no you cannot make this stuff up

One of my favorite phrases my Creative Writing professor had for when you’re writing fantasy is ‘giving your story a Flux Capacitor’.

Because it’s not real, it doesn’t exist. But the way it’s thrown into Back to the Future, at no point does it throw the audience off or suspend any more disbelief than time travel would. You believe Doc when he says he created the Flux Capacitor - the thing that makes time travel possible, because the universe never questions him. 

So it essentially means like, there are going to be elements to your universe that are just not gonna make any sense, even if you set up a whole system based on it. And the only way to make it work is completely own it. You cannot second-guess your system or else the reader will too. You can give it the strangest explanation, but write it like you own it.  

welcome to this edition of things I know entirely too much about, first language acquisition edition
  • little babies hear fine differences like between “ba” and “pa” but if those sounds don’t make a difference in their first language they will lose the ability to distinguish between them
  • grammatical morphemes (like third person -s in English) are acquired in a similar order by all babies, but at different speeds
  • the progressive “-ing” in English for example is acquired very early one whereas third person -s comes in surprisingly late
  • second language learners actually imitate this sequence quite closely (if one lets them and the teacher refrains from shouting at them every time the third person -s is omitted, that is - but lets talk about that another time)
  • THE WUG TEST - it proves that babies don’t just memorize words and word pairs (such as the plurals of words) they actually understand the rules behind it and can apply them!! if any of you have kids up to like 5 years, try it with them!!
  • a three year old can tell you that “read the bike” sounds silly and doesn’t make sense but isn’t so sure about “bike the ride” yet
  • yES all of this acquisition order stuff also applies to sign language!!
  • babies and children cannot learn a language just from hearing it on the radio/tv etc. they need to have direct interaction (i.e. someone who reacts to their utterances)
  • isn’t this so SO fascinating?? 

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader


How about a Whacky Bucky x F!Reader chatroom? Bucky and Y/N have been secretly dating from the team, but when they try setting up Y/N with someone, will Bucky explode or keep it cool? Then when the couple spills the beans Tony and Clint get protectiv            

Bucky has created a chatroom: stevie i know u want to join but don’t. we are already in another chat there is no need for u to join this one too k thank

Bucky has added Y/N.

You: Are you even trying, Barnes?

Bucky: What? He won’t join.

You: He is most definitely going to join.

Bucky: No, he won’t. Trust me, love.

You: Yes, he will. If he wasn’t already suspicious he is now.

Bucky: Don’t worry, I have him distracted with cute puppy pictures in our other chat.

You: I want to be apart of that chat.

Bucky: So, I was thinking, dinner at your place, or mine? Or do you want to go out?

You: Out. I do not want to explain to Nat why you were hiding in my bathroom again, or have to hide every time Steve randomly shows up at your place.

Steve has joined the chat.

Y/N has cleared the chat.

Bucky has cleared the chat.

Steve: Why did you clear the chat? I don’t mind, really. You don’t have to hide. It’s okay. Just tell me the truth.

You: Really, Steve? You mean that?

Steve: Yeah. It does hurt, though. Finding out your friends are making plans BEHIND YOUR BACK BECAUSE THEY DON’T WANT YOU TO JOIN THEM YOU SNAKES

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just some small tips for those going to go see a mark live show this go around (I went to the houston showing and it was awesome):

  • The line outside will get SUPER long. luckily, y’all aren’t going to be waiting during Texas summer outside, but make sure you are ready for a wait.
  • Make sure you read the rules for the venue! And then read them again. And again. Abide by these.
  • You more than likely can’t bring any outside food or drink, and venue prices are STEEP. Be prepared for that. (and by steep i mean I got a bottle of water and a pepsi and it was $9.)
  • The line for the merch shop is INSANE. People were lined up almost out the door for it before AND after. 
  • If you decide to try and get some merch before or after, be mindful of folks trying to leave or squeeze past you to go elsewhere. A lot of fans have panic/anxiety disorders and being stuck surrounded by people for 15 minutes was awful.
  • VIP seats are cool, but don’t feel bad if you can’t get them. I didn’t and I was in an awesome seat to see the show.
  • Please don’t try and rush the stage for any reason. 
  • There was a big problem at my show with people going up to the stage thinking they were the ones picked during participation moments, so please be careful with this. It got a little crazy.
  • Be mindful of people around you. Don’t scream directly in someone’s ear, don’t unload a string of curses around a kid, don’t wave the fans or anything else or otherwise obstruct someone’s view.
  • If you are with a group, try to stay with one or make sure you have a meeting place in case someone gets lost.
  • DO NOT bring stuff for the crew!!!!!!! I cannot emphasize this enough!! They CANNOT take it! You will be returning home with it and disappointed. Just save it for a con or something.
  • When you’re first getting into the venue, they will most likely search your stuff. Don’t freak out, and try to avoid bringing huge purses or backpacks. They WILL throw away or confiscate knives, wallet chains, and anything else they see as potentially dangerous.

And, most importantly, have fun. The show is amazing and I don’t regret going even remotely.

darkempressinfinitemind asked: How did you get into freelance?

The short version? Accidentally!

Longer version? It started with a friend hiring me to ghost write their memoir (before either of us knew what ghost writing was. Also he apparently had this awesome life before he knew me and never bothered to mention it before the idea of writing a book came along. Who knew? Random happenstance). I became more confident in the idea of writing for others, and then was referred to the site by a friend of mine, who was trying to pick up freelancing.

I applied for my first job there, and it was literally months before I got any bites. My first bite ended up paying me $3 an hour. I was desperate, so I took it. It gave me a reference, and I got a better job, and a better job, and a better job, until I had enough references to apply for REALLY decent jobs. Fast forward, and here I am with my own Wordsmithing business.

But you want advice, don’t you?

  • Find a Freelancing Website

There’s Elance, PPH, and a wide range of others. Pick one that works for you (or multiple) and start drumming up your profile there. Get samples out so people can see your style of work.

  • Get Reviews at All Costs

Get people you know to write reviews. Take low paying jobs to get reviews. Take whatever jobs you can and get reviews, because they really are everything to a beginning freelancer. I started out with a GED (not even a high school diploma) and still got high paying jobs, because no one needs to see your credentials – they just need proof that real life people have given you a test run.

Degrees and all that? They’re to prove you know your stuff; that someone has tested you and written off on it. Reviews are the internet’s new degrees; be willing to invest some time and effort into them.

