it's because these bros have been kind of disappointing this year

anonymous asked:

could you give me some frat boy sterek please? its one of my faves. thank you!!

Fratboy fics are my *crack*  -Emmy

Battle of the Bros by damnfancyscotch 

(2,044 I Teen I Complete)

The Alpha Tau house and the Beta Sigma house have been rivals since before Stiles was born.


Or, a Frat AU with a prank war and cute boys.

The Beat Goes (On and On) by dansunedisco 

(2,096 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles takes a sip of his beer and scans the crowd. It’s wild tonight, but that’s nothing new for Alpha Delt. Jackson’s on DJ duty, which explains the shitty dubstep blasting through the speakers. Writhing, drunk bodies are packed in every corner, and the scent of weed hangs heavy in the stale air. He takes a sniff and sighs, disappointed. He was offered to take a hit off one of the many blunts making the rounds tonight, but he declined. All because Derek likes him to be (mostly) sober when they fuck, doesn’t like to mess around with consent on either end.

Not that Derek’s shown any interest in him tonight. Whatever.

Let’s Get It On by Stereksale7 

(2,385 I Explicit I Complete)

Some smut based off some real life smut

And Just Watch Us Burn by samanthahirr

(5,952 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles goes to a Halloween party on campus to blow off some steam after a stressful week of midterms. He doesn’t expect the party to be crashed by both a supernatural predator and Derek Hale.

Your First by Simone (fvckyourfandoms) 

(7,278 I Explicit I Complete)

It’s Stiles freshman year of college and he decides to rush a fraternity. He becomes Vice President Derek Hale’s favorite pledge and they end up much closer than expected.


A story in which Derek can’t keep his hands off of Stiles’ sweet, irresistible, virgin ass and fails at not feeling him up.

I’m all Strung Out, My Heart is Fried by twnkwlf

(10,627 I Explicit I Complete)

“He’s an 11, Stiles,” she says glancing toward Derek, who is a few meters away, saying hi to some people Stiles doesn’t know, and filling a red cup with beer. “That’s the kind of guy who ruins the scale for all men. The scale is broken. Now all you can do is stick out your ass and hope for the best.”

Lift Off by takeittothestars 

(12,904 I Mature I WIP)

For Rena’s gifset AU:
“In a world in which the Hales are alive and healthy, Derek grew up to be a very self-confident college student who enjoys living life to the fullest and not denying himself simple pleasures; like drinking with his fratboy buddies, playing sports, or, you know, gangly, awkward, sarcastic and nerd-tastic teenagers who catch his eye.”

Initiation Rights by asilentstreet 

(13,942 I Explicit I Complete)

The new Alpha Delta Chi pledge class is a bunch of worthless idiots.


Derek gets suckered into staring in frat-porn not once, but twice.

Hale to the Chief by LadyLazarus 

(14,403 I Explicit I Complete)  *first son!Stiles, bodyguards

First Son Stiles Stilinski thought college back home in Beacon Hills would be the best thing ever.

That is, until he realized that he’d be stuck with Derek Hale as his roommate the entire year.

Fraternity Relations by Betabeacons 

(17,149 I Mature I Complete)

Stiles and Derek are presidents of rival Fraternities. When the Dean of the University asks them to work together they have to put aside their differences and get along for the good of their houses. They end up realising that first impressions can be misleading.

As We Become Men by secretfanboy 

(18,968 I Mature I Complete)  *nerd!derek, jock!stiles

The wildest frat on campus is the Kappa Beta house.   Sheltered nerd Derek Hale, who has always done what was expected of him, is excited just to get to see the inside of the building.  Once inside he meets man about campus Stiles Stilinski and his world is turned upside down.  Stiles is nothing like anyone Derek’s ever known and Derek finds himself doing things he never imagined he’d do.  

What is this power Stiles has over him?

And who is turning frat boys into werewolves?

It’s Called a Heart Boner by RemainNameless 

(26,784 I Mature I Complete)

In which everyone and everything ever in the history of the world is trying to ruin Derek’s life before he can finish his master’s, especially his evil twin sister, his weird ability to start relationships on accident, his best friend’s obsession with his sex life, people with dimples, his subsequent inability to end relationships, manipulative sorority queens, and oh yeah, that stupid drunk ass freshman he keeps running into.


The five times Derek saves a very drunk Stiles and the one time Stiles saves him back.

I Might Be a Fool by prettylittlementirosa 

(35,375 I Explicit I Complete)

The thing about Stiles, though, is that for him, turned on and angry are not mutually exclusive feelings. He may be painfully hard but that doesn’t mean he’s not also ready to strangle Derek for having the audacity to act like this is something that’s happening to him, not something that is almost entirely his fault. So when Derek let’s out what must be his hundredth long-suffering sigh, Stiles snaps.

(or the one that was supposed to be a GRΣΣK AU but is mostly just a study in the gratuitous and inconsistent use of punctuation)

A Year of Firsts by theycallmeBeebo 

(47,318 I Mature I WIP)

Freshmen year starts off with Stiles and Scott rooming together and moving in different directions.  Scott is excited to be joining a frat and Stiles is usually tagging along.  That starts to change once he meets the VP of Scott’s frat (Derek Hale) and doesnt mind going to the parties with Scott anymore.

Thinking 'Bout You

Guess who gota chance to write a collab with one of her fave WRITERS


Soulmate AU with smitten boys, get ready all!! <3


Keith wakes up to singing.

His mind can’t really wrap itself around the fact, still heavy with sleep, and it only makes him more annoyed when the singing grows louder. It’s probably around the fifth verse when he finally snaps.

‘Ugh, you’ve got to be kidding me,’ he thinks, face still pressed against his pillow in a weak attempt to block the singing echoing around him, ‘Imma murder someone, I swear.’

The singing stops abruptly, making him wince at the sudden sharp tug it took inside his mind at the action.

Silence is back around his light dimmed room and Keith honestly couldn’t care less about the weird experience. Weirder things have happened before in life than annoying singing stopping out of nowhere, honestly.

Keith’s just glad it’s gone, and he’s able to go back to sleep –

‘Um, hello?’

Keith pauses, his limbs tensing and his breath hitching when a sudden unfamiliar voice makes itself present. He takes two seconds before he leaps out of bed, the knife he keeps under his pillow held up high in front of him in defense.

He stands tall and firm, trying to look intimidating and dangerous even though he’s missing a sock and his boxers are hanging a little too low around his hips.

Wide dark blue eyes narrow themselves as they search every corner of his room for any kind of intruder. His room is not that big, barely able to hold a bed, a dresser and a small desk next to the window, basically bare and transparent.

Keith lowers his knife slowly, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion when nothing looks out of the ordinary.

“Fair enough, that was weird,” Keith hums out loud, easing his shoulders and relaxing his stand as he takes one last look around him and drops his knife on his bed.

‘Maybe I’m going crazy.’

A shiver runs down his spine when the voice appears once again, but this time, Keith can easily pinpoint the place it’s coming from, or more like, where it shouldn’t come from.

He takes a pause, hands up in the air as if he was trying to calm himself down, before he takes a deep breath.

‘That was not my thought,’ he thinks, panic and confusion filling his chest, ‘That was not my thought, what the fu –‘

‘Dude,’ the unfamiliar voice cuts him off sharply, but Keith can hear the edge of fear lingering on its tone, ‘Dude, what the fuck –‘

‘No, no, you what the fuck.’ Keith thinks angrily, scowling as his eyes go up, as if he could meet the stranger’s face in the ceiling.

‘Me? You what the fuck.’ The voice replies, panic and fear still on the back but being covered by annoyance, ‘Get out.’

‘It’s my head, you get out.’

‘No, it’s mine.’

Keith purses his lips and pokes his temple and then his cheek, nodding once he confirms what he was looking for.

‘No, pretty sure it’s my body, my mind, and you’re a weird thing invading it.’

