i hear you sulking

Another 100 Random RP Starters

- does include some swearing; feel free to edit when sending in an ask to fit character’s speech

  • “No. No, no, no. Don’t you dare try to pin the blame on me.”
  • “Did you even bother to think about the consequences?”
  • “Listen here you useless paperclip!”
  • “Meerkats are murderous little bastards.”
  • “For the record, I hate everything.”
  • “Do you even remember me?”
  • “Did you know the guy who wrote Sherlock Holmes may have killed a man?”
  • “I’m going to join NASA and fling myself into the sun.”
  • “I hope you know what you’re getting into.”
  • “Please don’t. Just… don’t.”

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anonymous asked:

Yo, it makes me so happy to think of Peter in Hufflepuff 😂😂 Just imagine all of the possibilities

this is what happens when you guys send me stuff like this…. it turned out way longer than i aimed for but i hope you guys like it :))

  • peter was extremely nervous about where he would be sorted
  • he thought maybe gryffindor: he was especially brave and he could put up a fight
  • or maybe ravenclaw, because he was intelligent–– incredibly intelligent
  • so when he sat with the sorting hat atop his head, he was content in the fact that he would be soon decked in red or purple robes
  • and then the sorting hat began to speak, and
  • “hufflepuff”
  • peter’s eyes widened, and no no no that couldn’t be right 
  • he couldn’t believe it as he stood up and began to walk towards the huffelpuff table 
  • he shook his head, trying to keep the frown off his face, because 
  • why the hell would peter parker be sorted into hufflepuff
  • he was upset, to say the least
  • he belonged in gryffindor, where he could show his courageousness and fear of nothing
  • or he belonged in ravenclaw, where he could show his mental abilities and his creativity 
  • he knew he didn’t belong in slytherin; he was never a conniving person
  • but hufflepuff 
  • well, peter just didn’t see it
  • maybe he felt a bit better about it when he was greeted with smiles and cheers. he sat himself next to a tan boy with a weird fedora on his head, and he furrowed his eyebrows, wondering if the sorting hat had fit over it when the boy was sorted.
  • “peter” he held his hand out to shake
  • the boy looked over, shook his hand, and said “ned”
  • “did you want to be sorted here” peter blurted out, feeling his cheeks redden
  • “i didn’t really care” 
  • peter looked at him blankly
  • because hoW DO YOU NOT C A R E 
  • but instead of saying this to him out loud, he just turned away and bit his lip
  • somehow, being sorted into hufflepuff made him even more nervous for the year to come
  • a few days later, he got his robes, and he had to admit
  • he looked great in yellow
  • he made a few friends in his house, and even outside of his house 
  • he talked more with ned, and found him to be not as bad as he first thought
  • there was a girl named liz in ravenclaw who was kind to him and made his cheeks grow red every time he saw her 
  • and a girl named michelle (”call me mj”) from slytherin, who wasn’t as conniving like the stereotypes said, but more dry and sarcastic 
  • he made due, attending his classes, and soon enough, he began to enjoy them
  • his classes were mixed with all the houses, and he found himself growing jealous when he watched the other students
  • the ravenclaws seemed to excel in class more than the others, and he wondered if they had special classes of their own to strengthen their skills
  • (peter wanted those classes)
  • and then as he watched the gryffindors, he noticed how they never hesitated, whether it was about answering a question in class or even outside of classes, where they would run into the nearest conflict without even pausing
  • even the slytherin seemed more desirable, with their witty comebacks and uncaring attitude about what people thought of them
  • but what did hufflepuffs do? what was desirable about them?
  • they were the house that people made fun of, that people looked down upon. no one cared about hufflepuffs.
  • peter had gone through enough bullying in his lifetime; he didn’t want to be a part of more, for something that was entirely against his control
  • peter was sitting by the lake, thinking this exact thing, when he heard footsteps behind him
  • he turned his head and sighed when he saw flash thompson walking towards him
  • the literal king of slytherin house
  • “what’s up, penis parker?”
  • peter turned his head away from him, feeling the frown form on his face
  • “what do you want, flash?”
  • he sat down next to peter, and peter resisted the urge to groan
  • “i can hear you sulking from the other side of the courtyard. what’s wrong”
