i was going to wait until the 10th to post this

Cookies (M)

Originally posted by wonhontology

Wonho x Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Face riding, slight spanking, dirty talk,

Word Count: 3,035

Summary:  You’re new in the neighbourhood, and decide to be a good person and go introduce yourself to your neighbours. Turns out that was a bad idea.

A/N: This is my fic. I’m re-posting onto my sideblog.


Being the new girl was tough. It was tough in high school, it was tough at a new job, and it’s still tough on moving day. You had just moved downtown into a cute apartment on the 10th floor of a pretty nice building. You loved being so close to everything, and the view you had made the hassle of moving up here worth it. You were still unfamiliar with your neighbours and neighbourhood, having only moved in a week ago. You took the opportunity a rare day off gave you to walk around and explore, as well as introduce yourself (finally). Baking wasn’t your strongest skill, but you tried, and made some cookies to take to your neighbours. You were glad you had taken this chance to introduce yourself, as everyone you met seemed friendly and kind.

Until you met 10A.

10A was the guy that resided in the apartment next to yours; he was relatively quiet, so you didn’t know what to expect. You knocked on the door and waited for the owner to open it, and when he did, you regretted doing this ‘introducing-yourself-to-your-neighbours-to-be-nice’ bullshit in the first place.

He was beautiful, and he was in nothing but a towel. His milky white skin still glistening with water even in the harsh lighting of the hallway, his damp bleach blond hair that begged to be touched, wide brown eyes that made him look both cute and sexy, and plump, pouty pink lips that made you want to bite them until they bruised, his toned chest and stomach that made you want a peek under that towel, he was too much at once and you were quickly becoming a flustered mess. Your eyes travelled back up only to see him staring back at you, eyebrow raised, head cocked to the side, and a smirk plastered on his face.

“You gonna tell me what you’re here for or are you gonna just keep staring, baby?” he smirked. You rolled your eyes, your earlier lust filled thoughts were shattered by the conceited remark.

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Try to rip people off with shady flipped houses? Watch me flip your bank account.

So I don’t think this is entirely pro, but this just happened and I’m quite pleased with myself. Sorry for how long it is, I’m a wordy person.

Background: my girlfriend and I have been trying to buy a house for a month or two. Housing market where we live is tough, we don’t have a huge income, most houses sell within 24 hours, etc so it’s been a struggle. About a month and a half ago we found a house that was PERFECT. In the neighborhood we wanted, 2 bed 2 bath, at the very top of our price range but still doable, etc etc. Best part is that it’s beautifully renovated, new roof, everything is new and gorgeous! We put in an offer, but get outbid by someone else (which is crushing, if you have yet to experience that).

We mourn and then continue searching for other houses….until we get a call from our agent saying that the other buyers backed out and the seller is offering it to us first before putting it back on the market.

A quick important note here: the seller is the owner, but is also acting as his own real estate agent, and he runs his own business buying foreclosures and flipping them. This is important later.

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3 Perfect Days In Seattle: A Guide

Day 1

Morning Coffee: Elm Coffee Roasters

240 2nd Avenue South | Seattle, WA 98104

If you fly in take the Link (Seattle Public Transit) downtown.

Right when you get off, you can walk a few blocks until you find Elm Coffee.

This place was recommended by new friends I found from Instagram the wide open space is filled with a white marble bar, and tables accompanied by wicker chairs that seem to fit you just right.

 Petite pastries lay across the bar. The most tempting are the vegan donuts, although you won’t be able to tell the difference.

 The coffee has a light, citrus scent to the roasted beans and the pitter patter of feet fill your ears as customers line up for their morning latte. The ambience is very relaxing, light chatter feels comfortable, and is a sweet spot that isn’t so touristy (like Original Starbucks, you can go there, too!)

Mid-Day Brunch: Biscuit Bitch

1909 1st Ave | Seattle, WA 98101

Walking down to Pike Place, the infamous marketplace is next. To satisfy the itch to try new food in the city, you can get your southern soul food fix closeby.

 The sidewalk is usually lined up with hungry brunchers in line or waiting for one of the (few) coveted tables. The popularity of this place is obvious with people casually walking by end up joining in on the biscuit madness. Biscuit Bitch has all the sass and snarkiness that lives up to its name. The staff has hair all colors of the rainbow, tattoos that dot their arms, and are quirky and loud. I blushed a bit while ordering the “Hot Mess Bitch” but I’ll admit it felt cool to cuss when I ordered.

 The Hot Mess Bitch had me exploring every corner of my cardboard to go box (everything is packaged to go). One bite had me chomping down smooth grits with cheese and the next bite I’d get a flavor whirlwind of sausage, jalapeno and biscuit. Every bite was a new experience depending on which ingredients I wanted to combine next.

The Hot Mess Bitch- Biscuit Bitch

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gayfactor  asked:

Hey, yeah. So about that au with '7 reasons why' could we get a continuation of the story in perspective of the other members? Their reactions perhaps?? Thank you!

Yes! I’ve actually been thinking about this a lot tbh! 

I recommend you read the original before you read this! 

http://yoikyuu.tumblr.com/post/159101121985/7-reasons-why 

(The credit goes to them) 

Everyone was still attempting to recover from what happened. It happened out of the blue (like his color! hah *cries*) as far as everyone was concerned Lance has no reason to do it. None at all. 

-01-

Shiro was the first one to receive the tapes. He was on his way to his room after a long day of training. He nearly tripped on the box as he entered the room. He hesitantly picked the box up and entered his room.  He slightly laughed when he opened the box and saw..tapes? Where did these come from? He hasn’t seen a tape in years. 

Shiro carefully picked up the tape that said 1A on it, written in blue handwriting. Shiro glanced around his room, looking for something to play the tapes on when he noticed the tape player in the box. 

Shiro pulled it out and decided he would listen to one then clean up and go to dinner.

He soon realized that he would not stick to that plan. 

Shiro placed the headphones on his head and pressed play on the first tape. He was greeted with static then Lances voice crackling through the headphones ‘ Hello space pals and gals. Lance McClain here. Live and in stereo…’

Shiro’s eyes widened at what he heard. He was paralyzed, and listened to the rules that Lance put in place. 

How would he e- Shiro’s thoughts were cut off by Lance saying “First and foremost, our mighty and heroic leader, Shiro.”

Shiro knew he had to listen. 

Shiro sat on his bed shaking. He felt sick to his stomach. He couldn’t move from his spot on the bed. He knew that he could be hard on Lance, he just didn’t consider the negative effect on the poor boy. He had listened to all the tapes. Everyone one of them. He now knew why. Shiro shakily took the head phones off and put everything back in the box. 

He fought back tear and barely register when Keith called him for dinner. As he walked out of the room he placed the box back in front of his door. He was grateful when he found the box gone when he returned. 

-02-

Keith was the next one to receive the box. He found it on his bed when he was walking back from the pool. Swimming was the only thing he could do to feel close Lance. 

He noticed the box but decided to open it after his shower. 

One he was all cleaned up he put the box on his desk and opened it. He carefully examined all the tapes one by one. Keith picked up the headphones and pressed play on the first one. He was also greeted with static and Lances voice breaking through “ Hello space pals and gals. Lance McClain here. Live and in stereo…”

Keith nearly through the headphones across the room but he listened to the rules instead. 

He wasn’t sure what emotion was stronger during Shiros tape. Empathy or anger. So Shiro killed Lance, he wanted to make Shiro pay until he switched the tape and heard what he didn’t want to hear. 

“Can you guess our number two?? Well, I’ll give you a hint. It’s not me this time. *laughs* First time being number two, our excellent number one paladin, Keith!”

Keith was frozen I killed Lance too?

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Keith was crying by the time Hunk’s tape was over. He was crying for his lost friends and a relationship that would never happen. He never intended to hurt Lance, yet he did. Keith put the tapes away, placed the box on his bed and sat inside Lance’s room trying to feel any part of Lance. Slightly relived when he found the box gone the next day. 

-03-

Pidge was next on the list, she found the box when she walked into Green’s hanger. 

“What’s this?” Pidge received a growl in response, like Green was upset with her. “Why are you mad?”

Pidge sat down in front of Green and opened the box. She dumped out the tapes and sorted them by order. She knew immediately that they were Lance’s, she was there when he bought them at the space mall a few months back. She also picked on him for that and called him stupid, but hey she was tired that day and wanted to go play her new game, not wait for Lance buy tapes. 

Pidge put in the first tape and listened to Lances voice break through and the rules he put in place. 

She could already tell where this was going ‘fuck’ 

Pidge started at nothing as she let the headphones fall into her lap. She knew that this was her fault as much as the others but she hurt Lance where it really did hurt. Family. Lance was a family person and just wanted to feel some connection to Earth. She couldn’t be bothered to help him with it, even though he only wanted to help her. 

Pidge unconsciously put the tapes back in the box and sat inside Green while she cried for a brother she lost.

-04-

 Hunk received the tapes in the kitchen. He pulled the tapes out and decided he would listen to them as he cooked, he wouldn’t get far. 

Hunk had all of the supplies out on the counter, he had the first tape ready. However as soon as he pressed play, he broke down in a wet sob. It was Lance, It was his voice. After listening to the rules, Hunk didn’t want to hear what Lance had to say.