‘Maybe I’m your conscious?’

‘What the fuck is a conscious? Did you mean ‘conscience’ ?’

‘No, no. Conscious.’

‘Well, then, whatever. Fuck off, Conscious.’

‘Are you my conscious?’

‘You just said that you were mine?’

‘But I know I’m me, how can I be your conscious?’

‘I don’t kno– Get out.’

‘How the fuck –‘

“Hey, Keith, you awake?”

The extra voice puts Keith in alert. He dives for his knife, pointing it high to the person behind him only to meet his brother’s arched eyebrow.

“I thought you had grown over your necessity of sleeping with your knife.” Shiro deadpans before frowning in confusion when he notices the tense shoulders and worried frown in his brother’s features. “Uh…you okay?”

“Uh, yeah,” Keith replies quickly.

Shiro only spares him another concern glance before he shrugs. “If you say so, bro. Get ready, though, because we leave in ten and the pancakes I made may disappear by that time.”

“Oh, God, let’s hope so,” Keith mutters quietly, throwing his knife back to his bed and ignoring the way Shiro flips him off with a mocking glare.

The door closes behind his brother and Keith waits exactly three seconds before he comes to a decision.

‘Hello? Weird voice in my head?’ He thinks, trying to be careful on how to form his words, ‘Alo? No? Nothing?’

Five seconds pass, maybe ten just to be sure, and it’s then when Keith sighs, relief dripping from his shoulders like water.

‘This never happened,’ he tells himself inside his head.

He ignores the uneasy feeling inside of him when he can’t even convince himself.

Lance takes a long sip from his iced coffee as he watches the crowd pass by.

He’s taking a well-deserved break after a long day of shopping at the mall. Hunk was supposed to accompany him, but canceled last minute because he had to fill in at his part-time job.

Lance sighs. It’s been a few days since the weird encounter he had under the shower. At first, he played it off as a hallucination, or blamed it on his tiredness. But then Lance had a thought. What if … that was his soulmate link.

He knows almost everything there is to know about soulmates. Lance has been obsessed with it ever since he was a child. But there are so many different kind of soul links that it’s hard to get a grasp of all the possibilities. There’s the classic red string of fate that connects people. That’s how his mom and dad met. There are some soulmates who can share whatever they paint on their skin; some share their injuries, others see some kind of trail in the air leading them to their soulmate.

Some of these are obvious others are more… unique. Like that one woman who had the same song stuck in her head for years until she met her soulmate who heard the same song. And then there are these unfortunate souls who don’t have a soulmate.

Lance is one of them.

At least that’s what he thought until now. Ever since he heard that voice in his head, he had the tiny spark of hope that maybe … maybe there is someone out there for him after all.

Lance sighs as he puckers his lips to take another sip from his straw. Well, he didn’t hear the voice again so maybe it was just his imagination.

‘Shit, he’s hot.’

Lance chokes and sputters as he spits out his coffee. “What the fuck?!” he wheezes and rubs his mouth with his sleeve. The girls on the table next to him raise their eyebrows in question and giggle when he smiles awkwardly.

Okay, alright, okay. That was definitely in his head.

‘Test. Test. Hello?’ he thinks, trying not to feel stupid.

‘What the shit?!’

Lance probably shouldn’t be so thrilled to hear a stranger’s voice in his head, but his heart jumps nervously in his chest.

‘That’s what I wanted to say as well.’

‘Oh nonononono, this is not happening again!’

‘Um. Sorry to disappoint you buddy, but it is.’

‘Who are you? How do you do that?!’

Lance leans back and frowns.

‘Wait hold up, I’m not the one doing this!’

‘Well neither am I!’

‘So we both don’t have a clue what’s going on,’ Lance concludes and crosses his arms. It should be weird to talk to someone in his head, but he’s getting the hang of this pretty quickly. Maybe it is his soulmate after all.

‘This is so fucked up,’ the voice groans and Lance can hear the distress radiating from him. Well, it seems like the guy on the other hand isn’t as excited as Lance about this.

‘I’m Lance.’


‘My name is Lance.’

‘Why are you telling me this?!’

‘I don’t know. I thought maybe you’d feel better if the voice in your head wasn’t a complete stranger.’

There’s silence in his head. Lance unfolds his arms and panic bubbles in his chest when he doesn’t get an answer. He’s about to voice his concerns when his thoughts get interrupted.

‘I’m Keith.’

A relieved smile spreads on Lance’s lips, and he can’t help the chuckle leaving him.

‘Well, hello Keith. Nice to meet you.’

‘Yeah,’ the stranger - Keith - scoffs.

Lance snorts and grimaces when the girls at the table next to him send him another funny look.

‘So,’ he starts. ‘Who is hot?’


‘You thought about someone - a guy - being hot earlier,’ Lance adds, and he hides the grin behind his hands as he leans forward.

‘Fuck,’ Keith curses. ‘There goes my privacy.’



This starter meme is completely based off of THIS starter meme right here, it’s just in a different format to accommodate players with multiple accounts as opposed to just one!! I take no credit for it and if you want to appreciate the content, give the blog a follow, please!!

  • “You can’t have sex with your neighbor’s backyard above-ground pool.”
  • “Let me help you out of that swimsuit– POOL.”
  • “I sure hope we become best friends! But I don’t hope we have a falling out, leading us to have a tense, emotion-heavy, dramatic, competitive, love/hate relationship later on.”
  • “So, anyways, I regain consciousness, there’s cops everywhere, (name) is covered in blood, got an ice-pick– haha, it was kind of a weird Tuesday.”
  • “We’re gonna be late for anime school!”
  • “I’m just saying, is it illegal if I’m in my OWN pool?”
  • “(name) WAS A BITCH-ASS POSER.”
  • “Oh no, he’s hot when he’s sad!”
  • “This reminds me of prison. This reminds me of prison. This DEFINITELY reminds me of prison.”
  • “Look at that little pimp. He’s gonna grow up to be a prison ass mothafucka.”
  • “Let’s skip all the fluff and get to the part where we’re shirtless.”
  • “Homeboy looks like shark week, I ain’t messin’ with that.”
  • “It wasn’t a dream! We got arrested for trespassing! We went to JAIL!”
  • “Nah, man, we went to holding. There’s a big difference.”
  • “Yeah now we owe Easter Dave a favor– that is NOT a position you wanna be in.”
  • “Wouldn’t we have seen him around by now? I mean he is a bipedal shark-person.”
  • “I’VE GOT MACE!”
  • “Was macing us really necessary AFTER you remembered who we were?!”
  • “You took the fall for me and I said thank you.”
  • “I went to jail!”
  • “I spent 6 months at a correctional facility!”
  • “I stabbed a girl in the yard!”
  • “I think that guard you killed had a family!”
  • “Look at that majestic ass mothafucka. Like a dolphin or some shit. A dolphin with legs… and arms… and a jet pack.”
  • “That’s how they do it in Australia.”
  • “20 bucks on jabber jaws.”
  • “Hey, man did you TiVo Glee last night?”
  • “I’m not allowed to watch Glee, my dad says it might turn me into something bad. A musical theater major.”
  • “Neither one of them even died!”
  • “They won’t let me back into sewing club because apparently when I threaten someone with sewing needles it’s deemed ‘inappropriate’ and I 'have to leave’.”
  • “I have to tumblr this!”
  • “A guy with emotional issues who swims away his problems? Lady, that’s the whole team, you’re gonna have to be more specific.”
  • “I ship them! And them!”
  • “They hate each other, but they also fuck each other!“
  • “Hey, we try not to get this part of the gym wet so whatever you’re doing is gonna have to stop.”
  • “So do you wanna come back to my place, listen to some Dave Matthews, and talk about my work out routine?”
  • “I wonder if that stuff I hid is still here? … Nah, cops probably took it.”
  • “Do you know? Do you know for sure? Because I don’t need another incident.”
  • “If I get out of this chair, I guarantee you’ll end up in one with wheels.”
  • “Okay. I’ll admit, I’m a little threatened.”
  • “‘Sup bitches!~”
  • “Aren’t you that guy who drowned a kid? And burned down that building?”
  • “Get back to it before you learn a lesson in post-war, urban torture practices.”
  • “Remember, snitches get stitches!”
  • “Shut up, you’re high as balls!”
  • “You’re just mad because mom and dad thought you were a girl for the first year of your life.”
  • “Right, son. And speaking of crushing disappointments—”
  • “Coach tried to get me to vandalize a police station again.”
  • “Good thing I wore my Heelies.”
  • “He’s so hot but so crazy! Which makes him even MORE hot!”
  • “Come on, let me get those digits baby!”
  • “It should be illegal to be that fine!”
  • “Oh, just basic addition and subtraction. He was subtracting from my profits so I’m going to add a few extra holes in him.”
  • “This doesn’t seem like the time for polka-renditions of Ke$ha songs.”
  • “I hate it when you leave but I love watching you go.”
  • “Yeah, I’ve seen him. He’s in my scrapbook class. He cuts the eyes out of magazine photos.”
  • “Your arrest record is extensive… and amateur.”
  • “I want that boy to be my bride!”
  • “Pilates will do that, man, works your core.”
  • “What are we waiting for? Let’s go bro! Let’s g’bro!”
  • “Wow, you sure said that.“
  • “WOOP! WOOP! Hold it, I’m gonna have to pull you over for exceeding recommended hotness.”
  • “One time, we went camping in the woods, I just left 'em there. Nobody found them for like 5 days. I don’t even think their families cared, kinda sad, really.”
  • “So, what you’re saying is, if they disappeared, no one would notice?”
  • “Well I’ve gotta go not talk to you anymore.”
  • “I learned how to swim the old fashioned way. When I was five my dad took me out to a lake and tossed me right in the water.”
  • “I’m so happy right now! — And it’s not just ‘cause I get to see you in a bunch of different swimsuits. Okay, I lied, I’m sorry, that’s mostly the reason.”
  • “Hey, I know you! You helped me smuggle some stuff out of the country! How’ve you been, kid?”
A Thank You Note to Patty Jenkins

