little curly

Little lump of a boy.

It was a Sunday. The Marauders were loitering about Hogwarts as per usual. James delivering yet another stellar punch-line to an ‘only funny if your Sirius Black’ joke.

The group was quiet for a moment as three of the Marauders turned to face their fourth. It might of been exciting if it weren’t so unexpected.

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taeil's curly hair is the best thing that's ever happened to this awful world

DO not fight me on this !!!!!

The Outsiders + Rock and Riot
  • Dallas: I don't want to lie anymore.
  • Darry: Dally--
  • Soda: Lie about what?
  • Dallas: *sighs* It's Johnny. I've been dating Johnny.
  • Everyone: ...
  • Everyone: JOHNNY??!!!!
  • Cherry: *leaps up* Dally's not the only one!
  • Ponyboy: *gasps* /You're/ dating Johnny, too?
  • Cherry: What? No-- I...
  • Cherry: *sighs* Marcia's always been my best friend, but now I love her.
  • Marcia: *leaps up and hugs Cherry*
  • Steve: Wait a minute...
  • Steve: *counting on his fingers* Dally and Johnny...Cherry and Marcia? You mean...
  • Steve: O_O I'VE BEEN KEEPING MY RELATIONSHIP WITH SODAPOP A SECRET THIS WHOLE TIME FOR NOTHING???
  • Soda: <3 <3 <3 Babe--
  • Ponyboy: *uncontrollably sobbing* I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE!
  • Two-Bit: Wait, /you/ have a boyfriend?
  • Ponyboy: Yeah...he's Tim Shepard's little brother, Curly.
  • Darry: *throws hands up in the air* Now wait a gosh-darned second!!!
  • Everyone: ...
  • Darry: Is there /anybody/ else who'se going to come out?
  • Everyone: ...
  • Two-Bit: *raises hand* I don't like anyone!
The Upside of Falling Down

Originally posted by captain-pizzamaster

Warnings: Language

Pairing: University!Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 4.3k

A/N: Hey guys!!! I’m so excited to finally be able to post my next series!!! Skyline received so much positive response and I really really hope you guys like this next story as much. It’s going to be pretty different, but I hope you enjoy it.  Also, while I have you, let’s just cover some housekeeping stuff: I do not have a tags list, so please please please stop spamming me with requests to tag!!! I appreciate how much you like my writing, but I have it in my bio and put it on almost every update.  I try my best to respond to every message I get, and sorting through all those messages just makes it harder!! Secondly, I don’t think I am going to be opening up requests.  I’m going back to school in a week, and I have eight classes as well as three jobs.  I’m going to do my best to update once a week, but I really just want to focus on the longer stories that I love, so I can give you guys the quality you deserve.  I’ll make a longer post about this all later.  Let me know what you think about this story!!! I would love to hear some feedback.

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You never expected university to be easy.

When you walked up the steps of Columbia University for the first time freshman year, you had known that the path ahead of you would be hard.  Extremely difficult, even.  But nothing had prepared you for the hurricane that would be your life for the next ten months.  Between the all night cram sessions, endless term papers, lab studies, and regular class hours, you were emotionally, mentally, and even physically drained by the time you finished your final exams.  As you packed up your freshman dorm, you remembered how excited you had been while decorating it for the first time, and shook your head at how naïve you had been.  Freshman year left you beaten, bruised, and with permanent bags under your eyes, but at least it was done.

Now, walking into your sophomore year, you knew what to expect.  You knew what had to be done to manage your time and your life.  You knew what study methods worked for you, and what didn’t.  You knew when it was wise to go to a party and when to stay in to finish your English literature essay.  You knew which friends to avoid during exam week so they wouldn’t whisk you off to a frat kegger, and which friends would hold up flashcards to help you study. You knew what profs gave retests, where the best snack places were on campus, the best study corrals in the library. You knew the name of the librarian that would spend his time helping you find all the resources you needed for your chemistry write up, and the emails of every TA for every one of your classes. Unlike last year, you were prepared. You were ready.

But you weren’t ready, however, for the biology fieldtrip to Thatcher State Park, the fall you were about to have, and the unexpected consequences that would follow. There was no way to study up on how to keep a secret.  There were no flashcards on what to do if one of your classmates entrusts you with their life.  There was no way to prepare for Peter Parker.