  • peter furrowed his eyebrows, wondering why someone he considered his arch enemy was asking him this
  • sure, he hadn’t really spoken enough to the guy to call him his arch enemy, but
  • s t i l l 
  • “nothing”
  • he kept his eyes off of flash but he knew the boy was staring right at him
  • (it made him nervous)
  • “is this the bullshit about you not wanting to be in hufflepuff”
  • peter whipped his head towards him with an astonished expression on his face
  • he stumbled for a few seconds with a high-pitched voice
  • “w- w- wHAT??”
  • flash rolled his eyes
  • he wasn’t convinced, and peter knew he wasn’t putting up much of an act
  • “there’s always that one kid in hufflepuff who thinks he should be in another house. and this year, it’s you”
  • peter looked at him with wide eyes as he shook his head rapidly 
  • “no, no that- that’s not- no not me”
  • flash wasn’t buying it again
  • peter stopped and looked at the ground, biting his lip
  • “yeah it is. and it’s stupid”
  • peter didn’t like being called stupid
  • “exCuSE mE?”
  • flash rolled his eyes, again
  • “calm down i’m not calling you stupid”
  • peter huffed and crossed his arms
  • “look, maybe you want to be in gryffindor because you’re brave or ravenclaw because you’re smart or slytherin because-”
  • “i don’t want to be in slytherin”
  • he could tell flash was offended after he said it but he didn’t comment on it
  • “let me fucking speak, parker”
  • peter sat silently next to him after that and continued to listen to him speak
  • he didn’t understand why someone like flash was the one telling him this
  • “hufflepuffs are good too, dumbass”
  • peter didn’t make any move to snap at him for that, only clenched his jaw
  • “hufflepuffs are the most approachable of the houses”
  • flash tried, and he kept his eyes off of peter to look out at the river
  • “which is a good thing considering lots of people here don’t have friends. they always seem to go for the hufflepuffs because they figure they won’t be rude. you can be that person for some”
  • peter’s eyebrows furrowed as he thought about what flash said
  • and maybe he was true, but it didn’t make peter feel much better
  • because what was being approachable going to help him with?
  • is that all he was described with that the sorting hat thought this would be the best fit? because he was approachable?
  • flash continued speaking, although peter wasn’t sure he wanted to listen
  • “and hufflepuffs are humble and kind”
  • peter scoffed 
  • “what’s your problem, parker”
  • if anything, flash sounded offended
  • “nothing”
  • peter mumbled and he knew flash would be aggravated with it
  • “i’m trying to help you here”
  • “yeah, and why is that?”
  • peter and flash stared at each other for a few seconds, both silent
  • and then flash sighed and shook his head, looking down at the ground in front of him
  • “my brother was a hufflepuff”
  • “your brother?”
  • peter was surprised 
  • he figured flash came from a long line of slytherins
  • “my grandparents were slytherins, and then my parents, and so was my oldest brother, but then came my other brother and he was put into hufflepuff. my parents were furious”
  • flash shrugged but peter could see the distress on his face
  • “what happened?”
  • flash shrugged again
  • “he feels like he let my family down, and to my parents, he did. it’s never been the same since then. and then he came out, and well. that didn’t make it any better”
  • peter frowned 
  • but flash perked up and put his stoic expression back on his face
  • “so just fucking deal with it”
  • peter jumped slightly at his harsh tone, thinking,
  • the old flash is back
  • “you’re known as the kind house, the approachable one, you guys see the best in people. but that’s not all you have to be, peter” 
  • peter thought that was the first time he had ever heard flash say his first name
  • “what do you mean?”
  • (he knew what he meant)
  • “just because you’re nice doesn’t mean you’re not smart, or brave, or determined. don’t let your house define you. you’re still your own person, peter”
  • peter opened his mouth to speak but flash started up again
  • “but it’s still your house, you need to feel confident in it. hufflepuffs are fucking awesome, dude. don’t put your house down”
  • flash stood up and peter hid his smile 
  • “don’t tell anyone this happened, or i’ll live up to the slytherin stereotypes”
  • and then flash walked away, and peter looked back out at the river
  • and yeah, maybe he could find a way to love being a hufflepuff
Ulto (Jooheon/Reader)

Originally posted by changkyunned

A/N: Tbh, I just kind of decided I need some October/Autumn theme’d drabbles in my life so I think I might do a little Fall Drabbling today. I also just really miss Jooheon, and scared baby Jooheon is my life, so bye.