This isn’t a review so much as it is a post about how Wonder Woman and Patty Jenkins have changed Hollywood (or at least I believe they have). At this point in time, I’ve watched Wonder Woman twice in the span of 1 week and both times I found myself staring in awe of Gal Gadot (my imaginary wife) and the other Amazons kicking ass like nobody’s business. Though I am a big fan of superhero movies, I am more of a Marvel fan, as the recent DC films have been quite disappointing with the plots being all over the place. Then came Wonder Woman, the first female-centric superhero film in over a decade, which caught my attention. I’ll just say that this is the best DC film I have watched since The Dark Knight Rises. It’s a true origin story that doesn’t get lost in attempting to connect to the larger DCEU, but rather focuses on telling the story of how Diana, Princess of Themyscira, became Wonder Woman.

Now, on to the main reason why I wrote this post. Walking out of the theater, I felt empowered, like if I yelled “shield!” in the middle of the mall, someone would give me a boost so I could spin in the air and shoot arrows at people. As a 17-year-old girl who is a huge fan of superhero films, I have only ever really seen men rule the screen and kill evil aliens and defeat their enemies. Seeing a powerful, kind, compassionate and incredible woman fight for what she belives in, put a smile on my face that will last a lifetime. The genius behind this film and the smile on my face is Patty Jenkins, and I am writing this to thank her. 

A couple days ago, I came across this THR headline:

What I took notice of, along with many others, was the use of the word “gamble” in the headline. Using the word “gamble” made it feel as though Warner Bros. did not BELIEVE in Jenkins. As though the reception and box office of this film was all up to chance, just like in gambling. People took notice of this and pointed it out, recalling other male directors who had similar career paths as Jenkins, who never received this headline. One important example was Colin Trevorrow, who prior to directing Jurassic World, a film which had a budget of $150 million, had only directed the small indie film Safety Not Guaranteed, which had a tiny $750,000 budget in comparison. Articles about Trevorrow highlighted his incredible leap from indie film to iconic blockbuster film, never implying that the success of JW would be up to chance. This makes it seem as though Jenkins is somehow less qualified for the job of helming a big budget superhero film than someone like Trevorrow, when in reality, Jenkins’ $8 million indie film Monster won an Oscar and outdid other male directors’ pre-big budget films.

I brought up the article to say that I don’t think it was a “gamble” hiring Jenkins to direct this film, but rather a choice to do so. It was a CHOICE to produce the first female-centric superhero film in over a decade. It was a CHOICE to hire a talented female storyteller to TELL the story ABOUT a woman FOR women (and men). It was a CHOICE to show the world what women could do, that they were capable of exactly what men are shown as being capable of. 

The release of Wonder Woman has inspired many people all around the world. For the past week, I have seen countless images of little girls dressed as Diana, going to the cinema and posing with posters and cardboard cut-outs. Each time I scroll through my Instagram, Twitter and Facebook feeds, I see celebrities tweeting, posting statuses and pictures, praising Jenkins and Gadot for an excellent, empowering film. And each time I see these pictures, tweets and posts, I can’t help but smile and think “A woman did this. She MADE this.”.

Watching the success of this film brings joy to my heart, knowing that Patty Jenkins, a female director, has changed the game for women, especially for women behind the camera. I believe that the success of Wonder Woman will prove to studios that women are indeed capable of creating successful films, it’s just a matter of believing in them and giving them the opportunity to do so. As a young girl whose dream it is to direct films, I want to thank Patty Jenkins from the bottom of my film-loving heart for bringing this film to life and being the reason behind its success. I know for a fact that you have changed the way Hollywood sees and treats female directors, or at least I know you WILL. I know that because of you and because of this film, female directors will be given more opportunities to tell more stories and to do what they love. Furthermore, the success of Wonder Woman will no doubt inspire young girls to do what they love, regardless of the obstacles they may encounter on their way to success.

Hello all This is an update and somewhat a break regarding the tumblrs future and yes I am breaking away from the character description I started adding to each post.

As some of you who have followed the tumblr will know late last year I tried experimenting with a potential friendship problem adventure story that I had fun drawing with some of the scenariosI put book horse and apple horse in XD . But honestly since the beginning have struggled to come up with a humorous idea on how to warp it up. Not only that but in the recent months I have found myself losing interest or getting slightly stressed on what else I can do with Twi and AJ weekly This tumblr was inspired by Rarijack daily and I though Twijack would be a breeze but its not ,thats partly because I want to keep the images close to the cannon as possible and leave really shippy images to other twijack fans.

This is going to sound silly but I sort have lost my drive to make anything MLP at the moment, though considering I have been with the pony train since early 2011 you have to cut me some slack to essentially take a break from the world of Equestria and focus on other fandoms and personal projects which I have a lot of passion for right now )You can blame Anime for this ^^;). My new direction in my Life is to go in to Picture book / comics as a professional and I can not let side projects like Twijacky weekly eat up all my spare time then I desperately want to have something  unique original to do with jowybean. Now I am in no way shape or form saying I am leaving the fandom or going to become an antibrony I still find ideas popping in to my head for future  pony art and twijack images. I just find everything about MLP G4 kind of Meh at the moment.

Now regarding this information the tumblr is not stopping either its just not going to continue the friendship problem storyline or be updated weekly.  From now on it will be updated with cute sketches or illustrations of the duo only if I think they would make a great addition to the roster of Twijacky imagery I have previously made. I imagine when the new pony season and movie rolls around the inspiration will come rushing back to me and the enjoyment for the tumblr will be refilled :).

