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Langst i thought about late at night im sorry

ok so i don’t have a lot of evidence on this considering i don’t have screenshots and i really need to binge voltron again but im making this off of pure memory so hear me out ok? im porbably looking way too deep into this lmao

I think Lance feeling like he’s a seventh wheel is completely justified. 

Alright so everyone has had that moment where you make a joke and everybody just stay silent like it isnt funny, right? Well if you think about it, Lance has those moments every time he makes a joke or tries to lighten the mood, all of the time. Nobody really laughs at his comments or even pays much attention to them in the first place, only gets glares in return.

Now clearly, Lance usually cracks a joke for comic relief, but apparently no one else finds it funny. For example, he comes out of the pod after healing and everyone is happy to see him.  But as soon as he starts talking, people just groan and act like, “Oh, it’s that Lance, he hasn’t changed one bit,” and act clearly annoyed. Even his idol, Shiro, acts fed up with his shit- which in some cases is justified, but most times, it shouldnt matter, he’s just trying to be funny lmao.  Lance probably feels, unwanted, out of place, like he is the fifth wheel because no one really accepts him, and everyone finds him annoying.

Its not even just with Lance’s sense of humor, too.

People always think his ideas are stupid.

For example, the iconic scene where he keeps Keith from running straight into the danger that could get both of them killed, he suggests his alternate idea. Keith- who usually thinks Lance’s ideas are dumb, automatically jumps to the conclusion that his idea is going to be. Before he can argue, though, he works it out and sees that maybe Lance’s alternate route is a good idea. 

People disagree with the way he wants to complete something, in season 2, Lance comes up with the idea to form Voltron in a situation and everyone vouches against it, however 30 seconds later, they end up forming Voltron, like he said, anyway. 

Another reason, people also think little of him, they underestimate him, and that all starts with the Garisson. He was told that the only reason he ever got at his fighter pilot class was because his rival was kicked out of school, and without that he shouldnt have even been there. Again, he feels out of place, and like he doesnt belong. Then, his idol, his hero, Shiro, shows up, and when he finally feels like he has a purpose, like he could accomplish something amazing, but then Keith shows up. Even then, he doesnt give up, he is like “um excUSE ME BITCH I CALLED SAVING SHIRO FIRST” And once again, he doesnt want his rival that always beat him to do that once again. 

And again in season two, there’s clearly favoritism happening between Keith and Shiro, and Lance is jealous of course. Like, he finally gets to meet and work with his idol, and when he wants to go with Shiro on a mission, SHiro chooses Keith over him. Man, I wonder why he’s so overdramatic about it. Its not like he was treated the same damn way at the gaRISSON OR ANYTHING NAHH

No, but clearly, he has an inferiority complex, especially when it comes to keith, because he knows hes better than him in every way.

People in the show also deny that he has any good skills, and even he himself starts to believe it, when sorta venting to the yupper. (i die a little inside whenever i see it)

I loved it when shiro gave him praise for once because it was specifically for him and not directed at the whole time. It was good job LANCE

And honestly the pride on his face was so heartwarming like omg thank you shiro for ackowledging him

im probably going way off track but anyway 

daily dose of what its like in my mind 24/7 lmao

I hope in season 3 they kinda bring his insecurities up again as a sort of conflict i mean- with Keith possibly becoming Black Paladin, Lance is probably gonna be hella jealous and im sure thats gonna instigate a fight between them, and now theres not really a mediator. So. Fantastic…..

Guys i feel like a lot fo stuff goes right back to shiro, how lance probably aspires to be like him, or be good in his eyes and therefore be good for the rest of the team but hes having this inferiority complex because he feels unappreciated. Like hes just that annoying guy they dont really need and they could replace him if they wanted to, and keeping all of those thoughts hidden or masked by this confident facade is like

lance youre gonna break at some point 

I hope lance gets the recognition and the acknowledgement he deserves in season 3 i swear he better not be tossed under the rug.


[TianShan Week]

Day 3: Hunger

…a need for dumplings noodles!

Wow, look at all that dialogues– It’s scattered everywhere lol ^_^; I didn’t have time to draw so many panels so I hope it’s isn’t too confusing to read!

I wasn’t supposed to spend so much time on this but I really wanted to do a good job at it– ”Look ma, cleaner lineart!” XP I have added two extra panels. I was going to skip the “dumplings” part but I thought it was pretty funny so it had to be in there! :P

I haven’t really started Day 4 at all, I’ve only just finished this now! X_x Oh man, I don’t think I can keep up at all lol– I’m feeling very tired, staying up doing these so I’m considering skipping some~ There’s not enough hours in a day… TT_TT

okay i’m only going to make this particular post once, at least for a while:

Jokes are not praxis.

When you talk about jokes as if they’re some kind of weapon for change? As if they serve a meaningful purpose when it comes to galvanizing the left or taking conservativism and fascism down a peg? You’re being foolish.

Because the Democrats had oh so many jokes over this election cycle. Jokes about Trump’s orange skin and tiny hands and pussy grabbin’ and real name being Drumpf or some stupid bullshit like that and his probably precipitously dwindling wealth. And while I’m referring to them dismissively — while some of the Jokes were just atrociously bad and repetitive and I hate to contemplate the fact that I’m going to be sitting through four more years of them at minimum — y’know what? I thought some of them were funny. I’m not saying that Jokes are bad.

But what we need to seriously consider is that Jokes are not a route to power, nor a route to sympathy. Certainly not the Jokes we’ve been focusing on.

I think I’ve said before that art, fundamentally, can inspire individuals, can make our lives worth living or help us achieve new insights… but it is not, in itself, a way to enact change. Comedy even less so than tragedy, however. Say what you will about miserable documentaries and advertisements which make a circus act of suffering for the privileged — there is still a call to action, explicit or implicit.

The Jokes that thrive, and that have thrived? They usually don’t bother. Frankly, I’m unsure about the effectiveness of even the most skillful satire — “A Modest Proposal” has endured as a literary work, but it did shit all to give the English pause and convince them to stop exploiting and abusing the Irish — but right now we aren’t even getting that from a lot of people, because satire requires analysis, satire requires cleverness, and satire requires, I think, the admission that the enemy is a bit more powerful than you would like. Why bother with that when you can simply parrot cliches and schoolyard taunts?

