i was thinking about you the whole time what

DECEMBER

and anyway, I never cried. the
whole time, not once. God
moulded some people out of clay,
but I was chiselled out of stone &
 
stones don’t bleed & they damn
well don’t cry and neither do
boys & somehow I was both
I mean, rock & more rock.
 
and I’m saying all this to the
carnations by the window & she
she gives me that look. The one
where she’s clearly thinking
 
about my capital-T Trauma &
says, so? so you never cried
and, so what did you do?
 
                         & God,
I say, I don’t know.
I say, I wrote about grief
I say, I wrote out grief
I wrote: grief, grief, grief, grief, grief
 
and didn’t stop until I couldn’t
feel it anymore.
 
the whole damn year was
violence and anger and grief.
I think December had moved
into my body.

roses-and-oceans  asked:

Hi hello chocobabe (・ิω・ิ)(・ิω・ิ)(・ิω・ิ)(・ิω・ิ) ahhhh!!! May I request some Nyx fluff? Bordering on Nsfw? Habshdhhdj I'm shy about requesting but ayeee yolo. Maybe something about just catching his eye and how he goes about catching your attention. But!! If you have an idea and just wanna go for it, you can!!!! Idk I'm too vague or too much lmao, but message me if you need anything!! Love you!!!!! <3

I have to be completely honest, I used to have a hard time seeing what was attractive about Nyx. But I started looking at pictures to get inspiration for this and…okay, I can see it now. 

…I can see it now….*salivates* (also this motherfucker needs to smile more come on, boi lemme see them dimples)

Honestly, I think what’s so nerve wracking about this whole ordeal is wondering if my requesters will hate the work I write. Welp, this is it, hope ya guys like it, if not I promise I’ll do better next time. Also, never be nervous to request anything of me, I’m nervous enough for the both of us, hehehe

Tagging the senpais: @roses-and-oceans @bespectacled-girl @cupnoodle-queen @themissimmortal @itshaejinju

Sexual Tension

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Slight NSFW
Word Count: 1,935


Originally posted by lufreya


You weren’t sure what exactly it was that drew you two together that night-to this day, you still don’t really know. According to him, the lights from the bar had hit you just right as you and your friends walked in, the buttons on your work blouse undone to show off a bit of your cleavage, your hair slightly frizzy from a full day of work and a lot of your make up now sweat off after walking around in the summer heat. 

Considering how you felt you looked that night, you are still convinced it was a miracle he looked at you at all. All you know is that the night would probably forever be the most intense, most hypnotic and most sexually charged night of your life. 

Ironically, there wasn’t even any sex. 

Never before had you been so grateful for your local bar to be throwing the annual monthly wet t-shirt contest, and you were glad you had gone with your instinct and not gone that night, knowing that the bar would be filled with drunken idiots hollering at girls with big tits in wet white t-shirts. Now, sitting at the stool in a bar closer to your home, your friend was the first one to point out the young man across the bar checking you out. When you glanced out of the corner of your eye to see what guy hadn’t taken his eyes off of you since you had walked in the establishment, you noticed two things: 1, he wasn’t bad looking-in fact, far from it. And 2, he wasn’t a complete pervert like other guys who ogled you at the bars. 

Other perverts who ogled you at the bars were always leery, licking their lips with a hooded gaze and making obscene gestures whenever you made eye contact with them. And it was these same exact perverts who would get pissy when you refused to give them a blow job in the bar bathroom. 

But he was different-his slicked back chestnut brown hair that reached the edge of his neck perfectly showed off his bright blue eyes, even from across the bar. Those bright blue irises showed no signs of pervertness or ‘I wanna bang this chick’ pheromones, it was more…subtle. You noticed him looking at you out of the corners of his eyes, glancing at you from head to toe before casually looking away. When your gaze did meet, he didn’t shyly look away or pervertly eyeball you. Instead, he just nodded a hello, the corners of his cheeks lifting up to show off laughter lines beside his nose as he smiled. Combined with the stubble and muscles that rippled in the simple t-shirt he wore…he was good looking, no one could possibly deny that. 

