it just fills me with pure joy

Peter finding out you're leaving for UNI.. (Headcanon)

Requested By: Anonymous

Hi! I love your writing, would u consider doing a peter Parker college!au??? The reader and peter have always been friends and she’s going away to school or something? Thank u (:

Side Note: So I really wanted to write my first headcanon and I think this idea would be really cute! However, since it is my first bare with me, it might be super cringey we don’t know.

Originally posted by parkers-myth

- okay so you and Peter had been bffs since elementary school when he accidently stabbed you with a pencil

- “OWWWW!”

- “OH NO, Y/N I’M SO SORRY”

- peter panicking thinking you needed to go to the hospital

- it was just a scratch lmao

- however, the mark is still on your hand to this day

- therefore, you became inseparable best friends

- only bc peter said he’d never stab you again, which you thanked him for, actually believing him

- you were a dumbass to trust that boy smh

- middle school came and sure enough peter somehow stabbed you again… with sISSORS

- “pETER WHAT THE HELL”

- “Y/N I-I’M SORRY YOU KNOW I’M A CLUTZ”

- peter panicking once again before putting a Spider-Man Band-Aid on your finger

- ;))))))

- he couldn’t help but smile at how proud he was taking care of you

- aw aw aw CUTIES

- high school arrived and you were prepared for another random injury from peter

- “I promise I won’t stab you this year”

- “You say that every time Peter”

- “I MEAN IT THIS TIME OKAY”

- you laughing at how confident he was

- he didn’t even last three days until he stabbed you with an actual ruler

- “PETER HOW”

- “i DON’T KNOW IT JUST HAPPENED”

- “STAY AWAY FROM SHARP OBJECTS fOR tHE lOVE oF gOD”

- peter blushing embarrassedly as he moved all the sharp objects away

- he was a five year old child trapped in a fifteen year olds body

- you guys eventually graduate high school

- peter holding you close to him as if you’d disappear

- “Peter I promise I won’t vanish into thin air”

- “I don’t want to lose you" he’d mumble quietly, but you’d hear him

- you’d blush and look at your feet

- peter would grin, bc well he made YOU blush

- you both having many movie nights since you no longer had school

- lots of popcorn wars

- and tickle fights

- you always LOST

- declaring peter was a cheater, before throwing handfuls of popcorn at him

- eventually becoming busy with work, while peter had his stark internship 

- about a month later you found out you had gotten into Harvard

- you were filled with pure joy and excitement bc it was your dream school

- peter had his stark internship so you knew he’d be alright with you leaving

- right?

- psh, totally..

- he wouldn’t flip out or anything..

- you were WRONG

- WAY WAY WRONG

- “Y/N WHAT NO YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME WHAT”

- “Peter you knew this was going to happen eventually!”

-“Y/N” he would whine, flailing his arms around crazily

- you’d just watch him in amusement as he acted like the five year old child you knew so well

- “We can always visit each other you know” trying to convince him, which never worked

- “bUT Y/N…. Harvard is SOOOO far away” peter would whine, falling onto his bed, face first into his pillows

- an actual child

- you’d sit down next to him, patting his shoulder

- how would you tell him you were leaving in three days?

- so you avoided the topic, packing your room up when Spider-Man himself decided to visit

- wELL YOU WERE BUSTED

- “Y/N!” he would shriek, falling through your window into your room

- “Heeeeeey Peteeee..” you’d smile innocently, as he’d whip his mask off

- yes, you knew he was Spider-Man, you found that out bc peter can’t keep secrets

- “wHY IS YOURROOMEMPTYY/NWHATISHAPPENING” peter would rush out all at once, making your eyes widen

- “PETER CALM DOWN LORD”

- peter taking a deep breath, before waiting for you to explain

- hERE WE GO

- “I’m leaving for Harvard tomorrow, I was going to tell you..” you’d speak calmly, waiting for another outburst

- peter staring at you blankly, before falling backwards onto the floor, letting out shrieks

- “PETER STOP”

- “YOU’RE LEAVING MEEEEE” he’d cry out, flopping on the floor, making you laugh

- he was the most dramatic person you knew

- which is something you’d always loved about him

- shhhhhh he doesn’t need to know

- “Like I said Pete, we can always visit each other!” you’d try to cheer him up

- peter whining as he laid on the floor

- you tried picking him up, but he was heavy

- “When did you become pure muscle Parker?” you’d groan out, dragging him across your floor

- peter dramatically gasping

- “Y/N, are you checking me out?” he’d grin, making you roll your eyes, trying to hide the blush forming on your cheeks

- “You wish Parker”

- he secretly did

- they’re sO IN LOVE AWH

- you soon leaving for Harvard

- peter being a PAIN the entire time you were packing

- “Y/N, don’t go”

- “Peter I have to”

- “NO you don’t”

- “YES I do”

- peter webbing your supplies to the door

- you would cross your arms, an amused smile on your face

- “Fingers slipped, whOOPS” he’d grin, making you sigh and shake your head

- you eventually move into Harvard, peter constantly texting you to see if you were okay

- which you found extremely adorable

- once all moved in, you felt at home, you even had a window in your dorm room

- you observe the campus, until a figure appears from above, scaring the absolute shit out of you

- “HEY Y/N!”

