i just finished this book and wow

anonymous asked:

I just read all demolition lovers and wtf? The pdf is 127 pages! Are you insane? It's a book and it's not even finished! What the frick frack... it's so good! How!? I love you! Kudos! Kudos on you! kudos on your cow!

i… was not aware of how long the fic actually is??? wow???? 127 pages???? i’m????

yeahhh it’s far from done and i’m planning a sequel + sidestories. 


‘The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain’

cutie pies Dante Quintana and Ari Mendoza from Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz. I finished it a few days ago and wow……it is an AMAZING book. i cried several times

April Fool’s DLC SUFFERING Ending  Guide Part 1

So I’m still shook over one of the normal (read: SUFFERING) endings I finally unlocked from the Mystic Messenger April Fool’s DLC. Here is my guide of what I USED which unlocked the ending.

Following this should give you the unlock the chats “Epiphany” and “The world for you and me” after the game branch. 

Also: Spoilers! I’m placing this guide under the cut. 

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books i read in 2017: “the fixer” by jennifer lynn barnes

“When I came to Montana that summer, Tess, I thought I was ready. I really did. I was going to give you everything. But Gramps called me out, and he was right, Tessie. I wasn’t doing it for you. You were thriving. You were happy. And I…” The words got caught in her throat, but she forced them out. “I was your sister. I was never going to be strong enough or successful enough. There was never going to be a right time to tell you. You were happy. And you deserved to be happy.”

Praises (SMUT)

A/N: I dunno why I decided to combine these two… BUT I AM WRECKED AND THIS IS THE BEST DECISION I’VE EVER MADE. THANK YOU TO THE ANONS WHO REQUESTED FOR THESE. Also, it was difficult to choose a GIF for this so let’s just pretend that the one I chose for this story is him alone, okay? XD

Character: Niall

Warning(s): Smut

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Better Than a Book (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

741. “Do you want to stay over tonight?”// 125. “I need you to forgive me.”// 511. “Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not be able to hold back.”

Warnings: Slightly nsfw, cursing

A/N: I’m so glad you guys liked my last fic! I had a lot of fun writing it and decided to write another. Once again, I will literally write anything you want me to, so don’t be afraid to request. I wrote one for Jared cause I got a soft spot for MemeBoy. Hope you enjoy!


You were laying in your bed reading the new book you got from the library. Your friend, Alana, recommended it to you after you finished all the novels on your shelf. You had been meaning to read it all week, but school and friends got in the way. It’s currently Sunday night and you just want to enjoy the rain pattering down on your window while you curl up in your blanket on your bean bag with your book and green tea.

The moment you opened the book, your phone buzzed with a text lighting up the screen. You reached over to your desk and looked at the message.


What are you doing?


Trying to read


That’s hella boring, you should come over and hang out with me instead


I’ve been trying to get started on this book for the past week now


But (Y/N) I’m bored


Poor you :p. Okay, but seriously, I’m trying to read


Jesus christ and you call ME the nerd

You didn’t respond to his last text, but you did laugh. You felt bad for saying no, but you really wanted to get started on the book. You delved into the book and read for the rest of the night.

You were grabbing your books from your locker when Jared walked up to you.

“You missed a pretty good meme making session.”

“Oh, darn. Isn’t that just a shame?”

“That’s what you get for reading books all day.”

“Believe it or not, books actually make you smarter. You know, they expand your imagination, creativity, and your vocabulary. If you actually gave it a chance, I think you would like the books I have.”

“First of all, if I cared about my vocabulary, I would’ve done all those assignments for Miss Price back in first grade. Second of all, why would I wanna spend time reading when I can make memes and be just as depressed?”

You playfully rolled your eyes as you walked into class with him.


The last bell of the day rang and all of the students began piling out the doors. You grabbed your bag and started to head for the doors. Jared bumped into you with a smile on his face.

“Hey, wanna stay over tonight?”

You bit your lip. It’s not that you didn’t want to hang out, you were just so close to finishing your book. After you didn’t say anything for some time, Jared rolled his eyes.

“I can’t believe it. I’m being replaced by a book.”

“Please, I don’t think anything in my life could replace you.”

“God, ever since you started reading that book, you’ve become more gay by the second. I want my friend (Y/N) back.”

“Well, if you’re just going to be mean, then I’m definitely staying home to finish the book.”

“Oh my god fine. I’ll be nice. Don’t make me beg, (Y/N).”

“Jared Kleinman begging? I’d like to see that.”

Jared spit in front of your shoes after that comment and you stopped in your tracks and just stared at him. He shoved his hands in his pockets and smirked as he headed for his car.

“Wow, very mature. You’re disgusting.”

He opened the passenger side door.

“So, you coming?”

You smiled and got in. He closed the door for you and grinned. He started the car and drove you both to his house. You walked in and he followed, closing the door behind him.

“My parents are still at work, so we’ll be alone for a little while.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Probably won’t be the last either.”

Your parents and Jared’s had been friends for a long time before the two of you were even thought of, so you staying over at his house wasn’t anything new. However, your father started becoming weary when you two began maturing and hit puberty. He is convinced that you and Jared are pretty much fucking every time you are alone at his house no matter how many times you tell him you aren’t. You got so fed up with his constant checking up on you via texts that you only tell your mom when you’re over at Jared’s.