You had never experienced sexual tension before, but you were pretty fucking sure this is what it was. 

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Okay, so let me get this straight.

Guy #1: 8 years together, with the whole “I don’t like assigning titles to things” and “aren’t we too old for saying boyfriend/girlfriend”, and now its taken you two years apart to decide that I actually was your girlfriend that whole time?  What? Because it sounds so much better when you throw “ex” in front of that instead of “that person I was committed to but didn’t want to make it sound serious”? 

Guy #2: My marriage is falling apart, but you’re single right?  We used to have fun, didn’t we?  I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.  The sex was good, wasn’t it?  Wanna hang out?  Send me a pic, but make sure you only text me after 11pm because she checks my phone.

Man, I really don’t have time for this.  I really, really don’t.

Hey, the clip wasn't actually half bad.

Which surprised me, tbh. But I liked that:

- After yesterday’s conflict with the douchebag Isak has clearly rethought his big speech about hate and people targeted with it. He wants Sana to know that he gets her better now.

- The focus was on Sana.

- Noora said out loud what I was thinking with: “Can’t you help me instead?”

- The Butterfly effect is pretty commonly used storyframe but it will be interesting to rewatch S4 (and the whole series, cause honestly, we will so many times) from this viewpoint

- William showed facial expression! I’m shooked.

Based on some stuff I’ve seen in the Animorphs tag recently, I’d like to make the following suggestion: don’t skip the recaps at the beginnings of the books where the characters and the war are summarized.

A lot of people seem to skip those because they already know what’s going on in the series. But I think that’s a mistake. Applegrant do really strong characterization work in those recaps. The recaps are different from character to character, as they notice different aspects of the team and the war, and they change over the course of the series. I’ve written a whole essay about how Ax’s recaps change over time, and you could do the same for the rest of the Animorphs, too.

Don’t skip the recaps; they’re your check-in on how the POV character feels about their teammates and the war they’re fighting. 

anonymous asked:

Is it a misconception they Tony is a womanizer?

Misconception Meme | Accepting

Oh you mean Tony “Had A Mechanical Chest Plate And Couldn’t Have Casual Sex Because Then Everyone Would Know He Was Iron Man And He Didn’t Want People To Know” Stark?

I’m so passionate about this because there are times in the comics when the writers take this whole “womanizer” thing to extreme. Tony who told Vision that he can’t read magazine’s to understand women because when you’re interested in someone you have to know what they like and who they are as an individual and gender boxes don’t apply.

Tony who when he falls in love he falls so hard that he legit doesn’t think about anyone else. I mean he’s this rich famous good looking guy and yet he doesn’t cheat on his lovers. If it’s casual he makes it KNOWN it’s casual but if it’s not the man is all in.

Tony who told corny lines to Whitney Frost who was self conscious about her scars.

Tony who caught himself staring at Rumiko at the beach and felt SLEEZEY for being that guy who gawks at hot women in bikinis.

Tony who has been manipulated and used in relationships before (Sunset Bain and Indries Moomji) and more casual affairs (Justine Hammer)

Tony who was shot point blank in the chest by someone he was in a casual relationship with

Tony likes to dote on his dates. He likes to make people happy because that’s what he does. He doesn’t take care of himself he takes care of everyone else (or at least tries to) so yes he’s going to flirt and say corny pick up lines but why does that equate to “womanizer” and why does that make fans and some writers think he’s going to slap a woman’s ass (I WILL FOREVER SCREAM BLOODY MURDER AT THAT DAMN COMIC *flips table*)

He’s loves love okay?? He’s a helpless romantic. 

And also…he tries to keep up appearances. He’s /suppose/ to be this suave eligible bachelor so he plays the role. In early Iron Man comics he’d have a new date every issue but then make up same lame excuse to leave (because I go back to my first point of him trying to keep IM a secret) but he always felt SO GUILTY like he was using them, which he was technically, but still.

