it could have been way cooler

She got hot!- Peter Parker

Author: raeswritings

Pairing: Peter x reader

Requested: Yes, by anon

Request: Can u write about Peter and reader being friends and she moves away around middle school and come back junior year and she glowed up alOT and Peter is too scared to talk to her thinking she changed but she’s still in love w him.

Warnings: angst? fluff

A/N: It feels good to be back writings!! This is my first peter imagine. Hope you guys enjoy it xx

Originally posted by tomhollandcouk

For as long as anyone could remember, Y/N, Peter and Ned have been the three musketeers. The best of friends who always caused mischief everywhere they go. Their friendship dates all the way back to first grade when six year old Y/N dissed Ned’s and Peter’s favorite movie, Star Wars, claiming that it was stupid and that Star Trek was way cooler than Star Wars. This caused an argument between the three. Ned and Peter telling Y/N why Star Wars is superior to Star Trek. Which led them to Peter’s apartment where they watched both Star Wars and Star Trek. The rest was history. 

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Camping - Smut

Originally posted by sarcasticallystilinski

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 3,649
AN: So this happened? Have some filth. Thanks for being patient. Thanks to @writing-obrien​ and @celestial-writing​ and @rememberstilinski​ for helping me out with this! Y’all are the best and I love you guys sm.


You rolled your eyes as you trudged through the forest, your backpack slung over your shoulders and your sleeping bag rolled up and tied to it. Of all the people you could be paired with, it had to be Stiles. The two of you were at each other’s throats constantly, and you had a feeling that this was Scott’s underhanded way of trying to get you to get along.

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  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: it's been almost 2 years and i still think about how much better the doctor who 50th would have been with paul mcgann in the role of the war doctor. i just don't understand why a new incarnation played by an entirely random actor was necessary. especially when paul mcgann was so willing to return to the role of 8th doctor. are you really telling me he was only willing to do the 7 minute prequel? i don't believe it. he would have totally done the 90 minute episode. he's been playing the role for years off screen, longer than any other actor to boot, he would have totally taken up the offer to return to the screen. it would have been such a great book end to his movie as well; 7's regeneration into 8 and his regeneration into 9 both on screen. amazing. and do you know how much cooler it would have been to see the 8th doctor? To see him betray the name of the doctor, to see him become so desperate to stop the madness he throws himself into the war he tried so hard to avoid? do you know how much more heart wrenching that would have been since he's a character we actually know? why did they force a random regeneration on him when they could have actually used HIM for the episode? i just don't get it. it would have made so much more sense too. especially since in a way the 8th doctor really is the bridge between classic and new who and isn't that what the 50th was all about? celebrating the two and bridging them together? he was the first doctor to try to bring doctor who back - the bridge already existed. how does it honestly make sense to throw a man who never had anything to do with doctor who in as the bridge? that's just silly, isn't it? john hurt is a great actor and all but he's not the doctor, you feel? like we all assumed 8 was the one who fought in the war anyway, why change that? and wouldn't it just have been amazing to see paul, david and matt on screen together? like c'mon, they would have been fantastic. why didn't this happen? WHY DIDN'T WE GET PAUL MCGANN??? I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
Dad!Shawn. Baby Fever

A/N: A little dad Shawn for you. Enjoy! Plus please send me requests, writers block sucks. 

Ever since Shawn found you that you were pregnant he has been way protective. Well, more than usual. 

When he found out you were having a little girl, it only got worse.

“Now I have my Queen and my Princess to take care of.” He would say when the topic came up. 

Fast Forward a bit and she’s now three. 

She’s got his brown curly hair and his brown eyes, but she’s got your sassy personality. 

You roll over ready to cuddle into your husbands chest but his side of the bed is empty. You sit up confused, checking the clock.

2:17 am

“Shawn?” You whisper out.

You hear nothing in response. 

The light to your bathroom is off, and he always leaves it on so you know he isn’t in there. 

You start to wonder out of your room, praying that he isn’t up late stressing about work again. 

You sneak into his office and notice that the room is dark and that he isn’t in there.

“Shawn?” You ask out again. 

Nothing. 

You start moving down the hall, headed for the stairs thinking he got hungry and maybe ventured for a snack. 

But you hear him singing your daughters favorite song so you follow that sound. 

Her door is open slightly and you peak your head in. The light is off but her butterfly night light illuminates the room a soft pink. 

His back is to you and your baby girl is clinging to him as he rocks her softly back and forth, singing ‘Never Be Alone’ to her. You smile at the scene in front of you. 

You lean against the door frame and listen to him sing, secretly it’s your favorite song too. When she expressed for the first time that it was her favorite you weren’t surprised because that’s what you played on repeat when he was away while you were pregnant. 

He makes his swaying into a circle and sees your face. You smile at him but he is still singing softly. He now knows that his audience has gotten a little bigger. 

“Is she asleep?” He asks.

“Yeah, what happened?” You whisper walking to him slowly. He continues to sway her back and forth.

“I woke up to go to the bathroom and heard her crying. I ran in to see what was wrong, she always slept threw the night. She told me that she didn’t feel good, she’s running a fever.” He says in all one breath. 

“Ok.” You nod.

“I didn’t know what to do so I called mom.” He sighs looking at the floor.

“You called mom?” You ask. 

You’ve been calling Karen mom for years, being with Shawn since high school it just became the way you addressed her. The same for Manny, you call him dad.

“Yeah, it’s just my first response.” He shrugged slightly, hoping not to wake the sleeping toddler attached to his shoulder. 

“You could have woken me up.” You laugh lightly.