You followed Jared into his room and sat down on his bed. You grabbed your homework out of your bag and spread it out on his bed.

“So not only are you replacing me with a book, but you’re gonna deliberately ignore me through homework, now?”

“Oh my god, Jared. Why are you so needy?”

“Because you’re my friend and you’re way more fun when you aren’t being responsible.”

“And you wonder why you’re almost failing every class.”

“Who said I was wondering?”

You rolled your eyes at him as he went over to his Playstation 4 and booted up a game. You never said this out loud, but you enjoyed Jared’s company. Even though you’re working on homework and he’s yelling at his game from his beanbag chair on the ground, you can’t help but smile at how homey this feels.

You looked at the back of his head and grinned. Before you could stop yourself you closed your book, set it aside, and started running your fingers through his hair. He frowned for a second and his hands stopped moving. He leaned against the wood frame of his bed and started leaning into your hands. Jared was actually enjoying the feeling of your nails raking through his short hair.

You noticed his character on the screen began running around again. You snapped back into reality and realized what you were doing. You quickly removed your hands from his hair and shoved them into your lap.

“Why’d you stop?”

“I… it was kinda awkward, right? I didn’t mean to. I don’t even know what I was thinkin-”

“You didn’t hear me complain, did you?”

“You want me to keep doing it?”

Jared awkwardly cleared his throat and swallowed.

“If you want.”

You moved closer to his head and continued stroking his hair. Was it weird for you to enjoy doing this while watching him play his game? You laughed at some of the things he said while playing. You removed your hands when he tried to pop the muscles in his neck. You placed your hands on his shoulders and began rubbing at the tense muscles. You felt him stiffen under your hands and you heard him sigh. He leaned his head on his bed. His face was now upside down looking up at you.

“(Y/N), you are treading on dangerous territory.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“If you feel like you can’t forgive me.”

“Forgive you for what?”

He smirked before grabbing your face and crashing his lips on yours. Yes, this was a cliche spiderman kiss, but you didn’t care. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about what it would be like if you and Jared had started dating. You can’t imagine it’d be any different than what it already was. You sitting on his bed doing homework while he played his games.

Just then, Jared cupped your face and pulled away with a big grin on his face. You bit your lip and smiled out of excitement.

“Fuck, don’t give me that face. It’s so cute, I might not be able to hold back.”

“Who says I want you to hold back?”

Jared turned off his game and crawled onto the bed. He shoved the text book out of the way and kneeled in front of you. He kissed you fervently and gently pushed you back against his pillows. You let him rest his hips between your legs. You once again ran your fingers through his hair as he kissed your neck. You gently tugged when he found your sweet spot. He moaned into your neck and grinded against you. You could feel how much he was enjoying this through his shorts. You gasped and wrapped your legs around his hips to pull him closer. He rested his forehead against yours, breathing hard. You giggled and pulled his glasses from his face and sat them on his table. He smiled.

“I guess your dad was right about this eventually happening.”

You stared at him for a long time before opening your mouth.

“You finally get the balls to make out with me and you’re thinking about my dad?”

“Well, what can I say? He’s got those pretty blue eyes that just get me going.”

“Jared, you’re ruining this.”

“My bad. Let me make it up to you.”

He kissed you again and grinded his hips into yours. You moaned with every thrust of his hips. His hands started roaming your body and slipped under your shirt. He looked at you, worried that you were going to reject him. You put your hand on his wrist and guided it up to your bra. He hesitated. Jesus, he was a nervous mess, but of course this is Jared, so he has the bright idea to say something.

“I can’t believe you were planning on ditching me today to finish your book.”

“Jared, I swear to god-”

You both stopped dead in your tracks when you heard the front door open. He quickly got off of you and turned his game on. He sat in the bean bag once again. You hurriedly grabbed your textbook and opened it, pretending to read it.

His bedroom door swung open and his mom walked in. You were sure that your red faces would be a dead giveaway, but you hoped for the best.

“Hey, (Y/N), how have you been?”

“I’ve been really great, Mrs. Kleinman.”

“That’s nice. Jared, sweetie, why are you trying to play with your glasses off?”

He stopped playing and snapped his fingers.

“And here I was, confused as to why I couldn’t see.”

He stood up and retrieved his glasses. He put them on and put on a fake smile.

“Ah, all better. Thanks, mom.”

He closed the door and let out the breath he was holding in.

“Smooth, Kleinman.”

“Shut up, if it wasn’t for me, she would’ve noticed that you’ve turned into a literal tomato.”

“As if you’re any better.”


Meanwhile, Jared’s mom tapped her husband on the shoulder.

“You owe me twenty.”


“They were totally making out while we were gone.”

“Damn, they couldn’t wait until one more year?”

He handed her the money and returned his attention back to the newspaper in his hands.

fueledbysound  asked:

Hi Cassie! I just finished tid and wow these are probably my fav book characters ever this series was so good!! I have 2 questions. I know Tessa is immortal but did she physically age and look older with Will some way maybe through the Change whether it was subconscious or not? And could you tell us anything about the other characters deaths ( Gabriel, Cecily, Sophie, Charlotte, Gideon, Henry ) or when they died? Thanks!

