i wasnt nice to her for the rest of the year

podcast with cengiz

so cengiz was on morten and vegard’s podcast that came out this morning! it’s an hour long and FULL of new info on how he got his role etc. i’ll write down some highlights of the first 30 minutes here. i’ll be listening to the rest later today and i’ll make another post after. here we go!

- julie and mari came to herman’s dance performance, but cengiz didnt know. afterwards they met backstage.
- julie later asked herman for cengiz’ contact details and then asked him if he wanted to audition for s3 (this was obviously before s3).
- he would audition for the role of even!!!
he turned it down, he didn’t think he’d be able to play even convincingly and thought someone else could do it much much better than him.
- he got called in for s4 at the start of his study and he got a fake script to audition with.
- he auditioned as sana’s brother (who wasn’t called elias back then).
- he had to end his scene with a rap but then he went all out, which made iman and julie laugh, and julie liked that he wasnt embarrassed and that he was being himself.
- after that scene he got the same script, but this time he had to flirt with sana. he thought it was difficult but ended up doing something none of the people who auditioned did so he stuck out.
- he auditioned on wednesday and got the call from julie on friday. they started out with awkward small talk, and then she told him he got the role and immediately also told him he had to kiss josefine/noora.
- he had to get used to that idea since he has a girlfriend.
- julie told him from the beginning there wouldnt be any kiss scenes with iman, which was iman’s choice that was respected by everyone.
- when they filmed syng it was still weird to him to have to kiss josefine, they hadnt talked much even though shes really nice.
- he found out later they went to the same school for 2 years.
- he’s become really good friends with the balloon squad. he was still freaking out about the upcoming kiss and they all supported him and didnt rile him up or anything.
- right before their scene he went up to josefine and went: josefine, i’m stressing out so much, what should i do?
she went: oh noooooooo, come here!!!
she completely understood, after her first kiss scene she screamed: I CHEATED!!!
- they only had to film it twice.
- he was asked how he felt about people saying the season had its limitations because they couldnt show kiss scenes. he said he thinks kiss scenes arent always necessary to show people love each other.

anon: Feyre And Rhys making out/starting to undress and the inner circle walking in on them? 😭

As soon as she scented Rhys nearing the townhouses, Feyre bolted from her room where she was anxiously awaiting his return. She dashed up the stairs and followed the tug on her rib to the roof. When she got there, she found him straightening out his dark clothes and quietly surveying Velaris from above. Her steps were silent as she snuck up to him. She covered his eyes with her hands and whispered, “Guess who?” 

He turned around abruptly and snatched her wrists. A broad grin broke out over his face and she felt herself flush with happiness. Her mate, finally home

He scooper her up in his arms and nuzzled his face into her neck. “I’ve missed you.”

“I think I’ve missed you more,” she smiled. Even after only a week, she was craving his touch. The feeling of his strong hands holding her wrists lit a fire inside of her, and she turned her head to kiss his cheek. He pulled back and her lips made their way from his cheek to his mouth. She hesitated a bit before their lips connected, and it felt as though pure electricity was crackling between them. He growled softly and captured her bottom lip with his teeth. She groaned a bit and finally their lips connected, Rhys’s tongue slipping in to join her own. He was still holding her wrists and he brought them above her head, continuing to kiss her as he pushed her back against the brick chimney. Feyre smiled against his mouth and arched her body, hoping to push this in the direction she hoped it was headed. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, Rhys released one of her wrists and trailed his hand down her body. His thumb barely grazed the underside of her breast and she felt the ache begin to build in her core. He reached the hem of her shirt and tugged it up a bit, questioning whether she wished to shed it. Take it off she practically shouted down the bond. She felt his midnight voice respond, My pleasure. He peeled the shirt off and a pleased smile spread over his features when he saw she was bare underneath. He gazed at her for a few moments before she became impatient. 

“Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to do something?” she demanded from him. He chuckled and pressed his lips to hers again. He brought his hand up to her chest and palmed her breast, slowly toying with her nipple between his fingers. She moaned into his mouth, relishing the feeling of his touch that she had been missing. Suddenly she couldn’t take the absence of his skin on hers and she ripped his tunic off, leaving his upper body as bare as hers. 

They were all hands and lips and tongues as they welcomed each other back. Feyre noticed that she had already left marks on him, little bruises and bites over his neck and shoulder. You’re mine, she whispered down the bond. 

Yours. Til the– 

Both of their heads snapped over to the door as they heard laughter booming and feet pounding up the stairs. They looked to each other in alarm and began searching for their shirts that they had tossed in random directions in their hurry. When the door opened, Feyre hid behind Rhysand, pressing her front to his back in an effort to conceal herself, and smiled broadly, trying to fight off the blush forming on her cheeks. 

“Rhys! You’re ba–” Cassian noticed Rhys’s bare chest and Feyre hiding behind him. “You’re back and busy.” 

“Getting a nice welcome, huh cousin?” Mor teased. Nesta, Azriel, Elain, and Lucien were following behind them and all climbed up to the roof. Azriel smirked and turned away. Feyre was grateful for his modesty, but wished the rest of her friends would do the same. A fool’s wish. 

Nesta rolled her eyes at her and Feyre shot a glare back. Elain simply giggled…which then turned into an all out laugh. 

“I guess we’ll leave you two,” Lucien said turning away and the rest of the clan followed. Then Lucien turned his head back and called out, “But maybe a bed would be better next time? Just a thought!” 

Feyre rolled her eyes and turned her head to sneak a peek at her mate’s face. 

He was just as red as she was as he said, “Well, I doubt we’ll live that down for a few hundred years.” 

She sighed. He was probably right. 

You're so dark • Shawn Mendes

Originally posted by mercyshawns

a/n: oh hey, totally didn’t see you there. This is just some good'old Shawn fluff (not smut, sorry if u see this in the smut tag) inspired by the song ‘You’re so dark’ by the Arctic Monkeys. Enjoy! also feedback is wholly appreciated!   ☼  ☼ 

MASTERLIST - Hey come and check out some of my other mildly average writing!


and you’re so mysterious / got that obsession with death / i saw you driving your prius / and even that was munster koach-esque / you watch italian horror and you listen to the scores / leather-clad and spike collar / i want you down on all fours / cause you’re so dark, babe - You’re so dark, Arctic Monkeys


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Children of the Sea

Since there’s demand for fluff stories, here’s something super fluffy. Nothing graphic, just cute mermaid people.

***

As far as academic careers went, Professor Gerhardt’s had been substantial, but hardly remarkable. As an undergraduate he’d helped to classify several new creatures in the genus Chrysaora. His paper on identifying the age of a herring using bones from its pectoral spines was considered a classic. When he retired from his teaching position at a university, he was rewarded with a little gold watch and a thank you card.

But where was the accolades? The Professor Gerhardt lecture theatre, the professor Gerhardt Award for Excellence in Marine Biology, the Professor Gerhardt museum wing?

Every day, the Professor would leave his cottage by the sea and walk along the beach, staring out at the undulating waves with the sense of awe which he had felt his whole life, but now it was tinged with a slight resentment.

I gave my life to you, he thought. And what have you ever given me?

One day, the ocean replied.

As the Professor turned back towards home after his morning walk he stopped dead in his tracks to avoid stepping on something dark, green and organic. For a fraction of a second he assumed it was some seaweed, but stooping down to take a closer look made his heart seem to stop beating in his chest.

It was small. Smaller than a newborn infant, but similarly formed. Two arms, to legs, two eyes. It’s leathery green skin and strange amphibian eyes suggested that it was not human. A sea creature, but one that belonged in myth and legend rather than reality. The Professor could almost see the future: the accolades, the notes in the history books, the name Gerhardt held in equal regard with Darwin or Goodall. He snatched the being into his arms eagerly.

It looked at him with soft, yellow eyes and gently grabbed his fingers. Intelligence burning burned across its face. The Professor smiled. The visions of academic success seemed to fade.

“I think I will call you Bert. It was my brother’s name.”

***

Bert studied the numbers on the chalk board carefully, clasping a well worn nub of chalk between his webbed fingers. His digits were clearly not meant for dexterous work like writing, and at a little over four feet tall he had to use a stool to reach up high, but Bert managed anyway. He often liked to spend time in the Professor’s study in the early mornings. It was full of an assortment of medical devices and scanners that the professor had acquired over the past ten years, occasionally from nefarious sources. It was also full of books on every subject a keen mind could wish to learn. This morning, he was playing around with some advanced mathematics.

“You need to subtract the polynomials.”

Bert whirled around and glared at the professor, who shuffled into the room with his morning cup of tea.

“I told you not to give me hints!” he whined. The Professor just chuckled and handed Bert a thermometer. This made his young ward groan even louder.

“Do you really need to take my temperature all the time? You scan me and record just about every bodily function I have, and I don’t believe for one moment you intend to actually publish any of it. Why do you still do it?”

“Bert,” the Professor said, peering at the small creature over his teacup. “You are a being utterly unknown to science, the only one of your kind. You are also a secret known only to me. If you get sick or injured, the only way I am going to know how to treat you is if I have data to work with. Otherwise, your biology is a mystery. So pop in your thermometer.”

Bert sighed but obliged, returning to his sums with the thermometer sticking out of his mouth. When the allotted time was up, he lazily handed it over to the professor and kept working. Gerhardt took out a chart and noted down the figures with a tut.

“Your temperature is very high for this time of year. You’ve only just come out of your hibernation cycle, I don’t understand it. Are you feeling well?”

“Of course. I feel full of energy. In fact I think I will go our for a swim,” Bert said, stepping away from his work. With his spare hand he absent mindedly rubbed his midriff.