  • Take Any and As Much Work as You Can

Not only for the reviews, but for practice. There’s a new song and dance involved with freelancing that you won’t find anywhere else. Big companies are paying millions on Big Data to figure out what little nuances make customers happy. You don’t have Big Data, and you’re up against thousands of freelancers just like you – you have to figure out the key to standing out by hand.

Getting as many jobs as you can early on gives you a chance to test the waters and find your stride before you’re dealing with big clients that are less forgiving of your fumbles. You’ll learn something new from every job so you really ARE the top professional you claim to be.

  • Claim to Be a Professional

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I should give you advice about being honest and doing the leg work before you get started. But they say to dress for the job you want, not the job you have. So act like the professional you want to be, not the one you are.

If you’re 18 and this is your first freelancing job, make your profile and all your correspondences look like you’re 37 and have been freelancing for 10 years (don’t lie, just be indirect. Talk like you’re older. Say you’ve been freelancing for several years, even if you’ve only been freelancing for a few months. If you’re living at home with your parents and the topic of family comes up, just call them “family;” the client won’t know if you’re a married mother of five or are talking about your dad). People will look right over you if they THINK you’re not capable, without even giving you a chance to show what you can do. If you take away that first – sometimes incorrect – assumption, your foot’s in the door and you can prove yourself.

Then after you have 300 five-star reviews and a client list as long as your arms, you can reveal yourself as 20 with three years’ experience, and people will believe you’re a prodigy. Then you’ll get hired for being the talented young professional who IS their target audience, so you’re perfect to create a product FOR their target audience.  

  • Be Ready to Put in More Hours

Once you’ve been in the game a while and have established yourself, you can make your weekends sacred with no work stuff. But before then, you need to be on call all the time. What’s going to make you stand out against the rest in the beginning is timeliness.

If it’s a toss-up between you and someone just as qualified, the client will decide on whoever replies the fastest and most coherently. Reply to messages as soon as possible. Talk back and forth on the weekends. Offer as tight a deadline as you can for every project, and if you can deliver early, deliver early. Once you have your reputation and your reviews, then you can tone it back to the same level as any other job; you work on your work days, and you’re gone from the planet on your off days.

  • Follow Your Heart – But Follow the Money First

I’ll let you in on a little secret. I hate web copy. Detest it. A client can have the coolest website idea ever, but having to don my promotional hat and describe their services to a target audience is tedious and unfulfilling as all get out. What I enjoy is blog writing, where I get to explore a concept and tell it (sometimes) in my own voice. I love product descriptions even, where I get to sharpen my description skills to be later used in fiction. But guess what? Web copy writing pays well, because it is difficult and it’s in huge demand.

Here’s a quick insider look at the market: Today, every style of business in existence needs a website. That means web designers are the key holders in a world full of locked doors. They’re making a killing, but every website needs CONTENT. They’re cranking out 15 websites a month but they’re just blank pages without some writing to make them REAL. That’s where my industry comes in, the Tonto to their Lone Ranger, to make their home pages, their about pages, their service pages, etc. so their website is a real website. So long as online business booms, web designers are Sauron and copy writers are the one ring to rule them all.

That’s where the money is. So even if I really hate web copy, I’m good at it. That’s what pays the rent, grows my business, and keeps my employees’ checks signed – giving me the financial security I need to then ALSO do things I like. Ghost writing, book editing, blog writing, working on my own stuff.

If you want to make it in freelancing, you need money for bills. But you also need money to prove to your freelancing site that you’re worth promoting. Be willing to do jobs you’re not crazy about, so you can grow to the point of having enough income to afford doing what you really love.

  • Embrace the Uncertainty

One of the hardest things about freelancing is the irregularity. One month, you’re swimming in cash. The next, you scrape by. At the beginning of the month, you only have one project; at the end, you have 10. I’ve been at this for years, and I still have a mini panic during summer when I’m sure this is the year that my career finally ends. But it never has.

The upside to this uncertainty is you’re never sure when great things are going to happen. The security of a 9-to-5 lets you know exactly how much you will make, but robs you of the chance for those surprise miracles where a massive client falls in your lap and pays your rent for four months within two weeks. 

Take faith that a slow month is giving you a chance to rest up for when that tsunami of work comes in. Having a new client every week is giving you a chance to have fun before you have one client for an entire year (which can get boring at times). Freelancing can be a science, but you still need a little faith. It keeps you on your toes, it gives you unexpected bonuses none of your 9-to-5 friends can count on, and it gives you freedom.

Breaking into freelancing is slow going at first, but so long as you’re good at what you do, you will break in. There’s seriously never been a better time in living memory for it.

Hope this was helpful!

anonymous asked:

Tim is basically "I Got NO Sleep Last Night" by CollegeHumor when talking to the rogues.

We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you one of the best asks I’ve ever received, and the result:

(Watch the original here

[Poison Ivy and Scarecrow, crouching outside a medical lab that specialises in plant research]

Poison Ivy [to Scarecrow]: So, we break in very carefully, only take what we came for, turn ourselves into the police, and then… [smashes window] Just kidding!

[both laugh as they enter the lab]

Scarecrow: We don’t play by your rules, motherfucker!

[Red Robin swings in behind them, looking somewhat worse for wear]

Tim [wearily]: Hey guys…

Scarecrow: You okay, Red Robin? You look a little–

Tim: –Tired? I am, I got no sleep last night.

Poison Ivy [half-heartedly]: …Sorry?

Tim [pouring himself a cup of coffee from the lab’s coffee-maker]: THANK YOU. Ugh. I mean it’s like, I’m gonna to need this whole pot to get through patrol.

Scarecrow [firmly]: We can’t listen to you tell a story about how you didn’t get any sleep. You don’t deserve anything for that.

Poison Ivy: It’s like the most boring conversation imaginable. 

Tim [putting a lid on his paper cup]: No, but listen, okay? I’m starting my bedtime routine, nothing crazy, brushing my teeth et cetera and I get into bed. It’s just before midnight and I cannot get comfortable.

Scarecrow [getting angry]: That’s enough!

Tim: I don’t know what it is…

Poison Ivy: If you don’t shut up, I’m going to beat your ass.

Tim [getting passionate and waving his arms]: The thing is, its not like cramps or like muscle stuff. It’s just uncomfortable? Does that make any sense?

Poison Ivy [stands, red-faced and stalks towards Tim]: That’s it!

[Tim continues, unperturbed and dodges Poison Ivy’s kicks and punches while holding his coffee]

Tim: Eventually I’m like, okay, let’s just try the right side. And as I’m finally relaxing, boom. Text message. 

[bones crunch as Tim holds Poison Ivy in a one-handed wristlock. She cries out in pain and Tim keeps talking over her]

Tim: I forgot to put my phone on Do Not Disturb!