Again, I’m not against Jokes. Jokes can be fun. Jokes can make life a hell of a lot more bearable. But I’m fundamentally against the idea that Jokes mean anything in the grand scheme of things, because as a general rule, you get even less done with a Joke than with a single vote.

Let’s treat that as we ought to, shall we? And if we truly want the Joke to have any power whatsoever — let it be by making the biggest joke out of people who think preaching to the choir counts as “destroying” someone, who think that calling a demagogue “Drumpf” will somehow be more effective at shattering his image than calling the National Socialists “nazis” was. 

If we are to refuse to take anything seriously, then let it be the idea that “refusing to take things seriously” somehow robs them of their power rather than giving them room to sneak up on us.

(And for real, fucking shut up already about his fake tan, we get it.)


Can I just take a moment to mention that when dark is talking about it being his turn now and things. “He’s waited so long.” That since we might be chica in this ending as well. That all he wants is to spend time with the dog that mark may or may not be hogging?


or: Viktor Suffers, the fic

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Inspiration:  “you’re a celebrity who just broke up and i tweeted you a selfie with the caption “date me” as a joke but you thought i was serious?” au

It happens approximately one week after Yuuri’s disastrous performance in Sochi.

“Oh hey!” Phichit exclaims around the same time a twitter notification shows up on Yuuri’s phone. Yuuri quickly snatches it up. He has notifications set for Viktor’s tweets and only Viktor’s tweets, considering that he’s Viktor Nikiforov and Yuuri can’t help but want to know every single thing about him.

“It’s rare that you see Viktor Nikiforov tweet about his personal life! I almost thought he didn’t have one,” Phichit jokes. It’s true; Viktor usually tweets about skating, and a little about his dog. He’s nothing like Christophe Giacometti, who tweets every day about what he’s eating and the domestic bliss he shares with his husband, and definitely nothing like Phichit who’s, well, Phichit.

Yuuri taps on the notification and Viktor’s tweet shows on his screen.

Viktor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I wish I could date pretty black haired boys who dance well.

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Soooo for my animation class, I’m working on an animatic

for “Life is Looking Up” from Razia’s Shadow! This is all I have so far but I’ll definitely have more to show in the near-ish future

Someone last night messaged me about Razia’s shadow which I thought was funny considering I was just about to post new stuff for it here. weird :Y

Catch Me pt. 2

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

Part 1 / Part 2

Genre: Angst/ Fluff/ Smut

Characters: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: Not caring was part of your everyday life. Some consider you to be rude but you say that’s just how you are. Meeting a certain boy may soften your strong personality. He isn’t really your type and you definitely aren’t his either, it all kind of just happened.

A good two weeks have now gone by since the first time you saw this boy. You thought that you had been caught up in the moment and in a few days, your interest on him would go away. And you were so wrong. Since that day, you feel excited to go take Art, even if it’s early in the morning. You always sat in the same spot and so did him, admiring him from a far was now easier since you knew where he was. 

Being like this made you feel weird and frustrated with yourself. You were never the type to feel so attracted towards a guy, let alone practically swoon when you see him. But you are discrete about it, or at least you tried to be because you can’t let anyone know. You would stare at him but not for so long in case someone caught you or anything. The only ones who knew about your little crush were Nari and Sehun, and they have now devoted their spare time to continuously bother you about it. You didn’t even tell them in the first place, it was Sehun being sneaky and suspicious of you and eventually put two and two together. He then told Nari and she made you tell her. Need less to say, you were going to kill Sehun as soon as you could but was has been done, has already been done.  

It was morning, but you were already awake. You were waiting for Sehun who told you he would take some of your notes because he’s irresponsible and doesn’t pay attention in class. You would tell him it was his own fault and not share your things with him, but he was your friend after all. 

After a few minutes of waiting, the door practically flew open to revile Sehun on the other side. You were started by the sudden act and when you saw who it was, you grab the nearest thing to you (which was a pillow) and threw it at him. “Stop doing that! There’s a thing called knocking, Sehun. You almost gave me a fucking heart attack” you said with anger in you voice but he seemed unfazed and sat down on Nari’s bed. You added “What if one day, you open the door and one of us is naked of something like that?” he shrugged and said “You two are like sisters to me, it’s not like I would try anything with you” and ended with a wink. You rolled your eyes and mumbled “Of course he wouldn’t” with sarcasm.

“Shut up you two, I’m trying to sleep” Nari said while lifting her head from her pillow and rubbing her eyes. You glared at Sehun and he just looked back at you with a blank expression. You sighed and said “We were already leaving so go back to sleep Nari” and then she let her head fall back to her pillow and just like that, she fell asleep again. You stood up from your bed, grabbed your things and headed out the door with Sehun close behind you. “Wait, what about my notes?” he asked you “You are going to give them to me right?”

You then said “You know, I shouldn’t give them to you for being an ass so early in the morning” making Sehun whine to you and shake your shoulders. “Oh come on Y/N, if I fail I’m gonna blame it on you for not sharing your notes and you’re gonna have to live with the guilt” he said and you chuckled replying to him “If anything this your own fault for not paying attention in class, dumbass”. He huffed and said “Well if it wasn’t for Baekhyun being in the class, i’m sure you wouldn’t be paying attention to it either” you gasped and hit his chest hard “I swear if anyone heard you, I will make sure to personally assassinate you Oh Sehun”

You walked with Sehun around campus, waiting for it to be time for class. And when the time came, you two rushed to the class room. He was in front of you, sprinting through the crowds of people in the halls. Minutes later, you finally got to the room and entered. As you entered after Sehun, everyone’s eyes landed on the two of you. Including Baekhyun, who you made eye contact with before turning away to look at the professor. Sehun just walked himself to his usual seat while you whispered an apology and then walked back to your seat. Before you went back, you noticed Baekhyun still gazing at you, making you really nervous. But once you sat down and looked at his direction, he was no longer looking at you.