- “pETER IT HASN’T EVEN BEEN A DAY”

- “I ALREADY MISSED YOU”

- you’d let him in, he’d remove his mask, you both blushing like two idiots

- eventually kissing, and cute cuddles !!!!!

- having your first college movie night

- having another popcorn war

- loosing like usual

- you both being literal dorks

- overall just super adorable

You + Peter = Dorkiest couple ever

The art of flirting (Legolas x Reader)

Originally posted by molzies-fanfics


This shot is based on  this imagine by @imaginexhobbit

>>Imagine Legolas trying to flirt with you, but not actually understanding the correct way to flirt, so it’s just an awkward mess and Aragorn has to intervene and tell you what Legolas is trying to say<<

This sounded really cute, so I gave it a shot, I hope y’all enjoy it xx. I had a lot of fun writing it, at any rate.

Word count: 1658

Warnings: again a lot of fluff and a pretty OOC Legolas. I guess it was unavoidable, but I gave my best. 

Tomorrow I’ll work on anon’s request *excited* you others: feel free to send me some too! (づ。◕‿‿◕。)づ

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me:

everyone: …wait for it…

me: do you ever like do you just ever notice how pure bts is? like this is a wholesome group full of beautiful boys, pure boys full of love and gentle feelings ready to laugh at each other’s jokes even if they suck, here to share laughs and support each other fully, they are here to support us, we never walk alone, every time i think of bts my heart fills with joy and i wanna be a better person, bts? best boys, pure boys, sweet boys, the absolute purest gentle boys-

bugheadjonesiii  asked:

I have a fic suggestion. Betty gets jughead a dog! If you think the idea is stupid just ignore me all together lol

Here it is, just for you, friend! I hope I destroy you with feels 😈


Betty sighed in relief as she slipped her heels off her tired feet, ankles slightly swollen with the pressure of the day. She rolled her neck back and forth, delighting in the satisfying pop her joints made, eyes falling closed in contentment. She peeked her head round the door to Jughead’s office, expecting to see him, head down, dark hair always falling over his eyes, as he typed away furiously at his laptop as he did every day, waiting to greet her with a blinding grin and a sweet kiss. Her brows furrowed as she cast her gaze over the empty room, the sound of fingers on keys not creating their usual music.

“Jug?” she called out apprehensively, turning her head as she made to go into the living room instead.

“In here,” a somewhat muffled response came from in front of her. She rounded the corner, uncontainable laugh bursting from her lips as she took in the position her husband had decided to place himself in. He was upside down, lanky legs thrown over the back of their cream couch, hair standing up on end, as he attempted to wrap his mouth around the straw in the glass of water placed before him on the floor.

“What are you doing?” Betty asked around a grin as he flailed, straw moving further away from his mouth with every breath he huffed out. He tipped his eyes to hers briefly, childlike smirk gracing his handsome face.

“Got hiccups, wanted to see if this upside-down drinking thing really worked,” he explained as his upper body jumped slightly, hiccup catching in his throat. Betty shook her head affectionately, teeth sinking into her lower lip as she watched him, so carefree and every bit the child he never got to be in his youth.

“Shouldn’t you be working?” she asked cheekily, quirking an accusing eyebrow at him. He sighed, giving up after his latest struggle and moving to sit up, cheeks adorably flushed from all the blood rushing to his head. Betty came to sit beside him, running a gentle hand over the colour, settling readily into his open arms.

“Writer’s block, again,” he lamented, pressing his face to her temple to inhale her soothing scent. He missed it from the moment she left their bed in the morning until the second she got home at night. She hummed happily as she felt Jughead drop a kiss against her skin, rubbing a reassuring hand against his denim-clad thigh.

“It’ll pass, love, it always does,” she consoled, looking up at him from where her head was resting against his shoulder. He grumbled incoherently beneath her, fingers tracing incomprehensible patterns against her arm.

“I just do the same thing every day, all day. It gets tired, and I don’t want to feel that way about writing; I love it, I do. I just need something else to break up the day, you know? Occupy my mind with something else for a while,” he vented. Betty pressed her lips together, wanting so desperately to tell him her news but deciding she needed to wait a little bit longer. She tucked her face into his shirt to hide her grin.

“I’m sure we’ll find you something,” she murmured into the fabric, all the tension leaving her shoulders as he pulled her closer against him.

***

“Juggie?” Betty called as she closed the door softly behind her, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice as she struggled with the tiny ball of fluff in her arms.

“Office,” Jughead shouted by way of reply. She followed the rhythmic tapping of keys until she was standing at the threshold, features glowing in anticipation. He eyed her cautiously, lips pinching together in a pout as he tried to suppress a grin, spreading infectiously from her own.

“Betts… what is it?” he asked, glinting eyes flitting over her frame, taking particular note of the way her arms were tucked securely behind her back. She squirmed slightly, wrestling with an invisible force. “What are you hiding?” he asked again, letting out a nervous laugh at her unwavering smile.

