i will make you perrys please


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bastille does literally the best mashups and covers in the world they’re so hecking talented and here’s some proof:

no angels mashup (the xx, tlc)

drop it like it’s royal mashup (rihanna, katy perry, lorde, beyoncé, florence & the machine, snoop dogg)

final song mashup (mø, europe, graig david)

locked out of heaven mashup (bruno mars, rihanna, jay-z, kanye west, the xx)

this is what you came for mashup (calvin harris ft. rihanna, taylor swift, nancy sinatra)

we can’t stop cover (miley cyrus)

(i just) died in your arms cover (cutting crew)

dreams cover ft. gabrielle aplin (fleetwood mac)

Transitioning? Here are some tips!


(these are tips aimed towards the ones who cannot get the testosterone they need, but they are also good tips for the men who are!)

Well, first of all, the easiest beginning to your transition would be a change of wardrobe! You do not have to change the way you dress, but I have found that it helps surpress dysphoria and helps you feel more masculine. So, feel free to do whatever is most comfortable for yourself.

Here are some clothes that will help you look more masculine!
• button ups (or downs, whatever you call them)
• loose jeans, or chinos
• flat front pants to reduce the appearance of your hips and thighs
• slacks also help you appear to be taller
• boxers, although no one can see them, help you feel more like who
you are! So I highly suggest getting a few pairs
• dark shirts (they make your body look more broad and muscular)
• muscle shirts and regular tank tops (the ones in the men section)
• t-shirts that do not have a v neck; they tend to make your shoulders
seem more broad (the ones that do NOT have a v-neck)

- Calvin Klein
- Levi’s
- Kenneth Cole
- Perry Elis
- American Eagle Outfitter’s
- Walmart
- Target
- also, second hand stores, like Goodwill, are good places
to go if you have a tight budget

Now a chestbinder! Please do not use ace bandages! If you can, buy a chestbinder from a chestbinder company.

I know a few ways to make a SAFE homemade binder, and this is my top choice!
• All of these things are found in a dollar store, so they are fairly cheap
- first, the things you will need are a waist thinner (get a size small if
you are an a cup, medium for b cup, and large for c cup, and so
on!), scissors, and a sports bra (chose the size that fits you, do not
buy one too small, it is just used to hold the nylon waist thinner in
- once you have thee items, cut the “underwear” part off of the
waist thinner
- now that you have a strapless bra like piece of clothing, just slip it
on over your chest and adjust accordingly, then put the sports
bra on over the nylon waist thinner to hold it in place

*** the nylon in the waist thinner flattens your chest and also allows you
to breathe, although this is a more safe method of binding, I still
advise you to find someway to purchase a professionaly made
- Gc2b ( gc2b-apparel tumblr bloc, gc2b is their instagram)
- T-Kingdom ( t-kingdom.com )
- there are other websites, but these two have the best reviews.
There are also programs that give away free binders to
trans males, such as
* transactiveonline.org
* replacetheace.wordpress.com
* Big Brothers Binding Program™

Another thing you could do to look more masculine is to get a haircut!
• get a cut that does not frame your face, this will come off as too
feminine (though, there is nothing wrong with that)
• do not get bangs, they generally give off the feminine vibe (again
nothing is wrong with that)
• go to a barber rather than a hair stylist; the barber will give you a
more masculine cut
• in the end, its your hair! Do what makes you feel comfortable (:

I hope these tips help you feel more masculine and help surpress your dysphoria. If you have any questions please message us and we will try to answer as well as we can!

- Ajax

when the world seems so cruel / and your heart makes you feel like a fool / i promise you will see / that i will be / i will be your remedy

remedy - a kara/lena playlist [listen]

1. dust to dust - the civil wars | 2. can’t help falling in love - haley reinhart | 3. you and me - you+me | 4. make you feel my love - adele | 5. friends - ed sheeran | 6. all that - carly rae jepsen | 7. bloom - the paper kites | 8. i want to hold your hand - t.v. carpio | 9. latch - daniela andrade | 10. hunger - ross copperman | 11. yellow - coldplay | 12. i’ll keep you safe - sleeping at last | 13. parachute - ingrid michaelson | 14. arms - christina perri | 15. your universe - rico blanco | 16. the cure - lady gaga | 17. through the dark - one direction | 18. fools - lauren aquilina | 19. i was made for loving you / please don’t say you love me - kina grannis ft. gardiner sisters | 20. all of me - jasmine thompson | 21. sinners - lauren aquilina | 22. strong - one direction | 23. the words - christina perri | 24. remedy - adele

The Lady Across The Street (Song-fic)

Raphael (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Hope your day it’s great babe! Thank you so much!!

Prompt: “Hello beautiful! I was just wondering if your not to busy and if it’s not to much trouble could you write a Raphael x reader were Raph is out on the roof tops by himself cooling off and then he hears the reader singing by themselves on the roof Please? I absolutely adore your blog it makes me so happy! Have a great day ❤”

Song: Christina Perri - human

Word count: 628

Warnings: Swearing

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3

Stupid, fucking Leo and stupid fucking Mikey.

Who needs them? Raph knew he’d be better off on his own. First chance he got, he’d be out of there. Right now, all he needed was to beat the living shit out of some thugs. His rage went from 0-100 when Leo just gave him that look. He didn’t even need to say anything, and Raph was already launching towards him, sais drawn. He knew it was wrong, but whenever he saw red, he couldn’t stop himself.

“I can hold my breath / I can bite my tongue” 

The voice was slow and calm, but frantic and distressed at the same time. It wasn’t loud, but he felt like it was calling out to him from the other side of the city. 