Tessa doesn’t physically age. Sometimes, because she has her unique shapechanging power, she will make herself look the same age as Will as he ages if they’re both out and unglamoured. She doesn’t bother around family and friends, or even the Enclave in general. She expects them to accept her as she is and if they don’t, that’s their problem!

Mothman and the Merman

Klance Fanfiction

5900 Words

Completed Oneshot

a crack fic taken seriously 

Summary: Keith is mothman and Lance is a merman he met once a long time ago. They are reunited in college, but are unaware of each others alternate form. (pretty much pining!mothman!Keith and pining!merman!Lance)

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read to me - wonwoo scenario

request: Sharing a bed with wonwoo? Beanie anon

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  • okay so I don’t really see him being into skinship and cuddling unless you’d been together for a while
  • so let’s just say you’ve been together for a while
  • :)
  • he’d probably sit on the bed and read while waiting for you to get ready and come to bed
  • maybe some nights he’d join you in the shower
  • some nights, he wasn’t even home when you were going to bed
  • those were the nights where he’d come home and find you asleep on his side of the bed because you missed him
  • and that kinda breaks his heart
  • but anyway
  • I can see him being that really cute boyfriend that reads whichever book he’s reading to you
  • and if he didn’t already, you’d probably have to beg him to do it
  • “babe, will you please read to me?”
  • “no, I refuse to make us that cringey couple.”
  • starts to read aloud when he realises the stubborn put you’ve been holding for a solid three minutes
  • it was quite entrancing to just lie there and listen to him and watch him as he read to you
  • the way his glasses would slip down his nose and how he’d turn the page extra gently
  • normally, his voice was quite deep, but his voice had seemed to soften
  • i’ve spent too much time talking about his wow so after he finished the chapter, he’d probably put the book away and cuddle you
  • he’d cuddle you really lazily, and just have an arm around your waist and his face buried in your hair
  • you’d probably both talk about your days
  • how shitty work was or how you missed each other
  • wonwoo would be the first to fall asleep
  • idol life is tiring
  • in a way, his breathing and soft snores would be really calming and not long after, you’d be asleep too

- admin lani (:


pairing ; lin x reader

summary ; colors are one the best things that happen to people, they say.

words ; 1031

warnings ; fluff.

note; this is soulmate!au, where they see black and white until they meet their soulmate. 


Lin walked down the street, looking out at the grey, black, white, and all the colors in between, world. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, his thumbs tapping on his thigh. He had a resting smile on his face, a small one to show that he was quite happy with the world at the moment. His big brown eyes were filled with wonder, just gazing around him and filling his thoughts with pictures and ideas of what everything looked like – truly looked like.

What if the buildings were red? What if the sign of a store was green? What color was the sky? Books say it’s blue, that the scientists who have seen it documented it years ago, and know exactly the color of everything – but how was Lin to know? How did he know he could trust the books all the time?

The reason everything was grey was because he had yet to meet the one he was destined to be with, but that didn’t put him down any. Everyone had a person they were destined to have, and that person was their literal other half. The whole philosophy was that balance and prosperity was brought to your life once you met them, and that you would be the happiest you’d ever been in your life.

Lin found solace in that idea with his chaotic life, seeing as he was in a Broadway Show that he directed and wrote himself, and that he played the main character Usnavi. So, no, his life wasn’t calm, and knowing that the day he met his soulmate, everything would become less disorderly and he would be able to find a calm in the storm.

The only catch was, you needed to pay attention to details. You could only see the color of your soulmate’s eyes, and once you made eye contact with them, the rest of your world would fill in like a paint by number. If Lin were honest with himself, the whole idea of that fascinated him.

Where would he meet his soulmate? How would he meet his soulmate? Knowing him, he’d probably spill coffee on her or something, just because he’s so damn awkward sometimes. What would she look like? Would she be his exact age or a little younger? Who knew all of the possibilities! They were practically endless, really.

His smile widened as he walked into a bookshop and tore himself from his thoughts. The smell of old paper and coffee filled his nose, and if he weren’t standing in front of a bunch of people, he would’ve taken a deep inhale of it and basked in the simple beauty of it all. Slipping his hands from his pockets and looking up to find a certain section of books – specifically biographies, because why not?

There were a few people standing in the aisles, looking at the back of books and flipping through the chapters just to get a quick idea of what the book was about. Some teenagers were looking through the young-adult section, older ladies were looking through the fantasy section, men in general were sitting at the front of the bookstore, sipping on a hot cup of joe and watching the women geek out over literature.

Lin finally found the aisle he was looking for, walking down it and noticing one person standing near the middle of the walkway. She had her eyes set on a book with what looked like the word Hamilton written on the front of it, and a picture of the guy from the ten dollar bill on the cover.