Hunk was on the floor crying. He knew that something was bothering Lance, but he didn’t think that it was this major. One check in could’ve have saved his best friend but Hunk couldn’t be bothered. Hunk feel asleep curled up on the floor, when he woke the tapes where gone. 

-05-

Allura was the next person to receive the box. They were placed on the control panel. Allura (thinking that it was music) decided to listen to it when she took a relaxing bath. She had to adjust the headphones multiple times to make sure she was actually hearing Lance. 

How did he do this?

Allura decided figure out what this was about. 

-

The water was cold around Allura. She never knew how much she stressed Lance out. She didn’t know how much he struggled with trying to be perfect. She couldn’t even defend herself, everything Lance said was true. 

After she dried herself off she put the box back in the control room and walked away. 

-06-

This was Lance’s tape so the box immediately went to the next person.

-07-

Coran the last person to  receive the tapes. He found them when he was cleaning the healing pods for the 10th time. He already cleaned the entire castle 4 times but he needed to stay distracted. 

Coran wiped his brow and sat down in front of one of the pods. He examined the tapes carefully, and slowly put the headphones on. Coran started crying as soon as Lance’s cheerful voice came through. He missed that boy so much. 

-

Coran wiped his eyes for the 5th time. He knew something was off last time Lance came to him about his problems. He was aware that he over talked Lance, he just never thought about the consequences. Coran put the tapes back and put his face in his hands. He listen to the mice drag the box out of the room, removing the only piece of Lance the team had left. 

AHHHHHHHH 

Thank you so much for this! It’s just past 1am right now and I’m crying. 

Send Me More Langst Prompts 

Please.

Shawn and his guitar are (pleasant) loud neighbors with a terrible timing.

Everyone is just out of breath and stumbling in their own words in this one, sorryyyy!
It’s another draft I put some work on. I think something like this was already written before but I felt like posting it. I am considering doing a part 2 but I also liked the mystery so… I’ll leave you to it. I apologize in advance for my possible bad grammar and I promise I’ll stop with the Harry Potter references. Feedback is more than welcome! Enjoy xxx

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5


You lied back down and the bed looked bigger. You suddenly missed a hug you had never lived in, a perfume you had never smelled, a breath you had never heard and hands that had never touched you. You felt that desire of bringing in to your world a love that you can only imagine what it’s like to have.

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PAIN (1/2)

SUMMARY - You are a new avenger at the tower , and Bucky and Steve have returned from Wakanda . You try your best to make Bucky feel as comfortable as possible , until he bursts out in anger towards you .

WORDS- 1K (approx)

WARNINGS- A little angst (not much)

A/N - Thank you so much @betareader1 for being my beta on this one. 

So ….I posted my first ever fic on March 10th and June 10th was my 3 MONTH ANNIVERSARY and also the day I reached 1000 FOLLOWERS .  I am extremely grateful for everyone of you . It makes me so happy when you enjoy what I write . And Taw @supersoldierslover plays a huge part in this . Thank you so much for everything you have done for me . I love you . 

I hope you guys like this 2 part drabble series. 

If you wanted to be added to the tag list let me know . Let me know if you liked this part.

Originally posted by yourerunningthroughmyveins

You were pretty excited today. Captain America was coming back to the tower along with his childhood best friend and ex-assassin Bucky Barnes. The tension in the compound was pretty thick. Tony agreed to the avengers coming back after the separation caused by the accords, but it sure as hell didn’t mean that there was no bad blood. Honestly, if you were in his place you would feel hostile towards Bucky and Steve too but you also realised that everything that happened was of no fault of Bucky’s and Steve was just following his heart like he always does.

Tony has been walking the hallways like a madman trying to calm down his nerves while Nat is feeding him words to help him. You really didn’t know what to do. It has just been over 3 months that you had officially become an avenger and quite honestly it isn’t a lot of time to get to know someone when they frequently go out to missions  and come back utterly tired unable to utter a word . Not that you were complaining , you knew they were doing their job to the utmost best and they needed their rest .

As the elevator seemed to stop at the common floor you were all in waiting for their arrival, everyone’s eyes turned to Tony then the rest exchanged looks .

As the door opened  all eyes were on Captain who had a soft smile on his face . Even after all that he has been through , after all that life has put him through , being a vigilante in the eyes of the government while running to save his best friend to be branded as a criminal . He fought for what he thought was right , going against his friends , to save the one man who used to save him.

Steve’s huge body was still barely able to cover that of the man of the hour . He was scared . He was ashamed . He didn’t have the courage to look into the eyes of the people in front of him. He could no longer be changed into the soldier by using a few words thanks to the scientists at Wakanda . And he also knows that what he did wasn’t him  and that he was trapped in his own mind . But he knows that it was his hands that killed all those people , and no amount of water will be enough to wash off the blood off his hands .

Steve moved to the side, letting everyone see Bucky’s frame. His eyes were fixed on the ground, his body evidently tense , until Steve cleared his throat and his eye rose to look at his face .

But it was Tony who spoke first ,

“You already know every one of us . So I do not think there is any need for introduction . You room is right next to Cap’s . And this is Y/N , and she is part of the team now.”, he said pointing towards you .

You walked over to Steve and extended you hand . He took yours in a firm handshake smiling down at you .

“It is an honour to meet you Captain.”
“Please call me Steve . Welcome to the team .”
You then extended your hand towards Bucky , neither did his hand nor did his eyes , raise . You could understand how he felt so you didn’t take offense .

“It’s nice to finally meet you Sergeant Barnes. I will guide you to your room .”, you say looking between Steve and Bucky .

All through the week you tried your best to make him feel comfortable around you.  He was mostly with Steve . He didn’t mingle much with anyone else. Maybe a little with Wanda as she played a huge part in helping the scientists remove the triggers from his mind .

You smiled at him every time he passed by . ‘Good morning’ and ‘How was your day?’ was something  you asked his but never got a response but only a confused look.

He couldn’t seem to process that someone was talking to him so sweetly and actually cared enough to ask him how his day was .

As the days went on he started sitting along with the rest of the team. ‘Good night’s’ and the occasional nod were shared .

“Do you want to watch something James?”you asked as you saw Bucky sitting on the sofa in front if the TV .

He looked up at you with confusion .

You picked up the remote and handed it to him after switching it on .

He got up from his place and left without saying anything . For the next few days you realised that the look of confusion was no longer there  and that a look of anger took its place .

It hurt you. You knew it will be hard for him. He seemed to be doing fine with the rest, and it was only with you that he behaved this way . But you decided to give it another try . You knew he’d go for a run every morning with Steve so you asked Steve if you could go out with him this morning and he  agreed . You walked over to the kitchen where you knew you would find Bucky, Steve walking a few steps behind you.

“Hey Bucky.”, you greeted as he was filling his water bottle. He just nodded in response for some reason even greeting him got him angry .

“So…Do you want to go for a run with me? Steve can’t come. And I know you go every day . It’s okay I won’t make chatter. We can just run in silence. Not that I can keep up with you.” you say laughing, your mind telling you to stop your blabbering, but it wasn’t your mind that stopped you but Bucky.
“Shut up!!!” His voice was laced with anger and so was his face .

“I just… I don’t want to come on a run with you okay? I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t even understand why you do….”
“Bucky…”
“NO!! Just get away from me and for god’s sake don’t talk to me ever again.” He was fuming, you could feel the  anger radiating off his body. Tears trickled from your eyes, but you managed to speak back.

“Okay.  I’m sorry.”

With that you left the room as tears rolled down from your eyes.

You plopped down on  your bed as your body shook  with your sobs , your head aching with pain .   


PART 2 - RELIEF 


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Top 10 Must Read Ichihime Fanfics

Multi-chapter edition! These are in particular the fanfics I believe are a must, perhaps even a requirement, for any true Ichihime fan to read! Fics are mostly rated T - M, with varying language and violence, as well as sexual content.

All fanfics are complete, apart from one.

Fanfictions listed here are found on FF.net, and are in no particular order.


La Belle et la Bete by Enelya87 - 19th century France. An AU Ichihime story based on Beauty and the Beast. “He lifted his hand and dragged a single claw down her cheek and throat, careful not to break the delicate skin.” Language and Lemons.
This is one of the first Ichihime fanfics I ever found, and I remember staying up a full day for the first time in my life when I first read this. Written back in 2009, with 15 chapters and a total of 131,138 words, its a very capturing read!

Office Romance by Enelya87 - They are separated until Isshin pulls a fast one on Ichigo and brings the two together again. Except for one, slight obstacle.
Because we all need a sexy little fic involving Ichigo trying to keep his cool with Orihime strutting around in a pencil skirt. Jealousy, lace panties, and a not-so-tough “rival” for Orihime’s heart. Written in 2009, 5 chapters, 20,061 words.

