back to Earth. My niece loves those movies, and she’ll eat all the popcorn, but it’s worth it. Trust me.”

“Would you two take this mission seriously?” Shiro asked. Lance could practically see him rubbing his temples exhaustedly. “I know it’s not exactly high-stakes adventure, but these guys saved my life. You’re not going to go prancing around the planet in your lion and accidentally destroy their hideout.”

Prancing? Shiro, I don’t prance, I'm—”

“Lance, look,” Keith interrupted him and pointed out towards a large stretch of ice before them. It would’ve been a lake, had the planet not had such low temperatures. “Pidge, is that the direction we need to go?”

“Yep,” she told them. “The hideout’s not far from the opposite side.”

Keith sighed. “We’ll have to go around.”

“Woah, what? Keith, that lake is huge! It’d be so much easier to walk straight across,” Lance protested. “I’m not about to freeze to death while we take the scenic route.”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, that’s ice, dumbass. If it can’t support our weight and breaks then we really could freeze to death! That water’s gotta be a lot worse than this.”

“I’m not an idiot, Keith, I know that. Pidge, if I send you a scan can you see if it’ll support us?” Lance asked. Pidge made a noise of affirmation, and Lance used his armor’s scanner to send an analysis of the ice to her.

“It looks pretty thick,” she mused. “I wouldn’t jump up and down or start hacking at it with your bayards if I were you, but you’ll be able to walk across.”

See?” Lance smirked at him. “What’d I tell you? It’s fine.”

“Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, check the lake? What if there’s a… space octopus in there, or something? Or a shark? I mean, they wouldn’t normally live in lakes, but this isn’t Earth so who knows? Are space alligators a thing?” Hunk spoke so fast it was almost difficult to understand.

“Hunk, you’re rambling,” Lance observed with a fond smile. “But don’t worry. The top of the lake is frozen, so they wouldn’t be able to breathe, right? Let alone get to us. If it makes you feel better, I’ll do a full scan of the lake.”

“Nope. No animals down there,” Pidge confirmed a few moments later. “Now would you two hurry up and cross?”

“I still have a really bad feeling about this,” Keith mumbled.

Lance turned towards him with a grin. “We are so watching Star Wars together. In fact, we should see if they have it at the space mall. But sorry, Keith, if you want to go the long way, be my guest. I’m not going to wait any longer than I have to.”

“He really is the true pilot of Red,” Pidge sounded as if she was trying to repress a laugh. “Impatient as all hell.”

Hey!” Keith and Lance exclaimed at the same time.

Pidge snorted. “Just get going already.”

Lance wasted no time in starting out across the lake. He was several paces ahead of Keith, who still hesitated to step out onto it. As he was about to continue forward, Keith stopped in his tracks. He could swear he saw something dark moving below the ice, but Pidge had scanned the lake for life, hadn’t she? It must just be his imagination. He started forward again, but just then the ground shook, and the ice in front of Lance exploded.

He let out a strangled yelp, stumbling away from whatever had just burst out of the lake. Keith could hear the frantic voices of the others in his ears, but it all descended into white noise as he saw the vine that had broken through the ice wrap around Lance’s legs.

He rushed forward, but it was already too late. Keith watched as Lance was dragged into the hole made by the creature, and plunged into the freezing lake.

The water was murky, and dark. Lance could barely see, all he knew was that something was dragging him further and further down into the depths. He didn’t have time to activate his helmet properly before water was rushing into his lungs.

He felt the grip of whatever held him tightening on his legs, and though he tried to kick he couldn’t break free.

Lance forced himself not to panic. Panicking wouldn’t help him. So he collected his thoughts, summoned his bayard, and pointed it down. He still couldn’t see anything, but with luck he’d hit the monster, not himself. He moved his finger to the trigger, aimed for what he hoped wasn’t his leg, and fired.

Judging by the shriek of pain and how the hold on him loosened, Lance guessed the laser met its mark. He kicked upwards immediately, swimming quickly to the surface. However, with limited eyesight and dwindling oxygen, his hands met nothing but ice. Panic started to overtake him again as he desperately scrambled to find the hole which he’d fallen into.