Today the professor had announced he had an special assignment for all of you. The assignment would be based on showing what art means to you or what you consider to be art. He gave us the liberty to choose the way we wanted to do it and the most creative work would have the highest score. Also, it was going to be in pairs. As soon as he said that, you prayed to God you’re paired with Sehun. But the probability that you two were doing the assignment was pretty low since the professor knew you two were friends.

He then started saying the list of pairs he had already made for the class. You wouldn’t be so upset if you were set with someone else, but you preferred to do it with someone you knew. “Sehun and Chinhae” the he annouced and continued naming other pairs. Now you were anxious to know who you were going to work with. And just right then you heard your name being called “Y/N and Baekhyun”

Oh no. Not him. Of all people it had to be him. You gazed to his direction and he was already looking back at you with a small smile. You didn’t know what to do so you just looked away in fear flushing in public. Sehun looked at you with a sly smirk and said “Oh, just look at your face. You almost look like a tomato” and then you glared at him “Shut up will you!” annoyed at him, once again. He laughed and said to you “I just find it so fascinating that in one minute you’re cursing me out or something like that and another minute you are acting like a little school girl with a crush" and you didn’t have a comeback for that because he was right after all. 

After putting everyone in pairs, the professor said that we had a week to come up with this assignment and hand it in. Then he dismissed the class and everyone started going out the class room. You grabbed your stuff and looked around, almost everyone was gone except for Baekhyun who was standing in front of his seat, probably waiting for you. You took a deep breath and began walking his way. You were a bit nervous since you have never really talked to him or interacted with him in any way and he was also very attractive to you. But whatever, the worst case scenario would be that you embarrass yourself in front of him and that’s it.

His back was facing your way so when you got close enough to him, you lightly tapped him shoulder. He turned around and greeted you with a warm smile. Oh god, you thought, I don’t know how i’m gonna survive this. His smile was absolutely perfect, and now that you could see his features up close, you notice his skin was very glowing and clear. Oh god, you thought, I don’t know how i’m going to survive this. He took out his hand for you you shake and said “Nice to meet you, I’m Byun Baekhyun!” you shook his hand and replied “It’s nice to meet you too, I’m Y/N”

He grabbed his things and looked down at his watch. His eyes widened and he started searching for something on his bag. You were slightly confused and said to him “Um, it’s everything okay?” making him look up at you and give you an apologetic grin. “I have to get to my next class soon, but here you go” he said as he wrote something in a piece of paper he took out and placed it in your hand. He continued “It’s my number so we can talk about the assignment and all of that. I’m sorry I couldn’t have a proper conversation with you just now but I really have to go. Have a good day!” and with that he left the class room.

Well that was something…, you thought and began to walk out only to see Sehun standing in the door frame. “He sure seems to be occupied” he said and you nodded. He did seem like a responsible student, nothing like you or Sehun. And also very nice, in the way he talked to you and just the smooth tone of his voice gave you good vibes. 

The day went on and at one point you decided to text Baekhyun, using the excuse of your assignment to talk with him again. You sent a simple “hi, it’s y/n” and in a few seconds later he responded saying hi. You both then agreed to meet in lunch time and chat about the work and what exactly were you to going to do.

A/N: Uhhhh, what will happen in said lunch? I know this one was a bit short but the next part will be mooore interesting and it’ll spice things up in the story, pinky promise. Any questions you have, feel free to pass by my blog and message me or whatever you prefer! *waves goodbye*

anonymous asked:


this isn’t short oops i went overboard

  • how did this boy even make it into college
  • no rly. how
  • he did all his apps n stuff the day they were due and was still accepted into his top 3 can u even believe
  • currently dorming with minghao, who legit put a line of down the middle room and said “pass this line and i’ll shave one of your eyebrows off.”
  • mingyu thought he was joking. had to change his hairstyle to cover his missing eyebrow until it grew back (dw minghao took the tape down after bc he felt bad)
  • avid fan of partying…… gets invited to a lot of parties n while minghao is like “do u really have the time to party considering your grades?” mingyu is like “i always have time to party. n also ur coming with me just in case i get drunk as hell”
  • minghao just rolls with it bc he finds wasted!mingyu pretty funny. but minghao is a good person that keeps mingyu from doing stupid stuff whatta guy
  • anyways he’s at a party. and he’s wasted. minghao is trying his best to keep a watchful eye on him but he runs into his friend jun and gets sidetracked in a conversation. by the time he’s done talking he looks back and mingyu is g o n e
  • while minghao is panicking, mingyu is just sitting on the floor in the restroom upstairs bc he accidentally locked himself in and this boy is too sh*tfaced to figure out how to unlock it
  • and here’s the thing, ur at this party bc your friend dragged you along even tho you aren’t a party person
  • you didn’t want to ruin the fun so you just awkwardly stood in the corner of the room waiting for them to be ready 2 go home. unfortunately your friend is quite the Party Person.
  • after someone tries to yike with you, you were like “hell no.” and decided to lock yourself in the restroom until your friend was done doing whatever they were doing.
  • you make it upstairs and you twist the doorknob, n it twists but you can’t open it?? the host of the party walks by n they’re like “oh yeah it gets jammed sometimes you just gotta kick it a lil”
  • so you do that. n you hear a really loud *thud*
  • the door was jammed, but there was also someone leaning on it. you open the door all the way to see this guy just on the floor, perfectly still
  • you’re freaking out like “sh*t sh*t SH*T is he dead???? what do i do hfjdks”
  • but you see his eyes flutter open n he lifts his head off the ground a little to look at you and you’re like “oh thank god”
  • he slowly gets off the ground and walks towards you and you’re like “are you okay?? i didn’t mean to intrude, i just wanted to use the –”
  • and then you jUMP bc this random (but incredibly handsome) stranger puts his two hands on your shoulder and brings his pretty face close to yours
  • and its like you can smell how drunk he is and he’s like “omg…. u saved me i thought i was gonna d i e in here”
  • and you’re just standing there, frozen + flustered, n you’re like “it’s no problem,,, can i use the restroom now,,,”
  • but this boy is drunk n his face is slowly getting closer to yours n you’re panicking and suddenly someone pushes you aside and SMACKS the drunk boy in the face
  • and then he proceeds to turn around and give you this angelic smile like “sorry for my stupid friend! we’ll be going now!” and he drags mingyu away by the collar while muttering stuff in another language under his breath. (as he walks by u do hear him subtly say “i didn’t come all the way here from china to babysit a 19 yr old” lmfao)
  • and you’re standing there like. well. that was something.
  • the next morning mingyu’s at work (the campus coffee shop) with a pounding headache n minghao’s “i told you so” ringing in his ears
  • the party to him is kind of just a blur, and the only thing he remembers is that he was about to kiss?? someone cute???
  • anyways you had to stay up all night waiting for your friend to get tired out, so you decided to buy a cup of coffee on your way to class
  • the second you enter the cafe, the cashier greets you n when you look up to see them you almost drop all your books
  • it’s the same guy from last night. lowkey you’re like “… impossible” but his nametag reads “Mingyu” and you’re like “goddamnit it is him”
  • but he doesn’t seem to recognize you?? and it’s kind of a given considering how wasted he was lmfao
  • while mingyu takes your order, he’s doing occasional glances from the cup and your face and he’s like “huh…. they’re really… cute”
  • after he makes your drink he calls out your name and you approach the counter to take the drink from him and he’s like “sorry, but have we met before?? you seem really familiar”
  • part of you wants to say no but you straight up just say “…….. you got locked in the bathroom at the party yesterday and i let you out. you almost kissed me before your friend hit you in the face.”
  • and suddenly the blurry filter that covered the mystery face was gone and mingyu is like “oh……………………… sh*t”
  • next thing you know he’s spitting out apology after apology and he even offers to pay for your drinks for the next month and you’re like “chill you were drunk it’s fine” but he’s not “chill” in the slightest
  • watching him get all flustered and embarrassed is .. kind of cute.. bc he has this light tinge of pink on his face and you’re like.. ok he is handsome i have to admit that
  • you clearly have the upper hand in this situation + you’re already feelin kind of bold :^) so you ask for his sharpie and tell him to hold out his arm
  • mingyu thinks you’re going to write something like “i’m a drunk idiot” across his arm or something but his face goes from ….. to ???? when your write your number
  • you hand him his sharpie back and you’re like “take me on a date instead. i’ll let you kiss me then if it goes well.”
  • and then you leave and mingyu almost has an aneurysm the end
The real struggle of being an Italian Fangirl

