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SO instead of doing anything productive I wrote a little drabble for @miracusims given the angst/heartbreak in the newest update!

Piper blocked Louis’ number. Louis is positive it won’t last long. Him and Pipes are best friends. She just needs time. Right?

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best kept secrets

pairing: marcus flint x oliver wood

setting: catholic all male boarding school - quasi-inspired by @flintwoodandco and @provocative-envy ‘s discussion on these (x) (x) posts

word count: 866

a/n: sorry for the lack of flower crowns // part 2 (x)


Marcus Flint is leaning up by the metal chainlink fence - gum popping, grin flashing white, and Oliver has the urge to run away because everything in the taller boy’s stature screams trouble, trouble, trouble.

“Fancy seeing you here, Wood. Didn’t take you as one to skip class.”

“I’m not.” Is Oliver’s automatic response. And he isn’t - yellow slip clutched tightly in his fist tells any wandering administrators that one of the teachers had sent him on an errand. He’d thought it’d be fine to take a shortcut, a little time in the sun instead of holed up in the academy, but his steps have led him unwittingly to the apparent hangout of Riverbrook Sacred Heart Academy’s resident delinquent.

Flint snorts, jaw still chomping vigorously. “Sports scholarship really keeping you in line, huh? Too straight-laced to even skip a lecture. Boring.”

Grey eyes scan him over, once, twice - Oliver fights off the color spreading across his body, attributes his sweaty palms to the spring heat, and the stiff collar of his uniform.

“What about you, Flint?”

Flint narrows his gaze, chin lifted. “What about me?”

“Playing bad boy but not a contraband in sight. Who are you fooling?” Oliver drawls, and he knows that he’s playing with something unstable right now, but life has been mundane, and he’s always been one for skirting danger.

Instead of lashing out, as Oliver expects, Marcus’ grin spreads, molasses-slow, and he straightens up, broad shoulders casting shadows on the hot pavement. Each step of his shoes - regulation style, but with sleek Italian soles and leather crafted more with money than skill - echoes as he moves forward to meet Oliver, eye to eye.

“Bad boy?” Flint’s voice is soft, almost playful. “So good little Catholic school boy Oliver Wood has a thing for bad boy’s huh?”

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I tried painting and holy cow its so hard?? I hope this looks good hnn

@mishthefish inspired me with her error (which you should go check out by the way cause its hella cool and i love her art  _(:3」∠)_ ) so I drew something to go along with it! 

Ink!sans belongs to @comyet

     ❝ You know , dude , we could totally pass as brothers . We’re both tall , and blonde with scruff - and we’re both hench af . Plus you have that disappointed older brother look that comes with first time parents , whilst I have that charming carefree younger brother look that comes with parents learning from their past mistakes and getting it right this time around . All I’m saying , is Ginger needs some ‘ undercover ‘ brothers , and you and me are the dream team ❞ .

statesmanrum || starter call

lady magique! 

me in here: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS SUPERGIRL MORE LIKE SUPERGAY! SANVERS! SUPERCORP! MONWINN! EVERYONE’S GAY NNNNNNN LOVES IT.GIF! LMAO THEY’RE SO GAY FOR EACH OTHER… LITERALLY WHAT PLOT? AODKAPSDASDPOASD

me in front of my straight friends: Oh yeah.. Karamel and Lord Danvers? Dude, they’re my favorite, for sure, along with the action-packed moments and effects! Maxwell needs to come back, for sure, dude!

Taking photos of his friends and teammates has always been a thing Hanamaki does without much thought. A snapshot here, another there, blurry group pictures from tournaments taken in the spur of the moment.

He’s never paid much attention to anyone in particular, viewed each picture as a whole instead of the individual parts, until he lies in bed one evening, lazily scrolling through his camera roll, and stopping.

What catches his eye is a shot of Iwaizumi and Oikawa, sweaty and grinning, but that isn’t what makes his heart pound. In the back of the picture, casually leaning against the wall, is Matsukawa, his gaze lingering on something he can’t see. Hanamaki exhales, bringing the screen closer to his face. In profile, Matsukawa’s strong jaw and cheek bones stand out prettily, and even though the image quality isn’t the best, the thin screen of sweat is visible enough to make his skin glow.  

Matsukawa has never struck him as particularly photogenic before, but he can see it right there, that he’s got something. Something that makes his fingers itch and his skin tingle with the need to see it again.

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anonymous asked:

An imagine about how the reader became FWB with my boy Steve

kdjjvjvjvk kGET THE HOLY WATER IM CRYING do not let me procrastinate on this this is the best idea I never could have


DONT U DARE SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGS MAN IM SO TRIGGERED WHEN I WRITE SUM GOOD AND SEE FIVE OTHER BLOGS LIKE JUST A MIN IF U DO ITS ALL GOOD BUT LIKE DONT GET TOO HYPED