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Hey! So idk how net intros work (this is my first one, i’m kinda hyped), but i’m ghost (he/him), im 17, i live in the US, and im highkey obsessed with fall out boy. 

if i ever forget to tag anything please let me know immediately, and i’ll go fix it. i promise you won’t be a bother <3 also, my askbox or messages are open in case anyone ever wants/needs to talk <3 

The Wolf’s Domain

Words: 15, 795

Everyone writes about Werewolf!McCree, and I love it, but I tried my hand at Werewolf!Hanzo. It… got a bit out of hand.

Few ever branched into the wolf’s domain. It was not a place that wanderers could merely find themselves after a single missed turn or misread sign. This was the heart of the unsettled land, secluded, safe. People did not come here on their morning walks; beautiful as it was, it was simply not the place for man.

Few that wandered here possessed kind souls, not this distance from the beaten path through the forest. Those that meandered these grounds with a weapon in hand were only looking for trouble, and, most often, they would find it. The warnings posted at every entrance to the forest that bid travelers be wary were not decorations meant to be admired and forgotten. Those that freely disobeyed these warnings would come to regret their actions in time.

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the moral of the story is that matsuhanas are a terrible influence

Fraternity Feud: Hurricane


Request: literally enough people to populate a small island asked me to do this so hello here it is! 

Triggers: poorly translated french lmao, water? is that a trigger?, hamilboys being dumb 

W/C: 2594

A/N: THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 500! This fic is supposed to be my milestone celebration but I don’t think anything will ever show how grateful I am lol, regardless - enjoy! 


Your phone started ringing and you groaned, asking Professor Washington to excuse you for a second. It had taken weeks to get this alone time with your professor so of course it had to be ruined. The caller ID read “LAFAYETTE”, you rolled your eyes and answered, “What is it, Laf?” you asked in a sinister whisper. The other side of the call was all static and a frantic french accent, the only words you could make out was “Come ba-!” “ALEXAN-!” Washington gave you a pointed look. You gave a pathetic smile even though your eyes were wild, “Lafayette you aren’t making sense” you told him over the static and shouting in the background.

“SEND A SHIP!” he yelled into your ear and you winced, the static drowning out the rest of his words before eventually the call cut out. Your eyes widened, what the hell was that? You asked yourself. You turned back to your Professor, who had grown irritated. “I’m so sorry, sir. I think my friend-uh, Hamilton? Is in trouble? And-” he raised an eyebrow.



“Go! Go help him, what are doing here?!” Your professor ordered while waving his arms to the door. You thanked him and grabbed your bag, running out of the lecture hall. It had been weeks since the turtle-napping incident and the boys had sworn to be on their best behavior. But they couldn’t be held accountable for long. I’m not going on a witchhunt for a turtle again, you thought to yourself.

You knocked on the door and Hercules opened it just enough to pull you in and shut the door again, almost giving you whiplash from the swift movement. You felt water crawl into your shoes and surround you up to your knees and your jaw fell to the floor.

“How the hell did this happen?!” You shouted to the boys in front of you.

Half of the boys’ valuables were floating in the knee-deep water. Thomas Jefferson and James Madison stood by the window and were the only ones completely soaked from head to toe. Lafayette laid on his bed on the top bunk, whimpering in french. Laurens sat against the wall, his chin being tickled by the water while he stared straight ahead with tired eyes. All the while Alexander was frantically using a cereal bowl to throw the water out of the first floor dorm room through the window. Hercules moved past you and grabbed the floating objects from the water, trying to put them onto the same bed Lafayette was laying on. Lauren’s turtle (who was now renamed Scoocher) happily swam in front of you.

“How. Did. This. Happen?!” you growled, looking around the dorm that now resembled a pond rather than a living space. All the boys looked around at each other, urging another to start talking. Thomas was the first to speak up, “The short one started it” he claimed.

“I didn’t do THIS!” Laurens protested, getting a mouthful of water while doing so.

“It was a domino effect that you started” James argued.

Alexander stopped throwing water out of the window, “We aren’t going to talk about it!”

Hercules turned to the group, “Or was it the foreigner?!”