“Very well, just be careful. And be back by midday. I’ve found your favourite brand of tuna, I thought I’d make a casserole,” the Professor smiled. He wistfully watched his strange ward breeze out of his little cottage home. Bert was only ten years old, but clearly his biology ran faster than a human’s. He was mature. He needed his guardian less and less. He was all grown up.

**

Bert breathed in a lungful of fresh sea air as he walking along the coast, the sea caressing his ankles as the tides pulled in and out. At least he thought it was a lungful. Whether or not he had lungs was still up for debate.

He winced his eyes closed and began to unbutton his shirt as quickly as he could. What was this? Since he’d got up that morning, the area around his navel had felt like it was on fire. It was as if every feather touch or gust of wind burned. The professor was always mentioning Bert’s bellybutton, saying how surprised he was that a seemingly amphibious creature even had one.

“Well I wish I didn’t have one right now,” Bert grumbled, kicking at the sand. The waistband of his pants was starting to be just as irritating, so he stepped out of them. It was something he did often when Gerhardt wasnt around and he wanted to go swimming. It wasn’t as if he had external genetalia, and there was nobody around to see anyway.

Bert was just folding up his clothes into a neat bundle when he froze. He forgot to breathe. Every muscle in his body tensed. There, out in the sand, was a mirror image of himself. Except it wasnt’ a mirror image. This being was formed like him, but its skin was paler. Its face was rounder. And it looked terrified. Before he had time to process what he was seeing, the other creature had swivelled in the sand and broken into a wild run towards the sea.

Bert pursued. He pushed every ounce of strength into his limbs to catch up with the creature, and tackled it to the ground in the shallow waters before it could swim out to sea. Everything was foam and spray and splashes for a moment, until he had the creature pinned down in the water.

“Don’t hurt me!” it gasped. Immediately Bert loosened his grip and sat back, freeing the creature.

“I’m not going to hurt you. Please, I’ve searched my whole life for somebody else like me. I’ve only talked to one person in my whole life, a human man who raised me. So I need to talk to you.”

The creature’s golden eyes widened and it sat up, studying Bert’s face with wonder.

“You… live with human?”

“Yes. The Professor. He’s sort of my father.”

The creature’ tilted its head, clearly deep in thought. It was slightly smaller than Bert. He’d thought that he was a weakling compared to the Professor and all the humans he saw from a distance, but this creature was even more waiflike. They were clearly the same species, but it was more willowy. Perhaps it was younger than him. It spoke hesitantly, as if it was not used to speaking English and having conversations.

“I was live with human. In freak show. They not talk to me much. But I escape. Have almost wish I was back in freak show. So hungry and cold and lonely.”

“I’m sorry.” Bert tried to give a reassuring smile, but the creature just stared. Perhaps it didn’t understand what a smile meant. “Have you ever seen anyone else like us?”

“Once. Perhaps one, two months ago. He not like you. Not speak. Grab me and…” It’s voice cracked and it wrapped its arms around itself. “I fight him away, tell him no, but he was inside me for a moment. I still feel it in my sleep.”

Bert’s face slackened in realisation. She was female. Of course. Female, and… he found his gaze dropping to look at her form with interest. He couldn’t immediately see how she differed from him. He snapped his eyes away – it was probably rude to stare. That, and it was making the strange sensation in his midriff begin to pound.

“I’m so sorry that happened. You should come with me. The Professor will look after you. He can give you a safe bed and a good meal. Tuna casserole! You’ll be safe with him.”

“You are nice. What is name?”

“Oh… uh. Bert. What’s yours?”

“They call me Mermaid. At freak show. Which I think is silly, because mermaid have fish tail and not real and beautiful. I have legs and am real, and ugly.”

Bert could have burst into laughter. Ugly, her? She was the image of beauty. Bright, sparkling eyes, a soft and dainty voice, delightfully puckered gils, a coppery green complexion. Anyone who thought her ugly couldn’t see. He clutched at his navel to try to numb the almost overwhelming throbbing sensation that he felt.

“You’re not ugly,” Bert stammered. “You’re beautiful! Your eyes are beautiful, your lips are beautiful, your skin is beautiful, everything about you is…”

“You are in heat.”

“What?!”

Bert fell back into the water in surprise, causing an almighty splash. Mermaid laughed. Unsurprisingly, her laugh was as beautiful as the rest of her.

“Is a word I head a showman use. For a dog, but I think I feel it too sometimes. Perhaps every six months, for a few days. I think it is a need to mate. You can make it feel better like so…”

She walked over to Bert and sat behind him in the water, so that he was sat in between her legs. It was a comforting feeling having her pressing against his back, and Bert couldn’t help but relax under her touch. She rested her head on his shoulder, took his hands in hers and guided them towards his middle. There, she puppeted them into make gentle circular rubbing motions. Almost immediately, Bert felt his eyes glaze over and a wave of intense pleasure ripple through him.

“There, that feels better!” Mermaid giggled. Bert nodded, unable to think of the words to describe how good it felt. The soft lapping of the water around his middle somehow made it even better. He could have buckled in two with pleasure.

“Oh, look,” Mermaid said, sounding slightly apprehensive.

Bert frowned and looked down to Mermaid’s hands. There, coming out of his navel, was an appendage he had never seen before. It seemed to be extending from inside of him and growing by the instant, like a rubbery tube.

“You are different to me. I do not have that,” Mermaid said. “The other creature like us who hurt me… he had something like that. He put it in here.”

Mermaid pointed to her own navel. Except, Bert thought with growing realisation… they’re not navels at all, are they?

“I’m sorry… I don’t want you to have to look at me and remember that. I can put my clothes on.”

“Don’t be sorry. Is part of you,” Mermaid said with her light laugh, trying to shake off her dark thoughts. Bert noticed that her voice sounded a little muffled, as if she were trying to speak with food in her mouth. Now it was her turn to deliver a surprise. At first Bert thought she was sticking her tongue out, but this was clearly a different piece of biology altogether. It was a thin and dainty appendage which slipped from the roof of her mouth

“I… don’t have that,” he said with intense scientific curiosity. All the hours of studying marine biology with the professor made him scientifically intrigued, even in this very personal and intimate moment. What was the purpose of such an organ?

“No? It do this sometimes.” Mermaid said struggling to form her words as the organ descended from her mouth. “Normally when I am in heat. I am not right now, but looking at you makes me feel like I am?”

The aching in his midsection was starting again and Bert felt like no amount of rubbing it was going to alleviate the condition. He got to his feet and took a step backwards towards the beach.

“Perhaps you should leave. I know that my body wants me to do something to you, and I don’t want to do it against your will. Not like that other male did. We’ve only just met… I mean… I mean…”

Mermaid stood up too and studied Bert, pouting her lips a little as she weighed up the options of the situation. She took a deep breath.

“I trust you, Bert. I want you to be in me.”

In that moment, it was as if the conscious mind of Bert which enjoyed maths and walks on the beach shut down and some deep, primal urge took hold. A few minutes ago Bert hadn’t even known the nature of his own sexual organs, but now they seemed to guide him towards Mermaid’s body. He gently laid her down in the water, so engrossed that he didn’t stop to think how dainty and light she was. He climbed on top of her, belly to belly, and closed his eyes as he felt his strange new organ enter inside her. As he it  extend and grow inside of her, he smiled down at her face. She was shaking with pleasure. So was he.

“This is… so wonderful. But what is that thing in your mouth for?” he stammered, as the waves of pleasure throbbed through his body.

“Here,” Mermaid smiled, and she kissed him. It was a deep, long kiss. He felt Mermaid’s strange organ worm its way up inside of him, into his skull. With an unbearable firework burst of pleasure, the beach, the water, Mermaid and even his own body seemed to fade away. For an instant they were just two minds, connected so that they were one.

Mermaid’s mind spoke to him.

“Your babies are going to grow inside me. We will be a family.”

*******

More coming soon, I hope!

- The Fluffster

Top five worst Sonic Archie issues

So a while back me and @greenyvertekins​ talked a bit about our favorite Sonic Archie moments, I was thinking of doing a TOp five/top ten favorite Sonic archie issues but honestly the moments I and Greenyvertekis mentioned were pretty much my favorite/best issues. So if you want to read here! most of them are also from the best written arcs so …..

Then I thought, wouldn’t it be fun to do a top five WORST Sonic arche issues instead? :) (warning Im from the Netherlands so my English is bad, feel free to spell correct me!)

Number 05 Issue 172

Going pretty low in the list because despite this being one of  my least favorite issues it should be noted that this was the start from the comic getting better and better at this point, this ugly-face just was the blacksheep from that collection.