“Yeah that’s what mom said.” He chuckles. “Anyway, she told me to give her some Tylenol and change her into cooler pajamas.” He says, making you notice the new ‘Moana’ jamies she is now in. 

“Wanna know a secret.” You whisper.

“Always.” 

“I would have called mom too.” You laugh.

“See, I knew I was doing the right thing.” He laughs lightly.

“Honey you should put her down and go to sleep too. You have to be in the studio in the morning. I’ll call my boss tomorrow morning and let her know I can’t make it in.” You start off before he cuts you off.

“I already talked to Andrew, I cancelled my studio appointment.” He says as she hides her face into his neck. He smiles slightly.

“Shawn, why did you do that? You’re writing,” You start to protest.

“You have that big meeting tomorrow, all I am gonna be doing is sitting in a room messing with chords on my guitar. I can do that at home while she sleeps.” He says shutting your argument up. 

“Thank you.” You smile at him. He’s so thoughtful.

“Go back to bed babe, I got her.” He nods.

“You can come back to bed too, she’s asleep.” You say putting your hands on your hips.

“Yeah I know, I just want to hold her a bit longer.” He says so soft you almost can’t hear it.

“Ok.” You says rubbing his shoulder before walking out of her room back to yours.

*

<The Next Morning> 

You wake up and Shawn is still not in bed. You decide to let it go and get ready for your day. You take a shower and do your hair and make up before heading downstairs. 

Walking into the kitchen you see Shawn on the couch, asleep, with your daughter laying on his stomach, also asleep. You smile at them and take a quick picture with your phone, setting it as your new background. 

Your whole world is sleeping on the couch in front of you and you curse the fact that you have to leave for work. 

You walk over quietly and kiss the side of your daughters head softly and then your husbands forehead. 

“I love you both.” You whisper before leaving for work. 

*

<Once you get home>

“I know mom, I just don’t know what to do anymore. She isn’t getting better.” You hear Shawn. “Yes I’m stressing out, my baby is sick.” He says frustrated. You slip your shoes off and start walking to the kitchen. “Soon,” He says looking at the clock, he catches your gaze and you can see him relax. “Or now, she just walked in.” He says. He starts listening and then hands you the phone.

“Hey Mom.” You smile taking the phone.

“Hey Y/n” She says, calmly. “So miss Y/d/n is sick huh?”

“Honestly I haven’t been home or up long enough to assess her.” You say instantly feeling guilty. 

“I heard, I understand. Same thing happened when Shawn was her age.” She says making you feel better.

“Explain it to me?” You say. 

“Sounds to me that she has an ear infection. Wouldn’t shock me, Shawn had those all the time as a baby.” She says, you can imagine her smile.

“So we should take her in?” You ask.

“Yeah, just to be safe. They’ll give you some antibiotics for it and she should be better in the next few days.” She explains.

“Ok, thanks mom. Means a lot.” You say noticing your stressed out husband watching you intently.

“Ok, tell me how it goes.” She says before bidding her goodbyes and then hanging up. 

“Well?” Shawn asks. 

“Want me to take her in, so you can rest?” You ask grabbing your shoes.

“No I’m coming.” He says right on your trail. You agree and you both get her ready and take her to the ER. You drive so Shawn can sit in the back next to her. 

*

<After ER Visit>

“I’m gonna go get the antibiotics” Shawn says standing up from the couch. 

You guys had just gotten home from the ER and your baby was asleep next to you on the couch. She has been diagnosed with an ear infection, just like Mom had thought.

“Ok, can you get some orange juice?” You ask as he grabs his keys.

“Of course.” He says before walking out. 

Not even five minutes after he is gone Y/d/n wakes up and starts crying. 

“Wheres daddy?” She asks with tears running down her chubby face. You feel your heart break seeing her brown eyes so tearful.

“He went to get the stuff that’s gonna make you feel better baby.” You coo letting your hand comb through her hair.

“Can you hold me?” She asks blinking heavily.

“Of course baby.” You smile as she crawls into your lap. “You want me to sway you the way daddy does?” You ask and she nods. You pick her up and she clings to you the way she did Shawn. You start swaying and grab your phone and start playing her song and she calms down instantly. 

You continue to sway her and she asks you to sing to her. You turn your phone music off and hear the melody in your head as you softly sing her ‘Never Be Alone’. You will never match the way Shawn can do it but she falls asleep as you sing to her. 

“Ok that’s the cutest thing ever.” Shawn says setting a bag on the counter. You turn and look at him and see him smiling. “When did she wake up?” He asks.

“Five minutes after you left. Asked for Daddy, guess I’m second best.” You tease and he looks at you telling you that he didn’t like that joke. 

“You are not second best.” He says putting the orange juice into the fridge.

“I know, she’s just a Daddies girl.” You smile at him. He smiles too and starts to read the instructions for her meds. 

“God, she’s gonna hate me when I make her take this nasty pink shit. I know I hated it.” He groans.

“Want me to make her take it?” You ask him. He looks at you with hopeful eyes.

“No I got it.” He says. 

“Come take her.” You say to him. He walks over and you transfer her to his arms. 

“I said I got it.” He says as you walk to the counter.

“Yeah but your eyes said something else.” You grab the liquid and her sippy cup full of orange juice and walk over to them. “Baby.” You rub her shoulder.

“What Momma?” She whispers.

“Daddy got the stuff that will make you feel better. You just gotta drink this stuff and then I have some juice for you.” You say as she opens her big brown eyes. “Then Daddy is gonna sing to you.” You smile knowing that that will get her to take it. She nods and then you hand her the medicine and she takes it like a champ. She doesn’t even complain about the taste. 

“Did she take it?” Shawn asks.