Lance was just starting to give up hope completely when suddenly a hand snagged around his wrist and yanked him to the side, and up to the surface.

Lance sucked in a breath, coughing the water out of his lungs as he collapsed onto the ice. His vision was foggy around the edges, but he could see well enough to notice Keith kneeling over him, breathing heavily.

“Are you okay?” he demanded, hands hovering over Lance’s form. “Are you hurt?”

“What—” Lance coughed again. “What was that… that thing?”

“I… I didn’t scan for plants,” Pidge told him apologetically. “In my defense, I had no idea there would be some crazy strong… Venus flytrap-ish monster living here.”

Now will you listen to me when I tell you something’s a bad idea?” Keith asked, sounding way to relieved to actually come off as angry.

Lance gave him a shaky smile. “I c-could ask you the… the same, S-samurai.”. Keith tensed immediately.

“Why’s he talking like that?” he asked. “He’s… breathing weird, too. And shivering. Pidge, what—”

“Keith. Scan. Now.” Pidge’s voice was suddenly alert, and when Keith complied, she cursed. “Hypothermia. I should’ve guessed. Keith, get him back to the castle. He should be fine, but he needs a pod. Allura and I will come back to the planet in Blue later.”

Keith nodded, picking Lance up in his arms as if he weighed nothing at all, before rushing towards Red. “Hang on, Lance. You’re gonna be fine.”

“You.. you were r-right,” Lance admitted around chattering teeth. “That was a… very b-bad idea.” His eyes started to slide shut.

“Wh— no, Lance, you have to stay awake. C'mon, keep your eyes open. We’re almost there.”

“’M sorry, Keith, b-but it’s… it’s freezing, and you’re r-r-really w-warm,” Lance mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning his head on Keith’s shoulder. “I think… I’ll just take a little n-nap.”

“Lance, no, you’ve got to—” Keith started insistently, but Lance had already passed out in his arms.

Lance fell unceremoniously out of the healing pod, but was luckily caught before he collapsed onto the floor. He looked up to meet Keith’s dark eyes, and promptly groaned. “So, I guess we had another bonding moment.”

Keith bristled. “That’s all you have to say? Not ‘thank you for saving my life?’ After your stupid decision-making skills got you put in a pod for the… how many times has it been now?”

Lance ignored him. “Where are the others?”

“None of them wanted to stay overnight, because, again, you’ve been in this pod way too many times,” Keith told him, unsure if he should point out that Lance had made no move to step back, so Keith was still supporting the entirety of his weight.

“And yet you stayed,” Lance grinned. “Guess I should probably start listening to you, huh?”

“Guess so.”

Lance’s smile turned quickly into a smirk. “Well, that’s too bad, since we both know that’s never going to happen.”

Keith scowled, prepared to drop Lance onto the floor. He would have to, if Lance hadn’t leaned forward at that exact moment and kissed him.

It didn’t last long, but Keith was blushing furiously, anyway. It was nice to see that Lance looked a little flustered, too, though.

“Thanks,” Lance said softly. “For saving my life.”

“Um,” Keith started, brain still trying to understand what was going on. “Did you just— you and I— is this— what?”

Lance laughed, finally stepping back from Keith and turning to walk out the door. “I’m going to go get some food goo, if you’d care to join me.”

Keith watched him go, and stammered out a few more incoherent sentences before rushing after him.


So, a Water Tribe Betrothal Necklace is, traditionally, a hand-carved piece of jewelry given by a bride-to-be’s intended. It’s clear that a very traditional theme to have is a sense of roundness. This is shown by the first four necklaces shown.

The bottom two, Bolin’s, and Kya’s, differ highly from this, making them non-traditional. Now Bolin’s makes sense in the context we’re given from the show. Eska was shown to be slightly deranged and didn’t understand that Bolin wanted to get out of their relationship. The heavy-gothic themes help to show the dread, despair, and chain-like quality Bolin must feel. Despite this though, it still features a somewhat-round centerpiece like the traditional necklaces do.