I apologise if this annoys/ disappoints you in anyway as i did the exact thing when I attempted luna comic in 2013-2014 and stopped that because well big fan projects for me are hard too keep on top of. I have been drawing way before G4 ponies was a thing guys and I have so many wonderful opportunities as a professional artist that I need to take advantage of before I regret missing them because of being a crony artist.

I feel more assured that I am sharing this with you now rather then letting it die slightly or press on and make it a chore that drains me. If i kept forcing the lacklustre twijack work guys, you would tell I was running dry on ideas soon enough. MLP just dose not have the same magic I felt for it in the early days and eventually it will in some way fade away for me. not ever die out just become another thing I enjoyed being a part of like any other geek thing in our life’s, trends come and go and its a natural response as time moves forward and we grow up in this crazy world.

Whatever happens with me and my love for MLP I applause the diehard fans that can enjoy everything pony to the fullest. And I am am very grateful for so many people taking the time and interest to follow this silly tumblr for two characters I really like.  

until next post which hopefully will not be too long Laters and bro hoof Jowybean

FIC: “The Utterances of Storms” OMGCP, pre-graduation

Bittle, after laughing into his cup of tub juice for a good forty seconds, explains with only a little bit of a slur to his words that he’d need time—his mother would have to ship things and he’d need to bother someone named Katya for music.

Jack can’t hear what Ransom says in reply over the din of the party, but Bittle nods a couple of times and grins, cheeks flushed with alcohol.

It’s probably nothing.


Shitty texts him in the middle of World War II in Europe.

dude get to faber asap

It’s not just the lack of exclamation points that makes him leave class early—something he’s never done before, and the betrayed look that Professor Shahabuddin gives him as he’s sorry-ing his way past everyone else in his row tattoos itself on the part of the brain where the ocean of his guilt lives. It’s not just the knowledge that Shitty has his schedule memorized and would never dare interrupt if it weren’t important enough to rattle the cage of what he calls “The Zimmerbeast” that spurs Jack into running across campus.

It’s the “dude.”

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  • "You can't have sex with your neighbor's backyard above-ground pool."
  • "let me help you out of that swimsuit-- POOL."
  • "I sure hope we become best friends! but I don't hope we have a falling out, leading us to have a tense, emotion-heavy, dramatic, competitive, love/hate relationship later on."
  • "so anyways I regain consciousness, there's cops everywhere, (name) is covered in blood, got an icepick-- haha it was kind of a weird tuesday."
  • "we're gonna be late for anime school!"
  • "I'm just saying, is it illegal if I'm in my OWN pool?"
  • "(name) WAS A BITCH-ASS POSER."
  • "oh no, he's hot when he's sad!"
  • "this reminds me of prison. this reminds me of prison. this DEFINITELY reminds me of prison."
  • "look at that little pimp. he's gonna grow up to be a prison ass mothafucka."
  • "let's skip all the fluff and get to the part where we're shirtless."
  • "homeboy looks like shark week, I ain't messin' with that."
  • "It wasn't a dream! We got arrested for trespassing! We went to JAIL!"
  • "Nah, man, we went to holding. there's a big difference."
  • "Yeah now we owe Easter Dave a favor-- that is NOT a position you wanna be in."
  • "Wouldn't we have seen him around by now? I mean he is a bipedal shark-person."
  • "I'VE GOT MACE!"
  • "Was macing us really necessary AFTER you remembered who we were?!?"
  • "you took the fall for me and I said thank you."
  • "I went to jail!"
  • "I spent 6 months at a correctional facility!"
  • "I stabbed a girl in the yard!"
  • "I think that guard you killed had a family!"
  • "look at that majestic ass mothafucka. like a dolphin or some shit. a dolphin with legs... and arms... and a jetpack."
  • "that's how they do it in Austrailia."
  • "20 bucks on jabber jaws."
  • "hey, man did you Tivo Glee last night?"
  • "I'm not allowed to watch Glee, my dad says it might turn me into something bad. A musical theater major."
  • "Neither one of them even died!"
  • "they won't let me back into sewing club because apparently when I threaten someone with sewing needles it's deemed 'inappropriate' and I 'have to leave'."
  • "I have to tumblr this!"
  • "a guy with emotional issues who swims away his problems? Lady, that's the whole team, you're gonna have to be more specific."
  • "I ship them! and them!"
  • "they hate each other, but they also fuck each other!"
  • "hey we try not to get this part of the gym wet so whatever you're doing is gonna have to stop."
  • "so do you wanna come back to my place, listen to some Dave Matthews and talk about my work out routine?"
  • "I wonder if that stuff I hid is still here? ...nah, cops probably took it."
  • "do you know? do you know for sure? Because I don't need another incident."
  • "If I get out of this chair I guarantee you'll end up in one with wheels."
  • "Ok. I'll admit, I'm a little threatened."
  • "'sup bitches!~"
  • "aren't you that guy who drowned a kid? and burned down that building?"
  • "get back to it before you learn a lesson in post-war, urban torture practices."
  • "Remember, snitches get stitches!"
  • "shut up you're high as balls!"
  • "you're just mad because mom and dad thought you were a girl for the first year of your life."
  • "right, son. and speaking of crushing disappointments-"
  • "coach tried to get me to vandalize a police station again."
  • "good thing I wore my Heelys."
  • "he's so hot but so crazy! which makes him even MORE hot!"
  • "Come on let me get those digits baby!"
  • "It should be illegal to be that fine!"
  • "oh just basic addition and subtraction. he was subtracting from my profits so I'm going to add a few extra holes in him."
  • "this doesn't seem like the time for polka-renditions of Ke$ha songs."
  • "I hate it when you leave but I love watching you go."
  • "Yeah I've seen him. He's in my scrapbook class. He cuts the eyes out of magazine photos."
  • "your arrest record is extensive... and amateur."
  • "I want that boy to be my bride!"
  • "Pilates will do that man, works your core."
  • "what are we waiting for? let's go bro! let's gbro!"
  • "wow you sure said that."
  • "WOOP! WOOP! hold it, I'm gonna have to pull you over for exceeding recommended hotness."
  • "One time we went camping in the woods, I just left 'em there. Nobody found them for like 5 days. I don't even think their families cared, kinda sad, really."
  • "So, what you're saying is, if they disappeared, no one would notice?"
  • "well I've gotta go not talk to you anymore."
  • "I learned how to swim the old fashioned way. When I was five my dad took me out to a lake and tossed me right in the water."
  • "I'm so happy right now! --and it's not just cause I get to see you in a bunch of different swimsuits. Ok I lied, I'm sorry, that's mostly the reason."
  • "hey I know you! You helped me smuggle some stuff out of the country! How've you been kid?"
Character Development - Part 8 - November

Fic Masterlist! 

Warning: Lots of swearing due to intense Mario game battles

Word Count: 1243

Life had completely changed for Dan and Phil in a matter of weeks. They used to be two best friends who liked to mess around during gym class. Now their every move was under the close observation of up to ten kids. 

Nothing they did ever changed; they stayed the same people they were. The difference was in the rest of the students’ reactions to the things they did. 

Dan and Phil chased each other around the gym before class and poked each other in the sides, the game only stopping when Phil threatened Dan with his disgusting, spit-covered finger. The two climbed onto the bleachers together and sat, talking until the coach made the class start running laps. 

Dan threw volleyballs at Phil in what he and the rest of his friends called a “social experiment” to find out if he actually had any balls. Of course, none of them were the most athletic, so they never actually got him. Phil was surprisingly good at blocking. The gym coach knew; he just didn’t care.

Other than the physical activity, gym was Dan’s favorite class, simply because he got to hang out with Phil for forty-five minutes. It was almost worth a little bit of running. Almost. 

It probably would have been worth it if it weren’t for the newfound responses to their behavior. Their friend group used to be a bunch of girls teaming up with Dan against Phil to mess with him. Recently, it turned into the girls teaming up against the two of them together. “I ship Phan,” Stacy would often vocalize. 

