i want one on top of the other

So I never post on Tumblr anymore but I felt like this needed to be put here.

I’m really bad at infographics, but someone asked a question in a group I’m in that merited this one being created.

We always talk a lot about why certain organisations are bad and others are good in the autistic community, but what we don’t usually do is establish where most of those good organisations are and what the GREAT ones are doing on top of that.

Here’s a handy guide we can use when examining local and national organisations! It is in no way comprehensive, of course.

(And yes, it does have a copyright with my real name on it because I really don’t want this being shared without proper credit.)

[Image description: Infographic with title ‘A Guide for Identifying Good Autism Organizations (and how they can improve!)’.

© 2017 Samantha Perry

There is a table with two columns labelled ‘Baseline’ and 'Better’. The text from left to right in each row is transcribed below.

Does the organization have multiple autistic people in their leadership?

Is the organization founded by or run entirely by autistic people?

Does the organization use proper language (identity-first, no functioning labels)?

Does the organization actively renounce and denounce person-first language and functioning labels?

Does the organization avoid imagery such as puzzle pieces or ‘light it up blue’?

Does the organization use neurodiversity imagery such as the rainbow infinity symbol?

Does the organization support legislation that benefits autistic people and reject legislation that harms them?

Does the organization actively campaign for/ against legislation that impacts the autistic community, and encourage civic participation (calling lawmakers, protesting, etc.)?

Does the organization focus on supporting autistic people through self-advocacy?

Does the organization denounce ‘treatments’ and ‘cures’ for autistic people?

Does the organization fundraise only to support its daily operation and not for ‘research’ or ‘treatments’?

Does the organization fundraise to directly benefit autistic people and their families in the local community?

Does the organization validate self-diagnosed autistic people and communicate reasons why many autistic people may be self-diagnosed?

Does the organization actively include self-diagnosed people and work to create solutions within the medical community that reduce barriers to diagnosis?

Does the organization acknowledge autistic adults exist?

Does the organization involve, support, and validate autistic people of all ages?

Is the organization focused on helping autistic people rather than focusing on families and caregivers?

Is the organization focused on pioneering coping strategies and self-advocacy for autistic people, regardless of age or ability?]

When you are torn between wanting your bias groups to appear on TV so the world can see how crazy and funny and extra they are and not letting them out of their usual bubble because the chances of them enbarrassing themselves are way too high...

For newer groups, on one hand, you want the world to know them but on the other hand, you want to protect them from both themselves and the outside world.
For older groups…I guess one more embarrassingly tv guesting wouldn’t do much damage. Lol

anonymous asked:

Can ADHD be like a cover up/hide other disorders? I've been diagnosed with ADHD and I know I do "classic ADHD things" but the things I do and the way I act and my attitude towards everything is confusing. I can be happy on top of the world one sec and the next I'll want to cry. I can be starving one min and the next I feel full. I can be calm and relaxed one min and the next I'm punching walls going mental. Correct me if I'm wrong but I don't think that has anything to do with ADHD does it?

It could be related to ADHD but the way you’re describing it, it could definitely be something else completely. You should talk to your doctor about this for sure.

-J

cinnamonsuga  asked:

hi skye!! i've been following you for a little while now but i haven't really had the guts to come talk to you. i love your gifs, they're always so pretty! but on top of that, i've seen your interactions with other users, especially anons, and you are so sweet!! like you seem so genuinely sweet and kind, and it's so nice to see that. you've quickly become one of my favorite blogs. i just wanted to share some love since you're always brightening up my dash. i hope you have a great day <3

wiesnccmvnvjkndfjkf omg… idek what to say to such a sweet message! im just so happy?? thank you for taking the time to send me this, it really means so much to me. i will undoubtedly have a good day bc of your message! thank you again ;;;; ily, and i hope you have/had a wonderful day yourself 💖

minervra  asked:

I saw you were doing a Flames team share post soon! Off the top of my head; Monahan has a younger(?) sister called Jacqueline, Widemann brought a $10M lawsuit onto the flames at the end of this season for a hit on a ref, Ferland's instagram is actually ferdaddy79 (I'm still cringing) but his daughter is super cute, Monahan and Gaudreau have both(? - one of them definitely said it) said they want to play with each other for the next 10 years, Stajan lost his first child shortly after birth [pt 1]