“Yeah like two minutes ago” You say as she hands you her sippy cup. 

“She didn’t even complain.” He says confused.

“Yeah well I didn’t either when I had to take that.” You say walking to the kitchen. 

“Well we know where she got her personality from.” He winks at you. You smile and wash out her sippy cup. 

“Just sing Mendes.” You say as you start to walk up stairs. He follows you and takes her to your room. He lays on his back with his baby laying on his stomach. 

“C’here babe.” He says waving you over. You crawl into bed and he holds you with his free arm. 

“Got my Queen and my Princess, what else could I ask for.” He smiles down at you. 

It’s with great honour and gratitude to reach one thousand followers for my main/booklr/aesthetic blog. I’ve had this blog for almost a year, having that I accidentally deleted my old blog of 4 years. In the beginning, I was devastated that all my old personal blog that I’ve spent practically my whole high school life, was deleted and never retrievable but I with that, I took a deep breath, let go of that past, and started anew with this blog. A blog that I shared a specific passion in books, mythology and  other aesthetics with. This blog changed everything. With it, I met a lot of new and amazing people with the same passion as me. I’ve found more books to read, shows to watch, inspirations for art and above all, friends to connect with. And with all that, I say thank you to the following whom I admire and give praise.

To Michelle aka @perxephne
Without you, none of this would have happened. You’re the first book friend I’ve met before this blog! I credit you to helping me get into reading more, being with me through happy and hard times, and for becoming my first best internet buddy who I actually met! You’re such a kind, beautiful, sophisticated young soul. The kind you read in a Donna Tartt book. Thank you for sticking with me all this time and helping me blossom this blog to what it is.

To Diana aka @kazzriel
I am so thankful that our paths crossed and I got to know you and connect with our love of A Court of Mist and Fury along with other books like AEITA and SOC. I first reached out to you cuz we had the same name lol and being fangirling best friends makes this blog worth while a lot of the time. I want to thank you once again and a million times more for the package of books you sent me! It’s just really cool to think we’re so far apart from each other yet we’re this close. I’m so ready to fangirl about ACOWAR with you!!!!

To my GF squad aka @dirtyhandsnet
You girls changed this blog for me indefinitely. I never knew I could connect with such amazing friends and create a kind of sisterhood (or girlfriend hood?) with you girls. We connect with each other on such a high level that I don’t think most networks have. I’m so glad that I have such a supportive, caring group like you. Thank you and NMNF.

To Allie aka @alohomra
You’re such a refreshing ray of sunshine when I met you in person! I think we could have talked for hours upon hours more than what we had back then. You’re a small piece of inspiration as to why I’m going into Digital Media Design here in MB. You’re so nice and bubbly and really cool! Thank you for the being there for me!

To Jem aka @lovesclub
Thanks mom (we’ve been mutuals for the longest time and you helped me get on my feet as a booker) You’re way cooler than me.

To Simi aka @ninazcneik
I think you were one of the first 10ish people to follow me and definitely the first mutual I’ve had. You always stick out to me. I always have admired your blog and it gives a smile to see you ask for a blograte and my notes (I’ll definitely pick up The Diviners just for you, don’t worry!). It makes me proud to be close to a blog that makes beautiful edits and is so #aesthetic. We’ve silently been stuck together since the beginning so I want to credit you in the growth of this blog too!

Even though she’s inactive at the moment I want to thank Jolly aka @rhyesand
I’m so happy we started talking to each other! We’ve got more than a month’s worth of Snapchat streak and let’s never stop! You’re so cute and cool and smart and you helped me go broke with all the book buying but without it, I wouldn’t have gotten ACOWAR at 50% off?? Like wow! Thank you for being awesome!

To @mythologicalnet , vixensnet , and mermaidntw
I want to thank these Networks for accepting me! It’s great honour to be part of your networks too!


For the rest, I’d love to thank the following people for their blogs that help me build this one.

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@adampairrsh, @adamperrish, @adamsey, @adaestra, @adriansydney, @aesterea, @alekzandermorozova, @alinastakov, @alisonreynclds, @alrightpotter, @aly-naith, @aminyard, @andrewminyurd, @arctmis, @ardennttly, @arisdantes, @artemiseia, @arteomis, @ashryvaer, @asteriaria @astveria, @aphrodihe, @apcllo, @avdrewminyard, @baudelaireklause, @bb8s, @bellhound, @blcise, @bleuczerny, @bloesargent, @blsgnt, @blueganseys, @blueganseys, @bluesey-182, @bluesurgent, @bluvsargent, @breisls, @cabeswaeter, @cabeswatre, @cedricdiggoury, @chainsaw-assassin, @chxngsey, @cigarettesmokeandexyracquets, @citriene, @collinslily, @crooked-queen, @cuipid,  @czrenys, @daisycalloway, @damnitminyard, @daniellewildes, @dawncourt, @deadparrish, @demtr, @dickgasney, @dolcegf, @drogonqueen, @drunklesbian, @dvurmstrang, @edgarapoe. @elains, @eterniety, @etherealae, @exyjosten, @faeyre, @faeyries, @fcyre, @feyrearcheron, @feysanded, @fleurrdelacour, @fleuvrdelacour, @fourmillionkruge, @foxhoescourt, @foxhole-way, @francesjanvier, @ganceys, @ganszey, @gcldentrios, @gcrdcn, @ginnyv, @ginnyweaslsy, @glitterdower, @greatganseys, @greywaren, @gwcnllians, @gxnnyweasley, @haermes, @havilliard, @hayleylkiyoko, @heartrenderatheart, @heartrnder, @heart-brekker, @hecaites, @heistia, @herimone, @herxnstairs, @highfaerys, @hsinfully, @hufflevpuff, @huntzbergrs, @hynpos