Not to mention; I headcanon that one of Tony’s love languages is physical touch. Physical touch is an important thing to him. It’s what makes him feel appreciated and in extreme cases it’s what makes him feel loved. So sex kinda goes with that, but to say he’s a “womanizer” kinda throws out all of the other things he does and all of the things he’s been through.

anonymous asked:

okay wait. you almost drank holy water? please explain?? how in the hell did that happen??

My dad used to clean a local church and at the time it was just us three I believe and we sat at the church and me being the little shit that I was not knowing what anything in the church was (Never been to a church beforehand) and I see this bowl of water and but I didn’t think it was water because it was too still (Water should not be that still) I was about two seconds away from touching it and probably dunking my whole face in it before my mom got me.

I probably would’ve burned

anonymous asked:

I need the story of the Underground Shakespearian Ring

Okay, so the school I went to for 9th grade had this really bizarre grading setup that I still don’t understand- for some reason, instead of the teachers writing up and grading tests and exams and the like, all the work was sent to an unknown third party for them to grade??? It made no sense.

Now, for the most part, the school had decent teachers, and they would just teach the curriculum correctly and then you wouldn’t run into problems with the grading. My English teacher was not one of those teachers.

So like, she hated me pretty early on- she was my homeroom teacher and thought it was disrespectful that I slept in homeroom in the mornings (I was on sleeping pills and they never wore off completely until around 10am), I never had the vocab homework in on time (someone kept breaking into my locker and stealing my vocab books I had to buy a new one like five times), she thought it was “inherently pessimistic and stuck up” when she caught me reading a book called ‘Ninth Grade Slays’ (it was about vampires, not her?), and during our Greek Mythology unit I kept correcting her about the name pronunciations of the gods (she pronounced Hephaestus as Hepatitis one time holy shit). 

Anyway, her feelings on me aside, her teaching skills were shoddy at best. But I had had way worse teachers, so had the rest of the class, and Greek myths are pretty straight-up in what’s going on, so no one really had trouble with the third-party tests.

Then we get to the Romeo and Juliet unit.

Now, fun fact: Shakespeare has always come pretty easily to me. Like, to the point where I sometimes forget/fail to understand that other people have an incredibly hard time translating his works. (I told this whole story to my friends in the school I went to for 10th/11th/12th grade and when the drama department put on ‘Midsummers Night Dream’ one year, more than half the cast tried to get me to translate their scripts and monologues for them lmao).

So, anyway, I’m just a girl, reading Romeo and Juliet and digging how it’s going…and then the teacher starts ‘translating’ it.

Um.

I cannot sift through all the bullshit this woman was spewing, but let’s just say that my favorite part is during Romeo’s spew about Rosaline, there’s one part where he says something like ‘with cupid’s arrow/she hath diane’s will’, and the teacher was taking this to mean Rosaline was a Super Lesbian who was breaking the law or something and running away with her lover Diane, which would be a rad storyline, sure, but like…I’m just raising my hand like “Um Ma’am, Diana is the Roman goddess of chastity. What Romeo meant is that she told him she’s sworn off love and is probably becoming a nun?” and this woman just got. So angry. Like, excuse me, you are a student, you’re here to learn, so you clearly don’t know anything about this (I read Romeo and Juliet for the first time in like preschool whoops). Anyway, she continues on making up her own plot to the play, and I…well I was basically Hermione Fucking Granger at this point I couldn’t just sit there and listen to someone be this wrong about something omfg??? She just got angrier and angrier and stopped calling on me after a while.

So for a couple lessons I’m just left to seethe quietly, but one day after class this girl I knew since grade school came up to me and was like “Could you…? Tell me what the hell we’re supposed to be learning?” and I didn’t even like her but I liked the validation of being someone’s Chosen Teacher so I wrote out a summary for her of everything we had covered so far so she could actually write a comprehendible essay for our homework that night.