“You KNOW I didn’t do this,CRÉTIN!” Lafayette shouted while kicking the back of his roommate’s head. You rolled your eyes and helped Laurens out of the water, trying to console him through your anger. “I want one person to tell me what happened” you stated as calmly as you could. The boys looked around the room at each other. Hercules nudged Lafayette, and the frenchman locked eyes with you. He cursed under his breath, but stood straight while beginning to explain, “Fine.Je vais lui dire.” he huffed.

It all started when we sat next to the Schuyler sisters at lunch. Angelica was helping Lafayette proofread his english paper, Peggy was braiding John’s hair and Eliza asked us, “What are you guys gonna do for Y/N’s birthday this week?” and Alexander told her “What we usually do, it’s tradition” and then Peggy pointed out “Well aren’t things going to be different now that she’s friends with those frat guys?” Mademoiselle was right, none of us had thought about that but leave it to Alexander to start arguing, he said “Well we’ve been friends with her longer so she’s gonna wanna be with us because we won’t make her feel old because we aren’t jerks” and that’s when Laurens said “Well, maybe we should talk to them and figure something out” So the next day, Thomas told us to meet at his maternity house, - what? Oh, excusez moi, fraternity, and he made dinner and said only Alexander was to come.

Lafayette leaned in, lowering his voice for dramatic effect, “But we had a spy on the inside,” you raised an eyebrow “C’est vrai. Hercules Mulligan!” He put his hand on his friend’s shoulder and urged him to continue the story. Hercules reluctantly nodded, and turned to the group, “So Alexander walked into the frat house, and I sneaked in from the back door a couple minutes after…”

The tall one was giving him a bowl of macaroni and cheese, while telling him “I don’t like you, but since Y/N’s our friend we obviously have to work something out.” and he sounded really calm but I don’t trust anyone with that much hair, so I stayed out of sight and on guard. But Alexander was not having it and he told Jefferson right where he could stick his macaroni, and that’s when they both got mad and our feisty little orphan texted me, saying “Tell John I said ‘ROCHAMBEAU’’” so I ran back to the dorm to find Laurens and Lancelot are surrounded by balloons. That’s when Laurens tells me “Start helping Lafayette fill the balloons, we attack the second Alex leaves their house” and I noticed he was just drinking while Lafayette did everything else, so I asked him what he was doing and he pointed to a bucket filled with balloons, and he told me “I’ve had two pints of sam adams, but I’m working on three.” “That’s disgusting” This kid actually said to me, “My kids will tell the story of tonight” *sigh* I’ve never been more disgusted…

You gagged, pulling away from the half hug you had maintained with Laurens. “Pee balloons?” you asked, “Seriously?” Hercules agreed and climbed onto the top bunk to sit next to Lafayette, claiming the rest of the story was too gross for him to tell. The freckle faced boy turned to you, and said he’d tell the rest. “Here’s what you need to know…”

Firstly, this was an ambush. Thomas Jefferson and James Madison didn’t have any other frat brothers there, they were all off pranking Aaron Burr because he did some nonsense and claimed he was a part of their frat but that’s just because he wants respect with the freshman, anyways, they were alone and fragile and we were ready to attack. We took the the water balloons that Lafayette and Hercules made, and the special balloons I filled and hid behind the bushes while waiting for Jefferson and Madison to walk out. When they did, we attacked. I targeted Jefferson, because I knew my urine would make him weaker. Madison was attacked by Hercules and Lafayette, but eventually Jefferson grabbed him and used him as a human shield. Then the most horrible case scenario happened. Madison grabbed Alexander while he was laughing … and right as he set him in front of them … I was launching my last speciality balloon. It was all so sudden. It hit a laughing Alexander in the face. A perfect shot. It splashed like-

Alexander stopped throwing water out of the window for once this entire time and turned to Laurens, hair in his face, “WE REALLY DON’T NEED TO BE THAT GRAPHIC, JOHN!” You crossed your arms, feeling chills run up your body. “Can we please get to the part where the dorm room has now become flooded?! I’m going to die of hypothermia” Lafayette hopped down and let you take his seat on the top bunk, when James spoke up. “Perhaps I could help fill in the blanks,” he suggested while putting one arm behind his back, “After we were rudely attacked by the hooligans you call friends, Thomas was least to say, frazzled … ”

“We need to fight back, Madison. We were outgunned, outmanned.” He told me whilst pacing the living space. As I was changing into dry clothes, I reminded him of what happened with the kidnapping of Mr. John Laurens’ turtle, which Thomas didn’t remember but also didn’t care for. He continued pacing, saying “We were outnumbered, outplanned…how do you fight water, Madison?” and he turned to me with wild eyes, saying “You fight it with fire!” I was growing concerned but let him continue because I was still cold, and he started sketching on a notepad. He began saying, “If there is a fire you’re trying to douse-” and I cleared my throat, telling him, “If you set the dorm room on fire, you’ll kill a majority of campus.” Thomas ripped the page out of his sketchpad and began a new drawing and asked “Does acid count as fighting with fire?”