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@ilsirius, @illuminosity, @inejgaffas, @inejjghafas, @jamespottver, @jcssdavis, @jcstcns, @jeansmoreau, @jeremoreau, @jeremynox, @jespefrahey, @jesperfaehey, @jesperfaheyy, @jesperfehay, @jesprefahey, @julietcapulaet, @julieteferars, @julietteferrarrs, @julietteswarner, @juqheadjonesiii, @katiebells, @kazbrekkev, @kazbrxkkers, @kazheartbrekker, @kazrietvelds, @kazrrietveld, @kazzbrekkers, @kellls, @kerouc,  @kestrelofthenorth, @ketterdcm, @kettercrows, @kettersdam,  @kindvillains, @kvndav, @lilabard, @lilabarrd, @lillabard, @lindseymorgan, @lonan-rynch, @loranhale, @lorencobalts, @loveskaz, @maelide, @maenons, @maevencalore, @maraudre, @mcnstress, @mendcza, @mermaeid, @merflk, @minyardx, @mjnyard, @monmouth-manufacturing, @mooncourt, @mrozova, @mrpheus, @mydarlinginej, @neiljosteq, @neljostns, @nikolailatnsov, @ninaezenik, @ninahelvaar, @ninaszcnik, @ninazaenik, @ninazenirk, @noahccerny, @noahczerney, @noahczerny, @nomournersnofunerals, @nymphadcra, @nikolai-lantsov, @ofwelshkings, @ohbrekker, @ohczerny, @ohrhysand, @ohsturmhond, @ohvaltersen, @okayodysseus, @olympius, @orlasargent, @oydsseus, @oylmpians, @padmepatil, @palmetostate, @patrioclus, @patroiclus, @pcrcy, @percyjacksou, @persephnne, @persrephone, @poethry, @poisonharleiy, @prettyminyard, @primriose, @pureblud, @puresblood

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@queencarstairs, @queenvictoriaroyalty, @quidittch, @qveenaelin, @qveenofthenight, @raavenboys, @raevnclaw, @ravkan, @ravnsclaw, @reetvelds, @reneevvlkr, @retourneralamer, @reynlds, @rhysahd, @rhysand-you-smooth-fucker, @richardesgansey, @richardgansvy, @richardiiigansey, @rikomoriyamaa, @ronunlinch, @rosecallaway, @rovinsky, @ryhsand, @rykemedows, @saintkaz, @sanabakkxush, @sarrgentblue, @savagekaz, @saverichardcampbellganseyiii, @scorpusmalfoy, @siriusblacc, @sixcfcrows, @six-of-crows, @softfeyre, @softghafas, @softmoonlights, @softprongs, @sons-of-ilios, @spiderinej, @spookyamren, @startouchd, @stormborn, @sxofcrows, @thaleias, @thaliagraced, @thebooknymph, @theravcnboys, @theunseeliecourt, @thominho, @trialsofapollo, @troysivan, @tvvinkletoes, @tylerjosephs, @victorvalc, @vildes, @vvilde, @vvinterhayle, @warlockrune, @warners, @wayland, @waywardbutonward, @wespers, @wildhvnt, @williamherxndale, @winonaryder, @wvylanvaneck, @wylanvansunshine, @wylanvanwrecked, @wylenvanek, @zenikss

ok possibly unpopular opinion but phichit chulanont had the best-looking costumes at the gpf!!! both of his were BEAUTIFUL and neither of them were borrowed from victor nikiforov!!!

Game System

Story

Korekuni Ryuuji: Tomo, I put out my cup, so go prepare the hot water and teapot.

Aizome Kento: There’s no way I could make a mistake like that. It was in the ice water in the wine cooler.

Miroku Shingari: It’s a magazine where a lot of our senpai have been on the front cover. Don’t assume it’s something small.

In this game, you’ll get lots of info on their private lives and past…!
Let’s see lots of surprising sides! ♪
Also, you’ll be able see a closeup to KiLLER KiNG more than anywhere else!

The story part uses the Live2D system!
You won’t miss the members making various expressions that match the story!

Quest


Advance through quests and unlock new stories and songs.
Clear a lot to get various items, and let’s level up the member you’re interested in ♪

(see Glossary for more Items)

Live


You can enjoy B-PROJECT’s wonderful songs in a rhythm game!
Form your own special unit, and enjoy a live performance ♪

Recorded songs
Koudou*Ambitious / Hoshi to Tsuki no Sentence / Starlight / Yume Miru Power / Muteki*Dangerous / Kirakira Smile / Gokujou Fiction / Eikyuu Paradise
Songs are planned to be added at any time

Photo


Lots of photographs of the B-PROJECT members are being introduced!
When you level up a photo, you can read special stories!
Let’s level up the photos of members you’re interested in ♪

Member


Use leveling Items to level up your favorite members!
Strong members will be helpful for the Quest ♪
Furthermore, when you raise them to the maximum, they will change to an awakened visual!

anonymous asked:

I would like to kindly request child au! scenarios of Ayato, Laito, Kanato and Subaru going back to school shopping! I bet they would all have the cutest backpacks and things!

Admin Mawile:(*´▽`*)

Ayato:

-”Mom, look! This one is way cooler!”

Shopping with Ayato was an exercise in patience. Not only did he run off at every turn, he wanted everything he saw as the slightest bit interesting. 

He was holding up a red, pattered backpack, covered in designs of some popular children’s show and shaking it in a way that clearly said want. You glanced at the cart full of other supplies he’d chosen. 

He did have to have school supplies. 