“I can stay awake for days / If that’s what you want / Be your number one”

His feet followed the melody, bringing him closer to the balcony of the lady across the street. She was sat on a white plastic chair, a towel wrapped around her body and one in her hair, drying her hair.

“But I’m only human / And I bleed when I fall down / I’m only human”

The moonlight illuminated only half her face, her hair covering the rest. Her legs were crossed over each other. Barefoot. Her face had a smile to it, even when singing. Why was she awake? It was the dead of night.

“And I crash and I break down / Your words in my head, knives in my heart / You build me up and then I fall apart”

He found himself lowering, sitting down on the gravel roof and watching the woman from a distance. She was beautiful, truly, inspiringly beautiful. Her voice was one of dreams, and her demeanor was something Raphael could tolerate.

But she’d never love a mutant, she was so elegant and graceful and sumptuous that he could hardly go and even talk to her. He felt it was even wrong just looking at her, like he was invading her privacy some how, even though she was singing on a balcony in the middle of New York City.

“I can hold the weight of worlds / If that’s what you need / Be your everything”

Raphael felt himself shuffling closer to the edge of the rooftop, trying to come closer to the lady across the street. His heartstrings were being pulled; he could feel it. Is this what Splinter complains about when he says he has heart burn? Because Raphael’s whole body was up in flames as he watched the young woman.

“Just a little human / I can take so much / ‘Til I’ve had enough”

He heard a voice call out to the girl, and he ducked, not wanting to be caught. When he got back up however, she was gone, and the balcony door was shut. His heart dropped to his stomach as he stood up, backing up away from the edge.

He figured he just had to go back tomorrow, and for once, Raph was going back to the lair in a good mood. Thanks to her.

Games & Flames (Rivals AU Playlist)

I made a playlist a few months ago to release some of the feels from reading @kazliin​‘s Rivals AU fanfic, Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches (which is seriously one of the best Yuri on Ice fics written out there and yOU SHOULD TOTALLY READ IT!!!!) but then the companion fic came, and the feels dam just fucking exploded again. I just kept hearing songs that sounded like they’d go nicely with the fic, and I knew I had to make another playlist.

And so here we are! I call this playlist Games & Flames because Viktor seems to like playing mind games and playing with fire hahaha rEAD THE FICS AND YOU’LL UNDERSTAND WHY. also because I like rhymes. Here’s a link to the series again for reference! Details on the playlist and more of my ramblings about why I chose the songs are under the cut~

YouTube | Spotify*

*One of the songs in my list is not on Spotify, I’m so sorry!

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The Irony Of Heaven And Hell

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 580

Pairing: BuckyxReader

Summary: During the ’40s Bucky had been on top of the world with you by his side - the love of his life. The woman he’d bought a wedding ring for after the first date. Then the war happened, and Hydra took you from him before you ever got to see it. He spent decades mourning your loss. Begging for them to take his memories but you weren’t just a memory - you were a part of him. A part that could never really be taken. Now, 70 years later, when he’s resigned himself to a life of nightmares and fantasies of death, he finds you. Frozen away beneath a Hydra base. 

A/N: Okay. So, this is hella short BUT ya’ll are gonna forgive me because I’ve done exactly what I said I wouldn’t. I decided to turn this into a series. When I got this request ages ago I knew I was gonna love writing it. And then, I finally got to it and I realised I couldn’t tell this story in a few thousand words. I wanted to run with it. So, here’s a snippet. Much like my other Bucky series, I won’t continue this one until my uni semester is up and I’ve significantly cut down on the requests on my list :)

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Okay, so someone on my friends list brought up the fact that Katy Perry was accused of homophobia, which this person refused to believe because they were a big fan… but appearantly, the second this person sees she’s actively engaging with an artist they deem homophobic (Migos), suddenly Katy is off the table and a horrible person.

My beef with this is, Katy Perry has exhibited signs of homophobia plenty of times in the past few years. Songs like “I Kissed A Girl” are an example of this because it flashes a quick light on flings of bi-curiosity without a second glance at actual LGBTQ femmes who have to live with discrimination for public displays of affections towards their fellow femme partners, never mind getting paid millions for their attraction to the same sex or gender. Let’s not forget “You’re So Gay,” which clearly claims masculinity is forfeited when a man displays any deep emotion or has a body type other than muscular (“You’re so sad maybe you should buy a happy meal / You’re so skinny you should really super size the deal”), a song that is extremely insensitive to the rate of mentally ill and suicidal queer people young people in the world (“I hope you hang yourself with your H&M scarf / While jacking off listening to Mozart”).

Please don’t pretend Katy Perry wasn’t homophobic trash before she linked up with Migos. Don’t pretend rappers like Migos magically make basic popstars like Katy Perry anti-LGBTQ bigots. She’s not some super hero that’s met her kryptonite. She’s trash. Y'all should have realized she was trash when she blatantly appropriated Black culture solely because she thought it would get her more money. She’s a disrespectful white feminist who gives no fucks about poc or the lgbtq community at all. She just want her cash.

And she already has plenty of blind fans willing to sacrifice their dignity to fill her pockets.

Don’t be one of them.

anonymous asked:

Bellarke playlist?

Listen, all you had to do was type up two words but you are my favourite person right now.

I have sooooo many songs on my phone that remind me of Bellarke its absolutely ridiculous. I legit sent my friend like 30 Bellarke-y songs because she makes fanvids and wanted material. I got you covered nonny. ;)

I just want it to be noted that a lot of these songs I had in mind for Bellarke following the events of Season 2 or during Season 3, whereas some are specific to Season 4 and others just remind me of Bellarke’s dynamic in general. So I’ll try to point out which belongs where. 

