in which i ramble about books

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Summary:

Peter gets bullied in school and they all say that he could never get a girlfriend, so Y/N who’s rather popular at school just kisses him in front of every one.

Words: ~ 1500

No spoilers!

A/N: This took me way too long to write… so sorry! Tell me what you think! :)

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Walking through the overcrowded hallway, I felt myself being to tired to move and bumped against several people. Not that I cared.

Normally I didn’t care about much going on in school, referring to the people. I did care about my grades and my career and all- but the people in school? I didn’t care at all about them apart from my friends.

It’s not that I didn’t like them. I mean, I was quite popular in school and I talked to a lot of students over the day. But honestly, I didn’t really listen when they told me about the last party or a concert they went to.

But there was one person that I cared about who wasn’t part of my friends even though I hoped I would have more contact with him. Body contact, too.

It was Peter Parker, the nobody of our school. No one seemed to notice him apart from me. His gorgeous face with the sweet hazel eyes and the fluffy auburn hair…
Yes, he was my secret crush that nobody knew about and nobody ever would.

I kept my little secret a long time, talking to him occasionally or having school projects together which lead to me falling in love with him.

He was so clever and his shy side was so cute that I just couldn’t handle it. I loved how kind he was and he always had something interesting to ramble about.

Nothing caught my attention while walking through the hall way, apart from him. I saw him standing at his locker, opening it to put a book inside. Me and my friends stopped at my best friend’s locker and I occasionally let my gaze slip to Peter for a few seconds.

I jumped when Flash and his friends appeared out of nowhere and pushed Peter against his locker after he had closed it. “What a looser you are!”, Flash exclaimed after Peter groaned loadly, getting everyone’s attention.

“Sorry to ruin your face but with these looks you won’t get a girlfriend, anyway.”, Flash claimed and his friends laughed at this comment before he pushed Peter again.
And Peter only stood there, head down, shoulders stiff while Flash threw several mean words at him.

But when Flash grabbed Peter’s backpack from his hands Peter looked up, his face filled with anger as Flash started throwing all of his stuff on the ground.
“Oh, what’s this?”, Flash exclaimed when he took a piece of paper from the ground. “DEAR Y/N, I wish i had the courage to tell you that I’d walk through fire just to see you smile…”, he started to read and I saw everyone’s eyes stare at me, making my face heat up.

I unconsciously made eye contact with Peter who seemed to be internally screaming. And while I was glued to the spot, not able to speak or think, Flash continued bullying him.

“But you do know”, he laughed, “You do know that someone like Y/N Y/L/N would never love you, right?” Oh, boy, how wrong you were…
I saw Peter’s head lowering again, his fingers brushing over his face before they ran through his hair.
Flash laughed triumphantly and suddenly I felt the strong urge to prove a point.

Someone like Y/N Y/L/N would definitely love Peter Parker.

My legs brought myself over to them, even though my friend’s arm grabbed me slightly. But I ignored it and shoved Flash ’s friends aside so that I could get to Peter.

“Peter, you told me you wouldn’t drag this old thing with you.”, I laughed, rolling my eyes and earning a very confused and very cute look from Peter.
“See? I told you that someone would think that you’re single.”

In the corner of my eye I saw Flash looking at me as confused as Peter and I smiled to myself.
And then I laid my hands on his shoulders and leaned in quickly, pressing my lips on his.

Ignoring the electricity coming from him and the urge to kiss him forever, I pulled back after a few seconds of giving in.

Peter’s face stated pure shock and he stared at me nervously before I smirked at him. “Bye, Peter, see you later.”, I smiled proudly, wandering off to my next class and ignoring everyone’s dazzled looks.

I let out a shaky breath I didn’t know I was holding. This had been life changing.

“Wait, Y/N, what the hell was that?”, my friend wanted to know, a strange look on her face.
“Spontaneous.”, I only answered, shrugging. “Yeah, I know. But what were you thinking?”, she asked and now there was a worried look that made me angry somehow. It seemed like she thinks something is wrong with me just because I kissed my crush. Okay, secrete crush. She couldn’t know this part.

“Nothing really. I just thought that Flash is a dick and Peter doesn’t deserve this.”, I simply said and only got a confused “Okay…” as an answer.

Later that day I sat down at a bench outside, my eyes roaming over the campus. I enjoyed being alone at lunch. Not because of my friends! I simply enjoyed the time to think without talking slash gossiping.

I thought about the kiss, obviously.

Was it right? Apart from the fact that probably the whole school knew it by now, Peter knew too.

But still, I was proud of myself: Helping someone by proving his bully wrong. Somehow it made me feel strong.

And there was another positive aspect, as well. I had kissed my crush Peter Parker!

Thinking of the devil… Peter suddenly stood next to me, a nervous grin on his face.
“Can… uh… Can I join you?”, he chuckled, nodding his head towards the empty seat in front of me. “Sure.”, I nodded, a smile on my face which was maybe a bit too wide.

He let out a relieved sigh as he sat down, letting his bag fall on to the ground.
“Rough day?”, I asked and he only nodded before he leaned forward slightly, his arms supporting his weight.

“Uhm, yeah.”, he replied before biting his lip, my eyes not being able to look at something else but him.
“Actually, it wasn’t that bad.”, he chuckled softly, his brown eyes meeting mine.

“Yeah?”, I grinned and he just nodded with a cute smile on his lips. Oh, how soft those lips had felt on mine…

A few moments of comfortable silence passed before my mind brought back the letter that Flash found in Peter’s backpack.
“Uhm, Peter…”, I started but paused briefly when his beautiful eyes stared at me, “I was wondering… I mean… would you… Would you really walk through fire to see me smile?”
He nodded instantly without a word, nervously fiddling with his fingers before my hands grabbed his. I couldn’t help but smile, my heart beat running in my chest.
“You know, you don’t need to do this. I start smiling as soon as you smile at me.”, I clarified, earning a grin from him and I returned it instinctively.

“Uh, I… um, I wanted to thank you for… you know.”, he began and I only shrugged, playing it cool,“No problem.”
“But the whole school thinks were a couple now.”
“Is that bad?”, I wanted to know, a flirty tone in my voice.

Peter shook his head, causing his brown strands to dance on his fore head. “No, it’s not bad at all.” He clearly gained some confidence when I grinned at his answer. “I liked kissing you.”, he confessed, tilting his head. “No, that’s an understatement. I loved kissing you.”

“That’s good.”, I laughed before grabbed the collar of his shirt and nearly pulled him over the table to feel his soft lips on mine again.

He was able to place his fore arms on the table to support his weight before our eyes closed and our lips met. He hummed softly when I started moving my lips and my grib on his collar loosened since I had him where I wanted. My cheeks blushed due to all to blood that my heart pumped through my veins and I felt the excitement rushing through my whole body.
My fingers wandered up to the back of his neck, playing with some of his strands after Peter tilted his head to deepen the kiss, causing my mind to go mushy.

He pulled himself back slightly, a huge grin on his face when I ran my fingers through his hair. “You like me.”, he breathed out and I nodded before I pecked his lips briefly.

He leaned back again, giving me a charming smile. I had to bite my lip to hid that huge smile on my face which Peter saw anyway and I felt my heart skipping a beat.

This one question wether I wanted to be Peter’s girlfriend was definitely in his head but there was no need to voice it.

He knew that I was in love with him.

Part 2

lgbt+ (ya/mg) books read in 2016!

so a lot of people still reblog my “60+ queer books” post from 2014. ngl, i was barely 16 at the time and had not read a lot of books on that list (it was def intended to be more a listing than pure recommendation), mostly because adult fiction was and remains far from my favorite literary category. this list isn’t as intensely detailed, but i just thought that since the year is over i might jot down some of the lgbt+ books i loved or at least moderately enjoyed this year, in case anyone was interested! happy reading!

(and in advance, excuse my commentary o<-<)

ya favorites

  • i’ll give you the sun by jandy nelson — m/m. HEART-WRENCHING. GUTTING. EARTH-SHATTERING. 
  • we are the ants by shaun david hutchinson m/m (suicide cw) 
  • my most excellent year by steve kugler m/m. gay asam main character and the best character dynamics ❤️____❤️
  • the flywheel by erin gough f/f
  • gives light (6-part series) by rose christo — m/m. centered around a mute main character on an indian reservation (written by a native author!), features one of the most uplifting romances of recent media (cw for csa mention later in the series)

other ya books 
ordered approximately by rating

  • far from you by tess sharpe — f/f. bisexual protagonist (drug addiction, murder cw) a book on recovery, love, trust, justice, understanding… gut punch!!!!!
  • into the blue by pene henson — m/m
  • not your sidekick by c.b. lee — f/f. DOES THE TITLE NOT MAKE UR HEART SQUEEZE ALREADY? features half-chinese & half-vietnamese bisexual protagonist in futuristic superheroic universe! the second book will be about a trans black side character *___*
  • starting from here by lisa jenn bigelow — f/f. you will cry and be made a better person for it. 
  • almost like being in love by steve kugler — m/m
  • tell me again how a crush should feel by sara farizan— f/f. sometimes this book is like :|||| but sometimes it’s like :DDDD! persian american protagonist. 
  • the darkest part of the forest by holly black — both m/f and m/m (like i’ll give you the sun). for your slightly more indulgent ya needs!
  • you know me well by nina lacour, david levithan — f/f, m/m
  • the great american whatever by tim federle — m/m. if you enjoy mg or find its lgbt+ subsection especially important (or both, like me!), definitely make sure you check out federle’s better nate than ever series!
  • last seen leaving by caleb roehrig — m/m
  • wonders of the invisible world by christopher barzak — m/m. magical realism fix may be found here 👍
  • true letters from a fictional life by kenneth logan — m/m. tbh people call it the “male version of ‘to all the boys i’ve loved before’” but also neglect mentioning that it’s a lot whiter, too. where’s that supportive covey family goodness… that precocious but caring lara jean spirit? it’s just not there…
  • colorblind by siera maley — f/f
  • her name in the sky by kelly quindlen — f/f
  • radio silence by alice oseman — f/f, m/m, not hugely romance-focused

middle grade
there were very few releases this year that i was aware of, unfortunately! my old list’s selection remains a good place to look. here are 3 that i would recommend though:

(i think i might have read george in 2015, but i felt that i might as well put them all together!)

  • george by alex gino — follows the story of a trans girl. its storyline is similar to gracefully grayson, but unlike gg it is written by a trans author!
  • the other boy by m.g. hennessey — follows the story of a trans boy. pretty solid story except… uncalled for random racist comment in the middle of the book… wyd (waiting for the mg genre to grow more inclusive of lgbt+ children of color! not being racially hostile is the FIRST STEP.)
  • gracefully grayson by ami polansky 

+ A GRAPHIC NOVEL MOST OF U HAVE PROBABLY READ ALREADY: LUMBERJANES!! love it breathe it read it

if you want some mg books that have casually gay side/main-ish characters, i can name the wolf wilder and the thing about jellyfish, although… you have to kind of dig for it, so i wouldn’t call these revolutionary moments of representation, but! it’s just a nice addition to separate stories that remind you that the middle grade genre can be inclusive w/o becoming entirely issue-based (which i find sometimes more inaccessible for children? i ramble!). i do believe it’s good for young children to read this kind of fiction, too! 

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finally, some lgbt+ books i did not enjoy or care for in any capacity, for posterity: highly illogical behavior (gross narrative surrounding mental health, sexuality), symptoms of being human (ya book abt a nonbinary character; written by cis author who bscly uses sexual assault as plot device & doesn’t acknowledge neutral pronouns?), know not why (really unapologetically homophobic tbh), whatever.: or how junior year became totally f$@ked, more happy than not (so… bleak…), see you at harry’s, and lily and dunkin (this is the fourth mg book about a trans character that i’m aware of; i found its message hugely alarming and invalidating). that doesn’t mean you won’t enjoy them, though! 