I sighed and asked, “Why is your first idea always arson?”

“I’m trying to keep a theme”

Now that idea was a little too realistic, so I reminded him that one of our neighboring fraternities had a long hose that was close to campus. He-

“It was YOUR idea?!” Alexander shouted at James, throwing the cereal bowl out the window “We had a truce!”

James put his second hand behind his back, “I’m sorry, would you rather have been set on fire?”

“THAT can be arranged!” Thomas added.

Lafayette and Hercules “ooo”’d from the top bunk in harmony while Scoocher swam by him. Thomas stepped forward in the water, “And don’t try and victimize yourself, Alexander Hamilton!” he turned to you, “Let me tell you what this one did when we came in here…”

James and I borrowed the hose and found the window that I stand by right now, and it was left wide open, while the spy did homework, Monsieur Lafayette napped and Hamilton was in the closet going through his awful clothes. Which I’m glad I ruined, by the way. James turned on the hose and we had it at a light level, we just wanted to lightly spritz water all over their pathetic and cheap belongings, but Hamilton had to come ruin it. He took his claws and he sprayed himself with the water while breaking the hose, making it push water out faster. HE is the one who started the chaos. Then, as the water was rising and he was practically swimming, he GRABS me by my shoulders and FLINGS me into the overflowing room, does the same to James, and we nearly DROWN. And I swear, Y/N, out of the corner of my eye I saw a weapon-

You rolled your eyes, “Thomas! No, there was no weapon!” you shouted. Alexander looked at you with pleased eyes, smirking. You hit him in the shoulder, “Don’t feel so smug, I only know because you’d be standing in blood instead of water right now if you did.” Laurens agreed. Alexander put his hand on chest, “Let me tell you the real story. It started when I first immigrated from the caribbean-” Everyone in the room groaned. Offended, Alexander restarted “Fine, I’ll skip some stuff…

As I was going through my closet to find John’s hoodie that I borrowed the other night, I heard whispering behind me. I looked at Lafayette, but I knew it wasn’t him because his sleep-whispering was usually angrier. So I looked at Mulligan, but it also wasn’t him because he only says things under his breath when he’s doing science. Then I looked outside and saw it. Thomas Jefferson’s infamous afro and purple hoodie. It was revenge knocking at my window. They started hosing us all, ruining Mulligan’s homework and waking up Lafayette, John came running in as if on cue and I knew that I had to protect my friends. Like the hero that I was born to be, I grabbed the hose from them and tried to stop it, but Jefferson did something to it and strategically broke it, which was probably part of his plan all along. Next thing I knew he TACKLED me into the water and so did Madison, they were strangling me and I thought it was all over. The sounds of John’s high pitched screams and Lafayette’s sultry accent faded away… In the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet…

“Hamilton please, enough with the existential crisis” Thomas spat. You sighed, putting your hand on your forehead. Hercules put his arm around you and rubbed your shoulder, “Sorry, Y/N. You’re just in a room full of people who care about you… and are immature” he comforted. Lafayette nodded, “I wouldn’t get my socks wet for anyone rather than my best friend” he admitted while shivering in the cold water.

His roommates scolded him, “Sorry,” Lafayette weakly smiled “I meant female best friend.”

John stood by Alexander and grabbed his turtle from the water, “And you saved Scooter”


“Same thing”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Jefferson and Madison, who were gazing at the ceiling and walls. Thomas mumbled something. “What was that, Thomas?” you teased. He groaned, “You’re a good friend. I guess. I don’t know. Shut up” he muttered. James cleared his throat, “I second that.” You smiled at them both but turned back to the rest of the group. “We need to figure out how to drain this entire room before you’re all kicked out of King’s College” you told your friends. Alexander reached out of the window to look for his cereal bowl and Thomas and James tried to reach the hose that was currently outside and still spewing water everywhere at full speed.