“You said you wanted something to occupy your time. Well…” she trailed off, finally bringing her arms around in front of her, revealing the scrabbling grey and white sheepdog puppy cradled in her grip. “Say hello to the newest member of our family!”

If someone had asked Betty to describe the look that lit Jughead up from within she didn’t think she would ever find the words to do it justice. He bounded from his seat, taking the puppy from her hands and brought it to his face with the wonder of a young boy, cooing sweet words into its warm fur. When he finally tore his eyes away from his present they were shining through a mixture of pure innocent joy and unshed tears.

“Betty, how did you…?” he trailed off, words getting stuck in his throat, expression filled with unadulterated awe.

“Your dad told me that you always wanted one when you were younger, before… you know. So I sourced out this little guy and I’ve just been waiting to pick him up,” she beamed, completely in love with the look that showed no sign of leaving Jughead’s face. “Couldn’t have you clawing at the wallpaper in boredom now, could we?” Betty spoke, half to Jughead, half to the dog, as she moved closer to scratch the panting ball of fluff behind the ears. Jughead’s free hand snaked round her waist, pulling her tight against his side.

“I love you, you know that?” he whispered, resting his forehead against hers. She smiled softly, tongue sneaking out to wet her lips delicately, his eyes following the movement.

“I had an idea, yeah,” she replied with a smirk, leaning in to capture his mouth with hers. They pulled away with a joint laugh, Betty letting out a disgusted shriek as a third, more unwelcome tongue joined their little make out session, the puppy choosing that time to lap at both of their cheeks. “What do you want to call this menace?” Betty laughed, swiping a hand at the slobber left on her cheek.

“Hot Dog,” Jughead said instantaneously, cheeks colouring a rosy pink. “In my head he was always called Hot Dog,” he sighed. Betty couldn’t wait any longer, practically bouncing on her toes with her need to tell him.

“There’s more,” she burst out eventually, clasping her hands together in glee. Jughead turned to her eyes wide.

“More than the best present ever?” he asked incredulously, tickling Hot Dog’s belly gently. She nodded, green eyes glistening.

“I know you said you needed something else to do, and in my defence I found out about this after I got Hot Dog so I didn’t mean for it to come all at once but…” she paused, taking a steadying breath. “Look at the back of his collar,” she whispered, tears shimmering along her waterline. Jughead’s brows pinched in confusion as he cupped Hot Dog closer to his chest, glancing down to notice something attached to the leather. He took the rolled up paper in trembling hands, unfurling it slowly. He read over the results, mouth dropping open.

“Betty, are you…?” he whispered, heart hammering in his chest, threatening to burst from an overload of emotions. She was nodding frantically, biting enticingly on her bottom lip as the tears over-spilled.

“Yes! The doctor sent over the results this morning. We’re gonna have a baby, Juggie,” she whispered, voice barely audible over the pounding in his ears. It was hardly a moment before his own eyes flooded, tears leaving wet trails down his cheeks as he wound his fingers into her golden hair, pulling her face to his in a searing kiss. He pulled back, breathless, head spinning, to look into her eyes.

“I love you, I love you so much,” he repeated frantically, voice shaking. She brought her hands up to cup his cheeks, a gesture he would never tire of.

“Think of it this way,” she began, pausing until he raised his eyebrows in question. “You’ll never be bored again,” she murmured cheekily, heart flipping as he threw his head back in carefree laughter.

“That I won’t.”

This Ain’t No Joke, Sweetheart - Chapter 2

SPN FanReality

~Let me tell you about my weekend…~

Beka ( @impala-dreamer​ ), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Steph ( @torn-and-frayed​ ), Bill (my hubs) 

3,330 Words

Warnings: Nothing really. Language?, very mild show-type violence. Mentions of blood (crime scene).

A/N: Hope you’re enjoying the insanity. The weekend’s not nearly over yet. Hell, we didn’t even finish Friday yet…

Go To Chapter: One ~ Two ~ Three ~ Four ~ Five ~ Six ~ Seven ~ Eight

Chapter Two: Friday Night…

The Impala. The fucking Impala was parked in my carport. My carport. The wide strip of cracked gray cement that separated my pale blue house from the one to its left. The place where my husband parked our used Honda Minivan every night. Dean Winchester’s beloved 1967 Chevy Impala was parked in my carport. I nearly squealed as I followed the boys down my front steps towards it. The rain glistened on the hood, illuminated by the streetlights, and my heart skipped wildly in my chest.

I ran my fingers gently over the hood. It was real, solid, shiny. “Baby,” I whispered in quiet reverence. This was the Holy Grail, the heart of the show, their home away from home, the most important object in the history of the universe. The Impala.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Dean stood next to me, his eyes sweeping over the car’s frame just as lovingly as mine did.

“She is.”

“Hop in,” he said, pulling open the back door for me. A moment of pure joy and panic swept over me, but I did just as he said. I hopped right in.

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I’ll Wait For You

“What if we mess it up?”

“Then we wait.”

“Until when?”

