i wish i had a cool name


Following my AUs and Prompts List from a few months back, here is a compilation of my favorite sentence starters for all your writing needs.

Because most of them aren’t mine, credits are at the end.


“Marry me.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“You are not going without me.”

“I can’t believe you!”

“I swear it won’t happen again.”

“What did you say?”

“I’m not jealous.”

"You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“We can’t keep doing this.”

“Are you sure this is legal?”

“Isn’t this amazing?”

“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“Stay the night. Please.”

“You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

“Run away with me.”

“You did WHAT?”

“Quit whining.”

“Get outta my sight!”

“Why are you so annoying?”

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

"Never in a million years.”

“Don’t ask me that…”

“I might have had a few shots.”

“What’s with the box?”

“W- What are you doing?”

“Say it!”

“I could kiss you right now!”

“Are you done with that?”

“What’s going on here?”

“Stop pinning this on me! You started it!”

“It’s your fault we’re in this mess.”

“Did you do this on purpose?!”

“Kiss me.”

“Are you still awake..?”

“Excuse you?”

“This is all your fault!”

“I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

“Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!”

“I shouldn’t be in love with you!”

“It’s not fair!”

“I could kill you right now!”

“Knock it off!”

“Screw you!”

“You’re a complete moron!”

“I love this song!”

“I can’t be in love with you!”

“Make me.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“I hate you.”

“You are infuriating!”

“Just shut up already.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Bite me.”

“Eat me.”

“Kiss my ass.”

“Just admit I’m right.”

“Just admit you’re wrong.”

“You are being ridiculous!”

“That’s irrational.”

“Listen to me!”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Don’t yell at me.”

“That’s it. End of discussion.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You shouldn’t have said that.”

“Fuck you!”

“Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.”

“How dare you?”

“I dare you!” 

“It’s you, it’s always been you.” 

“Well this is awkward…”

“Just pretend to be my date”.  


“Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

“The planet is fine. The people are fucked.”

“I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.”

“You know what I like most about people? Pets.”

“Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?”

“What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.”

“I don’t hate you.. I just don’t like that you exist.”

“Love is the jelly to sunshine’s peanut butter. And if I tell you that I’m in sandwich with you, I’m not just saying it to get in your Ziploc bag.”

“Do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.”

“Did you really just insult Captain America in front of me?”

“Can I touch your boob?”

“It’s not that you’re wrong, exactly, you’re just extremely not right.”

“You shouldn’t be trusted with small children, should you?”

“Give me cake or give me death.”

“On a scale from, ’I can sometimes make important phone calls without crying’ to ’I have a stable job with a steady income, a spouse who loves me, a dog, and two kids who are screwed up minimally at worst’, how much of an adult are you?”

“You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?”

“Despite the cliche, it’s not me, it’s you.”

“Obviously you can’t tell a woman you just met that you love her, but it sucks that you can’t.”

“No, it was my fault for thinking that you might care.”

“When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then!”

“If you’re not scared, then you’re not taking a chance. If you’re not taking a chance, then what the hell are we doing anyway?”

“I think I’ve been holding myself back from falling in love with you all over again.”

“What have I told you about the toilet seat?”

“I tried to change the duvet and I got stuck inside.”

“I vote today to be a pajama day.”

“You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.”

“I don’t leave messages. If I wanted to talk to a machine, I’d talk to my VCR.”

“I can be flexible. As long as everything is exactly the way I want it, I’m totally flexible.”

“You know we’re suppose to be together. I knew it the first time I saw you, and you know it, too. I know you do.”

“Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”

“I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.”

“What I hear when I’m being yelled at is people caring loudly at me.”

“I am NOT crying, okay?! I’m allergic to jerks!”

“This would not happen if I had a penis!”

“That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.”

“All nighter, you and me. First one to fall sleep buys the other dinner.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever played spin the bottle.”

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”

“I’m ok, thank you. Just please, stop talking to me.”

“To the night you’ll never remember!”

“Excuse me, did the 12:15 bus come by already?”

“Could I sit here? All the other tables are full.”

“Are you meeting someone here? Because.. I think I’m that person.”

“You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”

“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

“Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his/her cake hole.”

“I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.”

“You better take care of that car or I swear I’ll haunt your ass!”

“This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.“

“It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

“I could do that, but could doesn’t mean would.”

“You cannot fathom the immensity of the fucks I don’t give.”

“You’re like, five feet tall. How you gonna reach me, shortie?”

"I recognize that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it”

“Do you need me to kill someone for you?”

“Look out where you’re going, asshole!”

“Fuck the sandwich guy!”

“I did not mean for stripping to come out of this.”

“The whole street is blocked off. The police won’t tell us anything, but I think there’s been some kind of attack… Maybe a bomb?”

“Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you.”

“I’m weird, you’re weird, we could have weird little babies and live weirdly ever after if it wasn’t for the fact I find you repulsive.”

“There is nothing wrong with planning a wedding with a video game character.”

“I’m gonna lay down and die for like half hour okay?”  

“There’s been some real friction in our friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save our friendships.”

“It’s midnight, what do you want?”

“I think I know how to use a bed.”

“If I wake up in the morning and I’m dead… Wait.”

“You are completely unfit to handle a child.”

“We have to get out of this place. It is EVIL.”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

“When in doubt curl into the fetal position and give up on life.”

“It’s not a double date, we’re just third and forth wheeling.”


“I have something to tell you…”

“I think I’m pregnant.”

“I’m pregnant!”

“When were you going to tell me that you’re pregnant?”

“You’re smart and successful with an adorable belly.”

“$50 bucks says it’s a girl/boy.”

“Pregnancy suits you…”

“Hello little one. We can’t wait to meet you…”

“I’ll just be in the bathroom throwing my fucking guts up because our unborn kid wants to be a dick!”

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet…”

“Shh… He/she’s sleeping..”

“I have a special surprise for you. Close your eyes and follow me.”

“No, no, no, no, no, we aren’t ready… We aren’t ready for kids yet!”

“Oh, gosh, I felt it! I felt a kick!”


“Your hair is so soft…”

“You’re so cute when you pout like that!”

“Just relax, I’ll wash your hair for you.”

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

“What, does that feel good?”

“HA! I found a weak-spot on you, didn’t I?”

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

“You are ridiculously comfortable…”

“I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…”

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“We should get a puppy!”


“Aren’t they beautiful?”

“These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.”

“Shooting star, make a wish.”

“It’s actually a comet, but I’ll still make one.”

“Imagine if it could always be this way, even in the city.”

“Never thought something so beautiful could exist in nature…”

“Wouldn’t it be cool to name a star after yourself?”

“Y'know, your roof may not be the safest place for us to stargaze.”

“This is why you made me drive three hours out into the middle of nowhere?”

“Is that a– Wait, no, just an airplane.”

“I wouldn’t mind falling asleep out here.


“Did you just… finish?”

“They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.”

“I’m not actually feeling anything.”

“Are you getting any closer?”

“Why do they make this look so easy in all those porn movies?! This hurts like fuck!”

“Did something just happen? You’re not turned on anymore.”

“Shit sorry, am I going too fast?”

“Wow, you’re hot.”

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“Hey, I’m open minded.”

“Keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

“I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

“I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?”

“I see someone’s happy to see me.”

“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

“You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Tell all those other guys/girls you don’t need them ‘cause you got me.”

“Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not be able to hold back.”

“Boobs are really just squishy pillows.”

“If you don’t get turned on by having your neck kissed somethings wrong with you.”

“Blasphemy! Sex solves everything.”

“I platonically want to have sex with you. No big deal.”


[text]: What do you want now?

[text]: Do you want to bet on that?

[text]: Guess who just got back in town.

[text]: So I might be in a hospital right now…

[text]: We can’t keep doing this anymore!

[text]: Come on, come to the party!

[text]: Can you pick me up from the bar? Too drunk to drive.

[text]: You have no clue how I feel so shut up.

[text]: I call bullshit.

[text]: You thought you could get away with that, didn’t you?

[text] I gave up great shower sex to be here so don’t say I never did anything for our friendship.

[text] Living alone for four weeks has given me unrealistic expectations of pantslessness.

[text] Also, my bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall.

[text] Who says no to sex and donuts?!

[text] I know what you did last summer…

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I know I always say my favourite character is Alix, but the truth is my actual ACTUAL SECRET FAVOURITE CHARACTER has no name, about 0.1 seconds screentime, and is probably long dead

The first and last words of each song on 1989.
  • Welcome To New York: walking through york
  • Blank Space: nice name
  • Style: midnight style
  • Out of the Woods: looking good
  • All You Had to Do Was Stay: people stay
  • Shake It Off: I shake
  • I Wish You Would: it's back around
  • Bad Blood: 'cause hey
  • Wildest Dreams: he said pretend
  • How You Get the Girl: stand the girl
  • This Love: clear to me
  • I Know Places: you stand with me
  • Clean: the drought was clean
  • Wonderland: flashing in wonderland
  • You Are In Love: one love
  • New Romantics: we're free
Okay, so here’s a recollection of the best day of my fandom life? #ECCC

I’m usually just here to make short, dumb, spazzy comments, so bear with me, because this will probably be long. However, I’ll try not to be too repetitive and remember the interesting parts. ;) Apologies if the pics are effing huge. I don’t do this posting thing - ever. hahah

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One Last Goodbye (Avengers X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengera

Warnings: Death, mourning. 

SUPER SAD!!!!!!!

Request: hello! I was wondering if you could write a reader x avengers where the reader died during a mission. Fury give Tony a USB key and told him to watch the video with the rest of the avengers. on the video the reader is talking about how much she loved them and tells each avenger little facts that she loved about them and she thanks them for being her family. I don’t know if that make sense.. sorry I’m french :) thank you if you write my request. bye, I love you xx

Originally posted by captainbuckybarness

Originally posted by crimson-oceans

It had been a month.

You had gone on a mission alone. They didn’t have a specific time for you to come back, and you were undercover, so the avengers didn’t bat an eyelid when you didn’t call in and didn’t come back in over a month. But then they heard the news.

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stardusted  asked:

plance: lance overhears pidge talking to hunk about her crush on him :)

Plance is love, Plance is life. Bless you for this request!

Written as part of my 300 Follower Celebration! Thank you again :D

“Fine. But look, you can’t say anything to Lance.”

There were two things in this universe guaranteed to make Lance stop in his tracks: the appearance of someone hot, and the words ‘You can’t say anything to Lance.’ When both were a factor, well, it’d take a herd of charging weblum to get him to move.

Lance plants himself right outside the open hangar door and scoots as close as he can to the edge without being seen. If Hunk or, Alfor forbid, Pidge, caught him eavesdropping, there’d be hell to pay. Resisting is impossible, though, now that he’s heard his name roll off of Pidge’s lips. He would never let it be said that he left his curiosity unsatisfied.

Not that he’d meant to be listening in on a conversation not meant for him. He’d been working with Coran up on the bridge and Coran had tried reaching Pidge and Hunk down in the hangar. When they hadn’t responded - it was obvious why, now - Lance had generously volunteered to take a break from staring at system maps and ask Hunk and Pidge for the diagnostic readout Coran needed.

Given the circumstances, he doesn’t think Coran will mind waiting just a bit longer.

“I won’t say anything to Lance you don’t want me to,” Hunk says. Lance pouts - he knows Hunk’s loyal enough to keep his promise, but Hunk’s also his best friend. How is Lance supposed to ‘accidentally’ find out about whatever Pidge is telling Hunk if Hunk doesn’t let something slip?

He hears Pidge take a deep breath. “Okay,” she says.

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If We’re Talking Bodies (Jeremy/Michael)

Summary: Michael is insecure about his stretch marks, but Jeremy loves them. (Me, chanting: TRANS MICHAEL MELL, TRANS MICHAEL MELL! Shoutout to @the-kin-and-i for helping me make sure I didn’t accidentally say something unintentionally offensive or anything while writing a trans character! And thanks to @bigirlgiggles who asked for some Jeremy kissing Michael’s tum content…Hope you enjoy!)

Warnings for mentions of body image issues, including dysphoria, and brief mention of transphobic parents.

Michael had never liked his body. Way before he even knew he was trans, he’d just…hated it. Not even just the biological part of it all, but everything from his stomach to his thighs was ugly to him.

His body was covered in birthmarks, scars, stretch marks, and so many symbols of the fact that he’d lived. But those symbols were what made him hate it. In his eyes, they only made his skin ugly.

Jeremy had always loved Michael’s body. Always wishing he was as tall or as strong or had a cool scar from falling off a skateboard like Michael did.

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Wet dreams and Nightmares || Dan Howell

A/N: I did not forget about this request. I really liked the idea and finally got to write it after I finished my series. Thank you to whoever requested this, I hope you like this. Part TWO

Word Count: 1.3K


There was a soft knock on the door. It was meant for only me to hear.  

“Come in.” I said. My voice was still rough since the knocking had just woken me from my sleep.

The door opened and there she stood in only an oversized t-shirt that stopped mid-thigh. There was light coming from the hallway but as soon as she entered my room the darkness swallowed her. It took a moment for me to realise that this was real and not just a dream.

“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” she shyly asked, wiping a strand of her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.

I swallowed hard before I nodded. Seconds later she lied down on the bed next to me and I felt her cold feet touch my warm ones. I let her have half of my blanket.

“Bad dream again?” I asked as she wrapped her arm around my upper body.

It was not the first time that something like this has happened. She’d been having bad dreams a lot recently and whenever she had another nightmare she’d knock on my door and ask if she could stay in my bed. It was nothing weird for us to do. I have been sharing an apartment with her and Phil for almost a year now. We were best friends and sleep overs are not unusual for best friends. That’s at least what I have been telling myself all the time. But in reality I was weirdly used to sharing a bed with her and waking up next to Y/N now.  It was almost strange when she wasn’t there in the morning.

“Yes, that tall giant just won’t stop chasing me.” She groaned and hugged me a little bit tighter as she probably replayed her nightmare in her head again.

“Thank you for letting me stay in your bed, Dan.” She whispered. I felt her warm breath fan my naked shoulder and suddenly I realised that it was a bad idea to not wear a t-shirt and just sleep in my boxers.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. It’s no problem.” I assured her and hoped that she wouldn’t notice the goose bumps her warm breath had caused on my naked skin.

It was true, I didn’t mind her staying over at all, but lately I started having dreams too. They weren’t nightmares but nevertheless I’d wake up sweating anyway. Those dreams made it very difficult for me to differentiate between reality and my dreams especially when she was lying in the bed next to me.  