“This is dumb,” Jooheon shook his head, and clung tighter to your arm. “This is so fucking dumb.”

“Babe, it’s fine. It’s all fake!” You chuckled. 

You realized it would take a lot of bribery to get Jooheon to go to a haunted house in the first place, but you never imagine the complete chaos that would erupt the moment the two of you were standing in line to pay for entry.

“NO!” He started, “No, there could be real ass freakin’ murders in there! Also, what about ghosts, huh?! You think that’s not real! No freaking way! I’m backing out.”


“BABE! Listen to me, don’t do this whole ‘Jooheonie it’s going to be fine’ crap, okay?” He pulled desperately at your arm, but you wouldn’t budge.”Let’s just go back to the car, huh? I’ll take you to the Ulto instead. I’ll buy every single thing you want. Fuck, I will buy Ulto. Just don’t make me go in there, okay?”

You grinned, “It’s called Ulta, and if you’re dead serious we can leave right now.”

Screaming erupted just beyond the doors of the entrance, and you were amazed at how wide Jooheon’s eyes grew. He shook his head frantically, and backed away from you. He reached into his back pocket, eyes still wide in terror and pulled out his wallet, waving it at you like bait.

“Come on,” He forced a smile. “Ulto is waiting for us.”

You shook your head, and giggled. “Okay fine, but I’m coming back with Minhyuk and I don’t want to hear any sulking about you sitting home alone!”

“I don’t even sulk!” He whined, “get out of the damn line! It’s moving. Come on! PLEASE!

“You are such a baby Lee Jooheon!” You stepped towards him, and his posture relaxed entirely. “You’re lucky I love make-up almost as much as I love you.”

“Yep,” he agreed sarcastically. “I’m lucky, and about to be broke. Who knew my life since dating you would become a horror story?”

Forbidden - Chapter III

Chapter three is here and now we know what happened between Vida and Bill! There are certainly some things we are yet to discover surrounding Bill’s reasoning for what is revealed in this chapter, or should I say the REAL reason. All of these remaining questions will unfold in the coming chapters, for now I hope you enjoy. 

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* All italics are flash backs. 


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My mind had consisted of only one thing ever since my ordeal with Bill, and if past experience was anything to go off of, I knew that it would remain this way for some time yet. He had tried to contact me a few times, but I haven’t responded, not out of spite but more so out of having absolutely no clue how to approach him. The only thing I had left to do was to give myself the time I knew I needed, and hope that Bill would come to understand. Then hopefully one day, when the words come to me, I will know what to say and when to say it.

The memory of the confrontation Bill and I shared was making my brain feel heavy, literally heavy. I could feel the pressure on my shoulders, constantly irritating me and never allowing me to forget, not even for a moment, that eventually I would have to speak to Bill, even if it was to argue, we needed to talk about what happened to us.

My first week in this unfamiliar city full of unfamiliar faces was officially coming to a close. Constant contact with my loved one’s back home and a friendly room mate made everything a little bit easier but there was no ignoring the ache in my gut every time I thought about how much I missed the place I was from.

“So what’s it like, are you having fun?” Bill laughed on the other end of the phone, knowing very well the answer to that considering I had cried to him every night this week about being home sick.

“Do you think you’re funny?,” I asked, “because you’re not, and if you’re going to make fun of me, warn me now so I can hang up on you.” I sulked, hearing Bill scoff on the other side. “Seriously though, tell me about it.” “It’s good, it’s hard adjusting when there is no one here to help me do it, I know it’ll take time, I’m just not in to this isolation, you know?” I asked, and Bill hummed in understanding.


I always tried my hardest not to think about what ended mine and Bill’s friendship, the ways it could have been prevented and all of the things I should have done differently. It was easy to blame myself and even easier to blame Bill, easier is an understatement, because by the time my anger had finished simmering, and I had spent countless hours dwelling on every single warning sign, I knew whose fault it was; and it sure as hell wasn’t mine. To put it plain, Bill stopped speaking to me. Completely stopped, on a flat out ignoring me kind of level. Countless texts and calls, all of these attempts to reach out and save my relationship with my best friend, all failed. If I thought Bill completely leaving me hanging, never responding to any of my attempts to make contact and never providing me with any explanations, then hearing what he had to say for himself didn’t just break my heart, it shattered it, in to nothing.