The second the backpack was in the cart, he was gone, bolting off towards the art aisle before you could blink.

Kanato:

-The whole time you’d been out shopping, Kanato had been miserable. 

He’d insisted that Teddy needed supplies too, and had refused to perk up unless the bear got them. 

 Even a bear-themed pencil holder hadn’t been enough to snap him out of his mood. He was currently holding it to his chest, looking like the very picture of a pouting, grouchy child. 

“Alright, let’s go have a look at the Teddy-sized things.”

With that, there was an instant change. Kanato almost immediately tore off a ahead of you, too excited to wait any longer. 

Laito:

-Shopping with Laito was… interesting. 

He was curious about absolutely everything, asking politely for the cutest items he found after near endless digging. 

Your cart was piled high with name-brand, stylish school supplies, most of it in varying shades of green. Glancing at the macron themed stationary he’d just tossed in, you sighed. This was expensive. 

Mom, may I please get this one?”

His expectant, delighted expression was too much to say no to, and another item joined the ever-growing pile. 

Subaru:

-Subaru had always been uncomfortable with getting new things. 

He was convinced that you were “wasting” the money on him, and didn’t like to bother boy by asking for more than he absolutely needed. 

Currently, he was clutching a black, plaid lunchbox, at least a few dollars more than the cheapest red kind, and staring at the floor miserably. This was the first time he’d shown interest in anything you were getting him. 

“Hmmm, that one does look like it would last longer.”

The way his face lit up was absolutely priceless, beyond delighted that you were willing to get something for him. 

Andre Burakovsky - Party

Originally posted by temipanarin

Can you do a Andre burakovsky imagine where your friends with one of his teammates and that friend has a party and you are entertaining their kids and Andre sees you and is smitten and you two are introduced and you hit it off.

Word Count : 1350

Warnings: None

Shoutout to the anon who helped me with Swedish!

“Trevligt att träffa dig också vacker” - Nice to meet you too, beautiful


It’s was the end of the season party for the Capitals before they all head back to their main countries for off season. Each year a team member volunteers their house to throw a party so everyone can get together one last time. This year was TJ’s year. You’d been friends with him ever since you were little through your older brother. He basically became another brother to you. With that, he invited you to the party this year. You knew some of the teammates through him but not all of them. You were nervous at first but your brother decided to come along as well.

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Luckiest Girl

((Don’t know where this came from, but I’m dedicating it once again to my beautiful, curly-haired women of color. I’ve been feeling a certain way about The8 lately- a good kind of way! He’s just changed so much and I think it’s cute/hilarious! I just remember him saying once that he wanted to have a cooler image, but didn’t think he could because he couldn’t help but be cute. Then one comeback later- BAM! Cool kid all the time. I mean, what? Anyway, enjoy this little something I did. Thanks for reading!))

Pairing: MinghaoxReader

Genre: Fluff/Slight Angst

Word Count: 5,155

Summary: There were pros and cons to being an exchange student. The pros included learning a new language, new culture, and meeting new people. You know, learning that there’s something much bigger than you and your little side of the world. The cons? You missed home…a lot. But you weren’t alone. You were never alone. 

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No Skin Off My Back

Request:   Hey I was wondering if I could request a Leonard McCoy imagine? Where the reader is a bamf and saves crew and/or him on an expedition but gets badly hurt and fluff..?

A/N: I seem to have accidentally deleted the message this is from, so I don’t know who it was from. I’m really sorry

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Stercus Accidit

We normally wouldn’t post our own writing here, as it goes against our rules, but today we’re making an exception.  This is our co-written contribution to the @xfficchallenges dialogue only challenge.  We may or may not have gotten a little drunk last night, and this is the result.  We hope you think it’s as hilarious as we did, because we couldn’t stop laughing.

Authors: @kateyes224 and @piecesofscully
Timeline: Season 6, somewhere in the middle of Texas.
Rated: PG-13 (for coarse language and potty humor)



“…and my informant promised me he’d meet us at the rendezvous with the photographs he took of the UFO.  I’m really excited about this, Scully, this is the first legitimate sighting I’ve come across since Antarctica, and I just…Scully, are you okay?  You’re not looking super hot.”

“I’m fine. Just feeling a little queasy.  Keep going; since Antarctica?”

“Oh, since Antarctica there have been only a half dozen or so sightings that have been anywhere near legitimate, and I’ve been thinking, would someone in Roswell, New Mexico, be more likely or less-”

“Mulder, does the air conditioning go any higher?”

“Uh, no, I think it’s at the highest setting.  Anyway, Roswell has been a notorious hotbed for UFO activity since the 1940s, as you know, but lately sightings have been more sporadic-”

“Can you, um, oh wow, could you roll down the window or something?”

“Scully, it’s like 115 degrees outside.  It’s way cooler inside the car than it is outside.  Is something wrong?”

“No! No, I just, is it hot in here? It feels really hot in here.  How many more miles until we reach the next rest area?”

“Uhhh, I think I remember a sign about fifty miles back that said it’d be another fifty miles.  Why?  Are you okay, Scully?”

“Do you have any Tums?  I mean, with the garbage that you consume on a daily basis, I assume you carry some sort of antacids.  Give me one.”

“I’m sorry, Scully, I don’t usually need them.  I’ve, uh, I’ve been blessed with kind of a rock solid gut.  Which is really great for me, given my proclivity for gas station sushi and Velveeta.”

“Oh, my God.  It’s rolling.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It’s my…wow, it’s my stomach.  I knew I shouldn’t have let you talk me into that wet chimichanga, Mulder, my stomach is churning.”

“Oh.  Oh God.  Ummm…do you need me to pull over?”