But THEN the during the class when we got our essays back, she made a HUGE DEAL, like ‘oh Molly, it wasn’t bad enough that you’ve been failing this course material, now you have to drag your friends into it by trying to re-write the play?’ (l m a o). Like this bitch had literally tried to fight me on ‘Paris is the guy Juliet’s father wants her to marry’ and she didn’t even put a grade on my essay where I said the play only ended in tragedy because of how young and naïve the kids were, that if they had taken a breather and thought things through it probably would’ve been fine (it was a damn good essay and I stand by it). But anyway, she’s trying to make me out to my classmate’s as someone who’s trying to sabotage their education for laughs.

This backfired on her.

See, it dawned on people one by one, that she was only teaching the wrong material -> so they wouldn’t know the right material -> so when they eventually would take the exams they would only have her crazy answers -> which the third party graders wouldn’t know about -> everyone fails this course that’s like half the overall grade of the year.

Most students consider that a problem.

So suddenly the class has decided I’m the fucking Shakespeare Whisperer or something, and one by one start begging me for help. At first I was confused, because as I said, it’s so easy for me that I didn’t realize literally the entire class was lost out of their asses here. omfg. So I was really getting hassled here but I didn’t want my entire class to fail you know???? So I started meeting with people during study halls or texting them after school so they knew what was going on. And then they started telling people in this teacher’s other classes, including upperclassmen who were lost as fuck, so this was quickly spiraling out of control on my end, but overall people were really starting to understand the plays better!! So I was feeling really great.

But then, the teacher noticed that none of the homework getting handed in to her matched up with her crazy translations, and knew I was the sole person to blame (naturally). She literally tried to get me suspended over this, she went to the school’s disciplinarian!

Note: This guy, Mr. C, knew I was a God damn angel- my science class was off the charts, inappropriately awful, so every time one of our science teacher’s wanted to give the entire class detention, instead of calling Mr. C up to the class room as was the rule, they’d send me down to get him so he’d know to write up every student except for me. So when my English teacher dragged me in there he was looking her like “What on Earth could this girl have possibly done to piss you off?” 😂😂

And when she explained he looked at her for a very long moment, glanced at me with a signature ‘Office’ Reaction Face™ , turned back to her and was like “You want her suspended…for starting a study group?” and I was CHOKING.

So that really pissed her off and they started fighting and this was a very overworked and Done man so at some point he gave up and was like “I’m not suspending her but fine we can put a ban on the study group if you leave my office” omfg. So all the other students get notified and now they’re back to freaking out about the upcoming exams.

So like two days later, I’m at lunch, complaining about this to one of my friends who had a different English teacher and thus no problem, and I’m on this whole angry rant (Because I’m pissed, a bunch of kid’s grades are gonna get fucked up because of this! They just wanted to do well! I just wanted to help them!) and my friends staring at me quietly the whole time and when I finish I’m like “What?” and she’s just like “…Molly did you literally start up Dumbledore’s Army in our fucking school?” and I died on scene.

But then I started thinking about the comparison and I was like? You know fucking what? If Harry Potter can get those kids to pass their fucking DADA test I can help kids pass their fucking English Exam. Bring it the fuck on, Umbridge.

So I started Spreading The Word that anyone who needs help with their Shakespeare course can still get help, we just all need to meet up once to hash out the details. After some back and forth notes and deliberations, we ended up meeting in the school library, which was hilarious for a few reasons:

1) It was directly across the hall from this teacher’s classroom.