Here in Italy we don’t translate the verb “to ship”, but we just conjugate it, following the rules of the Italian Grammar. So, the basilar form, namely the Infinite, is “shippare”. Now, in the Italian vocabulary, we have also another verb, which is “scippare”, and it is pronounced in the same way as “to ship”. The funny thing is that “scippare” is literally the act of pick-pocketing someone.

Then, if you have ever feel weird, because people have thought that you were a constructor of boats or something, just think about us. If I say “I ship Stucky” to a non-fandom person he will never realize that I’m talking about the relationship StevexBucky, but he will immediately think that I’ve just robbed a poor English man called Stucky.

We’re not just considered crazy by non-fangirls, we’re considered criminals.


The kkk represent evil and racism against mostly black people. That black people struggle for hundreds of years to be consider equal. Martin Luther King, Marcus Garvey, malcom X didn’t go through the racist struggle all in vain for us. Black people had to struggle and fight to be seen as human and not property! The kkk did despicable things! Black people were burned and hung from trees, had bombed and killed innocent children just cause of the color of skin! She is old enough to know the difference from right and wrong and she knew what she was doing was not nice at all and to think she thought it was funny, a joke then that makes it even more distasteful! 

Imagine Peter Keeps Trying To Flirt With You

Originally posted by alphalewolf

There She Is

Requested By httpstarlords

Summary: You’re shy and used to minding your own business- and then Peter Quill starts to take an interest in you, and you feel pressured to break free of your very tight shell. 

Warnings: none– there may be some language.

A/N: This one took me a little while to complete, considering that I’ve been at my sisters apartment. Also, this was really funny to listen to when I accidentally did that thing on Pages where you can have the robot read it to you. Just thought you should know. Just cuz.