There was a knock on the door.

Eliza opened the door, only to be greeted by three feet of water, Angelica and Peggy shouting once the water reached them. Laughing, Eliza looked for you in the midst of chaos and asked “Hey, Y/N do you wanna go out for your birthday with us today?” You exhaled in relief and accepted their offer, getting down from the bunk bed. Water rushed past your legs as it left the room just as you were, and the boys started protesting. Peggy blushed a bit, “Sorry did you guys already have plans set up with her?” All the boys looked around at each other.

They all replied in a chorus. “Well, no!””Not for right now!” “But we had a war and-” “Everything got wet!” “No one really won” “It was inconclusive”

The Schuyler sisters all giggled a bit, “Well we’re just gonna hang out with her now when she’s not busy. There’s time for everyone” Angelica said. You waved goodbye with the sisters as you walked down the hall with them.

“Is it so hard to figure out a schedule?” Eliza joked.

You will be Found (Pippa x Reader)

Featuring a mix of lyrics from “Dear Evan Hansen”

Words: 2,523

Warnings: Self hate, mentioned homophobia, implied self harm, implied past suicide attempt, bisexual!reader, overall darker themes, potentially horrible writing (let me know if i missed anything)

a/n: i’ve been listening to this cast album for the past week and i have a lot of feelings. if you ever feel this, please know that you are worth it. you are strong and you’re going to get through whatever you’re experiencing right now. i believe in you. if you need someone to talk to, don’t hesitate to message me. you’re not alone.

There’s nothing like your smile- sort of subtle and perfect and real

The moment you met Pippa, your heart skipped a beat and you practically forgot how to breathe.

You had recently been cast an ensemble member and understudy for the one and only, Eliza Schuyler. Words failed to describe how excited you were. You had dreamed of being able to perform on Broadway since you were a kid and the fact that you were finally living it was unimaginable.

You walked towards the Richard Rodgers theater practically beaming. You walked with a bounce in your step as you heard the familiar tune of ‘Helpless’ blast through your earbuds. You looked up at the sign and let your smile grow wider. You had come such a long way.

You thought you heard a voice and turned as you took off the earbuds.

“Sorry, what did you-”

What you weren’t expecting was to find yourself facing someone you had admired for a while now. Your jaw nearly dropped to the cement you were standing on.

“Holy shit, you’re Phillipa Soo,” you said, awestruck. You realized what you said and nearly audibly groaned. “Sorry, that was definitely not what I meant to say. You’re really spectacular (and gorgeous),” You spoke with a nervous smile.

“Thank you, you’re not too bad yourself,” she said with a blush. “Call me Pippa.”

She smiled at you and suddenly, everything was real. Phillipa Soo wasn’t just someone you looked up to anymore. She was your castmate. Someone you’d see nearly everyday. While your heart began to pound, getting nervous at all the pressure you felt about performing on Broadway, her smile seemed to make it all okay.

“I’m (Y/N), your new understudy.”

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Eh yo, been 100 years since I have posted anything due to study abroad but ya know… 

At least I was able to actually get this done in time. So this is a little b-day gift for @pftones3482. (Becca, I don’t know how to turn real people into characters… forgive me.) ANYWAY, happy birthday my dear. So here ya go, have some art ft. your son. 


“You sure I can tag along? If you ever change your mind, just— just please tell me, ok? I don’t want to be a bother or anything…”

Ayyyy guess who jumped into the Fatesona craze hahahahaha not like you couldn’t see tHIS COMING…….

Anyway,,, @krazehkai, @lithety and sooo many more amazing artists started making their Fatesonas and I figured it could be fun and then it tOTALLY GOT OUT OF HAND…… oh well.

I really struggled with this one, because my heart beats for Nohr but my aesthetics lie in Hoshido…. but I bit my tongue and swallowed the blood and got down to it, I’m not going to betray my homeland for fashion!!