Yakusoku Shitara byle.etoile - [If You Promise] Protect me if you want. Stay by my side if you wish. My only request is that you don’t cry for me when I’m gone. Instead, smile in memory of me. IchiHime Royal Realm fanfic.
 I have read this so many times in the past year alone, but never get tired of it. It flips between Orihime and Ichigo’s P.o.v. and is based around the idea “what if Orihime was the key”. le.etoile and Ichihime? Duh! Written in 2009, with 11 chapters and 51,212 words, you can almost taste their yearning for each other.

hardboiled strawberries, smiling halcyon by alice hattercandy“Twice, you almost lost her. Her brother. Aizen. Who do you need next to finally gather your balls— if you have any— and tell what you need to say to her? Don’t wait for the third time. Because bad things come in three.” Days later, it happened.
Do you wanna cry? This is one of those fics you will read over and over, forgetting the ending not because it is forgettable - it is the most memorable - but because it will pull you in just as hard as when you first read it. (Or, it might be because of the tearful trauma.) Alice Hattercandy pretty much wrote the book for Ichihime fanfiction in my opinion. Written in 2009, 24 chapters, 104,971 words.

that beautiful girl, she’s a beautiful girl by alice hattercandy- CRACK. But because he was Ichigo and she was Orihime, nothing seemed to get right in their love story.
I think about this fic literally every day(I whisper the title under my breath way too much) The angsty Ichigo is my favorite Ichigo aside from the protective one, and boy does Alice capture them both! Its cute, and Ichigo is clueless even when he knows. Written in 2010, 3 chapters, 6,472 words.

Long Way Down - by le.etoile- Two entirely different people somehow intertwined by similar pasts. With one boy disabled and the girl with a secret, how will these two not-so-strangers learn to trust and fight against an unknown force together?
An AU, where in Ichigo is disabled and is still more hot/sweet than my delicate heart can handle. I have never found another fic like it. Orihime is so sweet I could cry! Drama? Check! Written in 2010, 17 chapters, 52,375 words.

Tainting the Roses Red by Child of the Ashes - Ichigo knew he could be thick headed. He almost always learned things the hard way, but about this, he couldn’t be making mistakes. His hollow was playing a dangerous game, one that somehow involved Inoue.
You might scream. Why is entirely up to you. In which Hichigo starts to surface more frequently as his relationship grows stronger with Orihime, and new faces stir up trouble. Written in 2010, 25 chapters, 107,347 words.

The Pain of Remembrance by halfdemonfan- It was amazing how one memory could change a person’s perspective. Canon to volume 404.
(Or, episode 300) Featuring a somewhat different end to the Aizen fight. We get to see the soft progression of our favorite couples relationship with a twist of Ichigo angst. Written in 2011, 28 chapters, 154,461 words.

The Most Dangerous Things by Child of the Ashes - In which Orihime runs and Ichigo chases.
My smutty love! Child of the Ashes is another notable writer for the Ichihime community. In this, we experience a sex savvy Ichigo frustrated with the sex curious Orihime. Written in 2011, 9 chapters, 31,128 words.

Bakery Department 12 by CoffeeBooks - ABCookies meets it’s end and Orihime finds herself a new position. It’s still a bakery but different from what she’s used to. Will she be able to handle working with the new employee?
Its cute, its light, and Ichigo is only subtle enough for Orihime to not get. Go figure right? Pining Ichigo is the best. Written in 2012, 12 chapters, 22,245 words.

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Hidden Screams - Star Slightly To The Right - “Kurosaki-san, right? I know you do not know me, but I was wondering if you could help me with something.”
AU. I mentioned this wasn’t in any order, but I suppose I lied. Because this is incomplete, it will be the 11th in this top 10.
This is my all time favorite fic, even if incomplete. Ichigo is so just… bad ass, and that sort of sexy-rough my heart cannot handle it maturely. And Orihime, precious Princess she is, good lord! There are a thousand things I could say for this story, but I’d have to make a separate post for it entirely. You MUST read this one! Written in 2012, currently 20 chapters, 101,428 words, last updated November 10th 2016.

anonymous asked:

describe how each high school year by semester went for you

9th grade: We don’t call it a play date anymore, it is hanging out, hanging by our toes like wet lipped fruit bats, like jungle gym monkey kids. Young and swollen. Blood, immature blood, pink blood, fresh meat blood pepto bismol up the wazoo, and spit under my bed. Code names aren’t for spies, they’re for 14 year old girls with googley eyes, not that we needed them. Kevin and Grace, Ellie and Joshua, Paloma and Matt which is weird because I’m hot for him, and they kinda look like siblings. Pink shorts, black tights, Jimmy Eat World, pizza bagels and lucky charms under a fresh white linen morning like detergent sealed crust between my eyelids, you tore them open. I mean, not yet. But soon. I discover neon sex scenes, Sky Ferreira, and Skins and this is where the final hopscotch box stops; at the end of the subway platform. This is where I’m supposed to jump. Monkey balls fall on our heads as we walk home, and autumn leaves crunch like drum line snare beats. All godless girls with snakes and cherry lollipops and 9 millimeters pointed at our clits, Bend it Like Beckham under your itchy wool blankets, Alice’s mom thinks I’m cool, and I stay for dinner and crack some risky jokes like a fox among wolves. (I think he looks at me when I look away). Me and Hana FaceTime I take screenshots of her dancing with her cat. The girls who play soft ball in short shorts, the girls who call them sluts, the boys who watch. We dance through rainbows in the sprinklers on the way to the Homecoming dance and pretend we don’t care we don’t have dates. We’re floating in the cytoplasm, floating on the cotton candy overdose cause our parents drop us off at the bowling alley but we are too loyal to sneak out the back. We pool our money every Friday after school for the spring break road trip we’re going on when Hana gets a car, and one of us has lost our virginity, and none of us are scared of the dark.

Miss Budd yelled at me for not standing for the pledge of allegiance, and I was 4 years old again. My English teacher held me back, and held my hand, and gave me a safety pin for my missing button, and told me it would be. Okay.

10th grade: We were on the news that year. Cristo’s curls on KTLA, solemn, and not the boy cross eyed and high with his pants around his ankles. Suddenly we’re all standing up straight, suddenly we’re being told we can’t wear leggings because somebody posted a video of Penelope having sex with Max on Facebook. Suddenly we’re underground in the girls locker room (red varsity knee socks, Dina drowning the spider nests with Victoria’s Secret rose perfume, humid with shame and lesbian suspicion) holding our arms in front of our naked breasts, single file like ants for the syphilis test. The boys who drew penises in fire and salt on the soccer field grass, like druid frat boys, but not the boys who put gorilla glue in the classroom locks, and not the boys who wrote their hit list in the red pen on the back of Mr. Chan’s syllabus and ended up in court, who called in a bomb threat, just to get the test pushed back. We all took turns getting our ghosts exorcized in the principals office. It was pompeii and pandemonium, and nobody was safe, not even us girls sleeping wrapped in the dust of library encyclopedias. You moved away from me like I was illiciting the restless black dreams on your grandmas shitty air mattress. The sheets are clean enough, but this attic is haunted, you keep waking up in the middle of the night to your body sinking like a pirate ship caught by the Kraken, the floor gnawing at your bones again so you just. Got up. And slept somewhere else. My English teacher held me back, and told me I was a good writer but don’t be so angry, and I cried right there, and she gave me a kleenex from her Shakespeare tissue holder and I blew this stupid pain head first out of my nose. I never told you about that. Maybe if I had you would’ve felt bad for me and stayed a little longer. But you hung out with those buckwild kids under the spot by the willow tree, and it was easy. it was just snuffing out an annoyance. A mosquito licking the ruby of your earrings that you shooed away. Our birthstones were both rubies, you know, we were twin cancers with balmy skin and busted appendixes, the aliens took you once and the only explanation was a scar on your spine, and I reckon I should’ve known they’d come back for you.

(You are gonna tell your kids about these cherry cola years of golden suburbia, and midnight blue debauchery snapping teenage knees, and furrow your brow forgetting the name of the girl you spent the first two calling your best friend.) You cheered at football games. You got drunk with them at night, and you were bursting and missing teeth like a watermelon smile, you rubbed up against each other like cats they touched you in all the right places and you didn’t text me anymore. You went to sleepovers and posted photos on Instagram, I wasn’t invited, I thought this bullshit was supposed to stop happening in elementary school. All the things we thought would never happen, lockdown drills, fire drills, earthquake drills and we still weren’t prepared. It was. Pandemonium. It was. Chemical fires in Mr. Dow’s science class. And me and my plans were just. so fucking boring standing next to your cherry blossom hurricane. You didn’t wait for me after class anymore and I just. Looked so stupid trying to catch up. Blood, mature blood, cows blood in the manure for the roses to eat. Black blood, like storm sky, I dish out this milkshake I pick the scab and I lick the blood away. Thomas comes out and dubs himself the gay cliche, we walk home together on the yellow brick road, and we pray a tornado will land the school library on our corpses so we can die with those sparkly shoes on. Those ruby shoes on. The Fates gagged me with a pack of jolly ranchers. I got straight A’s while Rome was falling. Nobody has ever made me feel so small.

11th grade: New school. The kids talk different here. Depression in California is like getting a cold in mid-July. So ironic it’s almost insulting. I’m pretty sure it was raining all year, but don’t count on it, I lived sub-terrestrialy with my mothers tulip bulbs. Today’s Wednesday? I thought it was Friday? I thought yesterday was Sunday? Depression in California is like running after a rabbit in the woods. It doesn’t matter how sunny it is, you will suddenly look up and it’s night, and the trees are not your friends, even when they are as skinny and shaky as you. You will get stuck in the swamp, leave your shoes behind, and not even remember why you were out here in the first place.