Peter Quill was the type of man to get what he wanted, so you ignoring and scurrying away from his little comments seemed to only draw him in. You weren’t sure if it was because he was just curious as to why you had turned him down, or if he had just wanted to bother you. Either way, you were very uncomfortable.
It’s not like he makes you feel that way- you just always have, around people in general. You were shy and anxious, used to keeping to the shadows and watching beautiful people like him score with other beautiful people like that Gamora girl.
You sat on a messy old chair in Knowhere, frantically bouncing your knee and biting your lip. There were a lot of people around- and your friend had left you to go off and make some deal with someone who may or may not want to kill her.
It was then when you saw Peter staring at you from a distance- you had visited Knowhere many times before, and he always seemed to know where to find you. You curled up on yourself, trying to become as small as possible. But it was too late, the damage was done. He was approaching you- you, all alone, with no one but yourself to help you through this. Your heart was already racing.
“Funny running into you here, again,” he said, pulling up a chair besides you. You looked down, glancing up at him momentarily as he grew silent. You really just wanted to go home. “You know I’m not gonna stop.”
You jumped at his suddenly serious tone, looking up at him. “Stop what?”
He smirked, leaning against the back of the chair and folding his hands together on his stomach, “trying to get you to go out with me. Come on, one date?”
You squirmed, completely sure that his definition of date was different than yours. You looked down again, sighing. You wished you had the guts to tell him to go away, or, at the very least, that you didn’t want just a fling. You wanted something- something- you wanted something. You weren’t entirely sure what that was, but really, who ever does?
“Alright, fine, have it your way,” he said, biting on his lower lip, “just wondering, is there a reason you’re always so quiet?”
You clamped your lips shut, using your hair to create a curtain between the both of you. You hoped your friend wouldn’t end up dead, because, god, you really needed her.
Peter reached over gently, pushing the curtain of hair behind your ear, leaving his hand on your head for longer than what you deemed sociably acceptable. You shifted in your seat, clenching your jaw and sitting on your hands.
“Are you scared of something?” he asked, scooting closer to you, “scared of me?
You rolled your eyes, glancing up at him again. The smirk on his face made you surprisingly angry, and you huffed, turning away quickly. You would stand up and walk away had your friend been very clear that if you weren’t there when she got back, she’d be leaving without you.
“Come on, tell me something.” Peter begged, sticking out his lower lip, “your name? Where you’re from?”
You weighed your options in your head: ignore him until he goes away, or maybe just humor him. You picked the latter, hoping that your voice didn’t shake as you spoke. “I’m Y/n-“ you said, but stopped once you realized how unstable you sounded. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, holding your breath, nearly devastated.
He chuckled, tilting his head and staring at you with tired eyes, “I’ll take it you’re not from around here, then. But I see you’re here a lot. There a reason for that?”
You pressed your lips into a straight line, focusing your attention on your feet. A wave of insecurity washed over you, making you bite you’re lip a little too hard. You tasted the sweet blood in your mouth, wincing as the embarrassment overcame you.
His smile faded, and watched you curiously, leaning in as you shuddered. “Hey, Y/n? You alright-“
You caught a glimpse of your friend walking towards you in the corner of your eye and stood, hurrying over to her, nearly tripping over yourself the entire time. By the time you reached her, your eyes were bathed in tears, and your breathing was rapid and unsteady.
“What’s going on?” she asked, looking around.
You shook your head, “I don’t know what to say- he just came up-“
“Who did?” she asked, calmly reaching her hand behind her coat, to the gun she had concealed.
“That Peter guy!” you whisper-yelled, calming down only slightly.
She stared at you for a long moment, and then bursted out laughing, her hands falling to her knees. You cringed, shrinking in on yourself. “Him? Why don’t you just say yes already! I’ll bet there are girls and guys lined up to be with him!”
You looked to the floor as if you were getting scolded by a parent, slowly moving your foot back and forth, “I was trying to talk, really I was. But I couldn’t. I’m too-“
She sighed, reaching an arm out and draping it over your shoulder, “it’s okay. You’ll be able to say something eventually. We’ll be back, anyway- stupid guy wasn’t even here.”
You groaned, “great.”


The next day you tried your best to hide, but that doesn’t really work when the person you’re hiding from is Starlord.
You bit your lip anxiously as he parted from his pet raccoon and made his way over to you, a determined set to his eyes, and a smirk on his lips.
No, no, no, no, no, please…” you whispered, turning away and hurrying in the other direction. Maybe he’d take the hint. Maybe he’d walk a different way.
You made your way out to a little balcony like thing, standing with your back towards the archway, watching the stars. The twinkling lights sprinkled amongst the backdrop of black always calmed you; perhaps someday you’d shine as much as they do.
“So close,” said a voice from behind you, rapidly approaching, “but you can’t escape a legendary outlaw.”
You sighed, turning slowly towards him, trying to hide the dark blush that spread across your cheeks. “H- hi-“ you struggled.
He smiled, stopping in front of you and leaning down slightly, tilting his head. “Now tell me, what’s a pretty girl like you so afraid of?”
You paled, taking in deep breaths and staring down. You felt his fingers fold around your chin, forcing your gaze upwards and into his eyes. You forgot about your breathing, about your shaking, about control. You gave up these things for the well-known but always agonizing panic that claimed ownership of your mind.
He seemed to notice, his flirty stature dying away, his hands falling, “really, Y/n. God, I hope thats your name. It’d be pretty bad if it isn’t.”
You felt yourself smile a little bit, glancing up at him. You nodded, “it is…”
He smiled a little, “so how about it? How about I show you my ship- it’s pretty sweet.”
You shuddered, unsure of how that situation would really go, because while you were very conservative, you didn’t have the best sense of self-control. And you’d hate to live through the embarrassment of that. And you had a valid excuse- you were probably about to be called to go save your friends ass.
“I-“ he began, just as the little phone in your pocket started buzzing. You clicked it off, looking up and sighing at him.
“Gotta run,” you whispered, your voice cracking, and took off in the direction of your friend. You heard him following you, to see where you were off to, and decided to let him. Maybe he’d get shot- and then you really would never need to worry about him again.
You saw your friend holding her hands up in surrender, three big guys coming in on her. You sighed, Quill coming up behind you and whistling. You pulled out the guns you had hidden on both sides of your belt, moving quickly to your friends side.
“Alright,” she said, “I suggest you let me go, or get your heads blown off by the best shot in the galaxy!”
You paled at the exaggeration, but held your strong stance as they continued advancing. You charged up the lasers, clenching your jaw and listening for Peter behind you. You could feel his eyes boring holes into your back, but you kept staring forward, avoiding eye contact with the giants.
“Fine, then! Have it your way!” she shouted, drawing a crowd. “Fire!
You finished charging up the lasers with a satisfying buzz, shooting one guy as the others began to scramble. You avoided a shot with a roll in one direction, landing on one knee and firing towards the source of the laser. You found the other guy standing firm with a giant gun trained on you, and took a deep breath as you charged up your phasers one final time.
And then something happened- Peter jumped in front of you, a strange mask covering his face, guns blazing. The man fell down within a few hits, his gun hitting the floor with a very loud bang. It was almost comical.
“Ah,” your friend said, squeezing your shoulder, “those weren’t event the guys I needed.”
You sighed, tucking your weapons away and glancing at her, “nice.” You turned to walk away, your fists clenching and unclenching. You heard Peter following you again.
“Hey!” he said, hurrying to your side, “that was amazing- what are you, some kind of ninja or assassin or something?”
You bit your lip, turning to look at him, “no.”
He stared down at you, raising his eyebrows and nodding. “Oh- okay- so, about coming along with me-“
You shook your head, hurrying up onto your friends ship, closing the door behind you and sinking to the ground. You wanted to say yes. But you were too afraid.
Sure, take a few lives, no problem. Save your best friend, no problem. Say yes to a date with the guy who was easily the hottest in the universe- don’t even try.