“Until we know we’re ready. Until we know it’s love.”

“But until then, we wait?”

“We wait.”

“What if…what if we don’t ever feel that it’s love.” I asked hesitantly. “Or, what if we fall for someone else?”

“Then we know it wasn’t meant to be. But I’ll wait for you, Y/N. And I hope you’ll wait for me.”

“Always, Joe.”


We were only teenagers when we made that pact.

Perhaps it was silly, claiming that we would wait until we knew it was love to start a relationship. But we cared so much for each other, too much. And we didn’t want to jump into anything just to have it ruin the years of friendship we had created.

So we made that pact.


The limits had been tested over the years, as I watched him move to London, leaving me behind in the small village we called home.

It was nearly a year later before I made the move myself, although I didn’t tell him I had moved, because then I would have to tell him why I moved.

When we made the pact, we never said we wouldn’t date other people. Because we had to, to ensure that we truly loved one another. And so I started dating someone, and then we moved to London.

Unfortunately, things didn’t work out.

Only then, did I make Joe aware of my own move to London.

It was as he was moving into his own place, his career having taken off wonderfully. I still watched all his videos, remembering when he first decided to start doing the whole YouTube thing.

I felt a surge of pride whenever I heard someone mention Joe Sugg, or when I thought of how much he accomplished.


Once Joe knew I was in the same city as him, we fell back into our regular patterns.

It was as if we were never apart.

He still occasionally went on dates with some girls, and I with some guys, but none of them worked out, and we always ended up back together.

Our friends asked why we didn’t just date, and we tried to explain the pact we made, but no one really understood it.

That was fine though, because we did.

We knew that when we were sure we loved one another, we would go for it.

We just, weren’t there yet.


Nearly a year after we had been reunited, and months since I had gone on my last date, something shifted between Joe and I.

I started to realize more things about him, things that filled me with such pure happiness and joy, filled me with love.

We spent nearly every day together, doing all the stupid everyday things together, from grocery shopping to cooking dinner side by side.

I realized that what I was feeling was love.


“Hey, Y/N?” Joe asked one night as we laid together in his bed.

It felt so similar to all those years ago, when we made the pact.

We had been laying together on his bed back home when we made it, our fingers dancing together in the air in above us.

Now, we were in his flat in London. We had spent the evening together enjoying dinner and watching a movie before Joe told me it was time for bed, saying I was falling asleep against him, a tender smile on his lips.

I lifted my head from his chest, propping myself up on one elbow to look up at him.

“Yes, Joseph?”

“I think I’m ready.”

“Ready? For what?” I could feel butterflies in my stomach, mixing with the nerves.

“For us.” He answered, his fingers brushing across my cheek. I leaned into the touch, smiling over at him. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Joe.” I replied softly, bending down to kiss him softly. “And I’m ready too.”

“Then we’re doing this?”

“We’re doing this.”

“Told you I’d wait for you.”

“Never doubted you once.”

Real people shipping

Okay I need to get something off my chest.

You know those posts telling you not to ship real people and not to write fanfic about them? Yeah. They make me feel kinda bad, sure, but I don’t take it to heart, because shipping makes me happy.

I always thought shipping real people was weird, when it came to movie actors. There was no basis for this, except the fact that these actors were playing characters that I already shipped together. But it changed, gradually. Mostly, it was because of Misha and Jensen. Seeing them laugh like that, and shine so bright in each other’s presence… Obviously, I do not believe in a real romantic relationship between them. I don’t want them to leave their wives. That’s when people start thinking like this that it becomes a problem.

But what’s the problem if thinking about them being happy together does something good to me?

It’s the same for Jimin and Jungkook, but so much better, because we see so much of their lives – we are not supposed to see all of this, but it’s there. And watching them, there is one thing that no one in their right mind can deny: they truly appreciate each other.

And that’s it. That’s enough for me. I like to think it’s enough for most of us shippers. It fills my heart with joy to see them smile together and be gentle with each other. Just knowing that their heads are filled with information about the other is a comforting fact. Why? I don’t know. Maybe it’s because it allows me to believe in love, love in a pure and genuine form. Whatever it is, I don’t want to let that feeling go. I don’t want to swallow it down.

When it comes to fanfiction, which I consume on the daily, I understand how bad it may seem from the outside. But I can’t bring myself to really worry about it. When chosing the path to fame, fanfiction must be the least of your worries. Besides, thinking fanfiction is the equivalent of pornography is just wrong. Of course there is sex in it, most of the time. But it’s also so much more. Writing out fantasies and posting them on a designated place on the internet doesn’t seem more threatening than acting out those fantasies in your head, and a fanfiction is more than a fantasy – it’s a story that someone put their soul into, someone who was inspired by what celebrities have to offer.

Famous people exist on another level: besides their private life, which we don’t know, and will never know about despite some stalkers’ creepy efforts, they have their persona, be it the few pieces of themselves they allow the world to see, or the façade they created from scratch.