A Little Help

Hi guys! I wrote this on my phone and I haven’t been to sleep in forever, so I’m pretty positive this is just some rambly words about Tom and the reader wanting to be in a relationship, but being too shy to actually tell the other. So, instead, they just do small things to help each other out. P. S., Harrison ships it. I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by spiderholland

A Little Help

“You need help, let me grab that for you,” Tom said, reaching up to plunk the novel from the shelf. “Which one do you want?” Tom asked, bringing a hand to rest upon her waist to readjust her position to point out the book she’d been trying to obtain.

    She stood up on her tiptoes, eyes desperately seeking to survey the shelf clearer, “I actually don’t have one particular in mind, would it be a bother to just take everything by Pablo Neruda down?”

    “Course not,” Tom said and easily picked all the Neruda’s out for her. “Who is he?”

    Her eyes widened and she smiled, happy to tell Tom everything she knew about Pablo Neruda. “He’s a famous Chilean poet, I mean, he eventually went into the political field, but I mostly know him from his poetry. When I was in high school, my best friend and I were obsessed with a poem he wrote called, ‘My Ugly Love.’”

She was starting to ramble and she knew that Tom probably couldn’t give two shits about the ugly love spoken about in the poem, but she was so close to him and he smelled good, and his chest was firm when she leaned into him, so it would be a fair statement to say that she was beyond distracted. “It starts out-”

Tom didn’t remove his hand from her waist, figuring that if she didn’t like it, she’d step back from him. His gaze flickered from her lips, to the rosy flush gliding across her cheeks, and then up to her eyes. Tom drank in her words about Pablo Neruda, still not quite registering who he was, but still completely absorbed by her words.

As he listened to her, still holding an assortment of novels in his hands, he accidentally cut her off completely. “Wait, do you have it memorized?”

She was nearly positive that her entire body was tinged pink, “Yeah, I won’t bore you with the details, I just like the poem because it’s different.”

“No, no, tell me. I wanna hear about it. I just got,” Tom searched for an appropriate word. “Excited?” Truly, Tom had cut her off because she looked so endearing that he thought that he would physically blow up if he didn’t kiss her.

He loved it when she talked about stuff like this, he could tell it was one of the few times that she actually felt confident in voicing her opinions.

“My ugly love, you’re a messy chestnut.

My beauty, you are pretty as the wind.

Ugly: your mouth is big enough for two mouths.

Beauty: your kisses are fresh as new melons.

Ugly: where did you hide your breasts?

They’re meager, two little scoops of wheat.

I’d much rather see two moons across your chest,

two huge proud towers.

Ugly: not even the sea contains things like your toenails.

Beauty: flower by flower, star by star, wave by wave,

Love, I’ve made an inventory of your body.

My ugly one, I love you for your waist of gold.

my beauty, for the wrinkle on your forehead.

My Love: I love you for your clarity, your dark.”

She finished and looked up to him with a smile on her face.

“So, what do you think?” She asked him, reaching up to sift through the books that Tom had gotten down for her.

“How do you know the best of everything?” Tom muttered, eyes widened, because, as usual, she was right. The poem was supremely different from any of the traditionally romantic sonnets that he’d read.

She smiled and unwound herself from his grasp and wandered down the next aisle, in search for her friend and Harrison, who’d accompanied them to the bookstore.

Tom, still leaned up against the shelf was slow to notice Harrison’s approaching figure.

“Dude, you need to ask her out. It’s getting ridiculous. Everybody, even strangers, already think you’re together, so why not make it real? Not as if she’s going to say no.” Harrison urged.

Shrugging his shoulders and racking his brain for an adequate response, Tom eventually stuttered out, “you never know, she could just want to be friends, and then if I ask her out, then she won’t even wanna be that.”

Harrison rolled his eyes, “Well then, mate, better wipe that drool off your chin.”

The next morning, in a haste to open the door for her, Tom had accidentally whacked himself in the face with it. Now, he not only sported a bloody nose, but also a split lip. Still, he wasn’t complaining.

She’d freaked out when she saw the blood drip from his nose and the bruises already forming on his jaw and had rushed him home. She stood in between Tom’s legs, while he perched on her kitchen table, and held up towels to stop the bleeding.

“Tom, literally what the hell?” She murmured, gliding her soft palm across his lower lip.

“I told you, I saw a bee and I didn’t want it to sting you,” Tom lied. Obviously, there hadn’t been a bee, but he refused to tell her that he’d nearly broken his face purely to hold the door open for her.

“But I never saw it? I didn’t even hear one, and besides, it wasn’t like there were flowers around. Why would a bee wander over here?” She mused, walking to the fridge to grab a bag of frozen vegetables.

“No, no,” Tom whined, “Those will be too cold, I don’t wanna put that on my face.”

She pouted, “Too bad, let me help you! I don’t want you to be hurt.”

Tom hesitated, and then opened his arms and pulled her close to him, keeping a gentle hand on the small of her back. “Fine, fine. Just do it.”

She smiled and rocked up onto her tippy toes and pressed her make-shift icepack to his face. He didn’t even shiver when the frost-covered package touched his bare skin, because when she was this close to him, he could see the multitude of colors swirling in her eyes.

A week later, it was time for Tom and Harrison to, once again, travel for the press tour. Tom was gutted. He couldn’t imagine leaving her without explaining to her that he wanted to be with her so badly, that the mere thought of leaving her made him physically ill.

Little did he know, that she felt the same way. All he knew, was that he was going over to her apartment to give her one last goodbye hug while Harrison waited in the car.

From inside her apartment, she spritzed on Tom’s favorite perfume. Whenever she wore it, he always leaned into her more while they were in conversation, or fiddled with her hair more and didn’t pull away from her when they hugged.

She had done her best to conceal her nighttime tears with makeup and sheprayed that Tom wouldn’t notice them as she opened the door.

Tom stepped in quickly and before she even shut the door, Tom surged towards her. Bending down to her height, Tom threw his arms around her, ignoring that his phone had fallen to the floor.

“Are you alright Tom?” She questioned, hands stiff at her sides.

“Just gonna miss you loads and loads and loads.” His voice was muffled by her sweater.

Her arms wound around him, “You know I’ll miss you too.”

“I don’t want to leave you yet.” Tom pulled away and his gaze bore into her floor.

Taking him by the hand, she pulled him to sit down on her sofa. “I made you something to help.”

Tom curled an arm around her frame as she sat a heavy box down in front of him, “Darling, what is it? You shouldn’t have gotten me anything, I didn’t know-”

She cut him off by pressing a hand over his lips. “Promise to look at it on the plane?”

She looked to cute and eager and shy that Tom had agreed, and now, after finally boarding the plane, Tom opened the box.

Inside were all the Pablo Neruda books that she’d bought the day she read him ‘My Ugly Love,’ and a note.

The note read,

Hi Tom,

I’m just going to assume that you followed my directions and now you’re flying safely through the air, but if you’re not, and I find out, may Mother Earth save your soul.

All of these books were mine before yours because I wanted to give you something that would remind you of me. I wrote you little notes on all the pages, so it’ll be like we’re talking about them. I highlighted my favorite ones for you in pink.

Please don’t forget about me.

Tom scoffed, as if he could ever forget her. He opened the first book and quickly spotted the swirls of her delicate handwriting on the bottom corner of the page. It read,

Don’t freak out, some of the poems are in Spanish, but I made sure to help translate them for you in the margins.

Tom smiled and began to leaf through the poems, blown away by not only the words of Pablo Neruda, but also by her tiny love poems for him written so softly in the captivity of the margins that he could barely tell that they were there.

When he landed, he would make sure to send her some of his own.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any spideychelle & avengers team headcanons?? thanks <3

yes okay let’s go

tony
-just in general, tony and michelle do. not. get. along.
-like tony doesn’t trust her dating peter, because he is obviously a protective dad, and whenever he sees them together he makes some comment about michelle
-and one time it gets aggressive when tony and pepper come to their monthly dinner at aunt may’s and michelle is THERE??
-tony is offended that peter told michelle all about being spiderman and showing her the suit, and michelle keeps criticizing tony’s coding because like, a fifteen year old cracked it in five minutes wtf
-and tony insults her hair or her clothes or something really petty (and pepper is Mad) and instead of yelling back, michelle says something really existential that literally makes tony question his identity and purpose on earth
-and then they actually start forming a good bond after that and they tease peter together and it’s all good
(-the avengers actually bring michelle in when they’re prepping to fight thanos because she’s almost as existentially manipulative as the reality stone)
-michelle lowkey gets tony’s number from peter’s phone and texts one day to ask him if he’d maybe be chill with her marrying peter and maybe he would come to the wedding and stuff no pressure
-and that’s when tony really goes head over heels for this tiny nerd child, and he finances the whole wedding and crashes the reception to have a dance with michelle

steve
-michelle also does not like steve at all (which helps win over tony’s affection too)
-he’s just too patriotic, and he’s gotta be hiding something, and what the hell is that beard even?? the human embodiment of american capitalism
-peter is so embarrassed when he first introduces michelle to the literal legend captain america, bc she immediately starts questioning him about the sokovia accords and bucky barnes and so many other things
-but one night when peter’s in the med bay at avengers hq, and michelle’s making nutella toast at 2 am as you do, steve walks in to grab a mug of chamomile tea
-and michelle asks if that helps him sleep, because her mom always gave her chamomile, and steve admits that it’s his go-to whenever nightmares keep him up
-and at first michelle is like pfft what nightmares, but steve starts talking about peggy and michelle is ENTHRALLED
-when peter wakes up from anesthetics michelle tells him she NEEDS access to the avengers library so that she can read up on agent carter
-and peter notices that she starts wearing this red lipstick that peggy was known to wear and curling her hair and listening to jazz and stuff and she is so darn cute that he can’t refuse when steve wants to teach them how to swing dance

natasha
-so michelle was like completely in love with nat for most of her junior high experience, and still kinda crushes on her hard
-so when nat casually decides to accompany peter and michelle on a sci fi movie date, michelle cannot. relax.
-peter tries to put his arm around her and she jumps, and they spend most of the movie in awkward confused silence
-after nat leaves, peter asks what happened and michelle tries to play it off as her being starstruck because she isn’t technically out to peter yet
-peter isn’t really buying it, but he doesn’t push
-and literally, on the train ride back, michelle starts rambling about how pretty girls are, and she can’t get all the way to the point, but peter is like, “it’s chill, dude, i crushed on hawkeye for most of freshman year”
-at some point michelle is eating cereal with peter and nat and she’s also reading some russian novel and natasha is like “hey!! i love that book!” and michelle and her form a small book club, which peter tries to keep up with but they ‘read too fast’

bruce
-ok so peter and michelle actually met bruce at the same time
-and like, they’ve studied his stuff in school, and one of their dates was legitimately to the library to research dr. banner’s ultron solution
-so when he waltzes by them while they’re in the courtyard one day, they both have to stop and breath heavily for a few minutes
-and they ask tony to introduce them and peter tries to ask a bunch of questions about the other guy like “can you drink caffeinated things?? what’s the longest you’ve gone without sleep? what kind of meditation have you tried?”
-michelle is so done with him and she elbows him in the side when it’s obvious that bruce is uncomfortable
-michelle insists that they call ned and soon half of the ac dec team is there to listen to bruce talk science
-after some conversation there’s a total nerd sesh and all of them stay in the lab for like six hours straight working on the webbing formula

thor
-again, peter didn’t meet thor before michelle did
-actually michelle met thor first because he took the last pop tart and she started yelling at him before she realized who he was
-and she got a little shy and embarrassed and walked quickly out of the dining room to find peter and yell at him for not telling her that thor was in hq
-and peter was like “thor’s in hq?!! omg man we have to go find him!”
-thor is initially confused by the tiny humans, but later he sees peter crawling around on the ceiling and lifting michelle around and it clicks that peter is spiderman
-but he also thinks that michelle is powered somehow
-so one day when michelle and peter are out in the courtyard reading, thor joins them all happy and grinning, and he just throws michelle like fifty in the air, hoping to figure out what her power is
-and peter freaks the F out on thor, who he has never actually had a conversation with before, and demands that thor do something, and he catches little mortal michelle in his ginormous arms and apologizes
-later in the night he comes to peter’s room with a bouquet of flowers and a box of pop tarts for michelle, and he awkwardly apologizes again for assuming she was also powered
-michelle plays it off, and says it’s okay as long as she can try to lift mjolnir and thor laughs and grabs the hammer and they make a night of trying to use physics to lift it (can she push it up a ramp?? let’s calculate the amount of jerk force needed to knock it over)
-peter asks thor to toss it and is able to web it and stick it to the ceiling, and everyone debates about whether or not that makes peter worthy