“Goodnight, Dan.” she yawned as her eyes were falling close.

“Goodnight.” I mumbled and hugged her back before closing my eyes. Yes, we cuddled. I was always the big spoon. That was a perfectly normal thing that all friends would do. There was nothing unusual about best friends that cuddled nearly every night. That’s what I have been telling myself at least, but her body warmth and the smell of her hair was weirdly familiar to me and somehow I would always sleep better when I was sharing a bed with her.

It didn’t take long until she was sound asleep, her head resting on my shoulder. After taking a quick glance at her peaceful face I entered the land of dreams only to wake up again at 4am. I only realised that so much time had passed because the room wasn’t pitch black anymore. I didn’t know why I suddenly woke up from my dream, maybe Y/N had hit me with her elbow in her sleep. After rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I discovered that she was actually awake and staring at me. The look on her face was a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?” I asked confused, furrowing my eyebrows.

“Nothing.” She was quick to answer as a blush crept onto her cheeks.

“Are you sure because your face is telling me otherwise.” I responded, knowing that she was not telling the truth. I knew her well enough to know when she was lying.

“Did you have another bad dream?” I asked carefully, worried about her.

She slowly shook her head. “It wasn’t my dream…” she mumbled emphasizing the ‘my’.

My eyes widened in shook. “Wait a second. I- uhm I.“ I stuttered the images of the dream I just had floating back into my mind.

It was the kind of dream I’ve been talking about earlier. While Y/N suffered from nightmares I was having wet dreams. During the day I tried to convince myself that we were just friends, but during the night my mind wasn’t in denial anymore. My ears became red from embarrassment.

“You talked in your sleep.” Y/N told me, hiding her face behind her hair.

‘Please let this be a dream.’ I pleaded but after I blinked a few times the scenery in front of me hadn’t changed.

There was a lot of moaning happening in my dream and I wondered if I maybe even moaned her name. I was too embarrassed to ask her, but the look on her face gave away the answer to my unasked question anyway.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. It won’t happen again. I just- I don’t even know.” I waffled awkwardly, scratching the back of my neck.

“It’s no big deal, Dan. One can’t control one’s dreams, right? Let’s just go back to sleep and forget about it.” Y/n suggested.

I quickly agreed, flipped my pillow to the cool side and closed my eyes again. It was obviously an impossibility that I would be able to fall asleep again after moaning my best friend’s name in my sleep while she was in the bed next to me. It was even worse that this was not the first time that I had dreamed of her sexually. Let’s forget about it. I wish I could forget about it. I wish I could look at her the same way I look at all of my other friends. I wish I could say that cuddling with her didn’t mean anything to me. I wish I could stop remembering every detail about her and getting excited whenever I spend time with her. I wish I could stop wishing for her to come over in the middle of the night just because I didn’t want to sleep without her anymore. I just couldn’t.

“Y/N?” I carefully asked to check of she was still awake.

“Yes, Dan.” She immediately answered to my surprise. It almost looked like she couldn’t sleep anymore either.

“Do we have to forget about it?” I asked her and my heart was daring to jump out of my chest.

She turned around so she could face me and lifted her body up on her elbow.

“Dan, what do you mean?” she wanted to know, confused by my words that were not making any sense to her.

“What if I don’t want to be just friends?”

My question was followed by a long pause. Maybe the silence wasn’t actually that long, but it sure seemed like an eternity to me.

“Wait. Dan..” she seemed almost speechless.

I was about to hold a speech about how I know that my confession was a bit sudden and that I have been catching myself thinking about her all the time, but she was the first to say something again.

“Are you serious?” she wanted to know and looked at me intensively.

“One hundred percent.” I assured her, wondering where this was going.

“Then I might have a confession to make also.” She bit her bottom lip nervously before she continued.

“After I had the first nightmare and you let me sleep over, I faked having those bad dreams just so I could come over and cuddle with you.”

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here’s the promised angst ♡

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There were trees bursting with green leaves, their shade light enough to be warming and the amount small enough to be flourishing but not a forest. The cottage looked like a child’s dream; cream white walls were always concave or convex, never straight. A pink trim danced around the edges and the chimney looked like a triple layer cake that had half melted and then frozen again. The pathway was stone; large circles with stripes and dots fanning out from the center.

And there, seated on the wooden chair with no table, was the girl Aya had heard of.

Her grin was as bright as her skin was dark; the girl laughed and the sound rung through the mountain—valley—hill—whatever this place was. Aya didn’t know but the fact wasn’t as important as it might’ve been.

“Come out, come out,” the girl cajoled happily. “I can hear you moving around back there!”

Aya didn’t move from her place in the shadows. Here was the very person she was seeking, shining in the bright starlight, yet Aya felt paralyzed.

“You don’t have to run away.”

The voice—or maybe the wisdom that Aya sensed behind it—shocked her into speaking.

“I’m not running.”

“Well, not to him, certainly. Come on, come sit.” There was only one chair, but after Aya blinked there were two. She sat.

That, more than the hazardous journey or first spotting the girl, felt like freedom.

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be more chill sentence starters (part 1)

these are some quotes from each of the songs. feel free to edit pronouns/add names. trigger warning for sex, suicide mentions, and drug mentions, among more. part 2 here.


  • ❛ come on, go, go! ❜
  • ❛ i’m waiting for my porno to load. ❜
  • ❛ freaking out is my “okay”. ❜
  • ❛ i feel my stomach filling up with dread. ❜
  • ❛ god, i wish i had the skill to just be fine and cool and chill. ❜
  • ❛ i don’t want to be a hero. ❜
  • ❛ i don’t want to be special. ❜
  • ❛ i just want to survive. ❜
  • ❛ that is so awesome… i - i mean slutty! ❜
  • ❛ don’t touch me, tall ass! ❜
  • ❛ that’s not what i need right now. ❜
  • ❛ did you say something? ❜
  • ❛ my mack daddy game couldn’t be more limp. ❜
  • ❛ just clear your brain and move ahead. ❜
  • ❛ i don’t want to be a baller. ❜
  • ❛ how’s it hanging? ❜
  • ❛ you look like ass, what’s wrong? ❜
  • ❛ it’s all good. i saw on discovery that humanity has stopped evolving. ❜
  • ❛ that’s… good? ❜
  • ❛ evolution is survival of the fittest, right? but now, because of technology. you don’t need to be strong to survive! ❜
  • ❛ there’s never been a better time in history to be a loser. ❜
  • ❛ GAY! ❜
  • ❛ i like gay people. ❜
  • ❛ i’m never going to be the cool guy. i’m more the one who’s left out. ❜
  • ❛ i am not the one who the story’s about. ❜
  • ❛ why can’t someone just help me out? ❜
  • ❛ help me do more than survive. ❜


  • ❛ i love play rehearsal because it’s the best! ❜
  • ❛ i just use the word to emphasize a point. ❜
  • ❛ i am passionate a lot! ❜
  • ❛ i have mad, gigantic feelings, red and frantic feelings about most everything. ❜
  • ❛ where was i? ❜
  • ❛ life is easy in rehearsal. ❜
  • ❛ anywho, the point that i’m getting to is life can’t always work out in the way it works out in a play. ❜
  • ❛ no matter how hard i try it’s impossible to narrow down the many reasons why. ❜
  • ❛ i happiness cry as soon as it starts. ❜
  • ❛ most humans do one thing for all of their lives. ❜
  • ❛ i’ve got so many interests i wanna pursue. ❜
  • ❛ why am i telling this to you? ❜
  • ❛ my brain is like “bzzz”, my heart is like “wow”. ❜