And we dream about that. That’s how fame and entertainment work.

random ik but...

okay so,,, i was just thinking,,, i love my mutuals so much… so why not let them know randomly in an act of an appreciation post ?? im sorry this is so spontaneous i just feel like shouting out to all my best internet buddies so everyone else can check them out bc theyre literally ALL THE BEST. just saying. FOLLOW THEM NOW !!! (pls you wont regret it i promise) in no order:

@smol-anime-phan133 : ty for being with me through life, you’re literally my therapist and i need you to know that any time you need it, i’ll be there for you bc you’ve always been there for me (even during my 12 yo random phase im v sorry) and I appreciate you💕

@malecfangirl101 man we go wayyyyyy back, but i still appreciate you so much, you’re actually one of the most fabulous people i know. it’s a shame we don’t see each other irl as much but im so glad we text bc seriously it’s great to be able to be so open and yet random and weird to someone as accepting as you ✨

@nutellalester don’t even get me started you are such a bean, daniel !! you contribute some of the best bants to the gc and all the amazing creations (art/writing) you make is literally so good,,,also youve got literally the best music taste ty for existing 💛

@huphilpuffs okay so not only are you literally one of the sweetest people, but you make the prettiest gifs ??? how is this fair at all ??you’ve got so much talent and overall just loveliness and support im super happy to know you ty for everything ☺️

@misshktt oml where do i begin?? youre funny, supportive, open and generally just a really great person to be around !! you literally are toriel it’s not even funny the resemblance is uncanny,,, except less goat and more pure bean ty 💙

@actualhatter there’s so much to say about how great you are i literally could ramble on forever but for everyone’s sake i’ll try to be short: you’re funny, kind, really good at drawing AND you share my addiction to tøp and josh dun in general?? how could a person literally get any cooler?? ty for everything fren 😊

@phantastically-over-life phil lester defence squad unite haha thanks for listening and even agreeing with me when i ramble endlessly about my love and appreciation for phil, you’re really great and friendly, i love talking to you tysm fren💗

@philmeup-dildo i have a feeling this might be the longest paragraph purely bc you are literally one of the best people i know,,, you listen to everything i have to say (im sorry i ramble and complain a lot lol) and overall are just so supportive and kind, as well as we share heaps of interests (okay our music not so much bUT STILL) !! ty for being so open and letting me vent and bant with you bc seriously you have made me laugh when i really needed it so ty for everything 🤗 (also my mum loves you more than me im pretty sure)

@totallynotlevi // @totallynotfics you were one of my first internet friends, Levi, and although some of our interest have changed im so glad we still talk regularly bc you’re literally such a great person and im so happy I’ve found someone who loves pj and tøp as much as me 💚

@you-could-say-im-relocating-it you are the purest and funniest bean to ever exist, our gc owes you for making us laugh all the time with your supportive, funny and relatable personality !! if you ever need anything pls feel free to talk bc id love to get to know you better 😁

@little-cheeky-monkey you deserve the world, honestly im so glad we are mutuals, you’re pretty (even if you don’t realise it yet,, believe me), funny, supportive, really kind and just generally share my love of dogs and hp !!! (pls pet your dogs for me btw so pure) ty for everything and just being yourself you matter a lot ❤️

@heck-yeah-fandoms funny! great! supportive! those are only some of the many words i could use to describe you, ty so much for being a great fren i appreciate talking to you, you make me smile 😋

@pepperminthowell have you ever met someone that’s just so great and the thought of them being in your life fills you with joy??? you’re that person to me and basically the whole gc,,, seriously thank you for everything it means so much you are way too lovely and good for this world 💜

@isle-of-the-glowing-eyes although we talk on my other side blog, i just wanted to add you here bc you are really relatable, kind and im glad i feel i can be open around you bc you’ve just got such a great personality !! not to mention we also have a huge addiction with tøp oml ty for listening to me ramble haha 🌸

@dan-phil-obsessed we’ve been talking for quite a while now, and i can confidently say that you are honestly one of the nicest people to ever exist. everyone is kind in someway or another so you probably hear me say this a lot in this post, im not lying when I say that but for you seriously I can 1000% say that you are so genuinely considerate, not to mention really pretty, and great at photography/writing 💖

@phandomsandbandoms ty for being such a funny, witty, relatable and overall amazing person. your taste of music is one everyone should aspire to, not to mention your personality and sense of humour !! basically you’re goals tbh 👌

@glittering-litter i can relate way too much to you honestly you have all the tøp (yes I went there) notch memes and literally such a good music taste !! ty for always listening to me annoyingly talk about phan and emo bands whenever we talk hah you’re really great 🙌

@lestersdog ty for making the gc and Tumblr itself just a generally better place, you’re so nice and easy to talk to !!! your kindness and awesomeness is appreciated by me and so many others 💓 also your pride selfies were actually the cutest thing ive ever seen oml

@pasteldoothowell we haven’t talked one on one, but seriously from what i can tell when you talk in the gc you are a really fun person to be around !! ty for just your general awesome presence i feel blessed 😄

@peachou okay so we don’t really talk on private chat but seriously this may come off as creepy but i love your blog so so much and for you to actually follow me and like my posts blows me away !! you are so talented and i just wanna ty for being really amazing 💟