I also did an analysis on certain songs that reminded me of characters/relationships of The 100 back when I first created my Tumblr so there are a few songs in this list that I literally have a full-length analysis of the lyrics and description as to why it reminds me of Bellarke, so I’ll link you in case you are interested why I chose those ones.

1. Run - RHODES (based on Clarke leaving after Season 2)


3. All About You - Birdy

4. Home - RHODES (This one I found after following Season 2 so it is definitely related to Clarke leaving but it is more directly related to the “home theme” regarding Bellarke, so its still very accurate going into Season 4)

5. Armor - Landon Austin (lol i don’t even have this song in my phone but the lyrics make metaphors about war and stuff like that work quite nicely when you make them literal in the universe of The 100)

6. Right Here - Ashes Remain (this one isn’t on my phone either but Bellarke-y lyrics so *shrugs*)

7. Dark Doo Wop - MS MR (This song has a darker vibe but its incredibly fitting in the context of Season 4 - I really like it)

8. One Last Time - Jaymes Young (this song is gorgeous and one of my absolute favourites. It definitely reminds me very specifically of Clarke leaving in Season 2 but it can be related to any of their separations - or future separations - and would still be accurate)

9. You & I - RHODES (feat. the “Together” theme)

10. Shattered - Trading Yesterday (I die every time)

11. Little Do You Know - Alex & Sierra (this song is so Bellarke it’s ridiculous like holy shit)

12. Fragments - Jaymes Young (this song is also so Bellarke it’s ridiculous holy shit)

13. Beautiful Crime - Tamer (I really love this song and its for Bellarke in Season 3A mostly. You can read my analysis on it here if you are interested in the more technical reasons why I believe this song is Bellarke.

14. Somebody - RHODES (this is for Bellarke in Season 3 again, and you can read the analysis I wrote a few months ago here. This song is Bellarke af I promise)

15. I Found - Amber Run (this is mostly based around Clarke and Bellamy separating mid-season two and Clarke’s gradual downward spiral - “and I’ll use you as a warning sign that if you talk enough sense then you’ll lose your mind”. Again, I wrote an analysis on this one here as well.)

16. This Is What It Takes - Shawn Mendes (I think its funny that Shawn was on the show and that The 100 is his favourite show because I enjoy humouring myself with the prospect that he was slightly influenced by Bellarke ;) Anyway this song mainly reminds me of Bellarke a) because of a fanvideo but b) the lines that sa “you don’t have to do this on your own” and “let me be the one to bare your pain” remind me of Bellamy’s “you don’t have to do this alone” from 2x16.)

17. Raise Your Love - RHODES (I just really love RHODES, k?)

18. Neptune - Sleeping At Last (I have so much love for this song and it hurts me)


20. Pieces - Andrew Belle

21. Mars - Sleeping At Last

22. White Blood - Oh Wonder

23. When It’s All Over - RAIGN

24. Who Am I Living For? - Katy Perry (a very different mood than most of her songs and definitely one of my favourites of hers)

25. Cover Us - Natalie Taylor

26. Light - Sleeping At Last

Okay, nonny. That should be enough. I hope you enjoy!

And for anyone reading this, let me know which ones you liked and what your personal favourite Bellarke songs are because I’m always looking for new music. 


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A/N: This is my first post with visuals, so it may not be that good.  Hopefully you’ll still like it :) It’s also based off of 1D’s song ‘Taken’ Link to song will be posted at the end

Now that you can’t have me, you suddenly want me. Now that I’m with somebody else, you tell me you love me.

I rushed into the bathroom of the club, looking at myself in the mirror. I was panting loudly, looking as if I was running from a murder by my facial expressions. I needed to leave this place before she found me. 

She is my last girlfriend that I was with, Perrie Edwards. We were together for about a year and broke up 8 months ago. I should’ve known we were coming to an end. All we did was fight constantly and she was barely home. But not being a good person and tell me to my face that we were over, she just left. It was after one of our fights. She just stormed out the house and disappeared. Me being the idiot thinking she would for the just the night, turned out she left for days, weeks, and now months. Without a simple goodbye. 

I’ve got a boyfriend now. We’ve been together for a few weeks. I don’t have honest mutual feelings for him though. I just needed someone to keep Perrie off my mind, and he was the first one to catch my eye.

Tonight, my girls wanted to take me out to the club since I hadn’t been there in awhile and they know I’ve been going through a pretty rough time. Little did I know, the person who caused my pain and distress the past few months was here aswell. 


I didn’t think it was her at first, but when I looked closer, I knew it. Everything about the way she danced, the way she sipped on her drink flirtatiously, it all just screamed 'Perrie’. At some point, she must have realized someone was staring at her because she turned her head in my direction, our eyes catching each other. She squinted her eyes, then a shocked expression came onto her face as she came into realization that it was me. I saw her start to make her way over to me, but I was quick to dart through the crowd away from her, rushing to the bathroom since it was the quickest place to go.

Just as I was about to walk out, the door opened. And there she stood, in all her glory. Same blonde hair. Same icy blue eyes. Same everything. We stared at each other for a good while, before I tried to push past her and out the door. She grabbed me by the wrists and turned me around.

“Leigh-Anne…..wow, I-I was trying to contact you a few times. I’m guessing you changed your number or blocked mines…” I could tell she was nervous and didn’t know what to say.