“On the side of the road?!  No, Mulder, there’s nothing but sand and tumbleweeds out here!  Just keep driving.”

“Scully, it’s okay.  There’s no shame in popping a squat.  I promise I won’t look.  I think we have some napkins in the glove compartment or something…”

“Mulder, please, I’m begging you, stop talking and drive faster.”

“Okay.  So our informant allegedly has some kind of intel from a source on Sheppard Air Force Base’s drone project, which Langly told me a few months ago has been-”

“Oh, God, please shut up.  I need to concentrate- oh my god, Mulder, why won’t my window roll down?  My button’s stuck, Mulder, roll my window down.”

“Sorry, Scully, I think the child proof window lock was engaged.  Here, let me see if I can…there, is that a little better?  It’s still over a hundred degrees outside, Scully, I’m not sure why you-”

“For the love of all things holy, stop talking! I need quiet and the wind in my…Mul- Mulder, pull on my sleeve.  I need to take my blazer- Oh, God, now it’s coming in waves…”

“Here, just give me your arm.  There, is that a little better?  What do you mean, ‘it’s coming in waves?’  You’re looking really red, Scully, are you sure you’re okay?”

“How is there not a rest stop for another fifty miles?  What kind of hell state has rest stops so far apart?  Okay, okay, wait.  It’s getting better, I think it’s going away.”

“What’s going away?  Scully…is there something you need to tell me?”

“No, I’m fine.  I don’t think that Tex-Mex agreed- Oh, God. Oh, no. Shit, Mulder, you need to pull over.  Now, right now.  Pull over, pull over.”

“Scully, there’s nothing but desert as far as they eye can see.  Are you sure you can’t wait?”

“I, um, holy sonofabitch.  Now, Mulder, pull over now!  It’s imminent.”

“Imminent?!  Jesus, Scully, there’s…uh, I guess there’s a cactus over there that might offer you some protection?”

“It feels like there’s a brick with claws sitting in my lower abdomen.  I don’t care, pull the damn car over, and give me the napkin!”

“A brick with claws? Jesus, Scully, that’s…graphic.  Hey, I think I remember an X-File about that, ha. Okay, I can tell you’re not in the mood to joke right now, so, uh…listen, we haven’t passed another car for the last ten miles so I don’t think anyone will-”

“THE NAPKIN! Mulder, give me the damn napkin!”

“Do you want me to get it a little wet, Scully?  ‘Cause that might feel a little better on your…”

“I’ll, uh, I’ll be right back-”

“Okay, Scully, vaya con Dios!  Or, ya know, vaya con…ya know…whatever. Just let me know if you need any, uh, you know…help…or…something.”

“…Oh my god, please no, please no, just a little further.  Just get behind the cactus, Dana…I, shit.  Shit!  Oh, God, Mulder.  Mulder!”

“SCULLY!  Hold on, I’ll be right there!  Just let me-!”

“It’s the spines on the cactus, I can’t hold on to it.  Just… my hand.  Hurry, I need you to hold my hand.”

“Okay, no problem.  Um…Here, just squat down and I’ll support your weight..”

“Don’t look at me! Mulder, do NOT look at me, turn around!  Oh, God, I can’t hold it…”

“It’s okay, I’ve got you, Scully.  Just, uh…there.  Just rest back on your ankles.  I’m not looking, I swear to God.  Just let it go, Scully.”

“God, I swear, I will never touch Tex-Mex again if you- oh God, oh my god, Mulder, don’t listen. Can you sing or something?”

“Sing?!  Okay, ummm…

‘Love…is a burning thing…
And it makes a fiery ring.
Bound by wild desire,
I fell into, a ring of fire…’ ”

“The Ring of Fire? Really, Mulder?”

“I fell into a burning ring of fire,
I went down, down, down,
And the flames went higher,
And it burns, burns, burns,
The ring of fire…the ring of fire…”

“Shitshitshit… Um, Mulder, the napkin…it’s, uh, it’s not enough.”

“What?  Uh, wow, okay…well I don’t have any Kleenex or anything so unless you want me to give you my tie I don’t think-”

“Your tie, give me your tie.”

“Scully, no. I was only joking, and besides, I love this tie!  Frohike gave me this tie.”

“Mulder, just give me the damn tie!”

“Fine. But you know what, you owe me, Scully. And you get to explain this to Melvin when he asks why I never wear my UFO tie anymore.”

“Mulder, we are never to speak of this again.  And, for the love of God, stop humming Ring of Fire.”

Sympathy For The Devil (part one)

summary: Set in 1978, Bill a young yet accomplish cop takes on the crime in New York City. Nervous yet excited to take on his first big task at his new department and prove himself. He soon finds out his partner is everything he had least expected. 

warnings: strong language, mentions of sex acts, mentions of drugs

tags: @kikilikes @itsbillskarsgard 


Sirens were wailing in the distance in East Harlem. The noise growing louder as Bill, pent up with nervous energy, walked down the graffiti’d streets to the police station in which he worked. Finally, about to take on first big case at the station he was transferred to in New York City. He was originally from Newark, born and raised. Although, New York City was just a ferry ride away, the big city still felt daunting. Especially in 1978, the streets were rough, every corner was a wrong turn if you weren’t lucky.

Bill walked in the station, the scent of coffee and cigarettes welcoming him. The secretaries and assistants all in a tizzy getting paper work through from the weekend. Though when he walked by, no matter how busy any of them were, they cocked a head in his direction to say hello. He politely smiled at them and he could literally see how they just melted. It was silly. A fresh young face in the station must have been hot commodity for their daily water cooler conversations. 