But, Kya’s is also different. We found out via Word of God that Kya is LGBTA+. If she’s wearing a necklace, does this mean that her (assumed) wife carved it for her? Did Kya carve out one similarly for her wife? 

I like to assume that the design Kya wears also symbolizes how her relationship is non-traditional, just as her necklace is.

Also don’t picture Korra and/or Asami carving and giving the other a necklace.

You're so dark • Shawn Mendes

Originally posted by mercyshawns

a/n: oh hey, totally didn’t see you there. This is just some good'old Shawn fluff (not smut, sorry if u see this in the smut tag) inspired by the song ‘You’re so dark’ by the Arctic Monkeys. Enjoy! also feedback is wholly appreciated!   ☼  ☼ 

MASTERLIST - Hey come and check out some of my other mildly average writing!

and you’re so mysterious / got that obsession with death / i saw you driving your prius / and even that was munster koach-esque / you watch italian horror and you listen to the scores / leather-clad and spike collar / i want you down on all fours / cause you’re so dark, babe - You’re so dark, Arctic Monkeys

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Skyrim Fanfiction

I used to be the DM for a D&D lunchtime club at my high school. It was my final year as a student there so I had decided to hand over the position of club leader to one of the other members. Just for fun, I set up a final quest where they would have to infiltrate the castle of the Dungeon Master and defeat her to gain control of the D&D world. Since the DM was in control of the world, she was invincible so the PCs had to explore the castle to find items that would counteract her invincibility. One such item was a notebook full of her poorly written fanfiction and thus, this conversation occurred:

Ranger(OOC): Oooh bad fanfics! This character is basically you, right? So does this mean you write fanfics about yourself?

Me: (sighing) Yes I do

Ranger(OOC): Will you read them to us?

Me: NO

Mage(OOC): Come on, please! Just a little bit, you don’t have to read the whole thing!

Druid(OOC): I know! Roll a d20 and if you get an 18 or higher you have to read us part of one of your fanfics

I’d been rolling pretty low all lunch so I thought it would be fine and it would get them to shut up so I went for it. I got a 19. At least it wasn’t a nat 20 I guess…

Ranger: YES

Me: (head in hands) …what do you want me to read?

Ranger: Didn’t you joke about writing something called ‘Dragonbride’ once? Read that one!

And thats how a group of sixteen year olds got me to read out part of a really bad fanfic I wrote about myself and a character from Skyrim. I hope the Ranger is having fun being the new club leader.

Concept: Mickey and Emil have been friends basically since they both began skating. They’re really close, and when I say close I mean HELLA. Sleepovers, friendship bracelet exchange when they were 12 (Emil still wears his outside of skating, and while Mickey will never admit it he still keeps his in his wallet of all places), the whole deal. Sara is also part of their friend group, but she’s definitely not as close to Emil as Mickey is.

And then puberty hits and Mickey suddenly becomes very aware of Emil and his closeness to Sara. In reality, nothing’s really changed, but he’s begun to get a weird tight feeling in his chest whenever he sees Emil smiling and laughing with Sara. He begins to be a lot more protective over Sara because that’s what it’s gotta be, right? Sara is getting prettier each year, and as her big brother he has a responsibility to keep men from taking advantage of her. Even if it’s Emil, who he’s known for years. Anyways, there’s nothing else this feeling can be, right? Right. Nothing more than protectiveness.

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What Normani saw on Camila’s phone will remain one of the biggest mysteries😂😂😂😂 my guess is it was either a camren fanfic or manip😏😂

I wanna see Septimus mad.
I want to see him livid. I want to see purple flames of magyk form a wall behind him as he takes down the source of his anger. I want to see other people fear the power he can wield. I want other to have that “oh shit” moment. That “I goaded the wrong person” moment. I want to see him wield the “power of the seventh son of the seventh son.” I want to see him forming defense. I want to see him fighting for his life and see him tapping into this incredible power that he supposedly has.


Just a short silly piece today. Written for this week’s @txf-prompt-box challenge: Someone falling asleep during an important meeting. Bonus:
How is the sleeping person woken up? Double bonus: Told from a 1st person POV. Set in season 7. 