[Scarecrow yells and attacks Tim, throwing punches that are easily dodged]

Tim: It’s a group thread. [Scarecrow tries choking him] It’s like Nightwing trying to get us all to hang out on a Wednesday night. [Tim manoeuvres his coffee out of the way without spilling it and pushes Scarecrow away] Sorry guys, you know. [punches Scarecrow in the throat] I have school in the morning.

Poison Ivy [grabs a broom and swings it at him]: You know, a lot of people don’t get a full night’s sleep, Red Robin, they just fucking DEAL WITH IT! 

Tim [takes the broom and hands Pam his coffee]: And the worst part is, [jabs Scarecrow in the stomach] when I saw my phone I see what time it is.

[jabs Pam in the stomach with the broom and catches the coffee that flies out of her hand, getting worked up]

Tim: It’s 12:45. I’m full of dread at this point!

[Scarecrow smashes a bottle against a table and attacks Tim with it]

Tim: I get up and I get a warm glass of milk, [whacks Scarecrow with the broom] a melatonin, [spins around and takes out Poison Ivy] and I say to myself– oh, this is yours by the way [tosses the broom on top of Ivy on the floor]– I say to myself: [stabs Scarecrow in the leg with his own bottle, he screams in agony] Just chill! You know, sleep will come to you.

Poison Ivy: Everyone, Red Robin’s recounting how he didn’t get enough sleep last night.

Tim: So, I’m back in bed. I put on Bones, a show that I have zero investment in… and you know I’m almost sure it’ll put me to sleep. 

Harley Quinn [suddenly shows up wielding a baseball bat]: Get him!

[Tim sets down his coffee, yawning as a host of Rogues and their lackeys suddenly break into the building, shouting.]

Tim [takes out one of the thugs and continues to monologue as they surround him]: Something’s going on with patrol tonight. You know, it feels like these villains are popping. It’s like if CSI were a little more charming, and a little more fun, does that make any sense? Anyway…”

[Tim starts taking them out with his bo staff as he rolls around the floor]

Tim: Two hours in, and I’m like to myself, what are you doing? You’ve gotta be up in like, four hours.

Tim [jumps up brandishing his staff]: And at that point, I’m up.

[groans from injured rogues that lay splayed about on the ground. Tim lets out a small scoff as he surveys them, picking up his cup of coffee]

Tim: Geez, wish I could sleep at work. [slurps coffee]


(I’ve started a little “series” thing. I’ve got ideas for all of the Potter-Malfoy kids and I’ll be releasing drawings and headcanons of them. I hope you enjoy!! I’d advise that you go look at the other kid’s stuff to avoid confusion)

The next of the Potter-Malfoy kids I’d like to re-introduce you to is Teddy


  • After Lupin and Tonks die, Andromeda is of course, more than willing to take Teddy
  • After Harry finishes his 7th year, he offers to take him, raise him. However, Andromeda insists that he go and start his life. He’s only 18 after all, he hasn’t got time for a child.
  • So Harry goes, and becomes a fantastic Auror, still visiting Teddy multiple times a week.
  • Meanwhile Narcissa decides to throw all of her pureblood shit out of the window bc after the war she’s just so tired. She’s been tired for over 40 years and she’s done pretending to be perfect and prim. She finally expels her mother’s voice from her head, and unapologetically becomes herself. (she even redecorates the manor bc it’s always felt much too like a museum)
  • Thus, she does the thing she’s wanted to do since she was 18 and shows up on Andromeda’s doorstep, not even a month after the war is over.
  • and obviously Andromeda is wary and a bit bitter towards her sister. 
  • but Narcissa keeps coming back. She brings presents for Teddy, helps Andromeda clean out her late husband’s things, tells her stories, and says “im sorry” more times to Andromeda in that space of time then she’s done in her entire life. and it feels wonderful. freeing almost
  • and suddenly, it’s been 6 months + it’s as if nothing ever changed between them
  • Narcissa just falls in love with Teddy
  • She, herself, never wanted anymore children after Draco, but she loves having a baby around to spoil.
  • In March of 2005, just a month after Harry and Draco adopt Cassiopeia, Andromeda gets into an accident and no longer has full control over her legs (she can still use them, but they’re very weak), That coupled with the fact that she’s in her 50′s, means she can no longer keep up with Teddy.
  • So she goes to Harry and asks if his offer from years ago still stands.
  • Harry and Draco take in Teddy (six years old at the time) with open arms
  • Teddy immediately blends with the family (and still sees his grandmother often), becoming the big brother™  to all his “little sisters”
  • He calls Draco daddy, just like the girls until he’s 8 or 9 then just calls him Dad bc of the cringe (the girls never stop. Draco is always Daddy, no matter how old they are)
  • He tries to call Harry many different things but his new siblings have none of it. It’s  bābā or nothing
  • By the time Teddy is 9, Harry and Draco approach him about being officially adopted by them
  • and Teddy is just beyond thrilled
  • Through the adoption process, Harry insists that Teddy’s last name is not changed
  • Teddy is extremely protective over his sisters and is ready to square up at anyone who threatens them
  • He becomes particularly close with Sirius (Cassiopeia) as, they are both metamorphmagus. 
  • Throughout Sirius’ whole childhood, Teddy tries his best to teach her to change her appearance with more ease and more permanently, but she never really gets a hold of it and very rarely uses her powers at all
  • Teddy is also always ready to hop up with Sirius to go on adventures to find magical creatures. Mostly so he can make sure she’s safe about it but also bc she always is just so excited
  • He’s the first to go to Hogwarts and the others are so jealous. So Teddy, not wanting them to feel left out, brings home all sorts of things as gifts. + when he can finally go into Hogsmeade in his third year, he comes back with tons of stuff for them (half of which Harry + Draco have to confiscate bc ‘Edward, Lupin you cannot give an 8 year old this potion !”)
  • When the twins are getting sorted, and the hat shouts “SLYTHEIRN”, they both look over to Teddy nervously. 
  • Teddy, catching their expressions thinks they might cry and literally gets up in the middle of the Great Hall to hug and congratulate them
  • “Don’t even worry about it. Being in different houses means nothing. You won’t be able to shake your big brother off that easily.” He even boops their noses “you’ll have so much fun in Slytherin you two. Wait until Dad hears, he’ll be thrilled.” and he pushes them over to their table
  • The twins also have to take a lot of shit for being Slytherin (as, after the war, the “slytherins are evil” stereotype heightens a bit) , also the growing rumors about the Potter-Malfoy family (specifically Draco) + Teddy just cannot stand it. 
  • The only time he shows real (terrifying might I add) anger is when people start to accuse Draco of things or try to pick on the girls about silly rumors 
  • He’s wonderful at herbology and transfiguration. Like, too good almost.
  • + ofc he’s a Prefect and Head Boy. But he’s not at all annoying about it.
  • When he’s 15 he approached Harry + Draco about changing his last name
  • Harry is like, “uhhh no? I love you and you’re basically my son ??? but you’re keeping Remus’ last name ???”
  • And Teddy tries to negotiate with them. Perhaps he can hyphenate? but Draco is just “what ? so you’ll be Lupin-Potter-Malfoy that’s not happening purely because it sounds ridiculous”
  • So Teddy is just like fine. How about his last name is Potter-Malfoy but changes his middle name to Lupin
  • Harry just kind of smiles and says if he still wants to do it in a couple years, they’ll talk about it again
  • So without fail, for every birthday he says “hopefully I’ll be a Potter-Malfoy this time next year”
  • and Drarry just share a look
  • Finally when Teddy is 17 he says they can’t stop him now, and he wants to change his name
  • so Harry just huffs and is like “okay if you want a mouthful of a name then we have one stipulation. You’re gonna have two middle names Tonks and Lupin” kind of as a joke
  •  but before Harry even stops talking Teddy’s shouts “DONE”
  • and it’s done before the week is over.
  • So Teddy, mouthful-of-a-fucking-name Potter-Malfoy is just a big ball of sunshine
Jimin college AU