clint
-so michelle is weirdly good at archery?
-peter had no idea but apparently the only other club she did besides academic decathlon was archery club
-???? who knew
-so one day peter, ned, and michelle are walking around hq and they find clint’s shooting range and bows and michelle just walks up, notches an arrow, and hits the bullseye in like twenty seconds
-peter and ned are shook
-they spend an hour interrogating her about it and asking her to shoot more arrows into specific spots and try a moving target and everything, she’s just really good at it
-so nat walks by and sees her do it, and woah she’s gotta show clint this one
-clint happens to be on base that day and he and michelle geek out about bow styles and high school competitions and stuff
-michelle knows asl too so they also geek out about that
-clint and michelle get pretty close and when clint needs babysitters, he calls peter and michelle and they play family for a night or two
-ned also comes, and he usually brings like three or four lego sets

scott
-peter and scott like to tease each other, and michelle picks up on this pretty quick, and joins scott in pulling stupid pranks on peter
-they put a bunch of plastic spiders in his favorite cereal, and shrink his soap and shampoo and stuff, and one day peter walks into the courtyard to find his little avengers action figures are now fifty feet tall and also missing limbs
-t r a g i c
-peter decides to retaliate and now scott’s underwear is webbed up all around hq
-he can’t figure out how to prank michelle, though, because the only physical thing she cares about is books, and he’s not about to ruin her books because she’d literally kill him
-so instead he tries to engage her in deep literary discussions about the twilight series and poorly written stucky fanfiction
-and the pranks suddenly stop

rhodey
-rhodey is so done with all these damn kids on base
-like tony and scott were bad enough, and now Actual teenagers? god help his soul
-and when he first meets michelle and ned, he expects total immaturity, so he’s surprised when they start talking about a robotics class project where they created prosthetic limbs
-and then someone mentions the sats coming up and rhodey is like hey! i got a perfect score on those!
-and the kids beg for study tips and tricks, and he ends up holding a mini tutoring session for them every saturday during lunch, because they pick it up so fast that it’s actually really exciting
-and rhodey chills with them at aunt may’s apartment the day that scores are released because he’s so proud of his students
-none of them get perfect scores, but they’re all in the 1500s which is great!!
-he treats everyone to chinese food and ice cream

sam
-for some reason, sam just hates peter’s guts
-this kid can not legally drive a car but he’s out here training like he’s gonna single-handedly start and end world war three
-and he doesn’t like peter’s pretentious, weird girlfriend either
-and nothing changes that
-though he does secretly wish that one day he’ll have kids as smart and dedicated as peter and michelle

bucky
-bucky doesn’t say much, and peter doesn’t really question him about it, but michelle bonds with him right away
-they’re like the loner duo. michelle shares old books with him and bucky shares old music with her.
-one day they just show up with matching tattoos of the New York skyline
-peter is slightly jealous and mostly confused because he’s pretty sure they’ve never had an actual conversation
-he just lets it be though, because michelle can be friends with whoever she wants, and she usually picks good ones

wanda
-so wanda is hesitant to have another young person on base, because she doesn’t want anyone else to get hurt
-but her room is right by peter’s and peter always has friends over, and sometimes she listens to their conversations and laughs at their inside jokes and gosh, she wishes that she and pietro would have had a childhood like that
-so one day she joins peter and his friends and it feels like she has a younger brother in him
-and though michelle is pretty guarded, wanda can sense that she has a big heart and they get closer throughout a few months and wanda actually helps michelle get ready for senior prom
-they both agree that beauty standards suck, and that michelle should wear what she wants and do everything how she wants
-but michelle wants the whole hollywood effect so she gets the ballgown and the hairstyling and the face of makeup, all done by wanda maximoff, expert at all ‘girl stuff’
-AND peter sets up wanda with ned for prom (mostly to make betty jealous) and flash and every other guy at senior prom is blown away
-wanda is such a good sport about it too, coming up with a fake story of how ned and her met and making up a fake identity as a model to impress everyone even more
-everyone loves wanda maximoff

t'challa
-let me tell you
-michelle is also obsessed with black panther, and when they meet she cannot get a word out
-until he mentions the political situation in wakanda and the economic exploitation of his people’s land and michelle is all. over. it.
-she’s gone to protests with peter and ned before, but they don’t Get It as much as t'challa does
-yeah so they’re protest buddies and she accompanies him on all his dignitary duties and she loves it
-peter also comes, but he usually zones out unless someone asks him a question
-at some point people start mistaking michelle for the princess of wakanda and she does not correct them

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The Green Wiccan Herbal - Silja

Overall Score: 4.5/5
Is It Worth Buying: YES! One of my favourite beginner books. Why don’t more people rave about this?
Quick Overview: A joy. Don’t be fooled by the title; you don’t have to be Wiccan to get something good out of this book. Amazing for people who struggle to follow dense text filled tomes. I would suggest this to anyone interested in using herbs more in their practise.

I’d like to leave a note that these thoughts regard this book and this book alone. I am not aware of the strengths, weaknesses or actions of the author outside of this book, whether they are good or bad.

I love this book. Ok, now that we have that out of the way, this is why I love it. 

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“ There were a lot of people who were kind to begin with. No, they were probably good people but, I don’t want to see the disappointment in their eyes anymore.” - Natsume Takashi, Natsume Yuujinchou

matt0044  asked:

So what's this about Simon Says being episode 10? Doesn't seem that big of a deal. Only ones out of place are the Origins on Netflix and those were always all over the place to begin with. That said, it shouldn't be too hard to navigate for any casual new viewer.

Well i mean… they’re not the only ones. i’ve only watched the first two eps, and already it’s got a pretty obvious error.

Ep1 is Stormy Weather, which is cool. It’s a good intro point cos it spells out a lot of things and the duo are still kinda clumsy/feeling out their dynamic. A+++ intro ep, 5 fists of the north star.

 But then… ep 2 is Evillustrator? For some reason??? Evillustrator opens with Nathanael drawing/daydreaming about saving Marinette from Stormy Weather and…what’s this, Alya as a villain? Does he not like Alya? what is this?

Now, as a person who has seen the show, I know it’s Lady Wifi. Cool for me, who knows why he pictures her this way, but for someone who has never seen it, it’s a bit confusing…like, gosh, what does he have against Alya??? But when the Lady Wifi ep rolls around, what? I guess he’s clairevoyant? lmao no, anyone with half a brain is immediately going to realize it’s just completely out of order, that’s all. and it’s off putting when that happens. [note: it happens on netflix with other shows sometimes too (usually an ep or two) and it’s always, always annoying]… all the other versions at least have some semblance of an order. Lady Wifi is before Evillustrator in every other country, for obvious reasons. 

and mind you i have only watched the first two eps, i’m sure there’s more and i’m justggfdjghdk

Okay sorry for that tangent lol. onward to your actual question… you asked about Jackady (Simon Says). And the thing with this episode, is that is heavily implies that Gabe has figured out his son is Chat Noir. 

[gifs from this post]

Like. 

Very, very heavily.

There is no way around that. He knows. Hawkmoth or not, Gabriel at least suspects it’s the ring [which he knows about because he has a book on the miraculous]. 

Now…the problem with this being episode 10? It’s because after this, the rest of the season, he’s just gone. He’s not seen again until the final episode lol. Bubbler is episode 9 [so right before this one]. And Mr Pigeon [the only other ep he really appears in] is episode…5? 6? I forget. 

Again…Hawkmoth or not, it seems really…odd??? for it to be so early on lol. For him to know for all that time and do literally nothing about it. And don’t pull the “lol but he doesn’t care what Adrien does” cos i will fight you. He’s distant and yes totally neglectful and downright emotionally abusive [tho unintentionally i imagine] but he’s not a heartless monster. He cares about his kid.  

But yea, originally it was episode …18?? for the english version [according to the wiki], which is a bit better. French version was directly before Volpina, the ep in which he is studying the book with the miraculous in it [probably researching whether or not he was correct about the ring lol]…it’s just like, the further away from Volpina the ep is, the less sense it makes to me??? It loses it’s relevance the further away it gets, so it just really fuckin baffles me. 

Also, as a personal note, i could honestly ramble and rant about the Agreste family drama for days, cos it’s literally my favourite aspect of the show… i love it more than the love square, i love it more than fuckin adrino and chloenette, i love it more than butts i love it more than air. so just… mashing it all together right in the beginning, instead of spreading it out and letting it breathe a little…. idk it just fuckin gets to me ok? it bothers me a lot.

But maybe that’s just me tho.

anonymous asked:

Hello!! I'm officially done with Prime Earth after this week. Which title would you recommend for someone who's only focused on books with Dick as a main character before? Preferably New Earth & Batfam related :)

Yeahhh, it looks like the general consensus is that this week sucked for comics.

But alright. If you want something light, casual, happy, and easy to read, I’d recommend Li’l Gotham. It has a [Vol 1] and [Vol 2]. It’s affordable, very cute, and has a Batfamily focus.

Otherwise, my favorite era of comics is the Dick!Bat era. I think Dick had a solid couple years in the cowl, and his relationship with Damian is one of my favorites due to the dramatic character development Damian undergoes. I made [this trade guide], because it’s honestly pretty confusing figuring out how to collect runs. It’s definitely not intuitive to new readers, but you can purchase those trades in chronological order with some confidence. I already mentioned [The Black Mirror] in that post, but I really feel that it deserves to be mentioned again because it’s probably my favorite comic of all time. The story is so thoughtful and symbolic that I would consider it a literary masterpiece, which is not something I say about most comics.

Next, I’d recommend [The Batman Files], because I’ve actually bought it five times. It’s not a ‘comic book’ so much as it’s a personal scrapbook of Bruce Wayne’s life. I think it offers an invaluable insight into the Bat mythos, and I [ramble about it a lot here].

If you’re interested in Dick as Robin and Babs as Batgirl, we have [Robin: Year One and Batgirl: Year One]. One of my favorite comics of all time is [Teen Titans: Year One]. I’ve read it at least six times, but I definitely recommend it for its emphasis on Dick’s roots with the Titans since they’re like a family to him. We also have [Scarecrow: Year One], which features Dick as Robin. I want to be clear and say that I’m not recommending the Scarecrow story so much as I’m recommending this comic for its insight on Dick and Bruce’s relationship. Most Scarecrow fans that I know aren’t impressed with this origin story in terms of Jonathon Crane, but I feel the rest of the comic makes up for that (minus the womanizer angle) because I’m a biased Dick Grayson fan and it should be illegal for Bruce and Dick to be this cute. 

Let’s see, what can I throw at you next… The Nightwing Dixon run. Here’s [Vol 1] and here’s [Vol 2]. [Vol 3] will be out in January. [Vol 4] comes out in April. I really wish DC would release these faster, but unfortunately we’re stuck waiting. This era is where we see Dick gaining complete independence as Nightwing to protect his own city. It’s a story about his growth as a character, and it’s where you go if you want to see Dick as a police officer. (I said the Dick!Bat era was my favorite, but Officer Grayson actually holds my heart and soul.) This is where you go if you want to read about the DickBabs relationship, because Oracle features in this title frequently. What’s more, Tim Drake drops in every now and then, so you get some exposure to him and Dick being bros. Nightwing trades from the 90′s do exist, and I’d definitely recommend searching for them on Amazon or E-Bay if you’re impatient for the next volume. While you’re waiting for the other trades to get released, you can always check out [Nightwing: The Target]. Another random comic I want to recommend is [Birds of Prey #8] for Dick and Babs. That link goes to the kindle edition because the actual comic sells for over $40+ (which should give you an idea of how good it is).