Headache. Stomach ache. Lots of those, those are easy to fake. Menstrual cramps, vomiting, gut wrenching, kinda vomiting. A personal favorite. I got to get my hands dirty for that one, I got to reach for the gag reflex like a remote control and press fast forward and feel my arc capsizing, until the static buzzed and I was pale like southern gothic tragedy, I’m not bulimic I just don’t wanna go to school. Depression in California is like an abandoned zoo. Everything echoing animal shrieks. They set them free but the cages were empty long before that. I make some friends, nice ones who laugh at my jokes, and I feel like I should get a sticker for it, but I do more nervous shaking than laughing.

Depression in California is like a badly maintenanced carnival. We’ve gone around the ferris wheel 8 times now and nobody seems to notice. The cotton candy polluting my blood, running slow and globby while the kids below spin, the kids drop, the kids could die, but they just giggle hand in hand with smiling clowns who pump them full of teeth rotting sweets, the winking lights are blurry this far away, and it feels like eons before we’ll get back to the bottom. I’m out of tokens. I think I’m just gonna jump.  

12th grade: Trump won. I think I might like girls. My dad jokes about his own death so I know what it means to be angry now, like femurs forged from the goddamn ring of Isildur. Is this what’s normal now? Fucking boys who are oil slick and easy living, and lose my socks in their dorm rooms? Meet them for diner food and xans on the weekend, and everything just temporary? Is that just what everybody wants now? My brother got a green card marriage, but I guess he loves her for real now. We watch the Walking Dead until the streetlights glaze over our eyes, he asks me if I have a boyfriend, no. If I’ve had any since I last saw him, no. If no is my favorite word, yes. Thing is I’ve never been anyone’s girl cause I’ve got a volcano where I should have a stomach. I know what it is to live on the red planet. But I ignore all that and go to concerts that bleed beer and swoon for boys who drink the blood. I guess we’re used to falling off of things so we do it on purpose now. It’s not over but I know how it’s gonna end. Cracked skull, and police lights. And to the break of dawn on Brandon’s roof, boxers stained with mayonnaise, and Deadpool is probably his favorite movie or some dumb white boy shit like that. I’m not gonna cry when I leave for college, I’m gonna cry at the car rental watching the sun bleed out on the trees. I’m gonna cry in the knothole of an oak tree, hiding from the freshman mixer party in the woods I knew I shouldn’t have come to once the social anxiety starts clawing up soaked in the gallon of strawberry Crush I downed to calm myself down. You know, in some other parallel universe, my parents never divorced and we dispute where the sugar pantry should be at inopportune times, and I don’t straight jacket myself with the echoplex sound of my mother screaming over my dead body just to not inhale the chlorox under the sink. I was so bloody, I just wanted to be clean.

I thought it was like the 80’s, the rusty exhaust pipe of Matt’s car turning the snow black while he’s wasting time daydreaming of my piston pumping sloppy hips, and rumored things that happen in the backseat, and kicking cans in no particular direction, and first love sticky and first love stabbed into your kidney and you never really recover. I thought it was sixteen candles, and say anything, but it’s getting bloodshot squirrelly smoking hash in the disabled bathroom stall. It’s a personality disorder grown up from the ground like a mushroom that is poison to the touch, and thrown away birthday presents, and valentines day balloons stuck in the trees. It’s dropping the last slice of college acceptance celebration cake on the floor for your dogs breakfast, and cartoon rain puddles for eyes talking about how scary it is to drive on the freeway. Karina and Maddie rough housing like pit bulls in fifth period cause we don’t do shit in that class and pretending that we are not all gonna be strangers in 6 weeks before we. Before we. Please don’t make me say it out loud.

My English teacher held me back, and told me to make up the quiz I missed, and that was the only time I will ever be happy that some strangers just stay that way. And Daddy, I will miss you when you leave me, and Daddy I will meet you in the next life you just gotta wait for me ok?

I am not the kind of girl people have crushes on. I am the kind of girl who can survive 18 stealing food from parties, couch surfing, living like a lightning bolt. There one minute, and gone the next.

mcu body inclusiveness day♡

hey pals! it’s me again. so as some of you know, recently i have been wanting to give more representation to plus sized women (AND MEN!) in the marvel fandom. i myself have been trying to make my fics, moodboards, etc. more centered around giving my fellow curvy gals some more representation in the fandom; of course, there is great content out there for us, but honestly, it goes ignored sometimes, and i firmly believe that we should give these creators more credit, and praise them a lot more. at least for me, sometimes i feel like people don’t really see that i don’t fit into these norms, and it really blows my self esteem. because i think that sometimes (not always), people tend to ignore those who don’t fit into society’s stereotypical “beauty standards”, in general, not even just people who are plus sized. but I truly want to change that! i would love for everyone to feel like they are appreciated as who they are, no matter what their body type is. we’re all people, and every single person should be treated equally, regardless of their appearance :)

therefore, i came up with the idea to have a “mcu body inclusiveness day”, similar to POCofMarvel day (which is SO important and i hope that people continue to participate in it and that maybe i can get even see some POC plus sized reader fics because of this too!!) however, i have decided that i’m going to make it a whole weekend thing since i’m a lil busy and might not get to everything until sunday (december 8th-10th).

to participate, you can do any of the following: 

  • post a mirror selfie or full body picture of you that you feel confident in, and say the things that you love about yourself (make sure to #mcu body inclusiveness day and tag me so i can shower you with compliments!)
  • make moodboards featuring readers of various body types 
  • post fics geared towards promoting body positivity
  • send me recs to your favorite “marvel character” x plus sized reader fics and i’ll put together a post with all of people’s favorites:)

note: this idea stemmed from my frustration with the lack of plus sized reader content, so that’s just something that I would like to focus on, HOWEVER, this day is for each and every one of you. i would love for you all to participate and join in on giving those who feel like they’re overlooked some love. always remember that every body is a beautiful body, and each and every one of you is truly gorgeous. i can’t wait to see what you all come up with xoxo

Its happening again guys, All three; Camila, Lauren and Ty have basically confirmed exactly what I touched upon about the “cycle” going on in my previous post. The first day of Camila’s solo tour with Bruno Mars, Ty and Lauren attempt to confirm their relationship, once again removing and destroying any association L has with Camila/Camren. The pictures the girls took at their BEATS 1 photoshoot have been out for a few days now, so why did Ty decide to wait until C’s first show date to post a pic of L on his Instagram story captioned “❤️😍😘”. If they were romantically together, wouldn’t Ty have had access to the pictures at the same time as L? Anyway, now L’s turn. On her Instagram story, she so happened to be listening to “Love U Better” Ty’s latest single. His song was released on the 10th of July, so why has it taken L 10 DAYS to start promoting his music. After C’s performance, it seems like a pretty desperate attempt by management to confirm ‘tyren’ to me. C’s new music screams Camren. Her lyrics “half of my heart is in Havana” and the “stop playing it safe girl/sneaking in LA” all correlate to L in some way. Even asking fans to imagine they're “in Jamaica” a few weeks after L spent her birthday there with Ty. Why did she specifically mention Jamaica? She could have chosen any Island with the same Caribbean vibe, so why Jamaica? These apparent ‘leaked” pictures from a photoshoot taken few years back where both C and L look extremely comfortable with each other, so happened to be ‘released’ a few days before C goes on her first solo tour. Doesn’t this just create a certain buzz/excitement in our little camren fandom? Management know this. It is all too ironic to be a coincidence. Their behaviour is paradoxical to the narrative we as a fandom are expected to believe. 

My prediction is this: The process of attempting to fully shatter any idea of camren will continue. However, both C and L and/or management will drop a (not so) subtle hint confirming a romantic relationship between the two. I think maybe a HD leaked picture of the two is to come out (literally) along the way. As the fandom will have seen L with other people (Lucy now Ty) it will be easier for fans to accept that camren once was a thing, then to finally move on. From that, the shipping will stop and the speculation around camren can then be put to bed. The only way management can rid any trace of camren is to confirm it. There’s definitely big things coming.

The Yule Ball (Gryffindor!Calum)

heaViLY requested

pairing: reader&Calum

warnings: a bit of heated action at the very end  ;)

word count: 6,190

Summary: second part to the triwizard tournament imagine I posted with gryffindor!calum a while ago, this time taking place at the Yule Ball. 

i suggest you read the first part before you dive into this one 




It’s been two weeks since you last saw Calum. Two weeks of little to no sleep, constant worrying and loss of points for your house because you just couldn’t focus in class. The only thing that is keeping you somehow sane are the letters you sometimes receive. It would be late at night when an owl would come, scratching at your window and delivering a messily scribbled tissue or a piece of paper ripped out of a textbook. It’s little messages, such as “Please come see me” or “My shoulder still hurts, but not as much as missing you does.” Sometimes they would be longer, if he had enough space to write, but he would mostly keep them short.

They weren’t daily letters, they came once every two or three days, but you still cherished them with all your heart. Although you hadn’t sent one back, simply because you had no idea what to say. What could you possibly say? That you’re worried? That you can’t sleep at night? That you try to keep yourself busy with books on top of books but those only make you more distracted? There are no words to describe what you truly feel. You have no idea what to say to him, sometimes you’re not even sure if you want him to come back from the hospital wing because that would mean explaining the reason you never went to visit him and the answer to that is: you simply couldn’t.