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anonymous asked:

it's really irritating to see destiew fandom collectively headcanon cas as ace (which is fine) but leave no room for any other romantic orientation to be accepted as well,,, canonically he's been with women and is interested in women so like,,, they're allowed all the headcanons they want but canon trumps everything & anything they could ever come up with & idk it's just frustrating that this is the dominant narrative in fandom at large but more specifically in destiew fandom 😒😒

They’ve never explained how angel sexuality works, how do incorporeal beings have a sexual orientation? This is my interpretation: I think it makes sense that angels would be completely asexual in their true forms, but when they get into a human vessel they would inherit whatever orientation their vessel has since sexual orientation is a brain-body thing. So technically, Castiel is asexual, the essence of Cas- his true form, doesn’t have a sexuality. Why would it? Angels don’t mate or have sex in their cloud/wavelength forms. But when this essence is inside Jimmy’s body, it’s experiencing the brain-body chemistry of a heterosexual man and reacting to that. That’s just my opinion, though.

Just because Cas isn’t hopping into bed with women all the time doesn’t mean he doesn’t experience sexual attraction. I think the reason he doesn’t look for love is simple: Cas has lost so many people he cared about (often by his own hand), a significant other would just be someone else he’d be afraid to lose. He killed his siblings and he blames himself for the fall of the angels. He probably doesn’t even trust himself to not hurt someone at this point. He would not want to drag an innocent person into his hectic life and put them in harm’s way. Also, he really doesn’t have time to date anyone between fixing Sam and Dean’s screw-ups plus fixing his own screw-ups, trying to save the world from whatever new disaster they have unleashed.

He allowed himself to have feelings for Meg, probably because he could see she was a powerful being who could protect herself. He waited until he was human to have sex, and I would guess that had to do with taboos about angel/human hookups and the potential for a nephilim. He had sex with April, who he knew for like 2 hours at most and it’s canon that he enjoyed it and remembered it fondly. He was interested in dating his boss lady at the gas-n-sip, too. He was experiencing sexual feelings more strongly when he became human, which seems to hint that he can use his grace to subdue sexual urges, not that he doesn’t have urges at all.

Can you tell I’ve thought about this a lot? HAHA. I think the topic of Cas’ sexuality is way more interesting than Dean’s (imo Dean is heterosexual who enjoys hookups with women but his emotional needs are fulfilled by the epic bromance with Sam) and yet there’s almost zero discussion about it except in context of shipping and trying to make a ship fit him.

I just had a weird thought...

The darkspawn are essentially immortal, right? I mean, they can die; you can destroy their bodies and all, but if left to their own devices, they’ll just sort of… persist. For a long time. A long time. Corypheus was still pretty fresh and juicy, and he’d been underground for over a thousand years. And it’s not like we’ve ever come across a darkspawn graveyard or anything.

And like, the elves were once immortal too, right? They’d go into uthenera,  that great endless sleep where they would forever wander the ways of the Fade. The most powerful among them could wake back up again and share what they learned with those left behind. So they’d go to sleep, they’d dream, they’d wake up – kind of like archdemons?

So what if the darkspawn are really connected, somehow, to elves and uthenera? I’m not saying all darkspawn are corrupted elves – we know that’s not true – but what if the *first* darkspawn were? And the reason that the darkspawn start showing up in Thedas is because when the magisters storm the Fade, their intrusion into the Golden City introduces the Blight into the elves who maybe were uthenera-ing in there. (Or maybe the Golden City was always Blighted? Maybe by opening up the gates, the magisters in fact were opening a cage that had been constructed to hold back the Blight?)

I dunno. It’s kind of a wild theory. But Dorian was talking about how in Tevinter, the stories say that the darkspawn were always there, that their appearance had nothing to do with the magisters storming the Golden City, and it got me thinking – what if they’re right?

that tumblr tag video was different to all the others. they are waaayyyy more comfortable with phan than ever before (i mean they saw bondage!phan and parent!phan..liek come on) and idk it just makes me really happy that they are becoming a lot more relaxed with the idea of them being together
im not saying anything but idk with the way they were sitting and how they were talking about all the phan posts it seemed like they were already a couple..

“Looking back on it, it was just a whirlwind at first, and it’s still a dream come true. It was episode three of Season 1 where I went and auditioned for the part. It was a "possibly recurring” role, but possible doesn’t end up happening a whole lot – or ever. [Laughs] So when I got a recurring role, I was really excited and just crying and happy. I got to keep coming back, and I cannot express to you how much I’ve been able to learn working on the show and growing with Felicity. I’ve never been able to grow with a character for this long.“