@softiednp this whole group chat, incase i missed someone individually, means the world to me tysm for everything you all are great people that i absolutely love talking to !!! you don’t even know how much i love y'all !! oml 😩👌

honourable (mostly) mutual mentions that i stalk and admire from afar: (pls feel free to message me seriously you’re all super cool) @wispyphil @fringegaps @florallylester @phanamored @philester @disgustinglygay @stardustphan @hazyphil @macaronidan @decaffeinated-shipper @yodastolemylightsaber @femtastico @britishteacup98 @lozzyg @lost-boy-ben @nonbinary-lester @suchaderp @sparklephil @adorkablephil @astronautdan @clouds-howell @shittywerewolfstudent @fallinghowell @opinionated-internet @stumpostar @tea-and-cozy-idek @purepastelphan @dansforeheadcurl @japhannie @eli-howlter

if i missed anyone pls punch me, chances are i either wrote you on my list but accidentally missed typing it out bc there’s so many names or literally thought we weren’t mutuals bc you are too cool to be following me :))

I Thought You Were Different (Part 8/?) (Rogers/Barton x reader)

Part 7

When you woke the next morning, Steve wasn’t there; his side of the bed had already grown cold and the room was silent.  Grabbing your phone, you found it to be much later than you usually slept, quickly shooting to wakefulness at your realization.  But Clint hadn’t been by to wake you for your therapy session as he had for the past several days…and now your curiosity was awake as well.  You texted him with no reply, followed by a text to Steve, again finding silence as your only response.

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I don’t know how and when it happened but I just really, really love Makoto Naegi. I love him in ways that cannot be expressed in human language and the only way I could probably communicate at least part of it is by screaming incoherently. 

Makoto is pure, he never fucked up, he never did anything wrong. Which is not to say he doesn’t have any flaws; his only one is perhaps just how utterly kind-hearted, precious and pure he is. By being so good and sweet he’s also vulnerable, but honestly, everyone who has ever hurt Makoto Naegi deserves to be chopped into small pieces and grilled over fire, because HOW IN THE FUCK do you ever harm such a beautiful and blessed creature?? He just wanted to help!!!!! He just wanted to save everyone???!!!!!!!! He always thinks of everyone’s wellbeing and every time I think about this I CRY INTERNALLY BECAUSE MAKOTO IS LITERALLY SO GODDAMN FUCKING PURE????? I’d ask ‘how does he exist’, and well, he doesn’t, but I’m already in awe at the fact that such a beautiful concept has ever been created by humankind.

I really    REALLY  LOVE   MAKOTO.

I am not kidding you. I have photos of him saved on my phone and I look at them in random moments of the day. They are lucky charms as well; once I really wanted the train’s door to stop in front of me because there was a crowd and I wanted to sit down. So I whipped out a picture of Makoto and prayed… and the fucking door actually stopped in front of me and I could sit down BECAUSE SUCH IS THE POWER OF MAKOTO, MAKOTO BESTOWED HIS LUCK UPON ME BECAUSE HE’S LITERALLY SO GOOD HE’LL HELP ME OUT EVEN WITHOUT KNOWING THAT I EXIST CONSIDERING I’M IN A DIFFERENT PARALLEL UNIVERSE COMPARING TO HIM. 

I just love Makoto so much, I cannot repeat this enough, I love him so much so much so muCH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I JUST WANT TO CRY ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE HIM. Do you ever just really want good things to happen to a fictional character? That’s me with Makoto. I want him to live a happy life and eat ice-cream with his friends and laugh a lot at stupid puns and look at the sun in the sky and be pleased with the good weather, DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT PURELY IMAGINING POSITIVE SCENARIOS WITH MAKOTO FILLS MY HEART WITH JOY AND GIVES ME ENERGY????? I just love him, guys, I’m in too deep, there’s no way out of here. 

I love Makoto.

I.  Love.   Makoto.

A Happy Ending Chapter 2

Chapter Title: Fresh wounds don’t heal


The nightmares are frequent in number as the nights roll on.

Byulyi lurches up in her bed, her shirt drenched in perspiration from visions of her own heart ripped out from her chest, of Yongsun laughing at her, of her own ears bleeding dark red, of the same scene replaying in front of her again and again and again.

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Mon-El Appreciation Week

Mon-El Appreciation Week - Day 2

Favorite Scene/Episode

Why not both!

Fave Episode - 2x7 The Darkest Place

Just seeing the character development in this episode alone for him. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve watched, cause it’s a lot!

I mean seriously, he gets captured by CADMUS because he tried to do a good deed. He tries to escape and fails because of a good deed for a person he thought was a friend (J'onn). Kara then comes to his rescue, and ends up solar flaring to protect him (yet he begs her not to). This episode proves that Mon-El has it in him what it takes to be hero, even if he doesn’t really admit it until a few admit until a few eps later.

Fave Scene - 2x17 Opening Scene - Mon-El makes breakfast for Kara

That scene is so adorable. He was trying so hard to impress the woman he loves.