Johnny has a younger brother named Matt who also played for BU, when he was younger Johnny’s dad used to use skittles to teach him how to skate, Tkachuk and Auston Matthews are pretty good friends (both from Scottsdale, AZ), the flames have some really great team videos (scaring each other on halloween, johnny vs mony, cheesy jokes, behind the scenes on team flights, showing the houses they live in, etc), Johnny was voted least likely to get a date for valentine’s day for being too shy [pt 2]

Monahan has a goldendoodle called Sam that’s “a little bit bigger than johnny gaudreau”, Dougie Hamilton photobombs everyone all the time, Freddie is the older Hamilton, Bennett has a sponsorship (not sure that’s the right word) with Audi, Monahan has one with Toyota, at least some members of the team are always at Calgary Stampede (this year was Johnny and Curtis, as a draftee Bennett was really excited about dev camp because Stampede was on at the same time) [pt 3 - end] hope it’s helpful!

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I love you so much!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3

anonymous asked:

What if Emerald has limb enhancers? It'll be so cool if she does, I really want to see another limb-enhanced gem (other than a Peridot)

Hmmm idk how I feel about this. If she were to have limb enhancements, I want them to be extremely top notch. Like an upgrade from Peridot’s old ones.

I wouldn’t want her to have them, but I wouldn’t be mad if she did.

Also I can’t be the only who thinks Emerald is Peridot’s manager lol

okay mchanzo fans (and overwatch fans in general) i’m gonna have to stop you guys for like a quick moment here because these blatantly racist fics are apparently going to keep happening and some of you might want to distant yourselves from That Mess with the help of these facts

  • calling hanzo “handsoap” IS racist because you are mocking someone’s language and native name. this is personally frustrating because i have experienced name calling from other kids and ADULTS about my name to the point where i stopped giving it out and wanted to change it to something Comfortably White
  • stop calling japanese characters weeaboo/otaku. they aren’t fucking compliments
  • you know how uncomfortable it is to watch you guys call a brown man of indeterminate origin a mutt/dog? it’s REALLY uncomfortable
  • stop white washing poc
  • making the darker skinned character the more muscly/dominate one is….you guessed it…….gross as hell
  • why are yall obsessed with who bottoms and tops???
  • google translate is not your friend. it’s a program. 
  • if you don’t know how multilingual people use language then just?? don’t use Law & Order as a reference guide. they don’t know either. if they’re speaking in another language just put it in italics or brackets i don’t care i just can’t take it anymore
  • hanzo was a yakuza boss who killed his brother in cold blood why are you casting him as some wilting flower that stutters at being in the same room as another man 
  • mccree has the highest bounty we’ve seen so far and has been on the run FOR YEARS and yall are still basic enough to think he’s stupid because what? he has a southern accent? he participates in vaquero culture?
  • btw vaquero culture IS a thing and i wouldn’t be surprised if it stayed a thing decades from now

groundedvindaloop  asked:

something not specific - a cute kyle doing cute kyle things

i guess these arent specifically cute things but hes always cute so it doesnt rly matter

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stare through the mirror of the self, reflect the face of someone else (the bodyguard au) by bigchickcannibalistic

She’s leaning it. Red lips close – so tantalising close it’s fucking taunting her and it’s fucking unfair. So fucking unfair. Because her heart’s pounding, her hands are already on her hips and her throat is so dry it could be a fucking desert.

And it’s so fucking unfair because this is not how it’s supposed to go, and how can her body just betray her like that, just give in to temptation wrapped in a black dress and with positively thirsty eyes?

I give to you the rival sports team Klance AU you never wanted but are getting anyway because I have zero (0) self restraint:

  • I’m gonna say yolo and throw them into college bc college kids always have free time to do competitive sports and get scholarships and stuff so here we ARE in COLLEGE with SWIM TEAMS
  • Keith and Lance go to different schools but have been running into each other at swim meets for months and they’re always neck and neck in their times
  • Lance is the swim captain of his team and they represent the Blue Panthers from the state university and they’re one of the top teams in the league
  • Keith isn’t the swim captain but he’s kind of like the coach of the Red Lions? maybe their actual coach is a flake and someone needed to step in and actually Do Something, so he took over and all his teammates regard him as their coach/teammate duo bc he still swims with them, he just directs them kinda thing?
    • his drills are the most feared thing on the planet and everyone is terrified of Tuesday and Thursday night practices because inevitably Keith will make them do some sort of terrifying equivalent of suicides but in the water and everyone goes home sore and tired 
  • so there’s a championship swim meet out of state and everyone’s been prepping for this for months and it’s a Big One
  • there’s always a pre-party for this kind of stuff, right?? well now there is, fuck it
  • Keith forbids his team to go because they need to be in their best shape for the morning swim trials and if he Hears One Word that any of them were there, someone gonna die
  • inevitably, his team goes lmao
  • he probably was swimming laps before bedtime when he hears the party raging on the floor above his own
    • (he’s an insomniac and has even more trouble when he’s sleeping in a hotel bed and swimming always helps tire him out)
  • annoyed, he goes to investigate and tell them to shut the fuck up bc SOME people have a competition tomorrow and starts banging on the door and Lance opens it with a flourish and a grin
    • Lance: GUYS JOSH IS BACK WITH MORE ICE
    • Lance: ….wait you’re not Josh
    • Keith: oh my god of course it would be you
    • Lance: HEY WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN
  • they start fighting immediately and then someone slips past the door behind Lance and Keith recognizes that hair and he shoves Lance aside to get into the hotel room and it’s one of his teammates oooooh boy he gon DIE
    • Keith just wordlessly points out the door and the few members of his team file out real fuckin quick bc they know they’re about to be reamed out
    • then Lance pushes Keith’s shoulder and calls him a buzzkill
    • Keith spins around and puts his palm on Lance’s chest and pushes him into the nearest wall and whispers all low and dangerous “I can’t wait to destroy you tomorrow.” then saunters off and calls over his shoulder “Enjoy your hangover!” and Lance is s h o o k
  • needless to say, Lance is hungover the next morning
  • the race is close, but Keith’s team places first and Lance’s second
  • Lance was the last swimmer so he’s hanging off the side of the pool and throws his goggle and cap on the floor and is cursing and wishing he hadn’t been the one to throw that party bc he fucked up and then he hears a small laugh
    • shocker: it’s Keith 
    • Lance goes to glare up at him but Keith just pulled off his swim cap and his hair is tumbling down his shoulders like some brunette Adonis and Lance just gets angrier bc how can this guy be SO GOOD and also disgustingly attractive it’s like God is shitting on him it’s rude 
  • going forward, it’s a total game on vibe with them and it’s such a back and forth between meets and it’s literally neck and neck with both of them pushing their teams harder than ever before and it’s wild
  • then there’s some big rager or kegger at some off-campus house and Keith is dragged out by his teammates as punishment for being such a hardass lately and “this is a great way to pull that stick out of your ass please don’t make me do fifty push ups for saying that okay i’m soRRY” 
  • they walk in to some tall guy doing a hand stand on a keg and chugging upside down and his shirt has fallen down around his neck so he’s just this long, brown, toned stomach
  • Keith’s not blind, okay, so he admires the view but ultimately he’s just like …………….you’re all idiots and goes to leave except the guy gets off and lets out the grossest burp and wipes his face with this huge shit-eating grin
    • shocker: it’s Lance
    • Keith is shook
    • but he’s also immediately on the defensive and ready to fight so he gets all bristly until Lance spots him by the door with his friends and is like “hHEY yOu!” bc he’s loaded and he stumbles into Keith’s chest and pokes his collarbone and smiles even bigger and goes “betcha can’t do a keg stand”
      • shocker again: Keith does it bc who is he to turn down a challenge
  • long story short, they both end up making out in a coat closet and in the morning when they wake up in their respective beds after their friends dragged them home, they both remember it happening and groan and cover their faces with their hands
  • cue the awkward future swim meets and budding romance
  • you’re all welcome
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prompt: “i had a nightmare about you and i just wanted to make sure you’re okay” + “hey, i’m with you, okay? always” + “do you want me to leave?” + “i think i’m in love with you and i’m terrified” + “i shouldn’t be in love with you” + “kiss me”

pairing: tony x reader

word count: 2.6k+

warnings: nightmares, 2am confessions of love, purest form of fluff

prompt list: click here

a/n: i wanna give tony all the love he deserves he’s the purest soul in this world and he needs to be reminded how wonderful he is every hour of the day x

SPOILER: THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE EVER WRITTEN

It was just past 2am when Y/N’s eyes shot open, her heart going 120 miles per second in her chest. Her fingers were gripping the bed sheets firmly and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

She was never one to suffer from nightmares but the dream she had just violently woken up from could surely be on the top ten list of the worst ones she ever had.