“Perrie look, this is not the time and pla–”

“I know, but I just need get this off my chest and I can’t go another day without letting you know that……I-I miss you. I love you Leigh. I’m so sorry about what happened. I was just so upset and didn’t want to face you anymore, so the only way to do that was just walk away completely. I’m utterly, completely sorry because that was the biggest mistake I ever made.” She held my hand as she spoke. I could tell she meant every word, but I wasn’t having it.

I slept on your doorstep, begging for one chance. Now that I’ve finally moved on, you say that you’ve missed me all along.

“Perrie, sorry can’t fix everything. Do you know how devastated I was? How worried I was? How do you think I felt just waiting each day for you to come home, but you never did?!” I was starting to get furious by the second.

“Yes and I’m–”

“No you don’t! You don’t know because you’ve never had that happen to you before, and I’d never do anything like that to hurt you! I gave you everything for fuck sakes! When my friends found out I was with a girl, they wouldn’t even talk to me! Not even my family! I gave up every fucking thing for you and you just walked away from it all!” Tears started to sting my eyes as I yelled, Perrie tearing up aswell.

“And then you don’t even say goodbye, or any of that shit! I called you every fucking day! I texted you, hell I even called your mom and asked about you! That’s how much I love you! But you don’t even love me back!”

“Leigh-Anne, you know that’s not true. I love you, so fucking much it hurts!” Perrie said, tears pouring down her face now. I shook my head at her, biting back more tears that escaped from my eyes. 

“You don’t mean that. I’m more than positive that people around have told you I’ve got a new boyfriend, right? That’s the only reason you’re here. You don’t want me to happy at all.” I spoke harshly, not caring if it hurt her feelings at all. She stayed silent. I chuckled.

“So you’re not gonna say anything now? Now that I’m saying the truth?…….Wow, you’re really full of it.” I tried to push past her once again, but my attempt failed again. She pulled me back again, only this time with a little surprise

She kissed me.

Who do you think you are? Who do you think I am? You only love to see me breaking. You only want me 'cause I’m taken

I pushed her off of me, backing up surprisingly.

“Perrie, what the hel–” She cut me off by kissing me again. She cupped my cheeks, forcing me into the kiss. As time passed, I slowly started to kiss back, which surprised the both of us. As much as I hate to admit it, I missed the way her lips felt against mines.

As the kiss slowly began to get heated, she pulled away and pushed our foreheads together.

“Let me tell you something. I love you. With all my heart. There’s no one in this world who can love you more than I love you. Yeah I fucked up. Big time. But that was my mistake, and I’m willing to make up for it, no matter how long it takes. And I don’t give a shit about this 'boyfriend’ of yours, because I’m more than positive he can’t treat the way I treat you. And he definitely can’t fuck you like how I fuck you.” She spoke in a low voice, but her last sentence came out seductively. Without a second guess, she pushed me into one of the stalls, She locked the door and brought her attention back to me. She smirked as our lips met once again. Our tongues started to go at each other for battle quickly.

We started to feel up each other’s clothes. Since we both had on dresses, it was a quick removal of our clothes, leaving us in our underwear. We were quick to dispose of that too, leaving us completely naked.

Perrie made me sit down on the toliet as she got down on her knees infront of me. She rubbed my thighs before kissing them softly, her finger rubbing my clit.

“I’ve misses the way your pussy felt in my hands. I hope it still tastes the same.” She winked at me before digging her head inbetween my legs, waisting no time at all to start pleasing me with her tongue.

“Oh Perrie.” I moaned out, arching my back. I grabbed her long blonde hair, pushing her further down on me, grinding my pussy into her face.

“Mmmm, babe you taste so good. Just like before.” Perrie moaned against me, adding her finger in with her tongue.

I was in complete estacy. To say that I nearly hated this woman not even 10 minutes ago. Now she’s got me under her finger, fucking me with her fingers and tongue. It just makes me wonder if she’s forreal or if she’s just messing with my head.

“Perrie, I’m almost there!” I whined out, bucking my hips up more into her mouth. She added another finger, pushing me to my limit.

As I felt myself about to let go, she pulled away her fingers.

“Perrie?!” I cried out in frustration. She smirked.

“I want us to cum together babe. Wouldn’t that be so much hotter?” She chuckled.

You don’t really want my heart, no you just like to know you can. Still be the one who gets it breaking.

Even if Perrie is making me feel all good and aroused, I couldn’t shake the feeling of what happened with us. This could all be a one time thing. Maybe it’ll be a repeat. I give her my all tonight, and then she leaves for another 8 months. And thats just something I can’t put my heart on anymore.

“Babe? Are you alright?” Perrie asked, breaking me from my thoughts.

“Yeah…yeah I’m fine. Just make me cum already.” She giggled at my bluntness. She spreaded my legs apart, sitting her pussy right on top of mines. We both moaned out at the sudden feeling. We started slow, but then our grinding started to get a little faster.


“Oh my god. Leigh your pussy feels so fucking good.” Perrie growled out. I moaned out from the feeling I was feeling. 

“Perrie, just like that. I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Me too babe, wait till I say go.” We moved even faster against each other to reach our peaks.

“Wait for it…….Go!” That was all it took. We both groaned as we came. We rode out our highs together, ceasing to an end. Perrie collasped to the floor, as I leaned on the toliet. I sighed as my mind went back to Perrie and I. Just as I was about to ask her myself, I heard some snoring. I looked and saw Perrie knocked out on the floor. I chuckled to myself.