2) It was actually a converted janitors closet, way smaller than all the other classrooms, and there were like 50 people shoved in there; Not exactly an ideal Room of Requirement

3) The library carried no Shakespeare texts, but had the entire Harry Potter series on display to see when you first walked in

But anyway, despite the fact that we were literally three feet away from her door while we were doing this, our teacher was none the wiser of the meeting. We worked out a game plan- everyone writes out bullshit essays that align with what the teacher’s expecting. After she grades those and gives them back, they get them to me- slipping them in my locker, handing it to me discreetly in the halls or in another class, what have you. I then try to power through the dizzying amount of confusion radiating out of the teacher’s mouth and onto these papers, and more or less write out better translation of what was going on in whatever scene they covered, what the highlights they needed to know were, stuff like that, and then slip it back to them in similar discreet fashion (so the teacher/disciplinarian wouldn’t see me and get suspicious ; also because I was like 15 and wanted to feel like a super cool secret agent). They would then keep my copies and use them as study guides for the upcoming exams, where they would then answer all the questions correctly, the way the third party graders would mark correctly, and pass the exams + the bullshit essays would get them high marks in the teacher’s homework grades. The teacher never caught on to what was happening, just thought her students finally started paying attention to her.

All in all, it was a complicated mess, but it fucking worked. I don’t think anyone failed their exams that year. Will I ever be cooler? No. I think I fucking peaked when I was 15.

i’m trying not to let it in. it’s just that every time i look at you i feel something different. i know it’s silly because summer is coming like a boulder down a mountain. but i see you and think of better futures. my horoscope says “You want to tell a loved one just how much you care about them, but you can’t find the words.“ what words would there be. when i’m around you everything is lighter and i forget how to talk about things. i want to impress you too much to speak. i know it’s silly. today’s love sign says “You just need to walk past the fear, and all will be well.” what about if i kiss you. what about if i ruin this whole thing. there’s bruises on me from the last time we held on to it. that’s the thing about wounds, see. they still hurt in the morning.

SKAM S04E09 Clip 4 - Your Faith Is Strong

SANA: This is me and Noora at a café.

MOM: Red lipstick?

SANA: She’s always wearing red lipstick.

MOM: Yeah? It suits her.

SANA: Yes, it suits her very well. And there she’s also wearing red lipstick.. This is at school..

MOM: She’s a very pretty girl.

SANA: She’s very pretty.

MOM: Yes.

SANA: And this is Chris!

MOM: She looks like lots of fun.

SANA: Yes, she’s very cool.

MOM: Why don’t you invite them here? Wow!

SANA: That’s a picture of Vilde and Eva.

[YOUSEF: Of course I want to hang out with you! What about Friday? I’m leaving on Saturday.]

[Yousef Acar accepted your friend request]

SANA: Aaaand… This is a picture of Noora.

MOM: What are those sunglasses?

SANA: It’s just this halloween party. Because we were.. We had dressed up and stuff.

MOM: Nice pictures!

SANA: I like Yousef. And.. He’s not a Muslim.

MOM: And now you’re going to hang out?

SANA: I know.. I know that Islam says I can’t marry him, but I just.. I don’t understand that because Yousef is a very good person.

MOM: You’re just seventeen years old. You’re not getting married yet.

SANA: No, but what about three years from now? If I still like Yousef - why can’t I marry him?

MOM: When you’re that young, you think crushes and love are the same thing. Crushes pass, but love and a marriage last for your whole life. It’s almost like a cooperation, where you give all the love inside of you to that cooperation. It’s also about having someone by your side your whole life, no matter what happens. And I think you’ll get a bit lonely in that relationship if you’re the only one who believes, because your faith is so strong. Because there are always times in your life where you doubt everything, even Allah and then.. I think it’s important that you have someone by your side who reminds you why you’re a Muslim and who understand what you believe in. Do you understand? It’ll be fine.

MOM [ON THE PHONE]: Hello.

[YOUSEF: Of course I want to hang out with you! What about Friday? I’m leaving on Saturday.]

[SANA: Oh are you leaving this Saturday? I can’t this week.

SANA: I hope you have the world’s best summer]

[CHRIS: Yo girls. What about test driving the van this Friday? I know it’s not Russ Time 2018 yet, but a little trip has to be fine?

VILDE: YEEEES!!!]

What’s up, it’s Alexei!

When Ngozi posted this picture yesterday of young post-draft Tater “trying his darnedest to answer press questions in English,” I thought, “You know, I could make a play fic out of that.” Which is what led to the following 2700+ words about Tater and his ESL tutor.