The woman, however, seemed to have most of his attention. She was absolutely stunning, and for a reason Lin would never be able to name, he felt drawn to her. He walked right next to her, tucking one hand back in his pocket and grabbing another copy of Alexander Hamilton off the shelves. He gave it a quick once-over, flipping through it and quickly skimming over the words printed on the paper.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl glance over at what was in his hands. A small smile tugged at her lips, so Lin looked up. His eyes travelled from the book, to her face, giving each feature a glance before he looked up at her eyes.

“Oh,” was all he got out. Her irises were a beautiful e/c, and he couldn’t tear his own away from hers long enough to notice the rest of his world filling in like a paint by number.

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped, “Oh my God.”

They just stared at each other, grasping the book in their hands and gawking at the newly colored world around them.

“You’re…” Lin’s voice was a whisper, and his words would’ve left his mouth had he not been in so much shock that his brain forgot how to function correctly.

“I can’t…” The same went for her, and she couldn’t help but wonder how her soulmate was so damn handsome.

“You see it to, right?” His question, although dumb now, was the only thing his brain could muster up enough courage to say.

“The color? Yeah, I see it, too,” a second after she finished her sentence, a smile came through and she began to get red in the face. “You’re so… wow you’re handsome.”

Lin laughed, too, looking down at his grey converse and biting his lip to suppress the wildly large smile that was sure to consume his face. “Heh, thanks. But… you’re… wow. You’re just…”

“Yeah,” she nodded, looking down at the book and laughing again. “Do you want to… uhm… get some coffee? We could sit and talk for a little bit.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

It took a moment, but Lin extended his hand, silently asking if she would hold it, to which she responded with that same beautiful smile and slipping her smaller hand into his. The colors around him were filled in, sure, but he wasn’t happy about that. He was happy that he finally, finally got to meet her, and damn, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

I Hate You, I Love You (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Could you write some angsty smut with Peter pls? Like something with him and the reader being in some complicated relationship.

Warnings: Duhh smut and swearing

Word Count: 1,596


Finally I’m back with the Peter imagines and surprisingly on an exam week?? Anyways I haven’t written smut in a while so just a heads up. Plus I changed the request a bit, reader and Peter are hating each other while secretly in love cliché you know lol :D

The crowded cafeteria was filled with teenagers’ loud noises and the sound coming from the plates hitting the trays.

Peter Parker put his earbuds on and started playing his study playlist. Of course the cafeteria was the worst place to listen to music and study but Peter had no choice since he was quite running out of time to catch up on his studies lately. The reason why Peter was so distant from school was obvious, his secret little night job, being Spiderman.

At the same moment, five girls were passing by Peter’s table. The five people Peter disliked very much. The reason he disliked them was obvious, they were insanely rude. Peter didn’t really care about people from his school, only his few friends. However there was something about these kind of people that irritated people so much.

He tried to ignore them by focusing on the math equations in front of him. Unfortunately, through his earbuds, he could hear their cold laughs. He chewed his pencil, still trying to ignore them.

He sighed heavily when he felt that they were gone. However, Peyer was wrong. Now, they were all staring at him from the front table, chuckling loudly. He felt his cheeks burning up. He didn’t actually know why he got this nervous in front of these girls. Bullies were not something new to him, he didn’t care about them at all, in fact recently he had been standing up against them. But there was something about these girls.

“Peter Parker?”


“I assigned you with Mrs. Y/L/N for the project.”

Peter gulped. He wanted to refuse, he didn’t want to talk one of the five people he hated the most but he just couldn’t. Deep down something stopped him and he didn’t have a single clue about what it was.

The bell rang and Peter tried to gather his things up as fast as he could. He was clearly trying to run away from Y/N, though he failed. “Peter!”

He tried to ignore her, still clumsily stuffing his books into his bag. “Hey?” Y/N got closer and waved her hands in front of his face. Peter felt his cheeks burning up, he clenched his fist: “What do you want?” He asked in the rudest way possible.

“Wow? Okay? I was just going to ask you if you were free tonight. You know we have to finish this project as soon as we can?” Y/N asked, clearly hurt by the sudden action o Peter. Peter thought for a second, he knew Y/N was right. He shrugged: “Yeah okay, we can study at my place I guess. I just want this damn project to be over that’s it.” He started walking without waiting for Y/N to respond, leaving her standing in the middle of the empty class, speechless.

It had been only an hour since they started the project but it felt like ages to Y/N. The awkward silence was killing her and she still didn’t have a single clue about why Peter was so rude to her. She tried to remember what she had done to him, but she just couldn’t think of anything. She sighed heavily for the tenth time probably in the last three minutes, still not getting the attention of Peter. She was actually pissed off at him though; she wanted to learn the reason before going all mad.

“Okay, it’s enough Parker,” she loudly closed the book, causing poor focused Peter to jump on his seat. “What the hell!” Peter shouted, his heart bumping faster than usual. “I’m sorry? I’m the one who’s supposed to ask that question! What the hell did I do to you Parker? Or is the rudeness coming naturally from birth?” Y/N asked, trying to keep her tone low but ailing. Peter raised his eyebrows, shocked at the question. “Oh my god! I can’t believe you!” He laughed, clearly furious about what was going on.