Not only was the cover a bad reminder that the comic was seen as bad-furry-romance-drama which I really hoped the comic wanted to distant itself from it, the entire issue is a sadlyalso  bad-furry-drama. It starts off with Amy Rose confronting Fiona Fox about the rumors that she heard from Tails that she is cheating on Sonic with Scourge, (the Green Edgy Sonic recolor) Now the story of Fiona Fox is a pretty sad one, she never had much of a character to begin with. She was first introduced as a robot in her child form to lure Tails into a trap. It turns out that Eggman based her off a real person: Fiona Fox who someway or another was left behind by Mighty and Sonic in Eggman’s prison and she manage to escape but stil holding a grudge and got angry at them for it, That is mostly what I remember her from in the past issues. From then on she would just be background character number 55 a freedom fighter with no dialog, the only times I sort of remember her was that she liked the idea of using guns, and that Sonic was afraid for Tails to be rejected by the too-old-for-you girl Fiona.Sonic wanted to talk to FIona about this issue and she mentions she still thinks SOnic is selfish for leaving her behind but that his sacrifice in issue 125 made her change her mind somewhat, That’s it. Now the weird story behind Fiona is that Karl Boilers planned to use her as a second-love interest for Sonic after Sonic broke up with Sally. Sonic was supposed to enter a relationship with Amy Rose shortly after the Sonic/Sally break up. (Keep in ind that Amy Rose back then was still 10 years old mentally at that time YIKES.) and Fiona for whatever reason was to become a rival to Amy for Sonic’s affections. Now Ken Penders apparently interfered with this idea and Karl and Ken changed it into…Fiona Fox becoming Sonic’s girlfriend instead…out of the blue….out of nowhere. At least with Amy you knew she had a crush on Sonic but with Fiona? why would Sonic ever enter a relationship with a girl he hardly interacted with and with a girl his best friend was crushing on? ..moving on various issues later and writer Karl Boilers and Ken Penders were no longer on board and new writer Ian Flyn entered into the picture it was by then far too late to clean up this mess and I could tell from the comic’s writing that Ian wasn’t sure what to do with Fiona, he tried to give her a more Sally-personality with a bad history but that felt tripped and forced. He knew he had to break the two characters off and he thought the best way to do that was to reveal that Fiona Fox became a bad-girl who fell in love with Scourge due to the events off Sonic 150 (dont worry that issue will be brought up later)

Not only did this came out of no where, it felt forced even if Fiona had no character it felt like she really was just a pawn of a writer not sure what to do with her. It also didnt help that the issue ends in a weird anticlimatic way  and in the next issue most of the characters dont even talk or seem to be phazed with Fiona’s betrayel and  Sonic would be slightly flirtatious with Sally and Amy in the next issue too, (Really Sonic you just got dumped.) The issues saving grace is a cute side story with Amy Rose and Julie Su training together and some decent/good art overall.

Number 04 Knuckles the Echidna issue 32

Yes Knuckles does count as part of the Sonic series, and if the list would be Knuckles comic focused this would have been number one. Not only was this the last issue of probably the most boring arc I ever read It also nailed the coffin on the Knuckles series as it was canned after this issue. It introduced two very uncreative very Un-SegaSonic like characters: Monk and Hunter whose design and motivations are as generic as you can imagine. Ken Penders tries to make you feel for the Monk-character but I dont think anyone was convinced. I own this issue as well and HONESTLY I forgot I even read this issue as a child it was that forgettable, even in my Knucklesfangirl phase as soon as I finished reading the last 3 issues I forgot about it, It also doesnt help that the covers while nicely drawn by Galan were cluttered and too busy, Ken Penders did the book’s art and while he did a perfect job drawing Hunter his cartoon characters were always off-model and the way he draws large mangaeyes didn’t look well. In other words the art wasnt good either.

I only remember these issues  because of @hedgehogscantswim​ review, which I suggest you guys read into as they go into much greater depth on their blog on the flaws of the art, the character designs of Monk and Hunter and the overall big problem the last issue has.  

Number 3 Sonic issue 134

Oh Yeah let’s talk about the big one, let’s talk about the issue that caused many Sonic fans to drop the comic, lets talk about the issue that split the fanbase in half and what made the Sonic-Archie comics the laughing stock of Sonic spin offs for years to come until Ian Flyn joined and the much later soft-Reboot. If the Sally/Sonic/Mina love drama didn’t convince people that the comic had badfurryromance drama this issue sure did.

Sonic sacrificed himself in issue 125 to save the world,  but was transported to a different planet cause science, he survived and had space adventures with Aliens, met up with Tails parents somehow…(Really those issues are all a blur too me at this point.) he came back to Mobuis only to discover a year has passed since then, he reunites with his nowwithlonghair girlfriend Sally and by issue 125, Sally makes it clear to Sonic that she wants him by his side as she is sort-of forced by her parents to no longer be on the battle field. However Sonic cant possibly do that, he is the hero after all, he cant be tied down Sally clearry suffering from trauma after Sonic’s death begs him to stay by her side, Sonic  tearfully tells her he can’t and Sally takes Sonic’s rejection pretty well and says that she knows being a hero is in Sonic’s blood and decides to reject her parents wishes and join her boyfriend and the rest of her friends on the battle field.

No wait Never mind, she SLAPS him across the face and calls him Selfish and breaks up with him afterwards.

Not only did this issue came in the worst possible time when the Sonally/Sonamy ship wars was rampant in the Online Sonic fandom communities. The motivation and reason for Karl Boilers to do this was in such a bad taste as well. Karl who MOST Likely was aware of the growing popularity of the Sonamy ship and the hatred the sonamy fanbase had for Sally, from people calling her a marry sue, a slut because her lack of pants, ugly due to her brown color sceme, and other funny-horrible things because shipping is serious business, Probably wanted to win and be favored by a part of the Sonic fan base and had outlined plans to have Sonic and Amy Rose become an official couple in the comics. (Even if Karl wrote Amy Rose as a 10 year old mentally girl with a body of a 12 year old together with a 17 year old teen Sonic.) They had to become a couple. How to do this you ask? by breaking Sonic/Sally up and portraying  Sally out to be a selfish cunt of a woman, not only was this so disgustingly out of character and a slap to the face to the sonally and Sally fans, it was all to make the fans to transaction to the idea of Sonamy instead. It didnt help Sally’s position in the fanbase and she along with Chris and Elise would be among the list of the most hated characters where extreme Sonamy fanbrats now had valid proof on their side.It would take years for Sally to recover. To add insult to injury the only nice thing about the issue is the introduction of new artist John Gray (whose animish-cartoondisneyish style was colorful, pleasant and very pleasing to the eye! was more then needed at that time since the art quality standards was low back then. )John has stated he did NOT like working on this issue either due to the content and story. I am so thankful that Sally has been much better written for years now.

Number 02 Sonic Super Special issue 07 Crossover with Image Comics

Where to start with this, oh boy oh boy. I put this very high on the list because this has to be one of the worst crossovers spin ofss I have ever had the pleasure of reading. and I mean that the Powerrangers/TMNT crossover was more enjoybale that this mess. This is also very high on the list not only because the art was below average and many characters were off models but Mister Ken Penders used this crossover special to shoehorn his own ‘’characters’ from his comic book series the Lost Ones. (who btw got canned after only volume 01) his characters got the most attention out of everyone else. A image-comics with Sonic crossover already sounds sort of weird and silly but hey I am Spawn fangirl, I am intrigued. But I dont even get that.

(oh wait, this is fucking it, Spawn appears for about a page to say no to Sonic and then leaves thats it??) FOR FUCK SAKE….

Honestly @robotnikholmescomicblog​ gave this comic a great review and I suggest going to their tag of Ken-Penders-Why as they bring out most of the flaws of Ken Penders writing and they said it better then I ever will.

Overall the issue is just a mess, with shallowcheap cameos of image characters, Sonic and the freedom fighters being DICKS to most of the human characters for no reason, a very anti climatic ending and a giant commercial for Ken Penders doomed and boring characters that nobody gave a dam about) characters that he planned to use in ‘’The Lost ones’’ and Knuckles 20 years later. With a character hinting to become Knuckles’s greatest enemy yet with a very ugly boring design that could rivals Hunter. (btw none of these concepts go anywhere, Lost Ones was canned, and Knuckles 20 years later didnt come in fruition the way Ken Penders wanted.)

and number 5, worst issue Sonic issue 150


This is my most least favorite issues up to date and why you might ask

well for one thing the art is okay, I give it that but it doesnt even start with Sonic,

no we get a quick-reveal  of AntiSonic pretending to be the real Sonic flirting with all the girls in knothole

We get uncomfortable panels of Mina Mongoose almost cheating on her boyfriend with Sonic, Sonic and Bunnie making out and falling asleep next together, Sonic being creepy at Amy ect and none of the girls seem to realize that this is obvious not the real Sonic but ANti-Sonic. Everbody fails to notice that Sonic is  trying to flirt with all the girls he gets his eyes on. Only Tails seems to quistion it. Shows how much his own friends seem to know him. Or his own freaking family. The real Sonic is stuck in anti-mobuis and is busy trying to convince them that he is not AntiSonic, it’s very boring and dull. Also since the real Ant was stuck in anti Mobuis couldn’t he have tried to come back to his own world with Sonic? I dont know that just confused the heck out of me, The extra side story also doesn’t help, Its the conclusion to TailS ‘’the Chosen One’’ which was,,,pretty lame too with bland-art, and has the unfortunate of introducing the fanbase to the still-hilarious Titan Tails


(OHfuckmethat’sstupid.)

So the stories are stupid, the art is okay and lame. Why is it so high on the list?

It’s THE 150 anniversary issue and this is how Karl and Ken apparently wanted to celebrate it? It also doesn’t help that the cover is really underwhelming and boring compared to the 125th issue but that’s it’s least of its problems. A short while later Ian Flyn and Tracey joined the team and Ken and Karl left. For the better. But talk about a lame way to celebrate a 150th milestone. What a waste. 