Also tagging @fictober and @today-in-fic

I don’t often admit this, but I can sleep just about anywhere. I’ve woken up, or startled awake, in cars, in planes and once at a restaurant. As easily as I fall asleep, though, the opposite is true for Mulder. Sometimes it seems to me like he can only find rest when the stars align.  

That, apparently, is not the case today. He’s quiet, which is never a good sign in any case, and sitting still. Mulder never sits still during a meeting, important or not. I should be listening to what Skinner is talking about; I swear he keeps throwing us looks even though we’re in the back of the room, half hidden in the shadows. A good thing, too, because Mulder’s head lolls about and eventually lands on my shoulder. I leave it there for a moment, the weight welcome. If Mulder is asleep, he can’t distract me. I can listen to Skinner’s monologue about - Mulder’s head shoots up and he looks around, confused and lost like a puppy. Mulder blinks at me with glassy eyes as if he’s never seen me before. 

“Meeting. Skinner.” I mouth using simple words that hopefully penetrate his brain. I motion to the front of the room where Skinner is currently fighting with the projector. Mulder nods, turns towards Skinner’s voice. Great. Now I can listen for real. I’ve jotted down a few notes that make no sense to me at the moment. I’ll go through them afterwards. Less than five minutes later the sound of Skinner’s voice and my pen scratching against paper is disrupted by Mulder snoring. Oh no. I stare him intently as if that could wake him. It doesn’t. I nudge his side but Mulder sleeps on. Another snore that’s luckily quiet enough only I can hear it. But I know I’ve got to wake him up. I put my hand on his thigh, squeeze it. Nothing happens. I squeeze again, harder, digging my nails into him. Mulder, instead of waking up, moans. And not even out of hurt. Chairs squeak as a few heads turn around to us. I quickly take my hand off Mulder’s thigh; they talk about us enough as it is. When I’m sure that no one is looking at us anymore, I lean in closer to Mulder. I’m momentarily distracted by how good he smells. 

“Mulder.” I whisper as insistently as I can. No reaction. His breathing is deep, even. If I’d known Skinner’s voice had this effect on him, I would have recorded it years ago. 

“Mulder!” I put my mouth directly to his ear. He shudders, sighs, and sleeps on. Mulder and frustration go hand in hand, but right now I am so agitated I seriously consider slapping him. There’s another sure fire way to wake him up, one I’ve only recently discovered. It’s not something I care to do in a room full of other agents, though.

It’s time to accept that no matter how important this meeting might be, I have no idea what it is about. Thanks to Rip Van Winkle next to me. I put my hand back on his thigh and this time I dig my nails into it hard. Really hard.

“No!” Mulder yelps and his head shoots up. The room falls silent, heads turn around again and Skinner squints to see us better.

“You don’t agree with my assessment, Agent Mulder?”

“Uhm…” Mulder looks at me, pleadingly. “Excuse me, Sir.” Mulder scrambles to his feet and flees the room. Leaving me with the mess as always.

“Agent Scully?”

“I think I should make sure Agent Mulder is all right.” I mumble and Skinner nods. We’ll be summoned to his office later, his expression says. I squeeze past other agents, used to their pitying and amusing looks. I expect to find Mulder right outside the door, but he’s not there. Since almost every agent is in the briefing room, I don’t have any qualms about stepping into the men’s restroom.

“Mulder?” I ask loudly just in case. 

“Is this not the men’s room?” I hear a miserable voice from behind the door.

“It is,” I say and walk closer, “Open the door, sleepyhead.” It swings open with a soft squeak. He looks just as terrible as he just sounded.

“Are you all right?”

“What happened in that room, Scully?”

“You were asleep and I… I woke you up. I’m sorry, Mulder. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You weren’t waking up.”

“You didn’t hurt me,” he says but he’s rubbing this thigh, “I was asleep?”

“Comatose, basically.” I smile at him so that he knows there are no bad feelings. His sad puppy eyes get me every time. The longer I look at him now, the more I am convinced that something is off. “Mulder, how are you feeling?” His eyes are still glassy. Sweat glistens on his forehead and his cheeks are covered in a soft pink tinge.