“Nevermind,” I said to myself,“ ’s not even worth it.” I slipped on my dress and quitely stepped out the bathroom, hoping someone would wake Perrie up later. Although it would be one hell of a laugh to see the expression on that person’s face when they see this naked blonde girl fast asleep on the floor.

I sighed as I took another glance, before walking out back into the club and back home to my boyfriend. Because at the end of the day…

You only want me 'cause I’m taken.



One Direction - Taken

The One That Got Away ( Peter Parker X Reader )

First, before you guys read this piece. Please do not kill me. I was so in the mood to write when I listened to Katy Perry. Forgeve meh my fellow Hollanders. I’ll make it up to you guys. For now this all I can offer.

Peter. My best friend and my first love.

We knew each other since grade school. We always had each others back. He was a such a sweet boy. He didn’t made it hard for me to fall inlove.

“ Your staring at her again. ” Ned said as I looked at Peter’s direction. He was staring at her again. Ever since he saw her, she was the only thing that came out of his mouth.

“ How can I not? She’s so perfect. She’s beautiful and smart. ” Peter mumble as his eyes twinkled. The twinge of pain hit my chest like a bullet. I hate it when this happens. I hate how he could be so blind. But I can’t seem to hate him.

“ Why can’t you just ignore him Y/n? ” Michelle said as we sat inside the library. She’s been my bestfriend eversince I entered Midtown School of Science and Technology. I started telling her my feelings for Peter for awhile now. She is constantly telling me to just ditch Peter so my feelings can disappear. It wasn’t gonna be that easy.

I had been with Peter for a long time, I knew everything about Peter. I know what he eats, what he likes and what he tends to do as a habit.

I even know that his Spiderman.

“ Mich, I can’t just do that. ” I said as I skim through my chemistry book and began highlighting some notes. I heard her sigh in frustration in front of me. “ Why are you so nice?!” she grumbled as I just laughed and held her hand as the anger in her face disappeared and tightened her hold on my hand.

“ Ok I’ll let this slide one more time. But please, can you be selfish for once. Think about yourself. I just don’t want to see you hurt. If you really like him just blurt it out already. ” she said as she gave me a concerned look. She is right. Maybe I can change Peter’s feeling. What he is feeling for Liz is just a crush. I can still change it.

“ Ok, I’ll tell him. ” you said as you pulled away from Michelle’s grasp and took your phone out.

To: PeterParkingLot 😂😁

Hey, are you free? Let’s go eat out tonight. I got something to tell you. I’ll wait for you at the park. See you at 5.

You pressed send as you looked at Michelle with determination.

Class ended and you immidiately dressed up as pretty as possible. Just a typical sleeveless shirt and buttoned down jeans. You look at your self in the mirror as you took a breath.

“ You look beautiful sweet heart. ” you heard someone said. You turned to see your grandmother. She was the only parent that you have in Queens. Your parents work abroad to provide money for you.

You smiled at her as she walked towards you and handed you a familiar cream colored envelope. Then it came to you. It was the love letter you made for Peter last school year that you failed to give. Your grandmother looked at you and held your hands and said.

“ You can do it. This is it. ”

You nodded and smiled at her. She was right. He needs to know. It was now or never.

You made your way to the park. You got there earlier than expected which was strange. When you and Peter would eat out, even if you were the one that asked out he would always be the first to arrive at the meeting spot.

“ maybe he just want to finish the death star lego construction with Ned it was almost done anyway. ” you said positively. You looked at your watch.

4:55 pm.

Five minutes more. He was just late.

An hour had past. It seemed like an eternity. The sky has started to darken. You looked at your watch.

6:56 pm.

His not coming.

“ He’ll come. His just patrolling Queens right now. ” you said. With that you continued to wait.

At 7:30 you decided to make your way to his apartment. Maybe he was just busy doing homework and missed your text.

You looked up at the dark sky. And then you saw a figure swing buy. Two figures.

You followed it. As you got near it revealed more clearly who the two was.

It was Spider man and in his arms was … . . Liz.

You saw then drop by an Alley. You made it to the Alley and peaked.

Peter hung upside down as Liz stood infront of him. They were talking and laughing. Needles pierced its way to your heart. Thousand of needles stab its way to your chest. What happened next killed you.

Liz began to lower his mask on the half of Peter’s pace. Then she placed a warm kiss on his lips.

Like a sword, it stabbed you from behind and had you in a insane pain. Your eyes watered as your hands covered your mouth. A kiss was enough.

A kiss was enough to tell the Person the word “ I Love You. ”

A kiss was enough, to say that he loved her.

A kiss was enough, to tell you that you were to late.

You ran away as far as you could. Away from the scene. Away from the pain. Away from him. Away from Peter.

The starry night sky disappeared as it darkened and thundered.

“ Pitter, Patter. ”

The rain sounded as it fell.

You stood in the middle of a dark side walk. Under the rain. Numb and broken.

Your phone vibrated from your pocket you pulled it out as water hit its screen and on it showed a picture of Peter. You swiped the red icon indicating that you declined the call. Your phone’s lockscreen revealed your phone history.

150 messages and 50 calls from Ned, Michelle, and Peter.

You stared at the screen as you pressed the off button, shutting the phone down. You looked at your watch.

12:01 am.

It was past midnight. Yet you didn’t care.

The road was barely empty. You did something crazy without even nothing.

You walked towards the middle of the road.

You looked at the sky.

You smiled.

The sky cried with you.

You cried with your head up to the sky making your tears fall like waterfalls. You gripped the letter at your right hand.

You were too numb.

Too broken.

Too sad.

Too pained

To notice what was happening around you.

To notice the pair of headlights on your way.