Now, Y/N was confused than ever. “Are you stupid or something? I just asked you a damn question, you are supposed to answer it Peter! Not leaving me with more of them!” Now Y/N’S voice was higher, in fact she was shouting at him. “Oh! So you really don’t know what the hell had been going on for four years!”

Y/N threw her hands in the air: “Yes! I fucking don’t! Are you going to tell me or should I just leave because you clearly don’t have a solid response for me!” Y/N’S face was getting redder out of anger second by second.

“You made my damn high school life a hell! A literal HELL! With your annoying friends!”

Y/N stared into Peter’s eyes which were darker than usual. The boy who she had been standing up for was blaming her for a thing she hadn’t done. “I didn’t do anything to you,” Y/N whispered. “Yeah sure! We all need to treat you as a queen right? The things you had done are just a bunch of normal things?” Peter asked, still shouting. Y/N shook her head slowly, and chuckled out of anger. “You really are dumb. I’M leaving, just do the a-half and I will do the other we can finish it other time.” Y/N said while gathering up her things. Peter didn’t move and stared outside his windows.

As the weeks passed, Y/N and Peter continued their work in complete silence. They hated each other more than they did before as each day passed. However, both didn’t realize how they were bonded to each other. Or at least Peter did have somethings in his heart for her.

Music was blasting off, sending ecstatic feelings to the seniors who were just enjoying leaving the stress of the exams for just a couple of hours. The apartment was full of people dancing, making out, doing the stupidest things alcohol was causing but none of them was caring. It was the night when they were feeling free.

Peter didn’t intend to go there at the first place but feelings inside him he hated to admit, made him. He took a sip from his beer, enjoying the burning feeling he had on his throat. He wasn’t drunk though he was feeling tipsy. He had been there for two hours just watching people and doing nothing. His eyes searched the place multiple times but couldn’t just find                 Y/N. He actually wanted to make things up with her since; he knew deep down, the only reason why he was obsessed with her was just the love he was feeling. His heart was aching because he didn’t even know what the hell the relationship between them was all about to her.

Peter started wandering around the apartment, not even knowing whose apartment that was. He decided to search the rooms for the last time, if he couldn’t find her, he was going to leave the house and stop thinking about her forever.

He opened the first door he found, regretting his decision the second he saw the scene in front of him. He decided to leave before they saw him but probably with the help of alcohol he shouted: “C-can we talk?”

Y/N and the guy jumped by the sound of a stranger in the room. “What the hell are you doing Peter?!” Y/N yelled. “I said, can we talk?” Peter asked again, scratching the back of his neck, actually waiting for a legit answer. “Get out Peter,” Y/N sighed.

“I just want to talk!” Peter yelled this time scaring the two other. He felt his eyes burning up, his vision got blurry by the tears. “I’m leaving,” the guy threw his hands up in the air, leaving a shirtless Y/N and a crying Peter in the middle of the room alone.

“Are you aware of how ridiculous you are being right now?” Y/N yelled and threw his hands up. Peter shook his head, his eyes were dark now. “Will you stop yelling at me and just listen for a damn second?!” He yelled back, ironically. He managed to hold his tears back, now he was just full with anger and jealousy.

“Just tell me what the fuck you want from me and get the hell out of my life because you are just-“

Peter cut her off by smashing his lips at hers. He broke the kiss and whispered:” I want you.” Now Peter was someone different than he usually was, the feelings that had been aching him for a while were out finally.

“What the hell,” Y/N whispered, not really stopping Peter at all. Peter locked their lips once again and grabbed Y/N’S legs up to wrap them around his belly. He roamed his hands on the sides of her legs, making her moan into the kiss.

Peter finally grabbed her from her hips and carried her to the bed while sucking on her neck.

“Do you have any idea how much I waited to do this?” Peter gasped, quickly unbuttoning her pants. He grabbed her both hands in his one hand and roamed her body with his other. He started kissing her collarbone and slowly got downwards while mumbling: “Do you have any idea how I wanted to be that guy the second I saw him all over you?”

Peter’s pants were finally off, leaving a relieved Y/N who had been waiting for ages them to be off. Peter whispered how much he had wanted her since the beginning while Y/N was a moan mess under him. This was a sight of Peter no one knew about, even himself.

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“Asami, where do babies come from?”

If Korra could have taken a photograph of the greatest moment of her life, she would have.

The image: A breezy day in early spring. Wildflowers blooming all over Air Temple Island, trees cloaked in whites and pinks. A woman sits on a stone bench, a small boy on her lap. She holds a children’s book out in front of them both.

His face: The picture of innocence, head tilted back to look at the woman.

Her face: Mortification. Disillusionment. The death of innocence.

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–Wild Space, by Karen Miller

This is just a sampling of some of the times Obi-Wan has thought about Anakin during this book.  Or dreamed about him.  Or had visions about him. Or groaned his name when half-conscious.  Or just when he has five minutes to himself, his thoughts drifting to Anakin.

All of these (and more!) happened in one book.  Even Bail is like, “….wow, those two are attached at the hip.”  Hell, even Mace and Yoda are like, “Should we be worried about how married these two are??”  I DUNNO, MAYBE???