You stayed on the ship for longer than you had to the next day. Your friend had dragged you out of bed, saying that today was probably the last day you’d be stuck here, getting chased around by Peter.
“I wanna say yes, but-”
She groaned, pulling you up and out of bed angrily, “then just say yes! So you’re a little quiet when he takes you out, but you’ll get used to him eventually!”
You shifted uncomfortably, sighing, “I wish it were that easy, but every time I look at him, I can’t breathe, and I get so nervous I start to shake and sweat and run and-“
She laughed, shaking you by the shoulders, “because you like him, you idiot! So go out there today, and when he finds you, because he will find you, just go with him to the ship!”
You bit your lip, nodding shamefully, “okay, I guess…”
So you sat in wait for two hours, watching people pass by, losing your confidence by the second. Then finally, in the corner of your eye, you saw that red jacket, and jumped up. You didn’t want to approach him, but you weren’t sure he noticed you there. You decided you’d walk past; maybe he’d try and get your attention. You stuffed your hands in your pockets, putting your head down, and trying your best to blend in with the crowd while still being visible to him.
Come on, Star-idiot.” you whispered, furrowing your eyebrows. You weren’t entirely sure where you were going, just that you were going to keep walking straight until you ran into something or got beat up by a gang of intergalactic thugs.
“Hey! Y/n!” he yelled, and you sighed, stopping short just as you neared a suspicious looking group of men and women.
You turned on your heel, trying to smile. “Yes?” you asked lightly, almost inaudibly.
“I’ve been looking for you- about yesterday- wow.” he said, shaking his head and laughing, “I wouldn’t’ve pegged you as that kind of girl.”
You shrugged, someone bumping into you and pushing you forward. You struggled to get your hands out of your pockets, landing hard against Peter’s chest. You winced, hurrying to back away, “sorry, sorry, I-“
He smiled, reaching out and holding onto you as you tried to steady yourself, “I think thats the most I’ve ever heard your voice before. Do it again.”
You sighed, wishing he would just ask you out already. You were dreading saying yes and following him back to his ship. “I don’t… know what to say?”
He smiled wider, winking at you, “there she is.”
You bit your lip, turning your eyes away from his face.
“Come on,” he said, and you sighed in relief, “let me show you my ship. Please.”
You nodded, reaching a hand out to grab his arm so you wouldn’t get separated in the sudden rush around you. Halfway there, a man resembling one of the ones from the previous day came out of nowhere, hurrying towards you and pushing you away from Peter.
“Hey!” he shouted, hurrying after you.
The mans hands were wrapped firmly around your neck, pushing you back further still, until you were out of the crowd of people. “Let- me- go-” you choked, pulling down on his thumbs, struggling to keep your feet under you.
He growled, tightening his grip. And then, all of a sudden, a hand appeared on his beefy shoulder, spinning him around and punching him.
“Peter!” you shrieked, backing away to catch your breath. You reached under your jacket to get your gun, but quickly stopped as the man stalked away, grumbling about something in a different language.
Peter smiled, offering you his arm again, “now we have a real reason to get back to my ship. Let’s clean you up a little, yeah?”
You blushed, wrapping one hand around his bicep while the other wiped at the blood gathered by your lips. “Okay.”


The ship was a decent size- had a little ladder for different levels, a nice control pannel, decent sitting, though it was kind of a mess.
“This baby has been with me through thick and thin,” he said happily, patting the wall. You smiled, looking around with wide eyes.
“It’s kind of messy…” you said gently, trailing your fingers along different drawers.
He smiled, “yeah, and if I had a-“
“Well look who Peter finally brought home.” someone said, and when you turned to look around you were surprised to see no one there. “Down here, kid.”
You blushed, looking down at the small raccoon.
“Rocket- man- come on-“ Peter tried, sighing and rolling his eyes.
Rocket held up a hand- or… paw- and winked at you, “I thought you’d never do it, Quill. Congratulations.”
You clenched your jaw, trying to steady your breathing. “Wh.. what?
Rocket nodded to you, “looks like Groot won that pool.”
Peter’s expression sunk, and he shook his head, “Rocket, go.”
You shook your head angrily, tears welling up in your eyes. So it was a game. You pushed past Peter and Rocket, making your way outside and back into the crowds. Hurt spread through you, even though you knew you had hardly any reason to be upset at all. You barely knew him- so why did get yourself so worked up about it?
You hadn’t realized that you stopped walking once you reached the outside of the ship, just standing there and staring into the crowd mindlessly.
Peter followed after you, turning you towards him and staring into your eyes angrily, “nothing he said was true, and if it was, I had no part in it. Any of it.”
Your lips fell agape, and you wanted so desperately to turn and run away. You looked at him, feeling as though there was steam coming from your ears. “This is what I was afraid of!” you yelled, overcome with anger.
He raised his eyebrows, taken aback by your sudden unexpected outburst. “Hey- hey-“ he reached out to you, raising one hand in surrender.
“Don’t touch me!” you cried, slapping his hand away, “you should’ve just left me alone!” You turned to move away, your eyes stinging. You were beginning to make a scene.
He sighed, following after you, “come on, give me one more chance. One more.”
You turned back to him, wiping your cheeks with the backs of your hands, “for what? I barely gave you a first chance and you messed it up!”
“I didn’t mess it up! It was them- them!
You let out a quiet sob, looking back down to the ground. “Yeah,” you said in a whisper.
He frowned, placing his fingers under your chin and lifting your head up, locking his eyes with yours, “what they did- that’s not me. Well, not in situations like these… Listen, I like you, Y/n, I really do. And seeing you sitting there, alone, I don’t know, something came over me, and I just… It was like I-“
You laughed a little, seeing as he tried to come up with a corny way to explain himself. “Okay,” you said, staring up at him, placing one hand on his chest, “I guess I could… give you another chance…”
He smiled, “re- really?”
You nodded, and stood on your toes, placing a gentle kiss to his lips before turning back to his ship, “well, come on, then. Show me around?” Your voice was still low, but you were getting better at forcing the words out now.
“Yeah-“ he said, “yeah! Come on.” He locked his hand with yours- warm, calloused, him. You smiled.
Peter Quill was the type of man to get what he wanted, but apparently, he didn’t get everything handed to him on a silver platter.
At least, that’s not how he got you.
a list of summer-themed AUs for you to consider
  • “i’m at the beach and some kids thought it was funny to bury me in the sand when i dozed off can you please dig me out” au
  • “it’s unbearably hot and we’re both fighting over the last handheld electrical fan at the shop at the amusement park” au
  • “hey i just met you, and this is crazy, but i get sunburned really easily so can you please help me put sunscreen on my back?” au
  • “i’m alone at the open-air bath and you noticed and scared off someone who tried to steal my bag while i was in the pool, how do i demonstrate my undying gratitude to you” au
  • “thunderstorm after a menacing heatwave and we’re both getting weird looks for dancing in the rain” au
  • “i have no idea who you are but you just fainted right in front of me holy shit dude you need to drink more in this heat” au
  • “we both chased after the leaving ice cream van like ten-year-olds and now we’re both out of breath and a bit embarrassed” au
  • “i clearly reserved this deck chair by putting a towel on it why on earth are you lying on it who the fuck do you think you are” au
  • “everyone else is on vacation and we’re both stuck in our boring home town wanna hang out and mope about it together?” au
  • “i accidentally crashed your campfire party at the lake when i just wanted to go for a swim but you were really great about it and invited me” au
  • “i lost my swimming trunks while performing the world’s greatest ever cannonball dive and now i can’t find them at the bottom of the lake and i’m stuck in the water PLEASE HELP ME” au
  • “i don’t know you but you fell asleep in the sun next to me without putting sunscreen on and you’re slowly but surely turning an alarming shade of lobster red, i guess i better wake you up” au
  • “some asshole left their dog in the car in the blistering heat and we both noticed and are debating on what to do” au
  • “i just dove into the water right next to you without thinking much about it and didn’t realise you were skinny-dipping holy shit this is awkward” au
  • “we’ve been running into each other in the graveyard while watering the flowers all summer i guess it’s time i introduce myself” au
  • “hey neighbour, i bought loads of stuff for this barbecue but all my friends canceled on me, wanna come over and eat with me” au
  • “you’ve been camping in a crappy tent next to my really comfortable caravan/motor home and it’s been raining cats and dogs for ages, do you want to come in and have a hot cocoa to warm up?” au