The lights glowed brighter as it drew near. The rain’ made it impossible for the driver to see you. Then… . .

Peter held his phone as he stood in front of a corpse covered in a white blanket. His gaze landed on Michelle and your grandmother crying.

Michelle cried as she placed an arm on your grandmothers back and one on the clothed corpse. Your grandmother shouting pleads and begs for the clothed to wake up. Peter’s eyes landed on Ned on the other side. Crying. And before him was your father and mother hugging the corpse.

Your mother slowly removed the cloth from the corpse face.

It revealed a cold, lifeless Y/n.

Peter’s eyes watered as he gripped his phone and on the screen was your text message.

From: Y/nDaBestie😂😆

Hey, are you free? Let’s go eat out tonight. I got something to tell you. I’ll wait for you at the park. See you at 5.

Sent by Y/nDaBestie Yesterday.

He was so busy with Liz that he forgot you. He cried as he dropped on the floor as he stared at your dead body.

The days of past as your funeral began. Peter stood infront your coffin for the whole day. His Aunt May would beg him to rest and will comeback tomorrow. He did get rest but at the following day he will do the same routine. Stand infront.

He ignored Liz. He didn’t feel anything when she said her condolences. The last day of the funeral came and your burial came. Your grandmother watched Peter stand infront of your tombstone. Unmoving.

She stared at the familiar envelope in hand. She sighed and walked beside Peter who noticed her but didn’t turn.

“ Here lies Y/n L/n

a Loving daughter and a supportive friend. ( (birth year) - 2017 ) ”

Peter stared at the words on the rock.

“ Here dear. ” he saw your grandma hand him a crippled unopened envelope. She gave him a sad smiled. “ She wanted you to have it. ” she said as she patted his back and walked away.

Peter watched her leave and spun his attention back at the letter. It was adressed to him from You.

He tore it open and pulled out a crumpled letter. He then began to read its content.

Hey Peter!

I don’t know to say this in personal and I would probably faint if I did so I put it in a letter. So it goes like this, You and I have been friends for a very long time. We’ve had each other’s back for a quite a long time now.

You are the best thing that happened to me Peter. You didn’t make it hard for me to fall in love with you. Heres the dealio.

I Love You Peter.

I Love you so much. Not because your smart, not because spider man.

But because its you. I love everything about you. Every part and every flaw that you have. I’ve always loved you. I’ve always had.



With that, he pressed the letter on his chest hugging it close as he knelt before your stone and his tears dripping down his eyes.

Going Down

Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,113

Warnings: this is just pointless smut (oral sex – female receiving, fingering), and if you have a fear of elevators… this might bother you? Maybe?

Author’s Note: I have no freakin’ idea where this came from. It just happened. And I’m not sorry.

Originally posted by chaos-and-the-calm67

You sprinted towards the elevator doors as the ringer sounded. Finally. Another convention done. Not that you didn’t enjoy them, but being the main manager of these events made life… overwhelming. Especially since Supernatural was one of the largest shows on television.

That meant a lot of people to please, and even more people to piss you off.

Your back slammed against the far wall of the elevator as you let out a deep sigh. You unsnapped the top button of your royal blue dress shirt, shaking it a bit against the heat of the small hotel elevator. Your room was on the fourteenth floor, which meant you had to endure the heat for at least another minute or two.

Just before the doors closed, a body slipped into the tiny room, joining you. Your eyes shifted over to Jensen Ackles, the man you had met only four months before, when you were promoted to convention manager. He was a kind soul, quickly becoming your friend.

“You look worse than I do,” Jensen chuckled as he leaned against the wall, just inches from you. From the moment you two had met, he was more than willing to burst your personal bubble. You nodded, sliding down the wall slightly.

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Jughead x Reader Requested

Hello!! Could u try an angsty Jughead x reader fic? Maybe where it’s like he’s in a pissy mood for no reason and when the reader asks him what’s wrong he snaps at her and calls her annoying or something and it hurts her? Tysm ❤️

At the noise of my phone going off, I was snapped out of my trance of writing my English essay. Grabbing the phone, I checked who messaged me. Betty.

Just to let you know, Jug is in a really bad mood. Family issues I think xoxoxo.

A then a few emojis.

I sighed knowing how he gets when he is more angsty than usual.

Thanks for telling me, Bets. Love you, hun.

Just as I hit send Jughead walked into the house, going straight up the stairs to his room that my family gave him. He completely ignored my hello. It’s worse than the other times, I decided to go talk to him and invite him to Pop’s to help him.

Walking up the stairs, I heard him throw something in his room. Concerned, I quickly reached the boy’s door and knocked slightly.

“Go away.”

“Jug. Let me help you.” I said in a calm tone, not wanting to disrupt him further.

“I don’t need your help.” I peered into the room and glared at him. All I did was try to help him and he’s speaking to me in a tone of hatred.

Ignoring everything he said, I walked into his room.  As I got closer, he stopped moving around as much, but he still looked really annoyed. “What’s wrong, Juggie?”

“Maybe you’re what’s wrong. Ever think of that? If you’d stop being so god damn bitchy it would fucking help.” He turned away from me, walking toward the wall. He threw his beanie on his bed and ran his finger through his hair. I froze before tears threating to spill. I rushed out the door, slamming it.

After running a while, tears started to cloud my vision. He knew. He always knew. Yet he still called me that, that name. By the time I stopped running I was right in front of  Riverdale High. Walking to a corner that no one pays attention to, it contains cobwebs but I couldn’t care less about the disgusting feeling they left on my skin.