Pairing: Jimin x reader
Genre: fluff & smut & angst
Warnings: NSFW stuff
Word count: 4k

Requested by anonymous: can you do a college!au with Jimin where you guys dated in high school but you guys broke up because he put his football team before you for like the 100th time and now in college you avoid and ignore him but then he tries to get you back and then it gets smutty ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) with fluff. if you don’t do smut you can just do fluff !! tysm!

A/N: Here you go, I’m sorry it took so long. I also added a little bit of angst in the mix, I hope that’s okay ^^ Anyways, enjoy!

Also I should say thank you to the person who helped me find inspiration for this piece, so thank you! (You know who you are) 💜

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I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you’ve got any of this. Not a word. *lowering his voice* Not a single word!

You know what I loooove about that stydia bickering?

That you can tell they’ve been talking every day. LIke, of all the times we talked on the phone, of all the text messages we sent each other, I cannot believe you didn’t ever mention this?!

And you can tell that Lydia hasn’t been directly and blatantly lying to him (for instance telling him that she made it to MIT, making stuff up and so on). Which also means that they’ve only been talking about random stuff every day.

“I love you”, “I miss you”, “What do you think of this?”, “What do you think of that?” and banter, banter, banter.

I love one (1) married couple. I love stydia, and I always will.

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A "Wow" Moment

Before I tell this, just keep in mind that I CANNOT MAKE THIS SHIT UP. And I have the glass shards to prove it.

So, if you are new to my blog, you may not have heard of Ayrus. Ayrus is my sassy and lovable guardian angel who saves me from a whole bunch of shit, astrally and physically, 24/7. Another thing you need to know about me is that I collect hand painted wine glasses. Okay. Let’s continue.

One of the wine glasses I had was actually a goblet. It was pretty, but not one of my favorites. Well, I had drank some stuff out of it recently, so it was on my bathroom counter… on the edge. I never said I was smart. Anyways, I was leaving the bathroom when something fell. I tried to pick it up, knocked the glass off, CAUGHT THE GLASS, AND THEN DROPPED IT AGAIN.

Let’s go backwards for a moment.

The reason I bumped into something was because I was thinking about how on June 30th, I’m going back to the doctor to get my depression and anxiety medication back, which I haven’t had since October because I just didn’t get another prescription for it. I was thinking about how my third eye would be warped again and I would probably go back to believing all of the spirit work I do is in my head. That’s what I was thinking about when my clumsy ass hit this glass. And this glass was coming RIGHT TOWARDS MY FEET. I moved out of the way, but I knew glass was going to hit my feet. I was prepared.

All of a sudden, I heard a gasp and (I AM NOT KIDDING) a light flashed around my feet and I blinked in shock when the glass shattered. I opened my eyes to see glass EVERYWHERE… except my feet. The glass made an almost perfect semi-circle around my feet. I knew Ayrus had protected me once again. So, I go to clean up the glass. I finish, but something stopped me. Run your hand through your bathroom carpet, I heard Ay say. (I have a fuzzy bathroom rug.) So I figured out where they wanted me to do that and I did it. When I brushed my hand over the place Ay told me to brush it over, a HUGE shard of glass popped out and landed harmlessly right next to my hand. I was in shock. After that, I cleaned up the rest of the glass and left the bathroom completely uninjured. In this little adventure, I knew Ay was trying to tell me something:

Trust in your companions. Even if you can’t feel them; even if you think it’s all in your head; even if you feel like there is a barrier between you and them, don’t give up on them. Don’t loose hope in them. I’ll say it again: Trust them. Your bond with them should be something you always cherish and have faith in. Don’t loose that.

EDIT: YES. There are some times when a spirit may be fake (from a unreliable spirit companion shop). Or a spirit may be harmful. Unfortunately, those are things that we may encounter. I am talking about the spirits who have proven over and over again that they are there for you and that they are trustworthy. (Sorry. It is 2:15 am and I forgot to add an important detail)

Full House (Young Sirius x Reader)

Pairing: Young Sirius x Reader

Requested: Yes.

Summary: After not being able to find any quiet place to read, y/n heads into the Gryffindor common room in hopes of finding someplace to read.

Rating: Mid-Fluff.

Warnings: Sirius being dramatic, confessions of love, mild language.

A/n: This is my first time writing for Sirius, so I hope it’s good!

Title: Full House


You sigh, grabbing your book close to your chest as you walk rapidly out of the library. After you’d picked out your book you had hoped the library would be quiet enough to sit down and read for a while, but the sound of kids walking around, whispering to each other, closing books, taking books off shelves- it was too loud for your liking.

It doesn’t take you long to find yourself in the Gryffindor common room. The first thing that strikes you is the odd lack of noise. It was almost unsettling how quiet it was; there was almost always some sort of ruckus going on. The next thing that hits you is a crumpled piece of parchment. Literally. It bounces off your forehead and falls to the ground with a soft whoosh. Your grip tightens around the book as your eyes scan the room madly, finally settling on a group of boys lounging on the couch.