“We know. Still not gonna happen,” either Dan or Phil would rattle off every time without even changing their facial expression. Dan was starting to get used to it. Deep down, it still bothered him a lot that they all shipped them. Maybe it was because he shipped them too. But he’d never say that. Phil didn’t feel the same, and he wasn’t willing to mess up their friendship for his own dumb feelings. 

Unless Phil did too. 

Dan knew Phil didn’t like him back, but that didn’t stop that voice in the back of his head. 

Maybe he really does like you. 

Sit with him on the bus. 

It’ll be dark. Maybe something will happen. 

The storyline is already unfolding in your head. 

Do it.

The football team at Dan and Phil’s school didn’t suck for what they heard was the first time in ages. This year, they finally made it to playoffs, and the band was going to play pep songs. he voice in the back of Dan’s head took over. “You wanna sit with me on the bus to the game?” 


Over the next few days, the percussion group chat exploded. There was a constant buzz in the band about the playoff game. Everyone wanted the team to win; it would extend the marching season by another week. But almost as much as the hype about the game, everyone was excited for the bus ride. It was a two hour drive, and there was a throwback planned to keep everyone occupied. “Don’t forget your Nintendo DS!” the group echoed at each other before leaving class the afternoon before the game. 

The next morning, Dan returned with the three different consoles he had as a child. Everyone who had one brought a DS. 

That afternoon, the band piled onto the bus, and the small group of percussion kids pulled their consoles out of their bags. After Dan situated in his seat with Phil and gave out his two extra consoles, it was decided. They would be having a Mario Kart showdown.

Dan was thrilled, as he grew up on Mario Kart DS. He was ready to wreck some bitches. 

Maybe not. 

Everyone thought they were better than the rest of the pack, but most of it was a huge toss-up. “Take that, Phil!” Dan yelled as he launched a red shell at Phil and passed him to take first place as they crossed the finish line.

If there was such a thing as lol random in 2016, Phil would be its physical embodiment. He always came up with the craziest things to say. “B-Bitchcracker!” he stuttered out. 

“Bitchcracker?” Dan laughed. “What kind of an insult is that? You could have just stuck to the classic swears we’ve been using for the last hour.” 

“Shut up, bitchcracker.” 

Dan chuckled as they started another round. The group played on, the obscenities not getting any quieter until a few kids started getting motion sickness and they decided to stop. A few minutes later, they arrived at dinner and ate a quick Chick-Fil-A meal before heading to the game. 

The band climbed back onto the bus a mix of disappointment and excitement. The team lost the game; the marching season was completely over. But, the band got so extremely hype during the game that they couldn’t help but be a bit excited. Dan hopped back into his and Phil’s seat and pulled his DS out of his bag. “Mario Kart?” he asked, his smile wide and his adrenaline pumping. 

“Nah, not enough people are wanting to play. We could play Super Mario Bros,” he said, pulling the game card out of his container and holding it up while the lights were still on. 

Dan thought back to when he was a kid and he had that game. He used to play multiplayer minigames with his cousins whenever they would visit. Dan missed that sometimes. “Sure.” 

Phil popped the card into his DS and opened the game as the lights went out and the bus started rolling. Dan connected his DS and the two started playing. Phil set the star minigame to best of 3/5, and Dan lost after three rounds the first few games they played. “Damnit!” he yelled, a few kids trying to sleep giving him looks. “How are you so good at this?” 

Phil shrugged, his sly smile showing in the dim light of the DS screen. “Practice, I guess.” 

After a couple more failed rounds, Dan finally won a couple. “HA! Only one more and I win!” 

“You’re really loud, you know that?” Phil said, starting the next round. 

Dan somehow managed to beat him. “Yes!” I win, bitchcracker!” he shouted, adapting Phil’s ridiculous saying. 

“I’ll get you next time,” Phil said, and he wasn’t wrong. It was a back and forth battle of horrible trash talk and the quickly overused phrase “bitchcracker” until Dan’s console died. 

Now was his chance. He could try something. Just make contact. Get near Phil. It was a cold night with all the windows open on the bus; he could cuddle up to his shoulder for warmth. He needed to try something, anything. 

“T’was fun,” Phil said, sliding his DS back into his bag and seat hopping to sit with Stacy before Dan could even get out of his own head. 

Dan slumped down into his seat, gazing out the window. He missed his chance. 

Why did he even think he had a chance in the first place? Phil. Was. Straight. He was never going to get anywhere. Phil never had and never would like him. Dan finally fell into the darker portion of the night. The only chance he thought he would ever have with Phil was gone, and the marching season was officially over. No more pep songs, no more halftime shows, and no more dark bus rides. It was over. 

Some Kamo Raita hc’s

For @ryujin-zanba because I can never say no to them~

  • He’s the youngest in his family, and definitely spoiled by his older siblings. He was the kind of kid that if he cried, he would have mom, big sis or big bro swooping down on him to make sure he was OK. 
  • But because he got spoiled as a kid, that’s the reason his mom is so tough on him now. She wants to make sure that he can take care of himself, and doesn’t just rely on others his whole life.
  • His big sister still babies him though, and always brings him home something sweet after her college classes are done for the day.
  • One of his biggest fears is losing people in his life. His grandpa (that he was very close to) died when he was really young, and since then, he’s been scared shitless of losing people. Whether it be family, friends, by death or failures in relationships.  He just. Really worries that one day, he’s gonna annoy someone too much and drive them off.
  • Kind of loves having Kashima as a best friend because Kashima never lets Kamo get the best of him. Kashima’s kind of like, his same age big-brother in a way, because as soon as Kamo’s gone too far, Kashi snaps back and puts Kamo back in his place.  Their friendship is really balanced (but really, Kashima lets him get away with too much too).
  • Has been dreading graduation since 3rd year started because again. he knows that this is where he and all of his friends have to part ways.
  • He’s also scared of graduation because he’s not quite sure what he wants to do. He knows college is expected of him by his parents, but he just. Isn’t ready to make a decision about the future when there’s so much going on right now! 
  • Can be loud and boisterous when he’s insecure about himself, because he doesn’t want to let it show.
  •  Is really one of the best people to be friends with and have on your side.  He is super welcoming, and can really just make friends with anyone (as long as they’re able to take a joke and a bit of teasing).  The first years had an unofficial ‘favorite senpai’ vote and it was unanimous because Kamo was the one that made them all feel comfortable and encouraged them to keep going, even when they were ready to quit.
  • Kamo pushes others because he wants them to be able to stick with him.
  • The only kind of person he doesn’t really like are ones who say they’re going to do something, then they never do.  He doesn’t like to ask twice, because he think’s he’s going to be a bother, so people like that are just a big disappointment for him.
  • Needs people to remind him that he’s only annoying when he’s actively trying to be, because he lowkey worries that when he talks to much or gets up in someone’s space, he’s being annoying thats to bad former friends from middle school.
  • WHAT A HUGGER. His hugs are always the squeezing type hugs that always leave your arms a bit tingly.
  • Kashima once caught him kissing his mirror when he got his first crush and wanted to “practice”. Its the one piece of dirt Kashima has on him, and the one thing he can’t let get revealed at any cost.
  • Has the cutest laugh when he’s being sincere. Always knows how to cheer his friends up when they’re having a bad day.
  • Overall a very good boy and a blessing to his friends. He cares about his whole team a whole lot, and he just wants everyone to get along and stop snapping at each other.

anonymous asked:

i love your writing and your blog and i dont want to sound pushy or rude but i was wondering if you have any future plans for your sterek hp au? all of your fics and even little drabbles make my heart swell but that set just stuck in my head the most and i always wonder about it, thank you for doing what you do and being awesome!

year 1, day 1 | years 1 & 2 | year 3 | year 4 | year 5

year 6:

Their sixth year, Derek spends more time than ever in the library, fretting about N.E.W.T.s. He’s thinking tentatively about following in Stiles’ footsteps and setting his sights on a career as an auror. His marks right now are good enough for it, and he knows they’re looking to recruit more werewolves into the Ministry. Most of all, though, it’d mean working with Stiles.