The 1980′s isn’t for everyone, but I’m fond of New Teen Titans, and I think it’s a great era if you’re open to it. The Titans had a profound impact on Dick’s character growth, and Marv Wolfman is the co-creator of Nightwing. He’s one of the most influential writers of this character, hands down, and spent over a decade shaping Dick’s characterization. [Vol 1], [Vol 2], and [Vol 3] were recently reprinted. [Vol 4] comes out in January. This is where you go if you’re interested in the DickKory relationship. It’s also a title I’d recommend to people who were fans of the Teen Titans animated show, since that show was heavily based off of this era of comics.

I often talk about how Donna’s death had one of the greatest impacts on Dick’s life, and I do recommend this era for anyone who wants to see this play out. I think it’s nice if you read some NTT first in order to get exposure to Dick and Donna’s relationship as friends, but this isn’t required. You can start with [Graduation Day] and then move onto Outsiders [Vol 1], [Vol 2], [Vol 3], and [Vol 4], which are written by Judd Winick. Some highlights of this era are Dick and Roy’s relationship (definitely go here if you’re interested in that). This title is also strong in terms of LGBT and PoC representation. Anissa Pierce is a black, lesbian woman. Grace Choi is bisexual, a bad ass, and Asian-American. They end up living together, and I really think this title is underrated in terms of how progressive it is. Be aware that this title explores a lot of dark themes (tw for sex trafficking).

I’m going to move away from Dick Grayson now to highlight some other Batfamily members. [Lost Days] and [Under the Red Hood] offer a quick and easy introduction to Jason Todd, written by Judd Winick. Unfortunately, it’s harder finding the trades for Stephanie Brown and Cass Cain. Cass is getting her trade reprinted in January, starting with [Vol 1], but it’s a ways away. Until then, I’d recommend No Man’s Land, which is really the way to go for Cass anyway since it covers her first appearance. You can find [Vol 1], [Vol 2], [Vol 3], [Vol 4], and [Vol 5] here along with a nice introduction to Helena Bertinelli (For more Huntress, you can try [Huntress: Cry for Blood] and [Huntress: Year One]. Cry for Blood is more highly recommended for being in character, but it’s also more expensive). Oracle is another major focus in NML, as well as Bruce. Dick and Tim both make appearances too. If you find that collecting No Man’s Land in print form is too expensive or too much to read, then I’d like to direct your attention to Graphic Audio, where you can listen to the novelization of this story with voice actors for over 11 hours. [Part 1] is here and [Part 2] is here. I honestly cannot recommend this enough, because it’s an amazing experience to listen to. The voice actors are spot on (you will melt at Dick Grayson’s voice just because), and the music and sound effects are seamlessly integrated as well. If you have to spend your money on one thing on this list, I’d say this is your best investment, particularly if you’re looking for a story that involves the entire Batfamily. Moving on, I’d love to offer some Tim Drake stuff, but DC is lagging here. [Vol 1] of his Robin solo goes into reprint this November, and [Vol 2] comes out in March. This is also where you’d go to see Steph as Spoiler. Finaaaally, to draw this to a close, I want to offer another Bruce Wayne focused story. [Bruce Wayne – Murderer?] comes first, followed by Fugitive [Vol 1], [Vol 2], and [Vol 3]. Dick, Tim, Cass, Steph, and Babs all feature here.

-deep breath- Okay. So this definitely isn’t everything New Earth has to offer, but I feel like I hit a lot of the major stuff, especially from a Dick Grayson / Batfam centric viewpoint. I did my best to focus on stories that are affordable, well-written and easy to collect. <: I hope these characters devour your soul.

Good Girl CH 8: One on One

“How was your first day of school?” His question seems innocent, and the longer I stare at him the more I believe that is actually is. I think back to what Suho told me in the office about how I can talk to them as a friend and give Luhan a small smile.

“It was weird being at a new school,” I pause for a second as I try to find the right words so I don’t come across as a bitch. “Meeting all these new people has reminded me how different I look.”

He frowns, “Did someone make fun of how you look?”

I shake my head, “No one said anything and even if they did Jihyo would have kicked their ass.”

“Watch your mouth young lady,” He says firmly.

“Sorry,” I mumble.

“I don’t like such dirty language coming from that pretty mouth of yours’. You are too beautiful for such words. Only sailors and gangsters say stuff like that.” It takes all of my will power not to point out that I’m pretty sure him and the rest of his friends are gangsters. “But other than that are the teachers good, do you like the classes you’re taking? None of them are too hard right?”

I laugh at his worries, “It’s only my first day, things are still kind of rocky but that’s what happens when you switch schools. I like the teachers, well as much as you can like a teacher, but the classes aren’t that bad.”

“If you have any trouble you let one of know, alright?” He strokes my head again.

“Yes, Oppa, thank you.” I nibble on my lips as I debate on if I should ask him anything. “Oppa, I won’t get in trouble if I ask you any questions will I?”

“Why would you get in trouble?”

“It’s just that I don’t know what questions are okay to ask and I just don’t want you guys to get mad at me for asking the wrong question,” I answer honestly.

“You can ask me anything you want,” He gives me a reassuring smile.

With a deep breath I ask, “What do you do?”

He laughs, like full on dying of laughter, “Is that all?”

I nod.

“Oh goodness little lamb, that is a very harmless question. I’m the head of the finical department of our companies.”

“What kind of companies do you guys have?”

He rests his arm on the back of the couch and begins playing with my curls, “We have all sorts of companies, from restaurants to clubs to big businesses that deal with consulting and distribution.”

“If you guys have so many successful businesses why are you guys in involved with…” I let my sentence trail off and I find myself looking out the window, unable to meet his eyes.

“The things we do outside of our companies are a family business. Most things we do don’t involve what you saw Friday night but some times we have to get our hands dirty and that isn’t something we struggle doing. All we usually do is supply and distribute what is asked for.” I find his openness with me comforting, despite what telling me about.

“Can I ask what happened the night in the club?”

He takes a deep breath as he thinks it over, “In the best way I can describe it is that someone shared something with someone else when it was not their business to do so. We had to confront that person but they weren’t alone and you know how the rest went.”

I nod, “Thank you for telling me Deer oppa.”

He smiles, “Call me Lulu oppa.”

I smile back and nod.

“Oh sweetheart!” Kris calls from the other room.

“I guess our time is up,” Lulu sighs, “I’m happy I was able to finally talk to you.”

“Me too!”

“You are so cute,” He coos as he leans in and kisses the top of my head before going back into the living room. I wait patiently for Kris. He comes into the room and grins like an idiot when he sees me waiting.

“How was talking with hyung?” He plops down where Lulu had been moments before with his legs stretched out in front of him and his arms laying across the back of the couch. He has already taken off his jacket and button up now only in a white t-shirt and dress pants.

“It was fun, I hadn’t really talk to him before hand. I haven’t talk to really any of you. But somehow…” My sentence trails off when he pulls me in close, snuggling me into his side.

“Somehow you wrapped us all around your pretty little fingers.” He picks up one of my hands and begins to play with my fingers. “You are just so small and cute and sweet and absolutely perfect.” I blush at his words.

“Lulu oppa told me you guys own a bunch of companies, what do you do there?” I look up at him; with my head resting on his shoulder I’m able to study his handsome face up close.

“I’m the production head.”

Kris and I continue our casual conversation, his warmth radiates off him , making me snuggle in closer, something he welcomes without question. He tells me more about his job and all the things he does, things I would never picture him doing. He seemed like the rich play boy type with dozens of different girls every night and partying constantly but the more I talk to him the more wrong I realize my idea of him was. Dimple peeks his head in when our time is up. Kris whines as he is forced to untangle himself from me, something I’m not to fond of either but don’t complain since Dimple comes in to take his place as my heater.

“Oh my, you are cold,” Dimple worries as he basically wraps himself around me, pulling me on to his lap. He cocoons the blanket around us, making feel warm and safe. “I’m sorry, this is our first time officially meeting and I trap you in a cocoon,” He mumbles awkwardly and he tries to move us back but I stop him and pull his arms back around me. I curl into a ball and rest my head against his chest.

“This is one of the best first meetings I’ve ever had,” I smile up at him.

The boy blushes, “I’m Lay, or you can call me Dimple if you still want to.”

“Lay,” I echo back, “I’m Jooyoung, and you can call me whatever, everyone seems to be coming up with nicknames.”

“Nice to meet you, Kitten,” He chuckles as he offers me one of his hands.

I laugh and shake his hand, “Same to you. Lay oppa, how old are you?”

“I’m 21, I’m still in university.”

“What are you studying?” I stare up at him.

“Hospitality, I’m planning on becoming head of the human resources department when I graduate.”

I nod, tracing little circles on his chest, “You seem like you’d be good at that.”

He chuckles, “Why is that?”

“Because you are a very warm person. You all are surprisingly warm once someone gets you too show your true selves but unless that happens the rest of them can look cold or mean. But you just look warm.”

Our time passes quickly after some conversations about school, Lay does what I thought was impossible and looked kind of scary when he had to literally hand me over to Puppy. The over excited boy sits down on the soft rug with me, curled around me like Lay was.

“We finally meet,” He beams at me.

“Yes we do Puppy oppa.”

He snickers, “Why a puppy?”

“Sorry, I came up with it when I was drunk so it just kind of made sense at the time, and now I don’t bother to question it.”

“Baekhyun, my name is Baekhyun, little girl.” He pronounces it slowly, as if I was a child.

“Well Baekhyun oppa, what do you want to talk about? Are you in school too?” I ask.

He nods, “I go to the same school as Lay hyung and Chen.”

“Chen?” I cock my head at him, making him laugh cutely.

“I think you call him Dino.”

I clap my hands together in realization, “Oh! Yea, that one, okay! What are you studying? Are you going to join the company as well?”

“Wow they sure told you a lot.”

“Do I already know too much?” I ask nervously. But Baekhyun is quick to calm my nerves, he starts rubbing my back soothingly.

“I didn’t mean to get you worried, I was just thinking out loud. My hyungs just aren’t the open book type. I can admit I have a big mouth, which is why I’m going to be in relations, I can talk a person’s ear off if they let me. I’m just surprised that they told you anything about themselves, here I thought they were just man handling you over here.” He continues to ramble on cutely, I sit back and watch him talk about his hyungs and dongseangs with affection. I don’t say much, just small things that encourage him to keep on talking but I don’t mind at all. His voice is beautiful. “Our time can’t be up yet!” Baekhyun whines as Chen comes into the room dressed in jeans and a t-shirt he some how looks as good as if he were in a hand made suit. “I didn’t get a chance to learn anything about our Joo!”

“Maybe if you would learn to keep your mouth shut, you wouldn’t have that problem, now scram, it’s my turn with the little lamb,” Chen shoos the boy out the door. He looks down at me, still huddled on the floor. “Hi,” He smiles down at me.

“Hi,” I echo back.

“You must be getting bored of all these repetitive conversations.”

I shake my head, “Everyone is so different, it keeps things interesting.” I pat the spot in front of me, “Sit down, tell me about yourself.”

“I would much rather hear about you, and you must be tired of listening to Baekhyun hyung talk for forever,” He says as he sits down in front of me with only a inch in between us, the most space I’ve gotten since this started.

“What would you like to know?”

“Everyone was talking about you and your friend, Jihyo I think, and how you become a completely different person with her. Tell me how you met and what you two do together.”

I find myself laughing at the thought of Jihyo, “We met in the 3rd grade, she had transferred from Seoul and she was the biggest brat I had ever met. She was bossy and mean and snobby. Ugh, I hated her.”

Now it’s his turn to laugh, “That was not what I was expecting, I thought you were best friends?”

“Oh we are, it just took us awhile. She was the stereotypical mean girl, still kind of is. But as time passed she wouldn’t be mean to me, if fact if any of the other kids were mean to me she would bully them right back. I was a really soft spoken child because of the way I was raised so having that person who would defend me was something I really needed. We grew up and got closer, even though we are on two very different levels.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Jihyo is the ideal rich Korean girl while I’m a mixed blood who couldn’t even afford to get lunch everyday. In fact Jihyo started having her maids pack extra food so she could share with me,” I smile at the memory. Chen is giving me a small encouraging smile, urging me to continue. “When we got older Jihyo had to transfer to your guys’ school so we weren’t able to spend as much time together but when we would we could raise some hell. She is a party animal, the crazy girl they write songs about, the heartbreaker, the trail blazer, she is awesome. And she is probably my only real friend.”