A Rose by Any Other Name

Request: Hi! Can I request an imagine with Peter Parker x reader where she’s an extraverted artistic popular girl (she writes poetry) with dyed hair who’s friends with Peter and has a crush on him but he’s completely oblivious to it and they act like a couple already but it’s just bc they connect together so well and soon she can’t help herself but say “dude I have huge crush on u how can u be so bLIND” or something like that. I love this blog so much it’s such a blessing 😭😭😭 


Peter walked into the classroom with  a couple of his friends. He was talking animatedly to them about something you couldn’t hear, but he was so cute and excited that it didn’t even matter. His face was alight with passion, and you imagined he was talking about rebuilding his computer, something he’d been planning to do since midterms were over and he was a bit ahead in his school work.

“Are you just gonna stare at him?” your friend Liz questioned.  

“What?” You hadn’t really comprehended her words. Her voice startled you out of your reverie and she laughed at your bewildered expression.

“You should write him a poem. Something like Peter, dear sweet Peter how your eyes remind me of candles in the window of the home of my heart.”

“That’s ridiculous. Wouldn’t even be a good line,” you laughed.

“Is she pining over Parker again?” your other friend, Betty asked as she sat down in the desk next to you.

“Yes,” Liz laughed.

“I am not, pining,” you protested.

“Good, you don’t have to pine, he’d be lucky to have you. A nerd like him dating one of the most popular girls at school,” Betty quipped.

You frowned at that, sure you were popular, but not because you particularly wanted to be. You were a people person, a talker, people were attracted to that kind of personality, “He’s not just some nerd,” you rebuked, “he’s a good person.”

“A rose by any other name,” Liz went on teasing.

“The captain of the football team wants to go out with you and you’re pining over Peter Parker. Excuse me for being a little confused about your priorities,” Betty scoffed.

“We are young, Betty. We are young and infinite and the titles we press to our chest mean nothing to the universe. A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet, and a good person under any other title will still be good.”

“Ugh, can’t you save it for the poetry club?” Betty groaned.

“I thought it was beautiful,” Liz bumped her shoulder into yours, “You’re just mad because you can’t land the football captain.”

“Yes!! And she’s throwing away the opportunity for Peter frikin Parker!” Betty exclaimed. You clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Betty! Shush. Jeez, I’ll put in a good word for you.” you promised.

“Go talk to him before class starts,” Liz urged hitting you with her shoulder again, as if to give you a physical push toward him. You took her advice and went over to Peter. You sat on  the table where he and his friends were as you walked over they looked up and greeted you happily.

“I was just talking about my computer,” Peter filled you in.

“I figured you were. You know I’m lost when it comes to your cool tech stuff,” you smirked.

“It’s not so hard, it’s like putting together a jigsaw puzzle, all  you need is to see the whole picture.”

“Hey, metaphors are my thing Parker,” you teased poking him in the shoulder.

“It’s why I use them, it’s the only way you understand my techno babble. By the way, I heard you got a poem published in the paper, congrats.”

“Oh please, it’s just the paper, who even reads those anymore?”

“Fancy publishers. This could be your big break.”

“If it is, I’ll have you take the picture for the cover of my first book,” you laughed.

Liz and Betty watched the two of you from their place in the back of the class. Well, Liz watched, Betty was complaining about something or another.

“I think they’re cute together. I mean half the school already thinks they’re a couple,” Liz murmured.

“It’s social suicide,” Betty responded.

“Oh come on, Peter’s sweet, and just look at them, look how happy she is.”

You were laughing at something Manuel, one of Peter’s friends had said, leaning on Peter for support so you wouldn’t topple off the table with how hard you were laughing. Liz smiled at that; you and Liz were close, closer than either of you were to Betty. In retrospect, she wasn’t really sure how Betty became a part of your little group. She often wondered how to get rid of her. The bell signaling the beginning of class rang and you hurried back to your seat with a giddy smile on your face.

“Peter says he’s going to homecoming this year,” you grinned.

“Yeah? Does he have a date already?” Liz  asked.

“He and his friends are going as a group.”

“Maybe you can ask him to homecoming.”

“I don’t want to ruin their group thing. I’ll see them there though.”

Class started and there was little talk between any of you as the lesson went on. A class ended you got held up talking to Liz and while you were trying to catch up to Peter, the captain of the football team, Eric, stopped you in the hall. Liz stood beside you and rolled her eyes as he and his buddies walked up.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted.

“Hey, Eric, what’s up?” you asked with a friendly smile. He smiled back and glanced at one of his friends over his shoulder as if he was sealing some kind of deal.

“I heard you don’t have a date to homecoming. How about you and I got together?”

“… No thanks. I’ve got plans to go with friends… You should ask Betty though. I know she’s still looking for a date.”

“Psh your loss, babe,” he shrugged, walking past you as he and his friends laughed. You rolled your eyes and gave Liz an exasperated glance. She laughed a little at your expression. As you started off towards Peter’s locker your really Peter was in fact right there, staring holes into the back of Eric’s head.

“Peter, hey!” you called braving through the lanes of walking high schoolers to get to him. He looked at you and mustered up a smile but it seemed off,  forced, “I wanted to walk with you to English… is everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, come on.”