  • ❛ i was a loser just like you. ❜
  • ❛ i was hopeless, i was helpless. ❜
  • ❛ i was so suicidal. ❜
  • ❛ then i got a SQUIP. ❜
  • ❛ you got quick? ❜
  • ❛ i’ve just never heard of it. ❜
  • ❛ this is some top secret, “can’t even look it up on the internet” shit. ❜
  • ❛ so it’s like drugs? ❜
  • ❛ it’s better than drugs. ❜
  • ❛ it’s preprogrammed. ❜
  • ❛ it helps you rule. ❜
  • ❛ right now you’re helpless, you are almost hopeless. ❜
  • ❛ then you’ll go from sad to interesting to hip, you’re whole life will flip! ❜


  • ❛ find the bad guy, push him aside. ❜
  • ❛ it’s a two player game, so when you make an attack, you know you’ve got a brother/sister/partner who’ll have your back. ❜
  • ❛ and if you leave your brother/sister/partner behind it’s lame. ❜
  • ❛ it’s an effed up world, but it’s a two player game. ❜
  • ❛ dude, you are cooler than a vintage cassette. ❜
  • ❛ it’s no big, because you and i are a team. ❜
  • ❛ nobody here appreciates. ❜
  • ❛ guys like us are cool in college. ❜
  • ❛ this is what we do, we make it a two player game. ❜
  • ❛ as losers we have fought together for years. ❜
  • ❛ know that you are my favorite person, that doesn’t mean that i can’t still dream. ❜
  • ❛ is it really true that i’m your favorite person? ❜
  • ❛ we’re never not going to be a team. ❜


  • ❛ target in accessible. ❜
  • ❛ please excuse some mild discomfort. ❜
  • ❛ woah, woah, woah… i’m fine. i just – ❜
  • ❛ discomfort level may increase. ❜
  • ❛ welcome to your super quantum unit intell processor… your SQUIP. ❜


  • ❛ take your hands out of your pockets. ❜
  • ❛ fix your posture. ❜
  • ❛ all your nerdiness is ugly. ❜
  • ❛ all your stammering’s a chore. ❜
  • ❛ fix your vibe, then fix some more. ❜
  • ❛ no, stop. ❜
  • ❛ everything about you is so terrible. ❜
  • ❛ everything about you makes me want to die. ❜
  • ❛ you will be more chill. ❜
  • ❛ first thing’s first, go buy a new shirt. ❜
  • ❛ it’s better if you just comply. ❜
  • ❛ just step and fetch, don’t ask me why. ❜
  • ❛ how are you with math homework? ❜
  • ❛ i’m made of math. ❜
  • ❛ you’re a slob. ❜
  • ❛ you shop here? ❜
  • ❛ you look sexy. ❜
  • ❛ is that a girl’s shirt? ❜
  • ❛ it’s still painful. ❜
  • ❛ hey, hamlet. be more chill. ❜


  • ❛ do you wanna ride? ❜
  • ❛ if this is going to work, you need to do as i instruct. ❜
  • ❛ wanna go far? ❜
  • ❛ don’t you say no. ❜
  • ❛ we’ve gotta stop for frozen yogurt first. ❜


  • ❛ you can’t just listen, you have to obey. ❜
  • ❛ repeat after me: ____. ❜
  • ❛ everything about me is just terrible. ❜
  • ❛ everything about me makes me wanna die. ❜
  • ❛ everything about you is going to be wonderful. ❜
  • ❛ you won’t feel left out or unsure. ❜
  • ❛ you won’t be ugly anymore. ❜


  • ❛ ow! ❜
  • ❛ i was just gonna… check my email. ❜
  • ❛ you can’t lie to me, ____, i’m inside your brain. ❜
  • ❛ still not gonna be the cool guy, but maybe not so left out. ❜
  • ❛ i might be the one who the story’s about. ❜
  • ❛ all in all, a not so heinous day. ❜
Nicely Done

My sister from across the Pond is sick, so I wrote her a sickfic. Feel better @mrsmcrieff love you bunches! This is pure fuff with one naughty word. Big thanks to @mizjoely for her extraordinary beta skills! Enjoy ~Lil~

Molly woke up with the driest mouth in history and Sherlock’s voice echoing in her pounding head. I must be dreaming…

“You’re not dreaming, Molly. Now that you’re awake, I need you to get dressed and come with me,” he said, sounding more than a little annoyed.

Noooo,” she grumbled, rolling away from the man who had invaded her home to wake her in the middle of the night. “I can’t breathe!” It felt like her sinuses were currently occupied by a small family of angry badgers.

“Of course you can breathe, don’t be melodramatic. I will carry you if necessary!”

“I’m sick, Sherlock! Have you no heart?” she whined as he tugged away her covers and a blast of cool air hit her overheated body.

He chuckled and started pulling up her by the arms. “You know for a fact that I don’t. Get up! You may be a little sick, Molly, but Mrs. Buffy Bracegirdle is quite dead and I’m one lab test away from solving her murder.”

She sat up on the edge of her bed, her head spinning and said, “You made that name up.”

“I did not. We need to pull the autopsy report and when we do, you’ll see that she was aptly named. I imagine she was very well acquainted with all sorts ‘slimming garments’. Not unlike my brother.” He helped her to her feet then, with one arm around her waist and the other on her forearm, guided her to the bathroom. “If you’d been working like a good little pathologist rather than taking the day off, I would have it solved by now.” With a wave of his hand he added, “Now, make yourself presentable.”

Ten minutes later Molly had cleaned her teeth, washed her face and brushed her ratty hair. She walked into her kitchen in search of food to find Sherlock going through her laptop. “I just changed the password, Sherlock!” she moaned as she poured herself a glass of juice. After taking a drink, she immediately spit it into the sink. “Blah! Toothpaste and orange juice!” Giving up on the prospect of food, she turned back to the consulting annoyance sitting at her kitchen island. “Just let me change and I’ll be ready.”

He jumped up, forgetting his computer hacking for the moment, and grabbed Molly by the arm. “You look fine. Let’s go.” Then he dragged her toward the front door.

“I’m in my jammies, you idiot!” she said, jerking out of his hold.

“It’s the middle of the night, Molly. No one will see you. Now come on, we’ve wasted enough time with all your primping and juice spitting.”

No one would see her? Of course not, no one except the dishy security guard, Fernando. Every time she saw him, she thought of Lady Gaga. Great, now my splitting, mucus-filled head has a song stuck in it. Walking into the lab in her fuzzy pink panda pajamas (feeling very lucky that he’d let her put on shoes), she immediately pulled the report he needed,confirming that deceased was indeed named  ‘Buffy Bracegirdle’. Poor woman. “Now what do you need me to do?” she asked.

“Just sit and try not to contaminate anything,” he said as he took the report from her.  

He only needed her clearance for this one, thank God! If she had to look into a microscope she thought she might be sick…er. Sitting down in the darkest part of the lab, she leant against the cool wall. I wish I’d taken something before I left, she thought as she watched him fluttering around from one station to another. A cold chill shuddered through her body, followed by a coughing fit. Sherlock didn’t seem to notice, he was in the zone. She closed her eyes and decided to try to get some sleep. She was out within a matter of minutes.