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Ok so I actually thought about this a while ago and idk why I’m only posting it now but here you go

Theory: Joseph’s clackers were literally just improvised from a toy he already happened to have with him

When Joseph first demonstrates the clackers, he talks about them as if it’s some cool thing he put a lot of thought into beforehand, but I don’t think he actually did. I think he’s full of shit. Here’s why:

These screencaps are from when Joseph, Caesar, Speedwagon, and Mark were in the car on the way to the colosseum. This couldn’t have been more than like, maybe a half hour before they fought the Pillar Men.

Now what’s important to note here is that Joseph doesn’t say “I’ll show him my special attack”, he says “I’ll invent a special attack”. This implies that he doesn’t already have one- he’s still thinking. (It also means he’s probably been somewhat hyperfocused on wanting a cooler attack than the bubble launcher for a couple hours now, poor guy. But that’s not important right now.)

Obviously, there’s no way he could have thought of a ton of potential weapons to make, decided on the clackers, and created and practiced using them while in the car. So they were almost certainly an improvised weapon.

Now, where did he get the clackers? He certainly didn’t pick them up on the floor of the colosseum. In fact, he specifically mentions that they’re “ordinary American clackers”. This implies that he brought them with him from America, and has had them on his person this entire time. A toy.

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anonymous asked:

Taemin looks soso small and skinny but his cheeks are still round as ever. he doesn't like that so even when he loses weight they won't go away. it must be so hard for him;; pbs twimg com/media/C4iwWFoUcAEIrPp jpg

Ah… he’s so beautiful. Tbh, these last days I’m thinking a lot about Taemin, about what he feels. I didn’t see any people shocked about what Taemin said about boygroups concerts but there’s so MUCH behind about what he said, but… 

(There it goes my opinion because you got me ready to write in my personal blog about this LOL) I guess we get worried because we can’t forget the fact that Taemin is a human being and that he also has his insecurities and he also finds flaws on himself even when he doesn’t have them - it’s something that we all do. So I feel these days Taemin is trying to search for a more manly image, because he’s tired of being defined as cute, because I also feel he gets the meaning of cute as something femenine. I read someone’s opinion around here and it made me think about how Taemin tries really hard to create a cool and adult image from himself not only to show himself as a great singer and performer, but also to protect himself. Like… after all this time he might feel insecure about his image, because he has been exposed lots of times as “beautiful as a girl” instead of just saying he’s beautiful as the way he is. He has an image in how to be cool on his head, and it looks like he’s too focused on his chin, like you can feel he feels that having a well defined chin makes him cooler, while having cheeks makes him look cute.

The reason I was thinking about posting my thoughts was because of this, because I wish someone could stop Taemin and tell him he doesn’t have to force himself to say or act in the ways he does just to create a forced image of himself. It’s true that there’s still people who believes Taemin is cute (in a childish way) or that he’s beautiful (in a femenine way), but the true is that Taemin is cute (sensitive, adorable, funny, shy) and beautiful (handsome, has very beautiful eyes, and a special and unique mouth, etc.). This is why it hurts me so much to see him feeling so insecure about this, because you can feel how he’s actually a very confident person, but he’s fighting against the stereotypes that still follow him. Taemin has such a special beauty and personality, but he’s too focused on being manly to the eyes of everybody, for what manliness means to the public, when there’s no need to do that. It’s really hard to understand because he has been since really young - as the rest of SHINee members - exposed to the media playing a paper that wasn’t his. And I don’t know, lately it’s like he’s going again to search to create a different image just to make people forget about that old image.

Same happened with Jonghyun: he was like the cool, badass and sexy voice of SHINee but he’s a lovely piece of sunshine with a big heart and a big open mind, and some people still don’t want to accept his real self because they go like “ah, I miss the muscles of Jonghyun” like they were something that actually belong to him as a person, you know? Also Onew is not the type of leader who will go to the others and say to them how to act, he’s just a sweet person who just loves his members a lot and just loves to play with them; Key is an incredible person which such a great mind and creativity, members just enjoy playing with him because he’s such a funny and random person, and Minho is not that flaming charisma but also a cutie pie full of love and passion for life.

Ah… I’m so sorry for this long post, lmao. But I wish I could hug him and have at least 10 minutes to talk to him to tell him that he’s just purely beautiful outside and inside. Many people might believe Taemin is rude or cold, but he has such a big heart full of sensitivity and sweetness, I feel he keeps looking for an image to protect himself. Like, “bah, I don’t want to go to boygroups concerts”; he’s himself a die hard stan of Bi Rain, but he’s not the type to expose his feelings that easily. Also, this obsession toward his face… At the end he’s a normal human being full of flaws, fears, dreams… but I wish so hard to tell him that everything is ok… that he doesn’t have to try to follow the rules of genders to look cool. He’s so cool the way he REALLY is.

mmmmm ive been having A  Thought about WC lore all morning and you know like…….i genuinely REALLY wish that in warriors, clan leaders were actually like. treated as some sort of deity or demigod, yyou know???

like - clan leaders have nine lives. but in canon, they’re literally just like any other cat; and thats fine if you prefer it that way, but i always wish that clan leaders actually stood out more other than just being a cat with extra lives. like that would’ve been MUCH cooler and better world building imo??

like imagine a clan leader being a cat who lives like, twice or maybe even three times as long as a regular cat. some cats go through generations of having the same leader, because nine lives help extend their lifespan - so a clan leader could be like…..30 in human years, and even if they’re very old, they’re still seen as a wise and knowing cat you know???

imagine the idea of clan leaders being like….hardly seen, and it’s a privilege to be in your leaders guard / entourage. clan leaders only appear for ceremonies; a deputy will make the announcements for anything else.

also the idea of clan leaders having stars incorporated into their pelts after getting their nine lives, cus YES 

First Kiss

Read the other parts of the First series in my masterlist! Thank you for reading!