Many, many thanks to @ktheunready for being my Russian authenticity consultant and beta!


Georgia Martin stood at the back of the media scrum and watched Alexei Mashkov stumble his way through his post-draft interview, saw the way his fingers kneaded the brim of the brand-new Falconers’ cap he’d been handed for the initial official photos, saw the way his eyes widened and stayed intently glued to whoever was asking him a question, like he was afraid he’d miss some key bit of meaning if he blinked.

She pulled out her phone and made a call.

***

«No, Mama, I promise, my room is very nice. The family is very nice. Everything is very…»

«Let me guess, nice? »

Alexei sighed. «Yes.»

«You know I don’t doubt you, right, Alyosha? I’m not worried you can’t do this. You will be fine. But I know this is your first time to live in another country, with none of the boys from your teams here. It can be… hard, sometimes. I know.»

«Yeah, Mama, I know. You told me.»

«Are you telling me you’ve heard the stories of my youth too many times?» she asked in mock outrage.

«No, no!» he laughed. «Of course not.»

«Good. I should think not.» He could picture her face exactly, and it made him smile. «I’m glad your host family seems nice, Alyosha. I’m sure you will have many friends in no time.»

He flopped back on the bed again and stared at the ceiling. «I hope so.»

«We’ll talk again soon. Love you, son.»

«Love you, too.»

He hung up and let his phone rest on his chest. He’d been to America before. He’d thought he’d known what it would be like, that it wouldn’t be so bad. Different, yes, but there would be so many interesting new things to see, and new teammates, and he certainly knew how to play hockey. What he had failed to take into account, apparently, was how exhausting it was to try to function in English all day. For a US hockey team, the Falconers’ roster was shockingly low on Russian players, so his host family was one of the French Canadian ones. To their credit, they did speak some Russian, but it was hardly enough to have a real conversation. Alexei felt like he’d been practically mute all day.

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How to do Math if You’re Struggling

You don’t have to use all of these all they may not all work for everyone, but this is just a list of helpful tips for anyone!

First

When you are introduced am new concept, instead of just learning HOW to do it, try learning WHY you do it. Just looking up the term on the internet can help a lot if you aren’t understanding a concept

In Class

  • Pay attention as much as you can! this may be an absurd request for some people, but do as much as you can
  • When taking notes, write down the steps of solving the problem
  • Write examples that the teacher does. If you have trouble following these when reading your notes, try writing any change in the problem in a different color in the different steps
  • Distinguish each section or chapter. Keeping things in chronological order can really help.
  • I there is something that you don’t understand, ask. Whether it be the teacher or a peer. It helps to ask specific questions because it makes sure you are addressing exactly what you aren’t understanding
  • DO YOUR HOMEWORK this is the MOST IMPORTANT if you are having trouble understanding. When doing your homework if you get something wrong, try again a few times. If you still don’t get it, ask.

If You Still Don’t Understand

  • If you have tried new techniques and really tried to understand and still don’t get it, ask for help. Whether it be a teacher or a peer, just get someone to sit down with you and explain it
  • Getting help from a peer can be very helpful. They may have an easier time explaining it in terms that you will understand
  • No matter who it is, Someone will always be willing to help.

For Tests

  • Write up a summary of all the material that will be on the test. Write the steps and explanations
  • Make a practice test. Compile problems from all the sections or chapters that will be on the test. If you get stuck, use your summary sheet, and remember to ask for help if you need it
  • when you do take the real test, TAKE YOUR TIME. don’t freak out, and remember to think about what you are doing
  • Remember, if you finish half the test and get them all right, that is better than finishing the whole test and getting them all wrong.

In conclusion, please do not get discouraged! All it will do is make it worse. I once could not understand math at all, but over time I just figured out what worked for me. These are obviously not the only things that help understand math, but these are some things I learned that have helped me to have an understanding of math.