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DannyMay Day Thirteen: Jonny 13/Lucky

…How? How is it that he can defeat the Ghost King but can’t even tell the Goth chick how he feels? He’s getting sick of the little punk’s denial. It’s obvious that they like each other. It’s obvious to humans and ghosts. He reaches a decision.

He’s gonna have to play Cupid, Jonny 13 style.

Riding down the streets of Amity Park is the infamous ghost bicker Jonny 13, and Shadow, faithfully following. He’s come to spy on the little punk. See what’s up with him and the Goth- hey there girl you looking fine- no, no. He’s on a mission. He can flirt after.

He rides past the park and spots his target. There they are, all three of them. They look like they’re just chillin. Jonny slams on the breaks and kills the engine. He knows he can’t get too close without alerting the kid’s Ghost Sense. That’s it! He can use this to his advantage.

“C'mon Sam, the only reason you think that is cuz he wears black.”

“So? You like Spider-Man for his nerdy background”

“But we can all agree that Super Man is the greatest right?”

“Shut up Danny”

“Aww c'mon guys-gasp”

Damn, the kids got a wide range. He can see him tense his muscles. His friends getting into defensive stances seconds after the gasp. Well whatever, gonna have to play this by ear. He makes his way over to them. Putting on an impassive expression.

“Relax punk, I’m not here to cause trouble, yet.”

“Jonny? What, have another fight with Kitty?”

“Something like that. Just wanted to get away, ride around a while. Ya know, see the sights”

“And by sights you mean anything with a skirt on?”

Damn, that Goth chick’s got a sharp tongue. How does this kid deal with the constant sass. Whatever, to each his own he guesses…Anything with a skirt huh? He could work with this. He smirks.

“Well girlie, you’ve got a skirt on”

She makes a face. A cross between walking in wet socks and sucking on a lemon. The techie friend just looks horrified. He would have laughed but He’s gotta observe the punk’s reaction. And boy what a reaction it was. The kid looks about ready to tear him to pieces. Fists clenched, muscles taught, eyes glowing green. He shifts in front of the Goth chick.

“Watch it Jonny”

“Why? You dating her?”

“Well no-”

“So you’re not her boyfriend”

“No but-”

“So she’s single”

“Yeah but-”

“So you have no say in who wants a piece”

With each fact his confidence shrinks more and more. Shadow is just cackling behind me. The Goth chick looks caught between wanting to tell us off and waiting for the punk’s answers. The Techie friend looks like he’s caught on to whats going down. We make eye contact. He nods slightly. This is perfect.

“Yes I do-”

“Why? do you like her?”

They both freeze at that. Gotcha. He starts to sweat. Goth chick can’t see his face but the both of them look like cherry tomatoes. Maybe he’ll admit it if I’m more forceful? He snaps out of it and starts sputtering excuses.

“W-what!? No, I mean yes, I mean…”

Goth chick looks like a mess. Her eyes betray her bored expression. He can tell she’s holding her breath. Techie is watching like a hawk. This kid is crashing and burning fast.

“Do you?”

He stops the word vomit and looks at me. He just stares. Like he’s in a far away place. After a few seconds he looks like she’s come to a decision. He squared his shoulders, puffed out his chest, and stared daggers.

“Yes I do. So back off.”

The surprise is tangible. Didn’t think he would admit it just like that. Techie is silently celebrating. Goth chick though, she looks like she’s about to explode. Face red and caught between laughing and crying. I guess my work here is done.

“Alright whatever man. See you around then.”

He turns to leave the same way he came. She asks if he meant what he said. As he makes his way to his bike he smirks. He’ll have to check in later to see how it went. Now though, he’s gonna go check out those sights, maybe flirt a bit with the locals, try a Nasty Burger.

Sitting on his bike watching the setting sun he wonders if his plan worked. Hopefully. When the entire ghost zone has a betting pool as to when the two of them are going to get together, you know it’s serious. It’s honestly ridiculous how perfect for each other they are. Maybe he will go check in on them. However as he makes to turn on the bike he sees something that just makes howl with laughter.

There, walking hand in hand is Goth chick and ghost punk. He smirks. They just made him the richest man in the Ghost Zone. What a lucky break.