“Is that why you get so defensive when Kai makes jokes about her?”

I nod, “I know Jihyo has done a lot of things you wouldn’t want to share with your parents but it’s part of who she is. I don’t enjoy when slutty Jihyo comes out but she does what she wants, dates who she wants.”

He chuckles, “Do I hear a little bitterness?” I hang my head, “Let me guess, she stole a boyfriend or a crush.”

I nod.

“Aw, those are interesting friends to have.”

“She hit on Kitty today and he denied her, is it bad that I kind of enjoyed it?”

He shakes his head, “People like that need to be put in their place every now and then to keep them grounded.”

“You are so wise.”

“Thank you little lamb.” He places a hesitant hand on my knee.

“You are the only one who is afraid to touch me, you and Owl actually.”

He takes his hand away, a blush spreads across his cheeks, “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, I’m just already use to those boys out there who will pick me up without a question.”

“We talked about how we should get your permission to touch you.”

I scoff, “When it comes to casual touching, you don’t have to ask me Oppa.”

He smiles down at his lap and nods.

“Joo-ya!” Elf calls out as he runs up the stairs.

“I guess my time is up,” Chen pouts cutely. I smile at his cuteness and find myself leaning in and placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you for listening.” He grins like an idiot before scrambling out of the room. I look up to find Elf staring down at me.

“Why are you so cute for everyone else?” He pouts as he flops on to the ground on his back. I scoot closer to him, placing his head in my lap and give him one of my best smiles.

“Am I being cute enough?” I coo down at him. His face flushes and he quickly rolls on to his side. I don’t hesitate when I start playing with his hair, I figured it would be relaxing for the both of us. “How was school today?”

“I should be asking you that since you just started, your day was probably more interesting then mine,” His deep voice rumbles.

“I asked first.”

He smiles up at me, “It was pretty fun actually with you there, though I wasn’t able to see you much. I have to get Suho hyung to switch my lunch so we can at least see each other there, I can’t believe he put you in a different lunch than all of us.”

“I think he did it so I could see my friends without someone starting a fight.”

“Do you really think we would start a fight?”

I raise my brow at him, “Are you saying you wouldn’t?”

“Well maybe if those guys weren’t so clingy there wouldn’t be a problem,” He huffs crossing his arms over his chest.

“Those guys are your friends, remember?”

“Yea.”

“I’m sorry I made things complicated with them, they say good things about you guys,” I kind of lie.

He cocks and eyebrow at me this time, “Really?”

I shrug, “In between warning me of how dangerous you guys are.”

“Do you think we’re dangerous?”

I pause as I consider his question, “You might be dangerous but I don’t feel like I’m in danger if that makes sense.”

He nods.

He tells me his name, Chanyeol, and a few other things about him. I feel like it’s a lie when Chen yells that time is up, I could talk to Channie for hours about nothing really. I sigh when he gets up from the floor, he kisses the top of my head on his way out. The wait for the next one seems longer than the others, mostly because all the others would bust in the moment they could. I curiously get on all fours and crawl over to the doorway, but just as I’m about to peek through Owl comes tumbling in barely landing on his feet. He looks down at me with those wide eyes, surprised to find me in such a position. I lean back on my heels and stare back up at him, waiting for him to say something.

“Hi Owl oppa,” I try after a minute of nothing. I shuffle closer to him, still on my knees and pull him down to the floor by his sleeve. For some reason I don’t feel any need to be hesitant with this boy, it’s as if I know he would let me do anything and get away with it. “Say something,” I poke him in the stomach, earning nothing but a small groan. “We don’t have that much time, you should say something,” I grab a hold of his hand and wiggle it around in front of him, “Anyone home?” I tease.

When he still does nothing I plop back on my butt and decide to wait for the time to be up. But I the more I stare at him the more I want to hear him say more than that one sentence he said to me earlier. His sweet honey voice echoes threw my head. “How much time do we have left?” I yell out to the waiting boys.

“Tired of him already?” Kris teases.

“One more minute Kitten!” Lay answers me.

“One more minute,” I repeat to Owl boy. But still nothing, I lean forward so our faces are only inches a part, my hands rest on his thighs, “At least tell me your name.” He blinks those big eyes at me. With a deep breath I decide to use the secret weapon Kitty gave to me, “Please tell me your name, Daddy.” It’s as if I flipped a switch, his eyes suddenly appear less innocent more lustful, and he isn’t an owl anymore he’s a…daddy.

“What was that baby girl?” His honey sweet voice asks, leaning closer. I watch his hands slowly take over mine, holding me in place.

I gulp under his hot gaze, “I asked your name.”

He chuckles, “But baby girl, you already know it. I’m daddy.”

“But I can’t call you that in front of other people,” I mumble, sitting back on my heels but he follows holding my hands tightly in his.

“Why not? Don’t you want to let them know whose baby you are?”

“Times up!” Panda yells.

“Kyungsoo,” Owl boy says quickly before he leans back to a normal sitting position when Panda comes in.

“Kyungsoo oppa,” I say making the now cute man smile, all traces of that sexy man gone. He is gone a moment later, I shift my attention to the new man.

“Panda oppa!” I automatically coo at the sight of him, my hand flies to my mouth, surprised by my reaction to him. He busts out in goofy grin. “I’m sorry that was weird. I don’t know where that came from.”

“That’s okay baby girl, I’m happy you’re excited to see me,” He plops down in front of me. His long legs rest on either side of me as he pulls me closer, he holds my head to his chest as his other arm wraps around my shoulders. I sigh, resting my weight against him as his hand begins stroking my hair. “I’m not use to such a warm welcome,” He comments.

“What do you mean?” I ask curiously.

“Most people tend to think I’m scary, or even frighteningly attractive but are still too freaked out to talk to me let alone smile when I come near them.”

“You are definitely not one of the scarier ones in the group, you are very cute to me. Maybe it’s because when we first met, you played that game with me.”

“Oh yea,” He chuckles, “You were very bad at it.”

“Ya! It’s was because I was drunk, I doubt you could do any better if you were drunk.”

“We will never know.”

“Do you not drink?” I wonder.

He shakes his head, “I drink but I don’t ever want to be around you drunk, I doubt I could control myself around you, especially when you’re dressed like this,” He leans back to give me a once over. He seems in a daze as his eyes scan me, he shakes whatever he’s thinking about out of his head before pulling me back to his chest. “Yea lets avoid that situation as much as possible, with any of the hyungs, especially Xiumin hyung. That man wants nothing more than to eat you up whenever he sees you.” I find myself nibbling on my lip at the thought of Kitty and our little incident from before, and my blood starts to boil again.

“Such a naughty Kitty,” I accidently say out loud.

“I never would have pegged you for dirty talk,” He teases.

“I don’t think I could do it,” I say honestly. “I’m pretty sure I would giggle or blush or something if I had to do actual dirty talk.”

“What does a little girl like you have to worry about talking dirty? That little mouth of yours’ shouldn’t say anything but sweet words.”

“Yes Panda oppa.”

“Good girl,” He kisses the top of my head. “But call my Tao or Taotao, okay?”

I nod. Tao tells me about his studies and how he is in the top 3% at school and he is the martial arts champion at our school, and how Sehun and Kai are our basketball all stars. I feel bad as he tries to explain all sort of things about the sports the other boys enjoy but sports are not something I’m good at so most of it goes over my head.

“I can’t wait for you to watch us play sometime, we can go to the gym since it’s going to be awhile before it gets warm.”

“I don’t really like watching sports, do you think I could try playing with you guys? I’m not very good but I figure if I have a couple of experts in my corner I could figure it out,” I smile.

“Oh god no, you could get hurt or something.”

I pout, “Than be gentle with me.” I don’t get the chance to hear his response when Kai barges in.

“Hyung out,” Kai demands, pulling me off the floor and back to the couch. Tao gives me one more smirk before leaving the room. Kai sits down on the couch with me like I was with Luhan, face to face.

“So bossy,” I tease.

“What did you talk about Kyungsoo hyung?” Kai asks curiously.

I shrug, “Nothing really, I barely got his name from him.”

“Kyungsoo Hyung is really weird when it comes to girls,” Kai explains for the older boy.

“You all seem to be. I heard you aren’t touchy people but I beg to differ.”

“We aren’t, not one bit, we can’t stand when people touch us.” I cock an eye brow at him as I watch his hand that is resting on the back of the couch play with my curls.

“How does sex work than?” I find myself wondering out loud. As soon as the words are out of my mouth my face begins to burn with embarrassment, Kai has never looked so amused.

“I could show you but you are different, I would want you to touch me,” He smirks at me.

“You know what I mean, stop teasing,” I swat at him.

“But it’s just so fun, but fine,” He has to stop for a second to get all the laughs out. “We usually end up using restraints or just holding their hands with ours, depends on what we have handy.” I nod, my hands move on their own as I start rubbing my wrist, not liking the idea of being tied up. Kai notices and places his hands over mine, stopping the movement. “Like is said though, you are different, we want to touch you as much as we want you touch us. Understand?”

Again I nod.

“Now if you have any questions about sex, feel free to come to me for answers or demonstrations,” He winks at me.

“Sorry Kai but you are probably the last person I would come to,” I answer honestly.

“Why? Who would ask then?”

“Probably Kitty or Luhan or maybe Suho or Lay.”

Kai scoffs, “What makes them so special?”

“They are the type of people who would take it slow, and be able to control their urges.”

Kai grumbles something under his breath but doesn’t say anything else. The rest of our time is spent with me trying to convince him I don’t hate him and that he is just as attractive as Kitty and Luhan.

Sehun comes rushing in, grinning like a child, he drops to his knees in front of me and buries his face in my stomach, and his arms go around my waist. I laugh as he nuzzles my tummy, tickling me slightly.

“Sehun-ya that tickles, stop it!” I scold the younger boy who just does it more.

“You guys have fun,” Kai grumble as he leaves the room,  a deep frown on his face. I can’t focus on him for long with Sehun wiggling his way under my sweater and button up. His nose finds my bare stomach, he takes a deep breath, breathing me in.

“Sehun, what are you doing? Don’t smell me like that, I haven’t taken a shower today.”

“But Noona,” He whines looking up at me, “You smell so good. Like strawberries and vanilla.”

“Stop saying stuff like that.”

“I can’t help it, I just want burry myself in you right now.” I don’t know if he meant that the way I took it but a blush spreads across my cheeks and I quickly pull my shirt back down making Sehun whine.

“You can’t just say stuff like that.”

He huffs, “But you smell so good and you are just so warm!” He tries to sneak up my shirt again.