Well, one boy is lounging, while the others are trying to take up the least amount of space as possible. “Y/n, sorry! Didn’t see you there.” Sirius exclaims, a look of shock barley masking the teasing glint in his eyes. You roll your eyes as a small smile stretches across your face, and head over to the couch. As you get closer to them, you can see that Sirius has obviously made himself comfortable, taking up more than half of the couch, while poor Remus is sitting smashed against the armrest. You glance around to find a spot to sit down and join your friends, but you soon realize there is nowhere to sit. James occupies the lone chair just to the left of the couch, and his face is buried in a book as he stays strangely silent.

“Y/n!” Remus exclaims, smiling brightly at you. “What brings you here?”

“I was trying to find a quiet place to read.” You say, smiling softly. “Which I didn’t expect to be here.” You murmur. “Is there some sort of trick you boys have got planned that I don’t know about?” You grin cheekily. “Is that why everyone’s so deathly quiet?” Out of the corner of your eyes you can see James stiffen slightly and move his face closer to his book while Remus blanches.

“A prank?” Remus laughs and waves his hand in the air. “Oh, no. Not at all. It must just not be a very busy day.”

“Remus…” You start.

“People must be tired.”

“Remus, the common room’s full. In fact, there’s nowhere to sit.” You sigh slightly and glance down at your book.

“Y/n, are you needing a seat?” Sirius asks, shifting on the couch slightly. Your eyes meet his, and you nod wordlessly. “You could always sit with me,” he drawls, “why don’t you come sit on my lap and read your book?” The words leave his lips effortlessly, and James shakes slightly in his seat. Your cheeks turn bright red, but you simply raise an eyebrow at him. You move forward wordlessly, holding in your laughter at the way his eyes widen slightly. However, before you reach Sirius you turn and sit down on Remus’ lap. You open your book rather quickly, ignoring the chuckle coming from James’ direction.

“Y-y/n!” Remus exclaims. You lift the book up slightly to cover your face, peering at Remus somewhat discreetly.

“Remmy, please.” You whisper so that only he can hear you, meeting his gaze and glancing at Sirius quickly. Remus’ eyes light up as he understands what you’re doing, and he shrugs. You turn your attention back to your book and begin to read.

Because of this, you don’t notice Sirius’ face turning a bright shade of red as he stares at his friend, mouth agape. His fist clenches slightly.

“I- I cannot believe this.” He grumbles. “I set up this whole thing! I got everyone I could to come here, we’ve been here hours, just waiting for you to walk in! I’ve made them stay in the seats, making sure there was no room for anyone! A few Sixth years came in wanting to sit down- I almost lost my life!” Sirius’ voice takes on a dramatic tone as Y/n looks over at him in puzzlement. “I- I know I’m not good at this stuff, but I never thought this would happen.”

“What? Sirius, what are you-”

“You’ve fallen for Remus! All I was trying to do was get your attention on me, hell, maybe get you to sit with me! I would’ve moved over, y/n! Bloody hell! I would’ve moved over.” You stare at him and tilt your head. “Oh, Merlin. How can you not understand this?” Sirius stands up, dragging his hand down his face. “I love you Y/n.” Your eyes widen at his confession, and you practically fall out of Remus’ lap.

“W-what?” You manage to stammer, staring up at him with wide eyes. As you stand up fully, the book falls out of your lap and to the floor. “What did you say?” You lower your voice to a whisper, trying to hide the smile that’s pulling at your lips.

“You heard me. I said I love you.” Sirius repeats, meeting your gaze. Now his eyes fill with confusion as you step forward. “But you obviously fancy Remus, so I don’t know why I’m bothering with this confessio-” You cut off his sentence when you practically tackle him. Your arms wrap around him quickly as a you giggly softly.

“Sirius- come on, don’t be silly.” His arms hang at his sides as his face heats up slightly.


You pull away and meet his gaze. “Do you think I’d actually sit on Remus’ lap if I fancied him?” Sirius begins to speak, but before you can you sit down next to Remus and pat the cushion next to you. “Now that you’re done being an asshole, there’s room for both of us.” You smile up at him, and at this moment James erupts in a fit of laughter, slamming his book shut and basically throwing it away from him.

“How did you- ever- think that was going to work mate?’ He asks, struggling to speak as he laughs loudly, doubling over in his seat and clutching at his stomach.

“Oh, shove it, James!” Sirius huffs, plopping down on the seat next to you. “I knew exactly what was going to happen. Everything went according to plan,” he murmurs, slinging an arm over your shoulders. You roll your eyes slightly, deciding not to say anything else as you rest your head on his shoulder.

demonbabs  asked:

how do you make sigils?

Here are some links to articles on sigil crafting, the last one being a full book: (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

My method of sigil making is as follows:

I come up with a statement of intent - essentially what I want my sigil to do for me. For example I’ll use “The book in which this sigil is written cannot be lost or stolen.” You can use anything, like “I am passing my history final” or “I have an abundance of self esteem” or “I am confident and calm in social situations.” Basically whatever you need. (I try to use present tense phrases since it lets the sigil know it’s “happening” right now, so the sigil will work right now. Stuff like “I will” ends up being really vague; like, sure you will, but you never know when you will, right? The sigil could work, but not for like years down the road.)

I then take my statement and I cross out any duplicate letters; I’ve seen many sources say vowels too but I (personally) keep them. So, with the statement “The book in which this sigil is written cannot be lost or stolen,” you remove duplicate letters and are left with “THEBOKINWCSGLRA.”

From there I break down the letters even further, into basic lines and shapes. You don’t necessarily need to do this, but I find it a lot easier to make sigils sometimes with the shapes and not whole letters. So, “THEBOKINWCSGLRA” breaks down into | - / \ C O ~ .

Once I have my pieces ready I start sketching. I keep my intent in mind as I come up with different designs - sometimes it comes to me on the first try, sometimes I have to go through ten designs to get what I like. I usually end up doing between 3-6 designs on average. Even if I get one I like on the first try, I keep going, in case I find one I love even more later on. With “The book in which this sigil is written cannot be lost or stolen” I did three sketches:

I pick my favorite design from the sketches - which is the third design - and then I do a step that’s personal to me. I scan it onto my computer and I make a digital copy in Paint Tool SAI. This is something I like to do, and doesn’t necessarily need to be done for a sigil to work. I do this since I love the neat clean edges I can get with a drawing program, and I consider myself a bit of an artist. I like doing things on my computer as well. I feel like redoing the sigil again also sort of “solidifies” it a bit more, or puts emphasis on it. Plus it looks better to upload it to Tumblr. ;) Anyway, so after I spend another half hour neatening it up in Paint Tool SAI I am left with my completed sigil:

From there I would charge it, but that’s another topic.