She slowly relaxed, staring up at the ceiling, still breathing heavily.

It was okay. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real.

But as she continued to look at the vast expanse of space above her head, barely being able to make out the shape of the chandelier in the pitch black room, she realised that the feeling of dread simply wouldn’t go away and allow her to go back to sleep.

Something felt horribly wrong. It was like that feeling you get right before you get your results after a test you didn’t study for. Except multiplied by twenty.

She reached under her pillow and searched for her phone, squinting at the screen as she attempted to read the time. She knew everyone in the compound was asleep but the idea of staring at the ceiling until morning, feeling this awful sense of doom, wasn’t a good idea.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” She whispered, too quiet for any person to hear.

“Yes, Ms Y/L/N?” The voice sounded through the room and as strange as it was, Y/N was glad this computer system was watching over her and would inform someone if she was in trouble.

“Do you happen to know what Tony is doing?”

“Mr Stark is currently sleeping in his bedroom. Would you like me to wake him up?”

Y/N shook her head. “No, thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

“You are more than welcome.”

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair as she pushed the covers off and sat up. She looked around her room; there was a soft beam of light coming in through the curtains that relaxed her a little but she just felt so damn alone in her room after that nightmare.

She slowly stood up and made her way to the bathroom where she splashed some water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment.

The horrid feeling just wouldn’t leave her chest. It was as if the world was closing in on her and she couldn’t do anything about it until she knew he was safe.

F.R.I.D.A.Y had told her he was. He was asleep in his room. But computers could crash and even Tony’s tech could break down every once in a while. Knowing this, Y/N also knew she wouldn’t fall back asleep until she saw he was really okay.

So she dried her face with a soft towel and shut the lights out in her bathroom before exiting her room and beginning her descent towards Tony’s quarters.

The walk was long and Y/N’s bare feet were cold as they padded across the white tiles of the hallways. She liked living in the compound but walking through it alone at night felt like wandering the halls of a hospital when everyone else was sleeping. The walls were white, the floors were white, and there were elements of steel and glass everywhere.

It wasn’t surprising; the building acted as a headquarters for one of the biggest businesses in the world and only a small fraction of it consisted of living spaces. It seemed, however, that her bedroom was miles away from where Tony’s quarters were located. She had to take a long hallway, then a set of stairs, then another hallway, and climb another two floors before she reached it. By the time she was standing face to face with his door, the feeling of dread in her chest had grown by a thousand.

She knocked softly and when she didn’t receive a response, she pressed down the handle and gently pushed open the door. Because of how new the building was, the door did not creak and Y/N was beyond thankful. She pushed it open just enough to squeeze her head through and see if Tony was around. Realising he wasn’t, she pushed the door open wider and stepped inside.

The living area of his apartment was lit up by moonlight which seeped in through the giant windows. As F.R.I.D.A.Y. had told her, Tony wasn’t on the sofa, or in the kitchen, and the door leading down to his lab was closed, meaning he wasn’t in there, either. The only place left was his bedroom.

Y/N shut the door behind her quietly and tiptoed towards where she knew his room was located, almost walking into the corner of the glass coffee table.

When she finally reached his room, she noticed the door was ajar, and just like before she stuck her head inside. She scanned the room, quickly realising that from where she was standing she could not see Tony’s bed. So she lightly pushed the door open and to her horror, the hinges creaked as if they were fifty years old. Y/N cursed under her breath because a second later Tony’s concerned voice rang through the room.

“Who’s there?”

Y/N inhaled sharply and emerged from behind the half closed door. Tony was now sitting up in his bed, the white covers bunched around his waist and his face displaying mild apprehension. Next to his bed stood one of his suits, eyes glowing, left hand outstetched, ready to fire.

“It’s just me,” Y/N murmured, seeing Tony visibly relax. He expelled a breath.

“Power down.” The suit dropped its arm, took a few steps back to stand in the corner and its eyes stopped glowing like two burning torches.