Oh boy.

anonymous asked:

did you like the new video? were there any special parts?

oh my god yes, i’m shocked we got the follow-up so soon but i loved it just as much as yesterday’s??? a lot of the same thoughts apply here–dan being so proud, phil being so happy about dan’s praise, both of them bonding over the music from classic games, dan’s interest in phil’s childhood and wanting to know all of these details about how phil made it and how his friends reacted, etc. some standout moments for me: 

  • i mean obviously the angel threesome. what even. i feel like the point i’ve worn out to death on here about phil is that he’s been pushing back on the innocence trope for some months now, and has been increasingly comfortable w sexual comments/innuendo/teasing (and not innuendos that are made in a way where he seems to not be aware of what he’s saying.) and yet i was still hashtag shook to see him discussing threesomes so casually and giggling about it, and honestly weirdly startled to be reminded that phil was just like any other sex-crazed 14 year old boy lmao. i loved that whole bit so much. i love that they kept it in despite the break with phil’s mostly g-rated commentary. i laughed so hard at the way they were trying their best to make it seem innocent with those “tea party” comments,, but there was just no salvaging it. i was obsessed with the way dan was rendered nearly speechless, and how phil just stayed completely calm and was being super cheeky and kind of teasing dan for his reactions. also .. interesting that it was a MMF threesome rather than phil just wanting the main protagonist to have a threesome w two of the angels .. hmmm. then phil saying that alex would be worn out after the second round like …… .. i think i actually blushed wtf
  • the part when they were walking through the space maze and you could see little bits of the sky and phil pointed at one of the stars and said “we’re there, i can see our house” and dan went “awww” and i started to cry lmao. the way phil’s mind works is so beautiful i dont’ even get it ,, like he was just looking at the space background and thought to make this cute af remark that kind of acknowledges the sheer enormity of space but that he and dan exist in that space together, in one home wtf?? ? ? and he said it just to make dan smile??? ? ? and it was so casually done as like a throwaway comment that probs anyone would’ve missed amidst this 40-min behemoth of a video but they kept it in anyway and it was so sweet :( i was rly fucking emotional about it  :( also “our house” in general in any context,,, pls 
  • “this is tumblr we’re talking about, they need that gay shit.” uhhhhh. interesting comment from dan. it hit me in a strange way bc like,, i’ve heard this exact thing said about tumblr way too much by The Straights™ as a way of criticizing this platform and also a way of criticizing the driving force of a lot of fandom (which is obvi a need for more queer representation across all media basically.) but it’s interesting bc it’s also kind of a joke-y thing that people on tumblr and inside of those fandom spaces say a lot (like, ‘gimme more of that gay shit’ lol) and they (we) sort of own up to in a self-aware and humorous way. it’s interesting to me that dan decided to make that comment bc from the most objective evaluation it honestly comes across as derisive/rude/offensive, but he’s sort of implicitly asking us to view him as a Tumblr Resident himself (or even a queer person himself lol) and interpret the comment in a humorous way, rather than a critical one and that seems important to me. like a (hetero) outsider can’t rly make that comment without being completely offensive and horrible but dan felt like he could make it, and in so doing, he sort of puts himself on the same level as us in a way? idk. i need to think about this more 

just generally these two videos have given me so much to think about regarding phil and also dnp’s partnership. both videos felt like such a soft and lovely reminder of exactly why i love them so much. the level to which they are able to celebrate each other and demonstrate how much they have in common, how much their senses of humor align, how much they value each others’ opinions and minds, it’s all just so incredible to watch. and phil… like. this was such an important reminder to me of just how deep his creative talent probably runs. if he was making this at 14 (with all the time and effort and dedication and complex thought that that required), i can’t begin to fathom what he could make now, at 30, with 16 more years of knowledge and experience and exposure to all kinds of films and games and books. i feel like phil could make almost anything he wanted. he probably has innate writing talent and ability, and he clearly has the capacity to imagine and construct original characters and worlds. it brings me back to a central question i’ve always had about phil which is why he doesn’t exercise this creative energy more and why he is happy making things for AP that are, to be frank, somewhat formulaic and frequently just vlogs about his own life. i could ramble on that subject for a while as there are a few ideas in my mind for why he put himself into the AP box (security probably foremost on that list) but i’ll save that for another time. i’m just so happy they chose to make these videos though. it was so incredibly original and refreshing and beautiful to see them have so much fun and share in their love for each other. some of the best dapg content ever, for sure.

(mark of oxin 2

anonymous asked:

Hi hi!! Can I get Jason Todd x reader ?? Like he meets them at a book store or something like that.,, pls and ty :)

Hi, just as you requested! Thank you for sending your request in and hope you enjoy! It might be short but nevertheless, I really do hope you enjoy this! 

Jason grumbles under his breath as he waits in line. Out of the things he could have done, he still can’t believe he is doing this. The things he does for Timbers, Jason mutters a curse under his breath, ignoring the appalled look the mother in front of him is giving him. 

The line is moving slowly and Jason is starting to get bored. He wants to leave, to go back to safety and the comfort his bedroom has to offer but he had already promised Tim that he will get the book for him. He would not have done this if his younger brother had not been extremely sick. 

Jason is minding his own business, playing a game on his phone when suddenly someone is pushed against him, causing him to lose which disrupted his winning streak. He almost swears but turns around instead to scold the perpetrator only to hold his tongue back. 

“S-sorry! I didn’t mean to, I was pushed,” You ramble off, feeling extremely embarrassed as well as mortified about what had just happened. You too had been minding your own business - counting the number of people left in front of you until you can get a hand on the copy of the latest boom by your favourite author - when someone became rather impatient and started pushing people forward. “I am so, so sorry!” Your cheeks are red with embarrassment and it also did not help the fact that the man you had just bumped in to has the handsomest face you have ever seen! 

On any other girls, he would have find this attitude very annoying but somehow, on you, Jason thinks it’s very cute. He shakes his head. “It’s alright - just an accident.” He rakes his brain, trying to find a topic so that he can keep talking to you. 

Though thankfully, he did not have to because one, the line started moving which cause the two of you to move accordingly and secondly, you started the conversation yourself. 

“I have been waiting for this release ever since they said they were going to release it! I honestly cannot wait to get my hands on a copy and then get a cuppa and sit and read.” You tell the man in front of you excitedly. The two of you are drawing nearer to the counter and you could almost feel just how close you are in getting that book!

Jason chuckles at your excitement. “I can’t say I relate to that.” He offers and when you tilt your head to the side (he finds this adorable too and Jason thinks he should probably stop because he just needs to!), he continues talking. “I am only getting this for my younger brother. Huge fan, I must say. He is currently on bed-rest.” Jason does not even know why he is telling any of this to you but he is. 

You smile, endeared by the thought that the man is doing his brother a favour. Then it was his turn to buy the book and in your excitement, you immediately forgot about the conversation. Getting your own book and having it signed by your favourite author was enough to make your day! 

Only when you stepped outside of the bookstore that you realize that you might have blown a chance to get to know the man earlier. There was just something about him that made him very attractive. You sigh at your lost chance and is about to walk towards the subway station when a hand on your shoulder stops you. 

You jump a little before turning to look at… the man from earlier! He is looking at you with an amused expression and you blush slightly. 

“Are you always this jumpy?”

“Only when you’re around.” You blurt out before gasping, eyes wide with what you have just said. “Oh my God, I am so, so sorry! I don’t know what came over me - I normally don’t go around insulting people I don’t know - I am so sorry!”

Jason chuckles. “Well you can make it up to me by coming alone to this cafe I saw on the way here.”

You open your mouth and promptly close it shut as you stare at the man in front of you. “What?” You ask dumbly. 

Jason grins at you. “My name is Jason and I’m asking you out for a coffee date.”

You blush at the invitation. “I’m Y/N… and yes, of course.” You accept his invitation because this is the first time you have ever felt any attraction to a man. “But what about your brother’s book?” You gasp. 

Jason shakes his head. “Timbers won’t mind waiting an hour or two. He still needs rest after all.” Jason explains, the last time he texted Alfred, the old man had told him that Tim only just went to sleep. So he has a few hours to spare before he needs to go back to the manor. “So shall we go, Y/N?”

You smile at him and nod your head. “Lead the way then.”

Weepy

A little something short & sweet from my list of prompts & requests I have for the next little while. Enjoy!

***

You were a crier. 

Harry had known that ever since you watched a sappy movie together the first week of your relationship and you cried at the happy ending. It was something that he always found endearing and that he loved, and he loved being the one to kiss your tears away when they somehow appeared.

You and Harry were enjoying a quiet night in when it happened. He’d been so busy in the studio lately that he rarely had time to just sit and enjoy your company, so tonight he’d made a big deal of making that time for you. You appreciated it, and even though he gave you the option of doing whatever you wanted, both of you were pleased with the choice to stay in. 

You were snuggled under a blanket on the couch—you were on opposite ends, both of your backs leaning against the armrests. You both had a book in your hand. Even though you were reading, every so often you would look up at him and catch him glancing at you in return, which would cause you to smile and look down immediately. It’d been months since you’d started dating, and he could still make you blush just like that.

You were about halfway through your book when it happened.

“Babe? Wha’s wrong?”

Sniffle.

“Nothing.”

“S’not nothing, c’mon, (Y/N). Wha’s going on?” You heard the concern in your boyfriend’s voice, and as the tears streamed down your cheeks you forced yourself not to look at him because it you looked at him, you wouldn’t be able to collect yourself.

“I’m ok-kay, I promise I’m okay,” You began to ramble through sniffles and little hiccups, which caused him to reach and put his book down on the coffee table. 

“C’mon, beautiful, talk t’me,” he insisted. With a soft huff, still not meeting his gaze, you finally gave in.

“It’s just that…well, my favorite character died,” you sniffled softly, your voice quiet and a bit timid as you admitted the reason for your sudden onslaught of tears. As soon as you said the words you closed the book and hugged it to your chest, brows furrowed and your lip in a small pout.

“You had me scared for a moment there, you goose…” Harry exhaled with relief, shaking his head with a small smile on his lips. His heart swelled at the fact that you were crying over something like that—it only proved how big your heart was, and he loved you all the more for it.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s stupid. I just—”

“Shh, I promise s’not,” he reassured you, nudging your calf with his toe in an attempt to make you smile. “Jus’ don’t like seeing my girl upset like this. Wha’ can I do to make it better?”

You simply replied with yet another huff and pout, unwilling to look at him. You were mourning the death of your character—for fuck sakes, this world was real to you if you had anything to say about it and this was just not okay. You had a few choice words to say about it and the fact that this little piece of something you loved would no longer exist in this fabric of the universe really got to you.

“What’re you doing?” You asked as you watched your boyfriend sit up and crawl towards you. He grabbed ahold of your legs from overtop of the blanket and outstretched them so he could get better access to your frame. You then squealed softly as you felt his hands at your sides, tickling lightly while his lips traveled up your stomach in chaste kisses.

“I’m cheerin’ up my weepy girlfriend,” he explained, pressing several smooches to your neck which made you exhale a soft giggle as you squirmed underneath him.

“I am not weepy!” You protested, setting your book on the carpet beside the couch and pressing your hands to his shoulders in an attempt to get him off of you, though it was only half-hearted at most.

“Yes you are. You’re the weepiest most precious thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered against your cheek. There was a moment of silence before you felt a burst of a tickling sensation against your skin in the form of a raspberry that Harry was blowing against your features.

“Harry!” You squealed, now laughing as you squirmed beneath him even more. You poked his sides in return which caused him to jump a bit, but he retaliated by holding onto your wrists and pinning them down against your sides whilst his lips continued their assault on your features.

“You,” he started, pausing for a kiss against your chin. “are beautiful,” Kiss. “and kind, and compassionate,” Kiss. “and you have the biggest heart tha’ I’ve ever seen, an’ that’s why I love you, precious.”

You gave into his kisses and just grinned as he spoke, exhaling the last of your tears in the form of a sigh and playfully tangling your legs with his to keep him close. 

“I love you,” you replied as you lifted your head to steal another quick kiss from his lips with an exaggerated smooch. 

“I swear, the only downside to you s’that I have to buy so many tissues.”

You delivered a swift kick to his shin, followed by a breathtaking kiss that made you forget all about the tears you’d shed. 

anonymous asked:

Look, I love witches, witches are cool, I'd love to believe that I could do cool witch stuff and still be a Christian, but like Paul straight up said to not do that ish in Galatians 5:whatever, so idk what y'all doing.

I think you are thinking Galatians 5:20 which in the original Greek is the word pharmakeia. Where we generally get our word pharmacist. But it denotes a person who misused drugs to probably poison people. The word was translated into sorcery which was seen as an evil person doing evil things with magic, then after King James got it translated he had it changed to witchcraft to further his book on demonology that he had written before hand. Which was pretty much superstitious rambling.

That being said. Because you didn’t know the scripture number, I had to go read through to find it. I have now seen that Paul is much more in an uproar over circumcision than he is about witchcraft.

Special editions - a rant

Something that really bothers me, that’s honestly probably my biggest pet peeve when it comes to books and publishing: special editions with exclusive content. 

I know they’re meant as “let’s cash in as much money from the fans”, but I feel they’re incredibly disrespectful to the majority of the fan base. Most people don’t have access to these special editions. Most of them can hardly afford to buy the book in the first place, let alone cough up more money for special editions, which don’t only look different (think Lady Midnight special edition, or the countless Harry Potter ones), but also contain exclusive content - like novellas, art or other shenanigans (think Sarah J Maas books). Not only that, but there are books which have several special editions, each with different content. 