My eyes became dry and I spaced off into the distance, thinking about everything. Jughead had always known about my hatred of being called a bitch. He had always known about how an abusive person in your life called me that. He knew. And I trusted him.

My phone started to go off rapidly. The noise of the notification going off directing my eyesight to the light of the device. As expected they were all from Jughead, along with one from Betty asking if I was okay. I guess Jug told her. Opening my text messages, I marked them as unread and shut off my phone. If they called it would go straight to voicemail and wouldn’t ring, so I can be in peace.

I didn’t even want to think about him or anyone at the moment. All I can think about is those people who made me this sensitive to that word. It’s like everytime someone calls me that, I remember every thing with them all over again. And coming from Jug who knows about me being called a bitch is really shitty. It hurts more coming from someone I love.

“(Y/N)! Where are you!” I peered around my little corner, to see Jughead frantically running around. Archie was a few feet away from him, trying to calm him down.

Honestly, I don’t have the will power to talk to him right now. So I stayed in my little nook and waited to either be found or left alone. I preferred the latter.

At some point, Archie saw me because I heard him tell Jug that he was going home and my location.

Jug walked up to me and spoke in a softer voice than before, “Hey (Y/n), I’m so sorry.”

“You knew, Forsythe. You didn’t just forget. You knew but you still said it. That’s what hurts.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I got mad and you were just trying to help. I love you so much and I’ll do anything to make it up to you. I promise I’ll try to stop being such a terrible boyfriend, please (Y/n).” He pleaded, wiping the remainder of tears from my cheeks.

“Fine, but I’m wearing your beanie tomorrow.” I said giggling at the end of my sentence"

“Not fair, but okay.” He smiled down at me then, picked me up bridal style. “Now let’s get you home, princess.”

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Songfic: A thousand years

A/N: I’m sorry if this sucks. Really sorry.

Prompt:  For the songfics could you do 104 A Thousand Years by Christina Perri? Oh my gosh, that’s honestly one of my favorite songs, I’m so glad it was on the list. And for the fic could you make it fluffy please? Thank you! ☺️

Warinings: pregnancy, fluff, idiot Chris haha!


I exhale while I looked at him. He was so damn handsome. Even with that worry look in his face. Those sweet blue sky eyes… and the frown above them.

“So… what is it, babe?” Chris held my hands and kissed my knuckles.

“Chris, I… we…” I changed the direction of my life-changing speech “have only dated for a few months, we’ve had wonderful times together, I love you” I smiled, knowing that tears were close, really close to make their spectacular entrance.

“I love you too.” That’s the only thing he said “I think you knew that and I know that you love me, but I sense that there’s something else” I nodded and looked in my bag. I handed him a sonogram.

“I’m pregnant. I know that this wasn’t planned. I just found out and I’m terrified. Chris, please say something”. And out of the blues, I felt like… shit. He dropped my hand and ran his fingers through her barely-growing hair.

“Chris?” I insisted. He didn’t respond. I sighed. “Alright, then. I can’t imagine what you’re thinking, but when your girlfriend tells you she’s pregnant, you have to say something.” I stood up and made my way out of his place.


Chris didn’t stop me when I left. That made me so angry and sad. And angry again. It was a rollercoaster. I imagined that the news would turned out different. I hope it’d end differently. Now, he had been calling like crazy, but I wasn’t ready to face another rejection. Not for me, not to our baby.

I had told him that I was scared to death and he just stood there.

I felt so stupid for picturing the moment I told him in a totally different context. Him picking me up, making me spinning around. And I didn’t get a fucking word. I sighed looking at the photo on my desk. It was from our very first date. We had met on set. As a writer I got the chance to talk with the actors when they had questions about the script. And he had a lot of questions. Like, “would you like to go on a date with me?” and I said couldn’t even speak. I nodded.

Our date night was a mess. I was so late with the delivery of work that I forgot to call him to cancel. When I actually called him, he was outside of my house. I apologized over and over again. He just laughed and asked me to wait there. He picked me up in the office, took me to set. He had arranged everything. Someone was waiting for me with wardrobe and makeup. When I was ready. He had projected a night landscape on screen, the lights were almost off, making the atmosphere romantic and… special. Somehow, I knew that anything was going to be the same ever again. I had met the man of my life.

“Ok, tell something you’re embarrassed of?” he asked while he served another glass of wine.

“Are you for real? This is the first date I should impress you, not telling my weakness” I laughed and he looked at me, those penetrating and curious blue eyes were wondering in my being. It made me nervous. “What? Do I have something on my teeth?” I ran my tongue around my teeth and he just sighed. He didn’t lose his smile. Fuck. What was with him?


“Then?” I inquired.

“For the record I was already impressed before this date took place. Looking at you running on set, answering my questions patiently, I was impressed by you agreeing on this date. I just… I’m impressed by you. And I just pictured that I’ll find that out your embarrassing moments later, maybe in weeks, months or years. We’re going to know each other for a long time, y/n. I can’t wait to know you. Because to be honest, I want to.” I didn’t know what to say. To be honest, that was a speech. A breathtaking, beautiful and chilling speech. I bit my lips.

“I can’t dance” I murmured. He smiled “That’s something you should know. I… want to dance, but I just can’t.” he grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles. And that was how all began.

It’s corny and that’s what most girls would probably say after the first date with Capitan America. But I didn’t meet that facet of him. I met the pet lover and the sweet, funny Boston guy… where was him when I told him that there was a little person made by US growing inside me?

I guess that’s why my hopes were up. And amazing beginning, an unrealistic almost a fairytale story. But was it close to finish?