It’s weird, the whole situation, it’s just weird. What do an awkward Ravenclaw book nerd and a popular Gryffindor prefect have in common? Not much, most people would say. But the most important reason is, you don’t want to get too attached. That would mean that if he gets hurt, which he has already and most likely will again, you don’t want to suffer along with him. The pain of hurting yourself is pretty bad, but the one of seeing someone you care about hurting is a million times worse. You just wish you would have kept your distance, you would rather have the rude and cocky remarks back, than the emotional attachment.

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“Firsts” - (AFTG) - AFTG Winter Exchange 2017!

I’m actually stupid because I marked the 10th as the day of posting and forgot I could even earlier. Well, here I am now.

This is for Courtney ( @bookishplays ) for the @aftgexchange! Nicky and Erik are my faves too so I went with them and kind of made it a character study of Nicky with a few flashes of firsts of his life ^^” There’s some angst here and there, mostly canon stuff but not too graphic, so I hope it’s fine.


The first time Nicky kisses Erik, it’s their third kiss, it’s on Christmas Eve, under a mistletoe twig, and he’s crying.

He’s crying because Erik’s sister put the mistletoe on the kitchen door and tricked them into walking under it together; because Erik is smiling so bright with all the house lights turning his curls gold and his eyes emerald; because somewhere Erik’s mother is chastising her daughter not to bother them and Erik’s father is laughing boisterously and everybody is absolutely okay with this.

He’s crying because it’s nine months of this and then Hell to pay once again.

Erik brushes a hand from his forehead to the bend of his jaw as they pull apart, and twirl a lock of brown hair around his pointing finger as he all but beams. “You’re safe here,” he says, and Nicky wonders if he can read the mind or he’s just that much of an open book since he’s allowed himself to finally feel again.

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Welcome to Recs-mas 2017!

With the holidays fast approaching, it’s time to get some festive cheer going and what better way to do that than to get excited about the books we’ve been reading this year.

From December 1st until December 24th, answer the day’s prompt with a book you’ve read in 2017. This can be with a photo, a text post, an interpretive dance – whatever suits you. Just remember to tell us why you enjoyed it.

“But Em,” you might be asking, “I’ve only read a handful of books this year. What if I can’t find a different book for each prompt?”

No problem. Just participate on the days you can or recommend the same book twice. For example, you could recommend Harry Potter for Day 7 and then again on Day 16 but talk about different parts of Harry Potter to recommend it in different ways.

Most of all, remember to tag your posts with “recs mas 2017” and “thereadingchallengechallenge” so that everyone can find them. I try to reblog posts each day so make sure yours are tagged properly so that I can see them :)

If you have any other questions, feel free to drop them in my ask box. Feel free to check out the Recs-mas posts from 2015 and 2016 too to see how it works. And I’ll put the prompt list under a cut at the end of this post for people to copy and paste if they need to.

I can’t wait to see what you all recommend. See you on December 1st!

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Road Trip (Part One)

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1365

Author’s Note: So, I decided to write this based on a few gifs I saw from season four and here we are. I’ve gotten advice from Mal and Cat to make this into a mini series and that’s what I’m doing! P.S. Dave should be up soon for Dave week! P.P.S. I couldn’t wait until next week to post this :( Thanks to my hoe @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for meeeee. Love her.



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A lesson in detecting bullshit.

Note: Pope Francis is a world renowned scholar and his primary languages are Spanish, Latin, and Italian. He does speak decent conversational English. Also, I am not advocating nor demonizing the Catholic faith or the Pope. I think he is decent and well intentioned, but I do not support all of his views.

The other day I saw a Facebook post shared by a Catholic friend of mine.

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A Gentle Reminder From Pope Francis

This life will go by fast.

Don’t fight with people, don’t criticize your body so much, don’t complain so much.

Don’t lose sleep over your bills. Look for the person that makes you happy. If you make a mistake, let it go and keep seeking your happiness.

Never stop being a good parent. Don’t worry so much about buying luxuries and comforts for your home, and don’t kill yourself trying to leave an inheritance for your family. Those benefits should be earned by each person, so don’t dedicate yourself to accumulating money.

Enjoy, travel, enjoy your journeys, see new places, give yourself the pleasures you deserve. Allow dogs to get closer. Don’t put away the fine glassware. Utilize the new dinnerware; don’t save your favorite perfume, use it to go out with yourself; wear out your favorite sport shoes; repeat your favorite clothes.

So what? That’s not bad. Why not now? Why not pray now instead of waiting until before you sleep? Why not call now? Why not forgive now? We wait so long for Christmas; for Friday; for Reunions; for another year; for when I have money; for love to come; when everything is perfect…look…

Everything perfect doesn’t exist. Human beings can’t accomplish this because it simply was not intended to be completed here. Here is an opportunity to learn.

So take this challenge that is life and do it now…love more, forgive more, embrace more, love more intensely and leave the rest in God’s hands. Amen.

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Keeping in mind that he is a great scholar who speaks more Latin than he does English, my brain immediately screamed out, “BULLSHIT.” I don’t claim to be a magnificent writer, but this did not seem like the work of a respected author. I smell an impostor in our midst.

The opening was okay. “This life will go by fast” has a very cool Ferris Bueller vibe, but it all goes downhill from there. In a single sentence they tell you not to fight, love your body, and stop complaining. How those three things relate, I’m not sure. 

They say “so much” twice in one sentence and again a few sentences later. So much so much so much!

Allow dogs to get closer? Could you phrase this any more awkwardly? This does not sound like the prose of the Holy Father. And is this something that requires encouragement? Are too many people keeping dogs at arm’s length? And why just “closer” and not “hug cute doggies!” or “pet them on their fuzzy heads!” Just let them get closer? Perhaps in the sequel to this message they can advise people to “not keep cats at a distance.” And “let domesticated birds fly in your vicinity.”

“Don’t kill yourself” even in this somewhat harmless context seems very suspect. I typically avoid alluding to suicide in my inspirational texts. And no decent writer would say “Everything perfect doesn’t exist.” Eww… just a terrible sentence. 

Then there is the rampant; incorrect usage; of semicolons. The American phrasing. Not to mention the sloppy, incoherent message. I’m sure many folks read this and were like, “That was super deep and meaningful.” Yet, as I try to glean some overall message, I find it hard to pluck it out of the text. Is it… quit trying to be perfect? Stop alienating doggies? Stop praying late at night? USE THE GOOD DISHES FOR CRAP’S SAKE! Stop earning money and make sure your kids are broke. I know… Make every day Christmas Day! 

In the conclusion they say “love more” twice in one sentence. I suppose that is for emphasis. Or maybe they forgot they said “love more” and had already typed it a second time, but they were feeling lazy and didn’t want to erase it, so they just added “love more intensely” so people would think it meant something different. 

Add to all of that, there is no mention of helping the poor. Which is pretty much the pope’s trademark. Francis will slip that shit into a birthday card if possible. 

Dear Johnny,

I hope you are having a wonderful 10th birthday. Remember that Jesus loves you. Be sure to use the fine glassware on a regular basis. 

And if you don’t help the poor, you are a shitty person (or a republican).

Popingly yours,
Francis

This man could write poetry in Latin. His last published work was called “Amoris Laetitia.” Which, if you’re curious, does not translate to “wear out your sport shoes.” Attributing this jumble of ideas to his name is an insult. 

And the final nail in the coffin… Google. 

Color me surprised, the Infallible One did not write this. He did not outline it in Latin and have his cardinal’s translate it for the American facebook masses. Nope. Some person who thought they were a bombass writer of inspirational things was afraid no one would read their poorly constructed sentiments. They figured, “I’ll just say the pope wrote this and people will love it!” 

And they were absolutely right. 

This thing has been shared by 36,000 people. Probably a lot more as it is copied and pasted. Most of the comments say “Love our pope!” and “Francis is the best!” One person said they were going to print it and put it on their refrigerator. Many people said they cried! Actual tears happened from “allow dogs to get closer.” Watery eyes from “use the good perfume more often.”

There is this weird phenomenon that will elevate crappy, strung-together platitudes into tear inducing inspiration as long as a beloved religious leader is said to be the author. It makes me wonder if more people would have enjoyed Twilight if they claimed Stephen King wrote it. 

And as you get farther down into the crazy depths of comment hell, people started asking Pope Francis questions as if he was going to get on Facebook and answer them. My favorite was this one…

Ask the Pope why they have a telescope in Arizona named Lucifer and why they show people singing to Lucifer in Latin Masses. I’ve asked my Deacon and he didn’t have an answer. Perhaps you can answer this. Why is Pope Francis promoting a One World Communist Government? As a Catholic Christian, our promise is to reject Satan. As an American, it hurts that he supports a one world government. I used to love this man but I haven’t gotten a good explanation for my concerns. Maybe you can help.

Yes, POPE. Answer the question, POPE. Please explain to Donna why people are using satanic telescopes. Do they peer into hell itself? Can you see into the anus of the underworld? And why are deacons not privy to such important information? Also… communism is Beelzebub’s plaything, you fraud! You don’t deserve that bejeweled mitre atop your popey head! I used to love you until I watched totally real conspiracy videos on Youtube. 