Y/N remained standing where she was, her fingers shyly curling around the hem of her pyjama shorts. She casually studied Tony’s face to make sure he was okay.

“Why are you here at…” he glanced towards the clock on his bedside table. “2am?”

Y/N hesitated, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. She could feel the softness of Tony’s white furry rug between her toes, the pleasant heat of the electric fire place burning in the corner of the room, and the innocent curiosity of his eyes as he waited for her to answer.

On top of it all, she could also feel her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

He remained quiet for a moment but his expression softened as he studied her from across the room. She looked spooked and Tony wanted to ask her what the nightmare was about, but he figured this wasn’t the right moment. She already seemed uncomfortable after having been caught checking up on him.

“Are you okay?” She asked quietly and Tony nodded softly in response.

“Yeah, and are you?”

She bit her lip and then shook her head. And in an instant she was rushing across the room, climbing onto his bed and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“What’s wrong? What did you dream about?” He asked quietly, recovering from the shock and slowly beginning to stroke her hair. She moved to sit on his lap, her face buried in the crook of his neck, feeling so much more relaxed now that she could feel the warmth of his skin, hear his quiet breathing, his hands wrapped tightly around her. Y/N never wanted to let him go, afraid that if she did, he’d vanish like he did in her nightmare.

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” Tony assured her, honestly kind of confused by why a nightmare about something happening to him would affect her so much. They were friends, sure, but he was also friends with the rest of the team and not a single one of his other co-workers had rushed into his room at 2am because they were scared for his safety. Something felt different about this situation, and as he continued to hold her, feeling her grip him so tightly he’d find it painful if the situation was any different, Tony began to wonder why she was so shaken.

She remained sitting in his lap for minutes, and when she hiccuped quietly Tony realised she had been crying. He tightened his grip on her, threw his bed covers over her shoulders and pulled her down to lie down with him.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologised suddenly, sniffing a little and feeling so damn silly. But Tony wasn’t laughing at her, and he wasn’t teasing her for being an idiot. He just held her tight, let her lie down with her head on his chest and continued to stroke her hair as she attemtped to calm down.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s going to be okay.” He kissed her forehead and in response Y/N released a shaky breath and closed her eyes. It was fine. He was safe. Nothing bad had happened to him.

“It just seemed really real. I got scared that something might’ve happened to you,” she muttered into his chest, and Tony could feel her fist the fabric of his t-shirt. He kissed her head again.

“I’m alright. Nothing has happened so you don’t need to be scared,” he assured her softly, and when Y/N sniffed, Tony placed his hand over her own. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

She nodded softly, squeezing her eyes shut so that her remaining tears fell on her cheeks and then she promised herself she was fine. It was just a bad dream.

“Do you want me to leave?” She questioned, her voice barely audible but Tony was so close he heard every syllable clearly. Y/N silently hoped he’d let her stay; she didn’t want to go back to her room and sit in the daunting silence. She felt too at peace right where she was.

“Do you want to go?” He asked instead of answering her previous question and when she shook her head, Tony’s lips curved up into a soft little smile and he pulled her even closer to him. “Stay then. You’re more than welcome to.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, and he kissed her head one last time before feeling her relax in his arms. Tony took this as his moment to go back to sleep so he shut his eyes and savoured the feeling of her arm draped over his stomach, her head on his chest, her legs tangled with his. She was breathing softly, the sound lulling Tony to sleep and soon he could feel himself beginning to drift off.

“Tony?”

The sound of her voice pulled him back to reality.

“Yes, dear?”

She remained silent for a moment. Y/N bit her lip and for a moment, she wished she hadn’t called his name. But she did, and now Tony was waiting for her to say something. And other than the one sentence which had been flashing in her mind like a bright neon sign for the past month, she didn’t really have anything else to say.

“I know it’s silly but…” She paused, inhaling sharply and Tony stroked her arm, scared she might cry again. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

He didn’t respond immediately and a moment of strangely peaceful silence lingered in the air. It felt good to have it off her chest and surprisingly, Y/N didn’t fear getting rejected because even if he didn’t feel the same, they’d still be friends; and that was more than enough for her. Just knowing he was happy and safe was enough for her.

