reblog this and tag Your hockey player. you know. the one that when you look at them you think ‘i will never love another hockey player/man/woman/human like i love you’. the one that not necessarily was your first favorite but the One that makes you think ‘i never truly knew a favorite player until you’. the One. we all have one. who is yours
A ‘Mortals Meet Percabeth’ fic, with a twist!! 10k words
Kelly looked up from her biology textbook, blinking at her best friend Olivia, who was definitely not doing the chapter review questions they’d been assigned. “What?”
“Do you think there’s something weird about Percy Jackson?” Olivia asked.
Kelly followed her to gaze to where Percy was sitting at the back of the room, leaning back in his chair. He wasn’t doing the review questions, either - instead, he was staring into the fish tank behind his desk. Kelly couldn’t see his face, but his dark hair was ruffled up and he was wearing his AHS hoodie with ‘Jackson’ emblazoned across the back of it.
“What do you mean, weird?” she asked, turning back around to Olivia.
Olivia shrugged. “I mean, just… there’s something strange about him.”
Tim’s groceries magically appear on his kitchen table every Monday afternoon. He doesn’t really know how they get there, but he doesn’t question it because he assumes Alfred brings them by. He’s wrong (zombie squad back at it again with the aggressive care taking).
Number of times Wayne Industries employees have walked in on Tim power-napping on the break room couches: nine. In the past month. It’s cool. They’re used to it by now. They know to let him sleep.
When Dick first started hanging around the Batcave, he decided he should design his own secret fortress, but (being an eight year old), his idea of the perfect hideout was… interesting.
“And this is the medical bay, and this is the armory, and this is the moat with the MAN-EATING GUARD CROCODILES.” “I’m pretty sure this where I tell you no.” “No crocodiles?” “No crocodiles.” “Okay ROBOT CROCODILES.” [Bruce sighing]
But it’s still an official blueprint, right? Crayon drawing or not, it has to go with all the other plans. Which means it’s been hanging up in the cave for the last decade and
Yeah, all the other kids have seen it. And they’re keeping the tradition alive with their own designs. Tim and Jason both actually made theirs, if not quite according to the original blueprints (no movie theater, no secret tunnel to Pizza Hut). But they were close enough for Bruce to recognize them the first time he saw. Stephanie is still campaigning to get hers built.
And Damian, with his usual lack of chill, has not only detailed plans, but also construction estimates, a schedule, and a budget spreadsheet. Also he’s been laughing at Grayson’s original for months. (“Robot crocodiles? Really? There are more cost efficient ways to protect your hideout.” “I was eight.” “You don’t even have mechanical blueprints.” “I was eight.” “I could make them if I wanted to. For the record.” [Dick sighing] )
Today marks the first anniversary of my GOT7 tattoo. Seven birds flying. One for each member. It reminds me that in order to reach higher you need to spread your wings and fly.
They taught me this from the beginning (over three years ago).
Thank you for making me laugh when I want to cry. For making me feel strong when I am at weakest point. For making me believe in myself when I don’t want to. For showing everyone what happens when seven talented people work towards a common goal.
This tattoo also represents all of us ahgases that love these boys with all of our hearts and find in them the strength and joy to carry on 🐥❤️
Trans dating.. I’ve met guys that were angry because I haven’t told them before the date that I am trans. I’ve met guys that were angry because I told them before the date - they said they want to find out something like that on the date. I’ve met guys that found out on the date and then tried to rape me, I’ve met guys that found out and were cool with it. I’ve met guys who wanted to sleep with me because Im trans. There were guys who talked to me for hours about trans issues and telling me that they just wanted to meet “someone like me”. Some guys were bicurious but thought it’d be disgusting to sleep with men, so they dated a trans girl instead. And there was one guy who told me that Im the most amazing woman he had ever met and when I came out to him was sad because he spent his day “with a dude”. And some dated me we didn’t talk about the trans thing and they just blocked my phone afterwards.
I dunno.. It feels to me like I’ve seen it all! But never was I comfortable with coming out.. I felt especially uncomfortable when coming out before I meet my date in person. So I decided to not tell my future dates before we have met. Being trans and talking about it is such a personal thing for me that I don’t want to talk about with people I don’t know.
So now Im meeting this new guy tomorrow and we will go to the zoo.. He is just so cute and worries about that he fucks up the date..He told me that he already bought some candy for me and it just sounds too good to be true.. But there is still one thing left…that trans issue of mine..I wouldn’t feel comfortable to tell him now, before we meet but somehow it feels like betrayal… I feel like I will just be a big bag of dissappointment for him :-(