Some time later she woke up coughing again, her throat rough and sore. “I’m going to make some tea, Sherlock,” she said as she passed him. “You want anything?”

“Coffee,” he replied without looking away from his notes. “Black, two sugars.”

She smiled and shook her head.

It took her fifteen harrowing minutes to make the beverages. Twice she had to sit down because she felt dizzy and lightheaded, but she finally made it back into the lab, cups in hand. “Here you go.” She sat the coffee next to his notebook and wandered back to her spot. He didn’t seem to have noticed. He was alternating between messing with the microscope and his mobile. Molly drank about half of her tea, enjoying how the warm beverage felt on her throat but, unfortunately, her fever seemed to get even worse.

Once the tests confirmed his deductions, Sherlock messaged Lestrade and called out for Molly. She didn’t answer. He looked around the lab and finally found her propped up in the corner, asleep. As he got closer he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. Damn, she really is sick, he thought as he put his hand on her forehead. “Molly…”

She opened her eyes a fraction.

“You’re hot.”

“I’ve always wanted to hear you say that,” she said with a half smile.

“And loopy. Let’s get you home.” He helped her up and walked her to the door.

“What about Miss Pantygirdle? Isshe still dead?” she slurred.

“Yes, her younger sister laced her insulin with poison, just as I thought,” he explained as they walked toward the lift.

“That’s not very nice.”

“Murderers aren’t generally nice, Molly.”

“Jim was nice,” she said dreamily.

Sherlock stopped walking so abruptly that she almost fell forward. “What?” he asked, as he steadied her. “Moriarty was…”

“Mmhmm… I was crying about something once… what was is? My dad?” She looked at him as if he might know, then shook her head. “No, it wasn’t that. I think maybe I got hurt or something…” She trailed off, looking confused. “Anyway, doesn’t matter, he made me hot cocoa with little marshmallows. He even watched telly with me. Course he was only nice when he needed to be.” She shrugged and giggled, then her eyes went wide. “I feel funny,” she said just before passing out.

Sherlock caught her easily and picked her up, carrying her to the lift. As he pressed the button for the ground floor, never took his eyes off of the woman in his arms.

He felt like the world’s biggest arse.

Molly woke up once again parched, though her head felt better and her fever seemed to be lower. Looking around her room, she noticed that something was very much wrong. How the fuck did I end up in Sherlock’s bed? Sitting up, she realised that her jammies had been exchanged for an oversized tee shirt. Bloody hell! Then she heard voices.

“…left a hospital! A place where they heal sick people, by the way, and brought Molly to your flat, to your bed? Have you lost your mind?”

Why is John here? she wondered, looking around the room for her clothes.

“She’s got a cold, John, not a severed limb,” she heard Sherlock reply.

“She passed out, Sherlock! You had to carry her to the cab AND into your flat! The fact that no one stopped you either says something about society or what people have come to expect from you. I find both possibilities disturbing.”

“You would,” the detective responded with a loud snort.

“According to you, she didn’t even wake up when you changed her clothes. Which we need to talk about later, by the way.”

“Why?” Sherlock sounded confused even through the closed door.

Why? Because you don’t undress unconscious women, you awkward fuck!” John shouted.

Okay, that was enough! Molly looked around until she found a dressing gown (her clothes were nowhere in sight). After rolling up the sleeves, she opened the door and walked down the hall. The feuding friends were in the kitchen. John looked guilty; Sherlock looked smug.

“Where are my clothes, Sherlock?” she asked calmly.

“Mrs. Hudson’s washing them. They were soaked with perspiration.”

“Just say sweat, you pretentious git!” John said as he stood. He walked to Molly and put the back of his hand against her forehead. “I don’t think you still have a fever, but let me double check.” He turned  to Sherlock and said, “You’re an idiot,” as he left.

“What happened?” Molly asked as she sat down.

“You passed out. I brought you here and took care of you. What do you remember?”

“The lab. A girdle… I think and something about insulin? Was my blood sugar low?”

“No, though I imagine you should try to eat something. The insulin was to do with the case.” He paused and looked her over. “You were just dehydrated. Once I got you home… er, here, I managed to get your fever down.”


He rolled his eyes. “I sat with you in bed, kept cold flannels on your neck and chest and made you sip water,” he explained. “I don’t think you ever fully woke up.”

“Oh… that was… sweet.”

He nodded casually, but for the briefest of moments gave her a look that she simply couldn’t place. She felt like she was missing something. Just then John came back into the room, fussing about her temperature and shoving a thermometer in her face.

“Well, you’re normal,” he announced after reading it. “Unlike Dr. Holmes here. Just take some paracetamol if it spikes again. I’m heading out if you want me to drop you home.”

She stood, quickly followed by Sherlock. “No, she’ll be staying,” he said.

“Oh, that’s not necess…” Molly started, only to be interrupted by John.

“Can I talk to you… privately?” He motioned with his head toward the sitting room.

Sherlock didn’t budge. “No. You can go so that I can see to Molly’s recovery. You’d just send her home, alone? What if she gets dehydrated again, what if…?”

“She wouldn’t have gotten dehydrated in the first place if you hadn’t dragged her to the lab in the middle of the night!” John insisted.

“Really, I’m…” she tried to interject, but it wasn’t happening. They were on a roll; she felt like she was watching tennis match.

“You know, I shouldn’t have even phoned you, John. All you’ve done is harp and judge.” He turned to Molly. “He insinuated that I did something improper by undressing you. How absurd!”

“She’s your pathologist, Sherlock, not your girlfriend! You can’t just go around undressing women against their will!” John shouted.

“She’s not just my pathologist, you angry little troll! She’s my Molly! If she’s sick, I’ll take care of her. If she’s sad, I’ll make her smile. If anyone has the right to remove sweat-soaked clothes from her person, it’s me! And if you’d just have left when you said you would, I could have told her all of this in private!”

Silence descended on the kitchen in 221B Baker Street. Molly was staring at Sherlock, John was staring at Molly and Sherlock couldn’t seem to decide where to look. He finally settled on the floor.

“Well then,” John said. “Ah, I’ll just…” He started to leave, but stopped in the hallway and turned around. “You could’ve just said you fancied her, you know.” Then he left with a wink.

Sherlock glanced up at Molly, then back to the doorway where John had just disappeared. “I’ll  go check with Mrs. Hudson about your clothes.”

Molly grabbed his arm to stop him. “What happened last night?”

“What do you mean?”

She moved closer (but not too close, considering that she was sick and probably had breath that could kill a small mammal). “I mean, something’s different, something happened. What?”

“I did wake you in the middle of the night, Molly. John was… right, I suppose. But I’ll never tell him that,” he said. “I’ll fetch your clothes and see if Mrs. Hudson has anything to eat. I certainly don’t.”

“Okay. I didn’t do anything stupid, did I?” she said as she started to sit in a kitchen chair. “I can’t remember much…”

“Don’t sit there!” he nearly shouted causing Molly to jump back to her feet. “Ah, it’s… the settee would be more comfortable.” He took her hand and led her into the sitting room.

She was starting to feel dizzy again, but she thought it might have more to do with Sherlock’s strange behaviour and… what the hell did he mean by ‘his Molly?’. Thankfully, she was seated by then and her head started to clear before he returned.