The sheets rustled as Tony moved under her. For a moment she thought he was going to remove himself from the bed, but instead, he rolled over onto his side so that he was facing her, and pushing Y/N to lie on her back instead. He looked down at her and instead of lying motionless and waiting for his response as any other person would after confessing their feelings, Y/N reached up and cupped his face in her hand.

Tony’s eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into her touch. He smiled softly, and when Y/N noticed, she smiled, too. They didn’t move for several seconds, but then Tony opened his eyes, removed her palm from his face and brought the back of her hand to his lips instead.

He pressed a long kiss to the soft flesh, looking at her face while his mouth was still against her skin.

“Why are you terrified?” He asked then, his voice quiet, laced with curiosity.

“Because,” she whispered back. “I shouldn’t be in love with you. But I am, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Tony smiled at her words, turning her hand and then kissing the inside of her wrist. With each kiss he moved his lips lower, leaving at least fifteen kisses on the inside of her arm alone.

“There is one thing you can do,” he told her, and when Y/N quirked a brow, the corner of his mouth curled up. “Kiss me.”

And just like that, Y/N was reaching out to cup his face again, using what little strength she could find at 2am to pull him closer. Tony held himself above her by placing his hand on the mattress next to her shoulder and leaning down to finally capture her lips with his own.

She held his face above her, lifting her head from the pillows to bring herself closer to him, and when their mouths met, she felt all her worries evaporating into the air. Tony’s lips were soft and his breath warm on her face.

They kissed softly, their mouths meeting time after time, and soon Tony was humming quietly at the feeling of her fingers running through his hair. He reached under the covers, carefully tracing her side and cupping the back of her thigh, slowly lifting it up and wrapping it around his waist.

He wanted to feel her closer and as the tips of his fingers lightly skimmed her skin, Y/N hoped that he would never retreat.

But like most things in life, the kissing had to end sooner or later, and when both of them found themselves struggling for air, their lips parted and Tony pressed his forehead to her own. Her eyes had fluttered closed, and when Tony looked down, he noticed the shadow that her lashes had cast over the tops of her cheeks.

The room was quiet for a while with the exception of the sound of their breathing and the crackling of the logs in the fire in the corner of the room. Tony shifted his weight to one arm, still hovering above her and when she opened her eyes, he tucked a stand of hair behind her ear.

She smiled at the gesture, but then Tony leaned down and kissed her again, and her smile grew wider.

“If you’re terrified of loving me, then we can be terrified together because holding something as precious as your heart is a thousand times more difficult than any fight I’ve ever fought,” he told her solemnly, and she watched him in awe, letting a quiet giggle escape her when he kissed the tip of her nose.

“I love you, too,” he added quietly, and when she smiled, he returned to his previous position and pulled her in closer. Her head fell to rest on his chest again and this time, when they closed their eyes and began to feel themselves drift off, there was nothing at the back of their minds trying to overshadow the complete contentment they both felt.


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First “Date?” (Peter Parker x reader)

Originally posted by jessikaort

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Peter and Y/N both hope that this friendly hangout is something a bit more in each others minds.

Requested: yes (anonymous)

Warnings: slight language

Man, I am on a roll today lmao! Hope you all like it!:) requests are open! I have some I’m putting out tomorrow! Here’s my masterlist!

MASTERLIST

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Your hair was not on your side today. The one day you actually decide to care about your appearance, your hair wants to be an evil little shit. You lifted your hands up to the top of your head, using your thumb and forefinger you attempted to flatten out the stray hair that kept wanting to pop itself back up. Finally getting your hair in tact, you sigh heavily, looking down at yourself in the mirror. Smoothing your skirt don with the palms of your hands you began to feel the anxiety build up in your system. This was your first date ever.

Okay, maybe you shouldn’t call it a date. Peter texted and asked you to come over hang out for the night. Of course, you being the obnoxious, wide-eyed loser who loved Peter, you took it very seriously. This was the first time you and Peter were going to hang out alone. No Ned, Michelle, or Liz even. Just the two of you.

Oh god, you think you’re going to be sick.

The nerves flooded your thoughts and body almost in instinct just thinking about being with Peter alone for more than five minutes. You didn’t want to be a nervous wreck, but you were. You shouldn’t be a nervous wreck. Peter was one of your best friends, you knew everything about the other, it wasn’t going to be awkward.