All fans should have access to the same content. It’s incredibly disheartening to realise that you won’t be able to buy a book in your favourite series that has something unique, because it’s only available in certain regions, or if you do have friends who can get you the book, you’d have to pay a fortune in shipping fees. Frankly, I think it’s unfair. Firstly to the people who can’t afford/don’t have access to the special edition, and secondly to the fans who can afford it, and want to get it, but are forced to pay full price for several editions that contain virtually the same content, with 1% being something new. You shouldn’t have to measure your love for a book or series by the amount of cash you’re willing/able to spend on it.

Add to this box sets of a series being released like a year after the series ended, but hey, it’s a box set so it’s pretty; paperbacks released months after the hardback, which conveniently contain novellas or previously unreleased content, complete cover redesigns years after the series concluded. I can go on, but I’m already bitter enough, so I’ll stop.

neat idea for people who disagree with my posts: MAKE YOUR OWN

Your Flowers Will be Waiting (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

Your Flowers Will be Waiting (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

Notes: I was listening to “I’m Me” by Us the Duo, and it reminded me of a headcanon I read somewhere saying Jared played clarinet in high school (which I LOVE). And then somehow I came up with an idea that involved a flower shop, and this happened! I also love headcanons about Jared not at all being an outdoors person, sooo idk I just feel like he probably has a pollen allergy (and also gets sunburned super easily and is very clumsy when he goes on hikes with Evan, but that’s for another fic, probably!!). Also, as you may remember from my other Jared fic, I am convinced he loves The Office and no one can tell me otherwise (I mean, come on, Michael Scott literally responds “Kinky!” to something Jim or Dwight says in the first episode).

Anyway. This is pure fluff.

Warnings: Tiny bit of swearing … also Jared makes a slightly crude comment about the romance novels his grandma reads.

Words: 4010

You’ve been watching customers meander in and out of the flower shop for the past three hours when the bell over the door announces the entrance of a boy with crooked glasses and a familiar smile.

An involuntary flutter goes through your stomach as you push your book aside and wave at him from your perch behind the counter. Ever since you graduated high school two months ago and started working here, it seems like he’s been in almost every time you’ve had a shift. At first you weren’t sure why—he never bought anything, just asked a bunch of questions about the various flowers. Once you asked if he was going to buy anything, and he said he was thinking about getting a bouquet for his nature-obsessed friend. You weren’t sure if he was kidding or not.

You’re still not exactly sure why he comes in, but it doesn’t matter so much anymore.

“Hey, Jared,” you call.

“Hey,” he replies. He slides his hands into the pockets of his shorts. “How’s it going?”

“Fine. We got some new flowers if you want to see them.” You motion toward the window display, which you spent a good chunk of your morning arranging. “They’re over there.”

“In a minute.” He comes to the counter and props his elbows on it, leaning toward you. It used to make you feel strange—you had gone through high school feeling pretty much invisible, and it was weird to have a boy talk to you so close, especially one you didn’t know. But now you don’t mind. If another guy did it, you might feel uncomfortable, but Jared does it in an oblivious kind of way like he just wants to hang out, not like he’s trying to hit on you.

Not that you would mind being hit on by Jared Kleinman.

The book you were reading before he came in rests amidst a scattering of stray leaves, its pages lying open to the middle. Jared taps a finger on it. “Whatcha reading today?”

The Prisoner of Azkaban.”

He huffs out a short laugh. “Harry Potter?”

You feel your cheeks flushing a little, but a smile you can’t control pops onto your face. “Hey, those books are classics. My grandma even read them.”

“Then your grandma is way cooler than mine.” He smirks. “I tried to make her read them in fifth grade, but she was too busy with semi-pornographic romances.”

“Oh god, I didn’t need to know that.” You cover your face with one hand and laugh. “Now I just have this horrible image of … that … in my head.”

“You’re welcome.” Jared pushes a finger under his glasses and rubs his eyes; they always get red and watery when he comes in, and he’s usually sneezing by the time he leaves. You used to think it would keep him from spending so much time here, but he told you his friend makes him go on hikes in the woods and those are way worse than this.

“So,” he says. “How late are you working?”

“I get off at four-thirty.” You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear; your hair isn’t really long enough to put in a ponytail, but you still try to tie it back every day anyway. “Why?”

“Just wondering.”

You twist back and forth on your stool; it lets out a painful creak that makes a lady looking at flowers by the door glance over at you. You pick up one of the stray leaves from the counter and tuck it into the crease of The Prisoner of Azkaban to mark your spot, then close the book. “Aren’t you ever going to get a job?” you ask Jared.

“I’m trying to get an internship, actually. I want to get some experience under my belt so I’m not totally clueless when I start school.”

Jared is going to Rochester Institute of Technology this fall. He’s going to major in Computer Science, which, based on how much he’s rambled about gaming, the computer he’s been trying to build since ninth grade, and the miracles of the modern cell phone, doesn’t surprise you. He’s lucky, you think—from what he’s told you, it sounds like he’s always had some idea of what he wants to do. You, on the other hand, aren’t sure what you’re doing. You know you’ll be attending North Country Community College come August, but that’s about it.

“That’s a good idea,” you say. “Do you think you’ll get one?”

“Maybe. I probably won’t get paid, but I mean, I can always work on the weekends or at night, right?”

You finger the worn edge of your book; it’s soft from dozens of rereads. “I heard the 7 Eleven down the street is hiring.”

“Ha, ha.” He scratches his nose and shifts his weight so his side is leaning up against the counter. “What about you, loser? You decided what you’re going to school for yet?”

You smirk. It’s a question he asks almost every time he visits, and every time you make up a new answer. Yesterday it was Criminology with a minor in Icelandic Poetry, which both of you are pretty sure doesn’t actually exist. “Maybe Meteorology? And then maybe I’ll minor in Botany.”

Jared lets out a choked sound. “No. God, no, you can’t do botany.”

You laugh. “Why not?”

“Because I already have one friend who won’t freaking shut up about plants. I can’t deal with another one.”

“So we’re friends?”

He gives you a look. “I’m in here almost every day even though my eyes are burning out of their sockets, Y/N. Come on. Gimme some credit.”

A blush climbs up your neck and into your ears. You bite down on a smile and find another loose leaf on the counter to pick at. “You know, we don’t always have to hang out in here if it bothers you.”

He shrugs. “Don’t worry about it, I’m good. But I’d like to quit standing, if that’s okay.”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” The other customer is gone now, so you motion for Jared to come sit on the extra stool behind the counter. He scoots around the corner of the counter and climbs onto the stool; for an eighteen-year-old boy, he’s a little short, and his Vans hang a good way above the floor.

“So,” you say. “Am I ever going to meet your other friend?”

Jared takes his glasses off and cleans them on the corner of the button-down shirt he has layered over his green R2D2 shirt. “You’ve met him.”

“When?”

“In school.”

You make a face at him. “I didn’t go to school with you.”

“Yeah, you did.”

You cross your arms over your chest. “No, I didn’t. I would remember that.”

Jared smirks. “Why, because I’m so charming?”

“Because you’re so obnoxious.”

“Wow, nice. Thanks.” Jared slips his glasses back on. “I was in band with you in eighth grade. Remember?”

You cringe a little at the memory of middle school band. Your parents thought you should try playing an instrument, so you tried the flute—and failed. “I spent most of band hiding in the bathroom because I sucked so bad. So no, I don’t remember.”

“Okay, well, I was there.”

“What did you play?”

“Clarinet.” He picks a leaf off the counter and rolls the stem back and forth between his thumb and forefinger. “I spent most of band seeing how loudly I could make it honk.”

“Oh my god. I remember that.” You can’t help but start laughing. When you weren’t hiding in the bathroom, you kept your head ducked so no one would notice you. But there’s still an image in your head—a memory of a short, pudgy kid blowing on his clarinet until his face went bright red and the teacher screamed herself hoarse. “Was that you that honked right in the middle of The Blue Danube?”

“Yep.” He tears the tip off the leaf. “That was the most epic moment of my middle school band career. Also my last.”

“Did they kick you out?”

“Yep. So instead I had to do some stupid wood workshop.” He rips another piece off the leaf. “Majorly boring.”

“I can imagine.” You watch him shred the last bit of the leaf. “God, I can’t believe I didn’t know that was you. We didn’t go to the same high school, though, right? I switched after freshman year.”

“Yeah, I know. I think we had, like, Spanish I or something together before you left.”

“Did I have any classes with your friend?”

“Probably, although if you didn’t remember me, then you probably won’t remember him.”

“Why not?”

He reaches onto the counter and begins to scoop all the stray leaves into a pile. “’Cause he’s quiet.”

“I thought you said he wouldn’t shut up about plants.”

“Well, that’s true. But that’s just with me. He’s quiet around big groups of people.” He lifts a rose leaf and inspects it. “He’s actually the reason I came in here in the first place.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“He had this first date with this girl he met at work—he works at a state park, can you believe that? Anyway, he thought it would be cute to give her flowers but didn’t want to actually go buy them. So, being the nice guy that I am, I offered to get some for him.”

You roll your eyes. “Humble much?”

“Hey, I think it was a pretty nice thing to do. He’s the one who came up with the idea in the first place anyway.”

“Well, you never bought the flowers, and you’ve been back, like, a hundred times since then, so explain that.”

Jared snorts and points to himself. “Do I look like the kind of guy to know how the hell you’re supposed to make a flower arrangement?”

“We have premade ones,” you say. “And I offered to help. Remember?”

“Yeah, but remember you were watching The Office on your phone and we started talking about that and got distracted?”

The memory makes something soft and warm light in your chest. You had only been working for a few days and had been out of school for just over two weeks. You didn’t really have any friends from school, more just a few acquaintances, but you still missed the company of other people. Getting to chat with a random kid about your favorite show had eased some of that loneliness—especially when he showed up again during your next shift. “That was nice,” you say.

“I know. Which is why I came back.”

“You told me you were looking for flowers again when you came back.”

“Well, that too.” He scratches his nose in a bashful kind of way, almost like he’s trying to hide his face for a second. “I thought the whole flower idea was kinda good. So, I was going to try it.”

You smirk; the tips of his ears have gone pink, and he’s twisting back and forth on his chair. This might be the first time you’ve ever seen him act shy. “But again,” you say, “you never bought any flowers.”

“Because I realized it was actually really stupid. I mean, asking a girl out with flowers? Who does that?”

“I don’t know,” you say. “I think it sounds sweet.”

He wrinkles his nose. “Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’s a little cheesy, but flowers are nice.” You pull one of the leaves from his pile and twirl it between your fingers. “No one’s ever given me flowers, except my parents, and that doesn’t really count.”

Jared raises his eyebrows. “Seriously? You work at a flower shop but have never gotten any?”

Your face heats as you drop your gaze to the leaf pile. “Don’t act like it’s so shocking. I’ve just … I’ve never had a boyfriend.” You watch the way your leaf’s deep green colors blurs when you twirl it. “Does that make me seem lame?”

“No. I’ve been told guys in high school are dicks anyway.”

You glance up at him. “Did someone say that about you?”

“Only a couple times, and I wasn’t actually dating her anyway.” He puts an elbow on the counter and props his head up on a fist. He’s bent over a little, leaning a little closer to you, and you can see the bright blue of his eyes. There’s a tiny spot of warm brown in his right eye you never noticed before, and for some reason it makes your heart trip through several beats.

“So back to the flower thing,” he says. “Do you really think it’s not stupid?”

You laugh again. “Jared, I already told you, I think it’s cute. Why? Are you seriously telling me you haven’t asked out whoever you were going to ask out, like, two months ago?”

He shrugs. “Maybe.”

“Oh my god! Okay, I’m helping you pick out flowers and you’re asking today.” You scoot off your stool and move to get around the counter. “Do you know what kind of flowers she likes?”

“Why the crap would I know that?” he asks, following behind you as you stride toward the front of the store. “Just pick your favorites and I’ll get those.”