“Sleepy. I’m sorry I fell asleep, Scully.” I get closer to him and touch his forehead. It feels warm.

“It’s all right, Mulder. I think you might be having a cold.”

“I’m not sick, Scully.” He answers quickly. “I was uhm… having a dream.” The tinge intensifies. 

“A dream?” He nods. “What about?”

“You,” he lifts his head and eyes me carefully, “and me.” I can tell what nature that dream was just by his look. Now it’s me who blushes. We haven’t been dating long and every admission that he thinks about me in ‘that way’ still feels new and unreal. 



“I guess it’s a good thing then that I didn’t do that other thing to wake you.”

“What other thing?” He grins; he knows exactly what I’m talking about. I don’t care, though. The meeting is a lost cause anyway and we’re all alone here. I put my hand on his thighs and lean forward so that our lips are almost touching. 

“This thing.” I whisper and kiss him.

I hear kissing is good?
  • Mari: You know, Dia,
  • Mari: I'm gay
  • Dia: I kinda guessed when I felt your tongue on mine
  • Mari: But that doesn't mean I'm gay!
  • Mari: Lots of girls kiss girls without being gay
  • Mari: Like Kanan! She kisses me all the time!
  • Dia: I see your point, but that's a bad example
  • Dia: Kanan is gay
  • Mari: WHAT!! She never told me!
  • Dia: She literally had "I'm gay" printed on all of her shirts
  • Mari: I thought that was because she sucks at fashion
  • Dia: Fair

anonymous asked:

So what about Mcgenji vs mchanzo?

im literally a mchanzo blog 

like, uh

do you follow me? have you seen 90% of my blog? or my fan art? or my fanfics? or even just my blog title?

mcgenji is cute i guess maybe in like, blackwatch era, but im a mchanzo guy all the way

Originally posted by craftgamerzz

me: *thinks abt gency for more then 5 seconds*

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(W)rapped Around Her Finger (pt 2)

Originally posted by minshoseok

A/N: I had such a hard time writing this, and I rewrote this like multiple times but this was the best I could do and for that i’m sorry. I had such a hard time making J-hope look like a douche. He’s such a cutie! Hopefully you all like this little series. I had fun writing~

Thank you for requesting and I would love to write more for people! Send in your requests~ I just don’t write smut hehe.

Request: can i request a yoongi or jhope fanfic? im not creative maybe where you’re both famous rappers and he has a huge crush on you i cant think of a plot (sorry) so surprise me! :) but i would like angst and fluff :)) thank you in advance if you decide to do it!! 💕💕

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pairing: j-hope x reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

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Friends – Part 4

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 A/N: (before writing) I have no idea how I get from A to B now I’m so bad at planning I hope I can work this out (after writing) what the fuck just happened (sidenote: this is how half my writing processes work)

Summary: A knock on your door may seem like the most uninteresting thing that can happen in a passing day, but it actually isn’t. Especially not when the knock belongs to a boy who brings you on exciting adventures and opens your eyes to things you had never appreciated before

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(cr. onqs)

Suit up

Pulling up to the house, you already saw the crowds of teenagers running around, laughing and yelling. A blond kid, probably about 16, leaned up against the fence and had his eyes down in his phone. You assumed it was Daniel’s brother, as he rushed over to the car when he saw it.

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a trip to the movies

Yikes I don’t know how to format this so let’s see

Words: 830

Fandom: Batfam™

Characters: Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Steph, Damian

Rating: *shrug* I dunno there’s literally nothing bad so K for kid I guess

So yeah uh here we go

A trip to the movies with six people is never a normal night. There’s always drama between some of them, whining from a few others, all that jazz. But when a billionaire, a former acrobat, a boy who makes zombie jokes (about himself), a sixteen year old computer genius, a pre-teen assassin, and an enemy of crime and people who don’t like purple all go together, there’s bound to be some… interesting events.

It was already hard enough for Bruce to pull Tim away from his computer and to convince Damian to come at all. But just getting to the cinema was also a struggle. After they had finally gotten there, tickets had to be bought. That took slightly less time. They were lucky to get the tickets at all. After all, every Marvel movie was bound to sell out fast. But they got the tickets, and into the lobby of the theater they went.