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Sooo…. @spaceacedex messaged me yesterday with some awesome Ace!Kent, demi!Jack pimbits headcanons and we kind of ran away with it.

So, please enjoy our 2k+ rambling

(½) kent is…ace… (and also an Aces player) hear me out - we always hear about him being super smooth and charming whether it be for like a rando hookup on roadies in a club or with jack (back in the day) or even with pb&j hcs, but like also consider him being super charming and making out w someone in the club for a bit and when he’s ready to leave bein like, “welp it’s been fun but i’m tired an’ going home, thnks” and everyone being winded after meeting this kid.

(2/2) also: in the Q with jack, being ace and not knowing bc they’re kids, and obvs it wasn’t very smooth and didn’t end well (he didn’t know jack was demi back then & neither did he) but growing up a bit and introducing bitty (and shitty’s explanations of different sexualities) everything works out and they all get together and figure out what works for everyone

  • what if kent’s just trying too hard in the Q when he really doesn’t have to? and that’s where they get mixed up because they DONT TALK about it
  • the situations he puts himself in because that’s supposed to be NORMAL but he doesn’t want to do anything other than maybe makeout
  • and then he meets jack and like, jack isn’t really that interested in anything beyond hanging out which parse is so relieved. but then jack one day makes a move and they’re making out and parse is into it. he likes jack. maybe even loves him.
  • but then jack pushes a bit too far and kent doesn’t know what to do. how does he push jack, the boy who rarely lets people in his life, away??
  • this boy probably didn’t want to have that part of the relationship to begin with but hey once they’re playing together and are inseparable BOOM look at that he’s in love and wants to show that to kent (the wrong way/time like you said) and maybe it took kent a few years to be okay with that - he probs didn’t have anyone like shitty to explain it
  • and maybe thats part of the split between them? beyond the od and whatever happened there. he pushes jack away because he doesn’t want whatever they have to be marred by unwanted sex and Jack doesn’t really understand cause he’s a teenager and for the first time in his life he actually wants someone sexually

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(hi yes I’m very angry about my hometown so have a thousand words of fluffy stevebucky fic featuring nanny!steve) 

mainline // part 1

The thing about kids is: they distort time. When Steve arrives at the coffee shop to find it not yet open, he just stares stupidly at the closed door. The baby on his hip babbles – softly, for now. He didn’t even bring the carrier. 

A long-haired man comes to stand beside him and Steve says, “Oh – sorry – I don’t think they’re open yet, I’m a dumbass –” 

“Long night?” the guy says, looking amused. 

Steve smiles wanly because, yeah, it was, but not in the way that this frankly beautiful guy is implying. Between the still-slightly-sweaty hair pulled back into a ponytail, the clingy musk of cigarette smoke, and the, oh lord is that mascara? his lashes are so long – everything about him screams ‘just rolling home from a rollicking night out.’ 

“Don’t worry,” the guy says, jangling an industrial grade keyring clipped to his belt loop, “I got ya covered.” 

He unlocks the grate and slides it open. Steve and the baby both breathe a sigh of relief. 

“So what can I get you?” the guy asks, flipping on the lights. “Something with a couple dozen extra shots?” 

“Just a black coffee,” Steve says, because he’s not made of money and also because this guy is opening up half an hour early for him. “Listen, I’ll go wait outside and let you open up in peace –” 

“Not gonna kick a dude with a baby out on the street,” the guy says, eyes crinkling, as he efficiently goes about the opening process. 

Steve is waiting outside the hole in the wall coffee shop again. It opens at 7am and it’s 6:51, so only nine, no, eight minutes now. Steve has a head full of concrete from finishing a commission until 3 and waking up at 5 to get to this nannying gig in time. He knows from experience that if doesn’t get caffeine into his system soon, the infant shriek will chip at his skull like a finely tuned scalpel.  

“Bro,” the guy says, “again? I’m gonna take this as a compliment.” 

He is being kind, for Steve is sitting directly on the sidewalk with the baby chilling in his lap. He meant to stand up in a few minutes so that he would appear less down-and-out when the barista arrived, but this is the current state of things and what’s done is done. 

Steve shrugs and expertly gets to his feet while supporting the baby and keeping his back straight. “You should. Coffee’s good.” 

“And I’m the only place that opens before nine in this neighborhood,” the guy says, opening the gates and ushering Steve inside. 

“That does help,” Steve admits, again getting a whiff of cigarette smoke and general club aroma. It’s a Thursday morning which, okay, maybe people with actual social lives go out on Wednesday nights, but Steve doesn’t know how this guy is managing to pull an all-nighter and then roll into work directly after. 

“You can make me wait outside, for real, until seven,” Steve says. “I don’t want you to get in trouble with your boss or anything.” 

“I am the boss,” the guy says, lips quirking. 

“Oh,” Steve says, floored. “Sorry, I just –” thought you were way too young to own your own business, “Sleep deprived, you know?” 

“It’s cool,” the guy says. He’s staring at the baby on Steve’s hip with an odd look, but then gestures to a barstool. “Have a seat. Gonna get you this new thing I’ve just concocted. Mainline caffeine.” 

“Oh, I –” Steve’s been living on a tight budget for years but he still hasn’t figured out the politest way to say ‘I really appreciate your kind gesture but please just give me whatever’s cheapest because I’m broke.’ He instead smiles, figures he’ll make it work, and says, “Thanks.” 

The lady whose kid he nannies for on Tuesdays and Thursdays flew out her front door this morning saying, “Oh the coffee machine’s broken – hope that’s not a problem!” 

“Not at all,” Steve said sunnily, dying inside. 

“Here ya go,” the guy says, pushing a mug across the counter to Steve. “On the house. And I’ll get your black coffee started now.” 

“Oh – thanks,” Steve says, a real smile breaking through his exhaustion. The baby slaps its hands contentedly on the counter and Steve downs the mug. “Holy shit, you weren’t kidding.” 

“I do know a thing or two about coffee,” the guy says. “I’m Bucky, by the way. Owner. Founder. Patron saint of the tired and the desperate.” 

“I’ll worship you till the end of the line if you keep making these,” Steve says, and he thinks he’s not imagining that Bucky’s eyes darken. “Bet this makes opening a hell of a lot easier.” 

“Sure,” Bucky says. He helps himself to a cup of coffee and leans against the counter. “Though I have someone come take over for me at ten, so I get to go straight home and crash.” 

“Ah,” Steve says, fitting the puzzle pieces together. “Bartender?” 

Bucky shakes his head. “Bouncer,” and yeah, Steve can see that now: everything from Bucky’s stance to the way he’s built screams ex-military. 

“Less crowded,” says Steve, which doesn’t exactly make sense out loud, without his internal commentary, but Bucky smiles wanly. 

“Yeah. Exactly.” 

The baby spits up the remainder of its breakfast then and is very put out about it. Steve gets to his feet and hoists the baby onto his shoulder, patting his back soothingly. Bucky passes him some napkins but Steve waves him off. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, and tosses down the burp cloth slung around his neck. “Way more absorbent.” 

Dude,” Bucky says, “you know what kind of germs are on this counter? Gross,” and Steve laughs. 

“Keep it,” he says. This lady insists on throwing away burp cloths daily and buying a whole new round when a box is gone instead of throwing them in the washer. Steve’s given up trying to understand the minds of rich people. 

The baby starts fussing in earnest now in a way that suggests nap time is imminent. Steve grabs his to-go coffee and forks over some cash. “Thanks,” he says. “See you next time.” 

“I hope so,” says Bucky, and his eyes follow Steve on his way out, giving him a hopeful jolt. 