Even going so far as to read a cookbook and watch YouTube videos to figure it out. Let me tell you, the breakfast he made, I’ve lived in one place my whole life and couldn’t cook that with the small amount of instructions. Again, character growth!!

The look on his face when she saw what he had done was pure love and joy. Not only that he wanted to fill her world with it. It’s just so adorable. ❤️😍

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Halloween Party (Stark!Reader x Pietro Maximoff)

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Word Count: 1633

Summary: The reader is helping Tony with the annual Halloween party, all while trying to find a couple costume with boyfriend Pietro.

A/N: This’ll be my last Halloween imagine for awhile. It was really fun to write and I hope that you enjoy it!! Until next Halloween! (I’m excited for Holiday imagines so omgggg) 


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anonymous asked:

What are your top 5 percabeth moments :)

  1. Because you’re my friend, Seaweed Brain. This moment is one of the most beautiful moments in the story of Percy and Annabeth, because first of all, they are best friends. Annabeth was the first person that choose to be Percy’s friend, I know you are gonna say Grover, but Grover was sent to take care of him, it worked out and they ended up being best friends, but Annabeth choose him, choose to be his friend and fight next to him even if that meant to go against her mother. Let’s not forget that I’m 99% sure Percy was the first best friend Annabeth ever had.
  2. Then [Annabeth] did something that really surprised me. She blinked back tears and put out her arms. I stepped forward and hugged her. This scene, when I read it, made my heart melt, it’s just so pure and innocent and it’s one of the scenes where Annabeth shows weakness because she only let herself show it in front of Percy, and little Percy just hugs her and it feels so right and it just make my heart fill with joy. 
  3. Annabeth glared at me like she was going to punch me. And then she did something that surprised me even more. She kissed me. THIS. FREAKING. KISS. I was absolutely not expecting it, I read the books knowing there was going to be an underwater kiss but this kiss took me by surprise and it’s just, Annabeth thought Percy was going to die so she kissed her, and little good Percy just became a big pile of melted seaweed because Annabeth kissed him and it’s their first kiss and it will always hold a special place on my heart.
  4.  She put her hand on my spine, and my skin tingled. I moved her fingers to the one spot that grounded me to my mortal life. A thousands volts of electricity seemed to arc through my body. ‘You saved me,’ I said. ‘Thanks.’ She removed her hand, but I kept holding it. ‘So you owe me,’ she said weakly. ‘What else is new?’” Okay, but when I add this part I mean the whole scene, we learn that they are connected because of Percy’s achilles curse, in this moment it’s obvious for everyone, them included, what the other feels about, and it’s just such a lovely scene and reading their dynamic there was, just such a good reading. Annabeth is and always be his anchor and I just, I think is a nice parallel to when he gave up immortality and saw her, because she is the one who anchors him to the mortal world. 
  5. I love you, Wise Girl. Ah, man, you can see how we went from because you’re my friend to I love you? This is the scene that we waited for, you know? For Percy to finally say he loved her, he showed it in so many scenes with his actions but this moment, after they made out and he left Annabeth breathless. Reading this scene has been the only moment in my life where I had to put the book down because I was fangirling so badly, I was screaming, jumping, crying. This whole scene made BoO worth it, I’ll be forever mad we didn’t get it from their POV but, this scene is the one I go and re-read after a bad day.

There are so many more moments that I love but you asked for five and here they are!

me thinking about Elijah using his fame to support independent filmmakers and his deep, genuine passion for the performing arts and his continued humility and graciousness and love for his fans despite being thrust so suddenly into megastardom

the little things

Have you ever noticed how you begin to appreciate minuscule features on someone that were once seemingly unimportant, when the person becomes important to you? When a person becomes an important part of your life, you have much more time to learn and observe small parts of them. Whether those parts be physical or mental. If you care for that person, you begin to appreciate and adore those things. Eyes that were once brown nothings become caramel golden swirls that are engraved into the depths of your brain. You often imagine those beautiful brown wonders before you doze off at night. Isn’t it crazy how at one point they were just brown to you? But they’ll never be deemed as “just brown” again. Think about the first time you laid next to someone sleeping and you lie awake while your thoughts were dancing around in your brain. You saw them sleeping; yet thought nothing of it. But as those nights became regular and your thoughts continued to plié and pirouette through your mind, you began to appreciate the way they slept. It was cute… it made you smile. It quieted those thoughts. Now, when you sleep alone, you can’t help but quiet the screams in your brain by painting a beautiful picture of that one person sleeping. You find peace in the thought of their peace. When I care about someone, seeing their eyes light up with passion when they talk about their dreams and goals ignites a fire inside of my soul. I’m sure I’m not alone in possessing that trait. There’s something so beautiful about someone expressing what they want to become. The more time you spend with someone, the more you get to hear about their dreams. The things they refrain from telling just anyone… because those aren’t the things you tell people who are just curious. Your dreams and passions should be shared with someone who’s just as passionate about hearing them. If you’re lucky, you’ll meet someone who wants you to read the book of their dreams stored in the library in their soul. And when they begin to read that book to you, their eyes will light up and their sentences will be speeding out of their mouth like cars going hundreds of miles per hour. And that freeway never seems end once you find someone who truly cares. That’s beautiful to me. I’ve heard a lot of people’s mapped out plans to life. But the maps I’ve most enjoyed reading are the ones drawn by those I care about. Those who’s maps I hope to be apart of. Seeing someone fill with passion that I already adore fills me too. And being a full cup of passion with someone else who’s also a full cup of passion is a pretty delicious drink if you ask me. I guess I’m rambling a bit now… I guess I just find pure joy in the happiness of someone who means a lot to me; and pure admiration in small qualities of that same person. Those things are hard to shake. Once you have a vivid picture in your mind of someone’s eyes, you can try to delete it but it’s always there. Once someone has filled your air with the words of their deepest dreams, no mental air freshener is going to clear that out. It’s there. It’s stuck. And it means more to you than that person will probably ever know. Which I think is the cool part to all of it, ya know? The secrecy of it. They’ll probably never know that you quiet your inner demons with the fantasy of them laying next to you. Or that their eyes are your definition beauty. Or that their most passionate, heart filled moments play a beautiful slideshow in your mind when you’re down. To that person, those things are the boring normalcy of their life… but they’re the happy highlights of yours. And at one point; those things meant nothing to you. That’s the beauty of it all. The beauty of life, and people. Every pair of eyes that yours caress could one day be the only ones you ever want to caress again. Ya never know