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A couple of people have asked me to do the ‘draw x character in your wardrobe’ thing, so here’s Bucky in what I’m wearing: black sports bra and chiffon shirt, cropped black jacket (which I drew shorter on Bucky because he’s hecka tall) black studded belt, weird skinny jeans which my brothers refer to as ‘the star wars pants’, and the heeled boots I wear all the time. I’m not actually wearing fingerless gloves, that’s just Bucky. 

Luckily for Bucky, my entire wardrobe is shades of red and black. 

I left you guys a lineart version just because.

-Mod Hell

Midnight Talks Pt. Two || Peter Parker Imagine

Originally posted by optimus-grimes

(not my gif)

Word Count: 938 Words

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

A/N: I tried my best (that’s a lie, i didn’t even grammar check it), I hope you all enjoy

Part One

“So Y/N, how was your, um, your night last night?” Peter asked as he started eating his lunch. All day, all you could think about was last night. Spider-Man randomly showed up in your room. In what world does that actually happen to someone? You looked down at your lunch, trying to figure out what to tell him, Ned and Michelle who suddenly got interested in the conversation due to lack of an answer.

“It was uh, good actually, watched a funny movie. Why do you ask?” You question back at him. You didn’t tell him about the whole Spider-Man thing because you didn’t know if the man in the mask wanted you to tell people. Peter looked down at his lunch tray. “Just curious, that’s all. What about you guys,” he looked between Ned and Michelle, “how were your nights?” He asked. Peter didn’t want to seem suspicious if he only asked you. He knew what you actually did last night, you were with him. Well, his alter ego. Did you not trust him enough to tell him about it?

As Ned began to explain his action packed night of binge watching old movies, you began to play with your food, lost in thought about the city’s hero, Spider-Man. He was funny, and kind of cool. Not everyone gets to talk to him which made the entire situation even better than it already was.  

Peter looked over and saw you playing with your food. He turned to see if Ned was still talking to him but he was now talking to Michelle. “Hey,” Peter said as he turned to you, “you okay? You seem a bit out of it.” He sounded worried about you. You nodded your head yes, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I just didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Did you stay up all night watching movies?” He asked with a small smile, knowing exactly what you did. “How’d you know?” You said sarcastically, knowing that you told him earlier. “Lucky guess.” He said with a shrug, playing along with the whole thing. The two of you quietly laughed at the situation.  

What the two of you didn’t hear was Michelle and Ned talking about you. “You think  they’re ever going to date?” Ned whispered to Michelle. “Oh definitely.” She said before getting back to reading her book.

It was late at night, again. But this time, you were busy doing your homework. You only had a few more problems you needed to do. You sighed, getting anxious for the sleep you so desperately needed. You went to open your window, wanting to hear the sounds of the city. You went back to your homework area and glanced at the time on your phone to see that it was 11:50. Jesus, these high school teachers are draining the life out of you. Forgetting about your homework, you stayed on your phone for a few minutes. All of a sudden, a wind washed over you. You look up and see Spider-Man.

He came here on purpose this time, he wanted to see you. At least that’s what you understood. “How is is it that Spider-Man has been in my room, not just once, but twice now?” You asked with a humorous sound lacing your voice. You saw him shrug his shoulders as he went to sit on your bed. “I guess I just like talking to you.” He said as he jumped up onto your bed, and crossing his legs Indian style. Spider-Man patted a seat next to him, indicating you to go and sit with him.

You got on the bed and crossed your legs the way that he had done. “What do you want to talk about?” You asked as you started playing with your hands out of nervousness.  

“I don’t know….tell me about your life. Your crush your favorite things, your friends, really anything.” Spider-Man said. You cleared your throat before speaking again. “My friends are the most awesome people on the planet. They are always nice and understanding.  I would be lost without them, really.” You said looking up at him.

“Are you popular?” He asked curiously. You shook your head immediately. “No, I hang out with the same three people everyday. If anything, I am one of the most unpopular kids at my school.”