Lance as a womanizer and keith as his poor roommate AU:
  • they’ve been friends for awhile, its just keith decides to move in with him only because his previous roommate was just engaged and getting ready to move in with their lover so he makes up his mind to move in with lance.
  • lance the womanizer, lance who is actually smooth with the ladies, lance, who is usually bringing home girls every night or so
  • and poor keith is forced to sleep through nights of loud sex and creaking springs, keeping it low key and quiet so he won’t scare the girls away.
    • but some nights its funny bc when the girl’s thoroughly unimpressed, keith doesn’t hold back from laughing. 
    • Theres one night where one of them just goes “are you even trying” and keith is dying. Lance punches the wall to get him to stop, annoyed, but it alerts the girl. She’s just finding out there’s someone else in his apartment which prompts her to just pack up and go.
  • some nights he gets girls who are bored by him but other nights he gets girls who are so clingy it’s hard to kick them out of his apartment by the afternoon
  • one morning, lance is sharing breakfast with another clingy girl who claims she loves him until Keith walks in with a bag of groceries and the girl is convinced that lance has been cheating on him with her this entire time. 
    • Desperate to get rid of this girl, lance rushes to kiss keith and go “Pookie, you’re home!” And poor keith is utterly confused (bc wtf is a pookie) but lance whispers for him to play along
    • so the girl is now violently sobbing and yelling at lance for cheating on keith, heartbroken, apologizing to keith all the while. She leaves.
  • and thats when lance gets the idea to use keith as his “fake fiance” to scare away his clingy one night stand girls
    • and Keith’s def cool with it he’s just like “sounds gay I’m in”
  • and they get into it. They have way too much fun with it. They act out popular scenes from popular romance movies. 
    • (e.g. keith walks in on a girl making coffee for lance and just yells at him “HOW COULD YOU I WROTE YOU 365 LETTERS. I WROTE YOU EVERYDAY FOR A YEAR. IT WASNT OVER…IT STILL ISNT OVER.” And after the girl shoots lance a disgusted look and leaves without hesitation, keith and lance give each other a high five. “Nice! Notebook?” “Yeah allura made me watch that with her like 7 times”
  • and then they bond and stuff
  • they see sides of each other they’ve never known about before
  • keiths seeing lance as not just this ladies man but as this lovable dork who’s into such geeky stuff like they even go to a con together cosplaying zuko and sokka only bc lance forces him and the rest of the gang to
  • and they’re falling in love but not quite
  • and one night keith is just so curious. Like this guy is just so geeky but smooth with the ladies at the same time
  • what kind of moves does he even use on girls to get them to go home with him
  • he asks lance
  • and lance is smirking, “here i’ll show you.”
    • he asks keith to pretend he’s the girl and lance walks up to him, getting into character
    • hes pretending to adjust his fake tie before he pulls a british accent and says “forgive me but might i just note your retina receptacles are quite stunning-”
    • keith doesnt hear the rest of his line because he’s snort-laughing,”you’re joking, these pick up lines are so unbeliev-”
    • “-ably successful! see, girls fall for the adorable cheesy stuff. the more cheesy it is, the more it makes them laugh and look at you in a different light. you gotta show them adorable stuff, none of them fall for any arrogant, self-serving jerks”
  • and he pulls out his other acts claiming each and every one of them has worked on every single girl he has tried it on:
    • like rushing to a girl with a map in his hands, out of breath, frantically pointing at the map, panting, “help can you show me where I am because i think i just got lost in your eyes”
    • or stuttering and dropping index cards filled with other cheesy pickup lines and blushing furiously
    • and the list goes on
    • he mentions picking up girls in different settings like at museums and how he’ll pretend to be a tourist who cant speak english so he’ll piece together random words he remembers learning from his hs latin class hoping he’ll sound romantic enough; he nears closer to keith and whispers in his ear the days of the week in latin and keith, knowing what those words mean since he took the same fucking latin class with lance, seriously has to step away and hide his flustered face and rethink his whole life bc theres no fucking way monday through sunday should sound so sexy but it does.
  • and they continue like this late into the night with lance showing keith his other moves until its 3 AM and they’re kissing. There’s no way all those pickup lines should have worked on him, but it had.
It’s Complicated: Part One

                                        “ITS COMPLICATED”

SUMMARY: Shorter than most, your frame had shown a curve much different than a Natasha Romanoff or Wanda Maximoff, glasses along your ears to match. Hired on as an assistant to the avengers - dealing mostly with the technology side, you werent keen on being surrounded by them. It wasnt until you realized, the moment you met Bucky Barnes - you knew your life was now going to become complicated, falling for a man you knew in your heart could never fall for a girl like you.

Notes: Loved writing this, the girl is so much like me omg haha. Sexual tension, humor. Slight swearing.

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sunburntkeith  asked:

Keith or shiro? :)

seeing as i just did keith lets talk shiro:

first impression: oH BOY IM SO SORRY I REALLY AM….I…i was such a Fool…but at first i didnt like shiro, and through literally no fault of his own. I was just like 300% convinced the galra had let him escape and were using him as a sleeper agent and i just,,, did not want to get Attached and be hurt like that. in terms of personality i was also wayyy off caus i thought he was stoic and harsh and a tough love kind of leader. also everything id seen other people say about him before watching made him out to be the Greatest Thing and i was like “theres no way. he cant be that good, no one can be that good” but he is. he is that good and i would die for him 

impression now: MY FAVORITE,,, i love him,,, hes perfect,,, also like keith i was really happy that he was a lot softer than i thought hed be. its not like he coddles his team, but he is always very attentive to their needs, and tries his best to help everyone else get by even when arguably he’s the one struggling with his trauma the most–helping pidge cope with the loss of her family, reassuring hunk that they’ll save shay, complimenting lance to boost his confidence, telling the princess to get some rest even when hes so exhausted himself, comforting keith and checking in with him during the whole galra thing, ect. i also think that he’s a curiously private kind of person. the first episode of season 2 makes it pretty clear to me that a lot of his leader persona is just a front that he keeps up in front of the others, because when he’s with keith he acts very different. he also doesnt talk about his family–ever?? or missing earth, despite being gone for a year?? i think hes the kind of person who other people tell their life story and he gives you advice and listens attentively, but his own feelings often get suppressed and bottle up until they burst (hello crystal venom and kuro)

favorite moment: i talked about this already with keith but the part in bom where shiro sees keith’s hologram of him. it’s like keith’s soul is literally right out there on display and shiro is furious to see his friend hurt like this, to see his image used to kill keith–becuase he does scream that it’s killing him, and then the way shiro runs in to save him, becuase like hell is he going to let the galra use him to murder his closest friend 

idea for a story: i really like the idea that hes trapped in an alternate universe after Blackout. preferably one where he isnt chosen for the trip to kerberos, and he has a nice comfy life ahead of him–none of the physical or emotional pain that came with his mission. bonus points if hes in a happy relationship with keith and they both have their dream jobs and basically shiro is living the perfect life but he realizes if he wants to save the team voltron in his universe then he needs to give all that up. ive seen a bunch of people write or draw for this idea already, but i still love it. shiro is probably haunted daily by all the what if’s and i think confronting that–facing that reality and walking away from it–would be really good catharsis and closure for kerberos. 

unpopular opinion: i think the space dad thing was taken a little too far. people need to realize that hes not actually the other paladins’ dad, and that he’s someone younger who’s been forced to act older becuase of the situation hes in, as his summary on the official site says. anyway, i think its kinda sad when people get so wrapped up in the space dad thing that they dont let shiro really be part of the team so much as someone chaperoning the team. he makes the silly laser gun sounds. he gets really into the “snowball” (space spore?) fight. hes been through so much already and its so obviously aged him, i think he deserves some downtime to have fun with his friends (and shouldnt be required to micromanage everyone else’s emotional needs 24/7) 

favorite relationship: long answer: see keith. short answer: sheith is the sun and stars and just so very good and i am 100% here for it. i like how soft and careful they always are with each other and i really wanna unlock that hidden backstory 

favorite headcanon: i know hes like the garrison golden boy, but i also like to think he wasnt a complete stickler for rules and liked to have fun. maybe the red hoverbike was even his and he used to take keith out on late night runs into town when he was stressed out. also, a lot sadder, but: i headcanon he met keith’s dad in space prison and fought him in the arena 

The feels……the episode wasnt perfect…. too much Iruka in my opinion. I wanted to see a little more about the rest of the characters. especially SS since Pierrot have been neglecting them like crazy. But hey,…. I didnt have high hopes anyways. Though personally I think their little moment was cute. The hack giving  the letter to her of all people (naruto or kakashi) was a nice touch. He does care a lot about her. He knows shell be a little down because of his absence. SMOOTH SASUKE SMOOTH!!!! Even though the moment is little… ohhh this ship still makes me fangirl so much after years and years. The rest of the characters moments were nice too. And to think about all Naruto went through as well. and what he has now makes me so happy. What a ride we all ss comrads had? right….. its been an amazing journey!! Im so happy to be part of this Fandom! We fangirl/boy together… we learned and we felt and we cried and we lauphs.. made friends along the way… bittersweet ending for a part of my life very dear to me. Thank you Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura.. Thank you Kishimoto! and thank all of you too!  A new begining now!! Im so exited! Hope we continue to share moments together! (Im still wondering if they will animate gaiden… hope they do lol) hugs and cookies to everyone!!!! Lets do this Dattebasa!!!!! 

Homecoming

Type: One shot | Imagine about Grayson
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2,728
Enjoy!

The school year started out just like any other year. The only difference was that we were seniors and we would soon be out of school. Its not that I hated school it was mainly the people that I hated. People were always in your business no matter what you were doing. Of course Grayson and I was still a big topic for gossip. Where we broken up? Where we together? I knew what was going on between us but that didn’t mean everyone else needed to know. I always tried to keep my personal life personal, it was no ones business but ours. It was the first day our senior year and of course I was running late. I parked my car and finally made it into the building. I went straight to home room to get my schedule and to hear them talking about the new school year. I sat in the back just waiting for my name to be called. Once my named was call I left the room, finding my locker quickly.

“There she is” Grayson smiled as he walked towards me.

“There he is” I looked at him.

He wrapped his arms around me bring me close to him. I stood on my tippy toes as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He leaned down slightly peeking my lips, I smiled against his. He let me go as he leaned against the lockers.

“You always look so cute” I smiled as I opened my locker.

“You do too baby” he smirked.

“I didn’t even try to day” I admitted
“You don’t have to try, you are beautiful no matter what” he leaned over kissing my cheek.

“OH so you two are still together” Carrie said.

“Go away Carrie” Grayson rolled his eyes.