Here are some tips for sigil crafting (just because yeah):

  • Start with a basic method and go from there. I know, lame, but once you know what you’re doing when it comes to sigils, you can start branching off and incorporating other things into your process. You can start using other alphabets, or making sigils without writing down the statement, or whatever you want to do to personalize the process.
  • Trust your instincts. Your gut feeling is important in magic, and it is in sigil making too. You feel like you don’t need that S in there? Don’t put it. If you feel like you need this specific shape right there, and nothing else? That’s what goes there. It is important that you like the design, so it resonates with you.
  • Don’t get frustrated and impatient if you can’t get an attractive design on your first try. It can take some time to come up with a sigil you like. It took me TEN TRIES to get a decent looking sigil once, and there have been cases where I still don’t LOVE a design. It takes time and practice to know what shapes look good together where, or how to arrange things to look appealing to you.
Punk Patch Swap

I am organising a punk patch swap, this will be my first one on tumblr but I have done this with artist trading cards and patches on facebook a few times and everyone has always had great fun.

This is a great opportunity to get rid of those unwanted patches that everyone has cluttering up the back of their sewing box. 

If you are anything like me you have bought large bags of random patches, traded or bought patches then decided they didn’t fit your original intentions, made a bunch of ones to sell or give away and have some left over, or just not got around to sewing them on then gone off them. Well this is your chance to refresh your collection and maybe find something really cool and unusual for your next punk clothing project.

It’s really simple and cheap to take part in. You are guaranteed to get back the same number of patches that you put in and it’s really exciting to see what cool art you get back.

How it works:

  1. You stuff an envelope full of your unwanted patches and a prepaid self addressed envelope. 
  2. You mail it to me
  3. I make a note of who sent how many patches, then swap them all over so everyone gets the same amount of new patches that they sent and will try and roughly match size and quality (embroidered for embroidered, back patch for back patch, hand painted for hand painted, screen printed for screen printed, tipex scrawl for tipex scrawl etc)
  4. I send you back the patches in your self addressed prepaid envelope.
  5. One day in the near future, when you have half forgotten about this, maybe a day when you are feeling blue or rough, you get an envelope stuffed with random patches to cheer you up! It’s like Christmas! But less annoying relatives and more Punk. 


  1. You get back the same quality/number of patches you sent.
  2. If you want less back than you send (some people have donated extras or misprints from large screen print runs before) put a letter in explaining.
  3. Don’t send candy through the post as a thank you to me, no offense but I won’t eat anything that gets sent by internet strangers, also I’ve had chocolate melt onto patches/artist cards before by well meaning individuals and it causes massive issues.
  4. You only get patches back if you remember to put your self addressed prepaid envelope in. I can’t afford to pay for postage for everyone who forgets. I will attempt to contact blogs if there is a genuine mistake, if I cannot find out who left their envelope out I will just split the patches up and people get bonus ones. It’s only happened once before, but it’s worth stressing.
  5. It is absolutely fine to send multiples of the same patch if you are someone who makes large screen print runs. 
  6. The patches don’t have to be political/punk band orientated but it would be better if they are. But ouja board patches, animal skull patches, switchblade patches, pop culture patches have all been included and appreciated before by people.
  7. Unacceptable patches include: Pin buttons/badges (aka, things that aren’t cloth patches), random scouting badges and stuff that isn’t really super punk (message me first if you aren’t sure & alt right/neo nazi patches (these will be disposed of and you won’t get anything back). 
  8. I will try to match quality and size of patches you send, but exact matches might not always be possible. I will do my best.
  9. If you think you are gonna send something weird or unusual (like 30 of the same patch, or patches printed on weird fabric or faux fur or something) message me first to discuss it.
  10. I’m based in the UK, so if you are posting from outside Europe just be aware it might be slightly more costly for your, but patches are normally cheap to post even if you send a couple of dozen.
  11. Any questions message me.

anonymous asked:

You got any powerpoint tips??

I was just sitting down to make a general post about presentations, so this seems convenient and I’ll do it here.

Generally speaking there are lots of ways to give a good presentation, and there’s an element to this that’s a matter of taste and style, so that’s my disclaimer. 

The biggest thing for me, and the thing I think people fail to realize the most, is that, as an audience member, I can either read what’s on your slide or I can listen to what you’re saying. I can’t do both. So don’t load up your slides with text and/or a ton of complex figures. I will get lost trying to parse your slide and not listen to what you’re saying and then fail to understand anything, and then get frustrated, and then get bored and check out. 

Slides should be visual aids, not the meat of the talk. Making good slides is mostly figuring out what you absolutely need to show or reinforce and scraping everything else. Everything else you should just say, out loud, because you’re giving a presentation not writing a book in the form of a .ppt.

Now, how does one make good slides? Again, please calibrate this for personal taste and specific data requirements, but I air of the side of as little text as possible, and as few figures as possible per slide (you can have lots and lots of slides, but I’d rather have or two figures per slide than four).

Here’s the thing about making slides: your computer screen has much higher resolution than literally any projector ever, so only putting like one graph on a slide makes it feel really empty, but trust me, when you put that fucker up on a projector in a room that probably still have the lights on and then you also start talking about it, it’s enough. Especially if it’s a busy graph with more than two data sets being presented. 

  • Also, ratchet the font size up on all your graphs, because i cannot read 12 point font on your shitty overhead projector from 15-20 feet away. I just cannot. I am not spider man with the old super spider vision. 
  • Also also, there is an 85% chance that I can’t tell your fancy color scheme apart if it’s not like, just red, blue, and green, and i’m not even color blind (and you should also generally speaking make colored figures color blind accessible so as not to be an asshole to the 10% of the population for which red doesn’t exist)
    • subpoint: i don’t actually know how red-green colorblindness works and i don’t feel like looking it up, so just go with it guys
  • you can have multiple graphs on each slide of course, but they should be directly related - anything that can be split up and still understood should be
  • AND paper figures are almost never good presentation figures because they’re too busy. when i’m reading a paper i can spend ten minutes parsing your figure, but i can’t do that during a talk
  • this is ofc just for primary data slides. go hog wild on your background slides and put a shit ton of stuff on them if you want

Another mistake a lot of people make is putting way too much text on their slides. Really, you should hardly have any text on them at all, because, again, i cannot read and listen at the same time. So, you ask, what text should I have on my slides? Thanks for asking. Text on slides, in my humble opinion, should be limited to:

  • a descriptive title for the slide - tell me the take away point for the slide - what should I remember?
    • this also sets me up for the data/figure your showing, so I know what to look for
    • and it tells me what I should be listening for for the next bit 
    • this should be results/message focused, not experiment focused
  • any experimental conditions that put the data into context
    • so conditions that I need to know to fully understand the data/judge the data’s worth
    • only essential stuff though - i don’t need to know everything, just the conditions that are important to making your point
  • that’s it
  • everything else you should just say out loud
  • say it twice if it’s really important
  • use your words to explain your data/reiterate your point/explain your reasoning

if you find yourself using complete sentences on your slides you have too much text. if your bullet points look like the ones above where i’ve said many many things, you have too much text. Note that equations and numbers derived from the data don’t count as text here - they are data in this paradigm. 