“How could you be unpopular?” He asked with a surprised tone, “You’re  the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen.” You blushed at the statement. Another plus, he is super sweet. “T-Thanks.”

“So, do you have a crush on anyone?” He questioned with a voice that made him sound like a dramatic 5th grader. This made you smile. “He, he is just something else you know what I mean? He’s different then any other guy that I have ever met. He is just such a good person with a big heart and he is crazy smart. He uh, just got an internship at Stark Industries. What teenager gets that opportunity?” You told Spider-Man all this, venting to a man you don’t even know.

“Sounds like he’s a pretty cool guy. What’s his name? Maybe I can help you with your relationship.” He said the last part mockingly. Peter knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted you to admit your feelings for him even if you weren’t telling the real Peter. He just wanted to hear you say those words.

You smiled widely thinking of the boy who had you wrapped around his finger. “His name is-”


“Peter! What’s up?” You said as you ran to catch up with him. He turned and smiled at you, “Hey Y/N.”

Part Three

Hide and Seek

Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader -A/B/O

Summary:  You’re a bonded Omega who left your human family when you were turned. Now, a year later, your mother and father have hired an interventionist to extract you from what they assume is a cult. 

A/N: What are a/b/o dynamics

Words: 5300+

Beta: @just-another-busy-fangirl

Warnings: Pregnancy, kidnapping, dominance, violence. References to: claiming, choking, oral sex, unprotected sex (obvi), biting, rough sex, some dom/sub overtones.

Your name: submit What is this?


It’s not that you didn’t love your family, in fact it’s quite the opposite, love is the reason you disappeared. Being bitten by a werewolf meant that life as you knew it was over. You had nightmares of killing your mother under a full moon, unable to control your base instincts: ripping out your father’s heart and eating it raw under the night sky.

Telling them the truth wasn’t an option; your father’s a physiologist, your mother a nurse. They’re level headed people who at the first mention of lycanthropy would have had you committed.

You couldn’t stay. You couldn’t see a way out, so you ran.

You wrote a note. Most of it was lies, but you wanted it to seem plausible. It wasn’t in your character to just abandon the people you loved, so you had to make it seem real. You had to hurt them so they would let you go. You wrote about meeting someone you wanted to start a life with, about how they’d suffocated you for twenty five years and you just couldn’t take anymore. You told them they drove you to leave.

You cried as you set the note on the kitchen table early one brisk autumn morning, then walked out the door falsely assuming you’d never seem them again.

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                                there’s only one thing we all know for certain and that is …

Pushing All my Buttons

Prompt/Summary: You and Steve know all the right and wrong buttons to push

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: OMG, the cursing.  There is a lot.  So much. 

Word Count: 3668

Author’s Note: Is there a better trope than enemies to lovers?  I dare you to name it.  I wish I were better at writing sex scenes.  Maybe I need to bribe someone to write the second (smuttier) chapter to this. 


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anonymous asked:

What image do you think he's trying to achieve? You mention that he's trying hard to look a certain way and to get there we are seeing a bunch of back and forth, but tbh I am having trouble identifying what is the image he wants.

I honestly am having a hard time too

I think he’s trying really hard to be a rockstar, and he’s trying to do the whole ‘sex drugs and rock and roll’ thing, and he’s achieving that with a lot of songs about women and sex, but then he’s also like “I’M GAY I’M GAY LOOK @ ME IM GAY”, and then he gets like super “deep” and to me it comes off a bit pretentious, but then he gets all humble again with dorky opinions and I feel like he’s being honest and open and “real”

so it honestly feels like he’s got on a bunch of pieces from a bunch of different outfits and he’s not sure a) how to put them together cohesively or b) which one he actually wants to wear

anonymous asked:

everyone who meets harry: harry is a natural born star there's just something effortlessly magnetic about him he's just so special on his own without even trying. harry's team: you know what we should do? fabricate an intricate fake image built on nothing but lies to make harry seem like the heterosexual rockstar i wish i was when i was younger.

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