It’s a few weeks until Steve sees Bucky again. He stops by the shop mid-morning one day, when a three-month-old would not stop fussing unless Steve was holding him and in constant motion, but there is a redheaded woman behind the counter instead. 

Steve tries to ignore the way disappointment settles in his stomach and orders in a carrying whisper. 

The woman eyes the baby with a professional air. “Three months?” 


“Won’t quiet unless you’re holding him?” 


“You tried sitting him on top of the dryer?” 

“Family doesn’t has one.” 

“Ouch,” the redhead says and definitely slips an extra shot into his coffee. Steve likes this place more and more. 

He manages to wait until 7:15 after a 5:30 start, which feels like mid-afternoon with a teething infant. 

“Hey,” Bucky says, straightening from where he was lounging behind the counter. Except for a few customers rushing out with their to-go cups, the place is empty. “How’s it going?” 

“Little rough this morning,” Steve says with a grin, because he has the stupidest crush, “but nothing coffee can’t fix.” 

Bucky is giving the baby a strange look again, but starts up a new brew of dark roast. “What’s this little dude’s name?” 

“Her name is –” and Steve has to stop to think because he’s forgotten for a moment what day it is, “Brynlee. This is Brynlee,” because, again, rich white people. 

“Shit man, how many kids you got?” Bucky says. “I mean, that’s definitely a different baby, right?” 

“Oh, they aren’t mine,” Steve near-shouts, the sudden comprehension making him laugh. Brynlee startles against his chest. “I’m a nanny,” he explains, and now Bucky is helplessly giggling too. 

“So all those muscles are from lifting kids all day?” he says. “Pretty good method.” 

“Yeah, and they pay me for the workout.” Steve stays and chats for a bit but then the morning rush starts and Brynlee’s mom calls him in a panic because she has an hour break at work and wants Steve to come down to the office to meet her so she can see the baby for fifteen minutes. 

He rushes off, waving goodbye in his wake, but Bucky’s busy with a customer and doesn’t see. 

Steve gets a call from an unknown number a few days later when he’s actually at home and he’s in a decent mood, so he picks up instead of letting it go to voicemail. 

“Uh hey,” the guy on the other end of the line says. “My friend Clint recommended you – you revamped all his branding last year? Uh, basically I’m looking for a new logo and new business cards. And signage. And digital versions of all that, if you do that too.” 

“Sure,” Steve says. “I can do mostly everything.” 

“A jack-of-all-trades, huh,” and his voice is warm and nice and Steve hesitates a moment, because it sounds so familiar. “Well, good. I run a coffee shop down on –” 

“Bucky?” Steve interrupts and there’s a pause on the other side of the phone. 

“Is this the hot nanny? I mean – oh god, I’m a disaster,” and Steve just laughs because he realizes he’s never told Bucky his name. 

“Yeah, it’s me. It’s Steve,” he says. 

“Well, Steve,” says Bucky, and Steve can hear the smile even through the phone, “why don’t you come over for a cup of coffee and we can talk about this in person.”

(update: read part two here // ao3 link)

Hajime Hinata in DR3

I just finished Danganronpa 3 Despair episode 5. If you haven’t seen up to that point as well as all of Danganronpa 2, it’s best to turn away now. Anyways, I don’t know if I’m the only one who thinks this or at least has it at the back of their mind. But I’m going to say it. *inhales*

I’m significantly disappointed in the way DR3 steered Hajime’s Hinata’s character into becoming Izuru.

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The Consequences of Midnight Makeouts

Part Two~ Cat Scratch Fever

So I am officially in love with writing Adrien. This part is a bit more introspective than the first but I think it works out with exposition. Plus I love writing Adrien being jealous of himself. XD

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timekeepxr  asked:

Prompt: How about a New Year's Eve themed thing with drinking (either just them or with the whole gang) that leads to shenanigans and Len being weird about kissing Sara at midnight. Perhaps Mick being a Bro and pushing them together. Obviously fluff please! Let's start the new year off right! (I never say no to things getting steamy, too.) You da best!

Sara Lance had wanted to celebrate Christmas and the New Year with her family that year. So she’d invited her sister and father out to Central City for the holiday. Normally, her father never set foot in the city because it was where their mother was. This year, however, Dinah had taken her new boyfriend to Colorado for a skiing. Now, Sara didn’t tell her dad that part, but let him know their mother wouldn’t be around for the holidays. Not that it was much of a shock. When it came to the holidays, their mother never really had been around much. When her parents had split, Sara had been more inclined to stay with her father, much to her mother’s disappointment. The one thing Sara could say for her mother, was that she’d allowed her daughters to have a choice. Not too many parents who split let their kids have that. Which was why Sara had opted to move out to Central City a few years ago to get to know her better. Sara missed Star City and her family there, but getting to know her mother all over again had been an adventure of its own. If she hadn’t gone here, her life would be much different. Of course, she’d declined to go with her to Colorado with a man she didn’t even know and be the third wheel during Christmas. 

No thanks.

And so, Christmas had come as had her birthday and her father and sister met her boyfriend for the first time. It had been awkward, especially since her father recognized the last name Snart. Leonard had taken it all in stride as her father mentioned his last name, the fact that his father was in prison for life for theft and assault, and that Leonard was too old for his little girl.

“Daddy! I’m twenty-nine years old!”

“And he’s fifty!”

“Forty-four,” corrected Leonard, making Quentin glare at him. “What? If you’re going to insult my age, might as well get it right.”

“Not helping,” said Sara, pointing a finger at Leonard, before turning to her father. “Daddy… He makes me happy.” She pouted, making Laurel snort from her spot on the sofa before taking a sip of her wine. “Can we not argue about this? It’s Christmas.”

“It’s not Christmas anymore,” argued Quentin.

“How about, you’re in our home, so how about a little respect?” asked Sara with a quirked brow, arms folding over her chest to make a stand. 

“I-Wait… What do you mean ‘our home’?!”

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…when you’re looking at your fic and you know you need to take a part of it out but you’re reluctant because every freaking word of the fic has been bought in blood, sweat and tears and you’re like “wasted work noooooo ;;;_;;;” And so you make a little deal with yourself that you can put it on tumblr so it won’t be 1700 words of heavy labor all for naught.

So this is more of an outtake than an excerpt from the wip (which is now at 49K, yay). Anyone who’s beta’d for me knows that I have a bad habit of using flashbacks, sometimes nested convolutedly, and I think we can all agree that 1700 words is way too long to ask a reader to temporarily exist in another time-frame. This scene is a memory Jon has of spring 2014, and it’s drawn very much on my own recollections of Kaner post-Sochi and what was going on with him, as well as speculation about the contract negotiations that could take place starting July 1. The ‘Kevin’ mentioned is Kevin Hayes, and is pretty much confirmed as accurate. I wrote this last summer before we knew what was going to happen with Panarin, and it’s very cheering to see what a positive, even spectacular outcome it turned out to be.

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Collide Prt 5.

Prompt: Riley Matthews is a struggling writer who works as a bartender to pay off her student loans. Lucas Friar is a rich kid from Texas who’s lost his way. One night fate brings them together causing their two different worlds to collide.
A/N: This chapter is kind of long and I think covers a lot. We finally find out what went down between Riley and Maya and Riley and Lucas make up. But will it last?
Word Count: 3,434
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Part 5 - “ Little Miss Sunshine.”

I wake up to the worst hangover of my life. Unfortunately for me, my roommate thought it was a great idea to blast Claire De Lune at 8 o’clock in the morning. Usually, Classical music has a calming effect on me, however, when my head is pounding and I feel like I’ve swallowed a gallon of salt that is not the case.

I drag myself out of bed and in my groggy state I walk out into the living room and do my best to glare at the tiny brunette. She doesn’t notice me standing there so I clear my throat dramatically until she turns and sees me. She jumps up and pauses the music but not without relaying to me how terrible I looked.

“Bad night?” She raises an eyebrow as I join her on the sofa.