You waved to Liz as she went in the opposite direction towards her own class. Peter was uncharacteristically quiet that block, but by the time lunch rolled around he seemed like himself again. The lunch room was buzzing, as homecoming was next week and everyone was excited for the football game and the dance. You were excited too. Today you sat next to Michelle. She was going to wear a tux to Homecoming.

“I’ve got to outdo the boys every way I can,” she smiled giving the boys a smug smirk.

“Do you have pictures?” you asked excitedly.

“Yes I do,” she pulled out her phone and the two of you talked about her suit.

“What about you, Y/N?” Peter asked.

“She’s probably color coordinating with someone. Didn’t Eric ask you to homecoming?” Manuel asked.

“He did, but I’m not going with him. I’ll probably just go alone, but I do have a dress picked out, but you guys can’t see it until the day of. Michelle however, can see it now,” you grinned showing her your phone.

“Oh, wow,” her face went blank with awe and shock.

“It’s good right?”

“Beautiful. Jesus.” she  nodded.

Peter was quiet again, and he was for the rest of the lunch period.

Homecoming rolled around and you were putting the finishing touches  on your hair and make up. Your mother was a great helping hand and she took enough pictures to fill a book. Betty and Liz had dates but you were still riding with them to the dance. Your mom had you all get together and take pictures in the living room before letting you guys leave. The homecoming theme this year was old Hollywood, so you entered the gym on a red carpet. It bothered a little that your friends were all arm and arm with their dates walking and you were alone. But before you had a chance to get down in the dumps about it, Liz wrapped an arm around your waist and smiled at you. Suddenly her date was more of a third wheel then you are.

“You look amazing. You’ll knock Parker’s socks right off.” she grinned at you.  

Peter stood in a far off corner talking with his friends, and critiquing the choice of music, when Michelle let out a low whistle.

“Y/N just walked in, Parker.” despite the fact that Michelle’s words were meant for Peter, everyone turned to look at you, and everyone’s jaw dropped. You walked in with a radiant smile in a dress made to fit you and only you. They couldn’t even imagine anyone else wearing it. Peter felt sorry for everyone else in the room, including himself, how the hell were they supposed to share a room with this much beauty. He quickly pushed those feelings down, you were a popular kid. You were supposed date big football guys, not nerds like himself. That thought vanished when you made eye contact with him and your smile grew impossibly brighter. The feelings he tried to push down came right back up to drown him as you came his way. However as you were on your way Eric stopped you. You looked up at him with a smile and talked for a little while.

“Ugh, I wish that fuckboy would leave Y/N alone, she’s too good for him,” Michelle complained. Peter turned around, not wanting to watch Y/N get whisked away by some guy he could never be.

You waited impatiently for Eric to stop talking to you. He was retelling his victory in the homecoming a game. A game that you had seen, and therefore didn’t need the play by play of the winning throw.

“That’s great, Eric, I’ve got some friends I want to-” you tried to get past him but he caught you by the waist, you pushed his hand off of you, “Didn’t you come here with Betty? Why don’t you go find her?” your voice was hard no nonsense.

“Ew, he’s still trying,” Michelle was still complaining.

“Michelle, if she wants to date Eric,” Peter began but his voice recoiled at Eric’s name in disgust, “then that’s none of our business. She doesn’t belong to us.”

“Oh bull, you guys are practically married,” Michelle argued, “I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

“Well she’s not mine so…” Peter shrugged.

“Come on man,” Manuel groaned, “you’re the best of all of us. You have to do it for us. We can let her get sucked into the black hole that is Eric.”

“Oh oh, she’s coming this way,” Michelle warned. You walked up to them a bright smile back on your face.

“Look at you guys! You clean up well,” you complimented, “And Michelle, you are killing that tux. Fuck. It. Up. Sis.”

“Thank you, thank you,” Michelle gave a bow, “but nevermind me, look at you. Doesn’t she look great, Peter?”

“Yeah,” he answered dejectedly.

“Peter you look really good too, second only to Michelle in her suit.” you teased, despite the stinging blow his disinterest was.

“Thanks.” he responded half heartedly.

“We’re gonna get some punch,” Michelle announced taking Manuel with her. You and Peter watched them go, and you realized they were giving you time alone.

“Peter did I do something wrong?” you asked curiously.

“No, no, but you should probably get back to Eric, he’ll wonder where you are,” he grumbled.


“I see how he looks at you. It’s fine, I’m not gonna take offense to it. I know how the social hierarchy works.”

“You are so blind… Jesus, I’m not gonna date Eric, he can look at me anyway he’d  like and my answer would be still be no.”

“Why, is there someone else?” he was looking down at his feet now.

“Yes, there is, and he’s unbelievably cute and petty as hell.”

“Well get to him then,” he was pouting now.

“Oh my god!! You idiot, it’s you. I like you!” you groaned. His head snapped up to look at you.


“You couldn’t tell. Why else does a girl interested in nothing but art and poetry take an interest in building computers. It’s you Peter. It’s always been you.”

“You like me?” he was dumbfounded, it never occurred to him that you could like him back.

“Yes, you genius idiot.”