The first thing Dick saw as he entered was the concession stand. Stephanie followed his gaze, and just like that, they had both separated from the group. Every trip to the movies was incomplete without an immense amount of junk food. The rest of the Batcrew that were there didn’t acknowledge the pair’s sudden disappearance, and just entered the cinema that the much-awaited movie was showing.

As they took their seats, Tim and Damian had already started bickering about who got the aisle seat. Bruce swiftly ended this argument by sitting in the seat himself. Jason took the seat next to him, beginning to ramble about how excited he was. There was an uncharacteristically large amount of squealing involved, which was enough to make Tim and Damian end their second fight and stare at Jason. But Jason couldn’t be bothered. Who wouldn’t be excited?! A new Captain America movie, and he’s fighting Iron Man?! Jason was completely on Iron Man’s side, which Bruce had been informed about enough to make any normal human being go absolutely mad.

Dick and Steph finally entered the theater about ten minutes later. It wasn’t that there was a long line, it was just that they were extremely indecisive when it came to junk food. In fact, they had to bribe the woman at the stand because they couldn’t carry everything for themselves and the family. Which is why an employee of the theater followed Dick and Steph, whose arms were already full, holding several slushies. Dick and Steph held the popcorn and candy. The cashier and the employee both got an immense tip, of course.

Once everyone was finally seated, there was a few moments of calm. But then the trailers began to play. Both Jason and Tim were instantly intrigued. New movies to look forward to, what was there not to be interested about? Damian was already halfway through his popcorn, and Steph had finished her candy. So while Jason was engaged with his previews, she stole some of his. Dick, however, had only had a few bites of popcorn. He always savored his movie treats. And Jason and Tim couldn’t pull their eyes off the screen long enough to grab a bit of their food. Bruce hadn’t gotten any treats, he didn’t really like the candy or the slushies. And he would only eat a bit of the popcorn, so he would take some of Jason’s. Jason wouldn’t notice, he was too distracted.

As the lights dimmed, the theater grew quiet. The movie began, and all eyes were on Chris Evans and Robert Downey Jr. from there on out. Jason, out of all the family members there at the moment, was the most engaged. Laughing, gasping, occasionally wiping a tear (“They shouldn’t fight like that, they’re friends!”), and at the end credits, clapping like his life depended on it. Tim was mumbling about Tony Stark’s tech the whole time, while Damian, Dick, Bruce, and Steph were all quiet. They were all too engrossed to do anything but watch. At the end credits, Damian stood, not having been to a Marvel movie before. Jason promptly pulled him down, to which Damian protested loudly. But as soon as the first scene came on, he silenced. As the second finished, the group got up from their seats to exit the theater.

Jason had already started theorizing as they left. Tim was still thinking out loud about the technology, while Damian was contemplating if he should watch more of these Marvel movies. And Dick, Steph, and Bruce were discussing the actors. Well, more like Steph and Dick were discussing the actors’ varying levels of attractiveness. Bruce was laughing a bit, occasionally contributing to the conversation. Dick still hadn’t finished his snacks, and Damian had got the idea into his head to steal them. And so as the family walked away, Damian snatched Dick’s candy box. A small argument ensued, but all in good spirits. All in all, it was a good trip. One that would remain with only the best memories.

if i had to explain my fandom involvement in taz to like, people outside the fandom it would genuinely be bizarre. 

“yeah i run this music thing most nights where i post youtube videos of music that people send me that reminds me of the podcast, except it cant actually be from the podcast, and i comment on all of it, no, im not sure why this is a thing, either, but people keep sending me stuff so i guess im going to post it all?” 

“i bought actual real urls with real human money of one of the canon characters names and also of extremeteenadventures.com, yeah, thats from the canon, dont worry about it” 

“people keep sending me harry potter crossover asks” 

“i wrote some fanfic - oh whats it about? uh well, the most popular one is about one of the main charas outrunning death except death is his husband? listen. i swear it makes sense in context”