Unless you made it awkward.

Which you are bound to do. Peter just made you extremely nervous. His small, opened mouth smile was something you could never get tired of. Especially when it was directed at you. You felt like you were floating on Cloud Nine whenever he looked at you like that. His dazzling brown orbs were always radiating something, but you could never quite put your finger on it. You didn’t mind it though, they were extremely alluring to look at.

One  thing he would do quite often was, whenever Michelle made a joke or Ned laughed so hard it became contagious, making you laugh almost as hard, Peter would switch his attention to you it seemed, his structured yet soft features perked up at your laughter, eyes squinting in happiness at your joyous state. You had no idea the deep, enticing feeling had for him were recuperated.

His feelings for you were just as strong, if not stronger. He adored when you would slump into school, Y/E/C eyes tired, with no makeup on, completely bare faced. When the features you despised so much, hiding every day from the world, were exposed to his eyes, his heart did an enormous leap. His brown orbs would scan your face, taking in every line, crinkle, imperfection and smiled softly to himself.

One of his favorite things to watch you do was take your Y/H/C, Y/H/T (hair type) and softly pull the strands away from framing your face to behind your ears, in a messy bun, leaving a few loose strands around to frame your face. You drew his entire self in with almost everything you did, and you had no idea. It may sound a bit lavish, but he was mesmerized by you. Everything you did enhanced him. So, when you agreed to come over tonight to hangout he was ecstatic. He yearned for you to see this night as a date. And you did.

“Oh, cm'on! Captain America could beat the shit out of Iron Man. He’s got the shield,” you hollered, throwing your hands up as you shoved a fistful of popcorn into your mouth.

Peter rolled his eyes, scooting closer to you on the couch, throwing his right arm out into the air, “I’m telling you Y/N, there’s no way. You have to look at the physics aspect of it! That thing does not obey the laws of physics at all,” he said confidently, his scratchy voice chuckling after his statement.

You two were arguing about who would win in an Avengers battle. Peter swore up and down that Iron Man could beat the living hell out of anybody that got in his way, and you weren’t so sure. He went on for minutes, discussing how the entire battle would go down if such action did happen. You stared at him strangely, due to the fact that every key point he made was in such grave detail.

He sighed heavily once he was able to catch a breath. You laughed lightly and cocked your head to the side, “You literally sound like you could have been there once it happened,” you laughed at his exasperated state.

“Well, detail is key to any good story,” he let out, eyes wandering to every where else in the room, except to meet yours. You stared at him skeptically, but shrugged it off because it just sounded like Peter was being Peter.

You sat in uncomfortable silence for a couple of seconds, your eyes floating around the small living room, pairing your eyes with whatever you could fine, just not Peter’s. You sensed a heavy sigh emit from him after a couple of seconds, your brain picking up on the signal of boredom.

You’re being awkward. Stop being awkward! Why are you just sitting in silence?! Not opening your wide trap is worse than sitting here in uncomfortable, stiff silence for minutes!

You feel your cheeks flush as you intake a deep breath, breaking the wall of silence between you two as he glanced your way, catching his attention. Before a back and forth toss up in your on whether to break the silence thoroughly, you cough before speaking, “So, how was your chemistry-”

“Beep beep!”

You were cut off by the sound of Peter’s phone lighting up, signalling a text. Your attention snaps from him to the phone sitting behind you on the  table.

“Oh! Sorry, I just need to check and make sure it’s not May freaking out,” he then leaned his body completely over your frame, hovering over you.

Your heart quickened at your sudden closeness as you felt your face turn from a standard pink to a deep red. His knees dug into the couch right next to your legs, the heat radiating off your entire body, you attempted to hide the nervousness evident on your face before Peter sat back down. You could here the clicking of the keyboard on his phone for a short time before hearing the ‘swoosh’, letting you know he had answered the text, placing his phone back down.

The next thing you know, Peter’s frame had moved from hovering over you to right in front of you. Your eyes moved towards his, his beautiful eyes staring intently into yours, and at such a close proximity, you could see little flecks of light brown detected around his iris. Your eyes then made their way from his eyes to lips, and back and forth for what felt like centuries. He copied your actions, his eyes finding their way down to your lips as he leaned closer to you.