“I…I like you too. A lot, a lot and you look so gorgeous tonight and-”

You cut him off with a hug, laughing at your predicament, “Dance with me before I change my mind about you.”

He looked at you like you were the eighth world wonder and nodded because he couldn’t find his voice to answer. As you took to the dance floor you noticed Liz throwing you a thumbs up. At the same time Peter noticed Michelle and Manuel grinning at them. You both looked away from your  friends and made eye contact.

“I can’t believe you made me spell it out for you,” you laughed.

“Well it’s hard to believe that the prettiest girl in school would fall for a nerd like me.”

“A rose by any other name,” you smiled and kissed his nose, making him blush.

1/???? beatles album aesthetics

                                                       rubber soul

“I’d never heard a collection of songs that were all that good before. It’s like a collection of folk songs, and they’re all just really, really great songs. And not just about love. They’re about a lot of different things, but they all go together, somehow. Listening to Rubber Soul didn’t clarify my ideas for Pet Sounds, exactly. But it inspired me. When we were listening to it that night I said to myself, ‘Now I’m gonna make an album just as good as Rubber Soul.’ Not the same album. Obviously there can only be one album that’s Rubber Soul, just like there can only be one Pet Sounds. But it inspired me to do my own thing, and so the next morning I went to the piano and wrote “God Only Knows” with Tony Asher. „ —Brian Wilson

 “It sort of dawned on me that love was the answer, when I was younger, on the Rubber Soul album. My first expression of it was a song called The Word. The word is 'love’. 'In the good and the bad books that I have read,’ whatever, wherever, the word is 'love’. It seems like the underlying theme to the universe. Everything that was worthwhile got down to this love, love, love thing. And it is the struggle to love, be loved and express that that’s fantastic„ —John Lennon

We were very pleased with the way everything’s turned out. We all think it’s just about our best LP. I can’t wait for it to come out. The sleeve’s finished too, and the picture on the front is pretty good! „ —George Harrison

GUESS WHAT'S DONE (ish. i'm tired)

All pages are under the cut! Except, of course, for the five pages I’m too lazy to finish. Counting the cover and credits, there’s fifteen pages of fun inside! And five pages of fun not inside! For a total of twenty pages! That exist. Just not here. They’re elsewhere. Only fifteen pages exist here.  WOW.  

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Boyfriend! au - Hongseok

Hey guys ! I would give you a crappy excuse as to why I never update, but I’m just a graduating senior so ya’ll should understand lol. But, because I felt bad (also had extra inspiration) I added a bonus to this one. Enjoy reading folks :)

Originally posted by edawnnie

(also why does Hongseok have so many cute gifs it was soo hard to pick :/)

  • that guy that you see every Tuesday and Thursday at the gym? THATS YANG HONGSEOK 4 U
  • It’s easy to tell by his appearance that he’s a sweet guy not ur typical muscle guy

  • Like it’s obvious he’s down to earth he dedicates his time to school, his job teaching little kids english and chinese, and working out ikr so ideal

  • Typical guy that literally everyone has heart eyes 4. Your sister? Yep. Your grandma? Yep. Even ur brother. Hongseok is just a 20/10 kind of guy

  • Ofc his friends give him shit for it (they’re slightly jealous but they would never tell him that)

  • Esp his friends hui and edawn

  • As a competition they tried to see who could get the most “jacked” in a week

  • Let’s just say it didn’t go well…

  • So, as you could expect, hongseok encouraged hui and edawn as they traded spots lifting every 2.3 minutes

  • But edawn screamed his lungs out after about dropping the weight on his chest cuz hui didn’t spot him (see that gym terminology yo i’m cool af)

  • He literally continued to encourage them as they looked like dumb and dumber he’s that nice

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Cardcaptor Sakura: Clear Card Arc Chapter 11 Translation

I went to the bookstore at lunch today and was happy to find that Nakayoshi is out a day early. Here is the full version of the chapter 11 translation.  Going through it a second/third time, I noticed some errors I made in the preview versions and have corrected them (just nuances and typos; nothing plot significant). Sorry about the changes!

Also, I bought some extra goods yesterday at Sakura Fest and will be updating my CCS goods sale post soon.  If you’re interested in an item, please PM me. Right now things are quite busy for me at work, but I will try to respond as quickly as I can. :)

☆★Translation Notes Reminder★☆

Disclaimer: These are just fan translations. Please support the official release.

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A little birthday gift from me to you. ^^ Happy Bday!! Just kinda doodled what popped into my head. I love the stories you tell and I just wanted to show it. Sorry if it’s real messy and sketchy. Don’t know if I’ll have the time to finish it anytime soon, but here you go!

OH MY GOSH AHHHHHHH!!! THIS!! It’s so beautiful thank you!!!!!!!! D: Wow literally almost cried when I first saw this!! I would KILL to see this finished or even colored! It’s so clever and amazing dude!!! I honestly adore the way you drew sabe the most AGH his wings and his hair!!! Y u makin me cri like dis ?? ;___; The staging of the scene and the books, papers etc is just SO GOOD. setting this as my phone wallpaper even without color tbh !! XDDD