“Don’t pay her attention Gray” I grabbed his hand as I shut my locker.

He intertwined our fingers together as we walked down the hallway. We made it to my first class of the day, he leaned against the wall. He gently pulled me to him wrapping his arms around me. I rested my hand against his chest as I looked up at him. He placed his hand against my chin as he looked down at me. I gently leaned up allowing my lips to touch his, softly kissing him. He smiled into the kiss as he pulled me a little tighter to him. Of course the warning bell rung making us both jump. I moved away from him and went into my class as he walked off to get to his class. We didn’t see each other again until lunch time.

“Hey beautiful” he said as he walked up to me.

“Hey babe” I smiled.

“Want to eat lunch outside?” he asked.

“Sure” I walked outside, placing my lunch down on the table.

He sat down next to me placing his lunch on the table. He placed his arm around my waist as we started to eat. I would look over at him from time to time. I could see his smile grow on his face as he caught me looking at him. We just started talking about how summer went, well what we did when we weren’t together. Unfortunately​ the bell rung and we had to part ways, I stood up from the table. He threw our trash away reaching back for my hand, I placed my hand into his.

“You don’t have to walk me to my class” I said.

“I want to” he squeezed my hand slightly.

“Thank you” I walked with him.

“But I have a better idea” he enter a doorway pulling me with him.

“Gray” I laughed as I followed him.

We ran upstairs as we went onto the roof. He kept his grip onto my hand as we looked over the edge. I sat down on the edge allowing my legs to dangle over, he sat down next to me. We ended up staying up there until we saw everyone leave school. The first few weeks of school seemed to drag by but of course that was just how school was. It was pouring outside, I wasnt feeling good but I pulled myself out of the bed. I got ready for the day but it was a struggle. I ended up tripping down the last few steps, spilled juice all over me. I wanted to go back to bed and try again, but I didn’t, I just changed my shirt and I was out the door. Of course the worst day continued as I got to my car and noticed it had a flat. I got a ride with my mom and I rushed into the school just to see Grayson talking to another girl. Everything that just had happened was erased as I felt my heart break right in front of me.

“Grayson?” I said.

I guess the girl gave him a warning as he turned, seeing me standing at the door. I was too far away from him that he couldn’t hear me call his name. He rushed over to where I was but I wasn’t haven’t any of it. I didn’t have issues with him being friends with girls but it seemed like he was flirting with her. He tried to grab my hand, but I pulled away, going to my locker.

“Hey, ” he followed me.

“Save it Gray” I said as I grabbed my books slamming my locker.

“It’s not what it looks like” he followed me.

“Just stop Grayson” I turned to look at him holding back the tears.

“No, don’t, ” he placed his hand on my cheek.

I rested my face against his hand before pulling away. The tears slipped onto my cheek as I walked away from him. I went straight into my class sitting in my seat. Just sinking into my seat as I didn’t want to be seen or bothered. After first period I just wanted to disappear, I knew he would be waiting for me. I made it out of the class but he wasn’t standing there, I went to my locker. I switched out my books placing them into my bag. I saw that the sun was peeking through the clouds so I decided to disappear. I made my way back onto the roof, I haven’t been up here since the first day of school. I placed my bag down on the ground as I walked over to the edge of the building. I sat down on the edge allowing my feet to dangle over. I stayed up on the roof for a little while cleaning my mind the best way I could. I stood up taking in the scene, it had turned into a pretty nice day.

“Im sorry” he said as he stood behind me.

“Gray?” I asked as I turned around noticing it was him.

“It wasn’t what it looked like” he said.

“You had your arm around her, what else am I supposed to think?” I asked.

“I was leaning against the wall waiting for you, she just came up” he said.

“I don’t know” I looked away.

“Im sorry” he moved closer to me placing his hand on my cheek. “I love you and only you” he titled my chin up.

“I love you Grayson” I fought back the tears.

“Baby” he whipped away my tears before warping his arms around me.

“It’s been a bad day” I sighed as I started to cry against him.

“I got you, ” he rubbed my back calming me down.

I finally wrapped my arms around him, staying close to him. I calmed down in his arms, I knew we needed to get back to class. He walked me to my next class, pushing me gently against the wall. He tilted my chin up kissing me softly, resting his forehead against mine. I smiled as I felt his lips against mine, I knew our love was strong. He finally pulled away from me as he walked to his class, I went straight into my class. Thankfully, it was my last class of the day, once that bell rung I was out the classroom. They were putting up signs for homecoming, I wasn’t sure what the Grayson’s plans were. I walked down the hallway as he came up beside me grabbing my hand. He rubbed his thumb against my hand as we left the school, going to his car.

“Can I ask you something?” I asked.

“Sure, ” he got into the car with me.

“Are we going to homecoming?” I asked.

“That’s for me to ask you, ” he looked at me.

“Well?” I questioned.

“You have to wait and see, ” he smiled.

“I know that look” I laughed slightly.

“Then you know something good coming, ” he started the car.

He dropped me off at my house, I got into the door before he drove away. I went straight upstairs to start on my homework, which I didn’t have much to do. I took a hot relaxing bath and once I got out I heard something outside. I quickly got dressed and went to my window. Grayson was on my roof of my back porch, that came straight under my window. I had no idea how he got up there but I didn’t want to question it either. I opened my window and went out to where he was at. I sat next to him as he placed his arms around me, we sat there watching the sunset. I laid back as the stars starting to peek through. He laid back as we watched the stars, nothing that happened earlier that day seemed to matter.

“I love our peaceful moments” he said.

“Yeah​, no fuss about movies or parties just us” I smiled.

“I love you” he moved slightly to kiss my cheek.

“I love you” I said.

I guess we fell asleep on the roof because we both woke up together. I invited him inside the house, he always had a stash of clothes in my room. Just for moments like this. He took a quick shower as I got ready for school, he was quickly dressed after the shower. We left the house and got breakfast on our way to school. We wasn’t late but we didn’t want to chance it as we rushed into the school.

“I have something I need to do, but Ill see you at the prep rally?” he asked.

“Sure” I nodded as he kissed my cheek.

I went on with my day as if nothing was going on. It was weird not to have Grayson by my side throughout the day but I managed. I sat with my friends durning lunch and caught up with them. Right after lunch was when the prep rally was going to happen. We made our way to the gym and I sat with my friends as everyone filled the room.

“Where is Gray?” Allison asked.

“I’m not sure he said he would meet me here” I nodded.

The pep rally started as a normal prep rally started. They had the cheer team, dance team and step team all perform. There were still no signs of Grayson and I started to worry. It wasn’t until towards the end of the pep rally when I saw Grayson walk out. He stood in the middle of the gym, taking the mic as I could tell he was nervous.

“Hey everyone!” he said into the mic

Ethan ran up to me grabbing my hands pulling me into the center with Grayson.

“Aren’t these guys the cutest?” Ethan asked into the mic.

“So I wanted to do something special for my love, ” he wrapped his arms around me. “So guys go for it, ” he said.

Everyone started turning over cards that spit something out. I looked around at first confused but soon I realized what it had said. ‘Will you go to homecoming with me?’ it read. I turned back around to find Grayson on his knee holding a rose in his hand.

“So will you?” he asked.

“Of course, ” I took the rose from his hand as he stood up. He wrapped his arms around me as I leaned up to kiss him softly. I never expected any of this, I just thought he would ask me to homecoming. We walked out of the gym, his arms still around me. Now I knew I had to get a dress for homecoming even though it was short notice. Grayson took me to the mall later on that day so I could try on dressed. I found the perfect dress that I knew would make him speechless . I purchased the dress as they placed it in a white bag so he couldn’t see. He was just standing outside the store waiting since he didn’t want to ruin the surprise. I dropped the dress off at home before we went to the foot ball game that night. Thankfully the next day was a Saturday because Friday night was a long one. It was homecoming night, and I wanted everything perfect. I curled my hair, did my makeup and nails before putting my dress on. I slipped on my shoes as I looked at myself in the mirror.

“Grayson is here” my mom called out.

I took a deep breath in before making my way downstairs. The smile on Grayson’s face grew bigger as he saw me. He reached for my hand as my mom wanted to take pictures. I stood next to him as she snapped a few pictures of us. I followed him out to his car, he opened the door for me allowing me to get in.

“Might I say that you look beautiful” he said as he got into the car.

“You look handsome” I smiled.

We pulled off from my driveway and we were on our way. He parked the car and came over to my side, opened the door offering his hand to me. I grabbed his hand as I got out of the car. We walked into the school and it looked totally different, from what it did yesterday. Homecoming was in the gym and there was bunch of our classmates there. We went straight out to the dance floor, dancing together. We both wasn’t good at dancing but when it did come to slow dances we were master. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he rested his hands against my hips.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here” he said.

“Same, only with you” I said.

It seemed like we were dancing forever but we did stop and get punch once in a while. I looked down at my phone and I didn’t realize how long we were actually here. I took a seat as I allowed my feet to have a break, he sat down next to me. I sipped on my punch as I looked around at everyone. They announced the homecoming king and queen. He grabbed my hand leading me outside, I intertwined our fingers together. We walked back into the wood that was behind the school just to get away. He draped his jacket over my shoulders as he noticed that I was getting cold.

“Gray?” I asked.

“Yeah?” he stopped.

“What are we doing?” I questioned.

“Just wanted to get away, ” he admitted.

“Oh ok, it’s nice out here. Our kind of thing” I smiled.

“Yes, it is, plus I wanted to do something” he said.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Give you this, ” he pulled out a ring. “Not a marriage proposal just a promise ring that one day I will, ” he looked at me.

“Gray” I looked at him. “I would love to wear that ring” I said.