Excuse Me—Newt x Reader

Prompt: 8 I With Newt, maybe the words for the reader could be something funny like “have you seen a niffler?” Sorry this kinda sucks

A/N: I am super excited about this one. I was glad I was able to do this today instead of tomorrow. Hope you don’t mind the fluff and that it meets your standards!

You had always wondered why those words. Why did you have “Have you seen a Niffler?” written on your wrist? Why couldn’t it be “Oh that’s a lovely coat!” or “How was that movie?” or at least something normal?

Well you guessed you should have counted it as a blessing. You couldn’t confuse your soul mate with a person not meant for you.

Since you had absolutely no idea what a Niffler was, you decided to research, and to your absolute dismay, you found nothing. People didn’t know anything about this creature aside from the fact that it was small.

The lack of information on magical creatures is what had gotten you into your profession in the first place. You worked at the Ministry of magic as a liaison to different sentient creature groups, specifically Centaurs and Mermaids. And you were sent by the Ministry to see if there were any differences between the British and American species. Really, you thought they just wanted to be rid of you.

You had lived in the city of New York for two years, studying the Mermaid population in the coast. You were just about to go to the muggle bank to find a way to finance a boat for your own experiments. Magic could only go so far. Suddenly a person bumped into you, muttering something about a Niffler.

“Excuse me,” you found yourself saying. “what were you asking about a Niffler?”

The man’s head shot up, pure shock in his face. “H-have you s-seen a Niffler?”

If his face had been shocked, you were bug eyed. And then you smiled, wider than you thought possible. In that instant, your souls connected as your eyes met, and the loneliness you had had since your birth was filled, and the love in your heart for a man you had just met swelled.

“A-after we find my Niffler, d-do you maybe want t-to have tea with me? Oh, I’m Newt b-by the way.”

“I’d be delighted Newt. I’m Y/N and creatures happen to be my specialty. The jewelry store is just around the corner. And then a cafe in a couple blocks. What would you bet that’s where he is?”

Newt smiled, in both pure relief and utter joy. He’d found you, he’d finally found you, and you accepted him instantly; stutter, creatures, and all. His Y/N, Newt mused as he grabbed your hand and ran. Oh he only hoped Pickett wouldn’t get too jealous.

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A year had gone by, with the two of you moving back to London. Sometimes, when your careers were pulling you in different directions, it was just nice to hear those beautiful words again. “Have you seen my Niffler?”

anonymous asked:

Please write a massive essay on Ryan Ross and his perfectness as the answer to this question

Have you ever wondered what perfection was? Have you ever seen real beauty? Let me tell you of this beautiful man like no other who is the reason the sun shines and the reason stars sparkle. George Ryan Ross the third is the definition of beauty, you may think I’m exaggerating but let me show you this world of magnificence! He has honey eyes that get you lost in a feeling of joy and warmth, his smile so radiant that it makes flowers blossom, his hair as soft as a cloud that no matter what hairstyle looks fantastic. His button nose that so buttony you just have to boop it. Ryan’s voice is like no other, it’s as if Angels are singing. Saying Ryan Ross is just beautiful is a lie, he is more than that, words can’t describe Ryan Ross. His heart pure and filled with good. The words he speaks and writes are magical. Ryan is something else, his laugh can bring peace and his giggle make the skies clear. Even nature can see the beauty in him. Inside and out this man makes jaws drop. People can’t help but stare to see the gorgeousness that is Ryan. He has naturals curls that resemble waves, the touch of his hand can stop a baby from crying. He is good with animals and music and it’s a beautiful touch to his perfection. The music he has made is as beautiful as the man himself. Ryan is perfect and you can’t deny that. Perfect didn’t exist until Ryan Ross.