(If anyone is curious, she is referring to the “Large Binocular Telescope Near-infrared Spectroscopic Utility with Camera and Integral Field Unit for Extragalactic Research.” Which they thought would be funny to shorten to LUCIFER. Which then made old ladies on facebook mad. So now they have to call it LUCI. Spoilsports like Donna are ruining telescopes for everyone. I was going to name my super telephoto DSLR lens “Mephistopheles” but now I’m having second thoughts.)

In the end, I suppose this is all pretty harmless. I just don’t like liars. I don’t like things that mislead the public. And I really don’t like good writers being sullied by whatever that hot mess is above. 

Pope Francis, I got your back. And I genuinely thank you for replacing Emperor Palpatine Benedict Cumberpope. 

I hope you learned a little about detecting bullshit today. Thank you for reading my long rambles about Pope stuff. As a reward, I would like to leave you with a very important thought that you are free to hang on your refrigerator. Perhaps even shed a tear. 

Always remember to permit canines to decrease their overall distance from your person. 

bluestale  asked:

How would Papyrus' first kiss go 👀👀👀

Haley! You fool! You beautiful fool! You didn’t specify which! So of course! I! Must! Do! All! Of! Them!

UT!Papyrus: Unless you started dating him a long time after he hit the Surface, chances are your first kiss as a couple is going to be his first kiss ever. Well, excepting that one time, when he was a babybones and wanted to find out what it felt like, and, well, that rock was there, and how was he supposed to know that it was one of the talking-?!……Never mind. First kiss that counts. So he wants it to go perfectly.

Stage one: Ambience! The Great Papyrus never smooches without proper setting! He and Undyne spend the whole day setting up the house as the perfect date setting. The furniture is cleared for a table without a lovely lace tablecloth and the finest china from the human world! Chinet! (Don’t tell him. He got the wine glasses, at least). He then covers the carpet with so many rose petals you can’t see the carpet. Undyne wants to fill it with candles as well but after about twenty seconds of her wielding a lighter Papyrus decides maybe just one or two would be best. He’s going to miss that blanket…

Step Two: Food! Pasta of course, his and Undyne’s specialty. The kitchen is pretty much destroyed by the end of the day and they’ve made more spaghetti than any of you will eat in the next month but at least Sans had the fire extinguisher handy again! He also makes your favorite dessert. And then after tasting the result he buys you your favorite dessert. And of course, no date is complete without sparkling spider cider!

Step Three: Dress! He wears some truly dashing evening wear and provides you with an outfit. Dress or suit, its your choice, but either way both of you are dressed to the nines.

Now all that’s left to do is have the date and share in a passionate embrace at the end! Sans readily excuses himself to go crash with Grillby for the night and he paces in the living room for fifteen minutes until you knock on the door. He pulls it open, beaming wide-

Oh no.

“Hey!” You say, smiling up at him. “Sorry, I’m late. Traffic was a nightmare.”

Oh no, you look….you look too perfect! Of course you are always attractive, but now…..He’s starting to lose his nerve.

“AH….N-NO TROUBLE!” He says, stepping aside to allow you through and taking your coat, praying in the dim light you can’t see his faint blush. (Paps, that blush glows, good luck…)

You take a good luck around. “Wow, this is….” You hear piano music, too close for a recording and look to the side. Undyne, playing her best and softest pieces on the opposite side of the room. She gave you a toothy grin before focusing back on the piano. “Live music? Papyrus, this looks incredible….”

“UM….ONLY THE BEST FOR MY TOTALLY ROMANTIC DATE!” He said, managing a brave smile. “YEP! DEFINITELY JUST ANOTHER AVERAGE (AND STILL TOTALLY ROMANTIC) DATE WE ARE HAVING HERE TONIGHT!”

“…..Are you okay?” You say, tilting your head and peering at him. “You look a little flushed….”

“N-NOPE! JUST THE LIGHTING WE SHOULD EAT NOW BEFORE IT GETS COLD SO LET’S GO!”  He said this all very rapidly but before you could question him further he’d steered you to the table and had you sit down.

His cooking skills have definitely improved, this meal isn’t half bad (although you suspect that may partially be Undyne’s influence). You still manage a friendly conversation, but he seems very tense the entire time. Undyne keeps shooting him looks, like she’s waiting for him to do something.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You say near the end of dessert.

“A-ABSOLUTELY FINE! WHY DO YOU ASK! SUCH A SILLY QUESTION! HOW IS IT TASTING!”

“It tastes fine, Papyrus, but you don’t look so good.” Before he can protest you get up and walk to the other side of the table and instinctively press a hand to his forehead. Does that even work for skeletons? “You look feverish, are you not feeling well?”

The flush seems to grow stronger and he averts his gaze. “UM….A TOUCH TOO MUCH SUN! ITS….ITS BONE BURN!”

……Bone burn? “Papyrus….” You shift your hand to cup his face and turn him gently, to look you in the eye. “Is something wrong?”

“I-….I-”

“Get on with it!” Undyne shouts from the piano, having long since stopped her playing to watch with growing frustration.

You raised an eyebrow and looked up. “Get on with-”

Bony phalanges suddenly cup your face and pull you so your lips crash with his teeth. His eyes are screwed shut and he’s kissing you with little technique but a lot of ferocity. You hum in surprise but slowly relax against him. But just as quick as it starts, it stops and he pulls away, looking horrified. “I…..I’M SO SORRY!” He said.

You blink, slightly dazed by the speed of it all. “Uh….”

“I….I WANTED IT TO BE SPECIAL, AND….AND I….” He groaned softly and slumped against the table, hiding his face in his folded arms.

You start to regain full consciousness and try not to chuckle, stroking the back of his skull. “Aw, Papyrus….”

“PLEASE DON’T HATE ME.” He said, voice muffled by his arms.

“I could never hate the Great Papyrus.” You lean down and pressed a soft kiss to the side of his skull. When he looks up in surprise you kiss him properly on the mouth. Its his turn to make a surprised noise, but you feel him ease into it. He broke off before getting to his feet and wrapping his arms around you, kissing you again. It’s not particularly skillful, but it’s warm, and tender, and sweet. Very Papyrus.

A sweet moment abruptly cut off by Undyne picking you both up in a body-crushing hug of excitement. Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of opportunities after tonight.

UF!Papyrus: NO KISSING UNTIL THE THIRD DATE!

Edge never does anything off-schedule if he can help it. In his more bitter moment Red has commented that he’s pretty sure his brother clocks in to take a piss. And if the dating manual says that the recommended time for a first kiss is the third date, then stardamn it that’s when you’re going to kiss.

No matter how much convincing you’re trying to do.

“Come on, just one little one on the cheek~?” You say in a wheedling tone. He’s checking his traps and looking increasingly annoyed the more you badger him, but you know him well enough by now to know its 9/10ths for show.

“FOR THE LAST TIME, NO.” He said, examining the ropes. This was a simple snare, but the rope loop meant to catch the ankle of unsuspecting prey was not in sight. Likely one of those idiot dogs had buried it. Fantastic. Now he was forced to dig it back up.

You knelt down next to him, grinning mischievously. “Just one little kiss ain’t gonna hurt, sweetie.”

ISN’T, AND NO.” He corrected. “WE JUST HAD OUR SECOND DATE, BE PATIENT.” He managed to unearth it from underneath a foot of snow. He would have to have a talk with the Dog Guard.

“But you never have time for ‘official’ dates” You make air quotes with your fingers. Because you hang out with him nearly every day, but it only counts as a ‘date’ when it meets his standards for one.

“AS I SAID, BE PATIENT.” He checked the knots and state of the rope before deciding it wasn’t too rotted and carefully replaced it.

You rested your chin on his shoulder, carefully avoiding the spike. You grin tauntingly at him. “Scared, maybe?”

He stood up abruptly, clocking your chin with his shoulder. “I AM NOT SCARED, AND FURTHERMORE-AAAAGH!”

In his hurry to walk away he had ill-judged the distance of his steps and caught his foot in the very trap he’d been working on. And unfortunately for him, as he had just ensure, it was in perfect working condition. He now dangled from the tree branch, his head about on level with yours.

You cackled with laughter at the ridiculous image of him dangling, his scarf flopping in his face until it fell off his shoulders and into the snow. His face went red as he glared at you.

“SHUT UP AND GET ME DOWN IMMEDIATELY!”

You recovered from your laughing fit and bent to pick up the scarf from the ground. “Hmmm, I don’t know….” You smirked playfully, stepping closer. “Might just leave you here until Sans or one of the Dogs finds you….”

“DATEMATE, I SWEAR-”

“Of course…maybe in exchange for a kiss?”

“WHAT? NO!”

“Well then.” You carefully wrapped the scarf back around him and tucked it into his battlebody so it stayed in place. “Better hope someone comes along soon.” You gave his chest a quick pat and walked away.

“YOU….Y/N-!”

You grinned and kept walking. You weren’t actually planning on abandoning him, just maybe disappear behind the trees for a couple seconds before coming back to untie him.

“…..FINE.”

You stop in your tracks. You hadn’t actually expected him to agree….you pivot on your heel. “Seriously?”

He flushed more and muttered. “A SMALL ONE. CHEEK ONLY.”

“You sure you didn’t swap out with an imposter in the last two seconds?”