Seeing a lot of Shel Silverstein discourse lately, and it’s thrown me through a loop. Of course, it makes total sense that mocking Silverstein’s facial features should be considered anti-Semitic. But I’d always thought growing up that the giant photos of himself he put on the backs of his books was kind of a running gag? Like, the photos being totally unmarked and kind of unflattering was supposed to be funny? It occurs to me that I have literally no evidence for this; it’s just something I assumed as a kid. I liked that you could flip over The Giving Tree or A Light on in the Attic and there would be this dude’s nearly-life-size face staring back at you with no explanation.

Evening Rant On: Onision

So, Onision. Where do I even begin with this man?

Okay. So. Alright. I don’t even know what to say. A YouTuber (whom I will link to at the end of this rant) has done a great job covering Onision and his antics, so I’ll just express some things about Onision very briefly.

Firstly, I was fan of Onision until recently. Why? I enjoyed his content, thought he was funny, and genuinely believed that he was a good person who seemed hella interesting. But after the recent events that have taken place in his personal and public life I’ve decided to no longer consider myself a fan of him.

If any fans of Onision are reading this I receommend keeping an open mind about this rant and what I’m about to say.

I realized how bad of a person Onision is after watching many videos about Onision by a specific YouTube Channel. Now, of course I looked at other channels but they pretty much said the same things about him and some videos made it hard for me to take them seriously due to the amount of insults being thrown at Greg.

After watching this specific series of videos I came to the conclusion that Onision had lierally brainwashed me into believing that he was “honest”.

Now, if you didn’t know, Onision brands himself as “the most honest person on YouTube” despite being the opposite. If anything I’d call him “the most disrespectful person on the internet”.  My reasoning behind this would be:

1. The disrespect toward people with mental illnesses, cutters, insecure people, etc. If you watch Onision’s videos on a daily you know that he’s made multiple videos of young girls in their underwear, rating them and telling them whether or not her thinks they should lose or gain weight, are pretty, etc. There have been multiple girls that he has called terrible names and has even said that one of them has a “shrek body”. Then he labels it as body positivity and shows tweets of many girls who have been “helped” by his words. Now, as many people would point out, she asked him for his opinion. But why? Because she wants his approval due to her idolizing him as this large honest amazing YouTuber. And he just straight up said that she had a shrek body, which, no doubt must’ve caused some disappointment. 

2. He picks fights with whoever doesn’t have the same opinion as him. Onision also labels this as pointing out facts or telling the truth. However telling the truth and literally bullying people on the internet are two different things. Unfortunately Onision doesn’t realize this. Some people he’s recently BULLIED AND HARRASSED ONLINE are: Billie, Trisha Paytas, Eugenia Cooney, Blaire White, and there are more. His fans can defend him all they want by saying that these people wronged him first, but even if they did, does that give him the right to bully people online and have his fans go after them? He claims that he uses facts and spits the truth, but so far all I’ve seen him spit is hatred and unpleasant jokes.

3. I’LL DO ANYTHING FOR THE VIEWS! LOOK MA! Onision has said himself that he’ll do anything for views. He’s claimed that if something gets him a large viewership then he’ll continue to do that thing. From a buisness perspective this is smart; I’m not even gonna lie. But how far is he willing to go for that sweet YouTube Ad revenue? Evidently, very far. He’s recently begun making videos on Eugenia Cooney again (bullying and body shaming her) and says that he “cares about her” and that because the videos he’s made on her in the past have gotten many views and likes, he’ll contine talking about her and her weight. Now, wanting to help her or bring awareness to the fact that she seems to be *ahem* no offense to Eugenia *cough* EXTREMELY skinny, is fine, but body shaming her, disliking her videos, sending her hate, and bullying her doesn’t help her in any way. If she already has an eating disorder you’d simply make it worse. But he doesn’t REALLY care about Eugenia. He only cares about whether or not he gets tons of views and likes and subscribers and attention because of how self-righteous he is. People need to open their eyes and see that Onision isn’t as nice as he claims to be and realize that what he does and says actually does more harm than good.