“Hot cocoa,” he said, handing her a mug.


“Mrs. Hudson didn’t have any marshmallows.” He sat next to her. “She’s making you cheese on toast, hope that’s okay.”


“Your clothes are in the dryer, shouldn’t be much longer. But you’re welcome to wear my…”

Sherlock!” she interrupted. “What is going on? What did you mean and why are you treating me like… like…”

“I can be nice!” he said loudly. “I’d like to be nice… to you.”

Smiling, she took a sip of cocoa. “So, I’m not just your pathologist anymore?”

He shook his head. “Apparently not,” he answered with a smirk. “Shall we see what’s on the telly?”

“Sure.” Molly leaned back on the sofa while Sherlock found the remote.

An hour later, she was fed and snuggled up against the detective watching the end of The Great British Bake-Off. She looked up at him; he actually seemed interested in the programme, even though she knew better. “Thank you, Sherlock,” she said with a tired smile and started to sit up.

“You don’t have to leave.” He tightened his grip around her shoulder. “Don’t you want to watch Come Dine With Me? It’s coming on next.”

“I need the loo.” She got up then said, “I’d rather watch Ripper Street, though.”

“That sounds like fun. What’s it about?”

“Exactly what you think,” she answered. “And Sherlock, this has been really nice.”

By the time Molly had finally fallen to sleep (across Sherlock’s chest), they had not only watched Ripper Street (which he found delightful) but an episode of Grantchester and two Midsomer Murders. He hadn’t enjoyed the cooking show, but the others were… interesting. What was even more interesting was the the feeling of Molly’s warm little body pressed against his.

“Molly, come on. Let’s go to bed,” he said as he adjusted his arm.

Noooo. I’m warm,” she grumbled, not opening her eyes. “Just a little longer then I’ll go home.”

Sherlock stood and picked her up then carried her to his room. “You are home, Molly,” he said as he laid her down.

“Hmmm?” She yawned and rolled over.

Sherlock pulled out his mobile, which he hadn’t looked at all night, to find a text from his best friend.

Is she still there? -JW

Yes, Sherlock replied. And she’s fine. No fever.

Is she in your bed again? -JW

Not that it’s any of your business, but yes.

Nicely done, Sherlock. -JW

With a smirk, he put his phone on the table and got dressed for bed. Climbing into bed, he pulled Molly against his chest, where she belonged. As he drifted of to sleep listening to her soft snores, he vowed to never again drag her out in the middle of the night for a case. Besides, there were much more pleasant things to do at such times.

Thanks for reading. ~Lil~

bad hamilton theory: that maria reynolds masterminded the reynolds affair

first of all, she stands to gain what??? some money?? hamilton wasn’t exactly raking in dough how much can he really cough up

second, it means that her distress in “say no to this” is completely fabricated and that she’s actually a Lying Whore™ which is just fantastic

third, at the time of their affair, hamilton was a well-educated and influential 36 yr old lawyer married to one of the richest families in the country and close to the president. maria reynolds was 23, had a newborn baby, could barely spell her own name, and suffered an abusive, manipulative husband for years before finally filing for divorce. but sure, it’s all on her

furthermore, maria was desperately in love with and afraid for hamilton, and when she got word that her husband james was returning to new york, she wrote to hamilton: “Oh my God I feel more for you than myself and wish I had never been born to give you so mutch [sic] unhappiness”

there’s nothing “badass” about assigning all the blame onto maria, it doesn’t make her look Cool and Powerful, it just absolves hamilton (and james! who called his own wife a whore for arranging her adultery!) of the mistakes he made and the part he had in the manipulation of a young woman

reunions galore

Here it is. I’ve gotten so many positive responses about writing this fic… so I did! The following occurs as if the events of Carry On didn’t take place.

word count: 2.1k

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Fifteen years since I stepped foot into this room. Fifteen years since I saw these people. Fifteen years since I saw him. Simon Snow. The chosen one. 

Crowley, just the thought of him threw me back into the needy, angsty teenager that fell in love with him. I scold myself for my sappy thoughts, as I have so many times throughout the past years. It pains me to think about him, so I don’t. I tell myself that if I ever saw him again, I wouldn’t be the same Baz as before. But there’s no predicting what’ll happen when he walks through those doors.

I’m not sure why I even came. I don’t want to be here. I’m not even sure if I want to see Simon. Give it time, he’ll be here. With that Wellbelove. They’ll waltz in, golden hair and all, with their very own blue eyed blond-haired child, chipper and adorable. Of course. It’ll be like a punch to the gut.


“Cherry! You get back here!” I run a hand anxiously through my hair. As if the events of this morning weren’t enough, Cherry couldn’t seem to get it together enough to behave herself. Now, usually, I am a lenient dad, which I pride myself in, but today is different. It’ll be the first time in years I’ve seen some of these people, and I have to look good. And so my daughter will have to also.

We walk through the doors. Cherry and I spend a good amount of time meandering around the room, as I catch up with old schoolmates. Not friends, I only really had Penny in that, and she’s in America still. I don’t blame her for not coming, though the support would’ve been nice. Soon, I realize that I’ve lost sight of Cherry. I rush around the room, searching, until I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I whirl around, met by none other than Tyrannus Basilton Grimm Pitch, my sworn enemy. I chuckle, either at his long, oh so long name, or at the fact that I just called him my ‘sworn enemy.’ We’re grown men now, surely that won’t still burden us.

“Snow. I think you lost someone.”

Next thing I know, Cherry runs from behind his back, hugging my legs tightly.

“She has your eyes, you know that?” Baz comments offhandedly, not meeting my eyes, but gazing soulfully over my shoulder. He is tall. Even taller than he was in school. His legs go on for miles and he’s wearing dark, nearly black jeans. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and I notice a gold ring on his pinky finger. 

It’s his face which has changed the most. His cheekbones and jaw are defined the most, but he no longer looks hollow or sick. And his hair. In place of what used to be long, luscious locks, his hair was short. It’s still longer on the top, but no where close to what it used to be.

“Really,” I stutter. “Everyone says she has Agatha’s. My hair, but her eyes…”


Crowley, this is a sucker punch to the gut. My cheeks are flushed, and I regret feeding fully this morning.

“No, your eyes aren’t quite as spectacular. Actually, they’re perfectly regular,” I explain, after taking a deep breath.

“Oh really?,” Snow chuckles. “You seem to have thought about this in quite depth.”

That is a byproduct of being in love, Snow, I think. Instead, I say, “I spent an ungodly amount of time cooped up with you at Watford, Snow.” I pause, waiting for him to respond, the add, under my breath, “that’s all.” I glance down at Cherry, golden curls and regular blue eyes. She even has the scattering of moles like Snow. Not a trace of Agatha in her at all.

I inhale sharply. “So you and Agatha then?”

“Actually… not anymore.”

“Oh?” Crowley, this is painfully awkward.

“Yeah, we were married… too soon after Watford,” he begins. “We had Cherry. That was seven years ago. But, you know, after that, it wasn’t working out… Sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this. And you? Of all people!” He laughs a forced laugh. “Anyway, long story short, we’re not together any more.”

“Ah, I see,” I sigh. I’m not sure whether this is my best dream or my worst nightmare. Snow is single and Agatha is out of the picture. But at the same time, I know I’ll regret not… starting anything. I don’t know what I’m thinking.