“Y/n? Do you have a moment?” my boss asked I nodded and he told me to go to the set. I put my ID and went down. The lights dimmed as I walked in. there was the same night landscape Chris and I saw in our first date. I looked behind and the doors was closed.

The spotlight made a way I started to follow. Flowers and candles everywhere. There was a shadow. I felt my heart racing I knew who it belonged to. Instinctively, my hand traveled to my not showing belly.

“What’s this?” I asked. He leaned and grabbed my hands, approaching me to his athletic body. He was using dark jeans and a dark gray sweater. I arched my eyebrow.

“I’m getting one step closer” I took my distance and put my arms around me.

“Chris… I don’t understand” I murmured. I saw the corners of his mouth getting up.

“Would you like to dance with me?” I look somewhere else as an ironic comeback. He knew that my abilities for dancing were closer to the floor than actually moving my feet. He didn’t let me answer, he grabbed me and started to smoothly dance. He, unlike me, knew how. His strong body guided my clumsy body.

“There’s no music” I tried to take a step back but he didn’t allow me to. It started a sweet melody by piano and violin. But it wasn’t from a record. I looked around and there was a band. “Chris?”

“A few years ago, I was the sexiest man alive. You know? Right now I’m only the stupidest man alive. I let the love of my life walk away from me with our baby.”

“Wait, what?” I inquired, this time, I took my distance. He was standing in front of me, he looked different. What did I miss?

“I love you. I loved you since the very first time I saw you running here, literally. I knew that you were the woman I needed to meet. That I needed to love. I have loved you since then and then I actually loved you and here we are. When we met, I asked you what embarrassed you the most. The thing I’m most embarrassed is letting you go, but” and suddenly, he knelt “I loved you. I love you, and I will always love you. I’m sorry I reacted that way, I’ll make it up to you and our baby. But right now, I just want you to know, that you’re not alone in this, y/n. I don’t have any doubts, when I look at you, everything disappear. Just, don’t be afraid, I’m not leaving you again. Let me love you forever, be my wife. y/n, will you marry me?” he opened a little red box. There was a ring on it. I was already crying.  

“Yes” I answered. “Yes, yes, and yes!” he stood up smiling and slid the ring on my finger.

“I’m so sorry, baby” I cried while he hugged me. He kissed me and knelt again. “Hi, baby, this is daddy. I just wanted you to know that I’ve loved you for a thousand years, and I’ll love you for a thousand more. Just like I love your mommy even when she’s the worst dancer ever.”

Crime Documentary List

I am a giant movie nerd, and I especially love documentaries. I have recommended a few of my favorite documentaries before, but I have recently been inspired to make a rather exhaustive list of my favorite crime documentaries that are available on Netflix. This list is for movies that are available on Netflix in the U.S. - I’m not sure which of them are available in other countries. Please reblog or comment on this post if you have recommendations!

*cracks knuckles* Alright…

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zayn & perrie: the timeline

hello, so i honestly don’t know what this is… it starts from when they first met until now. it’s just pictures, instagram screenshots, tweets, etc. basically anything involving zayn and perrie, including both families and some friends. it’s extremely long, but i think reading it from start to finish might help people appreciate their relationship. i’ll add to it whenever something happens. xoxo :)

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anonymous asked:

on a related note, might i ask, what is some of your fave queer literature?

I’m relatively new to queer literature, so i’ve mostly read newer stuff but i’ve had great findings so far! I read mostly YA and new adult fiction. Last year, i’ve read the Captive Prince series by C.S Pacat and absolutely loved it. The All for the Game triology by Nora Sakavic was also brilliant and stayed with me for a long, long time. E.M Lindsey is both a friend and a fantastic author, and her work has never failed to touch my heart and drown me in emotions. I’ve read and loved Verismo, Absolution and Endless Forever by her immensely! The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller was definitely one of my favorites as well. Gone, Gone, Gone by Hannah Moskowitz was also a really emotional novel that’s made me think about my emotions along the way, i definitely want to read more of her stuff. I’ve really enjoyed the In Focus series by Megan Erickson, i’ve read Trust the Focus, Focus on Me and Out of Frame, and i’ve the fourth of the series, Overexposed, on my downloaded and waiting to be read. Megan Erickson also wrote a series with Santino Hassel called Cyberlove, i loved the use of modern elements like social media in it, the series definitely had more emotions than i’d previously expected! Strong Signal and Fast Connection were definitely great reads, i’ve also heard that a third installment for series called Hardwired is on the way this month! That’s absolutely on my to read list. Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz was absolutely a treasure, i can name very few authors that could captivate me that much with their words! I’ve also really enjoyed Simon vs The Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli, it was really fun and lighthearted! Some other stuff on my to read list are I’ll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson, One Man Guy by Michael Barakiva, Openly Straight and Honestly Ben (coming this march!) by Bill Konigsberg, Glitter on the Garland by @julietsemophase, Everything Leads to You by Nina Lacour,  Tell Me Again How a Crush Should Feel by Sara Farizan, Colorblind by Siera Maley, You Know Me Well by Nina LaCour and David Levithan, Annie on my Mind by Nancy Garden, We Are the Ants by Shaun David Hutchinson, Hero by Perry Moore and many, many, many others! I’ve started reading queer lit last year so i’ve *a lot* to catch up on, but i’m slowly making my way through. :) This isn’t even delving into the classics and earlier stuff. I also insist on not reading queer tragedy, so that narrows my reading pool a bit.

ETA: I forgot to say this, if you have any recommendations to me i’m definitely all ears, please send them my way!