“GET OVER HERE, IDIOT.”

You chuckled and walked over, grinning from ear to ear. His cheekbones got redder and redder the closer you got. You turned your face and presented your cheek to be kissed a couple inches from his face.

“….CLOSE YOUR EYES.”

You roll your eyes and do so, but at the last second still snap your head around so your mouth meets his.

He makes a surprised noise but you latch your lips on him, determined to make this last as long as you can. And to your surprise….he doesn’t pull away. Mouth not responding to yours. You peeks between your eyelids and saw him, entire skull a bright crimson that rivals his scarf. His eyes are wide and based on what you can read from his upside down expression he’s fighting off surrender with blind fury. So you wait for him to pull away….and the moment never comes. You just stand there. Lips locked. For an ungodly amount of time. This was getting awkward.

Finally, you pulled away, your own face a little red. “Uh….alright. Getting you down now.”

He was in shock, but managed to regain his tongue as you were working on his knots. “I SAID! ON THE CHEEK!”

“Yeah, well, it was on the mouth.” You said, tugging and pulling with little progress. “Why are your knots so damn complicated…”

“I’M GOING TO-!”

“Kill me, I know.” You finally got it loose and he collapsed to the ground. You pulled him into a sitting position. “So let’s get to that, huh?” You moved to dart away, but he was faster and trapped you with an arm around your waist. Despite all your squirming his grip was iron.

“FACE THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR ACTIONS.” You opened your mouth to speak when his mouth met yours.

…..Surprisingly good for a guy who had no experience, as far as you know. He cupped your face and tilted your head back a little forcefully. You stared in shock for a moment before relaxing into it, gripping his scarf to steady yourself a bit. He was….this was…..

And suddenly he was gone, walking away. “THE NEXT TRAPS AREN’T GOING TO CHECK THEMSELVES.”

His smirk didn’t go away for the rest of the day. Until you kissed him just before heading home.

US!Papyrus: You were on the couch, squealing with laughter and trying to squirm away from the bony fingers wriggling in your sides to little avail.

In hindsight letting Stretch know you were ticklish had been an amateur mistake. Not like you could help it though. It had started out innocently enough. He had an arm around you and had squeezed your side, making you jump three feet in the air.

He cocked a browbone. “you okay there?”

“Uh…yeah.” You say, recovering and settling back into the comfortable hold. “Just a bit tick-….”

Oh no.

He didn’t do anything but there was that glint in his eyes that you knew meant you had just made a Grave Error. “huh. Interesting.” He turned back to the movie.

You had been on edge for the rest of the movie, as well as the entire next day. This was Papyrus. He definitely wouldn’t let a weakness like that just hang out in the open without exploiting it. Every time he reached out to touch you you braced yourself like it was a cattle prod. But nothing. Just solid touches, not even accidental tickling.

Maybe….maybe he had forgotten.

Oh, but you were a fool to believe that. After three days, when he had successfully lulled you into a false sense of security, he finally ambushed you, sneaking up behind you and shoving his cold and wiggly phalanges under your shirt. It didn’t take long before you were breathless from laughter but he didn’t stop, keeping up the assault on your stomach, thighs, arms, everywhere that made you helpless with giggling. Which as it turned out was basically everywhere.

“aw, hon, you’re so cute,” He cooed mockingly, spidering his hands up your thighs.

“SHUHAHAHAHT UUUP!” You say in between loud laughs and pants for air. He had your hands pinned with his magic, which was the only reason you hadn’t decked him in the face.

“whats that? can’t understand ya.” He was snickering. Oh, he was dead.

“PAAHAHAHAHAPS-!”

He suddenly leaned down and kissed you. It felt so soft and natural that at the moment you only thought about how good it felt. The smell of smoke from his hoodie and the faint tang of nicotine and honey on his tongue. The brief reprieve from the tickling didn’t hurt.

He pulled away, smiling through half lidded eyes…..when suddenly it hit both of you.

That was your first kiss.

“uh-”

Now, not that you weren’t in shock, but in his surprise the magic on your wrists had faded, and you were definitely not letting yourself get tickled again. You snatched a pillow and smacked him, intending to just push him off and accidentally knocking him to the ground. He groaned.

Shit. You jumped down and rolled him onto his back. “I’m so sorry, are you-”

He pulled you down to kiss him again.

You ended up staying on the ground for quite a long time….

SF!Papyrus: How did you get yourself into these situations?

After a long series of texts so badly spelled you could barely make out words you gave in and finally called Rus.

“aaaaay, sweet’art, ya called…” He slurred so loudly that you had to hold the phone a little away from your ear.

“Rus, you’re drunk.” Not a question, it was bleedingly obvious.

“i mean…..kinda….” He giggled a bit.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “where are you right now.”

“Uhhhh….” You heard shifting. “hard ta say….alley, a think….”

“Can you just port home, Sans has been-”

“thaz a negative, cap’n” He snickered again. “tried. how i ended up in thisssalley in tha firs’ place. portin’s a liiiiiitle bit off ri’ now….”

“Oh my-…look, is there anyone with you?”

“nooooope!”

“alright, what building are you by, I’ll come get you.”

After a long while of convincing him to get off his ass and check he finally told you he was out by the local convenience store. It took even longer to convince him to just stay where he was and by the time you were in your car, you were tired, annoyed, and wondering why you were bother. Rus almost always made it home on his own anyways.

…..fine, maybe you liked him a bit. When he was sober. Which wasn’t terribly often on weekends, but still. He was good company, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little attracted. On his own end he’d been pretty flirty but you were unable to gauge how much of that was interest and how much that was just his personality.

Either way, considering he’d puked in the back of your car last time, you had a feeling attraction was gonna be the last thing on your mind.

There he was, slumping against the wall, bottle in hand. His face lit up when he saw you. “aaay, sugar….” He slurred.

You hooked an arm around him and pulled him to his feet. “Come on, let’s-”

“woah, woah, wha’s the rush?” He shifted you so you were against the wall, him with his arms braced on either side of your head. “just got here….”

The romantic side of being kabedon-ed was somewhat lessened by the threat of him emptying his stomach onto your shoes. “Rus, get in the car, you need to-”

“pretty sweet of ya….” He drawled. One of his hands started to toy with a strand of your hair. “comin out all this way to pick me up-”

You flushed. “Rus-”

“wonder if you taste as sweet as ya are~” He leaned in and pressed his mouth to yours, sending you into crash mode.

…..Okay you had to admit, Rus was a good kisser, but the old booze taste mixed with the smell of that alleyway dumpster was not helping set a mood. As gently as you could (and maybe a little reluctantly) you managed to pull off of him. After a little more back and forth you got him into the car.

You’d just managed to get him up to bed when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down with him.

“cute….cute human” He cooed, stroking your hair as his eyes bleared. “stay a bit…”

And with his grip you didnt have much choice. This was gonna be an awkward morning….

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm writing in canon and I had no idea what the timeline is for Sam's military career, so I researched a lot. MCU wiki says he was born 9/23/1978, and he would have graduated in May 1996 at 17. I figured he'd wait until Oct (after he turns 18) to sign up to be a PJ (I chose the 10th). To become a PJ, you have 7.5 weeks in basic training (ending 12/2/1996 in my timeline), 1 week for airmen's training (ending 12/9/1996), and 501 days of tech training (ending 4/24/1998 when Sam is 19). --

2 -  Sam was in the 58th pararescue squadron which became active on June 14th, 2002 irl. I’m not an expert nor am I done researching. But I do know he would have joined the 58th in mid/late June at the earliest, when he was 23. MCU wiki doesn’t say when Riley died but considering Sam had to have at least a year to become a peer specialist (see: brodhi-rook tumblr com /post/126618771141/) and probably been at the job for a while (I’ll say 6 mos), Riley probably died in Oct 2012.

3 -  But this is just rough and I don’t really think Sam would come home from war and instantly be like “ok let’s go help other vets deal with grief!” you know? I think he’d give himself some time. So I’d say Riley died from like 2009-2011 (maybe early 2012). So Sam would have been pararescue for 12~ years and VA worker for about a year and a half based on my timeline. For the writers, do what you want with this, change it as you please. P.S., PJ training is so hardcore I would dropout instantly.

4 -  I just looked into it a little bit more and it seems pretty likely that Sam was originally in the 48th rescue squadron which has been active since 5/1/1993. Both the 48th and 58th are both part of the 563d rescue group. It’s pretty decorated and fought in ww2, Vietnam, Korea, etc. The 48th and 58th are also called “Guardian Angel” squadrons which is pretty fitting if you ask me.

Oh wow, thank you so much for this valuable info! (The mod team may have teared up at the “Guardian Angel” part…)

We would love to include this in a Sam Wilson reference page if you’re okay with that. Thank you for your hard work, anon!!

- Mod Cat

Okay…so ever since I saw Spider-Man Homecoming something has been on my mind, and it is purely just me looking into things that aren’t really there, but I just have to share. 

So do you guys remember when Tony said- “everyone said I was crazy to recruit a fourteen year old kid,” and Peter quickly corrected- “I’m fifteen,” yeah, remember that? Well that little interaction stuck in my head. 

So we don’t have a canon birthday for Peter Parker, but most of us head-canon that it is August 10th because that is when the first Spider-Man comic was published in the sixties. 