I wonder what he’s thinking. I wonder what his life has been like. I genuinely do. I never thought I would, but, dare I say… I’ve missed him. It shocks me more than anything before.

“So, do you have anyone?”

“Ha,” he laughs a sharp, short laugh. “No, actually. I’ve dated some, but, nobody stood out.” He shrugs.

“I see. Still waiting on the perfect girl?” I reply, attempting to stimulate the conversation.

He really laughs at this. A full, hearty laugh. “No no no. Not a girl.”

“Oh– I didn’t– You–?” I stammer. What am I doing. He’s going to think I’m even more of an idiot.

“I’m gay. Yeah…”

“Cool.” I don’t know what part of my brain thought that that was how I should respond.

He nodded and turned to go. I wish I’d stopped him. I don’t know why. But before I could decide to make a move, he was gone, enveloped by the hub of people. But at the same time, emerging from that hub of people, was Agatha. Cherry left my side and ran to her. 

We exchanged polite conversation. Due to Cherry (and all that name before) we actually had kept quite in touch. After all the necessary comments had been said, I said goodbye to Cherry. I’d see her soon enough, but for now, she’d go with Agatha.


I think and think. I scold myself for not being more gutsy. My head spins, as I recreate his springy curls and blue, blue eyes, bronze skin, and constellation of moles in my imagination. I’ve done this so many times, it seems like second nature. Automatic. 

But he was really just across the room. Simon Snow, golden boy, chosen one. I could have him now. No I couldn’t. I could hear Fiona talking in my thoughts, urging me to do something stupid. I rise slowly from the sofa I sat on and wander through the crowd.

Inevitably, I bump into Snow, alone now.

“I can’t seem to escape you,” I sneer. “It’s Watford all over again.”

He doesn’t respond with words. Only with a distracted scan of my face…


I slowly trace the edge of his jaw with my gaze. His skin isn’t quite as grey as I remember, but glowing browner now. His eyes dance, avoiding eye contact. His hair, though, is just as I remember. Dark ebony locks that fall across his face, and beside his ears. He doesn’t bother to slick it back and it looks so much better this way.

In all of this – so much to take in – I am too distracted to respond to… whatever he said.

“Use your words, Snow,” he teases.

I snort and watch his slender hands as he fiddles with his watch. It’s a nice watch. He has nice hands.

“Do you want to visit Mummers House? I feel like visiting my old room,” I propose.

“Sure… Mind you, it is our old room.” To this I reply only with a shrug.


The grounds are quiet. The school year is over, so the dorms are all empty of students. And all the alumni are inside, catching up and all that. The sun is long gone. Our steps fall into a rhythm and our arms swing in unison. Starlight shimmers off the top of his messy array of curls. It’s so like him. The effortless attitude. The relaxed composure. I don’t even bother to question why he invited me. Because I’m too tied up in the scattering of moles that stuck out against his skin, even in the darkness.

When we arrive at our room, the door swings open effortlessly. We instinctively both take to our own beds. The room is the same. The furniture is the same. It all feels the same.


I see the house, and this room, in a whole new light – or lack thereof. Baz’s angular facial structure casts long shadows across his face as he half-glances out the window. 

This might be entirely out of order to ask him – Baz! Of all people. Nevertheless, I ask anyway. “How’d you know? That you were gay, that is.”

He smirks, with a light chuckle. “You are the last person I’d tell.”

“Why?” I say, attempting not to sound too offended. “Because we were ‘archenemies’ in school?”

“Actually…” he begins, flopping down onto the bare mattress and turning his head to face me. “Actually, it’s quite the opposite.”


It takes him a moment to process my comment. I wonder if he ever will, after a while. He’s not speaking, but, at this point, that’s nothing new. He’s just scanning me up and down, and at this point, I’m starting to feel uncomfortable.

Next thing I know, he’s risen and taken a step towards my bed. Then (how anticlimactic) he drops to the floor, and sits, back against his bed.

I raise an eyebrow, though I’m sure he can’t see… but follow in suit. Now we sit, a foot apart, staring across at each other through empty space, charged with magic. I know we can both feel it.

We don’t talk anymore. All that there was to say has been said. It’s as simple as that. Nevertheless, I, of course, want to hear about his life. I want to hear about his house, his job, Agatha, Cherry. I don’t care what hurts me anymore.


We’ve talked about me. I don’t want to think about any of it now. Surprising to me, I want to hear about Baz.

“Snow,” he breaths, avoiding eye contact and bowing his head. Dark, ebony hair falls across his face. On an impulse, I scoot forward and flip it back, exposing his face, clear and bright in the moonlight.



“What?” I sputter, not leaning back away from him, but rather closer. And he lets me.

“That’s my name, Basilton,” he giggles.

“I know that’s your–”

“So use it!” he giggles again, putting a hand on my shoulder and pushing it playfully.

“Why not?” I concede. “Simon.”

Then, I do something daring, and take his hand. While one was rested on my shoulder, the other hung by his side, near my knee. His fingers are warm, and not bony like mine, and he happens to be very good at handholding.


He takes my hand! A rush of exhilaration runs through my body, making my face feel warm and red. I chuckle slightly. I don’t know why. Perhaps it’s still my way of reliving all the emotions that bubble up inside of me. I caress his hand and I can feel the cool of the thin, gold ring that he wore on his right pinky finger.

I can feel him tentatively pulling me forward. I’m not sure how this is happening but it is and my head is spinning. It would be easy to just pull away and walk off, but that is so unbelievably far from what I want. I stay. I let him tug on my hand, and I lean in closer.

We’re millimeters apart, nose to nose. But he doesn’t kiss me. I’m waiting for it. I can feel his lips on mine already.

Soon enough, the anticipation is killing me, so I close the gap.


His lips are pressed against mine, warm and smooth. I let go of his hands and press them against his face, running my fingers all along his cheeks as I kiss him back.

He’s doing something with his jaw, moving it back and forth against mine. I let him go, running a hand down his back. This is too good to be good for me. We’ll both leave in the morning and who knows when I’ll see him again.


“Baz,” I mutter.

“Simon,” he replies. He uses my name. Not Snow. Not anything else. I love that sound coming off his lips. The sound of my name. I love the feel of my lips on his lips.