“Vida.. Hi.” I could hear his voice shaking, sensing the tension through the phone and knowing very well that this conversation was not going to end well. “Hi Bill.” I said coldly, no emotion in my voice, completely void of feeling anything at this point. I had grown exhausted from all of the over thinking, worrying and crying wrong that I had done. I resented Bill for what he had done to me, emotionally and physically, I hated him for what he had put me through.

“Listen, V-“ “Bill, don’t dance around what you have to tell me, grow up and say it, I can’t bear dealing with your bullshit at this point and I’d like to hear whatever you have to say as soon as possible, so I can hang up this fucking phone and continue with my life.” I hissed, hearing how angry I sounded and letting it happen, knowing there was no stopping myself now. I wasn’t about to hide what he had done, I wanted him to know how he had made me feel, I wanted him to understand what an anxious, tired, heart broken and lost mess he had made me. “Vida, please, I never meant to hurt you. Let me explain,” “That’s hilarious, you never meant to hurt me? That’s a joke isn’t it? What were you trying to do then, because all I can see when you ignore my every attempt to connect with you, is that you don’t want to speak to me, that you want nothing to do with me.” “I’m so sorry, I just- I’m going to explain and I would really appreciate if you listened.. and didn’t interrupt.” I scoffed, shaking my head. “Explain and explain fast, I don’t even want to be having this conversation in the first place.”

And so I listened, I listened to him explain everything – well, apparently everything.

“When you left, I was holding a lot of what I really wanted, needed, to say back…, texting and calling you was, is, nice, but it’s hard. I miss you Vida, there are a lot of things I should have told you but didn’t and I just think that-“ “Like what – what should you have told me?” “That’s not important anymore, what I’m trying to tell you is that I don’t think that-” He paused, I listened to him breathe in steadily as I braced myself for whatever was coming next, “I don’t think that we should be friends anymore.”

My blood ran cold as I processed the words I was hearing, tears forming in my eyes immediately as my breathing became laboured and sporadic. I was frozen, panicking while I tried to figure out what to say, what to do. I hung up the phone, threw it clear across the room and cried for what felt like forever until I fell in to a deep sleep.


I sat at my desk, staring at my phone, still plotting all of the ways my first attempt at contact with Bill could go since the night I kicked him out of my apartment. I knew that there was no us in thinking too hard, that whatever was going to happen would happen and truly, at this point there was nothing I really had to lose. I picked up my phone, opening my contacts and carefully selecting “text message” under Bill’s name. I paused, thinking carefully before typing something simple, easy to understand and that only required a yes or no answer; “Can we meet tomorrow at noon, same place as we used to.”

I woke up and put on a long, cotton, skin tight cherry red maxi dress that reached between my ankles and my knees, and a pair of red simple strappy Lou B’s. I put little to no effort in to my ‘natural’ makeup and let my hair remain in loose waves. Before leaving, I took my cartier bangle and ring out of my trinket tray, gave myself a once over in my floor to ceiling mirror next to my door and left to meet with Bill.

To say I was nervous was an absolute understatement, I could barely breathe as I began to feel the anxiety bubbling in my throat. I knew I had to push through it though, and so I did as I entered the café that I first met Bill in, nostalgia hitting me like a slap in the face.

I took a seat in the same booth we always did, that was always coincidentally and conveniently empty. I waited patiently, ordering two coffees, preparing myself and accepting Bill not showing up as a very real possibility. He never replied to me, but I still showed in hopes that he would, because as angry as I was, I wasn’t about to live my life knowing I never discussed it with him, whatever ‘it’ even was. I sat and picked at my nails, growing more nervous by the second, immune to the bell on the door ringing after looking up far too many times and it not being Bill every single one of them. I felt the weight of the booth shift, and I looked up to meet a familiar pair of green eyes and a kind smile.

“Hello.” I said plainly, looking at him blankly, forgetting how to form words and everything I planned to say.

“Hello.” He replied, smiling kindly at me. My hands were resting on the table in front of me, my eyes trained on them, waiting for him to say something because I surely had no idea where to start. Bill reached across the table, and grasped my small hands in his large ones tightly, rubbing his thumbs gently over my knuckles. Weirdly enough I didn’t resist, I enjoyed it, the closeness of it considering how far apart we have been since the phone call he paid me years ago.