He slipped it on my finger, it was a perfect fit. We stayed out in the woods for a while before heading back home. He dropped me off at my apartment and it seemed like he drove away. By the time I got upstairs, he was sitting outside my window, I changed my clothes before going outside. We loved to watch the stars together, well, we loved spending time together. Tonight was special because it was our last homecoming and I got to spend it with him.

May ff prompt!!

TW: internalized acephobia

This is my first ff so it probably isn’t very good but I decided to try haha. Hope you like it! - H

Hugo Granger-Weasley was a hardworker. However, most of the time his hard work didn’t give the results he wanted.

On his first year at hogwarts he thought he’d be sorted in Gryffindor, just like his father, mother and sister. He had worked so hard on being brave too. He now slept without a light in his room and, after a few days of crying, he didn’t need his father to check under the bed anymore. But, as it seemed to happen often with him, his hard work didn’t lead to anything.
“Hufflepuff” shouted the sorting hat, and for a moment the world seemed to stop.
His parents told him it was alright and after a few days in his house, and with his cousin Teddy, he decided Hufflepuff was a great house to be in.

He did study. He really did, even more than Rose (which was hard), but somehow he always happened to get bad grades. His father said that it was alright, but he could also see the strained smile in his mother’s face when he brought the exam home. He studied even harder than before but, as it happened, his grades never went up. When he was told he had something called ‘dyslexia’ her mother seemed a bit relieved and told him he just had to work a little bit harder than the rest. He responded with the same strained smile she gave him so often, and didn’t tell her that he already did.

When he was thirteen Rose started a relationship with a girl called Laura. Hugo had been confused at first. He had always thought you had to be older to start liking people, but Laura was very nice, and the best part, Rose started being less grumpy with him. Unfortunately, Rose starting a relationship somehow meant he had to like people too. When all the Weasleys came to have dinner at home they asked if there was a girl he liked.
Hugo told his family that no, he didn’t like anyone, that was just weird.
“It’s alright if it’s a boy, dear”, his Aunt Ginny said with a small smile.
Hugo was even more confused and repeated that “no, really, I don’t like anyone. I do love herbology though“. And thankfully the subject changed to how Professor Longbottom was doing, and wasnt it weird he hadn’t married or had children? Hugo thought it didn’t sound strange at all…
After dinner Uncle Charlie approached him and told Hugo not to stress about liking people. He preferred dragons to boys and girls too. He winked at him like it was some inside joke. Hugo smiled, confused, but with a sense of happiness in his stomach.

As it turned out people his age did like other people. As more and more people started dating, more and more did people ask him why he rejected Martha and Dean. When he said he didn’t like anyone they told him something was wrong with him. He was worried they might be right so he tried, he tried so hard. He tried with girls, he tried with boys, and, as it always seemed to happen with him, the only thing that he got in return was a wave of guilt everytime he told them he couldn’t be with them anymore.

When he was 15 Lily Luna taught him all about LGBTQIA+ (he preferred saying MOGAI), and in the process he discovered two words that changed him forever. Aromantic asexual.

After a few weeks of finally feeling normal, not broken, good, he decided to tell his sister Rose. She reacted better than he expected, though she never really understood what it meant. But that was okay, she respected and accepted him and that was more than he thought he could have from her sister.

Hugo tried. He tried so hard to keep it secret from his parents but he was so bad at lying he spent the next month hoping that they’d never talk about dating to him. They didn’t until one Saturday morning.

Hugo was sitting at the kitchen table reading a herbology magazine while his mother prepared breakfast. It was quiet. Quiet in a relaxing way, the kind of silence you enjoy when you have no doubts in your head and no worries in your heart. The only sound braking it was the sound of pages turning and the pancakes turning.

Hugo was reading a very interesting article about the real reason mandrakes cry when his mother asked him a question.
“How is Sharon doing?”. Hugo stayed quiet for two heartbeats and decided he had to answer.
“We broke up two months ago, mum”.
“Again? This is the third person this year isn’t it? Why was it this time?” Hugo knew his mother wasn’t trying to be mean but the number made a pull of guilt start filling his chest. Did she really count the people he went out with?
“I couldn’t make her happy. She wanted things I couldn’t give her, ” he had decided a long time ago that the best kind of lies held truths within them.
Suddenly the pancakes stopped turning and he heard the sound of a chair scraping the floor. When he looked up his mother was sitting beside him, looking at him confused and concerned. The same look she had when he brought his first failed test home.
“Honey, what is it you want? I… Forgive me if I’m saying something wrong, but I think maybe you’re going out with these girls without really caring for them”. Hugo’s eyes opened like plates at the statement. She was so close. Hermione felt distressed when she saw the reaction on his son’s face. Had she been too harsh? “Hugo, I’m not saying you did wrong. I’m just concerned that maybe you’re not being honest with yourself. You’re such a nice and caring boy, you don’t have to date people if you don’t want to.”
She was being so earnest. Maybe… Maybe Hugo could tell his mother. Would it be another disappointment? Would she be angry? Sad? He has to at least try, right? And if it went wrong… Well, he wouldnt be surprised if trying didn’t work.
“Mum… I… I don’t want to date people. Ever. I just… I prefer friendship to partners. I prefer herbology to dating people. I don’t want to marry or have kids… I’m sorry mum.”
He looked at his hands. Behind them he could see a blurry image of a mandrake. Maybe if he screamed they would bury him in soil.
The silence that followed his statement was one of the worst silences he had ever experienced. He didn’t know how much time had passed, but every second he heard from the clock felt like an eternity.
“So… You’re like Charlie? But with herbology? Well at least you won’t have to go to Romania to get what you want. Really, why did he have to like dragons?”
Hugo knew he was gaping now. Even more embarrassing were the tears that were falling down his cheeks. He searched his mother’s face for disappointment but he only saw love and concern. Love.
“You… You don’t mind?”
“Well of course I’d love to see you married and with kids if I thought that’d make you happy. But if you’re anything like Charlie, (God you’re so much like Charlie how didn’t I see this before?) I suspect marrying isn’t what will make you smile the most. And God knows Neville doesn’t shut up about how you’re so good at herbology. I think I can convince him to lend you his greenhouse. Then you won’t have to go far, right? ”

Hugo smiled. He smiled so hard he thought his face would break. His mother was rambling and she only did that when she was talking about something that made her really happy, or really worried. He suspected it was the former.

“Mum… I love you. Thanks. I’m just… tired of trying to be something I’m not”.
Hermione hugged his son and kissed him on top of his lovely red hair.
“Honey, you don’t have to try. We love every part of you.”
And from that moment on, Hugo relaxed and stopped trying so hard.

what im weak for this week

SOOOOO i haven’t done one of these in almost a month! i think it’s high-time to get back on track again! hopefully i can come out with the next one on the 11th instead of a month later.

this is long. like srsly long. like wow. it took me an hour. i could’ve written a whole fic.

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First Imagine

|Thank you to everyone who said I should post an imagine, it not the best. I will try to get better, I promise. But this is just a quick little something I can up with, I would love if maybe you could tell me what I can do to get better. Tell me what you would like to see in a next imagine, again thank you!!|

Today was the Spiderman: Homecoming premier, y/n was really excited to see the movie. She has always been a big fan of Marvel and Spiderman. So when Sony announced that they would be coming together with Marvel to make the new Spiderman movie y/n was beyond excited.

Y/n looked at her phone for the time. 5:30. The Premier was at 7:00 and she would be leaving around 6:15 to get there in time but she could not wait any longer. Y/n was sitting in her beautiful red off the shoulder dress in the hotel loby waiting for the car that would take her to the premier to arrive. Y/n was on her phone stalking the star of Spiderman: Homecoming, Tom Holland, since the day they announced he would be playing Peter Parker/Spiderman y/n had “lightly” stalked him. She had a huge crush on the British star and was hoping well praying that she would get to meet him tonight.
“Y/n, the car is here.” Her manger Olivia said. Y/n got up with a huge smile on her face.
*skip drive*

Once they got to the premier y/n became a bit nervous but was excited to meet all the fans and see some of her friends here. The car pulled up to the red carpet, y/n got out and quickly people started screeming her name. With a smile she walked over to a coward of fans
“Hi!!” She said happily. Y/n took a couple photos with the fans and talked for a bit to them, then it was time for some interviews. Y/n went up to one girl in a short gold dress with long blonde hair. “Hello! Ms. y/n y/l” the interviewer said with a smile. After talking about the show y/n was on the interviewer said something about Tom and had all of y/n attention. “So I hear you have a big crush on Tom Holland who plays Peter Parker/Spiderman in Homecoming.” The lady paused and gave me a little smirk. “Is this true y/n?” Y/n couldn’t help but blush, she had been saying things on twitter about Tom and some fans made a ship name for her and tom. “Um, yeah its true. I can’t hide it! Look at me, I’m a blushing mess right now.” Y/n let out a nervous laugh and covered her face. The lady in gold let out a little laugh too and said her goodbyes to y/n and she was ushered away to the part of the carpet to take photos. As y/n was poseing for a photo someone came up behind her and yelled in her ear “Y/N!!” she let out a scream, only one person would do that to her. Y/n turned around to see her good friend Zendaya.
“Z!! Omg I hate you!!” y/n lightly hit her shoulder but then hugged her and laughed along with Zendaya. Y/n and Zendaya had been friend for a while now and Z knew about y/n’s crush on Tom, she always teased her about it.
“Zendaya!! Y/n!!! This way!! Pose together!” The camera men and women were yelling at then after a couple photos together y/n let Zendaya do her own thing and she went to the said to talk to more people when she saw him and the crowd got louder as they all saw what y/n saw too. Tom Holland get out of a black car, he looked like to be holding the Spiderman suit but then threw it into the car and went to talk to fan and take photos. God he’s so much more handsome in real life! Y/n thought, she was falling for Tom….hard.