Well, obviously Spider-Man Homecoming was set around the time of Midtown High-School’s Homecoming Dance, which are usually scheduled as a way to welcome the kids back to school, so most likely in September perhaps October at the latest. 

Which would mean Peter has only been fifteen for two, maybe three months.

If you watch the first scene where Peter is introduced in Civil War he mentions having his powers for six months, and in Homecoming when it shows Peter back on the subway it is set three months after Civil War (or at least I’m pretty sure it said three I’ve only seen the movie twice) putting Peter at having his powers for nine months

So if Peter’s only been fifteen for two months…but has had his powers for nine…dose that mean he was bitten by the spider as a fourteen-year-old? 

And even if Peter waited a bit before making his spider costume and going out to fight crime with his new found abilities (which I doubt he did, because in a world of superheroes y’know that this was his dream) he still would have been fourteen when he started. 

Which brings me back to Tony calling Peter fourteen. 

We know that Tony was watching and monitoring Peter’s activity as Spider-Man for a few months before he brought Peter to Germany (maybe even from the beginning) so at that time Peter would have been fourteen. 

So when Tony said- “Everyone said I was crazy to recruit a fourteen year old kid,” I don’t really think it was a slip up, I think he was referring to the fact that at the time Peter was fourteen.

So yeah, this has been my very round about way of saying- GuYS I’M FreAkINg OuT bECAusE wHAt iF?!?! WhAT IF pEtER sTArTEd oUt as A sMaLl FoUrTeEn YeaR OLd FreShMeN!?!? 

My Experience with Zap! Creatives


Alright- so here is my angry post about my experience with Zap Creatives. I really didn’t want to publish this but as many other artists also use them I wanted to share my experience with this company.  Prepare for a novel, as I am not happy at all.



I’ve been a customer with Zap since 2012. My total spent while dealing with this company totals in the thousands.  I’ve always had my files set up right, my naming conventions down pat and my colours spot on. I want to make this very clear. I used their now ‘old style’ 1 inch charms for all of my orders. The items I received never had any major imperfections, usually 1-3 in a batch of 100 of a single printed design.  I have had over 5000 charms from this company, so in the long run I had little to no imperfections. I boasted about the quality of the items, how they are durable, scratch resistant and vibrant.



Over the years I have expanded to over 50 unique designs, and had a large quality of each printed with them. I never had any issues.  The back and forth with the customer service wasn’t amazing, but it wasn’t something that really caused me any concern until recently.

In a recent order, December 2014, I ordered 500 charms. In this order, 60 of them were pony charms. Since 2012 I had updated these pony designs to new artwork. The naming convention was the same, but the customer service agent assured she replaced the files for me, and I was told all was fine. So while placing my order I did not worry - as I had reordered these newer designs multiple times in the past. So there shouldn’t be an issue, right?


Welp I was wrong, they sent me the 2012 designs rather than the 2013 designs that I had reordered multiple times throughout 2013-2014. Whatever, it was a mistake. Everyone makes them.  I’ve been dealing with them for a long time so it should not be an ordeal. I emailed them about the situation and I was given a reply within a few days

“Thank you for your reply. I have spoken to the production team and if you return the incorrect charms to the below address we will be able to get the replacements into production for you.”

Okay. I packed up the misprinted charms and sent them back to them right away. I assumed they would get my new charms mailed back out to me right away. The day I sent them back was December 19th. Well needless to say I was so wrong. I emailed Zap back for 2 months, finally getting a reply on February 4th.  They said they would have to wait for the charms to get back to them before they shipped out my replacements. I explained to them that I needed the charms for an event, and some were on backorder on my website after the holidays and I had customers expecting them.

“Thank you for your reply. I am afraid that there is not much we can do until we have the actual charms in our hands. If they do not arrive by the end of the week I will speak to my manager and see what we can do.

Please let me know if you need anything else.

Thanks :) “

So they said no can do, we need the charms in hand. I didn’t hear back from them for a couple weeks, so I sent them another email. In the email I sent them pictures of the mailed out parcel (I take pictures of everything I can when dealing with stuff like this) with the shipping label and information, and anything else I could do to help speed up the process. No reply.

March 1st rolls around. I needed to reorder another design desperately as I had sold out quickly, and emailed them saying I was pretty upset that this is being handled as badly as it was.

“Thank you for your email. I am so sorry about not being in touch. It is no excuse but it has been incredibly busy here and this slipped through the net. I have spoken to my manager and your returns must have got lost in the post as I have not received anything. As it has taken me so long to get back to you if you confirm what you require replacing and I can get this sent out to you this week. “

Great, exactly what I wanted to hear. Whatever, mix ups happen, the holidays just wrapped up, everyone was busy. I apologise for coming off angry, and resend her the design files and quantities to make sure they are correct. I reorder the design I needed as well.

It’s now March 10th. Zap announces they are getting rid of the old style charms. I’m pretty concerned. Now I need to backtrack to when Zap first announced they had a new style of charms – I ordered some samples of my designs in the new product. The new product is awful, the images feel like a sticker and I can literally pick them off with my finger nail (see Toothless image, top right ear). They also have this lovely white ring around the print that looks awful. So of course when I hear the style I print with is heading out, I email them to see whats up. I calmly explain to them that I was concerned about consistency (ordering restock of old style charms with the new style is going to suck, but I don’t have a choice so whatever) and asked why they are going to be discontinued out of curiosity’s sake.

“Thank you for your email. The reason we are stopping this service is all explained in the very detailed blog that Dave wrote. You can find the blog on our website. “

Wow, thanks for the copy paste answer. “Go read it on our blog!” I posted the blog the day it was emailed to me in an artist alley group I am in to give everyone a heads up about the change in case they didn’t get an email. I go on to explain that it sucks that this happened before convention season, and to port over all the charms into the new style is going to take a lot of work. I was told that it was just as much work to port over my designs to the new style as it was to go to another company, so it was up to me what I wanted to do. Wow, really? Yeah, because that is exactly what I want to hear right now after being a patron to your business for years – to be basically to be told “If you don’t like it, leave”. So I’m furious at this point, but I don’t know exactly what to do. Should I drop my entire convention budget before April 6th and order the old style charms to have enough stock for the year, just deal with it and go with the new style, or do as they suggested and go to another company? I pick the first option.  

I count my stock, tally my totals and reorder one last time with the company right before cut off day April 6th.

I still haven’t gotten my replacement charms from December. I email their customer service to inquire about the charms and to make my new order, and they reply that they were sent out in March. Thanks for the notification with tracking, that honestly would have helped out with my stress. They decided to mail the items together, and it was just yesterday, April 9th, that I received them. 

Needless to say, the items were horrible. The first thing I noticed was the acrylic was different. My boyfriend was the first to point it out. The acrylic was a different colour (more yellow then the usual white) and noticeably thinner. This doesn’t work for me, as something Zap likes to boast about how they thrive for consistency, something that is very important to me. This wasn’t that big of a deal until I seen the Baymax charms. 



The quality was just… awful. More than half of the items where misprinted or miscut, but mostly miscut. The Baymax on the left in the photo is the one from my previous order with Zap, and the right ones are the examples of how they were cut in my new order. This is just unacceptable. At this point I feel like the company is trying to make a point about their old printing after I complained to them, and now they are trying to reinforce that the printing style is bad. Never in my 3 years of dealing with them had I seen so many mistakes in one order of one design! I’m livid at this point, and email Zap telling them that this is unacceptable. I cancel my last big order of charms with them, and ask for a refund for the Baymax charms that are garbage. I write them a novel about why I am upset, how I have been loyal as a customer and want to work this out, and that I want this fixed.

And this is the reply I was given, word for word, copy pasted:

“Thank you for your reply. Once again I can only apologies. I have cancel your order for you. If you could return the charms that you require refunding to the below address and once we receive them I can process the refund.

Zap! Creatives 
3F Brighouse Business Village 
Brighouse Road 
Middlesbrough 
TS2 1RT 

Please let me know if you need anything else.

Thanks :) 


How would you rate my reply?
Great    Okay    Not Good “


Uh, needless to say it was not good. 


So I am 300% done at this point. I dropped Zap Creatives completely , and will be dealing with another company from now on. Dealing with this new company has been extremely refreshing, as they actually talk to you and want your business, unlike the automated responses like with Zap.

** UPDATE: I just checked my email, and got an email from Zap offering my money back and to convert a few of my best selling charms for free, as well as sending me some new samples - only after seeing my article.


This should be something that is offered to all of those who have been using your service for years and are on the fence about the new style charms. When you have people that are concerned about the new style printing, like myself, this was something that should have been offered from the start to keep their business. You could spend pennies offering people who are genuinely concerned about the switch by sending them some samples to prove this is a superior service. Or you can just lose peoples business all together.



People don’t like change, this is a fact of life. And there has been little to no accommodation regarding this change.



If you are going to change something, you can’t just tell people "Trust me, our new products are better” after they have been purchasing the same product from you for years.

**UPDATE 2: Zap retracted their offer to refund me after I emailed them the amount not usable and return shipping. Zap is officially one of the worst businesses I have ever dealt with. 

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Moral of the story - I guess it takes an angry article to get good customer service, rather then years of being a loyal customer.