So now you’ve made some kick ass slides you’re all set, right? Wrong. You now need to focus on the most important part of the presentation - what the fuck you’re going to say. 

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Jealousy [REQUESTED]
  • Pairing: Jerome Valeska x Reader x Platonic! Deadpool
  • AU: HISHE-Villain Pub and Super Café
  • Prompt: [ANON] How about a female reader making Jerome jealous because he’s been sweet talking other girls. You can pick how it ends :D - Anon

I’M SORRY THAT I JUST FINISHED IT NOW ANON, I WAS BUSY YESTERDAY AND TOTALLY FORGOT TO FINISH THIS REQUEST ;-; Hope you like it though, also if you guys say that Deadpool isn’t a villain you’re half right, he is an anti-hero that means he is in between. That includes the explanation to Punisher too! ^^

You rolled your eyes at how casually your boyfriend, Jerome Valeska is seducing with the waitress who just gave a giddy smile in return. You and your partner Jerome, where at the secluded hideout that one of largest company made, Villain Pub. Unoriginal the name is but believe me the pub is like heaven. The pub was made by the HISHE Company, who established the Super Café where all the heroes hang out ironically. Mostly the Bat and the Man of Steel. Unlike the café, which was publicly open, the pub opens between midnight to three am and was hidden well and requires an identification for all that wants to enter the pub.

You pouted; Jerome was clearly not giving his attention enough for you. Your phone rang as it sang ‘Purple Lamborghini’, you excused yourself but Jerome and the waitress didn’t seem to bother. You groaned and continue on walking away towards the side of the entrance, that’s where a little amount of people crowd in. If you thought the C.R. is the best choice then you might encounter some wild villains getting points with the opposite sex.

You swiped to respond and greeted, “Hello?”

Boo!” you heard a boisterous shout behind your back as you grumbled in annoyment. It was the one and only Deadpool giggling at his little josh while ending the call, beside him was The Punisher—-

“Yeah, yeah Author. Try to shut up, I’m trying to make a move with Mrs. Valeska here and I cannot focus with you narrating and shit!” Okay Deadpool this is for the views all right, it’s not my fault that I just want to write some stuff with you in it. I can’t find the right Villain to make up with the reader so I chose an antihero like you! Now shut up and let me continue my business.

“I would rather not be called with that surname right now.” The man was rubbernecking at you weirdly as you pointed at the flirty Jerome and the love-struck waitress. He simpered under his mask, “I have a plan.”

You took interest at what he aforesaid and smirked, “I love how you think Wilson.” winking at him. The Punisher nictate and gazes at the male and female, shifting once in a while. “I don’t want to be part of this, now if you mind. I’ll just take a shot with El Diablo and Deadshot.”

Deadpool mewl at the answer of the male, “Awe men~ I was wishing a threesome but I respect your choice brother, go get some gay sex! I’m proud of you!”

The Punisher just snarled and took steps towards the bar. “So the plan is to make Jerome jealous I assumed,” you smirked, your device on hand. Deadpool puts his hand on his waist and took in the sights, “Why yes baby girl, and here’s the plan.”


Jerome was about to ask the attractive woman’s number when he took notice on how you just vanished unexpectedly. “As much as I love to talk more, gorgeous. But my date has seem to fled and I need to be a gentleman and find her.” He stood, his voice alluring the female to want more. “Alright Mr. J,” she slipped a tissue paper with her name on it and her number “Talk to me when you ditch the bitch.” Jerome took offence to this; no one can persecute his girl other than him. “I almost took that option but it seems,” he then proceeded to rip off the tissue in bits and lob it into the air “That you’re no better, just a slut.” He smiled while biting his lip and left the table behind while waitress stared at him in shock and embarrassment, his hand up waving away while he continued walking.


He paced around the pub, trying to find you. Nodding to some acquaintance and even some of the older Jokers like him. When he arrived at the pool section, he examined a lot of people, mutants, etc. playing with each other as some cursed when the ball didn’t entered the hole, and with that many people he managed to detect you. There you are, with a man in red and black suit. It seems like he was teaching you how to play the game of pool, you were bended over the table, the stick on hand while pointing towards the white ball. The man also bended, his ‘largeness’ pressed to you while he held both of your hands educating you the right moves. And to his point of view, you were taking pleasure at the gesture of the disguised man.

“Deadpool he’s here! Take position!”

You could feel Deadpool’s raging boner pressed to your ass, “Will you control your penis?!”

He snickered, “Sorry dear, the Author won’t let me and besides I like this position.”

“He’s marching over the table,” Loki serenely stated while smirking. “ He seems upset. Good luck having a rough sex tonight (Y/N).” Even though Jerome was most likely to have rough sex by his looks and his infamous status, truth to be told he was gentle in bed. Afraid to hurt you, but now it seems not. You gulped at the thought, “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“You shouldn’t speak that kind of stuff with a child nearby.” Maleficent concealed Draco’s ears and glared at the people around the pool table. She casted a spell around the boy’s eyes that was now covered with clouds, unable to see. “My father will hear about this!” he whined, wrestling the lady’s hands while waving off the cloud that seems to stay just on spot.

Tom Riddle moaned, “Children.”

“True,” Bill Cipher said, rolling his eyes while sipping on a wine glass that was poured with the blood of a certain child that was accompanied by an eye.

“(Y/N)!” Jerome marched over to you, his face evident with anger. He grabbed your arm and roughly pulled you with him towards the exit. “Whoa bro, chillax, have a kit kat!” Deadpool chortled.

ENOUGH!” Jerome shot a bullet towards Deadpool, a perfect shot on his forehead. He groaned in pain as Jerome just pushed you to the exit, with one last sympathetic look at your best friend. He just gave pained thumbs up while slowly crouching down and was now laying in pain while the other villains peeked at the state of him being on the ground moaning while mumbling incoherent words.

“I hate being immortal,” he groaned in pain. “Why the fuck did the author even made Jerome shot me before he fucks the reader, clearly she got what she wants as I suffer through the pain.” He rolled the last words.