“It’s good to see you Vida, you look..,” he paused, swallowing, “you look beautiful.” I offered him a smile, “You look good too Bill.”

It was silent for a moment, before I pulled my hands away and tucked them shyly in my lap, looking up at him and knowing what I needed to say, more so ask. He looked straight at me, as I looked at him, feeling the questions floating between us, ready to be picked out of the air and discussed. I thought for a moment, deciding where to start.

“What really happened to us?”

The Spoon
  • Sherlock: *desperately ruffles his hair, waving a plastic spoon* Okay. How about I pretend it's a police car racing to the scene of a crime?
  • Baby Holmes: *in her high-chair, blinking at him*
  • Sherlock: *hopeful* Or Dad-da and Uncle John running to solve a crime?
  • Baby Holmes: *giggles*
  • Sherlock: *pouts; defeated* Mama and Dad-da working?
  • Baby Holmes: ...
  • Sherlock: *exasperated* Oh come on, you eat for your mother! *talking to himself* How? How does she do it? *glances at the baby food* Substitute it for chocolate? Sprinkle it with fairy dust?
  • Baby Holmes: *lifts her arms* Dad-da...
  • Sherlock: *hesitates* No, you need to eat this or you'll get me into trouble.
  • Baby Holmes: *pouts* Cuddles, Dad-da.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • *LATER*
  • *lying in bed*
  • Sherlock: *smug* I figured out your secret. How you get Scarlett to eat her dinner every night. And you thought I wouldn't get it.
  • Molly: *snuggles up to him* Oh, well, it was nice while it lasted. I thought I hid it well, too.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: Hid...it?
  • Molly: *yawns* Scarlett's favourite spoon. The only one she'll eat from.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: Ah.
  • Molly: *sleepy* What?
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Well, unless baby food is harmful to adults, we have nothing to worry about.
The signs as three TSSF self titled lyrics
  • Aries: Calm somehow but rising now// These days I tend to see red// My blood is always hot when it comes to you and I
  • Taurus: Find me, heal me, keep my faith// You set your pace, I'll keep mine too// Attract me, come back to me, I'm waiting on you so patiently
  • Gemini: Toyed with deceit, planted your lies// Split up your mind, do you some harm// You can't say you never fucked with me cause everyone knows
  • Cancer: I hope you feel that heavy gloom when you're all done up in a crowded room// I want it to hit so close to home// Used to dye your denim in my parents bathroom, I can feel your phantom
  • Leo: tell me how your life's played out down south in the sun// Go be who you wanna be// I might lose all my poise
  • Virgo: I'd rather not, I hate the thought, it's such a distaste// That feeling stuck that I offered trust and it left me solo// can't ignore, won't ignore, that I just don't know you anymore
  • Libra: Trying to break loose from your charm// The ice is slick like my voice// Picture you just dancing, dancing in your old room
  • Scorpio: I know all your flaws and most of your fears// I can't understand how you control all my lust and form the words on my tongue// Know how hard that I fell, hazy every detail, about who cared the most when it came to you and I
  • Capricorn: I will not fake this stupid smile// I can't seem to shake this curse, I can't seem to put you first
  • //I wear a scowl so that they can always see, I'm nowhere near where I wanna be
  • Sagittarius: she's like "I never left you, this was all your choice"// Gotta figure out who I've been running from// I can't pass through Indio without feeling indigo
  • Aquarius: how can I feel anything anymore?// Mislead you on purpose, fade into the void// I keep my distance now, forcing my jaw to smile
  • Pisces: Bet you're sick of hearing me sulk and pout// I spent so much time, with you in my hindsight// Each time I chase, I feel dark blue
Someone Like You

Part 12

Previous part can be found here.

SFW, I’m going to go ahead and say this is NSFF.

Hannah thinks that she could stay in bed all day. It’s what beds are made for isn’t it? Beds are made for lying in, and she wants to stay laying here forever, so technically, so could say she’s just helping the bed fulfil it’s purpose. Technically she’s just making good use of her furniture.

The warm blankets and the soft pillow are making a rather convincing argument in favour of her ignoring her responsibilities and just cocooning herself away from the world today. But the noises coming from her kitchen tell her there are other things already planned, like the nasty surprise that she’s sure to find waiting for her down the hall.

Realistically, she’s being ridiculous. She can’t hide forever.

She has to be an adult today. Starting with dealing with Goose.

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