The red carpet part of the premier was coming to an end and y/n had still not meet Tom, she was losing hope. But she was ready and excited to see the movie now as she was getting ushered into the theater where the movie was being showed.
*Skip to after the movie*
The movie was amazing, y/n thought. Everything about it was great and Tom did a perfect job. Now y/n was headed to the after party, she wasnt much of a party person but Zendaya said she sohld totally come to it. Y/n was standing talking to Zendaya telling her about how much she loved the movie and congratulating her on the movie. “Omg!” Zendaya said as she looked over y/n shoulder. “What?” Y/n said confused. Before Zendaya could say anything y/n heard a voice that was all to well known in her head. “Hello!” Said a happy cheery British voice. Y/n slowly turned around, there stood the man she had be stalking for over a year, Tom Holland. Y/n heart started racing,
“Tom! This is y/n, y/n this is Tom.” Zendaya said as she pulled away from the hug she gave Tom. The tall British man looked at y/n with a huge smile on his face.
“y/n its lovely to meet you. I’m a big fan of y/f/s.” Y/n’s smile was even bigger then Tom’s if possible.
“Hi! Thank you, thats really nice to hear. I’m a big fan of yours too, you were amazing in the movie tonight.” There was a sudden confidence in y/n, she thought she would be able to get any words out but she was glad she did. Tom looked at y/n there was something about her that he wanted to know more about, all he wanted to do was talk to her the rest of the night. And thats what happened. |Again sorry if it wasn’t good, im working on it! But thank you for reading. Xoxo|

skulduggery & wife headcanons post

for anyone not familiar with my trash headcanons, my name for skul’s wife is demelza bc it got infuriating just calling her ‘skul’s wife’

also this may be the longest post i have ever come up with holy shit this is the result of like 45 messages to @tanzani-coil on skype

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My commentary whilst watching Buzzfeedblue’s “The Tragic Murder Of JonBenét Ramsey”

Yo. Here we go again. But before we begin, It hurts me to see a child on this show. So if I seem a little less jokey than usual, please understand.

Warning:

1. I ship them, if you don’t thats cool with me.

2. This post is super long

3. I long for the day I no longer have to cross out the boy in boyfriend when it comes to these two. this will be abundantly clear by the amount of times i do

4. After a little bit i will stop putting full names, so just know.

5.I recommend watching the video along with or before going through this post, because if you haven’t seen it you will be lost.

R=Ryan and S=Shane

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Me: Well at least I know i’m not alone in my dislike for child murders.

Ryan: Heck no your not alone. What type of person would like that.

Shane & Me: *in unison* Child murders.

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Me: Soooo… what your telling me is.

R: Yes?

Me: Her dead body was found in the house

R: uh huh

Me:Eight hours after the ransom note was found

R: yes

Me: Yet there was a Ransom note?

R: Look I don’t get it either.

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Me: So autopsy says bludgeoning, Coroner says asphyxiation. I say both.

S: Both?

Me: Well maybe they tied her up or duct taped her then hit her over the head. To make sure she was dead they strangled her using a wire.

S: ah…that makes sense.

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Me: Oh no… please dont tell me she was raped. Please.

Me: Oh thank god.

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Me: Okay, Riddle me this. How does one leave footprints in one place but not another? Leave evidence, yet get away clean? Provide DNA but not be found? And enter a house, but not break in?

R: I once again find myself lacking answers.

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*S&R bickering like an old married couple*

S:(Is from Chicago) I know snow, you don’t know snow.

R: (California native) But it could have covered its self-

Me: (New York native) No… no it really couldn’t.

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Me: First off, a “group of individuals that represent a small foreign faction” is about the weirdest thing I’ve ever heard. Like, are you a gang, are you a militia. Also, What the fuck are the Ramseys doing to deserve this kind of ransom note, if any. Like the party sounds concerned. “The delivery will be exhausting so I advise you to be well rested.” THE FUCK? 

S:Also the ransom is weirdly specfific.

Me: Im not even at the ransom yet. The person who wrote this letter is willing to have a flexible schedule. also It low-key sounds like the Ramseys are arms dealers or money launderers. Also as Shane said the ransom is an oddly specific number.

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Me: Come on Ry. We can all clearly see you think he is adorable. We see you.

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Me: I second this motion. 

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Side note: That mmm that Shane does reminds me highly of an interview with Alex Turner and Miles Kane. It sounded oddly flirty then and it sounds oddly flirty now. Like flirty in the sense that you know this person well enough to make the noise and not be judged. (Im sucking at explaining it I know) 

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Me: Okay… so this woman wanted her daughter dead? Because her immetiate response was to phone the police.

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Me: Let me pull out my TI-84. That means there is a *presses buttons and shit* 1% chance she wont die. Im liken those odds.

S: You are?

Me: No, Im pretending to be her mother, who decided to disregard the note and call the police right away.

S: Oh

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Me: MURDER LAPTOP!!!

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Me: Then wouldnt it seem logical if it was like a co-worker. Also the Inntials could have been a sentence and not a name. (S.B.T.C.) I used to do that alot when I was younger and wanted to pass noted with out getting caught. Use a sentence as a alias instead of a name.

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 *Cue the boyfriends lovingly bickering*

 Me: Daddy Dorkos

R: Don’t call me daddy please.

S: Good one, but yeah don’t call us daddy.

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Me: No shit sherlock. Whoever wanted that money was in the house, knew the family, and probably only left after killing JonBenét. They probably heard her mom call the police. Okay… that is creepy.

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Me: um… Shane. Do me a favor and don’t murder me.

S: Okie dokie, I won’t.

Me: ugh, i cant help but like you, you say okie dokie.

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Me: lookie here, I am dis-graphic and it constantly happens that i misspell easy words and get harder ones right. Its because i think more about the more difficult spelling. (for example, spellcheck fixed it but i misspelled constantly earlier but spelled dis-graphic correctly)

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S.B.T.C.: the practicde ransom note wasnt written in bubble letters it was in wingdings.

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Me: Nope the calculations arent adding up. Murder Laptop™ says its unlikely.

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S: *Cough* 

Me: Okay, I was wron about the order. they strangled her then bashed her brains in happy.

S: No, a little girl is dead. But i guess yeah.

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Me: Can you tell how uncomfortable and shook I am. I make fun of Ryan for being shook but he is a heka lot braver than me. aaaa… hold me tall lanky gay dad.

*Dallon Weekes, Miles Kane, and Shane all hug me*

Me: I meant Shane but i’m glad you two are here also.

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Me: Why would anyone think it was her family. They have nothing to gain, plus if it was an accident the logical thing is to call the hospital instead of writing a fake ransom note.

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Me:Thats a bit too specific 

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Me: Look, It sounds creepy but he loved this little girl. It seems he loved her like a relitive. That glitter ment alot to him. I wouldnt be surprised if he saw her almost like a grandaughter. Asking for the glitter to be mixed with his ashes is a weird request but it probably means alot more to him then just glitter. It might represent the good in the world. So i am standing by this weird old man and his little girl glitter. I mean its not going to hurt anyone if the glitter is mixed with his ashes, is it?

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Me: He isn’t. He obviously cared for this girl deeply. Not saying it wasn’t creepy as shit, but i just don’t think he could ever bring himself to harm her. 

(I actually have a experience involving a neighbor that is really close to this one. He was like 36 and he took a shine to 8 year old me. He even asked me if i would marry him one day. It was creepy. But he would never hurt me, that i knew.) 

(I turned him down btw, i was creeped out by him back then too. But he wasn’t a mean guy, just a little off.)

R: Well… that took an oddly personal turn. So this guy never laid a hand on you.

Me: Nope. He gave me a Betty Boop magnet once though.

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Me: Sound like our guy. TAKE HIM AWAY BOYS

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Me: See… that old glitter dude doesn’t sound so bad now right.

S: I stand entirely corrected.

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Me: Shane… your moaning Ryan’s name.

S: No i’m not.

Me: Keep this shit up and you guy might actually end up sleeping together.

S: Oh, shut up.

Me: Yes Mr… Are you keeping your last name when you two get married or taking his?

S: Im warning you.

Me: Shane Bergara, has a nice ring to it.

S: That’s it *chases me out of the room*

R: *Yelling after us* So i take it that’s a no to my proposal.

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Me: Dude… Hes they guy… lock this son of a bitch up.

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Me: BOY! HE IS GUILTY! Also this son of a bitch (sorry Mrs.Oliva nothing against you.) has issues.

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Me: THE FUCK! He is shady as shit. Why is it never that easy.

S: Its life.

Me: Its wrong, that’s what it is.

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Me: Why can we see his face?

S: Ugh… I remember this guy.

Me: Oh… that’s why.

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Me: Ok… so we got a confession. Why is this case unsloved??

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Me: Or when your friends start talking about their kinks. Because this about describes those conversations.

S: Wait what?

Me: Nothing. I said nothing

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Me: Look the return of Ryan’s Totally Hetero™ Im kinda turned on but i’m not gonna say anything face. We can all see that Shane knows what he is doing to his boyfriend, and is totally OK with it.

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Me: My theory of sombodsy who knew the family is really holding up isnt it. *feels a little throw up in mouth*

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Me: Excuse me while i projectile vomit in the corner.

S: Imma join you.

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Me: Of course she stayed there. That’s where you killed her you idiot.

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S: Ahh im super bummed out. *Looks at Ryan* I suddenly have the will to keep going and know I can make it through.

Me: *Coughing* Gay as shit.

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Me: DUH.

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Me: *yelling in the other room*

S: Im gonna go make sure she doesn’t rip someones head off.

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Me: How many times am I going to say duh.