You didn’t know what moving was at this point. He had you locked in a trance, and you weren’t about to dare yourself to try and escape it. Your breaths mixed together, and the closer he got, the closer you became to exploding from happiness. Before you knew it, his lips found yours in a searing kiss.

Your eyes immediately shut as you brought your lips closer to his if it was even possible. He placed his strong hands on the back of the couch, on either side of your shoulders. You felt all of your worries wash away as his lips came off and back onto yours. Your hands found themselves in his hair, softly tugging at the strands.

Due to loss of breath, Peter pulls away, breathless. His eyes searched yours, your mouth slightly open for lack of breath. You stared at each other for seconds before he muttered, “W-Well, I really hope you don’t just think of this as a hangout.”

You smiled widely at him, “With just you, Peter Parker? I would never dream of it.”

speedsterunlimited  asked:

Wow! The top 10 outfits for Minako were crazy! I love your comments Audrey XD Could you do a 10 ten for Makoto please? 💚💚💚💚

I hope you’re ready for the high waisted pants appreciation post, because that’s what it’s going to be. 

10. This is the ultimate Mom Friend look. She is just going out to run some errands and wants to know if you want anything from the grocery store while she’s out. 

9. Mom Friend: Summer Edition, a very similar look but for warmer weather. The loosely tucked shirt says “oh this old thing I just threw it on very casually” but is actually meticulously crafted. 

8. Serving up ice cream but also serving up LOOKS, correct? 

7. Wholeheartedly accepting her color motif into her heart and wardrobe. This ensemble screams “I am the reincarnated guardian of the planet Jupiter, born on this earth as a human.” 

6.  A lot of Mako’s look trend toward the femme side of things, but this one outfit is the tomboy within saying “hey today is the day we wear a hooded jersey with a baseball cap” and Makoto (who has learned to accept herself with the help of Usagi) says “hell yes it is.”

5. This might possibly be an outfit of Miss Haruna’s, but truly this outfit belongs to anyone who can pull it off. It’s like the Excalibur of clothing. 

4. The shorts are layered over the shirt, which is layered over the jacket, which is layered over the shorts. All is layered, and layers over all else. It’s beautiful, is what it is. 

3. Speaking of layers. Sometimes you want to take off all those cute but uncomfortable clothes and slip into something cozy and even cuter than before. 

2. I was already a huge fan of the green turtleneck, the high waisted shorts with matching hair tie, and the crisp white vest with a bow in the back. This is already the perfect outfit. But as soon as you add sunglasses, it just becomes….. transcendent. It’s greater than any of us could have imagined. It’s beyond us now. 

1. You knew what number one was before this list was ever even made. 

When your ship isn’t the most popular ship in the fandom.

a.k.a me being salty

Searching for fanfictions of any ship other than ereri can be really frustrating. As for some reason, writers feel the need to tag every side ship in their work, whenever it’s a past relationship or even an implied relationship.

from my experience this is how searching for top fics goes:

Oh you want some eruri? here have this ereri fic featuring Erwin Smith as Levi’s evil ex, instead.

IS eremin what you are looking for? nope. but consider this,ereri with a sprinkle of one sided-eremin.

Looking for Yumikuri ? how about this 500k+long ereri fic where yumikuri is briefly mentioned. (same as basically every other ship in the fandom)

I have nothing against these typical portrayals of characters in fictions, it’s really not my point. I simply don’t see the need to tag side ships, it only makes people’s life harder.

Malec Fandom: Okay, so maybe we’ll get one scene of domestic malec. Two, tops. Probably just a hint, though. No more than a flash scene and then it’s back to the action, that’s for sure.

ShadowhuntersTV: I present to you a clear, well-paced sneak peek in which not only you will see Magnus’ past, you will also learn Alec spends nights in a roll in the same bed as his boyfriend and is not fooled by Magnus’ brave face. Do you want light? You got it. Do you want adorable teasing? Hell yes. Do you want boyfriends being intimate and caring for each other? Be my guest.

shameless

Summary:  Shy boy loves the attention || nsfw || stripper!seb x reader 

Warnings: seb being a tease, strip club, stripping

Note: Here is Stripper!Seb!!! :) Song mentioned is Shameless by the Weeknd. I highly recommend you listen to it. This is, shit I’m sorry.

I might write a part two to this if you all like it/want me to finish it

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