“The worst.” I slump down, using one of our throw pillows to cover my face.

When I got in last night, Izzy wasn’t home so I helped myself to our bar cart. I would’ve been surprised that she didn’t notice the amount of alcohol that was missing but then I remembered she doesn’t drink so she was none the wiser.

I didn’t even bother taking a shower or taking off my makeup when I came home. I just stripped down, got into my sweats and started chugging back everything we had. Needless to say I was afraid of looking in the mirror at my appearance this morning.

“Want to talk about it?” She asks as she gets up to make some coffee. She didn’t drink coffee either but even she could tell when someone was in desperate need of a cup. Or in my case, 20 cups.

“Not really.” I sigh, “But since we live together I kind of have to.”

“Your bad night is relevant to me, how exactly?” She returns to the sofa with a piece of Italian bread and shoves it towards my face. “Here eat this. I think I read somewhere that it helps…and even if it doesn’t it’s still delicious.” She smiles slightly but I can tell she’s nervous about what I have to tell her.

“So?” She persists, giving me her undivided attention. “What happened?”

I take a deep breath and tear into the bread. “I got fired.”

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Whenever I’ve talked about a DC/Warner Bros. movie, I’ve always jokingly prefaced it with “from the studio that brought you Jonah Hex and Catwoman…” but I wanted to find out whether that was a fair assessment, so I decided to crunch some numbers, comparing the Rotten Tomatoes score of Marvel Studios’ entire motion picture output against the last two decades of Warner Bros. movies based on DC Comics.

[Full Disclosure: I am not a statistician, nor am I any kind of expert. I’m not even 100% certain I’ve calculated the averages properly, though that’s largely down to a sort-of general distrust of my own math skills. I checked everything with a calculator, often multiple times, but there may be errors. Sorry for that.]

Marvel’s movies are limited to movies actually produced by or with involvement from Marvel Studios themselves, and so doesn’t include films like The Amazing Spider-Man or Fox’s X-Men series which were not produced by Marvel Studios. It also doesn’t include Big Hero Six, which was produced by Disney but without involvement from Marvel Studios.

I pulled the list of DC movies from Wikipedia, opting to exclude movies based on DC licenses that weren’t produced or distributed by Warner Bros. in any way. This rather generously excludes The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, which has a Rotten Tomatoes score of 17%. It would also have excluded Watchmen had 20th Century Fox actually pulled the trigger on making the movie when they had the license, but they didn’t. Whoops!

I chose to include A History of Violence, as it was produced by New Line Cinema who were merged into Warner Bros. in 2008. The film has an 87% score on Rotten Tomatoes, so that can only help WB’s case.

So. The numbers, then.

Despite a couple of critical stumbles with The Incredible Hulk and Thor: The Dark World, Marvel maintains a strong average of 81%.

Warner Bros., on the other hand, have an average score of 51% for their films released since 1996. That number drops to 44% if you exclude films based on DC imprints (Vertigo, Paradox, etc.), which critically fare a little stronger. Cast a more narrow net to films released since the formation of the MCU in 2008 and that average shifts just a little more - 49% for all DC films released since Iron-Man, 47% if you exclude the imprint-based films Watchmen and The Losers.

But maybe this is unfair. After all, Warner Bros. have been producing movies for much, munch longer than Marvel has, and this list excludes films like Superman and Tim Burton’s Batman. Films people love!

So what if we pull the numbers from as far back as Warner Bros.’ first in-house movie based on a DC Comics property? How does that look? Let’s take a look.

This list starts with the 1979 Superman and not, for example, the 1966 Batman movie starring Adam West because, according to Wikipedia at least, earlier films were not produced with the involvement of Warner Bros., and so I have opted to exclude them for the same reasons I excluded The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen earlier.

This hasn’t given the numbers the boost DC fans might have been hoping for. There’s a slight buoy thanks to the first two Superman and Batman movies, but it’s dragged down again by the low scores for Superman III and IV, as well as Supergirl - Warner Bros.’ worst-performing movie on this list - and the disappointing score for Batman Forever (which sucks for me - I actually rather like Forever). Simply put, half of the movies suck, and half don’t.

Adding these eight movies only bumps the average score up to 52%, or 47% excluding DC imprints.

What does this mean? Well, going by the numbers, Warner Bros.’ DC films are far more divisive than Marvel Studio’s output. Warner Bros. has a 1-in-2 chance of putting out a movie critics will hate, while Marvel’s has a 1-in-5 shot of pissing off critics. Mathematically speaking, Marvel is making movies that critics enjoy, and Warner Bros. is not.

There are a number of ways to interpret this data. Firstly, though the trailer for Wonder Woman looks fantastic, whether or not the film will be any good is a coin-flip. The numbers are not in WB’s favor, and while I really, really want Wonder Woman to be a great film, it’s not looking good. It looks even worse when you consider the average score of the DC Extended Universe films to date is 36%, meaning that under the current DC/WB regime Wonder Woman has a 1-in-3 chance of critical success. Gulp.

I’m sure some bugger out there is going to look at this post and see it as proof of some massive conspiracy against WB/DC, or that Marvel have somehow “bought” critics.

I don’t believe that to be the case. Remember, WB’s lowest critical scores come from films like Catwoman, Supergirl and Batman & Robin, all movies that predate the MCU by a significant amount. The scores for the three current DC Extended Universe films are bad, and point to a serious mismanagement of the DC brands within WB right now, but they’re not as bad as WB’s lowest period during the layte 90s/early 00s. The idea that there’s some kind of conspiracy also doesn’t explain the high score for The Dark Knight Rises (which was divisive even among fans of Nolan’s interpretation of the character) nor does it explain the fact that Man of Steel’s score is, mathematically speaking, not actually terrible. Man of Steel is a mediocre movie from a numbers perspective. Catwoman is objectively and statistically terrible.

Probably the best way to interpret this data, though, is this: Warner Bros. need a massive, massive course correction. What they are doing right now simply isn’t working. If you want my armchair analysis, they learned the wrong lessons from the success of The Dark Knight Trilogy and the failure of Green Lantern. They’ve also learned entirely the wrong lessons from everything Marvel have done over the last decade, and are scrambling to try to reproduce those results in as short a window as possible. They need a major, major regime change over there - Batman, Superman, the Joker, these should all be really easy characters to execute on and to make fun movies in at least the >60% range, but they’re not.

Marvel, on the other hand, has continually taken risks on characters people know next to nothing about - Iron-Man, Ant-Man, the Guardians of the Galaxy - or characters which may have perception issues among the broader public - Thor and Captain America come immediately to mind - and have knocked it out of the park with audiences and critics alike. A decade ago the general public probably couldn’t tell you Iron-Man’s real name, or the name of Thor’s hammer. Now they can. Why? Because Marvel have been very, very smart since day one.

Some additional numbers:

  • The lowest-scoring movie from either studio is Supergirl, with 7%.
  • The highest-scoring movies are The Dark Knight and Iron-Man, both tied for 94% (and both released in 2008).
  • The film most representative of Warner Bros.’ average score is Man of Steel. Its 55% score puts it closest to the studio’s 47-52% average.
  • Marvel’s most representative film is Ant-Man, whose 81% score matches Marvel’s average. Captain America: The First Avenger comes in a close second with 80%.
  • Marvel have never released more than two films a year, though that may be about to change. By contrast, Warner Bros. has that number beat - in 2005 they released five films based on DC Comics or its imprints.
  • Warner’s lowest-scoring movie, Supergirl, has an Audience Score of 26%. By contrast Marvel’s lowest-scorer, Thor: The Dark World has an Audience Score of 78%. [Edit: I wrote a follow-up post about Audience Scores here.]

That’s it! Again, I acknowledge I’m not an expert and it’s entirely possible I’ve royally screwed this all up, so I eagerly await someone else to come along and do this better. Cheers!