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Me: Maybe he was being a Pedo somewhere else and confused the two girls. Excuse me while I go and throw up again.

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Me: Nice Totally Hetero™ i’m enamored with you eyes Shane.

*discussion continues”

S: “You don’t get prison you weirdo.”

Me: Why did he want to get arrested so bad? Did he want to get raped in jail or something?

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Me: *Flips a table* Ok… My bets on Gary. 

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S&Me: Feel the frustration

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Me: Well that was a roller coaster of emotion.

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Me: They are dating, I swear.

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These X-Files au Aesthetics by @drstdeer  

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 also Brought to you by: The Murder Laptop™


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anonymous asked:

Yknow what upset me about the SU fandom (before wanted and Lars head)? How they could let every other character have flaws except him. I know he did some shitty stuff but doesn't everyone at some point? Pearl can be selfish, Steven can get angry, Garnet can be unfair. But when Lars shows signs of cowardice or anger or negativity, people HATE it. Flaws are what make us human, and I hate how people just couldn't let Lars make mistakes. That's what growing up IS. Blarg rant over, lot o feels sorry!

I knoooooow dude. It was annoying as hell. Like? Give the kid a break. It was also pretty fucking hypocritical when people would crucify Lars for being a moody and generally hot tempered teenager while simultaneously FAWNING over the Crystal Gems for their realistic flaws.

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Say You Won't Let Go

“You need to talk to him” Y/n shook her head and continued throwing more of Sami’s things into random boxes. She at least had the decency to separate it. One box for his clothes the other for random bullshit. “No what I need, is help boxing up the rest of his shit. What I need is to stop chasing him around. What I need is a boyfriend who doesn’t fucking forget my birthday, who realizes what he has when he has it, who doesn’t fucking lie to me constantly. No, fuck Sami” the brunette whimpered as she tossed one of his hoodies into a box. Jon sighed and watched her try to keep herself together but he knew as soon as he left, she was going to cry. “Y/n you’re both my best friend, I don’t like seeing you guys this way” he muttered “Yeah well, you can thank him for that. Tell Sami I’ll have the rest of his shit ready for you tonight” she sniffled, looking up and thr cieling to stop herself from crying. She hadn’t cried when her and Sami argued, when she threw a blow dryer at his head and missed, when she found out he’d been lying to her, or even when she told him that he needed to call Jon because she was done and he needed to leave. She would be damned if she was going to cry now. “I’m just saying, he knows he’s stupid and that he fucked up” Jon tried to reason. Her face turned from sulking to angry “Oh, he knows he fucked up, huh?! Well good for fucking him, but he can go fuck himself. I said I was done and I meant it. Maybe he’ll treat the next one better than me” she snapped and shoved the two boxes to Jon. He just nodded and started taking them out. Good thing they all lived in the same apartment complex. Making good on her word, she had the rest of Sami’s things boxed up by that evening. Looking around, it was like a whole new apartment, she hadn’t realized that she had so many things with him until she started boxing everything up. She had come with him when he started Czw, she didn’t want to at first but he had begged her so she found anoter job at a hair salon and while he wrestled and got mangled up, she did hair and slowly tried to make a name for herself. It wasnt until Sami teamed up with Jon that he started traveling, then the lies came more and more, he forgot birthdays and had every excuse when she confronted him about the girls she’d seen all over him, about why Jon had been the one to make excuses for why he couldn’t talk to her. It all became too much and it became aparent that 3 years had meant nothing to him. “You sure you can’t talk to him?” Jon tried one last time that night. She just shook her head and said “Good night Mox”. Shutting the door she slid down it, finally letting everything out she’d been holding in. Sobs wracked her body and she brought her knees up to her chest. Y/n knew she still loved him and that she was probably always going to love him. Sami was it for her. She had decided a long time ago that it was Sami she wanted to be with forever. He had a way of making her dark brighter and her demons quieter. Now everything was dark and the demons were screaming. They were together through everything. She had wanted him even when he was slightly bigger. He was supposed to be her happy ending but it turned out that maybe he wasn’t. She must have sat against the door all night because when someone knocked it had startled her into noticing that it was light out and how her eyes burned from crying and lack of sleep. The knocking continued and she tore herself off the floor and flung the door open. Jon stood there, his mouth hanging open at the girl in front of him. Y/n looked rough to put it nicely. “I swear to fuck, if its about Sami I’m going to break your jaw” she growled “I wanted to make sure you were okay” he said “Fucking peachy. The world is nothing but unicorns and rainbows, happy?” She snapped. Yup, she definitely needed a nap, or a shot, or maybe both. Jon raised an eyebrow at her “You haven’t slept yet, have you?” He asked and she rolled her yes “Does it look like it?” She sassed. He laughed for a second until he seen her eyes tear up again. Oh god, here it comes. “Why wasnt I good enough?! What did I do to him that was so fuckin’ bad Mox?!” She broke. Jon brought her into his chest, something he would have never done for anyone else but y/n was special, she was his best friend and he couldn’t stand to see her tore up over his other best friend. “I don’t know doll, he’s a fuckin’ idiot. Guys would kill for a good girl like you” he mumbled into her hair. Jon didn’t know what else to say to her to try and make her feel better, that was a Sami thing not a Mox thing. Sami knew how to calm y/n when she got this way but now that Sami was the reason she was tore up he knew she would never let him in breathing distance of her. Mox got her to finally lay down, waiting until he knew she was sleeping before heading back to his own apartment to knock some sense into his bonehead friend. “You really fucked up” Mox spat at Sami, flinging the door open “You’ve been telling me this since she kicked me out, I fuckin’ get it! I. FUCKED. UP!” Sami shouted back making Mox shake his head “No, I really don’t think you do. She’s a fucking mess up there. She thinks she either did something to you or that she isn’t enough” the older man snapped. Sami winced. He never wanted her to feel that way, everything was his fault. He chose to ignore her and lie to her and make excuses and tell her not to worry about the girls they both knew she should be worried about. If anything it was him that wasn’t good enough for her. “Do you even fuckin’ love her?” Mox snapped. This pissed Sami off. “Of course I fuckin’ love her! What the hell kind of question is that?! I love her so much it hurts and I cant fucking figure out what the hell she could possibly want with someone like me! Hell, she wanted me when I was a fat fuck! What girl that looks like her wants someone like that?! She spent weeks convincing me to take her out before I finally did it and she was there when I started to lose wait and fuck I fucked up so fucking bad with her” Sami groaned “I just wish I knew what I was supposed to say to her to get her back. You didn’t see the look in her eyes when she told me to go, she looked done. She couldnt even look at me and when she did her eyes were just so blank and angry, how do you bring someone back from that?” He asked no one in particular. Jon just shrugged “You gotta figure it out” he said and went into his room “And soon or someone else will figure it out and you’ll be even more fucked” he warned over his shoulder. So Sami thought. He thought long and hard about what he was supposed to do and found himself outside their door at three in the morning. Before he could stop himself he knocked, not really expecting it to open but when it did he almost ran the other way. The door flung open and all he heard was “God fucking damnit it Jon I fucking told you to tell Sami-” she cut herself off seeing the man she was screaming about looking like a deer caught in headlights. “Tell Sami what?” He muttered “Tell Sami to go fuck himself” she almost whispered. It was easy saying all that shit to Mox about how Sami could go fuck himself but saying it directly to Sami was something she had a hard time doing. She stared down at her feet, making sure she didnt make eye contact with him. She didnt want him to know she had been crying. “I’m sorry. If someone had told me before that I was going to lose you I never would have believed them because the only thing I know is you” he started “And those other girls?” He continued “Fuck them, nothing ever happened with them I promise, they only hung all over me because they thought it would get them somewhere. Remember when you sent me all them pictures for my birthday because Mox told you I missed you? I couldnt forget it. I know I forgot yours but I’m sorry and I said it. I just know that I love you so fucking much and I need you. I need you so damn much. You may not believe me but damnit y/n/n you’re it, you’re always going to be it. Just please dont give up on me baby, I love you” Sami pleaded. Y/n just stared at him, eyes spilling over with tears and her hair a tangled mess from having just woke up a few minutes prior to Sami showing up. “Y/n? Say something. Please. I don’t even care if you scream at me again, I deserve it” he fidgeted with his fingers and bit his lip nervously. Out of all the times he’d upset her this was the worst one. He went to say something else but was cut off when she threw herself into his arms and burried her face in his shirt. “You’re such a fucking asshole Sami” she whimpered “I know babe, the biggest” he said into her hair tightening his arms around her. “I’ll never mess up again, I promise. No more lies or ignoring you. I’ll shove every fuckin girl away from me that even tries, I promise” he said. Y/n nodded her head and continued to bury her face in him having missed his smell and how warm he was. “Can I come back? Please tell me I can come back, I miss you and Mox’s couch is hell and smells like armpits and corn chips” he whined making her laugh something he only knew how to do when she was upset. “We can get your shit tomorrow” her voice muffled by his shirt and she backed up taking him through the door with her and cursing when her back hit the doorknob. “If you’d turn around you’d be able to-” “You wanna go back to Mox’s armpit and cornchip couch?” She asked cutting him off. Sami crashed his lips onto hers for a brief minute before pulling away and telling her no. He wanted to be with her forever as long as she was willing to have him.

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Triangle part 1

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Tom Holland x Reader

Tags: @capsbuchanan @justareader @jarnesbrnes @marvelingatthewonder @buckys-shield @spoopypurplesoulayyee

A/N: Welcome one, welcome all to my new series! I am feeling quite blocked with Dugan atm, I’m sorry but I got this idea during break and I cant stop thinking about it. It’s a love triangle between Seb, Tom and reader.

Summary: Seeing Sebastian after all of these years hurt. But seeing Tom doesn’t hurt at all, what to choose?

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