Word Count: 1088

Warnings: there’s just fluff

Pairing: Evan Hansen x female reader

The morning breeze crept through Evan’s open window. It brushed softly against Y/N’s drowsy face and rustled through her messy hair. Her hand ran across the soft flannel sheets that clung to Evan’s mattress in the hopes to find Evan’s hand and pull him closer to her for warmth. When her efforts turned up empty, she rubbed her eyes and sat up. It wasn’t hard to notice that Evan was no longer sleeping next to her, and was standing an arm’s length away in his tiny kitchen. Evan’s studio apartment called for close quarters, but neither Evan nor Y/N minded. The boy was sleepily pouring water from a kettle into two mismatched mugs. Y/N smiled softly as she watched him. His hair was messy and a few curls stood up on the sides of his head. He wore the clothes he had worn yesterday, except now they were wrinkly.

“Morning, Ev,” Y/N said softly. Her voice made Evan jump slightly. She had caught him off-guard. His cheeks grew a light shade of pink as he put a tea bag in each of the mugs in front of him and walked back to his bed. He sat on the edge of his bed, handing Y/N a mug that read ‘I’d rather be hiking’.

“Oh wait! That’s the wrong mug! This one’s for you,instead,” Evan scrambled to say. He swapped mugs with her, quickly placing a mug that had ‘I love you bear-y much!’ and two stuffed bears hugging painted on it. Y/N smiled at the disheveled and soft boy sitting in front of her.

“Thanks. I love tea in the morning,” Y/N smiled as she brought the edge of the warm mug to her lips. Evan admired her as she closed her eyes and took a sip of the hot peach tea. Warm hints of honey and fruit filled her mouth, waking her up.

“How’d you, uh, sleep… I guess,” Evan asked her worriedly. He was unsure of what she would say. The thought of her regretting staying the night seeped into his thoughts. She could have been with a cooler, older guy that had the courage to kiss her.

“I slept really great, Evan. You’re bed is so comfortable! It’s a lot better than the one in my dorm room!” She smiled brightly. Evan admired the way the sun’s rays highlighted her hair color. His heart leaped up to his throat as he thought about how much he loved that Y/N was back in his life. Just being around her made his stomach fill with butterflies. They weren’t nervous butterflies, though. They were excited, happy butterflies that made him glad to be alive. Evan hadn’t ever felt that way before, and as each day passed he wanted to feel it more and more.

“Oh, okay! Yeah, that’s great! I mean- it’s cool that you slept well,” Evan said hurriedly. Y/N took another taste of her tea, raising an eyebrow in question to Evan’s sudden nervous state.

“How’d you sleep?” Y/N asked kindly. Her voice was sweet to Evan, but course and rough to her.

“I slept great! Better than I ever have before! I mean… that sounds so creepy I don’t mean it in a creepy way at all. I’m so sorry,” Evan stammered. He hadn’t even taken a drink from his warm mug. He just clutched it in his hands nervously.

“It’s alright Evan. Everything’s alright,” Y/N said softly. She set her tea on Evan’s side table and scooted closer to him, wanting to know why Evan was suddenly so nervous.

“Y-yeah, I know,” Evan mumbled out. Y/N took the mug from Evan’s hands and placed it on the table next to his. She took his hands in her own, holding them gently which made Evan freeze up in surprise.

“You know, I used to have a crush on this really handsome boy. He had really curly hair when he was little and he was so brave. He was braver than I thought I could ever be. He grew older and I realized that I had more than a crush on him, yano? Because he stilled had his little-kid bravery. He still carried it around every day with him,” Y/N said as she squeezed Evan’s hands. Evan began to tear up. He knew that Y/N wasn’t describing him. It was impossible for her to be talking about him. He wasn’t brave in the slightest. He was constantly scared. Scared of people and new situations and loud noises.

“Evan, that boy is you. You should know that I look up to you so much,” Y/N spoke smoothly. Her hands slipped out of Evan’s and cupped both of his soft cheeks. Her thumbs gently ran across his soft skin, wiping away a anxious tear that slipped from his watery eye.

“No, you’re n-not talking a-about me! I’m not brave! … I’m shaking in fear r-right now!” Evan choked. He felt happy and sad and scared all at the same time. He couldn’t process the words Y/N had said to him. She must have been lying about how much she cared about him.

“Evan, being brave doesn’t mean that you have no fear. It means that you push through your fears and don’t let them run your life. You do that every day, Evan,” Y/N said in a very matter-of-fact way.

Evan couldn’t contain his emotions. He heart felt so full, but his brain felt so jumbled up. He couldn’t control himself as he leaned forward and haphazardly pressed his lips against yours. All of his feelings immediately melted away when he felt Y/N’s soft lips press back. Her hands were already on his cheeks, steadying him as his eyes fluttered closed. They cherished the moment of peace that came with their quiet kiss. The quiet was short lived, though, because as soon as Y/N pulled away from Evan, he giggled and scrunched his nose up in a fit of happiness.

“You’re so brave!… And smart!… And cuddly!” Y/N giggled, pausing between sentences to sprinkle kisses onto Evan’s rosy cheeks. Evan laughed, letting his shoulders raise up to his ears as he shyly excepted the girl’s kisses.

It was like they were kids again. They could giggle and not be self-conscious. They could describe the different shapes the clouds made and count the cars driving down the street. Most of all, they could look at each other and know that they were exactly where they needed to be. They were seen by exactly who the needed to be seen by.