He smiles and I kiss him harder.

the-munchkin-knight  asked:

Helloooo it's me again!!! Thank you so much for doing the Alt!MC request! I hope you find Dead Sara music fun xD Hiw about DJ MC dropping the basssss! You can do all RFA + V and Saeran. Hahahaha I'm imagining Jumin will just stand in the crowd while everyone's losing their shit xD Love your blog sooo much!!!

greetings and thanks m8erino, i’m glad you liked it enough to request something else! ^~^  yesyes i’ve been obsessed with them the last week lol 


  • He checked out the DJ club at his school once, but he thought it looked too complicated so he didn’t join
  • Now he wishes he did! You looked and sounded so cool!
  • Probably too shy to dance much untill he had had a few drinks
  • After that, he was too drunk to dance and just ended up crying in a corner tbh


  • bOI
  • Full on breakdancing
  • Spinning around, doing the worm - if you can name it, he can do it


  • Was just standing there awkwardly
  • “MC I don’t know how to dance”
  • You grinned and put on a Kung Fu Fighting remix so she could show off her judo skills
  • You were impressed by those high kicks in heels
  • (for some reason the gif i found doesn’t seem to work, i’m sorry - if you really want to know see you can google “judo dance gif”, it’s the last gif on the third row)


  • ?? What were you doing ??
  • “Just have fun, Jumin!”
  • Awkward dad dancing
  • I truly believe that he could breakdance if he tried bc of the April Fools dlc yo


  • This nerd had been ready to hit the floor since you walked into the room
  • Dabs everytime the beat drops
  • Probably dancing the hoky poky, single ladies, can can or macarena


  • Would probably use his sunglasses to his advance and go all Elvis
  • You know that Obama dance
  • A slightly cooler dad than Jumin


  • Doesn’t know how to dance
  • “Why are you interrupting the music?”
  • “It’s called DJ-ing, want to try?”
  • “No. Can I go home?”
  • Please save him


Quick lil sketch for @psukho ~

Sooooo…. what to say ? First sorry P for posting this cause you still didn’t make it official but well…. you shouldn’t show me awesome design like that ! And I had some time at the airport anyway..
And second : thank you <3
It was wonderful to meet you, to hang out with you, to speak english with ya even if we’re both french, to talk all the night until the parents were coming to complain about us, to joke about… your know, to create An and develop him, to draw together, to laugh and laugh so much that I was coughting ! To spoil you about my stories, to be spoiled about your stories, to see you scream by reading the rp with PT, to be able to hug you despite my fears, to totally trust you, to smile and just enjoy being two friends together <3

That’s not over… I know ! I’m moving, but I’ll come back to France next summer… but geez it will be long until then :’>

So until then, stay determined, sweetheart. You can do it ! You can become a great doctor like you want to be ! And smell like this creepy human that is-… Anyway !

Thank you for everything, hun, I’ll feel lonely in Reunion Island without you :’3
Stay as awesome as you are, you’re a wonderful friend ! *hugs*

… I’m not a crybaby, just sensitive ;;;
Don’t you dare cry by reading this !! And enjoy the replies to the rp !! HAHA !!

… :’>


Hey AvAc friends!

I guess it’s already been found out, but I’m immensely proud to announce that I voice Amadeus Cho aka Totally Awesome Hulk in Avengers Academy! :)

Like, you don’t even know! Haha. To get to voice not one, but TWO, great Asian characters in this game? Amazing. Really fills that Asian pride within me. 

Not to mention, when I booked the part, I dove head first into “Totally Awesome Hulk” and “Monsters Unleashed”. Had to catch up on what I’ve been missing. LOVE this character. Love who he is, what he’s gone through, and how much of a positive influence his existence is. Not only for kids and the people reading it, but for the Asian community and representation as a whole! The issue where they formed the Champions and it’s an all Asian superhero team?? Like, come on. That’s… totally awesome. Haha.

I hope you guys have been liking the event so far. I’ve been perusing the tag and I’ve seen a mixed bunch. I’m so sorry that he’s premium! But someone had to be, I guess! Haha. I wish he could be more obtainable for you. But for those that have recruited him, I hope you like what you got! Hope he lives up to the Chulk name.
Really wish I could voice lil’ Ammy again for something a little more fleshed out and long term. I love this guy!

Thanks again for being such a cool community! Enjoy the event! I’ll probably be reblogging as much as I can throughout it. Haha.

It x Stranger Things

I was in a dreamless sleep, darkness surrounding me. Becoming self realized I woke up, looking up at a popcorn ceiling. Weird, that’s not mine.

I sat up, a quilt falling off my naked chest. I couldn’t see anything yet my eyes were open. I have perfect vision, so why am I practically blind.

Through my vision I noticed a small nightstand next to me which had coke bottle glasses. I put them on and my vision cleared up to perfection. Well okay then.

I stifled through clothes drawers, finding everything to make a decent outfit. This kid had a lot of Hawaiian shirts. Weird.

I slipped everything on, the big glasses still contact on my face. I looked at the dresser out of curiosity and my brain short-circuited. It was a Polaroid of me and a boy with slick hair. He was kissing my cheek while I smiled up at the camera. It was simply labeled ‘Richie and Eddie’.

I put it back down anxiously, feeling like I was intruding on privacy. I hurried to the boys, Richie’s, private bathroom connected to his room. I washed my face and brushed and styled my haid.

I sighed once I was finished and I flinched suddenly when a rock was thrown at the bedroom window. I walked over to it and opened it, to see a gang of kids. They all looked the same, all on their bikes besides a pretty girl with red hair. Eddie from the photo was there too, looking up at me with a smile. He was pretty, I have to admit, but I did like Will, from my life, very much.

“C-come on R-Richie!” A boy stuttered to me. I nodded and walked quickly from the bedroom, and down the stairs to see a man there. He must be Richie’s dad.

“Goodbye,” I said and he looked at me and went back to reading a newspaper in his hands. Well then.

I got outside to see the gang. “You don’t seem to happy to start the first day of summer Trash,” Eddie said to me. “Just tired,” was all I said as I mounted Richie’s bike.

“Barrens?”, the redhead girl said and the boys nodded. I don’t know what the barrens are but I nodded too to fit in.

We went off, some of them looking weirdly at me. I thought Richie and I looked alike, we were identical, do I not look like him?

We got to the barrens; trees and plants covered the land, but there was a clearing where they sat down the bikes. They all looked at me. The boy who stuttered frowned at me. Redhead glared. A big boy and a small, built boy were sizing me up, and a curly haired boy looked scared.

“Who are you?”, the stutterer said, without a hitch in his voice.

“Um-Richie!” I exclaimed feeling awkward. I stood by myself, feeling more and more distanced from the group.

“I doubt that,” The curly haired boy said, looking weary.

“What does Richie like to do in his spare time?”, Eddie questioned in a rushed tone. I didn’t look at any of Richie’s belongings before I left besides that photo.

“Read books?” I said and they all shared a look and came rushing to me, fists balled up tightly. I ducked and dodged until I was backed up into a tree by the stutterer and Eddie.

“Are you really Richie? Or should we call you Pennywise?”, stutterer spat at me. I couldn’t lie anymore, I was too scared.

“Mike, Mike Wheeler!” I said, pushing him off of me as much as I can. I adjusted the big glasses on my face.

“I’m not from here,” I said, “I’m from Hawkins, Indiana. I have two sisters and two parents who I love very much. I never asked to be here. I don’t know who or where your precious Richie is, but I’m here now!” I lectured. The gang sighed looking at each other. It was like they could all talk with just their eyes, it was kinda creepy.

“We believe you,” the built boy said a long moment later.

“How’d you get here?” The redhead asked and I shrugged. “If I knew, I probably wouldn’t be here.” I said and she nodded, understanding.

“You can stay with us until we find out what’s wrong,” Eddie said, and I smiled softly. I wish I wasn’t here but at least they were being nicer.

“Yeah it’s gonna be okay,” curly haired boy said.

“Lets intro ourselves, he most likely doesn’t know our names,” the big boy said and the others nodded, “I’m Ben,” he said and the others followed suit.



“Mike,” we had the same name, that’s cool.


“Eddie.” I smiled at him a bit. I could tell he missed his boyfriend. I missed mine too. I can’t wait until I get back.

anonymous asked:

please do one with the Oncelers sunglasses

Your  awful wish is my command (Why must you bring this back??)