4. He’s fake and he knows it. The final and most important thing I’d like to point out is that he’s fake. He’s a liar. He’s manipulative. And he can’t understand that. He has a cycle of doing something wrong, apologizing, doing something positive, and then going back to doing something terribly wrong, or worse.  When he apologizes I don’t believe he’s genuine anymore.He just wants to be made out to be the good guy in the public eye. He does the same things over and over again without a care in the world and without trying to improve himself. *sigh* 

So, that was my own little rant on Onision and why I no longer enjoy his face being on my laptop screen. The YouTube channel that I’d referred to in the beginning was Joy Sparkle BS and her channel is here

 –> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCObCOwqrwbBKVwL_VivgYUQ

Minnie Mouse

Request: 95 with barry allen

95. “What are you wearing?”

To say you were excited for Halloween is an understatement. You were excited for the pumpkin patches and the mini carnivals that would be held all around Central City. You were currently shopping for a Halloween costume. You didn’t know what you wanted to be, even though Halloween was just around the corner. Barry wasn’t really one for Halloween but you always forced him to dress up anyway so you thought you might as well bring him along.

You were currently in the section of the Halloween store that had the “funny” costumes in it, but considering you went as something funny last year, (you wore one of those inflatable sumo restler things) you wanted to be something different. Maybe this year you’ll actually go for something scary. You moved onto the section with blood and masks and makeup kits. As you were browsing the various masks you decided that non of them were for you.

“Hey Barry-” He wasn’t behind you anymore. Somehow you had lost Barry in this small maze of a store.

So much for help, you thought.

You didn’t go looking for him, diciding that your costume was much too important right now. You kept browsing and browsing but nothing interested you. You moved onto the dreaded women’s section. There wasn’t anything particularly wrong with the fact that it was the women’s section, more of the fact that all the costumes were always supposed to be “sexy”. You weren’t going to lie, a lot of them were, but you honestly just wanted a costume that would cover all of your cleavage and not be super short at the same time without having to go to the teens section.

You started to look for Barry to tell him that you guys were going to another store because this one just wasn’t working for you only to find him wearing a Mickey Mouse suit, and not the kind that’s a shirt and pants, but the kind wear it looks like a mascot.

“What are you wearing?” You asked.

“A Mickey Mouse costume.” Barry answered.

“Yeah but why?”

“Because I was hoping that you’d be Minnie.”

“Isn’t that like a couples costume though?”

“Well… Yeah… You see I was kinda hoping that… Well that maybe… Will you go on a date with me, Y/N?”

“Bartholomew Henry Allen you are most positively the cheesiest person I know.”

“So is that a yes?” Needless to say, you went as Minnie Mouse that year.

Dialogue Prompts

1) “Please … Don’t lie to me.” 

2) “I thought we were more than this.” “You thought wrong.” 

3) “I’m here to protect you, always.” 

4) “I’m so sorry for your loss.” “Funny, seeing as it’s your fault.” 

5) “What happened to you two? You were like the dream couple, the ideal relationship, what changed?” 

6) “Stop it, this isn’t how it works! You don’t just wake up one day and not love someone!” “Have you considered that maybe I never loved you?” 

7) “You see that constellation? It was mom’s favorite.” 

8) “Stop this, you aren’t this person, this isn’t you.” “Oh stop acting like you know me.” 

9) “Stay here, don’t say a word, don’t make a sound, don’t let them see you. I’ll be back soon.” 

10) “I didn’t come to make amends, I don’t want to fix things with any of you. But I can’t stay on their side, which doesn’t mean I’m on yours, not entirely. But you’re the better option.” 

11) “I’m so sorry.” “What are you apologizing for?” “What I’m about to do.” 

12) “I can’t stay, I’m sorry.” 

13) “I went to visit him earlier.” “What did he say?” “Nothing. He never says anything though, so no surprise there.” 

14) “You came back.” “No.” 

15) “So, five years? What’s changed.” “What hasn’t?” 

16) “I heard what happened.” “Leave me alone.” 

17) “So this is it?” “This is it.” 

18) “Goodbye.” “Don’t say that, it makes it sound like you’re never coming back.” 

19) “Leave me be.” “You know I can’t do that.” 

20) “I think … I think I love her.” 

Imagine for ANON #3

Pietro x Reader

A/N : This took forever and I am sorry, my blog was on hiatus for a bit.







(Y/N) sighs in desperation at her ignored attempts to get her boyfriend, Pietro Maximoff, to pay attention to her.

Ever since Tony had Netflix installed on every TV, Pietro had become the ultimate binge watcher, only leaving the couch for needed necessities. (Y/N) thought it was funny at first, how engrossed he was in it, but now it’s just ridiculous considering he is so involved that he can’t even hear his own girlfriend’s voice.

(Y/N) crosses her arms before slowly making her way to Pietro’s side of the couch.

She clears her throat which strikes no reaction from Pietro.

She tries once more, even going far enough to stand in front of the TV.

Pietro simply moves his head to the side to look around the angry and attention deprived (Y/N).

Deciding she has had enough, (Y/N) plops herself down firmly in his lap, enticing a surprised grunt from his lips. (Y/N) moves her own lips to his jaw, placing kisses everywhere from his face to his chest, laughing to herself when she feels Pietro tense up.

By the time (Y/N) makes her way to Pietro torso, she looks up to see a flustered Pietro getting ready to wrap his arm around her.

Before he could make his move, (Y/N) swiftly moves from her place on his lap and goes to walk toward the door, leaving Pietro a confused mess.

“Where the hell are you going?”

“I forgot Tony and Bruce wanted me in the lab for some tests, sorry.”

(Y/N) takes off into a run as she sees Pietro quickly get off the couch.