You roll your eyes at him but then focus on the task. The two of you wander around the store, Jared watching while you sift through the containers of flowers. You search for some of your favorites but also keep in mind that Jared probably doesn’t have a lot of money to spend on flowers. You’re pretty sure you can make it work; sometimes when there’s no one in the shop, you like to brainstorm new combinations of flowers.

Within fifteen minutes, you’ve gathered a mix of baby’s breath, soft yellow daisies, and lavender. Jared watches from his stool behind the counter while you clip the stems and arrange them in a narrow vase.

“I think this will be good,” you say, nestling a sprig of baby’s breath next to a large, pale yellow daisy. “It’s pretty without being too much. Too much would be cheesy.”

Jared pushes his glasses up to rub at his eyes; by now they’re bloodshot and watering enough that he’s wiping tears away before they can dribble onto his cheeks. “Are you sure about the lavender? It kinda smells.”

“It smells nice in small doses. I’m only putting a few sprigs in.” You glance up at him. “How soon are you giving this to her?”

“Soon.” He shifts so he’s leaning his elbow on the counter like he did earlier. “Today, maybe.”

“Are you giving them to her on the date, or asking her out with them?”

“Which do you think is less cheesy?”

You give him a look. “Are you really this insecure?”

He sputters a little. “No! Obviously not. I just want to do this right.”

You sigh a little, although you’re smiling. There’s something endearing about this nervous side of Jared. “I think you should wait until you’re on the date to give them to her. Unless you’re not going out for a couple of days. The baby’s breath will last for a while, but the daisies won’t do so well.”

Jared grunts and begins to pick at a sprig of baby’s breath lying on the counter. You swat his hand away. “Stop, you’ll ruin it.”

“This is just extra, you already have a bunch in there.” He leans forward to inspect the flowers you’ve already put in the vase. “So what did you say your plans were for when you get off work?”

“I don’t know. I’ll probably just read or watch TV or something.”

“Wow, that’s exciting.” He waves the sprig of baby’s breath at you. “You know, you should really get a life.”

You make a face at him, but the teasing smile on his mouth keeps you from snapping back at him.

“What are you doing when you quit stalking me?” you ask. “Calling this girl you’ve been pining over for two months?”

“Maybe so.” He ducks his head and sneezes into the crook of his arm, his shoulders shuddering. When he looks back up at you, the tip of his nose is pink, and he groans a little. “Ugh. How long until you’re done?”

“Just a second. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” He wipes his wrist across his nose and then props his head up on his fist. “You should give me your number, since you have no life and obviously need someone to get you out of the house.”

You scoff at him. “You don’t know if I have a life!”

“I’ve known you for two months and basically all you like involves TV, reading, and music.”

“And all you like involves video games and building computers.”

The corner of his mouth jerks up in a smile. “Touché. But I hang out with Evan, at least. Do you hang out with anyone?”

The question brings a familiar ache to your chest. These hours spent with him are like spots of sunlight in your week. The rest is almost all just gray loneliness. “No. I mean, I want to, I just … I don’t really know anyone.”

“Not even from high school?”

“Not really. I had acquaintances, not friends.”

“Okay, I definitely need your number,” Jared says. “You can’t just stay home anymore. Also, you and Evan would get along obnoxiously well.”

“Is Evan the kid who likes trees?”

“Who’s obsessed with trees, yes.” There’s a marker next to your register, and Jared moves off the stool to grab it. Once he’s back on his stool, he holds the marker above his forearm. “What’s your number?”

You want to insist you have a life, but both of you know you don’t. And it would be nice to make some friends.

You give him your number while you finish the flower arrangement. It’s a little sparse, but there’s something cute about it. It has a kind of rustic look, like it’s made from wildflowers. There’s something sweeter about it than the overly full bouquets you’re used to making.

For a moment, you let yourself be jealous of whatever girl will be getting the flowers, but then you brush the thought away.

Jared moves to the other side of the counter and digs through his pockets while you ring him up. You almost wish your boss was here to see the flowers; for the price Jared’s paying, it’s a pretty cute bouquet. It’s the first time you really feel like you knew what you were doing when you created it.

Once Jared has paid, you hand him the flowers. As he reaches for the vase, your number stands out on his forearm, the writing big and dark on his pale skin. You motion at it. “Don’t forget to text me sometime. You know, since my life is so boring.”

For some reason, the bashful smile he had earlier makes a reappearance, and you feel your heart flip inside you. “I will,” he promises.

***

You’re at home lying on your bed, an episode of The Office playing on your laptop. You smile a little—Jared would probably laugh if he saw you right now; he was right, you really do have no life. Not that getting to lay around watching TV isn’t nice. But it would also be nice to have people to go out and do things with.

You yawn and stretch your legs out on your bed. After Jared left the flower shop, work dragged by. Some lady came in and yelled at you for an order someone apparently messed up. You didn’t recognize her or the description of the flowers she wanted, so you’re pretty sure it was a coworker’s fault, but unfortunately they weren’t there to endure the yelling. You think you dealt with it well, but it left you a little frazzled and with a slight headache.

Beside you, your phone buzzes. A text from an unfamiliar number scrolls across your screen. Are you home yet?????

That stupid, uncontrollable smile from earlier yanks at your mouth again. It’s silly, considering you saw him just a few hours ago, but you don’t care.

Yes, you reply, then add, Stalker.

You expect a snarky response, but instead your phone rings.

You hold the phone to your ear with one hand and pause The Office with the other. “Hello?”

“Hey,” Jared says. The sound of his voice makes you wish you were back at the flower shop with him. “Whatcha doing?”

“Being boring.” You sit up, your legs crisscrossing. “Did you call that girl yet?”

There’s a slight pause. “Yes.”

“And? What did she say?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

You make a face. “I don’t get it.”

He sucks in a deep breath that makes static fuzz in your ear. “This is lame, but so are the flowers, so I’m just going—”

“The flowers aren’t lame,” you say. “We’ve already been through this.”

“Okay, okay, sure, the flowers aren’t lame. But this is.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, so unfortunately I can’t reassure you.”

He laughs, but it comes out a little wobbly. It reminds you of the sudden shyness that came over him in the shop today.

“Like I said, this is lame, but just listen,” he says. You wait for several seconds before he speaks again. “Do you want to go out?”

You blink at the paused image of Pam and Jim talking on your laptop. “Like … on a date?”

“Yes, like on a date.”

“I—yes, but I thought …” Your heart pauses for a second as it dawns on you. Your mouth falls open, and for a moment all you can do is breathe wordlessly. Then you start laughing. “Oh my gosh, you dork! You’re such a dork!”

“Rude!” Jared says, but you can hear laughter in his voice. “I just asked you out!”

“After waiting two months!” You fall back on your bed, laughing so hard your ribs ache. “You made me make my own flower arrangement,” you gasp out.

“Yeah, well, I would have done it, but you wouldn’t even let me touch the baby’s breath,” he says. “Also I had to take a bunch of Benadryl when I got home, so I think we’re even.”

You feel dizzy with excitement and laughter, and it takes a couple seconds for you to calm down enough to suck in a deep breath. Something happy is happening inside you, something fluttery and warm and ticklish in between your ribs. “Obviously I’ll go out with you,” you say. “When were you thinking?”

“I was gonna say tonight, but the Benadryl kind of knocked me out, so my parents won’t let me drive.”

“I can come over,” you say. “You know how much I love hanging around the house watching TV.”

“I definitely do.” He lets several seconds pass before adding, “That seems really lame for a first date.”

“Oh my god, Jared, get over yourself.” You cup a hand to your cheek; it’s flushed with excitement. “I’ll be over in an hour.”

“Are you sure?” he asks.

The giddiness inside fades into something warmer … softer. Despite the way he spends most of the time teasing you, Jared Kleinman is not as cocky as he seems. There’s a gentler, less sure side of himself, too, a side that makes you like him even more. You’ve been a little in love with that louder, more confident side of him since the first time he came into the shop and started chatting with you, and you can feel yourself falling fast for this deeper, more serious part of him.

You like Jared for all of him, and it makes your voice go quieter as you tell him, “I’m sure.”

“I’ll text you my address.” The smile you’ve come to look forward to so much over the past two months fills his voice, and it makes your stomach ignite with butterflies. “Your flowers will be waiting.”

Can’t Shake This - Bellamy Blake Imagine

Authors Note: I just love this gif so much that’s all.

Originally posted by astraeastronaut

Reader x Bellamy Blake

Word Count: 1,157

Warning: cuteness

“Stupid (Y/N)! Why are you such an idiot. You had one job, just one job why did you do you constantly stuff these things up?” You whispered talking to yourself. You had stormed off out of the dining hall of the ark just wanting to be alone and were pacing around lost in the massive camp. “And now you’re talking to yourself what fun.” You huffed leaning against the closest thing, which happened to be the outside of the weapons centre.

“As much as this is entertaining, you should probably get inside before it starts really storming.” Bellamy smirked startling you a little. “I don’t know you were out, uh here, uh. Okay I’m sorry, I’ll go.” You rambled thinking of what you said, wondering if you mentioned the disastrous thing you had done. You had one job, do not like your best friend’s brother romantically. 

What a cliché. It shouldn’t be a cliché you’d fall into. No one was supposed to even have a brother. You’d read about this stuff in books. Saw it in the movies on the ark. It happened so many times and overtime you’d think it was cute, because it was foreign to you.

But now, oh boy were you in deep. He got you hook, line and sinker. 

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anonymous asked:

Sir Atticus, first of all, thank you for making the e-books free! But personally, I would feel (kinda) bad if I just snag them without paying anything. So would you be open for a pay-what-you-want kind of thing? Like, we can put anywhere from $0-$whatever? I'm not saying that you should do this, but I was just wondering. Thankies much!

You are very kind, but the books will be forever free.

At the moment, the Evil Supply Co.’s store is more general fun wickedness. I do not offer, lets say, a “Strawberry kissing Red Kelp” t-shirt. A huge chunk of the folk who shop at the store don’t know about the stories, and huge chunks of people who read the stories want character-specific things over genera wickedness.

Strategy

The books aim to bridge that by reaching out to new audiences, making it easier to read for the existing audience, and tap into folk who enjoy our stories but do not want to just occasionally read them when they are on Tumblr and a story goes live. Its a bit hit-or-miss, as this is the nature of social media, and something I’m looking to get around.

Mix and match

The other thing – Evil Supply Co. stories are rambling. Timelines are seemingly non-existent, characters are introduced willy-nilly then disappear, sometimes for actual years, grammar is more of a suggestion than a set of rules that make sense. Nothing makes sense!

Which works really, really well for ESC but is a hard sell on books.

Plus, by keeping them free, it allows me to completely mix-and-match anthologies to what makes sense, rather than worrying about “ah papercuts are people going to feel ripped off if I build a 13-story book about Strawberry and Red Kelp? They’ve already seen 7 stories if they have yadda-yadda-yadda books.”

It also allows me to do things like “Here is a book. It is literally nothing more than pranks Lemon Peel has played on Atticus. There is no plot. Just an increasingly exasperated shape shifting villain and an equally increasingly happy tiny yellow dragon.”

A Timid Lie - Cheryl x Fem!Reader request

Masterlist

@idle-lanes @sgarrett49 @murderyoursoul @moonlight53 @redhairedoddity

Anonymous said: hey, do you think you could do a archie or cheryl (whichever you’re more comfortable with) xreader where archie/cheryl gets really flustered around the reader and kind of rambles on about stuff which always makes the reader laugh, but that makes archie/cheryl kind of put down so they start to avoid the reader until the reader confronts them about it and they admit their feelings while the reader admits that the only reasont they laughed so much was because they were so happy around them?

A/N: I changed the prompt slightly but hope you like it.


“Oh my god….”

Y/N looked up from her book catching her friends eye across the table. “What C?”

“I mean just look at her outfit…I can’t understand how that Muggs girl leaves the house like that…”.

“Cheryl….”.

“Yeah yeah, I know. Be nice. But come on, that’s a cry for help over there!”.

The girl sat there and sighed, a bit disappointed in her friend. She knew Cheryl had a dramatic side - it was what partially drew her to the red headed bombshell. But sometimes Cheryl could be harsh for no reason. A reason that Cheryl herself would later admit.

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