“Don’t worry, I’m a Doctor.” Doctor Bong snuck in.

“Last time you said that to me you made me try to kill the big man with the claws and that kitty girl.”

“At least he’s doctor.” Tate Langdon shrugged.  “How the fuck are you out with the curse shit stuff ghost boy?!”

“It’s Halloween.”

“Oh right, well I’m happy for Jeromey trying a new genre of sex this time.”

And that’s when all the villains including the anti-heroes nodded in agreement.

Connor x smaller reader headcanons

- Connor is actually (not so) secretly thrilled that you are smaller than him. 

- He thinks its adorable that you can’t reach the top of cupboards. He’ll just watch you struggle and then laugh and grab the thing you wanted with ease. Like one time you had piled up cookbooks on the floor to stand on in order to reach a glass from the top of your kitchen cupboard and just as your little tower of books was about to topple, Connor sneaks in and grabs your waist and a glass at the same time saving everything from crashing to the ground.  

- He just loves to pick you up for everything. Like if you’re kissing he’ll just pick you up when you wrap your arms around his neck. Or if you’re reaching up to get a book, instead of getting the book for you he’ll just lift you up to get it and then as he lowers you back down he’ll kiss you softly. It’s like its nothing to him and he’ll just get back to whatever he was doing but you just think its really cute how he does stuff like that for you. 

- When you get annoyed, he cannot take you seriously which makes you more annoyed (but you’re very rarely angry with him) and you end up giving him the silent treatment until he, somewhat half-heartedly and with a smirk, apologises. 

- Because you’re smaller than him his fascinated by your smaller features. He’ll think your little nose is the cutest thing, or he presses his hand against yours to measure the size difference before linking your fingers together. 

- You always steal his hoodies but they are so long that you have to roll the sleeves up unless you want to look like a child. You also steal his t-shirts and Connor thinks it so hot when you just wear his t-shirt and he can see your underwear peeking out of the bottom when you move. 

- Like Connor will come downstairs in a fit of rage like “I’ve been searching for this fucking t-shirt it for a fucking hour. How do things disappear in this fucking house?” and you’ll just have your headphones on dancing away to some song in his t-shirt and your panties and he’ll soften and just pick you up and throw you over his shoulder as he carries you upstairs squealing. 

- When you cuddle you just literally wrap yourself around him. You also love to lay with your head on his chest, just to hear his heartbeat, and you’ve fallen asleep like this so many times. 

- Or if you’re stood up hugging, he’ll put his head on top of yours. 

- He’s also got into the habit of kissing the top of your head. 

- The height difference can make kissing a bit challenging. You normally just end up sitting in his lap with your legs wrapped round his waist.

- Because you’re that much smaller than him he always put you on some sort of platform to make out with you. The kitchen counter iss his favourite despite your protests. Like you’ll start making out in the kitchen and he’ll just pick you up and put you on the counter or on the table. You don’t mind as you can loop you legs round his waist and pull him closer to you. 

- Sometimes Connor can be a bit of a dick about your height. Like he’ll tease you when you want a kiss. “Kiss me” you’ll whine. “Well, I don’t know …” he’ll joke, not bending down. You’ll pout and get on your tiptoes trying to get him to kiss you. He finds it adorable and finally take your face in his hands and bend down to kiss you. 

[Sorry these are a bit rushed, I’ll probably come back and edit them later]


Bobby’s Thought

I guess he’s wondering, “Since Ronnie Anne and Lincoln took care of an egg, what if they had a baby together? Is it possible? I wonder….”

Apparently, Bobby and Ronnie Anne have both read some form of a Manga, because they both day dream the same way. XD

That new episode “Shell Shock” was adorable! Nie Nie is such an adorable name for Ronnie Anne. And Clyde and Penelope are FREAKING CUTE! And guess what that baby’s name is! Lol

Linky + Nie Nie daw. Or as I call the two Ronnielin. Most say Ronniecoln, but Ronnielin is what I say. Or what about Lincolnnie? <3

Be sure to read my Ronnie Anne Dream part 2

Loud House Request are still open guys Q . Q. request me….please

SIDE NOTE: BTW guys, if you see a person with the name endraa faving your stuff. That’s me. This is actually a secondary blog because I didn’t feel like making a new account. I don’t post anything on my endraa blog anymore for art, but I still fav and follow people since secondary blogs cannot OTL. Endifi is what I mainly use now. You don’t need to follow my main blog. I’m on endifi forever. XD Just a heads up! Thank you for the support. <3

Requested imagine •17 Monty

can you do a montgomery one shot where the reader is alex’s sister and he keeps telling her that monty will hurt her and she shouldn’t trust him but one day when bryce tries some stuff with her and makes her uncomfortable monty beats him up and alex realizes how much monty really cares for her and they all hang out together

“You absolutely cannot date Montgomery!” Your brother Alex shouted at you across the kitchen “and why not?” You protest folding your arms, you could see him getting madder “he’s no good! He’ll hurt you, maybe even physically! Don’t trust anything he says to you!” Alex ordered and you stormed to your room.

It’s been about a week since your argument with Alex and you were still giving him the silent treatment, you spotted Monty in the school hall and skipped up to him “hey baby, apparently we can’t date anymore” Monty said smirking at you with one arm loosely around your shoulder “ugh! Has Alex gotten to you too?” You groaned and he laughed “yep, I recall I’m bad news and I’ll probably beat you in my sleep” he chuckled “I’ll handle it don’t worry” you reassured him, giving him a kiss and then going to class.

“Come on y/n Monty doesn’t have to know” Bryce slurred as he cornered you at Jessica’s party “go away Bryce” you said sternly trying to push him, he didn’t budge though “my boyfriend and my brother are here do you really think I’m vulnerable!?” You shouted at him as he tried to undo your top button, suddenly he was on the floor, Monty on top of him hitting him over and over again on the face till he was nearly blacked out “that’s enough!” Zach shouted pulling Monty up. You glanced at Alex who had a tiny smile on his face.

Monty lifted you over his shoulder and took you to a quieter room and sat you down “are you okay? I’m sorry I should never have let it happen I only went to piss and it all happened so fast” Monty rambled on and on stroking your face “im oaky Monty, thank you for protecting me” you smiled up at him “yeah thanks Montgomery, I guess I can approve of your relationship” Alex winked and left the room. Both you and Monty Burst out laughing and lay on the floor cuddling “I appreciate your brother looking out for you, but he could never keep me away from you y/n” Monty whispered, rolling over and kissing you deeply.